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[dazed-universe]

Revolution.*

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Business in Harry's world is booming, his mind is consumed but he always has time to show you who's boss...

~ dom harry, bondage, tied up w a tie, he's wearing lipstick??, oral, slight edging I guess?? ~

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"I have 3 more phone calls to make and then I promise we can go to dinner, okay?" Harry says, peeking his head out of the office door into the living room where I've been banished until he's done with impromptu business meetings. I nod and give him a quick smile before he's jogging towards me, placing a kiss to my forehead and mumbling that he won't be too long. A lie I've gotten very used to at times like these. I forget the idea of going out to eat, knowing it'll be an hour before Harry is finished, and head upstairs. I'll eat something with him later. I take off the black dress I'm wearing and put on one of Harry's new merch jumpers, rolling up the sleeves as I get into bed to have a quick nap. I toss and turn for a while until I fall into a dream about the man downstairs. I wake up covered in a thin layer of sweat, immediately being hit with the heat of the room as a result of Harry turning the thermostat up. Although, he didn't know I was upstairs in a jumper under 2 layers of bedding.

I pick up my phone from beside me to see that an hour has passed and he hasn't come up, as he would've done had he have finished by now. Being impatient is definitely a theme within our relationship, sometimes good, sometimes bad, I'm not sure which it'll be this time. I quietly make my way downstairs before pushing open his office door. Harry has his phone on speaker, his feet up on the desk and his arms resting behind his head with his eyes closed, a soft hum leaving his mouth in agreement to whatever proposal his management team just made. I run my hand over his ankle, his eyes shooting open in surprise before they're rolled and he lifts his legs down to the floor, letting me take a seat on his lap. I mess with his hair a little before straddling him, his tongue wetting his lips before swallowing and his head is leaning back again with a smirk on his face, shaking his head at me. His hands rest on my thighs before he pulls his chair into the desk slightly. "Jeff, can we wrap this up? I want to get an early night." His team agrees before all saying their goodbyes and ending the call.

I stand from my very comfortable position, giggling at his now furrowed brows and clenched jaw before leaving the room, saying goodnight as I do so, and running up the stairs. I rid myself of his jumper and my underwear and hop back into bed, waiting for him to follow me. I hear the office door close and Harry's feet treading up the stairwell and then there is silence. No footsteps, no breathing, no laughter. The door opens slowly and he steps in, tilting his head at me, taking his blazer off and hanging it over the chair by the window. "You know, that was a very important phone call that you just interrupted," he tells me whilst unbuttoning his sleeves. "Oh yeah? I'd apologize but I don't think I feel that sorry," I question and tease him as he starts pulling his tie off. "Really? Maybe I'll have to make you feel a bit more sorry, huh?" He looks into my eyes from the end of the bed, moving his jaw from one side to the other before a slight smile creeps onto his face, quickly shot down again by his little dominant facade. "You can try," I say, copying his smirk.

"I don't try, I do," he says before wrapping his hands around my ankles and pulling me down the bed, not too rough but just enough to make me squeal with shock. He nods his head to the side, signaling for me to turn around, grabbing my hands in one of his. I feel the silk of his tie squeeze them together before he's walking away from me and towards the dressing table. I watch him in the mirror behind the headboard, his eyes meeting mine as he turns around, holding up a peachy-pink lipstick and coming back. "What was it that you said about this?" He starts questioning me as he applies it. "When left on my skin, it was almost as pretty as a Monet? I wonder if it's the same on yours? Or... prettier?" His hand brushes up my back, moving my hair from over my shoulder and his head ducks down as he presses 3 kisses to my neck, one for each phonecall he had left, before pulling away. He cups my face and looks at me in our reflection, his thumb entering my mouth and then trailing down my neck, smudging the stains as it goes.

He pulls me up and turns me to face him before laying me back on the bed with my legs hanging over the side as he kneels down and takes my ankle in his hand and rests it on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to my thigh and then kisses higher and higher and higher until he's a kiss away from the only place I need his lips to be. Harry lifts my other leg and does the same, teasing me until I try to pull away, desperate for his attention to get him where I want him. "You want more, is that it? Oh, I'm sorry, but, not that sorry," He repeats my earlier statement before placing my legs on the floor and kneeling higher, his hands now on my waist. He bows his head, kissing my stomach, leaving a heart of lipstick stains around my belly button. A moment of tenderness in his momentary, masochistic world. "Harry, please," He looks up at me from below, studying the torture in my face, a few last kisses to my hips and then he kneels back on his heels. "You sure you want this?" He teases me one more time, making me roll my eyes and him chuckle.

He presses his lips to my clit before sucking lightly and looking up, my back immediately arching off the bed and my eyes squeezing shut as I realize I'm still tied up. His laugh echoes against me as his tongue trails down my slit and back up, my hips trying to push against his mouth to no avail as every time I do, he pulls away. "Are you gonna stay still or are we going to be here all night? I don't mind, but..." I swallow and calm myself, defeated, just wanting to touch him, to pull his hair and push him closer. He works his tongue into me whilst his thumb taps against my clit in perfect harmony until my thighs start trying to clench around his shoulders and every movement he's making speeds up. Harry pulls his mouth off of me as I moan in disagreement, being so close after so long. "My favourite song," he says, a guilt-ridden smirk plastered over his face before dipping his head down again. I dig my ankle into his back as I reach my climax, his name leaving my mouth laced with profanity.

He sits up, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, smudging the little lipstick that was left upon his lips across his face. "Anything you wanna say?" He stands, running his fingers up my thigh, examing his masterpiece. "I'm sorry for ruining business calls, however, I do think you had more fun here," I say as he takes off his shirt and falls into the space beside me and laughs breathily at my cheeky response. "I did, I did have fun," He admits before kissing my lips and pulling close to his chest. "Let's go to sleep, okay? I love you," I hum into his neck, whisper an "I love you" back and close my eyes, his lips resting against my forehead, kissing and smiling against me until I fall asleep in his arms and he does the same.

[dazed-universe]

Now the pain is my pleasure...*

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"Have you ever been in handcuffs?"

"Yes."

~ handcuffed Harry, blowjob, riding, pain kink, submissive Harry, desperate Harry, slight overstimulation ~

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Nights out with Harry in London aren't beaten by much except the proposition to try something new in the bedroom. As we're approaching six months together, there's still so much we have to learn, including those dirty little secrets. Instead of sitting in the, albeit comfortable, silence upon returning from dinner with a few of his friends, I turn the tv on as Fifty Shades of Grey pops up on the screen. "Come on, we are not watching this. Let's go to bed," Harry pipes up from behind the sofa and I look up at him, smirking. "Why not?"

He shoots me a questioning look, raising his eyebrows, closing his eyes and sighing before taking a seat next to me, lifting my legs over his lap. "Fine. Continue, let's watch," He sits, staring at the tv, waiting for me to unmute it as I stare at him, amused at how easily he gives in. A smile creeps onto his face as he feels my eyes on him, letting out a light chuckle. "You know, I thought you wanted to watch this, not me," I roll my eyes at him and turn the volume up, resting my head on his shoulder.

As we approach the scene of Christian tying Anna's wrists together, he clears his throat and shifts in his seat diverting his focus to his hands that are resting over my ankles. "My feet are more interesting than BDSM? That's a first," I tease his awkwardness before pausing the film and turning to face him, kneeling and towering above his slouching frame. "Now, why don't you tell me what's going through that pretty, little head of yours?" He swallows the lump in his throat before biting his lip and looking up at me as I twirl a piece of his fallen hair.

"Nothing. Nothing important, anyway," He says with a quiet voice as I lean down, pressing a kiss to his neck as he exhales shakily, trailing my lips just below his ear. "You're always important, now tell me," I whisper, wrapping my arm around the back of his neck and moving to sit across his lap. Harry's lip wobbles as our eyes meet, almost immediately looking away again. "I just realized, we've never really had, you know," He pauses,  swallowing again as I hum, urging him to continue. "You know.. The kinks conversation. What we're into," He finally says.

I look down towards our laps to hide the smirk on my face, recomposing myself and looking at him through my eyelashes. "Let's go to bed," I repeat his earlier request, standing from my seat on top of him, grabbing his hand in the process and gently pulling him up with me. He turns the tv off and follows, his fingers loosely laced with mine as I lead him up the stairs. We get into his room and begin undressing to get into bed as he clears his throat. "Maybe we could, um, try something," His voice softly rattles through the room.

I turn to look at him as his shirt falls over my frame, my underwear just shy of the hem. "What do you have in mind?" I question him as I sit on the edge of the bed. He looks towards a drawer in the bedside table, which, come to think of it, I'd never seen opened. Wrapping his hand around the handle, he looks over at me with softened eyes. "You can say no," He reassures me, lifting the strange tension in the air slightly. He pulls the drawer open before looping something around his finger, the sound of clanging metal following.

My eyebrows raise as he lifts up two pairs of handcuffs, swinging them on one finger in the air whilst giving me a tight-lipped smile. "This is what you were so nervous about? Wanting to put me in handcuffs?" I asked, trying to not laugh. Humour leaving my mind as his head shakes. "I want you to put me in handcuffs." He says, no louder than a heavy breath. Goosebumps covering my body as the words hit me, images of Harry cuffed to the bed, moaning beneath me run throughout my head. "Oh," Being all I can say.

He waits for something else to leave my lips, his brows furrowing as he realizes there's nothing more to come. "Is that "Oh" like "Oh my god, no way" or like," his chest begins to rise and fall quickly. "Oh my god, please," coming out more moan-like than the previous suggestion. I lick my lips before tugging the bottom one between my teeth. "That one," I move from the edge of the bed to standing in front of him, taking the cold accessories from his hand. "Lie down," I tell him as his eyes widen, flicking between mine and the cuffs.

He scoots back into the middle of the bed, resting his head against the pillows and his eyes pour into mine with wild anticipation. I return to my position of being seated across his lap as his hands grab onto my thighs, a newly developed instinct. Harry lets out a deep breath as he removes them and looks into my eyes before placing them above his head, resting them against the four-poster bed frame. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning at the purely obscene sight in front of me as his lips part. "Cuff me," he breathes out.

I lean over him, placing one cuff around his wrist and then to the, thankfully, sturdy, wooden frame before repeating it to his other one. His fists clench within the freezing cold metal as I move off of his lap and kneel between his legs instead. His head lifts off of the pillows to watch me, his pushed back fringe falling over his face and resting just above his eyes. I hook my fingers below the band of his boxers as his hips rise off the bed, already so needy for my touch.

I look up into his hungry eyes as I start pulling them down, his cock already leaking against his stomach as he lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of final freedom. I throw his boxers to the floor, along with the rest of his clothes from this evening and press a kiss to his hip as I hear the metal rattle a little, my eyes darting up to see his closed and his lips pouted. I run my hands up his thighs, my fingers lightly tracing over his tiger and California tattoos as his face screws up.

I wrap my hand around him as his lips part into a broken moan and his head rests against his arm, refusing to fall back into the pillow to watch me play with him and his emotions. I start moving slowly, watching him get overwhelmed already, the entire situation being more than arousing and his hair beginning to stick to his forehead as his body gets covered in a sheer layer of sweat and desperation. I lean my head down, my eyes watching his face with every move I make, waiting for his attention to return to me instead of the thoughts, or lack thereof, inside his head.

His eyes shoot open as he feels my tongue dance around his tip and he chokes out something between a moan and a sob. "Please. Please give me more. I want your mouth, please," he rambles out as his wrist tugs against one of the cuffs. "It's a shame you can't push my head down to get what you want, isn't it?" I ask as I kiss the base of his cock and his legs thrash around the bed. "Please," He whispers, looking at me with teary eyes, red, bitten lips and need written all over his face.

I look up at him in awe, shocked by this completely submissive side of Harry as his eyes droop and he breathes rapidly before a smirk takes over my face. "Well, if you're that desperate..." I say before wrapping my lips around his tip and moving my hand back around the rest. He lets out a whine and bites into his bicep, stopping any more from filling the room. I take him further into my mouth until my nose is pressed against his stomach and his eyes are closed as tightly as they could possibly be.

I suck him off until a string of broken moans leaves his spit-soaked lips along with hitching breaths and squeaks. "I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop. Please," I pull my mouth off and rest his tip against my tongue, replacing it with my hand once more and bringing him to the first orgasm of the night. His chin is flush against his chest as his mouth lays open, producing noises so soft and beautiful, they could pass as music themselves. His body stills as he releases into my mouth, finishing with a breathy chuckle and a moan of relief before looking down at me with a soft smile and glassy eyes.

"Thank you, for trying this with me," He mumbles out as I make my way back up the bed to straddle him. "But you can uncuff me now, let's do it as normal," I could tell by the way his cock twitches when I put my hands on his stomach and his wrists pull against the cuffs that he's more than happy to stay locked to the bed. "But, we're having so much fun..." I say with a smirk as I grind my hips down onto his naked body. His eyes close briefly before his head leans back, looking up at his now cuff-dented wrists and moaning.

He lifts it back up, resting against his arm and looking at me for a second, letting out a chuckle and biting his lip as he looks my body up and down. "You always do look the sexiest in my shirts, messy hair, on top. Leave it on," He says as my hands start playing with the hem, getting ready to ride him. I get off of the bed to remove my underwear, taking in the view before me and then returning to sit across his waist.  

He grinds his hips into mine at the contact of our skin, his head turning further into his arm out of frustration to not be able to pull me closer to him, messing his sweaty fringe up as he does so. I lean down to kiss him for the first time since we started this, his teeth immediately tugging at my bottom lip followed by a swipe of his tongue. "Please fuck me," His whispers against them, the metal rattling again in the background. "I need you, please. I can't do this anymore. I'm so hard, please fuck me," He wasn't lying.

I sit back against his raised legs, his thighs pushing against my back as his body adjusts to the pressure that me moving put on his cock. "You got it, loverboy," I say before raising my hips and finally wrapping my hand around his cock to line him up with my entrance and slowly sinking down as his wrists pull on the handcuffs, his head slamming back into the pillows, choked up. I press my hands to his stomach to support myself before moving my hips, riding him faster than I normally would, knowing he won't last.

He looks down at me through his eyelashes with a big, blissed-out grin on his face as his hands twist in the cuffs, applying pressure to where they've marked his wrists. "Hurts so good," he quietly moans out as his hips lift up, working against mine. Harry keeps fucking into me the best he can, given the circumstances, as we both approach our orgasms, getting off on each other's desperation. He positions his head against his bicep for the last time, just to watch the finale, his fringe stuck to his forehead whilst the rest of it is thrown around in slight, messy curls.

"I'm so close, please. Just like that," He moans into his arm, his eyes scrunching closed as I roll my hips harder into his, feeling him as deep as he can be. I lean forward, wrapping my arms under his and pressing my head to his shoulder before bouncing myself on his cock as he rests his head against mine. "I'm gonna cum. Cum with me," he moans into my hair and that's all it takes. I gently bite down into his neck which, of course, sets him off. His hands grab hold of the bed frame as he releases into me, moaning my name.

We lay there for a minute, listening to the occasional metal clang and shaky breath before I lift myself off of him and press a kiss to his lips. I pick the key up from the bedside table and undo the handcuffs, a little gasp leaving my mouth when I see how red and dented his wrists are but he places his hands upon my cheeks and pulls me in for a kiss. "I'm fine, it's fine. I promise, I loved it," he tells me with a shy smile and rolling us over to sleep for the night.

[dazed-universe]

Kissing.

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We lay in bed as Harry’s hand rests on my waist, mine on his cheek and playing with his hair every so often. “Kiss me,” he whispers in the moonlit room as he moves closer and I feel his breath against my face. His hand snakes around to my back, pulling me into him as he connects our lips, pulling away before joining them a few times more. His teeth pull against my bottom lip and upon releasing it, his tongue ghosts over where his lips just were, dancing with my tongue afterward. 

[dazed-universe]

Cauldrons and Kisses. ii*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Part One.

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Matching leather and lace outfits cause things to get a little more heated than expected.

~ semi-rough Harry, blowjob, face-fucking??, swallowing, slight masturbation, riding ~

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*He pushes me up against the counter behind us, I take my hat and his shawl off, running my hands up his back and into his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip, a smile appearing as I gasp in surprise. "I have wanted this, for fucking long," he whispers against my jaw as he pulls away. "But we can't do this here, not now. Come back with me, when this ends," An amused smirk spreads across his face as his hands touch my waist, tickling me. "Let's make some magic, baby,"

We walk out of the room after putting our accessories back on and hair into place as Alexa and Pixie are screaming out the lyrics to ...Baby One More Time. He takes my hand before walking over to some of his friends from home and introducing me... as his very good friend and invites them to come and sit with the rest of us. It's nearing the curfew so Harry only sits down for a few minutes, making sure everyone was well acquainted before leaving and wandering around the room again, checking everybody was okay and had had a good time.

As people start leaving and Harry helps tidy up, the group closes in. "What happened? In the backroom?" Alexa questioned me with a smirk on her face as I look at her, confused. "What do you mean? Why would something have happened? He just wanted to make sure that I know he isn't mad about the matching thing," I play dumb, not wanting them to know what had happened... yet, at least. "Oh, yeah, that's what we thought," They all share a weird look, making me wonder what Harry has said to them tonight as I spot him picking up some glasses.

"Hey, why did I just get asked what happened in that room?" I ask him, lowly, weary of people around. He puts the cups onto the table behind and turns to look at me with a smile before realizing there's a chance I'm annoyed and swallowing. "I just said to Alexa that I thought you looked great, that's all," I raise my eyebrows at him, knowing there's more. "However, she does know something else," He says before picking up the glasses and walking over to the bar, leaving me to follow him like a lost puppy.

I lean against the bar and put my hands on his shoulders, stopping him from literally running away from the question again. "What? What does Alexa know?" he smiles, placing his hands over mine, running them down my arms and to my hips. "Alexa knows... that I am very, very into you. If you must know," He licks his lips before looking at mine again. "What happened to not here?" I wonder only to be hit by a barking laugh as he throws his head back. "That was more about going at it raw in the middle of a party, not a quick makeout,"

I look up at him, embarrassed as his hand comes up to cup my face for the second time, and certainly not the last time, tonight. As our lips meet, a round of cheers leaves the table opposite us where everyone is sitting followed by a few "finally"'s. We stand there kissing for a minute before they're yelling at us to get room and security comes in complaining about the curfew, our group being the last people in there... at 3 am. We grab our belongings and head out of the door and as everyone parts ways, Harry pulls me to his.

His driver pulls up as we get outside, luckily the street has been cleared so there's no photographers or fans around waiting to get a picture because he grabs me by the waist and kisses me, dragging me into the car with him and takes my hat off as we hit the seats. I pull the door shut as the partition goes up and he attaches his lips to my neck, his hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. He keeps me there until we pull up to the gate of his house.

He thanks his driver and jumps out of the car, leaving me inside to straighten up my outfit before jogging around, opening my door for me and taking my hand to help me out. I thank his driver as he closes the door and rushes us inside, fumbling with his keys as I press a kiss to his neck and wrap my arms around his waist. He finally opens the door and leads us in, pressing me against the wall the second it closes, attaching our lips once more. "Get upstairs, wait for me," He orders against my ear.

I make my way up his stairs, looking down as I watch him take his shawl off and lay it over the table, his keys on top and shoes underneath, smiling at him as he looks towards me. "Well, keep going," He says as he takes the first step, slowly following me as I reach the top and head into his bedroom. He steps in behind me as I take a seat on his bed, stretching my legs out in front of me and crossing them as he looks me up and down. "Oh, you think you're in charge. How adorable,"

He steps towards the bed, keeping eye contact with me and holding his hand out next to his waist, I look at him in confusion. "Leg up, now," I lift it, resting my ankle upon his hip as his hands start undoing the straps of my shoe, throwing it next to him once undone and holding the other hand out to do the same again. He puts one knee on the bed between my legs and a hand on my thigh and kisses my forehead, pulling away and nodding behind me, signaling for me to move further back.

He brings his other knee onto the bed, my legs resting either side of him as he places his hands onto my knees, running them down my thighs and tucking his fingers into the edge of my stockings before lifting my leg onto his shoulder and slowly pulling it down. He does the same to my other one then rests my legs down before instructing me to sit up and taking my shirt off, the cold leather strap from the skirt making me wince as it connects with my shoulder. He places his fingers below them, running them up and down a few times, looking at the way they're laying over my body before tugging them down my arms.

I lay down again and he nudges my hips, making me lift them so he can pull the skirt down my legs, leaving me in only my underwear whilst he looks over me, his bottom half still leather-clad. "Here's what is going to happen. You're going to suck me off and then I'm going to fuck you until the sun comes up, got it?" He says, looking deeply into my eyes as his hands are lightly pressed over my waist, his thumbs rubbing over my stomach.

He stands, leaving my body feeling cold as he pops the button and unzips his trousers, pulling them down and off and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, facing away from me. "Please don't make me get myself off, I promise you it is a mood killer," He says, half-joking but with a stern tone. I lay there, looking at him for a few seconds, taking in what was about to happen and thinking back to the party and how he'd said he'd wanted this for ages, I guess I had too.

I sit up, running my hand over his back in the process, making him jump a little, as I stand in front of him, his eyes once again looking over my body and up to mine. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?" I smile down at the floor and slowly kneel, my hands resting on his thighs and fiddling with the edge of his boxers. His hand cups my face, his thumb gliding over my cheek a few times before resting on my lips. "We don't have to do this, we can just go to bed," He whispers in the silence.

I look up at him with hooded eyes and a devious smirk before moving my hands over his crotch, pulling his boxers down, his hard member finally springing free as he lets out a shaky exhale. I wrap my hand around the base of it, watching his head rock back, tugging up and down a couple of times as I move a little closer, my arms resting over his legs, holding myself up. I keep my hand at the base as my tongue meets the head, already tasting the saltiness that has been teasing him for the past thirty minutes.

I wet the edges of my lips before taking him into my mouth, only fitting him three-quarters of the way before he's nearly hitting the back of my throat. Harry rests one of his hands on my shoulder as I start to bob my head, hearing his breath tremble every time I move my tongue. He lets me get used to his size for a while, just sitting there, taking in the feeling of my mouth on him. However, after I speed myself up, his hand glides through my hair and before I realize what he's doing, he's holding it in a ponytail and moving my head down further.

He pulls me off by my hair, making me look in his eyes to check that I'm okay before putting himself back in my mouth and pushing me down until my nose is pressing against his stomach and my eyes begin watering a little. He fucks my mouth until I'm looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks and begging eyes, his thumb wiping them away before they fall too far. "You done?" He breathes, with genuine concern, not wanting to push me too far as I nod and he lets my hair go, letting me pull myself off of him.

He wraps his hand around his cock, bringing himself to the edge as I put my hands on his waist. "Fuck," leaves his mouth over and over again as he gets closer, lining himself up with my mouth as I stick my tongue out, resting his tip over it and I close my lips around it, his eyes suddenly opening, his pupils blown out and his jaw slack. I let out a soft laugh before giving it a light suck, his face screwing up and breath hitching in a reaction as I squeeze at his waist.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he mumbles as he twists his head to the side and his thighs tense under my arms. He releases into my mouth as a string of moans and curses leave his, my name thrown into the mix. His eyes open and he looks down at me as I swallow, a smirk on my face as my tongue darts out to lick my lips. "Come here, now," nodding towards his lap, stretching his hand out and helping me up. I stand in front of him as his hands touch my waist, pulling my underwear down and throwing it over to where his trousers lay.

He moves further back so I can kneel either side of him as I take a seat on his lap, his hands running over my body, up to my back where my bra is still fastened, undoing it with one hand and tossing it to the side. His eyes look over my chest as a smirk appears on his face. "Let's make that magic, huh, baby?" He repeats the same joke from earlier as his hand slides down between the two of us as he runs a finger down my slit.

He wraps his hand around himself once more before pressing his tip against my entrance, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as his hand holds onto my waist firmly. He pushes himself in as I sink onto him, his other hand coming up to my hips, holding me in place. "Just, give me a second," he says, breathlessly as I lean my head against his, my hands running through the back of his hair. His head pressing back against mine as his grip tightens on my waist, starting to move me as he moves his hips, immediately hitting all of the right spots.

I pull on his hair as he speeds up, the sound of our skins hitting mixing perfectly with our moans in the soundless surroundings, his getting deeper and louder with every tug and bounce. I move my head away from his, resting my lips against his neck as I start kissing one of his sweet spots, just below his ear. "Fuck. Don't do that, I don't want to cum yet, not before you," I laugh at his sense of pride before giving him a lovebite in the same place. His hands hold me still before flipping us over, everything happening so fast, it takes our breath away.

"What did I just say to you?" he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. I have to stop myself from giggling at him, knowing how soft he truly is to go along with him. "Sorry, it won't happen again," I lean my head into his chest as he starts rocking into me again, grabbing one of my legs and placing it over his shoulder, getting as deep as he possibly can. "Always ladies first," he says into my shoulder as his thrusts become relentless and I feel my stomach knotting. "Harry, I'm close," I moan into his hair.

He begins kissing my neck as I had done to him before, returning the lovebite as he taunts me to let go. "I know, baby. Do it, let go for me. Cum for me," I wrap my arms around his shoulders one more time, squeezing him tightly as I feel myself release around him and he fucks me through it and lets himself go once I'm near the end. I feel him laugh into my hair as we both come down, removing my leg from his shoulder as he pulls out of me, sitting back to watch himself drip out and running his finger up one more time.

He moves to the side of me before laying down, his finger coming up to my mouth as I suck it and he lets out his signature, loud laugh. "I can't believe you just did that... Oh my god," He pauses with wide eyes, scaring me a little, forcing me to question him with a furrowed brow. "You're under my spell," he whispers with a wide smile, even though it earns him nudge to the chest before I rest my head on him, feeling a kiss to the top of it as we both look out of the window, the sun starting to rise through the curtains.

[dazed-universe]

Cauldrons and Kisses.

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry hosts a Halloween party and you turn up in an outfit to match.

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England doesn't go as big as America on Halloween, or anything really, and Harry is uncharacteristically missing the big party spirit. The events he has been to Los Angeles before always read go big or go home and, although he's been tempted, he has fun, a lot. One thing he continuously says to us is how overrated he thinks it is and how dressing up takes way much more time and effort than it should so... you can imagine my surprise when his text comes through.

Hi, it's Harry. I'm throwing a party on Halloween, fancy dress, of course. I would love it if you came and I wanted to give adequate time for costume prep. I hope I see you and have a good one. x

Maybe it's a quarter-life crisis, maybe he had some wild epiphany, maybe he's just as bored as me and needs something to do and what is more fun than pretending to be somebody else for the night? I start getting texts from our friends who he also invited, already asking what I'm thinking of wearing, probably planning some elaborate group outfits. After a quick shower, a deep dive into spooky Tumblr will occur.

It's around ten pm now, which means there are exactly three weeks until Harry's party and I still haven't found an outfit after four solid hours of searching and some intense group chat conferring. I get up to make some dinner as the door goes, I throw on a cardigan before heading to answer it. "Hi, only me, no need to get dressed up," Harry jokes pointing between my cardigan and slippers. "Yet, at least. Did you get my text? About the party?" He questions as I let him in, closing the door behind him and walking into the kitchen, him following close behind.

"I did. It sounds fun. I'm just trying to figure out what in the world to wear so I don't end up turning up on the day as a cat or something," I say, pouring the now boiled kettle into two cups of tea, sliding one over it him, subtly shivering and bouncing his leg. "What if you want to go as a cat? Then what happens?" I look at his amused face with disbelief, his dumbassery forever astounding me. "Then it will be the best cat costume that Halloween has ever fucking seen," I return.

"What are you going as?" I ask, hoping his outfit will give me some inspiration, leaning over the table as if it's a secret, him doing the same. "I'm not telling you. You'll see it on the night, like everybody else." He whispers before taking a sip of his tea and sitting back, a big smile on his face. I put my head down on the table, moaning in annoyance and realization that I probably will end up going as something stupid. "Don't stay mad for too long, your tea is getting cold," he starts giggling as I look up at him, very unamused.

We finish our tea and talk more about the plans before he goes to LA until the party. Three weeks seems like a long time, but, when you have to shop or possibly make something, it's no time at all. "Right then, I'm going to head off, go home. You need to find an outfit, don't let me down, we have to be the best dressed." He says before coming around to my side of the table and giving me a hug, a kiss on the cheek and leaving. Well, now I have to find something good, I cannot let him down.

It's been three weeks since I saw Harry, which means his party is today. I'm meeting Harris and Alexa at five to start getting ready and then we leave for Harry's at quarter to ten. I have no doubt my outfit will be one of the worst and no doubt a disappointment to Mr. Styles despite his earlier warning, however, we can't all have custom Gucci on our side. I start getting ready to head over to Alexa's, jumping in the shower, having a quick snack, packing a little bag and heading out.

Alexa opens the door in a dress, definitely going as the queen of hearts, as Harris yells down the stairs about how they need the brush in her hand. "Come in, we must hurry, you know what he's like if people are late," We walk in her room, makeup, extensions, and clothes everywhere as Harris is having a Bowieesque lightning bolt painted onto their face. "So," Alexa says as they both look over to me, standing in the doorway. "What outfit did you decide on?" Was I debating just going home instead? One hundred percent but, what else was I going to do?

I go into the bathroom to get changed, always having to make a dramatic entrance, suddenly feeling better about my outfit. Sure, it's not the most adventurous but it's a little sexy and fashionable so, what is there not to love? I walk back into the room, leaning against the doorframe. "Hello, witches," I say, the iconic Stevie line from American Horror Story immediately recognized as Harris starts screaming about the dress and hat combo. It's amazing what black stockings and a pair of heels can do to an outfit. What is essentially a leather pinafore skirt with a lace top has never looked better.

I put on some eyeliner, red lipstick and let Alexa loosely curl my hair before we leave, right on time. We jump into the car picking us up before heading to the club Harry has booked out for his highly exclusive and anticipated event. We turn up to fans and paparazzi standing outside whilst the general public is walking by, wondering what is going on. We pose for a few photos before running inside, scared of England's unpredictable winter weather and the chance of rain. A few of Harry's friends greet us at the door, telling us he's upstairs and excited.

"No... No way... NO!" He starts yelling towards us as we walk in the door, looking my outfit up and down as I start laughing, taking in his leather trousers, black heels, suspenders, eyeliner and, lace shawl wrapped around his shoulders. "I should've just fucking told you, shouldn't I?" he says, shaking his head before pulling me in for a hug, squeezing me tight and whispering in my ear about he's kidding and it's fine, cute almost. "We match, that's fun. We can say it was intentional." he decides, now laughing himself and hugging the others. "At least we're the best dressed," he smirks back at me.

We party on into the early morning, karaoke being a very heavy influence on everyone's mood. Harry is, off walking around with drinks and snacks, being the best host he can be, even though there are waiters everywhere so I am sitting with Hélène, Harry, Harris, Alexa, and Pixie as they decide which song to perform next for the many drunk attendees. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Harry comes over and asks, smiling and fist-bumping everyone else before pulling me into the private, backroom. He leans in for a hug, making me laugh at the ever-so-slightly tipsy affection.

"I just wanted to tell you that I think you look amazing, and I wanted to make sure that you know I'm not really mad that we're matching," He says, playing with the tassels on his shawl whilst keeping eye contact with me. "I know, it's fine. And, thank you. You look good, I guess," I say, looking down at his very tight but complimenting trousers. "In fact, I think our Leather & Lace combination is actually quite sexy," he smirks, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind my ear and under the witch hat before cupping my face and leaning in.

He pushes me up against the counter behind us, I take my hat and his shawl off, running my hands up his back and into his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip, a smile appearing as I gasp in surprise. "I have wanted this, for fucking long," he whispers against my jaw as he pulls away. "But we can't do this here, not now. Come back with me, when this ends," An amused smirk spreads across his face as his hands touch my waist, tickling me. "Let's make some magic, baby,"

~

Part Two.*

[dazed-universe]

Living In The Sin.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry's mystery moves leave you both begging for more.

~ fingering, squirting, semi-dom but desperate Harry ~

~

A nervous twitch is the only thing I've gotten from Harry the past few days. A quick lock of his phone or the closing of a window when I walk behind him or sit next to him. Obviously, the worst is on my mind, it's the only thing on my mind but... would he do that? I know Anne would kill him if he did so I feel like he knows better but I still have an uneasy feeling. I'm sitting in the kitchen whilst he's in the living room, I can see him through the open-plan house. His MacBook on his thighs, no shirt on, legs up, hair a mess with a furrowed brow as he types, clicks and scrolls almost as if in a panic. Maybe he's just working. Yeah, that is probably just it.

I get up from my seat and head over to the cupboard, grabbing myself two glasses and slicing some lemon, filling them up with water before heading into where Harry is sat. As soon as he notices my presence, he closes his MacBook, quickly placing it on the table in the middle and grabbing the tv remote. "Hey, I was just going to chuck a film on, what do you want to watch?" I hand him the glass of lemon water as he thanks me and scoots over. "I'm not really in the mood for a film, I'm just tired. Put on anything." I lie, hoping I can find a way to grab the Mac, just to see if he freaks out or not.

"Goodfellas, it is." he pouts at me, putting the glass on the table, leaning back and resting his arm behind my head, starting to play with my hair. "Why don't you put your head down? I'll wake you up in a little?" he says, pressing a kiss to my cheek and pulling me closer to him. I shake my head, placing it on his shoulder instead as the film starts playing. 10 minutes later, his arm is no longer around me but leaning on the armrest the other side of the sofa, our feet barely touching. I move positions, seeing if he looks over at me. Absolutely nothing. I wait 5 more minutes before getting up and refilling our waters, sitting forward when I get back.

Upon taking my seat, I pick up the MacBook, sitting back with my legs up as I watch his eyes suddenly shift from the screen to me, pausing the tv. "Let's go to bed," he suggests, taking the Mac from my hands, putting it back on the table as I look at him in disbelief. "If you're bored, let's go to bed." he clarifies, trying to make me feel like it's about me, not that he doesn't have a dirty, little secret there. "You're enjoying this, so finish it and I'll occupy myself," I say, trying to pick it up again.

"Please," he whispers with wide eyes, placing his hand over mine, swallowing as I look at him. I take a deep breath before rolling my eyes, deciding I'll try again tomorrow. "Fine. Let's go," I cave, standing up and walking upstairs, leaving him to turn everything off downstairs. "Have I done something?" he questions as he walks in, 5 minutes later, turning off the hallway light as he does so. "No, let's go to sleep, okay? I'm just tired." I get into bed with my back turned as I feel his side dip and his warm body press against my back.

His arm drapes over my waist and his chin nudges my shoulder as he starts kissing my neck. "You need to turn the lamp off. The planet is dying." I say, not in the mood. "Well, I will spend tomorrow cheering up the planet but right now, whilst doing that for you, it stays on. Why are you so stressed? What's going on?" he asks, brushing my hair away from my face and around my back. After insisting nothing is wrong again, his fingers trail up and down my waist in an, unfortunately, successful attempt to tickle and make me laugh.

"Let me calm you down," he says against my neck, lightly grabbing my hips, turning me onto my back and ducking his head to kiss my neck again. I run my hand through his hair, I can't deny that I've missed him, I'd be a fool, I need this but what if I was right? "Can I?" he says, lifting his head, looking into my eyes as I shoot him a confused look. "Make you feel better? Make you feel good? Please?" I give him a nod and rest my hand against his face as his eyes close and head shakes.

"Say it. I need you to say it," I tell him he can do whatever he wants as he starts kissing down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as he goes further down until he reaches the boxers of his I'd stole to wear as pyjama shorts, as always. He removes them as he moves down the bed, placing himself between my legs, spreading them open as far as he can. "I want to try something. Can I? Just... trust me," he looks up at me through a few fallen strands of hair, a slight shine across his body from anticipation.

As I agree, he stands up and jogs into the bathroom leaving me on the bed, very confused and exposed. A few moments later, he practically runs back over to the bed, holding a towel in his hand, urging me to lift up a little as he places it underneath me before kneeling between my legs again. Harry looks over at me to see a tilted head and squinting eyes, curious for an explanation as he just swallows and says "You never know," whilst letting an incredibly shaky breath. He runs his calloused hands over my thighs before clearing his throat.

He pushes one finger into me whilst his other hand reaches over to start rubbing my clit, immediately making me feel better and almost overwhelmed. He stays with one finger for a while, warming me up and getting me ready for whatever he seems to have planned. "Harry, please," I urge him, wanting more, needing more. He looks up at me, his mouth ajar and his pupils blown out as he nods. He pulls his finger out and pushes a second one in along with it whilst his finger on my clit speeds up ever so slightly, pressing a little harder.

He takes a deep breath before almost pulling his fingers all the way out and pushing them back in, feeling his hand trembling, I reach down and touch his other one as his head snaps towards me. "What? What's wrong?" he says, a hint of panic in his voice. "You're shaking," I state as he shakes his head once more, assuring me that he's fine. "I just, I really want to try something, okay? But, you've got to relax, please?" I lean back, trusting him and letting his hand go as he starts moving his fingers, rubbing my clit even faster.

I look down at him to see his lip between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes twitch occasionally, focused on whatever on Earth he is trying to do. He stops moving his fingers in and out of me and starts doing a "come here" motion and then it hits me. "Harry," I less say, more moan, as my eyes close. "Harry, I know what you're doing. I can't, it won't work." I tell him, although, his obvious determination falters little to none. "You will. You can. I promise. Please, just, let me keep trying." He desperately begs.

He stops rubbing my clit and moves his hand to my stomach pressing down a little as he moves his fingers faster, hitting my g-spot and making me actually moan his name this time, along with a lot of profanity. "Come on. Come on, baby. I know you can. Just let it go." He encourages, leaning his head down and pressing a kiss to my thigh, speeding his fingers up even more. Feeling a weird wave wash over me, I grab ahold of his hand. "Harry, I can't. I need to-," he interrupts me, almost yelling, his voice gravelly and low.

"No, no, no, I know. It's good, it's okay. Let go, just let go, I promise." he says, moving his hand off of my stomach, repositioning himself slightly before leaning down and pressing his lips to my clit. "Just let go," My head starts spinning as I listen to him, letting myself fall under the sexual spell he's cast. I close my eyes, throwing my head back as the most intense orgasm I've ever felt rushes through my body and I block out everything except the faint sound of Harry's light moaning and heavy breathing, in awe of what just happened.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I can't believe you did it. I actually made you squirt, holy fuck," he mumbles out, in utter shock as I had assured him I could not and would do it. I guess he was right. He pulls the towel out from underneath me, throwing it into the washing basket by the door before crawling up the bed and holding me tightly to his chest as I come down. "I'm sorry," he begins as I look up at him, his hand reaching for to cup my face. "For being so weird these past few days, I really wanted to do this. I know what you thought was going on and I would never do that to you. Okay? I love you."

[dazed-universe]

Never Coming Back Down.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

There's only so much teasing a boy can take. 

~ public teasing, rough Harry, choking, slight daddy kink, watching in a mirror?? ~

~

6 pm. A dinner outing with almost every single person Harry knows, his management, his friends, his family. It's not on purpose, it never is, but when you're walking around looking the way he does, it's difficult not to be irresistible. His new single has just dropped, his first in over two years, and everybody has gotten together to celebrate in the upstairs of a members-only restaurant, especially booked for him. The head of his label is stood at the end of the table waiting to make a speech, Harry, as always, politely directs everyone's attention towards him as his hand nervously grips my thigh under the table.

I look at him sitting next to me as his jaw clenches, trying not to smirk as he feels my eyes land on his face. I place my hand over his in a weak effort to remove it, only encouraging him to squeeze my thigh tighter before moving both of our hands further up. "Harry. Stop it." I whisper-shout at him as everyone laughs about something in the speech. He licks his lips and swallows before turning his head to look at me. "Stop what? What do you mean?" A soft smile and devious eyes cover his face.

I wrap my arm around his and lean my head on his shoulder as his mother, who is awkwardly sitting opposite us, looks over and smiles at us, picking up her phone to take a picture. Harry finally pulls his hand off of my leg and cups my face with it, leaning his head on mine, closing his eyes and smiling as Anne laughs at the both of us, putting her phone back on the table. "You always have to take one, don't you?" Harry playfully sasses her. "Yes. Hands above the table," she orders him, making him look down at the floor with pursed lips, his cheeks getting more red by the second.

I didn't want him to stop. He knows I didn't want him to stop. I keep my head resting on his shoulder, not wanting to move away from him so soon as he presses a kiss to my forehead. "Are you okay?" He whispers against my hair, not used to me being overly clingy, he's concerned. I move a little closer and kiss his neck before looking up at him. "I'm fine, I'm just proud of you." I smile as he leans down for a kiss, quickly mumbling "I love you" before our lips touch. It's not a lie, I am proud of him, but, pride isn't the thing I'm feeling the most right now.

My legs now crossed under the table, he has one arm behind my chair and one on his lap. My hands resting on my knees, out of sight, suddenly become very interesting to me, how about a taste of his own medicine? Everyone is still giving speeches and sharing stories so I know teasing him would be easy and go unnoticed, if he controls himself. I drop one of my hands from my knees whilst Harry's attention is completely undivided and on Jeff whose speech started a few minutes ago.

I place it on his thigh as I look over at him, studying his reaction, his breath hitches, his eyes close, he swallows, he caves, leaning back in his chair so his lap is further under the table, not looking away from Jeff for a second. I start running my hand up and down his thigh, not wanting to give him what I know he needs. His thigh tenses under my touch and he starts bouncing his leg with impatience. I can tell Jeff is getting ready to end his speech and then we'll all be going home so... what's the harm in giving in?

I start palming him through his trousers, me actually doing what he wanted takes him by surprise and makes him fidget in his chair, almost everyone looking over as his knee hits the underneath of the table. He looks around flustered as he attempts to laugh it off. "Sorry, I got a cramp. I should probably walk it off," he says, beginning to stand as Jeff argues that he's almost done, right on schedule. Harry sits back down, expecting me to continue as my hands return to my knees and I give all my focus to Jeff, earning a look of disbelief.

As everyone says goodbye and congratulations to Harry and Jeff, I stand with Anne, Gemma, and Michal talking about everything else that has yet to come. We all head out, making our way to Harry's car as he offered to drive them all back to Gemma's house, a kind gesture to them, a now torturous one to himself. 10 minutes feels like an hour later as we pull up to her house, Harry pretending to yawn as he does so. Anne reaches through to the front giving us both a hug goodbye whilst telling him to go home and get some sleep before getting out and heading inside.

I look down at my lap as he makes sure everyone gets in, a quiet giggle leaving my mouth. "Something funny?" he says, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows and a tight lip. He starts driving home as I shake my head, feeling more than accomplished with frustrating him. He takes one hand from the wheel and puts it on my thigh. "You seem to have forgotten, daddy doesn't play." He leaves it there for the rest of the drive home, saying nothing else.

We pull up to his house as he reverses in, taking his hand off of my leg and heading in, alone. I get out of the car and slam the door as he locks it from inside the house, now frustrating me. That's it? What's next? He sleeps in the spare room? I walk into the house, taking my shoes off by the door as I feel a pair of hands grip my waist tightly, spinning me around and pinning me to door. "What was that? You thought you'd have a little fun? No. Not tonight. Tonight, tonight is my turn. Upstairs, now."

He backs away and heads into the kitchen, turning around to look at me, still against the door in shock. "Now." he slightly raises his voice as I'm snapped back to reality and run up to the bedroom, taking my clothes off and getting into the bed. I hear him coming upstairs and pretend to be asleep, just to piss him off even more as he opens the door. "Well, I guess I'll sleep in the other room then," he says, playing along, shutting the door. I turn around to see him standing there with no shirt on and a glass of water in his hand. "It's bedtime, no?"

He puts the water down on the bedside table as I sit up, admiring his soft hair falling over his stern face. He looks back into my eyes as he begins taking off his belt and throwing it to the side, eye contact remaining as he steps closer to the bed and I move towards him, reaching my hands out to undo his trousers as he pulls them off and pulls me up. "No way. You're gonna watch." He says as our chests collide and I fall into him, a moan leaving my mouth. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me over to the dressing table in front of the mirror, the height of the wall.

He pushes me up against it, his hand coming up to my neck, making me look into his eyes through the mirror. "Now, what are we not going to do next time I have a business dinner?" he questions me as his other hand undoes my bra, my slack arms letting it drop to the floor. I swallow before opening my mouth, pressing my hips back. "Wait so long," I respond as his hand tightens and I moan as his hips press mine into the table. His body, glimmering with a light coat of sweat from the humid, autumn night and sexual tension in the room.

"Open your fucking legs," he orders as his hand lets go of my neck, helping his other to remove his boxers as I lean forward on the table, opening my legs a little, desperate for him. He lines himself up with me, pushing in as I lay my head on my arms, not wanting to be too loud whilst he lets me adjust to his well-above-average size. "Stand up," he says, snaking one arm around my chest and pulling me against him, his chest flush against my back as he starts moving.

My head leans onto his shoulder as he angles himself expertly how I need him, making me moan his name. He kisses my cheek as his thrusts speed up and his hand squeezes my hip, the one around my chest coming up to my neck again. "Louder. Tell me what you need, baby," He squeezes his hand around my neck tighter as my hand grips his wrist. He kisses my neck before giving me a lovebite and loosening his grip, not wanting to hurt me.

"Wanna cum," I mumble, just. As he smirks at our glistening bodies in the mirror. "Yeah? What do you need?" he asks, slowing his thrusts down but deepening them, pulling my hips back every time he comes forward. "Faster. Harder, baby," I moan as his lips meet my neck again, passionately kissing one of many sweet spots. He speeds up, keeping his power and depth, placing one hand on my stomach and bringing the other back up to my neck, completely controlling my body.

"Cum for me. Let go," he whispers into my ear as his thrusts start to get sloppy. I lean my head into his neck, still watching us in the mirror as our eyes meet. "Cum," with that and a squeeze of his hand, I was finally cumming around him as his arm tightened around my stomach, keeping me close to him as he released into me whilst holding both of us up, whimpering into my ear. We stay leaning against each other, admiring the closeness of bodies and what had just happened.

He rests his chin on my shoulder as he looks into my eyes in the mirror with a soft, blissed-out smile, kissing my neck once again. "Let's go to bed, baby," he says, pulling out of me and running his hands to my hips, pulling me back with him, falling onto the bed.

[dazed-universe]

There’s A Space Between Us.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry comes home from tour and missed you way too much to leave.

~ sex, cockwarming ~

~

Los Angeles to London, 5,437 miles and an 8 hour time difference. It's no secret that Harry hates LA, but, he hates it, even more, when I'm not there. The weather's too hot, the people are too annoying, the roads are too busy, even though he'll complain about that whilst he drives down Rodeo but he secretly loves being on the road and singing along to the radio together, of course, he doesn't know I know. But, I miss him.

Tour finally ended 2 days ago after a long, long 4 months, I went to shows but only a few and his family and friends were there so it's not like we could sneak off undetected. Harry had stayed over there to finish some business and make sure everything was done so he could spend as much time here as possible but it's almost the day he's coming home. I just got a text reading 'I hope you have a good sleep. Tomorrow, you won't" and practically jumped out of bed and into the shower. Let the games begin.

Harry had called to let me know he was boarding just before I fell asleep last night and said he would land around 10 but he was going to get breakfast with Gemma so he'd be home at 11:30 which gives me time to get up and get ready instead of still having a bedhead when he walks through the door. I run downstairs after making the bed, thanking the gods I showered last night and didn't have to worry about it now. I make a bowl of cereal and a green tea before looking up at the clock. Just gone 10:30.

I've been watching Friends reruns for an hour, getting more and more annoyed with Ross as time goes on when a car pulls up outside and drives away. I brush it off as being one of the neighbours being dropped off until I hear a set of keys unlocking the door. I get up off the sofa, jogging across the living room just in time to reach the door as Harry appears, dropping his bags and immediately giving me a hug. He rests his head on my shoulder and kisses my neck. "I have missed you, so much." he breathes out.

He kicks the door closed, pushing us forward a little, making me giggle as he starts walking us over to the sofa, still in each other's arms. "I was actually going to-" I start to say, teasingly pushing him off of me as his arms tighten and he interrupts me. "Lay down on the sofa and make sweet, sweet love to me? I know, I know," he says, joking back before pulling away, looking me in the eyes and tucking a piece of fallen hair behind my ear. "I love you," he says quietly before leaning down for a kiss.

I whisper it back against his lips as he spins us around, guiding us towards the stairs. "Up. Now. I'll be two seconds." he orders before walking over to the door, grabbing his bags as I turn and make my way upstairs, overly excited for the rest of the day. I go into our room, taking off my shirt and shorts I'd thrown on just to cover up and get into bed, sinking into the satin sheets, already thinking about his hands all over me. I run my hand down my stomach, almost to my underwear when the door opens again.

"Well then... I guess you don't need me, I'll just," he says, half-joking, half- frighteningly serious, backing out the door as I call his name, coming out too much like a begging whine than I'm okay with. "Oh? Am I wrong? Do you need me?" he says, coming back in with a smirk on his face as he slowly starts undoing the buttons on his shirt and kneels next to me on the bed. "Tell me how bad. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how hard it was to be without me all this time." he lays down.

I sit up as he rests his arms behind his head and I curl a piece of his messy fringe around my finger before trailing them softly down his face and to his lips as his tongue darts out to wet them, a light chuckle leaving his lips as I pull them away quickly. I put one leg over his waist and sit over his stomach as his hands immediately fly down to rest on my thighs. I lean over and kiss his neck. "I need you so bad I could cry," I whisper against his jaw before he kisses me.

"We can't have that, can we?" he thinks aloud before flipping us over, his fringe brushing against my face as he kisses down my neck and leaves a lovebite, making me squeal out in shock and he giggles into my neck. Harry gets up off of the bed, nothing less than an instant protest leaving my lips, trying to pull him back down. "Calm down, I am just taking my trousers off. That's how this works." he jokes, kicking them to the side as he crawls back towards me, my hand lightly slapping his arm in annoyance as we kiss again.

I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him as close to me as possible, my hands run over his back and into his hair, pulling a little, his eyes closing and mouth opening to let out shaky breaths. His hand moves from where it had been resting next to my head and he trails his fingers down my stomach and stops at my underwear as he looks up at me. "I love you, okay?" I nod against his head as his hand dips into them, his fingers brushing over my clit and down to where my body's begging for him.

"Fuck," he moans out, swallowing heavily. "You're so wet," he kisses my neck before pulling away from me, my legs dropping from his waist as he kneels between them, his hands grazing down my stomach to my hips as he wraps his finger around my underwear, pulling them down and throwing them to the floor before taking his boxers off and doing the same. "I wonder, what could we do now?" he says laying beside me, crossing his arms and letting out a sigh, pursing his lips in pretend thought before looking at me from the corner of his eyes.

He turns to look at me as my eyes gloss over, the level of desperation being no exaggeration. "Please," I gasp out as he starts to sit up, leaning over me as my hands reach over his shoulders, intertwining behind him. "I mean, I guess we could do that," he says with a chuckle before leaning down to kiss me, his hard cock pressing against my thigh as he rolls closer to me, moving between my legs as they wrap around his waist once more. "Please," he pulls his head up to look at me in the eyes with a smirk.

"Tell me, what do you want?" he breathes against my neck as he kisses along my jaw, my hands pulling on his hair. "You. I want you. Please," his hand reaches down to where he's pressing against me, where I need him most as he smirks once more against my neck, a broken moan of frustration leaving my lips. "Wher-," he starts, trying to tease me again as I interrupt him, too turned on for games. "Harry, please, just put your dick in me. It has been four fucking months, please." I say, a tear leaving my eye, his finger wiping it away.

"It's okay. it's okay, baby, okay," he whispers into my ear, his hand finally lining himself up with me as my legs immediately pull him closer, forcing more of a whine than a moan out of him as his body rests over mine whilst he tries to gain control of himself. "Ready, darling?" he questions, waiting for me to answer him before he pulls his hips away from mine and I pull him back in, building a rhythm from that. "H, faster," I moan out against his lips as he shakes his head. "No, slow. I wanna stay slow."

He keeps the same rhythm as my heels dig into his back, forcing him as deep as he can go with moans leaving his mouth with every movement he makes. His head dips into my neck as I throw mine back, moaning out his name as he presses a kiss to my shoulder, voicing a broken sob against it as I tighten around him, already close to the edge. "Cum for me, do it, let go," he says softly into my hair before kissing my cheek and dropping his hand between us again, rubbing my clit, knowing he won't last much longer.

I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he brings me to my climax, fucking me through it until my body relaxes and I loosen my grip on him. He releases inside of me as I squeeze my thighs around his waist and lets his body go limp over mine, breathing heavily but soft giggles of bliss surrounding us. He pulls his body away from mine, never pulling out of me whilst he takes my legs down from his hips and brings one to the other side and turns me over, laying down behind me, spooning me.

I try to pull away to turn around and hug him but his hands fly down to my hips, holding me in place. "No, I want to stay inside, just... stay," he confesses, his head falling into my neck with an inhale as I clench around him at the sensual yet soft words. His arm rests over my waist and grabs a hold of my hand, squeezing it. "I missed you so much," he whispers, kissing my shoulder once more. "I missed you too. However, it's the middle of the afternoon, we cannot go to sleep." I say with a giggle at his persistence to stay in bed before hearing a light snoring next to my ear. Caving, I bring his hand up to my lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before drifting off to dreamland where our antics continued.

[dazed-universe]

Little Woman Love.*

Harry's holiday stubble proves to not only be a good look but an incredible feeling.

~ oral, fingering, dom Harry ~

~

"This stubble is getting out of control, I haven't shaved in a week, I feel like it looks bad and patchy. Why could you not pack more razors?" Harry shouts from the en suite bathroom in the house we're renting for the holiday. "It's my fault you forgot a bag? It looks fine, please just go to sleep." I say exhausted. He turns off the light and makes his way over to the bed, finally joining me under the covers after 20 minutes of obsessing over how scruffy his facial hair is looking. I lay my head on his chest as he cuddles up next to me, lifting his arm up and over me to continue running his hand over his face.

I sit up, grabbing his hand and kissing his fingers. "It looks fine, stop worrying." I let go of his hand, leaning down to kiss him, his hand landing on my face and making its way into my hair as he deepens the kiss, needing the reassurance. "Promise? Don't lie to me, if I look like a fool," I chuckle. "I promise, it looks good." I kiss him again and begin straddling his hips before moving down and kissing his neck. "It looks really good." He grabs hold of my waist and flips us over, laying me down, hovering his lips over mine. "You wanna find out if it feels good?" he asks, smirking and slowly backing up down the bed.

He lifts up his Kiss shirt that had become my sleeping attire this trip and kisses down my stomach and stops above my underwear, my hands reaching for his hair and he lifts his head up to look at me. "Or we could just go to sleep, you are exhausted after all." He laughs as I push him back down. He trails his hands from my hips to my thighs, his fingertips tapping as they go, moving further down the bed whilst pressing my legs open for him to get comfortable. He lays down with one arm around my thigh, the other resting on my stomach. He kisses my clit over my underwear, smiling when he sees me looking at him.

I lift myself up as he removes my underwear before returning to his position. "Look at me, don't stop looking at me. Got it?" I nod, biting my lip and putting a pillow behind my head. "Got it." He smirks and licks his lips, leaning his head down, directing his eyes back up towards mine, rubbing my thigh with his jaw. He moves his hand further down my stomach, placing it just below my belly button. I feel him smirk as he gets closer but never touches me, tickling my thighs with stubble, his thumb trailing around my clit being followed by his lips. "Harry, please just do something." I half-sigh, half-plead, already too tired for games, surprised when none are played.

He flicks his tongue over my clit a few times, making me moan from the sudden yet appreciated contact, rubbing the inside of my thigh with his hand, his stubble itching against me. He presses a kiss to my clit and replaces it with his thumb, moving it in slow circles whilst looking up at me. "Hi baby." He speeds up. He leans his head against his arm around my thigh, staring into my eyes, knowing I need more of him. "What, baby? What is it? What do you want?" He stops rubbing my clit as I groan, ready to plead for him to go on before he pushes two fingers into me, making me throw my head back against the pillow.

He moves his lips back to my clit, his stubble tickling along. I grab ahold of his hair and when I pull a little, he moans against me making my thighs clench but his arm pulls it back to its original position as his fingers stop moving and his mouth is taken away from me. "You know, if you crush my head, I can't eat out properly. Darling, neither of us want that," he whispers as his breathing brushes against my skin, feeling almost as good as his tongue, but never quite.

He tilts his head as if expecting me to answer him so I nod in the hope it will suffice and he will carry on, already too turned on to turn back. "Good girl," he praises me with a smug smile, knowing he has me wrapped around his finger, quite literally. He starts fingering me again, moving quicker than before and curling them up with every thrust, my breath hitching every time. "Faster. Please. Move faster." I whimper, needing to feel more, feeling myself getting closer and closer.

"That's quite enough of that," he says as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking me off of them whilst looking me in the eyes, licking his lips after he's sure they're clean. "I wish I could taste you all the time. In fact," he ponders before moving down the bed more and wrapping both of his arms around my thighs. "Try and clench them," he requests as I look at him, puzzled as he'd asked me not to minutes ago. I try and bring my thighs together around his head only to be met with strong resistance as a big grin spreads across his face. "Perfect."

Harry slides his tongue down my slit, cleaning up any mess he'd made with his fingers, the dripping becoming continuous no matter how many times he tries to lap it up. "Well, well, well. We can't have the sheets ruined, I guess I'd better try harder." he teases before kissing down, entering me once again seconds after. He flicks his tongue as he sucks softly, not wanting to waste a drop, his nose bumping against my clit, adding to the pressure building up inside of me. I throw my head back on the pillow, his actions seizing immediately. "Look at me, now." he orders against my skin.

I take a deep, shaky breath in before looking back down at him and he starts again, moving his tongue a little faster and deeper, pressing against me harder, feeling how close I am. My body tries it's best to clench my thighs but Harry's arms will not give in. Watching his biceps tense, trying to keep them apart whilst getting turned on himself is pulling me closer to the edge, proven with a broken cry that leaves my mouth as my eyelids flutter, not letting me close them out of fear of him stopping again.

"Let go. Cum for me." he says breathlessly against my skin, his cool breath hitting where his stubble has been itching against me, tormenting me, and that is all I need. My hand in his hair pushes his head back down as his tongue hits my clit one more time before diving back in, ready to bring me down. His cheeks hollowing as he works his hardest to get me to cum for him, his nose now just rubbing against my clit, knowing exactly what will make me do so. His eyes close as I moan his name, mine following.

My orgasm washes over me and he guides me through the whole way, never pulling away, no matter how much I try to writhe and squirm out of his tough grip until my actions fade and I lay there with jagged breaths escaping my mouth. He loosens his arms from thighs, his stubble brushing against them as he pulls away, and runs one finger up my slit, taking away any sign of what had just happened and licking it off before looking up at me with a situationally contrasting soft smile and blushing cheeks as he lets out a light chuckle, crawls up the bed and takes me in his arms and we stay like that for the rest of the night, falling asleep in pure bliss.

[dazed-universe]

The Long Day Is Over.

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Your first public outing with Harry has raised some nerves between the two of you.

~

Harry and I had been together for three months, much to both of our surprise, nobody had found out. We'd kept it very quiet with only our family and close friends knowing but being confined to these four walls was starting to get a little boring. We're going for dinner tonight at one of his favourite restaurants with his mum and her friend and it's safe to say nerves were getting the better of me. What if we get seen? What will people say? Will they know? They'll immediately assume anyways but I just can't help but think the worst.

We finish eating lunch in the kitchen as Harry takes our plates from the island and puts them into the sink, turning away from me as I let out a sigh, heavier than expected. "What's up, darling?" he spins round almost immediately, a hint of worry in his emerald eyes. I give him a soft smile before explaining my plans for the day, disregarding my actual feelings. "I have to go shopping, I think I want to buy a new outfit for tonight," he asks if I want him to come, I quickly reject his company before running up to shower.

I stand facing the probably way too hot stream of water, closing my eyes and leaning my head back, sighing once more now that Harry couldn't hear. "It'll be fine, you're overreacting, as always," I mumble to myself before washing up and turning it off, not wanting to stay in there too long. I throw on a pair of flares and one of Harry's overly generic band t-shirts that he'd had for years, before making my way downstairs, giving him a kiss goodbye and heading into town. Maybe I can shop the nerves out of my system. A bad idea indeed.

I've been here for 2 hours and only found a pair of shoes, sticking with classic black loafers to avoid tripping in a heel and embarrassing myself in front of a hundred people. My phone vibrates in my pocket, I pull it out and read a text from Harry asking where I am and how it's going just as it starts ringing and his name pops up over my screen. "Hi, um, mum just called and said our reservation is an hour earlier so I can pick you up now or..." I walk into Stella McCartney before agreeing and hanging up.

I check-out just in time for Harry to call saying he's pulled up down the road, not wanting him to get any more tickets, I quickly thank the cashier and jog out the store and down towards his car. "Hi, sorry, it took forever to find something nice" I explain as I lean over, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he takes his hood down. "You could wear anything and it would look nice." He says with a smile and slight grimace at the cheesy line as we both start laughing. "I'm serious though," I reply with a hum.

A few hours have passed and Harry is downstairs whilst I finish getting ready as we have to leave in 10 minutes. I look into the mirror as the nerves I felt earlier float back through my mind, laying my head down on my arms, trying not to cry and make Harry any more suspicious of my actions today. I'm so deep in my own thoughts that I don't hear him open the door, he puts his hands on my shoulders, startling me as he rests his head against mine. "What's wrong? Talk to me," he says with soft, wide eyes.

"It's fine, I promise," I reassure him before standing and trying to make my way out of the room but he grabs my hand and pulls me into his chest, sitting us down on the bed. He tucks a fallen piece of hair behind my ear and trails his fingers down my arm until he reaches mine, intertwining them loosely. "You know you can tell me, right? Whatever it is, I'm here for you. That's what I'm here for." he says with a light chuckle, not wanting a too serious conversation before we have to go to a fancy family dinner.

I look away from our playful hands, into his eyes as he gives me a slight smile even with furrowed eyebrows. I roll my eyes at myself before swallowing and pursing my lips, thinking of how to say it all without offending him. "I'm just scared, of everything. We don't go out so this is super weird." I say with a little laugh, him joining in. "I know, it's terrifying. It's the point where we find out what the world thinks of us. It sucks, I know, I get it." Resting my head on his shoulder, I've never felt so relieved.

"Look," he starts, letting go of my fingers to twirl my hair around his before placing his hand on my thigh. "This is all new to you, I'm used to it and I get that you're scared but I love you. That's all that matters. People are always going to have an opinion, whether they know you or not, the real you or not. That's just the way life works. However, we can go to dinner and look all cute and kick life's ass. But we do have to go now." He presses a kiss to my forehead as he stands.

Harry steps in front of me, holding his hand out, looking into my eyes with a humoured smile on his face, scrunching his nose up at me. "Come on, what's the worst that can happen?" he questions, tilting his head to the side as I sit on my hands, nervously. "People don't like me." He kneels down in front of me, resting his hands on my knees. "But I like you. Is that not worth something?" He ponders, his eyes glossing over as I look down. "The most," I answer his most likely rhetorical question, my eyes drifting up to his.

"Then, get off of your arse and let's go to fucking dinner," he speaks in a notably happier, less worried, teasing tone. I study his beautiful features as he returns to his feet, hand held out once again. I let out a sigh of satisfaction followed by a giggle of admiration for the tall, handsome man before taking his hand. "Yes, sir. Dinner it is." I say as he pulls me close into his side and we head out of the door, going downstairs and making our way to the highly anticipated and much talked about soiree.

[dazed-universe]

Right Down the Line.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

A spontaneous plan to watch the sunset on the beach becomes a whole lot steamier.

~ semi-public sex, riding ~

~

Harry and I are driving along Sorrento's coastline, his vintage car blasting nothing but 70's tunes ironically through an aux cord down the open, empty road. He looks out the window, slowing the car down a little, breathing in and out on time with the waves as the sun dances over them, creating the most beautiful scene before us, as if I'd taken my eyes off of him. His hand reaches for the volume without ever looking away, stuck in a tidal trance. "Let's go down, to the beach," he mumbles, stopping the car and turning to look at me.

He pulls into the next road as I nod, parking and quickly jumping out, heading for the boot. "What's the rush, slow down," I say, chuckling at his enthusiasm to get down there. He shuts it after grabbing the blankets left in there from our picnic a while ago. "The sun's going to set, I don't want to miss it." He explains, grabbing my hand and jogging across the road, watching out for cars and ducking under the parking gate. I stop before reaching it, just to annoy and tease him as he looks back, rolls his eyes and keeps jogging.

"I'm not waiting so you'd better get a move on!" he yells up the hill at me, peering over his shoulder, almost tripping over his own two feet making me laugh at him as he stops in embarrassment. "I thought you weren't waiting?" I question with a smirk as I catch up to him and he reaches for my hand. "Well, I missed you." He jokes with a small giggle, pulling me closer and walking us faster as the sun starts to disappear behind some clouds. He presses a kiss to my head before letting me go and turning the corner.

He runs ahead once again, as he slides into a cave-like spot we'd found a while ago, laying the blanket down and taking a seat as I reach his feet. He sits there, shirt unbuttoned, socks and shoes to the side with his phone in hand, putting on a playlist of his favourite songs. "Are you going to join me or just stand up all night?" he smiles, looking up at me and leaning back. I sit next to him, looking out at the ocean as he sits up again, moving my hair from my neck before softly kissing it.

"I was really hoping your shirt would be off by the time I got here but I guess that's fine too," I say with a pretend sigh as he follows, playfully gasping. "Well, I can't have you being disappointed on this very romantic getaway," he replies and as I look at him he gets onto his knees, seductively taking his shirt off before we both burst into laughter. "Fit, right?" he says as he leans towards me, my cheek in his hand. I nod as his lips meet mine and his arm rests over my shoulder, my head on his.

He holds me tighter as we sink down onto the blanket, his arm pulling out from behind me, placing his hand on my waist guiding me onto his hips, the kiss never breaking. He lifts my dress over my head, putting it over his shirt and kissing down my jaw, his hands sliding up and down my back as I pull away. He looks up at me with briefly apologetic eyes until my hands meet his stomach and I undo the buttons of his bell-bottom jeans, he lifts his hips up to remove them before flipping us over, kissing me again.

I run my hands through his hair and his head drops onto my chest with a sharp inhale and quiet moan, I kiss his head as he looks back up at me, into my eyes, nudging our noses together and smiling. "I love you." He whispers to the soundtrack of summer waves and Stevie Nicks, I whisper it back without missing a beat. He kisses me as his hands grab my face,  controlling the depth, chuckling each time I try to deepen it. "I want to try something." he breathes out before kneeling back on his feet.

I stand up as he grabs the other blanket, we'd thrown to the side for when it got cold, and wraps it around him before lifting up and taking his boxers off, wiggling his eyebrows at me and he puts them on top of my dress. "Your turn," he says, looking up at me with almost black eyes, lust seeping out from his soul. I look around outside the entrance of where we had settled, exhaling as I realize the beach is still empty and we're completely alone. I walk back over to where he is sitting, slipping my underwear off.

He sits with his legs stretching out, opening the blanket as I kneel over him, mine almost around his waist, wrapping it loosely around us as he kisses my neck, pulling me closer to him, my chest against his. "I just want you to feel good," he speaks softly into my shoulder, pushing my hair over to my back as my hands touch his chest, he looks up at me. "Kiss me." With my arms around his neck, I lean in, pressing my lips to his as he holds me securely, moaning into the rough yet sensual kiss.

I let one of my arms drop from his shoulders, my hand sliding down his chest as I reach his stomach,  I grasp onto him tighter with the arm still around him as I lift up onto my knees. Harry gasps, breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against mine as I line him up with my entrance, his head bowing into my chest as I sink down onto him, his arms clasped around my back, frozen almost. "I love you." his lips soundlessly sing for the second time this encounter as Harry Nilsson begins playing, creating the most perfect melody.

I start moving my hips up and down as he kisses me again, the waves a vision of the feeling inside me, the rhythm the same. The sun is halfway set now, casting a golden glow over Harry's skin making him look more beautiful than ever. I put my arm back around him, embracing him as tightly as I could as our bodies move in pure harmony. He moans into the kiss as his arms squeeze my waist, his chest rising and falling against mine until I begin softly bouncing on him, making his head rollback and a light giggle sounds.

I kiss down his jaw, trailing my lips down to his neck, taking the opportunity to give him a lovebite for a broken moan to accompany it. "Close, I'm close. Please don't stop," he mumbles through gasps and shivers. He glides his hands from my back to my hips as he takes control of our movements, pushing my hips deeper onto him, pulling me further off. I lay my head on my arms, letting a moan escape my lips and drift into his ear as he guides me through my orgasm,  making sure I came before he even thought about letting go.

He nudges his head against mine, I turn to look towards him as he kisses me passionately, his hands gripping onto my hips as if I was about to slip away with the tide. Our lips part as our cheeks collide and he breathes against me, releasing into me as a weak whine and a moan leave his mouth and we just sit there for a moment, holding each other, feeling each other and barely existing as Sweet Thang creeps into the atmosphere, almost as gentle as the waves, the beat coming in as Harry leans us back and sighs.

[dazed-universe]

Sweetness.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

A curious Harry wants to tend to your every need.

~ bondage, degradation, rough, one mention of daddy, oral ~

~

It's 8 pm, Harry and I are already in bed after a long day of doing nothing, watching our hands intertwine and drift apart over and over in the mirror hanging above. "Be honest," he breaks the silence. "So, sexually, you like everything I do, right?" he questions, turning to look down at me and moving my hair from my face.

"I do, I mean, there are other things I'd like but I do," I answer, looking back at him and grabbing his hand, running my fingers over his, my mind wondering. "Like what? We can do other things, this isn't some strictly vanilla relationship, tell me." we sit up, his eyes full of curiosity. "It doesn't matter, it's good." I look down.

He puts his finger under my chin, making me look into his eyes. "Tell me, what do you want?" A light chuckle leaves my mouth, out of a mix of awkwardness, anticipation, and arousal. "I want you to tie me up, I want you to call me a slut, I want you to wreck me." He smirks and tilts his head.

"I never thought you'd ask." he moves closer and starts kissing my neck, leaning me back down on the bed before heading towards the drawers that hold his, accessories, if you will. "One, two, three, four, do I need five or will you be quiet?" he asks, turning to me, revealing the ties in his hands. "Five" I whisper.

He nods, pulls out another, closes the draw and makes his way back over to the bed, standing over the end like a ghost from the worst nightmares, with the beauty of a dream. "Shall we begin?" he questions with a smile way too innocent for the activities unfolding. I stretch my legs toward him as he takes a tie in hand.

He trails it playfully over my leg in an attempt to be seductive, only broken by the giggle that leaves his mouth. He looks up at me, his eyes less emerald, more dangerous waters, his pupils blown. His breath hitches as he swallows and just like that, playtime is gone. No trace of innocence, a slither of humour, just pure lust.

He wraps the tie around the bedpost, making one knot before doing the same to my ankle, repeating on the other one and walking up this side of the bed, never breaking eye contact, not saying a word. His fingers run along my stomach to my chest before reaching my wrist and binding me to the headboard, at his mercy.

His eyes scan the room, a soft shine returning. "Where's a hairband?" he whispers, the caring side of him breaking through. "The dressing table." I breathe out, shakiness prominent in my words. He returns to me, taking a seat before tying my hair in a ponytail, just to be out of his way, before pressing a kiss to my lips.

The last tie in his hands, the wait over. "I love you, you want to stop, we stop. Yes?" I nod in understanding, getting a head tilt in return. "I asked a question, you're going to answer me." He orders, standing at my side, towering over me. "Yes, daddy." he reaches down, finishing the knot and placing it over my mouth.

He wonders slowly back towards the end of the bed, he reaches the middle and stops, standing there, crossing his arms, rocking his head back and forth, licking his lips. "You've never looked better," he says, a chuckle following. He kneels down onto the bed, placing his hand onto my thigh, his thumb stretching out to just glide over my clit.

He lays himself down between my legs, smirking at me as I try to clench my thighs. "This is what you wanted, right? To have nothing but what I give you? Listen to me, you want to get to the end of this, you're going to take it all, slut." With a moan stifled against the tie, my head falls back.

Harry presses a kiss above my clit as his hands wrap around my thighs, keeping himself steady. His eyes never looking away from me, wanting to gauge every little reaction, making mental notes of how to make me feel good and push me over the edge. His tongue starts moving up and down my slit as his nose bumps my clit.

I pull at the ties, feeling the impossible need to run my hands through his hair and make him go deeper as he smirks against me. "Patience." He mumbles, breathing over where I crave him, whimpers being my only response. Hunger coursing through his veins, he grinds against the bed as it becomes obvious his desire is as strong as mine.

His lips tug at my clit before one hand falls from my thigh, making its way under him and between my legs. "First one." he lists, looking at me, knowing how fast and how close he could get me to cumming. His middle finger runs up and down slowly, he blushes slightly at how wet I am before pressing into me.

His tongue starts flicking my clit, matching the speed of my heartbeat, as he curls his finger up before pulling it out and entering a second with it. I look past his head to see his hips squirming, looking for friction, turning me on even more. His fingers speed up just as he presses his tongue inside, making me let go.

He rests his head on my stomach, letting me come down whilst whining, moaning and pulling against the ties, he tries to recollect himself and avoid cumming anywhere but inside of me. He pulls himself off of the bed and walks up to this end, taking the tie off of my mouth, grabbing my face and looking into my eyes.

"Suck." He presses his fingers into my open mouth deeper and deeper until my lips are around his faintly red knuckles, careful not to make me gag on them. He moves his hand gently from side to side as a smirk spreads across his face. "You weren't kidding about wanting to be wrecked, huh?" he thinks aloud, kissing my forehead lightly.

His finger reaching up and wiping a tear away from my eye before it could fall as they close, he pulls his fingers from my mouth, placing his hand on my cheek. "You okay? You want to keep going?" he checks, his love for me dominating the lust. My eyes wide, I look up and remember his rule. "I do, daddy."

He returns to the end of the bed, untying my legs just so he can fuck me easier, and he loves when I wrap my legs around his waist because I need him deeper but he would never tell me that. He slides his boxers down slowly over his thighs, watching my patience grow thinner and thinner before they drop.

He presses his hands to my knees and pulls my legs apart, crawling up the bed. He grabs my thighs, putting them over his as I pull him closer. "Calm down, I'm right here, okay?" He leans over my body, kissing up my neck until he reaches my lips. "I love you." He whispers against my lips before kissing me again.

He sits back against his heels, running his hands over my thighs and up my hips, wanting to tease me for as long as he could. "Please, I can't take it anymore. Daddy, please." He looks up at me, his face, full of pride and amusement that is quickly covered with need. "You have to tell me what you want, slut."

He lines himself up, ready for my word, eager for my word. "You. I want you." He pushes in slowly, wanting me to feel him, every inch, every vein, every need. I let out a moan as I feel our hips meet, his skin on mine yet out of touch. He grips onto my thighs as he pulls out of me.

He finally starts thrusting with a rhythm, over leading me on, needing to let go. Slowly and gently out as he thrusts in rough and fast, hitting every spot he needs to feel me crumble beneath him. My thighs clench around his waist as he lets out a moan, his head dropping forward. The want to touch him becoming overwhelming.

He takes a few deep breaths before thinking through his actions. "Turn over," he says, almost inaudible. I look at him, puzzled. "I said turn over, find a way." He pulls away from me as I turn onto my stomach, my arms crossed above me. He grabs my hips, leveling them with his as he enters me again and moans.

His hand trails up my back, resting on my shoulder before twisting my ponytail around his hand and pulling my hair, making me whimper his name. "Say it again." I moan it louder as he speeds up and throws his head back. "Cum for me." the only three words I'd needed to hear. I moan into the pillow as I cum for him.

He wraps his arms around my waist and leans against my back as he lets go, his whimpers against my skin. He kisses between my shoulder blades and my neck before reaching his hands round to untie my wrists and pulling out, laying down next to me, pulling me close to him. He intertwines our fingers before looking at me in the mirror, smiling softly before drifting to sleep.

[dazed-universe]

You’re the devil, woman.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry’s fantasies become a reality.

~ bondage, blowjob, desperate Harry ~

~

"You have got to be kidding me. I didn't think you'd actually want to tie me up." Harry says, sitting on the edge of the bed whilst playing with the ends of the ropes next to him. I walk towards him, sitting myself down on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek.

"You said, and I quote 'I'd love to get tied up', why would I not give you exactly what you want? Besides, it could be fun." I tease, getting up and walking round to the other side of the bed, his back facing me whilst I take off his shirt I had been wearing to hide the new underwear I bought.

"So, you're taking control tonight?" he questions with a smirk, turning to face me as it drops before catching his bottom lip in his mouth. "Come here, I want to touch you." leaning back, wanting me to take my previous seat, tilting his head as I shake mine, holding back a giggle as he tries to grab my hand.

He pulls me in by the waist as I go to walk back around him, kissing my neck as my hands pull on his hair, making him lean back into them. He looks me in the eyes as he lays down and rests his hands above his head, his curls covering his forehead, the mess almost in his eyes. "Use me."

I kneel on the end of the bed as I pull his boxers down, the only thing he'd been wearing this whole time, he moans from the sudden loss of restraint, finally. I slide back off, taking one of the ropes he'd been playing with earlier and tying one end around the bedpost and the other tight around his ankle.

After tying up his other leg, I crawl back onto him, purposefully making sure to brush over his cock with the inside of my thigh, making his arms come down and his hands grab my waist. I cover his hands with mine before pushing them back above his head, kissing him in the process, trailing the rope along over chest.

I tie his hands together, making him bound to the headboard as he watches through his hair, curling more as he's covered with a thin layer of sweat, turned on and almost panting. He looks up at me as I sit back against his stomach, so close yet so far away from where he needs me. "Please. Please just touch me."

I lean down and kiss his neck, grazing over his sweet spot with my teeth, just enough for him to feel it but not enough to leave a mark, knowing he has a show tomorrow. His head, against the pillow as his eyes close gently, falling into a state of bliss, cherishing the moment of being mine, being nowhere but here.

I hop off of the bed, hearing a groan of defeat as he realizes this is going to be a long night. I kiss his chest, running my fingers down his stomach and following them with my lips, once again avoiding the one place he craves me, going straight to his thighs before leaving a love bite and earning a moan.

I sit between his legs as I hear his breathing speed up, watching his head fall back again as his mouth hangs open, swallowing in anticipation every few seconds before his tongue wets his lips. I place my hands on his hips, slowly lowering my head as a smirk creeps onto his face, feeling my breath against his cock.

I press my lips against his tip, a light kiss as my hand wraps around the base, giving him the attention he desperately needed. I move my lips away as he moans at the loss of contact, thinking that was it and that the teasing would continue. I take him further in my mouth as he lets out a loud moan.

Now is the time when Harry would usually put his hands in my hair and push me down, getting what he needs from me. He tries bucking his hips, not getting much impact from being tied up at both ends. "More. Please. Please give me more. I need you, please." he whispers out, too turned on to form a sentence properly.

I look up at him, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes squeezed shut and his lip between his teeth, trying to calm himself, hands clenching at the reminder that he's helpless, he has no control over anything. I take him deeper, feeling a little bad for putting him through the upcoming denial.

I keep sucking his dick, coming off every so often to tease him with my hand and tongue, going from the tip to the base to his balls to nothing, just to start all over again and each time hearing the same gasps, the moans, the pleading. His legs tensing a little as I take him back down, he's getting close.

"Baby, fuck. I'm so close, please. I'm almost there, don't stop. Please don't stop." I remove my mouth from him and place his tip against my lips whilst moving my hand still as if I'm ready for him to let go. I press another kiss to him before standing up, the room flooding with a flurry of nos, pleases and whines.

I sit on his stomach again, a little further back this time, enough for him to feel me. He sighs, and lays his head back, giving in, his eyes welling up before his lip wobbles and his eyes close. I lean down and kiss him whispering a few I love you's to his lips and resting my forehead against his.

"I need you. I need you so bad. I can't," He chokes on his words, sighing again, opening his eyes and looking at me. "I can't do this anymore. Fuck me, please just fuck me. Take me, I need you." I get off of him, his only response being a light sob, truly and utterly used. His head falling back again.

I untie his ankles and return to my position on his crotch before stretching up and removing the rope from his wrists. "Oh, thank God". His hands immediately reaching for my face to pull me in for a heavy kiss. "Fuck. Please." I move my hand between us, lining him up before sinking down slowly, taking him in all the way.

He sits up, leaning against the headboard with his arms around my waist as I sit on his lap, mine around his neck. He kisses my neck as I start moving my hips, moaning into it, his instantly matching mine in a need to be as deep as he can. He throws his head back, moaning as I speed up.

He grabs onto my hips, controlling them, making the thrusts slow and hard. He kisses my lips and groans, already close from the previous twenty minutes of teasing. "I'm gonna cum, fuck. Oh yeah, just like that." He snakes his hands to my hair, intensifying the kiss as I feel myself coming undone, clenching around him, him cumming just seconds later.

He lets out a chuckle as we sit there, holding each other, kissing and gasping before he lays us down and pulls me close, bringing the covers up around us, looking up to the ceiling. My head's against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, still going fast. "I mean, that was definitely fun." I giggle at his words. "Your turn next."

[dazed-universe]

The Less I Know The Better.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Your return home has Harry overly eager at dinner.

~ public orgasm, fingering ~

~

Harry has officially signed another 3 album recording contract with Jeff so it was only right the four of us went out to celebrate. We are currently out for dinner at a quiet, little, hidden restaurant in SoHo, bottomless drinks and a four-course meal seem to be enough for the guys so who are Glenne and I to disagree?

Harry has been smiling and laughing all night, he's truly happy. Whether it's because I'm back or he gets to continue doing his own thing for a little while longer, I'll have to ask. "A toast, to Styles, a man of many talents," Jeff says, yells more like, raising a glass as the waiters come over, waiting on the refills.

"I'm really glad that you're home," Harry whispers into my ear, kissing me just below, on my neck as his hand rests on my thigh under the table. That's all I think of it. Looking towards him, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Me too, I missed you, a lot." We smile at each other as he kisses me again.

The food finally arrives, sobering everyone up a little, there's something calming about the buzz in the air or Harry's fingers running up and down the outside of my thigh, tugging my dress down slightly. He removes his hand from below the table to drink, I suddenly feel cold, empty, I miss him even though he's right next to me.

The food doesn't take long to finish with the small but expensive portions and whatnot so the conversation is happening quickly again but this time, I'm the center of the questions. Jeff quizzing me on how work is going, Glenne on how Harry's and my relationship is working out if he's treating me well. The usual questions asked by one's parents.

Jeff begins talking about him and Glenne and something about a holiday, I would pay more attention if I hadn't just seen Harry trying to sneak his hand back under the table, hoping he's just sorting out the tablecloth or something stupid. I feel the warmth of his hand ghost back over my thigh. This cannot be actually fucking happening.

"Harry, your boss is literally sitting opposite us, don't." He looks at me with a puzzled look on his face, acting as though it was simply an innocent gesture, maybe it was. I turn back to listen to Jeff finishing the story he was telling as I feel Harry's hand getting higher and higher up my thigh, over the inside.

I feel a blush creep onto my face, not having the effort to tell him to stop, or the want. However, when Glenne begins to question me again, I more or less immediately regret that decision. "One second," I say as I take a sip of water, playing as though I've got a sore throat, hopefully minimizing the future conversation.

I feel Harry's fingers brush over my clit from the outside of my underwear, causing me to cough into the water. "Are you okay? Do you want to go?" Jeff asks I think with genuine concern but before I could answer, my overly, sexually charged boyfriend butts in. "She's fine, her throat's been getting a little scratchy, the weather probably."

I smile at them sympathetically, silently praying they get the message, they do. They continue talking about some shows they attended and clients they'd booked over the past year or so, interesting Harry more than I on the grounds of it's his job. You finally start thinking he's over his little game when I feel him pull my underwear aside.

I clench my thighs in an attempt to save us both the embarrassment of me cumming loudly in a restaurant. He starts rubbing my clit, running his finger up and down my slit, making sure I stay wet for him. Him knowing how much this is turning me on is definitely a disadvantage, no matter how much I'm enjoying it.

He keeps rubbing until I'm grabbing at his hand in a desperate attempt of not orgasming in front of friends and business partners, my eyes tearing up a little when I realize that's what he wants me to do and he won't stop until I do. I wrap my arms tightly around his and rest my head onto his shoulder.

"Are you sure she's okay? Maybe you should take her home." Glenne suggests to him, only driving him more. He runs his fingers through my hair with his other hand before pressing a kiss to my head. "She's just tired, a lot of late nights, you know that." They believe him, again. They pour me another glass of ice water.

Harry starts talking about tour plans, still playing with my clit under the table in the middle of a high-end restaurant, his boss and girlfriend are still completely oblivious. As he gets more in-depth about venues, set-lists and such, he gets more in-depth with me. He runs his fingers down, getting them covered, preparing himself and me.

He presses his finger into my hole, making me whine into his arm as he presses another kiss to my head, passing it off as me getting irritated from exhaustion. Bullshit. He begins moving his finger in and out of me, curling it, touching me where I need him most, just not with enough pressure or size. I need another.

He pulls his finger out only to plunge it back in seconds later, his middle finger joining, going as deep as his rings, the cold metal up against my slit, making me wetter, I'm sure it's leaking onto the chair. He holds his fingers against my g-spot, applying slight pressure, I bite into his shoulder to stop the moans.

Jeff and Glenne call for the bill, worried that I'm going to pass out in the restaurant, Harry, now on a time limit to get me off, starts finger fucking me as discreetly as he can, flicking his wrist to touch me in all the right places. He looks at me with fake concern, placing his hand over my stomach only to secretly sneak it down, he begins rubbing my clit fast and hard, knowing that I'm so fucking close.

"Cum for me, now, or you're not cumming for hours." He whispers into my ear, pressing a kiss to my cheek, keeping up the caring boyfriend act even though it's completely his fault I'm a writhing, moaning mess. I feel the warmth rising in my stomach as he speeds up both hands, bringing me closer to the edge. I lay my head in his chest as I feel myself let go, cumming in front of at least 200 complete strangers.

[dazed-universe]

Love Is A Dog From Hell.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry’s overwhelming love of a certain Bukowski poems acts as a good bedroom guide.

~ light oral, rough ~

~

I arrived at Harry's a little before he gets home from the studio. I've been sitting in his bed for around 30 minutes reading the copy of Love Is A Dog From Hell that he keeps in the drawer next to his bed, granted, I'd been skipping through and reading my favourite poems. I hear him close the door downstairs. Harry isn't the biggest fan of people touching his things and not wanting to be annoying I try and put Bukowski's book back before he's none the wiser. I close the drawer once again but not before a voice appears in the doorway. "What are you doing?" He questions me, leaning his body against the frame, slightly shorter.

"I was waiting for you to get home, I started reading," I reply, not knowing whether he had a good day or terrible one, nervous of the outcome. He nods, removing his shirt. "Love Is A Dog From Hell?" He takes a seat on the end of the bed, looking at me intensely and then to the drawer the book is in. "Take it back out and open it up, page 18, read it to me." I don't know whether I'm annoyed that this is the first conversation we're having or impressed about the fact that he knows Bukowski's poems by the page, I think I'll go for the latter. "The 6 Foot Goddess." I read aloud, he hums, rubbing my leg.

He urges me to continue, running his hand up to my thigh, kisses following where he'd just touched. I swallow, having read this not even 20 minutes before. "I'm big, I suppose that's why my women always seem small," he grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed, closer to him, making me giggle. He definitely is bigger than me. "Keep going," he says, seizing action, removing his hands, lips, everything from my body. I look at him and sigh. "But this 6 foot goddess," he chuckles. "5 foot something, more like." I blush and continue.

"Who deals in real estate and art and flies from Texas to see me," he stands up, closing the door of an empty house. "And I fly to Texas to see her, well, there's plenty of her to grab hold of," he pulls me up by the waist, making me squeal in shock at the sudden movement, turning me around before lowering me back onto the bed, bent over. He traces his hands everywhere and presses a kiss to my back. "Keep reading." He says. "And I grab hold of it, of her," he squeezes at my thighs, my ass before he removes his boxers from me that I'd been wearing as shorts since I arrived. He then takes my hair out of the bun I'd put it in, still tracing one hand from my back to my ass. "Did I say stop?" He smirks.

"Actually, wait a second." He lays on the bed, a few centimeters shy of my side, he taps his chest and nods for me to perch upon it, like a dog to its owner's lap, I comply. He traces his hands up my shoulders as I read again. "I yank her head back by the hair," he does that exactly. I moan, the situation settling in, I'm not just reading Bukowski, he's being the words, getting off on the filthiness of his writing, he pauses, pulling me down to kiss him, hungrily, dirtily, like a craving, the last meal. He sucks on my upper lip, forcing his tongue into my mouth, running both his hands down to my waist. "Keep going." He stops kissing me, he leans back against the pillows and pulls me further up his chest, my pussy now almost against his chin, I could feel his breath ghosting over me. He looks up. "I'm real macho, I suck on her upper lip," I feel his lips against my stomach, traveling down as he pulls me up.

His tongue dances over my slit as he taps my thigh. "Her cunt," I moan out as he presses his tongue deeper. "Her soul," he kisses my clit and pulls me off, laying me down next to me, climbing onto me, hovering over me. "I mount her and tell her." I pull the book down and look in his eyes. He smirks at me, running his hand up my chest, I don't know when he had taken off my shirt but it was now perched over the chair by the window. He rests his hand over my neck before leaning down with a light squeeze, looking into my eyes. "I'm going to shoot hot white juice into you." He quotes. The goosebumps cover me like a wave as he takes the book from my hands, laying it back in the same drawer before kissing me again, the force, intensity, and fire feels like enough to make the whole world burst into flames. He stands once again, removing his trousers and boxers making me aware I'd be the only naked one.

His hands travel all the way up to my hair, his lips following closely behind, his skin moving against mine as he presses a kiss to my neck, leaving a love bite. "Always mine." He rests his hand under my thigh, pulling my leg up against his side, his arm now linking with my leg, kissing my lips once again. He removes his other hand from the back of my head, letting me lean back against the pillow properly, lacking the warmth his body exudes. He grabs his cock, rubbing it against me a few times before pushing the head in, being slow and gentle, no matter how fast he wants to go, knowing that's the price of being big.

He presses his hips to mine, as close to and as deep in me as he could ever be, his hand glides from my thigh down to my ankle, pulling it up to his shoulder, needing to be deeper. "Harry," I whimper, he looks up at me, away from where we're joined with concern. "Kiss me, please, kiss me, please" He brings his hand back up to my neck as he kisses me with the same passion Bukowski writes about, a lust for that connection, a yearning for that bodily bond. He removes his lips from mine, attaching them to my neck before pulling out ever so slow, burning me, enticing me deeper, to follow him, my head falls back. He pushes in, fast, fuelling the fire inside of both of us with such simple yet powerful movements. He rests his head on my chest, turning to the side and tracing over my nipple with his tongue, giving all his energy to the thrusts he's delivering, a quiet moan leaving his mouth with each one, a song to my ears.

He keeps a rhythm of pulling out slow and ramming into me for at least 15 minutes, getting louder and louder and louder, now kissing me to stop himself groaning 2 seconds. "Harry, please, baby, please, I need, I need to cum." I moan against his lips as he speeds up not even a second later, searching for that release. "Cum for me, now. Cum with me." He presses one more kiss to my neck as I let go, falling into the abyss I'd been tip-toeing around. I feel him release into me immediately after, his "hot, white juice", as Bukowski said, filling me up. He pulls out and lays beside me, kissing my shoulder, hand on my waist.

I turn, my back against his chest as he intertwines our legs, grabbing my hand before pressing a kiss to my knuckles and laying them both beside my head on the pillow. There is something so beautiful and calming about feeling every single part of him up against me, tangling into me. "I love you." He whispers into my hair as he falls away.

[dazed-universe]

Got To Get You Into My Life.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry’s newfound exploration takes you by surprise... happily.

~ weed, high sex, semi-desperate Harry ~

~

Harry's house in Los Angeles is such an amazing place to hang out, the way it's so open yet so private, secluded, us. His bedroom looks out onto the city, it's so wonderful at night, we sometimes sit on his bed for hours on end just staring out into the world, talking about anything and everything, not even making any sense.

We're in the living room watching a tv show, at least 20 years old with the worst jokes in history that of course emit a giggle from Harry every single time. The door buzzes as Harry gets up, he opens it to a delivery, I get drinks for the both of us, looking out as I head to the kitchen.

I hear him say goodbye and close the door before he walks into the kitchen, putting the box he'd been given on the counter. "What's that?" I ask only for it to be answered with a smirk. "Let's go upstairs." He says before leaving the room, grabbing the glass of water I'd poured for him, leading me upstairs with him.

We sit on the bed as he laughs and pulls the box onto his lap. "So, I was with Jeff and we were doing something that was fun and I thought you would enjoy. I also thought it may be fun to work into something else. But don't get mad, okay?" He opens the box and my jaw drops.

"Are you serious? You want to get high and fuck?" I honestly never would've expected this from Harry but here we are. "Or eat dinner, watch tv, anything. It's just fun. There are 14 joints, you smoke one, you never want to do it again, that's fine. It's just an idea, a proposition." I search his eyes for a sign of worry.

Harry opens the box, removing the wrapper from one of the packets before taking a joint out and grabbing the lighter from the bedside table. He looks up at me, his eyes wide with anticipation and excitement. "One hit. That's all you have to do, I promise." He places it between his teeth before lighting the end of it up.

He inhales, leaning back against the headboard and grabbing my hand, pulling me to sit on his lap. I feel his hand on my neck, bringing me lips closer to his, I close my eyes and cave. "Suck." He blows the smoke out as I suck it into mine, his hand pulling at my hair a little, getting him harder.

I feel his cock up against the back of my thigh as he takes another hit, I grind down and he tries not to moan, not wanting to waste any of the weed. He blows out to the side before looking into my eyes, I kiss him again, he was right, as always. This was more fun than I thought.

He holds the joint up to my lips, placing his over the other end and we both inhale, he squeezes my ass as I grind down on him again, this time not stopping and pressing down harder each time. He puts the blunt in my mouth before grabbing my hips, holding me against him as he lays down and chuckles.

"Give it to me." I take another hit and mirror his shotgun from the first, leaning down to kiss him, he takes it from my hand as I reach down, undoing his sweats, pre-cum leaking through the grey pants. He takes another hit before removing them himself and pulling me onto his crotch, needing something, needing anything, needing me.

He snakes his hands from my hip to my neck, guiding me back to his lips, kissing me lazily, the weed taking effect on him. He pulls my shirt over my head, immediately connecting his lips to mine the second it was gone, putting his hands back on hips and running his tongue over my lips and into my mouth.

He sits up again, kneeling in the middle of the bed as he lays me down, he pulls my underwear down, following them with kisses as he tosses them to the floor. He leans back on his feet before guiding me onto his lap, one arm around my waist, the other keeping himself steading as I slide down onto him.

He slows grinds his hips to mine, closing his eyes from either pleasure or the amount of smoke in the room. He removes his hand from my waist as I place mine over his shoulders, around his neck, keeping a steady rhythm, grabbing the joint from the ashtray on the table, taking another hit as he rolls his hips up.

Harry places it between my lips once again, fucking into me a little harder as I inhale, trying to make me moan and giggles as he succeeds. He takes a hit and puts the joint out before pulling me down for a kiss, the smoke fading between our lips. He sits up more and puts both hands on my waist.

He leans his head back as he speeds up his thrusts, making my hips match him as he takes control of me. He lets out a moan as I tighten around him, getting closer, he slaps the back of my thigh. "Don't even think about cumming yet. Wait for me." keeping my hips at one speed, dragging it all out.

I lean down and press a kiss to his neck before leaving a love bite, moaning into him as his hips jerk at the contact. I run my hands through his hair, pulling as he does to me as he lets out a groan. "Baby, please. I don't want to cum yet." He says as he leans for a kiss.

"Harry, I'm close, please, I need you." I moan against his lips, taking advantage of the fact that his hands were no longer holding me to his pace, speeding up and starting to bounce on his cock. He throws his head back as a string of profanities and deep breaths leave his mouth. His eyes close tightly, he's getting closer.

"Fuck, okay, okay, you win. I'll cum, please just slow down, I can't, I-, fuck," his mind clouded with arousal and a need to get off. I press my lips against his ear as I slow down, rocking my hips at a perfect pace, dragging myself up his leaking cock, feeling him making me wetter than I already had been.

"Cum for me, you need to, I know you need to." His head falling against my chest in complete bliss from the high of the weed and the rising tension in his stomach. I lay my head on his shoulder, riding him into oblivion. I moan and clench around him as he grabs onto my hips once again, controlling me.

He keeps my pace, slamming me down and dragging me up slowly, torturing himself on the need to cum and the denial of doing so. I pull his hair again, tightening and stopping the motions, letting go, moaning in his ear. He follows with a whine, jerking his hips, filling me up, finally feeling the release and himself running back down.

[dazed-universe]

Masterlist

DO NOT REPOST. ALL PIECES BELOW WERE WRITTEN BY ME.

Please don’t be afraid to send prompts. I’m always looking for new ideas. <3

One Shots

And So I Know.

Home is where the heart is.

The Long Day Is Over.

Your first public outing with Harry has raised some nerves between the two of you.

Cauldrons and Kisses,

Harry hosts a Halloween party and you turn up in an outfit to match.

Smut One Shots

Hard Shoulder. *

You get a little impatient for alone time on the ride home.

~ car sex, semi-dom Harry ~

Heaven.*

Harry’s post-show adrenaline gets him excited in more ways than one.

~ masturbation, slight teasing ~

Got To Get You Into My Life.*

Harry’s newfound exploration takes you by surprise… happily.

~ weed, high sex, semi-desperate Harry ~

Love Is A Dog From Hell.*

Harry’s overwhelming love of a certain Bukowski poem acts as a good bedroom guide.

~ light oral, rough ~

The Less I Know The Better.*

Your return home has Harry overly eager at dinner.

~ public orgasm, fingering ~

You’re the devil, woman.*

Harry’s fantasies become a reality.

~ bondage, blowjob, desperate Harry ~

Sweetness.*

A curious Harry wants to tend to your every need.

~ bondage, degradation, rough, one mention of daddy, oral ~

Right Down the Line.*

A spontaneous plan to watch the sunset on the beach becomes a whole lot steamier.

~ semi-public sex, riding ~

Little Woman Love*

Harry’s holiday stubble proves to not only be a good look but an incredible feeling.

~ oral, fingering, dom Harry ~

There’s A Space Between Us.*

Harry comes home from tour and missed you way too much to leave.

~ sex, cockwarming ~

Never Coming Back Down.*

There’s only so much teasing a boy can take.

~ public teasing, rough Harry, choking, slight daddy kink, watching in a mirror?? ~

Living In The Sin.*

Harry’s mystery moves leave you both begging for more.

~ fingering, squirting, semi-dom but desperate Harry ~

Cauldrons and Kisses. ii.*

Matching leather and lace outfits cause things to get a little more heated than expected.

~ semi-rough Harry, blowjob, face-fucking??, swallowing, slight masturbation, riding ~

Now the pain is my pleasure...*

“Have you ever been in handcuffs?” 

“Yes.”

~ handcuffed Harry, blowjob, riding, pain kink, submissive Harry, desperate Harry, slight overstimulation ~

Revolution.* 

Business in Harry’s world is booming, his mind is consumed, but he always has time to show you who’s boss...

~ dom Harry, bondage, tied up w a tie, he’s wearing lipstick??, oral, slight edging I guess?? ~

Blurbs

Kissing Harry.