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the hot-for-teacher fantasy (ta!harry x student!y/n)**

summary: when y/n discovers her charming, handsome college teaching assistant harry styles is also a porn star, it awakens intense lust and longing. one day, harry calls her for a private study session. she wonders what he'll teach her, oblivious that harry knows everything.

words: 4k+

warnings: flirting, fluff, smut. p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, kissing, dirty talk, creampie.

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Y/N tried hard not to stare at her extremely good-looking teaching assistant during her Friday college lecture. But Harry Styles was just so hot, with his messy brown curls, bright green eyes, and perfect smile. His tight polo shirt clung to his muscular chest and shoulders. Y/N had to look away before she started imagining what he looked like without his shirt on.

"Girl, you're drooling again," her friend Liz teased in a whisper, nudging her.

Y/N blushed. "No, I'm not!"

Lately, she couldn't stop thinking dirty thoughts about the charming TA. His deep voice and confidence made it impossible for her to focus. There was something really familiar about Harry too, but she couldn't figure out what.

During the break, Harry passed back their graded essays. Y/N's breath caught when he got to her row.

"Nice work on this one," he rumbled, handing her the papers with a crooked grin and letting his fingers brush hers.

"T-thanks," she stammered, flustered by his touch and scent.

After class, Y/N rushed out, head spinning. Harry was just too much for her self-control sometimes. His flirty vibe and hints of his ripped body under his clothes made her imagination go wild.

Later that night, Y/N was scrolling online when she saw a weird tweet from her friend.

"'Who knew our former classmate had such an unexpected second career?'" she read out loud. "What does that mean?"

Curious, she clicked the link...and her jaw dropped. Short video clips played of a VERY naked Harry, putting on an X-rated show! He slowly stroked himself while staring intensely at the camera.

Y/N watched with wide eyes, feeling heated. So THAT'S why Harry seemed so familiar - he was a porn star!

For the next few weeks, Y/N tried to act normal around Harry in class while secretly reeling over his shocking second job. Every time he handed back papers or leaned across her desk, new fantasies popped into her mind of him in those porn videos.

Flashes of Harry's chiseled body and sexy pouts made Y/N shift in her seat, growing wet. She started touching herself at night while rewatching his videos, wishing his large hands were on her instead of himself.

"Hey, everything okay?" Harry asked after catching Y/N spacing out for the third time that lecture. "You seem...distracted."

Y/N snapped out of her daze, cheeks burning.

"What? Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a little out of it today."

Harry's brow furrowed, but he let it go and continued his notes. Y/N scolded herself - she needed to be more careful or he'd suspect something!

The semester continued torturously, with Y/N longing for the sweet yet filthy TA. She devoured every new porn clip, imagining his deep groans were because of her. Harry remained perfectly charming and professional, driving Y/N crazy.

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One evening, he asked Y/N to stay after for help studying. Her heart pounded as they were finally alone together. Harry was dressed casually in a soft t-shirt that clung to his biceps and tight jeans that left little to the imagination.

"So, what did you need help with?" Y/N asked, trying not to stare at the bulge in his crotch.

"Actually..." Harry shut the classroom door and turned to face her with a smirk. "I know what you've been up to."

Y/N paled. "W-what do you mean?"

In one swift move, Harry crowded her against the wall, hands braced on either side of her head.

"I mean, I know you've seen my...other job," he breathed, leaning so close she could smell his sandalwood cologne. "Judging by how distracted you've been, you must be a fan.I know what you've been up to," Harry said, his voice low. "In fact, I have proof."

Y/N felt her face flush. What could he possibly know? She racked her brain but came up empty.

Harry reached into his bag and pulled out Y/N's notebook from class. He flipped through the pages until he landed on one with "H ❤️" scribbled in the margins.

"This looks an awful lot like the little doodles I've seen pop up in the chat during my streams," he said with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N's heart pounded. He knew about her watching his porn! She opened her mouth to protest, but Harry cut her off by capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

"Wanted to do this for ages," Harry growled between heated kisses down her neck. "Could feel you eye-fucking me every class."

"Harry..." she gasped as he palmed her breast. This had to be a dream!

Y/N instantly melted against him, whimpering into his mouth. They kissed hungrily, all the pent-up tension finally unleashing.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he groaned against her racing pulse in that smoky, ruined timbre that immediately flooded her core with fresh arousal. "Been driving me mad, pretty girl. Had to have you."

She had spent countless nights alone getting herself off to the fantasy of Harry - the casual acquaintance turned porn star she had established an embarrassingly strong fixation on. In those frenzied moments of pleasure chasing, her imagination had run wild with what it might feel like to have his large hands on her, to experience his undivided intensity and passion in the flesh.

But nothing could've prepared her for the reality. For this soft, reverent side of him she never could've pictured behind that dirty-mouthed and cocky boldness of his videos. Harry was watching her with those mossy green eyes, hooded but shining, his warm gaze flickering over her flushed face like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N traced her fingertips over the sharp jut of his cheekbones, down the carved column of his throat, savouring the tickle of his rough stubble. She wanted to bottle the rich, woodsy scent of his cologne and sweat, to keep this moment perfectly preserved somehow. This exact pocket in time when Harry was focused solely on her, that made her heart swell and thighs quiver.

When she nodded mutely in response to his question, Harry leaned in to capture her lips in a slow, searing kiss. One large palm cradled the back of her skull, tilting her head for the perfect angle to lick into her mouth with slow and soft sweeps of his tongue. The other hand splayed over her ribs, fingertips trailing up to graze the underside of her breast, each pass lighting tiny sparks across her sensitive skin.

A soft keen parted Y/N's lips when Harry finally palmed her fully, the rough pads of his fingers finding her peaked nipple. His mouth instantly set to work soothing her desperate whimpers with deeper, more heated sweeps of his tongue. He continued paying homage to her breasts with laving kisses until she was writhing and panting.

"So pretty," murmured that devastatingly deep rumble. "So fucking soft and perfect for me, love."

Harry punctuated the dark praise with a sharp nip to the upper swell of one breast, soothing away the faint sting with rich swirls of his talented tongue. Y/N's back arched involuntarily, a strangled moan shuddering from her chest as the flare of pleasure echoed all the way to her clenching core which was already throbbing with need.

She grabbed at Harry's broad shoulders, tugging to seek out more delicious friction. But he seemed determined to drag this out as long as possible - their position putting her at his command as he mapped every inch of her squirming form in unhurried exploration.

His talented mouth continued blazing an open-mouthed path down her sternum, across the quivering plane of her belly, all while his callused palms held her hips in a firm, grounding hold. When his lips finally met the juncture of her parted thighs, Y/N let out a garbled keen, head thrashing against the hard floor.

Harry shushed her gently, nuzzling against her damp curls as his huge hands anchored her bucking hips in place.

"I've got you, sweetheart," he rumbled, hot breath ghosting over her sensitized flesh and dragging a desperate whine from her chest. "Be a good girl and let me take care of my pretty girl, okay?"

Y/N's chest felt fit to burst from the tangled storm of arousal, tenderness, and pure longing that seemingly came out of nowhere at Harry's husked promise to "take care of her properly."

She couldn't find the brainpower to formulate any response beyond a punched-out mewl, utterly spellbound already by the wicked promise in Harry's voice. She lay pliant and trembling as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, fully exposing her to the hot sweep of his piercing stare and the first scorching lap of his tongue against her aching slit.

What followed was a hazy, blissed-out oblivion of sensation as Harry set to work devouring her with so much focus. Focus she had only seen on him when he was in deep, grading papers. There were no more teasing licks or tantalizing nibbles - he dove in with determination, sucking at her slick folds and swirling his tongue in swirls around her throbbing bundle of nerves until Y/N was writhing and sobbing out his name like a prayer.

Her fingers twisted in those sweat-soaked chestnut curls, tugging and desperate for an anchor as the exquisite wash of sensation threatened to unravel her completely. Every breathless whine and whimper was duly rewarded with another purposeful flick of Harry's talented tongue, coaxing her higher and higher.

He lapped at her clit, one digit opening her quivering entrance to his assault. He pushed them in, while she arched her back, giving him a deeper angle. Wet noises erupted from between her legs, his two fingers perfectly anchoring inside, swiping against her sweet spot that had her whimpering like a muse.

He fucked his fingers in and out of her, the thick nerves on his arms seeming to be erupting to life. The same hands that she had imagined about, were now inside her cunt, wet and warm with how wet she was.

His other hand joined the slick heat of his mouth, cupping and kneading her bucking hips with possessive surety, it finally pushed her over the blissful edge. Y/N's whole body convulsed as her climax detonated with blinding intensity, keening gasps punched from her chest again and again on each bottomless wave of pleasure.

Through the whiteout ecstasy, she felt her hips being released. Then, powerful arms were scooping her up against Harry's solid chest, enveloping her entirely as aftershock tremors kept rippling through her frame. Her cries were instantly muffled as he kissed her, her taste lingering in their mouths as she drank him in.

"That's my girl," Harry praised, his voice almost low and aching with want. "So fucking gorgeous falling apart on my tongue like that, sweetheart."

Y/N could only whimper helplessly in response and manoeuvred herself closer to his sweat-slicked torso, shuddering at the raspiness of his voice. Large palms stroked soothingly up and down her back as she slowly came back to earth and rejoined gravity.

One calloused thumb caught a stray tear she hadn't even realised fell, swiping it away with tenderness. The gentle gesture finally focused Y/N's senses enough to really look up at Harry - and what she saw stole the breath from her lungs all over again.

His green eyes were molten and hooded, swirling with naked want but also something more profound. Harry gazed down at her with such adoration and protectiveness that another sob rose in her tight throat, heart spasming almost painfully.

"You're so beautiful," he rasped out. One large palm cradled the back of her skull as his lips found her swollen and panting mouth in a deep, searching kiss. "So fucking strong and brilliant and incredible. I've wanted you for so damn long, Y/N. Please let me..."

Y/N couldn't formulate a coherent reply. So instead she silently nodded, her assent between kissing him back with every ounce of frenetic passion burning through her and took Harry's full weight as he rolled them until she was cradled in his lap.

Their kiss turned searing and desperate as Harry skillfully discarded their remaining clothes. Y/N's strangled whimpers and whines were swallowed by his bruising mouth, her slick heat dragging against the hardness of his erection in tortuously light strokes.

Y/N instinctively sought out more of that maddening friction - rocking her hips up to meet Harry's in a desperate grind as she tangled her legs around his trim waist. The low, reverent rumble of approval he let out at her shamelessness made her entire body bloom with heat.

"So eager for me, aren't you love?" he husked against the swollen bow of her parted lips. Not waiting for a response, he sealed his mouth over hers in a lush, filthy kiss that left them both panting for air.

He teased her exactly to that tantalising edge of overwhelming bliss and sheer frustration until she was squirming and mewling into their heated embrace, nails scrabbling at the broad expanse of his sweat-dampened shoulders. At last, Harry tore away from her lips with a ragged groan, panting heavily as they pressed their foreheads together.

She was too far gone to feel self-conscious. The last threads of her self-restraint had snapped the second Harry palmed both cheeks of her ass in those huge, calloused hands and used his grip to pull her flush against the insistent jut of his straining cock.

"Wanted this for so long," he growled against her swollen lips before venturing down to scathe his stubbled jaw along the ultra-sensitive slope of her neck, leaving a stinging trail of fresh goosebumps in his wake. "Laid awake so many nights thinking about having you in my lap just like this..."

Y/N had no capacity to formulate a reply beyond a choked-off moan, hips canting of their own accord to chase that scorching friction. She wanted to whimper out, to beg him to stop teasing them both with this exquisite torment. But he didn't give her a chance, lush mouth finding her peaked nipple and suckling hard, stealing what little coherence she had left.

"Ah! ...H-Harry, please..." she panted out as sparks of both pleasure and sweetest pain lanced through her. She fisted those decadent chestnut curls tighter until he finally released her with a final teasing graze of teeth over her swollen, rosy bud.

He peered up at her with hooded, molten eyes, his pupils blown wide and inky with naked want. His mouth glistened obscenely in the low light. The sight alone nearly cleaved what little rational thought remained.

"Since you asked so sweetly..." he husked, gifting her one more searingly deep kiss before making a trail of open-mouthed licks and nibbles down the center line of her body once more. "My gorgeous girl deserves whatever she desires.Now look at me, love," he ordered, "Need to see those gorgeous eyes when I finally get to be inside my girl."

My girl.

Y/N's whole body locked up with need at his command. Their gazes crashed together in the space separating them - Harry peering down at her, mouth hanging open in blissful agony.

Holding that heated stare, he finally guided the slick blunt head of his cock to her entrance with one broad palm on her hip. They both exhaled harsh breaths in unison as he sank past that initial tight clutch, Harry's brows creasing with reverence while Y/N's mouth fell open on a choked off moan.

"You feel so good, baby, taking my cock like this," he groaned against her neck. "Wanted this pretty pussy for months."

The crude words somehow only turned Y/N on more. She matched Harry's thrusts, overwhelmed by how amazing he felt.

"You feel that, love?" he rumbled in that rasping timbre that immediately stoked the banked embers of her core back to feverish heat. "How fucking desperate you still are for me, even after falling apart so gorgeously?"

Y/N let out a helpless, pitchy noise of agreement muffled feverishly against the solid weight of his shoulder – nodding frantically as he kept up that slick, sinfully light rutting rhythm. Her entire body felt suspended in limbo, torn between too-much and not-enough with each deliberate slide of his cock spreading her wanting folds apart.

"Christ, you should see yourself right now," Harry practically purred in a haze of lust-drunk awe, swiping the pad of his thumb in a teasing circle around her revived, aching bud. When she arched into the contact with a strangled whimper, he let out a rumbling chuckle that reverberated through both their shuddering frames. "An absolute picture...and all for me."

On his final seismic stroke, the thick crown of his erection caught against Y/N's swollen, aching entrance - teasing her to the brink of shattering all over again. She let out a garbled noise that might have been Harry's name or just an incoherent plea, fingernails scrabbling at his back.

"Look at me," he ordered in a low rasp, drawing her hooded gaze up from where their damp bodies joined. Green eyes glittered with undisguised possession when their stares finally met - searing straight through her.

Holding that smoldering eye contact, Harry pressed forward with one inch at a time until Y/N thought she might combust from the sweet stretch and burn. Every shallow exhale punched from her lungs came out a choked whimper, matched by the fevered grunts rumbling from Harry's chest as he bottomed out, again and again.

Y/N's world had narrowed entirely to the joined point of their bodies, her fluttering internal walls struggling to accommodate the exquisite impalement even as fresh arousal flooded her with boneless surrender. She could only cling helplessly to Harry's sweat-slicked shoulders and lose herself in the intoxicating visuals before her - his arm muscles bunching with the strain, those ruddy, plump lips hanging open on ragged gasps.

"Fuck...f-feel so good, baby," he gritted out, words fracturing apart as his hips gave a minute involuntary roll. "Taking me so bloody well..."

A strangled cry escaped Y/N as that tiniest motion lit up every nerve-ending with bliss. Her heels dug into the small of Harry's back in a frantic bid for leverage, for friction, for anything to alleviate this keen edge between agony and rapture. He seemed to read her desperation, dropping his sweat-slicked brow to hers as he found her lips in a sloppy, uncoordinated clash of teeth and questing tongues.

Then he was pulling back in one sinuous torso-roll, finally giving Y/N what she craved as his initial retreat turned into a soul-shaking thrust that punched the air from her lungs anew. Somewhere in the spiraling vortex of sensation, she registered the harsh slam of his hips meeting her own, the strangled cry of gratification Harry loosed against her slack mouth as he set a steadily mounting cadence.

Any hope of finesse or coordination was swiftly abandoned as their shared need mounted inexorably higher. Y/N could only cling on and ride out the tide of Harry's sharp, bouncing strokes - bordering on too much even as every shuddering nerve ending begged for more, more, more...

Before long, his forehead had dropped to brace against her shuddering sternum, the rigid line of his body trembling with restrained power and exertion as his hips jackhammered with unchecked fervor. The slick, fiery noises of their joining felt loud enough to haunt Y/N's every thought from now until the end of time.

She could feel the heated pant of his breaths gusting across her neglected nipples with each punishing grind of their movements coming brutally unhinged. Every snap of his hips shoved impossibly deeper until she was seeing stars behind her screwed-shut lids, a high-pitched whine escaping with each narrow thrust mounting her up the cliff's edge.

Heat and tension built upon itself in a dizzying spiral, a thousand tingling points of rapture spiraling from Y/N's core until her entire being felt engulfed in the storm. Harry's large hand found her sweat-dampened nape and tangled in her hair, drawing her into a searing, wild kiss that only stoked things higher.

The groan he leaked into her mouth was utterly guttural and wrecked as she matched his hectic rhythm – nails dragging down the broad expanse of his quivering shoulders until her next orgasm suddenly crested with blinding force.

This time, there was no oblivion or sweet black voids of unknowing as Y/N came apart. Instead, she remained tethered to the blazing intensity coursing through every fiber, Harry's name escaping on a cracked litany as her release seemed to go on and on in pulsing waves. He swallowed each choked syllable, hips drilling her through the roaring tide until she arched clean off the desktop entirely.

Harry's broken cry of her name might have been reverent, might have been full of desperate adulation as he finally let go – thick spurts of wet heat joining the mess between their bodies as his tempo turned erratic and punishing. Y/N could only hang on with what little quavering strength remained, drifting in the bliss of euphoria.

Eventually, the high tides ebbed and they collapsed in a sweaty, ruined heap upon the desk's surface. Both of their chests heaved like they'd run a marathon, senses struggling to reboot as little aftershocks kept shuddering through their temporarily departed forms.

Incrementally, Y/N floated back into her body and surroundings – the achingly pleasant stretch and ticklish trickle of Harry's slowly softening length, the damp cling of their overheated skin, the stark scent of sweat and sex and desperation sated. She cracked heavy lids, momentarily stunned all over again at the debauched vision of the handsome man draped over and still sheathed inside her.

Harry's summer green gaze was already waiting, twin pools of blown pupils shining through a heavy-lidded swath of mussed chestnut curls. Enraptured affection and lust battled for prominence as he stared down at her, sucking in air like a drowned man breaching the surface. When she met his eyes, he opened his mouth only to release a choked exhalation – clearly as adrift in the tide of their passion as she was.

Y/N lifted one shaky hand to paw clumsily at the damp curls framing his face, caressing his flushed cheek in what she hoped came across as reassurance. Her other arm snaked around Harry's shoulders, anchoring him to her as he nuzzled into the gesture with a shuddering sigh.

This time when he found her mouth, the kiss was slow and deep and almost unbearably tender. Their heartbeats gradually realigned as they savored the languid exchange, prolonging the hazy afterglow for as long as possible.

Harry finally pulled back to mouth a reverent path along the curve of her jaw, words rasping low and ardent against the hammer of her pulse.

"You're so incredible, love," he murmured like a hallowed oath. Full of naked adoration and something deeper that made Y/N's newly reawakened heart clench and squeeze impossibly tighter. "Knew you would be...but god, you fucking ruined me just now."

His raspy chuckle carried an undercurrent of disbelief and familiar self-deprecation. Kiss-swollen lips trailed along the sloped curve of her neck and shoulder as he continued pouring out those hushed, awed confessions.

"Don't think I'll ever look at this bloody classroom the same way again...not after feeling you come apart around me so beautifully..."

After, they lay panting on the classroom floor, limbs tangled together. Y/N traced the bird tattoos on Harry's abdomen, unable to believe this had happened.

"If I had known this is what you wanted, I would've bent you over my desk ages ago," Harry laughed, still looking deliciously rumpled and debauched.

Whatever came next, whatever questions arose about the status of their relationship or the unorthodox circumstances that had brought them here, for now Y/N was content to simply bask in the warmth and connection she felt . Her wondering heart could wait until the morning.

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wandasaura · 11 months ago

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Who's being mean? I wanna talk 😤

they’re being nice now 😋

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harrywavycurly · 2 months ago

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CW: language, smut (oral m and f reviving, masturbating, unprotected sex and fingering), explicit dirty talk (Harry is a freak for his bestie we already know), size kink and a small dash of angst.

A/N: Sorry in advance but just remember there is still one part left and thank you all so much for the love on this little mini series, yall are the best and I hope you enjoy!!🌟

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Summary: Harry goes out of town for a week and things start to feel different🌟

“Fuck fuck-shit.” Harry pants as his grip in your hair tightens, hips bucking causing the tip of his cock to nudge the back of your throat. Your hand firmly wrapped around what you can’t fit in your mouth as you moan around his thick shaft. “That’s it muffin-shit yes just like that-oh fuck.”

He looks down at you on your knees while he’s standing near the foot of your bed, having surprised him by tugging his jeans to his ankles and wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock after coming home from taking you out for a nice dinner that included flowers and a little gift when he came to your door to pick you up. Your eyes are watery and you have drool dribbling down your chin as you hold his hip with the hand that’s not wrapped around his thick shaft and right now to Harry you look like an actual dream, not that he’d ever admit he’s dreamt about fucking his cock down your throat before. When he feels you moan around him as your hand slides off his hip he lets out a few deep groans but when he glances back down at you that’s when he notices your hand has disappeared under your skirt.

“Hands muffin.” His voice is that mixture of stern and gentle that would have your panties soaked, if you were wearing any as you remove your hand and place it back on Harry’s hip just as he thrusts his cock deeper down your throat making you gag just a bit before pulling off him to catch your breath. “I’ll take care of you don’t worry.” He gives you a smile as his hand that’s not in your hair reaches down and wipes some of the drool off your chin. “Just let me fuck this pretty little mouth first okay?”

“Okay.” You say breathlessly before you swipe your tongue over his leaking tip making his eyes snap shut and a deep moan to slip past his lips.

“Feels so fucking good.” He lets out a groan as you take him as deep as you can, his hand in your hair keeping you still so he can pull his cock out so just his tip is wrapped around your plush lips before he pushes it back in with a gentle thrust of his hips. “Fuck muffin gonna come-fuck fuck.” His hips give a few harsh thrusts making him hit the back of your throat, your low moans vibrating against his shaft make him let out a choked moan of your name as his hips still and he’s shooting his warm load down your throat. The moan you let out around his cock has his eyes rolling back as your mouth and hand work him through his orgasm until he’s gently pulling you off by the loose grip he has in your hair.

“Such a messy little muffin.” He coos as his hands cup your face, wiping the few tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. “Did so good.” He praises you with a smile as his hands slide down to the side of your neck. “Always make me feel so good so now it’s your turn.” He watches your lips curve upward as he takes a step back, effectively kicking his jeans and boxers off before helping you up off your knees.

“What do you want hmm?” He asks as his hands land at the waistband of your skirt. “Want to fuck my fingers until you’re a soaking wet mess that I’ll just clean up with my tongue?” You’re practically shaking with a deep rooted need for the man that’s staring at you like he wants to devour you as he unzips your skirt letting it drop to your feet. “Fuck you’re so pretty.” He says with a deep sigh as his eyes roam over your body, his lips press against yours in a hungry kiss as his hands roughly grip your hips.

“Need you.” You whine when he pulls away and spins you around so your back is against his chest. “Please Harry.” The way your voice turns all soft with a slight whininess to it when you beg for him to touch you has quickly become one of Harry’s favorite sounds.

“I know what you need muffin don’t worry.” He leans down and places his lips on your neck as he urges you to take the few steps forwards to your bed. “Gonna take care of you.” He promises as he places his hands on your hips as you lean forward on your knees so your face is pressed against your soft sheets and your ass is up towards him.

“Oh muffin you’re a mess.” You let out a whine as he slides his hands over your ass, your glistening pussy on display for him as he steadies himself behind you on his knees. “You liked having my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours didn’t you? Fuck-you’re practically dripping.” You just moan and nod your head in response as he teases your soaked entrance with his middle finger while his thumb finds your swollen bundle of nerves. “Shit you’re already squeezing around me and it’s just the first one.” He has to close his eyes for a moment as your warm wet walls clench around his middle finger, sending a shot of arousal straight to his cock.

“M-more Harry-oh please please.” Your words are muffled by your sheets but Harry knows what you need, he always seems to know what you need especially when it comes to your body, ever since he started paying your rent and buying you random gifts almost a month ago, he’s come to be very familiar with your moans and whines and what exactly they mean.

“There you go.” He adds two more fingers into your wetness, thrusting them into you at a pace that has you pressing back to meet his slow thrusts, feeling a very familiar pool of pleasure already starting to build low in your belly. “That’s it muffin feel how full you get when you fuck my fingers? Just think how you’ll feel when you finally get my cock tucked inside your tight little cunt-fuck it’s gonna feel so good.” Your eyes roll back and your hands grip your sheets at his filthy words as Harry reaches up to hold onto one of your hips as his thumb increases its pressure on your clit making you shudder and clench around him.

“Faster-oh oh god.” He takes your request and quickens his pace making your room be filled with the wet sounds of you fucking yourself on his fingers, pressing yourself back against his hand until the heal of his palm is tucked against you, the cool metal of the rings on his fingers a pleasant sensation as they disappear inside you.

“Oh that’s the spot isn’t it muffin-fuck you’re squeezing so tight just let go-that’s it make a mess all over my hand.” Your orgasm hits you hard and quickly making your hips press down on his hand in a sloppy but determined pace, his fingers curving inside you to hit that spot that has you seeing stars as you clench around him as you soak his fingers and his hand. “God I love how messy you are.” He moans as he looks down and watches your arousal drip down the back of your thighs when he slides his fingers out of you.

“Harry want-want your mouth.” He can’t help but grin as you pant out what you want from him, and Harry hasn’t ever enjoyed telling you no so he happily leans over and kisses your back over your top before he grabs your hips to help scoot you down the bed so he can stand at the end of it, your ass still up and your dripping center waiting for him to dive his tongue into.

“Got one more for me muffin?” He teases as he grips your hips before leaning in and licking up your soaked folds to your swollen clit, giving it a flick with his tongue.

“Harry!” You cry out his name when he shoves his tongue into your wet pussy, swirling it around while his hands slide down grabbing and kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

“I could lick your sweet pussy all day and never get enough of it.” His breath is hot against your center as he lets out a groan of pleasure when he slips his tongue back inside and starts licking you up and down, he drops a hand down to wrap around his hardening cock giving himself a few slow pumps not wanting to get too close until he feels you soaking his tongue and his chin.

“Oh god oh god oh-oh god.” Your body shudders as your hips grind down onto his tongue, a wave of pleasure crashing down on you like a tidal wave. “Harry harry-oh god Harry.” You would normally feel slightly embarrassed by how whiny and loud you’re chanting his name but Harry has a way of making you forget about anything other than how good you feel as you chase your second release of the evening. You works your hips to meet the rhythm of his tongue as he fucks it into you desperate to have you come undone on his tongue.

You let out a loud cry as you climax, not as intense as the first one but still strong enough to leave you breathless and your mind in a blissful haze, he laps up your release with his tongue. His low moan vibrating against your core making you grip the sheets so tight your knuckles turn white as Harry helps you ride it out with slow licks and a firm grip on your ass.

“So good-you taste so good.” He mumbles as he gives your center one last swipe with his tongue before he soothingly rubs his hands over your hips and down the side of your thighs. “Roll over for me muffin I wanna see that pretty face.” He helps you roll onto your back, he watches your chest rise and fall rapidly as you try to catch your breath. “There she is.” He says with a smile as you spread your legs for him to stand between.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You say softly as you reach your hands up to grab at Harry’s face. “Are you gonna miss me?” You ask as Harry leans over you so he can playfully bump your nose with his before capturing your lips in a kiss that starts off sweet and gentle but then as he reaches down and grips your knee so he can hike your leg over his hip, it turns heated and desperate as he rolls his hips into you letting you feel his hard cock pressed against your wet pussy. His tongue slips past your lips as your hands tangle in his hair as your legs wrap around him trying to pull him in closer letting the tip of his cock poke at your entrance.

“You know-fuck- I’m gonna miss you.” He says between pants when he pulls away from your kiss swollen lips. “Jesus Christ muffin you’re gonna kill me.” You let out a filthy moan when Harry grips his shaft and drags the leaky tip of his cock up and down your pussy lips.

“Please give it to me.” You beg as he pumps himself a few times, letting you feel his tip throb against you making your back arch and your pussy clench around nothing. “Want your cock Harry please.”

“Muffin.” He drags your petname out as he tries to keep himself from spilling all over your pretty cunt with how much you’re begging for him to fuck his cock into you. “Not tonight-when I get back you can have my cock okay? I’ll give it to you as many times as you want.” He tells you making your eyes get watery and a pout to take over your face causing Harry to let out a soft sigh.

“Please-just-just the tip? I can handle that.” You try to negotiate as Harry ruts his hips up against you letting his shaft rub against your sensitive clit earning him a moan.

“I know you better than that muffin.” He says with a deep groan as he gives himself a slow teasing pump with his hand. “You’ll want more than just the tip and you’re already worn out-don’t want the first time you feel my thick cock being stuffed inside your tight pussy to be when you’re half asleep.” He explains as he continues to give his cock slow strokes.

“Please Harry.” It’s the way you say his name that has him cursing under his breath and closing his eyes trying to stop himself from just pushing into you and fucking you into the mattress until you’re a withering mess underneath him. But he knows by the way your eyes are hooded and your cheeks are flushed with a dusting of light pink your legs are still shaking as they squeeze around his hips that you’re still not fully recovered from the two orgasms he just worked out of you with his fingers and his tongue.

“Don’t be greedy muffin.” He tells you as he leans over, pushing your top up so he can place open mouthed kisses to your chest. “Got my fingers and my tongue tonight-you’ll get my cock when I get back in a week- I promise you won’t even have to beg me for it.” His voice is gentle and soothing but with a hint of an edge to it that tells you he’s not going to give in, you just let out a breathy sigh making him smile against your skin before he drags his tongue over and around your nipple.

“Want you to come again.” You say with a soft gasp when Harry gently nips and sucks at your nipple. “Can feel how hard you are.” Your back arches as your hands tangle themselves in Harry’s hair when he moves over to your other breast while he slides his leaking tip up and down the front of your pussy.

“It’s all because of you.” He mumbles against the soft skin of your chest. “Gonna come all over this pretty pussy.” He says with a moan as he begins to give his shaft more firm and quick strokes, his hips jerking as he fucks his cock into his hand. He feels your hands give his hair a harsh tug making him groan in pleasure as his orgasm hits him.

“It’s all mine isn’t it? No one else makes a mess on this tight cunt but me isn’t that right muffin?” You let out a gasp when you feel his warm load paint the front of your pussy lips.

“Yes Harry- it’s all yours.” You say with a gasp as your hands drop from his hair as he leans back and works himself through it, a few drops landing on your clit and lower tummy.

“That’s right-s’all mine.” He growls as he rides out his high, he releases his now softening cock and looks down between your thighs, reaching out with his middle and index finger he smears his release around your entrance before slipping his fingers inside your weepy little hole.

“Harry.” You flinch away from him when his thumb does a few gentle circles on your clit, still feeling sensitive. “T-too much.” You whine making Harry slide his fingers out of your wetness.

“M’sorry muffin.” He tells you sweetly as he leans down and kisses your hips and then your tummy as you close your eyes and let out a sigh. “You okay?” He asks as he leans over you, a hand on each side of your head, when you just nod Harry can’t help but chuckle because he can tell how exhausted you are.

“I’m good.” You answer with your eyes still closed, Harry smiles as he leans down to nudge the tip of his nose against yours playfully.

“You gonna let me clean you up or are you going to be a little pouty mess about it?” He asks as his lips find your jaw, giving it a soft little pecks as his lips travel down to the side of your neck.

“Don’t need to be cleaned up.” You tell him as he nips and sucks at what’s become his favorite place to leave little reminders of him for you to see throughout the week, happily replacing them with new little love marks whenever they start to fade away. “Want to have you on me all night.”

“While I adore what a filthy little muffin you are-you can’t sleep like this you’ll be all sticky and wake me up at three in the morning when you start to cry after banging your toe on that obnoxious dresser you have on the way to the bathroom.”

“It’s not obnoxious you just don’t watch where you’re walking.”

“Fine it’s not obnoxious it’s just hideous.”

“Don’t be rude.” Harry lets out a laugh as he stands up and slips his boxers back on. “I don’t want to get up.” You tell him with a pout as you finally open your eyes, Harry just nods as he turns to walk towards your bathroom.

“That’s fine just lay there like the princess you are and I’ll do all the work like usual.” He jokes making you glare at the back of his head before he disappears into your small bathroom. When he walks out a few minutes later he has a shirt in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other.

“Is that your shirt?” You question with a raised brow as you sit up onto your elbows. Harry just nods as he places it down on the bed next to your leg as he kneels down so he can begin gently wiping the warm cloth between your thighs, giving you soft kisses to the skin of your inner thighs when he hears you let out a small hiss when he runs the cloth over your sensitive button.

“God you’re gorgeous.” He says with a sigh as he stands up and looks you in your eyes making you blush and look away from him. He smiles as he tosses the damp cloth into your dirty clothes bin by the door of your bathroom.

“Thank you.” You mumble as you sit up so you can take your top off, handing it to Harry as you grab the soft worn out band shirt that was in your clothes hamper, knowing you would want to sleep in something that smelled like him, a little thing he’s noticed you tend to do whenever the two of you stay the night with one another.

“What are you thanking me for? Calling you gorgeous? Dinner? The multiple orgasms you’ve gotten tonight?”

“Don’t make me kick you out of my bed and force you to sleep on the couch.” You threaten as he climbs into bed. “Because I’ve done it before so we both know I’m serious.”

“Oh you kicked me out a year ago because I kept shoving my feet between your legs which I still think was extremely rude because you’re the one who’s heat wasn’t working properly so you can’t blame me for seeking you out for some warmth.” He argues as you immediately snuggle into his side once he’s laying down, your cheek pressed against his bare chest and his arm lazily wrapped around you so he can rub his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“I don’t get how your feet are so cold when the rest of you is like a furnace.”

“Well feel free to use me for all your warming up needs next time your heat goes out.” You laugh as his hand gives your side a playful tickle. “Wish you could come with me.” He says a few minutes later, you let out a sigh as you tilt your head so you can look at his face, silently appreciating the view of his jawline and the slight stubble from not having shaved the past few days.

“I know but I really did promise Amelia to hang out for a few days while she’s in town. Haven’t gotten to see her in months and she’s-”

“Hey it’s okay I understand.” He softly hushes you with a few kiss to your forehead and a reassuring smile as he looks down at you. “Just gonna miss you that’s all.” You feel a weird fluttering in your tummy as his words hit your ears, and it’s nothing he hasn’t said to you before when you’ve been unable to accompany him on trips but something about how he’s looking at you right now as he says it has your head spinning just a bit.

“I’m going to miss you too.” You mumble into his chest as you close your eyes.

“Goodnight love.” He whispers softly as he leans down to places a kiss to the top of your head when he looks and sees you’ve fallen asleep to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

The sound of your soft whimpers and delicate moans coming through the phone fill Harry’s New York bedroom, having been gone for five days on a spur of the moment business trip Jeff set up. When you told Harry you couldn’t go he didn’t try to beg you to change your mind, he might’ve mentioned how he wished you could come but while he may be paying for your life at the moment that doesn’t make him think he controls you and can force you to do things with him. But he’s not going to lie and say he wasn’t bummed, you’re his bestfriend and he enjoys spending time with you, that hasn’t changed since he started taking on a new role in your life, if anything it’s made him crave your company in more ways than one but that’s normal for how close the two of you are or at least that’s what he tells himself.

He knows this time is different than how he normally feels when he’s missing you because he’s been waking up painfully hard every morning and can only seem to get himself off to the the thought of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt or how your lips feel wrapped around his cock. He misses the way you feel when you fall apart for him, how his name sounds when it’s tumbling from your mouth like a prayer, how smiley and cuddly you are after he cleans you up and tucks you into bed. These are things he knows he shouldn’t be missing about you, but he can’t help it.

Now luckily for him he can tell by the way you’re practically humping your pillow with a hand between your thighs as you moan his name that you miss him too, miss the blissful pleasure that only he can bring you. It might be a little sick for him to get a small ounce of satisfaction watching you struggle to find relief without his help, but he can’t really control how his cock stiffens in his hand as he watches you fuck yourself and let out tiny moans and the prettiest groans of frustration as you grind your hips into the pillow.

“Look at you muffin.” His voice is thick with lust as he watches you try so hard to find relief, he knows you’re struggling to finish as you let out a whiny groan. “You look so good fucking those pretty little fingers-can hear how wet you are.” He tries his best to gently encourage you as his hand lazily strokes his cock, giving it a firm squeeze at the base when he hears you moan his name.

“Not enough.” You whine as your hips buck into your hand, your legs straddling your pillow that Harry uses when he sleeps over so it still smells like him, three fingers tucked inside your soaked pussy and your thumb circling your clit trying to reach your release but nothing is working. Your eyes are watering and you’re on the brink of begging Harry to come home early because you need him, and the thing is you know if you asked him to he would because you’re his bestfriend and he’ll do anything you ask, even if what you’re asking for is to be fucked by his fingers so you can finally feel relief.

“Need more-need you.” You pant as you close your eyes and increase the pressure on your clit in hopes it’ll make the pressure that’s building in your lower tummy reach it’s delicious end and have you tumbling into a pool of blissful pleasure.

“Two days muffin and you can have me.” He reminds you in a soft tone, he lets a smile take over his face as you keep your eyes closed while your hips roll into your hand that’s tucked between your pillow and your center. “Been thinking of how you looked on my lap right before I left-looked so pretty when you made a mess on my jeans.” You let out a moan as the memory begins to replay in Harry’s mind.

“Gonna miss you.” You mumble into the crook of Harry’s neck as you straddle one of his thighs as the two of you sit on the plush leather couch he has in his living room. “Don’t want you to go.” Harry lets out a small chuckle as feels you roll your hips seeking some sort of friction on your swollen clit that not even half an hour ago was being sucking between Harry’s plump lips as you gripped the headboard while you rode his face until you came so hard you swear you saw stars.

“Yeah? Want me to stay here with you all the time huh? Never leave the house and just have you on my lap all day?” He asks as his hands fall to your hips, his thumbs rubbing at the skin poking out from where your shirt ends a little above the waistband of your soft shorts.

“Yes.” You say with a sigh as you rub your clothed center over his jean clad thigh. Your hands grip his shoulders as you roll your hips making a soft breathy moan roll off your tongue.

“Such a needy little muffin.” His voice is teasing but also soft as his hands guide your hips so you’re rubbing yourself up and down his thigh, creating friction where you need it the most. The little whine you let out has Harry’s cock hardening in his jeans but he doesn’t have time to worry about that, his driver due to pick him up for the airport in a little under ten minutes, he wants to make sure you get what you need from him before he has to leave.

His hands tighten their hold on your hips, he hears your breathing turn heavy as you find the perfect angle and begin rolling your hips into him in a determined rhythm. The pressure beginning to build in your tummy as you lean your head back and grind down onto his thigh more firmly. Harry takes the opportunity to lean in and place his lips on your jaw, kissing his way down to your neck as soft moans of pleasure fall from your open mouth as you chase your release.

“That’s it muffin take what you need.” He encourages softly as he nips at the spot below your ear, your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders as you quicken your pace. “So pretty making a mess on my thigh.” He feels your legs squeezing around his thigh as his name rolls off your tongue, he guides your movements as a surge of pleasure rolls through you.

“Harry I’m-” Your words get cut off by his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss, his mouth moves against yours as you firmly grind down onto him making him swallow down your moans as you climax and start to tremble as your release soaks through your shorts making a wet spot on his jeans.

“Harry.” Your voice whining his name brings him back to the moment, his eyes looking at you through the screen of his phone as his hand is firmly gripping his cock giving it a few quick pumps. “I-I wanna come so bad.” You let out a groan as you grind down into the pillow.

“I can tell you’re close muffin you just have to relax okay?” He watches your hips stutter their movements as you let out a few deep breaths trying to do what he tells you. “There you go now curve those fingers of yours-”

“Oh.” Harry smiles when your mouth parts as you curve your fingers as you thrust them into your warm center, he watches you work yourself closer to the edge as your hand that’s not tucked inside you reaches up and grabs the headboard so you can steady yourself while increasing the pace of your hips.

“That’s it muffin doin so good.” His hips buck as he thumbs over the tip of his leaking cock, your moans get louder as you apply more pressure to your clit as you fuck your fingers while your thighs start to shake as they straddle your pillow. “Such pretty moans-keep going wanna see you soak those fingers.”

“Wish it was-oh shit.” Your grip on the headboard tightens as the pace of your thrusts quickens. “Wish it was your cock.” Harry lets out a deep moan as he fucks his fist while listening to the sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of your wetness.

“Two days muffin and you can fuck yourself on my cock all you want-shit you’re gonna look so pretty bouncing on me-oh fuck gonna make me come just thinking about it.”

“Want you to fill me up-want your come Harry please.” Harry has to close his eyes as your words tumble from your mouth as you let out a moan that has him nearly spilling all over his hand.

“Oh fuck-whatever you want muffin-shit shit you can have whatever you want.” He says between moans as he opens his eyes just in time to see your eyes roll back as your hips start to get sloppy with their movements and your walls clench around your fingers. “That’s it ride it out muffin-fuck yourself through it nice and slow.”

“Harry want-want you to come.” You pant as you try to come down from your high. “Need you to come for me want to see your face when you fall apart just like you do when you make a mess all over my pussy-please Harry.” It’s your sweet voice telling him such filthy things that has his hips jerking uncontrollably and his moth falling open as he spills his load all over his hand and lower tummy.

“Jesus.” He lets out a sigh as his head leans back against his headboard. “You know just how to wear me out muffin.” He hears you giggle as you reach over to grab your phone that was perched on your nightstand for the best view.

“Tired already? I was hoping for round two.”

“Oh round two? From the girl who was struggling so hard to finish round one?”

“Harry Styles.” Your voice is laced with faux shock making him give you a playful smile. “That was rude.” You tell him with a dramatic pout as he grabs his phone and heads for the bathroom to clean himself up.

“Sorry muffin. Feel free to punish me when I get home.” He says with a wink making you roll your eyes as you roll onto your back, the pillow you were using pushed to the side. “Don’t get too comfortable you-”

“If you tell me I need to go take a shower I’m going to hang up on you.” You threaten as Harry places his phone on the counter next to his sink so he can wet a washcloth and wipe off his hand and stomach. “Oh guess what.”

“What? You bought that dress you were drooling over in that little boutique the other day?”

“Well yes I did buy that while shopping with Amelia but that’s not what I want to tell you.” He raises an eyebrow as he finishes washing his hands, he can tell it’s something sort of big as he notices your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, something you only tend to do when you’re feeling nervous.

“What is it love?”

“I have a job interview next week.” Now Harry was semi prepared for you to tell him a lot of things, but informing him of a job interview wasn’t one of them. He has to check his face as he feels his eyebrows furrow and his lips roll together, an unwelcome feeling he can’t quite put his finger on beginning to form deep in his chest.

“Really? That’s great.” He says with as much excitement he can muster and a smile he knows doesn’t reach his eyes, but he has a feeling you’re just taking his mild reaction as him being tired since it’s near midnight for him in New York and he will happily play into that if it helps you not ask questions.

“Will you come with me to find an outfit to wear?” He nods his head as he looks around for his boxers he had on before your nightly FaceTime call that you made him agree to before he left.

“Of course.” He answers quickly, probably a little too quickly but you don’t seem to notice instead just grinning at him as he slips his boxers back on.

“Perfect.” He smiles as he sees you moving to get off your bed and head into your bathroom. “I’m going to go take a bath-”

“Oh can I watch?” You roll your eyes as he wiggles his eyebrows at you, doing his part in making sure you don’t sense a single ounce of weirdness coming from his side of the phone.

“Not tonight.” You tease making him laugh as he walks back into his bedroom. “I’ll talk to you later okay? If you fall asleep before I’m done then goodnight and I can’t wait to see you when you get home.”

“Two days.” He reminds you for what feels like the hundredth time today but he can’t help it, he’s excited to get back home. “Have a nice bath love, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye Harry.” You blow him a kiss that he dramatically catches and places on his cheek before you wave goodbye and end the call.

“What the fuck.” He groans as he tosses his phone onto the bed and runs a hand over his face. “She’s your bestfriend. Just your bestfriend. You need to be happy for her.” He tells himself as he lays in bed, his back against the soft sheets and plush pillow. “This was always temporary.” He says with a deep sigh, he feels as if his heart weighs ten times its usual amount as it sinks to the bottom of his chest.

“Just temporary.” He mumbles as he tries to shake off the weird feelings that are creeping up on him.

Harry can’t even hold back the grin that takes over his face as he lets himself into your apartment, the sun is barely beginning to rise making a soft glow peek through the curtains in your room. He makes sure to make as little noise as possible placing his duffle bag down near your bedroom door, slipping his jeans and t shirt off with ease before he climbs into bed. You’re cuddling a pillow close to your chest and his heart swells when he sees you’re wearing one of the t shirts he left you, wanting to make sure you had things of his for when you missed him while he was gone. His hand gently slides over your hip making you flinch when he pulls you into his chest.

“S’just me.” He whispers in your ear when you let out a sleepy gasp, your eyes barely open as you release your hold on your pillow so you can turn around in his arms.

“What’re you doing here?” Your words are jumbled together as you wrap yourself around him, almost as if you don’t really believe he’s actually here and not still across the country like he’s supposed to be for another day.

“Missed you.” He mumbles into your hair as he pulls you closer, having missed the warmth of your body pressed against his. “Got an earlier flight.” He answers having decided that if this whole thing between the two of you really is temporary then he’s not going to let a moment of it go to waste, so he got on the earliest flight he could to come back home, to come back to you.

“Missed you too.” He smiles as you rest your cheek on his chest when he lays on his back, his hands running up and down your back making you let out a soft sigh. “Missed your hands.” You mumble as your hand rests on his chest.

“Yeah? Just my hands?” He asks in a hushed tone as he lets his hand roam further down your back, softly grabbing at your ass making a faint gasp leave your lips.

“Harry.” Your voice is full of a need that he hasn’t heard before as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m right here muffin.” He tells you softly as his hand travels under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up until it’s over the roundness of your ass making him let out a soft moan when he notices you’re only wearing his shirt and nothing else. “Tell me what you need.” He says as he moves so he’s hovering over you, a smile taking over his face when you reach up and run your hands through his hair.

“I just need you.” You answer as you pull him down for a kiss, your arms loosely wrap around his neck as his lips lazily move against yours not feeling the need to rush anything. He slips his tongue past your lips and feels you pull his down closer as he explores your mouth with his tongue. It’s not until you moan into his mouth that he realizes his hips are rolling his clothed cock against your core. When he pulls away he reaches a hand down between your thighs and lets out throaty groan when he slides his index finger through your slick folds.

“Missed how wet you get for me.” Your hands grip the tops of his shoulders when he slides his finger into your wetness. “Oh muffin.” He moans as he pumps his thick digit in and out of you slowly a few times before pulling it out and bringing it to his lips so he can get a quick taste. “Fuck I need more-can I get a proper taste of you?”

“Yes yes.” You pant as he ruts his hips into you making his hard cock nudge at your clit. Harry leans down and kisses you down the middle of your chest over your shirt until he’s placing soft kisses to your tummy as he lowers himself between your thighs, tossing your comforter to the end of the bed so he has all the access to you he needs. “Oh god.” You moan as Harry dips his middle and index finger into you, his eyes lock on yours as he takes his time pumping his fingers into you, earning him soft moans and a gasp when he curves them just right so he’s hitting that spot that has your hips bucking to meet his thrusts.

“God I missed your sweet little pussy.” He says with a groan as he slides his fingers out of you, collecting your arousal on them before he sucks them clean. “Oh fuck.” He moans as he slowly leans down and licks a stripe up the front of your pussy before dipping the tip of his tongue inside your tight hole.

“Missed your tongue-oh god Harry.” One of your hands tangles in his hair while the other one grips at your sheets as he slowly fucks his tongue into you, his thumb rubbing teasingly slow circles on your clit as he swirls his tongue inside you.

“So good-shit.” His hips roll into the mattress as the sound of your breathy moans go straight to his hardening cock.

“Want your-oh fuck Harry I want your cock.” You pant as Harry’s tongue begins to fuck into you a little faster, your grip in his hair loosening as your hips roll up to meet the pace of his tongue. “Wanna come on your cock.” You tell him with a whiney moan that has Harry pulling away from your glistening cunt, his eyes are a swirling mixture of lust and something else as he looks up at you.

“You sure muffin?” He asks softly as his your hand releases its grip on his hair, his hands resting on your hips as his lips place soft kisses to the inside of your thighs.

“Yes-yes please want your cock.” He smiles against your soft skin of your thigh, giving your pussy one last swipe of his tongue earning him a moan as he hovers above you.

“How do you want me?” He asks as he leans down and drags his lips across your jaw, your hands go to the waistband of his boxers making Harry close his eyes as you push them down until his cock springs free and he kicks them off making them land on the floor.

“Inside me.” You answer making a soft chuckle leave Harry’s lips as he kisses down your neck. “I want you inside me-just you.” You mumble as your hand wraps around his shaft giving him a few slow pumps.

“Muffin what does that-” his question gets lost in his throat as you wrap a leg over his hip and pull him closer to you so his tip is right at your entrance.

“Please Harry.” Harry has to bite down on his bottom lip and close his eyes as you whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you.” You pant making him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck while your hands grab onto his arms when he slowly pushes the tip of his thick cock into your soaked cunt.

“Holy shit.” He groans as he pushes deeper into you feeling your walls clench and throb around him, he pauses letting you adjust to him as your hands grab at his back at how overwhelming it feels to finally have his thick cock inside you. “Gotta relax for me muffin.” His voice is strained but still soft as he kisses up your neck and up to your jaw.

“So good.” He smiles as he picks his head up so he can look at your face as he slowly pushes the rest of his cock into you until you’re full of him.

“I knew you’d feel good but fuck-you feel like heaven.” He doesn’t move as he rests his forehead against yours needing a moment to take in just how good it feels to be tucked up deep inside of you. His lips find yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless as he rolls his hips into yours causing the tip of his cock to nudge a spot deep inside you that makes you arch into him as a shockwave of pleasure zips through you all the way down to your toes.

“Oh god Harry.” You moan as Harry’s hips finds a pace that has your nails digging into his back at how slow and languid his thrusts are. He pulls back until just his tip is inside your snug pussy and then slowly pushes back in, making your eyes close at how you can feel every inch of his thick cock as he pushes inside you.

“Takin me so well muffin like your pussy was made for me.” He says with a groan as his hips quicken their pace just enough to get your hands to drop to grab the sheets. “Fuck you’re soaking my cock.” You let out a gasp when he leans back gently grabbing one of your legs and placing it on his shoulder as he looks down where the two of you are connected, letting out a deep moan as he watches his cock disappear into your tight hole.

“So deep-oh fuck.” You say between soft moans.

“You like how deep I can get like this muffin?” He asks as he reaches down and presses his thumb over your swollen clit making your hips jolt up to meet his thrusts as you cry out his name. “Oh shit-that’s it fuck you hear that? Hear me making your sweet little cunt a soaked mess with my cock?” The sounds coming from your bedroom is music to Harry’s ears as he quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming more determined as he pulls all the way out just to push back into you making the wet sounds of his cock fucking into your pussy fill the room.

“Oh god oh shit-oh shit oh god.” Your moans get louder with each thrust of Harry’s hips and tight circle his thumb rubs over your clit. “Harry-oh fuck Harry- oh god Harry.”

“That’s it baby let your annoying neighbors know who’s making you feel this good.” The petname rolls off his tongue without his permission, but instead of ruining the moment it only seems to make you clench around him causing him to let out a choked moan as your walls pulse around his thick shaft.

“Don’t stop-oh yes yes right there Harry-fuck.” He begins thrusting into you harder now as feels how close you are to coming undone on his cock.

“Wanna be buried deep in this pussy all day-shit baby you feel too good wrapped around me like this.” He watches as you bring your hands up and grab your breasts as your back arches. “Oh shit-fuck never gonna leave you again just wanna fuck my big cock into this tight cunt all the time.”

“God yes- oh you’re so big Harry.”

“Yeah you like my big cock don’t you baby?”

“Yes yes love it-oh I’m gonna come-oh oh.”

“That’s it baby come all over me.” He says between harsh thrusts that have the tip of his cock nudging that sweet spot inside of you that makes yours eyes snap shut and your mouth to fall open. “Fuck you’re so pretty when you come-shit can feel you squeezing me-oh fuck.” You cry out his name over and over as your release hits you like a ton of bricks with how intense it is, you grab your breast and arch your back off the bed as you soak Harry’s cock making his eyes practically roll into the back of his head at how good it feels when you start to pulse and tighten around his cock.

“So good for me baby you’re doin so good taking my cock so well.” He praises you as he lightens the pressure his thumb has on your clit as he fucks you through your orgasm, his own release not far behind as he watches your chest rise and fall rapidly trying to catch your breath. “Shit shit-fuck baby I’m so close.” He tells you with a deep moan, your wet tight walls clench around him as your hips rise to meet his thrusts that have become harder and more determined as he chases his release.

“Fill me up Harry want to be stuffed full of you.” You pant as he fucks into you, when his eyes find yours he swears he could’ve bursted right then and there with how angelic you look as the soft morning light casts a soft glow to your face, you give him a smile and a nod that answers his silent question and that’s all it takes.

“Jesus-fuck.” His head falls back as his thrusts turn sloppy, his hip gives you one last harsh thrust plunging his cock as deep inside you as it can go before he feels his abs tighten and his warm load is being shot deep inside your tight pussy, your name mixed with a few curse words fall from his lips as he slowly fucks himself through his own release. “Gonna fill you up baby-stuff you full of my come until it’s dripping out of your sweet little hole.” His words have you moaning as he slowly pulls out and then pushes back, the squelching sound of him pushing back inside you make his cock twitch as your pussy squeezes around him and drains him of every last drop he has.

“Holy fuck.” You try to catch your breath as Harry places your leg back on the bed and leans over you, still tucked inside you and presses his lips to yours for a short but sweet kiss.

“You okay?” He asks checking on you once he pulls away, you give him a sleepy grin as you nod and place your hands on the sides of his face.

“I’m amazing.” You tell him making him grin as he leans down to place a kiss to your forehead.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He says as he slowly pulls out of you, he kisses your cheeks and the tip of your nose as you let out little whines at the emptiness you feel without him deep inside you. “S’okay baby we have all day-can have me as many times as you want.” He reminds you between little pecks to your lips making you smile as he moves to lay down beside you.

“M’not getting up to shower.” You tell him with as much sternness as you can making him have to hold back a laugh.

“We’ll do that after we take a little nap okay? Know you’re tired.” He reassures you with little kisses to the side of your face.

“You came home early.” You mumble into his chest as you cuddle into his side, Harry just lets out a soft chuckle as he reaches down to grab the blankets.

“I did.” He says as he pulls the covers up to your chest. “Missed you too much to stay one more day.” He explains making you smile against him as he wraps an arm around you.

“Missed you a lot.” You tell him as you close your eyes. “Next time I’ll go with you.” He smiles at how jumbled up your words get when you’re sleepy, he just pulls you closer into his side and places a kiss to the top of your head, it’s not long that he finds himself drifting off to sleep to the soft sounds of your breathing and your warm hand on his chest holding onto him almost as if you’re worried he’s going to slip away while you sleep.

“Is this what they call girl dinner?” Harry asks in amusement as he watches you pick up your martini to take a sip after just shoving a handful of fries into your mouth. “Because if it is then I can see why it’s so popular I mean who doesn’t love a dirty martini with a side of truffle fries?” You send him a playful glare as you swallow down a sip of your drink before placing it back on the table.

“Normally I also get a salad but wasn’t feeling it tonight.” You tell him with a shrug as you lean back into the booth the two of you are sitting across from each other in that’s tucked away in the corner of a restaurant Harry brought you to after taking you shopping for a new outfit for your job interview next week.

“What do you want to do after this nutritious meal? Fancy a walk around that park with the mean ducks and that goose who likes to nip at your shoelaces?” He asks as his hand finds yours that’s resting on the table, you smile as he mindlessly traces little circles on your palm before interlocking his fingers with yours. “Because I think it’s a perfect night for a walk in the park.” He adds as he brings your hand up to his lips so he can kiss at your knuckles.

“We can do that.”

“Perfect it’s-”

“Oh my god!” Harry’s head snaps in the direction of a loud shriek and he’s ready to tell whoever it is that he’s not in the mood to be bothered but then he sees it’s a woman who appears to know you, not him or if she does recognize him she’s keeping it very well hidden.

“Cindy? What-oh my god.” You all but match the woman’s greeting as she approaches the table, you quickly drop Harry’s hand as if it was burning you leaving it to fall into his lap as you turn your attention towards the person who is interrupting his dinner.

“I’m in town for a work thing I didn’t-” Cindy’s eyes scan the table and when they land on Harry he can’t even offer her a fake smile, no he just lets her have a tight lipped smile and a head nod making her cheeks get pink as if she can feel the annoyance radiating off of him. “oh where are my manners I can see you’re busy just call me-”

“Oh don’t be silly it’s just Harry.” Your voice is friendly and sweet making the words that just left your mouth seem to sting that much more as they hit Harry’s ears. “We are having a drink and some-”

“Fries? Talk about a well balanced meal.” Cindy says making you laugh as Harry’s jaw tightens and his hands are clasped together in his lap, not finding the current situation amusing in the slightest.

“Are you with anyone? You should join us-would that be okay?” When you finally turn to look at him Harry is already sliding out of the booth, you raise an eyebrow at him as he motions for your friend to take his seat.

“I’ll let you two catch up.” He tells you with a smile he knows you’ll be able to tell is forced. “Lovely meeting you Cindy.” He says as she slides into the booth across from you.

“Are you sure? You don’t-”

“I’ll talk to you later.” He is about to lean down and press his lips to yours in a kiss but he catches himself and it lands on the top of your head instead. “Have fun.” He whispers into your ear before standing up and giving the two of you a little wave as he turns to head towards the door.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

“Oh no-no no no he’s just a friend.” Harry’s heart feels like its being stabbed as each word leaves your mouth, having forgotten his phone at the table causing him to turn around and of course he would arrive just in time to hear them fall from your pretty lips.

“Sorry forgot this.” He apologizes as he grabs his phone off the table, slipping it in his pocket and avoiding your eyes as they practically beg him to look in your direction. You know he heard you, you know it upset him by the way the corners of his mouth are turned downward in a almost hidden frown but she’s been friends with him for too long not to know the signs that he’s upset.

“He’s cute and seems nice.” Cindy states with a wiggle of her eyebrows once she’s sure he’s out of hearing range. You just let out an awkward laugh and shrug, not knowing how to tell her that Harry is way more than nice, he’s about as perfect as someone can be.

“Yeah he’s-he’s wonderful.” You tell her as you reach for your drink suddenly feeling as if your throat has gone completely dry.

Harry runs a hand through his hair as he walks towards the park the two of you were going to take a stroll through after dinner. Needing to clear his head before going back to your apartment to gather his things and head to his house for the night, he’s not ready to be alone in a house that oddly is beginning to feel less and less like his home and more like a temporary dwelling between his nights spent with you wrapped around him in your tiny apartment.

“Just Harry.” He mumbles to himself as he sits on a bench. “Just a friend.” He says with a sigh as he closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. “It’s all just temporary.” He knows he doesn’t have a valid reason to be upset, and it’s not that he’s upset with you it’s more so he’s upset that it’s taken him this long and this twist in your relationship for him to realize something.

“I’m just in love with her.” He says to himself with a heavy sigh, not sure what to do with his newly discovered feelings he does the only thing he can think of as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and hit call on the third person under his favorites.

“Hey H! What’s up mate?” Niall’s voice is happy and bubbly through the phone and the way it irritates him just further proves to Harry that he is in need of some cheering up or at least some distracting so he feels anything but miserable about the idea of being in love with you while you see him as just Harry your temporary sugar daddy but more importantly just a friend.

“You in town and fancy a night out?”

“Hell yeah let me get dressed an I’ll meet ya out.”

“Perfect I’ll send you my location.” With that Harry hangs up and heads for the pub him and Niall usually go to when both of them are in town and have the time for a few drinks. He knows this isn’t the healthiest way to deal with unwanted feelings but he figures is you’re getting to enjoy a few drinks with your friend then he should be able to do the same thing. Besides Niall will make sure he doesn’t make a fool of himself, or at least that’s what he hopes as he walks down the street towards the familiar pub.

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FIC RECS MASTERLIST

This is a list of my fic recs. Note, this is NOT all the fics I have ever read (I've been reading since 2015), but rather all the fics I've read on tumblr since I returned in 2023 and started this blog. Unfortunately, some are missing because the writers deleted their writing or their blog. I did take a semi-hiatus at the beginning of 2025, so I've been spending a little time catching up reading series I haven't finished, but once I've done that, I'll be adding more stories here as I read them.

Series

The Con Artist by @gurugirl. Completed series, 7 chapters.

Daddy Issues by @fkinavocado. Completed series, 25 chapters, plus tons of extras and bonus excerpts.

Lupus Noctis by @avocadoguru (joint work between @fkinavocado and @gurugirl). Incomplete series, 12 chapters.

Laceleaf by @be-with-me-so-happily. Incomplete series, 8 chapters with extras.

iFall For Harry by @freedomfireflies. Completed series, 10 chapters, plus a bonus.

Curvy Secret by @swiftmendeshoran. Completed three book series (part 1 - 25 chapters, part 2 - 15 chapters, part 3 - 39 chapters), plus extras.

Cherry Bomb by @heartateasee. Ongoing series, 26 chapters (will be 30 chapters).

Spinnin' Out Waiting For Ya by @swiftmendeshoran. Completed series, 17 chapters.

Wolf Harry by @adorebeaa. A series of 6 parts and 2 blurbs.

Young God by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup. Ongoing series, 9 chapters.

One Shots

Intimacy by @goldengalore

Rumours by @freedomfireflies (two connected one shots)

Jack Shit by @freedomfireflies (three connected one shots)

Recordstore Romance by @fkinavocado (four connected one shots)

Hole in One by @ihearthes

A Wish Come True by @fkinavocado (three connected one shots)

Finally Free by @be-with-me-so-happily

Wet, Drip, Dry by @be-with-me-so-happily

Crush by @gurugirl (part of the Best Friend's Dad series, but can be read as a standalone)

Bite Me by @freedomfireflies

Short Straw by @adorebeaa

The Handyman by @gurugirl (plus a check-in)

Sunkissed by @heartateasee

Driving by @adorebeaa

Lucky's by @heartateasee

Sex Tutor by @gurugirl (two parts)

Punished by @freedomfireflies

Safe by @heartateasee (four parts)

Flower by @finelinefae (two parts)

Leather & Lace by @jarofstyles

Daddy's Pretty Girl by @gurugirl

Meet-Cute by @justlemmeadoreyou

Ruin Me by @lukesaprince

Make Her Regret It by @watchmegetobsessed

The Playboy by @freedomfireflies

Pretty Like Yours by @fkinavocado (two parts)

Ride the Tiger by @1800titz (two parts, with more on Patreon)

Little Flower by @gurugirl

Blindfolded by @heartateasee

Secrets by @heartateasee

Make It Until the Morning by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup

Assistance Needed by @gurugirl

It's a Problem by @adorebeaa (might possibly have a part 2??)

The Babysitter by @gurugirl (two parts)

Truth or Dare by @gurugirl

The Mushroomer by @gurugirl

If I've made any errors here, or if you'd rather me not include your work in my list, please let me know.

Also, based on what I've read, if you think I would enjoy something in particular, feel free to recommend it to me!

Happy reading, and of course, please check out my own writing if you haven't :).

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gurugirl · 1 year ago

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I need a breeding kink blurb PLS 🙏🙏🙏

⛔️ WARNING ‼️ SMUTTY SMUT BREEDING KINK SIZE KINK ALL THE KINK (enjoy 🤭) + plus a link to an audio porn on tumblr to really get into that wet pussy sound 🙈 I'm so sorry in advance but I am in fact ovulating according to my calculator and this was... Anyway there's no plot, this is basically only smut. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS KIND OF THING THANK YOU

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"Oh baby... look a'you... getting stuffed so deep. Loves getting her little pussy filled up and bred yeah? Need Daddy's come honey? Need me to put more babies in this belly? Fuck you til your tummy's swollen, your tits are full of milk, and pussy ruined?"

"Mmm..." you tried moaning but you were out of breath and your gargled noises were stifled by the way he was plowing into you, long and heavy strokes that dipped into your guts and punched the air from your lungs. All you could do was lie there with your legs spread apart as he fucked the life from you. His fat cock was making your walls ache he'd been going at if for so long.

"Can't speak, little mama? Don't want the kids to hear do we? That's right... just let daddy fuck you til your come hole is full of my sperm and let it sink in deep so I can knock you up over and over again. Likes her pussy stuffed with cock and come and her womb full of babies..."

Harry loved it when you were pregnant. You already had two kids and he was raring to go for a third. But so were you. You loved watching him be a dad. And you'd love to see him holding another tiny baby again - your tall, tattooed, and strong husband holding that delicate bundle against his chest with tears in his eyes, humming a tune and swaying slowly back and forth. Just for that, you'd give him as many babies as he wanted.

"Already had you stuffed with all my cream this morning, now here you are all sweaty and gagging for more. Fucking need it don't you? Gonna take my come honey? Little mama wants it, yeah?"

You could barely nod but you managed to knock your head back and forth. You were exhausted after he'd already given you two orgasms but now you could feel him coming to his end, his arms were shaking and his thrusts were getting sloppy with that big cock twitching as he stretched your walls. His impressive size was addicting.

"You ready? Think you can take another load?"

"Mmmm..." a pathetic wet mumble fell from your lips as Harry choked out a groan, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the kids and you felt him throb and throb as he dropped his mouth open wide and pasted his hips against yours, unloading hours and hours worth of vital come into your womb, his balls emptying every drop inside of you.

You were very much done for by the time he pulled out but Harry wasn't. He angled your hips up with a heaving chest and stuffed himself back inside, holding his shaft to keep steady as he fucked his come into you, "There we go. Let's get that all in there," he watched as he dipped inward, keeping you full of his sperm, wet squelches (NSFW LINK - opens up a tumblr audio porn, no visuals 😈) coming from your pussy with the way he was plunging back into you to make sure his come didn't leak out, "Get that pussy fed and happy," he hissed as he pumped in gently, his cock sensitive to the touch after his orgasm.

He enjoyed the view of it... your shiny puffy pussy wrapped around his thick shaft as he pushed his come back inside you until he couldn't stay hard any longer. You were sure that was baby number three.

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watermelonlovershigh · 7 months ago

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❄ Cold ❄ /concept/

AN: i came up with this idea while shivering in my bed. i just wish i actually had a Harry to cuddle with. :( had it in my drafts for about 2 months and decided i'd post it today. anyways, its short but sweet and i hope you enjoy.

This story contains: pure fluff

{ boyfriendrry - soft!harry - any harry era of your choice }

word count- 344

Harry wakes up cold and you cuddle him back to warmth.

"Mhm, baby. S' cold." Harry murmurs in a drowsy tone. He attempts to snuggle closer to you, despite his half-awake state. Although it is the middle of autumn, a cold front has swept through the region, resulting in significantly lower temperatures overnight. While your home is equipped with heating, you prefer to avoid using it during the night, as it tends to make the bedroom excessively warm. Consequently, you depend on blankets and each other's body heat to stay warm during the cold fall and winter nights.

While trying to find a warmer spot in the bed, Harry accidentally elbows your right boob, causing you to wake up and hiss aloud, "Ouch! Stop moving so much." You didn't catch his earlier statement about feeling cold, which would've explained his excessive movement.

"But m'cold." Harry repeats again, this time slightly louder and more clear, yet with a whiny tone. He is your big, cuddly baby after all.

Realization settles on your lethargic mind, leading to a frown as you ponder how to aid your shivering boyfriend. "Oh, I'm sorry baby. Here, face me and I'll face you and we'll hold each other. We'll keep warm that way."

Following your instructions, he proceeds accordingly, and you mirror his actions. You encircle his shoulders with your arms and intertwine your legs together, while Harry secures his arms around your back. Your faces are in close proximity, as well as all your other body parts. You pull the blankets up to your shoulder blades, allowing your body heat to envelop Harry and keep him nice and warm.

Right before he drifts off to sleep again, Harry places soft kisses on your forehead, nose, and mouth, causing a content smile to spread across your face. You then both succumb to sleep once more, cocooned in each other's embrace, warm breaths caressing each other's skin as your bodies relax and your lips part ever so slightly. There is nothing more comforting than the act of cuddling with your boyfriend on a cold night. Your love for your Harry is undeniable.

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shewriteblurbs · 1 year ago

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We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning.

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.”

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise.

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin.

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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helladirections · 1 year ago

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July Fic List

After May and June I put out lists of all the fics I read and reblogged, and I got good feedback so #WritersSupportingWriters because reblogging and rec-ing are the only way that writers get readers.

FYI:

In order I reblogged not order written

Not necessarily written in July

I only reblog after I read and like it

90% of the fics I read are because they came across my dash

Must have a Read More bc I'm not making people scroll like that

I'm begging y'all to put word counts on your fics pls

Previous Monthly Lists | Fic Rec Tag | My Masterlist

Spreading You Open (4 parts) Part 1 7.5k Part 2 7.1k Part 3 7.1k Part 4 also exists but I haven't finished it yet An Unexpected Goal 9.9k Spinning Out, Waiting For Ya 3.8k @swiftmendeshoran

Drunk With You 6.3k @finelinenina

Call It What You Want Part 1 8k Part 2 6.2k Part 3 6.1k @narrycherries

Protection (10 Parts) Toothpaste Part 1 1.6k Part 2 2.1k Part 3 2.6k @1d1195

A Night Out With Harry 1.1k Too Long 1.5k Touch 3.8k Seven Six Five (series) Part One 3.9k Part Two 3.6k Part Three 3.5k Part Four 3.1k Part Five 4.9k Part Six 6.4k @lemoncrushh

Tastes Like... 8.7k One of the few fics I've reread. So good. @tobesobri

Somebody Else Part 1 2.7k Part 2 4.6k Part 3 3.8k Part 4 6k Part 5 11.1k Part 6 7.1k Part 7 5.6k Part 8 9.1k @harrystylescherry

The Favor Master List (series) The Favor: Part 9 10.2k I'm simply enjoying the view (pornstarry filming with y/n) @jarofstyles

Protect You 3k @harryhitties

YN had a bad day, and coming home to Harry is the one thing... 1.6k @heartateasee

You Again 11.4k @freedomfireflies

Use Me Up| Boyfriend's Best Friend!H 7k Next Door Neighbors 7.8k @gurugirl

Please, Please, Please: Part 1 5.6k Part 2 5k @purplecoffee13

No Coincidence 6.5k A Chance 3-4k @0nlythrowharrybeaux

Sweet Creature (Restaurant Owner H / Chef YN) 1: Prepping 4.3k 2: The Offer 5k 3: Protectively Watchful 4.8k 4: Heat of the Kitchen 5k 5: Seasoned to Perfection 6k @justletmeadoreyou

A/O/B Academic Rivals Part 1 22k Part 2 20k Part 3 18k @jawllines

The Devil is a Gentleman Part 12 8.7k (IF you haven't been reading this you must be living under a rock) @1800titz

Something In The Orange 2k @finelinevogue

Sunshine (Part 1) @stylesloveclub

Even If It Takes Forever 9k @watchmegetobsessed

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freedomfireflies · 11 months ago

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Hi honeyyy. How are you?

AAA BRITT!! Hi cutie! I'm all right, how are you?? 💞

#swiftmendeshoran

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 2 years ago

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Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. ☆♥

AHHHH BRITT I LOVE YOU🥹🥹🥹🥹

#walkingintheheartbreaksatellite #i have the best mutuals #love you britt #swiftmendeshoran

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justlemmeadoreyou · 1 year ago

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thank you, britt! hope to get the next parts out soon <3

love you! 💞💞🙈

1. prepping (restaurant owner!harry x chef!y/n)

summary: you landed your dream job as a line cook at harry styles' prestigious haus kitchen restaurant in chicago. the tough chef job demands focus, but it's really hard when your boss looks like harry styles.

words: 4.3k

warnings: nothing major in this one

Your palms were sweating as you gripped the steering wheel, driving through downtown Chicago towards your new job. You kept glancing down at the address on the printed directions, double checking that you were heading the right way. The last thing you wanted was to be late on your first day.

Ever since getting your culinary degree, you had applied to what felt like hundreds of restaurant jobs, desperate to get your foot in the door of a real professional kitchen. But very few places wanted to hire someone so fresh out of school with no actual experience.

Finally, after months of dead ends, you had landed a line cook position at Haus Kitchen - one of the hottest farm-to-table restaurants in the city. You could scarcely believe your luck when you got the call saying you were hired.

Haus was the brainchild of Harry Styles, international superstar singer turned chef. After his chart-topping solo music career, Harry had traded in artist life to pursue his lifelong passion for cooking. Using his accumulated wealth, he opened up Haus five years ago to rave reviews, quickly earning a well deserved Michelin star.

You vividly remembered watching Harry's transition from a pop idol to dashing culinary entrepreneur play out in the media. As a teenage girl, you had been obsessed with him during his One Direction days.

Your bedroom walls were plastered with Harry's posters and you had relentlessly played their songs, sighing over his tousled hair and pouty lips. Then as you got older and Harry went solo, your boyband crush evolved into more of an intense celebrity infatuation as he cultivated a cool, rebellious image.

There were countless gossipy blind items about his infamous hellraising, flings with models and socialites, and run-ins with the law. You had followed all the scandalous Harry headlines with rapt attention - from getting papped stumbling out of nightclubs with an endless parade of beautiful women to getting arrested for drug possession outside Soho clubs.

But finally in his late 20s, seemingly bored of rockstar debauchery, Harry had pivoted to reset his image as a knowledgeable culinary entrepreneur. You admired how he transformed from tabloid bad boy into a refined, successful businessman and chef.

He began studying haute cuisine under the tutelage of famous European chefs, traveling abroad to hone his skills further. While continuing to record new musical projects independently, Harry started establishing himself in the culinary world through guest stints on TV cooking shows and food/wine events.

With his brooding good looks, charming personality, and serious culinary chops, the world fell for Harry's new sophisticated image. Before long, he was the subject of breathless puff pieces in food magazines as "the sexiest Renaissance man in the kitchen." It seemed natural when Harry soon opened up his passion project Haus to capitalize on his popularity and love of food.

Now nearing your mid-20s, your teenage fannish obsession had cooled into more of an admiring celebrity crush. You had stayed aware of Harry's journey, but your priorities were focused on graduating culinary school at the top of your class and finding your own big break in the Chicago restaurant scene.

So when you landed a job at Harry's iconic Haus, it almost didn't feel real. Not only would you be working at one of the city's most exclusive spots, but under the same roof as a chef you had admired for ages.

Not that you expected to have any real personal contact with Harry himself, you reminded yourself as you merged onto the exit for downtown. He was an internationally famous mega-celebrity who had to have hundreds of staffers, not to mention being handsomely paid to just be the smiling face of the business while professional kitchen vets like Paul Thomason handled the day-to-day operations.

Still, you had to admit to yourself that a tiny part of you tingled at the mere idea of being in the same building as Harry Styles...hopefully catching a glimpse of that handsome, endlessly charming man in the flesh...

You shook your head dismissively and double checked the directions again, annoyed at getting so easily distracted. This was your big break, your first serious job in the industry. You needed to bring your A-game and focus, not dwell on silly celebrity daydreams.

It was your fantasies of becoming a respected chef that needed to take priority.

You pulled into the parking lot for the restaurant, double checking that you had the address right. The sleek, modern building had a neon "Haus Kitchen" sign glowing over opulent double-door entrances flanked by velvet ropes and cheerful outdoor seating areas.

Taking a steadying breath, you cut the engine and sat for a moment, giving yourself a pep talk. This was it. No more messing around doing coursework or labs - this was the major leagues with all the intensity of a real professional kitchen. You had to bring it all day, every day.

As you climbed out of your beat-up Honda, you smoothed down your spotless new chef's whites, making sure everything looked pressed and presentable. With your knife kit tucked under your arm, you walked towards the entrance with purpose, chin held high.

From the moment you stepped through the doors, it was like being transported into another world. The smell of simmering sauces, roasting meats, and freshly baked bread envaded your senses. Even hours before opening, the energy and hustle for dinner prep was palpable.

Off to the left was the main dining room you had studied photos of online - effortlessly cool with vaulted exposed wooden beam ceilings, brick accents, and casually modern decor. Pendant lighting glowed cozily over tables draped in white linens and rustic chandeliers hung over plush tufted leather banquettes. A lively bar area centered the space, stocked with top-shelf liquors and backed by a dazzling display of custom glassware.

In the distance ahead, you could hear the clamoring of the kitchen in full swing. Your stomach did a nervous flip - this was it. Taking another fortifying breath, you headed through the archway.

You emerged into a large, sleek open kitchen layout, all stainless steel and butcher block islands. Uniformed cooks were buzzing at their stations like a well-oiled machine under the barked commands of an older, stocky man you immediately recognized as Head Chef Paul Thomason.

Despite his gruff reputation, watching Thomason in action was nothing short of mesmerizing. He moved between stations with the easy grace of a conductor, sampling sauces, tweaking seasonings, and directing the workflow with gruff orders. There was no wasted movement or micro-expression as he continually tasted and perfected dishes, alternating between thoughtful contemplation and decisive action.

Though you had only seen Thomason in pictures and television appearances, his fierce focus and mastery were unmistakable. This was what true professional kitchen expertise looked like in the flesh.

Feeling like a mouse that had wandered into the lair of a lion, you hovered near the entrance, uncertain of what to do next. The kitchen team flowed around you in a choreographed dance, deftly ignoring your presence as they prepped and plated flawlessly.

After a few minutes of anxious loitering, the intimidating Thomason seemed to finally notice you. His grizzled features contorted as he scowled, looking you up and down through eyes squinted with decades of kitchen smoke exposure.

"You must be the new kid," he said gruffly, crossing his bulky tattooed arms over his broad chest. Even without raising his voice, Thomason had a rumbling bass that easily carried over the kitchen's clanging din. "Christ, you're shorter than I expected. Think you've got what it takes to keep up around here?"

You nervously clutched your knife kit closer while trying to not look as flustered as you felt. "Y-yes, chef!"

You swallowed hard, hyper aware of everyone around you now watching the interaction. "I, uh...I came ready to work as hard as it takes. Whatever you need from me."

Thomason grunted, squinting at you for another long moment in consideration. Then he jerked his head towards the back. "Get changed out quick and meet me back here in 5. I'll get you started on prep and we'll see what you're made of. Don't keep me waiting."

"Yes, chef!" you responded immediately, wincing at how high your voice had gone up an octave.

Without another word, Thomason turned and strode back into the controlled chaos of the line, immediately redirecting his attention to sauces and garnishes. Letting out a shaky breath, you scurried towards the changing rooms, heart jackhammering.

Well, you were officially in the thick of things now...

You hustled back out to the kitchen, trying not to look frazzled from your rushed change. A young Hispanic line cook spotted you and waved you over to his station.

"You the newbie?" he asked, not unkindly. When you nodded, he jerked his head towards the walk-in refrigerator. "Thomason wants you to start by breaking down some of the produce delivery for prep."

"Got it, thanks," you replied, eager to prove yourself. The line cook gestured you through the door into the immense chilled walk-in.

You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the cold, taking in the sights and smells of the impressive stockpile. Shelves upon shelves were stocked with an array of fresh seasonal produce - crates bursting with leafy greens, bushels of root vegetables, flats of vibrantly colored tomatoes, exotic fruits, and mushroom varieties you had only read about.

Your culinary school had humble basics for ingredients, nothing like the bounty of locally-sourced, meticulously selected provisions that Haus Kitchen demanded. You felt a thrill at getting to work with such an extraordinary pantry.

Respirating clouds puffed from your mouth as you scanned the inventory tagging system. You had been taught similar protocols in your food safety courses, but there was something exhilarating about putting that knowledge into practice in a real professional environment.

Grabbing a stack of plastic totes, you made a game plan for which items to start prepping first based on perishability levels and what would be needed for that evening's specials. Though you started out slow at first, you steadily built up a cadence of meticulously cleaning, trimming, and sorting into appropriate storage containers.

By the time Thomason stuck his head in to check on you an hour later, you had developed an efficient system and made solid progress through a mountain of deliveries.

The head chef grunted in approval as he inspected your neat stacks of prepped produce, crossing his arms as he looked you up and down with a critical eye.

"Not bad, kid," he rumbled. "Clearly know which end of a knife to use, at least. C'mon back out, got some protein fabrication for you to tackle next."

You diligently followed Thomason back out to the main kitchen, wiping some sweat from your brow with your sleeve. Despite the industrial cooling system, the heat blazing from the ovens and range tops made the open kitchen feel like a furnace.

As Thomason led you to a stainless steel butcher's block island, you couldn't help but gawk at the array of gleaming knives hanging from magnetic strips overhead. The blades were works of art - sleek, razor sharp, and clearly extremely expensive.

Gesturing you over, Thomason grabbed a boning knife and twirled it deftly before handing it to you. "Let's see how you handle breaking this down."

He gave the block a solid smack with his meaty palm, indicating for you to get started on the glistening slab of beef tenderloin before you. Taking a steadying breath, you gripped the bone-handled knife firmly and leaned over the cutting board.

"Yes chef," you murmured before carefully piercing the thick cut of meat, angling the blade with practiced precision from all your training.

Around you, the kitchen bustled with the usual rattling pans, sizzling ranges, and Thomason's occasional barked orders. But as you fell into the rhythm of deftly separating fat and sinew, the noises began to fade from your awareness.

You were completely focused on your knife work, confidently sawing through the tender flesh as you reduced the tenderloin down to portions and trimmings for other stations to further break down. It was meditative, almost hypnotic, the way you instinctively slid the blade along rendered paths of butchery.

After your initial intimidation of the intense Haus environment, you started to find your groove and calm amidst the choreographed insanity surrounding you. You were so laser-focused on the satisfaction of properly executing each slicing technique that the rest of the kitchen chaos became mere white noise.

You had no idea how long you stayed absorbed in the butchery, but eventually you became aware of a presence at your elbow. Glancing up, you nearly jumped to see Harry Styles watching you work with an unreadable expression, hands shoved into the pockets of his slim-fitting slacks.

His dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the fitted cotton fabric clung to his toned arms and chest, a few chest hairs peeking out of his slightly undone top button. A single necklace rested in the divot between his sculpted collarbones, drawing your eye to the alluring hollow of his throat as he swallowed hard.

You froze mid-slice, mesmerized by watching the tendons in Harry's wrist and forearm flex as his hands flexed restlessly in his trouser pockets. After a beat, his pillowy lips curved into an easy smile, crinkling the delicate crow's feet at the corners of his kaleidoscope green eyes.

"Afternoon," Harry said in that lazy, husky drawl that used to make millions of fans swoon. He flicked his eyes down to your handiwork before bringing them back up to your face. "Looking good there, newbie."

You blinked, not trusting your ears for a moment before realizing with a jolt that Harry was very much real and quite close. Like, unnecessarily close for your over-stimulated brain to handle.

"Uh...I-I, um...th-thank you?" you croaked out, wanting to cringe at how lame you sounded. Get it together, this wasn't the time to geek out–you instructed yourself.

But Harry didn't seem to notice your fumbling, simply giving you a dimpled half-smile before reaching around you to snag a stray piece of trimming from the butcher's block. He inspected it contemplatively before popping it into his mouth, those plump lips wrapping obscenely around the bite as he chewed and ruminated with relish.

"Perfection," he declared after swallowing, shooting you another crooked grin like you were co-conspirators sharing an inside joke. With a subtle wink, Harry pivoted on his boot heel and sauntered off, whistling a jaunty tune.

As he retreated, you risked a glance down at his form-fitting trousers shamelessly admiring the way the fine fabric cupped the ample curves of his pert backside. Even at his age, Harry Styles had the muscle-toned body of a man decades younger - long, lean muscles taut under golden tanned skin.

You blinked hard and shook your head, annoyed at catching yourself ogling your new boss like a drooling fangirl. Pull it together! This was totally inappropriate and unprofessional. You had zero business daydreaming about someone who gave you your paycheck, no matter how obscenely famous and heartthrob-ishly handsome they were.

Firmly re-focusing on your knife work, you determinedly put Harry from your mind and tried to re-immerse yourself in the rhythm and refuge of the butchery. But the memory of his distractingly lush mouth so close kept replaying over and over, preventing you from recapturing your previous sense of meditative flow.

Dammit, you needed to get a grip! This kind of inappropriate crush on your employer was exactly the kind of silly, immature behavior that would make you look like a unprofessional joke in a serious kitchen environment. Blowing an opportunity like this was not an option.

Later, as you untied your apron strings and joined the team in breaking down the last stations for cleaning at closing, Thomason sidled up alongside you. You braced yourself for more of his typical gruff rebukes or criticisms.

Instead, the veteran chef simply gave you a long, considered look before saying gruffly, "You did good work today, kid. I can already tell you got the stuff to handle it around here if you keep your head down."

You blinked up at him in surprise before managing a small smile. "Thank you, chef. I really appreciate that."

Thomason grunted noncommittally before wandering off, likely to oversee something else. As you tidied your workstation, you couldn't help feeling a small glow of pride. Despite the craziness of your first day, you had seemingly passed this initial trial with flying colors.

As you left through the back entrance into the quiet night air, you took a deep breath and allowed yourself a satisfied smile. Maybe, just maybe, you really did have what it took to succeed in this highly competitive environment after all. For tonight at least, you had handled the punishing pace and standards. Tomorrow was another day to prove yourself all over again.

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Your day started before sunrise the next morning, brewing a strong coffee and reviewing the notes you had taken the previous evening about which menu items needed prepping. By the time you arrived at Haus, reinvigorated by the crisp morning air, the kitchen was already a hive of activity in preparation for lunch service.

The intense scrutiny under which you worked only amplified with the daylight. Every slice, every sauté was carried out under the watchful eyes of Chef Thomason and his steely gaze. More than once, you felt his presence looming over your shoulder, inspecting your work with the same critical eye as a diamond cutter examining a flawless gem.

"This slice is uneven," he barked, startling you. You flinched, resisting the urge to make excuses as he continued, "The portions all need to be identical for plating. Paying attention to details like that is the difference between a sloppy meal and a stellar one. Don't let it happen again."

"Yes, chef," you replied tightly, making a minor adjustment to your knife work. Though his words stung, you had to admit Thomason was completely right. In a restaurant of this caliber, any minor imperfection could spell disaster.

You redoubled your efforts, pouring all of your concentration into each preparation, each plate. By the time the end of your shift rolled around, you were drenched in sweat, your feet screaming from being on them for 12 hours straight. But you had successfully made it through day two without any major mishaps.

As the whirlwind of dinner service finally calmed to a stopping point, you stood in the kitchen obediently waiting for Thomason's inspection and inevitable critique. But to your surprise, he merely gave a curt nod of approval before waving you off.

"Not bad, newbie," he grunted. "Get a good night's rest. We'll need you back bright and early tomorrow."

Those few gruff words of acceptance warmed you more than any high praise could have. For Thomason, a man of very few words, his small nod seemed to indicate you were, for the moment, living up to his exceedingly high standards.

The high from that small victory buoyed your spirits as you made your way towards the back exit, already dreaming of the few hours of sleep you might be able to grab before starting the cycle over again. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly bowled someone over coming around a corner.

"Whoa there!"

You froze, looking up into the grinning, mirthful eyes of Harry Styles himself. Up close, the force of his charm and magnetism practically crackled in the air around him like a physical force. His sweater clung distractingly to his lithe, muscular frame and his chestnut hair was casually tousled. A pair of small diamond studs glinted in each ear.

"Sorry about that, H-Harry," you stammered, resisting the urge to take a flustered step back. You were vividly aware of just how little physical space separated the two of you. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

If he noticed your frazzled state up close, Harry didn't let on. His pink lips merely curved in an easy, dimpled smile. "No need to apologize. I don't usually make a habit of lurking around blind corners, to be fair."

You laughed before you could stop yourself, surprised at how easily he was putting you at ease despite your elevated heart rate. Up close, Harry's eyes weren't just green - an entire kaleidoscope of colors ranging from jade to emerald to amber seemed to shift and dance in his gaze. It was...dazzling, frankly.

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to take a subtle step backwards, putting a more professional amount of space between the two of you. The last thing you needed was to do something wildly inappropriate that would get you fired before the end of your first week.

"Still, I should have been paying better attention to my surroundings," you replied, aiming for a respectful, levelheaded tone. "It's been a really intense couple of days just trying to stay on top of everything."

Harry nodded in understanding, arching one perfectly sculpted brow. "Thomason hasn't let up on you at all, I take it?"

When you shook your head ruefully, he chuckled. "I know that seems like his permanent state - gruff, perpetually unsatisfied, and grumpy as a hibernating bear. But honestly, the fact that he hasn't fired you already is a good sign you're doing well."

You blinked at him in surprise. "Wait...really? But he critiques everything! I feel like I've gotten nothing but corrections so far."

"Exactly." Harry's dimples flashed as he grinned. "That's how you know he sees potential in you. If Thomason didn't think you had what it took, he wouldn't waste his breath giving feedback. He'd just cut you loose and hire someone else to start over."

His words were like a soothing balm on the anxiety and self-doubt you'd been carrying around for the past couple of days. You hadn't realized that Thomason's critical approach was actually a twisted form of acceptance and mentorship. The revelation caused the hard knot of tension between your shoulder blades to finally release.

"Huh," you exhaled, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips as you finally understood Thomason's tough love. "I guess I should take that as a compliment then."

"Absolutely," Harry agreed with an approving nod. Then his expression softened around the edges, growing earnest as his gaze searched yours. "Look, I know it's a huge adjustment and the pace here can be absolutely brutal starting out. But for what it's worth...I think you've got what it takes to be something really special in this kitchen."

You felt yourself flush at his unexpected praise, your stomach fluttering with a swarm of nervous butterflies. Harry held your eyes for a lingering moment before seeming to mentally collect himself.

Clearing his throat, he flashed you one more crooked grin. "But don't take my word for it - the proof will be in your work. Stay focused and trust the process. I've got faith you can handle it."

With that, he brushed past you, his shoulder grazing yours in a way that made your entire body buzz with friction. As Harry sauntered off down the hallway, you couldn't stop yourself from turning to watch his retreating form - the easy, rolling gait, the tantalizing sway of his hips below the slim cut of his trousers, the tousled waves of his chestnut hair.

You let out a shaky exhale, feeling off-balance and electrified all at once. Get a grip, you scolded yourself firmly. That was your boss - your incredibly famous, wealthy, and wildly attractive boss. Daydreaming was a one-way ticket to catching inappropriate feelings and potentially torpedoing your entire career before it even started.

And yet...you couldn't quite silence the part of your brain reliving Harry's velvet tone and intense eye contact as he professed having faith in your abilities. Just the casual warmth of his voice and proximity had set your heart pounding in a way it hadn't since you were a hormonal teenager, utterly dazzled by his rock star persona.

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to turn on your heel and head for the exit. Overthinking could only lead to dangerous territory. You needed to stay laser-focused on your work - that was the only way to succeed at Haus and make your culinary dreams a reality.

As you stepped out into the fresh evening air, you paused for a moment on the deserted back stoop, closing your eyes and taking a few centering breaths. When you opened them again, you felt the last fluttering tendrils of Harry's heated presence dissipate, replaced by a familiar sense of determined calm.

This job was your priority now, not silly schoolgirl crushes or indulging fantasies about your wildly unattainable boss. You knew better than to get distracted by daydreams that could only lead to self-sabotage.

With a decisive nod, you strode towards your car with renewed focus. You would prove yourself at Haus through your skills and work ethic alone. No other agenda, no unprofessional entanglements allowed.

Your passion was cuisine, creating nourishing dishes that delighted - that had to remain your sole priority. You couldn't afford any distractions from that lest you squander this incredible opportunity. Steadying your breathing, you looked forward with fresh clarity and resolve.

Tomorrow was a new day to earn your place in Harry's formidable kitchen. And this time, you vowed, you were utterly prepared to meet the challenge with your complete and undivided focus.

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tell me if you like this! this is an idea for a new series that will probably have 6 parts??? i guess. but do tell me if you like it! because there's no use in writing when nobody reads 😭😭

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wandasaura · 11 months ago

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30 and 37

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier

— why was this the hardest one i’ve tried to answer. maybe seeing texts from friends in the morning? knowing someone was thinking about me when i was asleep?

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I’m obsessed with how obsessed sugar daddy Harry is with his bestie turned gf😩 how he can’t keep his hands to himself with her. I bet they’ve gotten noise complaints from her neighbors😏💕💕

Hiii babes!! I’m also obsessed with how completely obsessed he is with his now gf and they’ve probably gotten a few noise complaints indeed😂 I had to write a little something inspired by this!💖

Find all things Delicate here🌟

CW: language, tiny bit of use of the nickname Muffin (y’all hate this I’m sorry), mentions of sugar daddy stuff, dirty talk (we all know Harry says freak shit to his bestie/gf), semi public sex (balcony) and smut.

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: I’m combining this and a request for Harry to go all in on the sugar daddy role now that his bestie is his gf! Hope y’all enjoy this madly in love freaky deaky duo! Also sorry it’s not properly edited so if you see mistakes I’m sorry!

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Summary: Harry takes you on vacation and things get a little loud🌟

“You know this is the exact kind of thing I was expecting when I went looking for a sugar daddy.” Harry lets out a laugh as his hands rub your feet that are in his lap on the outdoor sitting area of the hotel the two of you have been staying at the past several days.

“Oh yeah? You were expecting someone to fly you out to Italy and put you in a fancy hotel for two weeks?” He asks as you take a sip of your wine that you hadn’t finished during lunch.

“I mean obviously I wasn’t going to be picky on the destination but yes.” You say with a playful smile on your face. “I was expecting lavish trips and lots of gifts.” Harry turns his head and looks at you with a raised brow as his hands travel up to your ankles giving them soft squeezes.

“I’m calling bullshit.” You let out a dramatic scoff as you place your wine glass down on the floor next to the couch the two of you are lounging on. “You huffed and puffed over me paying your rent yet you were expecting lavish trips and gifts?”

“That’s different because it’s you.” Harry rolls his eyes as you sit up so you can reach over and run a hand through his hair. “If it was a stranger then I wouldn’t care as much about them spending money on me but you know how I am about friends spending money on me it makes me feel-weird.” You explain making Harry just nod because he’s heard this before and he understands, of course he understands he’s been your bestfriend for years and can remember the first time he paid the bar tab while out with a group of friends and you about threw a hissy fit and demanded he let you give him cash for your portion.

“That’s all fine and dandy Muffin but I don’t think you and I are exactly friends right?” He argues as his hands slide up your legs, wrapping around your calves.

“Are you saying you don’t want to be my friend anymore?” Your tone is filled with what Harry knows is your fake sad voice, you give him your best pout that makes him rub his lips together to hide his smile. “That’s rude.” Your words have Harry letting out a fake little whine as he sits up and moves so he is hovering over you, situated between your legs that were just in his lap.

“I really am so rude aren’t I?” He teases as you lean back and rest your head against a throw pillow while he brings a hand up to grip the armrest. “For wanting to be your boyfriend who spoils you all the time.” His eyes are swirling with something you’ve gotten used to seeing mixed in with his usual emerald green color over the last few months, a dark lust filled hunger that has your pulse racing and the butterflies going off in your tummy.

“Yes so-so rude.” Your voice is strained and Harry lets out a chuckle as his eyes travel down your body, his hand resting on your hip feeling the soft fabric of your shorts. You let out a soft gasp when you feel his hand slip down between your thighs, his thumb delicately rubbing right over your clothed covered clit.

“So rude for wanting to spend all my time loving on you.” His eyes don’t leave yours as he runs his index finger up and down the front of your shorts, teasing you with his thumb that’s working slow circles over your sensitive bundle. He smiles down at you when he can feel a wet spot forming making your hips roll into his hand seeking more, always wanting more of whatever it is Harry’s willing to give you.

He leans back letting you get a decent view of his tanned and well toned upper body, your eyes hungrily take in every dark swirl of ink on his chest all the way down to the butterfly on his well defined abs until they land on the ones right above his hips. Harry watches you with an amused look on his face as you lick your lips before your eyes bounce back up to his face. His hands grip the waistband of your shorts and you instantly lift your hips letting Harry work them down your thighs until he can toss them behind him without caring where they land. You bend your legs at the knee, placing your feet flat on the couch cushions and spread them open a little more letting him get a better view of your soaked core, he lets out a low hum of approval as he hovers over you, hands on either side of your head gripping the armrest.

“I’m so rude for always giving you what you want huh?” His lips are right next to your ear, his voice is husky as he gently rolls his hips letting you feel how hard he is through the thin material of his green swim shorts. He gives your earlobe a little nip making you let out a soft moan that has his hips rolling against you, the fabric of his shorts rubbing against your clit making your hands reach out and grab onto his back as a surge of pleasure rushes through you.

“You’re being mean.” You whine, Harry lets out a breathy chuckle causing goosebumps to form on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Oh now I’m mean?” He teases with pout that you can feel against your neck. “Letting your soaked little cunt get a feel of my hard cock is mean?” He asks as his lips travel down the side of your neck, one of his hands comes down and pushes your shirt up over your breasts before resting on your hip. “I thought you loved my cock baby?” He rolls his hips harder this time letting the tip of his clothed cock poke at your entrance leaving a wet patch on his shorts.

“I do-love how big it is and how full it makes me.” You say with a moan as your hands slide down his back as his lips kiss down your chest, nipping lightly at a mark he gave you a few days ago that’s beginning to fade right next to your right nipple.

“I know you do muffin- you love how full my big cock makes you feel when it’s deep inside your tight little cunt.” You close your eyes as he flicks your pebbled nipple with the tip of his tongue, his hand moves from your hip to the waistband of his shorts pulling them down just enough to free his already leaking cock. “Always takes me so well like it was made just for me.” He gives himself a slow stroke before he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Just for you Har-oh god.” He pushes into you without warning making you let out a loud cry of pleasure at the delicious feeling of Harry stretching you out with every inch of his thick shaft that he pushes inside of you with a harsh thrust of his hips.

“Am I still being mean baby?” Your nails dig into his back as his hips find a steady rhythm that has you letting out soft gasps and moans with every deep hard thrust. “Is it rude of me to fuck my fat cock into this warm wet pussy?” He asks before taking your nipple into his mouth, giving it a few swirls with his tongue before moving over to your other one.

“N-no no you’re-you’re amazing.” Your words are jumbled and mixed with breathy moans as you feel a pressure building deep in your tummy. His tongue works your nipple in his mouth as his hips quicken their pace, you let out a harsh cry of his name when his hand slides between the two of you so he can press tight circles against your clit with his thumb.

“God I love the sounds you make for me baby-how loud you get when I hit that spot right there.” You feel your toes want to curl and a moan falls out of your mouth as the tip of Harry’s cock nudges that special spongy spot deep inside of you. “Need to feel you wrapped around me everyday-oh fuck I need to have my cock buried in this pussy every single day for the rest of my life.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust of his hips, he pulls back to just the tip and slowly pushes back into you making your back arch as your hips work to match his pace. He lets out a groan as he sits up, his hand on the back of the couch and his eyes glued on where the two of you are connected.

“Don’t stop-oh please don’t stop Harry.” You beg as he pulls out to the tip again, his eyes darkening when he sees his shaft glistening with your arousal. He watches in awe as your tight hole opens up for him and takes him all the way with one solid thrust that earns him a deep moan from your parted lips.

“Don’t worry muffin-I’m gonna fuck this tight cunt over and over again until you’re a crying mess for me.”

“Fuck fuck-oh yes yes just like that.” Your hands grab at your chest as Harry’s thrusts get harder, causing the metal legs of the couch to make a slight screeching sound as they skid across the tile concrete floor.

“Can feel you squeezing me baby.” His voice is rough as his reaches down and places his thumb back over your sensitive clit. “Let go for me-come all over this big cock you love so much.” His words have you tipping over the edge and the pressure snapping in your lower tummy as your release has your toes curling and a mixture of his name and a few curse words tumbling from your mouth.

“Oh shit-oh oh fuck.” Harry pumps his hard length into you as he grabs one of your legs and props it over his shoulder letting him get even deeper with each thrust. “Har-Harry oh god.” Your head is spinning as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby you’re so messy I love it-love feeling you clenching all around me-shit I wanna fill you up I’m so-fuck I’m so close baby.”

“Yes yes want it so bad-give it to me please.”

“I’ll give you anything you want baby.” You let out a cry of his name as his thumb adds pressure to your clit. “Ohh fuck.” Harry’s eyes snap shut as his hips give you a few more harsh thrusts before he’s spilling into you, coating your walls with his warm load.

“I love you.” You say breathlessly as Harry slowly works himself through his release. His eyes go soft as he looks down at you with your hair a mess and your eyes glassy and cheeks flushed.

“Yeah? Love me so much you’ll let me spend some money on you today?” Your snarky response gets caught in your throat as Harry pulls out and lowers your leg from his shoulder, his thumb increasing its pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves as he sinks his index and middle finger into your dripping pussy.

“H-Harry.” You whine his name, the squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your drenched hole is music to Harry’s ears making him let out a deep moan as he leans over you.

“Answer the question baby-can I spend some money on you today? Spoil you just a bit?” You just nod your head as you feel him curve his fingers as the plunge deep inside you. “Can’t hear you muffin-use your words for me.” His lips are on the side of your neck, you feel yourself slipping off the edge into the deep end of a pool of blissful pleasure when he adds a third finger.

“Yes-yes buy me things-want it.” Harry smiles against your skin as he quickens the pace of his fingers, his thumb moving in tight circles until he feels your walls start to pulse around him.

“Doing so good baby-so pretty when you come for me.” His sweet words make you let out a moan of his name as his fingers fuck into you at a steady pace. “Love you so much sweetheart-just let go for me baby.” His lips find yours as you feel the tension in your lower tummy snap, your arousal mixed with his drips down Harry’s fingers and his wrist making a mess on the couch.

You wrap your arms around his neck as your hips work to meet his pace as you ride out the high of your release. Harry hums in delight as he pulls away from the kiss, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks at you. A blissful sigh leaves your lips as you drop your arm from around his neck and accidentally knock over your wine glass when you let your hand drop off the couch.

“Always making such a mess.” Harry teases making you let out a huff as you try to catch your breath while he slowly removes his fingers from being tucked up inside you, he laughs as he reaches down and picks up the empty glass. “Come on let’s take a shower then go see if that shop down the street still has that dress you liked the other day.” He gives you a look as he stands up, tucking himself back into his shorts and holds his hands up for you to take.

“Will you wash my hair for me?”

“Wash your hair? Are you that exhausted?”

“I’m not answering that because your ego doesn’t need to be anymore inflated.”

“True it’s pretty big enough already but really are you too tired to wash your own hair?”

“If I say yes does that mean you’ll do it?”

“Baby I’ll do it regardless I’m just wondering if I should carry you to the shower or not and let you have a little nap afterward before shopping.” You quirk a brow as you take his hands and let him help you up off the couch.

“Yes.” Harry lets out a laugh as you hold your arms up in the air waiting for him to attempt to pick you up. “You should carry me and yes to a nap.” You add and Harry just rolls his eyes as he quickly tosses you over his shoulder making you let out a squeal because you were expecting something a bit more romantic.

“Fuck you really did make a mess.” He says with a laugh as he looks down at the wet spot on the couch where your bottom was pressed into it. Before you can say anything he is turning around and heading into the room towards the walk in shower.

“Tell me baby who bought you this pretty little dress?” Harry’s deep voice has you letting out a moan as you turn your head so your cheek is pressed against the soft fabric of the sheets on the bed in your hotel room.

Your new dress pushed up over your hips and your ass in the air as he stands at the foot of the bed, his hands on your hips as he thrusts his hard cock into your tight cunt. Having not been able to control himself as soon as the two of you got back into the room from dinner he had you bent down on the bed and was pushing his painfully hard length into your warm wet hole before you could even fully get your shoes off.

“You-you did.” You answer with a moan as he gives you a harsh thrust that has you gripping the sheets.

“That’s right and why did I buy it for you?” His grip tightens on your hips and you know you’ll have little bruises there in the morning but you don’t mind, you like the little reminders of the times he can’t control himself because his need for you is too strong.

“Be-because you-ohhh god.” Your words get lost in a muffled cry as Harry’s thrusts get harder and faster, fucking you into the mattress with a determination to have you turn into a withering mess by the time he’s finished with you.

“Focus baby.” His lips are on your lower back as he moves a hand from your hip and slides it to your front so he can rub his middle finger against your puffy oversensitive clit. “Why’d I buy you the dress hmm? Why do I spend money on you sweetheart?” You let out a sharp cry as he begins to rub tight little circles over it sending shivers down your spine all the way to your toes.

“Because you-you lo-oh fuck-you love me.” You feel him place open mouth kisses to your lower back as you answer his question between soft moans.

“Exactly.” You feel your body start to get tingly as he pounds his big cock into you. “I love you so much-I buy you pretty things and take you out places- but then I get to watch you fall apart for me while I fuck this sweet little pussy of yours.” His words have you white knuckling the sheets as your walls begin to flutter around him. “But you love it don’t you baby? Love getting your pussy pounded by me and my big cock huh? Need it just as bad as I do.”

“Yes yes yes.” The words leave your mouth in a jumbled mess but Harry hears them loud and clear as you start to come undone.

“Love when I buy you pretty things and take you to fancy places? Love being my messy little muffin?”

“Love it-so so much.” Harry lets out a groan as your walls start to squeeze around him, he puts more pressure on your clit and that’s when you push your hips back to meet his thrusts and he feels your climax hit you. You let out a strained cry of his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you soaking his shaft in your arousal.

“There you go-that’s my good girl.” You let out a pitiful whine when he pulls out but he’s quick to help you roll over so you’re flat on your back with your head resting on your pillow. “Need to see that pretty face-fuck baby you’re so perfect.” His sweet words have you reaching your hands out for him, he gives you a smile as he hovers over you, his lips find yours in a heated kiss as he slides his hard shaft back into your warmth.

“Oh.” Your gasp has Harry grinning against your lips as he thrusts into you at a deliberately slow pace, trying to pull every ounce of pleasure from to that he can.

“Feels like heaven being tucked deep inside you like this.” His lips travel down your jaw as he keeps his slow pace, he lets out a deep moan when you wrap a leg around his hip pulling him closer. “Shit baby I’m so-fuck fuck I’m gonna come-where do you want it baby?”

“Wanna taste it.” Harry lifts his head and looks at you and when you nod and slide your leg from over his hip he quickly pulls out and leans back so he’s resting on his knees. He gives himself a few quick pumps as you sit up and bend over, your eyes meet his as your lips wrap around his tip, he lets out a loud moan of your name as you take him further into your mouth.

“Fuck yes baby-just oh god yes just like that.” He tilts his head up and closes his eyes as you gag around him when the tip of his long cock hits the back of your throat sending him over the edge. You feel him come in long spurts, swallowing it all down as he lets out a cry of your name as you bob your head and work him through his release. “That’s it baby-it’s all for you swallow it all down.” He brings a hand down and tangles it in your hair as you slowly pull off his spit slicked cock with a light pop. “Fuck I’m so obsessed with you.” He says with a breathy laugh that has you giggling as he gently tugs on your hair until your face is tilted up towards him.

“I love-” the sound of a piece of paper being slid under the door of your room has your words caught it your throat. Harry turns his head to face the door, his hand leaves your hair letting you sit back on the bed while he climbs off and normally you’d get a chuckle out of him walking around with nothing but his short sleeved dress shirt on but right now you’re more worried about if the person who slid the note under the door heard the two of you or not.

“Well this is a first.” His voice is laced with amusement as he reads over the note while walking back over to you on the bed. “It seems my love that someone was worried about your safety due to some unusual sounds coming from our room and-balcony today.” You feel your face get bright red as he tosses the note onto the nightstand before kneeing his way over to you on the bed.

“Oh my god.”

“So you’ll have to call the front desk and let them know you’re fine.”

“Me? I’m not-no fucking way am I calling them.” Harry lets out a laugh as he grabs your knees and spreads your legs over so he can situate himself between them.

“Fine we will just go have a drink at the bar downstairs and they’ll see just how perfectly fine you are.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he rests his chin on your lower tummy.

“Oh god this is so embarrassing.” You hide your face in your hands as Harry runs his hands up and down your sides. “And all your fault.” You tell him once you move your hands from your face so you can send him a glare.

“Yeah well I’m your boyfriend I’m supposed to make you scream my name that’s one of the perks of the gig.”

“You are so annoying.”

“And you apparently are so damn loud people think I’m murdering you.” You roll your eyes as he gives you a playful wink.

“Go get a cloth or whatever and clean me up so we can go let these lovely people know I’m alive and well.” Harry lets out a laugh as he moves so he’s hovering over you.

“Oh yeah I’d say you’re very well indeed- well fucked and fed all thanks to me and well dressed thanks to oh-yeah that’d also be me.” You give his chest a few swats but Harry catches the way your lips curve upward as you fight off a laugh. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too Harry.”

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