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w2soneshots · 5 months ago

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Hi! You wanted some w2s requests and I have been obsessed with the idea of Harry coming off the pitch after the charity match and then spending the night with his girlfriend who has been living the WAG dream for the day. Make it whatever you want I just need sweaty Harry in a football kit.

Wag -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: smut, head (m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie.

summary: after your boyfriend, Harry, played in the sidemen charity match and lost, you go back to your hotel room and make him forget all about the result.

notes: hii loves! Thank you anon for this request (I also combed it with this smut req😋), I’m obsessed🫶🏼. The match was sooo good and Harry looked unbelievable😌. Enjoy❤️‍🔥✨

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y/username: words can't explain how proud I am, 4.7 million raised for charity! + thoroughly enjoyed being a wag for the day🤭🤍

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ksi: all for a good cause man!!!

faithlouisak: so so cute🥹

-> y/username: love u bb

tobjizzle: 🫶🏿

y/nfanpage21: you look GORGEOUS omfg

user: WAG y/n is iconiccc

Today your long term boyfriend, Harry, played at Wembley in the sidemen charity match. The match finished just a short while ago and you've been waiting in the friends and family lounge for him to finish up in the changing rooms.

"Hi," he greeted you with a tired smile as he, Ethan and Simon came to meet their girls. He wrapped his arms around you before you could say a word. You sighed softly, swaying back and forth.

"Ready to go babe?" You asked him quietly, as you'd planned beforehand to just get room service and skip the after game buffet. "Yeah, ready," he replied before pulling away from you. You smiled up at him as you intertwined your fingers and practically lead him out of the lounge. "Well done lads. Bye girls, we'll catch up soon!" You shouted to the couples before walking out of the doors.

You finally got back to the hotel, after an excruciatingly long car ride, in which Harry fell asleep on your shoulder mid way through. He felt a little more spritely after his power nap and so when you entered the room, after kicking off your shoes and placing your bag down, you noticed that he was looking at you in a funny way.

"What?" You looked down, thinking there was something wrong with your outfit. He took a step forward. "y/n?" He asked, voice lowered. Your eyes widened slightly as you realised exactly what was about to happen.

Within seconds your lips had connected. A fire ignited in your stomach as the kiss intensified. His warm hand traveled up the back of your thigh, so you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his hip.

He grunted softly at the action and his free hand moved into your hair. He began peppering kisses down your jaw, leading to the hem of your top. He looked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled the straps down so your shirt fell and landed on your hips.

"Okay, you take yours off now. A top for a top," you breathless voiced. He was quick to comply, immediately reaching behind his back and pulling it over his head. You smiled cheekily.

It didn't take long before you were both completely naked, your bodies practically intertwined as you made out. You gently lead him over to the king sized bed, sitting him down on it as you remained standing above him.

Slowly you knelt in front of him, knees on the soft carpet. His mouth dropped open slightly. "Love, you don't have to-" "shhh..." you interrupted him, placing a finger over his soft lips. "I want to. Please?"

He breathed out a laugh as he leaned toward you. "How could I ever deny my girl?" You grinned happily before reaching out. "You like my nails baby?" You asked as your hand wrapped around the base of his hard cock.

"Hm?" He grunted in response. "I got a new set... just for you. Like em?" Your voice was teasing as he waited impatiently for you to move your hand. He finally looked down and he swore he almost came right then and there. You, like this, knelt in front of him with your perfect hand wrapped around him.

"I love them. Love you, I love you so much," he rushed out before letting out a breathy growl when you finally twisted your hand. You wrapped your mouth around his throbbing tip and swirled your tongue, then you took as much of him in as you could, using your hand for the rest.

"Fuck. Yes y/n... mmm... just like that love," he murmured, hand uncontrollably moving to the back of your head to assist your movements, being extremely gentle of course. You could feel him getting close but just before he could finish he pulled you off of his dick and lifted you onto the bed.

Within seconds you were laying on your back, the soft sheets underneath you. He looked at you for permission before quickly swiping his cock between your folds to soak up your juices and then immediately inserting himself into you.

"God- you're so wet for me sweetheart." He let out a loud grunt when he finally felt your walls squeezing him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the familiar feeling.

After a short moment he began pounding into you. His thumb circled your clit as your manicured nails scratched up his muscly back. "Haz- I'm gonna-" you let out a deep moan when your orgasm washed over you, Harry followed closely behind.

He practically fell onto you as you both caught your breaths. "If that's what I get when we lose I might do it more often," he whispered jokingly. "Just imagine what you'll get when you win, maybe next year." You smirked before pushing him off of you and walking towards the bathroom.

"Coming?" You asked. He shot up and stumbled off the bed as he rushed to follow you. You giggled before turning the shower on.

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whore4wroetoshaw · 4 months ago

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late nights after filming (w2s x reader)

"love, i'm home!" harry's voice echoed through the quiet of your shared flat. at the sound of his voice, you paused the rom-com playing halfheartedly on the television, the glow from the screen casting soft light across the living room. with a small smile, you got up and padded toward the hallway.

he was just kicking off his trainers, hair a hot mess and a face loaded with exhaustion—but the second he saw you, a tired smile broke across his face.

he stepped forward and pulled you into a warm embrace, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo like it grounded him after a long day.

"theere's my girl," he murmured.

you hummed, your arms winding around his waist, fingers absentmindedly brushing the back of his blue hoodie. "long day, hm?"

"you don't even know. i'm absolutely knackered. filming was absolute shambles." harry let out a dramatic sigh.

"that bad?" you pulled back just enough to look at him.

"swear down," he nodded, expression serious. "i missed you lots. just wanted to go home and sit down with my missus."

"then let's do that, yeah?" you grinned, reaching up to push his hair out of his face.

harry smiled, the kind that made his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. “yeah… sounds bloody perfect, that.”

you led him to the living room, still warm from the soft glow of the television, the corny rom-com still playing in the background. he clocked it immediately.

"watching love actually again?" he smirked, plopping down onto the sofa with a groan.

"mate, you know it's my favourite." you defended, curling up next to him as he pulled you to his side, your limbs entangling.

harry slung an arm around your shoulder, bringing you impossibly close to him as he sunk into the cushions further. “you’ve got so many films to pick from and you go for hugh grant in a turtleneck. again.”

"okay, i'm literally just going to get up and leave," you deadpanned—though the amused glint in your eyes gave you away.

“oh—no, no, don’t leave! i’m sorry,” he said through small bursts of laughter.

you gave him an unimpressed look.

"love, if you get up right now, i'll cry. genuinely. actual tears." he pouted slightly.

you rolled your eyes, trying to mask the wide grin on your face. "you're so dramatic."

"you love me." he nudged you slightly, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

"unfortunately." you reply, your voice muffled due to your face being half-buried into his chest.

after a few minutes of the quiet he’d been aching for all day, harry shifted slightly, then gently lowered his head into your lap, letting out a soft sigh as your thighs cradled him like the safest place in the world.

“reckon i could fall asleep right here.” he mumbled, his eyes half-lidded. "the best place in the world, this. right 'ere."

your heart tugged at that. you brushed your fingers through his messy hair, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "sleep, haz." you leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to his temple.

he hummed, already halfway there. "i'm keeping you forever."

your heart fluttered. leaning down once more, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. you just couldn't help it, y'know? he was so pure. he was yours.

so, you whispered against his skin. "home's not a place, y'know? it's you, harry."

he didn't reply, already fast asleep. but the smile that tugged at his lips as he dreamt? that said everything.

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luvrgeorge · 9 days ago

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HOME | harry lewis

summary: you and harry had just moved into your forever home, and your first idea was to christen every room in the house. warning: mature (mdni), kitchen sex, shower sex, sex in a bunch of rooms tbh, some are just suggestive some are just pure smut, hints of fluff if you squint wc: 4k a/n: obviously this isn’t every room but i just wrote the fun ones, and also it gets more explicit as it goes on i promise.

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you and harry had finally moved into your new house, after what felt like a lifetime of renovations, decorating, planning, and construction delays. the last few months had been chaotic, days filled with trips to hardware stores, late-night discussions over paint swatches, and weekends lost to sanding floors and assembling furniture. but now, finally, the chaos had settled, and the rooms no longer echoed with emptiness but with the sounds of a life beginnings

sure, you’d lived together before, flats tucked away in noisy corners of the city, cramped kitchens, single bathrooms, paper-thin walls where you had to whisper at night. but you’d always been searching for something more permanent, more yours. but now, for the first time, you weren’t just tenants. this place belonged to you. your names were on the deed. your fingerprints were on every doorknob, your laughter woven into the walls.

you could see a whole life here. you caught yourself imagining little shoes by the front door, drawings stuck to the fridge, your wedding dress hanging from the beams in the bedroom after a long, joy-filled day. but that was all still ahead. right now, it was just the two of you. no distractions, no deadlines, no more contractors calling at 7 a.m. just you and harry, a house that was finally yours, and a shared, giddy promise to break it in, to leave your mark in every room, every hallway, every forgotten corner. to make love slowly, wildly, lovingly, up against freshly painted walls and on top of new countertops.

the bedroom

the first place was the bedroom. after a long, exhausting day of moving boxes, directing movers, unpacking what felt like an endless number of things, and navigating the chaos of transitioning from one space to another, you were both too worn out to even think about christening any other part of the house. your bodies ached, your clothes were wrinkled, and the takeaway bags sat half-eaten on the kitchen counter, but none of that mattered.

your bed frame hadn’t arrived yet, it was stuck somewhere between a warehouse and your new postcode, so all you had was the mattress on the floor, surrounded by scattered throw pillows, a pile of half-unpacked clothes, and two perfectly placed nightstands that now looked a little ridiculous without a bed to frame. but even with the mattress on the floor, it felt like everything was where it was meant to be. you were home.

you were both too tired to do much, but somehow still too full of adrenaline to sleep. something about being in your house for the first night made it feel electric, everything was laced with anticipation. you couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop pressing your mouths to each other like you had something to say that words wouldn’t do justice to.

you were laughing between kisses, all giddy touches and breathless giggles, hands roaming clumsily like you couldn’t decide where to touch first. his lips were on your collarbone, your fingers tangled in his hair, your legs wrapped around him like you never wanted to let go. and when you rolled off the mattress and onto the soft, brand-new carpet, it didn’t even matter. you barely noticed. the carpet burn was worth it.

your back pressed to the floor, leg thrown over his shoulder, one of your hands in his hair and the other gripping his back, nails dragging across his skin like you needed to hold onto something real. his name spilled from your lips, loud and unfiltered, echoing through the empty halls, bouncing off bare walls and open doors. there was no one around to hear you, no one to muffle yourselves for, no downstairs neighbor, no shared wall. just you and harry and the sounds you made together, raw, honest, full of something that felt like both relief and celebration.

when it was over, neither of you had the energy, or the desire, to move. harry reached lazily for the sheets that had twisted off the mattress, tugging them over your bodies. he pulled you close, one arm draped around your waist, the other tangled in the mess of pillows on the floor. skin warm against skin, the smell of sex and sweat and fresh laundry lingering in the air. you could feel the faint vibration of his heart against your back, his breathing slow and steady, matching yours.

you didn’t even make it to the mattress again. you both fell asleep right there on the floor, wrapped up in each other, surrounded by the quiet hum of a house that had finally become yours.

the kitchen

your second day in the house moved at a slower pace, less chaos, more rhythm. the kind of day where the sun poured lazily through the windows, lighting up corners you hadn’t noticed yet. you spent the morning unpacking the final few boxes, organising drawers that would probably be rearranged a dozen times, deciding where to put the mugs, which drawer would be for cutlery, which cupboard would hide your mismatched tupperware. you did your first big food shop, walking every aisle like it was a date, hand in hand with harry as you debated pasta shapes and giggled over which cereal to get. you came home with far too many things, but it didn’t matter. it felt like the beginning of something real.

the pantry, your giant, echoing pantry, was practically empty, but you stood in front of it anyway, admiring the shelves and imagining it full, a quiet smile on your face as harry wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your temple. you cooked together for the first time in your new kitchen, laughing over burnt chicken and dancing around each other as you chopped vegetables, barefoot and content. and after dinner, you cleaned up like it was a ritual, your hips swaying slightly to whatever song was still playing through the speakers, harry stacking the dishwasher, you wiping down the counters.

you felt him before you saw him. the way his presence filled the room before his hands even touched you. then he was there, wrapping himself around you, his chest warm against your back, his arms pulling you in. his lips brushed against your neck, soft at first, then firmer, more intentional. he kissed a path down to your shoulder, pressing his hips against yours, the friction deliberate, teasing.

‘ready to christen the kitchen?’ he murmured into your skin, voice low and edged with a smirk that you could hear even if you didn’t see it. you didn’t answer. you didn’t need to. instead, you turned in his arms, your lips crashing into his, hungry and eager. in moments, clothes were gone, tossed carelessly across the kitchen floor, shirts forgotten on cabinet handles, trousers half-turned inside out. it all happened so fast, like you’d both been holding back all day, waiting for this.

his hands gripped your waist as he turned you around, strong and sure. your palms flattened against the cool counter, the surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. he bent you forward gently but with purpose, one hand on your back, the other guiding himself into you, a low groan leaving his throat as he filled you in one smooth thrust.

he said your name like it was sacred, like it grounded him. again and again, like a prayer, like he needed you to hear it, to know how completely he was wrapped up in you. your moans echoed through the kitchen, rising with every movement, bouncing off the tiles and cabinets, shameless and raw. the sound of skin against skin, the way your bodies moved together. it was messy and intense, and perfect in its imperfection.

your fingers gripped the other edge of the counter so tightly your knuckles turned white, trying to hold yourself steady as your body shook from the pressure building inside you. the cold countertop against your chest made everything sharper, the pleasure, the ache, the feeling of him so deep inside you it was almost too much. almost.

when you came, it tore through you, hot, blinding, almost too powerful to make a sound. your body shook beneath his, and still, he held you, still he moved with you, chasing his own release. when he came, it was with a broken moan into your shoulder, his body pressed tightly to yours as he rode it out, fingers digging into your hips like he couldn’t bear to let go.

he stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, resting his forehead against your back. then, with that same gentleness he always had, he pressed a kiss to the small of your spine, soft and reverent. he pulled out slowly, careful not to startle you, and disappeared for a moment before returning with your scattered clothes, helping you dress like it was instinct. like loving you didn’t stop once the sex was over.

he gave you a glass of water, kissed your shoulder again, and whispered something you couldn’t quite hear, but it made you smile anyway. the kitchen was warm with afterglow and the smell of dinner and the promise of more nights like this. more rooms to fill. more love to make.

the bathroom

you were heading for a shower, towel wrapped loosely around you, muscles aching in the best way from the last few days. the bathroom was one of your favorite spaces, clean and fresh, all glossy tiles and brass fittings, with a rainfall showerhead that felt unnecessarily luxurious. it looked like something from a magazine, but now, standing in front of it, you had absolutely no idea how to turn the damn thing on. you pressed one button, turned one dial, then another…. nothing. not even a drip.

‘harry?’ you called, a little helpless, a little amused.

he appeared almost immediately, barefoot and shirtless, hair a little messy. he paused when he saw you, towel hugging your body, your collarbones on display, drops of sweat still clinging to your skin. his eyes softened into something dangerous, something knowing.

‘can’t figure it out?’ he teased, stepping past you with a smirk. he turned a handle and pressed a single button, and water poured from the showerhead like magic. ‘easy’ he added, flashing you that look that made your stomach flip.

you turned, ready to step in, but caught him out of the corner of your eye, undressing. slowly. like he’d been invited. which he very much had not.

‘what are you doing?’ you giggled, towel still clutched to your chest.

‘christening the bathroom’ he said, smug, stepping out of his boxers. ‘move over’.

before you could even protest, he was in, tugging you gently under the warm stream, your towel dropped to the floor. his hands found your waist immediately, lips pressing everywhere, your neck, your shoulder, the curve of your jaw. the steam rose quickly, filling the room in a haze of heat, the sound of water echoing off the tiles, muffling the quiet moans already slipping from your lips.

he moved you back slowly, pressing you gently but firmly into the cool tiles, mouth trailing down your chest. his cock was hard, ready, and when he slid into you, you gasped at the sudden stretch, the slippery heat of him. it was messy and loud, water splashing around you, your hands bracing against the tiles as he thrust into you over and over, deep and relentless, holding you there like he couldn’t bear for you to slip away.

your moans mixed with the spray of the shower, his name tumbling from your lips again and again as his fingers gripped your hips, his mouth moving over your shoulder blades, down to your chest. he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, teeth grazing gently before he left a soft mark just above your breast. every inch of you was being touched, worshipped, loved.

when you came, it was all-consuming, your body trembling under his, the sounds you made lost in the thundering water. he followed with a groan against your skin, his movements slowing, more shallow, hips twitching as he spilled into you, holding you through every last wave.

he stayed there for a moment, his forehead against your back, both of you breathless and soaked, the tiles warm behind you from the water. then, as always, he softened, helped you step out carefully, wrapped your towel around you with a kiss to your shoulder.

you were still catching your breath when you started laughing. ‘harry, i didn’t even wash. i need to go back in’

he grinned, already reaching for the taps. ‘wait there’ he said, eyes glinting as he crossed the bathroom. he flipped the switch on the bath, filling it with hot water, pouring in bubble bath that frothed up almost instantly. he disappeared briefly and returned with candles and bath salts you hadn’t even unpacked yet, setting them along the edge of the tub, lighting them with careful fingers.

‘come on’ he said, helping you in like you were fragile, lowering you into the warm, sudsy water before sliding in across from you.

he took the shampoo bottle and squeezed some into his palm, rubbing it into your hair with the softest fingers, massaging your scalp, kissing your forehead as he did it. bubbles floated between you, some of them sticking to your cheeks as he blew them gently, both of you giggling, completely gone for each other. the room flickered with candlelight, shadows dancing on the walls as you leaned back, his feet tangled with yours, his hand resting on your thigh.

you felt clean, finally. not just from the water, but from the way he looked at you. from the laughter. from the love that filled every single corner of that room.

harrys recording room

harry had been filming most of the day, catching up on everything he’d missed over the last few days of moving chaos. the new filming room, his little kingdom of monitors, LED lights, and camera gear was finally set up, still smelling faintly of fresh paint and new cables. he’d spent hours recording with the rest of the sidemen: a few chaotic among us sessions, a couple of reaction videos, and a lot of shouting and laughing that echoed through the walls, occasionally making you smile as you heard him from downstairs.

meanwhile, you’d spent the day giving the rest of the house its final touches, packing away the last boxes, fluffing throw pillows, folding clothes into their rightful places, carefully arranging books and candles and picture frames. you moved from room to room until everything felt complete. until the house no longer looked like a project, but like a home. your home.

as the afternoon wore on, you made your way upstairs, deciding to check in on him, to see how much longer he’d be. you peeked into the filming room, catching him just as he was wrapping up. he was leaning back in his chair, saying a final goodbye to the boys, a small grin on his lips as he clicked off the call and shut down the software. when he turned around and saw you standing there, his whole face lit up.

‘hi, baby’ he said, voice warm and low, immediately holding out a hand to pull you toward him.

you walked over, letting your hands rest on the arms of his chair before climbing onto his lap, straddling him with ease, one leg on either side of his thighs. he looked up at you like you were the only thing in the world worth seeing. his hands settled gently on your hips as he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his lips meeting yours in a slow, sweet kiss.

‘missed you’ he murmured, fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing soft, lazy circles up and down your spine. the kind of touch that wasn’t rushed, wasn’t needy, just full of quiet want, familiar and safe and magnetic.

it didn’t take long for the energy between you to shift, for the tension to build the way it always did when you were this close. his kisses deepened, slower but more intense, hands slipping higher beneath your shirt until he was pulling it off entirely. your bare skin met his as he pushed his own shirt up, and your lips met again, your hips already starting to rock against his in small, teasing movements.

he pushed his shorts down just enough to free his cock, already hard beneath you, the heat of him pressing against your core. you shifted slightly, just enough to push your thong to the side, your skirt bunched up around your waist as you reached down to guide him inside you, slowly, carefully, until he was fully seated in you.

your head dropped against his shoulder as you exhaled a quiet moan, and his hands tightened around your waist, steadying you as you began to move. you rocked your hips, slowly at first, your rhythm building with every breath, every kiss, every whispered curse from his lips.

his hands held you tight, not controlling you, just grounding you, thumbs pressing into your skin, following the roll of your hips like he was memorizing every part of you. your name spilled from his mouth over and over, breathless and reverent, his head tilted back against the chair as you rode him.

the gaming chair creaked beneath you with every motion, the sound mixing with your moans, with harry’s low groans, with the wet slap of skin on skin. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your chest flush against his, every movement sending sparks through you both.

his hands moved to your thighs, gripping them tightly as your pace quickened, chasing the high building between you. you leaned in, lips brushing his jaw, your breath hot against his ear.

‘you feel so good’ you whispered, and he growled softly in response, pulling you down hard against him, his hips starting to move in time with yours.

when you came, it was sudden, overwhelming, your whole body tightening around him, your back arching as a broken moan left your lips. harry held you through it, whispering soft praises, his hands stroking your sides as he followed close behind, his release drawn out, face buried in your neck.

you both stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other, the room warm with heat and breath and everything unspoken. finally, he kissed you again, slow and soft, like he didn’t want the moment to end.

‘imagine if i was still on the chat’ he laughed, voice smug, eyes glinting with mischief.

you immediately froze, eyes wide. ‘you better not be’ you gasped, twisting around in his lap, your hand shooting out to check the screens.

his monitors were dark, headphones hanging neatly on the stand, the camera light off. no open calls, no sidemen boys screaming in the background.

you exhaled, a dramatic sigh of relief leaving your lips. ‘jesus christ, harry’.

he chuckled, arms wrapping back around your waist. ‘i was just kidding, i made sure’ he said, kissing your bare shoulder with a grin that said he was far too proud of himself.

‘not funny’ you muttered, trying to hide your smile, still slightly mortified at the idea of anyone hearing even a second of what just happened.

‘it was a little funny’ he teased.

the living room

it was the end of what felt like the longest, but most incredible week of your life. the house was finally complete, fully unpacked, every piece of furniture in its rightful place, the bed frame finally built, shelves lined with books, and framed photos of you and harry scattered around the house.

you and harry were curled up on the couch, tangled beneath a shared blanket, the fireplace casting a warm glow across the room. outside, the weather was typically english, cold and damp despite it being summer, but neither of you minded. the windows fogged slightly from the warmth inside, the scent of fresh woodsmoke clinging to the air. the tv played some old movie you’d both seen a hundred times, the kind you could quote line-for-line without even trying, but neither of you were really watching. the world outside didn’t exist tonight.

harry’s arms were wrapped around you tightly, his hand resting against your stomach under the blanket, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin. you shifted slightly in his hold, looking up at him just as he leaned down to kiss you. it was slow, deep, full of feeling. the kind of kiss that pulled everything else into silence. he smiled against your lips, then gently guided you to lie back across the cushions, the soft blanket falling away as he moved with you, never breaking the connection.

his hands pushed your joggers down with care, leaving you bare and warm beneath him, the firelight dancing across your skin. he looked at you like you were made of something fragile, something precious.

‘you’re so perfect’ he whispered, his voice low and reverent.

then his lips were on you, pressing kisses to your thighs, soft and slow, before finally finding the spot you ached for. his tongue moved with practiced ease, tracing slow, deliberate patterns over your clit, his fingers holding your thighs apart, keeping you open for him. the sensation was overwhelming, hot and electric, your back arching off the couch as you moaned his name. he didn’t stop. he didn’t rush. he gave you everything, his mouth, his fingers, the low hum of pleasure that vibrated through you as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl.

your orgasm hit hard, crashing over you like a wave, your hands gripping at the cushions, breath catching in your throat, body trembling as you came against his mouth. harry didn’t stop until you were done, until you were soft and sensitive and melting into the couch beneath him.

he moved up slowly, kissing the inside of your thighs, your stomach, your collarbone, taking his time until his mouth met yours again. you could taste yourself on his lips, sweet and warm and shameless, and the kiss made your head spin all over again.

he shifted his position with that quiet confidence he always had, lifting the blanket just enough to free himself, his cock hard as he pulled it from his shorts. your breath hitched as he lined himself up, the heat of him pressing against your entrance, his eyes meeting yours like he was checking, one last time, that you were okay.

he slid into you slowly at first, letting you feel every inch, the stretch deep and delicious. his hands stayed firm on your waist, grounding you, steadying you. he moved with control, hips rolling in smooth, precise thrusts, his mouth on yours, kissing you through the soft moans that fell from your lips. his pace didn’t stay slow for long. once he felt the way you clenched around him, the way your hips bucked up to meet him, he gave in to the pull. the rhythm built, fast and hard, his grip tightening, pulling you down to meet every thrust.

the light from the fire cast golden shadows across the room, flickering along the sharp lines of his body, his toned chest, his flexing arms, the curve of his jaw as he moaned your name. his hair was messy, damp with sweat, curls falling into his eyes. he looked like something out of a dream, like art.

your legs trembled with every movement, sore and shaky, your whole body burning from the effort, from the pleasure, from the way he was absolutely wrecking you. every thrust pushed you closer, every kiss anchored you, until you were unraveling beneath him, crying out his name as your orgasm tore through you, hot and fast and overwhelming.

he wasn’t far behind. the second he felt you come undone, his own release followed, hips stuttering, a deep groan echoing from his chest as he spilled inside you, burying himself fully, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

you lay there for a moment, tangled and breathless, your bodies slick with sweat, your limbs limp and heavy with satisfaction. then, with a quiet grunt, harry pulled out carefully, shifting back onto the couch, tugging you with him. you settled onto his lap, chest to chest, your face buried in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head.

‘was this the final room?’ you asked, voice barely above a whisper, still dazed.

‘i think so’ he replied, breath warm against your hair.

‘oh god’ you giggled, curling into him. ‘i can’t believe we did it’.

‘maybe we have to move house again’ he said, mock-serious, his hand tracing circles on your back. ‘so we can start over’.

you laughed, smacking his chest playfully. ‘we’re never moving again’.

‘good’ he murmured, smiling as he kissed you once more, slower now, softer. ‘this one’s home’.

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livvymd · 3 months ago

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Starving for you. MDNI

you had barely made it through the door of your shared flat before his lips were on yours — all heat and hunger, like he had been holding back for hours on end. george backed you against the wall with a grunt, hands already roaming — face, shoulders, hips. going lower.

The makeout started messy. all teeth and tongues and breathless gasps. his lips we're fighting against yours like he'd been starving for days, and you were the only thing that could satisfy him. his hands fumbled with your waist once again, gripping like he needed to memorize the shape of you, like the thought of letting you go didn't exist. his tongue slid against yours with wet, desperate rhythm, slick and hot, tasting every inch of your mouth as if trying to drink you in.

he groaned low into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your lips, like he couldn't stop it — like the feel of you set something primal off in him. his hips rocked forward without rhythm, grinding into you through layers of of denim and cotton, rough and needy, like his body was already on autopilot, seeking out friction with a kind of shameless hunger.

you tugged on his hoodie — not gently, but with a clenched fist and trembling fingers, dragging him closer like gravity had suddenly intensified between you. each blind step toward the couch was frantic and clumsy, but neither of you cared. you stumbled together, mouths still fused, teeth occasionally knocking, fingers slipping under clothes, craving more skin, more heat.

when you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, he didn’t hesitate — settling his weight over you, his thigh slotting between yours like it belonged there. he rocked against you slow, deliberate, dragging the thick muscle of his leg against the clothed slick heat between your thighs, the pressure maddening. every movement made your breath hitch, and he felt it — groaned low in his throat like it spurred him on.

but then he stilled — just slightly — pulling back only far enough to rest his forehead against yours. his breath came in harsh, uneven bursts, lips parted like he’d just run a marathon, pupils blown wide and dark with want.

“i need to eat you out,” he rasped, voice wrecked with desperation. “let me. please. i've been thinking about it all fucking day. i’m going insane.”

you blinked up at him, dazed and throbbing, your whole body lit up and tense with want. his words didn’t feel rehearsed — they hit you raw, straight from his chest, hot and honest and filthy in that way only george could be.

“you’re begging?” you managed, your voice thinner than usual, but sharp with disbelief.

“yeah,” he said, instantly — not an ounce of shame in him. his eyes were wild, feverish. “i’d get on my knees and pray to your cunt if you asked me to. just say yes. please. i'll take such good care of you. let me take care of you.”

it struck you like a lightning bolt — obscene, reverent, hungry. your breath caught. the air was thick, electric between you, and your throat worked as you swallowed. you nodded — barely, shakily — but it was all he needed.

he moved like he’d been released from chains. dropped between your legs with a groan, like gravity yanked him down and he didn’t dare resist. his hands found your leggings and underwear and tore them down in one urgent, ungraceful pull, his fingers shaking slightly with how fast he needed you bare.

you lifted your hips for him, every nerve ending on fire, and when he looked up — paused for just a second — his face was stricken with awe. his eyes drank you in like you were something sacred, a living altar he’d dreamt of kneeling before. his mouth parted slightly, lips pink and damp, and he just looked, breath catching like the sight alone had knocked it from him.

“fuck...” he whispered, breath ghosting over your skin, voice already wrecked beyond repair. “you’re so wet already.” his nose brushed the inside of your thigh as he inhaled, slow and unashamed, like he was savoring it. “did i do that? hust from kissing you?”

you smirked, lips parting to deliver something cocky — a tease, something smug and sharp — but then his tongue met you.

one long, deliberate stroke from base to clit, and everything inside you snapped. yhe breath tore out of your lungs like a gut-punch.

he moaned — deep, guttural, like the taste of you was everything he’d been craving and didn’t dare believe he’d actually get. it vibrated through you, the sound of him already lost in it, like he’d just been handed divinity. and the way his mouth moved... it wasn’t tender. it wasn’t gentle. It was delirious. worship, yes — but the kind done on bloodied knees, desperate and filthy and raw.

your hands flew to his hair before you even realized, fingers tangling in the mess of it, gripping like you needed something to hold onto. you tugged, hard — and he groaned, loud against you, into you, the sound half-lust, half-gratitude. he liked it. fuck, he loved it.

then his tongue flattened against your clit and dragged — slow at first, letting you feel every velvet inch of it — before speeding up, circling, then flicking with maddening precision. his rhythm was erratic in the way only a man obsessed could manage — too hungry to be calculated, too skilled to be clumsy. your thighs started to tremble, and he didn’t let up for a second.

“fuck, george — ”

you gasped his name like it was the only thing keeping you grounded, your hips already twitching beneath him.

he hummed in response, mouth still sealed to you — like he could speak through vibration alone, and the message was clear: don’t stop, don’t think, just fall apart for me.

two fingers slipped between your folds, slick and hot, teasing your entrance. he didn’t rush — just pushed in with devastating ease, the stretch making your back arch instantly. you could feel the smirk in the way he moaned, deep in his throat, shameless.

your hips rolled against his face on instinct — seeking more pressure, more friction, more everythi —

and then he lost it.

something in him snapped — maybe it was the sound you made, or the way your hips rolled, just barely out of his reach — and suddenly his hands were gripping your thighs with bruising intensity, dragging you flush to his mouth with a growl that sent a bolt of heat through your spine.

“yeah,” he rasped, voice gravelled and soaked in lust. "ride my face. fuck yourself on me. please.

your hips jolted, instinctive and hungry. “you want that?”

he looked up at you, eyes blown wide, pupils eclipsing the color, lips shiny and slick with you. he looked unholy like that — ruined and reverent at the same time.

“i want you to fucking use me,” he said, without hesitation. “sit on my face if you want — i’ll take it. i need it.”

that was all the permission you needed. you grabbed a cushion, heart hammering, limbs shaky, and repositioned yourself, straddling his chest as he laid back eagerly, the heat in his gaze dragging over your body like a touch. you climbed over him, one leg at a time, until your thighs framed his face and his hands were back on your hips, urgent and trembling.

the second you sank down, he moaned — loud — and his tongue was right there, sliding up into you like it had missed you, like the few seconds without your heat had been too long to bear.

and this time, you were in control.

you rocked against him, slow at first, drawing tight little circles with your hips, feeling everything — the deliberate drag of his tongue, the way he licked like he was starving, the way every moan vibrated through his mouth into your cunt. ge let you ride him, no resistance — just open-mouthed devotion, his nose nudging your clit with every grind, his jaw tilting to meet your rhythm like it was sacred choreography.

“mmmf — fuck, that’s it,” he slurred beneath you, almost delirious. “ride me, baby. take what you need.”

you looked down, and the sight nearly undid you. he was a mess — flushed to his ears, eyes fluttering half-shut, mouth open and wet, tongue straining out for more like he couldn’t breathe without you. his cheeks were streaked with your slick, his hair wild from your fingers, and he looked like he loved it — like this was all he ever wanted.

you didn’t let up.

you rode him — harder, faster, grinding down with reckless abandon, chasing your own release, and he took it. hands digging into your hips, pulling you down with every roll, sucking and licking like he was getting high off the taste of you. the wet sounds were obscene, echoing off the walls, filthy and slick and so fucking hot.

your thighs started to shake, muscles twitching. you were panting, incoherent, nails dragging through his hair, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in the world.

“george — oh my — i’m gonna cum — ”

he moaned into you, loud and shameless, tongue flattening and flicking with purpose. his hands held you tighter, grounding you to his face as you shattered — hips stuttering, back arching, mouth falling open on a wordless cry.

and he didn’t stop.

he licked you through it, even as your legs trembled and your body tried to twist away. he held you down like he needed to feel every last pulse of it against his mouth, every quake of your thighs, every twitch of your overstimulated cunt.

“sensitive — fuck, george — ”

but he didn’t care.

he was so pussy-drunk, lost in it, moaning and humming with his eyes squeezed shut and his lips wrapped around your clit like he could live there.

“can’t stop,” he mumbled into you, voice low and hoarse. “not done. gimme another. wanna feel you shake again.”

you cried out, hips jerking, your whole body molten and overstimulated and soaked, but he kept going — tongue flicking, circling, lips sucking, nose pressed against you with such greedy focus that you couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to.

and then the second orgasm crashed into you — sharper, deeper — your vision blurred out in white static, your legs locked around his head, and you screamed, because it was too much and not enough and somehow perfect.

he groaned into you again, tongue relentless, lapping up every twitch, every drop, like he was starving for it. like he could keep doing this until you were ruined entirely.

and maybe he would have.

but eventually you collapsed to the side, boneless and gasping, your body too wrecked to keep going. he followed, lazy and content, chin glistening, lips red and swollen, eyes hazy with satisfaction.

you looked at him, your breath shaky, everything trembling, and whispered, “You good?”

he grinned, soft and ruined, and leaned in to kiss your thigh, slow and reverent.

“i’ve never been better.”

eventually, he peeled himself off the couch, muscles trembling slightly, face still slick and flushed with satisfaction. but instead of fully retreating, he shifted — crawling lazily toward you like a big, tired cat, and then collapsed again, this time with his head resting heavy on your thigh.

his cheek pressed into your skin, still warm and trembling beneath him, and he looked up at you — pupils still blown, hair a mess, lips swollen from everything he’d just done to you.

“can we go again?” he asked, voice low and hoarse, but somehow boyish too — as if he didn’t just worship your cunt like it was the only religion he believed in.

you blinked down at him, breath still uneven, your body barely pieced back together.

“oh my god, george.”

he grinned — lazy, unbothered, completely ruined and smug about it. one of his hands found your knee, fingertips dragging slow, absent minded circles against your skin.

“what?” he murmured, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to your thigh, lips soft but still hungry. “uou taste too good. i wasn’t done. thought i could make you cum again. or five more times.”

you groaned, somewhere between flustered and turned on all over again.

his smile widened like he knew.

“say yes,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “i’ll be good. i'll be so good.”

you knew you were in for a long night.

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wr2shw · 27 days ago

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Current boyfriend

description: doing the “current boyfriend” trend with your boyfriend

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader

genre: fluff (my attempt at humour)

Harry Lewis

you and harry are on a trip to italy when you decided to make the video, you told him you are documenting your trip and he didn’t seem to mind. “hello, guys. i am here in italy enjoying the warm sun, and look at this new handbag my current boyfriend brought me!” you say trying your hardest not to laugh.

harry smiles at the camera first but slowly realises what you have said. his eyebrows furrow and he looks at you. “what?” he asks softly.

“what?” you echo. trying not to laugh.

“you called me your current boyfriend?” he asked.

“yeah, well you are my current boyfriend.” you say, a little smirk forming on your face.

he notices it immediately. he grins as he catches you in your little prank. “right, your current boyfriend. you think there are gonna be future boyfriends?” he says, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“maybe.” you say, trying to be smug.

“right, so you can tell the engagement ring goodbye then.” he says smirking as he watches the smug expression wipe off your face.

“harry, are you serious? show me the ring!” you say, crowding him.

“oh no, ask one of your future boyfriends that.” he says, walking away from you slowly.

“harry, what the fuck, wait.” you say jogging after him as you end the video.

George Clarke

you both were just chilling at your place when you decided to record the video. “hello, guys, today i am going to unbox some pr packages i have received with my current boyfriend.”

he immediately picks up on it and decides to play along, “my current girlfriend is so excited to show you guys what she got.” he says catching you off guard.

you stare at him and then back at the camera. “okay, so first, we are going to open the package from m.a.c., do you want to do the honours, george?” you says, knowing he has already caught your act.

“i would love to, my current girlfriend.” he says, clearly trying to get on your nerves. and it was definitely working.

“okay stop it.” you say, half mad that your prank didn’t work and half mad at the nickname.

“it’s annoying isn’t it, poppet.” he says, grinning at you.

“ughh, you are so annoying.” you say trying your hardest to not blush and end the video.

Arthur Frederick

you are arthur were trying out some new food items at one of your favourite fast food joints when you decided to do the video. “hey, guys, today me and my current boyfriend are going to-“

“what the hell.” he says, dramatically. “your current boyfriend?!” he puts his hand on his heart, pretending to faint.

“yes, you are my current boyfriend.” you say, trying not to laugh at his antics.

“what? absolutely not letting that slide. you are not going anywhere. i am your only boyfriend.” he almost whines.

“yeah, well, for now.” you say teasing him.

“what do mean ‘for now’? y/n, i will jump off a cliff if you leave me.” he says.

you roll your eyes at his dramatic. “it’s a prank, you donut.”

“oh thank god.” he says hugging you. and you end the video with the biggest smile on your face.

Chris Dixon

you decided to do the prank when he was playing football in the backyard. “hello, guys, today my current boyfriend is going to show you his football skills.” you say pointing the camera towards him. at first he thinks he heard you wrong so he doesn’t react much. after he took a few penalties you say, “didn’t i tell you, guys, my current boyfriend is better than most premier league footballers when it comes to taking penalties.”

he turns to look at you, hands on his hips. “why are you calling me that?”

“calling you what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“your ‘current boyfriend’, it’s proper annoying you know.” he says.

“but you are my current boyfriend.” you say shrugging your shoulders a bit.

he narrows his eyes at you but then his expression changes. “you know what you should continue, current girlfriend.” he smirks.

“what?” you ask, dumbfound.

“yeah, yeah, i know about the stupid trend going around tiktok, george told me about it.” he says.

“fucking george, ruins everything.” you say, annoyed that your plan didn’t work. he chuckles as he strolls towards you.

“let’s go, now it’s my current girlfriend’s turn at taking the penalties.” he says. you groan and end the video.

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georgeclarkeys · 3 months ago

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rude boy - wroetoshaw

summary: drunk harry is horrifically rude to everyone except for you - 900 words

everyone always talks about harry being a nasty drunk so i thought this was appropriate lol

hope y'all don't hate it!

Harry Lewis was a nice guy. He might be a bit awkward sometimes, and he tended to throw sarcastic comments around, but in his heart he was a good person. There did happen to be a slight exception to your boyfriend's kind heart, and it always seemed to be brought out under the influence of alcohol. Drunk Harry could be very mean, and you had seen it in action.

Several years ago, the two of you had joined your friends on a ski trip. You were a few days late because Harry had some Sidemen business to attend to, but you made it nevertheless. Harry, deciding he had reason to celebrate, got incredibly wasted that night. You could only watch on in horror as he looked Chris’s poor girlfriend in the eyes and told her that no one would notice if she died. Obviously you jumped in, apologized profusely, and asked Will to help you remove Harry from the scene of the crime and get him up to bed.

Every time Harry found himself under the influence of alcohol, it was always the same exact order of events. He would get drunk, he would say something shockingly rude, and then you would apologize for him until he could sober up and do it himself.

Harry was less of a partier these days, and it had been a while since you had to apologize for him, but everyone still laughed about the memories of your horrible drunk boyfriend.

Today, the two of you were at a Sidemen event. It was a little bit more lowkey, and definitely more exclusive than a big party, but the drinks were flowing and the music was bumping. Everyone else was stood around mingling, while you found yourself on the couch in the corner of the room. You were tucked into Harry’s side with a drink in your hand, feeling a little buzzed. Harry had one arm slung lazily over your shoulder, and the way that his eyes were slightly lidded told you that he was also feeling the liquor. Faith made her way over and joined you on the couch, excitedly suggesting that you join her and Sabina for lunch next week. Ethan trailed slowly behind her, wrapped up in a conversation with Freezy. By the time they made it over to the three of you, it took Ethan exactly three seconds to notice that Harry was tipsy.

His eyes widened and he laughed, grabbing Faith’s arm, “Oh my God, babe, if Harry is as drunk as I think he is, I need you to get away from him right now.”

It was hard to understand Ethan through his booming laugh and the alcohol clouding your mind, but Harry’s response told you exactly what Ethan was talking about.

“I’m not drunk, you fat bastard,” he argued back, letting his hand drop from your shoulder to your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

Faith looked as confused as ever, head swiveling between Ethan and Harry as they laughed with each other, “What are you on about?”

You jumped in to explain to your friend as the boys continued to trade insults, “In the past, Harry has had a tendency to be horribly rude while drinking. I can’t believe you haven't heard any stories.”

Faith’s response was cut short by your boyfriend shouting at her husband, “No one loves you, mate!”

Your eyes snapped up towards his and you slapped your hand over his mouth before he said anything else, “Harry!”

You turn your gaze to Ethan, who is red in the face from laughing so hard, “You know he doesn’t mean that.”

Faith is also laughing at this point, “Well that seemed a bit uncalled for,” she breathed out.

You turned back to Harry, who was laughing sheepishly, and sighed, “See what I mean?”

Ethan piped up, “Hold on a minute, (Y/N) you’ve been around drunk Harry so much, how has he not said anything to make you break up with him?”

“Harry is never mean to me while drinking. He might actually be nicer to me than normal,” you replied, causing Ethan to scrunch up his face.

Harry gripped your hip tighter and pulled you into his lap, “Unfortunately for the rest of you, (Y/N) is perfect. I couldn't say something mean about her if I tried.” You turned your eyes toward his, and he met your gaze with a soft smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead. In classic Harry fashion, it took him about 30 seconds to ruin the moment. “Actually I thought of something. She takes all the fucking covers when we sleep. Ruins my evening sometimes.”

This sends Ethan into another fit of raucous laughter. You rolled your eyes at Harry, “You’re so annoying.”

Later that evening, the two of you were back at home getting ready for bed. Your boyfriend was already in your shared bed, leaned back against the headboard and waiting for you to join him. You finished up the last step of your nighttime routine before sliding into bed next to him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

“Not giving you any opportunity to steal the covers tonight, you’re staying right here,” he mumbled into your ear.

“Go to sleep, you absolute dork,” you muttered back, before drifting off in the comfort of his arms.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ - the next morning

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clarkeysbedchem · 3 months ago

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slut era interlude

harry lewis x fem reader

summary: harry offers to help get over your heartbreak.

warning: mature content (18+ only)

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Harry hadn’t really been someone you paid much attention to; he was just there. A friend of a friend really, you couldn’t think of a singular conversation you had with him that was more than two words.

But tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the drinks; maybe it was the mess your ex left you in; maybe it was how Harry’s been looking at you all night like he’s seeing you properly for the first time.

You were one too many drinks deep, tucked into a booth away from the others as you drowned in your pities alone. That was until Harry slipped in next you not saying a word, just watching the group dance wildly. His thigh pressed against yours, his hand rests casually on your knee like it had been there many times before as fingers tapped against your skin in a rhythm that drove you crazy.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "You know," he murmured, his voice low and rough from drinking and shouting over music all night, "I could help you forget about him."

You whipped your head around to look at him, half-laughing, half-shocked, “Yeah?" your response came out like a breath, the word slipping out before you can second guess yourself.

The grin on his face made your stomach flip, "Yeah."

His hand slid higher on your thigh, a slow and deliberate as if he was testing the water. Your breath hitched, as your eyes flickered to where his hand was and back up to his blown pupils. He was so close that you could smell the whiskey on him making your head spin.

"You don’t deserve to sit here feeling like shit because of some idiot," he said, words slurred just enough to be dangerous, "Let me fix it."

Your mind was a blur of Harry's blue eyes, the feeling of his hand on your bare skin, the heavy pulse of the music thudding through your chest. You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly you were kissing him desperately, like you need him to breathe.

He groaned against your mouth, deep and guttural, gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap. You gasp when his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue slid against yours in a way that made your whole body shudder.

Around you, the bar keeps buzzing with blurred laughter, clinking glasses but none of it registers. All you could focus on was Harry and the way his hands travelled over your skin like they belonged there.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, tugging you even closer, "You’re driving me mad."

Before your mind could catch up you were being guided out of the booth, Harry’s hand in yours pulling you towards the dark hallway near the bathrooms. He spun you around pushing you against the wall the second you’re out of sight, and his hands were everywhere - your waist, your hips, under your shirt.

"You sure?" he rasped, his forehead pressed to yours, breathing just as ragged you.

"Yes," you whispered, not a second of hesitation. "God, yes."

And after that there was no more talking. Just heat, and hands, and mouths. Harry’s kissing you like he was starving, like he needed you to survive. His hands at the edge of your shirt, dragging it up slightly, and honestly? you didn’t care if anyone saw, you just need him, now.

Every movement was messy and reckless, but it was exactly what you need.

And the second Harry mutters, "Forget about him. Just me. Just us," against your skin, you let yourself believe it.

For tonight anyway.

Harry’s mouth is everywhere possible, your neck, your collarbone, the curve of your jaw. Desperate kisses being pressed to your burning skin like he can’t get enough of you.

Your back hits the wall with a soft thud as he pressed himself into you fully, his body hot and solid against yours. One of his hands slipped up your side and under your shirt, his thumb grazing the underside of your bra. You gasp into his mouth, fingers knotting into his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer.

"You feel so good," Harry gasped, his voice rough and needy. His hands were shameless, sliding under the hem of your jeans, thumbs tracing circles over your hips. You shiver, hips tilting toward him instinctively, needing something, needing him.

He groans low in his throat, feeling you grind against him, "Fuck, y/n," he muttered, forehead falling to rest against yours again. His hips rock into you sending heat sparking through your veins.

"You sure you wanna do this here?" he asked, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking a mark just above your collarbone that made your knees buckle.

You nodded frantically, tugging at his shirt, "Please," you begged, breathless, needy, "I need you."

The way the words tumbled from your mouth made something snap in him. His hand slipped down the front of your jeans without hesitation, fingers finding you through your underwear, making you whimper into his mouth.

"Shit," Harry hissed, feeling how wet you were, "All this for me?"

You whimpered something that might be his name as his fingers teased you slowly through the thin fabric in maddening strokes that made your head fall back against the wall.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

His free hand slips up under your shirt, finally unclasping your bra with a clumsy flick, and his mouth was on you again pressing hot open-mouthed kisses across your chest as his fingers dipped beneath your underwear.

The moan that slipped passed your lips as he touched you for the first time was helpless, coming out louder than you had planned but your brain was too scrambled for you to think straight. Harry lips met yours in a hard kiss muffling your needy sounds, his tongue sliding against yours in the kisses that turned into all teeth and desperation.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me," he growled against your mouth, two fingers sliding inside you and curling just right making your hips jerk against his hand.

You were barely hanging on, clutching at his shoulders, his hair, whatever you could hold on to as his fingers worked in and out of you expertly bringing you toward the edge. His thumb brushed your clit in devastatingly slow circles, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

"Come for me," Harry muttered, voice dark and completely wrecked, his mouth on your ear. "Wanna feel you lose it."

It only took a few more thrust of his finger before you were falling apart them, muffling your cry against his mouth, your body shuddering through the waves of pleasure.

Harry kept you pinned to the wall through it, kissing you like he never wants to stop, like you're the only thing in the world.

When you finally pull away catching your breath, chest heaving against his, you realize he’s still rock hard - pressed against your hip, his breathing ragged against your bare shoulder. Every nerve in your body still buzzing, but the sight of him desperate, trembling slightly, and needing you lit a whole new fire under your skin.

You smirked, feeling bolder now, tipsy on adrenaline and the way Harry’s still clinging to you like he might fall apart without your touch.

"Your turn?" you whispered, your voice breathy as you brushed your hand lightly over the thick length of him straining against his jeans.

He groaned, a sound so low and broken that it vibrates through your chest, and before you can tease him further, he grabs your wrist - firm but careful - and guides your hand properly into his jeans, pushing past the waistband of his boxers.

"Be a good girl and help me out then," he murmured, pressing his forehead hard against yours, like he’s barely holding it together.

You slid your hand around him, feeling him just how big and hot he was against your palm, and Harry cursed under his breath, hips jolting up into your hand instinctively. His fingers dug into your waist like he needed the grounding, the control, but you felt it slipping from him.

"Fuck, just like that," he moaned, eyes squeezing shut as you start to move your hand slowly, teasingly, dragging your thumb across his tip to smear the precum leaking there.

His pants in your ear, muttering half-formed curses and your name like it’s the only word he knows. Every sharp breath he takes, every broken sound he makes, fueling you, makinh you stroke him harder, faster, feeling him twitch helplessly in your hand.

"Y/n…" he groaned, low and ragged, "Gonna lose it if you keep lookin’ at me like that."

You bit your lip, watching him, his cheeks flushed and jaw tight as his chest heaved against yours, completely under your control. He pressed you harder into the wall, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as you kept working him with your hand.

"You close?" you whispered, biting back a smile as you squeezed him a little tighter, flicking your wrist just right.

He shuddered violently against you, "Fuck, yeah. Shit. y/n."

And then he came undone in your hand, hips jerking against you in tiny, desperate thrusts as he spills over your fingers, gasping your name like a prayer into your neck. You guide him through it, a slow pace and tender words leaving your lips, until he was trembling against you, totally fucked.

He leaned his whole weight against you for a second, breathing hard, forehead still pressed to your shoulder. His hands find your hips again his thumb absent-mindedly drawing shapes into your skin.

"You're trouble," he muttered against your skin with a small laugh. There was no bite behind it, just something warm, almost disbelieving.

You laughed softly, slightly dizzy with the power of it all, with him.

You were both wrecked.

Still pressed against the wall, hearts thundering, limbs tangled, breathing each other in like oxygen. Harry’s forehead resting against yours, and for a long second, neither of you moved.

The distant thrum of the bar seeped back into focus - the music, the laughter, the clatter of glasses. You blinked up at him, dazed, and Harry gives you a crooked smile.

His fingers brushed your cheek, gentler now, tracing the curve of your jaw like he couldn’t quite believe you were real, "You alright?"

You gave a small nod, still too breathless to speak, and Harry leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. It was different now, it wasn’t frantic or not desperate. It was warm and steady, his thumb stroking your cheek like he was trying to calm you down, ground you.

"Come on," he murmured after a moment, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, "Let’s get out of here, yeah?"

You barely managed a nod before he laces his fingers with yours and tugging you toward the exit. You catch a glimpse of your friends across the bar - no one’s noticed you’re gone, too deep in their own drunken chaos.

The cool night air hit you like a slap, but Harry's hand tightened around yours, keeping you steady. He pulled out his phone with the other, ordering an Uber with fumbling fingers while you both giggled like teenagers sneaking out past curfew.

Minutes later, you were bundled into the backseat of an Uber, crammed close together, the space crackling with something electric and new. Harry slouched low, spreading his legs wide, and pulling you into his side without a second thought.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, suddenly so tired that your eyelids felt heavy. His arm loops around you, hand resting low on your hip, fingers idly tracing patterns against your side.

"You’re so pretty," he mumbled into your hair, his breath warm against your temple, "Dunno why he ever let you go."

Your throat tightened unexpectedly. You turn your face into his neck, inhaling the scent of him and squeezed your eyes shut.

"He's an idiot," Harry said firmly, voice thick with sleep but something else, "You deserve better."

You shifted slightly, looking up at him, and he met your gaze, his eyes bright even in the dim cab light.

"Like you?" you whispered, half-teasing, half-terrified.

He chuckled, "Yeah," he replied, no hesitation, "Like me."

You stared at each other for maybe a beat too long, and then Harry lent down, kissing you again slowly, sweetly and a little clumsy.

By the time the cab pulled up outside his building, you were half asleep on his chest, and he was rubbing circles into your back, murmuring nonsense under his breath.

Harry paid the driver, pulling you into his side again, and lead you upstairs.

And when he pulled you into his bed, curling himself around you like you’re something precious that needed to be protected, you realized that you weren’t thinking about your ex at all anymore.

Only Harry and he held you like he already knows he’s never letting go.

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iheartsophie · 10 hours ago

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LITTLE LEGEND | harry lewis

^ྀི pairing: Harry Lewis x Mum!reader

^ྀི genre: fluff, found family

^ྀི context: Harry takes you and your son Leo to JJ’s BBQ so the boys can meet him for the first time. Leo ends up stealing everyone’s hearts

^ྀི warning: mention of abuse

Your living room had become a semi-permanent indoor pitch by now—Leo, barefoot and in a Liverpool kit three sizes too big, was charging around with a foam football while Harry tried (and failed) to match his energy.

“Babe, he’s actually got a better step-over than I did at fifteen,” Harry panted, resting his hands on his knees.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the two of them with a soft smile. “You’re just saying that because he nutmegged you twice in a row.”

Leo spun dramatically and pointed at Harry. “You gotta move your legs closer together if you wanna stop me, Harry!”

Harry fake-gasped. “Closer?! I thought I was meant to keep them further apart!”

“Noooo!” Leo laughed, flopping onto the sofa in a fit of giggles. “That’s how I get it through!”

You watched your son beam, cheeks flushed, hair damp with sweat, looking happier than you’d seen him all week. And you watched Harry—stretched out on the carpet now, letting Leo clamber on top of him—so effortlessly folded into your lives. So patient. So gentle. Never trying to take over, but always showing up.

When Leo wandered off to find a juice pouch, Harry slowly sat up and glanced over at you.

“You busy Saturday?” he asked casually.

“Not particularly. Why?”

He scratched the back of his neck—classic tell.

“JJ’s hosting a little garden party. Just the lot—me, Simon, Josh, Ethan, Vik, Tobi, Cal, Lux, George, Bach, Arthur… and all the girls are going too. Nothing big. Bit of music. BBQ. Good vibes.”

You smiled faintly, already sensing where this was going. “And you want me to come?”

He nodded. “I want us to come.”

You shifted, the weight of the suggestion settling in. You weren’t unfamiliar with the Sidemen circle—you’d met them all more than once, shared drinks and jokes, exchanged group photos where Harry would plant a kiss on your cheek just as the shutter clicked. You’d bonded with some of the girlfriends, especially Freya and Talia, and felt welcome.

But they’d never met Leo.

They all knew you had a son. Harry had never hidden that part of your life. And they’d all respected it—never pressured, never poked.

But still.

You tilted your head slightly. “You sure? It’s just the boys and their girls, right? No other kids?”

“Right,” he said. “It’d just be Leo.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Harry looked at you then—really looked. “More than okay. I want him there. If you’re comfortable.”

You stayed quiet, processing. You weren’t worried about the guys. You were more worried about Leo—his moods, his tendency to go quiet in big new groups, his sensitivity to overstimulation. You didn’t want him to feel like a tag-along. And you didn’t want him to feel like he was being introduced into a world that didn’t have space for him.

But deep down, you also trusted Harry’s read on people more than anyone.

“You’ve told them about him?” you asked softly.

Harry smiled. “Nonstop. They know he’s obsessed with football, they know about his little plastic golf set. I even showed them the video of him launching that mini foam ball into your open handbag and shouting ‘hole in one!’ They quote it now. He’s like a little myth to them.”

You laughed in spite of yourself. “He’s going to be so shy.”

“Only for a few minutes,” Harry shrugged. “Then he’ll probably be giving George lessons on how to hit a golf ball with a tennis racket.”

You exhaled slowly. “Alright. If he’s in a good mood Saturday, we’ll come.”

Harry grinned, clearly trying not to over-celebrate. “Yeah? You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Thank you. Really.”

You leaned back into him, eyes landing on the living room—where Leo was now setting up his mini cones for “training drills.”

“You think they’re ready for him?” you teased.

Harry kissed your cheek. “I think he’s gonna steal the show.”

⸻

Saturday Morning

The house was quiet at first—sunlight pouring through the blinds, your fingers gently tracing the curve of Leo’s spine as he stirred beside you in bed.

He’d ended up in your bed sometime around 3AM, clutching his dinosaur blanket and whispering that the “wind sounded too loud” in his room. You hadn’t argued. Instead, you curled around him, his little body warm against yours, his hand resting in your hair like he always did when he was feeling small.

Harry padded in quietly with bed hair and no shirt, toothbrush in one hand, grinning sleepily. “Is he up yet?”

You shook your head. “Not yet. You?”

“Kind of. I’m ready for sausages and someone shouting across a garden for no reason.”

You smiled, easing yourself out of bed as Leo blinked awake slowly, curls messy and eyes puffy. “Good morning, baby.”

He yawned, rubbing his eyes. “Is it the party day?”

You nodded, brushing his fringe from his forehead. “It is.”

His lips formed a nervous pout. “Will it be loud?”

“Maybe a little,” you said honestly. “But we’ll stay together. And if you want to leave at any time, we’ll go. Just you and me. Okay?”

Leo nodded, still clinging to his blanket.

Harry knelt by the bed, eye level with him. “You can show them your football skills,” he said gently. “Think you can nutmeg me again?”

Leo giggled quietly. “Only if you stand wrong again.”

⸻

You packed a small canvas bag for Leo like you always did for big days out. Inside went:

• His favorite foam football

• His little plastic golf set (just two clubs and a tiny ball)

• A packet of dinosaur fruit snacks

• A water bottle with cartoon animals on it

• His glow-in-the-dark dinosaur blanket—the one he never slept without, covered in tiny little glowing skeleton dinos that came to life under the stars.

You hesitated for a moment when you picked it up—worn but soft, a little faded, but his safe space in blanket form.

Harry saw your expression. “Bring it.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. It’s his first time in our world. Let him bring his comfort with him.”

You kissed him, grateful for the way he always understood without needing full explanations.

⸻

The Drive Over

Leo was strapped in his car seat behind you, clutching his football tightly. He was humming quietly to himself, feet swinging. Harry kept glancing at you as he drove, a kind of unspoken check-in every few minutes. You just smiled softly and nodded each time.

Your chest was buzzing—not with nerves exactly, but with anticipation. Today felt bigger than it looked from the outside. Leo had been yours alone for so long. His father had made sure of that—his rage, his fists, his bitter words thrown like grenades in every room of your old life.

Leo had been born too early. Tiny. Fragile. You’d protected him like your life depended on it. And for a while, it did. You’d left the day his father shoved you with Leo in your arms. You didn’t look back.

But now, four years later, you were sitting beside a man who adored both of you with quiet, unwavering patience.

And you were driving toward a garden full of people who’d only ever welcomed you in.

⸻

JJ’s Garden – Afternoon

The moment you stepped through the back gate, Leo’s hand gripping yours tightly, the garden came to life. Music playing, the smell of BBQ already thick in the air, and scattered laughter as JJ, Cal, and Freezy debated over who brought the wrong kind of buns.

You saw Talia, Freya, Faith, and the rest of the girls huddled under the umbrella-covered drinks table, all of them instantly lighting up when they spotted you.

“Y/N!” Freya grinned, hugging you. “Is this Leo?!”

Leo shrunk into your leg slightly, blinking up at all the new faces. You knelt down and gave him his bag.

“Do you want your ball?” you whispered. “You can play near us, yeah?”

He nodded, already loosening his grip on your leg.

The girls melted immediately at the sight of him—tiny, delicate for his age, with bright eyes and an expression that was cautious but observant.

“Harry’s told us so much about you,” Talia said, crouching down. “He said you’re a football star.”

Leo looked at you. “Can I show them?”

You smiled. “Go for it.”

He walked toward the grass, dragging his little football with him, plastic club poking out from the bag over his shoulder.

You could feel the moment the guys noticed.

“Harry, is that—” Ethan started.

“Yeah,” Harry grinned, already watching him. “That’s Leo.”

George looked surprised. “Mate, he’s smaller than I thought.”

“He was premature,” you said, coming up beside them. “Spent his first month in NICU. Made it out swinging.”

They all softened at once.

Simon leaned over. “You can already tell he’s got footwork, though.”

Harry laughed. “He’s got y/ns bambi legs, poor guy.”

“Hope he doesn’t have your penalty record,” JJ called out, dodging a sausage with a laugh.

⸻

Earlier – Just Before Sunset

While the guys were crowded around the BBQ—Ethan trying to salvage slightly burnt corn and George arguing with Lux about marinades—Leo tugged at your hand.

“Come see something.”

You let him pull you onto the grass.

He dropped the ball, backed up five steps, then ran forward and lightly tapped it with the side of his foot. The ball rolled through two small sticks he’d placed like goalposts.

“Did you see it?” he whispered excitedly.

“I saw it!” you grinned. “That was amazing!”

He burst into giggles, falling backwards in the grass with pure joy.

Simon, who’d been half-turned, caught the laugh and glanced over his shoulder.

A slow grin spread across his face.

“Look at that kid,” he murmured to the group. “Coolest little guy I’ve ever seen.”

Harry followed his gaze.

“He really is, isn’t he?”

The rest of the guys nodded—Frezy, Cal, even Bach.

They didn’t know everything. Not yet. Not about the bruises you’d hidden years ago. Not about the court dates. Not about the time you spent sleeping on a friend’s floor while Leo slept in a drawer lined with soft towels.

But they didn’t need to know all of it to see what mattered now:

That Leo was safe. That he was loved.

And that his world was finally full of people who clapped when he scored pretend goals, who passed him ketchup without teasing, who called his blanket cool and meant it.

⸻

Evening — The Firepit

The sun had dipped below the horizon. The fairy lights and the glow of the firepit wrapped everything in soft amber warmth. Drinks clinked. Conversations layered over one another.

And in your lap sat Leo—sleepy, warm, cheek resting against your chest as you slowly rocked him. He was wrapped snugly in his dinosaur blanket, now glowing faintly with little neon skeletons.

Talia gasped softly. “Wait, his blanket glows?”

You smiled. “Yeah, it’s his favourite.”

Freya’s eyes lit up. “That is adorable.”

Leo yawned against you. “It keeps the monsters away.”

Everyone melted.

Even JJ—king of chaos—smiled softly, watching him doze off mid-breath.

“Kid’s a legend,” he murmured.

⸻

That Night, in the Car

Leo was out cold in the backseat, glowing blanket still wrapped around him.

You rested your head on Harry’s shoulder as he drove. “He had a good day.”

Harry nodded. “He really did.”

You turned toward him, voice soft.

“They really liked him.”

Harry smiled.

“They already love him.”

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sdmnpact · 3 months ago

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Mean.

Wroetoshaw x Reader, angst, fluff

[] Harry acts mean towards Y/n as a childish way to avoid his true feelings.

[] Part Two

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"Congratulations to the beautiful couple, Mr. and Mrs. Payne!" The announcement rung throughout the entire venue followed by cheering and screams. You, as one of the bridesmaids, made sure to show your excitement and joy towards the happy couple.

Ethan, your bestfriend since childhood and Faith, your new besfriend, had just gotten married. It was a happy day filled with music, dancing, and most importantly alcohol! Faith had chosen you as a bridesmaid of course, not only because Ethan wanted you in the wedding but because you two have gotten rather close as you basically live with them.

The party had just started and you were already throwing back shots like it was the last night on earth. Faith was getting pretty buzzed herself and you knew it was gonna be a night to remember or maybe not much so.

Thinking about the ceremony, you found it quite cute that you were paired with Harry, one of the sidemen and the closest of the lot to Ethan. He was such a nice guy and you appreciated him because he always treated you with respect and was always super sweet to you. During the party though, you noticed how distant he became. Usually you two would chat and joke since you spent quite some time as a group with Ethan, Faith, and other friends, but it's like after the ceremony, he switched all of a sudden. You noticed, he became colder to you. Since you were enjoying the night, you didn't think much of it and chose to ignore it. You wouldn't interact much with him the rest of the night anyway.

That's what you thought, until someone said they wanted a picture of you and Harry together. You and Harry stood together, awkwardly. A new awkwardness that has never been felt before. He was also about a foot away from you when you began posing, it was as if he didn't even want to be near you.

"Can you get closer?" The photographer asked Harry. He proceeded to step closer about one inch. "Okay, well can you wrap an arm around her?" The photographer asked again. You heard a sigh come from Harry as he reluctantly placed an arm around you without making contact with your body. Now, he was never one to shy away from skinship of any kind, even with a friend, but it was evident that he did not want this at all. "It's okay, you can touched me." You said quietly towards him. "Nah I'm alright. Can you just take the photo now?" Harry asked impatiently, as if he needed to be somewhere else, or anywhere else for that matter.

The camera shuttered with a flash, and two seconds later, Harry stormed off towards the toilets. You stood there, slightly embarrassed but also confused as to what his problem was. You thanked the photographer, who was also left a bit shocked. You went back to try and enjoy the rest of the night. The thought of Harry still in the back of your mind.

---

《 Earlier that Night 》

"You can't date her bog! Don't even acknowledge her if you can't keep it in your pants." Ethan's words made it evident that he wanted Harry no where near you. Ethan is your best friend since childhood so that meant he was basically your older brother and as an 'older brother', he was very overprotective.

During the ceremony when you were paired with Harry, he began seeing you in a different light. He always thought you as just one of Ethan's friends, sure he liked you as a friend too and maybe thought you were quite fit but nothing else. Today, he learned so much about you, from random facts to your interests, he became smitten. That's when he began asking Ethan if you had a boyfriend and of course Ethan became protective.

He lectured Harry about how he didn't want him to date you. Ethan always emphasized that he didn't want any sidemen dating you. This was an unwritten rule from the beginning of the sidemen. Never date Y/n. He never told you this of course but you didn't care because you never had feelings for any of them beside maybe a slight crush on Harry.

"Ethan, you know I would never do anything-"

"That's enough of this Harry, you already know how I feel about this! Let's just enjoy the night, yeah? Maybe you'll find another girl here. What about that one? I think Faith said she was single." Ethan gestured towards a woman taking shots with a group of other women. Harry scrunched his face towards Ethan. "Fine then." He huffed in annoyance and walked away.

Ethan felt slightly angry by this but chose to ignore it, since it is his wedding day after all. Harry decided, if he can't be around you, then he just won't. He's going to try and stay far away from you, even if he has to be mean.

---

《 Present 》

The night was coming to an end and you were so tired and so drunk. You regret getting this way but your best friend just got married and there was a ton of free booze, of course you had to go all out. You wanted to go to your flat so you ordered an Uber. You said your goodbyes to the rest of the party as you made your way outside.

You weren't so drunk that you were about to black out but you had some difficulties walking straight. You saw your Uber and stumbled towards it unaware of your surroundings. You felt yourself bump into someone and you would have fallen over if they hadn't had caught you in time.

"Jesus, watch where you're going!" The voice said sternly as their hand grasped your forearm tightly. Once you got your baring, you looked up at the person to see Harry with an angry scowl on his face.

"Sorry." You mumbled pulling your arm away from his grip and fixing your outfit. "Of course it's you." He muttered under his breath.

"What's that suppose to mean?" You asked getting defensive, suddenly gaining confidence.

"Well just look at you! You're quite literally a mess, is this how you act at your friends' wedding?" He said angrily as if he were a dad scolding his child. "I was just enjoying myself! You should try it!" You replied back matching his sour tone.

"At least I know how to handle myself and not act like a dumbass!" Your heart fell a bit at his words. "Just make sure you don't end up on the morning news for getting yourself killed or something." He spewed as he got into a car that pulled up in front of you two without looking back.

You watched as the car drove away, tears forming in your eyes. You don't know why you felt emotional, you felt like you were overreacting but those words stung. Maybe it was your intoxicated state or maybe you just never expected that from him. You slowly got into your Uber, crying silently to yourself.

You finally arrived home and just plopped into bed. You didn't take anything off and just got comfy under your blanket. You just wanted to disappear and forget about this whole situation. Sleep slowly took over and you were finally calm.

---

《 Two Days Later 》

You couldn't remember much of that night but you clearly remember the way Harry made you feel. The intense feelings of sadness you felt and his words revisiting you constantly. You just wanted to forget but it seemed impossible.

You pushed it back as much as you could but you just needed someone to vent to. Luckily, you were having coffee with Faith today so you know you can spill to her.

You arrived at your favorite coffee shop and sat at a booth. You and Faith often have coffee get togethers every week or so. You two just yap about everything for hours. It's a nice way to relieve stress or just have someone you can talk to without judgement.

Once Faith arrived, you two talked for about two hours before you brought up the Harry situation.

"No way!" Faith said in disbelief. "He would never act like that! That's just not in his nature!" she exclaimed. "It hurt but what can I do? I don't really talk to him anyways, that was like the only day I ever spoke with him for more than an hour. Maybe it was something I said? We did chat the whole time we were sat together. I thought he was having a good time and we were getting along well. It was like a switch went off." You explained as she held on to every word.

"Well, I should to tell Ethan about this." She said.

"No! Please don't tell Ethan!" You begged. You didn't want Ethan to know because you knew he would be so upset and make a big deal about it. "I think he should know. Maybe he can talk to Harry!?" Faith insisted.

"It's okay, I mean, when are we going to be together like that again?" You said unsure, sipping your drink.

"You two are literally Ethan's best friends, you guys are going to see each other alot." She explained. You thought about it for a second. "Well, I just don't want him to overreact." You said. Faith nodded understanding where you're coming from but she is still his wife and he is your best friend so she had already decided, she would tell Ethan.

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《 The Next Day 》

You did not want to be Harry in this moment. Faith had just told Ethan what had happened and as you expected, he flipped out. He was fuming, red in the face, veins bulging out of his neck, you would have thought someone told him Faith had cheated on him and he was about to beat up that poor bloke but this was second worst to him.

He pounded on the door of Harry's flat, each pound filled with rage. A confused and groggy Harry opened the door, his eyes immediately going wide at the state of the man in front of him.

"Oh my gosh, Ethan! What happened?" He asked worryingly. Ethan pushed past him inside without providing a single word. Harry closed the door behind him, turning to face him.

"You happened mate!" His words dripping with venom. "You were fucking mean to Y/n, you fucking dickhead!" He continued angrily.

"You made her cry! You called her names and said terrible things to her! What the fuck is your problem!?" Ethan finished, waiting for an answer good enough to excuse his behavior.

"I made her cry?" Harry said quietly, his tone softening. "Yes, you moron!" Ethan spat.

"I didn't mean to make her cry." Harry said, taking a seat on the sofa. "Well why'd you fucking say that then?" Ethan said impatiently waiting for a response.

"I don't know-" he stopped, thinking back. At the end of the night, he was also very drunk. Those words just left his mouth, he couldn't stop himself. Once he got into his Uber, he regretted everything and hoped you were too drunk to remember. Evidently not.

"I regret it so much!" Harry said placing his head in his hands. "Well if you regret it so much, go apologize!" Ethan insisted not feeling sympathy for the boy.

"I've tried calling her and texting but she doesn't answer." Harry explained. "Fine then- I'll help you guys meet in person because I just want this over with." Ethan said with annoyance clear in his voice.

"This is why I didn't want you two together." Ethan muttered under his breath. "What do you mean by that?" Harry asked confused.

"Faith put you two together, I was gonna put her with Josh." Ethan stated making Harry ponder. 'Was there a reason why Faith would put you two together?' Harry thought.

---

《 Later that day 》

Hey Y/n! I know it's last minute but can you watch Olive?

You received that message from Ethan. Of course, you were going to say yes, you weren't doing anything, and you love spending time with her. You shot him back a quick yes and began getting ready.

Once you arrived to their house, you walked right in. "Helllooooo, I'm here!! Where's the princess of the home?" You shouted. You looked around not seeing anyone.

"Ethan? Faith?" You called out again. "In here." You heard a shout from their bedroom. That definitely was not Ethan's voice but it did sound very familiar. You made your way towards their room and saw Harry sat on their bed.

"Harry!? Where's Ethan?" You asked surprised by his presence. "They all went out." He said.

"Why'd they ask me to babysit if they aren't here then?" You asked, still confused.

"Because, I wanted to talk to you and you weren't answering my calls." He explained, standing up and walking closer to you.

"About what?" You asked pretending that you forgot about the entire situation. Seeing him again only brought back the memories.

"The other night, at the wedding." He paused. He walked closer to you grabbing your hand.

"I'm gonna get hell for this but-" He took your hand in his. You wanted to pull away but you didn't.

"Y/n, I am so sorry for how I acted the other night. It was so stupid of me. I didn't mean to be so, well mean. It's just, I told Ethan that I liked you and he said I couldn't date you, so I thought if I was just mean to you then I- actually I don't know what I thought. It was just a whole stupid decision that I made and I just hope that you could forgive me." He rambled.

You're a bit taken back by everything he said. You took some time to process it all. 'Did he say that he liked me?' You thought to yourself. "Well, that still doesn't excuse your behavior. You could have just told me, why'd you go off and tell Ethan!" You said unaware of Ethan's rule.

"He said no sidemen could date you." Harry said quietly. Your eyes went wide. "He what!?" You shrieked. You were definitely going to have some words with him later. "Okay well, either way those words hurt." You said remembering why he was apologizing in the first place.

"I know." He said softly. "But, if you let me, I will make up for every single disgusting word I uttered." He said, hope in his eyes. You wanted to say no but then again maybe he deserved a chance to actually apologize.

"Mmmm, fine then. One chance and it better involve food." You said sticking a finger in his face. "Oh I promise, you'll definitely forgive me." He said grabbing your other hand. You rolled your eyes at the gesture but deep down you were excited.

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《 Two Days Later 》

Today was the day of the big date. You were beaming with joy and Harry wasn't any different. Faith had come over to help you get ready. You had no idea what plans were in store but you knew you were gonna look your best.

You had spoken to Ethan about his little rule and you two had a meaningful discussion about him not controlling things in your life. He was upset at first but realized the reality of the situation. He's still a bit upset that you chose Harry of the lot but he does love Harry so he got over it.

"You look so hot! He's gonna drool all over you." Faith gushed, adjusting your hair.

"And it's all thanks to you." You said. You thanked her, not only for helping with your look but the whole date in general, if she hadn't told Ethan, he wouldn't have talked to Harry, who wouldn't have apologized to you- well anytime soon that was. You were grateful for her.

"Stop it- you know I'll do what I can." She said sasily, flipping her hair back. You laughed, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time.

Harry arrived at your flat about an hour later. He looked extremely handsome and you couldn't stop staring. His blue eyes glistening as he spoke to you. You didn't realize how far you had fallen for him before but seeing him at your doorstep to take you out made your heart flutter.

The night was filled with bowling, laughing and most importantly food. You two walked around the city, taking your sweet time in order to spend as much time together as possible. The night seemed to be going by so fast. You two were lost in conversation, talking about anything you could think of. This was reminiscent of that night of the wedding. You two were getting along so well, like a missing puzzle found its piece.

"Listen, I truly am sorry about how I behaved that night. I never wanted to make you feel that way, or ever again. I hope I'm forgiven, or at least you can forgive me in time." He looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes and his bottom lip slightly pursed out. You couldn't resist how adorable he looked and folded at the sight.

"You're so annoying." You said playfully, causing him to break out in a toothy grin. "Of course, I forgive you, you dumbass." You joked. "Oh thank God, I was so nervous." He said with a breathy laugh. "You're lucky, you're cute." You said booping his nose. "Not as cute as you, unfortunately." He snickered, a blush rising to your cheeks.

The date ended at your flat. He was just going to drop you off until you invited him in. You spent the night in his arms, snuggled into his warm body, watching movies until your eyes grew heavy. The last image you saw was a sleepy Harry staring at you lovingly.

~~~

A/n

I hope it wasn't too confusing and sorry for making Harry mean, I know he's such a sweet boy! This one will be a 2 parter so look out for that soon! Hope you enjoyed it!! 💕

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Over the years -W2S

warnings: mentions of pregnancy.

summary: your and Harry’s relationship each year from twenty-sixteen to now through instagram posts.

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2016... the year you became boyfriend and girlfriend

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y/username: Italy🍝✨🇮🇹

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callux: looks sick, hope you had a great time!

-> y/username: we diddd! best pizza ever😌

y/nfanpage21: this is adorable💞

user: Harry in the unicorn floaty lol

2018... festival season

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y/username: drunk, covered in glitter and hot, but ready for some bangin music!🤸‍♂️☀️🍺

-comments-

wroetoshaw: definitely hot😉🔥

-> y/username: lmao smooth

reevhd: vibes = immaculate

y/nfanpage21: outfit on FLEEK🤭

user: she's so perfect for Harry omg

y/username posted a new story!

2019... London and the boys

wroetoshaw posted a new story!

Liked by tobjizzle, mollymae and others

y/username: 19 you've been good to me, see you all next year!!🎆

-comments-

wroetoshaw: ⛷️

taliamar: gorggg!💓

-> y/username: mwah😚

y/nfanpage21: I live for y/n with the sidemen boys

user: she's the original icon⭐️

2020... the virus

Liked by ksi, wroetoshaw and others

y/username: haven't posted in awhile, here's a few very uninteresting photos from my week🥞🤍 stay safe everyone and please STAY INSIDE!

-comments-

calfreezy: daily runs entered the chat

-> y/username: running buddy 4 life🏃‍♀️

y/nfanpage21: ahh we've missed you girly!!😭

user: Harry and his biohazard bag against the world

y/username posted a new story!

2021... new beginnings

Liked by behzingagram, taliamar and others

y/username: a random dog turned up on our front step today (he has been safely returned to his owner dw🐶), pleaseee can someone convince @wroetoshaw that this is a sign we should get a puppy😫🙏

-comments-

wroetoshaw: brilliant, now my dm's are filled with people asking if your pregnant (also no puppy)

-> y/username: omg shit, forgot to specify that that's my FOOD baby vs Faiths ACTUAL baby🤣 (we're getting a puppy)

faithlouisak: love u wifey

-> y/username: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

y/nfanpage21: she's so unserious lmao the first and second pic

y/username posted a new story!

2022... the year he finally popped the question

Liked by sidemen, joeweller and others

y/username: we're engaged!! enjoy this dump from our week away, where I had NO idea I was going to become a fiancé hehehe💍💓

-comments-

wroetoshaw: only took me 7 years

-> y/username: not bad for you tbf babes😌🫶

tobjizzle: congrats again guys❤️

freyanightingale: AHHH! unbelievably happy for you y/n🥹💝

y/nfanpage21: our fav couples growing up

user: HE'S DONE IT!!!!

y/username posted a new story!

2023... bride and groom

Liked by chrismd10, wroetoshaw and others

y/username: random photos from my week + wedding prep commences!💫💝

-comments-

faithlouisak: SHE'S GETTING FUCKING MARRIED!!!🥳

-> y/username: hehe thank you once again for the cake girl, smashed the brief

callux: exiting stuff😯

y/nfanpage21: makeup... ate. hair... ate. cake... they ate it.

user: I can't WAIT to see what dress she picks

y/username posted a new story!

2024... the year you became mummy and daddy

Liked by wroetoshaw, dualipa and others

y/username: counting down the days until we meet baby girl...🎀🌟

-comments-

ksi: can't wait to spoil her😁

-> y/username: uncle JJ incoming...

faithlouisak: your GLOWING mama💕

y/nfanpage21: the book🥺

user: two youngest sidemen having a kid before the others lol💁‍♀️

y/username posted a new story!

2025... the life you've always dreamed of

y/username posted a new story!

Liked by zerkaa, faithlouisak and others

y/username: right where I want to be💌

-comments-

wroetoshaw: my beautiful girls

-> y/username: love u💞

taliamar: brill, got Mushu trying to eat my strawberry😂

-> y/username: he stood there for a good ten minutes, bless him. maybe next time buddy🥲🐕

y/nfanpage21: oh... to have her life

user: fun fact: this was posted exactly nine years from their first couple post, how cute❤️‍🩹

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whore4wroetoshaw · 4 months ago

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pillowtalk (w2s x reader)

warnings: smut smut smut

the video.

you loved your boyfriend. he was it for you. and not in the fleeting, butterfly way. not a crush that faded when things got difficult. no—he was the one you could scream at and argue with and then fall asleep tangled in the same sheet an hour later. the one who knew exactly how you liked your tea, exactly how to get under your skin, and exactly how to worship every inch of your body like it was the only language he spoke.

and oh, my god. he was the best sex you'd ever had. hands down. absolutely zero contest. you’d look at him and think he was very vanilla, but the way he fucked you? slow, deep, possesive—like he was trying to carve his name into your bones and remind you exactly who you belonged to. it made you feral.

so when he asked you—on camera, during a truth or drink sidemen video, the prick—“have you ever faked an orgasm with me?” and you didn’t say no like he expected you to… you picked up your shot of tequila, knocked it back, and put the glass down like you were putting a final nail in a coffin.

trust, he was good at pleasing you. the things he could do with his tongue... jesus. the man was skilled. it was just that one time. to be honest, it wasn't even his fault. you were just tired, your head wasn't in it, and you just didn't want him to feel bad. so, you faked a few shaky breaths, moaned out his name, and smiled through the guilt. and that was it. one time. forgotten.

"it was just that one time—i wasn't in the mood, y'know? stop laughing, jj." you tried to surpress your giggles because of the look on harry's face.

you thought that was the end of it. one shot. one simple, honest answer. the boys were already laughing and moving on—ethan reading the next question with a shit-eating grin, jj still laughing like he usually did.

but harry?

harry was staring. he didn't laugh. didn't even crack a smile. he sat back, eyebrows slightly raised, lips twitching like he was trying to solve a maths problem. his whole expression unreadable. way too quiet for harry.

the rest of the video felt long. every time he laughed, every time he smiled or chimed in, you could feel the weight of his attention still hanging off you. he didn’t say much after that, just finished the game with a casual shrug, fingers drumming on the table.

the car ride.

it was so fucking quiet. not in an awkward way. no tension between you as people—you were fine. it was fine.

but it was so quiet.

harry's eyes were on the road, hand steady on the wheel. the only sounds were the low hum of the engine, and the occasional turn signal.

but you could feel him.

feel his gaze flicker over to you at red lights. feel the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel. feel the heat simmering between you, hotter by the second.

so, you broke the silence. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? you're awfully quiet."

his knuckles tightened on the wheel. "hm? nothing. just... thinking."

"about what?" you turned your knees slightly towards him, now looking at his absolutely flawless side profile.

"you know what." his jaw clenched, a small smirk on his face.

you rolled your eyes. "haz, you're still on that? it was just a game. i don't even remember when it happ—"

he didn't look at you. "i'm just trying to figure out how i missed it."

"babe, come on. it was years ago, harry. you didn't do anything wrong. it wasn't about you. i swear." you laughed, reaching over to rub his knee as reassurement.

he looked down, and then up again. after a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice lower. "i don't want you to feel like you have to perform with me."

"baby. it was one time. it's so insignificant that i don't even remember when it happened." you leaned over and brushed a soft kiss on his cheek.

after you reached home.

the front door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud, and that was it. the match dropped.

he didn’t speak. just watched as you kicked off your shoes and turned toward him, still trying to act normal—casual—like your heart wasn’t hammering in your chest.

you opened your mouth to say something—

but he was on you.

mouth crashing to yours, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. you stumbled back into the wall with a thud, gasping against his lips, his body crowding yours, warm and solid and desperate.

"fuckin' hell, y/n," he muttered against your mouth, kissing you like he was trying to devour your soul. "i'm losing my fucking mind."

“didn’t think you’d spiral this hard,” you breathed.

his hand curled around your jaw, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "i’ve been replaying every sound you’ve made with me in my head. every fucking moan. every breath. trying to figure out which one was a lie.” his voice dropped. “you realise how mental that is?”

you swallowed, chest rising and falling fast.

he tilted your chin up. “so now i’m gonna make sure there’s no confusion.”

before you could even react, his hands reached the back of your thighs, and he picked you up in a go. a gasp slipped from your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the pressure of his hard-on pressing firmly against your core through the thin barrier of your clothes. the contact drew a soft whimper from your throat—needy and unfiltered.

harry smirked against your skin. "that all for me, love?" he murmured, his voice rough as his mouth found your neck for the millionth time.

you just whined in response and grabbed his hair, latching your lips onto his again. he chuckled lowly, and carried you to the bedroom door, throwing it open.

he kicked the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed, not that either of you noticed—too lost in the haze of each other, barely making it two steps before tossing you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. you bounced once, breath catching as you pushed yourself up on your elbows.

he climbed on top of you, hovering for a moment as he tried to take in your presence, his fingers trailing under the hem of your top.

that's it. you couldn't take it anymore.

"goddamn it, harry." you surged up and yanked his shirt over his head in one go, fingers fumbling in your haste, lips catching his halfway through. it was teeth and tongue and heat, and all of it tinged with frustration.

"a little bit impatient there, huh?" he laughed as he tugged your top over your head and tossed it somewhere behind him, already reaching for your jeans.

“can you blame me?” you huffed, breath shaky as you wriggled out of them, your hands everywhere—his neck, his shoulders, everywhere. "you've been staring at me with bedroom eyes all day long, bruv."

harry laughed under his breath—low and rough—as he popped the button of your jeans and slid them down—along with your underwear— in one swift movement, eyes trailing down the length of you like he hadn’t seen you naked a thousand times before.

you bit your lip, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering down for a moment before dragging back up to meet his. your hands moved slowly to his belt, fingers slipping beneath the leather and tugging with careful urgency—like you couldn’t bear another second but also wanted to savour it.

you pulled it free in one smooth motion, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a soft thud. your fingers didn’t falter—next came the button of his jeans, the slow drag of the zip. you felt him twitch beneath your touch, felt the tension ripple through his abdomen.

“you’re killing me, babe,” he muttered, voice low, reverent, as he watched your hands work.

“good,” you whispered, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and sliding everything down in one go. he kicked them off without looking, never taking his eyes off you.

there he was: all of him, exposed to you, his cock thick and flushed, already dripping with need. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes tracing over every inch of him. the way his muscles tightened under his skin, the deep v of his hips leading to his hard length. It was almost too much.

you reached out, wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the heat of him in your hand. you could feel the veins throbbing beneath your touch, his length heavy and solid in your palm. "please fuck me," you whimpered.

he let out a ragged breath, his hands immediately grabbing at your legs, pulling you to him as he knelt between your thighs. and just like that, he leaned forward, pushing your legs apart as he aligned himself with your entrance. his eyes flickered to yours, a silent question. you nodded, breathless, barely able to form a sentence.

harry didn’t need another word. he sank into you in one deliberate thrust, his cock filling you, stretching you in the best possible way. you gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the bed, and he groaned in response, his hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place.

jesus, even after years of being together, you were still caught off guard by his size every single time. “god,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, as he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. “you feel fucking perfect.”

harry didn’t waste another moment. he withdrew slightly, then slammed back into you with force, making you gasp as your body jolted from the impact. his pace was immediate, fast, relentless—he wasn’t holding back. every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

you moaned out his name as your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, digging your nails into his skin. you gasped as you tried to meet each of his thrusts, your body working in perfect sync with his. there was no gentleness in this; there didn’t need to be. after all these years, neither of you held back anymore.

he gripped your legs tighter, pushing them up and apart to get even deeper, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. every thrust hit you at the perfect angle, his cock filling you so completely that you could barely breathe. "oh my god, harry!"

you gasped, hips bucking as the familiar pressure started to build again in your core. the pace didn’t slow—if anything, harry pushed harder, faster, making sure you didn’t have time to catch your breath. his hands were everywhere—on your hips, your chest, your throat—as he fucked you like he owned you.

you felt your orgasm rise up, sudden and overwhelming. the sensation spread through every inch of you, every nerve firing at once as you came hard around him, screaming his name as you tightened around his cock. your whole body trembled, the force of it making your vision blur for a moment.

but harry didn’t stop. he was relentless, chasing his own high now, his pace never wavering as he fucked you through your orgasm. the tension was unbearable, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust into you with a final, deep stroke, groaning your name as he came hard inside you, his release spilling deep, filling you completely.

you both collapsed in the aftershocks of your highs, your body limp and trembling beneath him, as he kissed your neck, his breath ragged.

"oh my god," you heaved, recovering from your orgasm. "oh love, we're not done."

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clarkeyscherry · 20 days ago

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hi lovely! i have two ideas! for one please could you do a smau of a week in the life of w2s and his gf - i think that would be really cute (like date nights and stuff) - and for a second one could you do a smau of them being just friends but everyone ships them and then they get together (or they secretly have been together the whole time)

I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU ❥ HARRY LEWIS

contains: smau of being mrs w2s, random cute posts from readers insta. super fluffy. leah halton is used as face claim.

a/n: thank you so much for your request, i hope this does it justice 🤍 it is quite short though i do apologise for that.

yourusername: it’s my birthday 🎂🩷🥹

liked by wroetoshaw, taliamar and others

wroetoshaw: you’ve drained my bank account

┃yourusername: as i should x

taliamar: prettiest birthday girl

┃yourusername: love you lots xx

faithlouisak: happy birthday loml

┃yourusername: thank you lovey xx

r0sielewis: hbd miss you so much🥹🩷

┃yourusername: we’ll go for drinks when me and harry come to guernsey 🫶

shannonlangdon: beautiful girl

┃yourusername: ily shan

yourusername: date night with the loml wroetoshaw

liked by bambinobecky, miaxmon and others

wroetoshaw: 😍

┃yourusername: ❤️

bambinobecky: sexy girl xx

┃yourusername: let’s kiss x

freyanightingale: cuties

┃yourusername: love u mother

miaxmon: that dress omg ur so hot

┃yourusername: ur such an angel

calfreezy: surprised you actually got him out

┃yourusername: me too honestly

wroetoshaw: 7 years with this dickhead ❤️

liked by yourusername, faithlouisak and others

yourusername: guys he does love me i swear

┃wroetoshaw: do i?

faithlouisak: how on earth have you put up with him for 7 years

┃yourusername: fuck knows babe x

ksi: happy anniversary guys!❤️

┃yourusername: thanks jj! xx

r0sielewis: 7 years of having the best sister in law!!

┃wroetoshaw: don’t lie

┃yourusername: ily rosie🥹 ihy harry x

tobjizzle: done her dirty with these pics

┃wroetoshaw: i know hahaha

┃yourusername: after i used decent pictures too?? rude.

sidemen: happy anniversary y/n and harry 💙

yourusername: best 7 years of my life with you

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wroetoshaw: best years of spending me money u mean

┃yourusername: i’m trying to be nice ????

behzingagram: ❤️

taliamar: so cute

┃yourusername: 😚

miniminter: next to have children??

┃wroetoshaw: don’t give her ideas

┃yourusername: piss off

theburntchip: i do not remember that photo

┃yourusername: probs cause u were pissed our ur head lad

calfreezy: insane

bambinobecky: bless you babe x

┃yourusername: i know 💔

chrismd10: so old

┃yourusername: fuck off???

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @lilyyxoii @wherethezoes-at @willnees @pretendyoucantseeme

#wroetoshaw #w2s #harry lewis #wroetoshaw x reader #wroetoshaw fanfic #sidemen #alfie buttle #george clarke #george clarkey #arthur frederick #chrismd #arthur hill #arthur tv #italian bach #chris dixon #clarkeyscherry

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livvymd · 2 months ago

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͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄w2s headcanons - some nsfw┄┄ ۫ ⟢ ˑ

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he absolutely cannot fall asleep without touching you.

iIt doesn’t matter how hot it is, or how tangled the duvet is. he has to be touching you. face buried in your neck, his entire arm flopped over your chest, one leg thrown over yours like he’s anchoring you to the bed. even in his sleep, he subconsciously adjusts to pull you closer. and when you try to wriggle free in the morning, he just groans and mumbles, “stay.” dragging you back like a human teddy bear.

love language:

harry’s love language is experience-based gift giving. he might be busy with work or filming, but when he wants to show love, it’s always intentional. random flower delivery on a hard day. your favourite chocolate waiting on the kitchen counter. but mostly? surprise weekends away. “pack a bag. don’t ask. just trust me.” he just wants to watch you smile in the sunlight somewhere quiet. time with you is his favourite reward.

PDA:

he’s fine with affection, but always thoughtful. hand-holding? always. arm around your shoulders? definitely. kissing in public? only if it feels safe. he’s protective like that. he knows what people online can be like, and he doesn’t want you dragged into that. vut in private? he never stops touching you. always pulling you close, kissing your temple, murmuring little things like; “come ‘ere. missed you.”

he’s physically attached to you 90% of the time. fully believes your boobs or lap are his designated resting spots.

like if you're both on the sofa? he’s immediately lying down with his head in your lap, fingers curled around your leg, cheek smushed into your thigh. or he’ll shuffle over during movie night, look at you with that slightly pouty expression, and just wordlessly collapse onto your chest like it’s a weighted pillow. and the moment you start playing with his hair? gis whole body goes slack. “you’re gonna make me fall asleep mid-movie, I’m warning you.” (he does. every time.)

he tries to get you in every video like it’s a game.

he’ll be mid-challenge and suddenly swing the camera around just to show you in the corner. “that’s my girlfriend , she’s judging me. she thinks I’m shit at this.” and even if you're off-camera, you’ll always hear a little: “can you pass me that? say hi to the vlog.” he just loves that people know he has you. not to show off, but like, “look what I’ve got. look who loves me.”

he’s got zero filter when it comes to talking about you on camera.

he’ll get asked something dumb like “are you seeing anyone?” in a sidemen video and immediately beam: “yeah. she’s unreal. my actual dream girl. sorry, lads.” doesn’t even blink. doesn’t tone it down. he means every word.

he thinks you’re the funniest person alive and will repeat your jokes to the boys like they’re his own.

you’ll say something casually hilarious in private, and then two days later, you’ll hear him using it in a group video. “where’d you hear that?” “..dunno.” (it was you. he just wants to sound cool.)

nsfw warning!!!

kinks.

harry’s definitely into both praise and degradation, but only when he’s giving it. one minute he’s calling you his “good girl,” stroking your cheek while he fucks you slow, the next he’s got your thighs shaking as he mutters things like “so needy, aren’t you? can’t go five minutes without my cock.” but if you ever tried to degrade him? nope. not happening. he gets sulky real quick. “shut up. you love me.” lso: total exhibitionist. wants you in his lap at parties, whispering filth in your ear while you try to focus. will pull you into a half-lit stairwell at a club just to get his hands on you. the idea of nearly getting caught makes him harder.“keep your voice down, babe. unless you want everyone knowing how good I fuck you.”

harry loves a good mirror. loves watching the way your body reacts to him. arching, shaking, writhing. loves whispering filthy things while you both watch. “look at you. look how good I make you feel.” pulls your chin so you have to see yourself falling apart. and when he’s still dressed? oh, he lives for you palming him through his joggers. hrins like a lunatic when you say he’s big. “yeah? you want it that bad, baby? ho on then. take it.”

aftercare.

despite his chaotic, insatiable energy in bed, harry is soft as hell after. he might rail you into next week, but the second it’s over? he’s carrying you to the bathroom, running a warm bath, pressing kisses to your shoulder like he’s grounding himself too. wraps you in one of his massive hoodies and flops on the sofa with you curled on his chest. might go, “want tea? or like, chocolate? I’ve got those fancy biscuits you like.” puts a movie on even though he knows you’ll both fall asleep five minutes in. he just wants to keep you close while you come back down. he adores taking care of you. it makes him feel needed in the way he craves.

secret kinks:

i feel like he would be so into mutual mastuebation.

watching you touch yourself? my god. he’ll sit back, fisting his cock while staring at you with blown pupils and a filthy little grin. loves hearing you whimper his name. loves seeing how wet you get for just him. aand when you’re apart? he’s got Polaroids of you hidden in his suitcase. one in a bikini, one in lace, one with nothing but your smile. “you’ve got no idea how often i look at these. fuckin’ obsessed.”

He gets turned on so easily. It’s actually kind of hilarious.

like, you wear his hoodie with nothing underneath and bend over to grab something? he’s immediately hard. you kiss his neck for more than three seconds? boner. you call him baby in that soft voice? game over. sometimes you’ll just brush past him in the kitchen and he’ll go: “don’t do that. i’ve got shit to do today. now I’m thinking about you riding me on the counter.”

He gets addicted to whatever makes you moan the loudest.

once he hears that sound, the one that makes your back arch and your nails dig into his arms, he will chase it forever. tries to find the exact angle, exact rhythm, exact words that pull that noise out of you. and once he does? “there. that’s it. fuck, do that again. do it for me.” losing his mind over you, every time.

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