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Harry Styles

sometime smut can be boring but these are my favourites!

Halloween Heat - @lukesaprince

rocking the boat - @dontworrysunflower

bad idea,right? - @jarofstyles

drunk with you - @finelinenina

riding lessons - @cowboylikelyric

favourite crime - @harryslittlefreakk

you’re so golden! - @midnightloversmusic

let it burn - @jarofstyles

secrets - @heartateasee

trying - @0nlythrowharrybeaux

app - @hsunrry

winter house - @hsunrry

juno - @harrytheehottie

burning hill - @jezebelblues

puff,pass - @harryhitties

grovel - @heartateasee

soft spot - @cloudyluun

but i got wise (you’re the devil in disguise) - @erodasfishtacos

ride, cowgirl - @rrysbabydoll (they write the best smut)

piano - @jarofstyles (this is some cute smut)

tethered - @atlafan

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strip (famous!harry x fashion designer!y/n)

Summary: A focused CEO Y/N clashes with an unprofessional but alluring Harry Styles, their heated partnership testing patience and stirring unexpected tension.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: nothing much, angsty

A/N: hey guys.... it's been a while. the writing bug bit me tonight, so you guys have the start to a new series that i will hopefully finish. i know that there's no smut, but hoping you guys will still love it. more to come in up coming parts!

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      You stomp quickly through the halls of the office, your folder tucked in the crease of your arm against your body. At the sound of your heels clicking, everyone stiffens in their seats and people in passing move to the side of the hallway, out of your way. On a regular basis, your employees weren’t threatened by you like this. But when the click of your heels went up an octave, they all knew to stay out of your lane. 

      When you stepped into your assistant Heather’s office, she must not have picked up on the cues considering she began by greeting you with a, “Good morning, Y/N! All good this morning?”

      You ignore her greeting and cut straight to the chase, “Do you have any idea where he is?” Heather’s face drops and surely her stomach too. You look down at your watch and up at her again, “It’s quarter ‘til 10. He was meant to be here 45 minutes ago.” 

      Your assistant immediately reaches for her telephone, pressing it against her ear as she types in the sequence of numbers. Heather sits there for a second as the phone rings, biting her lip until you hear a faint click and someone speaks. “Hi Abby, yes, this is Heather Rossi, Y/N Y/L/N’s assistant, and I was just calling to check in about Y/N and Mr. Styles’ meeting this morning. It was meant to start approximately 45 minutes ago, but we still have no signs of Mr. Styles.” You lean against the door frame, possibly looking like a cartoon character with steam spewing from your ears. 

      Heather nods as she listens to the person on the opposite end. “A miscommunication, I understand.” You roll your eyes and scoff. Heather gives you an apologetic look. “Will you excuse me for a moment while I talk to Miss. Y/L/N?” She puts the call on hold before looking up to you. “Are we rescheduling or will you still take him?” 

      You sigh and shake your head, “We have to take him today. We’re under a strict schedule, there’s no time for rescheduling.” Heather nods and picks up the call again.

      “Yeah, so we’re going to need for Mr. Styles to come in today. Scheduling is tight and there is really no time for rescheduling.” She pauses for a second as she hears Abby’s response. “Asap would be great. Perfect, thank you.” When Heather hangs up the phone, she gives you a roll of the eye. “20 minutes.” She sighs.

      You groan and decide that you might as well take a seat in her office. “This guy is actually creeping onto my last nerve.”

      Normal people would just tell you to get rid of him, and it has crossed your mind plenty of times, but it just wouldn’t be good for your company. Aurelia, your clothing brand, thrived when he was wearing your clothes, unfortunately. His first advertisement boosted your sales by almost 50%. It felt almost insulting, but you couldn’t really deny that it was rewarding. And of course his assistant came running back to you. Whatever was good for your company, was even better for him. 

      However, while this partnership was very important to his team,  modeling was not his top priority. In fact, it was probably last on his personal list. On a normal day, he was a music artist. He’d show up to proposals in wrinkled button ups and sunglasses to shadow his hangovers. Overall, he showed no respect for you or your brand for that matter. So, it seemed to you that he was treating this partnership as extra spending money. It infuriated you. 

      Heather nods, “Mine as well. I mean, he could at least try and take the whole thing more seriously.” 

      “Tell me about it,” You lay your folder down on her desk and sit back in the guest chair in front of it. “Abby’s always like, ‘He really appreciates this opportunity,’ with that sweet smile. And while I appreciate excitement, I don’t appreciate lies.” Heather snorts out a laugh before picking up the coffee mug in front of her, handing it to you. 

      “I think you might need this more than I do.” You accept it and take a large sip, feeling the warmth travel down your body. “I’ll make sure I stock up on some tequila next time.” That cracks a good laugh out of you.

      While most CEO’s look down upon their assistants, You praise yours. Heather is an angel sent from above, and most of the time, her work is harder than yours is. She keeps everything on track, aside from Styles' shenanigans which you can’t blame her for, and does it like it’s nothing. She’s the real lady boss.

      “Okay, well let me get down there and prepare for their arrival,” You scoop up your folder and take the mug of coffee with you. “And would you consider coming down to teach Abby how reminders work in online calendars? She’s driving me up the wall.” 

      She laughs, “I’ll be there.” You exit the office with somewhat less of a temper, giving everyone a good morning as you pass, despite you not having one. When you make your way down to the lobby, You watch as a petite woman with icy blonde hair and lash extensions enters through the doors. Abby. And the man you were supposed to see over an hour ago following close behind.

      Harry Styles.

      “Good Morning! I’m so sorry for our tardiness.” Abby clatters near you, grabbing your shoulder as she apologizes. You remove her hand, painting on a smile.

      “That’s alright, Heather’s gonna set up a joint online calendar with you today, so there are no more misunderstandings.” On your part, you want to say. You peak around her to see Harry with his head buried in his phone. You clear your throat and his head lifts. “Harry.” You say, your neck is stiff and your nose is tilted. 

      “Y/N.” He’s dressed in ripped jeans and a loose t-shirt that contains a few holes, as well as glasses that you’ve seen him in one or two times. He slides his phone into his back pocket. “What are ya dressing me up in today?” 

      “Ah, there’s that excitement of your’s I would have loved to have over an hour ago.” You state as you start walking in the direction of your dressing room. You can feel his eye’s roll from behind you, but you continue on with a firm click of your heels. 

      When you reach the room, Heather happens to already be there, looking up from her phone as you approach. “Good morning, everyone.” She walks straight toward Harry and Abby. “Nice to see you again, Harry. Abby, would you like to join me up in my office? I think we should go over some of the future meetings and shoots we have so there are no confusions.” Abby nods and you have to try hard to hold back a laugh. You would say poor Abby, but sympathy left you a long time ago. 

      After their departure, you turn to Harry, who is on his phone yet again, “Harry.” You call his name, but this time you don’t worry about layering on any nice tones. If you aren’t stern with Harry, your words fly right over him. He looks up and raises his brows. “Okay so listen. This project that we're working on is moving fast and on schedule. Which means I need you here when you’re supposed to be and doing what you’re supposed to be. An album with no release date can wait, a line with a hard launch date cannot.”

      You raise your brows, looking for a reply. Harry huffs out a laugh and, “Yes, ma’am.” At least he’s paying attention. 

      “Great.” You turn and grab some of the pieces you created, specifically with him in mind. 

      While he never seems too interested in his part of Aurelia, Harry is known in the media for his style. He’s been seen on the cover of multiple fashion magazines, which is where you first caught sight of him. So while his interests in Aurelia were low, he didn’t mind fashion. 

      “While I get these ready for you, remind me of the name of this collection, the one that you are the “partner” for.” Yeah, you just air quoted him.

      He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the dressing room. “HA HA HA.” 

      “Exactly, which is a very you name, and not a very Aurelia name. But if you really sell it, everyone will love it.” You pull a ringer tee off of the rack that displays a moody teddy bear, quite similar to Harry right now, with a line of his lyrics. You look over to Harry who’s still fully clothed, raising your brows. When he raises his back, you groan, “Strip.”

      He smirks and pulls his shirt over his head, “Geez, take me to dinner first.” When his abdomen flashes in front of your eyes, you scold yourself mentally for spending a little extra time perusing the creases of his body with your eyeballs. You quickly shake the thoughts from your head and hand him the shirt, not missing the sly grin on his face, signaling that he most definitely caught you gawking. 

      Harry slips on the shirt and walks over to stand in front of the full body mirror, brushing his hands down the shirt. You walk over behind him, just barely being able to look over his shoulder in your heels to see his reflection in the mirror. You pull at one of the sleeves to even out the shirt on his shoulders, your stomach twisting slightly, making you pull away rather quickly. When you look back into the mirror, Harry’s no longer looking at himself, but he’s looking you in the eyes. 

      “Look good?” He asks, the tone of his voice being deep, adding a rasp to it that gives you goosebumps. Judging by the way he asks, he knows it looks good, he just wants to hear you say it. You nod, but he pushes further with a, “Hmm?” 

      You bristle and straighten your shoulders, pulling yourself from the daze you fell into. “Yes, it looks exactly as I imagined.” Strutting over to the rack, you pluck out a pale yellow pair of slacks to pair with the shirt. When you look back over to Harry, he’s just staring back at you, so you raise a brow.

      “Strip?” He asks, and you nod, rolling your eyes.

      “You act like you’re new here, Styles.” He reaches for the button of his jeans, shrugging,

     “Just in a daze today.” That makes two of us, you thought. As he discarded his jeans you couldn’t help but be drawn to watch below his torso. This man annoyed you on the regular, but something about him today spiked your blood. You had to be ovulating, it was the only explanation. Something about the way that those ferns pointed right to a place you’d never thought about before today, had your lady bits in a frenzy. But that was quickly shut down as he tugged on the pair of pants you had given him, covering the tattoos you were fantasizing about following like they were a huge neon sign that read ‘suck my cock!’ What the hell was wrong with you? 

      You cleared your throat and began helping him tuck the shirt into the trousers. You can feel as he sucks in a breath and his abdomen caves in, making your stomach turn. When you’re finished, you lean back and take him in, tilting your head to the side.

      “Something’s missing.” Don’t get it twisted, he still looked near delectable, which was infuriating, but it needed something more. You watch as he looks past you to the rack. 

      “That.” You follow his eyes to the plaid green overcoat that hangs at the end of the clothing rack. As soon as you saw it, you gasped. 

      “Exactly,” You rush toward the piece, pulling it off of the hanger and walking it over to him. He pulled it over his arms and joy burst throughout your chest. You clapped a little to yourself out of pure satisfaction.

      Harry smirks at your excitement, stating, “I know what I’m doing, sometimes.”

      Blinded by happiness, you rush forward and run your hands down his coat covered arms smiling. “This is sooo good.” Key moments like this were the reason that you loved this job. When an outfit just made sense, it meant everything to you. But then you realize that you’re feeling up your brand partner, and pull away immediately. Harry huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. Cocky bastard.

      Turning a shade of pink, you pull out your phone from the inside of your blazer, pulling up your camera to capture the outfit. Harry sticks his hands in the pockets of the slacks and stares at you with this sexy straight face smolder. God damn ovulation. You snap the photo and quickly put your phone away. 

      “Okay, on to the next.”

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      You needed to get him out of your office as soon as possible. Something in the air had turned you into a cat in heat, feeling like you were going to hump his leg any second now. It was such a strange sensation. One minute you wanted to punch his face, the next you wanted to sit on it. What a predicament.

      Harry snapped in front of your face. “Hello?” 

      Your shoulders tightened up and you blinked a few times. “Huh?” Sorry, I was too busy focusing on the fact you were standing in front of me in just a pair of briefs that hug your package quite nicely. 

      “Is that all for today?” He smirked as he looked you in the eye, his gaze then traveling up and down your body. You planted your hands on your hips and tried to give him an unimpressed look, though you were definitely impressed by the size of that- Oh my god, what is happening?

      You nodded and gestured your hands to his original outfit. “Yeah, put some clothes on please.” 

      “I don’t know,” He said slyly, stalking closer to you, like a predator to its prey, “I’m starting to think you like them better off me.” I definitely am- No! You gave him a stern look and squinted your eyes. 

        “Styles, that is highly inappropriate. Please put your clothes on.” Crossing your arms, you made your way to the door of the room. “Get here on time next time.” You reach for the door handle to exit the room but as you do, his fingers grasp your wrist tightly and spin you around, pulling you close to him.

      He shakes his head, with a panty dropping expression. “I don’t think I will.” He whispers. You grit your teeth and huff through your nose. This brings another one of those god damned smirks to his face. “Not if you're gonna continue to be a brat like this.” His hand reaches up to thread through your hair before pulling it tight to cock your head up to look at him. “You gonna keep being a brat?” 

      Your nostril flared and your panties became drenched. It has to be ovulation time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

      He chuckled degradingly, “Oh, please. Like you aren’t crossing your fucking legs right now.” Harry leans in beside your ear. “Need some relief, don’t you?” His teeth nipped and your ear and you felt a shiver run down your spine. But then a knock came to the door and you ripped away from him, also probably ripping out a few strands of hair at the same time. A moment later, Abby burst through the door. 

      She smiled, “Oh good, you’re done. You have a studio session in an hour, so we better get going.” Oh, so she could keep track of the studio sessions, but not this? Makes you feel wonderful. 

      You straightened your posture and nodded to Harry. “See you in a few days.” 

      A fucking smirk and you squeezed your thighs together. “Can’t wait.”

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August Fic List

This is my fourth month doing this, and honestly it's so much fun. I love going back at the end of the month and remembering all the amazing work I've read. I love getting to hopefully help promote writers. I love seeing for myself how much I'm reading and from who. I hope you all keep enjoying this as well.

The list:

In order I reblogged, not order written

Multiple writing from the same author are listed together (but I tried to read from as many different authors as I could this month)

Must have a Read More

Writers: Please put word counts, thanks!

Previous Monthly Lists | Fic Rec Tag | My Masterlist

Assistance Needed | assistant!reader 3k @gurugirl

Little bit of face-fucking :o) (Preview) You're Too Sweet For Me (preview) @1800titz

Secrets 7.9k @heartateasee

Grumpy 1.8k Tastes So Sweet 1.3k @harryistheonlyoneforme

Wake N' Bake 1.4k Roomies 8k @0nlythrowharrybeaux

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 3k @jarofstyles

Painted On Your Back 9k The Other Man 13.5k @lukesaprince

Needy 4k Yes, Sir. 7.1k @harrystylescherry

Horan!sister reader 1.8k @avatar-anna

Across the Hall 2.3k @musicforgrapejuiceblues

Green Skies, Pink Grass 2.6k @1d1195

Far From Sober 2.8k Part 2 2k @eveningepiphany

Neighborhood Watch 2.6k @purplecoffee13

Aperture 1.9k @cherryrouge

Best Friend Vacation 6.6k @guiltypleasurecreative

Primavera 11k @smokeinherperfume

Sweet 3.4k @harry-on-broadway

Jealousy, Jealousy 4.5k @harryhitties

Academic Rivals / A/B/O Part 1 22k Part 2 20k Part 3 18k Part 4 14k @jawllines

Delight - Dilf | doctor!Harry 6.6k @harryhoney-bee

Riding Lessons (cowboy!harry) 3.4k @cowboylikelyric

Spinnin' Out Waiting For Ya 18k+ Part 1 3.8k Part 2 4.6k Part 3 5k Part 4 4.8k @swiftmendeshoran

Yes, Mr. Styles 7.3k @smuttyaf

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hi guys… mind if i pop back in and post something within the next few days?

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over half of the hockey oneshot i wrote was mysteriously deleted 😭

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where have u beeeeeen i havent seen u on my dash in so long !!

i know and im so sorry! im currently at my second niall concert of the week so life’s been busy! i swear that i will get something to you in the next few days! ive got hockeyrry for yall!

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would you all be interested in some hockeyrry???

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In love with crystal!! I’m excited to see where you’ll take this story!! Are you thinking short story? Or a full fledged fic?

im so glad you loved it! i was thinking of making it a short little series, something i’d come back to every now and again if everyone likes it enough!

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welcome to cowboylikelyric's masterlist!

hi everyone! i'm lyric and i write everything that goes on in my insane brain. this is where i am going to put all of my writing so that no one has to scroll through my entire page.

i will update as i upload!

AU HARRY STYLES

too much wine

Camilla and Fallon's girls night takes a steamy turn as they discuss relationships and desires over wine. With Camilla's guidance, Fallon explores her attraction to women, leading to a passionate encounter witnessed by Camilla's fiancé, Harry. Their night of passion brings them closer together, blurring boundaries and igniting newfound desires.

riding lessons

Where a tense Harry gives riding lessons to some you would have never expected. When jealousy takes over, Harry reassures you of his love.

crystal

Harry, a serious journalist, is taken to Club Chrome and becomes captivated by a dancer named Clara, known on stage as Crystal. Despite feeling out of place, Harry's flirtation leads to a deep connection and an invitation to walk her home. Their chemistry intensifies, revealing a side of Harry that contrasts with his usual nature.

strip

A focused CEO Y/N clashes with an unprofessional but alluring Harry Styles, their heated partnership testing patience and stirring unexpected tension.

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crystal (journalist!harry x gogo dancer)

Summary: Harry, a serious journalist, is taken to Club Chrome and becomes captivated by a dancer named Clara, known on stage as Crystal. Despite feeling out of place, Harry's flirtation leads to a deep connection and an invitation to walk her home. Their chemistry intensifies, revealing a side of Harry that contrasts with his usual nature.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: i know this isn't harry x reader but it was something that i really loved writing and i hope that you guys enjoy reading it. it isn't something that i've ever read before so i hope that you love it. let me know if you enjoy this because i'm thinking about making it a series.

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April 10, 1962

I step into Club Chrome and immediately I feel a heat rush over me. People crowd everywhere around and Will nudges at my back to push me further in. 

“C’mon, man,” He takes a grab at my shoulder and directs me toward the bar, “I needed a drink yesterday.” Will wears his shirt barely buttoned and his corduroy flares tight to his thighs. His hair looks like he hasn’t styled it in a week. I look down at my brown suit and tie with my quaffed hair. I’m completely in the wrong environment. I follow William to the bar, not aching for a drink in the slightest. 

“Let me get two Old Fashioneds.” He slaps his money on the bar top and turns to watch the stage, or hanging platform rather.

The lights blare on the high stage, twinkling against the dancers. Do You Love Me by The Contours is the soundtrack to the three dancers' moves. Two of the girls stay in cages as they dance to the beat, while one of the girls remains free swaying her hips devilishly. She wears a silver bodysuit with glittery fringe dangling against the very tops of her thighs. She’s electric as she grabs one of the bars of the other girl's cages, slowly dropping her body down it.

William slaps my side. “What a fox, am I right?” He points to where she shimmies in her knee high gogo boots. Will hands me a drink, “You’re welcome, stud.”

My brows pull together in confusion. “And what exactly would I be thanking you for?”

“Getting your ass out here tonight.”

5 HOURS AGO

Sighing, I stretch against the office chair and drop my pen on my desk. I grab my mug and take a sip of my coffee, trying to find any motivation in the world. 

At 7:30, I hear my apartment door slam shut, shortly followed by the yell of my best friend.

“Har?!” 

“In the office, like every other time, Will!” His footsteps track toward the room until he’s standing at my doorway. He sees my notebook on my desk and that I’m still in my work clothes, his expression automatically dropping.

“Does work turn you on or something?” He shakes his head. “‘Cause I just don’t get your constant need to fuck your social life over.”

I turn my back to him, “Some people like to pay their rent, unlike you William.” 

“Oh, my rent’s paid, Harold,” Not my name, “The ladies pay real nice.” He winks at me.

“Even better, “ I smile with sarcasm, “You’re a whore and a jobless loser.” Sadly, this doesn’t even discourage him, instead he just smirks.

“Being a man of the night, while uncommon, is still a job, Harry.” Yeah, my best friend’s a prostitute. Where have I gone wrong? “Besides the point, you need to get out of that chair and go somewhere that exercises your sex life.”

“I’m not practicing your lewd ways, Will.” I drink the rest of my coffee. “And even if I did want to leave the house, I’m not going because I need sex.” Sex wouldn’t hurt.

Will scoffs, “Well, then get your ass up for a drink, you look tense.” I grind my teeth. It’s not respectable to punch your best friend, it’s not respectable to punch your best friend. 

“If I go, will you shut up?” A smirk paints his face again. Impossible. He nods quickly. I point past the doorway. “Fine, but get out.”

“Perfect, I’ll be here at midnight.” He slaps his own ass before leaving.

“Jesus Christ.”

NOW

“Whatever,” I scoff. I take a sip of the drink and feel the burn down my throat. I don’t fancy drinking, but I suppose some whiskey won’t hurt. Drifting closer to the stage, I leave Will behind. If I’m here against my will, I’m at least gonna try and enjoy it.

The lady on the stage’s eyes scan the crowd while everyone continues to dance and pay no mind to the beauty of the women on the platform. But when she finally meets my eyes, there’s a spark and my stomach drops. A wicked smile graces her face and she tiptoes herself to the edge of the platform.

She shouts down from her spot, “And who might you be?!” The corner of my mouth ticks up.

“Harry!” I yell up to her. She stops her dancing, which saddens me a bit, but she begins talking to me instead.

“You new around these parts, Harry?! Don’t think I’ve seen ya before!” I can’t stop focusing on the way the light bounces off her incredible body suit. She sits herself on the edge of the platform, coming closer so that we don’t have to shout.

“No,” I admit, “This just isn’t my scene.” 

She laughs. “Baby, this is anyone’s scene once you’ve had a few drinks.” She extends her hand out to me. “Clara, but everyone here knows me as Crystal.”

I take her hand in mine and shake it. “Like Clara Bow.” Her smile twinkles.

“Exactly.” 

I point to her fellow dancers beside her. “How come they don’t put you in a cage?” This sinister smirk spreads across her face at my question.

“Nobody puts Crystal in a cage.” Just the way she says it sparks something within me, making me want to reach forward and pull her off that stage and take her home. Clara runs her hands across the bedazzled fringe that covers her thighs. “How could I shimmer behind bars?”

“That’s a good question.” I reach and grab the heel of her white boot. “I guess we’ll never know.”

She smiles. “I like you, Harry.” Clara pokes my dimple that makes a rare appearance. “You’re different from these other fellas.”

“Oh yeah?” I hand my drink to her and let her take a sip of it. She hums and nods. “And how’s that?”

“Well, for starters, most of them are the fuzz and they’re all trying to cheat on their wives.” Then her eyebrows raise. “Please say you aren’t married,” Clara grabs my hand, “don’t be all show and no go, Harry.” 

I raise my left hand and wiggle my bare ring finger. “Nothing to worry about.” She lets out a sigh of relief.

“Phew,” Clara pretends to wipe sweat from her brow, “I didn’t want to have to shoot you down.” I chuckle and she sets my drink down beside her on the stage. “What do ya say we cut outta here?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” She places her hands on my shoulders, beginning to slide off of the high stage. I grab her waist and bring her safely to the ground. 

“They won’t mind.” She grabs my hand and starts pulling me further into the club. At some point, I lock eyes with Will and he sees Clara, offering me a wink. When I look back at her, Clara’s blinding me with a smile as she pulls me. “Hurry! Hurry!”

“Why in such a hurry?!” My shoulders keep knocking against others as we finally approach this door in the back of the club. 

“Time is of the essence, Harry!” She pushes the door open and the cold air outside slaps us. Clara finally quits her pulling and lets the door shut behind us, leaving us outside. She reaches her hands up to grab my face, pointing it down toward her. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet, Harry?”

My breath catches in my throat. I rest my hands on her hips and press my forehead to hers. “Wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”

“Of course I want you to.” She presses her lips to mine and my tense body automatically relaxes. I pull her in closer by her waist and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her lips taste like cherries, making me groan.

“Taste so good.” I growl as her tongue skates across my lips, getting access to my mouth. She moans against my lips and I feel the sound in my cock. I try to gently back her up against the brick wall of the building, lifting her leg to wrap around my waist as I grind my hips forward. Clara gasps at the feeling, pulling away from the kiss. She has that sweet as sin smile on her face again.

“We shouldn’t do this out here.” She pushes at my chest before sneaking around me and walking forward along the sidewalk. “Now be a gentleman and walk me home, Harry.” Clara looks back over her shoulder. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”

I jog up to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder as we continue to walk in the cold night. In return, she wraps her arm around my waist. 

“So what does a man like you do for work, Harry?” I notice how she likes to say my name at the end of every sentence. It makes me smile. 

“I’m a journalist.” When she looks up at me, Clara gives me an amused look. “I know, go ahead. Call me a square. Will does all the time.”

She shakes her head. “No, you aren’t a square. It just makes perfect sense.” She leans to press a quick kiss on my shoulder. “Who’s Will?” 

“The bane of my existence.” Her brows scrunch in confusion. I offer her a smirk. “Kidding. Unfortunately, William’s my best friend.” 

Clara giggles beside me. “And what does Will do that’s so much more exciting than journalism?” 

I clear my throat, not expecting her to ask that question. “He’s, um, a… man of the night per say.” My cheeks burn as if I’m talking of myself. Her brows rise a touch before she bursts out in laughter at the color of my cheeks I assume. 

“Why so flustered, Harry?” I watch as she shivers just a touch. I peel my suit jacket off of my shoulders and drape it over hers before holding her again as we walk.

“Not sure.” I look down and her beauty strikes me in the gut. “You just make me so nervous.”

When she tips her head up to catch my eyes again, something in her gaze digs so deep into my soul. “Well, you make me feel brand new.”

“Brand new?” Clara nods. “In what way?” She stops walking and turns to face me.

“No part of you seems to be bothered by my work.” Her dancing. 

“That’s because I’m not.” I grab her cheek and bring my nose to hers. “Your dancing amazes me.” Her eyes sparkle.

“That.” She emphasizes. “You’ve just made me brand new.” Clara pecks me quickly before looking past my shoulder. “This is mine.” 

I turn around and try my hardest to not let my jaw drop at the house before me. No, the mansion in front of me. 

“Yeah, trust me, I get it.” I look back at her and she nods at my expression. 

“This place is…” 

“I know.” She looks down at her feet. “I live alone.” She pulls my arm to follow her up her driveway. Clara sighs. “Daddy doesn’t really approve of my work, so he pays for me to live somewhere separate.”

“You live alone?” I could never live in a place like this all on my own. Too much of everything and not enough people. She nods softly. 

“Yeah, it has its ups and downs.” When we reach the front door she turns back to me and presses her lips to mine quickly in a soft manner before turning back to lead me inside. I feel a flush on my face at her gesture. 

“What are the ups?” I ask, not seeing how it could possibly be enjoyable to live in a house this big all on my own.

A wicked smirk spread on her face. “I get to be as loud as I like and no one can hear.” She wiggles her brows in a suggestive gesture. 

My cheeks heat as we enter the house and I have to stop myself from gasping. Above us is a large, glittering chandelier and around us is a space larger than my entire apartment. 

But when I look back down to Clara, she’s looking up at me with the same expression. 

“What?” I ask. She shakes her head with a smirk.

Taking a firm grip of my shirt, she pulls me into her. “Nothing. Now kiss me you hunk.”

And of course I can’t say no. I grab her chin harshly and pull her lips to smash into mine. Clara moans against my lips as I migrate my hands to her hips and then her ass, squeezing.

She sheds my suit jacket from her shoulders before running her hands all over my body, all while kissing me. Clara began pulling me toward the couch, pushing me onto it. Before I know it, she's climbing onto my lap and connecting our lips again.

Clara takes complete control over me, and I can’t say that I hate any of it. In fact, I think that it’s making my cock throb even more. 

Her fingers work at the buttons of my shirt as she presses continuous searing kisses on my lips. As soon as she’s got it unbuttoned, she’s throwing it behind her. However, she pulls from the kiss, groaning, when she realizes I’ve got on an undershirt.

“Are you trying to kill me, Harry?” She giggles into my shoulder. 

“Never,” I say, sitting back a bit to peel the tank top over my head, tossing it beside me. “Better?” 

Clara bites her lip with a smile, nodding, “Much.” She runs her fingers over my abdomen, a darkness tinting her eyes. They run all the way up my chest until her fingers grab at my chin, tilting my head to look at her. 

Her eyes are this intense shade of blue that I’m sure only exists in the deep depths of the ocean. They punch me in the gut, rendering me speechless. 

Clara smirks at the look on my face, I’m sure. She then takes my hands and leads them to her back where there’s a zipper waiting for me.

“Be a doll and unzip me, would you?” I nod like a helpless puppy, running my fingers over her skin before reaching for the zipper and slowly trailing it down her spine.Once it’s down far enough, I slide my fingers to the straps, slipping them down her shoulders. Clara helps me out, tugging down the front of the bodysuit, rendering me speechless as her breasts come into view. 

Her tits sit up nice in front of me, her nipples flushed and hard as I reach for them. “So pretty, baby,” I whisper as I pinch her nipple between my calloused thumb and pointer finger.

A sweet moan leaves her lips, making me yearn for more noises. I lean forward and bring my tongue to her chest, licking my way all around her one tit, still using my fingers to stimulate the other. My lips wrap around her nipple, sucking in hopes of hearing more of her pretty noises.

“Harry,” A gasp leaves her throat as she tangles her fingers in my hair. 

“What is it, baby?” I tease before switching my mouth to her other nipple. Her hips have a mind of their own as they begin grinding against mine, causing me to groan against her. Clara uses her hands that are in my hair to pull me from her chest. 

Taking them out of my curls, she uses her hands to push herself off of the couch, before pulling her bodysuit the rest of the way down her body and stepping out of it. My cock twitches as I get sight of her fully naked body, the only thing left on her body is her gogo boots.

I reach forward and grasp the back of her upper thigh, pulling her directly in front of the couch. She looks down with a genuine smile, her hands resting on the sides of my face. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. 

She snickers, “Quite the language you’ve got there.”

I shrug, “Can’t contain myself around someone as stunning as yourself.”

It was sweet, if you wanted to know the truth. The way we sat here in this comfortable silence after meeting only an hour prior. Sweet and sultry. 

Clara takes my hand and pulls me from the couch, before turning her back to me and leading me through her house. It gives me the perfect opportunity to lower my eyes to her perfectly rounded ass. The way she sways her hips as she walks leads me to believe she knows exactly what she’s doing. I can barely pay attention to where I’m going with that thing in my face.

“Right here,” Clara drags me out of my daze as we enter what I assume is her bedroom. It’s a spacious room with not much in it beside a large bed pressed against the wall, an armoire, and a side table. “It’s not much I know, but I don’t need much.” 

I look at her with a smile, placing my hands on her hips, and pressing my forehead to hers. “You know, it’s funny that you say that, because neither do I. Just need you in this moment.” And because I’m too impatient, I lock my lips with hers and begin pushing us in the general vicinity of the bed. Eventually we make it there and Clara tips back as her calves hit the edge. She laughs and pulls from the kiss, pushing herself up the bed. I kick off my shoes and shed my trousers before following after her.

She rests back on her shoulders, her chest rising as she breathes deeply. I unzip her boots and throw them beside the bed. I sit on my knees and rest on my calves as I let my eyes run up and down her dancer body. 

“Hey, baby?” The word makes my heart jump.

“Yeah?”

She drags her foot down my chest to my boxers that hold back my very evident erection. “M’feelin needy.”

I grab her ankle and crawl closer to her, wrapping her leg around my hip. I offer her a faux pout, “Need me do somethin’ about it, baby?” 

Clara nods. I smirk and take her hips, lifting them up abruptly. She squeaks at the movement, soon moaning out as I plant my mouth directly on her sopping pussy. I drag my tongue up her folds, huffing out a laugh. 

“Shoulda told me you were this wet, honey,” I mumble against her cunt. Her chin is dropped to her chest as she watches me lap at her arousal. Bringing my lips around her clit, I suck on it making her groan. 

“Oh my g- goodness,” Her teeth chatter as she speaks out. The desperate tone in her voice makes me thrust my hips against the mattress, looking for friction of any kind. I notice her hips start to grind against my face, moving them to her liking. 

Bringing my fingers to her center, I run them up and down her folds, hearing her gasp. “Want my fingers?” 

She nods, insistently, “Mhm!” I press one into her slowly and her back lifts off the bed, arching. 

“Yeah?” I give her a second one and she’s squealing into a moan. I allow my tongue to continue working on her nerves as I fuck my fingers into her. Her cheeks are flushing as her eyes begin to shut and god, is it a sight to see. 

I curl my fingers inside of her and feel around for the spot within her that will drive her crazy. When Clara gasps out suddenly, I know I’ve found it.

Her legs begin to shake and her cunt squeezes my fingers like a vice. “Gonna cum, Clara?”

“Yes, Harry,” Her eyes wired shut, “Yes!” 

“C’mon, baby,” I keep my fingers at their pace, my tongue flat over her clit so she can ride it herself.

She lets out a stretched out moan, her back arched beyond belief as her hips continue to grind against my face through her orgasm. It has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Her cries only get louder as my fingers continue to fuck her through that high. When it becomes too much, she grabs my wrist, pushing my hand away. 

I crawl up over her, softly kissing her cheek then down to her lips. “Feel good, baby?” 

She nods and lifts her arms to pull my hips closer to her. “Very good.” Her sneaky fingers tug at the waistband of my briefs.

I pull my face back a touch. “What’re you up to, crazy?” 

Clara bites her lip, trying to hide her suspicious smile. “Wanna make you feel good.” 

I grab her wrists and pin them above her hand, placing my lips beside her ear before whispering, “Oh, trust me, I’m gonna feel real good when my cock is drowning in your pussy.” 

She gasps into my ear, but when I pull back to watch her face, she’s got a wicked smirk on. “Such naughty things you say.” 

“I’m a journalist, baby.” I smile. “Wide vocabulary.” 

I peel my briefs down my legs, kicking them from my feet. I sigh at the relieved feeling my cock experiences as it’s freed. When I look back up to Clara, she’s got wide eyes and blushed cheeks.

“I- I, uh,” She shakes her head, “I don’t know if that’s going to fit in, um, me.” 

“It’s okay,” I bring my hand to my cock, giving it a few strokes with my that’s soaked in Clara’s arousal, “We’ll make it fit.” 

She gulps in the way a cartoon character would, where you can watch the bump travel down her throat. I run my opposite hand up and down her hip. 

“Relax, baby,” I kiss her cheek again.

Clara nods and brings her hand in front of her face, spitting on it, before wrapping it around my cock to join my own. A deep groan travels up my throat as she squeezes it slightly. 

“Perfect,” I growl, “You’re perfect.” 

She shakes her head, “Not a singular person is perfect,” Clara brings my tip to the mess of her wet cunt, dragging it through it, “But together, we could be perfect.” 

She lines me up before I nudge my hips forward, slowly feeding my cock into the tightness of her pussy. Her jaw drops as she lets out a sound I haven’t heard from her yet. 

“Fuck,” I whine out as I continue to slip into the wetness of her. Her arms reach up to rest on my abs while her legs wrap around my waist. 

When I give her the last bit of my cock, submerging myself fully, her nails dig into my abdomen and her voice turns shaky, “Oh my- you’re so deep.”

I took a firm grasp of her hips and started to give her gentle thrust, not trying to overwhelm her too quickly. But, god, was it hard to hold back.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper beside her ear, “Nice and wet for me, squeezing me just right.” 

Her face screws up in pleasure as she whines, “More, please.” And of course I can’t say no to her.

I pull my hips back until all that’s left inside her is the tip before thrusting back into her. She cries out, her hips grinding up to meet my thrusts. I move one of my hands to her ass cheek, giving it a tight squeeze as I give her harder thrusts. 

Clara starts laying kisses on my neck, her tongue dragging against the spot beneath my ear, making me growl, “Driving me fuckin’ crazy.” 

She giggles, quickly cut off by a moan, “Good, I like my men wild.” 

“Yeah?” I tease, taking the back of her thigh to push her knee to her chest, putting us in a position that allows me to slide deeper. “Well, I like my women tight and dripping so I guess we’re both in luck.” 

Her brows furrow as uses her fingers to tweak her nipples, moaning softly. 

“Be loud, baby, wanna hear you.” I pick up the pace of my hips and she sure does let go. Her cries grow louder and longer, especially when I reach my thumb down to rub over her clit. 

“Oh sh- shoot!” She shouts, squeezing her tits. I laugh at her choice of words. 

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She nods desperately. “Won’t even swear while I’m inches deep in your pussy.” 

She whimpers as I press my thumb firmer to her clit. She also clenches around me and I nearly cum right there. It’s then that I think about the fact that I’m fucking her bare. Fuck. 

Clara’s walls continue to flutter around me, signaling to me that she’s going to cum again. So I keep my pace steady and keep pinching at her clit. 

“I’m gonna-“ Her eyes squeeze shut and her fists clench beside her. 

“Give it to me. And I want you screaming my name when you do.” And scream she does. We may be alone in this huge mansion but I’m sure someone miles away could hear how loud she’s being.

“Harry-“ Her thighs start to shake and I feel a certain feeling climb up my spine as my thrusts begin to lose rhythm. Her back arches as high as it can with her knee still to her chest as I continue to pound her through her high. 

“That’s it, baby,” I talk her through, feeling as my high starts to make its way to the surface soon after hers. My chest rises and falls as I try to control how fast it comes on to me. But it has been months since the last time I had sex, and my hand can only get me so far. 

When her orgasm recedes, I pull out of her, giving my cock the proper strokes as she lays there is a post-orgasmic bliss. “Where do you want my cum at, darling?” She’s a bit slow to answer, saying nothing, just opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. My cock twitches in my hand at the sight in front of me. “In your mouth?” 

She nods with a smile on her face, tongue still out. I grab the back of her head and lean her face closer to my cock. She touches her tongue to my tip as I stroke it and something about the way she looks up at me with a sweet look in her eyes has me done for.

“Shit, Clara,” I groan as I shoot ropes of cum onto her tongue. She snickers as I do and it drives me insane. I milk out every last drop into her mouth and watch as she enjoys every bit of it. I tap off any last drops then pull away as I start to slowly soften. Clara closes her mouth and swallows my cum before smiling. I lazily lay my body on top of hers, burying my face in her neck. 

She rubs her hands up and down my back, speaking up, “Harry?”

“Mhm?” I barely hum out.

“My leg’s starting to cramp. Could you move it please?” Oh, yeah. I still had her leg folded like a pretzel against her chest. 

“Shit, yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t even think-” I pull away from her, an embarrassing flush coating my face as I let her leg down to hit the mattress. She gets a smitten smile on her face.

“It’s okay,” Clara reassures, “Don’t get all shy on me now, you’ve already done me in.” That is what I’m going to guess is her clean version of saying I’ve already fucked her.

“I know,” I put my face back in the crease of her neck and shoulder, “Just feel like such a square around you.”

She laughs, “Nothing about what you just did to me was square, Harry. And maybe I like squares. Did you ever think of that?” I shrug, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull myself closer to her.

“Explains why you brought me home.” She scoffs, but doesn’t continue the conversation any further. We bask in this comfortable silence for a good while. A romantic silence even. Clara has her hands in my hair, massaging my scalp, and I have my hands rubbing her hips. How come I’d never experienced this before? Every other time I’d been sexy with a lady, she’d kick me out immediately, embarrassed, I assumed. But Clara was in no rush for me to leave.

“I’d like to see you again, Harry.” She breaks the silence. “I’d like to see you a lot.”

I huff out a chuckle, assuming she’s joking until I hear no laugh from her end. I pull my face from her neck to look at her. “You serious?”

She bristles at my question. “Of course, I’m serious. I’m no jokester.” 

My brows furrow, “Well, why’d you wanna see me again?”

She rolls her eyes as if it’s obvious, “Because I told you, you make me feel brand new. Like I-” She takes a deep breath, “Like I can be who I wanna be.” She bites her lip, getting visibly nervous. 

“Shouldn’t everyone make you feel like that?” I ask.

“They should, but they don’t.” She frowns.

I close my mouth and stare into her eyes. I run my hand up to her cheek, brushing hair from her face. “Then, yes, I’ll see you again. I’ll see you a lot.”

A bright smile takes over her entire face as she plants a peck on my lips, “Cool.”

I nod, “Cool.” 

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riding lessons (cowboy!harry)

Summary: Where a tense Harry gives riding lessons to some you would have never expected. When jealousy takes over, Harry reassures you of his love. Based on this ask.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, oral sex (female recieving),

A/N: i have been dying to do some cowboyrry so here you guys go! and if anyone is wondering, i am totally picturing harry with his current mullet cause duh. please let me know what you think! love you guys the most!

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      “Harry!” You squeal as Harry peppers kisses all over your face, his fingers tickling up your sides. 

      “Hmm, what?” He manages to get out between kisses, a smile painted on his face. You plant your hands on his chest and try to push him away. 

      Harry had woken up in an excellent mood this morning, full of smiles and love. He had clung to you since the moment you woke up, laying constant kisses on your lips and now all over your face. 

      He ran his hands up your bare stomach under his shirt that you were wearing, his kisses slowing just slightly. 

      “Baby,” You push at his chest, giggling. 

      Harry pulled away with a cheeky smile on his face, resting his forehead against yours. He looked into your eyes and there was that look he always gave you that made you blush.

      “You’re so fucking gorgeous, honey.” He went to take another kiss from you, which would have probably led to much more than a kiss, when his phone buzzed, pulling a groan from him. 

      He buried his face in your neck, mumbling, “Don’t wanna go.”

      You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling his face back so you can look at him. “Lessons?” You ask, a frown appearing on your face. Normally Harry loved giving riding lessons. 

      Ever since you met Harry four years ago, he’s lived in the same place, doing the same thing. Harry grew up on his family’s ranch, and never left. Once he got old enough, his dad let him start running the horse riding lessons because that was exactly what Harry loved to do. He still hadn’t taught you, but that’s because you had never really asked him. It just wasn’t something that you felt the need to do, ride a horse that is. 

      You didn’t grow up here like Harry did. You grew up in a city about two hours from the ranch. You and Harry met on a random Sunday at a grocery store when he was visiting family. The moment you met him you knew you had to see him again. And of course you did, you were persistent. 

      Now, four years later, he was your best friend as well as your husband. You both live on the ranch in a sweet little farmhouse that he and his dad built together.

      But the point was, Harry loved giving riding lessons on the ranch, so you couldn’t quite figure out why he sounded so against it today.

     Harry nodded and placed a kiss on your nose before climbing off your bed. He had dressed himself earlier, so all he had to do was tug on his boots. He grabbed his cowboy hat from the side table, placed it on his head, and came over to your side of the bed to lean over you.

      “I’ll be home for lunch, honey,” he says before giving you one last kiss, then grabbing his phone to check the message he got earlier. 

      As soon as his eyes hit his phone his body tenses, but he moves past it as if nothing happened, sticking his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. 

      “I love you,” You call out as he starts to make his way out of the bedroom.

      He looks back over his shoulder and puts on a fake smile, nothing like the one he wore earlier, saying, “Love you more,” before leaving the room.

      What the hell was up with him? 

      You tried not to think too much about it, getting a shower and getting ready before making your way to the main farm house on the ranch where Harry’s parents lived. 

      As soon as you stepped in, you could smell the delicious breakfast that you knew Ronnie, Harry’s mother and your mother in law, prepared. 

      You turned the corner to the kitchen and saw the spread of breakfast foods across the kitchen island. Pancakes with blueberries and ones with chocolate chips, fried potatoes, bacon, and everything else you could imagine. Your favorite was her hand squeezed orange juice that she made you a new jug of each week. 

      “Ronnie, you really do know the way to my heart,” you say and watch as she turns around, smile bright just like Harry’s.

      She held out a full plate in your direction, “Good morning, sweet pea.” 

      “Morning,” You took the play from her and sat at the island, digging in. And then of course you got to thinking about Harry’s strange mood this morning and it had your stomach turning all over again. So, you asked your mother in law, “Do you know who Harry’s giving lessons to today?” 

      She hummed, shaking her head, “M’not sure. Why’re you asking?” She sets a full plate in the microwave, for Chris, Harry’s father, before coming to sit and eat her own breakfast with you.

     You shrug, “He just didn’t seem too excited to get out there today is all.” 

      Ronnie got a confused pout on her face. “Well, if anyone could figure it out, it’d be you, Y/n.” 

      You nod and stab at the pancake on your  plate, hoping it was nothing major.

      Later on, as the clock struck twelve, you began to wonder where Harry was as lunch sat on the counter. So you took a trip out to the training ring. Sometimes Harry got so enthralled with the horses that he wouldn’t realize the time had passed. Other times, he and Chris would take their horses down the trails for an afternoon stroll. Either way, this wasn’t unusual for Harry.

      The ring wasn’t too far from their house, about a five minute walk. Chris and Ronnie had gifted you both a four wheeler last Christmas to travel the ranch with, but you enjoyed taking in the scenery. 

      As you approached the arena, you watched as Harry rode his horse, Kalli, beside someone else who you could tell was riding, Milo. Milo was patient, so he was often used for lessons. 

      You stepped a touch closer, trying to see who the student was. It was definitely a woman, but her face was turned away from your view so you couldn’t tell. 

      You couldn’t see how Harry was feeling as Kalli trotted along. The both of them rounded the ring and you finally caught sight of her face. Ada.

      After being with Harry for four years, being married for almost one, nothing really sparked jealousy within you anymore. But as you caught sight of his ex riding beside him, your stomach slightly dropped. 

      Ada lived in the same town as you guys, so it was almost guaranteed to come across her a few times in a year. You’d never really acknowledge her, but the two of you had no bad blood. Harry never talked extremely horrible about her, only that their relationship had always been quite… miserable. 

      So why was he giving her lessons? And why hadn’t Harry told you?

      She laughed beside him and he cracked a slight smile before they started making their way toward the stalls, which were in your direction. You were quick to move out of sight, not wanting to make a big deal of this. So, you headed back to the house and tried to shake the enormous feelings that were piling in your gut.

      Harry had never taught you how to ride, but now he had taught Ada. Why did that bother you so much? Harry didn’t even like Ada, afterall, he married you. But did he wish you had more enthusiasm when it came to riding? You loved the horses like they were your own children, you just never wanted to ride them, that was Harry’s thing. 

      Your lip quivered, but you shook your head, stepping back into your home, heading straight for the kitchen. You took a deep breath as you sat at the table and painted on a smile, beginning to eat your lunch. 

      The front door clicked as it shut, his voice ringing through the house as he called, “Honey?” 

      “Lunch is ready!” You controlled the shake in your voice as you shouted. 

      Harry walked through the doorway, sweat soaking through the collar of his t-shirt. He smiled at you as he crossed the kitchen. He approached you from behind your chair, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. 

      He sat across from you where his food sat, removing his hat from his head, sitting it on the table. You cleared your throat, “How were the lessons?” 

      You stared down at your plate as he answered. “Yeah, they were fine. Got to see Willow again. She gets better everytime I see her.” 

      Willow was the daughter of a friend of his, he’d been giving her lessons since she was five. But you weren’t really hoping to hear about Willow. 

      You hummed, “Anyone new?” 

      Harry forked some food into his mouth. “One new student today.” 

      “Sounds exciting.” You say, not meeting his gaze. 

      “Is everything okay?” He asks. Yeah, everythings great, just the fact that your new student is your ex. 

      You look up, nodding, “Yup, think I’m just tired.” 

      He pouted slightly, taking your plate. “Well, go up and take a nap, honey. I’ll clean all this up. Gotta head out to tidy up the stalls then I’ll come back right back to you.” 

      Harry came over to place a kiss on your lips, whispering, “I love you,” before staring over to the sink.

      You padded up the stairs, going along with the whole nap idea. Except you could nap. All you could do was roll around the bed and shut your eyes, picturing them riding together. 

     You groaned and stared up at the ceiling. For once in your life, you had all the motivation in the world to go out to the stalls and saddle one of the horses. That was never something you wanted to do before. You had no idea why. Maybe you were scared or maybe you were just self aware. But now you wanted to, or you thought so.

      You slide off the bed and hop on one of four wheelers, zipping to the stalls where you hoped Harry would be. 

      “Baby?!” You call out as you park the wheeler, stepping to the stalls. 

      “Milo’s!” He yells back and you make your way there. When you get there, Harry’s brushing Milo with a smile on his face. “Hey, honey. That nap was fast.”

      “Yeah, I’m rested and refreshed. Feeling better than ever.” Not. “Hey, uh,” Harry looks up from Milo, “Can I ask you something?”

      He nods, his brows furrowing, “Course you can, Y/n, you know that.” 

      You clear your throat, nodding to yourself. “Great, good, well,” You shake out your hands that feel like they’re getting sweatier by the second, “I was, uh, wondering if you’d teach me how to… how to ride.”

      Harry’s face pulls back, surprise written all over it. “Really?”

      “Yeah.” You nod, taking the brush from his hands and placing it in the basket. “I want you to give me lessons.” 

       The furrowing of his brows returns yet again and your heart drops: He shakes his head in confusion. “Why?” 

      You frown and scoff. “Do I need a reason?” 

      “No, it’s just you’ve never asked me before-“

      “Well, I am now,” You walk closer to him, whispering, “I want to learn how to fucking ride.” 

      Hurt spreads across his face as you spit the words. “Y/n, are you okay? What’s up w-“

      Flashes of what you had seen earlier seep into your mind. Ada laughing beside Harry, him smiling, him not telling you.

      Anger rushes over you as you bring your hands to his chest, pushing him back a few steps, yelling, “Just teach me how to ride, god dammit!”

      Then, you’re stuck in place and so is Harry. You let out heavy breaths, your shoulders tight as your stomach turns. Silence fills the air as you both stand in front of each other. What had you just done?

      Finally, the emotions that you’d buried deep down earlier had erupted and you look like an asshole. But you still felt hurt. But he was the only thing that ever healed the hurt inside of you. So, right in front of Harry, you broke down. A sob rushed out of your throat, tears falling as you stepped over to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. 

      Harry wraps his arms around you and slowly rubs his hand up and down your back trying to soothe you. “It’s okay, honey, you’re okay.” He laid kisses on top of your head as you cried out into his chest. That was something that you loved about Harry. He didn’t need to know what was wrong, only that if something was wrong, he wanted to fix it. 

      You cried out every single tear you could until his shirt was soaked and your face was drenched. He pulled your face away from his chest to get a good look at you. He stared into your eyes, hand cupping your cheek, asking, “What’s hurting you, honey?” 

      You bit your lip staring at him, debating whether or not you wanted to tell him. Of course, you wanted to tell him, but you didn’t know if it would make you sound like a crazy jealous wife. Because maybe you were in the wrong. What if this was just all in your own head? Wouldn’t you look stupid.

      You took a deep breath, “I know you’re giving Ada lessons.”

      Harry’s face morphed into an expression that you couldn’t read. His mouth dropped open a touch and you thought that maybe it was guilt that you saw. 

      “Y/n,” He shook his head, “I’m so sorry.” He was sorry? Did that mean he had done something? “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

      “No, it’s okay,” You try to fan your face to dry the tears on your cheeks. “I’m sorry I acted this way, it was stupid-” 

      Harry grabbed your face again, “Don’t you ever say that. It wasn’t stupid. I’m stupid. I’m so fucking stupid because I actually believed her.” Now, you were confused.

      “What?” You asked. What the hell was going on right now?

      Harry sighed and grabbed your hands. “I didn’t wanna teach her, but she came to me with this sob story,” Shaking his head, a look of disgust washed over his face. “Told me her dad said she needed lessons cause of she didn’t learn how to do something around their farm soon, he’d kick her out.”

      A wave of relief crashed over you. You had no idea she still lived with her dad and you were assuming Harry didn’t either. Ada’s dad also had a farm, but it wasn’t nearly as big as the Style’s ranch.  

      Your shoulders dropped. “Oh.” 

      Harry nodded, “Yeah, accept he didn’t say that. She just made up the whole goddamn story as a way to get to me. I mean,” He motions behind him, “I’m sure you saw her out there. She knows how to ride a fucking horse. I feel so stupid.” He grabbed your face again. “You know she means nothing to me. Nothing else in the goddamn world means a thing to me if I don’t have you. You know that right?”

      “Of course, I do.” You pressed your forehead to his, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “But why didn’t you just tell me?” 

      “I don’t know.” He shakes his head, “Honey I wish I had a reason, but I don’t. God, I’m so fucking stupid.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Forgive me, baby.” 

      You nod. “You’re forgiven,” You wrap your arms around his neck, “But you’re still gonna have to make it up to me.”

      Harry pulled his face back, a mischievous smirk planted on his face. “Right here?” He asked, gripping your hips and backing you up and out of Milo’s stall, before shutting the stall door. 

      “Harry…” You whispered. The dimples grew on his cheeks which you knew meant he was up to no good. “What are you doing?” You asked as he began trailing his lips down your neck.

      “Shh, trying to make it up to my wife.” He slurred against your neck, as if he was drunk off of the feeling. You giggle at his tone but push him off.

      He groans at you but you just roll your eyes. “Down boy, you’ll get what you want. But I don’t really feel like giving the horses a show.” You grab his hand and pull him from the stalls quickly, scanning the ranch for a secret hideaway. 

      Harry tugs you to the right, saying, “The barn.”

      You shake your head quickly. “Your dad!” You whisper shout. What was he thinking?

      “Is done for the day.” He finishes, dragging you over to the big red building. As soon as you get in, He pushes you up against the wall, his lips immediately pressed to yours and his hands feeling all over your sundress. His hands slip beneath the material, going straight for your ass, squeezing it. 

     His tongue slips across your lips, making its way into your mouth as your hands make their way up to his hair at his neck. Your fingers tangle in the curls as you moan against his mouth. You were feeling the effects of his actions already as your arousal began to soak your panties. He pulls away from the kiss, breathless and a lust drunk smile on his face. He pulls his cowboy hat from his head, setting it on yours.

      “Hold this for me?” Harry starts to lower himself onto his knees. “Wanna have a taste of my sweet, sweet Honey.” 

      He lifts your dress up to your waist, looking for you to hold it. You do, grabbing the hem of your dress as a breeze blows over your legs. Harry kisses the inside of your thighs, trailing up to the very apex. You let out a small gasp, your stomach caving in as he pressed his lips over top of the center of your panties. 

      “Oh, baby,” He placed a long lick along your covered center, “So worked up.” He hooked his fingers into your underwear, sliding them down your legs. He tucked them in the back pocket of his jeans before lifting one of your legs and placing it on shoulder. He locked his eyes on yours as he latched his mouth onto your cunt. 

      “Oh my god,” You sigh as he slid a hand back to hold your ass, pushing your pussy further in his face. Harry wrapped his tongue around your clit, sucking at it, sending zaps of pleasure through your body. He groans against you, his tongue moving to fuck into you. Your head starts to lull back at the loads of satisfaction you’re feeling but he’s quick to reach up and pinch your thigh, getting your attention. 

      “Eyes on me,” He speaks sternly against you. You nod and watch as he drowns himself in your arousal, exploring every inch of your pussy. “Ya wear dresses like this more often and I’ll be on my knees forever.” 

      It was one of the simple sun dresses that you had in your closet. You had no idea that it drove him this crazy, but you made a mental note.

      You started grinding your hips against his face feeling the tingles climb up your spine. Harry nodded and kept himself still, letting you decide what felt good. “That’s it, honey, take what you want.” So, you did. Your hands dropped the bottom of the dress that you had been holding, sticking your hands in his hair and pushing his face against you. 

      “Harry,” Your voice grabbing onto a high pitch noise as your high started to creep up on you. Your head dropped forward as you watched him, his hat that sat on your head dipped forward over your face. 

      “Go ‘head, honey, come for me.” He his nose rubbed at your clit while his tongue continued fucking into you, making you moan out and pull his curls.

      And all of a sudden, you were being pushed over the cliff and your high washed over you. Your legs shook as he lapped up every drop of your arousal like a puppy. You hoped that you weren’t too loud, but you couldn’t help yourself as he began to suck at your clit again.

      You yelped and yanked at his hair, shaking your hair, “Too sensitive.”

      Harry chuckled as he removed your leg from his shoulder, rising off his knees. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Feel good, baby?” 

      You hummed and nodded. “Just like jelly.” 

      “Ready for some more?” He picked you up from your ass and wrapped your legs around his waist, jogging you both to the house, leaving you squealing.

      “Harry!” 

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