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Dough

A/n: Was sitting in physics and said “what if chef!harry had smut” so heres some chef harry smut.  

Summary: chef harry is gonna miss you. Some angst smut???

TW: sex and a possible sanitation problem 

The noise form bustling streets usually lulled you to sleep; you were use to the constant sirens, horns, people yelling. It all just seemed background noise. Yet, the loud start of a siren woke you from your sleep. The siren continued for a few blocks. You instinctively moved towards Harry’s side, your arms prepared to wrap around him. Though, you were met with empty sheets. You groggily, sat up, eyes adjusting to the dark room with only the yellow light from the street coming through. There was no sign of the man. You called out to him, yet was met with only silence. Shifting to your feet, you walked towards the kitchen. Still there was no sign of him there. 

Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your keys off the coffee table. Coming into the chilly air, you walked only a block to the restaurant. You knew Harry had a habit of coming in at ungodly hours when he was stressed, excusing it to having to bake fresh bread for the next day. Your eyes burned at the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen, hearing the dull volume of FleetWood Mac. Harry stood at the metal counter in the center of the kitchen. His hands covered in flour, as the white shirt he was wearing tighten around his biceps with each knead. “Harry what time is it?”

“Dunno, I got in around 3.” His eyes stayed on the dough. “What are you doing here? You were still snoring when I left.”

“Couldn’t sleep and I guess you couldn’t either.” You leaned against the cold tiled wall.

“Nope.”

“What’s got you up?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

He makes a face. “Well I wanted to make sure Joel closed properly.” He paused. “He did not. So I made sure all the dishes were cleaned, inventory was accounted for, and now I’m making the bread for today.” He turned to you with a sigh, his coming towards your body. “I swear I don’t think I could ever replace you.”

“Well I could have told you that. I’m the best you’ll ever get,” you teased, biting your lip.

“What time is you flight?” He asked, his eyes going back to the dough.

“Around 2.” You answered, your eyes coming to the ground.

“And then you’re off.” He moved the dough to large metal bowl, his hands now  sticky with dough bits all over his hands. “To Paris. For pastries.” He walked over to the sink, scrubbing off the excess pieces from his hands.

“Harry,” you plea. You leave the wall, coming behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek coming to his back.  

“I’m allowed to be sad. I mean I’m happy for you but I’m still sad.” He continued to rinse his already clean hands. Harry and you stood there for a moment, just the two of you. You memorizing his skin and him doing the same.

“Is there anything I can do to cheer up up?” You offer with a cheeky grin trying to cut the sadness.

He chuckles, “didn’t you already cheer me up last night?”

“Well you’re still sad so clearly you need a bit more.” 

He turns around coming to face you. He scoffs.“Baby I have things to do,” he pushes past towards some other kitchen station. “And Joel forgot to stock the olive oil bottles for the table. I swear this man.” His back is turned to you once again, completely in his own world.

You twist your lips to side completely ignoring Harry’s comment. You decide to lift your top over your head, completely exposing your chest to the cold air of the kitchen. Your nipples hardening as your breasts became littered with goosebumps. Coming closer to Harry you wrap your arms around him again. “This will only take a minute,” you say your tongue teasing his ear; your hips gently grinding against his butt.

Harry turns around, eyes widening at the site of your bare chest. Upon seeing them, he just wants to bury his head in them while sucking them while doing more. There was always more he wanted and often got frustrated by his own limitations. But he shakes his head. “You’re gonna get cold doing that,” he says his head coming low as he walked over to the opposite end of the kitchen. “Now where the hell is that olive oil.”

“Oh Harry come on. Please baby, I should have you as many times before I go. Don’t ya think?” You play with your hair while jutting our your breasts. You cross your legs in an attempt to ease the ache between your legs. Harry seems to not pay any attention towards you.

“I’ve found it!” He exclaims, going back to the original station.

“Harry,” you plead.

“Baby, I have to fix this disaster of a kitchen,” he explains yet it’s still not good enough for you.

Coming closer to him, you turned yourself over bending over the metal counter, feeling the cold metal on your skin. Your ass sticking out to interest him. “Hmmm,” you hummed, trying to grab his attention. 

“Baby don’t do that,” he said his eyes scanning over you. His hands still full of bottles. 

“Why?” You said, jutting out your lip slightly. 

He put down the bottles coming closer to you. “Because I’m gonna suck those tits of yours and I don’t know how well Joel cleaned the table.” He smiled at you, his arms pulling you off the counter. 

“Good point,” you laugh coming off the counter. Harry stands in front of you, only a few inches between you. You feel almost silly in front of him as his tall frame hovers over you. The sexual tension beginning to leave. You laugh almost to ease the awkwardness and Harry follows in suit. “Okay, well I’ll leave you to it.” You say, slipping away to grab your shirt. 

Harry grabs your hand, catching you from leaving him completely. “Come here.” He pulled you in closer to him, pressing you against his chest. You took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He smelled of rosemary and stale olive oil and felt warm against you. It was comforting and reminded you of his soft bedsheets and how it felt when you woke up in his arms. “I love you y/n,” he spoke. 

“I love you, too.” You began to feel a warm feeling in your chest as you skin started to crave his. Wanting to feel every rough callus, every soft piece of skin, the way his lips felt on yours. All of it. You tilted your head upwards your lips looking for his. He met yours, allowing each other to melt into each other. Harry’s hands pressed you into him, allowing him to fully engulf you. His mouth opened slightly, allowing your tongue to slip through. He moaned at the arrival. Your hand came to his hair, your fingers lacing them through the dark threads. 

Harry pulled away and smiled. “Okay we can either go to my office or go back to the bed. Though, I don’t know if I can make the block,” he chuckled, his lips attaching themselves to your neck. 

“Hmm, I think one last rendezvous in the office is the perfect goodbye.” 

“Perfect,” he repeated back. Harry in one swift motion, threw you over his shoulder. You out a giggle at the quickness of him. Harry walking towards the office, turn his head letting his teeth sink into the flesh of your thigh. You shrieked at the feeling of his teeth, knowing there would be a mark. He released his bite, settling you on his dark mahogany desk. Harry lowered himself to his knees. His face becoming level with your pussy, his finger itching to hook themselves into your waist band.

“You always go down on me. Shouldn’t I return the favor?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Baby, you’ve returned many favors and besides,” he raises himself. Leaning his mouth to your ear, “I much rather cum in that delicious pussy than your mouth.” You couldn’t help but blush. Harry came down back to knees, pulling your shorts down, hanging your legs off his shoulders. Harry attached himself at the sensitive area, starting in large broad movements with his tongue. Just to ease you in. You leaned your weight on your hands which anchored themselves behind you; throwing your head back. Once Harry felt your pussy become soaking wet from his salvia and your juices, his tongue make jagged quick flicks against your clit. The instant hits of sensitivity not only make your stomach suck in harshly but left you letting out shallow stammers.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you breathed out in quick breaths. You could feel yourself climbing the mountain of pleasure, feeling the peak close by. “Harry I think I’m gonna cum soon!” You yelled, your legs spreading even wider. You expected Harry to pull away wanting to take you close to your edge, yet he didn’t. He stayed in the exact place. Suddenly, you felt the wave hit you. Your body flooding with complete pleasure, your legs caving back in. “Harry I’m cumming,” you moaned out.

Even as your body came down, Harry kept his mouth on you. His mouth lapping, every inch of you. He wanted to remember exactly how you tasted. He finally removed himself from you, his mouth shiny in the dim lighting. “I wanted to taste you. All of you.” He came closer you, only an inch between you. His face stayed on yours, while his fingers went back to your wet clit. You shuddered at the feeling of his finger. It rubbed in small circles. You looked in Harry’s eyes, they looked straight at you, fully concentrating on you. “I want you to turn around, letting me take you however I want.”

His hand turned your body around, pushing you down. You could feel your pussy beginning to ache for him again. You could hear Harry fiddling with his pants. You drew a breath inward, as you felt him push in. Harry gave an audible whimper feeling your warmth. Even though he was in the same place only a few hours prior, he still missed the feeling of you. Harry’s hand stayed on your hips, moving them in rhythm with his. Harry tossed his head back, his eyes closing, losing himself in the moment. One of his hands began to travel towards your core. Maneuvering so they had access to your clit. His fingers moved in a concentrated circle. Your body reacted with another steady climb of pleasure again. He moved his body forward. You could feel his clothed chest against your back. His hips began to move in fast movements. Knowing Harry, this meant he was close. Both of you climbing your own’s highs together. One of Harry’s hands came away from your skin only to be met with it again with a hard smack on your ass. Harry grunted, his movements becoming more aggressive. His hips smashing into yours. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” Harry strung out before moaning loudly. His hips slowly down, his heart racing. His forehead had a sheen of sweat layering it as beads of sweat rolled down his back. Harry pulled himself out of you, your body shocked at the lack of him. You turned around, seeing Harry trying to catch his breath. You pulled him into you, cupping his face and kissing him gently. His skin was hot and wet and his lips tasted of you and salt. “Did you?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, eyes softening as Harry’s eyelids started to become heavy. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. Should I finger you or something?” His eyes lit up, always wanting to please you. 

“No, let’s just get back to bed.”

Harry hummed in agreement his body slumping into yours. It seemed his work would be left for Joel in the morning.

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Harry insisted on driving you. Even though he hated traffic and being away from the restaurant, he still insisted he was the one to see you off. He even paid for parking just so he could walk with you. “Do you have everything? Passport? Toothbrush?” He asked, handing you the bag from his shoulder. 

“Yeah and besides I can always pick up a french toothbrush.” You say, smiling at him. 

“Hey I hear those are completely different.” There was nice moment of silence between you. Each of you looking at each other. “I’m gonna miss you a lot.” You saw the water forming in his eyes. Harry hated crying in public. “Fuck, I told myself I was not going to cry.” You felt your own eyes beginning to swell. 

“Hey, this isn’t the end.” You comforted, your finger coming to swipe his tear. Your hand came behind his head, pushing it towards you. You leaned your lips to his forehead. “I love you.” You whispered again. Harry only nodded. 

“I love you, too.” You pulled away. Both of you taking a deep breath, before you grabbed each one of your bags. You gave a weak smile, offering a shy wave and Harry doing the same. “Bye.” You mouthed and him doing the same. 

Harry watched you disappear in the crowd of people, slowly losing your figure till it all became a blur. 

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hii do you have a masterlist? x

I do not but that's because I want this blog to be just my writing and not much else. So all writing is right there that can be accessed by anyone. I hope that answers the question!

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Pride

A/n: GIRL i have had a week! I’ve had like twenty billion things due but its Friday so heres some smut. 

Summary: you are so proud of Harry 

TW: sex (male receiving) 

“Harry,” you whispered into his ear. Your body came in front of his, gently pressing your hips against him, giving him only an ounce of pressure to entice him. “I want to show you how proud I am, but you have to follow me.” You grabbed his glass, setting it down on the nearest table. You led him upstairs of the massive warehouse that the party was held in. It was one of those buildings that was hidden in downtown LA, only privy to those who knew yet seemed infamous with the amount of parties held there. Leaning in on the bathroom door, you pulled Harry into the white bathroom. Closing the door, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing sweet kisses along his jaw line. “I can’t tell you how proud I am,” you said in between kisses. 

Harry’s hands instinctually placed themselves on your hips, an attempt to keep you as close as possible to his body. “Tell me how proud you are,” he asked, melting into your touch. “Tell me how proud you are of me,” he repeated.

“You have no idea,” you licked from the center of his right jaw to his earlobe. “When they called your name, I was so proud you.” You began to nibble gently on his ear, giving him just a little bit of pain. “Then when I saw you on stage, I couldn’t stop thinking about getting on my knees for you. Sucking your cock just how you like. Just for you. My winner,” you whispered softly into his ear. 

Harry groaned, his spine curving in causing his hips to push into you. “Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes closed. “Please baby,” he whimpered. As much as Harry loved taking control and bending you over, he was never shy from being dominated and letting you control his body. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“That’s what I like to hear. And don’t worry I’m gonna take care of my special winner,” you smirked. Your hands began to undo his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. Harry’s hands gripped the countertop behind him. You pulled his briefs down, allowing Harry’s cock to bounce free. His pink tip throbbing for you. “Such a pretty cock. I’m a lucky woman getting it all to myself. Wouldn’t you agree?” 

He nodded his head, taking in sharp breath. “I want to hear you say it Harry. Use words.” Your hand wrapped themselves around the base while the other cupped his balls, gently moving your fingers around them. Harry was fucked at this point. 

“You are very lucky to have my cock,” he trembled fully succumbing to you. 

“Thats what I like to hear,” you say prepared to drop to your knees.

“Wait,” Harry paused. “Can you? Erm.” You smiled seeing how shy he was. “Show your tits while you go down on me.”

You put your finger under his chin, tilting his face to meet yours. You pressed a gently kiss to his cheek, moving your lips right to his ear. “Of course, anything for you tonight.” Your hands reached behind your neck untying the string holding you dress up, letting your bare chest be exposed. Harry’s hands reached up to them, cupping them before he lowered his head, sucking gently on your nipple. Your arms cradled his head closer to your chest, throwing your head back. You lightly moaned, allowing yourself to feel him.

He pulled away, a smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll always make sure share some of the fun with you.” He teased. He leaned forward into you, whispering. You shuddered on his warm breath meeting your skin. “I’ll eat that delicious pussy till I’m nice and full, and then fuck you till I say so.” His voice was deeper, more controlled than before. Harry and you were unique in the sense that one could be in control but it was always a game that went back and forth. Each one of you taking the other to their limits.

You giggled as he pulled away from you, smiling at the thought of what was to come later. “Alright, but as of right now. I’m in control pretty boy.” You pushed him closer against the counter. Your hand wrapped itself around his neck, your fingertips pressing themselves against his skin. “Now, are you gonna be good and let me treat you. We’ve been in this bathroom long enough,” you gritted through your teeth. He nodded. You gave him one last kiss. “Good.” 

You let his neck go, dropping your knees to the cold floor. You positioned your hands where they were previously. Wrapping your lips around his sensitive tip, pushing him further into your mouth.  He groaned at the feeling of the softness of your warm mouth against his cock. You moved him in and out of your mouth letting your hand pump him simultaneously. Harry’s hand turned white, the harder he gripped the countertop. He understood the rules. When you’re in charge, there is a clear rule that he is not to touch even when that’s all he wants to do. If he does, then there are serious consequences for him. 

Your hand was covered with spit and it drooled out of your mouth as it got messier the more you continued. “Fuck me.” Harry shut his eyes, scrunching his face. “Jesus fucking christ,” he continued, feeling himself come undone above you. “Y/n,” he breathed out with a hitch. His stomach would dramatically suck in, indicating you had hit a his pleasure points. With one hand, pumping his wet cock, the other gently messaging his balls, Harry felt his climax close. “Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His hand left the counter as his fingers became tangled in your hair. His hips stiffened, thrusting slightly upwards. His warm cum filled your mouth when you released him from your mouth. 

Coming up, you cocked your head. “Baby you know the rules, you aren’t allowed to touch.” You leaned closer, mouth slightly agape. “There are consequences.” 

Harry narrowed his eyes, his thumb coming to swipe the corner of your mouth. “I’m taking my award tonight, and I don’t care about any consequences.” His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in. “Now, why don’t we leave and I fuck you so hard all night.”

“You sure you can go again? You came pretty hard.” You teased with a sly smile. 

“Oh baby, I am just getting started with you.”  

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just casually cheats on her for 6 months and thinks it’s fine to just stop and “move on” bc they had a nice holiday together😭😭 if it’s one thing men have it’s the audacity

THIS IS SO FUNNY! I literally love this comment! its so fucking true lmao

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Are you sure?

A/n: Whoa another one?! Crazy! But for real, now that I’m on break I’m just clearing my drafts from the year

Summary: Lost luggage = baby 

TW: sex

“I can’t believe it. Ugh it’s just so annoying, you know?” You pause for a moment. “You know what I can’t do anything about it, it’s fine.” Another pause. “Actually no it’s really frustrating,” you continued to vent. Your hands buckling your seatbelt, as you settled yourself in the car. The dense Italian heat felt heavy against your skin as you fiddled with your hair in an attempt to keep it from sticking to your neck. You crossed your arms, chewing the inside of your cheek. “And you know they’re not gonna call. It’s probably gone forever!” You imagine.

Harry slid in after you pulling you close to his side. “Baby, it’s going to be okay. I know this stuff is irritating but it’s not the end of the world,” Harry soothed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Lots of people have their bags lost by airlines all the time.”

“I know but it had my clothes in it. Like what am I gonna wear?” You complained. Although his touch was usually comforting, it felt like heavy stones adding more weight on your skin. “I just wanted us to have a nice vacation! Ugh I’m sorry, I’m probably ruining this. I’m sorry, i just... am frustrated,” you said, trying to calm down. You began to rub your face in hard movement an attempt to destress.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Things like this can be frustrating but it’s gonna be alright. We can get you new clothes,” Harry reassured. 

“What about all my makeup?” You whined jutting out your bottom lip slightly.

“I like you better without it.”

“Toiletries?”

“We can get that here too,” Harry laughed. “Babe, everything and anything you could possibly need or want we can get. You don’t have to stress.”

You could feel the weight coming off your body. “Thank you,” you say coming closer into his body. “I’m starting to feel a lot better. I think I’m just tired and feel gross from the flight.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “I just need sleep.”

“Don’t worry we’ll be at the hotel soon,” Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe you can sleep now.” He moved your head, his arm reaching over you pulling you into his side.

“Yeah,” you spoke softly. Your eyes gently closing as the car drove away from the airport.

_

“You spent so much on me. I feel bad,” you uttered, while climbing into bed. You grabbed the hand lotion from your night stand, rubbing the jasmine cream into your hands. Harry laid next to you, his fingers tapping away at emails. You had noticed Harry was more stressed lately yet he never gave a clear reason as to why when you asked him. Hence you thought that an Italian vacation would be relax him but he still seemed tense. It must haven been bigger than an album or a movie deal. “I would have paid, but someone already had gotten it before I did,” you sneered. You turned on your side, watching him type away on his laptop.

Harry had his lips twisted to the side as his fingers would type something then quickly press the delete button then type again. “Sorry what? Oh yeah.” Harry pushed the laptop off his lap turning his body to slightly face you. Inhaling sharp, Harry sat up against the headboard. “I mean I just wanted to take care of it. I knew how stressed you were with it.”

“I know but still I don’t want this to be one sided,” you confessed.

“Hey, it was my treat. Don’t worry about it,” Harry assured shaking his head.

You bit the inside of your cheek, as you processed the thought yet it was quickly disbanded by the a new thought. “Hey, actually I need to tell you something. So apparently, my luggage had my birth control in it. So that’s a bit of a bummer,” you explained. “I mean we could grab some condoms or something, but we need to get them soon. But I worry we can’t read Italian very well and what if we buy the wrong size? Oh god that will be awkward.” 

“Y/n, you know-”

“I mean what is ‘super massive’ in Italian,” you teased, laughing to yourself. 

“Very funny, but no. You know, I’ve been thinking,” Harry readjusted himself. Sliding his body down to your level, his arm coming underneath his head while his other hand came up to lightly traced the skin on your arm. “What if we didn’t use anything.” 

You sat up on your elbows, alerted by his comment. “Wait, what do you mean?” 

“I mean, like what if we didn’t use anything. Like anything at all. No more pills or condoms... just us,” he answered. His eyes stayed staring at his fingers tracing circles. 

“But then we’ll have a baby. Wait are you telling me you want a baby?” You asked knitting your brow.

“I think so, yeah.” Harry took a deep breath, “Yeah I want to have a baby with you,” he admitted. “You know I’ve been thinking for a while that maybe it’s time. I don’t know. I just feel like I’ve been growing my career a lot and I’m happy with it but now it’s time to grow something else. I guess literally,” he chuckled. Harry’s hand left your skin and flew to his eyes rubbing them. “I just want a baby and I want it with you. I’m ready to take a break from everything and really be present with here with you. I think lately I’ve also realized that I’ve maybe stalled us and the family we want to build, so I want to prioritize that now. I’ve already talked to Jeff about slowing things down for a while and I know this seems spontaneous or irresponsible but we’ve been together for 6 years. I’m ready to start something bigger and even more I want to do it with you.”

“Well you know, I want children and I do want a child with you and it makes me feel better that you’re taking a break but Harry we aren’t married,” you argue.  “I know we don’t have to be married to raise a child or anything but still I don’t want to screw something up. Sometimes I feel like we lack that security and it scares me.”

“Yeah I get that. Y/n I would marry you right now if that’s what you wanted, I would do anything for you. I just feel this is what I want right now. This is how I want to start our family.” Harry’s eyes finally met yours. It was evident he was nervous, his eyes darting back and forth, analyzing your face. 

You drew a sharp breath inward. Your heart began to race as scenarios ran through your head each while displaying a lifetime flew by in seconds. “I want this too and if you’re slowing down then maybe I wouldn’t have to give up my work. You could stay with the baby. We would almost be a normal family.” You grinned, your teeth drawing you lip into them. 

Harry smiled back at the agreement. “So you will have a baby with me?” 

“Yeah, I would love to.”

_

This has to be the most awkward sex you had ever had with Harry. There was no denying the sexual chemistry between the two of you and yet all of that seemed to disappear in this moment. Harry laid on top of you, his forearms coming down on each side of your head. His hips moving in slow awkward bursts. “Is that alright?” He kept asking which was always met with an ‘yeah’ from you. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you or anything,” he assured, with a pause in his movements. You were honestly a bit disappointed. This was the man who would tie you up, spank your ass till it was red with his handprint, and even poured wax on you to see you writhe under the heat. Therefore, you frankly had no idea who was on top of you. 

“H, can we stop for a moment?” You say, pushing him gently off of you. 

“Oh shit sorry, am I hurting you? I’m so sorry,” he apologized, pulling himself out of you. 

“No no, it’s not that. I just... I’m not glass, you know like you can be more rough with me. Like you usually are,” you hinted hoping he would act normal. Your hand gently pushed the hair out from his forehead, “I like when you’re like that,” you shyly admitted. 

“Oh shit sorry, yeah erm let me try that,” he said clearing his throat. Harry realigned himself with your entrance, pushing his way inside. You let out a moan at the feeling of his fullness.  He brashly moved his hips forward which you grimaced at the feeling. He then tried moving them faster assuming that might be better and yet was again very wrong. It was as though he had forgotten how to have sex entirely.

“Okay, that’s it,” you declare pushing him completely of you. Harry pulled himself away from, curling his legs behind himself. “Honey what is going on? You’re fucking me like you’re like you have never heard what sex is so what’s going on,” you confront.  

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just in my head a lot, like suddenly I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Is it because of the whole trying thing?”

“Yeah, I really don’t know why I’m so freaked, we’ve done this plenty of times and I know I want this so I’m not sure what is going on. Ugh I’m really sorry.” He said collapsing on the white sheets. “I want this to be good.”

“Hey,” you comfort, crawling towards him. “Don’t worry about all that stuff. It’s just me, and here let me help.” You coax, grabbing his arms so he would sit up with with. You positioned him on his knees behind you wrapping one of his arms around your chest and leading his other hand to your core. Grabbing his cock you realigned yourself again with your back firmly pressed against his bare chest. Sliding down on him, you both begin to move in sync with each other’s bodies. “Here just keep moving with me,” you continue to speak softly allowing Harry to adjust. You then move Harry’s hand in slow circles on your clit, letting the feeling wash over you. 

Harry felt his skin melting into yours, the way he could feel himself completely letting go. His lips sucked gently on the neck of your skin as his hand placed more pressure on your clit. “Oh fuck that feels so good,” you cry out. Your eyes close throwing your head back onto his shoulder giving him more access to your neck. Harry slid the tip of his tongue down the curve of your neck sending shivers down your spine. Between the tongue, clit work, and the deep thrusting of his cock, you were being completely unraveled under his touch. “H that’s perfect.”

“Yeah, I might want to switch it up a bit,” he whispers in your ear. His lips pressing a kiss to your ear. 

“Okay how do you want me.”

Harry pushed you off of him, laying you down gently on your back. He came down on top of you, hiking up your legs to allow more movement. “I want you just like this. I want to see cum just like this.” He pushed himself again into you. His hips rolled into you. Your arms wrapped themselves against his neck, pulling him into your chest. His hot skin on yours created a warm comfort over your body. “Just like this,” he whispered again. Your hand slid down your body to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. The feeling of your hand made Harry jerk his hips back, allowing more access for you. 

“Oh Harry, I’m gonna cum, yeah right there.” Harry’s hips began to move faster, harder as his face began to scrunch up. “Fuck me Harry!” You screamed as you could feel your pussy expand as you reached your climax.

“Oh shit Y/n. I’m gonna cum too,” he let out. His eyes shutting tight. “Oh fuck!” He moaned, his release shaking throughout his body. His hips gave a few more thrusts to ride out the full high. His hips can to a stop, his finger delicating running through the hair around your forehead. “I just want to stay like this forever. I love you y/n,” he said his eyes staring down at yours.

“I love you, too, H.”

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Pressure

A/n: You know how porn has a plot... this doesn’t. It’s pure smut. Girl idk where they are even having sex. I think it’s a bed

TW: sex

Harry pressed his lips into yours, your arms instinctually wrapping themselves around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer to you. His hands held firmly against your waist as to pull you closer to him. He began to open his mouth to allow his tongue to slip through to yours. Your core began to pulsate as the budding pleasure started to erupt within you. Without thinking, you pushed yourself against him, only to be met with a hard bulge that pushed against you harder. The growing pressures between both of your groins against each other sent you way past your inhibitions. 

“Harry...,” his mouth came down your neck, sucking gently. “I’m ready,” you breathed feeling an uncontrollable urge to be satisfied. Harry’s arm slithered around you, encapsulating you.

Harry understood the delicate game he had to play. Both giving in to you yet never fully going all the way as he didn't want to spoil the fun prematurely. It enticed him how far he could push you, watching your body twist and turn just to pull away at the right moment. He happened to be very good at the game. “You need me, eh? What can I do for you?” He smirked. He liked hearing the filthy things you wanted him to do come out your mouth. 

“Ugh, you just want your ego to grow,” you tease earning a laugh from him. 

Harry brought his mouth to your ear, “Maybe, but I think it’s more for my cock.” He grabbed your hand, pressing it on his hard cock. “See, I don’t know if I can get anymore hard but you always know how to push me over the edge,” he said, grabbing your earlobe with his teeth. The feeling of the light nibbling on your ear sent chills up your spine as you could feel soaked your panties were. 

“Well I want to first eat me and do that thing I like,” you command. Harry smiling as he knew that when he pumped his fingers inside of your while working your clit he could make you scream. “Then I want you to grab my hips and fuck me hard. God knows how much I need it right now.” 

“Well fortunately for you, I’m a bit hungry,” he chuckled. His hands hooked themselves into your waistband of your panties, pulling them down and flicking them elsewhere. Your core fully exposed, the coldness of the air, sending a shiver down your spine. Harry genuinely hadn’t tasted anything sweeter nor indulgent than your cunt. He had craved it for a week after he had his first taste. 

He place his index finger right at your opening, applying little pressure as he traced upward towards your clit. Once his finger had reached the sensitive bud, a sudden charge of electricity ran through your veins. Shuddering, your hands gripped the sheet above you. The little attempt of release made your body ache more. Harry always liked seeing your knuckles turn white from their grip anytime he got the chance to look up. 

Harry brought said finger to his lips, tasting the wetness it had collected. He could feel his heart quicken as suddenly he needed more. He could feel his cock tighten almost shocked by how hard he was getting. “You are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted,” he said before burying his head between your thighs. His tongue lapped around your clit, getting you ready for the feeling of his two fingers slipping inside of you. His other hand placed on your stomach, holding you still. His tongue flatten itself, darting in and out against your clit while his two fingers pumped in and out of you. His fingers curled slightly upwards, knowing that combination sent you into overdrive. “Holy fuck!” You moaned out, unable to control your things curling up towards you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You protested, knowing that you could easily cum from this. Harry continued his actions, waiting for the precise moment for when to pull away. 

Your hands began to travel to his hair as you pulled it closer to you. Bucking your hips, you began to ride his face. The rocking of your hips allowed his tongue to cover your whole clit with intense pressure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeated, shutting your eyes tightly wanting that sweet release.

That was Harry’s cue, pulling away, he smiled as he could feel all of you on his face. The utter shock left an empty desperate feeling within you, that sent you into an uncontrollable frustration. “You have no idea how hard it was to pull away from you, but I have to give you what you asked for.” Harry decided, taking off his shirt and his pants following. His cock sprang free, relishing in being free from it confinements. He began to climb on top of you, almost ready to push into you. 

With a devious grin, you swung a leg around his hips pushing to him onto his back and you on top of him in a swift motion. “You’ve been in charge for far too long,” you commanded. Your fingers hooked themselves on the hem of your shirt taking it off.  While you had wanted him to fuck you, you realized it was much more fun to fuck him instead.

 Harry loved this view of you. As much as he liked being in control, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be dominated. “I thought someone wanted me to do the fucking,” he commented.

“You were taking too long.”

“Be my guest. I won’t mind,” he joked at you. Grabbing his cock, you lined it to your entrance ultimately sliding it inside of you. The fullness of him made you moan out as you slowly began to ride him. Closing your eyes, you started slow, allowing the pleasure to build up gradually. The achiness that had once been there, began to subside and the feeling of greed took over. Your hips began to roll faster and faster as you wanted more. Your hand came down to your clit as your hand began to rub against your clit. 

It was Harry’s favorite view in the whole entire world. As someone who had travelled the world and seen so much, nothing was more perfect or beautiful as you riding him while you touched yourself. “God you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” His hand creeping behind you, giving you a smack on you ass. 

You yelped at the sting, pausing for a moment. “You better watch it, I’m in charge now.” 

“Fine I’ll be a good as long as you keep bouncing those gorgeous tits of yours in my face,” he said coming up on his elbows. His hands came up to your chest, lowering himself back to the bed, as they reached for them. His hands fondling them, with your nipples slipping between his fingers. “Fuck, you are so fucking hot,” he moaned out. Harry had felt a change within him from his teasing light moments turning into the animalistic urge inside of him dying for his release. His hips began to jump up to meet yours.

“Harry I’m close, I think I’m gonna cum,” you said, feeling the pleasure climb within you. 

“Thats good baby, I think I’m ready to cum too,” Harry replied. There was a sheer layer of sweat along Harry’s skin as his eyes shut, rolling his lips over his teeth. “Fuck, there it is baby. There it fucking is!” He yelled, bucking his hips harshly against yours. 

“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m cumming Harry!” You screamed out as your hands rubbed ferociously against your clit as you rode out your high. You came down slowly on Harry with small movement from Harry’s hips as he milked his orgasm for its entirety. 

You collapsed onto Harry, him still inside of you, his cum dripping out of you and pooling down at the base of his cock. You pulled yourself off of him, falling beside him, as you both caught your breaths. You snuggled closer to Harry, breathing in the scent of his skin post sex. “We’re pretty good at this,” Harry finally spoke. 

“Yeah but I think we could do better. Wanna go again in 20?”

“You will be the death of me,” Harry laughed bringing a hand to your cheek, pushing your forehead to his lips for a kiss. 

[harrysfluff]

College!Harry

A/n: slayyyy i wrote something. Happy halloween! I quickly typed this up, it’s not much and is loosely based on my life. 

 College harry would include 

choosing whose apartment to stay at 

“I have an 8 am so we should really stay at mine”

“yeah but your roommate has a cat and I’m allergic” 

“well my bed is more comfortable”

“touche”

waking up to each other’s alarm 

he would offer to drive you to class on days when he can because he knows it would you more time with him 

texting each other live updates about your guys’ day

Y/n: the person in front of me rn is playing tetris and is quite good 

Harry: arent you suppose to be paying attention?

Y/n: yeah but they’re like crazy good

cooking dinner together 

harry would suck at making chicken, that man could not cook chicken I just know it 

“Harry you can’t use that cutting board! It’s touched raw chicken!”

he would also definitely burn shit 

doing work together at night 

“this groupme is so annoying”

“do you still have your labs from last year?”

“can i have your chegg password?”

“I got a 70 on my midterm, do you think i could still get an A?”

going to bed 

Harry definitely enjoys being held by you and after a while youve been conditioned to fall asleep everytime you hold him

you both have to have a full bed in your guys’ apartment just because the trauma of sharing an twin XL freshmen year 

there are a lot of limbs, too many even 

sex stuff 

harry and you have perfected being quiet during sex 

audible moans are just obnoxious when you have roommates 

anytime the bed creaks, you both move to the floor 

harry almost always places a blanket down on the ground for your comfort 

harry always liked missionary as he was able to look at you beneath him, watching you squirm and come undone 

he liked to leave some space between the two you, to allow you room to comfortably rub your clit while he fucked you 

Harry would lean down to give you a sloppy wet kiss as his body began to lose composure

“jesus fucking christ y/n, i’m gonna cum” 

“me too harry, fuck” 

your bodies would soon then collapse into each other as harry gently rocked his hits into you, slowly riding out his high  

[harrysfluff]

Orange Hue*

A/n: Idk man, I wrote this at 3am. I’ll fix it later. Also smut ahead!

You had your arms wrapped around Harry’s neck while he gripped your hips, moving them to grind against him. Both your bare chests laid against each other, providing the only warmth to the otherwise cold room. You made slow hip movements allowing yourself to enjoy the last time you and Harry would make love to one another. Harry’s lips met your breast as he placed sucked gently on the soft skin. You began to let out soft moans as you felt yourself beginning to clench yourself around him. You pulled him closer to your chest, as the high began to build more and more, his scent filling your senses. Your body began to be overwhelmed by the pure pleasure you felt as gently slide in and out of you. Harry then took one hand off your hip, moving his thumb to your clit where he began to move his thumb in a small tight circle. You gasped by this evaluated pleasure that began to spread through your body. “That’s it,” he whispered against you, “Cum for me baby.” 

Your hips and his thumb began to move faster as you felt yourself close to your release. “Baby, I’m so fucking close. Don’t fucking stop,” he said as you felt the sweat forming from his forehead. 

Both of you were gasping, your fingers making their way up to his hair, pulling with all your might. “Fuck, Harry I’m gonna cum all over you,” you warned. 

“Cum all over me,” his voice became raspy, his muscles aching from holding you so tight. Your body all of sudden felt the needed release that had been built up as your toes curled in pure pleasure. Harry was felt his cock release as his body met yours in which you both were overcome with euphoria. You threw your head back, as you gently rocked your hips to ride out both your orgasms which caused Harry to wince ever so slightly from sensitivity. 

Harry stared at you absolute admiration, as you leaned away from him. Your hair was slightly wet as your breaths were heavy. He loved seeing you like this, your body coming down from its high. To him it seemed like a work of art, the way you touched your face to push your hair out the way. The way your hands laid upon his inked chest as you began to steady yourself. The way when you pulled yourself away, you laid down beside him nuzzling your head into his side. He loved this. 

You felt Harry leaked down your legs, pressing them closely together to prevent anymore. Your outer hand came to Harry’s bird, lightly tracing its outline causing goosebumps. “I love you,” he finally spoke, his arm firmly wrapped around you. His back was laid against the headboard with one arm behind his head and the other wrapped around, holding him into his sideIt was the three words that broke through the silence. 

“Harry, let’s not make this any harder than it is. Please, can we just enjoy this moment,” your voice sounded frustrated, not wanting this to turn into another fight. 

Harry felt a small pain in his chest as he felt his world crumbling. A week ago you would have been quick to say it back, but now his words were only met with cold plea. “I’m sorry,” he finally admitted. 

The room remained silent, with an orange hue streaming through the room from the street lights. Clothes littered the floor with the closet that sat across from the bed open. Harry’s eyes stayed staring ahead into the dark room, as he realized that soon it would be half empty. 

“What do you think you’ll do now,” you say breaking the silence.  

“I’m not sure. I think I’m gonna be alone for a while,” he spoke. Though it was quiet, you felt a deep feeling that wanted to pull you down. “What about you?” He prayed in that moment, that you would not find another person but instead the both of you would find your ways back to each other like a cliche movie. 

“I think the same. I just want to be alone,” your eyes stayed on the ceiling, memerizing the moment. “I love you, too, Harry.” You finally said. 

He felt his heart flutter with a smile growing on his face but only to quickly fade as he remembered that soon you would be leaving. He moved his head from behind his head, turning on his side, he promoted himself up with his hand. “Y/n I love you. I know we need space right now,” he paused for a moment to read your face, “but I hope this is not the end for us.” 

“Harry,” your voice pleaded. “I love you, I just want to be alone for a while to figure myself out. We got together so young, and I just lost myself. I became Harry’s girlfriend or the girl who is with Harry Styles, and overtime did not see who I was beyond that. I mean who I am anymore?” You could feel the tears behind your eyes which you quickly blinked away. It was never a question of love or loyalty but you began to feel yourself slip away. Over time, it felt as if you were this one thing that was made to pretty when needed for red carpets or award shows. But no one valued what you had to stay nor cared to ask you, and while you were proud of Harry, there were times were it felt wrong to ignore yourself.

Harry’s face fell as he felt responsible for your leaving. It was his life that made you leave, and it was the part which he could not control. “I’m sorry. I get that, I just,” his voice trailed off. 

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, “I love you forever, H, and I don’t think this is the end for us. Just let me go for now. Is that alright.” Your forehead knelt against his, eyes closed as the tears streamed down your face as Harry did the same.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “just don’t forget about me,” he laughed only to fade with more tears. 

“I could never.”