#Harry styles smutty concept

[1800titz]

18+

potteryinstructor!Harry who has bulging arms covered in ink, and a fun little, red-tinted pearl earring dangling from one ear, and dried clay over his lengthy fingers all the way up to his forearms.

He owns the unit below his apartment, but instead of a restaurant or a bar the staircase from his front door leads down to a pottery shop. It’s tucked away in a busy plaza downtown and when he washes his hands in one of those big utility sinks in the back the muck rinses away to reveal red polish decorating his nails.

The first time Y/N meets him she’s just wandered into the store alone — it’s empty of people and quiet besides the soft notes of RÜFÜS DU SOL leaking from the overhead speakers. She roams beside the line of wheels to admire the variety of little statues adorning the shelving, some obviously crafted with expertise and elegant artistry, and some lopsided efforts that probably deserve one of those meme you trieded stickers. She’s just about to head out, but then a very, very — ludicrously, practically — handsome man steps out from some room in the back, bi’s and tri’s working with rigid muscle as he wipes his hands off into a navy little rag. His skin is tanned and clean but streaks of dry clay still coat his white graphic tee. The gray staining on white feels sort of like a sin, but something about his nonchalant nature in the way that he regards her gives her the impression that he doesn’t really give a fuck.

potteryinstructor!Harry who convinces Y/N to hop on the wheel for a lesson because he's bored, and she's pretty, and no one's come in for the last two hours, and he's just been messing with clay. Who tells her, “Take your bracelet off for me,” in this totally innocuous manner, solely to preserve the condition of her jewelry, but the way he tacks on the for me in combination with his sexy, sexy, sexy demeanor has this warmth blooming in Y/N’s chest.

potteryinstructor!Harry whose jade irises bounce from the lump of clay as he cups over her palms with his own warm grip and works it into a shapely cylinder to her own concentrated expression.

potteryinstructor!Harry who manspreads on the little stool across from her and explains the different stages of pottery making, who laughs softly when he stands up and turns away for a second and the cylinder Y/N’s cradled starts to wobble and collapse, who helps her by pressing his much larger hands back over her own and sculpting it back up into something more even.

potteryinstructor!Harry who makes charismatic small talk — who the fuck can manage to make small talk charismatic? — cheek propped in his hand behind the counter as he watches her shape the clay.

potteryinstructor!Harry who doesn’t disrupt Y/N’s work as she carves swirls into the clay after its torched despite the fact that the shop has been closed for half an hour.

potteryinstructor!Harry who does great work with his hands on a wheel and possibly even greater work with his fingertips roaming between her sticky thighs. Who sinks the digits into her and thumbs over her clit. Who licks a stripe from the outer border of her collarbone all the way to her ear, nipping back down over her jugular.

potteryinstructor!Harry who bends her in half and grapples over the back of her left hip with his right hand as he tucks his cock into her, whose red-lacquered fingertips scratch at her scalp when he bunches her hair, when he tugs on it as he twists her head to the side to share a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, licking into her mouth. Who switches positions and sits back in a chair and coaxes her until she’s leant back with her palms propped over the sturdy muscles of his thighs, who cradles over her throat with ring-covered digits and seemingly effortlessly ruts up into her, brows pinched and strawberry mouth parted in ecstasy.

potteryinstructor!Harry, potteryinstructor!Harry, potteryinstructor!Harry.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

omg imagine being in subspace and you’re just so incoherent and harry is just holding you and telling you how good you are for him and he notices how you’re trying to suck on his thumb and he just sticks it in your mouth and is like “is that what you wanted princess? you’re so good for me” like holy shit 🥺🥵#Concept

MAAAAM I AM AT WORK. OKAYYYY TMI, BUT MY PU$$Y LITERALLY FLUTTERED READING THIS 😮‍💨

WARNINGS...SEXY, SEXY THINGS

You were floating…transcending even as your abs clenched tight and your pussy pulsed hard around Harry’s cock, just on the edge of your orgasm. Your vision was hazy and tunneled, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of his. He looked at you with so much love it suffocated you.

“Daddy, I’m gonna come!” You choked out and he grunted low as he started giving it to you harder. Your eyes rolled back before squeezing shut and he groaned.

“Just hold it a little longer, baby. Doing so good for me.” He praised you and encouraged you. You were getting more and more lost in him. His words felt like light, little feathers as they washed over you and registered in your eyes. You blinked slowly a few times and he smiled at you, “Going under?” He sighed out a light chuckle, “Fuck…you’re all mine, baby. I’ve got you, princess. You’re safe with me.” He panted as you let yourself go further and further, “Mmmm, fuck yes, come on my cock, baby.” He moaned as you started to unwind and he groaned loudly as he started to release inside of you. His thrusts were deep and slow. His body rolling over yours like waves.

Your body was tingling and your ears ringing as he slowly came to a stop. You felt his face against yours before he kissed your eye lids gently and you smiled. Your eyes felt so heavy as you blinked them open and tried to focus on his. But you felt cold all of a sudden, your nipples pebbled and your skin rose as the chill racked through you.

“Poor, trembly baby. Let’s get you under the covers.” Harry said lowly as he managed to get you under the bedding before he fitted himself against your side. You nuzzled against his shoulder and then felt his other hand come up and trace your lips lightly, “Still floating about, princess?” He mused, his voice as soothing as music. The weight of his thumb rubbing your bottom lip made you crave the taste of his skin on your tongue.

You parted your lips in an attempt to get his thumb inside. Your eyes were still closed and he smiled as he decided to tease you a little bit in your fuzzy and spacey condition. He liked how whiny and fussy you could get when you were under. He slid his thumb down, off to the side, grinning smugly as your mouth chased his thumb. When he pulled it away you sighed dramatically in defeat and whimpered softly and Harry smiled.

“What does my good girl need?” He asked and you blinked your eyes open slowly and just gave him your best puppy-dog eyes and he smiled at you, “You’re so dramatic, princess. So pretty but so dramatic…” he chuckled and you pouted. Moments later he ran his thumb across your bottom lip again. “Open those pretty lips up for me.” He said softly and you did so immediately and then moaned happily as he dipped his thumb in and you quickly closed your lips around it and sucked gently and he bit his lip. The feeling of your hot, smooth, and velvety tongue rubbing into the pad of his thumb made him moan lowly, “Is that what you wanted, princess?” He asked you teasingly and you nodded at him, “Like keeping your slutty little mouth busy…keep sucking.” He ordered and you swirled your tongue around it before gently sinking your teeth in. “Shit…you’re so good for me.” He smirked.

[watermelonlovershigh]

hey could you writing more about h sucking/playing with tits? Something like he sucking tits while flicking Y/N's clits after her bad day…? Just for relaxing 🥹 thank you anyway

AN: today is your lucky day because i usually never write requests the same day i receive them but really liked this concept. it's short but erotic so i hope you all enjoy.

"Feeling good, love?" Harry mutters as he pops his mouth off your left breast from having been sucking on your nipple. His other hand is between your legs, wet fingers flicking over your erect clitoris in hopes to bring you to an orgasm.

Tilting your head back on your pillow, you moan out, "Ah-eh, so good, H. Gonna come soon." With that being said, Harry gets back to work on your body to help you relax after the shitty day you experienced.

As he switches from your left and right boob, sucking, kissing, just giving love and attention to them both equally, Harry makes sure to keep his slippery fingers in a consistent motion on your clit. The dull edge of his middle finger nail flicks back and forth over your tiny nerve and the tightening in your belly is getting greater and greater.

"Har.... Harry, I'm gonna, gonna come!" you yell out as your legs spread more open and your thighs begin to tremble. You place your hands into the roots of Harry's curls, tugging lightly in order to force his mouth closer to your tits. You can feel the bulge in his boxers subconsciously rub up against your leg, relieving some of the throb he's experiencing.

Then suddenly, fireworks go off in your body. Every nerve within your being is set on fire and hyperaware. The grip on Harry's hair tightens as your hips push forward in order to get the most pressure from his calloused fingers. Moan after moan escapes your mouth as your breathing comes out rough and in heavy pants.

Harry continues his torture on your sensitive clit for a few more seconds while lifting his mouth off your boobs to watch your face as your orgasm washes over your body. He has the biggest and most proud smile taking over his beautiful features due to the knowledge of he made you this way. He brought you to orgasm with just simple flicks to your clit and his lips to your plump breasts.

But when your body jerks away from his touch, Harry slowly pulls his fingers away so he's not over stimulating you and sits back on his calves. Giving you a second to collect yourself, he annonces, "Alright, time to fuck you now."

My Masterlist Masterpost

[harrrystyles-writing]

Sweet girl

Sinopse: S/n é fã de Harry e acaba tendo uma oportunidade irrecusável.

NotaAutora: Olha acho que tô meio enferrujada pra hots então não sei se ficou tão bom assim.

Aviso: +18, muito flerte, me perdoem se tiverem erros.

Pedido: a gente bem que podia ter algo bem hotzão inspirado nessa preciosa foto 😍🥵🔥

Sarah havia convidado sua prima para o show do Harry nesse fim de semana. S/n havia acabado de fazer 21 anos e foi presente perfeito, afinal, ela era muito fã do cantor.

— Minha prima está vindo nesse final de semana, tem problema? — A baterista questionou ao Harry que finalizava seu cabelo para o show.

— Mas você não pode ficar com ela — apontou o dedo para o cantor. — É sério, Harry.

— Nossa, eu nem sei quem ela é! Por que eu faria isso? — Colocou a mão em seu peito, fingindo estar ofendido. — Além disso, eu ainda nem a conheci, não sei por que tanta preocupação.

— Assim que você a ver, você vai querer ela, S/n é seu tipo.— Mitch entrou na conversa.

— Meu tipo? — Styles Ficou intrigado.

— Tipo a garota dos seus sonhos. — Afirmou o amigo.

— Então por que não posso ficar com ela? — Fez um biquinho. — Por quê?

— Ela é minha priminha, só tem 21 anos, Harry! Só 21 anos, ela é muito nova para você, eu não quero que fique com ela. — Ela chegou mais perto, quase encostando o dedo indicador em seu rosto. — Promete!

— Tá! Tá! — Afastou a mão da amiga. — Eu prometo.

Mas Harry nunca foi bom em manter promessas, porque no instante que S/n passou pela porta o mundo pareceu estar em câmera lenta, ela era linda, com aquele sorriso encantador nós lábios, uma saia rosa curta, bota de cowboy, regata branca justa dando a perfeita visão de um belo decote, ele sabia que estava ferrado.

— Recomponha-se. — Mitch deu um belo cutucão em Harry, o trazendo-o de volta à realidade.

Ele a queria.

— Sarah.— A linda garota pulou nos braços de sua prima. — Mitch! — Seu namorado foi o próximo.

Calorosamente ela deu um aceno a todos que estavam ali e então se virou para o popstar.

— Olá, Harry, muito prazer. — Estendeu a mão.

— Oi! Eu sou o Harry, Harry Styles, Harry. — Ele estava nervoso?

— Oi, Harry. — Riu segurando a mão dele, balançando. — Eu sou a S/n.

— Sarah falou bastante de você.

— Espero que somente coisas boas.

— Ótimas. — Ele ainda continuava segurando a pequena mão.

— Então. — Sarah puxou sua prima para mais perto, a afastando de Harry. — Está com fome?

— Faminta, foi um voo longo até aqui.

— Vem, vou pegar algo para você.

— Tchau! Harry. — A garota sorridente deu uma picadinha.

Como ele iria sobreviver essa noite?

S/n era a própria fan girl, ela torceu e vibrou a cada música que Harry cantava, dançando e gritando como todas as outras garotas que estavam ali o venerando, mas tinha algo nela que fazia Harry se interessar ainda mais, talvez fosse o fato de Sarah proibi-lo de se quer pensar nela ou talvez seja por ela ser muito gostosa e qualquer um ficaria totalmente caidinho por seu olhar penetrante e sorriso inocente.

Pós-show, todos se reuniram no hotel onde estavam hospedados para um after. No bar, Harry estava sentado com seu segundo copo de isque na mão, seus olhos só acompanhando os movimentos de S/n, observando cada detalhe enquanto ela conversava com alguns membros da banda.

S/n podia sentir seu olhar, até porque Harry não estava nem disfarçando para olha-lá, isso a encorajou a ir ao encontro dele.

— Oi? — Com um leve sorriso, ela sentou-se ao lado dele.

— Oi! — Timidamente respondeu.

— Você está bem aí? Parece solitário.

— Estou bem. — Seu tom estava ríspido.

— Posso?— Ela pegou a bebida de sua mão. — Nunca provei uísque.

— Você não acha que é muito nova?

— Não seja puritano, Harry. — Ela sorriu, tomando um gole, olhando diretamente em seus olhos. — Não é tão ruim quanto pensava.

— Acho que já vou dormir, tenha uma ótima noite. — Foi se levantando quando a mão dela agarrou seu braço.

— Por que tem me evitado?

— Eu não tenho. — Mentiu.

Era o que Harry tem feito a noite toda, afinal ele queria ser um bom amigo para Sarah, mas S/n não facilitou nenhum um pouco para ele, então ficar longe dela e ser mal-humorado era a única opção.

— Você tem, sim, você não gostou de mim? — Fez um biquinho triste. — Eu fiz alguma coisa?

— Não, não é isso, não é nada. — Ele se atrapalhava nas palavras. — Eu gostei de você, você parece ser uma garota muito legal.

— Gostou? — O sorriso voltou a aparecer. — Se eu sou tão legal, por que você não me leva para outro lugar? — Mordeu os lábios.

— Sabe, eu e você, isso não pode acontecer.

— Direto. — Ela riu. — Calma, eu só queria me divertir um pouco, queria conhecer você melhor. — Soltou seu braço. — Sarah falou para ficar longe de mim? Por isso parece um gatinho assustado?

— Eu não estou assustado.

— Não? — Ela levantou-se aproximando-se de sua orelha, o coração de Harry começou a errar as batidas. — Relaxa, eu não vou agarrar você, só se quiser. — Sussurrou, um leve sorriso repousando em seus lábios.

— Pare de brincar comigo.

— E então, aonde vai me levar? — Continuou a provocação.

— Eu vou?

— Vai, eu sei que vai. — Pegou o copo em cima do balcão, tomando mais um gole com os olhos fixos nele.

— Se eu levasse, aonde iria querer ir?

— Me mostra seu quarto?

— Meu quarto? Acho que não é uma boa ideia. 

— Ah! Vamos, eu só quero ver o que tem no quarto de hotel de um famoso popstar. 

— Nada muito interessante, você não vai gostar.

— Me leva e aí eu te digo se gosto ou não.

— Somente ver?

— Eu prometo.

— Tudo bem — Harry disse enfim.

Ela era bem insistente e ele estava querendo saber onde isso poderia chegar. 

Ambos se entreolharam enquanto as portas do elevador se fechavam, depois que Harry apertou o botão do andar. Um calor estava se espalhando pelo local. Styles parecia nervoso, o que era raro, afinal, ele sempre tomava iniciativa em uma relação. O frio na barriga se instalou nele até as portas se abriram. Ele foi o primeiro a sair, guiando-a para fora do elevador e pelo corredor luxuoso. Logo, aproximando-se de uma porta na qual ele passou um cartão e a abriu.

— Então é isso. — Deu espaço para ela entrar. 

S/n entrou na suíte da cobertura, toda luxuosa, com grandes janelas do chão ao teto que ostentavam uma vista incrível.

— Uau! — Comentou antes de aproximar-se da janela. — Olha, está vista.— Logo depois, ela se acomodou na beira da grande cama. 

O colchão era macio, lençóis de seda, S/n aproveitou e se jogou ali.

— Está gostando? — Harry se segurou para não se juntar a ela.

— Ainda não sei. — Fingiu, sentando-se. — Serve uma dose para mim? — Indicou a bandeja com uma garrafa de uísque no quarto.

— Tem certeza? É forte e você nunca tomou antes.

— Você pode tomar comigo então, não é? Assim, você não me deixa beber demais.

Três doses depois, ambos já pareciam meio altos, risos ficaram mais frouxos, o mundo mais devagar. 

— Essa câmera é sua? — Ela ficou curiosa ao ver o objeto na cabeceira da cama.

— Sim. 

— Posso ver?

— Claro.

Era uma Polaroid retrô, branca, bem bonita, parecia ser cara. S/n mexeu nela, tirando uma foto sem querer.

— Desculpe. — A foto borrada saiu logo em seguida. — Acho que não sei nem como mexer numa dessas. 

 Mas ela começou a se aventurar, sentou-se na ponta da cama e apontou para a vista. Outro clique, tirou algumas fotos de si mesma. Harry estava sentado em uma cadeira à sua frente bebendo, era uma pose perfeita para mais uma foto.

— Diga cheese. — A garota alertou antes de apertar o botão.

Com um sorriso sonolento Styles posou para foto, assim que a foto saiu, ela guardou para si mesma. 

S/n estava determinada a provocá-lo, ela levantou a saia, tirando uma foto de sua calcinha. Assim que a fotografia saiu, ela caminhou em passos largos, indo até ele, inclinou-se, colocando a foto guardada em seu bolso.

— Para você.

— Não vai me deixar ver?— Questionou curioso.

— Você quer ver? — Mordeu os lábios, parando bem entre suas pernas.

— Sim.

S/n ergueu a saia até a cintura, deixando à mostra sua calcinha rosa. Bem na frente, estava escrito Harry Styles em vermelho.

— Gostou?

— Porra!— Engoliu em seco. 

— Toque-me. — Implorou em um sussurro.— Eu quero que você me toque.

Harry deixou sua bebida de lado, suas grandes mãos tocaram em suas coxas, apertando-a.

— Não assim. — Bufou.

— Você queria que eu tocasse em você. — Harry fingiu-se de desentendido. — Estou fazendo o que você pediu.

— Você sabe que não foi isso que eu quis dizer.— Olhou para ele desapontada.

— Mas estou me divertindo só conversando com você.— Defendeu-se. — Você já sabe o que penso sobre nós. 

— Você vai se divertir mais me fodendo, e você sabe disso.

Harry sorriu enquanto balançava a cabeça.

— Você devia parar de me provocar. — Avisou com uma intensidade em seus olhos.

 

— Oh! É sério? E o que acontece se eu continuar?

— Acho que você sabe o que acontece.— Ele não conseguiu esconder seu sorriso.

S/n, vagarosamente, foi descendo o zíper lateral de sua saia em frente ao Harry, até que a peça estivesse no chão.Os olhos dele a devoravam avidamente, todo seu corpo implorava por ela, uma necessidade de tê-la, mais do que qualquer outra coisa. As botas foram logo em seguida, sua blusa foi junto. Agora ela estava em sua frente somente de roupas íntimas.

Harry não conseguiu se segurar mais, passou o braço em volta de sua cintura, seus dedos longos e agarrando-a pelos quadris trazendo a para cima dele, S/n montou nele antes de unir seus lábios aos dele, ela não perdeu tempo a jogar seus braços sobre os ombros, jogando sua toca para longe agarrando seus cabelos, pressionando ainda mais lábios nos lábios macios e quentes.

Era fácil se perder naquele beijo, saboreando o gosto de isque em seus lábios, sua colônia amadeirada enchendo seus sentidos, a barba a fazer roçando em sua pele. O beijo estava tão intenso que enviava sensações de arrepios, as mãos dela serpentearam para dentro do moletom dele, puxando para cima.

— Apressadinha. — Riu, tirando a blusa, revelando seu abdômen tonificado.

— Você é muito gostoso.— Deixou escapar, enquanto seus dedos percorrem o tanquinho bronzeado.

Styles a puxou para outro beijo, desta vez mais lento, ele sugava suavemente seus lábios, descendo seus beijos desleixados em seu pescoço. Um pequeno “ai” surgiu nos lábios dela, quando Harry mordeu seu pescoço, sugando deixando algumas marcas.

A calcinha dela já estava molhada com o quão excitada estava, pelos movimentos que fazia no colo de Harry provavelmente havia uma pequena mancha de excitação em sua calça, ela só precisava um pouco de alívio, agarrou a mão dele e a empurrando entre as pernas, os dedos de Harry alcançaram seu clitóris vestido e ela não conseguiu segurar um gemido, balançando os quadris mais rápido. 

— Você tem um gemido tão gostoso. — Murmurou baixinho em seu ouvido, apertando seu quadril.

 

— Porra, querido, não pare. — As últimas palavras foram abafadas pela boca de Harry. 

Ele não cansava de beija-lá, senti-la se contorcendo contra ele, Harry estava com tanto tesão, ele precisava estar dentro dela. 

— Eu preciso de você agora.— murmurou em seu ouvido, dando beijos em seu pescoço.

Ele a ergueu o suficiente para baixar suas calças até o calcanhar. Harry soltou um suspiro de alívio quando finalmente libertou seu pau dolorido. A camisinha que estava no bolso de trás pousou em suas mãos rapidamente, deslizando em seu pênis. Styles sabia que tinha um pau grande, então a deixou sentar devagar, deslizando para dentro tão lentamente que o fez gemer e jogar a cabeça para trás.

Novos gemidos preenchiam o quarto, cada vez que ela rolava os quadros sobre ele. Era tão bom ouvi-los, eles ainda eram mais doces em cima de seu pau. 

Logo ela pegou o ritmo, subindo e descendo, mais rápido, foi nesse ponto que percebeu que Harry Styles não era quieto na cama. Aquela voz rouca ao pé do ouvido, implorando por mais, a estimulava a continuar. 

— Quero ouvir você gemendo meu nome.— As mãos dele capturam suas bochechas. — Quando você geme, eu fico louco.

— Harry. — Sua voz era tão manhosa, ele quase gozou só de ouvi-la. — É tão bom sentir você dentro de mim, Harry. — Fechou os olhos com força.

As pernas dela começam a tremer, o som da sua boceta escorregadia na pele dele estava ficando cada vez mais alto. 

— Desse jeito, eu não vou aguentar... Isso é tão boom. — Lagrimejou.— Quero estar olhando para você quando gozar. — Seu indicador ergueu o queixo dela, tornando quase impossível desviar o olhar. — Olhe para mim. — intimou.

Com a testa colada nele, seu olhar fixado nas grandes iris esverdeadas, S/n sentiu a euforia se aproximando, seu coração bateu mais rápido, respiração ficou ainda mais ofegante, pequenos gemidos escaparam de seus lábios trêmulo, foi difícil manter o contato visual quando seu corpo começou a se contorcer e o prazer intenso a tomou.

Ver a carinha dela de prazer acabou com ele, o orgasmo o atingiu sem nem mesmo dar tempo para segurá-lo, seu corpo trêmulo agarrou-a, os gemidos roucos em seu ouvido enquanto seu rosto estava enterrado em seus cabelos.

S/n desmoronou no peito de Harry. Ambos estavam exaustos, sonolentos, ainda tentando se recuperar.

— Eu adorei essa buceta. Você combina tão bem comigo. — Confessou, puxando para um beijo desleixado. — Acho que nunca fiquei com uma garota tão ousada como você.

— Eu só tinha uma chance, não podia desperdiçar —Seus olhos cansados sorriram para ele.

— Não se preocupe, bebê, eu vou colocar meu número no seu telefone e você me liga caso queira ter uma segunda.

— Olha, que eu ligo. — Riu ao brincar com os seus cabelos.

— Vou estar ansiosamente esperando por isso.

Muito obrigada por ler até aqui! Se gostou fav, reblogue ou deixe uma ask, isso realmente é muito importante para mim 🥺♥️

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Y’all I’m in the mood for fluff send fluffy concepts 🫶

[tpwkwriter]

helloooo, you are like one of my fave writers!! I am requesting one with lhh where the reader feels very insecure and harry is comforting her and telling her she is absolutely beautiful and how in love he is with her and how he remembers the first time he saw her he knew she was the one and that he had never seen any one so breathtaking. And then they start kissing and it slowly escalates till harry tells he "let me show you how beautiful you are" or smth like that i dont really know and then the after careeee!!! OMG I WOULD DIEEE. Could you please write that?? THANK YOUUU!!!

Baby your perfect.

Omg! Thank you for your lovely words it always means the world 🤭

And yessss! This concept!! 🫢 and lhh 😩

Im a tad sucky on writing smut/smutty-ish stuff so I hope this works for you and you enjoy! 🤎

Also this absolutely no hate to any of these women mentioned!!!! Especially Kendall Jenner/kardashians for story purposes only!! 👑

*Warnings*- struggling with body image, low self esteem, language, hint towards smut and adultish themes! ✌🏻

Y/n’s Life had felt like it’s been on the right track for a while now.

She’s finally enjoying her career, her friendships have never been better, her relationship with H is the her pride and joy, hence them nearing there 5 year anniversary.

The only downside to all of this is her social media.

Ever since a young age y/n struggled with social media and unrealistic beauty standards.

And when your boyfriends exes include the Looks of: Kendall Jenner, Taylor swift, Camille rowe, that feeling of ‘Not good enough’ Never really goes away.

Y/n found herself in there shared bathroom gazing at the mirror before her wondering why she looked the way she did.

She really wondered what H saw in her, all the models and actresses and he chose her.

She examined her body, suddenly getting this feeling that she felt when she was 15 wondering why she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls in school.

Apart from she was and she didn’t even know.

She spotted every insecurity, from the stretch marks around her hips, to the scars and marks she developed on her body.

Tears begun to form in the corner of her eyes, her reflection became unbearable.

She wanted to forget this night had even started like this.

She cosied in her shared bed awaiting Harry’s return from the studio, she pulled out her phone ready to text her love, when her twitter notifications distracted her.

Mistakenly she clicked on the app, and was left feeling lower then she already had.

“Former kardashian and Jenner star admitted to pleading for another chance with singer and songwriter Harry styles!”

She clicked on the thread to be greeted with many images and gifs of her.

Her perfect figure, eyes, face, everything, she had everything.

And that’s what Harry deserved, he deserves it all.

Without even thinking y/n finds herself angrily throwing her brush against the wall out of anger.

“Baby?” A familiar voice called.

‘Fuck’ she though to herself.

He’s home

“Y’alright darling” he said, voice getting louder and closer.

“M’Fine” she sighed, trying her best to hide her tears.

There shared room door gets pushed open.

“Baby” he gently Said.

“H”

“What’s going on?” He said placing his jacket on the back of the vanity chair and toeing his trainers off.

“Nothing” she said forcing a smile to persuade the man.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing” he said raising an eyebrow and joining her next to her on the bed.

She remained quiet, thinking of how to play this out.

“Baby, Jus’ me y’know its okay” he said running a hand through his long curly locks.

“I don’t understand why your with me” she breathes, avoiding eye contact.

“Y/n?” He asked confused as hell.

“Baby, where is this Coming from? What?” He asks placing his ringed hand on her exposed thigh.

“You don’t deserve me H” she said finally breathed making cold eye contact with him.

“You deserve someone prettier, skinner, and overall better, than..whatever i am” she Said tears threatening to leave her eyes.

“Baby Girl” he asks manoeuvring his palms up to girls cheeks and pulling her in closer.

“Where is this coming from?, y’my girl, my gorgeous girl” he said heart almost breaking at the sight and sound of his girl.

“Kendall” she mumbles, tears finally falling.

“Kendall?” He asks eyebrows knitted together.

“She wants You back H, and now the whole world knows it” she quietly cries leaning her forehead on his.

He finally gets it, it adds up all in his head.

“Baby” he speaks, pressing a kiss to her cold lips.

“Fuckin’ hell” he says kissing her cheek replacing the salty tears.

“Y’really think, I want her huh?” He smiles

“My silly girl” he sniffs, trying to make light of this situation.

He removes his hands and opened his arms signalling for her to get in.

She sits on his lap, almost koala style with both legs wrapped around his waist and both arms over his shoulders.

“Now that you’ve got me, y’won’t be getting rid of me” he said dancing his fingertips on her back.

“I just…I don’t get it” she sniffed

“Why me” she mumbled, snuggling her face into his neck.

“Why you huh?” He breathed

“Well, the first time saw you, the thing I saw was not only y’beauty, but m’future, m’life, Ive Never met someone as breathtaking as you m’love Call me a sap, but y’my muse now” he gently said.

“Not Kendall, Not no one else, jus’ you” he said kissing the side of Face.

“Can y’look at me darling?” He whispered.

She happily complied, lifting her face from his neck and revealing her beautiful glossy eyes but now with a small smile to her face.

“I love you” he says kissing her lips hard and straight forward.

“Y’never to forget that”

“Love you too H, I’m sorry for being silly” she smiles

“None of tha’ i get it”

Without being able to finish properly, the girl crashes her lips on his.

“I’m so in love with you” she mumbles against his lips.

“Y’make me crazy baby” he smirks

“Please Baby, let me Show you How much y’mean to me” he says going in again.

“Show How beautiful You Are angel”

“Mmhmm” she nods

— — — — —

The Girl lies hazily in there bathtub of there en-suite bathroom, reminiscing on tonight’s events.

God she was grateful to have H, no matter what rut she finds herself in, he manages to no matter what pull her out.

“Hey beautiful girl” he said coming in pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Fresh sheets and tea on the bedside” he said while placing the girls fresh Pyjamas ( his hoodie and Boxers) on the closed toilet lid.

“Thank you baby”

“I’ll join you in a sec” she added

“Take y’time love”

Once y/n’s bath was done, she slipped into her boyfriends clothes he prepared for her, and reunited with her lover in there shared bed.

“Y’feeling okay m’honey?” He asks putting his phone down and leaning into his girl.

“Mmhmm” she hummed slipping under the soft sheets.

“Y’the best” she sighed.

“Mm certainly am” he smirked.

“Ugh great I just fed your ego more” she joked playfully rolling her eyes.

“There’s my y/n back” he smiled pressing a kiss to her temple.

— — — — —

Again thank your for your request and please, please tell me of this is any good! 😩 again I’m sorry for skimming the smutty Part Bit im so awkward writing it 😭 love love loveeee you all ❤️

[chainmailchalamet]

Would you ever write a legit Carmy Berzatto × Reader smutty fic? Cause your blurb is fire, Chef 🔥

Yo chef 🌟 uh so I’ve had really bad writers block (also erotic block lol), but I have this concept kicking round in my mind about like…bdsm as control release? Like Carmy hooks up with someone for a service top scene and it allows him to release some of his control issues, allows his partner to do the same…but I also write for Timothee Chalamet (bc I think he has a lewd nasty glint to his eye and I like that) and sometimes Harry Styles (not too much on that white man he has big arms and I like that), so I’m tryna decide who to write this concept for…

[xavantina]

I am so very bad at actually doing these things, but I was tagged by the lovely and talented @gavotteangel, so I finally got off my butt and went to town.

Fanfic Writer 20 Questions!

1. how many works do you have on ao3? A measly 31. But in my defense, I’m ancient, so I have posted at least twice as many on LiveJournal back in the day.

2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 162,236  

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Six are represented on AO3, including a mix of various RPF fandoms, Hannibal, Law and Order: SVU, A Series of Unfortunate Events, and recently Loki. But back in my teenage years I wrote fic in the Lord of the Rings fandom, Harry Potter, and as I got older even more diverse RPF, mostly centered around US political media and, uh... Top Gear. Look, I have a past, okay, leave me alone.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Assemble, a lighthearted, non-graphic-but-still-very-shippy Marvel RPF

As Loud as the Hell You Want, smutty Will Graham/Frederick Chilton

The Ties That Bind, a Barisi soulmate AU

Arrest Me - another Barisi fic, this one smutty

Young Police Cadet Bottoms for Busty Blonde - a Carisi/Amaro (and Carisi/OFC) porn fic where I’m actually super proud of the title. it really sets the tone 😂

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not? Almost always. If you took the time to comment, I will take the time to say thank you. Especially when I get the really juicy comments, like those that quote favourite lines and stuff. I love those comments, they’re so helpful!

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I’m really bad at following through on angst, I wrap that shit up with a vaguely happy ending. That said, Control You is pretty bad. It’s also locked, because I lock RPF religiously. kill them; kill them with fire is technically still a WIP, so it doesn’t count, although it’s some of the angstiest fic I’ve written.

7. do you write crossovers? Not so much these days, but I used to

8. have you ever received hate on a fic? Oh yes, before the US Pundit fandom hid all the RPF away in secret, thoroughly locked LJ communities, there were some pretty ugly instances of hate going around.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? Ahahaha, yes, I do. 23 of those 31 fics are rated E. And it was the same back on LJ.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know.

11. have you ever had a fic translated? I’ve received requests for a couple of fics to be translated into Russian. I gave my permission, but I have no idea if they followed through with it.

12. have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes. Way back when I was 18 I had a 42 year old BFF from California who shared my brand of absurd humour and we co-wrote a sprawling 20K+ Pundit RPF comedy zombie AU, where we took turns writing the chapters as we went along, playing off what the other person had written in the previous chapter. I was a great experience, like the fic equivalent of improv comedy groups. An entire story based on ‘yes, and...’ as a concept.

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship? I can’t possibly answer that question, I’m a bit of a whore in this respect. I mix and match. Although judging from my AO3 account it’s ChillyWilly and Barisi, and it’s true that I love those ships.

14. what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? kill them; kill them with fire probably. It’s a ASOUE Zombie AU with stand-alone chapters focusing on different characters in different locations, but in a vaguely chronological order. Can you tell that I adore zombie AUs? Anyway, I was very proud of this one, because this particular zombie apocalypse is totally “realistic” in-universe. It takes an existing killer-fungus danger and replaces ‘certain death’ being the result of infection with ‘zombies’ being the result. So yes, it’s The Last of Us-style “zombies”. I actually stole the terminology from there as well, because I couldn’t be bothered with creating too much lore. I never care about the actual zombie horror anyway, I care about the human reaction to a deadly crisis. 

15. what are your writing strengths? A writer I admired very much in ye olden days once told me that I was good at blending genres and moods organically, in those day it was combinations of action, humour, and smut. She then asked me, me, for advice on a fic. I still think about that every single time I feel down.

16. what are your writing weaknesses? Definitely a tendency for overly detailed, flowery, self-indulgently elaborate prose. I spent years forcing myself to use a plain ‘said’ more often, because God knows I struggled with the concept from the beginning. And commas. So many commas. I often joke that Ernest Hemingway would fucking deck me if he was alive and reading my stuff. Oscar Wilde would you rather discuss writing with? Case closed.

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I think it’s fine in controlled doses, especially if you consult native speakers to confirm that google translate isn’t about to make you look really silly to native speakers of the language in question.

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for? Lord of the Rings, I think? At least in English. I was 14 when the first film came out, so it was around then. It was really bad. English is my second language, and my grammar... left something to be desired. Okay, technically I wrote fic for The Hobbit first, because our teacher was pretty cool when it came to assigning various writing challenges, and in this case he made us all write fanfic that should be a twist on the pretty anticlimactic (according to him) ending of the book. I proceeded to literally kill off half the dwarves in a gruesome Smaug-fight. Very indiscriminately, I might add. Completely random. Just piling up dead, scorched dwarves for shits and giggles.

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written? Okay, bear with me here, but I’m just really proud of Young Police Cadet Bottoms for Busty Blonde. Probably the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. I enjoyed every second of the writing process, I had a wonderful time, and it lives up to its title in terms of balls to the wall PWP insanity.  A Guide to Recognizing Your Ghosts and Unfortunate Living Arrangements are also up there, because I’m still a Chilton fangirl at heart.

20. who do you tag? all of my old ASOUE peeps! @beatricebidelaire, @virginian-wolfsnake, @kitsnicket etc. etc. You know who you are.

[meetmymouth]

fic where pregnant y/n and harry have sex… he loves how her body changed and takes pride in getting her pregnant 🥴

okay so here’s one i wrote long time ago with pregnant!reader:

please reblog and send ur feedback it’s rly important to me!!

you and me, made by hand

It starts off with little touches on her naked bump while they’re sat in the garden with their friends, having a few drinks with her sipping her tall glass of water.

Harry loves her bump.

Ever since she started to show, and way before that even, Harry couldn’t keep his hands to himself, wanting to touch and caress her belly– with her permission, and kiss it good morning and good night. He was extremely attached to it, as if he was the one carrying a baby, and it made her so happy knowing he loved their baby this much even before they were born.

She looks at him with a soft gaze as he caresses it, eyes on their friends as he goes on about a new project Jeff has mentioned on the phone earlier. She places her hand on his as he keeps caressing the bump, and she sees him smile from the corner of her eye as he keeps going with her hand on top of his.

Their friends leave, and they’re back in their bedroom while she does her bedtime routine, Harry already in bed with his reading glasses on as he tries to get some reading done before they have to go to sleep.

She finds him looking at her when she walks in the room, hand on her belly as she rubs one particular spot where you can tell the baby’s head is situated. It’s sore, her whole body, so she lets out a groan as she sits on the corner of the bed, putting some hand cream on.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Harry comes behind, rubbing her shoulders. She preens under such attention.

“Sore.”

“Lay down, let me take care of you,” he whispers, suddenly feeling some type of way when her belly shows beneath her t-shirt.

She shakes her head at first, then when she feels his hand creeping under her pyjamas, she lets out a sigh.

“Y’ready to do all the work then,” she murmurs, trying to part her legs wider.

Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her stomach before helping her on her side. Despite her bump not being that large, she still sighs and hisses a bit before Harry places his own body behind hers, their bodies becoming one like a puzzle piece.

“All right?” He murmurs into the crook of her neck.

“Yes.”

He rises on the bed, just enough to get his hand between her legs, and he helps her get rid of her pyjamas. He groans at the naked sight of her, having forgone underwear, and she chuckles, placing her own hand on his.

“You’re wet,” he murmurs, middle finger swiping across her folds.

He’s wet, and warm– so warm that he feels the need to use two fingers to feel it all, and he brings his fingers down to her hole. His fingers goes easily, her walls so warm and snug, and he groans at the feeling, making her sigh into the night.

“Y’so wet and tight,” he says. “Gonna fuck you like this.”

“Yes, please.”

“God,” a shuffling of clothes, then she feels his wet cock head against her cunt. “I love your body. I love this belly,” he takes his fingers out of her, then rubs the underside of her belly. “So hot, so beautiful. All mine… all mine, baby.”

She sighs, leaning her head back. “Please fuck me, Harry,” she says, feeling his tip abuse her entrance.

He goes in easily with the amount of wetness, and he curses, holding onto her tighter as he fucks into her all nice and slow, just the way she needs it.

He picks up his pace, and thrusts deeper into her. “Can’t believe you’re carrying my child,” he says, lips against the side of her neck. He licks the sweat off of her skin, and kisses there. “Look so beautiful– so fuckin’ hot, baby.”

“Please…”

“Y’need more?”

“Yes,” she tries to back into him.

He begins thrusting into her harder, hand on her belly, holding her nice and tight while he fucks her. He fucks her good, like it’s what he’s born for, and he gives it to her just the way she likes it. Hips crash into hers, balls hitting her ass, and she tries to part her legs wider so he has easier access to her cunt. He helps her, and she sighs into his other hand that is around her head, and she presses kisses there as if she’s thanking him for making her feel this good.

“I love you,” she whispers into the skin. He groans, fucking into her harder.

“I love you so much,” he says, lips against her sweaty neck. “I love you, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

As she comes undone, he holds her tight and close to his chest, and he comes right after, cock spilling into her tight cunt– just the way the both of them liked. She laughs into his hand, holding it close to her mouth, and he laughs, trying to even out his breaths.

“Sorry,” he says, still chuckling. “Did not mean to cum in you.”

“‘S okay…”

“Mhm,” a kiss is pressed on the back of her neck. “My beautiful girl,” he says, holding her closer. “Can’t wait to make you m’wife.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

[1800titz]

Pornstar!Harry/Tiger doing more than one collab with Y/N/Little Bird.

One in a dressing room, the angle being her on her knees, batting her lashes up at the lens all pretty with her wet hands curled over his shaft and her mouth bobbing over him sloppily. Everybody watching can see the way his ring-clad digits sink into her roots and pet at her scalp, the way his abdomen tenses as her palms twist, the way he shushes her and coos quietly when her hands fall away. The way he coaxes her to deepthroat every bit of him, the way she tries hard to stifle her gags. Nobody sees the way he’d ushered her behind the curtain before the camera began rolling, though, the both of them muzzling mischievous giggles under the sounds of clothes ruffling as she’d sunk to her knees. Nobody sees what happens after he thumbs over the LED screen and toggles the video off, after the last shot where she displays a mouthful of cum, mascara milliseconds from smearing, sticking her tongue out to show off the pool of white he’s left there. Nobody sees the way he drags the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip as she swallows, or the way she smushes the side of her face to his thigh after, or the way he caresses his palm through her hair and grazes over her cheekbone in praise, still catching his breath but trying to keep the over-exerted panting subtle.

Or the one they shot in the car, parked off some road in an empty parking lot in broad daylight, the phone set up on the dash and her legs slung over his thighs in the backseat. It’s the one where she’s angled to face the camera so the sight of her pussy swallowing up his cock is in perfect view, and she’s all spread out, bouncing over his lap, tummy flexing and face painted with euphoria. That’s the one where he helps hold her up as he fucks into her, his own neck strained on view for the camera and his fingertips indenting dimples into her flesh as he pants and groans against her ear. Everybody watching can see that, too. They can see the way her thighs tremble helplessly, the way his curls jolt and his jaw clenches, the way she whines all high, screwing her eyes shut when he gets her to cum over him. The shot of his cum dripping out of her cunt and back over his cock on the last few thrusts. Everybody sees the way they’re glowing and giggly and spent when they’re done, the way her hair is a mussed mess over her forehead as she clambers off of him in the cramped space, the way he blows out a breath, expression easy-going and blissed out as he reaches for the phone. But nobody sees that he holds her for a bit in the backseat when the camera goes off, the way he helps her get at least semi-decent and back into some sort of cover up. The way his fingers brush hers when they drive back, the way one of his hands rests on the wheel and the way the other settles on her thigh.

Or there’s the one where they fuck in the shower — his hands roaming her slick skin before he bends her over against the tile and tucks into her, fucking in at a merciless pace. His curls are doused from the showerhead, and water drips off the tips of his swinging ringlets. One hand works between her shaky thighs, pinching and rolling circles over her clit, and the other snakes its way over her jaw, his digits wriggling into her parted, hungry mouth to keep her stuffed full of him. Nobody sees the way he actually helps her wash off after, the way his hands trail and linger over her body in a less carnal way, the way he helps massage shampoo against her scalp or the way she gets suds on his chin, laughing. No one sees the way his own plush mouth gets mirthy in response or the way he smears bubbly soap over her neck in revenge.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Apologies and Giggles (SMUT) /concept/

AN: just another scene that kept playing in my head so i wrote it out. it's a little silly piece with a loving touch. enjoy.

This story contains: sex, giggles, apologies, mentions of ass play, kinda angsty?, harry being as sweet as ever

{ boyfriend!harry - softrry - current harry era }

word count- 389

During sex you accidently touch Harry's bum hole to which Harry finds hillarious but you get embarrassed and apologize.

"Baby, if you wanted to play with my ass you could have just told me." Harry says through giggles with his face in your warm neck.

See, you'd had your hands gripped on both sides of Harry's butt cheeks as he thrusted into you. But from his aggressive movements your fingers slipped between his crack and accidently touched his tight hole. After the initial shock of the touch, Harry fell forward and couldn't stop laughing.

"Har, I..... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too, my hand just slipped." you try to apologize.

Hearing that you're not on the same page in this situation, Harry finishes his last giggle before sitting up, still inside you might I add.

"Y/N, love, why are you apologizing for? You've literally ate my ass before. You know I'm all for a little bum play." Harry says to consul your worried mind. He honestly didn't care one bit, even if it was only an accident.

Looking up to make the first eye contact since the accident occured, you rebuttal, "Yeah but it startled you. Like I should have asked to touch you there first and I didn't."

Harry leans back down so you're chest to chest again and speaks softly in your right ear, "Baby, we-are-havin' sex. We know each other's limits and do's and don'ts. As far as I know, I've never gave you a rule to not touch certain parts of me. I'm all yours. Whatever you wanna do or touch, I'm here for it. You don't have to ask. Just do what you know would make me feel good and I'll do the same to you, alright. And it only startled me because I just wasn't expecting it, didn't mean I didn't like it."

Very quietly, you mutter, "Okay, thank you for being so kind. Now can you start moving again because before I accidently touched your ass hole you were about to make me come."

Giggling again, Harry answers, "Yeah, want me to keep fuckin' you baby? Make you come?" You only nod your head and he continues, "Course I'll make you come, m'love. But like, can you do that thing with your fingers where you reach behind me and like, touch my bum hole." Now he's only mocking the incident.

You catch on to the giggles and gasp, "Harry!"

(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND IT'S FREE SO JUST DO IT)

(no more tags are allowed because i've hit my number limit. sorry : ( )

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[harrrystyles-writing]

vou aproveitar e fazer o meu aaaaaaa, chegou o meu momento! Quero um com os números 8 e 20, que eles são amigos que se pegam mas o H não quer nada serio, só que quando vê ela com alguém fica se moendo de ciumes. O final você decide aaaaaa -Lari

Frases: "Eu acho que essa é a parte em que você me beija."Você não vai a lugar nenhum com ele."

NotaAutora: Muito obrigada meu amor pelo seu pedido, demorou um pouquinho mas saiu.

🌼 MASTERLIST CONCEPT 🌼

HARRY CONCEPT #19

— Ótimo show, Harry. — Você comentou assim que seu chefe saiu do palco. — Aqui está sua água.

— Você nem ao menos viu.— Resmungou, franzindo as sobrancelhas. 

— Oi?! Eu vi sim. 

— Sei! — Revirou os olhos. 

— Nossa, que mal-humorado que está hoje. — Deu um tapinha em seu ombro. — Relaxa.

Como ele poderia dizer que todo seu mau-humor naquela noite era por sua causa?

Ele não estava com ciúmes.

 Não.

Nenhum pouco.

Mas ver sua assistente nem se quer olhar em sua direção enquanto cantava, porque estava muito ocupada flertando com o Loyd, o deixou muito irritado.

— Vai querer ajuda com sua roupa? Ou seu mau-humor vai continuar? — Cruzou os braços parando na frente da porta do camarim.

— Sim. 

Enquanto você abaixava o zíper das costas dele, Harry mal conseguia respirar, odiava como seu corpo sempre reagia aos seus toques.

— Vem para meu quarto hoje à noite? — casualmente perguntou, como se seu coração não estivesse batendo forte, almejando sua resposta.

— Hm! Não sei, mas eu peço seu jantar no quarto se estiver muito cansado, não se preocupe.

— Não quero o jantar, eu quero você. 

 

— Se o que estamos fazendo é algo casual, você tem que parar de me chamar para dormir com você todas as noites. — O virou para olhá-lo. — Essas não são as regras. — Chegou mais perto, dando um pequeno selinho. 

— Nós fazemos as regras.

— Já faz 3 dias que durmo com você, Harry, desta vez vai ter que dormir sozinho.

— Não seja assim, por favor? — Aquele biquinho quase convenceu você a voltar atrás.

— Não, eu não posso, amanhã tenho que acordar bem cedo, eu quero explorar a cidade, tem uma cafeteria linda não muito longe daqui e eu chamei o Loyd pra ir comigo.

— Você e o Loyd vão sair? Tipo um encontro? 

— Não diria que é um encontro, mas sim.

— Você não vai a lugar nenhum com ele. 

— Como assim?! Eu vou. — Afirmou convicta.

— Não! 

— E, por que não? 

Harry de repente percebeu que ele não conseguia mais tirar você de sua mente, você se tornou uma espécie de vício para ele, um que ele não pretendia largar.

— Só não vá, por favor.

— Harry, não somos exclusivos, você mesmo disse que não quer nada sério agora. 

— Eu sei.

— Então, assunto encerrado. — Cantarolou. — Precisa de ajuda com mais alguma coisa?

— Não. — Ele disse cabisbaixo. — S/n! — Você já estava meio caminho da porta quando ouviu seu nome.

— Sim! 

— Nada.

Com um sorriso nos lábios você caminhou na direção dele, se aproximando o suficiente para sussurrar em seu ouvido. 

— Sabe, se você gosta de mim, pode simplesmente me convidar para sair como um cara normal.

— Eu... S/n... — Ele se atrapalhava todo em suas palavras.

— Eu errei? Você não gosta de mim?

— Eu gosto, eu gosto muito.

— Então é só perguntar bobinho.

— Você... Você quer sair comigo?

— É claro que eu quero.

— Ótimo, ótimo, eu não sei bem o que fazer agora.

— Eu acho que essa é a parte em que você me beija.

Harry não perdeu tempo a puxá-la pela cintura com delicadeza, segurando seu rosto com as duas mãos, seu olhar foi ao encontro dos seus, antes dos lábios encontrarem os seus em um beijo apaixonado.

— E o Loyd?

— O que tem ele?

— Vai dizer a ele? Que não vai mais sair com ele?

— Não preciso.

— Por quê?

— Porque eu inventei tudo, só para te ver com ciúmes.

— Sua danadinha. — Harry apertou suas bochechas, voltando a beijar seus doces lábios mais uma vez.

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[reddye23]

Please, harry tying you up like this (but in a way the he can still turn you around so you have you front presse to the bed)

Amd he uses you for hours until you are so tired and sensitive but your mind is cloudy to the point he has to stop a little and tap on your face because you almost faint but you ar still begging for more and by the end on it all your three holes are used and filled with his cum and but you still look innocent all ruined and drooly tied ip with the pretty lace on

Aaaand the amount of polaroid and videos he take!

Hi anon! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this one, but I was out of town for a bit, plus this request was A LOT! I hope you enjoy!!! ❤️❤️❤️ - m

You had very specific instructions from Harry as to what you were supposed to do. Take off all of your clothes except for the new lace lingerie he purchased for you and sit on the bed, back against the headboard and wait. The waiting is the hardest part for you and he fucking knows it. The anticipation of wondering what he’s got planned has your nipples hardening and breaths heavy. You’re wet. You can feel yourself dripping. Hurry Harry, you think. I need you so bad. Your head thunks back against the headboard in frustration. You lean back and focus on your breathing. Deep breaths in out. You’d just about calmed the pulsing in your clit when the door opens and Harry steps in. “‘Lo love,” he says, smirking, voice low and raspy like smooth honey. “Hi,” you reply, breathless. His smirk deepens and you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks. He grabs your ankles and pulls you forward and you yelp at the sudden movement. He pulls your shoulder forward and puts several pillows down so just the upper half of your body is elevated. He moves off of the bed and goes to his closet. When he returns you notice all of the scarves in his hands. Oh god, you think as your heart rate skyrockets again. He’s back in front of you then, hand on your face. He holds the scarves up. “This ok?” You nod, not able to speak. He ties one arm to the headboard and then the other. The last one goes over your eyes. “Relax, love,” he tells you as he ties the scarf on your head. You can feel his hands moving down your body...light touches that cause goose bumps to appear on your skin. His fingers ghost over the crotch of your panties causing you to gasp. He pushes your legs out and open, knees bent. He leans forward, his breath hot on your neck. “S’it in?”

“Yes,” you tell him breathlessly. You can’t see it, but you know he’s smirking. His fingers dance again at the crotch of your panties until he pulls them to the side to see the gleaming gold “H” nestled in between your cheeks. He gently covers you up and his whispered “good girl” causes you to clench. He kisses you then, softly and it’s like you’re melting into his touch. He deepens the kiss and you feel his fingers move your panties again and then his thumb is running down your slit to collect your wetness before coming back to rub soft circles on your clit. Your clit is already swollen in anticipation and it’s not long before you feel your orgasm coiling. Just then he pulls his hand away and you whimper into his mouth. “No’ yet, love.” You nod, panting as the high you were chasing fades away. “Wan’ you’re mouth on me. Can ya do tha’?” You nod and then you feel him yank you down the bed again and his cock on your lips. It’s harder without the use of your hands but you take as much of him as you can in your mouth and you close your mouth around him as tightly as you can. Your head bobs and your tongue swirls around his tip on each downward move of your mouth. He’s a moaning mess above you and you can feel his fingers caressing his balls as he’s muttering praise for you...good girl, fuck, so good for me. When you hear him say, “shit, shit, shit,” you know he’s done for. You feel him twitch and then he’s cumming, ropes of cum shooting down your throat. Your head falls back against the pillow and you’re both panting. You feel Harry’s lips on your neck and his murmured praises as he kisses your neck and jaw. “Tha’ was amazing,” he says into your skin.

He takes a minute to catch his breath and then his hands and mouth are all over your body. On your neck, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, your ankles...only to repeat the process again. When his tongue licks a broad stripe up your slit, you nearly scream and your hips buck up chasing his beautiful mouth. One hand moves to your stomach to hold you down as his lips suction onto your clit. It’s swollen and you cry out as his tongue massages it as he sucks. You whimper helplessly when his two middle fingers slip inside you and curl up against your g spot. Your head is shaking back and forth and your chant of his name is barely above a whisper because you’re going to cum. You’re going to cum so hard. You’re pulsing and clenching around his fingers and then...he’s gone. A strangled sound leaves your throat and you can feel tears of frustration slide out of your eyes. “Shhh, shhh, you’re ok, love, you’re ok.” His hands move to your head and remove your makeshift blindfold. You blink as you try to get accustomed to the light and he’s right in from oh you, smoothing your hair back from your forehead. He smiles as he kisses your nose. “Did s’good for me.” His kisses slide to your mouth, your jaw and your neck. “Can ya turn over for me?” He asks you, head moving back to make eye contact with you. You nod and slowly roll over. Harry helps you to your knees, your face turned to the side, arms crossed over each other. “Wish ya could see this view. It’s fucking amazing,” he rasps as his fingers slowly turn the plug and he slips inside you in one thrust as you moan loudly. His chest is pressed against your back, one hand on your hip and the other on your breast. He’s fucking you slow at first and then his pace picks up and his hand slides down to rub your clit and you don’t think it’s ever felt this good. You can feel yourself pulsing around him and it won’t be long before you’re cumming. You smile as you feel your end approaching. He feels so good and his pillows smell so good - like his cologne and him and everything is getting blissfully fuzzy. Harry wasn’t lying...the view in front of him is amazing, and he loves fucking you like this, but after all he’s put you through, he really wants to see your face when you cum. Not just the side view. He can tell you’re close and it’s now or never, so he moves off of you and slowly pulls out. Your eyes fly open when you feel him pull out and the strangled moan that leaves your lips is tortured. You’re murmuring please, please, please. “I know, love. Done s’good for me. Gonna take care of ya. Wanna see ya pretty face when ya cum for me.” He gently guides you to turn over. You finally get situated, and he’s sponging wet kisses up and down your neck. “Good girl. Gonna get ya what ya need now.” You nod and gasp when he slips back inside you. It doesn’t take you long to get back to where you were. His thrusts are slow and deep and he’s grinding his hips into yours on every thrust. His fingers reach between you to your clit and he starts running slow circles in time with his thrusts. “Feel good?” He asks you. “Yes, fuck, fuck...Harry!” Everything’s starting to go white and you’re clenching around his cock. “Tha’s it. Shit, you’re so close. Can feel ya.” His face scrunches and it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there but he wants you to cum first. You deserve it, after all. One more grinding thrust and everything goes white. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that you’re gripping Harry’s biceps hard enough to leave bruises but you can’t be bothered to care. You’ve never came like this...you literally feel like you’re having an out of body experience. He can’t quite believe it either but then he’s cumming, his face buried in your neck. His body goes slack on you and you both lay there out of breath. When he finally gets up to get a washcloth to clean you up, he can’t believe how innocent you look even though he just spent the last couple of hours ruining you.

[thesadstoryofme]

How did Harry find himself buried in between the legs of Y/N, Gemma's best friend?

Here they were, Y/N's legs sprawled out on the pool table that was in the garage, Harry's head buried in between her sweet legs. Y/N's fingers pulled and tugged on the hair that was Harry's. He licked and sucked on her little bean as his hands gripped her waist so tightly, he swore they were leaving marks.

"I c-can't " her fingers pulled on his hair tighter. She wanted to stop, she was reaching her third orgasm.

"I know you got another one left in you. C'mon" his eyes met hers as a smirk appeared on his face as he went back to work.

It had started off innocent.

Gemma was leaving for the afternoon and Y/N had stopped by to bring her some paperwork.

"I'm sure Harry would love some company. Stay for a while. I'll be back around 6" she had to her but Y/N had objected.

"It's okay. I don't think your brother likes me all that well" She laughed.

"Why? "

"I don’t know. "

"Y/N stay. We can go downstairs and play pool" His voice had startled her as she gave him a nod. Gemma’s laugh echoing through the house. 

..

" For the record. I do like you. " "A lot" his voice was music to her ears. His thick accent always gave her butterflies.

" I know. I was being silly"

As she reached for the pool stick, his hands stopped her.

" Have I told you how beautiful you are ? " his body was inches from hers as the butterflies in her stomach exploded

“I don’t think you have “ The words came out as a whisper as her bum hit the edge of the pool table. 

“ What are you doing ?” She asked

“Do you  know how long I've wanted to kiss you? “ “ How many times I've fantasized seeing your pretty lips wrapped around my cock?” She could feel the wetness grow between her legs.

“ I’ve imagined my head in between your sweet legs, eating your pretty pussy.”

//

That was only a couple minutes ago.

He had told her to lay down on the pool table. She hiked her black dress up to her stomach as he slid her bright pink panties down her legs, tossing them on the floor somewhere. 

His fingers glazed her smooth skin as he placed kisses in between her thighs.

“ I know you taste so sweet” He told her, kissing her thighs. 

“Why don’t you shut up and find out” She warned.

“Someone’s eager” 

“ Just eat me out already, Fuck” He laughed, pulling her closer to his face. 

//

The first orgasm only took a couple seconds and then the second one came and she didn’t know if she could handle a third. His mouth sucked on her bud as his fingers entered her, pumping in and out of her.

“ That feels so good” She cried out

“ Yeah?”  She nodded  as he licked and sucked on her little bean repeatedly  as his hands gripped her waist so tightly, he swore they were leaving marks and she knew it too. 

"I c-can't " her fingers pulled on his hair tighter. She wanted to stop, she was reaching her third orgasm.

"I know you got another one left in you. C'mon" his eyes met hers as a smirk appeared on his face as he went back to work.

“ Fuccckkk oh god” “ Yes, Harry. Right there” “ I’m cumming “ She screamed out as her legs began to shake. 

He lifted his head from between her legs as he inserted his fingers in his mouth and licked up her juices. 

“That was hot” He laughed as he pulled her panties up her leg.

“ You are good with your tongue, mister” 

“ I can not believe what I just saw” The familar voice startled Y/N as her eyes met with Gemma.

“ You to are disgusting. How many times have you done this on the pool table?” Gemma asked him

“ This would be the first” He laughed, his eyes met hers.

“ I am embarrassed”

“ Well, you should be. I saw my brothers head between your legs and I saw your vagina. I’d be embarrassed to. “ Gemma giggles as she makes her way back up stairs.

//

I suck at smut but I had a dream about this and wanted to see if i could re create it. Let me know what you think?

Send me something ! 

[tpwkwriter]

7 things I think H would gift you on Christmas.

Day 7 of my 12 days of Xmas concept 🤍

Flufffyyyy (lil smutty jokes/jests).

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First off I throughly believe one of the gifts would be your favourite type of jewellery but of course it would custom Gucci and would come with a matching set 🤭

Throughout October and November H would really take into account what you took interest in and what you may want. A clothing item you may se online, a pair of shoes you may eye up in a store or simply just you talking about a product you can’t get enough of at the moment.

Your smile to Harry is precious and he’d to anything to savour it, if you had a favourite musician or band he would look into tickets, merchandise and maybe even the best venue to go too, due to his high status you’d always score best seats in the house and for that you ever so grateful.

Through all of these lavish, beautiful gifts sometimes the sentimental gifts meant the most. One year he gave you a scrapbook of all the important dates of your history, the day he asked you out, the day you went on a date, even the date you had kissed for the very first time! It also included a stash of Polaroid photos he had saved over time 🫶🏼

If you enjoyed reading he would go out and find books that where on your reading list or find the best collection of hardback covers of your favourite books ❣️

Now it wouldn’t be Christmas if there wasn’t a naughty/raunchy gift from mr styles. For your 3rd Christmas together he gifted you a spicy Victoria secret Christmas set. And of course they included fluffy handcuffs a blindfold. “Save them for later in the day baby” he’d whisper from your side 🙄💞

And it would all be topped off with your favourite comfort items, fuzzy blankets, sweet scented candles, a comfy pj set (that of course matched his) and don’t forget a PR skincare set that would be sent out by your favourite brand. Y/n never quite understood how he did it but he did.

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This one has me literally blushing he is boyfriend material!!!!!! 😭

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

You and Harry at a wedding and he gets all lovey and mushy but then when you get home he fucks you into the mattress but like in a loving way

oh my gosh yes. that’s totally harry! 

smutty sunday concepts open