#I always end up cancelling and blocking and unmatching the guy

[atlafan]

I want to have a movie-like meet cute at work like bumping into someone on the street or ordering the same coffee or meeting them at a function but unfortunately I live in Boston and if some random ass dude tried talking to me, I’d deck him and run 😢

[harrywritingsbyme]

Getting It In

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: Something short, sweet, and spicy with a sucky ending for ya! Enjoy🙃

Ever since quarantine began in March, you and Harry were constantly trying to get it in. Before the Styles family was confined to the house, the kids would be in school all day which meant that you and Harry had the entire house to yourselves. Furthermore, when you two weren’t insanely busy throughout the day, you and Harry were able to soak up every ounce of each other in any position and in any part of the house until 2:30 pm. But per usual, some good things must come to an end. Now neither of you were complaining about the family time with the little ones. You two loved your bubs to pieces and it was so great to be at home and spend quality time together as a family. It’s just that 24 hours, 7 days a week, for 7 months was a really long time. During the day when either Harry or yourself (mainly Harry of course) wanted to engage in one of you guys’ coveted sexscapades, there was a process involved. It couldn’t be at the drop of a dime when either of you were feeling frisky, there was a checklist in both of your minds that had to be completed before anything happened.

For starters, you and Harry had to find a way to preoccupy the two 5 year olds that were in your care. Since they were at home and you two were not only parents but now teachers as well, you and Harry were tasked with staying on top of their education and finding activities that could keep the twins preoccupied for a short amount of time. Once that was taken care of, you and Harry had to then sneak off to a part of they house that was secluded yet still in reach just in case there was an emergency. After that, the two of you had to rip off and undo each other’s clothes off in a quick and quiet manner. Luckily, the two of you had taken up sweats and T-shirts as your normal everyday attire, so it was pretty easy to get everything off and get down to business. And even though you two were enjoying every second of being together because those moments were few and far between at times, you and Harry  were doing your best to be alert and ready to spring into action for the kids that were just around the corner.

In the beginning of quarantine, and all the way up until about June, you and Harry were practically glued to the two children. They were in their first year of school and needed the utmost attention at all times. And for the most part, the twins were never alone; there was always at least one of you with them to help out. The only times you two had the opportunity(if you could even call it that) to get some time alone in was during the block of time you guys let them watch tv, when they were playing with their toys or coloring, and when they took their naps. The prime times of early in the morning along with the time after they were put to bed was out of the question considering the fact that you both were exhausted after running around the house taking care of it and the small children that were running around in it. Once you and Harry hit the bed, it was lights out. And they stayed out until your alarms blared so that the two of you could get the kids up and get the day started.

Now from June to August, things were a bit better when it came to yours and Harry’s sex life. Even though the kids were on summer vacation and you two were completely in charge of their daily activities, you were able to give them more time to spend doing fun things that needed less supervision. You two were still actively spending time with them for the majority of the day but you still made sure to have activities in place just in case you and Harry were in the mood. Neither of you were complete fans of plopping them down in front of the television, but when you two were itching for some type of contact you and Harry did what you had to do. There were also little projects for them to do that would occupy their time and allow for you guys to sneak away. You and Harry even went as far as to tire them out early so that by midday they’d be ready for a nap and you two could hop into bed yourselves. And when you both still had a sliver energy left once the little ones were put to bed, you and Harry would wind the rest of the way down in each other. That is, if there weren’t two little bodies crammed between the two of you. Overall, the summer went pretty well for you and Harry in terms of getting it in. Cravings were satisfied and family memories were made.

Fast forward to now and things were still on this steady terrain. The new school year has begun and the twins were now in first grade which meant that you and Harry can step back a little bit and do other things. And other things meant each other. After getting the two children put together and seated in front of their computers that were in a room right off from the living room, you and Harry clean up the kitchen from breakfast before getting yourselves together one at a time just in case the kids needed a little help. Once you were done taking care of/getting a start on some chores around the house along with getting a little head start on lunch and Harry was done with a meeting he had over zoom, the both of you were in need of a little mommy and daddy time. The only thing you two had in the past week that was remotely close to that was a quick makeout session in the kitchen last night while the twins washed their hands before dinner. When the two of you meet in the kitchen, it’s like your minds are instantly synched and you both are on the exact same page. Harry wastes zero time coming over and sweeping you up off your feet and onto the counter behind you. He also wastes no time bringing his mouth to yours in a hurried manner. Your hands immediately gravitate to the sides of his face to pull him down closer to you, and his gravitate down to your hips so that he could tug you closer to the edge, bringing him further between your legs.

“Need you so bad baby.” Harry mumbles against your lips as he begins to bring them down to your neck. 

“But what if they hear us?” You ask him through your soft moans. Despite wanting him more than ever right now, you were terrified at the thought of your children walking in on their parents. The last thing you wanted was to scar them for life. 

“C’mon babe, they have their headphones on they won't hear me pounding into you.” He reassures through his kisses to your neck. “Plus i made sure i got the noise cancelling headphones for them." He continues, wanting to make sure you know that everything’s fine. 

“Alright, but we have to be quick and quiet.” You oblige, giving in and letting Harry take the lead in making you both feel good. 

Keeping you on the counter in front of him, Harry hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats to pull them down from your waist. You urgently lift your hips up from the counter so that he could pull them off.  Since the two of you were in a bit of a crunch, Harry doesn’t even bother pulling your shirt off and he goes right into shoving his own pants down his legs. He keeps his underwear and sweats pooled at his ankles just in case. Once you both are both undressed from the waist down, Harry hooks his fore finger into the bottom of your panties and pulls them to the side to expose your pussy. From where he was standing above you, he could see your glistening folds perfectly and he was even more in need of getting inside of you. Before he actually pushes in, he pulls himself back a bit before bending down and licking a wide stripe up your folds to collect some of your juices on his tongue. He then sucks on your clit a little and comes back up to push into you.

“Ready baby?”Harry asks softly to you, bringing his other hand down to tug at his stiff cock a bit. 

“Please Harry!” You huff impatiently, needing him to push into you. Prompted by your urgent response, Harry moves in closer to you, lining his cock up with your damp entrance and beginning to push into your cunt. “Oh my- fuck” You breathe out, feeling his cock stretching your walls to fit his cock inside.

“So fucking tight” Harry grunts lowly, feeling himself being engulfed by your warmth. After about a week of not being inside you, this was absolute heaven. After continuing to push his cock as deep into you as possible, Harry gives you about a second or two to adjust before he’s quickly moving his hips back and forth into you. The way he rocked his hips into you was unmatched. He continuously pushed his cock into you again and again as you tired to keep your moans at bay. You were digging your nails into Harry’s wrist and biting into your lower lip as you took him all the way inside. You weren’t the only one who was fully immersed in the pleasure while trying their hardest not to moan out loud, Harry too was struggling. He could almost guarantee that your walls were lined in the softest and smoothest velvet. Nothing could top the feeling of your walls against his cock. You were squeezing him and whining about how good it felt while he did the same above you. 

As he continued to pound into you, Harry could feel his release bubbling up inside of him. He was beginning to feel tingles all over his body and he could feel a warm tightening sensation in the pit of his stomach. To pull you closer to the edge with him, Harry extends his thumb out to circle it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he does this, you feel the sensations traveling through your body and you can feel your release nearing. When you begin to lift your hips a bit up into his thrusts along with clenching around him, Harry begins to go harder. He wanted to pound you both into your releases. And that he did. With only a few hard thrusts, Harry sends you both into the downward spiral of your releases. You both were shaking a little as you held back your moans as you two let go. Your walls were contacting heavily around Harry’s cock as you came and Harry was gushing into you as he let go. After riding the tidal waves of your releases, Harry lets go of your panties and lowers himself down onto your body that was lying on the counter, bringing his mouth down to smear a kiss onto yours. You don’t even hold back, you were a bit loopy from what just happened that you just went for it. Your lips and tongue languidly moved against his as the two of you continued to “cool down” after your releases. But as if it was right on time, you both hear a small voice calling out to your both for some assistance.

“At least we got a good round in.” Harry hums optimistically against your lips, giving you one last peck before lifting himself back up. 

“Yeah, hopefully we can do it again sometime.” You joke, not even bothering to try and lift yourself up. 

“Hopefully.” Harry whispers back with a smile as he slowly pulls his cock from you. “Now I’ll be right back to clean you up, alright?” Harry asks, bending down to pull his underwear and sweats back up.

“Mhm.” You reply simply.  

“I love you.” Harry whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too.” You smile, continuing to lay back against the counter, hoping that you’d regain enough feeling to have yourself back to normal once Harry comes back. 

Even though you and Harry were always horny and looked for ways to sneak away from your kids, neither of you could get enough of being together as a family 24/7.

Masterlist

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Prepare yourselves, ya’ll, because I’m fucking miserable 

So last time I mentioned I was seeing someone. Well, that ended. I had been going well. Really well. I mean, there were issues too. I was anxious about us not having put a label on the relationship yet. I was dealing with some insecurities since I hadn’t been in a relationship for nearly 4 years. But regardless, I was fairly comfortable with him. And I always had a good time with him. Honestly, seeing him was always the highlight of my week. 

But then around mid-October he started canceling plans. First it was because he was visiting family (he had mentioned that might be the case though.) The second time he had a flat tire. The third time he never got my message. Then, the next week, he said he had the flu. So we barely talked that week. That Saturday, he never texted me. I didn’t text him either. I was frustrated, feeling like I’d been putting in all the effort the past two weeks. I waited until Sunday morning. I sent a simple “Hey, how are you feeling?” But nothing. Hours later. “Tyler, is everything okay?” Nothing. And we haven’t spoke since. 

I was, and still am, hurt, confused, and angry. We had dated for almost 2 months. He had seem totally invested in it going further. He had offered to meet two of my best friends. He offered to briefly meet my parents. We talked about going to Chicago together. He let me spend the night on three different occasions. He spent the night at my house once (the last time I saw him in person.) He had offered his apartment to me (temporarily) when I talked about apartment hunting in that city. I thought we had something good going. So when he disappeared, it left me reeling. 

I cried, I’ll admit it. Like I said, I hadn’t dated anyone for four years. I hadn’t opened myself up to someone in four years. And then I did, and those feelings were not returned. And that’s fucking devastating. To make matters worse, we still follow each other on social media. He still watches my snap stories. But I don’t have the heart to block him. It’s been three weeks, and I only today muted him on Twitter and unfollowed him on Facebook. 

I know I should be angry. I know I should be furious. And, at times, I am. How dare he disrespect me like that. How could he spend two months with me, talking to me almost non-stop, and then not have the courage to reject me. Not even to my face, but over text. 

But part of me just fucking misses him. Or at least the way he made me feel (it’s really hard to separate those two sometimes). Sometimes I get so worked up I want to scream and call him and ask him what happened. Was it something I said? Was I not good enough? 

But I also recognize that if he couldn’t bother to work out whatever issue he was having at two months in, what could have happened in three months? Six months? A year? Ghosting is a clear sign of immaturity. So, in a way, I’m thankful. 

But whenever I’m tired or stressed or otherwise upset, my sadness comes bubbling up. Some days it’s really hard to fight. I’ve started running again to help ward off the negative thoughts. But it doesn’t always help. 

I just feel like there are three sides of me. The logical side that knows that, unfortunately, this is for the best. That I’ll get over him, eventually. That I’ll find someone who loves me and doesn’t disrespect me in this way. And the illogical side that is holding out for closure. That believes that, one day, I’ll learn what happened and then I can feel at piece. And lastly, the delusional side that believes that he’ll change his mind. That one day he’ll text me, apologizing profusely, I’ll yell at him, and we’ll work past it. 

I know which side I need to take. But that doesn’t make it easy. 

I have been so volatile lately (since before Tyler and I started seeing each other). It’s hard for me to stick to one emotion. Every day is a blank slate, Today, for example, was a bad day. I’m trying not to beat myself up for having these bad days. I know I need time to heal. But I also know that he’s back on the dating app we originally met on. So part of me wants to move on now. 

I am back on a dating app as well, though. I went on a date last week but it didn’t go well. I said I was going to take a break after that, but I quickly caved. I know it was because I was craving some kind of validation. I’ve been chatting with some guys this week but I’ve quickly become overwhelmed and I’ve started unmatching with them, one by one. Part of me feels bad because, in a way, I’m ghosting them. But I never met any of them in person. So it’s not like what Tyler did to me. But it does show that maybe I should have waited. I gave two guys my number, but I think I’m going to tell one of them that I’m too preoccupied with personal stuff (I mean, that is the truth, isn’t it?). 

All in all, I’m thankful for the time I had with Tyler. It was nice to have experienced something like that after so long of not seeing anyone. But it fucking sucks that it had to end this way. 

I’ll be okay, in the end. I think I just take longer to heal, thanks to my anxiety and other insecurities. Also I was the one who was ghosted, not him. I was the one left in the lurch. I need to focus on myself, which isn’t easy. But the longer I keep focusing on Tyler and trying to imagine what he must think of me, the longer I’ll keep feeling this way. 

I’m tired of hurting.