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gurugirl · 1 year

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hey babes! i hope this is okay! maybe cop!harry and the reader are in the same area and she’s out with some friends at a bar and he just got off of a late shift and needed a drink (him and his wife are fighting about him wanting a divorce) but he sees y/n in https://pin.it/3VULLvs and he’s a sucker for pleated skirts and pigtails. y/n knew she looked hot and she wore it with confidence. but anyways, y/n is on the dance floor with some friends and they’re just having some fun, when a guy comes up behind her and they start dancing and having fun. ofc harry can’t say or do anything because he’s a familiar face around there. but maybe she goes back to her table for a drink refresher (they’re in the back of the club) and harry follows her. the light setting is dark since it’s a club but harry sets y/n in his lap so she can feel how hard he is. and it doesn’t help that she’s not wearing panties. and he gets super jealous and starts sliding his cock in. her friends come back for a few minutes and chat with her and harry. he stated she was a bit tipsy and couldn’t keep her balance so he was holding onto her to keep her steady. he shifts a few times just to move inside her. and when they finally leave he starts f*cking her. and she tells him to stop bc there are people around. and he’s so condescending about it, but it makes her so wet and he uses that to his advantage. and she locks eyes with someone and cums on the spot. and he can’t stop being condescending about it and saying how she’s a show off, etc. i’m sorry i’m not trying to take over this blurb request lmao

A/n: HI ANON! Once again, obligatory apologies for taking so long to get to this! SORRY! But here it is! Hope you enjoy! 1.5k words

Warning: SMUT - exhibitionism kink (public sex), degradation

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You had moved to London and into a small apartment with Harry that he had begun renting when Gillienne kicked him out. It wasn’t much but it was nice to be with the man you’d fallen in love with. But the big problem was that he was still going through a terrible divorce and you needed to keep your relationship on the down low for a bit longer. Just until things settled with his divorce. He didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire and get into more trouble than he had.

He wasn’t going to lose his job for cheating on his wife or going through a divorce, but it still looked bad and his boss needed the issue to be kept as quiet as possible. So, you two never got to really go out and enjoy your time together as a couple.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t go out with your friends. Now that you lived in London you got to see your friends regularly again.

And tonight, you were letting loose. Harry had a late shift and you probably wouldn’t see him until the next morning.

Dressed in a cute little plaid skirt and crop top, knee-high socks, and pigtails, you were asking for trouble. You just knew if Harry saw you he’d bend you over his knee and spank you. But maybe part of you hoped he’d see you out with your friends looking adorable and slutty.

The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies. You were a tiny bit tipsy but you were just having fun. When one of your guy friends came up behind you and started dancing you just lifted your arms and swayed your hips. Everyone was laughing and singing along to the songs playing.

But what you didn’t know was that Harry had finished his shift and he and his co-worker stopped at the bar for a drink after their long day. At that point, the bar was clearing out a bit, but you were still dancing with all your friends. And looking super cute while you did it.

When the bartender shouted ‘last call’ you made a beeline to the bar to get yourself sparkling water to rehydrate and catch your breath. You took a big gulp and gasped at how thirsty you were.

Suddenly a large hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you away from the bar. You shot your head in the direction of the offender and realized it was Harry. He was frowning as he dragged you to a booth table in the corner and pulled you into his lap. He leaned your back into his chest and put his mouth to your ear, “What the fuck are you doing out looking like this, and dancing with other guys, Y/n?” He knew you were with your friends but it still didn’t make him happy to see you with your tiny skirt while another guy danced behind you getting a view of what was his. Sometimes he was a bit too jealous for his own good. But you liked it.

You grinned and turned your face to see the man and you wiggled your bottom over him, “Just having some fun. Those guys are my friends. You don’t need to worry.”

Harry looked around to make sure no one saw you two as he nudged you upward. You looked behind yourself to see that Harry was unbuckling his pants. He pulled at your hips to have you sit back down over him and you could feel his erection laying against your bottom. You were wearing a skimpy thong and your skirt covered up Harry’s lap and what he was about to do.

“I don’t care if they’re your friends. Look at this,” he slid his fingers under the crotch of your panties and lifted his shiny fingers, “you’re all wet, baby. That’s only for me.”

Harry shifted himself and pushed you forward as he dragged the thin cotton material from your panties to the side and pushed his bulbous crown into your wet hole, “Mmm… it’s only yours. You know that,” you moaned as you settled back into his lap fully with his cock inside of you, “I only got wet once I realized you were here anyway. I can’t get wet for anyone but you.”

Harry huffed and began to rock into you. You were slick on his cock as Harry had one hand around your waist, holding your back close to his chest and his other hand he held the back of your neck, “I know. My little slut only gets wet for me…” Harry groaned in your ear and you put your palms flat on the table in front of you as you started to get knocked upward at his thrusts. The dark corner was perfect for what you were doing.

When one of your friends approached after finally spotting you she looked relieved, “There you are! I was so… oh? I uh… sorry!” She hesitated when she realized you were sitting on a cop’s lap. Harry was in full uniform of course.

“She was very tipsy, and couldn’t stand straight. Just trying to keep her from falling,” Harry spits out fast. But your friend gives you both a look that says she’s not quite buying it but she smiles at you as you nod and she leaves you be. All of your friends already knew you were living in London with a cop. They knew the story so there wasn’t any hiding the truth from them. It was clear you were getting fucked (or something close) in the corner of a bar by the cop you’d told them all about.

Harry began to rail into you harder once the coast was clear. Your moans and soppy noises were all covered up by the loud people in the bar and the music in the background. The music had been turned down quite a bit after the last call was done. Harry kept you held close to his body, his arm holding you tight to him, his cock lodging deep into your guts, your pussy making a big mess on the front of his pants.

You roll your eyes to the back of your head when he starts kissing your neck. Soon enough, you two won’t have to act like you’re strangers. You’ll be able to be out in the open, but for now, fucking in dark corners is risky but fun. Probably not wise.

“I’m gonna fill you up so that when you go back to your friends you have to clench to hold it all in. You will only be able to think of me for the rest of the night.”

You reach your hand down under your skirt and begin to rub your clit. Your mouth is hung open at the feel of Harry’s thick cock stuffed so deep inside of you and your fingers running over your clit are also petting over the base of his shaft as he thrusts up into you.

“Can I come too? Please?” You pant out your words and Harry grunts and bites your earlobe.

“Little slut wants to come, does she? Like being fucked in public in front of all your friends? You’re a little showoff aren’t you? Yeah? My little whore wants everyone to see her tiny skirt and wants to come in public?” Harry’s thrusts were harsh and deep. He couldn’t pull out to the tip like he normally would when fucking you because it would be too noticeable. But the way you were being fucked was delicious and lewd and so deep.

“Yes! Please! I’m your whore and I just want to come on your cock,” you turned your face so you could speak toward Harry as he moaned softly and you felt his body tense up behind you.

“Come, then. Get off on my cock like a slut. Fuck!” Harry’s last word was a shout and was rather loud as he began pouring into you.

You felt his cock twitching and releasing inside of your body as you fell apart on him. You bit your lip to keep quiet, your juices gushing out around him and onto the vinyl seat below.

Harry laughed and kissed your neck as he moved you off of him once you stopped clenching and pulsing around him, and he straightened your thong back out to cover your drippy pussy, “Always so messy for me. Since day one. Aren’t you?”

Your chest was still heaving and your cheeks were pink and hot as you nodded at him, “You make me so messy, Officer. I can’t help it.”

Harry looked around again and pulled you back to him by the back of your neck and kissed your lips. When he let go he had a big grin on his face and he shook his head, “That’s right. I make you all messy don’t I? See you soon?” You nodded as he walked toward the bar to pay his tab and you went back to your friends who were waiting for you to finish up whatever it is you and the cop were doing in the dark corner. You and Harry both left the bar at different times with different people even though you were both going back to the same flat. You couldn’t wait to show off your man to the world once everything had settled. But until then, you were satisfied and happy to have him all to yourself.

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gurugirl · 1 year

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ik it’s vvvv unrealistic but i actually can’t stop thinking abt coprry finding a time where like a holding cell is empty and no one else is around and bringing YN in just to handcuff her and fuck her in a jail cell. maybe he cuffs her to the cell bars or something and gags her so she’s extra helpless and whole time role playing that she’s in serious trouble and this is the only way to get off the hook. added bonus of the fact they’d actually get into trouble if they got caught there fr

I could actually do something quick with this one. Something just for fun. I love the idea - i'd change a few things. And yes - this is totally unrealistic but that's part of the fun...

warning: it's a little dirty below - wrote this in 20 mins. sorry for the typos and whatnot. read at your own risk. enjoy. 936 words

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Just imagine...

You beg Harry to bring you with him on one of his night shifts when things are slow. He reluctantly says yes but warns you to be a good girl.

At the station he's got some paperwork to do and you're getting bored so you wander around until you see the holding cells. All of them are empty on that night. The room with the cells is dark as you walk through. You wonder if they often have to put people in the holding cells.

Walking into one of the holding room and it's tiny. A metal frame bed with a thin mat for a mattress. A sink. No windows. Concrete floors.

Suddenly your hands are being pulled behind your back and Harry's whispering into your ear, "I told you to be a good girl and look where I find you... you just can't help yourself can you? Always looking for trouble."

You feel the metal cuff click in place on your right wrist before Harry spins you and pushes you toward the bars at the front of the cell, making you face the door and then he takes your arms above your head and clicks the cuff around your left wrist, securing you to the metal bars in the room.

He pulled your panties down your thighs and lifts your dress up and spanks you hard. You're in shock from how quick it all happened and you can't even speak. But you do cry out when his palm has come down in a biting swing.

Suddenly your panties are yanked down your legs and Harry is pressing his front into your back and speaking into your ear again, "Nuh uh. No noises from you," as he stuffs your panties into your mouth.

You try to look over your shoulder at him but with the way your cuffed facing the bars you can't see anything except the dark hallway.

Harry unbuckles his pants and is quick to pull them down just enough to bring his raging hard boner out of the front to fuck you with. You've been naughty all day and he knew bringing you here you'd get into trouble and now he needs to fuck the brat out of you.

He doesn't even give you time to prepare but you already know what's coming when you hear him spit over his cock for lube. He kicks your legs apart and leans in to speak quietly into your ear, "You're so bad little girl. It's time to straighten you out," you feel him enter you slowly and it stings because he's so hard and so thick but you've never not loved the way he feels.

Eventually Harry begins pounding into you, his panting and grunts are getting you going as you begin to soak his cock in your arousal so he's slipping in and out with more ease.

He's is holding your hips as he paces himself into you, watching his cock disappear on each plunge and he's so close to coming. Your moan is muffled. You want to ask him to rub your clit because you're not going to come like this but you can't speak.

And Harry knows what you need. He knows your body well but you don't get to come. Not yet. He needs to rail you and come inside of you and only then will you learn your lesson.

You feel his cock twitch and throb. You can tell he's about to come. You try to push yourself back onto his cock for more friction but you wrists are locked into place and every time you push back on him it stings the skin where you're cuffed.

"Fuck... my bad little girl..." Harry's strained words come out in pants - he's close to his peak, "Wants my come inside of her womb doesn't she? Wants to carry it with her for the rest of the night. Yeah?"

You're absolutely loving every single second of his ravaging you the way he is. It hurts but you love him and you love how he feels and how mean he gets. Because you know that this means he'll be extra sweet to you later and let you come over and over again to make up for it.

Harry moans and his fingers pinch into your hips as he releases into you, his hips slowly coming to a halt as he floods your insides with his hot come.

"Styles?"

You open your eyes and see a man in uniform at the end of the hallway, slowly making his way near where you're exposed and Harry's coming deep inside of you.

Harry scrambles to pull out and tuck his still throbbing and leaking cock back into his pants.

But it's all too late. Harry's co-worker knows what you two were up to.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Alright. Was not expecting that," you turn your head to look away out of shame as you're still cuffed to the bars with your panties in your mouth.

"Hey, uh... so I just came to look for you because you've got a call but I'll tell them you'll call back. I'll take a message."

The man shuffles off the other way and Harry takes the panties out of your mouth and takes the cuffs off your wrists.

You look at him with worry as he tucks your panties into his pocket, "Don't worry. He's not gonna say anything. He's seen way worse," he says as he guides you out of the cell by your shoulders, "Let's get back in there. And this time stay where you're told."

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gurugirl · 1 year

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Heyyy. I absolutely adore you and coprry.

So how about one where she gets really sick and coprry is like mean to her and then he realises she's sick so he takes care of her really nicely and just angst and fluff please?

Pretty please. I love you muah

HI!! @that-daydream-look I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to. I'm chip chip chipping away at all of my asks! Xoxo

Summary: cop!harry x reader - you're sick and Harry doesn't realize it at first but then he jumps into action to take care of you. 1.5k words

Warning: Reader is sick, the smallest smidgeon of angst, tons of fluff

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Usually, while Harry was working you’d clean up the flat, do the dishes, buy groceries, and do laundry. Things like that. You hadn’t found work yet since moving to London so you tried to help in other ways. But today you couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. Harry was already up and long gone to work when you finally peeled your eyes open. There was no way you were going to be able to maintain the flat in the state you were in. It felt like your head was going to burst and your body was achy, your throat was scratchy and you felt like you hadn’t slept at all even though you’d just woken up and it was nearly noon.

You hadn’t been sick in a long time.

You dragged yourself from bed and put a pot of water on the stove to boil. You’d make yourself a hot tea with lemon and honey and then go back to bed. You could tell your body just needed more rest.

You sat at the small kitchen table next to the window and closed your eyes as you slowly sipped the hot tea. It helped your throat feel better and it warmed your body. When you finally finished most of what was in the mug you stood from the table and intended on putting the mug into the sink at the least, but you just didn’t have the strength for such a simple task. Instead, you went back to bed directly, covering your body with the sheets and blankets and falling back to sleep.

You woke with a start when the blankets were yanked from your body. You groaned and rolled to your back to see Harry at the end of the bed with a frown on his face.

He lifted his arm and looked at his wrist, “It’s 3:30 in the afternoon. Why is the flat a mess, Y/n?”

You felt like you could cry. You just wanted to go back to sleep and your body was really achy. You tried to sit up and pull the blankets back over your body but Harry yanked them back from you.

“I think you’ve slept quite enough! It’s time to get up!” Harry had his voice raised.

You winced at the volume and inhaled a sharp breath from the ache your body and head felt.

“Please, Harry…” you croaked out your words.

Harry walked toward you and when he looked down at you closely he realized you were sweating. He saw that your hair was matted and the tendrils at your neck were sticking to your skin. He put the back of his hand up to your cheek and quickly pulled it away as he gasped and sat down next to you, “You’re burning hot, Y/n! Are you poorly? I’m sorry, baby! I thought you were being lazy,” he spoke sweetly and softly as he put his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

You groaned and closed your eyes as Harry pulled the blankets back up over you, covering himself in the process.

“What do you need sweet girl? I saw you had some hot tea. Would you like more? Chicken noodle soup? A hot bath?” Harry felt bad for waking you as he had. He was still getting used to the new living situation with you and containing his own temperament. Sometimes he’d turn into a drill sergeant and he knew you didn’t deserve that. Especially when you were sick.

You shook your head, “Just sleepy, Harry.”

Harry nodded and helped you lay back down in a comfortable position, fluffing your pillow and stuffing another pillow behind your back. He kissed your temple and turned off the light and closed the bedroom door to give you some peace.

Harry got to work right away cooking homemade chicken noodle soup. He didn’t know if you’d want it or not but he would have it ready for you if you did. He kept the lights low throughout the flat as he did the dishes and cleaned up a bit. He figured if you came out of the room, having the lights low would be nicer for you.

It wasn’t until nearly 7 pm that you emerged. Harry heard the bedroom door open and he was up in a flash to check on you.

You needed to use the bathroom. It startled you when you saw Harry in the doorway, “How do you feel, love?”

You laughed at how concerned he was for you and at the fact that you were sitting on the toilet peeing as he was hovering.

“I feel like shit,” you gave him a weak smile and Harry walked into the tiny space with you and leaned against the sink.

“I’ve got homemade chicken noodle soup made if you’re hungry. Might good for you to eat something.”

You started washing your hands and looked at Harry through the mirror and nodded, “Sounds good, Harry. Thank you.”

Harry walked with you to the kitchen and pulled a chair out for you to sit. He prepared two bowls and brought them to the table, sitting down across from you.

He watched as you took your first spoonful to see if you liked it. Harry wasn’t a gourmet cook. Not even close. But he could make chicken noodle soup.

You smiled and moaned, “Mmmmm…” it was good. Basic but good. It was exactly what you needed.

You both ate together silently and when you’d finished the bowl Harry put the dishes into the sink and helped you out of your chair.

“What do you think about cuddling on the couch with blankets and watching a movie? Would you like that or do you just want to go back to bed?”

You sighed and figured you could lay with Harry on the couch and conk out while he watched the movie. Part of you just wanted to go back to bed but you knew Harry was trying his hardest to be sweet and helpful. Plus you’d like to have his warm body holding you.

“I love that idea.”

Harry got the couch situated with pillows and blankets and he pulled you with him to lay, your back to his chest with blankets over your body. He selected a movie to watch and began running his fingers through your hair and his soft and gentle actions slowly lulled you to sleep.

You woke up to the noise of the TV, a dramatic point in the movie that was loud, and Harry’s hand was still in your hair.

When he felt you stir he began running his hand through your strands again and he kissed the back of your head, “I’ll turn it down, love,” he spoke softly as he lifted the remote with his free hand from the back of the couch.

You groaned and rolled yourself to face Harry and bury your nose into his neck and he held you close, kissing your forehead.

“You don’t feel as hot, Y/n. That’s a good sign. Do you want anything, my sweet girl?”

You smiled to yourself and felt your body beginning to wake up a little. And you did feel a little better. Your body wasn’t as achy and you felt hungry. You really loved all the sweet attention Harry was giving you.

You leaned your head back to look up at your handsome man, “I feel a little better. I think being in your arms is healing,” you smiled.

Harry kissed your forehead and nodded, “That’s right, darling. My arms are the cure to everything.”

“I am a little hungry, though. Could use some more of your chicken noodle soup. Can you warm some up for me?”

The sparkle in Harry’s eye told you that he was proud. He was happy that you liked the soup he’d made you and were asking for more. It made him feel useful and gave him a little ego boost (not that he needed it).

Harry ran his fingers into your hair again and looked down at you with love and affection covering his face, “Of course, I’ll warm some up for you. Anything you want or need at all love. Let’s get you sorted and I’ll get some more soup on the stove.”

You really hated feeling sick. Hated the ache in your low back, the slight burn in your throat, the way your arms felt heavy and your head felt dizzy. But you really loved Harry’s method of making you feel better. His care and his doting solidified to you your choice in moving from the U.S. to London to be with him. Yes, you’d made the right choice, even if he was temperamental and hot-headed at times, he was also gentle and loving when it counted.

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gurugirl · 2 years

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i turn 21 tomorrow and all i want for my birthday is an update on coprry 😭

Happy 21st birthday, @lllukulele !! Xoxo

a/n: dom policeman!Harry x reader - part of my fic How To Get Out of a Ticket (if you haven’t already read it) 2.3k words

Warning: smut, cheating

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You wound up staying in touch with Officer Styles despite your better judgement. Because not only did you live in a different country in a totally different time zone, he was married.

It was surely a recipe for disaster. Or disappointment at the least.

After your second “meet-up” at the end of your London vacation before you headed back to the US he’d gotten your number when you texted him. And then he reached out to you one day to your total shock. Just a simple text but the sentiment was anything but simple.

From Officer Styles: messy girl still alive?

That was all it said. But it was very unexpected because he’d been so unbothered by you, mean even. But this text out of the blue while you were at the grocery store after work one evening and it had you stopping in the aisle and pulling your cart to the side so you could take a good look and re read the words a few times in giddy shock. That began your back and forth texting, a FaceTime call that involved you using a toy and showing Harry how you used it, a few late night (for you) chats that you could swear meant more than just some dirty talk and a way for him to get off to your voice.

And so when he bought you an airline ticket and a hotel for a week as a surprise you were stunned. Yes, you two had been talking and texting since you left London, but still. He’s married and a little mean. But obviously you would not question this gesture. You were more than excited to take a week off work and get railed by the hot cop you’d slowly started developing feelings for. You loved how he put you in your place and spoke to you like you meant nothing to him (yet he would call you and text you and now this whole trip was his idea).

When you arrived to Heathrow, you took a taxi to your hotel at Harry’s direction. He would be coming to you after his shift was over. He told you not to leave your room and to be naked by the time he arrived.

You showered and drank coffee (because it was a long flight and you were quite sleepy if not excited to see Harry) and stayed naked because you weren’t sure what time he’d be walking in the door.

You laid down on the bed and closed your eyes for a bit. Just to rest a moment. It felt like as soon as you began to drift off (not on purpose) the room door was opening and you heard him shuffling around and putting things down on the desk (you heard keys and a few other things hit the wood) then you heard a zipper and rolled over to see him.

“Just stay there. I know you’re tired, baby.” He spoke gently and you stretched and began to sit up but he climbed into the bed next to you and pushed you back into the mattress, “Said stay.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in to his body. It was nice having him lie with you. You closed your eyes and snuggled in and soon, you were drifting off into a deep sleep.

.•*^*•._.•*^*•._.•*^*•.

When your eyes blinked open it was dark. For just a second you thought you’d dreamt Harry coming into your hotel room but then you shifted and felt his solid body behind yours, holding you tight. You turned yourself in his arms and realized he’d removed his shirt. His naked chest was broad and you smoothed your hands over him and it made you feel so comforted.

Harry began to stir at your movement and lowered his hands down your back and you felt his large palm grope your bare bottom. He was wearing his briefs only, you realized when you lowered your hand down his torso and to the elastic band that covered his bottom half.

“You ready for me now?” He asked as he squeezed your ass cheek and pulled you closer to him. You felt his bulge and knew just what he meant. Of course you were ready for him. You’d been missing him for nearly six months.

You nodded and pushed your fingers into the band of his underwear and he let out a breath. He seemed to have just woken up with you. He seemed so subdued, calm, almost sweet even.

But then he pressed you down into the bed on your back and lowered himself between your legs, which you hadn't expected either. He got to work fast on your cunt, licking and sucking where it mattered the most. He kept his eyes closed as he drank you in. You didn't know what you were in for this week with him, but you certainly didn't expect it to start off with him eating you out.

You lifted your hips upward for friction when he swiped his nose into your clit and he moaned and slapped your thigh before lifting his face, "Stay still."

So you did. You listened well and obeyed him, which he loved about you. His mouth felt so soft and warm on you and the idea that the big and mean cop you'd been dreaming of for months now had his face buried in between your thighs had you sliding toward the edge quickly.

Just as you started to quiver and moan loudly he lifted his face and shook his head, "The fuck? You about to come already?"

You were panting and burning hot as you tried squeezing your thighs together at the denied orgasm and nodded, "Uh... yeah. Sorry."

He laughed and put his palms onto your inner thighs, adding more of his weight to keep your thighs open for him, "Don't fucking close your legs. I'm not done. Jesus. What is wrong with you? Still not too bright, huh?" He smirked and kept his eyes on your pussy as he licked his lips and then dug back in.

It was only a few moments before you were coming on his tongue and shouting in the hotel room loudly. You didn't care how loud you were, Harry's mouth was magic and this was your cop, the one you'd been fantasizing about for months and months. You'd missed him, even if he was mean, he was your mean cop.

When he lifted his face he sat back onto his calves and palmed his cock under his boxer-briefs. Your pussy was a mess and red from stimulation of his mouth and his stubble. Your chest heaved and you wiped your forehead.

You looked at the tattooed man with dark curls and moaned. He was so beautiful. His big cock was pushing hard at the material that covered him and you just wanted it in your mouth. You wanted to choke and gag on it again.

Harry noted where your gaze was stalled, "Like that? S'gonna stretch you all out. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass... didn't get to try that with you last time but we've got a whole week now."

You nodded, "Missed it so bad, sir. It's all I can think about."

Harry nodded and chuckled, "Oh I know. Love how desperate you are for me." He leaned forward and put his fingers through your wet crease and plunged two fingers into your entrance roughly, "Love how this hole needs to be fucked hard and filled up to the brim.”

You nodded and whimpered as you tried keeping your thighs spread for him. He thrusted his fingers into you deeply and you could hear the wetness on his fingers as they disappeared into your sloppy pussy.

Suddenly he pulled his digits out and then moved himself up to the headboard and sat with a pillow behind his back, "Climb on. I know you want to ride me and fuck your cunt on my cock. Pretty sure that’s what you said you wanted most last time we talked.”

You pushed yourself to sitting and crawled up to Harry, straddling his lap and smoothing your pussy over his thick erection. You watched his cock become wet with your arousal as you rubbed yourself on him. You heard his breathing deepen as you put your hands on his chest to steady yourself. You wanted that big cock inside of you fast. You missed the feel of him desperately.

Harry didn't give you much more time to position yourself when he grasped his shaft and then pulled you down on him. You gasped at the feel and slowly made your way down his length at his force.

The moan he let out made your heart pound. This felt good for him too. You were making him feel good.

When you were down over him as far as you could take him on the first pass you looked into his eyes and he was already watching you. His hands held your hips as he began moving you up and down on him. You got into a rhythm and soon you were encasing him fully and the sound of how your cunt swallowed around him fed his ego knowing how wet you were.

“You’re only my little slut, huh? No one else gets this.” He grunted as he pulled you down hard on his cock. It was deep and it hurt because he was pushing into your guts but it was all you wanted.

“Fuck yes. Only yours. I only want you, sir!” Harry kissed your mouth and pushed his tongue against yours. You loved the feeling of being connected to him this way.

You started moving yourself up and down on his bulky dick, working your thighs and whimpering at the feel of him inside of you.

Harry was assisting you as he held onto your bum, lifting when you pushed upward. The bed underneath began to creak lightly at the movement and the back of your thighs patted against his lap each time you lowered down over him.

“Still such a messy girl, fucking soaking my cock and my legs. Fuck baby.”

And you were. He made you so unbelievably wet. No one got you as turned on as he could.

“You make me so wet. It feels so good!” You kept slapping down over him and Harry moved one hand from your bottom and slapped your ass hard. He did it a few times and then when you jumped on one particularly harsh smack it had Harry slipping out of your cunt and you gushed a little bit on his groin.

It wasn’t a full on squirt but the liquid dripped over your thighs and onto his cock, his pubic hair, and even over his balls.

Harry chuckled as he pulled you back down onto his dick and continued fucking into you, “So dirty. Can’t help the messes you make, huh? Good thing I’m not going home to my wife tonight.”

This had you rolling your eyes into the back of your head in ecstasy - he was staying with you instead of going back to his wife.

You were both panting and groaning and slapping together when you felt your second orgasm start to unfold. Harry noted how you were shaking and loudly moaning his name.

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby. I know you’ve missed it. Come all over me baby.”

And like the good girl you were, you came. Hard. You crumbled on his cock and cried out when he pinched your nipples, prolonging your orgasm.

As soon as Harry could tell you were spent he pushed you off his cock and down into the bed onto your back. He positioned you so you legs were spread apart for him, your bum propped on his thighs, as he re entered you.

He placed a palm over your neck and the other hand groped at your tits as he railed into you hard and fast. You were sensitive from your last orgasm but you wanted his come and you wanted to watch him orgasm as he was inside of you and that’s exactly what you got.

He moaned deep as he spilled all of his thick sperm inside of your pussy and coated your wet walls. He pulsed and pumped into you as he held you down by your neck and you watched his face twist up in pleasure. It was beautiful.

He collapsed onto you and he released your neck, heaving deep breaths as he caught his breath.

He seems tired and so malleable as he laid over you. You reveled in this softness he allowed you to see.

When he rolled off you he pulled you back into his arms and kissed your forehead, “Couldn’t wait to see my little slut.”

You bit your lip and kissed at his chest over his pec. He ran his fingers through your hair.

“What do you think if I keep you as my mistress? Have you come visit me more often? I don’t want you with anyone else, though. Just me.”

You stopped breathing for a moment. Like it was a joke, or a dream. Breathing could disrupt the moment. You looked up to him to see his eyes on yours.

“Wh… really?” You spoke in trepidation.

Harry kissed your forehead again, “Yeah. If you want.”

You blinked your eyes and a tear fell onto your cheek. This hadn’t been what you expected at all. You couldn’t believe this was happening in truthfulness.

“I… yes. Okay. But what about…”

“Shhh… a yes is all I need. We can worry about the details later. Let’s go get cleaned up. Such a dirty girl.”

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coprry secretly wanting y/n as much as she does omfggg he’s willing to fly her out and spend the whole week with her 😭😭 imagine he’s like watching vids of her OR omg they make a sex tape and he’s just fucking his cock while watching it and like his wife is asleep besides him omfgggg

Another coprry!! Thank you for the idea!! Hope you enjoy this quick and dirty piece. 520 words

Warning: see ask - policeman!Harry x reader

Part of How To Get Out of a Ticket - or can be read as standalone.

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Harry missed you. He spoke to you almost everyday and had planned your next visit but it was still some months off.

He had a long day at work and when he got home his wife was already in bed.

In the bathroom Harry brushed his teeth and noticed that you’d sent him a video. He pushed play and immediately recognized the stars of the show.

It was you and Harry on your hotel bed from your last trip to London. You had cut the video so it started from when you were sucking Officer Styles off and gagging around him.

Harry watched in surprise. He forgot that you’d taken a video of them. He remembers everything about that night and he grows hard in his sweats.

He puts his headphones in and sees his wife is still asleep and even though he’s right next to her in their en-suite bathroom he can’t help himself when he pulls his thick cock from his sweats and spits over himself.

He keeps the phone up so he can watch and turns the volume up now that he’s got his head phones on.

You’re so pretty and the noises you make have him losing his mind. His fist is pumping his long dick as he watches you ride him in reverse cowgirl- something you did just for the video. He’s got the best view of his cock pushing into your beautiful pussy and your tits are bouncing.

He turns the volume up further and now he can hear how wet you were and his own stifled grunts.

Harry leans back to look into the bedroom and he’s still safe to continue fucking his cock into his hand.

He puts a palm onto the wall and bites his lip when you two switch positions again and this time your ass is in the air and he’s railing you from behind and the hotel bed is moving under his fast pace as he fucks into your soft, creamy pussy.

He picks up the pace of his hand to match the tempo of how he’s fucking you in the video and suddenly he feels his balls squeeze and he knows he’s about to come. He’s forced to sit the phone down so he can squirt his hot come into the shower and not all over himself.

But he can still hear all your moans, the way your wet cunt sounds being fucked into and the hotel bed shifting under the movement. It’s so hot.

He spits over himself again, smoothing it down his length and then you tell him, …”come inside of my pussy, Officer! Make me yours…” and he begins to release onto the wall of the shower as his fist pumps his cock long and smooth. He pretends it’s you he’s dumping his come inside of and he lets out the smallest grunt as he empties his cock into the shower.

When the video is over he cleans up the evidence and climbs into bed next to his wife and falls asleep dreaming about how much he misses you.

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gurugirl · 6 months

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Wait why is the boyfriend’s Dad concept actually hot …

It could really be good couldn't it?

But then I'm worried I'll get more hate about having more cheating in my writing 🙄 Already had to deal with comments about my lack of morals (which is stupid bc I'm writing fiction). Ugh.

I like this idea. It's not the first time I've been asked to write something like this where Harry is boyfriend's dad. I will save this idea for a rainy day to piss off the purity culture creeps who can't understand fiction writing as a made up story or who think I shouldn't write morally grey characters (bc god forbid an adult reads my work and then suddenly wants to have a relationship with coprry or have sex with their best friend's dad). x 😂

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gurugirl · 2 years

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can we maybe see the conversation that happened after coprry texted y/n for the first time??

A/n: this was fun! Hope you enjoy anon!

Warning: texting nudes, masturbation

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Harry was feeling his nerves peak. He wouldn't normally be texting someone he'd already fucked. Twice. He usually didn't go back for seconds but you had something that Harry really liked. Couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop imagining you when he masturbated. Liked how you did what he said. How you'd get wetter when he'd spank you or say something awful to you. You liked what he liked.

He tried having sex with a cute girl he met at the station last week but when he got her in the backseat of his car, all he could think about was you. So he turned her away and told her it was a mistake. He just missed you. This behavior was not normal for him. Turning away a cute girl who was a sure thing (well, most people were a sure thing for him) was crazy. He hadn’t been himself since he met you.

From Officer Styles: messy girl still alive?

He held his breath. He couldn't believe he just texted you. What a simp he’d become.

When you saw the text come through you were grocery shopping. You nearly fainted. Officer Styles was texting you?! With shaky hands you replied. It took you a second to figure out how to respond but you didn't know what to say so you kept it simple.

To Officer Styles: yes lol!

Harry smiled when he saw your text come through. Even your text was cute. But he wasn't sure what to say next. He hadn't done this before and he kind of hoped you'd keep the conversation going more.

You didn't hear back from him right away so you finished grocery shopping and went home, all the while thinking of what you'd text to him. You were gonna keep the correspondence going. You figured he'd be short on words. Maybe you'd send him a picture. You knew he liked when you were desperate for him both times you had sex, so you’d show him you could be desperate for him again.

You put your groceries away at home and brushed through your hair and put on a low cut dress and took a snap of yourself and sent it to Officer Styles. To see if that piqued his interest. Your whole relationship was physical so perhaps that would be the best way to get him to respond.

You waited for about five minutes to see his response. You were nervous he didn't want to hear from you again.

From Officer Styles: are you out wearing that?

Your breathing picked up and you could feel his dominance coming through the text message.

To Officer Styles: no. i came home just now and put this on for you. do you like it?

Harry was happy you weren't out with that dress. He wasn't around to keep an eye on you and that cut was going to get attention. He didn't want anyone to see that, except him.

From Officer Styles: it’s slutty. glad you’re only showing me. what else have you got on under that?

You smiled and felt your nipples begin to perk. You had nothing on under it. It was a quick change just for the picture so there were no panties and no bra.

To Officer Styles: nothing

Harry went into the bathroom at the station. He was about to shift change and take over for the office work but he had a bit of time. He needed to take care of himself. You were making him hard. He’d be fast.

From Officer Styles: let's see

You felt hot and horny. You would do anything he asked. So you took your dress off and started taking nudes of yourself. You hid your nipples and your pussy from the camera but the pictures were evidence that you were totally naked.

From Officer Styles: take your hands off yourself. let me see

You huffed and felt your chest heat up. You looked at yourself in the mirror to get the best angle and view of your pussy and your tits for him. You sent him a dozen or so photos in various poses. From behind where you were bent over so he could see your ass and your pussy lips, a full frontal, a tits only pic where you were squishing the flesh together but leaving the nipples bare so he could see.

Then for the last few you set the phone up from a distance and took some timed pictures where you were touching your labia and spreading it for him. You wanted to make him happy. You were also having a super cute day and liked the way the pictures turned out. And you really wanted his attention so you’d go the extra mile for him.

Harry began stroking his cock in the stall as he looked through your pretty pictures. He was so happy that you sent him so many. He'd be saving these photos for the future.

From Officer Styles: good fucking girl. i'm going to call you in four hours when i'm off my shift. you better pick up.

Harry quickly finished jacking himself off and poured into the toilet at the picture of you with your legs spread and your fingers spreading your pussy lips so he could see the pink parts inside and he wished he was coming inside your cunt.

You read over his texts and couldn’t believe it. Officer Styles reached out to you. Your nerves were frazzled in the best way ever and you were sure to charge your phone and stay up for Harry so you could answer when he called.

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