#harry styles subspace

[freedomfireflies]

Keep Me*

Summary: In which Harry is desperate to be in his subspace, and you're desperate to keep him there.

“Shit…s’perfect, Angel. Please…please—”

“I know. I know, baby. Been doing so good for me…just a little longer, okay?”

Harry nods fervently, lip between his teeth as he does his best to hold off. He wants more than anything to make you come first. For the third—maybe fourth time? He’s lost count, and so have you, but he does know that you’ve demanded his restraint, and he plans to obey.

It’s rare he gives you this kind of control over him. Rare that he allows the power to shift into your hands, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

Especially after the week he just had.

Meetings, and PR scandals, and Instagram posts, and interviews, and even more meetings, and a fight with his sister, and fittings, and rehearsals, and studio sessions, and you guessed it…more fucking meetings.

He doesn’t do well with talking. Whenever you ask him to come cuddle with you on the sofa and tell you about his day, he merely shrugs off his annoyance and tells you he’s fine. 

And you don’t push because you know it won’t do either of you any good.

But you did find that the best way to get him to open up…is by tying him down.

He’s always the one in control. Always the one on top. Always the one telling you what to do, how to feel, when to release.

He adores seeing you in your subspace because it makes him feel like he has just a semblance of control over something.

And you’re more than happy to give that to him.

But it’s moments like this, when he feels truly lost…that he needs to know you’ll be there to find him.

That you’ll let him disappear into himself…and bring him back when the time is right.

He’s dangerously close to slipping into his subspace and you’re eager to get him there. You know it’s what he needs. What he needs from you, and you’re so close to tipping him over that edge.

“God, my sweet boy,” you purr, palm caressing his cheek as you press wet kisses just below his ear. “Feel so fucking good. Needed you so bad this week.”

“Yeah?” his voice is hopeful, desperate to know you miss him the same way he misses you.

And it’s delicious the way he speaks. His voice, ever rough and familiar. But whinier than you’re used to hearing from him, and it makes you clench.

He hisses when he feels it, and you know how hard he’s trying not to come, so you attempt to relax.

“M’sorry, darling,” you murmur, nails scratching down his sweaty chest. “Just can’t help it when it comes to you.”

His lashes flutter, eyes moving up your face as his bottom lip juts out in a pleased pout. “Please…”

“I know,” you say again, softer this time as you work to roll yourself a bit quicker. “Almost there…shit—don’t pull, baby. Come on, you know better.”

You watch him grimace as the restraints around his wrists prevent him from grabbing onto you. And you smile, because you absolutely adore the way he seems to need you, even when he knows he shouldn’t.

He tries again to tug himself free, the headboard shaking ever-so-slightly before he dejectedly drops his arms and accepts defeat.

“Good boy,” you breathe, pressing your lips into his. You adore kissing him when he’s in this state. Because you can just taste the desperation on his tongue, and the sound of his faint whimpers do more for your cunt than any other man ever has.

His chest is heaving beneath your touch, and you can just tell by the way his cock is twitching inside you that he’s finding it quite hard not to let go, so you decide to make it a bit easier on him.

“Can you give me one more minute?” you ask as you lean back. “Just one more, baby, and I promise I’ll make it better.”

He nods again, beads of sweat slipping out from his hairline as he clenches his teeth together and lifts his hips into you. 

If you were to ask him what’s more important, his release or yours, he would say yours without hesitation.

Subspace or not, he cares more about seeing you fall apart than he does about getting himself off. And if he had to abstain from coming for the rest of his life just for you…he’d do it gladly.

Today, however, that’s not a choice he has to make. 

You will be making him come, and he’s more than thankful for it.

Without his nimble fingers to help get you to the end, you resort to using your own, pinching and pressing against your clit with fervor as he watches.

He’s wonderstruck. Eyes going wide, swollen lips parting, veins in his neck straining against his skin.

He never allows you to touch yourself normally, since he's sure he hates the idea of making you do it yourself without his help. 

But seeing you now…riding him so perfectly, making yourself gasp and whine as you bring yourself closer forces him to re-evaluate this rule of his.

And you’re already so overworked and overstimulated that your body is complying a mere fifteen seconds later. 

Still, he watches you with absolute glee and adoration as your eyes roll back, once again pulling on the ties in an effort to hold onto you.

It’s killing him. All of it. Ruining his health, in fact, and the moment you manage to blink the stars from your eyes, you remember what you promised him.

“Okay,” you smile, reaching out to cup his jaw as you grind down a bit more enthusiastically. “Okay, sweet boy…you can come now.”

A groan rips from his throat as he thrusts up into you once again, body shaking as he finally reaches that blissful end. And it feels so goddamn good to have him inside of you. The way he was always meant to be.

Immediately, you lean closer, wrapping your arms around his middle as you press yourself against his heart.

He always likes to come like this. He’ll yank you into his chest, bury his face in your neck, and hold you through every second of it.

And since he can’t do that this time, you do it for him.

His lips disappear into your hair as he takes slow, steady breaths. There’s a hint of a lost whimper woven between each gasp for air, and it pleases you to know that you succeeded in your mission to distract him.

You stay for a minute or two, still wrapped around his body as he fights to regain consciousness.

But you know you can’t exist in this bed forever, no matter how badly you want to, so you pull yourself from his feverish skin so you can slip off of him and clean him up.

The second your face leaves his neck, he stumbles over a gasp. “No…wait…”

There’s an urgency in his voice that worries you, and you still as you look him over. “What? What’s wrong?”

His arms once again twist beneath the restraints as he arches off the bed to reach you. “Don’t go.”

You exhale a laugh as you dip down to press a kiss to his cheek. “M’gonna be right back, Har. Just gotta clean us up.”

“No,” he pants, a bit louder, and you can see the wariness in his eye. “No, please…please, just…I can’t…can’t…not ready.”

You realize now what he means. The moment you return to your normal routine, he’ll be forcibly shoved out of his subspace, and thrown back into his real life.

And he’s not ready.

Your heart just about shatters in your chest as you nod and reach up to slip your fingers beneath the knots on his wrist to set him free.

The moment he’s released, his arms snake around your hips as you settle onto your back and pull him into your side.

You do what you know he loves when he’s like this. You brush your hands through his sweaty hair and whisper everything he’s ever needed to hear. You scratch your nails along his arm, and you kiss his forehead, and you praise him.

“So good,” you hum softly as you watch his eyes flutter shut. “Always so good for me. My sunshine boy. My perfect devil.”

You catch his faint grin. You’re his angel, and he’s your devil. Even like this.

He presses lazy kisses to your bare chest, even though you can see it’s a struggle for him to exert so much energy. He needs to sleep, but you don’t stop him because he’s not doing it for you.

He needs this.

You squeeze the back of his neck every few moments, just to remind him you’ve got him, and he nearly melts into your body each time.

You’re not sure when he comes out of it. It’s different tonight than it normally is. Usually, the second he’s your Harry again, he’s making some playful quip about how you shouldn’t get used to tying him up and seeing him like that. And that he’ll have you his way next time.

Tonight…he stays quiet.

Tonight, he keeps himself tucked beneath your arm, and kisses his problems away, and begs you to keep touching him.

And even though you can tell he’s no longer in his subspace, he doesn’t return to his normal routine. He doesn’t relight that fire you know burns inside his chest.

Tonight…he just wants to be kept by you.

So, you do just that.

You keep him.

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[mustachrryluvr]

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

I saw some other accounts get this request, but, since I got it too, here’s my take on it!! 

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: smut, female subspace 

Harry comes home unexpectedly and is insatiable.

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It usually took a lot for you to get into subspace, but Harry got you there so fast tonight that you’re not exactly sure how or when it happened. 

Harry has been on tour lately, but you had some responsibilities to tend to back home that kept you from traveling with him for the beginning of the last leg of Love on Tour. You had just flown into London today as Harry had a show coming up in a couple of days in Coventry that you would be traveling to. You had hoped to be able to spend a travel day with him as he had planned to stop by London before the show, but he had gotten stuck in Germany for an extra day and would have to go straight to Coventry the day of the show. 

It was only about a two hour drive from London to Coventry, but you hated travelling alone. It would just be you and the driver Harry had hired for you, which technically meant you wouldn’t be alone, but you preferred it be Harry with you. But you decided you would worry about that when the time came and just spend your evening catching up on some shows you were behind on.

You had stayed in Harry’s London home many times, but this was the first time you stayed there alone. The two of you had been dating for 2 years, so it wasn’t weird that he let you be in his space alone, but it still just felt weird to be there without him. So, you made sure you had things around you that made you think of him. 

The first thing you did when you got to his house was ravage his closet for a sweatshirt that smelled like him. Then, you took a blanket and pillow from his bed and brought them down to the couch to cuddle up with while you ordered Chinese takeout from the takeaway shop the two of you always order from. 

As long as you felt his presence around you in some form, you were okay. 

While cleaning up the kitchen and putting your leftovers in the fridge, you swore you heard a door close. You paused for a minute, but didn’t hear anything else so you assumed the noise just came from the tv playing in the living room. 

However, when you back to the living room, there he was. 

“Harry?!” you said, jumping back a little, not expecting to see anyone standing in the room. 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” you continued as you walked up to him. 

Before you even made it halfway to him, he raced forward, grabbing you, and pressed his lips to yours. 

As he’s pushing you backwards towards the couch, you try to mumble against his lips to ask him what he’s doing here but it's no use. “Harr-mmmmmm”, is all you get out as he pushed his mouth deeper into you. You feel the backs of your legs hit the edge of the couch and have no choice but to sit as he lowers you down. He continues to push into you until you are laying with him on top of you with him still devouring you. 

Harry gets comfortable laying on top of you between your legs as you accept his deep kisses and wrap your legs around his waist. You feel him push his hips roughly into yours as he slightly lifts his lips off of yours. One hand is placed on your waist while he moves the other up to hold your jaw. You look at him in awe as he finally says his first words of the night.

“I missed you so much, pretty girl,” he rubs his nose against yours as he continues with his hips still rutting into you. “You’re gonna do whatever I tell you to tonight, okay? Be a prefect, good girl for me. Can’t go another minute without you.” 

You’re completely immersed in the moment at this rate, and you subconsciously decide to ask him why he’s here later. Because right now all that matters is him. 

You give him a small smile and nod at his words. “Mmmmm, already wet and excited for me, aren’t you lovie?” he asks, pleased with your reaction to his words. 

“Always for you,” you get out before he’s crashing his lips back onto yours. 

You’re not sure what has made him so insatiable in this moment. Yes, it’s been a while since the two of you have been intimate since it's been a while since you’ve seen each other, but this feverish desire to have you right now isn’t something you’ve seen from him before. Not that you’re complaining. 

Harry and you were no strangers to playing around with dom/sub dynamics, and it is obvious that Harry wants to delve deep into that world tonight as he is rutting his hips into you so aggressively at this rate that you are already being stimulated enough that you could come if he kept it up. It was only when he was in his dominant headspace that he acted rough with you. You both enjoyed it a lot, but you also were very aware of your intimate moments and didn’t want them all to be rough and dominated by one person, so you often played with different types of dynamics all the time. 

But, to be honest, “Dom Harry” was your favorite version. So, if he wanted you to be his “perfect, good girl” tonight, you best bet that’s exactly what he is going to get. 

Being what Harry needed in that moment was all that mattered to you. 

He had come on so strong and dominant right away that it pushed you into your subby headspace quickly. You weren’t near subspace yet, but you wouldn’t be surprised if you ended the night there as your need to please Harry and Harry only was already so strong. 

Without another word, Harry quickly stripped you of your sweats and underwear before doing the same to himself. 

His cock sprung up to his lower stomach, the tip an angry, fiery red as he growled at the relief he must’ve felt. You mewled and brought your eyebrows together in concern at the sight as all you wanted to do was help him rid himself of the pain he was probably feeling. 

He could read your thoughts all over your face. “Aw, don’t worry about me baby. This sweet, little cunt is gonna make me feel so much better, isn’t it?” he says while stroking himself with his attention on your soaked core. 

You moaned at his words. His filthy language always making your chest feel full in the best, most erotic way possible. “Please Harry, use me. I just want you to feel good…please, H,” you whine out to him in the most delicious way that almost has him losing all his composure right then and there. 

Without another word, Harry leans forward over you, wraps your legs around his waist, lines himself up with you, and slams himself as deep as he possibly can into you. You both let out near pornographic moans. You at the painfully, pleasurable intrusion, and him at the sudden warmth and tightness that surrounded him. 

He could’ve come right then and there, but he fought the urge by immediately pulling out and slamming right back into you.

You could barely even get any moans out as he kept his quick pace. You could only emit tiny whimpers before he was already pushing another one out of you. You had no control over your body in this moment and just decided to give it all up to him. 

“Pretty girl just gonna let me use her like a rag doll, huh? Taking me so good that you can’t even control yourself,” he pauses to groan as you involuntarily clench around him in response to his words. “God-Fuck, baby. Cunt made just for me, I swear. I don’t know if I can ever go without.” 

It was right then when he decided to switch his pace from fast and rough to slow and deep that you could feel it. You could feel yourself falling under, falling into your subspace. All you could feel was him. All you could hear was him. All you could see was him. You were absolutely consumed by him. 

It usually took a lot for you to fall into subspace, but this time you fell quick, and hard. 

You gasped airly and looked at him with big eyes and furrowed brows when he thrusted into you especially deep, hitting all your spots. 

“Yeah, baby? Right there, huh? Gah..so good for me…” he sighed out that last part as he leaned further into you, enclosing his whole body around yours. Isolating you from being able to look at anything but his face. 

“Harr…” you gasped out as you reached your arms around his back and clawed at his back, roughly grabbing at his shirt he was still wearing. 

He felt you tighten around him as he watched your jaw drop and eyes clench shut all while he felt your fingers cling to him as if he would disappear. He knew then that you were about to come (which was for the best because he really couldn’t hold out much longer). 

“Such a good girl for me, come on baby, let go. Be my good girl and let go.. y-yes that's it, pretty,” he moaned out as you let go, your mouth open in a silent moan as your whole body seized and convulsed under him in immense pleasure. 

Harry followed and released into you soon after as your release completely sent him over the edge. 

As each of you came down from your equally strong highs, you relaxed into the couch as Harry placed all his weight on you with his face resting in the crook of your neck. It made you feel safe when he did that. 

After a minute of catching your breaths, Harry was the first to speak out. “Did so well for me, pretty girl.” 

He paused for a moment, expecting to get a response from you, at least a blissed out hum. However, when he got nothing in response, he immediately was worried. 

“Lovie?” Harry lifted his head and brought one hand up to gently smooth over your jaw. He finds you looking at him in completely awe and adoration. Eyes slightly glossy as you look deep into his eyes. 

“Oh, princess. You’re deep, aren’t you?” He shifts his body weight onto his free hand placed next to his head so he can pull his weight off of you, but you immediately freak out that he’s gonna leave you. With a sad and worried look on your face, you flatten your hands on his back and hurriedly speak out, “No, no, stay. Please.” 

“Sweetheart, shhhhh,” he quietly responds as he lowers himself back down on to you. It’s now that he realizes just how deep you are. Absolutely beyond floaty. He wraps himself back around you, but still keeps one and on your jaw as his thumb slightly caresses your cheek. 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby, okay? Harry’s staying right here with you.” You sigh out at his words, closing your eyes again as you revel in the feeling of his body on yours and nuzzle your head into his hand that rests on your face. 

Harry hadn’t even noticed you getting floaty and hadn’t expected it since it usually takes a lot to get you there. He wasn’t complaining though, because he felt so much happiness knowing that you trusted him so much to allow yourself to get into this headspace with him. He knew that being in subspace was a vulnerable thing and doesn’t just happen with any partner, so he was elated to know that he felt safe with him. 

He just laid there for a moment, looking at you with adoration. Letting himself feel the pride coursing through him. Proud of you and your willingness to be vulnerable with him. “You did so good for me today, princess. Thank you for trusting me.” 

After he spoke, he took a moment and realized he was slightly worried about you, though, as you were quieter than you usually were when you were in subspace, but just tossed it up to the fact that you got very deep very quickly and your system wasn’t used to that. 

As he admired you for a moment, he noticed you nuzzle deeper into the hand he had been caressing your cheek with. For a moment you seemed to get frustrated and let out a small whine as he moved his hand along with your movements. 

“What is it baby? Hmm, what do you need from me? I’ll give you anything,” he says as he moves his thumb that had been on your cheek to your bottom lip. 

When he placed his thumb on your lip, you immediately opened your mouth with a gasp, your eyes going wide almost begging him with your eyes. 

“Oh, lovie,” Harry chuckled, catching on to what you wanted, and allowed his thumb to slip behind your lips as you hummed and gently began to suck on his finger.  “Is that what you wanted princess? You’re so good to me.” 

Harry laid with you for a while as you continued to suck on his thumb. If that was what was going to bring you comfort in this moment, then he would let you do it forever. You had never needed this type of comfort before, but he was willing to give you whatever you needed. Aftercare was very important to the both of you, and this is just what it looked like for you today. 

You must’ve dozed off a bit, because the next thing you knew, Harry was gently taking you into the bathroom where he already had a bath ready for you. 

“Hi, lovie,” he softly said to you when he saw your eyes open up. They were brighter and less glossy now, telling him that you had come back to him. 

“Hi,” you softly replied with a small, content smile on your face. 

Neither of you spoke again as he undressed you and himself before placing you in the warm bath. He got in right behind you and pulled you into his chest where you immediately relaxed. 

“You’re back with me now, right, baby?” he asked has his hands rubbed up and down your arms trying to keep you grounded with his touch after coming down from your floaty state. 

“Yeah, Harr. Felt so safe with you, had to let go,” you responded quietly as you closed your eyes and enjoyed his touch. 

“That’s okay. I always want you to feel that safe with me.” 

You sat in silence for a few minutes before Harry picked up your loofa and some soap to begin cleaning you up. As he started, you spoke up, “Why are you home anyway? I thought I was meeting you in Coventry?” You turned a little to look at him, confusion written on your features. 

He chuckled as he continued to clean you off, “Was supposed to stay in Munich an extra day for a meeting, but it was cancelled. Thought I’d just come home and surprise you.” 

“Surprise me and fucking devour me is what you did goddamn. Bout gave me whiplash with how quickly you came at me” 

Harry loudly chuckled at that, “Oh, shut it. I know you absolutely bloody loved it.” 

You giggled before you responded, “Mmmm, yeah, I definitely did. Love you, bub.” 

“Love you, baby.” 

You two sat in silence throughout the rest of your bath before you retired to bed. It wasn’t long before you were tangled together, sleeping the night away. 

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That was something… lol haven’t written smut in a HOT minute so I'm so sorry if it’s eh…also didn’t proofread so there are probs grammatical errors but whateverrrrr 

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[whitemancumslut]

feminization kink with harry pls

content warnings: minors dni: feminization kink, mentions of pegging, pet names, overstimulation, use of the wattpad “forbidden p word”

“Look at my pretty baby girl,” You cooed as you ran your fingers through the tight curls of his dark hair. He moaned around the cock strapped to your waist as you guided his head up and down.

His eyes were glossy, glistening with the ceiling light, looking up into yours. You popped his mouth off as he inhaled deeply, hissing as he watched the line of saliva drain to his chin.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you, baby?”

He nods quickly, swallowing down the spit in his mouth before he hums with his lip between his teeth, wanting more and more, but wouldn’t dare going in without permission.“Can I please continue, mommy?”

You smile down at him. How can you say no to that? You take his hair in your hand, harshly pulling him closer to the cock.

“How can I say no to that, hmm?” He smiles up at you, peaking down at the cock in front him. His tongue peaking out to lap the tip before taking the rest into his mouth.

You moan, releasing the rough grip on his hair, the smile becoming permanente as you admire his pretty lips. “Look so pretty, baby. The prettiest, aren’t you, princess?”

His face softened and his eyes grew more and more softer at the pet name and the dent in his cheeks became more prominent. He hums a yes and he began to bob his up and down on your cock and the view was beautiful. Should be hung up in a gallery. The way his eyes stayed glued to yours, his hands on your thighs, and his cock still painfully hard, ready to be tend to.

[overallrry]

harry styles “sub space” fics

✩ all credit to the authors ✩

y/n in subspace:

chericlo

hello kitty

bubble of bliss

I'm baby

subspace blurb

floaty

colaharry

subspace

deep in subspace

muffindaddystyles

mean angry h

harrywritingsbyme

a show

meet-me-in-the-kitchen

gone under

luvonstyles

the one with the thumb.

harryforvogue

edged into subspace

mindofharry

angsty subspace

teaspoon-full-of-sugar

edge

harryfeatgaga

deep in subspace

harry in subspace:

maybank-malfoy-barnes

sub-space

thismaydestroyme

calming h down

daaydreamy

subspace

watermelonlovershigh

harry's feeling needy

adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

harry in subspace

purplekiwis

subspace aftercare

goldengalore

a needy boy

harrystylesslutt

jealous in subspace

[narrycherries]

✰ baby honey ✰ #4 (dom!harry)

You need Harry’s attention while out with friends, and he makes sure you get it..

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(temporary a/n : I’m changing the layout from “parts” to “#” since these are not exactly continuations of each other)

word count: 3.6k

warnings/tags: domrry, harry x reader, daddy kink, praise kink, oral(f receiving), semi-public sex, alcohol consumption, dom!harry, smut, fingering

You felt a little out of place surrounded by Harry’s longtime friends. You knew each of them, knew them well - but you didn’t necessarily talk to any of them. Your arms were wrapped around his left arm, keeping close as he spoke and laughed with the people sitting around the big semi circle table. The club was more fancier than most, but you were familiar with the space. It didn’t help ease your nerves, though.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Harry groaned as he almost knocked over the glass in front of him. He grabbed it and brought it to his lips.

You watched closely as his pink lips brushed the glass as he took a long sip. You licked your own lips and reverted your eyes to your lap. He felt your quick stare and decided to pay you some attention for a while.

“Wanna try it?” He rested his wrist on your leg as he held the glass.

You sighed gently, but took it anyways. When you smelled it, you nearly choked. It was very strong - you didn’t drink very much so anything easily wasn’t appealing to you.

“Try it, babe.” He chuckled as he watched you.

You sipped the drink but instantly shook your head as it slid down your throat. You sat the glass on the table and grabbed your water instead. You took a long guzzle, clearing your mouth of the nasty taste.

“You’re cute.” He leaned into you, smiling sweetly as he kissed your temple.

“You’re cuter.” You giggled back, reaching up to scratch the side of his chin. His facial hair was growing out a bit.

“I-“

“Harry! Take a shot.” Niall’s cheerful voice broke the comfortable quietness between you two.

You frowned, but he kissed your lips gently and gave you an apologetic look. He leaned away from you and back towards the rest of the table. You sighed as you had to tighten your grip on his arm to keep hold of it. Your eyes were glued to the table cloth, it was gently blowing from the cool breeze in the room. The temperature was nice, you were comfortable.

Harry slid the shot glass back onto the table, but before he could turn to you, Niall insisted they do another. Harry didn’t protest. Your nails were digging through the thing fabric of his sleeves. He grunted and took a moment to look at you when Niall and someone else began to talk.

You smiled when his eyes met yours again. But what he said didn’t make you feel any better.

“Baby, hold my hand instead, yeah? You’re making it a little hard to move.” His smile wasn’t convincing. He wasn’t being mean, but you were still annoyed.

“I like holding on to you.” You pouted, eyebrows dropping.

He licked his lips. “Please, lovey? Don’t be difficult.”

“You’re being difficult. I’ve been doing this all night.” The whining that left your mouth wasn’t something he wanted to hear. He didn’t intend to upset you.

“Baby love, be nice for me, okay?”

You pulled your arm away from him and crossed it over your chest with the other one. Your eyes were staring at nothing - avoiding him. He noticed how hostile you were and he sighed, his hand rubbing your thigh in an attempt to calm you.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me.”

His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, your dress riding up as he did so. You grabbed the loose fabric and shoved it back down, his hand under it. He leaned against you, his lips close to your temple as he spoke.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to do anything.”

“Then tomorrow.. or whenever you want.” He tried to compromise.

Your silence was bothering him. He huffed and snatched his hand away from your thigh. He turned to face you, hiding you from everyone’s sight. You bit your cheek, eyes moving to his. You expected him to be angry but he wasn’t. He was concerned, a softness filled his pretty eyes.

“We should’ve stayed at home. You hate.. being here. M’sorry.”

You gulped. “It’s fine I.. I just.. want to be close to you.”

“Are..” he paused to glance over his shoulder, checking to see if anyone was looking but nobody was paying you any attention. He looked back, eyebrows furrowed as he studied your face. “Are you feeling little?”

You shrugged. “Not.. not yet.”

“Let me know.. if you do, okay? You know I’ll always take care of you.” His hand moved to your jaw and he held you gently, thumb rubbing your skin.

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, forcing his touch onto your skin. “We didn’t do anything all day.. didn’t even kiss.. or cuddle.. you woke up and left me in bed.. you worked then we ate and showered then we got ready and.. and nothing. We didn’t do anything.”

He knew what you were referring to. He frowned. “I know. M’sorry. I was busy and I didn’t make time for you.. I should’ve.”

Your eyes dropped to his chest. The top couple of buttons of his shirt aren’t closed, his skin exposed. You swallowed, trying to ignore what you wanted to think about but it was too hard. He tapped your jaw with his thumb to get your attention. You lifted your gaze and felt your cheeks flushing.

“Do you.. do you need something, baby?”

“You.”

He smiled gently. “What do you need?”

You sighed heavily, but leaned in closer to him. Your hands grabbed either side of his waist and you fisted the material of his shirt. He hummed when your lips brushed his, but a kiss didn’t bloom.

“Can you.. at least rub me?” Your voice was in a soft whisper, your eyes closing as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

His arms slid around your waist and pulled you closer, chuckling in your ear. “Want my fingers, baby doll? What about my tongue, hm? Need that, too?”

You whimpered, nodding gently against him. He smirked, hands squeezing your body possessively. He knew you were needy, you always were. But especially now, after a long day of being deprived from him. Harry wanted to make it up to you, wanted to give you anything and everything.

He hummed as you moved your lips to his ear, warm breath fanning his skin. “Wan’ your cock, too.”

“Mm, I can make that happen, baby. All of it.”

“Wan’ you now.” You groaned, hoping he would oblige.

“Can take you to the bathroom.. You hate doing it in the bathrooms, though.” His laugh made you smile.

He was right, you hated public bathrooms. They weren’t the cleanest, even in a fancy place like this. You would rather fuck on the table in front of everyone. Harry didn’t drive his car here, so you couldn’t go back there. You thought about the suggestion. You thought about the rewards.. how good it would feel to finally have him..

“I want to. Please.”

He nodded. “Okay.. let’s go then.”

Your smile made his heart beat faster - you were happy. He motioned for you to slide out of the big booth. You were thankful he had you on the very outside. He knew you didn’t like sitting next to people. Harry excused himself from the table, getting a few questions from his friends but ultimately ignoring them. You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as Harry guided you to the bathroom. You were in front of him, but he was directly behind you - hands gripping your waist as you walked.

When you entered the women’s restroom, Harry took you down to the biggest stall. As soon as he locked the stall, you spun around and threw both arms around his neck. You were giggling and gasping as he grabbed you and kissed all over your face. His teeth nipped at your cheek as he squeezed your hips. Moans were spilling from your throat, his mouth sucking spots on your neck. He didn’t want you to be pressed against the not so clean wall, so he gladly put his own back against it. You broke away from him and went to fall on your knees. He grabbed your arms and pulled you back up. You were confused, but didn’t say anything.

“I said I want to make things up to you.. so let me.”

You sighed. “I want you.”

“Let me take care of you the best I can right now.”

You nodded softly, taking a step back as he motioned you to. He grabbed your hips and quickly kissed you. Before you even realized it, he was sinking to his knees. You gasped when he shoved your dress up and attacked your covered mound with his mouth.

“Harry..” you breathed out, eyes closing as you realized he was about to give you the services of his mouth.

He rarely did it like this, only because it was rarely needed. Usually, things were in your favor and you had access to a car or a bed or a private surface - but a bathroom really isn’t that ideal.

He pulled your panties down your legs and held them so they wouldn’t touch the floor. You stepped out of them and he gladly shoved them into his back pocket. His big hands separated your legs and he tilted his head back, tongue instantly swiping through your wet folds.

“Fuck.” You groaned, not afraid to be loud in a space that wasn’t private at all.

He kept licking and spitting until he knew you were soaked. His mouth closed around your clit and he sucked hard. Your fingers curled into his scalp, pulling at his hair and forcing his face into your cunt. He didn’t mind, he was happy as could be between your legs.

“Harry, Harry, Harry!” Your head fell back, mouth open as moans came out.

His tongue was flicking against your clit, sliding through your folds just to poke into you for a moment. The process was repeated again and again. You couldn’t control the sensations, it was all so good. The fact you were in a public bathroom left your mind and you let it all out.

“Harry! Fuck me, please.” You begged, head dropping to watch him.

His eyes were shut and his focus was on your cunt. His strong hands held onto your thighs, keeping you in place while he ate you out.

“Please, please, please.” You groaned. “Fingers.. please.”

He chuckled, the vibrations making your spine tingle. He brought his index finger to your hole. He rubbed it around to get it wet, then slid it inside like you wanted. A heavy moan fell from your lips as you clenched around the digit. He soon added another once you were relaxed and used to him.

You threw your leg over his shoulder, providing more access. He took advantage of that and started sucking your clit harder, shoving his fingers further into you with no hesitation.

“Fuck!” You yelled as soon as you heard the door open.

Harry chuckled against your nub and let his tongue destroy it as someone went into a stall to handle their business. You were groaning like crazy, pulling his hair and throwing your head back. Your spine was tingling as an orgasm crept closer to you.

“M’gonna cum!” You announced it loud and very proud to Harry and the random woman in the bathroom.

You gasped again and again until finally it washed through you and your eyes rolled back. Harry hummed against your pussy as you spilled into his mouth and literally dripped down his fingers. You whined as the feelings ceased and you finally caught your breath. Harry slapped your thigh before standing up.

“Tastes so good, yeah.” He licked his lips clean of your juices. “Fuckin’ peach.”

You smirked and reached for his waist. You pulled him close and smeared your lips over his. His chin was still wet from your pussy, so you quickly swiped your tongue over his skin to grab a taste. He winked gently before grabbing your hips and turning you around.

“Put your hands on the wall. I’ll hold you tight.” He said as his hand pushed against the small of your back.

You bent over, hands splayed on the cold wall like he said. He shoved your dress up, exposing your ass to him. You heard him messing with his pants, and before long you felt the weight of his cock slap down on your ass cheek.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” His voice went deep as he pressed his tip against your begging hole. “Want my cock deep in you, baby?”

“Yes, please! Fill me up.” You sighed as you felt him slip into you.

Harry groaned as soon as your walls swallowed him whole. He knew you weren’t interested in any soft, loving actions - so he immediately began to pound into you. His hips slapped into yours, the sound echoing in the bathroom. You were moaning like crazy, squeezing your breast through your dress and looking back at him. He caught your eye and smirked, slamming his cock deep into your pussy.

“Harry! Faster.”

He did as you wished, going as hard as he could without absolutely destroying your cunt. He wanted you to actually walk afterwards. Harry’s fingers dug into your hips as he buried his cock inside of you. His name flew from your mouth over and over again, the sound bouncing off the walls. The door shut, so you assumed whoever was in here finally left. It didn’t matter, you were clearly unconcerned with their presence anyways.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” Harry grunted as he let his nails sink into your skin. They weren’t too sharp. “Fuckin’ tight pussy.”

Needless to say, you and Harry got a well deserved, well needed fuck in tonight.

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Harry led you back to the table. You were kind of wobbly but he kept a tight hold of your waist to steady you. When you returned, his friends started smirking and cheering for him. The few women gave you grins and shook their heads. You felt your face heat up instantly.

“Harry just got him some pussy.” Niall, who was sloppy drunk, yelled happily, clapping as Harry slid into the booth.

You followed him, holding your breath out of nervousness. Harry rolled his eyes, but smirked proudly as he moved closer to you, his arm going over your shoulders and draping down your front. You reached up and grabbed his hand to lace your fingers together. You let your other palm sit on his warm thigh.

“Cut it out.” He chuckled, knowing that you didn’t like that sort of attention. You didn’t like any attention from anyone but him.

“Got a bit of something on your face, mate.” One of his friends said, touching his own cheek to indicate where.

A bold wave washed through you. You grabbed his chin and turned his head your way. You saw the smeared tinted lipgloss on his mouth and his cheeks. You bit your cheek as you licked your thumb and started to wipe it off. Harry watched your eyes as you focused on his skin. He was smiling gently, admiring your beauty. The after sex glow always made your eyes sparkle. He loved that.

“All better.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“Should’ve left it.” He winked before pecking your forehead.

You were okay with him looking back at his friends. You felt like you had gotten plenty of attention now, so he could chat with his friends without having to worry about you.

“Bathroom or the alley?” Niall grinned.

“The bathroom.” Harry scoffed. “Why the fuck would I take such a hot thing like her in the alley? Bit trashy, Horan.”

“Ma girl would’ve let me hit it here in front of all you fuckers.” Niall laughed, which made them all chuckle along with him, even Harry.

“Where’d she run off to?” Harry said, noticing Niall’s wife wasn’t there.

“Dunno. Went to get ‘nother bottle.” He replied.

One of their other friends chimed in, bringing the conversation back to you and Harry. “Surprised we couldn’t hear ya from here.”

Your chest was tightening as you heard him talking about what happened, and hearing the laughter he caused made you nervous. Surely he wouldn’t give details, he never did that. You squeezed his fingers tight and lowered your eyes to your legs. You could still see that your skin was flushed all over.

“Did ya wrap it?” Niall smirked.

“C’mon, man. Don’t be a prick.” Harry shook his head at Niall’s question.

You felt relieved, knowing Harry would never betray you like that. Sure, he’s hinted at things before to his friends like tonight for instance, but he’s never given them details. You were his, and he didn’t want anyone else to know anything about you or your body. He was selfish and jealous and you loved it.

Suddenly, your eyes went wide as you realized something. Harry never slid your panties back up your legs. You rubbed your thighs together maybe thinking you just forgot. You could still feel the wetness and the warmth of his cum, but you knew you had no panties on. You huffed and tried to get his attention. You tapped his thigh, but he was sipping his drink and listening to his friend talk about something. He wasn’t paying attention to you. You groaned and grabbed his thigh harder, shaking it.

He sat his glass down and looked over at you, eyebrows lifted high in question. You gave him a stern look and he frowned. He was afraid he had made you upset, he just didn’t know why.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked softly, leaning closer to ignore everyone else.

Your eyes shot across the table but nobody was looking. You grabbed his hand from his lap and guided it under your dress. He sighed and tried to stop you. You grunted and tugged on his fingers.

“Baby, we just-“

“Shh.” You cut him off with an eye roll.

He didn’t say anything, and let you take control again. You took his hand under your dress and pushed his fingers against your slit. He rubbed you for a second, thinking that’s what you wanted. You shuddered at the feeling, but sunk your nails in his forearm to stop him.

“Baby.. what’s wrong?”

“Feel.”

He moved his fingers through your slit, the hot cum coating his fingertips. He rubbed it around your clit to get it off his fingers.

“What?”

You groaned and huffed at him. “My panties.”

He was staring at you, trying to understand what you meant. Then, as he wiggled his fingers against your small folds he realized there was no barrier. His eyes widened and he slowly pulled his hand out from under you. You watched as he wiped his fingers on his pants leg. You wished he could’ve let you taste it, but it was too obvious. He reached behind him and you knew what he was looking for. And of course there your panties were in his back pocket.

“Fuck.” He muttered, unsure of what to do. “Just.. go without them, yeah? We won’t be here much longer.”

You whined. “Harry. What if they see?”

He shook his head. “They won’t.”

“Ah there she is.” Niall suddenly spoke as his wife approached the table.

A few people got out to let her back in. When she sat down, she kissed Niall’s lips gently and moved close to him, his arm wrapping around her. Niall was a prick at times, and a bit obnoxious, but he actually loved that woman. You weren’t her biggest fan, nor Niall’s, but they were Harry’s friends.. so you were kind to them.

“Yeah I went to the bathroom before I went to the bar..” A smirk covered her lips as her eyes trailed directly to yours.

You knew immediately what was going on because you two never spoke to one another, she never spared a glance your way. Your nails dug into Harry’s leg through his pants. He grunted, looking over at you with furrowed brows. He was curious to know what was wrong now. The whole underwear thing was still fresh on his mind, he was trying to be cautious and make sure you didn’t get up without him behind you so he could block you - just in case.

“I heard some interesting things.. someone was getting plowed.”

Harry’s own eyes went wide as well. He shot a glance to Niall before snatching up his drink and taking a sip. The wine slid down his throat slowly, a conversation sparking up at the table.

“Ah.. what a coincidence.” Niall’s grin didn’t go unnoticed. “Someone just fucked their girl in the bathroom.”

She gave Niall a wink. “Wonder who..”

“Funny, funny.” Harry sighed, rolling his eyes at the two and the others who were snickering. “Don’t be jealous.”

“Jealous?” Niall’s wife was very confident in herself, despite knowing her own personal sex life was nothing like yours.

It was a thing they all knew - Harry loved to fuck you.

“She must’ve liked what she heard.. she stayed in there a while.”

Everyone’s eyes, including Harry’s, shot your way as you spoke loudly. You never did that sort of thing, you didn’t even like most of the people at the table. Niall laughed, nudging his wife’s arm with his elbow.

“Got busted, babe.”

Harry smirked gently at you before licking his lips. He was sort of proud of you for speaking up and taking control. It wasn’t like you two were the only people who fuck in the bathrooms. It was quite common, especially at clubs. If you need it then you need it, no matter where you are.

“Should’ve stayed.” Harry chuckled. “I filled her up.”

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ＡＮＩＭＡＬＳ Pt. 2

WARNINGS: psychopathic tendencies, yandere!harry, psycho!harry, stockholm!syndrome, knife play, adrenaline rush, blood, condescension, degradation, sexual content, drug abuse, forced sex, orgasms, etc. ****IF YOU ARE NOT COMFY WITH THIS PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!!!******

It was all going so well. At least, that’s what Harry made her believe. He would bathe, her feed her, clothe her, make her cum, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he promised to take care of her the rest of his life.

At least until she pushed him to the verge of murder. Which would be soon, he knew it was coming soon.

That’s how all the other girls acted when things were going well.

She wasn’t his first, but she definitely wasn’t going to be his last.

“It’s alright doll.” He sighed as he positioned her into a chokehold. “I got you. I’m always gonna be here to take care of you.” He pressed several kisses to her head and smiled at the tears that streamed down her face. “You know, crying looks ugly on you. You used to do it so much before you realized how much you need me.” He pointed out.

“Before you realized how much you love me.” Self defense classes would definitely be helpful right now. But of course her uptight family didn’t think such “rambunctious activities were necessary.”

“Let me go. I hate you.” She choked out through a sob as she tried to kick and scream. She mustered all the strength that she had left in her, but she knew she wouldn’t win.

“Shhhhh. It’s okay doll. It’s all gonna be okay. I’ll get you home. And we’ll get all nice and clean.” He whispered in a soothing voice as he reached into his coat pocket with his free hand and grabbed the syringe before removing the cap and slowly injecting it into her neck.

Hush little baby don’t say a word,

Harry’s gonna make sure your

screams aren’t heard

Her body fell limp in his arms and he continued his version of the lullaby.

And if the baby starts to cry

Harry’s just gonna make sure that she dies.

He scooped her body up and carried her back to a bench, pulling out his phone he made a quick call while he sat her limp body down.

“Hey it’s me. Need you to come pick me up.” He called in a favor from a friend, knowing they’d have to listen or they’d be fucked.

Everyone knows not to mess with Harry or get on his bad side.

Everyone.

A few moments later a car arrived, Harry dumped her body in the backseat and hopped in before shutting the door.

“Take us home. I don’t have time for any fucking games either. So make it quick or I’ll blow your brain out and shove you in a suitcase.” He spat.

Moments later Harry was in the comfort of his own home. The living room reeked of blood and tobacco.

Carrying her limp body to her “bedroom” he laid her body on the mattress, covered her with the thin blanket and locked her wrists and ankles to each end of of the bed post. “ You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispered as he stroked her soft cheek. “Just wait until i’m done with you.” Covering her mouth with tape, he glanced at her appearance one last time before going to the living room to clean up his mess.

He sat on the couch and bandaged his cuts and bruises he had made to show what would he would do to himself if she left him. He wanted her to know that she belonged here. Only he could take care of her and make her feel good.

Harry spent a good two hours scrubbing, mopping and wiping down the living room and hallway. The house smelled like fresh pine sol with a small hint of the fresh tobacco he burned.

Harry decided to freshen up and take a shower, he knew he would feel better once his sacrifice of blood was washed away. He knew his doll wasn’t as appreciative and grateful of him as she should be. But she’ll understand sooner or later, she needs him.

Standing in the boiling hot water, he turned it up even more to make sure he could feel his skin burning. It was the only way he could really feel something.

Washing away his blood, sweat and anger. He cleansed his body and scrubbed at his skin until his entire body turned a dark shade of pink.

He wanted to be squeaky clean when she woke up. He wanted to be prepared.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped himself in a towel and headed into his room to change.

Everything in his room was of Y/n. The sheets, the ones that she gave away once she graduated. The curtains, donated by her mother, the dresser, built by her father’s company, the lamps, gift of her grandmother’s.

Everything had to remind him of her. Let alone be a piece of her.

His clothes were neatly organized alphabetically and by color. He could have it no other way. One mistake and he’d rip the drawer apart and smash his fists into it until his fingers were soaked with blood.

He changed into a black t-shirt and shorts with black socks of course to match before heading into Y/n’s room.

He knew she would be sedated for a while, but he didn’t mind. He liked watching her sleep.

And that’s what he intended to do.

He made himself comfortable in the rocking chair as he began to sing

Hush little baby don’t say a word

Harry’s gonna make sure your

screams aren’t heard

Her body ached.

Her throat was sore, her head was spinning and she just wanted to take a minute to breathe.

“Glad to see you’re up doll.” Harry spoke from his seated position in the rocking chair. “ You’ve been out for 15 hours, 36 minutes and…” he checked his watch “22 seconds” He grinned. “ But it’s okay, i’ve kept you company this whole time.”

He slowly walked over to her and admire her stiff yet limp figure. “ You’re gorgeous when you aren’t putting up a fight or screaming at me.” He beamed as he moved a strand of hair away from her face. She flinched but it didn’t feel like her body was moving at all.

She tried to move her limbs and torso yet failed.

“S’alright love. No need to panic. Doped you up so good only those pretty little lips of yours can move when they’re wrapped around my cock.” He grinned.

“Let me go.” She spit as she tried to break free, but of course she ultimately failed. After several attempts of huffing and puffing she gave up.

“I wanna go home.” She pleased. “Please I’ll do anything.”

“Silly girl.” He cooed with a smirk. “You are home. This is Harry’s house. But now it’s your home too.” She sighed and gave up momentarily.

That’s not the answer she wanted to hear.

“I love when you submit to me.” He whispered in her ear as he stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. “You should know by now that you’re fine, and only mine. I promised I would take care of you and I can guarantee you as long as you obey me i’ll keep that promise.”

“I don’t care what your promises are, I just want to go home.”

His hand reached for her throat before he could even think, the air knocked out of her lungs within seconds.

“You know i’m getting real fucking tired of this attitude you have all of a sudden. I cook for you, I clean, I give you a free place to stay. And I sure as hell can make that pussy cum quicker than you or anybody else can.” He spit on her face and rubbed it in, causing her to whimper.

“I could’ve killed you like the others. But no, I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Talk back to me like that again and I’ll have you butchered and shipped to your parents doorstep.”

He shook her body with force, not knowing how strong he really is when he gets like this. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head due to lack of oxygen but he let her go before she could fully pass out.

“You’re pathetic. You should be used to be choking you by now.” He sighed as he began to pace. His back turned to her as he started mumbling hysterics.

“I just don’t understand it. You went from being scared, to being a cock-hungry whore that loved me. To being a bitch and trying to break my heart and leave.”

He turned and looked at her “Why’d you do it? Why’d you try and run from me? Do you want different snacks? Clothes? Soap?”

She didn’t know how to respond.

“I’ve given you everything! Everything you need, yet you still try and run away from my love.”

Her head was spinning. She’s seen this side of Harry so many times. He goes through so many episodes a day she can’t keep count. But this time, she felt some remorse.

“I thought you loved me.” He whispered softly, his eyes began to sadden at the thought of finally finding someone who might give him a chance.

But he was wrong.

But Harry doesn’t take no for an answer.

“I would sing you to sleep.” He laid beside her and started to stroke her hair. “ We’d talk about our future together, make love, and cuddle whenever i was home.”

Tears fell from his eyes as he continued. “I just don’t understand why you would want to leave me.”

Muffled sobs left his body as he covered his hands with his face, ashamed of himself for showing any type of emotion.

“But it’s okay.” He sniffled.

“If you try to pull that shit again, I’ll just kill you.”

He smiled brightly and continue playing with her hair, as if he didn’t just have a breakdown two seconds ago. “ I love you.” He pressed a small kiss to her cheek. “I hope you know that. Harry loves you.” He continued mumbling to himself as he played with her fingers.

“Miss the way you used to beg for m’cock. You’d kneel at the door when it was locked until I came home. Just waiting for me to touch you.”

His words were music to her ears. She knew he meant well, he just wanted someone to love. Someone to cherish in the best way possible.

He was scary at times, referred to himself in third person and could be a bit vicious when things didn’t necessarily go his way. But she knew deep down he was a good person who just wanted someone to rely on.

Someone who wouldn’t leave him.

“You love me right?” He looked at her with pleading eyes. “Tell me you love me.” He begged. “Tell me how much you love me.”

She didn’t know how to respond. Did she really love him? Or was this all apart of his sick and twisted game.

“Tell me!” He shouted as his fists balled together. “Say how much you love Harry.” His hand reached up and grabbed her throat with force. “Tell Harry you love him.”

“Y-yes. I love Harry.” She choked out, his grip on her neck was a bit tight, but she was slightly used to it. If you didn’t answer harry quickly things would end badly.

“Good. You’re never gonna leave Harry right?” He needed her to stay. He wanted this to last.

“I promise I’ll never leave Harry.” She sobbed. She just wanted to go home, to be in the comfort of her parents and friends. But obviously that wasn’t going to happen. She questioned if anyone tried to look for her, but with how busy her parents are she doubt they even noticed. They barely noticed her presence when she was home.

“I love you. I’m always gonna love you. Harry promises to take care of you.” He whispered in her ear as he placed kisses on her neck. “You belong to Harry.”

“l belong to Harry.” she repeated. She knew her only option was to give in or he would go bat shit crazy.

“Good girl.” He pressed his lips to hers in a soft manner, she was reluctant at first but gave in when he opened his eyes and saw that her were still open.

“You don’t love me, do you?” He huffed. “You promised. You fucking promised you love me. You promised Harry you would never leave.” He was getting angrier by the second.

“I’m sorry, I promise i love you. I just can’t move, remember?” She just wanted to make this as easy as possible.

“Oh yeah, silly Harry.” He chuckled before resuming his little make out session he started. Cupping her face, he lifted it a bit and traced his tongue on her lips before forcefully pushing it in and taking dominance.

“Harry loves you.” He whispered against her lips before trailing his hands down her body. “All of you.”

A small whimper escaped her lips causing him to grin.

“You like it when i touch you right? Like it when Harry gives you what you need. Practically almost fell off m’cock the last time you were riding it. Felt so good, wish I could give you Harry’s babies.” He moaned as he removed her shorts and panties.

“Let’s fix this. Harry doesn’t like when you’re not wet. Makes Harry sad.” He situated himself beneath her cunt. “I love how I can control your body.” He deeply inhaled her scent before indulging himself in her core, feasting as if this was his last meal.

“You taste so sweet. Harry loves how you taste.” He moaned as he teased her sensitive clit. She shouldn’t be enjoying this.

But she was.

“You’re such a good girl for Harry. Just melting on his tongue.” She couldn’t help the moans that escaped her lips. She knew Harry would have another fit if she didn’t, but it just felt so good she couldn’t control herself.

“That’s a good girl. Harry likes hearing you moan.” His tongue made sure to leave nothing untouched, diving into her melting core and licking up every substance that dripped from her cunt.

“You make Harry’s cock hard.” He muffled as he continued to gather her sweet nectar. His chin was dripping but he didn’t mind, he would lap that up later.

“Fuck” he grunted before sitting himself up and removing his shorts. “Harry needs you right now.” He wiped his hands on his face and licked her nectar off his fingers before slapping his cock on her clit a few times. “You feel so good” He slid the head of his cock between her lips, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he collected her wetness. “Harry loves how you feel. And you’re all his.” He captured his lips in her as he slid into her entrance with ease, moans escaping their lips.

“You feel so good, so tight. Harry loves that.” He let himself enjoy the feeling before thrusting deeper. He wanted her to enjoy this.

“Y’like that? Like how good Harry’s cock makes you feel?” He pressed several kisses on her neck. “Tell Harry how good he makes you feel.” The tip of his cock grazed her g-spot sending shivers down her spine, tears brimmed her eyes as her stomach began to bubble.

“Harry makes me feel so good. So so good. Thank you Harry.”

“That’s it. Cum for Harry, you know you want to.” He held her throat a bit tight to cut off her flow as she quickened his thrusts, his cock grazing her sweet spot every time. He reached down with his other hand and thumbed at her clit, quickening his pace as he was getting closer to his orgasm.

Before she knew it, her eyes were rolling in the back of her head and even though her body was numbed she was slightly shaking. Harry always knew how to make her cum hard.

A scream left her throat as Harry milked her orgasm before shooting his load into her, thrusting a bit harder to make sure it was deep inside her cervix. That’s where he wanted it to be.

“I made you cum that hard and you don’t even know how to say thank you? Ungrateful bitch!” He sent a harsh smack to her face, releasing a sob out of her.

“Thank you Harry. Thank you for making me feel good.” She sobbed. She just wanted this all to be a dream, but sadly it wasn’t.

“That’s more like it. I’ve taught you manners, you need to respect Harry. Especially when he takes care of you.” He huffed as he pulled out of her.

Some of his cum started to leak out so he fingered it back into her, causing a squeal to erupt in her throat.

“Hush up, Harry’s making sure that it stays in there.” Grabbing the side towel and water bowl, he dampened it and cleaned her up. “There we go.” He whispered to himself. “All nice and clean.” He threw the damp towel in the hamper before laying down in the bed. He made himself comfortable and snuggled into her side, pressing small kisses on her body.

“Harry loves you.”He whispered in a soft voice.

“Let’s get some rest for a few minutes, then I’ll make us some lunch. Your body will feel better when you wake up.”

He tucked her in with the blanket before starting to sing.

“Hush little baby don’t say a word

Harry’s gonna make sure your

screams aren’t heard.”

this took so long to finish bc the second part didn’t save 😭😭😭. but thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!! for reading this!!!

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Thank you again for reading! I hope you enjoyed this piece. I might make the story of how psycho!harry originated and the kidnapping as well as the good and bad days with harry. lmk what you think!!

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Concepts!

I would love to start posting harry x yn concepts so ill put some ideas below and comment on what you think pls!!

Dom! H x Sub!y/n: Y/n always wanted to try new things, but her anxiety kept her going only as far as scrolling on the newest porn sites she would find. From the outside people would think she was looking for something soft.. innocent even, and although that was most of her experiences, she wanted nothing more than the opposite.

Flower Shop owner H! x y/n: Since opening the shop harry had regulars that he adored, knowing exactly what they were wanting before it could cross their minds, picking each flower carefully and with purpose is what made his heart soar... or that is until he meets y/n. She started coming in within a few weeks of the opening, and each time she amazed him with her knowledge and a broad range of what she wanted, he could pinpoint everyone else he met except her.

College Students H & y/n (angst): High school sweethearts going to college together would worry any set of parents and friends but when it came to harry and y/n everyone just knew it was going to be different. Slight angst: stress/arguments during the transition into college, fluff too!!

Subspace H & Subspace reader: At the same time... or apart. I will not elaborate but yes this is happening no matter what.

Comment other ideas too!!

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Harry Styles Masterlist

Series

Ruin (complete) - in which an innocent YN goes into her very first gynaecology appointment unsure of what she should expect. her first visit is definitely not what she’d expected [gynaecologist harry]

Just A Little Taste (ongoing) - in which YN books a much needed massage appointment from someone named H. Styles. Imagine her surprise when the most beautiful man she’s ever seen arrives for her massage [masseuse harry]

One Shots

Quality Time* - in which harry and yn spend some quality time on the couch [cottage core harry]

Maison* - in which harry returns home after being away and just wants to be close to his wife [ceo harry]

Align* - in which yn is bent over doing yoga and harry wants her to stay just like that [stepdad harry]

Wake Up Call* - in which harry comes home after a long flight to a wonky ac and a wife who’s fast asleep [nhl player harry]

Restless* - yn is needy after seeing harry come home after a match, but he needs his rest [boxer harry]

Grumpy* - in which harry comes home to yn in a bad mood and makes all of those nasty feelings go away [nhl player harry]

Just One More* - in which yn is ready for a baby and harry can’t get enough [nhl player harry]

Focus* - in which yn keeps eyeing harry’s arms and he puts them to good use [dad’s best friend harry]

Little Freak*- a sneaky YN decides to tease her secret boyfriend from across the room, and Harry doesn’t like his patience tested [dads bestfriend harry] Tastes So Sweet* - Harry and YN indulge after a day out together [bestfriend harry]

Partition* - in which yn is mad at harry and he lets her take her frustrations out on him [ceo harry]

Got Me Right Where You Want Me* - YN and Harry spend a day on the golf course together, but she won’t make it easy for him [ceo harry]

Kiss in the Kitchen like it’s a Dance Floor* - Harry comes home after a long day at work and wants nothing more than to spend an evening with his wife. She never fails to remind him of how they’re perfect for each other [ceo harry]

Simplicity* - Something as simple as Harry scrolling on his phone can send a pregnant Yn into a frenzy [ceo harry]

Can’t Get You Off My Mind* - with YN’s mother out of town for the weekend, and most likely Harry, YN has decided to get a little wild. what she doesn’t know is that she should check her sources before inviting people into her home [dads bestfriend harry]

Could We Live With Just A Taste* - Harry and YN decide to make some vegan weed brownies that she saw on tiktok and end up eating way more than the recommended amount. The both of them being heavily intoxicated leads to an unexpected end to the night [plug harry]

I Don’t Wanna Talk To You* - YN shows up to Harry’s house for an impromptu visit and what she finds literally flips her upside down [cheater harry]

I Just Want What’s Mine* - Harry and YN attend a pack party, and when she decides to tease him, he shows her why she shouldn’t [werewolf harry]

Walk Through Fire For You - after a draining week at work, Harry takes it upon himself to try and make YN feel better [roommate/bestfriend harry]

subspace*

Harry fingering YN in the mirror*

Thigh riding and finger sucking*

Quickie* Part 2* [DBF Harry]

One of Harry’s employees is rude to YN without knowing who she is [CEO Harry]

pregnant reader wants to ride ceo harry*

mafia harry goes on a tampon run*

first mother’s day without yn [widower harry]

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harry styles

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⇢ requests: open!

⇢ ✘ means smut!! (18+)

⇢ (r) means it was a request!

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➪ series:

addicted in the afterglow: [fratboy!harry] | status: paused

↳ summary: you and harry despise one another. but at your best friends’ birthday party, things get a heated after an inevitable argument. although you thought it was a one-time thing, you both continue to prove just how addicted you are.

➊ ✘ part 1 (r)

➋ ✘ part 2 (r)

➌ ✘ part 3

personal: [bestfriend!fratrry] status: ongoing

↳ summary: harry finds out you’re sexually inexperienced and offers to show you how to pleasure yourself. because of this, things get complicated and way too personal for you both.

➊ ✘ part 1

➋ ✘ part 2 (r)

➌ ✘ part 3 (r)

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➪ one-shots: (oldest to newest)

✘ where do broken hearts go? [famous!harry] *personal favorite*

↳ summary: she loved harry, but if you love them you have to let them go, right? wrong.

✘ dwindling away [famous!harry] (r)

↳ summary: harry’s been going to the studio every day since his break from tour, and you can’t help but assume it’s because of you.

✘ enigma [non-specific]

↳ summary: after dating for three months, harry finally reveals how he truly feels about your lack of vulnerability.

✘ don’t keep driving [famous!harry] (r) 1k+ notes!

↳ summary: while he’s performing, harry makes sure to leave you, his security, flustered and angry enough to come into his dressing room at the end of the night.

✘ stupid [fratboy!harry] 1k+ notes!

↳ summary: when your roommate harry sees that you handcuffed yourself to your bed, he can’t help but be a little turned on, especially when he notices that you are too.

✘ needy girl [daddy!dom!harry] (r) 1k+ notes!

↳ summary: harry left you in subspace this morning, leaving you very needy.

✘ baby honey 1k+ notes! | two [*secret*pornstar!harry] (r)

↳ summary: who knew it was so common for two people who work at the same bar to both be secret porn stars?

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➪ blurbs: (oldest to newest)

✘ the jealous kind [make-up sex] (r)

✘ five course meal [morning oral] (r)

✘ twenty miles over [policerry] (r)

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Blurbs Masterlist!

Thought I'd add the blurbs to the main masterlist! And if you'd like to check them out (or need something to do while you pass the time in the bathroom), I've added them to this post, so they're all yours! You'll find some for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans!

Thank you again to everyone requesting, this is so much fun!

Main Masterlist (With full series)

~ Me? Jealous?

Best friend Harry

~ Rough and Loving It*

You tell Harry to get his anger out with you

~ How Do You Like Me Now?

Harry tells you he loves you more

~ Who Knew Olive Gardens Were Sexy?*

Makeup sex

~ Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun*

Meeting famous Harry on a flight

~ Soul Surfer

Scary Harry gets a scare

~ Speak Now

Best friends to lovers

~ Wet Dreams*

Harry catches you fucking yourself

~ Dangerous Games

Famous Harry is a PR nightmare

~ Harry in Subspace*

~ Showing Harry Around Hungary

~ I Don't Need You (But I Want You)*

Harry is your ex...but what's one last time?

~ Jealousy All Through the Weeknd

You and Harry run into your ex, Abel

~ Agent Dumbass

You get shot, Harry gets pissed

~ Stitch Me Up

Harry gets shot, You get pissed

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Harry get frisky in public

~ Sunny with a Chance of Stalking | Pt. 2

You find yourself behind bars with the very man accused of stalking you

~ I Think I'm Losing It

Pregnancy announcement on tour

~ Mirror, Mirror

Feeling a bit insecure

~ Maybe Harry's Not So Bad

You think Harry as having an affair

~ Ring, Ring! Hello? It's Horny*

You're feeling needy and call Harry while he's in a meeting

~ Lights, Camera...Angela?

Harry's director hits on him

~ And The Winner Is...*

Harry Wins a Grammy

~ Paging Dr. McHarry

You're a nurse and Harry needs help (Grey's Anatomy Crossover)

~ Harry in Your Highlight Reel | Pt. 2

Instagram concept

~ Keep Me*

Harry in subspace

~ Cruel and Unusual Punishment*

Harry keeps you strapped to a toy during his show

~ Better Not Pout*

The one where Harry isn’t leaving until he gets what he really came for.

~ Destiny

You see Harry for the last time

~ A Mother's Touch*

You and Harry celebrate Mother's Day

~ Always*

Harry Styles x Spencer Reid crossover

~ It Had to Be You*

Your ex-stepdad has something to tell you

~ The Walls Have Ears

Your best friend's brother, Harry, overhears something he shouldn't

~ No Tears Left To Cry

You and Harry get into an argument and he makes you cry

~ The Prism*

You, Harry, and Dylan go to a sex club

~ The First Time*

Your first time with Harry

~ Baby's First Baby

Harry tries to accept life and death

~ The Boy with Angel Wings

You and Harry roam the streets of Japan

~ Code Red

Harry is prepared to help with your period

~ Forevermore

Final show concept

Blurbs about Dylan and his different characters! (Gosh he's so pretty)

Dylan:

~ Getting Caught is Much More Fun*

Dylan wants a word...alone

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Dylan get frisky in public

~ Pillowtalk

You're secretly hooking up with the nerd...turns out, he's not so bad

~ Bathroom Briefing*

Secret meetings in the bathroom can be quite a bit of fun

~ The Prism*

You, Dylan, and Harry go to a sex club

Thomas:

~ Thomas the Angry Train

Thomas doesn't like your idea for the mission

~ Thomas the Angry Train pt. 2

You disobeyed his one order...and now you have to face his wrath

Mitch:

~ Alone Time Is Better With You*

You catch Mitch touching himself

~ One of Those Days*

You're having a bad day, but Mitch is there to make it better

Stiles:

~ Injured and Angsty*

Stiles hurt his wrist, but you're there to take care of him

~ Chaos, Strife, Pain...and You*

Turns out, Void feeds on more than chaos

~ Scott's a Peeping Tom

Scott catches you and Stiles making out

~ Now Let Me Hear You Cheer

Stiles can't get enough of your new cheer uniform

~ Tell Me a Secret

Stiles is rather secretive about his time at Eichen House

Richie:

~ Secrets, Sex, and Scandals pt. 1* | Pt. 2

You and Riche are sneaking around

~ Staying Out of Trouble*

Richie just can't help himself when it comes to you

Blurbs about Chris and his characters! Because everybody loves Chris!

Chris:

~ I Need You

You and Chris get into a fight, but neither of you can sleep until you've made it right

~ Have My Baby

Chris wants a future with you

~ Harry Styles Has Got Nothing On You

Chris is a little insecure about your past relationship

~ Make Me Your Future

Turns out, Chris needs a reminder on why you're his favorite

Full Masterlist

Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics

[mustachrryluvr]

Reward

Word Count: 5.0k 

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, Daddy kink, slight degradation, praise 

a/n: this is my first one shot so.. plz let me know what you think! (also i like never post on here so if this is all formatted weird… i’m sorry! i’m learning!)

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“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you. Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features…

Or 

The one where Y/N is just absolutely horny for MSG Night 6 Harry…

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Harry had just finished the sixth night of his scheduled 15 night residency at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Y/N hadn’t tagged along to this show because, as much as she would prefer to be able to give her unwavering attention and time to him all the time, she had some work she needed to focus on finishing before the day ended. She had gotten behind on some things at work since she had been following Harry to all his shows, so she needed to take a day to force herself to get things done that she had been putting off. Being able to do her job remotely was a blessing and a curse.

Y/N loved being able to work while simultaneously being able to travel the world with Harry, but she definitely got caught up in all the fun and wouldn’t care much about her responsibilities. 

Harry had noticed that Y/N hadn’t been putting too much effort into getting her projects done for work, so he told her if she stayed home from the concert tonight to work (since there would be plenty more to attend), then he would reward her with a surprise after. NYC was one of Y/N’s favorite cities in the world. She had gotten to see a lot of places while traveling with Harry, but there had always been something about NYC that made her feel most herself.

The first time they ever visited the city together, Harry couldn’t get over the amount of happiness that radiated off of Y/N. He had never seen her more at peace, it was such a pure form of happiness, watching her walk around the city with a soft smile and big eyes. 

So, knowing she would be a good girl and spend her day finishing up her work, Harry had already planned out the reward he was going to surprise Y/N with. One of the first things they had done together in the city was visit the One World Observatory deck. Y/N had visited New York once before and that was her most favorite place she had visited, so she was absolutely appalled when she learned Harry had never been in it. 

“You’re kidding…right?”

“Why would I have a reason to lie to you about that?” Harry laughed. Simply gauging by the face Y/N was making, you would’ve thought Harry had just told her that he killed puppies in his spare time, not that he hadn’t been up on the One World Observatory deck. 

“Harry. I promise. You have NOT experienced New York until you see it from there.”

“I’ve been up in the Empire State Building, it can’t be that much different of an experience, Y/N.” 

“God, you have no idea! We are going. Today. No arguments about it,” she said with a stern look on her face, pointing at him (in all reality, she just looked like an angry kitten to Harry. Still adorable). 

She had been right. He hadn’t experienced New York in that light until they made it to the highest point of the tower and looked out onto the city below. The view was beautiful, but being able to experience it with Y/N made all the difference for him. 

The surprise he had planned for her was to go back to the observatory. They hadn’t gone back since that first trip, but he knew Y/N missed the feeling she got when she was above the city, and he missed the feeling he got when he saw her so happy. It was a special kind of happiness, and he dreamt of seeing her live that blissfully all the time. 

Since Harry just finished up with a show and it was getting late in the night, he planned to take Y/N for her surprise tomorrow morning. He didn’t have a show for the next few days, so he figured they could take some time retracing the first steps they had ever taken in New York together without any strict tour schedule to follow. 

However, when he returned to the hotel room, he quickly learned that Y/N expected her reward right then and there. 

“Y/N? Lovie?” 

As Harry made his way through the threshold of their hotel suite, he had expected to see Y/N curled up on the couch watching TV as she usually is at this time of night. Even if she was still working on her project, he still assumed she would be doing so in the living area as she had been when he left. 

With a confused look on his face, he made his way to their bedroom. Since she wasn’t in the living room, he thought, maybe she tired herself out and will be snuggled up in bed. The thought made him smile softly. The simple idea of coming home to her in a warm bed relaxed his whole being. He couldn’t wait to get in there and cuddle his girl to sleep. 

When he opened the door, he was confused again. This time his eyes shot up in surprise to find Y/N in the state she was… On the floor, naked, on her knees, hands in her lap, with a soft adoring look on her face. 

Softly, he sat his bag down on the floor, closed the door behind him, and walked over to where Y/N was, joining her on the floor in front of her. 

“What are you doing on the floor, bug?” Harry quietly asked, not wanting to startle her by being too loud. He brought his hand up and ever so gently touch her cheek which she immediately leaned into. 

“Just waiting for you, H,” she responded just as quietly as him, still looking up at him with what he could tell was all the love in her heart. Now that he was this close to her, he could tell her eyes looked a little far away. Y/N wasn’t fully in subspace, but she definitely wasn’t in her normal headspace.  

“Well,” he sighed, “I’m here now. Why don’t we get you off the floor now that I’m here? Then we can get all cozy in bed, how does that sound, love?” he said, still gently cradling her face, brushing his thumb along her cheek, trying to slowly bring her out of the floaty headspace she was in. 

Y/N wasn’t usually one to enter any form of subspace without being provoked by him, so he just wanted to make sure she was safe since she had gotten this way without him there. 

As he finished his sentence, Y/N’s face dropped into a pout. 

“No, bunny! I’ve been a good girl like you told me to be and got all my work done,” she said quickly, with a sense of urgency in her voice. “You said if I was good, I would get a reward, right?” She tightly and hurriedly grabbed onto the arm that he had brought up to her cheek, almost as if she was afraid he would break away from her and leave. 

She started to get up from her place on the floor in front of him, “I promise you I got everything done, I was such a good girl for you. Let me get my computer and I’ll sho-” 

“Lovie, lovie,” Harry said, cutting her off and grabbing her cheeks with both his hands to keep her still. “I trust you, I swear I do. I know you were a good girl.” 

“You do?” she asked with genuine concern. 

“Of course I do,” he said with a soft smile. “You’re always such a good girl for me, that's why I already had your reward all planned out before I even brought the idea up to you,” he said gently, hoping to calm her brain back down and keep it from going into panic mode. 

“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you,” she contently sighed. “Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features, a great contrast to the worry she was showing on her face just mere moments ago. 

Harry wasn’t stupid. He could tell that the type of reward she had been expecting wasn’t as innocent as the one he actually had planned. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her being unaware of what the real reward was and give her the reward she thinks he was about to give her. So he chose to be honest with her, and allow her to make the decisions about how the rest of their night would play out. 

“Can I be honest with you, bug?” 

“Always,” she responded, with a curious look in her eye. 

He loved how no matter what headspace she was in, she always gave him her most undivided attention. 

“The reward I have planned for you is actually something that we have to do tomorrow. It’s a surprise, but I planned for us to go somewhere. It isn’t something we can do tonight, though,” he tried to keep his explanation as simple as possible in hopes of not giving too much away about what they could possibly be doing tomorrow. 

Her whole being deflated following his words. 

“So, I can’t make you feel good tonight? Since that wasn’t what you planned?” 

“That isn’t something I had planned, but if that’s something you still want to do tonight, then we can,” he stated, trying to make it clear to her that she was in complete control of the situation. He removed his hands from her cheeks and sat them in her lap with hers. Her hands immediately moving to play with his fingers. 

She looked down at their conjoined hands as she spoke, “I think I would like that.” 

He moved one hand in order to gently grasp her face and tilt it up so he could see her eyes. “You think, or you know? I need you to be sure, Y/N. Whatever you want to do, we will.” 

She firmly nodded her head and smiled, “I know that I would like that. I’ve missed you today.”

He smiled back at her, “I’ve missed you too.” He paused. “Would it be okay if I made you feel good tonight, too, love?” He wanted her full consent before they moved forward, considering she had only expressed how she wanted to make him feel good. 

Y/N was very much a giver when it came to their sex life. She worshiped every inch of his body with absolutely no shame, she loved every piece of him so completely. Sometimes there were days when she wouldn’t want to be touched, but she would beg and beg to be able to touch him in any way. As long as Harry was satisfied, so was she. So, Harry just wanted to see what exactly she was feeling today. 

“That would definitely be okay, bun,” she responded confidently, but with a contrasting shy smile appearing on her face after the words had slipped out. 

He leaned forward and nipped at her bottom lip which made her giggle, and in turn, made him laugh and smile even harder. 

“Well, why don’t I get you off this uncomfortable floor since we have a perfectly good bed to take advantage of, hmm?” he said, already moving to stand and hooking his arms under hers to pick her up with him. 

He stood with his arms wrapped around her, and then carefully placed her on the edge of their bed. He stayed standing in front of her, hands placed on the bed next to her thighs as he looked at her with an excited look in his eyes. She peered back into him with equal excitement and curiosity for what was to come. 

He chucked, dropped his head forward, and shook it before gazing back at her face. “What got you all worked up tonight, my love? All floaty without me even being here?” He was genuinely curious about what had brought this on for her, he couldn’t imagine it was just completely random. 

A blush rushed up through Y/N’s cheeks as she moved her stare from his intense eyes down to her less interesting hands that were laid in her lap. “I just…I saw some photos and videos of the show tonight…” She shyly glanced back up at him. With a small nod of encouragement to continue talking to him, Y/N continued, “Your outfit looked really pretty. Made you look extra extra pretty tonight.” She had focused her eyes on his t-shirt covered chest that was before her, thinking back to how it looked with only that denim vest to give his body any form of coverage. 

Harry stood up from his leaned position over her, letting his hand rest on his hips. “You thought I looked pretty tonight, love?” he asked, testing to see if she would remember to use her words. He was slowly but surely allowing himself to enter his dominant headspace. Y/N didn’t seem to be in any rush, so he wanted to take his time and work his way up to complete dominance so he wouldn’t make her feel small or inferior. After all, no matter how dominant he portrayed himself to be, Y/N knew that she was the one with complete control of any situation they found themselves in. 

To his surprise, she accompanied her excited nod and spoke up, “Always, H. You always are pretty…but that outfit tonight just enhanced you in a way I’d never seen before.” 

With a smirk on his face and his eyebrows slightly raised, he couldn’t help but feel proud of how his girl didn’t hesitate to use her words and told him what she was thinking. It had taken some time to get there, Y/N used to be very shy when it came to their intimate moments (and sometimes still is), but they had worked really hard to try and overcome that in order to have complete openness and to feel safe with one another. 

“Thank you for using your words to tell me that, angel. I’m proud of you,” he praised, wanting her to know that her speaking up didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Now, can you tell me what it was about the outfit that made me so pretty?” 

Y/A paused before answering, taking a look up and down Harry’s body. “Can I show you instead?” she asked, reaching her hounds out to lightly grasp the bottom of his t-shirt. 

Taking her hint, Harry removed his shirt and threw it on the floor next to him before responding, “You can do whatever you would like to do, love.” 

Since he was still standing tall in front of her as she sat on the bed, Y/N’s face was even with the butterfly tattoo that adorned his torso above his belly button. Leaning forward she placed a soft, gentle kiss on his skin, watching as the goosebumps scattered across his skin. Keeping her face near his body, she tilted her head slightly to look up at him. “That vest put all the attention right…here,” she said as she traced one of her fingers from his collar bone down to where she had placed a kiss right above his belly button. “It just all reminded me how much I adore you, just want to make you happy,” she said in a sultry tone looking back up into his eyes before she lowered her head to place a kiss below his belly button. 

Harry’s mouth parted at her words and her actions, slowing his breathing as his heart rate picked up. He brings a hand up to the back of Y/N’s head and keeps her close to the skin of his torso. 

“You always make me happy.” 

“Maybe so, but let me make you happier… let me make you feel good, Daddy,” she said with a slight smirk and a look in her eye, telling him that she was fully immersed in the situation and was ready to pick up the pace. 

Harry closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath before looking back at her, “And how would you like to do that, baby, hmm? Got anything specific ideas floating around in this head of yours?” he asked as he bent down to place a kiss on the top of her forehead and placed his hand cradled under her jaw. 

Instead of responding right away, Y/N reached her hands up to the waistband of Harry’s sweatpants in a silent plea to take them off. He nodded, “Go ahead, love, do whatever you would like to me.” 

With that, she swiftly removed Harry’s sweats and underwear and discarded them with his shirt. 

Harry grabbed his shaft and gave himself a few pumps to ensure he was rock solid. 

“Where would you like me, love? I know you’re dying for a taste,” he said, looking down at her. Her gaze was locked on his cock, it was taking everything in her to keep herself from pouncing on him. With a brief glance at his face, she asked, “Would you be okay lying on the bed? Keep us both comfy, spent too much time on the floor already.” She giggled as she finished speaking, just now noticing that her knees were actually really red from the time she had spent on the floor waiting for Harry. “Of course that's okay,” Harry said, moving to climb onto the bed. 

Harry sat up with the headboard as Y/N crawled her way to sit in between his legs. Without even thinking, she bent over to press a soft kiss to the shaft of Harry’s cock. 

“Eh eh eh, did you ask if you could touch?” Harry asked, with an eyebrow raised as he pulled Y/N back from his body. 

She pouted and shook her head, “No, I’m sorry. I-I just got excited.” She paused, “Can I please touch you now, Daddy?” 

“That’s my precious, good girl,” he responded, “It’s okay to be excited, go ahead.” He leaned back on the pillows he propped up against the headboard behind him and waited to see what she had in store for him today. Some days Y/N is soft and slow with him, but other days she goes right in for it. So, Harry was always excited to see what path she chose as he was going to be very happy with either option. 

As Y/N gently wrapped her hand around him, he thought she was taking the soft and slow route and relaxed his body into the bed and closed his eyes, waiting to enjoy his time with his girl softly sucking on him. But when Y/N licked a long, wet stripe up the side of his cock, roughly spitting on the tip, and then taking him in her wet mouth, he knew soft and slow was out of the equation. 

The sudden feeling cause Harry to let out a guttural moan, “F-fuuuuck, Y/N.” He panted, screwing his eyes shut as she hummed around him, adding to the pleasure coursing through him. 

He opened his eyes the little he could and about came the second he saw Y/N’s face. She had her eyes closed, bobbing her head up and down his cock, continuously swirling her tongue around the tip. She was absolutely devouring him. Hungry for him as if this would be her last meal ever. 

Focusing on his breathing in order to keep himself from coming too quickly, Harry moved one of his hands to pull Y/N’s hair from her face so he could have a better view of how good his girl was being to him. 

“So so good for me, angel. Al-always so good,” he panted out. “Gonna come so hard down that tiny little throat of yours.” Y/N moaned around him at his words. “Hmmmmm,” he hummed out. “You like that, huh? You’re just a little cockslut for Daddy, fuck.. that’s all you ar- shit sh-shit SHIT!” he stammered out as Y/N reached up to play with his balls. 

She lifted her head up from his cock, making eye contact with him while spit stringed from her mouth. She was panting, catching her breath as she continued to play with his balls in her hand. Harry looked back at her with his jaw slacked and eyes heavy. She giggled at the state he was in as she moved her hand back from his balls to his shaft, as her other hand softly stoked up his leg trying to ground him a little. “Tastes so good, Daddy. I love you like this so much,” she hummed. 

“I love how easily you get me like this love,” he responded while throwing his head back as she continued to stroke up and down his cock with her hand. 

Once she felt like she had caught her breath enough, she ducked down and brought her lips to suction around his balls. 

“FUUUCK!” Harry screams out in a moan. She popped her mouth off of him, noticing that he was on the edge of an orgasm and desperately wanted to make sure he did so in her mouth.

“Please Daddy, give me all of it. I want your come dripping down my throat so bad,” she whined before she replaced her hand that was gliding up and down his cock with her mouth. She pushed her head as far down as she could, feeling her nose brush against the sparse hairs at the base of his cock. 

“Just like that,” Harry rushed out, lightly adding some pressure to the back of her head to feel her throat contract around him just a bit more. “God, Y/N. You’re so good for Daddy…sh-shit fuck I’m coming bab-Fuck!” he yelled and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm rush over him. 

Y/N hummed in satisfaction around his cock as she felt his come shoot in ribbons down her throat. Greedily, she kept sucking, trying to milk every last drop out of Harry. 

“Babe, baby, fuck,” Harry lazily spoke, trying to get Y/N’s attention as he was becoming too sensitive for her to keep sucking on him. As he lifted her head off of him, she whined in protest and pouted towards him. “Too much, baby. I love the way you love on me, but just a bit sensitive right now,” Harry said as he tried to catch his breath, feeling a wave of calmness crash over his whole body. 

As much as Y/N wished to keep sucking on Harry, she never wanted to hurt him. She would keep his cock safe in her mouth all day if he would let her. 

As Harry continued to catch his breath, Y/N leaned up and planted a gentle kiss to his parted lips. Still panting, Harry suddenly slid down to be lying completely flat on the bed and grasped Y/N’s hips to bring her center directly above his head. 

A squeal and a giggle emerged from her by the sudden movements, but quickly settled in her place above him gripping on to the headboard in front of her. 

Harry let out a deep groan at the sight of her center in front of him. “This fucking pussy is all mine, right?” he asked, using one hand to hold onto her hip and the other to give a harsh slap to her ass. She jerked forward at the feeling, mumbling a “shit” below he breath. 

“Yes, Daddy. All yours. Always yours.” 

She looked down at him below her and saw the fire burning in his eyes before he responded, “Forever my pussy to use.” 

And with that, he immediately began devouring her. 

Y/N was so wet from getting herself so worked up while waiting for and sucking off Harry, so he was already drowning and moaning at the feeling. 

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Soaking me already, so goood to me,” he said, his voice slurred as if he was drunk on her. He softly nipped at her outer labia and gave her ass another hit, eliciting a scream to erupt from her. 

“O-oh God, Daddy, please please keep going.” 

Y/N was holding on to the headboard with so much strength that her nails were digging divots into the wood. Harry never was one to hold back when it came to eating her out, and today was definitely no different. If anything, he was going at her like a man starved for 30 years. 

She began rocking her hips against his face as he continued swirling his tongue around her clit. He would dip down and place his tonuge at her entrance which would cause his nose to poke against her clit, creating a wave of immense pleasure continuously flow through her. 

“Yeah… tha-thats so so good…good Dadd-OH,” she breathlessly spoke until she was cut off by his fingers slipping up to enter her. His two fingers penetrated into her roughly, not giving her anytime to adjust. She was so turned on though, that she could barely feel a stretch, just a wave of more pleasure. 

Harry could tell she wasn’t going to last much longer by the way she was completely soaking his face, so he wasn’t shocked that after just a few hits of his fingers against her g-spot she was coming undone on top of him. 

Y/N’s orgasm washed over her so suddenly that she didn’t even have time to get a scream out. Her mouth was open in a silent scream with her eyes closed, as her body convulsed above Harry’s mouth that was delicately working her through her intense orgasm. 

She finally was able to take a deep breath, and basically collapsed off Harry’s face onto the bed beside him. With her body still shaking and her eyes still closed, Harry quickly moved her into a comfortable position onto the bed and cradled her to his chest, rubbing his hands against any skin he could touch in order to ground her a bit. 

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe for me, okay? You did so good for me,” he continued to whisper reassurances in her ear, hoping that would start to clear her mind some of the fogginess that was left from her orgasm. As her breathing began to settle, she snuggled herself closer to Harry’s chest. “There ya go, lovie. Just relax.” 

After a few minutes, Y/N finally looked up at Harry with sleepy eyes and a small smile. He smiled back and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“Hi again, bug. How are you feeling?” he asked her, still continuing to rub his hands up and down her body. 

“Hi, H. Tired,” was all she was able to mumble out before closing her eyes again. 

Harry smiled and chuckled, knowing she would be completely useless for the rest of the night as that orgasm took everything out of her. 

He glanced at the clock, seeing as it was nearing 2am since he hadn’t even gotten back to the hotel before midnight. Looks like he wasn’t getting his 10 hours of sleep tonight. Y/N always called him an old man for going to bed early to ensure he gets a good nights rest, but she also admires how much he tries to care for himself and his body while touring. 

With that, Harry got up to retrieve a wash cloth to clean Y/N up before getting back into bed to cuddle her to sleep. 

Before he could doze off, Harry heard his phone go off from his bag that he had dropped by the bedroom door when he arrived. He wasn’t sure who would be messaging him this last at night, but decided to check just in case it was an emergency. 

Once he grabbed his phone from his back and sat back on the bed to see what the message was, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he read it. 

Harry Lambert: Sorry. I know its late, but I’m working on some new ideas for the added shows… any ideas you want me to incorporate? Xx 

And Harry had the perfect response… 

Harry Styles: Definitely more vests. Thanks Lamb xx H

— — — 

“Harry, take this fucking blindfold off of me or I will casterate you.” 

“That is an empty threat and you know it,” Harry responded before he whispered for only her to hear, “You’re too much of a cockslut.” 

To which Y/N promptly hit Harry’s chest in response while saying through her teeth, “Shut up.” 

“Okay, okay, you can take off the blindfold now.” 

Y/N ripped off her blindfold ready to scold Harry for making her wear it, but before she could, she saw the view infront of her. 

Absolutely shocked by the sight of New York, without looking at Harry she said, “Wh-why are we here?” 

“Told you I had a reward planned for you, bug.” 

She moved to look at Harry, with a shine in her eyes as if she was about to cry. “You make me so happy, bunny.” She smiled at him as he pulled her infornt of him and looked out onto the city together. 

— — — — — 

AHHHHHH omg this was the first blurb/smut/one shot (whatever you want to call it) i’ve EVER written but I had so much fun doing it. 

I saw Harry’s outfit at the MSG N6 show and just…. couldn’t help myself.  

Anyway! Enjoy! 

also that photo of NYC is mine from when i went to the One World Trade Observatory deck 🤭🤭

[overallrry]

harry styles fic rec master list

✩ a list of all kinds of harry styles fics ✩

harry styles au's:

older/age gap best friends dad

werewolf vampire

brothers best friend ceo

demon dads best friend

best friends brother tattoo artist

mafia/gang sugar daddy

professor nerd

prince/royal frat boy/college

roommate neighbor

pornstar supernatural

bodyguard famous

best friends boxer

golfer

smut:

safe words camboy

subspace daddy kink

mommy kink

tropes/plots:

cheating angst pt. 1

angst pt. 2 series

enemies to lovers soulmates

reader au's:

plus size

inexperienced/virgin

[daaydreamy]

Big blurb 🥴

warmth

summary: harry’s in subspace, y/n coaxes him out of it.

warnings: talk of subspace

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

Harry was quiet when he was in subspace.

So when Harry first fell face first into that headspace, both of them were confused and a little shocked. Y/N had researched about it, of course, in case he ever did fall into subspace from rough scenes and whatnot, but it was still a little surprising when he did actually get into subspace. He hadn’t been very vocal, and it took a little time, but eventually they got it. He even dropped once because his week was so bad and he was so stressed, all he wanted to do was to fall into her arms and let the tears fall.

Usually after long and rough scenes, Y/N would usually give Harry some water or tea to rehydrate himself (or soothe his throat, whenever… you know) and a small snack, whether it would be fruits they would share in bed or a granola bar. Then afterwards, since Harry tended to be more clingy and handsy, they would just lie in bed until they eventually dozed off and slept peacefully. They would chat a little so Harry was more clear-minded and joke around a bit, usually while he was nuzzled into her body and her fingers were running through his hair soothingly.

“I really needed that.” Harry murmured quietly, head lying on Y/N’s chest while she twirled strands of his hair around her fingers. “Thank you.”

She snorted, “You’re really still thanking me, after all this time? You don’t have to, you know.”

“I know…” He flushed a little, “But still. I love you.”

“I love you too. You’re welcome for the anal beads, I guess.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry grew even brighter red and hid his face in her chest, making her laugh loudly.

Y/N’s presence was so bright and warm, Harry was sure it was all he needed.

🏷: @crow-i-guess, @planetflos, @harrycanyonmoonn, @bxtchboy69, @sweet-as-lilacs, @lyricalniall, @venusincleo (couldn’t tag you!), @bxbun111, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @emispleased, @goldenhrry, @cinnamongirlrry, @manifestrry, @sadqn1, @sad1esgf, @taylorsreputationsversion, @violetsandfluff, @purplefishingline, @a-strange-familiar, @moonlightbea-33 (couldn’t tag you!), @famedrs-blog, @coochiesteak, @blahblahblah-888 (couldn’t tag you!), @milesisntdonewritingyet, @harrysgoth, @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite (couldn’t tag you!), @cinnamonlola, @youcan-nolonger-run, @velvetrylie

[subharryficfest]

A big thank you to everyone who either submitted prompts or wrote for the fest! Below, you’ll find every fic written for it. Make sure to leave kudos and comments to the talented authors who made this possible. Stay tuned for the next round!

⛓️ catch a wave and take in the sweetness (2k M) by docklands @hershelsue Harry has a hard time asking for things he needs sometimes. Gently, Louis pushes him to do it. ⛓️ When Love Is Enough (5k E) by Kikiberoski16 @larrysballetslippers Harry gets an unpleasant surprise visit in the middle of a scene. ⛓️ can't a (kitty) just do the best (he) can? (4k E) by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry @bottomhaztoplou Harry is a good kitten. Promise. ⛓️ wanna wake up with you and say baby let's do it all over again (16k M) by alwaysxlarrie @alwaysxlarrie “Of course.” Harry rolled his eyes. “So, what’s the thing?” “Your service,” Niall flailed his hands in the air for a few seconds, “thing.” “My service,” Harry paused to mimic Niall’s hand movements, “thing?” “Yes.” ⛓️ how to be a good sub when you're super horny 101 (7k E) by docklands @hershelsue Harry loves serving Louis, he always did. It's something he does with pleasure and ease. What's not so easy, however, is putting his sexual urges second. He goes a little mad by ricocheting in between the lanes until, one day, his urges overflow.

⛓️ Begging You, Please (Keep Your Hands on Me) (15k E) by abaddxns @momrryrights After a successful first shot at incorporating BDSM into their relationship, Harry and Louis make plans to spend their first summer together indulging in as much playtime as possible. If there are some learning curves and speedbumps along the way, well—isn’t that just the way life goes?

⛓️ Printed Against The Sky (4k M) by Kikiberoski16 @larrysballetslippers After some intense weeks of promo, Harry really wants his daddy. Louis happily fulfils his needs, but it wasn't the best day to do so. ⛓️ Spinning Out, Waiting for You to Pull Me In (3k NR) by Emilee_1421 @emilee1421 Harry wants to get into subspace and Louis is there to help him along. ⛓️ Wanna play you like a game, boy (what's the thrill of the same toy?) (10k E) by thebreadvan @thebreadvansstuff Louis is Harry's boss, and Harry has a humiliation kink. ⛓️ You can try, and win my heart (7k NR) by styleslune @styleslune "Answer me, pretty. Do you want me to control you? To tell you how and when you can come?" Harry moaned, the grip on his hair, the constant stimulation on his prostate, Louis voice in his ear. It was too much. "Please, yes please." Harry answered. Louis made Harry come, untouched, while whispering good boy in Harry's ear.  ⛓️ when i said forever (20k E) by finelinegynandromorph @finelinegynandromorph Harry is struggling to find meaning in the rainy countryside. Louis is a steady constant as Harry wades through the mire of past trauma.

⛓️ Treat You Like A Gentleman (12k E) by justanothershadeofblue (zjofierose) @justanothershadeofblue  5 times that Harry Styles was unsatisfied by his dates, and one time Louis Tomlinson helped him find what he had been missing.

[ao3feed-larry]

Welcome Home

by yourgorgeouscolors

"Next time I see you, I will fucking rim you for hours. Until you're begging me for more."

Or, Harry made Louis a promise one night during a phone call and now Harry is keeping that promise...sorta

Words: 8339, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of i'll always be here for you

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Phone Sex, Rimming, Riding, Anal Fingering, Kissing, there's so much smut in this oml, Top Harry Styles/Bottom Louis Tomlinson, implied Bottom Harry Styles, implied Top Louis Tomlinson, because they share that really, oh I forgot, Daddy Kink, Aftercare, Light Dom/sub, Subspace? Sorta?, idrk, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, if you're my cousin do not read, thank you, they call each other so many pet names oml, oh and, Spanking, Again, if you're my cousin please ignore this

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