#harry villiers smut

[fandomvariousness]

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Prompts 35 & 40 - You’re sexy when you’re angry/Good girl

Pairing: Harry Villiers x reader

Warnings: swearing, nsfw content

Request: “Can you do a Harry Villars imagine with prompts 35 and 40 😁 (can't believe I am asking such) xx but your stories are perfection!”

Word count: 860

You zapped the channels, yet nothing could capture your attention.

Harry was late home for almost two hours now, and you were pissed off. He’s constantly hanging out with that club of his, so for once you wanted to spend a nice evening with him.

You sighed as you turned off the TV and tossed the remote control aside, rising from the sofa and making a beeline for the bathroom, ready to do your skincare routine and go to sleep.

As you were rubbing in your serum, you finally heard the door unlocking, meaning Harry’s back. Anger flickered inside of you as you decided to ignore him until he comes to you himself.

You heard steps as you were pressing your palms to your cheeks so that serum would absorb better when you saw his ragged reflection in the mirror. You could tell he had a bit to drink, his eyes had these sparks in them.

“Going already?” he asked cheekily, what infuriated you even more.

You set your palms to rest on either side of the sink. “Where the fuck were you?”

“Lost track of time.” he answered with the corners of his lips slightly upturned as he was leaning against the doorway, perfectly aware that you’ll see through his lies.

“You, fucking tosser,” you whispered venomously, still eyeing his reflection in the mirror.

He loved infuriating you. He loves any passionate emotion, no matter the consequences it brings. Perhaps he does this on purpose, coming home late and ignoring you texts and calls, so that anger would rise in you which only he can extinguish.

He stepped closer to you as he slid his fingers under your white camisole, hanging over your hips. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

You forcefully slapped his hands away and attempted to escape the cage he trapped you in, but he pressed himself to your back even more, blocking any escape route you may seek.

You felt his plump lips kiss just below your ear, your sweet spot, as he trailed them down to the crook of your neck, all the while trailing his slender fingers up to your ribs. “Want you so bad.” he whispered.

You imagined smashing his head to the counter, but the problem was you wanted him just as bad.

“I hate you,” you whimpered as you closed your eyes and hung your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Love you too, sweets.”

You gasped quietly as he snaked his hand even further up your chest, trapping your nipple between his fore and middle fingers, just how you liked it, as the other teased the hem of your fluffy shorts, threatening to sneak under them.

“Harry,” you mewled, placing your palm on his and trying to force it down your panties.

“Be patient.” he whispered as he sucked on your jugular, marking you.

You ran one of your hands through his hair, while leaning to the counter with the other, so desperate for balance. He groaned into your neck, making your lower stomach inflame with passion even more.

Finally, you felt his fingertips tease your folds, circling around your clit. “So wet for me already.”

“Yes,” you mewled as you placed your palm on his, increasing the pressure of his fingers.

“Greedy, too.”

You were going crazy with the pace his fingers maintained, all the while feeling the tent in his pants against your backside. He figured you were closed because you were moaning loud and non-stop, thus he suddenly withdrew his fingers from your center.

Your eyes shot open in a newfound rage as you were ready to scream from frustration, but then you heard his belt being unbuckled and knew better things were coming.

He rammed into you without any warning, coaxing out a choked gasp out of you, steam setting on the mirror in front of you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nudging it with his nose as you couldn’t tear away your eyes from the reflection in the mirror.

So dirty, so animalistic. Yet so deep and passionate.

His pace fastened as he yanked one of your bent legs on the counter, the border ramming painfully into the milky flesh of your thigh, yet that deepened the pleasure even more, allowing him to plunge even further into you, hitting all the right spots.

You groaned loudly when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it back curtly.

“I –I’m close,” you gasped as he ceaselessly pounded you, your breasts jiggling as he held one of them in his hand. “I’m coming!”

Your whole body shook as you gushed all over his dick, feeling his own release inside of you just moments after. Your bent leg dropped down, but if not his hands on your hips, you would’ve dissolved to the ground like jelly.

You gazed at each other through the reflection in front of you, the love act forever indented in the mirror, your breathing setting the mist all over it, clouding the sight.

“Good girl.” he cooed before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek, as if he hadn’t just pounded you on the bathroom sink.

[ijustwant2write]

Reversed Roles-Harry Villiers x Reader

(GIF credit to @fandomvariousness)

Masterlist

Requested by anonymous

Summary: ‘Hello :) can I request a one shot where Reader is like the female version of Harry Villiers (she uses boys for her own pleasure) and Harry is a bit shocked when she gets dress immediately after going at it? Like, usually he is the one doing so, and now he is intrigued so he starts “chasing” her and the other boys make fun of him for that. You can end it as you prefer :) Love you!’

Characters: Harry Villiers x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name            (Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Light smut, one night stand (?), using people for sex, swearing

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Harry Villiers knew he was taking someone home tonight. He always did, even when he wasn’t planning to. He and his mates were seated at the local pub, filled with many other university students. It was the end of the week, everyone was tired from the lectures and the work they had been doing, but no one would pass up an opportunity to get shitfaced. As Harry sipped on his beer, his eyes drifted around the room, finally stopping when he saw the size of an arse on this girl at the bar. He was staring without shame, smirking to himself when she turned around, a large glass of wine in her hand; she was fucking stunning, and that’s when he knew who he was going after tonight.

“Villiers, you can’t be serious.” Dimitri chuckled, grabbing his attention back to the table.

“What?”

“You know who that is, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Oh my days, he doesn’t know who she is!” Toby giggled with Ed.

“That’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N), she’s the best shag in Oxford.” Guy said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well then, I best get a move on. The night is still young.” Harry smirked, though it disappeared when his friends laughed at him.

“You’re going to be in for a shock mate. She’s not like the others you’ve had.” 

“How? She’s just a girl that’s good at sex, isn’t she?”

“Whatever you say Villiers.” Toby kept on laughing.

“Fuck off, all of you.”

Harry calmed himself before approaching this (Y/N), not caring for what his friends had to say. They were implying something, what it was, he didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. He was Harry Villiers, he could get this girl in and out of his room before bringing another one in. He was slightly surprised when she held eye contact with him as he walked over, a smug smile on her lips. She was leaning back against the bar, casually drinking. 

“Finally, thought you were never going to stop staring at me.” she confidently said.

“I think I still am. Harry Villiers.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Beautiful name to go with an even more beautiful face.”

She scoffed.“Did you steal that pickup line from your grandfather?”

He hesitantly chuckled, not used to girls being so confident around him.“Well, you’re awfully confident, aren’t you?”

“Most girls you go after are just mops aren’t they? Melting right at your feet before you even open your mouth.”

“Your words, not mine.”

“Am I different then? Am I a challenge?”

“Is it a challenge if I’m winning?”

“You might want to do a recount of your points before announcing you’re the champion.” (Y/N) relished in his stunned silence, taking an opportunity to take a chug of her wine, almost finishing it.“Look, we both know why we’re having this conversation. Let’s skip all this and go back to your dorm.”

“W-what?”

“Do I have to spell it out to you?”

“Well, I’m not objecting.”

The lads were not wrong.

Harry was never one to compliment women (unless it was to get him into this situation), but (Y/N) was definitely the best fuck he had ever had, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she said the same about him. He normally never stayed with a girl for long, didn’t go many rounds either; (Y/N) was an entirely different story. He had lost count of how long it had been since the night before, but he was well and truly done, heavily breathing as he closed his eyes. (Y/N) stirred next to him, slowly getting out of bed. Harry assumed she was headed to the en suite before she would return, but was surprised when he saw her grabbing her clothes.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked as he sat up on his elbows.

“Getting dressed.” she clasped up her bra, Harry almost moaning at the sight.

“Why?”

“Because I’m leaving.”

“...why?”

She was now fully dressed below her waist, walking back over to him. Perching a knee on the bed, she leaned over him, giving the young man a good view of her cleavage. 

“Well, we’ve had sex, quite good sex actually, and I no longer need to be here.” she pecked his lips before putting her top on.“Lovely to meet you Villiers.”

Harry was stunned to silence as she walked out, acting as if nothing happened. What the fuck had just happened? And what had she called their sex? Quite good?

QUITE GOOD?!

It had bothered him for days since. How had this girl got control over him? All he could think about was (Y/N) and how frustrating it was that she couldn’t give a shit about him. He hadn’t crossed paths with her since, and he knew it was a big university, but surely they would have spotted each other by now? 

As he and the club were on their way to the weekly meeting, he was ranting to them about the girl, getting angry over the matter. None of his friends had ever seen him worked up over a girl; some found it odd, he sounded like a mad man whilst others were almost pissing themselves laughing. Harry seemed to be like a cray ex-boyfriend still obsessed with his ex.

“Oh mate, you will never guess who’s here.” Guy slapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, grabbing his face and directing him to where (Y/N) stood.

“What the fuck.” Harry exclaimed as he saw her talking to another man.

“It’s not like she’s your girlfriend, you seriously need to get over her.”

“Fuck off bellend.”

Without hesitation, he leaped from his chair, stomping towards her when he realised she was leaving with the stranger. He picked up the pace, almost running after them as he shouted her name in the street. She and the stranger turned around, thinking it was a drunk friend calling them. (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed when she saw Harry, wondering why he looked so angry.

“Harry?” 

“What do you think you’re doing?” he finally stood in front of her, ignoring the guy beside her.

She chuckled.“Uh, are you really asking me that?”

The stranger decided to interrupt.“Mate, we’re sort of busy right now-”

“Fuck off.” Harry bluntly said.

“James, why don’t you go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.”

“It’s..it’s Jake.”

“That’s what I meant.”

(Y/N) sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.“Harry, what’s this about?”

“You left me after we fucked. That’s never happened before.”

“OK?”

“You said the sex was ‘quite good’. Our sex was amazing!”

“If you think so.”

“And for some reason I cannot stop thinking about you and it’s pissing me off to no end.”

“Aw, Harry, you’re secretly a romantic. Please don’t tell me you’re about to proclaim your love for me.”

“Why didn’t you think our sex was as good as I did?”

“Wow, you’re really fucked off about this. That wasn’t your best performance was it?”

He said nothing, eyes wide like a maniac.

“Oh, maybe it was.” she thought for a moment, smirking before speaking.“Tell you what, why don’t you prove me wrong?”

“Prove you wrong?”

“Yeah. Tale me back to yours again and actually show me a good time.”

“You’re such a bitch. What about your friend?”

“Who gives a fuck, I didn’t even know his name. Though if you don’t live up to my expectations, I can always go to him for a good time.”

“Darling, you won’t even be able to walk a foot out of my room once I’m done with you.”

[imagineaworlds]

Other Fandom Characters

{Last Updated: 6.6.2018}

This is a list of characters that I sort of just pick and choose from different fandoms. They’re listed here because there weren’t enough characters from their fandom to create a list. MORE TO COME!

Josh Lucas (Clueless, Smut allowed)

Nadine Franklin (Edge of Seventeen)

Krista (Edge of Seventeen)

Darian Franklin (Edge of Seventeen, Smut allowed)

Bianca Piper (The DUFF)

Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Eric Northman (True Blood, Smut allowed)

Godric (True Blood)

Greg Gaines (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl)

Earl (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl)

Charlie (The Perks of Being a Wallflower, GIF Imagines only)

Sam (The Perks of Being a Wallflower, GIF Imagines only)

Baby (Baby Driver)

Darling (Baby Driver, Smut allowed)

Duncan (The Way, Way Back, GIF Imagines only)

Quentin Jacobsen (Paper Towns)

Samantha Kingston (Before I Fall)

Samantha Borgens (Stuck in Love)

Rusty Borgens (Stuck in Love)

Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby, Smut allowed)

Miles (The Riot Club)

Alistair Ryle (The Riot Club)

Harry Villiers (The Riot Club)

Dimitri (The Riot Club)

James (End of the Fucking World)

Alyssa (End of the Fucking World)

Kevin (This is Us)

Peter Pevensie (Narnia, Smut allowed)

Edmond Pevensie (Narnia)

Caspian X (Narnia, Smut allowed)

Edmond (How I Live Now, Smut allowed)

Daisy How I Live Now)

Dolores Abernathy (Westworld)

Logan (Westworld)

Young William (Westworld)

Will Graham (Hannibal)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Christian Grey (Fifty Shades of Grey Series, Smut allowed)

Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

Abby Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

Eric Bemis (Santa Clarita Diet)

Alexa Mendoza (Alexa & Katie)

Katie Cooper (Alexa & Katie)

Dylan (Alexa & Katie)

Lucas Mendoza (Alexa & Katie)

Will Grimm (Brothers Grimm, Smut allowed)

Jacob Grimm (Brothers Grimm, Smut allowed)

Klaus Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Violet Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events GIF Imagines only)

Dr. David Daniels (The Book of Henry)

30 yr/old Jenna Rink (13 Going on 30)

30 yr/old Matt Flamhaff (13 Going on 30)

Jake Chambers (Dark Tower)

Roland Deschain (Dark Tower, Smut allowed)

Walter Padick (Dark Tower, Smut allowed)

Malcom (The Boy)

[bubble-tea-bunny]

Pls do a part two to the Harry Villiers in he library!!! Ahhh I just read it and I'm dying... You're so talented

haha awh thanks. you’re such a dear ☺️ i actually did write another harry villiers smut a while ago, entitled purple haze , which in a way i would consider another part to the kinks list story, even though it’s not explicitly stated. i do have more in store for the riot club boys tho, not just harry(; 

[fandomvariousness]

Welcome to the jungle

Harry Villiers

Party, seduction, slight smut

Fandom: The Riot Club

Request:  "What about a riot club imagine where the boys have an after party and the reader is a good friend of them and she is slightly (or very) drunk, dancing on the table (etcetera etcetera) and ends up giving Harry a lap dance only to be encouraged further by the cheering boys? Hahah and could you "fit you could be mine" or "welcome to the jungle" by guns n roses? There just isn't enough Harry or Riot club imagines, and I simply love the ones you write! Keep up the good work darling!!"

Word count: 525

Song: x

gif is not mine.

Welcome to the jungle/ We’ve got fun ‘n’ games

Music was playing loudly in the background and you couldn’t help but grin at the coincidence, because the place you are right now really reminds a jungle with all its wildness and life. It’s an after party of Harry’s birthday and you, being a good friend of all the Riot Club guys, were invited.

We got everything you want/ Honey, we know the names

Well, there really was everything you wanted right now – alcohol, loud music, company and rave. These guys are the people that know things about other. You couldn’t dispel the whole shadiness behind that Club, but you were sure that they have a little more access to everything that other people.

Whatever you may need/ If you got the money, honey,/ We got your disease

And of course, money. Money, the evil of all mankind, was the force that kept this Club going. And women – women kept them going too.

You let everything go and allowed the rhymes to sink right into your bones, you let it consume you. You weren’t sober, obviously, so you’ve started moving your hips along the wild rhythm with your eyes closed.

In the jungle/ Welcome to the jungle/ Watch it bring it you to your/ Knees, knees/ I wanna watch you bleed

This jungle right here brought out your untamed side, awakening your deepest, secret desires. You opened your eyes and saw the moment Harry slumped onto the chair, guys throwing it into the air, counting his age, as if it was his birthday again.

Slow grin stretched on your face as you strutted towards the jubilant. They put him down at the same moment you reached him, so there wasn’t time for him to stand up from that chair – how convenient for you, because you wanted to give him… a dance. A lap dance.

Your dark eyes settled upon his face, which already had a smoky, inviting look on it. Other guys started cheering you, clapping and whistling while they raved around.

You turned around in one graceful motion and slowly shifted your weight onto one leg, defining the roundness of your bum, which was already quite defined with the heels you wore.

You wriggled around him, walked around the chair seductively and planned on teasing him some more, but Harry was a man of need and desire, so he took what he wanted. He gripped your waist and jerked you towards his lap, making you sit astride him.

In the jungle/ Welcome to the jungle/ Feel my, my, my serpentine/ I, I wanna hear you scream

A gasp escaped your breath when his palms gripped both sides of your bum, pressing you to his center even more, as if reflecting the lyrics of a song that still played in the background.

“I wanna hear you scream.” He whispered in your ear, lightly biting on your earlobe afterwards.

“Then what are you waiting for, big boy?” You whispered right back to him even more seductively, making him stand up with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He strode for the lounge where he fulfilled his wish. 

[fandomvariousness]

Prompts 5 & 18 - Harry Villiers “You mean absolutely everything to me.” “You don’t know you the way I do.”

Request: "Could you do a Harry smut and after fluff?❤️ Where you fall asleep in his arms or something? with promt 5 and 18, thank you☺️"

Word count: 585

gifs are not mine.

You softly landed on the bed with your back, Harry climbing on you second after. You haven’t seen each other in over 2 months for you were volunteering in Africa, and the moment you stepped back into the home you two share he basically attacked you with his love. When he carried you to the bedroom, everything was decorated: candles, rose petals and things alike. “You know me so well.” You chuckled, reacting to Harry knowing that you like this kind of setting. “That’s right. Even you don’t know you the way I do.” He was gentle, didn’t ravage you like a beast – you both tried to revel in every moment, to catch up with each other, caressing each other and simply loving each other. He traced a line of kisses from behind your ear, down to your jaw, neck and collarbone, meanwhile sneaking his arm under your shirt and caressing your scalding-hot skin. “Harry,” You breathed out, only now realizing how much you’ve missed him. You moaned when he pressed his bulge to your center a bit more, afterwards feeling his plum lips on yours. Harry knew every inch of your body and so he used his knowledge – he made a single roll with his hips making you open our mouth and release a moan, this way being able to sneak his tongue into the battle with yours. Deep, slow French kissing with the increasing amount of waist stroking and hip rolling made you burn in your core, desperate with the need to fill you. You ran your hands over his bare back, feeling every bone and muscle, so familiar to you. As if feeling that you too want to be bare-chested, he moved his nimble fingers to the buttons of your shirt and unbuttoned it with his skilled fingers, afterwards discarding you of your bra too. He kissed the valley of your breasts down to your belly button, making you giggle for a second. Then, his fingers unbuttoned your jeans and slid them off, along with your panties. “How is it I’m already naked when you’re not?” You chuckled, making him wink at you while discarding himself of his jeans and boxers. When he leaned back to you he positioned himself to your entrance, and along with kissing you he entered, making you wail out in pleasure. It felt heavenly to reunite with him after so much time apart, to feel him pacing in and out of you. He locked his fingers with yours and leaned your palm over your head, thrusting and drowning in your eyes, kissing you occasionally. When he picked up his pace you felt the firestorm in your southern region get even wilder, alarming you of nearing bliss. Moans came out of you without any warnings even more frequently, mixed with Harry’s occasional grunting, and finally, you were thrown over the edge and fell into nothingness. Harry fell right next to you, bringing you close, your head resting on his shoulder and his arms weaving around your waist. You looked up and met his sparkly eyes, and all you did was smile. You smiled because you were so impossibly happy.  He moved a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You mean absolutely everything to me.” He whispered. For a while you said nothing, just tried to comprehend the fact that you actually got so lucky to have a person like Harry in your life. “I love you, Harry.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Love you too.”