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[hsgucci94]

Moans & Thighs

Summary: The one where Y/N asks Harry to ride his tiger.

Content warnings: high explicit sexual content, daddy kink, fluff.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: i wrote this with long hair harry in mind, but feel free to imagine him however you want!

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“What do you want, princess? I can’t read your mind yet, so I need you to tell me with that pretty mouth of yours,” Harry softly chuckled, laid on the bed naked with Y/N sat straddle on him after round one.

His bare chest was tanned and full of dark ink as she rested her hands on it as a way to keep her balance, but also because she just couldn't keep her hands off of him.

“Thighs,” she replied, cautiously looking at him to see his reaction.

“Thighs? You want to ride my thighs?,” he asked, surprise papable in his voice as a smirk made its way to his lips.

“Yes, daddy,” she nodded, momentarily biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to try prevent her face from turning bright red. It worked.

She liked thighs, but his were something else: so pretty and so soft, but also strong enough to crash her between them whenever she was feeling extra horny and wanted it hard. She had a secret obsession with them that she was letting him know that night for the very first time. He had no idea about it, but she had fantasized a few times about rubbing her clit against them, and now, if he let her, she wanted to turn her wet dreams into reality.

“And why’s that? Why do you want my thighs so bad?” he softly asked again, passing a hand over her face and getting some locks of hair off of it so that he could look at her without impediments, “Tell me, babygirl.”

She stood silent for a moment, this time biting the inside of her other cheek, the previous one was hurting. She didn’t exactly understand why she was feeling so embarrassed, though; Harry was being so nice about it. Always was.

“I want them,” she quietly replied, “I really want them.”

His smirk was back on his face, enjoying the fact that she was so needy for him. Didn’t matter if it was his cock, his fingers or his thighs that she wanted, knowing she could be as desperate for him as he was always for her did things to his ego… and crotch.

“Fuck, go ahead.”

He then grabbed her by her hips and gently started moving her body from his lap to one of his legs, but it wasn’t the one she wanted.

“Daddy… The other one, please.”

His eyebrows lifted a bit, until he understood exactly what she meant. She wanted the tiger. That big animal head tattooed on the upper side of one of his legs that she always had the feeling it was staring at her whenever she topped or hid her pretty face between them.

“Didn’t know my baby had preferences,” he chuckled, as she accommodated herself on that one thigh.

Harry’s arms strongly wrapped around her waist, the palm of his hands falling down on her butt and resting on it. Hers, on the contrary, wrapped around the back of his neck to try help keep her balance once the fun would start, her boobs hanging just a few inches away from his chest.

“You’ve no fucking clue how hot you look right now, princess,” he spoke in her ear, his voice getting deeper and raspier like every time they got intimate. His voice alone did things to her, and he knew that, so he made sure to use it whenever she needed a little push, like in that moment.

It finally happened.

What she had been trying to avoid for the past minutes unfortunately happened: she blushed. Her cheeks turned a crimson red.

Oh, but she was doing so well… For a moment she really thought she could go through it all without blushing once.

Instead of pointing out her red cheeks, Harry moved his hand from its place and grabbed her chin in it, lifting her face enough to leave a steamy kiss on her lips, “Enjoy, babygirl.” He then put his hand where it previously was, and she took that as the sign to start rubbing herself against his skin.

She could hear his voice in the back of her mind saying: “Remember, princess: start soft and slow until you feel the pressure increasing”, the same words he had used the first time he helped her use a vibrator on her.

His advice worked back then, so why wouldn’t this time, too? The answer was simple: because the pressure on her lower stomach was already pretty big and uncomfortable by the time her lower lips slid back and forth on his thigh, so she had to quit that part and go straight forward to the next.

She increased the speed in which she was moving on top of him, making him smirk at the sight of her boobs bouncing up and down right in front of him. Fuck, they looked so good. She looked so good, and no matter how bad he wanted to turn her around on the mattress and please her himself, he knew she needed and wanted this. His grip only tightened on her bum, squeezing it enough to make her enjoy it, a soft moan escaping from her lips. The moment he heard it, Harry squinted his eyes close, cursing under his breath. That was it: he was hard.

Soon she felt his cock brushing against her leg, and momentarily stopped to look at it first, and then at him, in case he wanted any help down there. She was feeling so good riding his thigh that she wanted him to feel at least half as good.

“No. Keep going,” he demanded, not wanting her to stop. He could handle it himself.

His hand wrapped around his dick and he started jerking off to her little whimpers, but what he was enjoying the most was the way her wet pussy felt against his bare skin. He would have never thought something like that would drive him insane, but it did.

Meanwhile, her movements had only increased, her heart beating hard against her chest from all the cardio she was practicing that night. She unwrapped her arms from around the back of Harry’s neck and dug her nails on his back instead; he was so caught up on his own moment he didn’t flinch one bit. If he felt them, he didn’t show it. And if they hurt him, he didn’t say it.

Now that she was sat on his tiger, rubbing herself against it while searching for her orgasm, she felt empowered. She felt dominant; the beast was no longer above her, but under her.

“Baby,” he gasped, “How close are you?”

“Mm,” she managed to reply, gulping hard even though her mouth was dry. She couldn’t help but have her lips parted, unable to close them. The pleasure was so big and felt so good she didn’t even want to try close her mouth.

That sound she had made had no particular meaning for her, but it had for Harry. She was dripping wet, sweat-drops heavenly falling down her chest and her abdomen, and down to her pussy, making her skin look glowy under the dim light of the room.

“You’re dripping-, Oh, fuck,” he groaned again, her lips parting even more.

One more movement of his hand and one more of her hips, and they both cummed at the same time, Harry’s gutural moan echoing through the room as her sweaty forehead fell against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

Harry’s hand that had been squeezing her bum until then moved to the back of her neck, where he gave it a slight squeeze to let her know he was right there, his head falling against the headboard behind him. His eyes were still closed as his chest went up and down, which was even more sweaty than hers if possible.

“How was it?,” he asked her in a raspy voice, opening his eyes to look at her.

She nodded, her head still on his shoulder, “That was… Lived up to my expectations.”

Her words made him chuckle, “Should we add ‘you riding my tiger’ to the list of things we like, then?”

“Please,” she replied, still panting a bit.

She then pushed herself back enough to see the damage on Harry’s thigh. His skin was red and irritated, and his tattoo almost couldn’t be seen under all her cum. When he saw her looking down at his leg while her eyes widened, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It hurt so good, babygirl,” he assured her.

She proceeded to lean to her side and grab a few tissues from the small box on his nightstand to clean her mess off, which wasn’t little. Her juice was dripping down the sides of his leg, staining the bedsheets under it, too.

“No,” Harry quickly wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping her midway, “Leave it.”

He passed his index finger over the sticky substance and took it to his mouth, licking it clean. All while making direct eye contact with her. She wanted to ask him if it tasted good, if she tasted good, but was too caught up looking at him to do so. He repeated his previous actions, but instead of his lips, this time he took his finger to hers.

She then noticed his left hand was still dirty with his liquid from jerking off. She looked at it, then at him, while his green emeralds pierced her face trying to read her facial expression and learn about her next move.

She gently grabbed his wrist and lifted his hand up to her mouth, his index finger sticking out enough for her to lick it the moment it brushed against her lips. Harry gulped hard when she did so, wanting to curse out loud for how extremely attractive and hot she looked whenever she did that.

“Do you like how I taste, princess?”

She nodded, taking his finger out of her mouth, “I always do.”

He licked another one, before grabbing her by her hip and pulling her to him, collapsing his lips against hers after not having kissed them in a couple of minutes. They had just savoured each other individually, but both their tastes mixed together… God, that was something else.

“You definitely have me wrapped around your finger,” he admitted a few seconds later, their faces close to one another as his clean hand gently caressed her cheek, “Do not play dirty with me, please.”

“I won’t,” she softly replied, a small smile growing on her face, “Only in bed.”

He chuckled, shaking his head a bit and snuggling it in the crook of her neck. She lifted her hand enough to caress the back of his hair, stroking his beautiful, messy, dark curls.

“Shower?,” she mumbled, regretting it the second the words slipped out of her mouth. She was incredibly comfortable right there, next to him, taking pleasure in the closeness and calm they were experiencing.

“In a moment, baby. Let me enjoy this a bit longer.”

> Part 2

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One day maybe

Summary: The one where Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N are dating off the spotlight and he gets jealous when he sees someone else (Tom Hiddleston) flirting with his girl.  

Content warnings: jealousy, fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: this is my first post on this account, a bit weird and nerve-raking but I’m excited :´) I usually post all this on my instagram: @hsgucci94, feel free to come say hi over there! alright, bye. hope you like this! x

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Harry Styles was playing a show in Los Angeles that night and, like anyone would have imagined, a bunch of famous and very well-known people came to see him, including Y/N Y/L/N. She was the moment, a celebrity whose face was currently everywhere, and her status was the one that helped her meet Harry a few months back.

Both of them got invited to the same Gucci event and after some talking, a lot of wine and giggles, they hit it off. They exchanged numbers, texted for a while and, when they both happened to be in the same city a couple of weeks later, they went on their first date. After that one came many more, until they made it official: Harry Styles and Y/N Y/N/L were now a couple, but that was a secret only their families and close friends knew about.

Neither of them wanted the public to know, at least not yet. They were well aware of the media attention they would start getting if that happened, and neither of them were very into that anyway. So for the public, they were just two successful and talented people who occasionally were seen hanging out together with the same group of friends.

They even had to pretend that night, when her and some other celebrities were backstage with Harry as he greeted them and got ready to perform in a few minutes. Although, to be fair, neither Y/N nor Harry had to try hard to ignore each: just a couple of hours before, they had got into an argument they hadn't been able to solve just yet.

The tension between them was palpable to those who knew them; for the rest of the world it seemed like they just didn't have much in common to talk about now that they were in the same room together, which was definitely far from true.

Harry's jaw immediately clenched the moment he saw him, out of all people, entering the room and approaching her, his hand in her back as he leaned in to kiss her cheeks.

"This has to be a fucking joke," Harry groaned to himself, deadly staring at Tom Hiddleston for the way he was talking, smiling and touching Y/N.

The main reason of their argument was now in the same room as they were, and Harry had to pretend to be fixing his outfit to try detach his gaze off of them both and keep his fists busy; he wanted to clench them so bad from the anger he was feeling.

Y/N was about to start filming a new movie and Tom was her co-star. Harry had seen the way he looked at her and shamelessly flirted with her every time she and Tom were together; he could sense his intentions even from afar. Hiddleston wanted his girl, and even if Y/N denied it, Harry knew he was right.

Of course he wanted her, she was just something else. Definitely out of this world, and he was scared anyone could come into her life and take her from him. Not that she was his property, but he was very into her and couldn't imagine losing her.

When the argument started just a few minutes before people started coming into the backstage, Y/N was talking about how excited she was for filming to start and how incredibly unbelievable was that she was starring in a movie alongside Tom Hiddleston. Harry started getting grumpy and didn't match her energy at all, which caused her to get pissed at him and accused him of not being supportive of her and her work, specially since she had been thrilled for all his success from the moment he released his third album and the trailers of his upcoming movies came out.

Harry wanted to show such excitement because she deserved nothing less than that, but whenever he thought of who her co-star was, he instantly felt sick to his stomach.

His last straw was the moment Tom passed an arm around her shoulders right in front of his eyes. She couldn't be that oblivious, could she? She had to be doing that on purpose.

Harry loudly cleared his throat, which made Y/N look in his direction right away. She frowned, and when Harry didn't move his gaze away from her, she caught on what was happening. She then subtly slipped off Tom's grasp and bit the inside of her cheek. Maybe Harry was right and she had just not been noticing his intentions.

Harry shook his head; his eyes showed how hurt and betrayed he felt. Y/N cursed herself, before dismissing herself to go to the toilet, wishing she could just grab Harry's hand and drag him with her to put an end to their quarrel now that she had finally understood the reasons behind it: Tom, Harry's jealousy, and how she hadn't really realised her co-star had been slowly getting closer to her until her and Harry got into an argument because of it.

“Fuck, fuck. fuck.  I’m sorry about everything I said earlier, Harry. I managed to sneak into your dressing room. Can you come, please? I really want us to solve this. I shouldn’t have said those things... I’m so fucking sorry,” she texted him. 

Y/N nervously bit her nails, walking from one side of the room to the other, mentally slapping herself for not having been aware of the situation sooner.

She was impatiently waiting for Harry, her eyes constantly checking her phone to see if he had replied to any of her messages. But it seemed like he hadn't read them yet, and she wasn't sure if it was because he didn't have his phone on him or because he was ignoring her, which, being completely honest, he had every right to do.

How could she had been so blind to not even sense Tom's intentions? Probably because she had been so starstruck by the thought of making a film with him, an actor she had admired for so long, to even think he wanted something more than just co-work with her.

She was about to text Harry again when the door opened and he appeared through it.

"Harry...," she started saying, but stopped right away because she didn't know what to say or how to commence.

He looked directly at her; his face and body muscles were not longer tensed, at least not as much as a few minutes back. As soon as Y/N got away from Tom he didn't feel so threatened anymore. Instead, other emotions had taken over him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she quickly spoke, shaking her head as she squinted her eyes closed.

She could only imagine the things that ran through Harry's head every time he saw them together. Had she been in her boyfriend's position, she would have probably lost her mind. Another woman trying to flirt with him? Yeah, no, thank you.

Harry stared at her a few seconds, before taking the steps that separated them and grabbing her by her waist.

His lips furiously pressed against hers without a warning, making her eyes go wide the moment she felt them. His free hand rested on her cheek as the kiss only intensified and his tongue asked to slip inside her mouth, the kiss soon turning into a makeout session. Their tongues fought each other as their hands ran up and down their bodies, somehow making sure the other knew who they belonged to. When it ended, Harry rested his forehead against hers and momentarily clenched his jaw, pulling her closer to him as they both caught their breaths.

"Why didn't you tell me?," she mumbled, and moved her face up just enough to properly make eye contact with him.

He closed his eyes and sighed, before passing a hand through his hair and tucking at it. Y/N took that sign as the cue to grab his hands between hers as she pleadingly looked at him.

"Fuck, I don't know," he frustratedly admitted, "I guess I didn't want you to think I was overreacting or trying to sabotage you."

She quietly nodded, and sweetly squeezed his hands before entwining her fingers with his and lifting their hands to his chest. In other circumstances Harry would have just kissed her in front of everybody or wrap his arm around her to let them know she was actually taken.

But that was the thing: they weren't able to prove it unless they wanted the secret to be out.

They were together, yes, but nobody really knew that. In everybody's eyes Y/N was single, meaning men and women had a chance to hit on her, which made Harry uneasy every time he thought of it.

"How come you didn't notice?," Harry mumbled, frowning his eyebrows and lips, "He has clearly been trying to steal you from me."

"Hey," she quickly replied, a couple of wrinkles forming on her forehead due to the way she was frowning it, "No one's gonna take me from you, okay? We're together, and whether they know it or not it doesn't matter. You know why? Because at the end of the day I'm the person you kiss good night. Only I get to taste those lips of yours, and same goes to mine, Styles."

She softly smiled at him, showing him how hard she actually meant those words.

He nodded, biting his upper lip, before sighing again, "Sometimes I think it's better if we make it official, just to avoid these situations."

She nodded, understanding what he meant. However, deep down they both knew the cons were actually longer and heavier on the long run than the pros.

"I only have eyes for you, though," she assured him, "I don't ever wanna hurt you, you know that, right? I would never ever put myself in a position to lose you. I'd be damned if I did."

"I know you wouldn't, baby," he caressed her cheek with both his index finger and thumb, "It's them I don't trust."

He then pecked her lips, and for a moment they both dreamt of an alternative universe where they were able to show their love to the public without being judged, stalked or criticised for it.

One day, maybe one day.

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