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styleswithaseaview · 3 months
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more lhh bc i’m ovulating and feel it necessary
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i miss him every day, but today i miss him more
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hsonlyangelxo · 2 months
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LHH was, is and will always be the most beautiful and hottest 21 y/o guy ever.
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jaywriteshome · 3 months
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The way louis goes from 😒 to ☺️
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fruitmans · 1 year
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Cutie
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harrysarchive · 1 year
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be mine bee: h.s.
paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader
summary:
"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.
"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.
she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.
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harry officially asks bee to be his.
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another story of tattoo artist harry and bee
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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒
𝐏𝐎𝐕
the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.
"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.
"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.
the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.
"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"
"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.
"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.
"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.
he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.
"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.
"only about seven times, today."
i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she shy's away.
"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.
"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.
"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.
i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.
"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.
"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.
"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.
"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.
i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.
"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.
"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.
"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.
"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.
she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.
i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.
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"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.
y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.
"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.
"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.
she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.
"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.
"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.
"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.
"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.
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"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.
"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.
"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.
"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."
she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."
"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.
"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."
"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.
i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.
"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.
"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"
"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.
"a kiss." i muse.
she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.
"no baby, a kiss on my lips."
"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.
"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.
"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.
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"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.
"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."
"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.
once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.
"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."
"so no competition?"
"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.
"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.
"i would kill you if you touched that precious old man!"
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a/n: holy shit man 200 notes on my last post LOVE YOU LOADS!!!!
also a quick psa a fight for us is next in line for a part twoooo! so excited 🤭
-all the love,
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xo🤍
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lukesaprince · 1 year
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Roommates Part 5
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summary: Harry and y/n celebrate his first show in their own way... with mutual gratification.
warning: slight exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, gentle domrry
word count: 6k+
author’s note: it's finally here! For those saying that this series is dragging, I hear you and I agree lol. But hopefully, this satisfies you a little bit, and trust me there's sooo much more to come. Now that they've finally given in, it's only going to escalate from here 👀 Happy Reading xoxo
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The rest of the group wanted to stay at the bar and celebrate, but you and Harry were both too excited about what awaited you at home to even think about joining them.
Alex was going to be working until late, which was a blessing since she absolutely would've questioned why you weren't staying out to celebrate Harry's show.
You never declined a party. It was a key personality trait that you’d be up for a party even if you had work at 7am the next day. The number of times you showed up either severely hungover or still drunk from the night before was countless.
But this time the celebration you and Harry were going to throw at home was something even better, and you had no intention of telling Alex anything.
You didn't even know what was going to happen, or how it was going to happen. Telling Alex about your mutual masturbation pact with Harry would've only opened a can of worms and made her question your entire personality.
You loved touch to the point of needing it daily otherwise you'd go crazy. Hell if you could be in the arms of someone, or touching someone in any way at all times of the day you'd do it.
So this no-touch deal would've confused Alex to no end. You knew why you were doing it, but Alex wouldn't have understood you at all.
She loved love, even though it had failed her many times. She had a way of bouncing back from relationships and leaping into a new one way too fast. Macy was the exception. Alex took her time with her because she saw real potential.
But before Macy, Alex loved hard and lost it equally as hard. She did it over and over again barely giving herself any grace period before she was with another lover.
You were similar in the way that you opened your heart to friendship and romance very easily. It didn't take much to become your friend, and even shorter to become your partner. As long as someone was nice and had good intentions, you were more than happy to let them into your life.
It had burned you many times, which is why for once you were trying to stray from your usual choices. Harry was your exception, just like Macy was Alex's. Except this time you were trying to protect a sacred friendship, rather than something that would blossom into more.
Hooking up with Harry may be a mistake, but you weren't totally going to give up on your love for affection... and sex.
When trying to leave as quickly as possible, Harry had no issue claiming that he was tired and should get home since he had to work a double tomorrow. It was partly the truth which is why everyone was willing to let him go home.
You on the other hand? No one was letting you off easy. Now that you were between jobs and didn't begin your training until next week, you really didn't have an excuse.
"Come onnn y/n, don't be boring. Stayy, have a few drinks. I brought weed" Macy nudged, trying to convince you to stay out with her, Mitch, Sarah and Pauli (to who you had officially been introduced). You could already tell Pauli was going to be a wonderful addition to your group, but tonight wasn't the night for you to welcome him.
You needed an orgasm pronto.
"Honestly my last shift was so exhausting, I'm really sorry but I'm just not up to it" you apologised, "besides, someone has to walk pretty boy home and make sure he stays safe. I'm sure someone would take one look at those luscious curls and want to mug him" you joked, tugging on his hair.
"Heyyy, I can walk home by myself just fine" he frowned, pinching your side and making you yelp.
His hand had been loosely around your waist from the bathroom to the bar, where your group had congregated to discuss the after party to Harry’s show. That wasn’t really abnormal, since Harry seemed to love touch as much as you but it definitely was touchier than usual.
He’d usually guide you somewhere by holding your hand or with a hand at your back, but he never kept it there for long. He was always so cautious about being handsy with you, never wanting to cross your boundaries.
But you hadn’t brushed his hand away, and frankly he wanted as much physical contact with you as he could. The second he saw you naked he was going to be craving his hands and mouth on you like crazy, so until then he needed as much physical touch as possible.
“Okay okay, geese violent much?” you replied, giving his hand a little swat, but didn’t him take it off your waist. You liked his hand there too much for him to let go, and it seemed he felt the same because he didn’t attempt to remove it.
Mitch’s eyes flickered to his hand at your waist, then between your two faces but never commented on what he saw. He shared a knowing look with Sarah who noticed the same thing, and already mentally agreed to talk all about it with her fiancé the second they were alone.
“I guess that’s an okay excuse, next time though you better be partying double hard to make up for it” she pointed at you, knowing exactly why you and Harry wanted to ditch the party. It was pretty obvious to her and Mitch, but you and Harry were oblivious to their discovery.
“Of course! Come by on the weekend and we’ll have a games night. I’ll make sure to invite Talula so she can bring her famous brownies” you smiled.
Harry’s hand dropped from you as you both said your goodbyes, making sure to talk to Alex very quickly before you pulled Harry away. You didn’t need her asking questions that you didn’t have the answers to.
Outside felt cooler than the hot stickiness of the bar, but you knew that it hadn’t really dropped in temperature since the beginning of the night. Harry didn’t return his hand to your waist again, opting to stick it in his pocket as you both began walking in the direction of your apartment.
You could’ve taken the subway to shorten the journey home, but with how hot it was outside the chances of the train being free from weird smells was quite low and you didn’t really want to ruin your sex drive by ingesting body odour.
Besides, Harry smelt so good, even despite just profusely sweating on stage. How could you ever want to compromise that and risk a smelly train?
“Which song was your favourite?” Harry asked suddenly, filling the comfortable silence that fell upon you two. It was rich with tension like in that bathroom earlier, but there wasn’t one hint of awkwardness between you.
“Wild Thoughts” you answered seriously, peering at him to see his shocked facial expression at the zero hint of humour in your voice. “I’m just kidding, idiot” you laughed, shoving his arm a little.
“Fuck off, that’s not funny” he whined, grabbing at your waist to try and drag you into him. Your hip bumped into his and you wiggled out of his grip to walk ahead.
“I’m sorry” your laughter continued at how sensitive he seemed, twirling around to walk backwards as you faced him. “Wild Thoughts was my favourite cover, but Woman was my favourite song… I mean, that performance” you whistled, still walking backwards.
“Yeah? Knew you loved that one, you were practically drooling while I was performing it" he teased making you scoff with widened eyes.
"Was not!" you exclaimed.
"Was too" he shot back, before his eyes suddenly widened in alarm, "hey, watch out" he caught up to you quickly, grabbing onto your waist before you had the opportunity to trip right over a tree planter that you weren't watching out for.
You stumbled backwards and let out a small yelp, grabbing onto him tightly as he steadied you. His warm hands against the exposed skin where your t-shirt had ridden up made nerves swirl in your stomach. You loved his touch, even something as innocent as his hands on your waist.
You barely had anything to drink but you couldn't help but burst out into a fit of giggles at how you had nearly fallen over. You were clumsy with or without alcohol, but the second one sip touched your body you were 10x more so. “My saviour!”
You clasped your hands together behind his neck and swung a little to test his grip as he guided the two of you out of the way from pedestrians and between two buildings.
You didn't really realise what was happening until you were nudged against the brick wall of the building closest to you, just in the shadows and hidden from anyone walking past unless they were looking right into the laneway.
Your giggles quietened pretty quickly when you realised just how close he was to you. "What are you doing?" you breathed, your hands slowly dropping from around his neck, down to rest on his pecks.
It was like there was a sudden change in Harry, his expression going from cheery and teasing to something darker. Being hidden away from the public and so close to Harry you could feel his heat radiating to you was making you nervous. And horny.
Fuck, were you horny.
"How far can I go tonight, y/n?" his eyes looked between yours, darting from left to right before dropping to your lips for barely a second. You never would've noticed it if you were so close to him.
All of Harry's reserve had dwindled to something deep and sizzling. He didn’t know what caused it to be honest. He was horny during his performance and when he visited you in the bathroom, his mind plagued with images of what he imagined your naked body to look like. Sounds of pleasure and sighs of contentment, scents of your arousal and sweat as you approached orgasm.
He imagined it all, and yet he had plenty constraint for most of the walk. But your giggle unleased something carnal in him, the way you grabbed onto him making him feral with need for you.
Your reaction to him catching you was so innocent, yet he suddenly couldn’t contain himself anymore.
Harry knew he couldn’t touch you. Yet you let him touch your waist and you let him press you against a wall without complaint, so how far could he go? Would you let him undress you? More importantly, could he start playing with you now?
He needed to know your exact boundaries, because the second you both returned home, he didn’t want to waste any time.
How much control were you going to give him? Or did you prefer the control? Something told him that wasn’t the case, even despite the way you had teased him and alluded to sex many times since he knew you.
“What-what do you mean?” you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling your body heat up at how deep and raspy he sounded.
You knew what he meant, at least you thought he did. But the suddenness of the question sent your head through a loop, and it felt like you couldn’t comprehend anything.
“I want to know your exact boundaries, your likes, your dislikes… how far I can go. Because the second we get home I want to get you naked, and I need to know what I can and can’t do to you once that happens”
Your heart fell to your fucking pussy, thighs clenching to try and relieve some of the built-up tension between your legs. His words were filthy and nothing like you had ever heard come from his mouth. He was a tease and a flirt, but he was so blatant with his intentions, and it was such a turn on it made you nervous.
You were never this nervous during sexual encounters, and you always, always knew what you wanted and how you liked things. Yet Harry was like a spanner thrown directly into the cogs of your brain, making everything malfunction. You didn’t know how far you wanted to go, or what you wanted to do.
You had never had a sexual relationship like this before.
“How about you tell me what you want to do, and I’ll tell you if I’ll let you?” you posed, sliding your hands back up to clasp behind his neck again. You hoped he couldn’t tell how nervous you truly were.
A devious smirk curled on his lips, a hand moving from your waist and upwards, gliding up the side of your body. It was slow, like he was trying to memorise your body with his hand.
“I want to take your clothes off for you, can I do that?” his thumb plucked at the end of your t-shirt as his hand kept moving.
“Only if I can take yours off too” you replied, making him chuckle.
“Could think of nothing better, love.” He grinned.
Your breath hitched when his fingers grazed the side of your breast, only there in passing, but enough to have your toes curling in need. “Can I touch your bare skin?”
Your eyes fluttered shut as his palm flattened on the side of your neck, wrapping loosely around it so he could lean in close to brush his lips against your ear. “Once I’m naked…” you released a shaky breath, “only my arms and legs”
If he touched anywhere else, you would’ve died. Legitimately. Even your legs would’ve been teetering on the edge of too far, but you loved his touch and couldn’t force yourself to go no-contact completely.
“Can I control you?... tell you where to touch, how to touch… when to stop?” he whispered, his fingers flexing slightly against your neck. His body still wasn't pressed against yours, but the heat radiating was enough to feel like he was.
You utterly loved his hand around your neck, loose, and not constricting in any way, but enough of a reminder of what he could do to you. He could squeeze and make your head spin in that delicious way, and you knew he’d do it the second you asked.
The thought of Harry being dominant, even in a situation where he wasn’t touching you nearly made you pant with need. You loved the idea of him watching you, hell, you told him about it his first night living with you.
But this? Him watching you, his gaze burning along your body while he tells you what to do? While he commands every action and movement? You nearly moaned out loud, right there against the brick wall.
"Yes... I'd love that" you breathed, refusing to open your eyes even though his cheek was still pressed to yours, his lips ghosting your ear. You could feel the smirk curl on his lips at your reply, his hand tightening on your hip.
"Good. Any other boundaries?" He pulled his head back so he could look at you, your eyes opening to make eye contact with him.
"No kissing, anywhere" you stated firmly.
Mike always kissed your body and you loved it. He never kissed your lips because it was never going to go further than friends with him, but your body was open to him. With Harry though, your feelings were dangerously swaying on the line separating friends and more and anything intimate like that would've pushed you into the more zone.
Hence the no-touching rule in the first place.
"Done, I can do that" he replied without hesitation like your boundary was a no-brainer to him. He always had a way of making you feel comfortable in your wants and desires, and in your boundaries. "Final question, can I start now?"
He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his eyes dark and pupils dilated. You wished you could feel if he was hard because his eyes told you exactly how turned on he was.
"Yes," you answered without thinking, the thought of someone walking by and seeing you and Harry do, whatever he wanted you to do, making you unbearably wet.
Every single one of your answers made Harry's cock harden in his pants, just enough for it to ache with need. He had been looking forward to this since he first proposed it, and now that it was happening he wanted to take full advantage of it.
He hadn't experimented with too much exhibitionism in his time but you were the perfect opportunity for him to do just that.
"Take off your underwear f'me"
You could feel your heart pounding in your ears at his request, yet you didn't question it or hesitate as you nodded and tucked your thumbs in the sides of your underwear. You turned your head slightly to look out onto the street to see if anyone was looking at you, somewhat fearful because someone could easily see what you were doing if they were looking for it.
The fear is what got you off. The adrenaline and butterflies in your stomach at the riskiness made you drip with lust. Even if someone was looking directly at the two of you, you probably wouldn't have stopped unless they looked like they were going to call the cops on you.
It wasn't like you were anything too bad anyway.
"Ah" he tutted, gripping slightly firmer on your neck and using his thumb to tilt your head back towards him. "Look at me, don't look out there"
You bit your lip and nodded, the intensity of his eye contact making you sweat slightly. You slid your underwear down your thighs, your hips bumping against Harry's as you tilted them away from the wall. Harry remained close the entire time, but let you move freely to collect your underwear and step out of them before they touched the ground.
"Good girl, y/n" he praised, voice low and only just audible over the traffic.
Your underwear was drenched, completely soaked in your arousal. This became evident when you balled them up in your hand, the damp material only reminding you of how truly turned on you were. With nothing to collect your arousal anymore, you could practically feel it begin to mess up your thighs.
"God, they're fucking soaked. Turned you on that much, huh?" he smirked, grabbing your underwear and tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans.
"Mhmm, you gonna do something about it?" you raised a brow, grabbing onto the collar of his button-up shirt.
"Let me take you home so I can show you exactly what I'm gonna do about it" he mused, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him.
"Lead the way, rockstar"
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The rest of the walk was short and silent, Harry returning his possessive grip to your waist and keeping you close to him for the duration of it. Now that you were completely commando under your skirt, he felt a need to keep you close to him.
You loved how tight he held you against him, even despite how hot it was outside. His touch warmed up your insides and you couldn't wait to get home.
There was no awkwardness between you two for the rest of the journey home, only silence thick with tension that felt too dense to break up with any talking. You both knew what you wanted, your minds equally preoccupied with how the rest of the night would go.
Harry couldn't even wait to get inside the apartment before his hands were grabbing onto your hips, pressing himself to your back as you tried to unlock the door. It was severely distracting, his chin propped onto your shoulder while he resisted the urge of exploring your body with his hands.
"Need a hand with that?" he asked, amusement laced in his tone as the key bumped around the keyhole due to how shaky your hands were.
"Fuck off Harry, you're the one distracting me" you huffed, slightly annoyed at how funny he found your clumsiness.
"Well that's not very nice, is it?... Too bad I can't spank away your attitude" he hummed, squeezing your hips a little harder as a warning.
"That right there is why I can't open the door! Just shut up while I open it" you shot back, trying to ignore the pulsing of your clit at the thought of him making your ass all bruised and red.
He chuckled again, finding the side zipper of your skirt, and fiddling with it like he was about to unzip it. If he did that the skirt would fall instantly, which made you even more nervous.
You managed to get the door unlocked quickly after, Harry guiding you through the door and turning on the living room light “Where do you want to do this? Your room, my room, right here on the couch?”
Marty let out a loud bark and came moseying down the hallway, his tail wagging despite his clear tiredness. You left your lamp on in your room, so it wasn’t totally dark for him, and it was clear he had just woken up from sleeping on your bed.
“Hey stink” you cooed, picking him up from the floor to give him a kiss and hug while Harry removed the key and closed the front door. “Your room, you’ve got the pretty lamp” you continued the conversation, spinning around to face Harry.
“Of course, gotta have mood lighting-hey buddy” his tone switched from sarcasm to your lamp response, and baby talk as he scratched Marty’s chin.
Marty was a clear distraction from the tension between you and Harry, but he was your baby and you hated leaving him alone in the apartment all by himself. Talula usually takes care of him if you were going to be out all day, like today when both Harry and you were gone for a while, but she must’ve gone out tonight and had to drop him home before you got back.
“Mood lighting was literally designed to make a room feel nice. What other reason do you have a perfect mood lighting lamp on your bedside table?” you pointed out before putting Marty back down on the floor. He seemed happy with your greeting and took himself back to your room, leaving you both alone again.
Now that Marty was gone, the tension built back up quickly. Harry’s hands ghosted your hips as he spun you around so the two of you could walk faster towards his room.
“Now that you mention it, I bet you’d look gorgeous naked in some mood lighting” he rasped, spinning you back around to face him once you had passed the threshold of his room. Harry waited for you to turn on his bedside lamp before closing the door, leaving you both in the dimply lit room.
“Why don’t you find out?” you breathed, looking at him with a taunting look.
“Oh y/n, I will”
He closed the gap between you, his hands returning to your hips like that was their home now. “You’re so beautiful” he whispered, gliding his hands up to slide under your t shirt.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, “thank you” your voice was equally as quiet, your heart warming with his genuine compliment. He hadn’t even taken your clothes off, yet he looked at you with such fondness it made your heart beat erratically.
You lifted your arms up above your head to help Harry pull off your t-shirt, the material dropping to the floor without care. Harry’s eyes scanned across your chest; breasts still covered by a black lacey bra. He kept his eyes trained on them for a moment, noting how beautiful they looked as they rose and fell with every single breath you took.
Your nipples grew hard at his stare, and that was all it took before Harry’s patience wore off again, the third time tonight he snapped and took what he wanted. He removed his shirt quickly and dropped that next to your skirt before guiding your hands to the button of his pants.
“Take them off”
You wasted no time in unbuttoning them while Harry worked on the zipper of your skirt. You couldn’t help but stare at his chest, a sheen of sweat illuminating it and highlighting every hair and ridge of muscle.
You wanted to lick him and trace every tattoo with your tongue and create marks wherever he'd let you. You were practically salivating the lower your eyes went, landing where you had unzipped his pants and his hard cock was practically bursting out of them, still constrained by his boxers.
"Fuck" Harry whispered as he undid your skirt zipper and it fell to your ankles just like you knew it would. You froze momentarily, looking at the raw lust evident on his face as he took in your newly exposed flesh.
Harry felt his entire body ooze with need the moment your pussy was exposed to him. He could practically see how wet you were, your folds shiny with arousal, even in the dim light. He barely even registered the way you tugged his pants and boxers down in one go, a similar 'fuck' dropping from your mouth in reaction.
You were both enamoured with each other's bodies, Harry's hands ghosting up your arms before he quickly unclipped your bra and dragged that down also, leaving you both standing naked in front of each other.
You took a few moments analysing each other, allowing the other to freely gaze at ridges and curves that you both had been dreaming about.
Harry's body was something you thought about often. You had seen him shirtless more times than you could count but seeing him fully naked was an entirely different experience.
His v-line was defined, leading to trimmed hairs at the base of a large and gorgeous cock, standing straight out due to the sheer weight of it. His tip was swollen and pink, just like his lips.
And like his lips, you craved the taste of him. You were practically salivating at the thought of his precum on your tongue and you wanted to drop to your knees right then and there and bring him into your mouth.
Harry had to remove his hands from you completely because of how badly he wanted to drag them all over your body. From your breasts and pebbled nipples, down to your hips and thighs, and finally to your pretty little pussy which he wanted to dive into and eat like a fine dessert. He wanted to touch everywhere.
"Harry..." you breathed, voice borderline whimpering at how badly you needed to touch yourself.
"I know... fuck, get on the bed" he ran a hand through his hair before taking steps towards you. You stepped backwards until your legs met the bed and you were forced to sit down.
Harry kept moving towards you so you scooted backwards until your back was against his headboard, Harry now kneeling in front of your legs from where he had followed you onto the bed.
Your legs were pressed tight together, your body covered in goosebumps from how intensely Harry was staring at you.
You never thought you’d be naked in front of Harry, yet here you were basically laying under him with no clothes on and it felt so… comfortable. You felt slightly exposed, but only in a way that turned you on.
Harry made you feel completely comfortable, and you loved that about him. He had a way of making you feel safe in whatever situation you were in.
Harry rested his hands on your knees and gave you a look of ‘is this okay?’. You weren't sure what he wanted to do exactly, but silently nodded anyway and let him spread your legs, pressing them open against the bed.
“Gorgeous, such a pretty pussy... knew it would be though, belongs to a gorgeous girl" he breathed, staring directly at it with raw hunger.
"Shut up Harry" you blushed. It wasn't even the way he was staring directly between your legs that made you blush, it was his compliment of you that did it.
You loved the way he was looking at you, hungry like you were a piece of cake. That's what you loved about having someone watch you, the heat of their gaze and knowing they wanted to touch you even though they couldn't.
Harry's compliment, however, made you nervous. He was still complimenting you even while you were completely naked in front of him.
"It's the truth y/n. You're gorgeous inside and out" he whispered, finally looking up at you as his fingers rubbed soothingly on your knees. "Now are you ready to start?" he asked, confirming that you actually wanted to do this.
Your boundaries were always on his mind, as were your thoughts and desires. While he wanted to get straight into it and watch you come, this was the first time you were doing something sexual together and he wanted to make sure you were okay.
"Yes, please" you smiled, shifting your hips a little to show him just how ready you were.
You would've climbed him like a tree if you didn't think it would lead to you falling in love with him.
"Okay... touch your body for me y/n… slowly” he commanded after taking another look at your pussy. He took a deep breath at the sight of you spread open for him, your lips parted and exposing your dripping entrance. He could practically smell your arousal from his knelt position and it made his mouth water.
You glided your hands down your body, maintaining eye contact with him as you took your time in tracing your nipples with your fingers. A small gasp of appreciation left your mouth as you pinched both nipples between your forefinger and thumbs, kneading your breasts at the same time.
You were already getting wetter if that was even possible. Just having Harry watch you touch yourself was getting you all riled up and ready to orgasm.
“Good… go lower”
You followed his instruction again, sliding your hands further down your body until you met your thighs. Goosebumps rose on your skin wherever your hands went.
Your fingers trailed along your thighs, breath deepening as they glided against your inner thighs, close enough to feel your arousal that had coated there.
You were so turned on it felt like you could explode, and the fact that it was Harry causing it instead of someone else only made the entire thing more pleasurable.
Every cell in your body was thinking about Harry, every nerve and sense acutely aware of his presence and what it meant for you.
“Tease yourself, and don’t touch your clit” Harry’s fingers rubbed circles on your knees, moving a little closer to your mid thighs and keeping them pinned open so he could see exactly what you were doing.
You kept your left hand on your thigh while the other met your pussy, tracing your outer lips and never going further in. Your fingertips were already soaked, your feather light touch sending shivers down your spine. “Good girl… such a good listener” he praised.
“Harry…” you whimpered, desperately needing friction against your swollen clit. You couldn’t tense your legs together, and while you could’ve just gone ahead and touched yourself like you wanted, you wanted to follow Harry’s instructions more.
“I know love, I know" he coaxed, "run a finger through your folds for me, show me how wet you are"
You did just as instructed, collecting your wetness on your finger and holding it up for Harry to see. He licked his lips at how shiny your finger was, resisting the urge to bring it to his mouth and taste it.
"Good girl, you wanna touch your clit now?" he asked softly, leaning forward to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he returned back to sitting back on his heels.
"Yes... please" you whimpered, digging your nails into your inner thighs.
"Go on y/n, touch your pretty little clit for me” he coaxed, licking his lips again as you began rubbing circles on your clit immediately. You let out a little moan of contentment, touching softly, but hard enough to send pleasure through all your nerves. “Feels good, hmm? God, you’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”
“Touch your cock Harry, I want to see” you panted, finally breaking eye contact with him to look down at his cock, still hard and begging for attention.
“Wanna get my hand wet f’me?” he asked, holding his palm out towards your face. You nodded eagerly and grabbed his wrist, spitting directly onto it. “Thanks baby” he grinned, “‘m so fucking hard for you, have been all night” he groaned, finally wrapping his hand around the base of his cock.
“Good, I’ve been wet ever since you got on stage” you responded with a breathy laugh, mesmerised by the way he started jerking himself around his base, squeezing upwards towards his swollen tip.
“Have you now? Should’ve ended the show early so we could’ve done this earlier” he looked up at you momentarily before his eyes returned to where your hand was between your legs.
You had increased the pressure exponentially, rubbing harder and in faster circles against your clit in a way that had your thighs twitching. You were so beyond wet; every circle of your fingers made a distinct wet sound echo through the room.
“Then I wouldn’t have found out how obsessed you are with me… that’s what ‘Woman’ was wasn’t it, a declaration of your obsession?” you teased, hips shifting upwards towards your hand.
You were really trying to keep this back-and-forth thing going with Harry, but you knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were orgasming and so overwhelmed you couldn't talk.
Harry wanted to agree right then and there because you were right. He was so fucking obsessed with you, it was driving him mad. Not touching you was driving him mad. Not making you come was making him mad. Not kissing you was driving him up the fucking wall.
He knew seeing you naked would change things, how could it not? And he was right. Seeing you laying here before him was like every wet dream of his come true, and he was nearly bursting just at the sight of you.
But he couldn’t exactly say that, could he?
“Use your other hand to finger yourself, just one at first” he commanded, completely ignoring your question.
“That’s not... oh fuck-” your words were interrupted by a moan as you slipped a finger into you, hooking up into the spot you had memorised since the first time you found it. “-That’s not an answer Harry” you managed to stutter, your eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the combination of your finger against your g-spot and your others right at your clit.
“We can talk about your theories later y/n, for now, I want to watch you come…” his sentence ended in a groan, the sight of your eyes shut in blissful pleasure spurring his own orgasm. He was already close the second he wrapped his hand around himself, wet with your saliva.
“N-need another finger Harry, please” you begged, needing to feel the burn of your pussy stretching around something. You craved cock, a dildo, or something more than one finger.
“Go on y/n, add another. Fuck, add two. Fuck your pretty little pussy just how you like baby… that’s it. You’d be so pretty with my cock in you, don’t you think? My big cock stretching you out and fucking you just, right?” he cooed, keeping his eyes trained on how easily your pussy welcomed a second and third finger.
“Oh god, yes” you moaned, back arching and eyes screwed shut as you fingered yourself much faster and kept a steady pace on your clit at the same time.
Your arousal was dripping out of you and covering your fingers, your ass becoming wet with your cream the harder you fucked yourself. The sight of your pussy swallowing your fingers and your cream coating them all and dripping down your ass made Harry's mind spiral.
He was so close to bending down and licking you completely clean that he was having a hard time stopping himself from doing so. Your moans were so pretty and sweet, and your cunt so wet and messy he was properly frothing over you.
“Open your eyes y/n, watch how fucking hard I am for you… how close I am to coming for you” he commanded, squeezing your mid-thigh to try and return your attention back to him.
You were so close to coming already, that familiar build-up of pressure in your stomach appearing very quickly. “I-I’m close” you gasped, eyes opening and unsure where to look.
Harry was staring at you so intensely it made your nipples hard. Between that and how gorgeous he looked with his hand around his cock your orgasm was only coming faster. There was so much to look at it was overstimulating.
You didn't know whether to look at his face, lips parted with heavy breaths and soft moans escaping it, or his cock oozing with precum as he jerked himself off with his gorgeous hand that you had wrapped around your neck not so long ago.
You wanted to look everywhere. You wanted a second pair of eyes so you could look at him from every angle and memorise every feature of him.
“So am I baby, you're so fucking gorgeous I can't help myself" he replied, gripping a little tighter with how close his high was. He could already feel his balls ache for release, his core tight with tension.
But he didn't want to let go just yet, he wanted you to come first.
"Your cock is so pretty H, god Ijustwanna..." your words tumbled out of you as your high became in reach, thoughts spoken out loud unconsciously.
"Yeah, you wanna what? Tell me, y/n" he pressed, his ego inflating massively at your compliment.
"I wanna... oh god, Harry I think I'm gonna come!" you whined, thighs shaking and threatening to shut. If it wasn't for Harry's hand still pinning one down and his knees in the way, they would've clamped shut instantly.
"Ask baby, always gotta ask for what you want" he murmured, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your leg.
"Please, please Harry let me come" you begged, back arching and pushing your chest outward as you tried to hold it off as long as possible.
"Go on baby, I'm right behind you"
It felt explosive, the initial wave of pleasure the strongest and most intense. You let out a cry of his name, your hand leaving your clit and gripping onto his wrist tightly as your body lurched forward.
Your thighs were shaking violently, hips jerking as you tried to carry yourself through your orgasm with slower and less frequent thrusts against your g-spot. =
"That's it... oh fuck baby, so fucking gorgeous when you come" Harry praised, his own head tilting back as he reached his own high.
He gripped onto your thigh hard, a deep rumbling moan filling the room as come shot out in spurts, painting his stomach and dripping down to cover his fist and balls. He jerked himself through it all, forcing himself to look down on you as his deep moans turned into pretty little whimpers and sighs.
His orgasm was even prettier up close, and you found yourself panting and needing a second one of your own just by watching him. Orgasming only made you hornier and left you needing a second and third one to feel satisfied.
Harry looked utterly exhausted as he collapsed beside you, grabbing a few tissues from his bedside table to clean himself up. He passed a couple to you as well, the two of you cleaning yourselves up in comfortable silence.
"Why didn't we do that sooner" you breathed after a few minutes of silence, turning your head to look directly at him.
"You thought it would ruin things between us" he shrugged, gaze flickering down to where your chest was rising and falling quickly before returning to your eyes "...Has it?"
He didn't feel like it had ruined things between you two, Harry honestly thought the opposite. But he was more concerned with how you were feeling, especially since you were so hesitant about the entire thing.
You thought something like this would make things awkward between you two, and yet it was completely the opposite. If anything, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. The itch was partially scratched, and you found yourself just wanting to do it again and again.
You shook your head quickly, "No. I wanna do it again"
"God, already?" he chuckled, eyes widening. He ruffled his hair a little and ran a hand through it, "give me a few minutes to cool and we can go again"
He didn't expect that answer at all, and if his cock weren't still sensitive from his orgasm it would've gotten him hard immediately. A round two, already?
He could've fallen in love with you based on that alone.
"Orrr, I can start without you" you grinned, trailing your hand down to your mound in a teasing manner.
"No!" he exclaimed, grabbing your wrist to stop you. "God, you're going to kill me. Mutual masturbation means we do it together, y/n"
"Yeah, me, my hand and my pussy. Sounds pretty mutual to me" you stated in a matter-of-fact way.
"Oh, you wanna bet? How about I go jerk off in the shower far away from you and your beady little eyes then" he threatened, narrowing his eyes at you.
"Beady eyes! You were just saying that my pretty pussy belongs to a gorgeous girl and now you're calling my eyes beady!" you gasped, slapping his forearm.
"Yeah, a pretty pussy for a gorgeous girl with beady eyes" he grinned.
"Oh fuck you then! I'll go have a round two by myself" you huffed, turning on the bed to leave.
"Ah ah" he tutted, his large hand gripping your thigh and dragging you back across the bed so you were sitting pressed against him. "Round two happens here and now... see, didn't take too long for Harry senior to perk back up" he smiled proudly, looking down to where his cock had begun to harden up already.
"You're going to make me dry up if you ever refer to your dick as Harry senior again" you rolled your eyes.
"Oh really, then why can I see how wet you are, hmm?" he teased, squeezing your thigh where his hand still was and leaning in close so his nose brushed against yours.
Your stomach felt like it was doing loops again, your naked bodies pressed side by side and his face so close your lips could touch with any subtle movement.
"How about we get you to come again then you go get your vibrator and we pull an all-nighter?" he smirked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded and did the same in return, tucking a fallen curl behind his ear.
"If your dick falls off because you can't handle my stamina, don't come crying to me about it" you gloated, tugging on his hair just to annoy him.
"If anyone will end up crying it's you and your sore little pussy, now be a good girl and shut your mouth so we can get started"
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Summary: request by theladyvalkurie - "Pornstar!Harry invites Y/N to be in a video"
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, sex in front of cameras, hair pulling, choking, oral, scratching, squirting with fingering, just absolute FILTH
My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.
"So how's work going?" I ask with a slight chuckle, "You must have a lot of hard days."
He shakes his head and laughs, "You're a funny girl, y/n. Funny. Girl." He takes a deep breathe.
"What?" I lean back on the couch and look at him.
"Actually." He scratches his cheek and smiles, "Okay, this is a lot more nerve racking than I thought." He rests his hands on his knees and looks at me, "I want you to be in a video with me."
I about spit out my drink, "I'm sorry. I just thought I heard you ask me to be in a porn video with you."
He nods, "I did."
I raise my eyebrows, "Wow, Harry. Um." I laugh nervously, "That's. Wow."
He raises his hands in defense, "If you don't want to, I totally understand." I shake my head, "I didn't say I didn't want to."
He tilts his head, "Huh?"
"I just, needed a minute to process what the fuck you just asked me." I walk over to him and tilt his head up with my finger, "I'll do it." His hand slides up my legs and land on my hips, "Yeah?"
I nod and smile at him, "What's the video going to be?" I sit on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck, "Step sister? I'll be the naughty little school girl?"
He smirks and runs his finger up and down my leg, "It can be anything you want it to be."
I nod and think for a moment, "How about, I be your little sex slave. You can do anything you want to me." He raises an eyebrow, "What are you boundaries?"
I laugh, "From the amount of times we've fucked, I think you know what my boundaries are."
He nods, "You're right, y/n." He pulls me closer to him, his hard cock pushing into my leg, "What do you say we practice one more time? Hmm." He nuzzles his nose against my neck.
I bite my lip and stand up, "Let's let the tension rise so we can give your crew a good show tomorrow, hmm." He scoffs, "You're going to do me like that?" I stand up, "No. I'm going to do you tomorrow."
"Text me when you get home?"
I turn to him, "Harry. I live right next door." He smirks, "I know."
"Okay." I bite my lip and exit his apartment. I walk a few feet to my door and walk in.
Me: I'm home. That walk was treacherous.
I set my phone down on the counter and lean on it, agreeing to what Harry asked hitting me.
So many questions are flying around in my head making me think I should have stayed and practiced with Harry.
"Fuck it." I grab my phone and walk back over to Harry's, knocking on the door.
"Coming." He yells from inside. A few seconds later he opens the door, "Change your mind?" He asks with a smirk. I look up at him with a smirk, "Maybe."
He nods for me to come in. I walk past him, "I just have a bunch of questions that I didn't know I had until I got home."
"You were gone for five minutes." He chuckles, "What's up?"
"Do I have to exaggerate my moans and shit like the girls do in the videos?"
"You mean fake it?" He squints, "Do you fake it with me, y/n?"
I start to panic and shake my head, "No, no, no."
He smirks, "I'm just fucking with you, chill out." I push his shoulder and sigh, "Not funny. This is going to be on the internet, Harry. I don't want to embarrass myself."
He walks over and cups my face, "I promise you. You'll be the biggest hit on the internet."
I bite my lip, "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah." He nods and goes to step back but I grab him and push myself against him, kissing his lips. He wraps an arm around me and pulls away, "So you do want to rehearse this?"
"Shut up." I pull him back to me and he lifts me up. He carries me over to the couch and sits down so I'm straddling him. His hands grope my ass and slowly slide my leggings down so he can feel my skin.
"I want to fuck your throat tomorrow."
"You have full control over me." I smirk and slide down, my knees hitting the carpet, "Anything you want." He bites his lip and starts to slide his pants down.
My eyes focus on his cock and I wrap my hand around it, "You're so big." I say like the way they say it in the porn videos. He laughs, "Shut up." I smirk and wrap my lips around the tip, slowly licking his precum off.
He gasps and tilts his head back, "Fuck." I work my way down slowly, using my fingers to gently massage his balls which earns me a loud moan.
I sit back, "All yours." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He stands up and places his cock on my tongue. I look up at him from under my lashes and he smirks before slipping his cock into my mouth, pushing it into my throat.
I gag slightly and close my eyes preparing myself for him. He starts to slowly thrusts as he holds my head still. His thrusts become a bit rougher and faster.
Tears well up into my eyes and the noise of him in my throat fill my ears.
He pulls out and lifts me to my feet, "I want to taste you." He sets me down on the couch and gets down on his knees. He pulls my pants off and spreads my knees apart. He licks his lips before leaning it, slipping his tongue in and out of me.
I arch my back off the couch and moan at his touch, "Fuck, Harry." He slips his arms under my legs and pulls my hips into him. I dig my heels into his back and claw at the couch, "Fuck."
He groans as he slurps at my pussy. His fingers dig into my skin.
"H-Harry." I gasp as I twist his long hair into my fists, "Oh Shit." I moan loud and tilt my head back as he brings me to orgasm, "Fuck, fuck." I repeat over and over again.
He pulls away and kisses up my legs, leaning over me to kiss my lips, "Devine as always." He points to the arm of the chair, "Bend over that."
I nod and get into position. He places one foot on the couch and the other is on the floor. He spits, which I can feel run down over my ass. He rubs it on my pussy before pushing the head of his cock in.
"Fuck." He groans deeply, "Tomorrow is going to be so fun." He thrusts all the way in and pulls my hips to meet him.
I gasp and tilt my head back, him taking the opportunity to grab a fist full of my hair and yank, "You like that, huh?" I moan in response.
His thrusts are hard and slow, "I can't wait to fuck you in front of those cameras tomorrow."
"Show everyone how much of a dirty girl you really are."
"Harry." I whimper as my body starts to shake. He reaches around and rubs my clit in circles, "Cum for me, y/n."
I gasp and hand my head down, pushing against him as much as I can. I squeeze my thighs together as my high rips through me for the second time.
He wraps and arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder as his thrusts finally get sloppy. He pulls out and I can feel his cum spurt all over my back and asscheeks.
He rests his forehead on my shoulder as we both breathe heavy.
"Stay there I'll go get you a towel." He kisses my head as he goes to the bathroom. He comes out and wipes off my back side, "There ya go."
I sit down on the couch and take a deep breathe, "I think we'll be fine for tomorrow." He chuckles, "That we will."
"So like, is it nerve racking to do that on camera?" I grab a blanket and cover my body as I stretch out on the couch. He slides his boxers on and sits down, "Eh, sometimes. You get used to it."
I nod, "Hmm."
"Why? You want to make a career out of it?" He smirks, "I can make that happen."
I roll my eyes, "Only if it's with you, Mr Styles."
"I can make that happen."
I smile slightly, "We'll see."
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"Ready to go?" Harry asks as he leans against the doorway of the bathroom.
I turn around and nod, "Let's do this."
We walk down to Harry's car and he opens my door, "Wow. Such a gentleman." I tease as I slip in. He shuts my door and walks around to his, "I try my best."
I chew on the inside of my lip, the nerves about having sex in front of a group of people setting it.
"Oh, by the way, I made some phone calls after you fell asleep last night. It'll just be one person in with us today. I made sure to make it as comfortable as I could for you." He looks over at me and smiles.
I sigh, "Okay good. Because I was afraid I would have chickened out if there was a whole stadium watching us."
He laughs, "A stadium? There's like 5 at most sometimes. I mean, it depends on what video you're doing but still."
I stare out the window as we drive to our destination.
"Just stay focused on me the whole time, alright? I got you." He lays a hand on my leg to comfort me. I nod once and lay a hand on his.
"And we're here." He puts his window down and stops at the shack thing, "Harry Styles and y/n y/l/n."
"Have a good shoot guys." The guard says while tipping his hat.
"Oh we will." Harry winks at me before pulling into his parking spot. "Ready? Let's go meet the crew." I get out of the car and Harry takes my hand, "If you want to stop at anytime, just let me know."
"I'll be okay. I just have to get over this anxiety. I want to do this." I smirk, "We're doing this." He lays his arm over my shoulder and we walk into the building.
"Hey Styles. This must be y/n." A man with a beard holds his hand out for me to shake. I lay my hand into him and he nods, "Nice to meet you, I'm Hoyt. I am the camera man for most of these videos on this side of the studio. That over there, that's who we call, Tad. He's one of the directors."
"Nice to meet you." I look over in the direction of Tad and he nods with a smile and a small wave.
"Which room will we be shooting in today, Hoyt?" Harry asks, "Please tell me it's the light room."
"It is in fact the light room." Hoyt nods with a laugh, "Go give y/n the walk through and I'll see you guys soon."
Harry pulls me down a hall. I can hear loud, over exaggerated moans coming from within the walls.
"That's Zak and Mia. Drama queens." Harry rolls his eyes and stops outside of a door labeled with L.R.
"This." He open the door, "Is where we'll be." He motions for me to step inside and the room is lit up with purple led lights all around the top trim of the walls. There is a large bed, a leather couch and weird, long looking chair that I'm guessing you lay on? I have no idea.
The bed has handcuffs already attached to all four corners of it and there's a wall with different toys and props.
"You like it?" Harry asks walking up behind me. He places a hand on my waist. I turn towards him, "Can't wait to fuck you in the light room."
"Hey Harry. Is this y/n?" A lady asks standing at the door. He nods, "Yes this is. Y/n, this is Stacy. She does the hair, makeup, and styling."
"Hi." I smile and wave.
She smiles, "Whenever you're ready, I'm three doors down on the left." She walks away and I look at Harry, "I guess I better go get ready."
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"All done."
I turn to look in the mirror and I'm shocked at how hot I look. This green lace set really looks good on me. "Wow. Thank you!" I turn to Stacy and she smiles, "Anything for our performers." She winks.
I throw on the robe she gave me and I walk back into the room. Harry is sitting there with jeans and a white floral print shirt that's halfway unbuttoned, taking to Hoyt.
"There she is!" He smiles and walks over to me, "Whenever you're ready to start you just let me know." I nod and start to untie my robe. I pause for a moment, kicking out all of my anxiety.
I look over at Hoyt, "Ready?" He nods, "I'll roll whenever that robe comes off, honey." I smile slightly and nod. I look at Harry who's sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me.
He tilts his head and has his palms pressed together as his elbows rest on his knees.
I slip the robe off my shoulders and out of the corner of my eye, I see Hoyt raise the camera.
I slowly walk towards Harry as I continue to take the robe off. I let it drop just as I get over to him and his hands immediately find contact with my skin.
I straddle him and lean down with him as he lays back. We start to make out and I arch my back, sticking my ass out more for the shot.
His hands slide up and down my body, slipping in and out of the straps of my outfit.
We roll over and he kisses down my neck, over my chest and down my stomach. He leans up, "Take this off for me." He pulls a strap on my thigh and lets it snap against my skin.
I sit up onto my knees and reach behind me to undo my bra. I teasingly slide the material down my arms and off my body, dropping it on the bed beside me.
My hands cup my boobs as I slide them down my stomach. I lifts my legs up and slide my panties down my legs, just as slow.
He grabs my ankles as soon as they're off and pulls me to the end of the bed. I spread my legs and he kisses up my calf and thigh until he gets to my clit. He takes it between his lips and starts to suck and flick it with his tongue.
I gasp and arch my back. My eyes roll back at the sensation and I let out a moan.
Harry brings his hand up and continues to rub as he moves down and licks up my slit. I look down at him and watch as he eats me out, whimpering and moaning as the feeling.
"Harry." I moan loudly, "Fuck." I run a hand through his hair and push his face into me. He slides his finger down and slips it into me. I gasp and pull his hair a bit harder. He moans at the feeling and slips another finger in. He starts to finger fuck me fast, "Cum for me."
I reach down and rub my clit, becoming a whimpering moaning mess, "Shit. Shit. Shit." I moan loud and gasp as I can feel myself squirt onto his hand.
"That's it baby, fuck." He groans, "You gunna do that again for me?" He looks up at me and I nod, breathing heavy.
"Good girl." He inserts his fingers again and starts up at his pace. My fingers go to my clit again and I pull my leg back, moaning as the feeling comes back, "Fuck." I arch my back off the bed as Harry moan, "That a girl. Fuck."
He stands up and starts to unbutton his shirt. I keep my fingers on my clit as I watch him take his clothes off, "I need you." I whimper, "Fuck. I need you so bad."
Once he's naked he crawls on top of me, "You'll get me here soon, baby." He brings a hand up and runs a thumb over my bottom lip, "I need to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours."
He moves up so he's hovering above my chest. I bring my hands up and wrap both hands around his cock, pumping him as I suck on the tip.
"Fuck, baby." He moans as he smooths my hair out. I look up at him, "Whenever you want it." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He groans quietly as he taps the tip on my tongue a few times.
He slips his cock into my mouth and it goes straight into my throat, "Oh fuck you feel so good." He moans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, "Fuck."
The sound of saliva squishing and me gagging is loud. Tears streak down my cheeks as he's a bit rougher than he was last nights "Shit!" He grabs my hair and bobs my head to meet his thrusts, "Shit baby."
He pulls out and stands up, "Come here." I sit up and crawl over to him. He turns me around and spreads my ass cheeks apart, circling his fingers around my top hole, "You look so tight."
His fingers move down to my pussy and his fingers enter me again, curling them slowly as his thumb rubs my clit. I moan and arch my back again, "Harry." I moan as I reach around to spread my cheek for him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard." He pulls my hips as he lines himself up, thrusting in causing me to scream out with pain and pleasure, as I'm still a little sore from last nights fucking.
His grip is hard, probably enough to leave bruises and his thrusts are so hard and deep I think I blacked out for a moment because it felt so good.
Hoyt brings the camera around to capture my reaction to Harry's cock and I give him an honest shot. My fingers are clawing at the bed sheets as my eyes roll back. Moaning and groaning with each hit of Harry's hips on my ass.
"Fuck!" I squeal out as I can feel my orgasm coming again, "Harry! Please do-don't stop. Don-" I let out a scream as he pull out and vigorously rubs my clit.
My body jolts forward and back as I cum, all over the bed.
"That's it. That's fucking it." Harry groans as slips back into me, "Fuck. Your pussy feels so good." He rubs my asshole with his thumb and slowly slips it in. I gasp and throw my head back at the added pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck." I moan and push my hips back to meet his thrusts, "Your cock feels so good." I moan loudly and throw my head down into the mattress.
"Cum all over my cock, I know you wanna cum again." He groans while bringing his hand down to connect hard with my skin.
His words. His voice. How he's fucking me is enough to keep making me cum back to back to back.
I grip the sheets and clench around him as the third orgasm shreds through my body. My legs get shakey and my head goes fuzzy, "F-fuck."
"Turn around here." He groans and I turn around as quickly as I can once he pulls out. I close my eyes just as his cum shoots out and lays on my face. I stick my tongue out and catch some on there.
"Fuck." He gasps and moans as he comes down off his high, "Shit." He opens his eyes and looks down at me. He smiles as he takes his finger and drags it through his cum, placing his finger in my mouth for me to suck clean.
"And cut." Hoyt says, "That was so fucking hot. The comfortability level was insane. The people are going to love this." He snaps and points at Harry, "Great job, mate."
Harry nods and grabs a robe, draping it over my shoulders, "There's a bathroom right through that door. Go get cleaned up and I'll meet you out here." He runs a hand over my hair and smiles, "You did amazing."
I smile and walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
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A few days later I walk into Harry's apartment. He's on the phone with someone with a big smile on his face.
"Fuck, that's amazing. Yes, please. No, no. I'll tell her, I'll tell her." He looks over at me and points, "Yeah she's here now so I'll call you right back."
He hangs up the phone and throws it on the couch, "They want to give us our own channel."
My eyes go wide, "Th- what?"
"Our own channel, y/n. You and me. The users absolutely went feral over our video. Something about the level of intimacy and connection we had." He walks over, "Only if you're down for it."
"It will only be you and I fucking each other?" I raise an eye brow, "No one else?"
He shakes his head, "Not unless you want there to be."
I smirk, "Well, I guess I can finally stop being jealous about you fucking other girls now, so I'm in."
"You what?" He leans back and looks at me.
"I said I'm in." I smile and sit down on the couch. He shakes his head, "No no, the part before that." I cross my arms, "We'll only be fucking each other?"
"After that, y/n." He sits down next to me, "Why didn't you say anything?" I shrug, "Because we are only f.w.b's. You're not supposed to get feelings."
"We'll we aren't just f.w.b's anymore. We're co-workers." He winks and I laugh, gently smacking his shoulder, "Let's plan some videos."
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You can find part two here
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keepdrivingkisses · 8 months
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no bc i don’t think you heard him when he said through the fog(?) do you want you want just stick around!!!!!
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some of my fav lhh pics bc it’s my fav era and needs to be celebrated
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I. WANT. TO. SCREAM.
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starktripleimposter · 8 months
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sometimes I need to remind myself that LHH actually happened cuz he's an unreal angel 🤍
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this beauty oh my lord one of the few best things that happened in 2015 ❤
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American Town
Synopsis; when Lucie bumps into a familiar face round the corner from her new home in New York City and those old feelings come back, can she really just put aside the fact that they are living in different worlds to try again or is it too much?
Genre; Famous!Harry x Friend/Ex-Lover!OFC
Word Count; 2.8k
Warnings; Slow burner, eventual Smut, 18+ (more warnings to follow), mentions of anxiety, inadequacy, flashbacks to teenage romance, angst, this is a friends to lovers troupe, set in 2016/2017, LHH
Song Choices; Ed Sheeran - American Town / Harry Styles - Ever Since New York
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The City that Never Sleeps.
The Big Apple.
The City so Nice They Named It Twice.
New York City.
 A place where Lucie always dreamed about visiting when she was a little girl, a place that she would watch on movies with her mum, cuddled up on the old leather sofa that her dad managed to get on discount from DFS as long as they took it with them on that day, while eating her Woolworths pick’n’mix.
And now she was living here. Living the ‘American Dream’ as she was constantly reminded of in her friendship WhatsApp group chat, the girls back home expressing their overwhelming jealously of her life, claiming that they just wished they could be her, that they could do what she was doing. However, Lucie didn’t feel there was anything much for them to be jealous of.
If she was being honest she was lonely, she wasn’t loving her life the way her Instagram posts made people believe, even if she had perfectly snapped away daily, posting about the ‘amazing chapter of her life’, she didn’t have it all together, if anything she was barely hanging on by a thread. She had only been living in New York for just over six months now, yet her dreams of stepping into Carrie Bradshaw’s Manolo Blahniks and strutting her way through the Upper East Side were a complete pipe dream, she was in fact wearing the same pair of vans she had owned since she was 16 years old while dodging the puddles on her way back to her Brooklyn Heights apartment.
It wasn’t that she wanted to give up on it all, because she didn’t. This was what she worked so hard for, this life that she was living right now and she feared that if she rushed it along she would end up looking back on these years as the best of her life even if she didn’t feel like that right now.
Her job wasn’t too bad, she was a junior marketing associate at the New York Stock Exchange in the Financial District, her job mainly entailed her helping with client accounts, small clients albeit but still it was a foot into a career that she had wanted to be in, while working for a big company. And even if she wasn’t living in the heart of New York she could get to work easily, on the days she was needed in the office, just over the Brooklyn Bridge so she was almost, almost living the dream.
But as she walked around her neighbourhood, the same streets she finds herself trawling daily she can’t help but countdown the moments until she can maybe go back home for a break or for her parents to come over and visit her, anything to feel that sense of normality again.
Granted she had only been back home for a week over Christmas, flying in two days before Christmas before flying back to New York to see the ball drop with a few of her friends from work. And even though it was magical to experience the festive season and New Year’s eve in New York she really felt it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Also going back home for just one week, seven days, wasn’t even slightly enough.
So as she stepped into the small corner shop that was just five minutes from her fifth floor apartment she automatically thinks back to being ain Cheshire, walking around the big Tesco’s with her mum, picking out bars of Dairy Milk, Walkers Crisps, Cans of Coke (that she was sure tasted vastly different depending on where you are in the world) and she just missed her home comforts.
She needed something from home, and she needed it soon.
However as she pays for her milk and bread, realising that she was running low only after returning from her run this morning and going to make herself some breakfast she steps back onto the pavement, clicking back on her headphones, the tones of some boyband track playing in her ears as  the low March sun shining on her face as she walks straight into someone.
Her body colliding with what can only be described as a brick wall with the force she knocked into him, ricocheting off as she goes to fall backwards, his hand grabbing onto her forearm, pulling her upright again, until she’s on her feet, offering a small smile as she avoids eye contact as she goes to walk past him, embarrassed once again about her clumsy behaviour and just wanting more than anything to get home and hide herself away, or for the ground to swallow her up, whichever was easier.
“Lucie?” she hears her name over the sound of her headphones, frowning to herself as she goes to turn around “Luce?” the voice asks again, that same deep dulcet tone she hadn’t heard in person for almost five years properly.
Harry keeps his hand on her arm, holding her firm as he takes in the girl that fell because of him, the same girl he knew throughout his whole childhood, the same girl that he once fell for, that he had a thing with, before X Factor came along.
He didn’t think he would ever see her again, not because either had done anything wrong, if anything it was the opposite of that. They were so close, on the cusp of so much more before he left and it had always felt like a lost chance, the one that got away type of situation in his eyes and he hated thinking about her because it hurt him. He never really stopped caring for her, but he had enough distractions in his life to allow him to not give her as much thought as he wanted to.
However for Lucie as she looks at him she has had all the time in the world to think about him, to allow herself to be completely consumed by him. Mainly because the whole world knows his name, they know exactly who he is, the boy she was once crushing over. The boy she used to use his surname as if it was her own, that she would do ‘girl math’ to see if they were ‘soulmates’, the boy that she wanted more than anyone else, that she tried her hardest to get over.
But she couldn’t escape him in the past five years, not even for a moment, not when he was figuratively and now literally everywhere she turns. And if she was being honest with herself, something that she finds hard to do when Harry is concerned, she always felt somewhat bitter that the world got to have him and yet she couldn’t have him in the way she wanted the most.
She had avoided him whenever he came home after X Factor ended, mainly because when she had seen him during his X Factor days it just hurt her, more than she thought it would. It hurt to know that for him she was just some girl he used to know, that he had moved on, that he was bigger than who he was before and now he could have any girl in the world, and from the rumours that she had heard he was clearly exercising that privilege.
So for her it became easier to add distance between them both, which worked when she was at University, not having to see the Harry she knew or hear about him from people that truly knew him while seeing the version of ‘Harry Styles’ the world knew literally rubbed into her face. She listened to her new friends at Uni talking about their love for One Direction, which boy they would shag if they had the chance, always asking her as well who she would pick but she would always mention that she wasn’t that into the band, which was a blatant lie. They would always comment on how they were going to try and be that girl in the concert that one of the boys would ask to go back stage with after hearing rumours of this occurring as she would just sit and roll her eyes at them.
She wanted to tell them all it was better for them not to know what it was like to be in Harry’s orbit, to experience what it truly feels like to have his attention, his devotion, his affection because the moment its ripped away from you is like being left outside in the cold, like the sun no longer shines, like there is nothing lighting up the world, its all just baron and dead.
However, she knew she couldn’t explain it to anyone anything to do with her relationship with Harry, she didn’t want to even think of getting her fifteen minutes of fame because of him. She would be given the title of ‘Harry Styles Ex’ by girls she knew and people she didn’t, not to mention the trolls on Twitter who would find out and make it their mission to find anything out about her.
Besides she wasn’t really his ex. She wasn’t really his anything but at the same time she wasn’t nothing to him. It was a horrible situation to be in as she couldn’t even begin to explain to people why she felt this way about him, when in actual fact neither of them promised one another anything, no future, no commitment, no plans but once again it was kind of unspoken, and they both knew it.
So she kept Harry at arm’s length as such, not wanting to be close to him again when they were two different people in two different worlds, yet now as he holds her arm, pulling her close to him as he wraps her in a hug, a huge smile on his face as she wraps her arms around him too, she isn’t sure she can keep him at a distance any longer.
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“I can’t believe its you” Harry said for what felt like the hundredth time as he leant back on Lucie’s navy blue sofa that had come with the rental, smiling at her as she sat with her feet tucked under her bum, next to him, her eyes taking him in.
It felt surreal, she wasn’t sure she could explain it to anyone properly, not even Harry, but as she looked at the 22 year old man in front of her she had thought she would have to search for the resemblance to the 16 year old boy she knew but she didn’t have to, he was still there.
The same green eyes, that were almost like some kind of liquid jasmine, shining and sparkling like they always had. The same red lips, slightly plump but just perfectly proportioned for his face, the lips she shared her first kiss with, his first kiss as well, down by the bridge, hidden away from their friends, although both of them gushed about it afterwards so their secret liaison wasn’t very secret anymore.
However his hair was longer, pulled back in a bun that he had tied up once he had gotten to hers and taking off the beanie hat he had been wearing, after he had also been out for walk, wanting to take himself to a different part of the city to try and become inspired while hidden in plain sight. Yet now he was looking at her, his Lucie, it was like all thoughts of the type of new music he thought he was going to write were out of the window and he felt like 16 year old Harry once again.
He had gushed while she showed him around her place, claiming ‘it’s not much’ as they walked up the stairs all the way to the fifth floor as her apartment block doesn’t have an elevator. He was in awe while she guided him between the two rooms, missing out a tour of the small shower room that you could barely get one person into.
He told her how amazing this all was, that he couldn’t have ever dreamed doing what she was doing on her own, which she just scoffed at. He had travelled the world since he was sixteen, she was sure he could live in New York alone. But this was something Harry didn’t really admit out loud, how hard he found it now they band were on a break and he was on his own, that he got so lonely being by himself, so he found what she was doing admirable.
Lucie made him laugh when she showed him her bedroom, the double bed pressed against the window with the fire escape, she explained how for two months she just slept on a mattress on the floor, claiming it was like a teenage sleepover as she had made a tent with sheets above her, hanging it from the hook in the ceiling that she was sure the old tenants had used for a sex swing, which only made him burst into a fit of giggles.
She had missed that sound so much.
But it was bittersweet for her as she tilted her head back on the sofa, watching him intently.
She was struggling because even though he resembled ‘her’ Harry, he was now also ‘Harry Styles’. The voice he spoke with now was an octave lower than the last time they spoke, he had clearly matured over the years, except it still had the same distinctive accent that she loved, but there were a lot of differences. She had become so accustomed with seeing him on her TV as Harry Styles, the long haired member of One Direction, she had kind of split the two people in her head and now she was feeling a bit blindsided seeing him sat so close to her as she tried to distinguish between the two while she started to feel slightly starstruck too.
“It’s been too long” Harry said to her, his smile was still prominent on his face as he looked at her, seeing her as the same girl that she was before, yet she had also changed so much in the last five years.
No longer did she have the dirty blonde hair that she had always threatened to dye, as now it was a more light brown with blonde tips, a grown up hair style she deemed after she had been through a few phases with different dyes, ranging from a year of pure platinum blonde and one unfortunate time when she decided to dye it lilac and it ended up looking more purple than Parma Violet. But now she liked the way she looked and for Harry he liked it too, it suited her.
She still looked like ‘his’ Lucie but now she had this edge to her, something that wasn’t there when they were younger, when she would happily go along with the trends and fit in, this Lucie seemed to like to be herself. She had been wearing a hoodie tucked into a set of denim dungarees, she had explained afterwards she’d not long gone for a run and after a shower realised she needed to pop back out so threw whatever she had on, but he loved it, she was inherently herself.
But she still wore the same Van’s, he was sure they were the exact same pair she got for her 16th birthday, a pair she had been asking for ages for, especially after Harry got his two months before for his birthday. It was kind of their thing, and even though he had seemingly outgrown his it was nice to see Lucie still had a piece of them and what they were in the way she dressed.
“It really has” she smiled at him as she felt like she really should pinch herself, she had Harry Styles in her small living room.
“I’ve been in New York for like two weeks so what are the chances of us both being out at the same time in the same place, I can’t believe I bumped into you like that” he said with a smile, mumbling a quiet crazy while still grinning as she let out a small laugh.
“Literally bumped into you Haz” she said laughing harder as he feels a tightening around his heart, hearing her say the nickname that she always used to call him, one that he claimed he only liked when it came from her, yet now his fans even threw the name around regularly when for him it was only really her that mattered “its like fate” she speaks out, without thinking, as she smiles at him.
Maybe it was fate that brought them together, it was something that they both believed in, but for Lucie she couldn’t work out why at this moment the universe decided to bring Harry back into her life.
Maybe it was trying to teach her something, a lesson as such.
Or maybe it was giving them both the escape and second chance they so desperately needed and deserved.
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A/N; So here it is my first ever Harry Styles imagine and I am EXTREMELY nervous!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated and just thank you so much for reading!!
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