#lot Brazil

[puffpasstea]

Brazil

A/N: another satellite blurb cuz….well, the photo. warnings: smut. It’s basically just smut. Some Dom!harry ———

Harry quirked his eyebrows, smiling mischievously as our eyes met in the full length mirror in front of him. It was a small moment of private, telepathic communication between us, in the middle of the pre-show rush backstage. We were surrounded by crew members left and right, so there wasn’t much that I could do or say, but the look in his eyes, and the smile he was giving me, were more than enough to let me know that he could tell exactly what I was thinking as I watched him get dressed. I felt my cheeks grow hot, and red, with recognition. In a split second, our non-verbal exchange was interrupted. I blinked, and Harry was surrounded by people fixing his hair, touching up his outfit, Anthony’s camera lens inching closer to capture those moments. Whatever moment we’d just shared had definitely passed. I stood up, leaving the comfort of the cream colored couch that allowed me to be a fly on the wall, and simply watch, as everyone scrambled to get ready for the show, and went to check in on the band. Mostly in an effort to redirect the filthy thoughts that had already festered in my brain at the sight of Harry with his pants slipping down his waist.

“hey,” I greeted Sarah and immediately made myself useful, helping her zip up her dress from behind. Everyone else seemed ready, checking in with their instrument techs to make sure the stage was set up, awaiting the countdown to showtime. I plopped myself into the empty hair and makeup chair and pulled out my phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. The air was sucked out of my lungs when, unexpectedly, I came across a photo Harry had just posted, a mere few minutes ago. What a sneak! He knew exactly what he was doing. His sequin pants hanging off his legs, his black Calvin Kline briefs hugging his thighs above his very clear tan line, and, of course, the “Brasil!” Tattoo that he’d cheekily teased people with the previous show, on clear display. He’d done this on purpose. Any hopes I might have had of banishing my inappropriate thoughts were promptly squashed by Harry’s brazenness. A tingle rushed down my spine, and I might have even felt my thighs squeeze together ever so slightly. Fuck it. I rushed out of my chair to go find Harry.

I was too late. He was sipping on some water as various crew members asked for his confirmation on the final details. I stood in the doorway, waiting for his eyes to catch mine, so I could subtly signal to him to meet me in his dressing room, or something, but the disembodied voice on the speakers announced that he needed to head to the main stage. Fuck. It was gonna be a long show. ———

“Hi baby,” Harry greeted me in the hall, panting as he jogged through, the light bouncing off the yellow and pink sequins of his clothes and giving him a dreamy glow. He was a sweaty (sexy) mess. Someone appeared behind him congratulating him on the show and handing him a towel. “Thanks.” Harry nodded before turning back to me. “So, how was the show?”

I was in no mood for small-talk. I grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him straight into the dressing room and locking the door. “it was that good?” Harry laughed, his breathing still slightly heavy. i shut him up with a desperate kiss, crashing our lips together harshly, and pushing him up against the door. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut instantly. My hands felt around his shoulders, pushing the jacket off of him to reveal his upper body. His naked torso glistening with sweat, his taught arms wrapping around me, my hands eventually finding his curls; we stayed like that for a moment, simply kissing.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My lips began to travel down his salty, sweat covered skin. From his jawline, to the crook of his neck, his shoulder blades, and eventually his chest. Harry moaned, resting his head back against the door, and looking down at me with hooded eyes. “What’s got you so- fuck- so eager?”

I couldn’t believe his smugness. “Seriously?” I looked up at him in between kisses. “You post that slutty photo online,” I bent my legs slightly, sliding down his body to kiss on his stomach, “right before the show,” I bit at his skin, causing him to jolt in surprise, “and you have the nerve to ask me what’s making me so eager?”

Harry’s chuckle was interrupted by my trembling fingers fiddling with his pants. I let them drop and pool at his ankles as I sunk to my knees to be at eye level with his crotch. The black briefs, the tan line, the Brazil tattoo. Finally.

A sharp pain in my scalp disrupted my trance. Harry’s fist had grabbed my hair and twisted it into a hold. “Did you forget who you’re talking to, little one? Hmm?”

I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. Instead, a pathetic squeak. “no permission to touch, you call me ‘slutty,’ when you’re the one who can’t control herself.” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, and shook his head. “Bad girl.”

My eyebrows furrowed, looking up at him through my lashes as I struggled to control the desperate pout of my lips.

“what do you say?” Harry sharply reminded me, as his tight grip on my hair pulled harder to raise my gaze towards his. “p-please?”

his free hand slapped me across the face, knocking the wind out of me.

“please what?”

“please sir?”

Harry smiled in satisfaction. “On your feet, c’mon.” His hand remained firmly in my hair as he got out of his pants, using it as a handle to pull me across the room. I winced and struggled to keep up with him as he got us to the couch.

he sat down on the couch, but, when I went to join him, he pulled me down to my knees. “You stay there. Didn’t say you could sit.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“You’ve been very impatient. Don’t think you deserve my cock…don’t whine. You know it’s true. But since I’m a nice person, I’m gonna take pity on you and let you cum, anyway.”

I failed to hide the smile that immediately formed on my face. “oh wipe that smile off y’face darlin.’ I’m not that nice. You wanna come so bad you’re gonna have to do it yourself. Ridin’ my thigh.”

I felt myself blush with excitement and embarrassment. Harry reached over and hiked up my dress, pulling my underwear harshly and shaking his head at the damp spot on the fabric. “What a whore.”

My eyes darted to the floor, unable to look at him. “c’mon, now. Let’s get this over with.” He patted his tattooed thigh.

I stood up, awkwardly straddling his leg and gasping softly at the contact between his skin and my wet folds. “Fuck.”

Harry’s finger quickly found my clit, rubbing it to the rhythm of my movements, and he had me moaning out his name in no time. “Does that feel good, honey?” He smiled. I nodded repeatedly, as if my moans weren’t enough of an indication.

“Use your words, darlin,’ let me hear you say it.”

“feels- so- good, sir.”

“good girl.” Harry grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his neck. “Hold on tight.” He whispered in my ear, bouncing his leg and upping the friction on my clit. “fuckkkk, sir, I- ahhhh- I’m gonna-“

“what is it, my love? Hmm?”

I wish I could say his condescension didn’t make things hotter, but I’d be lying if I did.

“May I- ah- may I please cum, sir?”

“tell me how much you want it, baby.”

I was too turned on to be embarrassed. “So, so much, sir. Please, sir, please.”

“Go on, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

the words were hardly out of his lips before I felt the wave crash through me, shaking me from head to toe as I screamed out his name.

my body fell limp against his, my face buried in the side of his neck as I trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. “thank you, sir” I mumbled, weakly, against his skin.

Harry kissed my forehead, cheek, and shoulders gently whispering “I love you.” In my ears.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Harry and Chris Pine in Sao Paulo, Brazil! - Dec 5 2022

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Halftime**

I saw the pictures and I had an idea...so here's a quick little one shot in which Y/N is very horny for her boyfriend but Harry is really wrapped up in the Brazil vs. South Korea match.

(I hate to toot my own horn but I think this is some of my best work yet 😮‍💨)

Warnings: masturbation, spoiled orgasm, CNC!, rough/forceful sex, mean Harry, unprotected sex, degradation & dumbification,

WC: 3.1K

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Y/N had been able to take a few weeks vacation (after saving all of her vacation time) and was able to join Harry for his latin America leg of tour. She had been having a blast at the shows, she’d been to plenty of his shows and they were all impressive, but seeing him playing stadiums of that sheer magnitude all on his own made her feel so proud of him. It had just been a phenomenal experience. Harry was also very happy to be able to bring his girlfriend along, she was a working girl and they rarely got this much time together. However now the world cup was in full swing and Harry was suddenly very invested. It was amusing to her because never once had he ever talked to her about soccer in the years they had known each other. He watched if his friends or cousins did but he didn’t follow any teams or care to know about the players, their stats, and drafts like he did for American football - he would even bet on American football and would win a lot because that was a sport that he cared about and knew surprisingly well - but like tons of other bandwagonners out there he suddenly gave a shit about soccer because it was the world cup. But this meant that he had been ditching her to watch the matches. 

At first she didn’t really care, but now it was getting out of hand. Their time like this was limited and it was a bit annoying that once this tournament was all over he would go back to not giving a flying fuck about soccer, like many people, and their time together would have been completely wasted. Maybe it was bothering her so much because she was ovulating and was inconsolably horny, Harry had read but hadn’t answered any of her texts asking him to come back to the room and for the third time on this trip she was panting as she pulled her vibrator away from her sopping center. Her pussy was pulsing steadily as she came down from her orgasm, but it wasn’t enough - not in the slightest. She was aching for more and despite the sensitivity she was sure to feel she moaned quietly as she pressed the tip of the silicone vibrator to her clit again, swirling it around to create more friction. Her legs fell open even wider as she thrust up against it, getting there even faster than before.

“Mmmmm, fuck!” She gasped as the vibrations started to fulfill their purpose. Her toes curled and her stomach muscles flexed up as her mouth dropped open in a silent cry as she started to unravel again, “Oh shit!” She whimpered quietly as the waves of pleasure rippled through her entire body, giving her the chills as she worked her way through it all. It was good, but it could be better, so much better. She needed to get stretched and filled up and she hummed in satisfaction as she dragged the vibrator down to her entrance and bit her lip as she teased her entrance with it, the vibrations tickled her in the best way as she coaxed her needy, little hole open for it, but it wasn’t the same…she didn’t want to come again like this. She wanted Harry’s dick, it was bigger than this vibrator, thicker and longer and it reached the parts of her that ached for a pounding. She huffed and shut it off before reaching for her phone again and opened their texts in her state of frustration.

Baaaabeeeeeeee 😭 please come to the room I’m so horny for you. Need you. Been all wet and achey for you. Look.

Is what she typed out and sent it. Then she ran her fingers through her sticky and aroused folds and then dipped them right at her entrance where it was all being gathered and she snapped a picture of her fingers dripping with her arousal. How could he deny her when he saw that? He was just as much of a horn-ball as she was, if not worse, so there was no way he would resist this. She waited patiently and after about ten minutes she checked her phone again and saw that he had read the message and she got upset and started to type again angrily.

You know what, nvm. I’m glad I had the foresight to bring my vibrator with me on this trip. Keep watching your game, I’m gonna go out. See you later.

Y/N was nearly boiling over with frustration, sexual and the regular kind. With an aggravated groan she grabbed her vibrator and rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash it properly. She then decided she would take a quick body shower to cool down before she headed off to explore.

*********

Harry had been completely consumed by the game, his friends and some crew members were around and he was having fun with everyone. Yeah, soccer was not a sport he really cared about but it was more entertaining with everyone else. When Y/N texted him the first few times it was just things like “come back”, “I’m bored”, and then a gif of Vanessa Hudgens singing “Baby Come Back to Me” and it made him chuckle and roll his eyes but then something happened in the game and he set his phone down. It was nearing halftime when she had sent a new message about her being horny and as he read over the message a picture came in and he swallowed thickly as he saw just how wet she was. They hadn’t had sex in a couple of days, he’d been a little jet lagged and worn out from prancing around the large stages he had been occupying. She had just sucked him off after that first night in Argentina, he had been at the stadium all day admittedly watching the game and he was exhausted, so after he came he quite literally knocked out. And now he had grown evidently hard in his shorts and he couldn’t stand up right now. These were thin running shorts he was in and there was nothing he could do to hide it. He also knew that there were fans stalking him at the hotel and taking photos so he didn’t want to do anything. He started typing out a message about giving him a bit to get over there but then the team they were rooting for got scored on and they started going off. 

“Fuck…” he grumbled. That goal, on top of being fully hard and unable to do anything about it, plus dying of the obscene Brazilian heat outside had his mood souring quickly. And then his phone went off again and he groaned in irritation as he opened up yet another message from Y/N:

"You know what, nvm. I’m glad I had the foresight to bring my vibrator with me on this trip. Keep watching your game, I’m gonna go out. See you later."

Reading that made him even more upset. He was fuming mad at her insinuation that he cared more about this stupid game than what time they had together, it was one fucking game and he was hanging out with his friends and his crew. She was being a selfish brat and, it was about to be halftime so he knew he had at least fifteen minutes to set her straight. He decided to just grab the towel he intended on using at the gym and held it strategically as he stood with a huff. 

“I’ll be back, I’m just gonna check on Y/N real quick.” He said to Pauli before heading off. He was walking fast with his head down, avoiding making eye contact with any potential fans or staff who would surely ask him for a picture or something. He was more than grateful that he was able to make it into the lift without anyone bugging him and he rode on up to their floor. She was in for something when he got up there.

********

Y/N’s shower had helped curb her horniness, but she was still upset and her feelings were a little bit hurt. She didn’t want to be grumpy so she needed to find something to do for fun, just for a few hours until she was properly cooled off. She reached for the fresh towel on the rack and wrapped her body up in it before stepping out and drying off her feet before sliding into her slippers and trudging out to the room where her suitcase was. She started looking through her clothes, pulling out a fresh pair of undies and bra to get on and then she picked a t-shirt and after debating, between two bottoms she chose a pair of denim shorts. She laid her outfit out on the bed neatly, just giving it a final look over when she heard the lock on the door beep before Harry barged in looking upset.

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” She asked carefully as he came up to her and just pushed her face down into the bed and she gasped as his hands yanked the towel from around her and dropped it on the ground then she yelped as his heavy palm came down and smacked her ass hard. “So fucking impatient. Sending a picture like that knowing I am out in public!” He scolded her and smacked her ass hard again and she hissed, “Acting like a brat. Like I’ve got nothing else to do than roll around in bed with you all fucking day.” He seethed as he shoved his shorts down his legs. She first thought he was just playing at something, but he was actually upset at her and it made her feel confused.

“Wait. You’re mad at me when this whole time you’ve-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. You’re so fucking horny for my cock? Shut up and take it.” He growled lowly and she gasped as he grabbed her hips hard and lined his hard cock up with her pussy from behind. He didn’t warn her at all when he thrust into her hard in one fluid motion. His girth spread her open for him forcefully and finally, the ache she had been feeling for him was satisfied. She felt her legs tense up at the sheer force as he held himself inside, it was so deep it hurt a little bit but in the best way. In the way that only he could make it hurt, it mad her eyes screw shut and her jaw drop as he ground his hips against her, “Such a selfish and needy little slut.” He said as one of his hands left her hip and slid up her spine. She felt him grab her hair and she wasn’t ready for the pounding he was about to give her.

“Baby-”

“Don’t baby me.” He seethed as he drew back and then thrust back into her hard and he drew back out again and started pounding into her at a brutal pace as he pulled her hair back, stretching her neck out, “You act like you’re the only. Fucking. Person. That matters. In. The world.” He punctuated his words with harsh crippling thrusts, he was so fucking deep she was sure he was bruising her cervix and she just let out strangled cries. Despite his frustration with her, her tight walls were getting wetter for him and squeezing his aching cock in the most delicious way.

“Harry, y-you’re going really hard!” She whimpered out in a strangled cry and he groaned.

“You can take it.” He mumbled, “A greedy, little cock whore like you can take it. Or am I wrong?” He grunted as once again, the tip of his cock collided harshly into her cervix and she clawed at the sheets as she cried out an indescribable sound. Harry moaned at the warmth and tight fit of her pussy around his erection and he pulsed his hips steadily into the same spot, “Now you’re all out of words for me?” He questioned her mockingly as her eyes rolled back and she was paralyzed, this was too much. It was too much. She was struggling to breathe as he thrust into her but it felt so fucking good that she couldn’t even think. He had never been this rough and forceful with her and it completely ruined her, she was in a daze as he started to slow down his pace but kept fucking in until his balls would collide with her ass. 

Harry had never been this rough or forceful with her and he wanted to keep going, but he grew slightly concerned at her lack of response, maybe she didn’t want to have sex anymore and he just…assumed she would still want to, “Do you want me to stop?” He asked her and she hummed and shook her head, “Are you OK?” He asked and she nodded.

“I just-I just…I can’t…Ohhhh!” she trailed off into a loud moan as he ground into her. He grinned as her back arched up and she fisted the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and groaned deep as the head of his cock rubbed into the softest and hottest part of her.

“Fuuuuck…” he hummed with a smile at the feeling coursing through his veins, “Fucked you stupid, brat? Is that it?” He taunted her as he started picking up the pace again and the irritation she felt at his patronizing was riling her up but oddly she didn’t want him to stop, “Answer me. Or are you too fucked out to speak? Hmmm?” He grinned again as she let out a soft whimper, “If you don’t answer me I’m gonna stop and you’re not going to come.” He warned and she hummed and grinned. If he wanted a brat, she’d be a brat. He started to pound into her relentlessly again, making her thighs quake, but she found her voice.

“W-what do I c-care. Already-” she swallowed thickly, “Came twice no fucking thanks t-to you.” She managed and he felt his anger flaring up inside of him once again and he pulled out of her and flipped her over. One of his large hands came down to her neck as he thrust back into her hard again, making her wince as he lowered his face to be over hers.

“Then why the fuck are you bothering me then, huh?” He asked as he started railing her into the mattress and she pouted, “Don’t pout at me, baby. You’re just being a pain in my ass.” He scolded her as he started squeezing tighter around her neck and her eyes fluttered shut. She was soaking his cock and even his balls felt sticky from how wet she was, “Just an annoying. Little. Attention whore.” He grunted. He felt her walls start to pulse around him and he grinned, “Halftime’s about to be over, have friends waiting for me. F’you wanna redeem yourself be a good girl for me and tighten up so that I can come.” He demanded and she bit her lip and tightened up her pelvic floor, causing her walls to squeeze around his bare cock deliciously, “Fuck, that’s it baby. So fucking good for me.” He praised her, “Love your tight little cunt, always makes me come so hard.” He panted and she moaned how she could with her restricted airflow. Her vision was getting spotty and she was starting to struggle a bit. He was close, she could feel it.

“Come inside me.” She breathed out and he groaned as he leaned down and kissed her ardently, releasing some of the pressure around her throat and she inhaled deeply when he parted from her lips. His blown out eyes met her own teary ones.

“Yeah, want me to fill you up with my cum?” He asked mockingly, “Not just my personal little groupie, but also my little cum slut?” He panted and she moaned again as she bucked her hips up against his own, meeting his thrusts, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He groaned as he picked up his pace, chasing his orgasm. His thrusts were all over the place but she was still so fucking close, “Got such a big load for you, baby girl.” 

“Mmmm. Give it to me.” She moaned seductively and he grinned as he thrust into her a few more times before his eyes closed and his jaw dropped as he groaned, brows creased deep as he started to shoot his thick, milky ropes of sperm deep into her pussy. “Fuck…” she giggled breathily, “I can feel it.” She panted as he snaked a hand down in between them and rubbed at her clit, which made her arch her back as he thrust in a couple more times, looking down between them to see his cum start to leak out of her entrance and suddenly he pulled out and removed his hand from her and she huffed in protest. But then she saw him start to bend over and she smiled as she settled into the mattress, lip between her teeth, itching to feel the first lick of his tongue on her pussy and she even opened her legs a bit wider, she was so ready to come for him. But then she felt an odd tickle on her shin and she sat up on her elbows to see the towel in his hand as he wiped off his half-hard cock before he just dropped the damp towel over her hips, “Clean yourself up before you make a mess of the bed.” He said as he then reached down to slip his legs into his shorts and she frowned.

“Wait, baby but what about-”

“Your orgasm? You already came twice, right? No thanks to me?” He asked in a snippy tone as he slid his bare feet into his vans haphazardly and she pouted.

“Harry, what the fuck?” She asked, fully offended and he leaned down and grabbed her face in his large hands and quickly smushed his lips into hers.

“Gotta go, s’three minutes until halftime’s over.” He said lowly, “Fix your fucking attitude by the time I come back and maybe then I’ll make you come.” He mumbled against her lips before he headed to the door, “And use that fucking vibrator one more time and I won’t make you come until the day you leave!” He called back before the heavy thud of the door closing resounded through the room and she fell back onto the bed boiling over in anger. She wasn’t even sure how long she was laying there, but she reached for her phone near the top of the bed and opened up her instagram and immediately scoffed at the first picture on her explore page. Harry all chipper greeting some fans, after what he’d just put her through?

“That petty little son of a bitch…” she whispered spitefully.

[umadirectioner]

A directioner que habita em mim, está feliz pela realização do sonho de adolescente! 14.12.2022 simplesmente o dia mais feliz da minha vida inteira! E eu nunca vou esquecer isso. Obrigada Harry, por me proporcionar tanta felicidade, em meio ao caos que tem sido minha vida, eu amo tanto você 😭🥹🧡

The Directioner who lives in me is happy for the realization of the teenager's dream! 2022.12.14 simply the happiest day of my entire life! And I'll never forget that. Thank you Harry, for giving me so much happiness, in the midst of the chaos that has been my life. I love you so much 😭🥹🧡

Love On Tour. São Paulo Noite III (14.12.2022)

Love On Tour. São Paulo Night III (2022.12.14)

[louis-babyhoney]

Its been a while since i posted here but i just want to put it here that i saw harry 3 times this past two weeks. I still cant believe this happened i’ve waited for so long to see him (like 10 years lol) he is amazing, so beautiful, so sweet and he was so happy here in brazil he sang my favourite song ‘fine line’ i cried like a baby when that happened lmao. I just wanna say that i love harry with all my heart he saved me ❤️ my babyboy 🥹💖

[raceweek]

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[dumbf1sketches]

Congratulations/apologies to anyone who caught my unhinged 2am Carlando hieroglyphics last night! I rolled over at 3am and deleted it as I was shame spiralling, plus it was barely 24 hours after I said I wouldn't post anything nsfw here 💪

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I do want to finish all of the instax, but I'll just post this in case I never do lmao (highly likely)

[nashvillethotchicken]

It is deeply unfortunate that Anne Rice and white culture is hyperobsessed with Europe as the supposed hub of culture so all the "it" vampires flock to Europe and France specifically, because I genuinely think Louis and Claudia would have had a ball in Rio

[kimbapisnotsushi]

okay no see the thing that made me really, really sad about hinata and the thing that made me really, really root for him and love him and want to see him win it all was how, like, people kept DENYING him. and i'm not talking about spectators in the stands going "omg he's so short haha, can he really do anything?" i'm talking about how his own team and how everyone who knew them in some way - as much as i love them - could never really separate him from kageyama. they were the freak quick duo, karasuno's number nine and number ten. they were amazing! so brilliant, the two of them. and hinata thought it was a way out, at first. he thought it was a way over the summit. he thought it was the key to being someone better.

but a key goes both ways, you know. it can lock you up just as much as it can set you free.

and hinata had to be so, so frustrated. everyone was finding ways to move forward except him. everyone expected him to stay stuck. and you could argue that that's not entirely true, sure, that he was always training, always trying to catch up, and they encouraged that. but nobody ever expected him to be more. nobody ever expected him to go beyond what he had with kageyama - they all thought that was enough for hinata. they thought he was fine like that because it worked for the rest of them. they underestimated how much he wanted to be capable. they didn't get how much he wanted to stand on his own two feet.

and that wasn't fair to hinata! it wasn't fair that hinata, who loved to play and loved the game and loved volleyball so so much, was the only one being left behind! he wanted to change that but nobody was trying with him!!! so of course he got impatient!! of course he was reckless!!! of course he was carving his own opportunities!!! there was no way forward otherwise!!! because if we take a minute to think about how training would have gone while kageyama was at tokyo, let's be honest — it probably wouldn't have gone well. nobody else can do with hinata what kageyama could do with him. hinata would have been held back. he would have felt useless. practicing serves and receives was stuff he was already doing constantly before that, and it wasn't teaching him anything. yeah hinata was a little bit selfish and a little bit shameless but being so finally got him somewhere!!

all hinata ever wanted to do was fly, even if it meant straying from the flock to do so

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Harry and team watching the Brazil vs South Korea world cup game in Sao Paulo, Brazil - Dec 5 2022 (x)

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

My Superstar, Fuss-Pot

Harry get's a little cold after deciding to sing in the rain and Y/N is taking care of him and his medicine makes him drowsy and he just starts confessing too many lovey-dovey things.

WC:1.9k

Warnings: None

PC: A screenshot of a vide shared by @stylesnews

Just like every other person at the show the night prior, Y/N was cheering Harry on but from the safety of the side of the stage. She was given a poncho by some of the tour crew, so she had not been drenched as he and many fans had been, but it was still incredible to witness that moment. Harry had always been a "the show must go on" kind of guy, sometimes to his detriment, Y/N thinks, but this was just too special of a moment and it wouldn't have been the same if he had hidden under the roof of the stage and not roughed it with his adoring fans for the last show. She was very proud of him.

When the show ended his clothes were still wet and his hair a bit damp and because it was the full blown summer time the dressing room areas were freezing cold because the AC was blasting to keep it at a comfortable temperature. This time around, Harry took his time in saying his thanks to everyone before getting changed, he even pulled her along into his dressing room and kissed her until she was dizzy, asking her how the show had gone and what she thought about how everything played out. She could feel his skin was iced over but with the adrenaline flowing through his veins he didn't even feel it and soon enough they were back in their hotel room and taking a very hot shower together as he was trembling when they got back. Soon enough. they were in bed and dozing off very quickly.

******

It was the coughing that had woken Y/N as Harry sat up quickly and she yawned but reached up his back, tapping at his bare skin thinking he had choked on his saliva or something.

"Fuck...my head." he groaned in a very deep and hoarse voice before he let himself fall back into the pillow heavily and she frowned.

"Oh honey, do you need Tylenol or something?" she asked him and he sighed.

"No, it's congestion." he sighed, "There's so much pressure in my sinuses and my throat feels like it's on fire." he whispered before bringing his forearm over his eyes.

"Shit baby, I know it was a little humid after the shower last night but we shouldn't have turned on the AC." she pouted, "I'm gonna order in some tea for you and see if someone can take me to pick up some medicine for you, OK?" she said as she started shifting out of the covers.

"Wait, no. Baby, don't leave me just send someone." he rasped out as his hand grabbed her arm and she pouted softly at him, "Stay and cuddle me."

"Alright, honey. Just gonna grab my phone to call Tom." she said and he released her and she hurried out of the bed and went over to the desk in the corner of the room where both of their phones were. His eyes followed her movements, she was in one of his t-shirts and her panties, it was his favorite look on her. She soon started heading off and he frowned.

"Hey, you said you weren't leaving!" she heard him call out and then start coughing again and she sighed upon hearing this.

"Just going pee!" she called back, "And don't shout, you'll hurt that lovely voice of yours!" she warned. While in there she washed her face and brushed her teeth and put on her moisturizer before heading back in the bed.

"Just going pee? Liar." he mumbled, his forearm was over his face again and she giggled lowly.

"You're being a theatrical baby, honey." she said sweetly as she leaned over and kissed the top of his arm.

"Course I am, m'a superstar and your baby." he hummed back and she grinned.

"OK, you superstar, fuss-pot want me to cuddle you or not?"

"Yes." he mumbled and she propped up her pillows a bit and settled in before he rolled over and curled into her side. His head was now resting over her chest and he hummed as he nuzzled against her boobs a la Matthew McConaughey in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

"Honey, stop." she giggled as she gently patted at his hair, "Gonna call Tom here in a sec." she said as she scrolled through her contacts and he sniffled as she pressed the phone to her ear, "Better not drip any of your snots on me." she teased quietly as her free hand weaved through his hair and he scoffed, with his eyes closed.

"You'd be so fucking lucky." he mumbled and she started to chuckle.

"Yeah?" she heard Tom's groggy morning voice over the phone.

"Tom, sorry to wake you up, dude. Harry's sick-" she said and Harry could barely hear whatever Tom was saying, "Yeah, I know...we fell asleep with the AC on too after having a hot shower...I know, luckily. But yeah, if we can have someone bring over some medicine for him that'd be great." she spoke sweetly, "Yeah, I was gonna go but you know how he gets." she said more quietly and he furrowed his brows upon hearing this and pinched at her waist which made her shriek, "Ow! He pinched me!" she giggled into the phone, "I can't quite move, but can you also have them send up some chamomile and honey tea for him? Thank you." she hummed, "Yeah, I'll be up they can just knock. Thanks, Tom. Bye." she said and hung up. Now, both of her hands were on him, one playing with his hair and the other came down to caress his arm that was draped over her hip. She heard him sniffle again before he groaned and kissed at the slope of her right boob.

"Please keep going, feel good, gonna put me right back to sleep." he mumbled against her and she smiled.

"OK, honey. Just rest up." she spoke softly and he hummed. When Harry woke up again it was because Y/N was sliding out from beneath him. She looked down to see his features etched down into a deep frown, "S'alright, honey. Your tea's here, just gonna grab it."

"K." he sighed and soon she was heading back and she had a white paper bag in one hand and cup of tea in the other.

"They brought up your medicine too, need you to sit up for a second." she said and he groaned but pushed himself up to sit.

"Need to have a wee anyway." he murmured and slowly made his way to the bathroom. When he returned he had washed up a bit and brushed his teeth. Y/N had set out the pill for him to take and he grabbed it and tossed it back before taking a slow sip of his tea and he then slipped back into bed, moving around to once again lay as he had been, "Put on a film, yeah?" he asked lowly and she nodded, "But from the ones you have." he said and she smiled.

"OK, hang on..." she strained as she reached for the remote on the bedside table on her side, she was kind of laying in the middle now. Despite hearing her slight struggle he didn't move an inch and she smiled, he was such a baby when he was sick, but it only made her want to take good care of him, "What are we watching?"

"Mmmm...you have Submarine right?"

"Yeah." she responded.

"That one. Look at Oliver Tate and then come tell me I'm a fuss-pot." he grumbled and she giggled which made him laugh softly as well until he started coughing again and she sighed.

"Oh H. M'sorry you're feeling sick. Hope the meds kick in soon." she said and he hummed. She started casting to the TV from her phone and he was just listening because his face was nuzzled up against her body. She smelled like her and a little mix of his cologne as well and she was warm and soft and the way she was being so loving towards him made him want to just latch onto her until he was fully healed.

They were both quiet for a bit, well besides his occasional coughs and sniffles. Around the 20-minute mark she raked her fingers through his hair and he hummed.

"Is the medicine helping?" she asked softly and he just nodded.

"M'dozing off. Might dribble on you." he slurred a bit and she giggled.

"S'alright. Love you, just get some rest." she whispered.

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"I love you so much. When we get married-" he said and her entire skin broke out in goosebumps as he said this, "promise I won't let the spark die like the Tate's." he slurred slightly and she knew that he was just speaking out of his ass, the medicine was probably making him drowsy and loose-lipped, "Gonna show you every day that you made the right choice by being with me." he mumbled and she smiled.

"I already feel that way, H." she assured.

"Yeah, but being married s'different. S'more." he yawned, "It means you come first. We come first. Over everything else." he explained and she furrowed her brows a bit.

"OK, but what about everything else?"

"It'll be there when we've finished our year long honeymoon." he mumbled and she laughed softly.

"A year long, huh?"

"Yeah, in Italy. S'already decided."

"OK, honey." she smiled.

"We can wait a little bit more after that before I try and get you pregnant. Like being daddy, but not quite ready to be an actual dad, y'know?" he slurred.

"Oh my god..." her body shook as she laughed under his weight.

"What did I say?"

"Nothing, H. You're just being silly is all." she assured and kissed the top of his head.

"Me telling you everything I've thought about our future together is silly?" he asked sadly and she sighed.

"No, honey, but you are kind of drugged up so I also know to take this very lightly." she explained and he frowned.

"Well don't do that." he mumbled sleepily, his eyes were growing heavier by the second, "I love you so much. M'in this with you for the long haul, even have your ring ready." he slurred and suddenly her smile dropped, this was news to her. They had talked about marriage before but she wasn't expecting to hear something like that at this juncture. They'd only been together a year and a half. Was what too soon?

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah, but don't tell Y/N. S'a surprise." he barely got out as she felt his body fully relax against her own.

Y/N felt tears brimming her eyes and she just hugged him tight and kissed the top of his head as her heart beat hard with excitement. She loved him so much and she too had allowed her mind to wander to what their future could be like if they chose to be more. She couldn't wait for that day. With a smile on her face she got a little more comfortable and leaned her cheek into his head and sighed with a little smile.

"God, you've got my whole fucking heart my superstar, fuss-pot." she hummed.

Read "Halftime" - a very smutty one shot about Y/N being needy for Harry but he's a little bit preoccupied with the Brazil vs South Korea world cup match.

[skitskatdacat63]

those 2011 pics remind me of hard the McLaren race suits used to fuck, I loved the vodafone era suits so much 🥹

YES AGREED!!! I love the Vodafone McLaren livery, literally peak!!!!!

Thank you for sending this ask bcs now I get to talk about 2011 in particular. There were these special Saturday race suits and they're all so pretty!!! Hugo Boss did a design competition to celebrate their partnership with McLaren and different artists made different designs for the Quali days. They're so beautiful 🥹🥹 Why can't they do anything fun like that now???? I digress, I went through all the Qualis and compiled pics of all of them!!

[zaiinab]

LMFAOOO

[sonego]

“Maybe one of my best races that I’ve ever done. At least that I remember. It was awesome and... one of the races that I would say I’m the most proud of, given the adversity that we experienced during the weekend and I think this just proves that you should never ever give up.”

Lewis Hamilton after the BRAZILIAN GP 2021

[sinisteryuri]

ok. tragically separated wwi era vampire twins.