#subbry

[whitemancumslut]

domestic things fbh and y/n would do

word count: fluff, mentions of smut

OKAY I SOOO IMAGINE you're both nineteen. you have a famous boyfriend. how is it that you guys survived all this madness. people swear he's a womanizer, but this is the sweetest man you've ever met. harry loved you to pieces. treated you like the only girl in the world.

i strongly believe harry's love language is physical touch. he's obsessed with you. all of over you. "harry styles womanizer," the articles and comments made by older woman in interviews hurt his heart so much. knowing you don't think the same, but the internet didn't. of course they didn't. the internet was filled with mean teenage girls who wished on your downfall. year 2013 was the year of it all. i swear, he'd mentally get all up in his head about the womanizer comments, promise you that not a word of that is true, repeatedly, while you tell him you believe and trust him with every bone in your body.

at one point in the relationship some fans came to the realization harry in fact wasn’t going to leave you for one of them.

what is personal space?

harry was overall obsessed with the idea of you and only you. be wasn't scared to show his affection in public. although you were iffy of the idea of going out more as the band grew bigger as did harry's mobs.

• whenever he went on stage, he always needed his good luck kiss. it was like a good luck charm. whether he needed a quickie in the dressing room or a quick peck it always happened. it 'calmed his nerves.'

• never letting you go. i swear i can't get this idea out of my head. he is the type to stand with his arms wrapped around your torso, waist- just your front.

• kissing your neck, the back of your neck, letting you know who was still there. immediately relaxing your body.

harry definitely goes “without me?” whenever you shower or mention you’re going to.

when he does, he scrubs your hair for you, your back…. and sometimes it gets a little out of hand

after he gets off stage it’s a peck and “howd i do?”

you constantly remind him of how great he is.

makes sure you're safe when you go out without him. you know he's part of the biggest boy band ever. whether you're getting coffee, going to the arena, you're mobbed.

if you were to go out with someone other than harry, maybe one of your friends, while he was out at rehearsal or whatever it was— he would always try to keep contact with you.

if you went shopping he would want you to send photos of you trying on clothes.

“wow.”

“get the red.”

going to sleep

harry takes off his shirt at night, laying in his boxers.

he lives for cuddles. he doesn’t matter if he’s the big or little spoon as long as you’re there with him.

however if he is big spoon, he is completely cradling you into his arms. it’s the cutest thing ever. it’s like he’s scared youll get taken in your slumber.

big spoon turning into little spoon over night. he’ll be holding you and then all of a sudden, while you sleep you turn towards his and subconsciously wrap your arms around him and he would subconsciously fall against you and let himself be held.

waking up

“no. five more minutes” he’ll babble nothings that you won’t even try to understand.

pecking your temple and convincing you to stay in bed with him 5 more minutes.

he doesn’t care for morning breath. he would have a full on make out session with you.

only way to get him up early is proposing showering together and he’s up and ready.

fbh is such a passionate kisser. his kisses would be so arnghhhhhh, right??

temple kisses. they’re comforting.

he kisses you on the lips so softly. you know his rhythm. you’ve studied it since you got together.

he’s always mindful when kissing.

if it’s to get intimate he will always attempt to let his tongue past your lips and see if you reciprocate.

if he’s having trouble before stage. anxiety persay, you’re always there speaking him through it.

always assuring him he did well.

[tsumtsumrry]

(based on an ask i got on my old acc)

thanks so much for the request <3 i hope i brought your idea to life. it’s bestfriendrry h <33

It wasn‘t supposed to happen. Harry didn’t mean to find the vibe in your room. He was just innocently looking for a sweatershirt he’s sure you snagged when he saw it just sitting there on the bed. It was pink and pretty and it felt like it was staring him down.

He’s always had a little innocent school-girl like crush on you. You were his best friend. You were gorgeous and had such an infectious personality, he just wanted to crawl up in a ball of your warmth and stay there every time you smiled at him, and this, thinking about you using this pink vibrator to make yourself feel as good as you always should, almost awakened something in him.

He inched closer to it, cautious but so fucking curious. He didn’t wanna be a creep, but it was like it was begging him to go near it. And he figured if you stole his clothes he could inspect your vibrator.

It’s when he picked it up and brought it up to take a closer look, that the scent hit him.

You’ve used this recently.

And god if his cock didn’t throb in his pants at the realization. Harry loves pussy, knows the scent well but there’s something different about yours, maybe it’s just because he’s so infatuated with you as a person but the way you smell is driving him insane, unlocking deep, carnal passions inside of him. He hums out, bringing his hand down to palm himself over his sweats. He thinks he could possibly get off by just your smell and the thought of you getting off, but the vibrator is right there. And he‘d be wasting a perfectly good opportunity not to use it.

He inspects it a little, twists it around in his hand trying to at least know what he’s getting into. Then he flips a switch. The vibrator buzzes to life, almost shaking his entire hand, he squeezes his eyes shut tightly when he imagines how good this must’ve felt for you.

It’s so powerful and he’s staring at it with wide curious eyes, wondering if he‘d even be able to handle putting this anywhere near any of his pleasure spots. He switches it off instantly, shaking his head in dismissal and pure and utter shock that he would even consider this and walks out of your room to make lunch. He’ll just ask for the sweatshirt when you get home.

Only one problem, though, he’s hard. Oh so very hard and he knows you’re coming home soon, he doesn’t really think he can come that fast no matter how hard he tries or how much he thinks of you sitting on his face, it’s just not how his body works. He’s trying his absolute best to think about dead puppies and soggy waffles (he fucking hates soggy waffles and childish anger is most of the time enough to make a stiffy go down) and hope for the best.

When he hears your voice call out for him when you get home, his cock twitches in his pants and he breathes out a curse. His mind is swirling with thoughts of you calling out his name using that pretty pink vibe that’s still sitting on your bed with his touch all over it and he thinks he‘s gonna lose his mind.

“You alright, H?” You ask when you see him sitting on the couch with a pensive look on his face.

“Yeah yeah m‘alright. How was your day?” he‘s picking at his lips as he talks and that should’ve been your first sign that something wasn’t right. But you let it go nonetheless.

It’s when it’s time for bed and you ask for a cuddle and he declines when you begin to get worried. Harry. Harry Edward Styles. Harry Love Language Is Touch Styles, just turned down cuddles. From you. Your heart drops and you frown. Is he upset with you? It’s like he can’t get to sleep fast enough and far enough from you.

Something to be known about you is that you’re such a sensitive person, and tears pool in your eyes when he gives you a quick, half-hearted “love you” as he says goodnight.

Harry’s confused when he wakes up, when you’re gone and you didn’t stir him awake to let him know you’re gonna be leaving with a quick kiss on his forehead, but he thinks maybe you were just rushing.

He’s typing away at his computer, sending emails when his mind drifts off to you. Your sweet smile and your soft voice, how kind you are, how beautiful you are (drop dead fucking gorgeous, he adds), how soft your lips are, how they would feel against his, how good you smell, and oh, now he’s thinking about the vibrator again and he’s hard again and this cannot happen again.

He realizes he‘s not going to get over this until he does something about it, so his cautiously walks into your room even though he has no reason to, and sits on the bed, he notices the vibrator isn’t on it anymore and has taken residence on a shelf of your computer desk. His stomach swirls, and it feels so good but it’s not enough.

It was a long day of work, you’re tired and you’re kind of annoyed. And you can‘t wait get back home to Harry. Quite literally the light of your life. He always manages to brighten your day, even when you can’t imagine it being brightened. But after last night you aren‘t even sure he wants to talk to you. The word overreaction comes to mind, but, you’re sensitive and you overthink. One wrong move threatens to send you into a downward spiral and you wish that wasn’t the way it was but it is. And you feel like the spiral is not that far ahead.

When you get home you open the door softly, not wanting to disturb Harry in case he’s working or writing but all thoughts of keeping things quiet are gone from your mind when you hear what sounds like a pleasured shout.

“Fucking—fuck—“ he drags out the last word, his voice sounding like it’s wavering and he’s trying his absolute hardest to keep it together.

You hear a curse followed by your name and you pause. He’s moaning? And saying your name? You inch closer to your bedroom when you start to hear a familiar steady buzz. Your mind automatically comes to the conclusion on its own and you try your best to hold back a gasp.

Harry, your best friend Harry, is in there with your vibrator using it to the thought of you.

You open the door only to see his eyes squeezed shut, he’s panting out heavy breaths and his face is scrunched up painfully. He looks so overwhelmed in the best way, god if you don’t wanna just kiss that pout away.

“Harry.” you simply say and he jumps. He starts apologizing profusely but you hold your hand up, immediately halting him and you almost hum and how fast he listened to your direction.

“S’okay, H. Just wanna help. Can I help?“

He nods, almost apprehensively cause he was expecting you to freak out but you don‘t and he doesn’t know how but it almost feels like he got harder.

You tsk at him, and he frowns. Your delicate hands pull the vibrator out of his, brushing his fingers in the process and he shivers.

“You weren’t using it quite right, pretty boy. If you thought that felt good you’re gonna feel so much better.”

You switch it back on, putting on a setting that’ll warm him up but also make him feel quite nice. You’re definitely gonna save the best for last.

You notice when you walked in he was using it on his ass, so you put right back there and he gasps while looking right into your eyes. The intense gaze is heating up your core and you almost moan at the sight off his eyes rolling back.

“This why you didn’t wanna cuddle me last night? This what you were thinking about? Proper hurt my feelings you know.”

He feels a twinge of pain in his chest. “I—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. P-Please.”

”Please what? What do you want? Hmm? Say it, Harry.“

“C-Can you please, put it…inside?” It‘s so hot to you the way he can’t even get his words out, that fact that he feels good enough to lose the ability to be coherent makes you feel like you’re gonna come right this second.

”Inside? Is that what you want? You want it inside?” you know you’re dragging this out, cruelly teasing him, but he’s too high on you and the pleasure to really notice what you’re playing at.

“Please, baby. I’m b-begging you. I need it inside. Please. God, please please.“ The innocence in his voice strikes you so fiercely. He’d do anything for you right now if you asked. Genuinely.

You reach up to stroke his cock while you lube him up and he‘s moaning so beautifully, you almost want to turn it into a song.

When you feel he’s slick enough, you swipe the tip of the vibrator on his hole and he pushes his hips down to try to make you go faster. He‘s caught on go the fact that you’re teasing. That you want to make him beg, that you like to hear it. And he truly meant that he’d do anything for you.

“Inside, inside. Please? Do anything, I‘ll—do anything.”

You finally push it inside of him and he fucking melts. His eyes roll closed and he slurs out “thank you, thank you, thank you“

It’s when you angle it to hit his prostate that he loses it. He‘s no stranger to stimulation on his prostate, but the foreign strong vibrations directly on it thats he’s never felt before is messing with his head.

“Oh my f-fuckin’ god. Right there, right there.“

“There? You like how that feels?“ you taunt, getting drunk on how much power over him you have.

“I do, I do. Love how you make me feel.“ You have an inkling he’s not just talking about how you’re fucking him with a vibrator and your heart warms.

You turn up the setting and he yelps quietly, keeping his eyes trained on you with so much desire swimming in them.

His hips start to shift, he thinks he might be getting close but that’s probably just the amount of pressure that he feels at the bottom of his tummy. It just feels so good, everything feels so good that he thinks good night not even be a good enough word.

He says your name and his voice cracks on the syllables. You look down at him to see his face, looking so fucked out with his eyes glassy and his lips parted. You know it feels good, but this good? There’s something else.

He’s just loves you so much and he trusts you so much and he‘d do anything for you and it’s only know that he’s realizing he’s slipping into subspace. It’s only happened to him once and it was the best thing he’s ever felt. He’s so glad he gets to experience it again with you.

He tries to warn you but his words slur together and he‘s quickly losing himself in it, his eyes rolling closed with a flutter.

You catch on though, and you’re determined to see him through it.

“S’okay baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” you tell him, leaning down to his ear knowing his hearing might be spotty. “Promise I’m gonna take such good care of you.“

“M’gonna cum. Can I? Please can I?“ his voice is nothing short of a whisper. Hoarse moans and whimpers still leaving his lips.

“Cum for me H.“ you tell him.

You don’t even have to touch his cock for him to burst. And it’s so much. So much cum and you can’t deny that you have a bit of a breeding kink. Thinking of all of that inside you just making you wetter than you already were.

“Harry?”

“So good to me. So good.“ he mumbles out, still swimming in subspace.

You manage to clean him up, his hands planted firmly on your waist, wanting as much contact with you as he can get.

He’s still mumbling incoherently, some words you catch and smile at them. You know sometimes in subspace it’s like you can still feel some of the pleasure. You wonder if thats what he’s feeling.

You hear your name coming from his lips and you figure it’s more of his babbles so you just thread your fingers into his hair and scratch his scalp gently.

He rasps your name again and you look down at him. He smiles up at you lazily and you return it.

”Hey pretty boy. Feeling okay?“

“Feel so good. Thank you.“ his voice raspy and hoarse from all the moaning he did. “I—um, I’m sorry about this whole—“

“Shh. You don’t have to apologize H. M’just glad you felt good. Sleep.“

And so he does, deciding he‘ll worry about figuring out what this all means tomorrow.

For now, your touch is enough to soothe him.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

7 Smut.

WARNINGS: Subbry, mommy!kink, fem dom, humiliation/degradation, binding, CBT, overstimulation, orgasm torture, ruined/forced orgasms, anal play, hand job

Harry was sure he couldn't handle this for another minute. His abs were tense as you stroked his cock quickly. His hands were tied behind his back and he was just squeezing his fists as he fought off the feeling of his orgasm. When he chanced a glance up at you, you were already smirking down at him and he started to shake his head, he knew something was coming...

"Please! Please I can't take any more!" he whined. He was saying a lot of things like this for the past 15 minutes, but he had a safe word he could use if he actually wanted you to stop. But sometimes he just needed to allow himself to believe that he was stuck and had no other option but to just take it. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw dropped open as the prostate vibrator inside of him switched to a pulsing tempo. You watched in delight as his legs, also bound to the chair he was in, started to quake. He moaned helplessly as you started to stroke his cock in time with the pulses of the vibrator. "Fuck mommy, please! Please, please, please..." he whimpered. The cock ring he had on felt so incredibly tight now and the even the way you had bound up his balls had him losing his mind. So constricted and the longer he went without coming the more swollen and achey they felt. It hurt so good - he felt hot and tingly and absolutely tortured.

"Please what hmm?" you asked.

"I need to come. Please let me come, mommy."

"But you're playing along so well today, my handsome boy." you hummed as you suddenly released his cock from your slippery grip and his body relaxed after a few seconds with a pitiful sigh. You could see that he needed to come so fucking bad; his cock was so fucking hard and ruddy. It was standing straight up and shiny from the lube on your hand, but his tip was steadily oozing out pre-cum. You grinned as you started reaching down to take him into your hand again and it twitched dramatically all on its own. Harry pouted as you laughed softly at him.

"Mommy, please...it hurts." he moaned lowly.

"It hurts right here?" you asked him and tenderly squeezed his balls and he groaned and nodded. You could see him trying to close his legs, but each one was bound to a leg of the chair. You started to squeeze a bit harder and he whined out at the tenderness. He hadn't come in a week and well now that he was finally having the opportunity you were extending his edging challenge. He panted wen you finally released the strong grip over his balls. You ran your thumb along the top half of his erection to collect a stray drop of pre-come that was slowly dripping down the length of his cock and you smiled, "Love it when you get yourself this wet. Such a good boy for me." you praised him and he sighed breathily as you pulled your index finger from his shaft and he watched you sink it into your mouth and suck it clean of his arousal.

Harry had to squeeze his eyes shut because watching you clean your finger in your mouth was making him think about you sucking him off. And in the condition he was in, he swore he could feel the teasing and gentle laps of your tongue right against his slit, sucking and licking up his pre-come every time more bubbled up from the tip. And your mouth was always to hot and soft, you took his big cock all the way, every time. Fuck, it made him tense up as he imagined how it felt when you'd gag around him. He moaned lowly and started to grind down onto the vibrator inside of him and it slipped just a little deeper and it pulsed hard against a spot that had his eyes crossing and his entire body tingling, he let out the most pitiful moans you'd ever heard, just watching him do anything he could to get off.

"Oh my..." you hummed smugly as you watched the beads of his pre-come pooling right up against his tip become more and more milky. He was coming just like this without your help and it was incredible to watch. You looked into his eyes and reached forward and just before you wrapped your hand around his cock you smirked, "Never mind, clearly you've got this covered. No need for me." you said smugly and he looked at you with desperate eyes as he groaned in frustration and pouted.

"Mommy, please help me come. I need you." he sighed shakily as he pulled on his restraints. "Fuuuuuck!" he shouted as he tossed his head back in frustration and you watched on in amusement.

You reached over to your phone on the bed and instead just tapped at the screen in a rhythm a few times before the phone recorded that rhythm and seconds later Harry's back arched as the toy vibrated just how you wanted against his prostrate until his entire body was quaking. You then wrapped your hand around his cock and started to give it long and consistent strokes. "Thank you, mommy. Thank you so much, don't stop. Thank you so much!" he panted in exhaustion. You loved to hear him thanking you and moaning in pleasure over and over and over again.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" he mewled and as soon as you saw his sperm collecting at his messy little slit you pulled your hand away, but despite you pulling away his cock started to twitch and pulse wildly as his come spurted out of him in thick, milky ropes, making a mess of his sweaty chest and abs. He groaned in frustration as his orgasm continued without any friction, but he kept coming regardless. It was such an empty and dissatisfying feeling for him he literally felt tears forming at his waterline. He was trying to thrust his hips, seeing your hand just out of reach. He couldn't help it as he yelled in frustration and you just giggled as you watched him suffering from his ruined orgasm. When he started to calm and his head fell forward you reached over to your phone and put the vibrator on the lowest setting, just enough to keep him leaking and as hard as he was now for you. You still needed to make him come, he did this all on his own.

"Don't cry, pretty boy." you cooed as you lifted his face up to see yours and he was gone. His eyes tearful and glazed over, forehead sweaty with a couple strands of hair sticking to it and you brushed them back. "Got more for, mommy?" you asked him and he just whined and shook his head in exhaustion and you smiled and tutted, "Well that's too bad, because I still need to make you come, so you better get busy and make me some more of this." you said as your other hand collected his sperm from his chest.

"Mommy-"

"You didn't have permission to come, my sweet boy." you reminded and he pouted.

"I couldn't help it." he explained softly and you smiled.

"I know, but you disobeyed, baby."

"M'sorry, mommy."

"I know you are, but you still need to be punished." you said and he pouted and huffed but that soon faded when you wrapped your left hand around his cock, right under the head and then your right hand came over and you just started to rub over his tip in circles. Smearing his cum all over him using it as another form of lubricant.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out at the sensitivity of you just solely focusing on his tip like that. His body tensed up and he started inhaling sharply, groaning and straining against his restraints because it was just too much. He was too sensitive. Then your left hand started stroking him and his abs started to tighten up again and you smiled.

"Fuck, such a good boy with a beautiful, big cock. Gonna give mommy, more of your tasty come?" you asked and he nodded. "Good boy, whenever you're ready, OK?"

"Yes, mommy. Oh yes, yes, yes, fuuuuuck!" he whimpered and slurred curses together as his orgasm kept building forcibly. He was trying so, so hard to get there and after another minute or so he slightly raised his hips and the first stream of it started to trickle down your fist. He was moaning loudly and uncontrollably, his body trembling from how sensitive and tense he was. "Thank you, thank you thank you!" he slurred and moaned over and over as he came undone.

"Yes, you're so welcome, my pretty boy. You're so good for me, baby. Fuck, still got so much more for me. Mmmm, keep going." you encouraged him sweetly as you milked him gently of all of the sperm he had left for now. You kept going and he kept coming until it wasn't as milky anymore. So you gave him a few more languid strokes before you released him gently, "Open up for me." you hummed, "Good boy, clean your mess." you said and he eagerly licked his cum from your fist, "Good boy. Played so well today."

"Thank you, mommy." he hummed and you kissed his lips quickly.

"Of course. Gonna get you untied and in a nice bath, how's that sound?" you asked and he nodded. "Perfect. Did so good for me. I'm so proud of you." you praised him again and kissed his cheek, "So good, my pretty boy."

[freedomfireflies]

https://www.tumblr.com/freedomfireflies/747341162053042176/httpswwwtumblrcomfreedomfireflies74733382106

THIS WILL LEAD TO HIM BEGGING AND WE GET A GLIMPSE OF SUBBRY👀

!!!! YES!!!

Tink: I’m sorry, what was that?

Harry: …..I am not begging you to fuck me

Tink: oh okay I mean in that case, I can just go—

Harry: why do you have to make this so difficult

Tink: why do you have to make it so easy?

Harry, eye twitching: …..can you pretty please fuck me?

Tink: I think you can do better than that :))))))

Harry: I’m going to walk into traffic

[marvelous-harry]

Can u pls write about subbry who was in an abusive relationship and like he is scared that if he does smth wrong he gets hit and stuff but the reader comforts him

TW: Vague references to domestic violence.

Broken sub!harry/reader Words: 1.2K

"Oh my god, that's one of the best meals I've ever had," I moaned as I leaned back in the chair and looked at Harry. "Could be a chef you," I grinned.

"Well I don't know about that," Harry replied and grinned. "Plus I only enjoy cooking when I'm cooking for you," he added, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.

I smiled and got up from the chair and walked over to him. I cupped his face and lent down to give him a kiss. "You're so sweet, lovey," I said before giving him a kiss.

Harry grasped my hand and kissed me back eagerly.

"Thank you for a lovely dinner. How about you go fill up the bath while I put the dishes away? That sound good?" I asked and stroked his cheek.

"I can get the dishes," Harry protested.

"I know you can but I'm going to get them. You go get the bath all ready. I'll be up in a second," I smiled and gave him another kiss.

"Promise?" Harry asked, glancing at the dishes before looking back up at me.

"I promise. Go on, be a good boy," I grinned and ran my hand through his hair.

"Okay," Harry muttered and slowly walked out of the kitchen before hurrying upstairs. It still didn't seem right that you should be tidying up the dishes. He was chewing on his lip as he gathered both our slippers and pj's for the night. Putting them on the bathroom counter, he turned and put the plug in the bath before he started filling it with water.

I quickly put the leftovers in the fridge before putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Giving the kitchen table a quick wash with the kitchen towel, I smiled happily and decided to bring some water upstairs in case it got hot. I was just shutting the fridge door when I heard the sound of something breaking upstairs.

"Harry, you alright?" I shouted up the stairs but I didn't get any reply. Quickly checking that the door was locked, I hurried up the stairs. "Harry?" I called out before entering the bedroom.

"Lovey, you okay?" I asked as I saw Harry bending down, quickly picking up pieces of glass.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just bumped into the dresser and it fell. It just broke, I'll get you a new one I promise, I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't do it on purpose," Harry started rambling as he tried to collect all the pieces of glass that had shattered when the glass vase had fallen to the ground.

I put the water bottles on the ground and slowly walked over before crouching down. I held my hands out with my palms up. "Harry, it's okay. Can you put the glass down please?" I asked gently. "I don't want you hurting yourself on the glass.

Harry froze as I came close, his hands trembling a little.

"Hey, can you look at me? It's okay. It was an accident, accidents happen," I said softly with a little smile.

Harry glanced up quickly at me before he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut before turning his head into his shoulder - hiding.

"Would it be okay if I picked the glass out of your hand? I'll be really careful," I asked and watched him carefully. The only response was him opening his palms more. I started to carefully pick up the pieces before putting them aside. Glancing around, I spotted our slippers in the bathroom.

"I'll be right back, don't move yeah? Going to get our slippers so we don't step on any glass" I stood up and hurried into the bathroom and grabbed the slipper. I put mine on while turning off the tap for the bathtub before quickly heading back out.

"Here we are," I said and crouched down again. I put the slippers down in front of him. "Harry, would it be okay if I touched you and we stood up so you can put your slippers on?" I asked.

Harry let out a little strangled noise as he nodded, his eyes still closed and his head turned away.

"Thank you, lovey," I smiled, took his hands in mine, and stood, pulling him up with me. "Much better. Can you slip your slippers on?" I asked. "They're right in front of you,"

Harry took a shaky breath and looked straight down as he opened his eyes, slowly putting his slippers on. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, pulling his hands free and taking a step back. "I know, I. I just. Sorry," he grimaced. "I'll get you a new one, promise,"

"I don't need a new one, it's alright. Was just a little accident, not your fault. Why don't you go sit down on the bed and have some water while I get this cleared up?" I suggested.

Harry thought about it for a few seconds before he walked over to the bed and sat down, his entire body stiff and tense.

I quickly grabbed a broom and got it all swept up before leaving it on the dust tray for later. I walked over to where Harry was. I could rage and sadness boiling inside me as I saw his hands were still trembling and there was a tear going down his cheek. Leaning down, I kissed his cheek softly and wiped away his tear. "You're alright," I whispered to him.

Harry whimpered before he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his head against my stomach. "I'm sorry! I know you wouldn't, I just get stupid sometimes and I can't help it," he cried.

I rubbed his back before I pulled back so I could tilt his head up. "Listen to me, you're not stupid. You're lovely, unique and the best ever. We know this can happen and we'll deal with it every time it does. It is not your fault," I told him firmly.

Harry looked a little unsure but nodded. "I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you too," I told him before leaning down and giving him a kiss. "You want to lie down a bit?" I asked stroking his cheek.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, leaning into my hand - making me smile wider.

"I'll do whatever you want. You want me to lie down with you or give you some space?" I asked.

"Don't leave! Lie down with me please?" Harry grabbed onto my t-shirt and looked up at me with wide eyes.

"It would be my pleasure and honour," I gave him another kiss before taking off his slippers and lifting up the covers for him. He crawled under them and turned to look at me. I took off my own slippers and got under the blankets too, humming as Harry moved as close as possible.

Harry wiped his eyes and held on tightly. "I love you. Don't leave me okay? I promise I'll do better," he whispered.

"Never leaving, my love. And you don't have to be sorry or change for me. I love you. I support you, and I got you. Together we can handle anything," I told him, holding him close.

"Okay," he whispered back quietly.

[daaydreamy]

subbry finally getting to come after being denied all week

yum 😋

harry whined and dug his nails into y/n’s hips as she rode him, bouncing up and down his cock. he threw his head back and felt that familiar ache in the pit of his stomach, a sign that he was getting close. he let out soft whimpers and moans as he tried to hold back because y/n hadn’t told him if he could come yet.

she had been denying him of an orgasm all week as a punishment. he had been particularly bad which immediately led to that, unfortunately. so harry had to deal with getting hard and not being able to fix it for seven entire days.

“can- can i come? please, i’ve been good.” harry whimpered out.

“yeah, you can come. come in me.” y/n breathed and harry’s eyes widened before thrusting up into her, whining as he came deep inside of her. harry practically trembled as he rode through his orgasm, his noises getting softer and quieter. his orgasm was intense, knocking the air out of his lungs.

y/n came around his cock after he did, making harry whimper from the sensitivity he felt.

[watermelonlovershigh]

I would love to read more of your soft Dom concepts. If you are comfortable would you write about it but it turns soft at the end? Because I would enjoy reading it.

I love your writing so much <3

Ok but not exactly how i wrote that first concept in this post. Becasue like i said i don't write agressive Harry. I can like i did there, but would rather not contiune it.

What I am comfortable with his some dirty talk, fucking (more so pounding instead of gentle thusting), overstimulation, and that's it. I'm not into choking, edging, or slapping really either. So it wouldn't be much of a dom would it. That's why i said from the start i don't really write Harry as a dom. I'm more into subbry.

But you can send in a request and i can tell you if i'm comfortable writting it or not >>>>

[444names]

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[gurugirl]

Haven’t read part 5 yet but went through your page and I agree with anon.. THANK you for not making him super subby. Not to kink shame but the whole mommy and all affiliated subspace isn’t appealing in my eyes so this was perfect for me personally

It’s okay! We all like different things honestly! I’m never big on subbry myself but it really just is a preference. I’m not against it either and wouldn’t mind exploring different dynamics.

I hope you like part 5! Thank you so much, babe 💕💕

Xoxo

[whitemancumslut]

Temporary Fix (18+)

summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate’s girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.

warnings (18+) cheating!reader, possessive!longhair!harry, talks of explicit photos of reader, smut, whole thing is unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), fingering, cum eating

It all started with a late night in Boston.

Sitting on Harry’s hotel bed, his tall long haired figure sat, head held down.

You and Liam had a very bad disagreement so when dramatically stormed out you headed to Harry’s hotel room… only to find him in distress.

"It’s just-" He shook his head, curls swaying side to side, just wanting to get the thought of gripping them as he devoured your cunt out of your head whist this moment passed.

"She drove me fucking crazy," He expressed angrily, his accented voice grumbling. Your soft fingers caressed the back of his left one, lighting him up like hot coal. His voice of anger, deep and agitated, oddly turning you on. Clenching your thighs together as you comforted him. "Harry I’m so-" This was closer than you guys have ever been since the sexual tension built or since ever. You both knew you shouldn’t be here… this close to him.

You traced the prominent veins in the back of his hand as you thought about how you were somehow calming his nerves. Somehow yours too. Before coming into Harry’s room, you stormed out on Liam after a very long last disagreement. You never told him where you were heading but may he never assume it was to his bandmate, hand in hand.

"You need a distraction. Something to use until you get over this bitch," You told him lowly. Slowly leaning towards the suggestion you wanted to get to, you sighed. Harry just shook his head, "Y/n please-" He didn’t make any effort to move his hand away from yours.

Both of your knees touching, sending enough friction into you to lift the left hand of his you caressed. Laying the large palm upon your large bare thigh, laying it down right where your short skirt ended. Feeling instant warmth, Harry’s mouth falls agape before letting his nails pick your fabric. Mixed emotions filled his featured. Confusion with a devilish smirk growing.

"Use me."

Shocking you both with how the random wave of confidence and now anticipation filled your flesh. "Y/n," He warned. But not in a 'stop' tone it was more 'you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into' tone. Your breath hitched. If you were thinking straight you would apologized and leave like this never happened but you were both too deep to turn back. Your hand hesitantly made its way to his face. The soft palm of yours met his jawline, fingers reaching his long soft hair, shocking you both that you’re going this far. "Use me," Caressing his cheek you continued, "As a distraction," The way he was looking at you made you want to jump on him. His pink lips twitched, hesitating to smirk.

The room was all of a sudden silent. You took it upon yourself, to stand up and step in front of him. Harry’s head turnt up to keep eye contact He didn’t know what was happening but he wasn’t complaining. Taking a step forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. His shoulder get a nice squeeze from your fingers before some played with the curls in the back of his head. Harry slowly raised his hands his hands and placed them on the back of your bare thighs, pushing you into the space between his thighs. "What are you saying? You saying you want me to- What? Tell me, pretty," His voice husky, making your tummy do backflips. Hiding a little school girl giggle that’ll make you seem pathetic, you scrunched your skirt up.

Harry’s eyes pry down from your eyes to your bare thighs at were exposed. He closed his legs a bit, knowing your plan, allowing you to set yourself on his lap. Calves resting on either side of his thigh, you pressed your core against him. "Take all your emotions out on me. When your angry, upset, irritated… happy." Your hands meet the back of his head, two fingers running through the tight curls in his head.

His smirk grew, "Do you know what you’re asking for, love? Willing to let me have you?"

"Well, you’re going to have to share me remember?" You teased, smiling, quickly peaking down to look at his pink lips. "I don’t like sharing," He grumbled, pressing his hands to your lower back, pushing you closer to his figure. When he looked down to your peaking cleavage and your bare thighs beneath, his breath hitched. "But I guess I’ll have to, hmm?"

"Mhm," You hummed in your sweet, delicate voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. All of the tension finally broken. When you kissed it was like a bolt of electricity.

He tasted the mango flavored lip balm on your soft lips, getting a long lasting taste when his tongue collides with yours. His hands trail lower, down to your ass. The skirt’s fabric making it impossible for him to the get full satisfaction… not that he wasn’t happy with what he was receiving. Heads moving side to side as the kiss grew sloppy. You wrapped your lips around his tongue, sliding it out of your mouth. Breaths uneven, soon to be caught. "Let’s get this off baby." Baby.Your stomach turns and suddenly you forget all about your boyfriend who is just a couple of rooms down from the one you were making out with his bandmate in.

You nod in response, obeying his request. Pulling up your shirt over your head with Harry’s assistance. When your shirt was thrown somewhere across the room his eyes flung to your cleavage. As if it was two sizes too small, your boobs practically spilled out the bra like they were being suffocated. Didn’t even have to tell you, you pushed your skirt off as well leaving you in your black panties. "Oh my fuck. God you’re perfect," He huffed out, attaching his swollen lips back to yours.

Sliding his large hands up to harshly grope your breast, you gasp against his lips. He groaned against you when you accidentally grind against his hard. Reattaching your lips with his as Harry’s hands unclasp your bra from behind. The cold air hardens your nipples, a whimper shakily leaves your lips as you bump your body against his clothed chest. He pulls away from your face to look at your boobs, taking them in his large hands. "Shit," Harry curses under his breath. "Lay down for me baby," He releases his grip on your breast allowing you to place yourself on the bed.

Laying out on the cold sheets, your boobs recoil as you breathed heavily. Harry crawls so that he’s between your thighs. "Fucking shit, baby. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look laid out in front of me. I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already looking hot and fucked out. God Liam is a lucky fella," He couldn’t stop staring at your tits. The more he stared the more you wanted his touch.

"Harry touch me please," You swarmed when he began to crawl closer. Without answering, he passed you a devilish smirk before going tongue first and pressing a hard kiss against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, tasting him as he tasted you. Your hand meeting his long hair that dangled and tickled the side of your face. He pulled away but not letting you go a second without satisfaction. He placed burning hot kisses on to your neck. Teeth brushing pass your skin feverishly as he left wet sloppy kisses on your skin with a little sucking in between.

"N-no- God, right there," You moaned and whimpered as he continue to find your spot around your collarbone. "N-no marks, Harry," You told him with your strained voice. His lack of response tells you he didn’t hear you. "Harry-"

"I know what I’m doing, love."

Was all he said.

His tongue was hot against your stomach as he pressed kisses down to your core. "Harry, please," You whined.

Harry stared at your cunt through the now see through panties. You were so soaked that you can now see your aching cunt. Cursing under his breath, Harry slides your panties off watching your cunt come to color. "My cunt now," He claimed lowly. "Ye’ hear me baby girl?"

"Yes," Your voice was whiny. So wanting him to just fuck you already and skip the foreplay.

"What I say?"

"Your cunt now." Can you please- Harry," You whined. Swarming in front of him, he forcefully held your down with his arms weight in his wrist. "What you want, gorgeous, hmm? My mouth?"

You hummed a desperate yes as you peaked down at him. He runs his hands through his long hair before letting his nose brush against your bare cunt. "Oh, oh-" Harry licks up your slit before wrapping his plumped lips around your aching clit. Letting out an unholy moan and scream combined along with an unbearable whine. "Oh my god!" Harry sucked on your nub hard as you grabbed at the top of his head, practically pushing his head into your cunt.

Harry’s tongue lays around along your cunt sliding down your slit, leaving your swollen clit throbbing. Harry doesn’t let himself neglect your clit. Instead, he places his thumb in replace of his mouth, pressing down and rubbing in a circular motion as his tongue enters your pussy. "Oh my fucking-! Harry, Harry, Harry," You moan his name, praying you were too loud, or to the point people recognized your voice. But you didn’t care.

Harry hummed against your pussy making your legs shake and thighs clenched. Shaking his head as he devoured your cunt tasting your wetness on his tongue. You mewled lowly, trying to gain self control. "Yeah, you know I love them pretty noises, baby. But ye’ can’t be too loud. Your boyfriend’s down the-" Shutting him up and bringing him back down to your cunt. Understanding the message to shut up, Harry thrusted his tongue into you. Curling inside you, his tongue twisted in turned, your moans music to his ears.

Shooting the top of your body up as a shock ran through your body and to your thighs. "Oh my god, oh my god," Your voice shakes just as your thighs. Shock through your body when he hums, amused by your unholy sounds. The muscles in your tummy tightened as Harry pushed his tongue deeper in you getting to feel your walls clench as much as he fucking could. You were so close. "My clit, my clit. Harry, please, fuck," You pleaded for the same affection he gave to your hole to your clit. "Mmh kay baby," He did as you wanted and sucked your clit harder and harder. His lips must’ve looked so pretty sucking on your swollen nub.

Your body began to shake as you feel yourself getting worked up. "I’m cumming, I’m going to cum. Harry," You called out for him as your thighs shakes against the sheets as you let them collapse.

"I got you baby. Cum f’me, I got you," The words comforted you as you experienced your high. Your chest rises heavily as the knot in your stomach consisted as you released the ooz from throbbing cunt. You huffed out, breath hitching in your throat when you feel Harry’s tongue at the rim of your hole. Not letting the cum go to waste, eating his cause as you mewled weakly.

"Taste so fucking sweet, baby."

He came up from between your legs to get a good view of your face. Your breathing still uneven and your expression is still in disbelief.

"You look so hot," He said hovering over your trembling body. Resting his left palm on the side of your head where some strands of your hair laid upon the white bedsheets and his other hand met the opposite side’s breast. You hissed as he pinched your nipple ever so lightly. So sensitive to touch, you whine his name. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" Your eyes widen. You immediately wanting more of what he has to offer. Your cunt still recovering from your previous orgasm.

"Yes please. That’s exactly what I want, Harry. Please, yes. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. I’m on the pill, just fuck me please," You spoke fast. The words spilled out like they’ve been built up for forever. Harry’s smirk grew as big as it can get. "’M gonna give ye’ what ye want, pretty. ‘Cause you deserve it, ye’?" You nodded. "Been such a good girl f‘ me. Let me devour your pretty pink cunt till you let the whole hotel know my name, huh?" Cocky little shit. And it was hot.

Harry crawled back and off the bed. You’d never past up the opportunity to see Harry strip. Resting on your elbows, catching him in the middle of the process of eliminating his shirt. Your tummy turns at the sight of the hidden tattoos that you admire whenever you possibly can.

He looks up at you as you practically drool over the belt of his pants being knocked somewhere in the room. He tugged down his skinny jeans, that added 2x the amount of pressure against his hard, enlarged cock. Removing the pants and being left in his briefs.

The large indent in his briefs and the breed of precum that tinted the color of the briefs makes you swallow harshly. Harry pulls down the briefs, feeling instant relief when his cock is set free, slapping against his stomach. It was big.

Almost wanting to go jumping at it and shove it balls deep in your mouth if possible.

He was really big. A raging thick vein spread out around his cock. His pink mushroom headed tip had a tear of precum dripping on it’s sides. "Oh my god," You gulped. Throwing your head back wondering how that was going to actually fucking destroy your pussy you would have no way to lie to your boyfriend about this.

Harry smirked crawling over you. And you soon realized his hair wasn’t dangling in his face and that he somehow managed to tie it up without you realizing. "I’m going to fuck this cunt so bad. Can’t wait to have you clenching around my fat cock like you did my tongue, hmm?"

You nodded leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. "Just do it," You knew he was going to spread your cunt into two.

"Ready?"

You nodded, reassuring him you were ready. Harry let his cock slide down your folds, the hard tip making you whimper. Harry slides his tip in, immediately stretching your hole. Earning a tiny whimper from you and a full out scream when he pushes himself half way inside of you. Your pussy cries for justice as his cock isn’t even fully buried. "Oh my god! Please, fuck! More, Harry, do it," You moaned.

Harry took your words and pulled himself to the point where he was at your entrance, tip still in. Harry slammed himself full length, balls deep into your cunt. You mewled loudly, tears escaping the hold of the lids. You cried out his name as he thrusted in and out of you.

"God baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry. Feels good?" He thrusted into you roughly, his balls slapping against your skin.

"F-Feels so fucking g-good, Harry. Oh my gosh! I feel you, it feels so good," You cried. "Where does it feel good baby? Tell me, hmm?"

You looked down and laid your palm on your core to your mid stomach. "Right here. You’re so deep in me. Feels like you’re in my tummy," You moaned. Harry’s thrust continued, he groaned loudly when your cunt clenched around his dick. Throwing his head back, Harry stretched your leg along with him. When he came to look at you, he laid his large hot palm against your stomach, pressing down. "Right here?"

"Y-yea. Right there."

It was like a heart beating hardly in your stomach. He kept pounding into you as moans and whimpers were being muffled in your mouth. "God. Bet Liam can’t fuck you like this, hmm angel?" You shook your head, "N-no." You’ve never felt this full. Your hole was stretched larger than it’s ever been. It hurt like shit but it felt so good. "I’ve been waiting so long to stuff such a tight cunt."

"I’m going to use you like the little whore you are," The degrading words sending a whirl on your tummy and you moan in response. "Please," You moan as you run into the brink of your second orgasm. "I’m so so so close."

How were you going to walk the next morning?

Ever since that night in Boston, he did as you said and used you. How you managed to get up that morning and work through the pain was above you both. But the agreement stayed. Whatever it was… quick fucks in the bathroom, a hard slow sensual neck kiss, an accidental rub against the thigh, he found a way to get near you. Just to touch you. After that night, you were like a drug. He was addicted to you. Harry couldn’t help but grow very possessive over you. Harry knew that he was going to have to share you. And shit, did it bug him whenever he has seen you two getting way too comfortable in front of him. Getting very angry whenever he sees you being close and cuddly with Liam. Whenever you can’t tend to him because you’re tending to Liam.

Even after a week and a half of the arrangement, Harry had watched as Liam had his hands just a couple of inches away from your ass as you placed a soft peck against his lips. You guys were sitting at the end of the lounge couch. You curled up in Liam’s side as he rested his palm against your lower back. He kissed you and you practically held back a gagged. You couldn’t help but grow a bitter taste in your mouth whenever he kissed you now that Harry was in the picture. Knowing Harry was observing every little thing you did with Liam and adding on for reasons to punish you later. Just the night before, Harry had claimed you as his. You still had the bruise on your ass and the marks on your core that gave the certification. He made you his, and only his. Maybe it was in the moment but he knew that you being just his wasn’t so possible with your current relationship status. But he was making it work. He swore he better not catch you with any marks from Liam, or any news that you fucked him. Or you would be in for it. When you’d look over at him and his long hair is being swung to one side and he has that mean look on his face. You would know when he’s feeling antsy or jealous when his nose flares and he does that eyebrow raise. His face would say, "Wait for tonight," and you’d gulp down in embarrassment, completely flushed.

When you both began to get very comfortable with the arrangement, one day, you took it upon yourself to send Harry some explicit photos of you. Photos of you half naked in the mirror. Cleavage, unbearable, against your chest, your body in view just enough to rile him up.

Harry Holy shit

Harry DID YOU JUST GET OUT THE SHOWER??

Harry ???

Y/n Going in the shower now

Harry Facetime me please

Harry Y/n pick up your phone

Harry Y/n that fucking photo

Harry You’re fucking thighs should be fucking wrapped around my head suffocating me right now

Harry You’re so fucking thick and pretty baby god

Smiling when you see his name popping up to FaceTime for the second time now, declining.

Y/n Can’t FaceTime right now. He’s sleeping.

Y/n I would answer but YOU don’t know how to stay quiet

Harry I’ll be quiet

Harry I promise

Harry Just answer baby please

You answered. How could you deny a "Baby please"? It was tempting not to just run over to his room and have him fuck you senseless.

Harry’s text would get really amusing to watch coming through your phone. The amount of times he needed you when you were tending to Liam is endless.

Harry Come to my room now, angel

Harry Come to me now

Harry Baby

Your personal favorite text is when he couldn’t control himself. When he needed you so bad his text began to get really specific in needs.

Harry So hard thinking about you. Can you come down to my room now? I don’t want to wait all tonight.

Harry Your ass looks so perfect in those shorts baby. So fucking hot

Harry Didn’t get the chance to say how much i loved your outfit.

Harry Your boobs look amazing.

You You were staring?🤨

Harry When am I not? I always stare at you baby

Harry Just a quick fuck right now

Harry Come on.

Harry Let’s go

Harry where the fuck are you

Shoving you into the bathroom, mouth instantly meeting your neck to place a harsh, kiss with the softest lips you can ever experience to your smooth skin. Harry anomalistically leaves hot kisses and marks of his tongue on your neck. "So what? Too busy fucking him to answer your bloody phone, huh?" His voice deep and raspy. Turning you around, untucking your white top from your skirt.

"I’m- I’m sorry." You whimpered, biting back the smirk that was growing as he manhandled you. The thought of getting caught with his bandmate’s girlfriend definitely startled Harry, don’t get him wrong. He was a big name and just one little thing or one big thing like this could fuck up his reputation. It was sneaky, and you liked it. Harry groped your large breast roughly, "Turn around," You did as told. "You know you’re not sorry. Too busy being a little cheating slut," His words making you moan and curse that him calling you such a degrading word made your core turn. The sound of his belt metal slapping and swinging around made your body shake as you were swung over the bathroom sink.

Harry slides your skirt up, a low groan leaving his throat at the view of your naked cunt. "Shit, no panties today? Who’d you do this for, hmm?" Harry ran his middle finger between your slick folds feeling warmth, spreading your wetness along your cunt as you dropped. "All for you, H." Harry grinned. "Having your bare cunt out f’me? Such a fucking slut. My little whore, is that right baby?"

"Y-y-yeah. I’m your whore," You arched your back holding on to the edge of the counter for leverage, Harry's fingers pound into you. His thick index and middle finger thrust into you, clenching around him instantly. Your hole still stretched from the night before and your walls suffocating his fingers like they were in a chokehold, making him groan as he began to move them in a ‘come hither’ motion. "Oh my god," You hissed out holding your mouth and muffling your devilish mewl. "Please, please. Faster, H. Faster," You got what you requested. Harry’s fingers moved faster and faster in you. Once again, it was like a little beat in your stomach. Harry knew how to make you feel things you’ve never felt before when sexually active, and you couldn’t be more grateful he had a mouth and fingers of a god.

"God you’re clenching around my fingers. I wish we had some more time so I could bury my cock in there." You whined, "Please. Fuck me, please," Your hooded eyes looked at him through the mirror hung in front of you. He hovers behind you, his fingers still thrusting, his lips adjusted above your ear. Pressing a gentle kiss against it, he whispers, "As if I didn’t split you and your tight cunt into two last night. Wasn’t enough, hmm?"

"No, no. Please- Fuck," You cried quietly, squeezing your legs together as your stomach tightened. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," The more you cursed the faster he went. Kissing down your neck and pressing himself against you. "You know I can’t fuck you right here baby. But god don’t you feel so good," He purred looking up in the mirror to see you completely blissed out. Mouth hung open, eyes clothed shut. He slapped his palm against your hip activating your weak legs.

Times like those were the times Harry could only squeeze in so little time with you.

It was rare for you to text Harry for a fuck. The main reason you would have texted him was when you and Liam had a another disagreement that turned into something more than what it should’ve.

Y/n Where are you right now? Are you in your room???

Harry Yes

Not so long after that, Liam arrives at Harry’s hotel room door. "Have ye’ seen Y/n? I can’t find ha’" Liam panicked. Harry put on a phony act.

"Uh- I think she was heading down stairs. She sounded pretty upset early. I think she said she was going on a walk to clear her mind before we had rehearsal. Y’all got into it, huh?"

"Ye’ I fucked up, mate. I really did," Liam shook his head before Harry wished him good luck on finding you and ran down to the hotel’s floor elevator. As for Harry, he shut the door and turned around to see spread out across his bed. Naked and ready to be his first meal of the day.

Having your phone on "Do Not Disturb" all day and sliding down on his text was your way of hiding his text. Some days you’d silence his text completely.

Harry Okay, can you unmute my text now

You you’re unmuted

Harry Thank you. Meet me in 20

You Sure

Harry Wasn’t a question.

Harry did not care. He was so reckless with the text. Knowing Liam was so trusting of you and your loyalty, he texted so freely.

Times when Harry felt it was time to soften his dominance were sometimes your favorite.

Harry I need to see you right now

Harry Quickie??????????

You A very very quick one

Harry Thanks love

You Harry. I’m not playing. Quick!

Was not quick.

At one point you and Liam’s relationship wasn’t going well. Having you to get your own hotel room instead of share because you needed space and also a way to sneak out to see Harry some nights.

You got out of Harry’s bed throwing on your bra and panties before he could complain. But it was too late. "Y/nnnnn," He whined out. His morning voice was deep and groggy. When you turned around to look at him, he was shirtless against the bed’s headboard. Harry in a man-bun but loose strands everywhere from his reckless sleeping. Harry admired your body, "You know…" He began and you let out a loud exaggerated sigh.

Harry rolled his eyes spinning his legs over the bed and walking over to your half naked body. Holding on to your waist. "I didn’t know this sharing stuff would be hard. I know we’re just fucking as a distraction to my failed love life but I don’t like sharing." You snort out a laugh at his comment about his love life and look up at him to see his dead serious expression.

"I-Well- You don’t have to worry about that much longer, H. Promise," You told him and his eyes widen. "Are you breaking up with him?" Harry’s voice was low like there was another soul in the room and you gave him a little giggle in response.

"Not for you. Don’t get cocky," You teased lightly, only a partial lie. "But yeah. I just feel like it’s bound to happen. So don’t worry, you’d get me all to yourself in no time," Wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his bare chest, his breath hitched. "Mmh, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?"

After that morning, Harry couldn’t get the fact that you were officially breaking up with Liam out of his head. Harry grew more passionate in the arrangement and that wasn’t the plan. He wouldn’t say he caught feelings but definitely got more affectionate and all sex turned into some meaningful kisses that were never spoken upon.

TEMPORARY FIX PART TWO SNEAK PEAK HERE!

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Good Boy

WC: 1.4k 

warnings: smut, sub!harry, rimming, language, a little bit of edging, he’s a brat for about two seconds

“So sit down, and listen to me like a good boy.” she says, watching as Harry rolls his eyes. She scoffs because she knows it’s all an act, but also because she knows he’ll regret this later, when he’s on his second denial and begging her to just ‘please, baby let me come’. She knows he’ll regret it. 

“No? This is how we’re doing it tonight? Alright then.” She loves it when Harry is soft and submissive and just does whatever she wants off the bat, but she can’t deny the fun in making him submit. She knows he loves it too. 

Harry, is on cloud nine, he loves this, he lives for it. Being forced to submit, making her hurt him. Gives him a high like no other, really gets him going. Sometimes he regrets being smart with her when he’s on third orgasm, or his third denied orgasm, but still, he loves it. 

“Go sit on the bed.” 

“Fucking make me.” Every time they’re done with playing, Harry always thinks back to how he spoke to her and regrets every second of it, but in the moment, he just wants to feel the high. The pain, the pleasure, anything she’ll give him he’ll take. 

“Yeah? S’what you want?” she challenges, watching as his facade cracks a little. 

“S’what I just fuckin’ said, isn’t it?” His bored tone is accompanied by an eyeroll. And he can see it in her eyes that she’s about to snap. 

“Right then.” 

All in a matter of seconds she’s in front of him, and although he towers over her, he instantly feels small under her gaze. He attempts to break eye contact but he can barely move before her hand harshly grips his jaw. He swallows down a whimper, trying to seem at least a little composed, but she can see in his eyes that he’s struggling. 

“Look at you, so pretty. What a shame you’re such a fucking brat. I miss my good boy.” she pouts, giving her best acting performance. 

The words are like a knife to his chest, ‘I miss my good boy.’ and he knows he’s on the verge of losing this little unspoken game they’ve got going on. 

“Makes me so sad. So sad when I don’t have my good boy. Wish he were here to please me.” he almost wants to cry. He never wants to make her sad, all he wants is to please her, to make her feel good. 

“Think he’s in there somewhere? Hmm? Can you get him for me?” she says. She punctuates her sentence with a harsh yank to his hair and he knows he’s going to be ashamed later for the broken whimper that came out of him. 

He knows he already lost. 

“Yeah, I’m here. M’your good boy, I promise.” his voice is barely above a whisper but he knows she’s heard him based on how she scratches his scalp gently. 

“Go sit on the bed, honey.” she says again, and this time he doesn’t even waste a second before he listens, “all fours. Good boy.”

As soon as she says that he knows this could go two ways, either she’s gonna play with his bum which nearly has him salivating at the thought, or she’s gonna punish him for being such a brat earlier, which he doesn’t want, but he figure a few spanks won’t be too bad. 

She rubs her hand on his ass and he tenses up, worried that what she does next might be bordering on the more painful side of painful pleasure. 

“Don’t worry, my sweet boy. Just wanna lick into you. Can I do that?”  she says, keeping her voice soft and comforting. 

He’s putty now and they both know it. At the prospect of anything to do with his ass he’s a puddle on the floor for her. “Yes. Please, please.” 

“‘Kay, baby.” 

He’s fisting at the sheets in anticipation. She went into the bathroom and just left him waiting on the bed. He knows that she’s doing jack shit in there, just wanting to keep him waiting. He’s very impatient, something that she’ll never be able to really train him on. Always been impatient when it comes to his girl and feeling good. That will never change. 

He jumps when he hears her voice, her sultry and somehow also calm voice that has him leaking onto the sheets, “ready for me, pretty boy?” 

“So ready. Just want you, please.” she hears the change in his tone and she walks around the bed to see his face. As soon as she looks into his eyes she can tell he’s on his way under. As soon as she gets her mouth on him he’s probably gonna be floating and just in case, she wants to warn him. 

“You look a bit fuzzy, love.” 

“Feel fuzzy.” he whispers back and she smiles softly at him, “kiss, please” he mumbles and she wastes no time connecting their lips, giving him what she thinks is enough to tide him over until after they’re done playing.

“Gonna lick your pretty little hole now, hmm?” she whispers and he nods in the mattress whining impatiently. 

As soon as her tongue touches him he lets out a keening moan, already starting to push his hips back up against her, craving more of the divine feeling of her tongue licking into him. 

“Oh...baby, please.” he whimpers when her tongue slips into him, prodding and going as deep as she can. 

She breaks apart from him to speak, smirking when his hips search for her mouth, “It feels good, H? Hmm?”

“Yes, yes. It’s so good, just―please, please don’t stop.” He's begging, and he’s not even ashamed. He’s in love with the feeling of her tongue on him, he quite literally cannot get enough. 

She’s really into it, licking and sucking, trying to give him the most possible pleasure. She knows she’s successful by the way he’s gripping the sheets and whimpering gibberish that not even he can understand. He’s so sensitive to touch, so ready to take anything she gives him and she thrives off of it. 

“Feels...feels so good. I’m getting close, honey. I’m―fuck!” She reaches around to tug at his cock, watching as he trembles on the bed. She knows he’s a goner as soon as he starts to feverishly buck his hips, trying to simultaneously get friction on his cock and his hole, “please...please, please.” 

She pulls off and he whines, god he was so close. She could tell. He’s guessing this is his punishment for earlier. 

“How bad do you want it, baby boy?”  she taunts, combing her hands through his curly tendrils, watching as his eyes flutter shut at the sensual touch. 

“Please, angel. I’ll do anything, I’ll―just please let me come, please.” he begs, tears building at the corner of his eyes at the stolen orgasm. “Please baby...need to come so so bad.” 

“Not so tough now, hmm?” he desperately shakes his head no “Think about this next time you wanna act like a brat.” 

“I will, I will. I won’t be a brat, I’m your good boy, please.” He’s proper desperate for it, saying whatever comes to mind, hoping it’ll get him what he so avidly wants. 

“You’re gonna be good? My best boy?” she taunts, her tone deliciously condescending. 

“Yeah. yes. I swear I will. Promise.” he slurs, whimpering when her hand goes back on his cock, giving him slow tugs. 

He’s whining and moaning, obviously wanting something, but he knows she’s gonna need to hear him say it for that to happen. 

“Please. Need your mouth.” he finally says.

When her tongue is back on him his arms damn near give out and he collapses on the bed, he’s leaking in what feels like a steady stream and he feels himself slipping. Slipping away from everything else and just feeling her. 

“B-baby...m’gonna cum. Please let me.” he babbles, he’s completely lost himself at this point and he loves it. Nothing beats this feeling. 

“Go ahead, H. Come for me.” 

It’s only three more strokes of her hand and her tongue that has him trembling and coming all over the sheets, letting out a chorus of beautiful moans and whimpers, telling her that ‘he’s hers, only hers’, letting her hold and kiss him as he comes down, telling him he’s ‘such a good boy’ and that ‘he did so well’. 

“Perfect. So perfect.” he whispers, still swimming in subspace. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” she proposes, but he objects, tugging at her arm and pouting. 

“Stay. Stay, please.” 

“I won’t be lo―” 

“Just for a second, please.” 

“You know I can’t resist when you ask so nicely.” she says with an adoring smile and goes to cuddle with him. Smiling and scratching his scalp gently when he nuzzles into her chest. 

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Request: sweet subbry being adorable Me: writes him having a panic attack

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Subbry in his dorthy costume where he’s in subspace after the show

i'm so so so so sorry this has taken me so long. i hope you like this. i'm not a big fan of how this turned out, but i hope you find this bearable hahaha. welcome to harryween night one.

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The most anticipated shows have finally arrived

Harryfuckinween.

Harry has been working with Harry Lambert to figure out what their band will be wearing and they all decided to dress up as characters from Wizard of Oz. You geeked out when they told you, by told, you mean eavesdropping into their conversation discussing their night one theme. But when you heard them saying Mitch would be the lion you couldn’t hold back your tongue.

Cute but poor Mitch.

 **

Two hours before they go on stage and they are all jamming out and pregaming. By pregaming you mean taking one or two edibles that have 15 mg each, so they will be fine. They aren’t dressed in their costume just yet because they want it to be perfect and not wrinkly before they hit the stage.

You didn’t take any because you didn’t want to spend their performance pinching yourself and telling yourself that ‘this is real. You’re real.’ That happened too many times and tonight isn’t the night. You sat there watching the dysfunctional family Harry introduced you to two years ago. They embraced you into their lives and you will forever be grateful for them.

Harry sees you in the corner of the room, moving your thumbs around on your phone. Harry starts getting a warm feeling in his stomach and he knows that he has to be next to you. He flaunts his pretty ass over to you and sits right next to you.

“Watcha doing?” Harry said, leaning over to see what you’re doing.

You shut off your phone so Harry knows that you have his undivided attention. “I was playing Jewel Blast, but not anymore because I have a pretty boy right next to me.” You lean over giving Harry a peck on his lip. When you pull away Harry eyes brighten and his cheeks start to get a shade of pink.

You watch Harry getting all blushy and when he notices he hides his face in your neck. “I hate it when you make me soft… mommy” Harry mumbled because his face is in between your neck.

Mommy? Did he say mommy?

Before things got serious between you too, you and Harry talked about your guys ‘code words.’ When Harry feels lightheaded or feels funny in his stomach if he’s not sick or anything you guys consider that he’s about to enter his subspace. On top of that he just called you mommy. Now you see him bouncing his legs.

Fuck.

“Baby?” You whispered. Harry doesn’t like loud noises when he is entering his subspace. He doesn’t say anything. He’s still bouncing and feeling his breath fanning your neck.

“Baby, I need you to answer me. If you can’t say anything I want you to bounce your leg. One bounce is ‘yes’, two bounces is ‘no.’ Can you do that for me?” You said hoping Harry could do that for you.

You look down and you see Harry bounce his leg once.

Thank fucking god.

“Are you entering your subspace baby?”

You look around to see if anyone is noticing what’s happening in the corner, thankfully they’re still talking but now Niji decides to go on live. You smile but return your attention back to Harry.

You looked down and noticed that Harry hesitated but he finally bounced his leg once. He can’t know that you’re shitting bricks right now because he needs to be on stage soon. At this rate he probably has an hour and some change left before they have to go on. You realize that Harry needs to have his costume on and someone will be coming in to do his makeup. He needs to be somewhat okay and you’ll do anything to protect your Harry.

“Hey baby. I know you probably don’t want to move but do you think you’ll be able to get up and go to your dressing room? You need to get ready baby.” You said hoping he’ll pull himself up, but you know that’s unlikely.

He bounced his leg twice and dug his face deeper into your neck.

“Awe, is Harry sleepy?” Sarah asked, seeing that Harry's head is hiding in your neck.

“Yeah, I’m going to wake him up so he can get ready for the show.” You smiled at Sarah.

 “Yeah, we should all get ready. Are you sure you don’t want edibles Y/N?  We have a lot left.” She moved her eyebrows so it looks like it’s doing the worm.

 “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” You laughed. Sarah smiles and turns back around to engage in the conservation Pauli is sharing.

You focus your attention on Harry again bringing your hand to his thigh to sooth him. He’s wearing shorts and a hoodie so his tiger thigh is on display. “Do you want me to help you get dressed?” Still rubbing his tiger thigh. After a few seconds of Harry not responding he bounced his leg once.

Thank fucking god.

“Okay. Do you think you can remove your face from my neck? We can hold hands when I walk you to your dressing room. Can you do that?” You asked hoping you’re not pushing him too hard.

He bounced his leg once. Before you could ask him if he was ready, he moved his face from you and got up. His hand is in front of you waiting for you to grasp it. He pulls you up and walks you two to the door. It was so abrupt that it created attention so you told the gang that Harry is going to get dressed. They all whistled.                                                                                                    

“Don’t be too loud.” You heard Mitch before you closed the door.  

Fucking idiots

**

Harry is all dressed up as Dorothy. When you guys got back to Harry's dressing room you talked to him and reassured him knowing that you’re not going to leave him. He wanted you to fuck him to know that he isn’t a waste. You guys are in a time crunch so that will be for another time. He’s still subby but he’s able to interact with people. After you guys had that talk, he was able to put his costume on and the makeup lady was able to do his makeup.

He’s now talkative and functioning. You’re once again sitting down not wearing your costume because let’s just say you want people to see it, not only for the people backstage. You guys’ plan on going to “the box” after the show and you’re super excited about going. Only the elite are allowed to go inside the exclusive club now that you're Harry’s girlfriend you’re able to go inside.

About goddamn time.

They are all dressed up and taking group pictures because deep down Anthony knew after they’re done with their show, they probably won’t be able to sit down. They all groaned but they were having fun with their own mini shoot.

You watched them with a smile on your face watching them make fun of Mitch saying he’ll probably need to take more than one shower. Sarah partook in that by saying he’ll probably need to sleep on the couch. Mitch flipped them off and went back to his stoic look. You turn your phone on to take a sneaky picture so you can have it on your phone, even though Anthony sends you all the pictures in the group chat.

Anthony took the last picture and they all came back to sit down next to you. Everyone had a spot except for Harry. He looks at you and the others. He stomped his foot and everyone including you started to laugh too. He’s so stupid cute. Harry grabs a chair and pulls it to the couch so he isn’t left out. After a couple of minutes, you got up to sit on his lap. The last thirty minutes was filled with you guys talking and making fun of each other.

**

“Get your asses on stage.” Jeff barged in shouting at the band members. They all stood up and walked to the door getting ready to be on stage. You were about to get up, but Harry held on to you, meaning that he needs some time alone with you.

The rest of them walk out knowing that you too want some alone time. You look at Harry seeing that he’s already looking at you.

“Are you okay babe?” You asked playing with Harry’s curls.

“I’m okay. slightly floaty but much better than before.” He said showing off his toothy grin. You smile back feeling comfortable that he’s able to perform.

“That’s great baby. If you need anything just let me know. I will be right there watching you guys.” You reassured him by rubbing his back because you can’t really kiss him without ruining his face.

“I know, Y/N. Thank you.” He pats your thigh.

“I wished you were wearing your costume tonight.” Harry said, looking at you up and down because you’re wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

“Of course you do, but I want people to see me. Don’t worry, you’ll see it when we go to The Box tonight.” You grinned.

He lets out a hum and brings his forehead to yours.

“Remember what I tol-”

“I know. I know.” Harry groaned, removing his forehead from yours and pinching his eyes shut.

“Harry, don't do that. You’re still vulnerable because I didn’t give you the routine I usually give you when you’re in your headspace. Now tell me before Jeff breaks down the door.”

Harry opens his eyes and looks at you. “Look at you whenever I need to.” Harry whispered.

“Good. And?”

“Sing ‘she’s dressed in a banana.’ Harry giggled at that one. You did as well.

“That’s my good boy.” You blew him a kiss.

Before either one of you could even say anything Jeff bangs on the door. “Harold. Ass in the box. Right now. And Y/N stop giving him a boner before the show.” Jeff said through the door.

You got up walking to the door waiting for Harry to walk over to you. He got up and when he finally approached you he grabbed your hand and opened the door. There’s a security officer who has been with you every time you visited Harry to see him perform. Cody makes sure you’re all taken care of while Harry is doing whatever rock stars do with their time.

“Take good care of my petal.” Harry said, giving my hand away to Cody.

“I always do.” Cody said back, giving Harry a sincere smile.

“Love you.” You said to Harry before Cody took you away.

“Love you.” Harry blows a kiss towards your way and starts running away to get his ass in the back.

**

You’re behind the stage behind Sarah. Majority of the night you’ll probably be seeing Harry ass but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He has a perfect ass. Elio would probably want a piece of that ass.

The entire arena starts chanting for Harry to get out of the box. Everyone in this venue and everyone online is waiting to see what Harry will be dressed as for Halloween. He made a big deal about it during his interview so we all know it can’t be his classic suspenders.

Everyone was screaming until they heard Harry's intro. The whole arena was dead silent but soon afterwards came with horrific screams. You had to cover your ears. At this moment you wished you took Harry's advice about wearing headphones.

Out of nowhere Harry is on stage and everyone loses their shit including yours. You couldn’t get enough of how Harry grace the stage. He belongs on the stage and you belong to him.

Harry sings two songs before he talks to his fans. He was rocking out to Adore You when he danced to face the people behind him he saw you and he licked his thumb and gave you his shimmy shimmy dance during Adore You. You blew him a kiss and he winked back right back at you. He seems alright. He’s doing a good job managing his subspace.

When Adore You ended everyone was screaming including you. He’s always beautiful on stage, but Harry knows you go feral when he wears dresses or skirts. You can’t help but think back to this year when you guys went on a date. He wore black plaid skirt with ripped tights. Before you guys got to your main course you forced him inside the bathroom and sucked him off. He came so fast and you milked him enough to make sure there was nothing left.

You watch Harry thanking his fans and you realize Harry was watching himself through the big ass screen above the stage. You weren’t sure what he was looking at but you didn’t have to wonder any longer.

“I look cute.” While he skipped. 

This man knew exactly what he was doing. This prick.

**

Everyone was in the room when you got there. They were all on their high and you couldn’t be any happier for them. When Harry noticed your presence he ran up to you, before you could even praise him his mouth was on your mouth. The kiss was needy and rushed. You wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his arm around your waist. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He pulls away and looks at you. His eyes are telling you that he needs your approval. If you asked him to do something he’ll do it without a single thought. At this moment you know he’s still vulnerable. The outside people wouldn’t notice, but you do.

You scratch the back of his hair and he immediately closes his eyes and lets out a whimper.

“You were such a pretty boy on stage tonight.” You whispered making sure no one else heard it. He opens his eyes and is slightly teary.

“Was I? Did I make you proud mommy?” Not breaking eye contact from yours.

“You made me so proud baby. I loved it.” You kiss him so he knows that you’re not lying.

He moans into the kiss and you swipe your tongue on his bottom lip and detach your mouth from his. He groaned which you gave him a pointed look.

“Let’s go baby. Let’s sit with our friends.”

He nods his head and you lead the way. They saw you guys coming so they all scooch over to give you two some room. Harry sits down first and you sit on his lap. Your body is sideway and your arm is around his neck so you can scratch and soothe the back of his head. He loves it when you play with his hair.

“Welcome welcome welcome folks.” Pauli said, giving you his can of Bud Light.

You took the drink from him and gave him a wink. Harry pulls you closer and you roll your eyes and take a sip of the beer.

“I’m so excited to go to The Box tonight. It will be my first time going there.” Niji said, rubbing his hands back and forth.

“You will love it. I sure do.” You said and everyone gave you a whistle and started to fan themselves.

“What’s your costume going to be?” Sarah said and everyone in the room started chipping in.

“I don’t want to give it away.” You tossed your head back giving it a whole dramatic moment. Everyone groaned.

“Harry, tell us. What’s our minx wearing tonight?” Ny scooted over.

You feel Harry’s body tensing up. That remark wouldn’t have bothered him if he wasn’t in his subspace. You intervene to hopefully help him out.

“Well… let’s just say my baby will be attached to me. That’s all I’m saying.” You sip your beer. They all glared and smiled.

“It’s officially they will be the hottest couple in the box. Can I get an amen?” Pauli said.

“Amen.” Everyone joined in.

You guys went back to talking about how excited you guys are to perform again on actual Halloween night. After a couple of minutes, you realize it’s almost 12 and you guys should be packing up and leaving.

“I think we should get ready. Meet at the lobby at 1?” You off of Harry looking around to see if they all agreed. They all nodded and started getting up.

You all started throwing things away and cleaning up and making sure the common area is all cleaned. However, we all have our own private rooms so we have to clean that up as well.

You all went to your own separate ways but promised each other that we'll be ready at 1. You and Harry are in your dressing room shoving things in your guy’s duffle bags. Harry has been quiet but he’s been functional so that’s a plus. You decided you guys will talk when you too are in your hotel room.

You look around to make sure that everything is cleaned out and there isn’t any trance of you and Harry. You see Harry holding yours and his bags. He isn’t looking at you, just staring at the floor, still dressed as Dorothy.

You walk up to him because he seems like he has spaced out. You touched his hand and he slightly jolted.  “Hey, pumpkin. Are you okay?” You asked trying to look at him but he’s hiding his face away from you.

“Hey, I need you to look at me. We don’t have enough time. What’s wrong?”

He finally lifts his head up and takes a deep breath.

“Are you serious about me being attached to you tonight? I really need my mommy.” He said in a whisper.

You were taken aback. You bring your hands to his face so you can fully see him.

“You don’t want to go tonight? It’s okay if you don’t want to. We can stay in and-”

“No. No. No. I want to go. I really do… I just want to be by your side tonight. I don’t want you to leave me.”

Deep down you were happy that he still wanted to go because you had this whole outfit planned with him for this night. However, you couldn’t help but feel bad that he felt that he needed to say that. He knows that you’ll always be by his side.

“Oh baby. You will be my pretty maid for the night and I will have you on a leash. You’re not going anywhere dollface.”

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SUBBRY

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