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Attending university has always been an escape for you. It meant starting fresh without knowing anyone and having the opportunity to meet new people. In the four years that you have attended, you have managed to meet an excellent group of people who have become some of your closest friends. Although the workload was tough at times, you wouldn’t change what you have experienced for anything. You have done so many things throughout these four years attending but one thing that caused butterflies in your stomach was the secret fling that you had with your literature professor, Mr. Styles.

The day you walked in on your first day of class you could not believe your eyes. To say he was handsome was an understatement. Every girl in his class had a crush on him and always tried to flirt or capture his attention. Of course, being the professional that he is he ignored it. Due to being afraid to say or do anything you laid low and minded your business. You went to class, did your schoolwork, and tried not to draw attention. This caught his attention though. Every other day he saw the way you snuck into the classroom and took a seat right in the middle where he saw you perfectly. He saw how you paid attention to his every word during the lecture and how you furrowed your eyebrows in concentration while taking notes.

With every assignment you submitted, he would write cute comments on how well you did. At times, he would write down his opinions on your choice of topics on your written assignments to challenge you. For a while, your notes to one another were passed back and forth with every assignment that was given. Notes then turned to stolen glances and small smiles here and there. Everything then turned into him asking you to stay after class. The first time you were nervous and rejected the invitation. Then, you accepted, deciding to have some fun.

These secret meetings after class were innocent at first. You both spoke about the different books you enjoyed reading and what he enjoyed. You also got to know one another little by little. You were able to see a different side to him that no one else knew and that, for some reason, turned you on. With every class you had, you dressed up more for him and he noticed. With just one look he gave you, he would pin you to your seat and make you feel hot.

During today’s lecture, you could not keep your eyes off him. His trousers fit perfectly, and his button-down shirt fit so nicely against his toned body. His hair was not too long compared to the last class which meant he got a trim. He wore his reading glasses today which he knew you liked. “Alright class I think that would be all for today’s lecture. No homework will be assigned today so you are all free to enjoy your weekend. You’re free to go,” he dismisses the class. You sit back, your legs crossed over the other and watch as the students stand up and make their way out of the classroom. As to not raise suspicion, you slowly gathered your stuff and waited as the last few students exited.

You watch him slowly walk to the door and close it before locking it, shutting the blinds on the small door window. Leaning back on your seat, you watch as he walks up the small stairs of the classroom until he is finally standing in front of you. “Hi,” he whispers making you let out a small chuckle. “Hello Professor Styles,” you look up at him, your gaze meeting his. These beautiful green eyes that you have learned to love. “You know, I’m not sure if having you in my class is a blessing or a curse,” he says crouching down to your level. His voice went down an octave as he took you in with his eyes. “Well, if you think it’s a curse, I have to apologize since I am obligated to take this course,” you say. A small smile played on his lips, his hand reaching up to touch your knees. He started tracing small circles on your thighs, the touch making your breathing pick up, but not enough to raise any suspicions.

“You’re a distraction in my class,” he says. “I’m just sitting here,” you say. “Yes, but your beauty is a distraction. Your presence,” he whispers, leaning closer to you with every word he says. “You look at me as I give my lectures…I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” he whispers, your eyes fixating on his lips, and then eyes. “I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he says, his lips barely touching yours at this moment. “H-Harry,” you whispered right before he placed his lips against yours.

Your body felt on fire, his hands roaming up your legs, pushing your dress up to uncover more. Your hands instantly went up to cup his face, feeling the small stubble that was growing back. “You’re intoxicating,” he whispers against your lips. “Harry…wait…someone can walk in,” you mumbled against his lips. “The door is locked my love,” he says, kissing his way down your neck. A small whimper fell from your lips as he sucks the skin right below your ear. “Let me taste you,” he breathes in. “Right now?” you gasp, feeling his fingers tease you against your panties.

‘Right. Now,” he says kneeling. Your body reacting to his touch was the only answer he needed. He looped his fingers on your panties and slid them down your legs, the frigid air hitting you as he spread them. “I’m gonna keep these,” he says fisting your panties in his hand before placing them inside his pocket. His fingers teased the area on your inner thigh, getting closer and closer until they reached your lips. Your breathing caught in your throat as he blew air on your wet cunt. “May I?” he asks through hooded eyes. “Y-yes,” you answer. He brought his lips closer and in one swift move he attached his lips to your wetness, a moan escaping your lips as your head hung back in pleasure. His tongue circling your clit, the sound of your wetness the only sound being heard.

He sucked your clit and devoured you fully. You loved his tongue on you, reminiscing the many times he has eaten you out. He withdrew his mouth and sucked on his fingers before slowly inserting them inside you. “Fuck” you whispered watching him looking right at you as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Your wet walls squeezing his fingers penetrating you. He bought his lips back to your swollen clit and sucked, his fingers curling inside you. The grip on the chair handles tightened your knuckles turning white as you suppressed the moans that were threatening to spill out of you. “Mmm, you taste so delicious", he mumbled before picking up the pace on both his hands and mouth.

His tongue flicked your clit aggressively your legs beginning to shake as your orgasm approached. With his free hand, he grabbed your hand and lifted it towards his hair. He loved it when you played with his hair. Your grip on his hair tightened earning a low growl from him sending vibrations throughout your whole body. “Fuck, I’m gonna-,” you breathlessly start saying before you came on his fingers. Your head resting against the chair, your legs closing around his head as you rode out your orgasm. Harry did not stop until he cleaned every drop.

Once he finished, he lifted his head away from your legs. “Fuck, that was delicious. Care to taste?” he asked, bringing his glistening fingers up to your lips. Without a response, you sat up, took hold of his hand, and sucked on his two fingers that had just previously been inside you. He watched you intently, your eyes closing as you swirled your tongue around his fingers.

“Mmm. You are right. I do taste good,” you say, standing up, your waist face to face with his face. “Thank you for your fun lesson professor. Can’t wait until the next one,” you tease, grabbing your belongings and walking down the stairs. “You’re such a tease,” you hear him say, making you smile in satisfaction. “Have a great rest of your day Professor Styles,” and with that, you exited the classroom, thankful that no one was roaming the halls.

“We’re so gonna have fun tonight", Katie squealed as she finished getting ready. Tonight, a bunch of your friends and you decided to go out into town to a nightclub. It was Katies boyfriends' birthday and they all wanted to go out. As you finished getting ready yourself, you could not help but think about what had happened earlier in Harry’s class. Just the thought of Harry’s head between your thighs made you flustered.

You finished your makeup by applying a little bit of blush on your cheeks, not that you needed much anyway since they were already pink due to your thoughts from earlier. You got up and adjusted your little black dress. “You look so hot”, Katie said, finishing up her makeup. “Thanks, babe. You look hot too. Josh won’t be able to keep his hands off of you in that number”, you compliment her. “Well that’s what I’m hoping for”, she giggled looking back at herself in her mirror.

Once you were both ready, you gathered your belongings and took an Uber to the club, where you would meet up when everybody else. Once there, you waited for Joan to come out to grab you both to go inside, avoiding the long line that was forming to get in. As soon as you went inside you were consumed in darkness neon lights flashing everywhere, the music thumping through the speakers. The vibrations tingled your skin as you made your way through the crowd of people.

You finally reached the reserved table, you greeted your friends. Of course, the first thing that was done was shots. Straight-up tequila ran through your bloodstream. Everyone cheered as they settled, besides Katie. “Me and y/n are going to get drinks!", Katie announced. Grabbing your hand she dragged you to the bar. You patiently waited for the bartender to notice you both, and luckily it didn't take so long. You ordered your drinks and made your way back to the table.

All of a sudden, you hear Katie grasp and step right in front of you with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh. Don’t freak out”, she said. “What? Why would”, “Mr. Styles is at the table!”, she said. Surprised, I looked at the table and there he was… Harry, who had e drink in hand and laughing with the rest of your friends. “Do they know each other outside the classroom?”, you asked Katie curious at how chill they all were with each other. “I don’t know. All I knew was that Josh said he was inviting a close friend tonight. I would’ve never thought it was Professor Styles”, she said.

Katie was the only one who knew about your relationship with Harry. “Well, we can’t just stand here”, you say, taking hold of Katie’s hand and dragging her back to the table. “There they are!”, Josh yells over the music and points at you and Katie. “Here we are”, you say Josh holds a hand out to Katie to take and pulls her towards him. “You ladies know Harry, don’t you? Or Professor Styles”, Josh said. Your attention flew to Harry who took a sip of his drink. “Ms. Y/L/N. Ms. Wolf”, he acknowledged you and Katie with a small nod. “You can just call me Katie Professor Styles”, Katie says. “In that case, you can just call me Harry”, he replied. He turned towards you with a smile. “Same goes to you Ms. Y/L/N”, he said. “Just call me Y/N. We’re not in class so we can skip the formalities" you say, taking a sip of your drink but not taking your eyes off of this gorgeous man. “Well, since there’s no formalities, how about a round of shots for the birthday boy”, Harry said making everyone cheer. “Ill be right back them”, he says heading towards the bar by himself.

Katie scooted closer to you and grabbed your arm, shaking it in excitement making you laugh. “He was so checking you out!” she squealed, loud enough so only you could hear but not loud enough for anyone else to hear. “You think so?”, you say, watching him from afar as he ordered the round of shots. "Girl...he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you”, she said. You looked at her and both of you squealed.

Katie went to Josh’s side as you stood there sipping your drink staring at Harry. You watched him intently as he made small talk with the bartender.it wasn’t long until he caught your gaze.it was like your breath was knocked out of your system as he winked and smirked at you. Goodness, that man. You watch him as he gets the tray of shots and starts walking your way. He stops right next to you, both looking in opposite directions. “You look stunning sweetheart", he says causing your skin to ignite.

“ thank you professor “ you say to him, looking up into his eyes. “Harry love. Just call me Harry”, he insists. “Okay, Harry”, you say. “Who wants some shots!”, he screams over the music. Your back still facing your group of friends, all you near is them cheer. “Get yourself together y/n”, you whispered to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you turn back around and plaster a smile on your face and walk towards your friends.

You couldn’t keep your gaze off Harry, and he on you. You watch as he had a conversation with Josh and every now and then he would steal a glance and send a wink your way. With all the stolen glances and cheeky winks, you decided to make things more interesting. You grabbed Katies’ arm and whispered to her that you were going to the bathroom. She asked if you wanted her to come along but you insisted no.

Catching Harry’s glance one last time, you walked away and walked towards the bathroom. You prayed that there wasn’t a line to the bathroom, and to your wishes, there wasn’t. Before walking in, you looked back and already noticed Harry’s tall frame making its way towards the bathroom. You needed him, now. Pacing back and forth in the bathroom the door opened revealing the handsome professor. He closed the door and locked it before making his way towards you. His hands held your face as he kissed you aggressively. He needed you as well, and badly. You placed your arms around his neck loosely as he devoured your lips.

Not breaking the kiss, he walked forwards until your back hit the wall behind you. Breaking the kiss he roamed his hands around your body finally being able to touch you like he wanted to all night. “You drive me insane sweetheart did you know that?”, he mumbles as his lips kiss your neck, your head leaning back to give him more access. “You drive me insane too”, you gasp as his hands squeezed your breasts. “I need you”, he mumbles, pecking your lips. “Have me fuck me, right here. Right now”; you moaned. “Fuck. Come here”, he says, turning you around to face the sink. His front pressed closely to your back.

“Look at you. This little number has been making me hard all night. So short for any guy to see “, he says, your graze meeting in the mirror. Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at how his words were turning you on. “For the sake of time, I won’t waste our time with foreplay", he says pulling your dread up around your waist. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down. You could feel how hard he already was as he pressed himself against you. “ feel how hard you make me love”, he says kissing your shoulders. “Harry, please baby”, you whine. With a single thrust he inserted his thick cock into your wet cunt, a moan leaving both of your mouths. The stretch felt amazing as he started thrusting into you at a steady pace. Your grip on the sink tightened as he was hitting your g spot perfectly at this angle.

One of his hands roamed up your body until it reached your neck, his hand wrapping around it. “Look at how sexy you look getting fucked in the bathroom", he grunted. You bit your lip as you stared at both of you in the mirror. The image was sinful to say the least. “Come on darling. Cat got your tongue?", he taunted as he thrusted into you more aggressively causing you to moan loudly. “There you go. Let the people outside near you baby”, he says. He brings his hand back down to your hips and thrust faster, the sound of both your moans and skin against skin engulfing the room. “Oh f-fuck. Harry, em gonna cum”, you panted, trying to keep it together but failing miserably.

“Cum around my cock gorgeous. Cum for me”, he grunts. That’s all you needed to hear from him and soon you were cumming all over his dick. “Fuck you feel so good honey”, he pants, his thrusts becoming sloppier the closer he got to his own release. “ can inside me”, you moaned and that was all it took for him to cum into you. He rode both of your highs out, your bodies Danny due to your activities. You leaned back against his torso as he wraps his arms around you. “Come to my apartment tonight. What do you say?”, he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses. “Yeah? It’d be my first time going over”, you say. He slid out of you gently and pulled your dress down. You fixed yourself as he got himself situated. “ yeah. I think its time you stopped by. Then I can properly fuck you”, he smirked making you giggle. “Okay. I’ll come”, you say. “Oh yes you will”, he says as you both exiled the bathroom laughing at his lame joke.

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Little bit of face-fucking :o)

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She gets an itch in her head one day. This thought prickling something awful, unscratchable, until, inevitably, she has to let it spill so it stops clotting up behind her skull. 

And she can pinpoint when it starts, she thinks; that one night, kneeling between his split thighs (massive, burly limbs), with his cock prodding at the back of her throat (it’d kindled, from there, multiplying, into a wildfire across the breadth of her desires— torching). When he’d cupped his palm over the back of her head to feed her his cock, angled his hips and, probably in the smog of a sex-fueled desperation— perfect, dirty merger— pressed at the notches at the back of her skull, down, and jabbed up with his hips. 

It’d wrenched an awful kind of noise from the back of her throat (full of the burn; wet, squelching, gagging), the kind that— for a millisecond— she was embarrassed evaded her, as his spitting cockhead nudged the gummy wall at the back of her throat. Made her eyes rheumy, lashes batting when he scraped at the back of her tongue with his frenulum on the way out. 

And he didn’t do it again, but this— notion, concept, filthy in the stitching of its tapestry (sewn into the patchwork of dirty yearnings pinned up in the back of her mind)— is already caught in orbit. 

So, she chases it on its circuit. Pushes herself down on the thick, throbbing shape of his cock days later, until her eyes are screwed and his tip is almost brushing the same place it’d grazed that one time. Spends her time between his knees, again and again, wondering whether he’ll cradle her by the crown of her head and force her the entirety of the way if she teases him far enough back, just enough, to meet her in the middle.

He never does. Satiated, splayed back, soaking in the spectacle of her sinking and drooling slick rivers that puddle at the root of his cock, make the thatch of dark, wiry hair there sticky and shimmery. Instead, one time, he thumbs at the crest of her cheek (tacky with salt) when she gags and pulls back, and tells her, “Don’t have anything to prove to me.”

It’s a thoughtful validation, but not what she wants to hear. 

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Florence Pugh & Harry Styles | Don't Worry Darling (2022)

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i’ll miss you forever, beautiful boy.

sleep well.🕊️🤍

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Being a mother is hard work. Your fiancé and you welcomed your first child a couple of months ago in the spring. In the beginning, it was difficult to adjust to a new routine of life, having the little one waking you up from sleep every few hours of the night. It was even more difficult when Harry wasn’t around at night due to his work schedule. He insisted at times that he could manage to take some time off but considering that he took the first three months off was already enough for you…or so you thought.

The first three months flew by, the baby sleeping and eating accordingly. But everything seemed to change once Harry started working again. She would constantly wake up and cry and at times it overwhelmed you. You suppressed how tired you were and dealt with it. You were ecstatic to have a baby. Being a mother was something that you had always wanted. Your little girl was everything to you and Harry and it brought you closer than ever. She is your little bundle of joy.

It was late in the afternoon and Harry was in the studio working on his new album at one of his friend’s house. He had mentioned that he was going to be late tonight and to eat dinner without him. You were sitting on your sofa, looking outside through the window as the sun started to set. Lucy was sound asleep in her rocker chair. She looked so pretty when she was asleep. You on the other hand were exhausted. You didn’t want to fall asleep just in case Lucy woke up and also due to your sleeping schedule. “Maybe lying down wouldn’t be so bad”, you thought to yourself. So, you did. You lay down on the sofa and soon you fell into a deep sleep.

“I think we can call it a night, what do you think H?”, Luke says. The boys had been working on a song all day and it was already 11 pm. “Yeah, I think we’re good for today”, Harry agrees, closing his lyric book and stuffing it into his tote. “Tomorrow?” Harry asks Luke. “yeah”, Luke agrees. “Alright mate, see you tomorrow. Have a good night,” Harry picks up his belongings and starts heading towards the door. “Same, get home safe and tell Y/N I said Hi”, Luke says as he bids farewell to Harry.

Harry didn’t like leaving Y/N alone too much. He knew that she had been struggling with adapting to motherhood. Although, even though she had insisted he go back to work, Harry sometimes felt guilty leaving her alone. His biggest achievement was becoming a father with the love of his life. He quickly sent a text message to Y/N telling her he was coming home but he received no response. He quickly got into the car and drove home.

Once he pulled up in the driveway, he noticed that the lights were still on. ‘She’s still awake’, he thought to himself as he unlocked the door and gently walked in. It was too quiet for his liking but once he stepped into the living room, he saw both of his girls sleeping. A small smile played on his lips as he walked towards the couch and crouched down in front of Y/N’s sleeping body. He quickly grabbed the blanket from the other couch and placed it over her body before he walked over to Lucy who was starting to wake up.

Before she could cry, he picked her up from the rocker chair and held her in his arms. He walked over to the kitchen and started warming up her milk bottle. “Hey there princess”, he whispered as she was now fully awake and aware of her surroundings. He couldn’t believe that she was already 9 months old. While they waited for the bottle to warm up, Lucy grabbed Harry’s finger tightly and started to fuss a little. She was hungry and started to get impatient. “There, there. It’s almost ready Miss Grumpy”, he whispered. The bottle warmer beeped, indicating that the bottle was ready. “Come on, let’s leave mommy to rest”, he tells her as he walks upstairs and into her nursery.

Sitting on the rocking chair, he fed his little girl. She moved her hands as she fed, and grunted here and there. Harry was always amazed at how fast Lucy was growing up. Every time he got the chance to feed her it was a different experience. Both father and daughter stared at each other and bonded in the moment. Once she was done with her bottle, Harry held her against her chest and patted her back, making her let out a small burp. “There you go. Good girl,” he praised as he put her in her crib. Try going back to sleep, okay,” he says, Lucy just babbling at him. “So cute”, he mumbled to himself, grabbed the baby monitor from the nursery, and walked back downstairs.

Once downstairs, he sees a small mess on the floor in the living room. He quietly picks up the little bit of Lucy’s dirty laundry and puts it in the hamper by the laundry room. He then started cleaning the small amount of dirty dishes that were in the sink. While cleaning up, he noticed that no sign of cooking was done or take-out food, indicating that Y/N had not eaten anything. “Oh lovey”, he mumbled to himself and thought of something quick that he could make her. He decided to make her a turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and pickles. He even made one for himself. He set the place on the island in the kitchen and then went to wake up his sleeping beauty.

He kneeled on the floor and gently shook her body. “Hey babe, wake up”, he said. She stirred in her sleep and mumbled his name. “Yeah, it’s me. Wake up honey”, he says. As if something switched in her brain, she quickly sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Lucy. Where’s Lucy”, she frantically says looking for the rocker chair. “Hey, relax. She has been fed and is in her crib. She’s good babe”, he says trying to calm her down. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched a bit. “Sorry H. I fell asleep”, she apologized. Harry scoffs. “No need to apologize my love. Come, you haven’t eaten anything and I’ve prepared us a delicious sandwich”, he proudly says making Y/N lightly giggle.

She looked around noticing that the living room and kitchen were cleaned. “You cleaned up?”, she asks. “Yeah, I didn’t want to wake you”, he says grabbing you both a water bottle and sitting down across from you. “Thanks”, she whispers and sits down on the small stool. She immediately took a bite of the sandwich in front of her and she closed her eyes at how delicious it was. She hadn’t even noticed how hungry she was. “Good?”, Harry asks chuckling at her reaction. “Delicious. Thank you”, she says, taking another bite of her sandwich. “How’d the writing session go today?”, Y/N asks her fiancé.

He nodded his head, swallowing the food he had in his mouth before answering. “It was productive. We managed to finish one song and start another one”, he says proud of the accomplishment. “That does sound productive. I’m proud of you”, she praises. “What about you love? How was your day?”, he asks, giving her his full attention. “Uhm, I think it went well. She wasn’t as fussy today. I managed to clean a bit in her nursery and do some laundry when she napped. We had a nice lunch and then watched some television until we both ended up falling asleep”, she says.

“Sounds productive too”, he says. They both sat in comfortable silence as they finished their late-night meal. “That was good H. How do you make such a simple sandwich taste so good?”, she praised as he walked around the island to stand right in front of her. “Love”, he whispers, crouching down a bit to kiss her lips. She hummed at the feeling of his lips on hers. It was the simplest of things that held so much emotion. “I love you; you know that right?”, Harry asks her. “I do. I love you too, do you know that?”, she says giggling. Harry chuckles and pecks her lips over and over again. “I do”, he whispers, his lips attaching to hers in a loving kiss. “Come, let’s go check on Lucy and then go take a bath. What do you say?”, he suggests holding his hand out to her. She stands up and grabs his hand. “Let’s”, she says and they make their way to their daughter’s room.

Quietly, they step into the nursery and look at Lucy who had fallen asleep once again. A smile crept on both of their faces watching their baby girl sleep so peacefully. “Come”, Harry whispers and leads Y/N to their bedroom. He goes straight to the bathroom and prepares their bath and fills it with lavender bubbles. Once ready, he lights up a few candles and dims the lights. In the main room, Y/N stripped down her clothing and wrapped herself in her bathrobe waiting for Harry. “Ready?”, Harry comes into the room, already fully naked causing her to let out a small laugh. She nods her head and walks closer to him. “Ready”, she says. “Perfect”, He whispers as he unties her bathrobe and slides it off her naked body. He kisses her shoulders and leads her into the tub, him sitting down first and her second, her back against his chest. “The water is hot…I love it”, she hums sitting back and resting her head on his chest.

Harry’s hands couldn’t sit still. He didn’t want this to become sexual at all since he knew Y/N was tired. He just wanted to show her a little appreciation. His hands kept massaging her body, sliding up her thighs, torso, breasts, shoulders, and neck. Y/N kept her eyes closed and just focused on his touch. With each touch, he managed to leave a burning sensation on her skin, an effect that had always been there since meeting Harry. Harry’s arms soon wrapped around her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing small pecks. “I want you to know that you’re doing an amazing job as a mother”, he says, causing y/n to immediately tear up. “I am so proud of you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but just know that I'm here whenever you need me. Don’t ever feel like you can’t come to me because of my career or because you feel bad. We’re in this together. Forever.”, he finishes kissing a tear that fell from y/n’s eyes. “Thank you so much H”, she mumbles and holds him closer to her, if that were even possible. They were soon done with their bath and prepared to go to bed. They changed into their pajamas, checked on Lucy one more time, and went to bed. Both Y/N and Harry thought about how lucky they were to have each other in their lives. They were both excited for what was to come with a wedding to be planned soon and the milestones that their daughter would go through. And so, with a smile on their faces, and their bodies wrapped around each other, they both fell asleep…only to be woken up in an hour by Lucy.

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“…Wrong number.”

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Lucy

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Waking up, Harry felt pure bliss. The sun peaked through the blinds as the morning came. After a long day yesterday, it called for a well-deserved lazy day today. Rubbing his eyes, Harry gently turned to his side and saw the love of his life sleeping soundly besides him. Her naked body covered with the white sheets that engulfed their sinful acts last night. She looked beautiful, so innocent compared to last night. He gently placed the hair that was covering her face behind her ear. In this very moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

Gently, he placed a small kiss on her bare back, his fingers lightly running through her hair. She stirred in her sleep, turning around so her back was against the mattress. The sheets had pulled down her body a bit, exposing her breasts. Her body is beautiful, driving him crazy every time he saw it. Just the sight of her like this made him hard. Seeing her like this made him think of the many times that they’ve had morning sex. Today was on of those days. Gently, he moved over to hover her body and started to kiss her neck. Her smell was intoxicating, vanilla and lavender. Harry kissed the spot right below her ear making her squirm which caused goosebumps to rise on her body. “Harry,” she whispered, his kisses waking her up from her sleep.

“Good morning beautiful", he says looking directly at her as her eyes opened showing those eyes that filled with so much love. “Good morning handsome", she mumbled, her voice a bit horse from sleep. Harry continued kissing her, moving down her body to her chest. Harry pulled the sheets completely off her body and continued his teasing actions down. “Well, this is a nice way of waking up “, she says, watching as he maneuvers down her body. A smile played on his lips as he finally reached the spot he wanted to devour again. “May I?” Harry asks, looking up to her through hooded lustful eyes. With a glint in her eyes, and her bottom lip between her teeth, she spread her legs for him.

“You little minx,” he says and positions his face between her legs. As soon as y/n felt Harry’s lips on hers, her fingers immediately wrapped around his hair. His tongue licked and sucked each of her lips until it found its way to her clit. Her back lifted from the mattress as his tongue swirled around the sensitive nub causing her to get wet. His tongue swirled down to her wet entrance, licking up her delicious arousal. Her reaction towards his movements always made Harry hard. It also boosted his ego a bit, in a good way. It excited him to know that y/n was his and no one else’s. Harry worshipped her like no other. To him, she deserved the world. She deserved all the pleasure that he could give to her. He loved her unconditionally.

Her small moans were becoming more frequent the only noise that was audible, besides his tongue on her. Her hips started moving against his tongue, causing him to stop his own movements and let her ride his face. He held his head still, his tongue still twirling around her clit as her hips moved. “Fuck,” she moaned her eyes closed as she felt his tongue against her. Her hands reached to her breasts and started playing with her nipples. The sight caused Harry to let out a growl, holding her hips still and devouring her wet pussy until she came all over his tongue. Her small whimpers became louder moans as he flicked his tongue on her clit. Her body becoming hot and her legs shaking as her orgasm approached. With each second that passed her legs closed around his head, suffocating him. With this in mind, she started parting her legs apart, but Harry stopped her, grabbing her thighs and closing them around his head. His movements became faster and soon y/n began to fall apart. Her body shook from pure ecstasy her fingers wrapped around Harry’s hair and pulling it with pleasure. Her moans became louder as she rode her high. Harry’s grip on her thighs loosened and he finished licking her up with a pop. His lips covered in her wetness; a bit swollen from devouring her. “So delicious", he says, wiping the corners of his mouth with a smirk.

He kissed up her torso until reaching her breasts, her nipples hard from the ecstasy. Without giving it a second thought he swirled his tongue on her left nipple and sucked on it, a sigh escaping her lips. He repeated the same movements to her right and, once again, finishing with a pop. “Come here,” y/n moaned out, reaching for Harry’s face, and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Their tongues swirling around each other in an intimate dance. “I love you so much,” Harry says against her lips. “And I love you,” she says. Kissing each other passionately, they let their emotions run freely.

Without wasting any time, Harry positions himself at her entrance but before he could do anything, y/n stops him. “Let me ride you,” she says pulling his body onto the mattress and straddling his waist. ‘I like the sound of that,” he chuckles placing his hands on her waist. She places a longing kiss on his lips, reaching down with one hand between her to position his dick at her entrance. In one swift movement she sinks into him, both gasping at the familiar warm feeling. “Fuck you feel so good,” Harry whispers against her lips. With his words, y/n places her hands on Harry’s pecks and starts moving. With each thrust, she feels the delicious stretch.

With each sink she felt him deeper and deeper, hitting that familiar spot that made her cum every time. She found a steady rhythm their breathing becoming heavier the faster their movements became. Their bodies became hot and damp, their passion for each other taking a toll. “H, I’m gonna cum,” y/n whines. Harry was too, and without saying a word, he pulls y/ n by her arms so that they are chest to chest. His hands reach down to grab both of her ass cheeks for leverage and began pounding into her. Her moans became uncontrollably louder, moaning into the crook of Harry’s neck.

Harry knew his girl came when her body tensed in his hold and relaxed soon after. “Cum in me Harry,” she moans kissing all over his neck as he thrusted in her. Her warm walls clenched around his cock milking everything he had to offer. With a few more thrusts, he stilled inside her, dropping his seed where it belonged. His moans were muffled as he kissed her, their sweaty foreheads pressed against each other. Breaking the kiss, y/n giggled breathlessly. “What an amazing way to start our morning", she says, Harry chuckled. “I agree, now let's continue this in the shower, what do you say?” he suggests. “After you,” she giggles as Harry gets up and carries her into the shower to continue their sinful acts.

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When it suddenly crashes on you that it is real and not just a nightmare, and the dam of tears breaks 💔

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They were just normal guys, but terrible, terrible dancers.

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More of Harry photographed at the S.S. Daley Show - 13.09.2024

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actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:

thank you.

sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.

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You were addicted to his touch. He was like a drug that you needed a dose of every day. But he was dangerous. Every time you tried to stay clear of him, he would find you. It was a push and pull reaction. “Will you be coming to the fight tonight darling?", he says over the phone, his voice heavy from the small workout he just had. “I am not sure yet. You know its not necessarily my scene,” you say to him. He stayed silent for a second before letting out a deep sigh. “Darling, you know I need you there. You are my good luck charm,” he says, even though you knew that he would get frustrated with you for not going. “Harry, I just don’t like being there. I don’t like seeing you get hurt,” you say playing with the yarn that was coming out of your blanket. “I know darling. But I promise you that I’ll win. But I need you there supporting me”, he insisted. “Please”, he begged. Now it was your turn to stay silent. You didn’t like going and he knew that. What he didn’t know was the number of men who would bother you all night over Harry. Yes, Harry was scary when he would fight, a completely different person from how he was behind closed doors with you. There were men that were scared of him but there were also men who wanted to hurt him. You tried your best to ignore them but sometimes it was too much, and you would hide in the bathroom until the fight was over. If Harry knew he would flip out.

“Still with me darling?”, he says, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts. “Yeah. I’m here. I’ll go”, you whisper, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come. “That’s my girl. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. I promise it’ll be worth it”, he says, a bit of relief in his voice from convincing you. “I hope so. I’ll see you there H”, you say. “I’ll see you there darling. Thank you”, he says before you hung up to get ready. When you did go to see the fights, you made sure you didn’t wear anything revealing or too out there. You wanted to hide as much as possible and one piece of clothing that helped you stay calm was Harry’s black sweater.

Looking at the clock you saw that it was already 10 meaning the fight would start in an hour. Since these were illegal fights, they had to occur late at night. Harry got paid a decent amount of money for winning these fights but that would mean that he would have to beat any person willing to go in the ring with him. You quickly changed into a pair of black leggings with a t-shirt and his sweater over it. You put your hair in a ponytail and put your favorite black cap over your head. All black should be easier for you to hide. You grabbed your small bag and phone and headed downstairs and out the door to go to the fight. Sitting in your car, you closed your eyes and prayed that the fight would go well and that you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Your turned the ignition on and drove to the location of the fight.

Once there, you got lucky with finding a close enough parking spot. The lot was full of cars and people drinking and smoking. You put the hood of the sweater over your head and headed straight into the club. There was music playing loudly from the speakers, women who were there were either dressed normal or half naked. Grabbing your phone you doled Harry. “Hello”, you hear him say. “Hey, I’m here. Can you come get me”, you say loudly so he could hear you. “Yeah. I’ll be right out”, he says. You hang up and walk towards the back where backstage was. As you got closer you see Harry coming out, his eyes searching for you. Once he saw you, a small smile played on his face. He grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you backstage and into his changing room. Once inside, he pulls you into a kiss. Instantly your cloudy mind clears. Your dose of Harry. “I’m so glad you’re here darling”, he says pulling you to the bench that was in the middle of the room. “Are you ready?”, you ask instantly picking up the white tape and helping him prepare for the fight. “I’m ready now that you’re here”, he says, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll be alright you know”, he says, reassuring you as he notices your tense body and silent mood. You force a small smile on your face and nod. “I know”, you whisper, finishing your task. “My darling. You’re as beautiful as can be”, he says, looking at your face and admiring you. A knock on the door broke him out of his trance. “Styles, it’s time”, his trainer announced. “It’s show time”, he says getting up and heading towards the door. “Harry”, you say making him stop in tracks and turning to look at you. You get closer to him and pull him into a big hug and kiss his lips. “Please be careful and win”, you say becoming nervous and anxious. “You worry too much love. It’ll be over before you know it”, he pinches your cheek before he exits the room leaving you and your thoughts.

Once a couple of minutes go by, you manage to gather yourself together and exit his changing room to go to the main area. To your luck, there wasn’t a lot of people in the halls. You shimmy your way through the loud crowd until you get to a good pace where you can see the fight. Blow after blow you see Harry and his opponent punch each other. It was like your breath would be knocked out of your body every time your lover would get hit. His face slowly becoming covered in cuts and bruises and blood. After a couple more punches though the scene changed. Harry was becoming too tired and got hit more repeatedly. From the corner of your eye you noticed his trainer yelling at him to focus. Your could hear your heartbeat against the loud crowd that surrounded you as you saw Harry get repeatedly hit in the face. “Come on Styles. Get your head in the game. Focus!”, his trainer yelled again. Harry looked throughout the crowd that surrounded him as he were looking for someone. Unfortunately, that caused him to get a huge blow to the face knocking him down and blood to spatter from his mouth. “Harry!”, you pushed your way though the crowd to get right in front of the ring. “Harry get up!”, you scream, trying to get his attention. “Harry please”, you yell, tears spilling from your face as you saw the state he was in. He looked discombobulated at first but once he saw you, his eye lit up. “Get up”, you yell and somehow, he got the strength to get up. The crowd cheered as he got to his feet and started the fight again. You watched intently as his demeanor changed, becoming the scary Harry that you didn’t lie. His eyes darkened and his body became more tight. He repeatedly threw blows to his opponent and he knocked him out, the crowd going wild. The referee started the countdown until the fight was over. 1…2…3..Harry had won. The referee lifted Harry’s hand up announcing him as the winner and everyone cheered. Although you were happy he had won, the thought of him being on the floor hurt hit you and you felt so many emotions all at once. You didn’t wait until he saw you, instead you left the venue and drove back to your apartment. You went to the fight as he wanted, you didn’t promise to stay. On your way home your phone kept blowing up with him calling you and texting you. You weren’t in the mood to answer but you knew that he would fin you in the same place as every other time.

You sat in your sofa and waited for him to arrive. You didn’t live together, hell you weren’t even together. It was more of a situationship. He found you fascinating and you were a distraction for him, like he was to you. On cue, the door opened revealing a frantic Harry. Of course he had the key to your place, like you did to his. “What the hell is wrong with you”, he said through gritted teeth. You didn’t answer. “I was worried sick. All I saw was you running out of there crying”, he said kneeling in from of you and pulling your face to face him. His eyes contained darkness and worry as he saw you tired and puffy eyes. “You scared me tonight”, your voice broke as a tears starting spilling from your eyes. The sight made his demeanor soften, getting up and sitting next to you as he pulled you in. “Shhh. I know darling. I’m sorry”, he apologized, running his fingers through your Hair to calm you down. You calmed down for your sake and wiped your eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. “You know, I wa looking for that sweater the other day”, he says causing you to break out in a small chuckle. “There���s that smile I adore so much”, he says kissing your cheek. “I’m sorry I ran out like that. I was just overwhelmed with emotion”, you say. “You don’t have to apologize. I was just worried about you”, he says kissing our lips. “I won thigh, like I promised”, he says, a cheeky smirk on his face. “You did”, you reply. “I think that deserves a prize, don’t you think?”, Harry says, his eyes turning darker filling with lust. It was the same routine almost every fight. You both celebrated with sex…very good sex.

Without saying a word, you stand in front of him and remove his sweater from your body. Then you removed your shirt and pants, maintaining eye contact with every item of clothes that you removed. He sat back on the sofa, his legs slightly opened as you stood between them. You reached the beck of your bra and unclipped it, removing it and throwing it to the side. He shifted in his seat, the bulge in his shorts becoming more prominent with each second that passed. You turn around, your back facing him, and bend down in front of him, taking your panties off. A small groan left his lips as he saw your naked body in front of him. You turned back around facing him, throwing your panties at him. Looking at you, he brought the panties up towards his face and smelled them. “You smell so good”, he murmurs, placing them to side.

“Come here darling”, he says, his voice becoming dominant, just the way you liked. You stepped closer to him as he sat up, his hands immediately touching your soft skin. He palmed your cheeks in his large hands, kneading them as he kissed your torso. His touch ignited the fire within you that brought the sex goddess within you to come out. You were his and he was yours. “I want to taste you”, he whispers against your skin. “Come”, he pulls you to sit on the sofa as he kneels down in front of you. “Let me see that pretty pussy”, he says, spreading your legs apart as your pussy becomes face to face with him. You were wet considering everything that had happened. His touch and his words always made you wet and want him in ways you couldn’t imagine. You spent nights dreaming of him taking you in ways only he could. Claiming your body. Claiming you his.

“Fuck”, he whispers, his hands coming in contact with your folds, spreading them so he could see how wet you were for him. He came closer to you and soon you felt his lips on your inner thigh, kissing and sucking on your skin, teasing you. “Harry”, you whine as he harshly sucked your thigh creating a small red mark. “Patience darling. I’ll take care of you”, he says kissing up your thigh and repeating his actions on your other thigh. You watched intently as he kissing your thighs. You loved watching him between your legs, it was a sight you dreamt about quite often. “I can’t wait to devour you”, he says and before you could rebuttal his lips attach to your wet cunt making you moan out. His tongue explores your pussy and claimed it as he circled your clit repeatedly. His tongue did wonders. It travelled to your wet hole, licking your nectar that gave him strength. His tongue went down to your other entrance, licking you up and down, his face moving side to side as he buried his face closer. “Oh fuck”, you moan out, the vibrations of his moans causing the familiar feeling inside you to ignite. “My god, I can’t get enough of you”, he said before spitting on your cunt and continued to devour you. Your moans became louder and more frequent a your orgasm became closer. He sucked on your clit repeatedly causing your legs to start to shake and start to close in on his head. “Of fuck fuck fuck… Harry I’m gonna-“, but before you could finish your orgasm took the best of you and you came hard on his mouth. That didn’t stop him though, spreading you open again to clean the mess you made and the mess he created.

H kissed up your body, nipping at your skin here and there as he took your nipple in his mouth and sucked, his tongue swirling around the small nub. Breathlessly you watched him, his other hand reaching down your leg to rub your clit. You moaned in pleasure, closing your eyes. “Suck baby”, he says, bringing his fingers to your mouth for you to suck. You do as asked, and you sucked his finfers, your tongue swirling around them, lubricating them. “Good girl”, he praises and being his fingers back down at your entrance. Attaching his lips to yours and kissing you her inserts his two fingers inside you, the stretch feeling like he n as you moaned. He thrusted them expertly inside you, finding your g—spot immediately. “You look so pretty while you’re getting fingered baby”, he says as he curls his fingers up, you mouth opened as you gasp in ecstasy. “You like getting fingered like this darling”, he copes, your wetness getting louder with each thrust of his fingers. You whine in pleasure as you nod your head. “Mmmm I don’t think you do darling. I want you to tell daddy how much you like it”, he says, his daddy kink coming out. He curls his fingers again making you gasp. “Mmm daddy, I love it. Fuck. I love it when you finger my pussy”, you whine, feeling your second organ approaching. “Good girl darling”, he says removing his fingers from you and bringing them up to his mouth to suck. “Mmm. Tastes so sweet”, he hums.

“I need your pretty little mouth on my cock darling. Can you do that for me”, he says and you immediately get on your knees in font of him. Removing hi shorts and boxers, his cock springs up against his torso. You lick the base of it and lick up until you reach the swollen tip and take it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before going down and taking him in your mouth. “Fuuuck that feels good”, he moans as he wraps your ponytail in his hand and bobs your head up and down. Little by little you take more in your mouth until his full length is on your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag. You repeat the action again but this time staying down a bit longer making him groan at the sensation. A string of saliva attaches to the tip as you take him out of your mouth. “Fuck darling. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you”, he says lifting you up onto his lap.

He wraps your leg around his waist as he positions you over his cock. “My pretty darling. So beautiful”, he murmurs grabbing the base of his dick and positioning himself at your entrance. You take a hold of his broad shoulders as you prepared for the intrusion you loved so much. Slowly you sank onto him, the stretch felt amazing, your head falling back in pleasure. His hands roamed over your hair and down your back, his lips trailing your chest and placing small kisses as he waited for you to adjust. You couldn’t take it anymore and rocked your hips onto him the friction causing both of you to sigh. Once you got use to it, you rocked onto no faster, the noice of your wetness and skin against skin filling your apartment. Your breathing became nonexistent as you took in the pleasure, a small layer of sweat becoming prominent on your skin. “That’s right darling. Ride daddy’s cock” he panted as he watched your body bounce, your breasts in his face taking you all in. He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you tight as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into you in a new angle that cause your moans to become louder.

“Harry I’m gonna cum”, you squeaked but before you could cum he changes positions. He flipped you over so you were on all fours, your head pressed against the sofa cushion, your ass in the air waiting for it to be claimed. He kneeled down and buried his face in your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit at a fast pace. He quickly stood up and inserted himself into you. Not waiting for you to adjust he began thrusting into you in such a fast pace that your breath was knocked out of your chest. The feeling making your legs shake from how good you were getting fucked. His palms made contact with your ass, leaving a stinging sensation, a red mark becoming prominent. You looked back at him and watched as he watched where you both connected. He made eye contact with you and he maintained it until you came hard on his cock. The sound of your wetness becoming louder as you came onto him. You whimpered in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you until he finished, spilling his load inside you like usual. “Fucking hell darling. That was amazing”, he pants, exiting you. You could feel his cum slipping out of you and running down your thigh. “What a fucking sight”, he says. “Come darling, let’s get washed up”, he said, lifting you up in his arms and heading into the shower.

You showered without saying a single word to one another. He washed your hair and body and you did the same to him. He held your hips as you washed your body, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead. He could be so sweet with you it was amazing to see how he could switch it off when he was fighting. Once you were finished, he carried you to your bedroom where you both changed into clean clothes. Luckily you always made sure he had some of his clothing at your place just in case he stayed over, which wasn’t too often unfortunately. “Thank you for coming tonight darling. I know it’s not your scene but I appreciate the effort”, he says grabbing your hands and placing a single kiss on each one. You smiled softly, leaning down to peck his lips. “You always find a way to convince me Harry”, you say a soft smile playing on his lips. “Will you be staying tonight?”, a small amount of hope traced on your voice hoping that he would. “Do you want me to stay?”, he asks leaning down at you burying his face in your neck. “You know you’re always welcomed to stay”, you say hugging him. “Not the question I asked”, he chuckles pinching your cheeks. “You know I always want you to stay”, you whispered. “Then I’ll stay”, he whispers kissing your lips, a deeper kiss than usual. “I’ll always stay for you darling. Only you”, he says. His words held some emotion that he normally didn’t show. Deep down you had hope that things would become more but for now, you could only hope and be there for him. His darling.