honey baby

aaaaaaahhh okay okay 

You and Harry were making out on the bed, he was laid down and you were straddling his waist. You were positioned in a way that your hair would occasionally fall to brush over his shoulders but he didn’t mind. You both seemed hungry for each other, starved for touch that only the other person could give.

You started to kiss Harry’s neck, his eyes were closed and he would tilt his head to grant you more access. A hand raked through his hair as you lightly bit the lobe of his ear. You smirked and kissed along his jawline, his hands gripping your ass and thighs. You started grinding on his crotch, only a thin line of his underwear between you and his cock. Harry moaned as you teased him with your movements. You breathed into his neck, “I want to ride you…” you whispered. He hummed in response, his grip on your thigh tightening. 

You discarded your clothes as well as his underwear. You moved your hips, sliding your soaked pussy over his cock. Harry screwed his eyes shut, wrapping his hands around your waist, letting a small whimper escape his lips. 

You finally guide his cock inside you, slowly sinking back into it. You let yourself adjust, then start moving ever so slowly. Harry sighs and sinks his nails into the small of your back as you rotate your hips gently. 

You lean forward with your hands on either side of his head. Your hair is flicked to one side and you hide your face in Harry’s neck, tickling it with your breath. “No..” Harry sighed, guiding your face to meet his, “I want to see you” You obliged, you still thrusting his cock into you, slowly. 

Suddenly, Harry’s hand reached to grab yours. He placed your hand on his neck and looked up at you. “You sure?” you asked cautiously. He nodded with a reassuring grin. You kiss down his cheek, bouncing faster now, tightening the grip you had on his neck. He bites his lip, watching you sink onto his cock with a hand around his neck. 

“Fuck, I’m close” Harry begs with a strained voice. You moan and move your hips faster, clenching your pussy around his cock as you climax. “Fuckin hell…” Harry whimpers as you feel his cock finish inside you. You ride out his orgasm, moving slower and slower, until both of your breathing slows. 

Your tongues touching and sliding against one another, noses bumping and your warm breath mingling as you pant over the guy’s skin. The guy has you both by your hair, one fist in your roots and the other in Harry’s, controlling your pace and speed and whether your paths cross or not.

Harry’s starring at you the whole time as his pink tongue works down the man’s prick, eyes lulled half shut as he watches you suck at the tip with fervor, cheeks hollowed out and tongue flicking all sloppy over the dripping head as you eye fuck him.

He reaches a hand for you, thumbing over your clit slowly and shivering at the way you moan over a full mouth, leaning forward to catch his lips in a quick, messy kiss, whispering his name into his hot mouth as he speeds up his pace.

Then the guy’s yanking Harry’s head back, not wanting you touching just yet.

Harry whimpers softly, eyes batting all pliant and remorseful as he licks his swollen lips, mumbling a small, quiet, “Sorry…”

And when they’re taking turns eating you out, the boy has his fist wound tight in Harry’s sweaty curls, controlling everything he does to you. How fast he’s allowed to go, how deep he dives in, whether he dips his tongue inside you or not.

And Harry’s moaning softly and whining the whole time, hands gripping your thighs tightly as the guy pushes and pulls his head at a rough pace while you aren’t allowed to touch him. His head is bobbing hard and fast between your thighs, button nose wet with your excitement as it nudges your clit while his tongue dips inside you and wriggles around, caressing your walls all needy because he wants you dripping into his mouth.

But the man forces him to slow down, resulting in Harry groaning in desperation as his head is tugged back, skin stretching over his sharp jaw and neck veins bulging as he licks his mauve lips slowly, your release sliding down his chin and throat. “Please…Wanna make her cum…”

The guy talks right next to Harry’s ear, causing him to shiver and squirm. “You want her gushing in your mouth?”

Summary: Harry lets you take care of him after a long day of filming.

Word Count: Around 2k

Warnings: Sub!Harry, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex.

A/N: Some sub!harry for you because my switch popped out! The Golden mv is a masterpiece and I couldn’t resist writing a blurb after I saw it. Enjoy!

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It had been a long day for Harry. Despite how physically fit he clearly was, running around Italy for hours on end would tire anybody out. As soon as he flopped down in your kitchen chair, you could tell just from the way his eyelids drooped how tired he was.

In spite of his exhaustion, however, he looked utterly delectable. The flowing white shirt he wore draped tantalizingly over his tanned shoulders, and the first four buttons were undone at his chest. As your eyes traced over the ink on his golden skin, you knew you couldn’t let him sleep without taking him first.

Quiet as a mouse, you strode to where he sat at the table, head bowed to the mahogany surface. Without a word, you ran your hands soothingly up his back, fingers coming to muss the hair on the nape of his neck.

He hummed and smiled in greeting, tired green eyes flickering up to meet yours. You leaned down even closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned the gesture, licking languidly across your lip. You took this as the invitation you needed to take it deeper. You brought both hands to either size of his chiseled face, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones as your tongue moved with his. Just after he groaned softly into your mouth, you pulled away, desire evident in your darkened eyes.

“Please baby,” you cooed, beginning to trail kisses up his neck, “let me take care of you?”

Harry whimpered as you grazed your teeth over his pulse point, shakily nodding his head and fluttering his eyes shut.

You smiled, enveloping him in another heated kiss. Your hands came to rest against his chest, fingers lightly brushing over his nipples. He released a tiny groan into your mouth.

“Always so responsive,” you hummed happily, “such a good boy for me.”

Harry’s breath hitched in his throat, head nodding rapidly in affirmation, “For you, Y/N.”

You grinned. You lived for the nights he let you take care of him, when he was putty in your hands.

Harry’s eyes shot open as you brought your hand down to cup the evident bulge in his slacks. Your touch was feather light, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding into you. You gripped his hip with your hand that wasn’t otherwise occupied.

“Bedroom,” you breathed, tone stern.

In less than a second, Harry had leapt from the kitchen chair.

You stumbled your way down the hall together, lips meeting frantically over and over again. You licked across his lower lip before sliding your tongue into his mouth, eliciting a guttural moan from him.

You brought your hands to his shoulders as the backs of his legs hit the bed frame, lightly pushing him down onto the mattress.

You broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to gaze down at him. Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands obediently folded in his lap. His soft green eyes were wide with need, his lips pink and swollen. He was beautiful.

“So pretty,” you murmured, hand coming to brush against his cheek.

He blushed, eyes flicking down to his hands.

“Can you watch me, baby?” You questioned softly, slowly falling to your knees before him, “Can you look at me with my lips around your cock?”

He whimpered at your words, releasing a high-pitched, “Yes!”

You smiled, quickly unbuckling his belt, “Good boy.”

Not a moment later, you had his pants and underwear down over his thighs. You watched in awe as his cock sprung up in front of you, you needed it in your mouth. Under his unwavering gaze, you stroked him slowly from base to tip.

“Y/N,” he breathed shakily, “Please!”

You giggled at his desperation, but decided not to deny him any longer. Your tongue darted out to gently lick his tip.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Harry groaned, screwing his eyes shut, “Feels s-so good!”

You squeezed his hip to let him know you appreciated his vocalization. After licking over him a few more times, you allowed him to slip fully into your mouth.

Instantly, his hips began to make small bucking motions. He was trying to show restraint, but your mouth was just too good. You fixed him with another stern gaze and held him down against the mattress. His eyes rolled back in his head, he loved it when you restrained him.

With every bob of your head you took him deeper and deeper, each stroke drawing a new cascade of whimpers from his mouth. Each time he hit the back of your throat, he would release a high-pitched whine that went straight to your core.

Once you were sure he wouldn’t buck his hips, you removed one hand and trailed it down to rub over your panties. At the sight of this, Harry released a groan that was almost feral. His eyes were burning with need.

“S-so beautiful, Y/N...”

Your eyes sparkled as you swirled your tongue around him, never letting up on your clit. With one final sucking motion, you pulled off, allowing him to fall from your lips with a subtle pop.

At this, he whined louder than ever. Eyes clamping shut as his lower body writhed in desperation.

“You want my pussy, baby?” You cooed horsily, fingers still circling against your panties, “So wet for you, Harry.”

“Yes!” He squeaked, “Please, Y/N, need it so bad!”

You smiled radiantly, rising to your feet to climb on top of him. You lightly pushed against his chest, he fell back with no resistance. You quickly slid the soaking lacy fabric down your legs and threw your night shirt over your head. Harry’s eyes widened as he did the same with his button down.

“Can I touch?” He asked sweetly, eyes fixed directly on your chest.

You smirked, running a hand through his messy curls, “Of course baby, they’re yours.”

He groaned deeply at your words, cupping your breasts in his hands and brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. Your breath caught in your throat.

He was so mesmerized by your chest that he hardly even noticed you positioning yourself over his cock, causing him to let out a surprised cry as you ran his tip through your folds.

“You ready, baby?” You whispered, teasing his head against your entrance and allowing your juices to run down over him.

“Please!” He cried brokenly, using all his restraint to keep his hips against the mattress.

Without another word, you pressed your lips to his and sunk down, both of you releasing moans into each other’s mouths.

You wasted no time in setting the pace. As soon as he bottomed out inside you, you were bouncing against him with fervor. Each stroke hit your sweet spot perfectly, drawing desperate cries from your lips over and over again.

Harry tried with all his might to watch you, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from occasionally fluttering shut at the feeling. You were so tight, so warm around him. You were stroking him in the most delicious way imaginable. He was always hard pressed to last more than ten minutes when your cunt was wrapped around him, but God, he would try to hold on.

“Y/N!” He whimpered over and over again, shaking hands coming to find your hips. He helped you rock against him, grinding into you each time you came down. You were entirely in sync with one another.

“What is it, baby?” You teased, “Does that feel nice?”

“Mhm!” He nodded his head vigorously, “So f-fucking g-good.”

His own moans cut him off as he buried his face in your neck. You breathed in the pleasant scent of his curls, never letting your pace slacken. You circled your hips just so the swollen head of his cock would bottom out inside you each time, the motion eliciting ecstatic cries from the both of you.

You moved your hands from his shoulders to lightly pull at his hair, causing even more pretty moans to fall from his lips.

“You like when I pull your hair, angel?” You questioned, tugging it with slightly more force.

“Yes!” He sobbed, “Don’t stop!”

You grinned wickedly, pulling at the strands each time you sunk down on him. Every time his cock slammed against your sweet spot, your thighs shook against his his with pleasure. You were finding it hard to keep your eyes open, but the utter bliss on his face was too beautiful to look away from. The knowledge that you could leave him that desperate, that needy for you, sent fireworks sparkling through your core. You clenched around him almost involuntarily, watching his pretty pink lips fall open to form an oval. You could already feel your release burning in your lower belly.

Knowing you were close, you trailed a shaking hand down from his hair to rub at your clit. You’d almost made it before Harry gripped your wrist.

“L-let me. Please? W-wanna make you feel good.”

Your heart swelled at the look of adoration in his eyes, nodding your head rapidly and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Harry’s long, talented fingers found your clit instantly. He rubbed quick circles into the bundle of nerves, watching you intently as your lips parted and your hips rocked against him. You cried his name to the heavens.

“Fuck! S-so fucking good for me, H. So good!”

Your praise only spurred him on, his hand moving in a blur against you and bringing you that much closer to ecstasy. You could tell it wouldn’t be long for him either, based on his increasingly animalistic moans and the way he twitched inside you.

As if he read your mind, Harry breathed out a, “Y/N, I-I’m so close.”

“I know, baby,” you panted, grinding into his hand, “I am too. Can you come for me?”

He groaned, nodding rapidly and enveloping your lips in a heated kiss.

Within moments, he was spurting against your walls and throwing his head back in bliss, your name leaving his lips in breathless yelps.

The sight and feel of his own release brought you over the edge with him. A wave of pleasure crashed over you and filled every part of your being, your core throbbing in time with his cock. You felt your juices mixing with his come, and that alone was enough to have you screaming obscenities into the air.

Once the both of you had cycled through your highs, you flopped lazily onto his chest. He laughed softly when you refused to move, bringing his long fingers up to comb through your hair.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“Mmm,” you hummed contentedly, “Not as amazing as you.”

Anonymous: IDK if your into this but… making harry choke on your strapon👀

So I’ve never really thought about this before, but since you guys are asking 👀👀 ;-)

Harry would take it like a champ. If there’s anything he’s ever proven, it’s that he’s not one to shy out of certain situations.

It could be on a day when he’s feeling particularly subby and wants to get roughed up a bit. You have him on his knees, towering over him for a change because he usually has a good foot or so on you. There’s just something so hot about how buff and broad he is, yet in this light he seems so meek and small.

You refuse to let him touch you but allow him to touch himself, so he’s balanced up on his knees with his legs spread wide open, jerking himself off fast and hard, moaning around the fake cock softly as he feels his balls tightening in anticipation.

Harry’s chest and neck are glistening with a thin sheet of sweat, skin flushed a painful shade of red under his dark tattoos. His hair is damp and matting around the nape of his neck and across his taunt jaw, looking all pretty and vulnerable. You’re gripping the hair at the top of his head, right where he has the tiny spiral that his curls grow around, the ringlets twisted harshly around your fingers as you pull his mouth over the dildo, hips bucking forward to meet his swollen lips.

He’s looking up at you with so much pained, raw lust, tears squeezing out of the corners of his eyes at how intense everything is and at how hard you’re fucking his mouth, saliva wetting the edges of his cherry-red lips. His mossy irises twinkle with adoration as well as full submission, loving the way you’re man-handling him. As one of his hands strokes himself tirelessly, the other cups his balls, tugging and massaging them to try and push himself into a sloppy climax.

“Such a good baby boy, yeah? Love having your mouth fucked, don’t you? Dirty little thing you are.”

Harry gives a long, drunken whine over the fake dick, eyes rolling back into his head as his eyelashes flutter, head nodding in your grasp. He moans wetly over a full mouth, tongue lulling lazily across the circumstance of the glittery pink cock, gaze dull yet alight with excitement.

“Never knew you could be so kinky, Har. Gonna have to fuck it out of you.”

He whimpers frantically, nodding with more fervor and pushing closer to your hips, causing himself to choke as the tip of the strap-on brushes the back of his tight throat. When he speaks, his voice is shaky and muffled. “Pleathe…Y/N, pleathe fuck me. Wan’ y'to fuck me so good. Wanna come so hard.”

You yank his head back, pulling the slobbery dildo out of his mouth. He licks the excess wetness dripping off his plump lips, sitting back onto his heels with his head tilted backwards, entire body tired from the exertion of keeping himself upright on his knees as you’d demanded. He stares up at you with a pleading gaze, fist still working himself over slow and hesitantly, scared that you might punish him for it.

“Wanna get fucked, baby?” You drop down to your knees in front of him, getting level with his eyes, undoing the buckles of the strap-on.

Harry whimpers brokenly as you pull off the toy completely, ogling your bare heat, suckling his swollen lips to try and hide the fact that his mouth is watering. “Yeah…”

it’s finally here bitches

sub!harry

it’s been a long ass time coming and i love you all for being patient with me

i also love @gohometoacactus, @havethetimeofyourstyles and @tobe-sogolden for encouraging me and being the most wonderful betas. i love you all so much

this is 10.5k words of pure smut and if you squint just a hint of fluff at the end

feedback is of course welcome and encouraged as are rb’s!

enjoy!

Harry was in for it. Majorly in for it. He’d been insufferable all day. Sending you dirty texts, pictures that left little to the imagination and videos of him rutting against the bed, the desperate whimpers you loved so much escaping from his lips. All of these had been throughout the span of your work day, so you let him have his fun. Because tonight. You’d be having yours. 

You knew what he expected to come of this, he’d done it many times before. Torture you while you were at work and then when you came home, he’d devour you. But this time, you had something else in mind. You and Harry had a very active sex life. You guys kept things interesting, in fact just last night the two of you had ordered some special toys to try out. All of that being said, Harry was usually the one in charge. He called all the shots and you loved it. You loved how he made you so easily give up control, how easily he pulled noises you’d never heard yourself make from your mouth and how he gave your body feelings that could only be described as out of this world. Only on very rare occasions were you the one in charge. Very rarely did you get to see Harry squirm and writhe underneath you and very rarely did you pull whines and whimpers from his mouth that rivaled those of a pornstar’s. Tonight, you were hoping to do all that and more. By the end of the night, you wanted Harry completely and utterly fucked for you. And that’s exactly where he was going to be. 

You stand from the chair in your office, shutting down your computer and waving goodbye to your coworkers who were obviously staying late. As you’re walking to your car, your phone dings. You glance down and see the notification is from Harry. You bite your lip as you feel your core start to ache, only adding to the wetness that consumes your underwear. You walk quickly to your car and as soon as you’re inside, you open the message and your thighs involuntarily clench. 

It’s a video of your beautiful boyfriend stroking himself. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips buck into his hand as tugs at his shaft. 

“ Missin’ you.” He groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. You see his hand start to move faster and you know it’s only a matter of seconds until he releases. 

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pants, looking down at his painfully hard cock. “ Ugh, I’m gonna cum.” He announces to no one but himself and within seconds of his words, you see thick, white ribbons spill from him. He emits a long, drawn out groan as his orgasm consumes him and you watch him as he lay breathless on the bed sheets. A few seconds later, he lifts his head to the camera and locks eyes with you through the screen. 

“ Hurry home, baby.” He smirks and then the video ends. You lean your head against the head rest and take a deep breath to calm your raging hormones enough to make the fifteen minute drive back to you and Harry’s apartment. Once you’re calm enough, you type a response to your boyfriend who’s no doubt staring at his phone, waiting for a response that indicates how needy you are for him but he’s getting the exact opposite. 

“ On my way.” You type and hit send before starting the car. 

Good Morning 

Based Off Of This Ask/Concept

And This One

A/N: a filthy Sub!Harry fic for ya😌😋!!! Enjoy🙃

Summary: Harry comes home after a long, tiring day of promo and Y/N takes care of him (sub!harry and soft dom!y/n)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut and plenty of fluff

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Y/N has been curled up on the couch with a book since she got home from work about an hour ago. She doesn’t expect Harry to be home for a while. He has been insanely busy lately with a schedule packed full of TV appearances and radio interviews, all to promote his new single. So, Y/N has been coming back to an empty house most evenings, but she doesn’t mind having some time to herself. It’s given her a chance to read this book she started ages ago but never got around to finishing.

As she settled into the couch earlier, her phone buzzed with a text from Harry saying that his manager and a few others on his team were insisting on taking him out to dinner to celebrate the success of his single. He sweetly added that he would head straight home after, but she told him not to worry about that and to have fun celebrating because he deserves it.

Later that night, she’s still lying on the couch under her cozy blanket, immersed in her novel, when she hears the front door open. She listens to the floorboards creak from Harry’s footsteps as he wanders around the big house, searching for her like a lost puppy.

“Y/N?” he calls out.

You’re in love with your best friend, he has no idea, and there are plenty of complications in your way.

A/N: It’s finally here!!! I’ve been talking about this story (mostly to myself but sometimes on here) for about a year, and I’ve finally managed to write it and be satisfied with it! I give you best friends with occasional benefits AND sub!Harry! Thank you to my usual and favourite hype girl @all-things-fic for once again validating me. I love you! Don’t be scared to come talk to me afterwards! Kate xxx

Word count: 15,016

The sound of a heavy wave crashing against the cliff side and then curling against the shore brings a twitch to your lips. You’ve missed that sound - it’s familiar; comforting. You’ve missed it here - your small haven that is Lusty Glaze beach in Newquay. You only live a ten minute walk up the road but it’s closed half the year given the steep steps you have to scale to get to it. It’s not safe in the winter. Hell, sometimes it’s not really safe in the summer, but the beach is relatively small compared to most in the area, so it’s worth it.

You rest your chin on the top of the handle of your brush as you watch a couple of surfers making the most of the early waves. It’s windy today so it’s rough enough, but it’s still a bit chilly for your liking. You can’t wait for the weather to warm up.

Summary: It’s Harry’s birthday, and your gift might just stretch you both to the very edge. 

Rating: M for language and sexual content. It’s…a lot of sexual content. 

Word Count: 5.5k

Author’s Note: Whew. I’m not sure where exactly this came from, but I’ve seen concepts based on the general idea and couldn’t get it out of my head. I thought it would be an interesting one to explore…and then it almost killed me.  xx

You’d talked about it before.

The first time was in your Boston hotel room, sweat still cooling on your bodies as you lay tangled together in the crisp white sheets.

Your head was tucked under his chin as you traced the swallow above his left pec. His heart thrummed beneath the pads of your fingers, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest eventually began to steady in the comfortable silence.

You still couldn’t quite believe you were here with him; with a short break between cases, you’d managed to surprise him earlier that evening at his show. You’d have a few days to spend together in New York before you flew back home, and you planned to make the most of it.

It seemed that meant kicking it all off by going down on him in his dressing room – an appropriate encore – and who could blame you? You hadn’t seen him since he jetted off to Australia two months ago, and as much as you loved the way those satin tuxedo pants clung to him on stage, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on what was inside.

“’lo there.” Harry’s low voice vibrated through you, rough and gravelly from the stage and post-show sex.

A/N: I scrapped what I had before and spent the last two hours rewriting it. I really, really hope you all love this as much as you did part 1. I am amazed and so thankful that you all enjoyed it enough to show it so much love. I hope this lives up to expectation. I’m so nervous to post, but I’m just gonna go ahead and do it! Let me know what you think. Also Idk why I chose that gif, just felt right I guess…..and tumblr fucked up my formatting so some things that were meant to be italicized might not be and I am sad about that. Enjoy!

Warnings: I did not read this and I sure didn’t edit….if I fucked up, I guess I’ll notice later when I give it a read (you should all know by now I never edit)

Also a huge, huge thank you to my sweet Olivia aka @bfharry​ for putting this idea in my head and then sending me the sweetest messages and threatening to sue me. Guess I gotta find a lawyer after I post this, I am far too pretty and soft to be sued Olivia! :’)

There was a lot of preparation that needed to be done before you could actually peg Harry. You learned that was the official term for it after doing some research on Cosmopolitan’s website. Turns out, a lot of women had the fantasy and so did their partners. It was something extremely common amongst a lot of couples and you were excited to read over their experiences and learn from them. Harry had ordered an anal training set, just a set of three butt plugs to get him stretched out before you fucked him. Even the training set was something you had to work up to. Harry suggested that you spend some time using your fingers instead, learning your way around and giving him time to adjust before you actually put a plug inside of him. When you finally got the chance to plug him, the smallest one in the kit covered in lube and ready to be inserted, Harry nearly came when you slipped it in. The full feeling that came with the plug was something you had experienced. Not in the same spot, exactly, but being full of something wasn’t something unfamiliar. Harry was in heaven, clenching around the plug and fucking up into your fist. 

a/n: werewolffry is here!! I rewrote this like three different times because supernatural au’s are just not my thing, but I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. I didn’t research anything, I sort of just came up with my own lore, and based some of it off of the show Teen Wolf, but not by much. Feedback and reblogs are super helpful, I can’t wait to know what you think! I have some other Halloween requests, but keep them coming! I’m hoping to post one every week until Halloween. Enjoy! (not proofread)

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, smut (pegging)

Words: 14.8K

Harry, Niall, and Louis are all werewolves; it was that simple. What wasn’t simple was they were university students, trying to live regular lives. The three of them all came from different families, but these families had truces, so they were allowed to interact. Over the years, hunters had started breaking their codes, and wolf numbers were starting to dwindle, so many families were starting to extend their packs to keep everyone safe.

summary: “If you want me so bad,” you say, relishing in the sudden control and the way his pupils dilate at your commanding tone, “crawl over here.”

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut—pegging, bondage, sub!harry (to the three requests in my inbox, i finally delivered). and some feels ofc

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The fan whirs as you lay on the motel bed, its velvet blankets tickling your bare back. Despite wearing a cropped lace top and a tiny black skirt, the heat remains rather unbearable. You remain patient, however, busying yourself in channel surfing. 

By time he arrives you’re midway through Titanic. His knock is gentle.

“It’s unlocked,” you call, your lazy manner of speaking hiding any excitement.

The first two buttons on his black shirt are unbuttoned, as usual. You’re greeted by the familiar swallows that adorn his collarbones and it hits you that you’ve missed him.

You don’t convey this, however. Instead, you look up, squint your eyes, and say, “There’s mud on your face.”

Harry impulsively reaches to touch his cheek. His face is already flushed from the heat, but the blush deepens as he says, “Yeah, ‘s from shooting. We had a busy day today.”

He flops onto the bed, his hair bouncing as he does so. “That’s why you were late? I thought shooting ends at 4,” you ask, pretending to be watching the advertisements.

Your disinterested tone spurs him to reach for your thigh, but you jerk your leg away. He pouts slightly. “Well, we—we went for a pint. Me and the rest of the cast.”

Silence. It’s thick and heavy until he adds, rather nervously, “Sorry ‘bout that, really. Should’ve called but my phone died. You’re not actually mad, are you?”

You move your head so you can stare at him. Of course you’re not actually mad—a little bit annoyed, but that’s about it. Part of the reason he’s drawn to you, you’re sure, is your aloof manner and seeming neutrality to his fame. But that’s not the case at all. Ever since you started hooking up with Harry Styles, you’ve been amazed by the absurdity of it, how he’ll fuck you after performing for hundreds of people or, like in this case, after shooting for a whole Christopher Nolan film.

His versatility is not just limited to his career. Harry can be a gentle lover, languid and sensual thrusts threatening to take you over the edge until it finally, blissfully does, or rough and domineering, his large hands leaving bruises on your hips. You shudder at the thought of imprints of his rings painted all over your thighs and ass. You really, really enjoy those sides of him, but you suddenly decide to explore another one today—one you’re quite sure he has. 

This is a man who has everything (and rightfully so, of course), but this evening, you’ll make him work for it.

He’s still staring at you, eyes wide and head tilted. You pull him closer by grabbing his shirt. His warm breath hits your nose as he blinks rapidly, taken aback.

“This place isn’t a usual accommodation for you, is it?” you say tauntingly. “A little motel in the middle of nowhere.”

“No,” he says, leaning in to kiss you, but you put a finger on his lips instead, your touch featherlight. 

“Go freshen up,” you say. “Then I’ll teach you a little lesson on punctuality, Harry.”

He licks his lips before obeying you, quickly making his way into the bathroom. The sound of running water doesn’t last long, and when he returns, a low-hanging towel wrapped around his waist, he drops the rag he’s using to dry his hair when he sees you.

“Christ, angel,” he whispers in awe (you find that nickname incredibly endearing—you’ve never really asked why he calls you that). His bulge is now extremely noticeable, and you wonder what’s turning him on the most. Maybe it’s the sheer red bra, your breasts pooling out of the thin fabric. Or maybe it’s the soaked panties on the floor, replaced with a brilliantly pink strap-on.

“We talked about doing this before, didn’t we?” you ask. “You want to do this?”

He nods, his chest rising and falling. 

“Words, Harry,” you say, dangerously soft.

“Yes—fuck, yes, Y/N. I want you to…” He exhales, then swallows. “I want you to fuck me. And then I want to fuck you.”

You let out a slight laugh. “I don’t know if you deserve it, though. I was waiting for hours and…”

“Let me prove how good I can be.” He licks his lips, inching forward, but you hold up a finger and he stops in his tracks.

 “If you want me so bad,” you say, relishing in the sudden control and the way his pupils dilate at your commanding tone, “crawl over here.”

For some reason, you expect him to laugh and not take you seriously. You can hardly take yourself seriously. But he drops to his knees, the towel around his waist shaking slightly, looks up at you and does exactly that—he crawls.

There’s an earnest hunger in that verdant gaze, and it’s so arousing you can hardly contain your excitement. Thanks to his rings, there’s a sound of metal scraping across the hardwood floor. You wonder how much it’s hurting his knees.

Harry pauses between your legs, and you use his hair to yank him up, to which he responds by wrapping his hands around your waist, the force of your colliding touches landing the two of you on the bed. You finally tear that towel off of him and he unhooks your bra, reaching down. You’re on top of him and he giggles.

“Your hair’s tickling m’nose,” he explains, and that makes you giggle too. You reach down to kiss him, the smell of lavender soap reaching your nostrils.

“Are you ready for your lesson, Harry?” you say slowly, observing the way he trembles ever-so-slightly.

“Yes,” he breathes back, his lips swollen.

“What should your safeword be?”

“Same as yours—candy.” You love the way he says the word. Cahn-dee.

“Hm.” You scoot so you can open the bedside drawer, where you packed an assemble of things you hoped you both would use today. There’s a bottle of lube, condoms, and—

“Rope,” Harry says, raising an eyebrow.

Last time, he had tied you up. This time, you’re hoping for the opposite. “What do you think? You’re okay with your wrists being bound?”

And of course he rasps, “More than okay.”

The image of him laid out for you is too much to handle. “Turn around,” you demand. He does so immediately, lying down on his stomach and raising his hips.

“Good boy,” you praise, delighted by the way he blushes. “Hands behind your back now.”

“Feel like ‘m getting arrested.”

“Well.” You work the rope between his wrists, tightening it just enough for him to gasp from shock and not pain, “maybe that’ll teach you to be on time.”

He says something witty in response but you can’t focus; the sight in front of you is too distracting. His bound wrists, smooth back, and wet hair creeping down his neck aren’t even the best parts; it’s his quivering creamy thighs and heavy cock lying between his legs, practically begging for attention.

You reach for it, stroking it gently and he bites his lip. “Y/N—”

“Did I say you could talk?” you say exactly the words which he’s told you before, words that shut you up immediately.

He stays quiet then, doesn’t remark as you let go of fully erect cock, already glistening with pre-cum. You can tell he wants to grind against the mattress so bad.

Your attention goes to his ass instead. It looks like a treat, solely made for you. You uncap the bottle of lube, taking more time than necessary to dip your finger in. 

He opens his mouth to speak but releases a gush of air instead, burying his face in the pillow. You finally bring your pinky finger along his tight entrance, teasing it slowly.

After around three minutes, upon which you added two more fingers to tease his hole, he stops letting out gushes of air to lift up his face and say, “Angel, please—”

You smack his ass. “Really, baby? I waited for you for hours, but you can’t even wait five minutes.”

“Fuck,” he groans miserably. “Told you m’phone died—”

You smack his ass again. “Maybe I should get a cock ring and leave you in this position for hours. You can watch as I shove my fingers up my pussy, as I come over and over again. What do you think?” He groans and you yank his hair to lift up his face. “I asked you a question, Harry.”

“No, want you to fuck me, angel.”

“Then be patient, baby.” You push all three fingers in deeper, causing him to gasp. “Patience is a virtue, after all.”

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” he pants, his thighs and wrists trembling. “Ah, fuck, Y/N—right there, yes right there—”

You redact your fingers immediately, leaving his pretty hole open and fluttering.  He lets out a drawn-out, miserable moan. “Glad to know we agree, baby.”

“Please, Y/N, please,” he begs. His cock is so hard it’s dripping on the white sheets. You hope this motel does wash them thoroughly. 

“So needy, baby. What do you think the world would say if they saw you now?  Your distinguished actor colleagues? Harry Styles, can’t last two minutes without begging to be fucked. Pathetic.”

You know your words are only turning him on more, and you love him for it. He whimpers, his gaping entrance begging to be filled. So you finally put your tongue in.

“Oh God—” he says as you give him another masterful lick.

God can’t save you now. You would say that to him, something he’s said to you before, but you’re too busy torturing him with your tongue. You know he won’t last much longer so you stop, as much as you don’t want to.

“You’re not allowed to come until I fuck you,” you remind him, so you slather on some lube onto the strap-on, beginning the sweet, torturous entrance. He gasps, his chest rising and falling.

You pause to let it adjust. It’s definitely not as big as Harry, but still, you’re nervous. You’ve never pegged him before, or anyone else, for that matter. “Is it okay?”

“More than okay,” he reassures. “Fuck me, God, please.”

Who are you to deny that? You bury yourself deeper in him and he lets out the most wonderful noises as you start to collide against his prostrate again. They go straight to your throbbing clit. And when you finally begin to hit that sweet spot, over and over, he’s coming so hard, harder than you’ve ever seen him come before.

Shit. You’re so soaked, so turned-on. He flops against the bed like a dead fish, relieved and spent. You laugh.

“Should’ve teased you for longer,” you say. You untie his wrists and he flexes them.

“I learned m’lesson,” he counters dazedly. 

“No, I don’t think so.” You walk off the bed to sit on a moth-eaten, dusty rug on the floor. He sits up to watch you take off the strap-on and spread your legs. “It’s not over until you prove it.”

He gets up immediately and you cluck your tongue. “Crawl, Harry.”

And so he does, blushing deeply, his rings once again making that scraping sound. His body truly looks like a work of art, topped with the inked masterpieces which are coming closer and closer toward you.

You two kiss for a while, on the floor without a care in the world, his hands roaming everywhere. Part of you wants to tie him up again and tease him when he can’t grasp at you, but you want to feel the warmth of his touch.

“Ride me,” he says, the most controlling he’s been all night. To prove you’re still in charge, you make him get up and back him into the corner, slipping your tongue down his throat as you thumb at his cock. 

As if on cue, you jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist. He turns around so you’re the one against the wall That’s fine, really—you just want him to fuck you now. You hand him a condom and he adjusts the rubber around himself.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” Harry says as he sinks into you. “Wanted this so bad, didn’t you, angel?”

You bite his collarbone instead of responding. He stops talking too, then, both of you tired but immersed in the debauched act, whimpers escaping your throats and mixing with the almost unbearably humid air. His pace increases, slamming you into the wall.

You two make eye contact suddenly, and there’s something in his stare that makes you want him. Not the way you’re having him right now, but dinner-on-Sunday want, waking-up-next-to-him-and-not-having-to-leave want. It’s a familiar feeling you never expected to feel for someone so famous, someone whose life is so different from yours.

Before you continue to dwell on this, you come, his name spilling from your mouth in little whispers. He watches as you do, as if you’re something incredible—as if you’re actually an angel.

His eyes are so green, you think.

-

You two strip the bed (you both agree it’s probably best to take the sheets down to the laundry room yourselves) and then just lie there, listening to the crickets chirp, the darkened room illuminated by the TV neither of you are watching.

Your head is on his chest, his hand lazily stroking your hair and it feels very intimate. You swallow—this is so stupid. Your tongue was literally in his ass but you’re having trouble to ask him out.

Baby steps. “Whatcha thinking about?” you ask instead. He seems deep in thought and it unnerves you somewhat. Despite being a public figure, despite having incredible sex with him every so often, he’s rather reserved.

You wonder if this is a bad question to have asked. He’s probably thinking about so many things—his first album which he’s in the process of making, his famous friends, his literal movie. But he smiles at you, gently kissing your forehead before answering.

“’M thinkin’ I have to go to the studio. I have a song idea.”

*

guess which song i listened to while writing this LOL. the lyric “i got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor” just awakens something in me.

lmk what you think, i just wrote this all of a sudden bc i was feeling extremely shitty.

any feedback or comments would be appreciated! this is unedited for now so excuse any typos

A/N: I am taking no responsibility for this. I don’t know where I went with this, but there will be a part 2 (I’m literally writing it right now) but I didn’t want to include the pegging just yet. Thank you @bfharry​ for the encouragement and for planting the seed in my head. I hope this is all that you’ve dreamed it would be. I hope to have the second part up soon! 

Thank you for reading! Also I didn’t proof read, I never do tbh. 

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, mentions of pegging, and sex dreams, and butt plugs. just so much filthy smut.

It all started with a dream. 

You woke up in the middle of the night, a light sheen of sweat collecting around your hairline and your panties soaked. It was such a filthy dream. Harry woke up after you, his hand falling to your back, rubbing circles on the bare skin of your back to comfort you. He thought that you had a nightmare or that maybe you were feeling ill, but it wasn’t that at all. His worried words fell on deaf ears. Images of Harry being fucked with a bright purple strap-on, screaming out for more, more, more kept flashing through your mind. When you finally broke from your daydream, you lay back down. You couldn’t look him in the eye. Where in the hell did that come from? You had never thought about pegging Harry before. There was never a discussion about doing that to him. There were a lot of late night talks about the things you wanted to try, but he never mentioned that. After catching your breath, you reassured him that everything was okay. You didn’t go back to sleep that night, you couldn’t. You were far too worked up. 

sub!harry x bi!reader

helloooo this is my first time writing like…..full on smut sooo yeah…….pegging harry is a very important topic for me and im sorry if this sucks ❤️ this goes out to anyone who’s ever thought of pegging harry, enjoy babes

WARNING: rated m, 18+ only!!! pegging, oral (fem receiving), and uhhh just sex in general? there’re mentions of alcohol at the begining too

WORD COUNT: roughly 5.8k

SUMMARY: you want to have sex, harry wants to have sex. you like to peg, and harry likes to get pegged. its a win-win situation for the both of you, and it would be a shame if you didn’t take advantage of your common interests.

Bandana wearing sub H feat. edging, love, and a deep devotion.    

a/n: Hi! Welcome to my piece for the “Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge”. The whole thing is smut guys lol. Thank you to my babes @andwhenshesays and @oh-honey-styles for beta-ing and being the best hype women, I don’t deserve them one bit. Omg and check out the edit @harryspearlsx​​ made here, I’m fucking obsessed! Enjoy loves! I hope you like it xx (ps.. keep an eye out for a link to Harry’s toy…) 

Rated: M, mature // Word Count: 4.4k

warnings: SO MUCH filth. sub!harry. h in fishnets. pegging. and more. word count: 6k+