hii i have a request: harry doing his interviews and his gf laying on his lap and playing with his hands and he’s playing with her hair
(not my idea i saw this in a tweet)
🩵 We Belong Together
Summary: Harry does his first promo interviews for “Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally.” with Y/N by his side.
CW: just straight fluff, minor anxiety (for Harry)
Word Count: 2.4k
Famous!Harry x fem!reader
A/N: Such a cute request! Has everyone been watching Harry’s new interviews? What a cutie! 🥹 Thank you for this, was extremely happy while working on it.
Harry had recently returned to his creative space, finishing his new album in June. Now, it was January, and announcements had just begun. Harry warned Y/N about the schedule weeks in advance but still felt guilty when he had to slip away for work a bit. After three years of living a somewhat normal life, Harry was ready to let the crowd back in. He made a record that he felt extremely excited about that marked ‘togetherness’ as a key part of his journey as an artist.
“Baby,” he whispered gently. Y/N sat on the green sofa next to him. She was slightly slumped over, her headphones on as she watched a video on YouTube. They were currently in Los Angeles. Harry had to film a music video for his new released album that would be coming out in early March. After releasing the song and music video for Aperture, Harry had been busy, answering phone calls, attending endless meetings, and spending time away from Y/N. He noticed her a bit distant but didn’t want to comment on it. He figured she was just giving him space to do his thing and navigate through all the promo that was just beginning to demand his time.
Harry’s hand reached out, tapping her shoulder gently. When Y/N paused her video and removed her headphones, she looked absolutely spent. Harry gave her a small pout. It had been an early morning, but Y/N insisted on waking up with him. “My interviews are about to start soon…” he picked at his bottom lip. Harry had his email opened, Zoom links available as he had spent the last hour preparing for his first interviews for the new album.
Y/N gave him a tight smile. “Oh! I can go to the other room, give you some privacy.” She offered instantly. Harry had a different idea instead. He frowned at her comment.
“Actually, I was wondering if you’d stay here on the sofa with me? I’m a bit nervous for my first interviews back, but you help keep me sane,” he said with conviction. “You don’t have to be in the camera or anything, just… close, please?”
A grin formed on her lips. He watched as she seemed to admire the idea. “Sure, it won’t be too disruptive?”
“If you stay quiet, then it will be no problem,” he shrugged. Harry’s phone chimed with a notification, taking his eyes off of Y/N for a split second. “It’s up to you, love. I don’t want to, uhm, force you or anything. I just think it would be nice to have you here when I’m talking about things and trying to find my words.”
Harry had been a bit nervous about these first interviews. His team scheduled five of them for an early morning radio show across the UK and United States. The promo for his album would be huge this time around due to his long absence from the music scene. People were genuinely interested and excited by what Harry was going to share, and he was too. There was just something inside him that didn’t want to assume the audience would turn out due to his disappearance for so long.
Y/N scooted closer to him, rubbing her hands on his back. “You’ll do great, baby,” she smiled. “I’ll be here with you.” Her confirmation felt like a weight of security. Y/N and he had been dating for a few months now. Harry needed the extra support from his partner this time around because he was terrified of the prospect of fans and the general public not being so supportive towards his new sound, look, and visuals. He wouldn’t admit that out loud, though, but it could quietly be seen.
“Good,” he leaned forward to give her a quick kiss on the forehead before adjusting his set up. He fixed his laptop onto the sofa corner, propping it up. “Do I look okay?” His northern accent slowly slipping away.
“Harry, you look… refreshed and happy,” she complimented and popped her headphones back in. Harry adjusted his laptop, checking he had his girlfriend just out of view. Once he ensured he was the only figure in frame, he clicked on the invitation link.
“Harry! Welcome, great to have you on our show. We will get started in just a few minutes,” the radio host joined from audio as Harry popped his own headphones in.
“Hello. It’s uh, it’s good to be here.” He smiled, offering his charming smile. They weren’t live yet as the radio team worked things out on their end.
“Just have a few general questions about the new album, touring, and your new single release - Aperture. Does that sound okay with you, Harry?” The radio host checked in before even going live on air.
“Sounds perfect,” Harry gave a quick thumbs up. His face turned slightly to check on his girlfriend. She had been immersed in some influencer daily vlog. He gave her a small tap, noting that he’d be starting soon. He earned a promising nod and smile from his girlfriend.
“Okay, Harry — can you hear us alright?” The radio host asked, booming through his ears. He adjusted the volume and spoke, “perfect actually.”
“Great, okay, we will get started here in 3… 2… 1,” and they were live on air.
“Good morning everyone, thank you for joining us at BBC Radio 1. It’s a bit of an exciting morning for us, and really everyone across the world. Aperture by Harry Styles has been taking the world by storm overnight,” there was a brief round of applause. “We have a very special treat, Harry has joined us via Zoom. Harry, would you please say good morning & good afternoon to all your fans listening in,” the radio host chimed away.
“Hello, everyone — thank you for having me, uhm and good morning and good afternoon,” he said with a bright smile.
“We are lucky enough to have you for the first interview, how are you feeling, Harry?”
“Uhm yeah, this is my first uhm, thing so please, be gentle… Bit out of touch with this kind of thing,” he says with a smile.
“Of course, Harry, we want you to feel comfortable here, and we really do welcome you back! Congratulations on your new single and album announcement — “Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally.” Will be out on the 6th of March. How are you feeling about all the love and support you’ve been getting?”
“Thank you, yeah, uhm, I’m extremely grateful, and I uh, I never assumed there would be this much support after I took some time away, so yeah, I’m completely blown away by the… reaction from everyone,” he spoke slowly, talking with his hands.
Y/N shifted slightly, pausing her video to watch him from the small distance they created on the sofa. As the interview went on, Harry grew marginally more comfortable. He laughed and joked with the radio host, explaining the meaning behind his album, new song, and how he’d been living the last few years.
“Yeah, I think… when you are on the other side of the audience, it’s really a good feeling to understand what they feel… it’s important really, as an artist, to understand that. By being able to go to shows and be in the pit, it really allowed me to be fully immersed, and that’s what I want for my audience too. To have fun and just be able to dance with this sense of togetherness rather than me up here on the stage and you down there,” Harry explained. He gave a quick glance in Y/N’s direction, reaching his hand out to brush her arm gently. He kept his face trained on the screen as he absorbed the radio host’s comments and questions.
Y/N slowly eased her hand into his large one, grounding him. As the first interview came to an end, Harry clicked off and turned to Y/N.
“Thank you for being here, really helps,” he gave her hand a small squeeze before clicking his email again. “I have another in ten minutes, really packing them in today.” He cleared his throat and reached for his now-cold cup of tea.
“You did great, baby,” she smiled. Harry nodded his head for her to come forward towards him. “Rest on my lap for a bit, you seem tired.” He knew the signs: constant yawning, tired eyes were literally the death of him, especially hers. Y/N didn’t protest, eased her head down on his lap against his soft pajamas pants.
“Really dig this professional up top, relaxed on the bottom look — it suits you,” she said, playing with his pajamas strings. Harry chuckled, “I’m flattered, really.”
Harry clicked around some more on his laptop, his free hand brushing softly against her scalp. Y/N kept her headphones in but her phone down on the coffee table. He watched as she closed her eyes, relaxing into his touch.
As his phone chimed again with another Zoom meeting notification, he cursed under his breath as he noticed that his girlfriend was sleeping peacefully in his lap. For a second, he wondered if he should wake her and get her tucked into bed before his second interview, but he couldn’t move himself to wake her. She looked so peaceful and relaxed on his lap.
As the second interview started, Harry stayed focused but had his hand on hers the whole time. When she’d shift in the slightest, he’d try hard not to look down at her much. He kept his hand steady as he talked through the interview questions.
“Uh, yeah, I’m extremely excited to get back on the road and really feel the audience again,” he smiled. “Right now, we just started our prep for tour,” he explained, “working on the visuals and, uhm, that type of stuff.”
“Thirty nights at Madison Square Garden, how are you feeling about that?” He gritted his teeth a little, “uh yeah, I think it will be great, I have never done anything like that other than the 15 nights, but we decided to double it, so yeah, I’m excited.” He added.
“New York will love to see you, will your partner be able to join you for some of those shows?” He looked down at his lap, considering the question. It was the very first asked about their relationship.
“Uh, yeah, she’s a huge support, so she’ll… She’ll be there,” he said with a cautious smile. He was protective over his girlfriend, especially since she wasn’t as used to his artist persona. Harry made her promise that she wouldn’t listen to any noise that was about her or something regarding their relationship. Harry promised he’d tell her if there was something she must know from the media, other than that — he wanted her to steer clear of Twitter and Instagram unless it was their personal, private accounts.
Once the interview ended, Harry took a moment to watch Y/N sleeping peacefully in his lap. His thumb gently brushed against her brow, in complete awe of the solid presence beside him.
“I love you,” he whispered, then shifted his attention back to his previous work. Harry clicked onto another meeting, answering the same few questions with a bit more confidence. His hand never left Y/N’s as she slept to the calming sound of his voice.
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Summary: Harry reunites with Y/N at his ‘Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally.’ Album listening party.
CW: Smut (fingering, dirty talk, use of nicknames, p in v, quiet dominance), age gap, older!Harry.
Word count: 3.8k
Harry x fem!reader (Y/N)
A/N: Happy HS4!!! ♥️ This was a request by one of my mutuals, @sparklejumpropequeen1113 ! Thank you for being so kind & requesting this. This was so fun to write, hope everyone enjoys it! Let me know what you think!!
(Y/N’s POV)
The mess of clothes stared back at her on the floor. Y/N sat on her bed defeated, her phone glowed with the invite from Jeff. Harry’s manager reached out to her a few weeks ago to invite her to Harry’s new album, ‘Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally’ listening party in London. The listening party was categorized as ‘intimate’ and ‘few family & friends’ invite only, exclusive function. Y/N was apprehensive about attending because Harry had been quiet and distant since they last saw each other. Plus, there was a number of other people who probably deserved to be in the room with Harry, not some twenty-four year old girl who was his ex-girlfriend.
Harry and Y/N shared some time together when he was visiting Italy during the summer. They met at a local, exclusive wine tasting that left them both buzzed and without many clothes. That was the first time they slept together. Many times after that, Y/N began to know Harry for Harry — not Harry as Harry Styles. They grew close but Harry’s more quiet lifestyle — late mornings, dinner dates, film nights — began to fade out. Y/N noticed as Harry would retreat from the bed to his quaint in-home studio to write.
Y/N and Harry naturally distanced themselves, both agreeing that the breakup was mutual. Italy felt more like a daydream than anything else to Y/N. That’s why shock was her more natural reaction when she received a text months later from Harry’s manager, who begged her to come to London.
Her plane was taking off in six hours, and Y/N struggled with the thought of seeing him again. Not only seeing Harry but seeing the man she was less familiar with — his famous, well-loved persona.
Y/N scrambled as she packed random outfits together in her suitcase, showered and got ready for the airport.
Before she could process her arrival to London — the flight attendant made a brief announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, British Airways welcomes you to London. The local time is 16:30. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until we park at the gate. You may now turn your electronic devices off airplane mode. Thank you for flying British Airways!”
Once airplane mode was shut off on her phone, Y/N received a group of text messages from Jeff.
“Hello, Y/N. Hope you arrive safely. I’ll have a car parked and ready for your arrival. It will take you straight to the hotel.”
“Party is at 20:30. Please don’t be late, driver will be waiting downstairs of your hotel. Wear something sparkly.”
The anxiety in her stomach began to make her chest feel tight as she exited the plane to grab her luggage. It was a strange feeling, Jeff had been aware of their history but Y/N wondered if Harry was even aware she would be coming. He didn’t reach out to her once.
After arriving at her luxurious hotel, Y/N quickly showered again — applying moisturizer, body oils and soft-glam makeup before hearing a soft knock at the door.
“Courier for Ms. Y/N,” she quickly fastened her robe and answered with a polite smile. The courier was holding a garment bag and small envelope. She quickly thanked him and closed the door. She held the heavy bag in her hand, positioned it in her closet before she opened the envelope.
“Wear this tonight. — H”
The words jumped out at her. He knew she was coming.
(Harry’s POV)
As the time approached, he became more nervous and aware of the possibility that Y/N may not even show. He fucked up, pushing the one girl away that he had the best time with. The girl who knew him for who he was, not for the fame or money. Harry had been taking it hard; acting tough in public but in private, when he was alone? He was an absolute mess. He’d drink a little too much, type out messages, threaten himself to call her but never followed through. He distanced himself because Y/N wasn’t use to that part of him, the work part.
The day they mutually agreed to end it buzzed in the back of his mind constantly. He just agreed with her because how could he sustain the relationship between Italy and London when he was so busy. Jeff advised him to call it off or be prepared for push back. So, Harry listened, but their mutual agreed breakup wasn’t hard on him — it was devastating.
He poured everything into his album, writing romantic songs that captured Italy’s dreamland and sad, upbeat melodies that captured the downfall of after. He wrote countless of songs about her.
Tonight, she’d hear them and there would be no doubt that she was his muse.
The party began, it was in a secluded warehouse that mimicked the disco scene. It was intimate but close family, friends and Harry’s team were all there — enjoying the upbeat atmosphere.
Harry scanned the room frequently, failing to find the sparkly pink dress he had dreamed to see her in. Harry received great praise for his music but his attention was split.
“Mate, have you seen her anywhere?” He asked Mitch as he passed him quickly. He earned a quick glance back and firm head shake.
“Fuck, okay.” Harry was beginning to feel defeated. His thoughts got the best of him. He makes his way through the crowd, smiling at others as he passed by.
Why would she come all this way just to not show up?
“Harry,” Jeff called out, nodded in the direction towards the entrance. Y/N was stood there, the sparkling pink dress glistening as the disco ball swirled. She looked absolutely stunning. Harry couldn’t stop a grin from forming on his lips as he made his way through the crowd.
He instantly leaned in, his hand rested against her bare back. “You came.” His voice was thick with emotion and want, he felt stuck in a daydream. Y/N was finally in his arms again.
“Congratulations on the album,” her voice was soft in his ear, her perfume was the same as he remembered. The party scene vibrated around them. A classic disco song began to play above them, ‘I Will Survive’ by Gloria Gaynor.
Harry brought her closer to him, took her hand and lead her to a more quiet space. Once he shut the door, his eyes finally took her in.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he muttered quietly.
“I’m here,” she said matter-of-factly, a small smile plastered on her face.
“Fuck, you look… s’pretty, petal,” he took a step back and take her in. “Perfect in that dress.” Harry felt like he was back in their quiet villa, not some buzzing warehouse that was catered for him.
“You look… good too,” Harry wore a custom made suit that sparkled in the light. He smirked at her comment, never took his eyes off of her figure.
“I — I shouldn’t be so selfish and let you mingle out there,” he said but didn’t move from against the door. He crossed his arms, the material of his suit stretched opened. His gaze drifted from her lips down her body and back up.
“It’s real good seeing you, petal.” He stated before opening the door.
Harry disappeared into the crowd, physically tearing his body away from her because he couldn’t stand another moment without kissing her. He ventured to the bar, downed a strong alcoholic beverage before being whisked away by a group of friends. His mind stayed with Y/N and his eyes watched as she moved throughout the space. He remained at a distance, distracted in conversations as his attention pooled to her.
As another track started, he excused himself and went to find his muse. His body pressed up against her back as he carefully leaned down, whispering in her ear.
“This one is about you,” he slurred, his lips brushing against her ear. He pulled her back slightly, his rings cold against her warm skin. “Dance with me,” he commanded.
They danced to the beat, his lyrics surged around them.
“I missed you, Y/N. Had to try hard to not reach out,” Harry admitted.
“I missed you,” he heard her whisper as the beat pulsed.
“Come home with me tonight,” he pleaded. “Just miss you s’much.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck.
Y/N seemed to relax in his embrace but it only lasted a few seconds before she pulled away. His eyes met hers in the low lighting as she turned to face him.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He heard her question, the hurt was evident in her voice.
“I want nothing more, Y/N. It was fucked up of me to pretend that I was okay with us… with us breaking up,” He started. “I was just scared you didn’t want this... “ He motioned to the space that buzzed around them.
“I want you, Harry. All of you. You don’t get to decide which part of you I get to have,” she said firmly. “I didn’t want to break up either, you just became so distant.”
“I was trying to protect you,” he said through the music, realized this wasn’t the place or time to have this particular conversation.
“For fuck sake’s,” he cursed, with a slight smile. “Jus’ come back with me tonight, I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
After a drunken, celebratory speech and many thanks to his team, Harry whisked away Y/N, her hand in his grasp.
The car was quiet, filled with tension between them. Harry’s hands fidgeted before he broke the silence towards the driver.
“Partition up, please. Cheers mate,” he watched as the partition separated them seconds later. The SUV drifted through the quiet inner London.
Harry turned towards Y/N, his dark green gaze dropping to her lips.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” He gives her a moment to signal him away but he finds nothing. He pressed his lips softly to hers at first, melting into the kiss. His hands found her body, pulling her close. When she began to kiss back, he let her take control — felt her weight shift as Y/N climbed on top of him. His fingers pressed into the soft skin along her hip bone.
“You have no idea how much I need this, need you,” he whispered against her lips, trailing his kiss down her neck. His touch was firm but soft, delicate with her.
“I need you, Harry,” he wasted no time, tugged roughly at the dress he had custom-made for her. He was sure he ruined the material but didn’t care. He pushed the fabric up past her hips. He looked down at her soft thighs, spread around him. Pink lace underwear adorned her skin beautifully. He pulled at the material, tugged them down so his fingers could brush against her clit. He felt her jerk slightly once he made contact.
“Oh, there she is… There’s my girl,” he purred in approval, welcoming the warmth and slickness that coated his fingers. He cursed when he realized he still had his rings on. He pulled his hand away from her, tucked them up by her lips.
“Take my rings off,” he demanded in the quiet. He watched as her mouth enclosed around his fingers, eyes fluttered slightly as he felt her wet tongue swirl around the cool, metal. “Good girl,” he praised as the rings fell to the seat.
He connected their lips again as his naked fingers found her clit, applying slight pressure as he moved in slow circles.
“Can I?” He asked quickly, needing her consent.
“Please, yes.. please, Harry.”
His fingers slowly pressed against her entrance, pushing in at a gentle pace. He cursed under his breath in a grateful manner. He watched as her body began to respond to him. He felt her fingers tighten against his suit, he watched her face relax in pleasure as he slowly pumped his fingers.
“Oh, my pretty girl… Moan for me,” he begged, curling his fingers to reach her precious g-spot. His fingers carefully practiced their movements, increasing his speed as she moaned out for him.
“More, baby, please.” She begged, it was music to his ears.
“My greedy girl, always wanting more…” he muttered as he pressed his thumb against her clit. He smirked as she rocked against his fingers, matching his pace.
“That’s it, petal. You’re right there, pretty girl.” He felt her beginning to come undone, her muscles swollen and squeezing around his fingers. The sounds of her breathing and moans echoing throughout the enclosed space.
“Let go baby, I’ve got you.” He whispered as Y/N moaned out his name, releasing all over his hold. “My perfect girl, let m’taste you,” his words slurred as he slowly removed his fingers. He instinctively brought them to his lips, tasted her climax on his tongue.
“Mmm,” he moaned softly. “Can’t get enough of you,” he said as the car slowed and idled in front of his gated community in Hampstead.
He carefully moved her off his lap, helped her with her dress before he opened the door.
“Come on,” he offered his hand, pulling her close to him in the night. As soon as got inside, Harry connected his lips with her again. The kiss was rough, passionate and almost painful as he went to bite her lower lip.
“You going to be a good girl for me, petal?” He taunted, pulling away from the kiss to lead her to his stairs. He ran up them quickly, his hand resting against the small of her back.
“So good for you, only you.” She whispered into the cool air.
He lead them both down the hallway into his master bedroom, it was minimalistic and dark. He pushed a button that turned on soft, low lightly and urged her to get on the bed.
“Have you been thinking of me?” He asked as he walked to the nightstand, took his rings off slowly. The clink of each ring hitting the glass plate echoed through the room.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly as she watched him in the low lights.
“I’ve been thinking of you too,” he replied, gaze full of love and admiration.
(Y/N’s POV)
Her body began to tremble in anticipation, she needed him more than ever. The sexual chemistry between them never was an issue in their relationship. Harry knew exactly how to take care of her. Make her comfortable, desired and completely surrendered to him.
“Harry, please…” Y/N wasn’t shy to beg but he was clearly taking his time as he undressed himself slowly. His dark gaze met her own, she watched as the smirk spread on his lips.
“You sound so pretty, petal… Begging for my attention.” The bed dipped as he pressed into it. “What do you need, baby? Use your words.”
She took a deep breath, her fingers brushed against his toned back, felt his muscles tense. “I need your cock, please baby.” She pleaded with him.
“My perfect girl,” he whispered as he shifted on the bed over her. “Let’s get you out of this, hm?” She felt him touch her with urgency, removing her dress and underwear gently.
“Look at my pretty girl,” she watched as he drank her body in. He positioned himself between her. “Need to see your face,” she heard him muttered.
“Ready?”
“Yes, baby. Please,” she said softly before he eased into her. Y/N immediately positioned her body closer to him, wrapped her legs around him. She drew him deeper, moaning out at the sudden depth of his cock inside her.
“S’good, petal. Made for me.” He whispered into her hair, beginning to move slowly with her.
“Fuck, Harry.” She moaned out, holding onto him tightly.
“Good girls don’t curse, petal.” He said firmly, rocking his hips against her.
Her legs tightened as he began to increase his speed gradually. She moaned out, basking in the pleasure. Above her, she could hear him speak but barely could process the words. The feeling was too much for her, euphoric as her second orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry cursed, feeling her clench around him. She knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She felt him thrust into her more sloppily, his breathing rough as he approached his own orgasm. Harry let out a low groan that was music to her ears before collapsing on top of her.
The only sound in the room was their synchronized breathing. They shifted slightly, Harry rolled onto his side, careful not to disconnect their bodies yet. She tucked into his arm, their sweaty bodies tangled together.
“We aren’t ever leaving each other again,” he whispered into the side of her neck. His voice was filled with of conviction. “Can’t be without you, petal. Never again,” he promised.
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🐰 Bunny*^+: "Lucky me, I found myself the sweetest bunny." // Harry’s girlfriend has her first real fertile window causing her to be extra needy.
🩺 Doctors Orders^: “Paging Doctor Styles!” // Doctor Harry Styles world flips upside down when his girlfriend becomes his new patient.
⚖️ Guilty Act, Part 1: “Your job? Is it your job to tease me, Ms. Y/L/N?” // A confession, jealousy and forced proximity cause the spark of something new between Mr. Styles & his assistant.
⚖️ Guilty Act, Part 2*: Harry struggles to keep his desires at bay for his pretty assistant.
💊 Medicine*: "I'm here to take my medicine, treat you like a gentleman." // Harry and his girlfriend join the mile high club to relieve some tension.
💤 Dreams with you, of you*^: “Woke up alone in this hotel room, played with myself — where were you?” // Harry has a realistic dream that causes him to call his ex.
🌸 Delicate Touches (Headcanon)*: Harry’s hands are always on his girlfriend and his lips can’t stay away.
🩸”Let Me Take Care Of You”^: Harry's girlfriend experiences excruciating pain on her period so, Harry takes care of her.
💖 The First Time*: Harry’s girlfriend has sex for the first time.
💜 Quiet*^: Harry and his fiancée hit a rough patch while he’s in NYC for his Together, Together Tour.
🎈Birthday Wishes*: Harry and his colleague have celebratory birthday sex.
🎈Birthday Wishes Part Two*: Harry grants his colleague her birthday wish.
🖤 Arrogant*: When fame creates a nasty imbalance between Harry’s public and personal life, he is forced to let go of his very real relationship.
🩶 Show You Off: “Kissing and I hope they caught us, whether they like or not.” // As Harry’s girlfriend steps into the spotlight, Harry is cautious but unapologetic about his love for her.
💬 Too Friendly: Harry is upset because his mates are being "too friendly" with his girlfriend during a game night out. 💕
💬 “I'm Ovulating 😩": Harry's girlfriend is ovulating and extra needy, wanting him home immediately to sort her out.
A crowd of hundreds of celebrities gathered among themselves, it was the 68th Annual Grammy Awards Ceremony. Harry particularly didn’t care for these events but with his wife being nominated for an award — there was no way he’d miss it. Y/N was nominated for best female R&B singer, an accomplishment that he knew she deserved. He watched as Y/N worked tirelessly at the studio, writing songs for her new album. Now that her album was out, Y/N was booked and busy. Harry played the role of a supportive husband.
Harry watched from the side as photographers took his wife’s photo. She looked absolutely stunning in a custom made Chanel dress that hugged her body perfectly. Harry knew he’d have trouble keeping his hands off of her for the whole night.
“Baby, come join me,” she smiled, waving him over. Harry stood in a white cropped jacket that had a tailored, sparkling undershirt that was slightly cropped as well. His tan trousers complimented his wife’s simple but elegant black dress. He joined her, wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close into his side. He leaned over, whispering in her ear as photographers captured the moment.
“You’re super pretty, just like you always are,” he said, lips brushing against her ear. The moment earned a bit of attention from the crowd and photographers. Within a few seconds, Harry interlocked their fingers and lead her down the red carpet.
“Harry and Y/N Styles, may we have a quick interview?” Harry looked back at his wife, leaving the decision up to her. “Of course,” she smiled and stood slightly in front of Harry. He kept his hands on her waist, offering a charming smile.
“Congratulations on your nomination, Y/N — best female R&B singer, how do you feel?”
“Extremely happy, I owe everything to my husband and fans for their support. I definitely couldn’t do any of this without them,” her authenticity shining right through.
“Harry, how do you feel tonight? Are you proud of your wife?”
Harry grinned, “I’m overjoyed, I think she is right where she deserves to be and uhm, I’m really proud of her tonight. It’s her night,” he replied, keeping his eyes trained on his wife.
After a couple more questions, Harry pulled Y/N away from the chaos and camera’s into the venue that was much more calm. Artist’s and celebrities were gathering to their seats. Harry pulled the chair out for her and sat down next to her. He pulled her chair an inch closer to his. His left hand rested against her bare thigh, his voice was low as he spoke.
“Whatever happens, m’so proud of you.” He whispered, keeping his green eyes trained on her own. “I love you, baby.”
As the night continued, Y/N felt more anxious as her category was about to be announced.
Doja Cat was the announcer, “Now we have the results for the best female R&B Singer — These are the nominees.”
An announcer listed off a series of names that included her own. It felt like ten long minutes before the results were announced.
“And the Grammy for best female R&B Singer goes too — Y/N! Congratulations!”
Y/N looked at her husband in complete shock, her hand cupped over her mouth as her jaw dropped. Harry leaned in for a chased kiss, helping her up before clapping his hands in joy. His eyes glossed over as he watched his wife reach the stage to accept her award.
“I— I’m in complete shock, wow — uhm, I — I really couldn’t do this without all of you, my fans and my supporters. I want to thank my team, management, my collaborators and everyone who took their time to listen to my album. I’m extremely grateful. This category is full of talented, passionate, beautiful women and to be apart of that — I’m very happy and blessed.To my husband, I love you so much and I’m so thankful for all your support! Thank you again,” Y/N said into the microphone before walking off with her award in her hand.
Harry pulled her into a tight embrace once she got back to their assigned table. “I’m so proud of you, baby. I knew you could do it. Now, I’m not the only one with a Grammy,” he smirked, “You did proper well, I’m so proud of you.” He kept repeating, pulling his wife close.
“Don’t drink too much tonight, need you alert for when I get you alone.” He whispered into her ear, “Need to celebrate that accomplishment of yours.” He winked before taking a sip of his water.
“Having your baby, hey!” The music surrounded her as she walked back to Harry’s dressing room from the side of the stage. Harry was currently singing his last song, ‘Kiwi,’ part of the encore. As the cheers grew louder, Y/N smiled to herself. She couldn’t have been more proud of her boyfriend. They were in Singapore for his Live On Tour show. Harry had been nervous for his first few shows being a solo artist after his album debut, but the crowd’s support had never wavered. Y/N hummed along to the encore, patiently waiting on the sofa for Harry to arrive.
She perked up when there was a knock and the door opened shortly afterwards. “Oh! Thought Harry would be in already,” Jeff commented. “You good, Y/N? Can I get you anything?” He asked, half in the door, half out. She shook her head and offered a polite smile. “No, thanks Jeff.”
“Car will be out back in 15 minutes,” he confirmed, looking down at his phone. “Right, I’ll pop back in once Harry comes.” He glanced towards the stage entrance before smiling. “There he is, great show man.” She watched as Jeff gave Harry a pat on the back. “Car’s out back, whenever you two are ready—it will bring you to the hotel.” Jeff was gone before Harry fully stepped into view. The noise and energy seemed to radiate off of him. He was slightly sweaty, his hair was disheveled, and he had a huge grin on his face.
“Baby,” he immediately opened his arms for her and walked towards her in two steps. His breathing was heavy and she felt his heart pounding when he pulled her into a hug. “Missed you,” he said against her hair.
“Hi,” her voice was warm and filled with devotion. “You did amazing, I’m so proud of you.”
“Was a bit nervous,” he admitted.
“Didn’t seem it, babe,” she promised. Goosebumps rose to her skin as Harry pressed featherweight kisses along her neck and the curve of her jaw. She relaxed in his touch; her eyes flickered shut for a few seconds. His lips connected to the corner of her mouth.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he muttered against her lips. She felt his hands engulf her waist, drawing her closer. “Need you tonight,” he whispered, placing a love bite on the sensitive area of her neck.
Y/N gently pushed him away, giving him a warning look. “We talked about this, Harry. You need rest, you promised you’d get a full night's rest before our flight to Sydney tomorrow.”
“Mm,” he groaned, pulling her close to him again. “Like when you get all bossy on me,” his tone was low and teasing.
“Harry,” she rolled her eyes as she was attacked with kisses again. A knock at the door interrupted them. “Come in,” Harry said, pulling his attention back to the door. Jeff popped through. “Car's out back, shouldn’t be too much traffic if you hurry.”
With that, they slipped into a routine. Harry quickly changed into more comfortable clothes than his stage outfit. He appeared more boyish in his black jumper and joggers. His face held the familiar exhausted look that he had brushed off numerous times. After he gathered up his personal belongings, Y/N and him snuck away to the unmarked, parked, black SUV.
Harry’s head rested against her shoulder as the sedan drove through the foreign city. It wasn’t long before she heard slight sleepy noises coming from Harry. A small smile perked on her lips as she supported him with her arm. Minutes went by before the car pulled up to their hotel.
“Baby,” she shifted, waking him from his light sleep. His voice was rough, clearly disoriented from his performance high and low.
“Here already?” He half groaned, his tired eyes opened to find her hand and guide her out to the entrance of the hotel.
While in the elevator, Y/N felt Harry’s gaze on her. He was close behind her, almost protective as he held her hand firmly. He guided her to their specified room number. He let her go first, closed the door, and locked it behind them. As Harry moved to turn the overhead light on, Y/N protested.
“Harry, you should really get some sleep.” Her back was to him as he stayed at a distance to watch his girlfriend.
“Fine, only if you undress me. M’exhausted,” he muttered out; his tone was slightly annoyed and filled with sleep.
She stalked towards him and took a few steps to guide him towards the plush, comforter that adorned the bed. Gently, her hands pushed him back. Harry fell to the bed with a slight smirk caught between his lips.
Y/N stood between his legs and reached down to tug his jumper off, over his head. Her eyes fell to his tired face. She watched as his sleepy smirk turned into something more playful. His finger trailed against her clothed sternum down to the hem of her skirt.
“Behave,” she warned, easing to her knees to work off his joggers. There was a slight erection already tented in his sweatpants.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman, I really am…” his hand carefully brushed a few hairs from her face. “It’s just really hard to behave when you're like this.” His tone was clear but soft, almost afraid to push.
Y/N towered over him, his lips formed a small but noticeable pout. His cheeks flushed pink. She waited for him to beg, knowing he’d do so.
“S’hard, baby. See?” She heard seconds later as she moved to turn the light off.
“When I’m like what, baby?” She pressed, her patience wearing thin. Y/N began to undress herself in the dark, leaving only her barely-there underwear on.
Most nights, Harry listened to her. When on tour, he kept a strict schedule and Y/N made sure he adhered to his rest. That had caused a little trouble in their intimacy department. Harry grew increasingly needy as they traveled from country to country without a proper fuck. Y/N struggled too but understood that his rest was a precious commodity that Harry frankly didn’t get enough of.
“Mm, bit controlling,” he tested, his voice drawn out. "Always wanting me to rest, m’fine… Had a bit of sleep.” His hand gently grasped hers as she came closer to the bed, forcing her to stand between his thighs again. Her free hand tilted his chin up, the moonlight catching how dark but pleading his green irises shined.
“Ask again, nicely this time,” Y/N insisted. Her eyes darted between his pink lips and doe-like gaze.
“I’ve been so patient, can I please have your lips around me? I promise, I’ll be a very, very good boy for you.”
“And?” She challenged.
“I’ll go straight to sleep after,” he added, “please baby, I promise I’ll listen.” His voice sounded earnest. Y/N watched him for a few heightened seconds before speaking up.
“Since you asked so nicely,” she slowly ran her hand up his thigh in controlled movements. “Back against the headboard,” her tone carried through the quiet room.
Harry listened, positioning his tired body against the head of the bed. Y/N slowly climbed into his lap, feeling his strained cock against the thin material of her underwear.
“Good boys get what they want, think you deserve a little… punishment.” Before Harry could protest, Y/N began to grind down on his thickness. The friction immediately caused Harry to hiss, grasping her body down for more connection.
“Ah, ah, ah—Ask, first.” She pulled his warm hands off of her skin. “Go on, pet.” Her hip movements increased, pleasure surged between her legs. The friction caused a moan to escape her softly as wetness pooled through her cotton underwear.
“Please, Y/N,” he begged. “Let me touch you, please. I need to touch you, I’m aching baby.”
“No, baby. You need to rest, let me…” Her voice turned a little softer as her hands fell to his chest. She curved against him, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone and tatted skin.
“For fuck's sake,” he cursed, “fuck me, please baby. I need you.”
“I know you do.” Y/N encouraged Harry to lift his hips, pulling his black briefs down. She was surprised he had lasted so long. He’d been needy ever since they had arrived in Singapore days ago. He was strict about certain things on tour, like no alcohol, a healthy diet, and no late nights. Y/N cared so much for him that she may have neglected him sexually, but it wasn’t by force. He had been busy with rehearsal, sound check, interviews, and fittings so that sex had taken a backseat.
His cock sprung out, precum leaking from the swollen tip. Her hand immobilized him, pumping twice before she pushed her underwear aside and sunk down on his manhood. A soft gasp escaped both of their lips. Harry kept his hands fisted against the sheets, trying hard to be a good boy.
Y/N moved at a tortuous pace, rolling her hips. Her hands pressed against his chest to support herself.
“Christ,” he muttered out, his cheeks a tinge of pink as his body began to relax from the pleasure. “S’perfect for me. I love when you take control, baby honey.”
She increased her pace, her practiced movements swallowing him fully before she used her weight to draw herself up. “Fuck,” her breathing heaved as Harry leaned up and burdened her neck with wet kisses.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised, taking notice of her slight trembling. “Can I help you love, please?” He earned a weak nod before his hands pressed firm against her hips, squeezing the plush skin there. He anchored his hips up, driving into her with an intoxicating force.
The pleasant song of their skin colliding was heard through the quiet space; moans echoed off the walls as Y/N came undone first.
“Oh, Harry… Fuck, fuck baby.” She collapsed on his chest as Harry followed after her. A low groan and a spree of curse words left his mouth as she rode out both their orgasms.
Their heavy breathing filled the quiet as both came down from their highs. “Right love, loo then lots of cuddles,” Harry demanded after a moment of quiet. He patted her bare ass as she slowly climbed off of him.
Y/N hurried to the toilet to relieve herself and clean up before she lazily walked back to their mess of a bed.
“Drink this,” Y/N held out a bottle of water to a sleepy Harry. She watched as he downed a few sips before pulling her to the bed. His body wrapped around hers. Harry kissed the corner of her lips and muttered against them.
“Get some rest, love. You’ll need it for morning,” he warned.
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Harry and Y/N had a friends-with-benefits relationship, but Harry "ended it" because he thought Y/N was developing feelings. Since they have the same group of friends, weeks later, at a party, they run into each other and everything seems fine. The two are close to each other in a "circle" of friends who are talking, drinking, and smoking, and Y/N is flirting with this guy. This makes Harry angry, not because he actually likes her—he's just a jerk—it's just selfishness and possessiveness. When she goes to the bathroom, he follows her. When she opens the door to leave, he pushes her inside, and she's like, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" and he says, "You know it's ridiculous acting like a slut around that guy." And she's like, "You broke up with me, Harry?" and he says, "We never had anything for me to end anything, baby." They argue, and she starts pushing him, and he pins her against the wall, and they kiss. He masturbates her and then says "you're coming to my house tonight" and she, being an idiot, accepts. In this fic, Harry really is a stupid jerk who just uses her.
this is my idea. english isn’t my first language, so forgive me if there’s anything wrong or incoherent.
⛓️ One and Only
Part 2
Summary: Toxic Harry sees his former “fuck buddy” flirt with another guy at a house party.
CW: Smut (female receiving oral, cursing, mild humiliation/name calling), drug use mentioned, toxic/mean relationship, long hair Harry.
A/N: Thank you for this Anon request! Literally laid out the whole foundation and I absolutely loved writing this. May continue because toxic Harry is hawt! Lmk what you think, lovelies! ♥️
With the music playing softly in the background, Y/N could actually hear the guy she had been speaking with. He didn’t seem too bad. He was able to hold a conversation, asked questions back to her and seemed genuinely interested in what bullshit they had been conversing about. When he said something funny, Y/N rested her arm on his — leaned in slightly and whispered into his ear.
“Why haven’t you came to these things before? Make it much more enjoyable for me,” she held a sweet smile on her face.
“I’ve came, you just haven’t noticed.” He admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “Think you were seeing someone,” he nodded towards Harry’s direction across the intimate party scene. Y/N felt a tinge of pain in her chest, not ready to admit she got lost in Harry’s grasp for way longer than she should’ve.
“We’re not together anymore,” her voice sounded convincing, she put it on for show. “Besides, I’m having a lot of fun with you,” Y/N turned her body into his. Her eyes darted to his full lips for a moment the back to his brown eyes.
“Glad I could capture your attention,” he whispered into her ear, caressed her cheek with his free hand. “Want to take a walk with me?” He asked, interlocking their fingers together.
Y/N thought for a second, having absolutely nothing to lose. Her friends were encouraging her to get under someone new too. It had been a while since Harry and her hooked up and her girls were convinced she was still under his influence.
Time to prove them wrong.
Y/N downed the drink in her hand, “A walk sounds great, I could use some air. Let me just head to the bathroom first, I’ll meet you by the stairs?” Once she got a quick hand squeeze in confirmation — Y/N moved throughout the crowd with a quiet confidence. She wasn’t necessarily expecting them to sleep together but it was nice to have someone interested in her. As she rounded to the bathroom, Harry suddenly came into view. Her eyes widened for a second, noticed his intoxicating scent that had been wildly familiar. His hair had grew an inch longer, almost as long as her own since they last met.
Without saying anything, he pushed into the toilets with her.
“Harry, what the fuck?” She watched as he closed the door, locking it. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?” She could smell the whiskey from his breath, his gaze was intense, almost filled with frustration.
"You know it's ridiculous acting like a slut around that guy."He replied coldly, his arms crossed at his chest.
Her mouth hung open for a split second, squinting at him in confusion. He couldn’t be serious right now.
“You broke up with me, Harry?” She said, matter-of- fact tone. She mirrored his stance, looking up at his face.
“We never had anything for me to end anything, baby." He said, a mean smirk on his face.
“You’re such a fucking jerk,” she cursed as Harry took a step forward.
“That’s the best you got,” his smirk remained, shaking his head in disapproval. “I’ve been called worse, love.” He began to corner her against the stripped wallpaper. She held her hands out, trying to put distance between them.
He continued to egg on, “what were you going to do with him, hm?” He asked, “let me guess, beg him to fuck you like you did with me…” Y/N pushed him hard.
“Fuck you,” his arms pushed back, not violently but caging her in to his embrace.
“Mm, petal. If you wish, we could give it another go,” he teased. He leaned down, pressed a soft lingering kiss to her neck. A shiver ran down her spine, completely falling under his ridiculous spell.
“Harry, I — I’m not doing this again,” she tried to convince herself. She earned a laugh from Harry, he pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Really? So… if I just —,” he drops to his knees, wrapping his large hands around her waist to pull her close. His mouth pressed wet kisses over her top. “Tell me you don’t want me to give you head,” Harry threatened, fully aware that was her exact weakness.
“I — I,” she stuttered out, watched as he pulled her shirt to reveal her bare stomach. He kissed the flesh there, kipped the skin. He knew her body completely.
“Lost your words, petal?” His fingers worked against her bare thighs, rubbing softly against them. “You always wore a skirt if you wanted me to eat you out,” he hummed against her skin. “Don’t think I’d forget that, you little slut.”
As much as at wanted to push him away, the need between her legs grew. She remembered exactly how it felt to have his tongue against her. Y/N fucking craved it but she’d never admit that. Harry broke her thoughts as he pulled her thong down.
“Aw, would you look at that, petal,” his tone wasn’t surprised at all. He knew his effect on her. “Soaked,” he held her underwear up for her to see. “Definitely don’t think it was from that boring bloke out there,” he tsked away.
“Tell me, you want my mouth or my fingers first?” Harry questioned, his gaze meeting her own concerned one.
Was she really going to do this? Fuck!
“Y-Your mouth,” she quietly, not believing it herself.
Harry wasted no time, lifted her skirt and connected his mouth to her precious core. He moaned out at the contact, causing a violent jolt from Y/N. Her breathing shuttered as he began to skillfully, pulse his tongue against her clit.
“Mmm, baby — ,” he sucked down, distracting himself. “Needed this, your fucking taste is mine.” He muttered against her, her legs nearly gave out as he continued his assault. Y/N became a moaning, whimpering mess. Her hand found his long curls, fisted them with a tug.
“Harry,” she cursed, her chest rising as he licked against her entrance, lapping her the arousal there. “Be quiet, petal. Don’t want your little friend to hear,” just as he said that, she moaned out loudly — not being able to help herself.
A soft knock interrupted her pleasant bliss. Harry immediately spoke up, not caring who was at the door. “Busy in here!” He called out, his mouth never leaving an inch from her vulva. He continued his invasion, gripping her thigh as he flattened his tongue against her.
When the knocking grew more aggressive, he cursed. “For fuck sakes,” he finally moved to stand, marching to the door without even caring to wipe his face. He opened it slightly, just a crack.
“We’re fucking in here, use a different loo.” He closed the door with waiting for a reply. Y/N spoke up when he put his back to the door. She already was bending to put her underwear back on.
“We aren’t fucking,” said firmly, fixing her skirt. Harry watched with a smirk, “Well, we could if you wanted,” he finally wiped his mouth, licked his hand clean.
“Come back to my flat tonight,” he commanded, keeping his distance. “We can hang out,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “I have some coke too, if you want.”
“That was one time, I’m not taking your coke!” She half yelled, moved towards him to look at herself in the mirror.
After a few seconds of watching, Harry spoke up again. “You’re s’fucking pretty,” he complimented her.
Y/N’s eyes darted to his own before letting out a sigh.
“What are we going to do at your flat?” She questioned. He shrugged again, licking his lips.
“Whatever you want to do,” he smirked. “You’re looking in the mirror too long, let’s go.” He stated, lacing their fingers together to pull her out of the bathroom. Y/N didn’t stop him as he lead her out the house entrance. He didn’t bother saying goodbye to their friends, not caring enough.
“I’ll call a cab,” he said, the dark sky surrounding them.
“Just because I’m coming back with you, it — it doesn’t mean anything,” she said, mostly to convince herself.
“Right, petal. Whatever you say,” he smirked, pulling her closer. “Couldn’t stand the thought of you doing any thing with that guy,” he admitted.
“I wasn’t going too,” she watched him as he smirked again.
My nerves got the best of me. My ring clad hands were sweaty, no matter how many times I wiped them on my trousers. I searched the crowd of people who were coming through the gate.
She should be here by now.
I took a couple deep breaths, begun to overthink everything. I double check her text, I was waiting at the correct place. Why did Heathrow have to be so damn crowded, I let out a huge sigh. Wonder if she just took the money I sent her?
I’d be without my girl, thousands of dollars and look extremely stupid continuing to wait here. I checked my watch, I planned on waiting five more minutes before heading to the underground.
Five minutes passed, I found myself at a small cafe near the gate. While waiting for my order, I kept wondering if her flight got delayed or if something bad happened. Surely I would know about it if there was something. I was constantly checking my phone, seeing if she messaged. Right as my order came up, I heard my name being called from behind. I turned so quickly, almost knocking the person beside me out of the way. “M’sorry,” I say, not paying attention as I search in the crowd of people coming out of the gate. A grin spreads across my face as I see a huge suitcase and a petite girl staring back at me. She looked just like her profile photo but with a more natural look. She dressed in a tight fitting dress that hugged her body in all the right places. I began to walk over, scooping her into my arms.
“Mm, I can’t believe you are real,” I say first, which was the stupidest thing I could’ve come up with.
“Of course! You knew I was real, Harry. We Face-timed, don’t you remember?” It was something I couldn’t ever forget, she looked just as gorgeous as then as now. Letting her go from the embrace, I took a couple steps back. I admired her for a second, taking in the shape of her body, her gorgeous eyes and the way her hair sat so perfectly.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She says, an innocent look across her face.
“Jus’ wanna get a good look in before I ruin you love,” I joke, my cheek settle with a painful feeling each time I smile. I couldn’t believe she was here, in London, with me. Only a few weeks ago, she had been only some girl in my comment section. Having her so close, it almost felt like a dream. If it was, I wished I never woke up. Taking her suitcase, I directed her out of the airport. With the crowd being so heavy, I grabbed her hand which was noticeable a lot smaller than my own.
“Do you live far from here?” I hear her ask, her sweet voice sounding even better in person. It was almost hard to process what she was saying without taking a few seconds for each phrase to settle in.
“I live about 40 or so minutes away. If we take a taxi, the price will be extremely high,” I explain. “It’s a weekday so hopefully there won’t be so many people on the tube.” After about five minutes of walking, I swipe my card twice as we enter the tube. There was a couple seats in the back that I grab for us and a handy place to put her luggage.
“Did ya pack your whole closet?” I ask, grinning ear to ear as I turn towards her. My hand engulfing her own still as the cart started its move. I had to have some contact with her. I dreamt about the feeling of her skin. To have her so close now, I wasn’t going to waste any of the precious time I had with her.
“You said to pack of like two weeks,” she defends herself, pushing into my shoulder lightly. “I wanna look cute for you,” Y/N says shyly. I wondered what happened to that bold girl who dared to do anything. Maybe it was because we were on public transport but I found myself wondering if she was nervous. We had talked about what we would do to each other many times when we were alone. I was sure those things would still happen but the anticipation was getting the best of me.
“You are s’pretty, don’t worry darling,” She could go around in the baggiest clothes and still look perfect. During our time leading up to her arrival, we did our best to learn more about each other. Although it was a short time, I felt such a strong connection to her. I tried to not seem so nervous, wanting her to feel comfortable to be herself. As the tube continued on its journey, we sat and talked about numerous things. I asked about her family and she questioned about my job search which made me smile a little.
“It’s actually going well. I uh, I got an interview coming up. Its while you are here, I hope you don’t mind?” I finally found a place that was hiring for my position. The location was not too far from my small flat. “It’s in a few days, wanna help me prepare for it love?” I asked a smirk spread across my lips. “We could practice a little bit,” I suggested which wasn’t that bad of an idea to me. It would surely ― well, hopefully, would help me calm my nerves.
“I think that would be fun for us,” her hand fell to my thigh, caressing the material there lightly.
I glanced down at her hand then into her eyes, not being able to look away until I heard our destination being called out of the intercom. “Shit, that’s us.” The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. If we had to wait any longer, everyone and their mother would have witnessed a full blown make out on the tube.
With her luggage in one of my hands and her hand in the other, I lead her down my familiar street. “Bit jet lagged, aren’t you?” Y/N seemed a bit tired but nevertheless gorgeous. The way she would gently rub her eyes, yawn here and there made the idea of a nap that much more pleasing. I pulled her into my arm, holding her close to my body as people passed through the busy streets of London. After a quick walk, we finally arrived at my flat. I held the door for her, letting her explore the small place first. I set her luggage by the mat, shoving my hands inside my pockets.
“Want a tour?” I asked like a proper home owner. I earned a shy smile from her which made me question everything. “Alright well, this is the kitchen… Not a whole lot happens here. I do cook pretty regularly but other than that, we have some pots and pans that are drying,” I tried to do my best to make her feel comfortable and at home. Meeting someone new could be a little intimidating. Meeting someone in a whole different country had to be a crazy experience and for that, Y/N was the most daring woman I knew. I continued to show her the rest of my flat which wasn’t anything spectacular. I was working on getting a bigger place with the money I earned for being a camboy. I decided that once I found something, I’d properly decorate it and make it look extremely nice.
We ended up in the bedroom which happened to increase the sexual tension between us. Throughout the whole journey, we had been flirting with each other. Now all alone, I didn’t want to put pressure on her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. There was certainly something between us but we were too stubborn. Both of us were waiting until the other made the next move. My fingers danced against the comforter as my eyes slowly met her own. There, right below her nose, rest the most perfect smile. I couldn’t read her thoughts or what she felt but I knew that smile. Before my feet could catch up with by brain, I found myself walking over to her petite figure. My large hands cupped her face, feeling her soft skin with the pads of my fingers.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I whisper. My face was inches away from her own, It took everything inside me not to rush into the kiss. “I want nothing more but to make you feel comfortable.” At that moment, I couldn’t care if we fucked or just sat around. All I cared about was making her feel at home and comfortable. “I honestly didn’t think you’d agree to come,” I admit.
“I always wanted to come. From the moment I saw you, I wanted to be with you.” Those words were enough to set off little fireworks inside my heart. It fluttered as if I was a teenage boy who had their first kiss.
“And you are here with me now…” A devilish smirk crept upon my lips.
“Yes, and I want nothing more but for you to fulfill your promise.”
For a second I play dumb, thinking back to that very moment.
“I don’t know what you mean, love?”
“You are gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”
“Gonna have to refresh my memory, petal.”
“You promised… “ She inched closer, her lips brushing over mine so lightly. “You would fuck me,” I make the move, attaching her lips together with mine. I was aware that I was being rude by cutting her off mid sentence but I already knew what was coming next. My hands grip her face in place, our kissing was nowhere near as gentle as our voices. My tongue slipped into her mouth, colliding with her own before attacking her lips once again. I wondered if she could feel my heart beating against her chest, It knocking as if it was locked out. I felt her hands pull me into her, gripping into my button patterned shirt. As I deepened the kiss, I wondered what was going through her mind. Everything seemed all put together and a mess at the exact same time, I felt so restricted and so free. My hands roamed down her lower back, shifting her body towards the bed. My tall frame towered over hers, asserting dominance.
“Lay back,” I mumble through the kiss, guiding her back onto the dark comforter that was seen many times on camera. My body hovers her own, keeping her lips on mine. My hands ran along her sides, gripping her hips to pull her up onto the mattress a little higher. Both of us refusing to pause to take a breath. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her lips. The kiss was turning sloppy, my mouth dancing over her own, kissing the side of her mouth and chin.
“I want to taste you,” I say. My breathing rapid as I pulled away from her kiss. I hear a whine come from her mouth, I felt the same way. I still didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, it was the very first time we had met. Prior to continuing, I asked her.
“Are you sure about this? I mean… Fuck,” I run my fingers through my messy hair. “I just don’t want to do anyth ―,” I was cut off by her rushing out, “Stop, I want this. I came here for you, to be with you, Harry.”
Without any seconds thoughts, my hands tugged upward at her dress. The desire to feel her core on my tongue rushed throughout my whole body. I felt like a famished boy who hasn’t had a proper meal in ages. What was my meal? Her, to be exact.
I swallow hard as I saw what was under that sinful dress. “Christ, you’ve been wearing this the whole time?” I growl, under had been crotchless panties that surely didn’t hide much. Seeing her spread out, bare and wet in front of me was heaven like. As I got to my knees, I hiked up her dress more. I watched as her breast spilled out from under the fabric, the whole scene riveting. Before my thoughts got the best of me, I buried my head deep into her thighs. Teasing as I licked, kissed and sucked on her skin right by her folds.
“Beg.”
My voice was demanding, strong and assertive.
“Harry please, I need to feel you.”
“More,” I say. My lips brushing against her vulva.
“Baby, please, I can’t take it anymore, I need you.”
With that, my tongue lapped up her juices. The taste of her on my tongue was beyond the hard candy I had earlier to calm my nerves. Skillfully, I used my mouth right where she needed the most. My lips wrapped around her clitoris, tugging slightly at the sensitive bud. After giving her a good suck, my tongue soothed that area of her body. I found Y/N a squirming mess around me.
“Hold still,” I muttered as my free hand grips her full hip down onto the bed.
“Mmm, Harry…” She whines as I detach my mouth from her core, it was as painful for me as it was for her.
“We aren’t nowhere near done yet petal, calm down.” I hush her, sitting propped up on my elbow. With my right hand, I sucked on my index and middle fingers. Once all wet, the pads of my fingertips ran against her folds, dipping into her sweetness with one to start out.
“We’ll ease you up with one love, yeah?” I say, knowing my fingers were slightly bigger than her own. With my waist rested against the bed, I could feel my trousers starting to become slightly uncomfortable. I went away with the thought, focusing on the sweet girl writhing away by just one finger. Adding another, I used my other hand to apply pressure on her lower abdomen. I slowly began to pump my ring clad digits inside of her.
“S’wet,” I saw a fire burning in her eyes as I applied more pressure with my hand. “You feel that huh?”
“Yes, fuck..” She curses a smirk warming up to my lips. My fingers increase their pace, a quiet wet sound appearing faintly.
“Yeah? You like my fingers?” I ask, curling them each time I went deep inside of her. My fingers were soaking wet and stretching her out.
“Harry please, don’t stop.” Her fingers wrap around my wrist, supporting the work that my fingers are doing.
“I ― I,” she couldn’t finish, being interrupted by her own moan.
“What, baby? You, what?” I ask, knowing very well what she was about to say.
“I ― Harry,” She gasps as I curl my fingers in just the right spot. I hum out, trying to keep a grin from spreading. I apply slightly more pressure on her abdomen, knowing it would send her overboard in a matter of seconds.
“Ah!” I watch her body jolt under me as I curl my fingers once again. A huge grin appearing on my lips as she begins to rock her hips. I feel her walls clench around my extremities, looking at her in awe.
“S’good gorgeous, you took my fingers so well… Think you can give it another go? I wanna try to stretch you out,” Consent was extremely important to me. It didn’t matter what I was doing, I always asked or at least search for discomfort before continuing. I watched as her pleasure filled body squirmed from my hand at her core still. Y/N gave me a small nod but it wasn’t enough.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes. Please daddy, I want ―,” she continued to struggle out the words. “Hm, what do you want princess?”
“I want three ―,” Y/N whined out, clearly not being able to focus or use her words with my fingers on her. I removed them swiftly, turning all the attention to her.
“I want three of your fingers,” she said after a few seconds. I watched as her chest rose then fell. She was heaven sent, there was no explanation for it. I was the devil and she was only an angel. I ruined her already with the way I made her body move, dangerous and unholy. I took the liberty to pull her down near the edge of the mattress, my tall figure over hers. My fingers ran over her inner thighs, teasing ever so gently.
“You are an angel…” my glaze lowers, taking her in entirely.
“Harry, please… “ She begs for me, a smirk widens under my nose. I had her exact where I wanted, vulnerable and needy.
As I came back to my laptop, I wasn’t expecting a whole lot. Maybe a flirty message from HardCandy and many other notifications. When my MacBook woke up, I was taken back by what I saw.
“For fuck’s sake,” I cursed, looked over the message she sent. There she was, well a part of her at least. Her sweet thighs spread apart, a red lace thong in view as her fingers were coated by her orgasm. I hardly could think straight, just stared at the image for a minute or so. I was distracted from my thoughts by a text appearing below the photo.
She wrote ― “Does this answer your question?”
That familiar feverish feeling soared throughout my body, knowing I would not be able to escape this girl. I let out a deep sigh, closed my eyes, did my best not to get excited again. Which was nearly impossible with that image in front of me. I fought everything that burned inside me and began to type away a reply.
“Oh Kitten, that DOES answer my question. I want nothing more but to lick those precious fingers of yours. You are must taste so good…”
I sent, chat bubbles popped up almost instantly. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. I wanted to know every single detail about her. It was burning inside me that I didn’t know her name, age or what she’d like to do for fun.
“Only for Daddy. I wish you were here, I could use you so badly right now.” Read her reply across the screen.
I knew it was going to be a long night if the conversation continued on.
“Sweetheart, I want nothing more but to be with you right now. You and your little photo is killing me. I wish I could kiss every single inch of your body.” I sent but quickly added ― “I would kill to spend a night with you.”
That statement was dangerous. I had no idea who this girl was, where she was or if she had someone. The lust flowing through my veins did not give a damn, only craving to know more about her.
“I’d let you but maybe we could start with a phone call first?” The female asked in the chat.
A smirk spread across my lips, hearing her voice? That would be something I could only dream of.
“I’d love too. You’ll have to pay extra though…” I sent as a joke, hoping she’d catch on.
“How much extra?” Her reply came in, made me laugh out into my empty space.
“I was only joking, Kitten. I would never make you pay for anything.” I sent that along with my number.
I was glad that we were taking things a step further. My mind had been preoccupied with her existence for the last few hours. I wasn’t stupid, the fact of this actually going somewhere was slim to none. I could not pick out why I was so infatuated with a woman I hardly knew. Luckily that would soon all change, my phone began to buzz with an unknown number across the top. I waited a few seconds before answering the call.
“Hello?” I said a bit too pippy for my liking. “Uh, It’s Harry..” My voice was slightly shaky, unsure of what exactly to expect. Fear started to cascaded throughout my thoughts. Wonder if she was some type of joke? A scam or better yet, a catfish?
“Hello, Harry.” She said in a soft-spoken tone. “This is Y/N.”
“Oh wait, s’you aren’t named HardCandy?” I said, wanted to make the situation more lighthearted.
“No, just Y/N or you can call me whatever you like…” Her voice trails off, I wish I could see her. I would’ve suggested FaceTime but I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself.
“Y/N, Y/N, I’ll have to get used to that.” Her name was as beautiful as her. “It fits you,”
Fuck, so awkward.
“What’s the story behind that, love? Your username?” I asked, genuinely curious. For a second, I was concerned that she was underage. An underage girl is usually called HardCandy and god, I’d be fucked if that was the case.
“Thank you,” I heard her say. “Have you ever had a piece of Hardcandy? It’s sweet but challenging. You have to work to get the flavor, that’s kinda like me…” She explained, I never thought of a simple piece of boiled sweets like that.
“Mm, s’you are a challenge?” I said with a silvery tone.
“Guess you will just have to wait and see, Harry.”
A testing smirk raised across my lips. I wanted to be challenged. I loved a challenge and I was competitive. Extremely hard at winning. I’d blast myself through the warning lights for her.
“Tell me about yourself,” I said as more of a demand. I was itching to know more.
“What would you like to know?”
I hummed at the thought, what did I want to know about her?
“Jus’ about everything,” It was the truth. I sat back against my pillows, relaxed as I listened to her voice. It was rather calming to just listen to her talk. I asked questions when necessary but mostly let her explain herself. I was shocked by some of the things I heard. She truly was a character and unlike anyone, I had met before. It was important to note that she was of age, close in age with my twenty five years. After confirming she wasn’t a minor, I craved to know absolutely everything about her but I didn’t want to pry.
“Oh, you want to know about me now? That’s how this works?” I chuckled lightly as my smile grew. My life wasn’t nearly as interesting as her own. The idea to make myself seem more interesting was settling but I couldn’t do that.
“S’right, uh… I don’t really know what to say. I graduated from university recently… I studied to be a physiotherapist. I uh, am looking for a job currently in my area of London s’ya. My friend suggested camming, I didn’t see why I shouldn’t give it a try.” I explained, knowing the question would come up eventually.
“Physiotherapist, I could see you doing that. You seem like you’d love to help people,” She was exactly right. That’s why I decided to study in the first place.
“You’re right. I am quite the helper,” and that’s exactly why it was strange to receive help from other people. Before I got too lost in my thoughts, I spoke up.
“Do you have any request for me?”
“Mm, I do.” I heard her say in a fruitful way. A smirk cross over my lips, wetting them as I listened to her go on. “I want you all to myself, Harry.”
“Do I sense some jealousy?” I tease, ran my ring clad fingers through my hair.
“uhm, I’m not jealous!”
“Whatever you say, Kitten.”
“Don’t call me that,” I grow confused.
“Why? You don’t like me calling you that?”
I hear her let out a loud sigh, “I do but it makes me wet,” knowing I could do that by one simple word increased my confidence with her.
“And that’s a bad thing, why?”
“It’s not… I just ―,”
I interrupt, “what?” I drag out, confused at why she’s being so shy.
“I just really wish you were here,” the temptress said once again.
“Mm,” my lips hummed together, “and uh, what would you like to do if I was there right now?”
“Harry, you really aren’t going to make me say it.”
“Say what, Kitten?” I teased.
“You know what we’d do if we were together…” She trails off.
“I really don’t. Entertain me?”
“Ugh, don’t play that game. You know… “
“You don’t have to be so shy around me, Y/N.” I let a chuckle escape my lips, my fingers tracing the tattoos on my abdomen. “You must be trying to say that we would fuck all night and I’d make you cum more than you can count?”
“I am not shy!” I hear her whine which made me laugh. “Are you saying that as a promise?”
“Oh Kitten, that’s more than a promise.”
“Harry… “ The way she said my name, so effortless and unlike any other.
