#harry extras

“This is nice.” Harry just watches you walk around his dressing room as the smile that’s been on his face since he met you outside the venue grows into a full on grin. “You’re only playing for one night why do you need this?” Your voice is playful as you reach out and grab a framed photo off the counter that has his bag of toiletries on it in front of a mirror.

“I love that photo.” He answers with a shrug as he takes a step closer to you as your eyes roam over the photo that’s of the two of you from one of your very first trips to visit his family as a couple, Harry has his arms wrapped around you from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder while you’re laughing at something Gemma said gathered around a small fire pit in Anne’s backyard. “Makes me happy every time I look at it—bring it with me everywhere even if it’s just for one night.” He explains as he places his hands on your shoulders, you smile as you feel him press his lips to the top of your head.

You place the photo back onto the counter, you let out a soft hum as Harry’s hands slide down your arms until they land on your hips. When you turn around in his hold his eyes glance down to lanyard around your neck, the rectangle badge hanging off the end of it that has his messy handwriting on it telling anyone who can read it not to let you into the pit section of the venue and he can’t help himself when he reaches out and turns it over so he can see the side that has his name on it in big block letters with the words “V.I.P All Access” underneath it. You watch his eyes darken as his hand glides up the lanyard until he’s gently holding the side of your neck and it has you holding back a giggle because you know Harry has always had a thing about seeing you wear things with his name on them even if it’s something as small as a badge that allows you to get around the venue easier.

“That looks good on you.” His voice is low as his thumb runs up and down your jaw, his eyes linger on the badge for a few seconds longer before they bounce up to your face and lock with yours.

“Well that’s because everything looks good on me.” Harry chuckles as he nods in agreement while your hands rest flat against the soft fabric of his sweater. “You know I’m kinda shocked I’m even allowed in here because the sign on the door says artist access only and I know I’m great with a coloring book and I put on the best shower concerts but I’m not actually an artist.” You tell him as your hands slide up his chest to the top of his shoulders and to your surprise instead of saying anything witty in return he just leans down and presses his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

His hand on the side of your neck slides up into your hair, tilting your head upward so he can deepen the kiss as he urges you backwards until you’re pressed against the edge of the counter. Your hands find their way into his hair as he gives your bottom lip a swipe with the tip of his tongue before pulling away just enough so he can rest his forehead against yours. His hand on your hip slides down the side of your thigh until he’s slipping it under the hem of your dress, the warmth of his hand on your skin sends a welcomed shiver down your spine as he slowly drags it up your thigh.

“Your badge says all access—and I’m the artist so that means I get all the access to you I want so of course you’re allowed in here baby.” You don’t even get to roll your eyes at his silly explanation before your head is getting tilted upwards by the hand tangled in your hair making you let out a gasp that has Harry smiling as his lips find your neck. “Wherever I am you’re allowed to be—need you around me all the time.” He reassures you between kisses up your neck.

“You make me sound like I’m important or something.” You feel Harry’s lips spread into a smile against the smooth skin of your neck as his hand slips between your thighs, you let out a soft sigh as he runs his thumb up and down the wet patch on your silky panties.

“That’s because you are important.” He whispers in your ear before he releases his grip in your hair, your hands slide out of his hair and drop to his shoulders as he slowly lowers himself down to his knees in front of you. “You’re very important.” He adds as he pushes the skirt of your dress up just enough for him to get a better view of your clothed center, you feel your heart pounding in your chest as he licks his lips before looking up at you with a swirl of desire mixed in with the dark emerald shade of his eyes. “Been thinking of being between your thighs all day—didn’t have enough time this morning—only got to use my fingers and it about killed me having to leave without getting a little taste of you.” You swallow thickly as Harry’s eyes stay locked with yours as his hands start to slowly drag your panties down your legs, you lift one foot at a time helping him get them completely off before tossing them behind him not caring where they land.

“I was very sad when you had to leave.” You give him a small little pout feeding into his burning need to have you on his tongue because you know Harry absolutely can’t stand it when he doesn’t get to please you the way you want, Harry’s bottom lip dips downward into a frown as he stands up and grabs your hips pulling you closer to him making your hands grab onto him a little tighter.

“I’ll make it up to you baby don’t worry.” He promises as he bends down just enough so he can grip the backs of your thighs so he can pick you up making you wrap your legs around his middle while your arms snake around his neck. “Gonna have to be quiet for me okay? I can’t have everyone walking around outside picturing what’s got you making such pretty noises.” He tells you as he places you down on the plush couch in the middle of the room, you just give him a nod as you spread your legs for him so he can sink down to his knees.

“You’re gonna have to be quick you only have,” You pause as you reach down and grab his wrist so you can read the time on his watch making him hold back a laugh because you also have on a watch but he knows your mind is a little too focused on him to remember. “Half an hour until you have to get changed.” You remind him as you let go of his wrist making Harry just smile as he leans over so he can place a quick kiss to your lips.

“I better get to it then.” He teases as his hands start to push the skirt of your dress up until it’s bunched up at your hips. You feel his eyes as they travel down your body until they land on your glistening core, his hands gently lift one leg at a time placing them over his shoulder before running up the tops of your thighs so he can grip your hips letting him pull you closer to the edge of the couch.

You feel his warm breath fan over your center as he lets out a deep sigh of relief now that he’s finally about to get what he’s been craving all day, his lips leave a trail of kisses on the inside of your thigh before he places a kiss right over your bundle of nerves. His eyes find yours so he can watch your face twist up in pleasure as he uses the flat of his tongue to lick a warm wet stripe up your slick center. He fights off the urge to close his eyes as he lets out a hungry groan as the first taste of your arousal hits his tongue, one of your hands grabs the armrest of the couch as he flicks your sensitive clit before diving his tongue into your needy hole.

“Oh god.” You moan softly as Harry spreads you folds apart with his tongue before giving your clit a few flicks, his eyes watch your free hand grab at the couch at your side desperate to ground yourself in anyway as Harry brings you closer and closer to your undoing with every swirl of his tongue inside your soaked cunt. When he looks back over at you he sees your badge with his name on it resting perfectly against your lower tummy and it ignites something in him.

Harry has always gotten an odd sense of satisfaction seeing you wear his merch but something about seeing you in a lanyard with a plastic badge on the end of it that tells everyone who you’re here with and it being him has a weird type of possessiveness being shot straight into his bloodstream sending his need to absolutely devour you into overdrive. You have to clasp a hand over your mouth the keep your moans from being too loud as Harry manages to pull you even closer to his greedy mouth sending his tongue deeper into your wetness. The moans and groans he lets out vibrate against your core sending shock waves of pleasure through you, his name slips out of your mouth over and over as the tip of his nose nudges against your clit with each thrust of his tongue in and out of you.

“Fuck—taste so good baby.” He mumbles against the soft skin of your inner thigh, his eyes scan your face and he smiles to himself when he sees your cheeks are flushed and your pupils are blown out. “Tell me sweetheart do you feel important now?” He asks gently as his eyes glance down to the piece of plastic that’s still resting flat against your tummy.

“Yes—yes I feel so important oh-” your words get cut off by a chocked moan as Harry slips two fingers into your needy cunt while he wraps his lips around your clit sucking on it for a moment before flicking it with his tongue. “Oh yes just—just like that oh god.” You moan as Harry pumps his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace while his tongue licks at you as if he’s trying to get to the sweet center of a lollipop.

“Gonna be good for me and make a mess on my tongue baby?” You can’t do more than just give him a nod as he continues to fuck his fingers in and out of you at a pace that has him feeling your walls starting to pulse around his thick digits. “God you’re so fucking pretty baby—love seeing you fall apart for me.” He praises between kisses to your thigh distracting you from him slipping his fingers out of your wetness, your mouth drops open and his name falls out of it when he pushes his tongue deep inside of you swirling it around before pulling out to the tip and diving back in.

“Harry.” You struggle to keep your voice down as you feel the thin string holding you together finally snap when Harry gives your sensitive bundle a few rapid flicks with his tongue, your eyes snap shut and all you can hear are the faint sounds of Harry moaning as he laps up every drop of your release not letting a single drop go to waste. His grip on your hips turns bruising as he holds you still while he licks and sucks at you as if it’s the last time he’s ever going to get to have his head tucked between your plush thighs.

“Holy shit.” He pants as he reluctantly pulls away from your center, his hands soothingly rub up and down the tops of your thighs as he looks away from your center and up to your face. “You okay my love?” He asks softly, he lets out a chuckle when all you do is shake your head while keeping your eyes closed.

“No—I’m way better than okay.” You answer with a lazy smile spreading across your face as Harry moves your legs from his shoulders so he can stand up, you slowly open your eyes as he leans over you placing a hand on the back of the couch next to your head.

“That’s good.” He says with a smile as he grabs the lanyard around your neck with his free hand giving it a small tug so you’ll meet him half way for a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you—very much.” You smile as he pulls away from the kiss, letting go of your lanyard so he can stand up.

“I love you too.” Harry has a prideful grin on his face as you smile up at him looking truly blissed out all because of him. “Now will you find my panties so I can go grab some water before you get hauled off to wardrobe.”

“I mean do you really need them? Aren’t they just going to come off later anyway?” You narrow your eyes at him as you sit up and fix your dress making Harry’s mouth turn downwards now that his view of your perfect cunt is ruined by the skirt of your dress.

“Harry Styles find my damn panties.” He lets out a huff before he turns around and looks around the room for your missing piece of clothing that Harry thinks are a bit useless considering the skimpiness of them but he’s always been one to do what you ask of him. “Oh so someone told me you’re planning on playing from the dinning table tonight and I’d like to know if that’s true or not?”

“Possibly—yes.” He answers as he walks back over to the couch with your silky panties in hand so he can bend down and help slip them back up your legs.

“So you just want everyone to cry? That’s so rude”

“I mean I don’t want to make people cry I just—I miss playing the song that’s all.” You roll your eyes as he holds his hands out for you to take so he can help you off the couch. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure you have some tissues.” He says with a smile as his hands cup the side of your face so he can tilt it back just a bit before leaning down and placing his lips against yours.

“I don’t need tissues you’re going to be the one crying tonight not me.”

“Are you sure you want to plant these here?” Harry asks with a raised brow as he looks up at you over his shoulder as you stand next to where he’s kneeled down with his hands grasping the containers of the bright pink dahlias ready to put them in the same patch of dirt that once upon a time used to house a few rose bushes that sadly came to a tragic end and are now in the bottom of a black trash bag on the other side of Harry, along with the containers that held the lavender you had him plant around the birdbath in the center of the garden in the backyard.

“Yes.” The tone of your voice paired with the way you slightly tilt your head to the left tells Harry all he needs to know and it has him letting out a chuckle as he shakes his head making you shoot him a glare. “Don’t laugh at me Harry this is serious.” You inform him with a small huff as you place the hand that’s not holding your mug of tea he made you after arriving home from the garden center on your hip.

“I know it is baby that’s why I’m waiting for you to tell me if I can plant these flowers here or if you want me to move them somewhere else.”

“Where else would you want to put them?” You ask as Harry releases his hold on the flowers so he can stand up, a quiet groan slips past his lips in the process.

“Maybe by the fence? In front of the azaleas?” He suggests as he drapes his arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side. “They’d look nice there.” You purse your lips in thought as Harry leans over and places a kiss to the side of your face.

“Okay well—what if I tell you to plant them there and then tomorrow I look out the window while washing dishes and decide they look hideous and need to be moved over by the back gate or something?”

“Sweetheart when’s the last time you washed dishes?” Harry teases making you playfully swat at his chest before raising your mug up so Harry can grab it and take a sip.

“Don’t be rude I’ve had a stressful day.”

“I’m sorry love but really if you decide tomorrow that you want me to move them over to the back gate then—then I’ll just move them.” He reassures you as you take your mug back from him, you let out a sigh as he pulls you deeper into his side.

“And if I don’t like them there? Then what?”

“Then I’ll move them again and again until we either run out of places to try or you find the spot you actually like them at.”

“You know when you say things like that it makes it sound like you’ll do anything for me.” Harry smiles as he turns his head and looks down at you only to find you already staring up at him with a grin on your face.

“That’s because I would.”

“It also kinda sounds like you love me.”

“That’s because I do.” He answers with a shrug as he leans down and bumps his nose against yours making you giggle before he closes the small gap and presses his lips against yours in a quick and sweet kiss.

“That’s good because I think I want to move them over by the birdbath.” You mumble between kisses making Harry laugh as he brings a hand up to cup the side of your face as he pulls away.

“Anything else?” He asks as his thumb runs up and down your cheek.

“I might want to put more lavender by the back gate because it’s so pretty and smells nice.” You answer holding back a smirk as Harry just nods in agreement already knowing that’s not all you have to say to him. “Oh and I love you too—not enough to move plants for you but-” Harry placing his lips on yours cuts your explanation short making your face break out into a smile when he pulls away.

“Anything else?”