#harrystylesfluffy

An: so in celebration of the fact that there is less then a week until I start my final exams I have a short fic for you and all the people starting or doing exam right now, good luck bby’s ! Also 700+ followers guys, are you kidding me!! Ily all 🥰

This includes a lotta fluffy fluff because that is what my heart craves! (I’m so stressed rn 😭) anyways hope you enjoy! Not proofread ofc, notes and reblogs would be much appreciated!

Stress and worry was the only thing encapsulating you mind at this moment in time, your final exams were just over a week away and the all you could seem to do was study for them.

Revising from book to book your folder full of notes and mind maps was almost bulging, mirroring what you felt your head was doing at that moment.

‘Baby, you alright in there’ Harry chirps as he peeks his head round the door, having not been home for very long after being at the studio for a good portion of the day.

‘Yeah I’m fine’ you clearly don’t tell him the truth.

‘Dont lie to me’ he can see the distress in your face and how your eyes are slightly red as you try to hold back tears from how stressed you were. Harry hated the sight infront of him, not you of course, but the fact that a stupid exam had you in bits.

‘I just don’t want to do bad, people have said this exam can be really hard and they wished they’d studied more, so thats what I thought I’d do but nothings going in’ you ramble as you let the first tear fall which was soon followed by some more.

‘Oh m’baby, c’mere’ he rushes to scoop you up from where you were sat, pulling you into his chest where you start to sob and Harry feels his heart pang as he tries to not get emotional himself, he just really didn’t like seeing you this way.

‘It’s okay darling, I’m here, s’all going to be alright I promise’ he tries to speak comfort to you.

After a few minutes he moves to sit down on the chair you were once sat on and has you straddling his lap as he was scared that eventually your legs would give way. ‘It’s okay baby, let it all out’ he presses a kiss into your hair as he soothingly rubs circles into your back. It’s when you start to hyperventilate slightly that tears his heart the most ‘gotta breath for me baby, in through you nose and out through your mouth’ and when you carry on he physically has to pull your face out of the crook of his neck and have you face him.

‘In and out darling, gotta breath for me’ he demonstrates and you eventually start to follow.

‘Good girl’ he praises when you regulate your breathing, the only sound now emitting from you were tiny whimpers as you start to calm down, your head falls limp in the hold of his hands, truly showing how tired you were and harry takes the chance to wipe the water that had gathered on your now tear stained cheeks.

‘Sorry, this is soo silly’

‘No it’s not, the only thing that is silly is that you are putting to much pressure on yourself darling’

‘I just don’t want to disappoint anyone’

‘Who are you going to disappoint? he asks he asked in bewilderment.

‘I don’t know, you…my parents’ you try and think of some more but you realise that you couldn’t.

‘You are definitely not going to disappoint me, you are the most intelligent and most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, and for your parents, I know they would be saying the exact same thing baby’

‘I just wanna do well’ you sniffle into his shoulder.

‘You are gonna do soo good baby, I know it. You just gotta rest now, no point overloading and stressing yourself out’

‘I know, but my exams are a week away, need to do some more’

‘Not a chance darling, think you should take a break cause I hate seeing you like this, I really do’ he pouts.

‘Maybe could just have the rest of tonight off’

‘And tomorrow’ Harry pipes up.

‘But-‘ you try to protest but Harry is having none of it.

‘Nope, no buts baby, you need to recharge your batteries’ he didn’t want to take the decision off of you but judging by your state you definitely needed a break to relax yourself, and he knew that you wouldn’t refrain yourself from overworking.

‘Okay’ you agree dropping your head in defeat onto his shoulder, knowing that he was right and that you needed to take care of yourself a bit more than you did.

‘That’s my good girl, now let me take care of you’ you face his mmm and smile softly.

‘C’mere petal, got some mascara on your cheeks’ Harry starts the thumb off the black streaks, his eyes peering at you in concentration.

‘I love you’ you can’t help but burst out when he’d finished, feeling like crying all over again at how tentative he was.

‘I love you too baby…I’m gonna go run you a bath, does that sound good?’ He whispers as if he knew that you had a headache at that moment.

‘That sounds amazing H’ you practically moan because you back had been aching from being leant over you desk for such a long time.

‘C’mon then’ he taps you thighs signalling you to get up from his lap.

‘Oh no, my legs seem to have stopped working’ you try to get up but flop back onto him.

‘Okay’ he swiftly scoops you as he stands, making sure that you don’t fall from his grip, the act making you giggle into his shoulder, and to be honest you felt like it was the first time you had properly laughed in days. Harry couldn’t help but smile at your sweet giggles, much preferring it when you were your usual bubbly state.

He carried you up the stairs without a care in the world, as if this were a normal situation between the two of you and now that you think about it, it probably was. The amount of times you had fallen asleep halfway through a film was ridiculous, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake you up from your peaceful state so always opted to carry your sleeping figure.

Once you both reach the bathroom he plops you down on the toilet seat, whilst he goes to turn the tap on for the bath, adding a copious amount of lavender bubbles and even a bath bomb, knowing the scent had its calming attributes which is definitely what you needed.

‘Are you getting in with me?’ You ask sweetly from you set on the closed toilet seat.

‘I would love to baby, but I need to go and make us some food?’

You go to protest and try to convince him to stay before he cuts you off abruptly ‘have you eaten today?’ He counters.

‘I had a slice of toast and a banana’ you list the very few items of food you had eaten, realising he did indeed have a point.

‘Gotta stop doing this to yourself petal, s’not good, don’t want you getting sick’ he says his eyebrows furrowing.

‘I’m sorry’

‘Its okay baby, I will go make something now and it’ll be ready for when you come down’ he says swirling his hand in the tub once more making sure that the water was the perfect temperature before shutting the taps off.

‘ What if I get lonely’ you pout.

‘Liste to me on the speaker, you usually do when I’m not here most of the time’ you smile at that because it was indeed true, Harry had caught you many times dancing and singing along to his music when he got home from work.

‘Okay, thankyou bub, kissy?’ You request and he instantly complies mumbling a small ‘your welcome’ between kisses.

‘If you need me shout me okay, and remember relax’ Harry emphisises and before you get chance to respond he is trotting down stairs, so that he could start dinner preparations and you can’t help but chuckle at you sweet boyfriend.

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You spend about 25 minutes in the bath before you start to miss Harry, even though he was just downstairs. So you get out and dry your hair a bit with a towel before slipping on one of Harry shirts and a pair of shorts before you are rushing downstairs again, feeling a lot more relaxed compared to when you were first carried upstairs.

You find harry at the hob mixing a pot of spaghetti, and when you see the bowl of grated cheese ready to sprinkle on top of it you walk up to him before wrapping your arms around his figure and cuddling into his back.

‘Hiya baby, what are you doing back there?’

‘Lovin’ on you, because you made me my comfort food because your the bestest’ you ramble out.

‘What can I say baby, there isn’t anyone else that compares to me’ he says cheekily.

‘Your ego is way too big’ you tell him and he doesn’t argue because he knew it was true.

You hear Harry put the spoon down on the counter, before he is twisting in the cocoon of you arms to face you.

‘Dance with me baby’ he takes you by your hand, placing the other on your waist, and you love how random he is because he doesn’t even give you the chance to agree or disagree, not that you ever would, before he is swaying you both side to side, your dancing perfectly soundtracked by the soft jazz playing from the kitchen speaker.

Before long you have you arms looped around the back of his neck, you faces inches away from the other as you looked lovingly into each other’s eyes, big smiles gracing you faces as you dance rhythmically in the space of you kitchen.

‘Thankyou for tonight H, really don’t know what I would do without you, probably would have sent myself insane by now.’ You say sincerely, truly feeling like you didn’t deserve the man stood in front of you.

‘Don’t have to thank me darling, that’s why I’m here and besides I wouldn’t ever let you go on the way you were, care about you too much.’ He presses a kiss to your forehead, still swaying you back and forth.

‘Still got a headache baby?’

‘I do but it doesn’t hurt that much now’

‘Do you want some pain killers?’

‘Not just yet, think I know something else that would make me feel better’

‘And what would that be darling’ he smiles down at you.

You don’t give him and answer as you press your lips to his, he immediately kisses you back. One of his hands sneak up to catch the side of your face in his large palm to deepen the kiss, you noses bumping into the other looking as though you were trying to give each other Eskimo kisses at the same time, giddy smiles on your faces that were still barely centimetres away from the other when you gave yourself a little breather. Harry would catch you lips in his randomly, not being able to resist your soft lips in this close proximity.

An: I am not mentally stable, but hi hope your okay and dealing with the fact that we are getting a new album in less than a 2 months!!!! Ahhhhh here’s a smutty and kinda fluffy one shot for you!

Warnings: sub!harry, oral male receiving, pillow humping (lmk if there any more!)

The hustle and bustle of make up artists and hair stylists are all that you can see in the set where Harry would be shooting the cover of his new album, you couldn’t even see the man himself as he was swarmed as if he was the queen bee in a hive, making his already perfect self camera ready.

You support a cup of coffee you and Harry had acquired on the way there in your nimble hands trying to warm them up from the cold early February chill. Distracting yourself with the beauty and simplicity of the sofa and chairs attached to the ceiling of the makeshift room, you don’t even realise who had plopped down next to you on the adjacent sofa.

‘Hey baby’ he yawns out having gotten up quite early this morning for the shoot.

You spin round to look a him and that’s when your eyes go wide, he was clad in a pair of blue flared jeans, a flowy button up blouse and a pair of white pumps ‘you look soo beautiful’ you blurted out.

‘Thankyou baby, just a little outfit Lambert put together, didn’t want anything too extravagant, jus’ wanted something simple’

‘Where is he I need to give that man a medal or something’ he laughs at that making people look to both of you, smiling to themselves at how happy the two of you seemed.

‘Well he’s here somewhere, going to start in a minute I think, should take too long though’

‘Take all the time you need bub, it’s your album, I will sit here all day if I get to watch you pose and wear pretty clothes’ you reach out to flatten his collar the fabric soft to the touch, and as you begin to retract your hand he presses a wet kiss the the back of it.

‘I really appreciate that your here y’know’ his eyes go soft as he stares into yours and you knew how sincere he was with his statement.

‘You don’t have to thank me H, I love being here with you wouldn’t change if for the world’

‘But I do baby, album wouldn’t be here without you, wouldn’t know what to write about’

‘Im sure you would be able to H, too talented not to’

‘No don’t think I possibly could’ he says putting on a posh accent placing the back of his hand to his forehead, leaning to the back of the sofa dramatically.

‘So silly H’ you lean over to press a kiss to his rosy cheek but Harry turns his head to catch your lips in a kiss instead, you instantly kiss him back but quickly get interrupted by Jeff asking Harry to get set up. You pull away knowing that Jeff was staring right at you and you catch a few other lingering eyes making the heat rise to both of your cheeks.

‘Go rockstar, I’ll be here the entire time’ your reassure him knowing that he can sometimes get a little shy when he’s at the other end of a camera lense doing shoots like these.

‘Okay, love youuuuu’ he drags on the ‘u’ making you laugh at how cute he was, quickly responding with the same three words.

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The shoot concluded after over an hour of Harry doing different poses, positioning himself at different points in the room and getting told off by the people behind the cameras to stop staring trying to get the desired shot of him looking down the lense, but the photographers seem to be happy with the results after a while.

You weren’t going to lie when you said that you were itching to get your hands on Harry, the different poses he was doing made your tummy flutter. If he moves in a certain way a draft would lift the end of his flowy blouse up exposing the lowers potions of his tummy sent you slightly feral.

Being Harry’s girlfriend also meant that you were also one of the first people to get to see the final result, so as Harry sat down to rest his tired legs you look in awe at the pictures of the screen, you couldn’t get your head around how effortlessly pretty he was.

You thank the photographer because the poor man had been stood there for 10 minutes as you gawked at you boyfriend. You make your way over to where Harry was perched, taking big gulps from his water bottle. You stand in front of his tousling his curls, but before you have the chance to say anything he is standing up and grabbing your hand pulling you to the direction of the door leading out of the room.

‘Where we going bub’

‘Need you’ he says a little too loudly for it to not be mistaken for anything else, you whip you head around to see if anyone had heard Harry’s plead but to you find that everyone was conversing and praising Harry not even flicking a glance to where you two were going.

You exit the room and he leads you to a room down a narrow corridor, Harry doesn’t even check to see what room he was going into before he’s swinging open the door and to his luck there is nothing in there except for a couple of sofas and a coffee table.

He swings the door shut and you note that there wasn’t a lock, exciting you even further. He pushes you against the door leaning in to place chaste kisses to your lips and neck sucking hickeys wherever he can, the lack of words would have been concerning to probably most people but you don’t need to hear his voice to know how needy he is for you, his usually green eyes almost black with desire.

‘Where do you need me baby’ you ask taking control of the situation, flipping round so that his back was now pressed to the door, your top of your thigh subtly pressing down on the tent in his flares jeans and he almost moans out at the contact.

‘Want your mouth, please can I have it’ he whimpers out, now trying to dig his hips against your thigh trying to relieve the ache in his cock.

‘Where baby? You want my mouth here?’ You run a finger along his bottom lip, to which he shakes his head.

‘Here?’ You drag your hand down to his chest, thumb rubbing over his perk nipple through the blouse, Harry whines out but continues to shake his head.

‘Oh I think I know where you want me now.’ Dauntingly Sloan you run you hand down from his chest tracing over his butterfly tattoo before tracing a single finger over his happy trail, and finally what after seems like hours to Harry you finally cup a hand over his cock, making him moan out in affirmation the roughy fabric thick but your touch was sending shocks throughout his body.

You have to but you lip to conceal the smirk at Harry’s reaction, you loved it when he was like this, subby and ready to let you take care of him, which happened a lot when he was tired from a long day and just wanted relief, but you wish he was like that more, it made you incredibly wet pleasuring him, the moans and whines he would let out would go straight to your core.

‘Take you jeans off for me baby’ you go to help him undo the zip and pull them down until that are pooling around his ankles, not surprised at the lack of boxer briefs. You can physically feel the relief as Harry’s cock is released from its confines no longer being suffocated by the denim.

‘Sit down then angel, and I promise I will take care of you.’ He does as he’s told like an obedient little puppy, his doe eyes follow your movement as you take of you shirt exposing the baby blue lace bra, a colour which Harry had favourited.

‘Y’look so good’ he moans as you get on you knees between his spread legs, pushing your tits up in the bra as you reach to grasp his cock.

‘What got you this hard baby? Your leaking soo much, making a mess of yourself.’ You coo at him running a finger along the top of the head of his cock collecting some of the leaking pre cum on the end of it before bringing it back to your mouth, letting the salty liquid spread over your taste buds. The action making his cock twitch with need.

He continues to watch you, trying not to cum at the mere sight of you before him trying to formulate an answer in his head but you beat him too it once again.

‘Think I know what it is? All those people watching you pose for the camera, then praising you for how pretty you look, that’s what got you into this mess isn’t it.’ You said already knowing the answer, it was well knows that he was narcissistic and has an ever growing praise kink, on tour the screams and praise of the audience mixed with adrenaline never failed to get the blood pumping straight to his cock.

‘Ye-yes that’s it, but not only that, it was because you was there, love it when you watch me posing and dressing all nice, love it when you call me pretty.’ He accentuates his point with a thrust upwards trying to get some type of friction with no real sense of direction.

‘Such a good boy, think you’ve been waiting long enough haven’t you, bet your cock ls aching for me.’ You don’t give him any time to agree as you behind to pump the angry red tip all the way down to the base, the moan he lays out fills the room and you should tell him to keep quiet but honestly didn’t give a shit if anyone was outside that door right now, and anyway Harry always found exhibitionism exciting.

You are pumping his cock at in fast strokes, focusing on the head at time by rubbing your thumb over it. You then decide to give Harry what he really wanted as you bring your mouth down to his cock beginning to suck the sensitive he’s and that alone has him writhing in his seat ‘fuck angel that’s soo good’ he whimpers gripping onto anything his hand lays on.

At this point you are also desperate for a release, the throbbing in your clit hasn’t gone away since you entered the room so in quick decision you grab a cushion leant against the armrest and place it between your legs on the floor. Angling it to press a delicious pressure against your clit, and even through leggings it has you digging your hips down greedily. You continue to take Harry into your mouth, his moans seemed to increase the further you took him and let’s be fair he was partially down your throat at this point.

‘Shit I’m gonna cum soon, feels too good’ his eyes roll to the back of his head as you continue to bob your head up and down containing your gags, you moan around his cock as the pleasure from humping the pillow becomes too much bringing Harry even closer to the edge.

‘Gonna cum with me, I’m so close’ you whimper pulling off of his cock to try and maintain your breathing.

Knowing how to get him to fall over the edge you keep pumping his cock with one hand and with the other you reach up to his chest taking one of his nipples between your fingers and tweaking it, the soft fabric of the blouse against his nipples was heavenly and sent shock waves through his body.

‘Fuck I’m cum-cumming’ he barely finished his sentence as he begins to spurt warm spurts of cum all over you hand and his thigh, your moans reach their peak as you dig your hips down one last time into the cushion cumming hard, soaking you panties even further with your release, you high being more intense then usual because of the pleasure you got from making Harry feel good.

You continue to pump Harry to ride out his high and milk his cock for all it worth, ‘that’s it baby get it all out’ you encourage as he whines as he spurts out even more cum onto your hand and you can wait to clear it all up.

‘Shit- s-so sensitive’ he begins to writhe in his seat and you stop pumping him not wanting to overstimulate him too much.

‘Did soo good baby, came so hard for me.’ You revel as you begin to lap up the warm cum that covered you hand.

‘Feel soo good and floaty’ he whispers out closing his eyes as he rests his head on the back of the sofa making no move to get re dressed, not giving one shit that anyone could be looking for him right now, and could even walk in at that very moment.

‘Thankyou angel’ he says leaning down to press a kiss to your lips tasting his cum in your tongue.

‘No need to thank me, think you should rethink the photos for the album cover though, because even though you look pretty in those ones we have you look even prettier when you cum’

A/n: this is the second fix in two days what is happening?! This is purely based on this pic, and no I don’t think I will ever get over it. Pls don’t copy my work, notes would be much appreciated!!

Boyfriend!harry x reader

She’s small but very fluffy!

(Just look him 🥰)

You and Harry had always been a pda- ey couple, just wanting to love on each other all the time when you were in each other’s presence, showing the people around you who the other belonged to, it wasn’t possible to not be touching the other wether it was one of Harry hands on your thigh when out for a meal or one of your hands slipping into the back pocket of his jeans when you were walking. That was only the subtle things you did in public and around your twos friends. Sometimes you were full on kissing nearly turning into full on makeout sessions but someone, usually Mitch when you were with him, would be making throwing up noises or saying ‘get a room you two’. It got even worse when you were at a bar or a nightclub, Harrys possessive side would come out when random men would stare at you, his girl. So he would have you sit sideways his lap which you gladly did always feeling safe in his arms, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear leaving sweet kisses on your neck whilst staring the guy or multiple men who were ogling you, making him chuckle into your skin when they would look the other way awkwardly some even moving seats after being under Harry’s intimidating gaze.

And tonight was no different, the public displays of affection didn’t falter, you and Harry had been invited to Sarah and Mitch’s house for a film and wine night night, popcorn probably being included aswell. Sarah had also surprised you all with matching white dressing gowns having seen them in a sale, so she couldn’t resist and thought they would be perfect for watching films in.

So there you all were barely watching the film that was playing on the tv, it merely just a noise in the background whilst you all were all in deep conversation, you Mitch and Harry sat on the l-shaped sofa and Sarah was sat on the armchair opposite. You were sandwiched between Harry and Mitch, Harry’s hand on your thigh as usual, giving it a squeeze through the soft white fabric of the dressing gown every so often.

‘So H are you going to put ‘medicine’ on the next album’ mitch had asked for the the billionth time that week.

‘I have said it before and I will say it again, I don’t know’ Harry responded.

‘Why don’t you know’ Sarah piped up, picking up another piece of popcorn from the bowl that was resting on her very prominent bump, you and Harry were jumping for joy when they had announced that they were going to have a baby, your pretty sure Mitch still was still in shock but you knew both him and Sarah would be the best parents.

‘It sounds killer when we perform it live so it would sound even more amazing as a studio version’

‘But people have heard it all before and I want there to be all new material in the next album’ he responds tiredly

‘They haven’t heard a studio version of it though, so it technically would be new’ Mitch points out.

‘Oh Mitch will you give it a rest’ Harry says squeezing your thighs a little too hard making him loosen his grip and smooth his hand over the area as if to say sorry.

‘No absolutely not’ you laugh at their heated discussion but at the same time you felt a bit awkward being in the middle of it so you kinda wanted to crawl onto the armchair with Sarah.

‘Harry you might as well give up now’ Sarah chimes

‘Right I will think about it, okay’ Harry settles the argument not wanting to be pestering by the same question over and over again.

‘Hallelujah’ Mitch says bringing his drink to his lips taking a large swig

‘Thank fuck for that’ Harry mutters under his breath reaching for his drink, but still loud enough for everyone else to hear making the room erupt in laughter.

You eventually get up in need of the toilet, Harry reluctantly lets go of your thigh, he had become slightly tipsy and a little sleepy over the course of the past half an hour. You remember once when you were at a bar with the whole band after a concert, he was like this and when you needed to go for a pee he wouldn’t let you do from his grip not wanting to be on his own even though all of his friends were surrounding him, he even tried to follow you to the restroom making you laugh at how cute he was being, luckily this time he stayed put.

When you come back you stand in the doorway of the living room, still being out of view you admire the sight of your boyfriend, he was now laid down against the cushions a hand fiddling with his curls, there wasn’t a crease between his eyebrows like before, his face now looked peaceful. He was clad in his black jeans which looked quite silly compared to the fluffy dressing gown, but he looked so soft and cuddly. You notice that Mitch has gotten considerably closer to Harry as they were having their own quiet conversation, his beer still in hand, meaning that had and excuse to cuddle up with Harry not that you really needed one anyway.

Sarah was now completely immersed watching the film, not noticing you as you reappear into the room, Harry looking up from his conversation smiling at you, his face morphing into a smirk when your knees hit the sofa and you start crawling up the tight gap on his right, before placing your head down on his broad shoulder hand on his chest then snuggling your warm body into his. He immediately places his arm around your shoulder bringing you even closer to him then pressing a chaste kiss to you lips before pressing one into your hair. No words are exchanged between all of this your acts of affection speaking louder than anything.

You spend the rest of the night in this position, chipping into conversations from time to time, getting sleepier as the night went on, the dressing gowns were definitely a good idea Harry thought, they made snuggling so much more toasty, he also couldn’t stop looking down at you with a massive grin you looked soo dreamy and peaceful Sarah even secretly snaps a quick photo of you two one of the many times he does this, finding the interaction truly adorable and posting it on Instagram which you would find out in the morning. Even Mitch found it quite cute, and that was saying something, but he of course didn’t say anything because he was the one that always took the mick out of you two when you were like this, so he decides to stay quiet and go and cuddle with Sarah instead wanting to keep the calm atmosphere of the room.

You realise that your happy place was right in Harry arms and at this moment in time you never wanted to move out of his grip, he suddenly moves to place another kiss to your lips ‘love cuddling you like this baby’

I AM SOO PROUD OF HIM, I HONESTLY HAVE NO WORDS 🥲🥲🥲

(not proofread, notes would be much appreciated,pls don’t copy my work, hope you enjoy!!! 🤍)

Grammy!Harry x famous!gf reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing.

WC: 3k

You and Harry were currently backstage at the Grammys, one of the biggest nights in the music industry, you honestly couldn’t believe you were here alongside him, even though you had walked many red carpets before by yourself and with Harry, being a well know singer yourself, having written 2 successful albums, but being alongside your 3 time grammy nominated boyfriend felt surreal. And to top things off you were about to watch open the show.

‘You okay baby’ he asked through the slightly ajar bathroom door where he was currently getting changed into his second outfit of the night after walking the red carpet, he wanted to surprise you with this one. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, you’re the one who’s performing, virtually, in front of thousands and thousands of people’ you said from your perch on the couch. You were wearing a very pretty and expensive dress which you planned on not getting dirty or creased.

‘A little I guess, but I think I’ll be fine once I get out there I think’ he replies a bit breathless shuffling around probably trying to get whatever he was wearing on.

‘I’m dressed now, need you to close your eyes love’

‘Okay, they’re closed’ you replied, thinking about how little time it took him to get changed, getting more excited every second, and she had every right to be. When he comes through and stands right in front of you and tells you to open your eyes you’re met with Harry clad in a black leather suit jacket which no shirt underneath, with matching trousers. His toned abs graced with his butterfly and chest on full display, a green boa wrapped loosely round his neck.

Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open in complete admiration ‘how do I look baby?’ he asks twirling round for her, she stood up placing her hands on his bear chest once he was stationary, then quickly moving her hands to his jaw pulling him in for a teeth clashing kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, he pulls back surprised by her sudden actions ‘I’m guessing you like it then’

‘You look fucking amazing H’ you could feel your panties getting damp, ‘I think I like it a little to much’ your lips grazing his. He hummed sensing where this was going, but not stopping at all, quickly ooking at the clock on the wall behind him ‘well we’ve get 20 minutes until I’ve got to be on stage, gives us plenty of time’

‘Are you suggesting we fuck in this dressing room right now, what if we get caught?’ You said still starting to grind your hips against his hardening bulge anyway.

‘If I remember correctly, that’s why locks on doors were invented lovie’ he says taking a few small steps towards the door of the dressing room and flicking the lock shut, then coming back to you ‘so what do you say angel, gotta be quick though’ you didn’t say anything, practically pouncing on him, gripping the green boa gently unwrapping it from his neck, before throwing it, not caring where it landed, kissing him again hoping he got the message, which he did loud and clear ‘let’s get this dress off you first’ he says, you quickly agreed as he reached behind you to unzip it, the dress falling off your shoulders to reveal you breasts, having opted to not wear a bra tonight, you stepped out of the garment before draping it over the back of the couch.

Once you had done, Harry gripped your hips, bringing you closer to him, bringing his head down to your chest wrapping his lips around your gardening nipple, you moaned out at the feeling, he does the same to the other before kissing and sucking hickeys onto you collarbones and neck, which you knew you would have to cover up later.

‘Jump’ he said between breathless kisses, which you instantly complied, wrapping your legs around his waist, gripping onto his shoulders, his hands gripping your ass, he manoeuvred around the dressing room until he got to the counter where various products laid, he swiped them off not caring if they broke, already making a promise to himself to replace them if they did. He placed you down, your ass making contact with the cold surface. He shimmies your panties down your legs, the sight of your pussy making him impossibly harder, he pressed a quick kiss to you clit, before going to undo his trousers, and shimmying them down his legs, his cock springing free as he had decided on no boxers, that there was no time for foreplay you both silently agreed. He then start tugging at the lapels of the leather jacket before you objected ‘can you keep it on’

He smirks ‘you want me to fuck your in this leather jacket baby’

‘Yes, fuck yes’ your eyes oogling the sight of his cock against his belly beading pre-cum ‘well your wish is my command’ he knew he probably shouldn’t, not wanting to get it sweaty or anything, but by the look on your face and the sight of you pussy pulsating around nothing, he knew this wouldn’t take long.

He gives no warning when he slams into you, making you scream out in pleasure, before he quickly kissed you to muffle your moans, not wanting to get caught, he sets a quick and hard pace, practically fucking you into the counter, his hands gripping you hips so hard it would probably leave bruises, you dig your heels into his ass wanting him as close as possible, feeling the smooth leather against you skin sending shivers up your spine.

‘Fuck you feel so good’ he groans burying his face into your neck, your hands tangling into his curls, quickly grabbing the opportunity to suck a hickey onto his neck, which you knew he would be annoyed at because he was going to be out on stage in 15 minutes, but you loved marking him up so everyone could see.

‘H I’m not going to l-last much longer’ throwing your head back, your arms behind you going weak from holding yourself, your fingers trying to dig into the counter, his thrusts hitting your special spot every time.

‘Me neither baby’ he felt like he was in cloud 9, the only sound in the room was moans snd skin hitting skin, feeling himself on the brink already, as your cunt was clenched around his length. He brings his hand down to your clit, his ringed fingers slightly shaky as he starts to rub deep circles on your clit to get you there.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna cum’ you moaned ‘yeah, cum with me angel, cum around my cock’

Both moaning in unison you release around each other, his hot cum painting your walls, mixing with your juices, you swear you stopped breathing, your eyes continuously rolling to the back of your head as you ride out your high. Harry’s eyes were wired shut, his grip on your hips not faltering, mouth hung open. As your arms were about to give way Harry places his hand on your back, almost knowing that was going to happen. You look at him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen into his face. ‘that was so fucking good, legs are shaking’ he slurs out, almost as if he was drunk on his high. ‘Yeah, fuck don’t know if I’ll be able to walk’ he slowly pulls out, his cum flowing out of you, he ducks his head down to clean you up, you legs spasming from the sensitivity.

He leans up to kiss you, tasting yourself and his cum.

‘Did so good for me baby, I’m gonna see if I can take this home’ he says pointing at the jacket.

‘And why’s that H’ you asks

‘Just think it’s going to come in handy one day’ says making you smile because you already knew the answer.

You quickly look at the clock ‘C’mon we gotta get ready, your on in 8 minutes’ getting up from the counter on shaky legs and walking to put your pants and dress back on, he chuckles at his girl desperate to see him out on stage again.

He gets dressed grabbing his boa that was discarded on the floor, pulling his shoes on, walking through to you, seeing you struggle with the zip of your dress, he goes over sliding it up, pressing a kiss to your back ‘have I told you how pretty you look today’ he asks as you touch up your hair and makeup. ‘Only about 10 times’ he gasps in fake shock ‘only 10, I need to keep up don’t I baby’ this makes you laugh. ‘You look pretty today too bub’ you say, but soon enough you cute little moment is interrupted by three knocks on the door and Jeff saying ‘Harry your on in 3 minutes, get your ass out here’ this makes you laugh because Jeff or anyone for that matter are oblivious to what you’ve just been doing.

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Soon enough Harry is out on stage. Any nerves he had had dissipated. He was high in adrenaline from being buried in your cunt barely 10 minutes ago, shaking his ass and dancing around the stage, he gripped the boa throwing it to the floor, replicating you actions form the dressing room, you knew the world would be going crazy for him right now, singing the lyrics to watermelon sugar, you were in awe. To be honest you had gotten a little horny again from watching him but you knew that could be dealt with later. Most of all you were so proud, he was opening the Grammys for godsakes, how couldn’t you be, your pretty sure he would be able to see you smiling even through your mask.

He sings the last notes, thanking everyone before running off stage to you, ‘I’m so proud of you baby you say wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. ‘thankyou angel’ he says, over the past few days you had showered him in love and affection, and he had to admit that he was loving the attention. Harry quickly gets changed again into the outfit he was wearing on the red carpet, your stylist has asked if you wanted multiple outfits, but you said no because you wanted tonight to be completely focused on Harry and to be fair you loved the dress you were wearing it was so comfortable, so you didn’t really want to change out of it anyway.

After that Harry joined you again in the side of the stage again, where you watched various people perform, most being really good friends, like Billie, Taylor, Dua, Maren Morris, Dababy and so many more. Soon enough you were sat round a table with Harry and Jeff, one of his categories getting closer and closer to being announced, it was weird you had to say, doing the Grammys during a pandemic, without a whole audience bringing a whole lot of energy to the entire thing. You guess you just couldn’t wait for everything to be safe and get back to normal, you wanted to go on tour and sing your heart out.

You could tell Harry was getting a little nervous he had a hand on your thigh and he squeezed it every so often, almost using it as a stress toy. ‘Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine bub’ you whispered in his ear, he smiled at you comforting words, his head now resting on you shoulder and he held you hand under the table, as you both watched the show and clapped and congratulated people on their wins.

Soon enough the nominees for the category ‘best pop solo performance’ were being announced, Harry head instantly snapped up from your shoulder, Jeff grabbing hold of his shoulder, you let out a little squeal when his name popped up in the screen. Getting more and more excited.

The presenter starts to open the envelope, you were literally on the edge of your seat, Harry’s leg bouncing up and down.

‘And the Grammy goes to...Harry Styles’

You slapped your hand over you mouth, ‘you did it baby’ you practically screamed. He was pulled in for a hug by Jeff, taking off his mask in the process. The look on his face held shock and greatfulness. He pulls away from Jeff, pulling you straight into his arms, you swear you’ve never squeezed him tighter ‘I’m so fucking proud of you baby’ you say, tears in your eyes. He didn’t respond he was lost for words, which you understood, he pulled your mask down so he could catch you lips in a quick kiss, before pulling it back over your nose again. ‘Go on, get up there, go get your Grammy’ which he does.

He walks up to the stage, and you don’t know why but you stand up, your hands are over your chest as he thanks Jeff, Mitch and everyone who he made watermelon sugar with. You see him rubbing his eyes trying not to get emotional. He thanked his label and his fans especially, by now your tears are falling down your face you just had so much love for this man, you were over the moon for him.

‘And finally I would like to thank my wonderful girlfriend y/n who you all know very well. You have been there for me through everything, you have been my support, my muse, you’ve believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. I honestly would be the person I am today without you, i love you baby’

You knew everyone was staring at you, but you didn’t care at this moment in time, it felt like it was only you and Harry in the room.

He finally finishes his speech, grabbing his well deserved award, coming off the stage where he was bombarded with congratulations and praise from people left right and centre. He was whisked away to do interviews and conferences with you alongside him, you just looked at him awestruck when he was answering various questions, you being asked some yourself.

He had become very clingy after his win not wanting you out of his sight, touching you in anyway possible, holding your hand, having his arm wrapped round you, he even at one point wrapped his boa around your neck, with it being long enough for the two of you to wear, but didn’t end well for obvious reasons, but it did nearly have you on the floor laughing.

‘I’m so proud of you H’ you said for about the billionth time in the past half hour. ‘Thankyou angel, and I really do mean that when I say it’

‘I know you do H’ you say sweetly

‘And I mean it when I say I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you’

You could cry at that, but instead you wrap him in another tight hug, burying your head into the crook of his neck leaving a kiss there.

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A little while later it was the afterparty, a very small one fire to the pandemic, but still and afterparty. Harry’s other category that he’d been nominated for had been announced, but he didn’t win, the Grammy going to Dua, which you were very happy about. At this point in time you didn’t care how many Grammys or awards he won, and Harry didn’t either the biggest award for him was having such supportive fans, he felt incredibly lucky to have the job he had and the people he had around him, being able to create music and tour the world. He also felt very lucky to have you by his side, he knows it’s cheesy but it was true.

So there you were catching up with old friends congratulating people on their wins, having a few drinks, you had the best time, you swear the smile never left Harrys lips, it was honestly the best being able to have normal conversations and just have lots of fun with some of your friends and some of your idols.

Soon enough it was home time, which was also very unusual because if there wasn’t a pandemic right now, there was no such thing as an allocated home time after the Grammys. You and Harry bid your goodbyes to Jeff who was going in a different car to go home. You and Harry piled into the backseat of your designated car, Harry telling the driver the address to you two’s house, he was kind of exhausted but felt like he was on top of Mount Everest, he was just so unbelievably happy, he pulled out his phone seeing messages from all kinds of people congratulating him, deciding he’ll respond to them later.

He once again pulls you into him, resting his head on your chest, your fingers card through his hair, before landing on his cheek rubbing up and down it.

‘Hey baby you won a Grammy’ you whisper to him, he looks up at you, your eyes getting lost in his.

‘I know, still doesn’t feel real, he pouts his lips silently asking for a kiss, in which you happily give him, pressing your lips to his before attacking his face, pressing tiny kissing all over it, making him laugh, which then made you laugh.

Ya know, I don’t know what I like hearing more, you moaning ‘I’m gonna cum’ or ‘and the Grammy goes to Harry styles’ he teases

‘Heyyyy’ she said in fake offence

‘I’m only joking’ he snickers ‘it will always be you baby’

‘I love you bub’ you hummed happily

A/n: it’s currently nearly midnight and I have been working on this for the past three hours, so I don’t even know if it makes sense but I will check in the morning lol! Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work!

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, oral fem!recieving, fluff

Agreeing to go on tour with Harry was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made, travelling to every corner of the world and watching your boyfriend perform in front of thousands of people in the most extravagant outfits every night was honestly a dream, but now after four months being on the road with him you we’re finally going home for a break.

‘Wake up darling’ Harry said stroking your cheek, it was only 7’o’clock in the evening in the uk, but jet lag was getting the better of you so Harry being more accommodated to flying here there an everywhere gladly drove you two home from the airport whilst you napped.

You give him a lazy smile stretching your arms in the air ‘we’re home H’ you say excitedly looking at the front of your home, you honestly thought you forgot what it looked like after not seeing it for 4 months.

‘Yes we are my love’ admiring his girl and how cute she looked rubbing her sleepy eyes with her whole palm like a child.

He opens his door and climbs out of the car, quickly making his way to your side to open the door for you like the gentleman he is, ‘m’lady’ he gestures for to to get out the car ‘well thankyou kind sir’ you giggle at him, pecking his cheek on your way to the back of the car.

You two make a quick job of getting all your luggage into the house, only dumping them in the porch already agreeing to deal with it in the morning.

You walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Daisy, your two’s cat who Anne had kindly looked after whilst you and Harry were touring, you felt bad for leaving her for so long but Anne had insisted seeing as Daisy got along with her cats aswell, so she basically had a massive sleepover, ‘hey dais how are you, missed you soo much’ you coo towards her she let you stroke her for a maximum of two seconds before she spots Harry in the doorway and bounds over to him. You chuckle, Daisy had always had a soft spot for Harry and you couldn’t really blame her ‘not giving mama cuddles huh, missed your daddy too much’ he said with the cat laid in his arms, her paws up as if she was in surrender. Eventually she scrambled out of his arms going to her bed in the living room you presumed.

‘Wanna go and watch a film in bed baby, you can choose whatever you want promise I won’t make you watch The Notebook again’

‘Yeah sounds perfect’ she smiles walking to grab his outstretched hand which didn’t have any rings on which was a strange sight after being so used to seeing him with them on.

The two of you trudge up the stairs, and when you finally make it to the top you run into the bedroom that you and Harry shared, and jumped onto your California king bed, making Harry laugh at your antics. You had truly missed this bed after being in a different hotel at least once every two days over the last four months, there was just something about the duvet and the memory foam mattress topper that you couldn’t get enough of, the sheets were also extra soft and smelled like fresh flowers, you laid flat on your back with tight arms and legs splayed out like a starfish, as you practically sunk into the mattress ‘this is better than sex’ you say jokingly but sounding quite serious due to how comfortable you were at that moment.

This made Harry spin round to face you with his eyebrows raised a smirk on his lips, he made his way to the bed, you had your eyes closed so when you felt his breath again the side of your neck it made you jump and had a shiver running out your spine ‘are you sure about that sweet girl’

You open you eyes in shock, not knowing what you said would get him riled up that quickly, or bruise his over so increasing ego, but you knew if you kept playing along he would give it to you really good just so that he could prove you wrong, and you were all for it.

‘Are you saying that this bed is better than my cock...my fingers...and my mouth?’ Kissing you on the sweet spot on your neck between his words.

‘Hmm, I don’t know you’ll have to show me can’t remember.’

‘Oh baby you don’t know what you’ve gotten your self into, I’m gonna make you remember it for days’ making a moan escape your lips, he pounced on top of you pinning you arms above your head kissing you on you lips multiple times before dragging them down your

Harry knew you were probably joking but he loved having his way with you and for the last 4 months being on tour the only sort of intimacy you two had was quick fucks in dressing and hotel rooms with being so busy all the time and at night Harry was understandably tired after doing a show. He wanted to dominate the shit out of you tonight and you had just added fuel to the fire, so with no fear of someone walking in on you both he was going to let loose.

He pulls back and releases your arms, ‘strip for my baby, then I want you to sit at the top of the bed with your back against the headboard’ you moaned softly at his words, already putty in his hands and instantly start undressing as he did the same.

Once you were naked, and sat against the headboard you couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend pulling his t-shirt over his head making his arms flex, your pussy become slick with your wetness as you watched him. Once he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, he gives his shaft a few tugs trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

‘Jesus, can smell you from here’ he moans crawling up the bed, you legs spreading even more on instinct to give him more room. He lays on his belly once he is closer to you wrapping his arms around your thighs swiftly dragging you so that his face was barely centre metres away from your sopping cunt, you drape you legs over his shoulder heels digging into his back.

‘M’gonna use my mouth and my fingers and I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you squirt everywhere sweet girl’ you squirm in his grip his eyes looking directly into yours. He gives you no warning as he ducks down pressing a kiss directly on your clit, then licking a bold stripe up your entire pussy ‘always to wet for me, you taste just like a strawberry angel.’ You throw your head back, you hands gripping onto the sheets to prepare yourself for what was to come.

He focuses back on your clit flicking his tongue from side to side, he teases a his middle finger round your entrance making you buck your hips ‘patience sweet girl’ he says removing his lips from your clit to suck a hickey onto the inside of your thigh.

‘Feels so so good daddy’ the first words you had spoken except moan after moan since Harry started, your fingers pinching your nipples, he smirks up at the pet name, his cock twitching against the sheets.

He decides to give you his fingers, inserting two at the same time, you whine at how easily they slid into you. He gives no time to adjust curling them into a ‘cone hither’ motion then pumping them in and out going knuckle deep every time hitting spots that you would never have been able to fine with your own, a calloused finger rubbing tight circles around you clit. ‘How good is daddy making you feel, tell me’

‘So f-fucking good, your fingers feel amazing inside me daddy’ you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as his mouth finds it’s place back on your clit, adding a third finger into you cunt, still thrusting at a delicious pace, You could feel the knot tightening in your belly, but not only that you felt like a balloon was ready to burst within you.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, knowing that he loved it when you tugged on his curls, but you also did it so that he wouldn’t pull away and deny you of an orgasm when you were almost falling off the edge.

‘Clenching around my fingers baby, know your gonna cum, stop holding back leg go for me’.

‘Shit daddy, I’m so close’ you cry out

‘Yeah you gonna squirt for me, soak the sheets?’

‘Yes daddy’

‘Go on then, cum for me sweet girl’

You couldn’t hold back any longer, after a few more thrusts of his fingers you let go screaming as you do, the ballon inside you also bursting resulting in you squirting over the lowers portion of Harry’s face and the sheets beneath, he moaned out. Your legs were shaking, your head was thrown back, and your back arched as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of you to ride out your intense orgasm. After a few moments you took in a sharp breath having forgotten how to breathe ‘holy shit daddy’ you barely mustered up, you felt like you were floating in mid air, you don’t think you’ve cum that hard in a very long time.

After a couple of minutes you start to come down from your high, you look at Harry who was still in the same position, his eyes were glazed over in lust ‘that was so fucking hot angel, swear I could’ve cum just right there and then’ he licks your folds cleaning up you up a bit. Harry swore he could spend hours between your legs, he couldn’t get enough of your taste.

Eventually he presses one last kiss on your clit, before blowing air directly onto the small bud, making you squirm at the overstimulation.

He moves up you body, pressing kisses against your skin along the way, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples then blowing air only each in just like he had done to your clit making a shiver run up your spine. He reaches your lips kissing, dipping his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste your juices.

‘Was that good sweet girl’ his words muffled by your lips.

‘Yes daddy, m’kinda sleepy now though’ you say shutting you eyes a lazy smile spreading across your face.

‘No falling asleep on me now, haven’t even fucked you yet, m’cocks leakin’ for you.’

This makes you perk up a bit, now yearning to be filled with Harry’s cock, you had only just come down from your last orgasm but you were ready for another one.

‘Want you to come deep inside of me daddy, want you to fill me up so bad’ you whine.

‘You want my cock baby’

‘Yes please daddy’ you were desperate now.

‘Well since you asked so nicely’ he reaches down tugging his cock a few times spreading pre-cum over his length, before slipping into your warm cunt both of you groaning at the feeling, he thrusts all the way inside you his length stretching your walls deliciously.

‘Ohhh sweet girl, swear you pretty cunt was made for me, can I move now’

‘Yes daddy, you can move’ he instantly complies not being able to stay still any longer. He starts a steady pace pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hitting the deepest spots within you. You reach your arms over his shoulders tracing some of his tattoos along the way then gripping onto the soft skin. Whimpers and groans filled the room as Harry buried his face in your neck, your natural scent mixed with your favourite perfume intoxicating him, you take your chance to suck a hickey onto his neck after not having much time to mark him up.

He was fucking into you at a fast pace now, getting lost in pleasure ‘so deep daddy’ you moan. He moved his face from you neck, gripping onto the headboard with one hand to get more leverage, the sight of him above you pounding you into the mattress turned you on even more if that was possible.

‘Daddy can you c-choke me’

His hand flies to your throat gripping it just enough so it restricted you breathing slightly, ‘like that baby, you love it when daddy rough with you, don’t ya’

‘Yes daddy, fucking love it’ you scream as he starts hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

‘Oh shit, daddy’s gonna cum, you gonna cum with me’ he groans hand getting slightly tighter around your throat.

‘I’m gonna cum to daddy, please keep fucking me like that’ your eyes roll into the back of you head you heels looped round his back and crossed at the ankle to keep him as close as possible. His thrusts start to falter and his cock twitches telling you he was about to fall over the edge ‘cum inside me daddy, want you to paint my walls with your cum, please daddy want it soo much’ you whimper also starting to tumble over.

‘Shit I’m cumming’ he growls sheathing into your cunt his cock twitching one last time, his balls resting heavy against the space between your pussy and your tight second hole, he emptied his load inside you, the sensation of his seed filling you up also made you cum, Harry’s grip on your throat giving you a head-rush as you do, you both felt euphoric. After the waves of your release come crashing down in you your body goes limp, you know that you will be sore tomorrow and probably the day after but it was all worth it. Harry’s takes longer to come down from his high, his cum now dripping out of your pussy. ‘You okay bub’ you say sweetly looking up at him.

‘Oh I’m more than okay baby, feel fucking incredible’

He takes his loosened hand off of your throat before resting his body on top of yours, his cock still buried inside of you ‘I take back that last statement about this bed being better than sex’ you whispered breathlessly into his hair stroking through the sweaty curls.