HARRY’S HOUSE
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’
You smirk up at him, kissing his ever growing red cheeks and all he can think is how much he loves the girls that inspired his new album and was the muse for all the ones before that.
