#harrystyltistical

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Word count:3k

Warnings: Spanking, hair pulling, harsh language and adult content

A/N: Breaking news! Rin finally got done writing before 12 o’clock. Like and rb if you enjoyed

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The sound of your knuckles bumping against the wood of Harry’s door sounded throughout the empty hallway of the apartment building. It was late, almost 3AM, so you aren’t surprised when you were the only one treading the hallways.

 It was another lonely night that ended in another late text to Harry asking if you could come over. Of course he said yes, informing you that Mitch would be out, and he’d be waiting. 

 This was only your third or fourth time hooking up and you still would find it awkward to text your best friend for a late night booty call and would always mask the question with small talk. Harry, however, never hesitated to say what he wants. There were multiple occasions where he would you texts, or should I say sexts, while you were in public or with family and you couldn’t help the subtle shade of pink that would arise on your cheeks when you read about what he wanted to do to you.

 While at first the sex was a little awkward, as you still saw him as your best friend, after the second time it got a lot easier and you were glad you could continue your friendship with Harry without any discomfort. 

 The door flung open to reveal a shirtless Harry standing in the doorway, gray sweatpants riding low on his hips and a cheeky smile adorning his face. 

 “Fancy.” You joked, referring to his clothes. Harry scrunched his nose in response and leaned down to place a slow kiss to your lips, his hand coming up to lightly hold your jaw. You smiled into the kiss, tangling your fingers into his hair as you backed him into his apartment, shutting the door behind you with your foot. 

 Harry’s lips moved from your lips to the corner of your mouth, making their way down your jawline and peppering kisses down your neck. 

 “Been awhile.” 

 “Hm, I know. S’why I texted, I missed you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and staring up at him. 

 “You aren’t going soft on me, are you, angel?” 

 “Oh, never,” You say in a faux serious tone, tilting your head “just wanted to see you before you left for tour s’all.” Harry nodded, mumbling a quiet “oh” as he stared down at you. 

 “Well,” Harry says, moving a piece of hair behind your ear “i’ve got a going away present for you.” He continued, grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch. He reached beside the couch and pulled out a large box wrapped in matte red wrapping paper, with a red satin bow tied around it. You hesitated before he motioned for you to take it from his hands, to which you kindly obliged and untied the bow. 

 When you unwrapped it you were left with a velvet black box. You lifted the box to your ear, noting the weight as you shook it to guess what was inside, hearing something heavy roll around as you did so.

 “Open it.” He encouraged, putting a gentle hand on your knee. You glanced over at him before removing the top to reveal a pink, girthy, at least seven-inches long, dildo. The sight made your cheeks flush, your face suddenly becoming very warm as you awkwardly gulped. 

 “Jus’ in case you were thinking about going out and finding someone else to fuck you while I’m on tour.”

 “You’re the one who doesn’t want to make it official, which means I’m allowed to do whatever I want with whoever I want. If you have such a big problem with it, maybe you should ask me out.”

 “I know, love, m’selfish, I told you. Nobody else gets to have you like I do, but honestly, with the way you’re looking tonigh’ you’ve got me wondering how bad it would be to just… let myself fall head over heels for you.” You blushed as the words left Harry’s mouth, he always knew the right thing to say.

 Your eyes trailed back down to the gift, your hands softly running over the surface of the box until it met the plastic of the dildo. You wrapped your fingers around it, pulling it out of the box it was encased in and standing it up, holding it in place at the tip with your hand. 

 “Why don’t you give it a go while I’m here, eh?” Harry pipes up after a few seconds of you staring at the dildo in silence. “I’m not sure— Uhm, I don’t know if I can.” 

 “Wha’ do you mean? Of course you can, don’t be ridiculous.” Harry says, rubbing your thigh slowly as he watched you nervously look from him to the dildo. 

 “I can’t right now, though. I’m not...” You say, trailing off as if the word “wet” could make this situation any dirtier than it already was. Harry nodded and licked his lips, moving you onto his lap so you’re facing him and setting the dildo next to you. 

 “Then we’ll put tha’ to the side for now. How about you tell me what you’d like me to do to you, hm?”

 “I-i don’t know.”

 “Cmon, when I’m away on tour you’re gonna have to use that dirty little mind of yours to come up with something to get yourself off. Have you ever masturbated to the thought of me before, angel?” You nodded “What did you think about?”

 The blush on your cheeks must’ve gone from subtle pink to firetruck red. Usually you weren’t so nervous around Harry, and you’d like to think that in other circumstances you would be driving him crazy by now, but these weren’t other circumstances. He’d somehow made you embarrassed, nervous and quiet, all without trying in the slightest. 

 “Wha’? Are you embarrassed to tell me, love? S’alright, won’ judge, jus’ wanna hear wha’ you get up to in that pretty little mind of yours.” Your eyes nervously met his, picking at the skin on your lip an obvious nervous tick as Harry gave you an encouraging nod.

 “I think… of you touching me and kissing me and-” You paused, your mind reeling over all your dirtiest fantasies, too embarrassed to tell him the truth. Harry used his thumb and index finger to lightly grab your chin, tilting it down so you were making direct eye contact.

 “If you lie to me one more time, you aren’t cumming tonigh’. So, tell me again, wha’ do you think about when you touch yourself?” 

 “I think of you pinning me down and fucking me, or holding down my hips while you eat me out so you have full control. I think of you bending me over your legs and spanking me til’ my ass is red and shoving your dick down my throat, but usually I fantasize about you fucking me in the living room and Mitch walking in on us.” You admit sheepishly, taking a small breath and trying not to smile at his reaction. You could feel Harry’s growing bulge pressing lightly into your thigh as you avoided eye contact. 

 “Dirty little whore, aren’t you? Wanna eat m’dick hm? Get spanked and pinned and fucked, totally dominated, like a good little slut, and as if that wasn’t nasty enough you wan’ Mitch to walk in us, so he can see how good you can be for me. Such a good little slut, and you want everyone to know about it don’t you?” You nodded in response, too much pressure in your chest to respond as Harry shoved his hand into your underwear, sticking a few fingers inside your warm, soaking core before pulling them out massaging the wetness between his fingers. He then tapped your thigh, signaling for you stand up on your knees and pulled your pants and underwear down your thighs. He carelessly discards them to the side, positioning the dildo under you and between his legs. 

 “Go ahead, sink down on it for me.” He says, holding you by the hips as you slowly sunk yourself onto it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you did. The dildo reminded you so much of Harry, stretching you in the most delicious way as it reached far into you. 

 This wasn’t your first time using a sex toy, you had a vibrator at home, but you never used a dildo before now. It was a little more work, seeing as there obviously wasn’t anyone to buck up into you, but it definitely did the trick. 

 You reached down to play with your clit, knowing that Harry’s eyes are on you while he stroked his hard dick at the sight only turned you on more, if that was even possible. A groan tumbled past your lips as you sunk all the way onto it for the first time, grinding your hips slowly against it. You looked stunning as ever, in Harry’s opinion, eyes shut softly with your mouth hanging open in a perfect ‘O’ shape as you got used to the feeling. 

 You started slowly, finding a pattern you liked before speeding up, the dildo now soaked in your juices sliding effortlessly in and out of you. Harry left it all up to you, despite the fact that he was underneath enjoying the view as you fucked yourself with the phallic instrument. He watched as you bounced up on and down, riding it like you would him, throwing your head back in pleasure and desperately digging your nails into his arm as you did so. 

 You sped up once again, the feeling of it sliding in and out of you becoming more and more delicious by the second, the pressure in your stomach building rapidly every time you’d take all of it. Your hand left your clit to balance yourself on Harry’s shoulder, your other hand reaching underneath and wrapping around the dildo, using your hand to fuck yourself with it when your legs became too tired. 

 The air you breathed felt like it was building in your chest as you got closer and closer to the edge, your toes curled and you threw your head back as you came around the dildo. Harry was quick to comfort you as you came down from your high, pulling you close and rubbing your back soothingly as he left short kisses on your cheek. 

 Your heart beat is quick in your chest and your breaths are heavy and deep as you came down, your eyes slowly fluttering open to see Harry smirking down at you.

 “Did so good fo’ me, petal. Would you like to keep going?” He asked, you paused for a second before giving him a slow nod, sitting up straight in his lap and standing on your knees so he could remove the dildo from underneath you. Harry placed a soft peck to your lips, checking if you were sure before continuing. 

 “Quick question, angel, did I say you could cum?” He raised his eyebrow at you “Because, I don’t remember saying you could, but I know tha’ you know the rules so it must’ve just slipped my mind, yeah?” 

 You stared up at him through your eyelashes, shaking your head as you nervously bit your lip. You’d been so caught up in the moment you completely forgot to ask, and you knew what was in store for you when you broke one of Harry’s rules; An ass so red you wouldn’t be able to stand for a week, and that’s if you were lucky.

 “No?” You confirmed his question with another shake of your head, although you knew it was rhetorical “That’s naughty of you.”

 “I didn’t mean to be naughty, I forgot.” Harry shrugged at your response, motioning for you to lay out across his lap. You obliged, burying your face into the couch while you waited.

 “Ah, ah ah, you’ll be cleaning daddy’s gift while you get your punishment. You’ll be getting fifteen, and I don’t want to hear any whining.” Harry said, placing the pink dildo in front of you and watching as you took the tip into your warm mouth. Your tongue is coated in your own juices when you felt a harsh smack! come down on your ass. You jumped at the sudden pain, the sting of your ass working with the erotic situation to make you even wetter.

 Seeing as there is an artificial dick in your mouth, you can’t exactly count, so, as much as Harry loved hearing you choke out the number of times his hand had come down on your ass, sure to leave a mark by the end of the night, he let it slide. 

 By the time he counted fifteen he wasn’t sure whether the tears streaming down your face were from the spankings or from gagging on the huge dick placed in front of you. Harry reached over to swipe a few stray tears away before giving another harsh smack to your already stinging ass. 

 “You already did fifteen.” You say, pulling off the dildo and wiping the spit from your mouth as you turned to look at Harry. 

 “I forgot.” He said, mocking your answer with a raised eyebrow before flipping you back so your face was once again buried in the couch, leaving you to lift your head and continue cleaning the dildo with your tongue. Three consecutive smacks came down on your ass before Harry pulled you to sit up by your hair. He kisses you roughly before laying you down on the couch, your aching red ass making contact with the suede. 

 You let your tired body sink into the sofa, although your ass was stinging at the feeling. Harry was quick to crawl on top of you, sliding his pants down his thighs and discarding them on the coffee table as he bit and sucked at your neck. The feeling of his warm breath fanning out against your neck sent a shiver down your spine, Harry’s lips coming up to connect with yours in a rough, but slow kiss.

 “Want you to feel every inch of me, petal.” He said, lining himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing his tip in. A deep, muffled groan tumbled past his lips and into your ear as he continued to push the rest of himself into your slowly, stretching your already sensitive pussy. 

 The feeling of him completely inside you was 10x better than the dildo, filling you up just right as he buried his face into your neck. He started slowly, taking a little more out each time, holding you close and taking his time. You could feel everything as he slowly pushed himself in and out, finger tangling themselves into your hair while his lips worked at your neck.

 It wasn’t until you began pushing your hips back into his that he sped up, eager to make you come again and again. He reached behind himself to grab your legs and put them on his shoulders, fucking you faster and deeper than before. You knew you wouldn’t last long the second his hand came down to play with your clit, working you up more and more with each thrust. 

 You could barely catch a breath as your legs shook and your eyes squeezed shut. The pressure he’s applying to your clit quickly becoming all too much as moans continuously and involuntarily rolled past your tongue.

 “Don’t cum, and that’s a demand.” Harry said, the way you’re shaking beneath him an obvious tell that you’re close, nipping at your earlobe so you knew he was serious. His hips sped up, the sound of skin slapping against skin sounding throughout the living room as he fucked into you with all he had. 

 You continued to hold off your orgasm, one punishment being more than enough for the night. Harry pulled at your hair as he got closer, his thrusts becoming uneven and sloppy as he approached his high. 

 “Cum with me.” He groaned into your ear, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside you as your walls fluttered and you came around him. Your orgasm racked through your body, a squeal involuntarily coming out as waves of pleasure washed over you, Harry still grinding himself into you as you rode out your orgasms together.

 “Can I clean you up?” You asked when he pulled out, his dick soaked in a mixture of your juices and his cum looking too good to pass up. 

 “Of course, princess.” He said, his eyes refusing to lean you as you sunk down to your knees on the floor in front of him on the couch, running your tongue up the length of his cock and swirling it around the tip before deep-throating him. Harry let out a deep groan at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his dick, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you sucked at the tip. 

 “That’s enough, love, you’re gonna make me hard if you keep going like that” He said, but you ignored him, continuing to suck at the tip, running your tongue along the divot as you lightly stroked him. It didn’t take Harry long to pull you off his dick, glaring down at you with a raised brow.

 “Petal, have you disobeyed me twice?” 

 “Like I said, you don’t control me.” 

 “Then fucking go out with me.” The question shocked you, mostly because you weren’t sure of the authenticity of it, but also because of how out of place it was. You hadn’t even meant it like that, but now that the situation had arose you weren’t sure what to say. 

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Summary: You leave Harry’s concert and end up at a bar, where you run into him and decide to get some drinks. 

Word count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Slight mentions of daddy kink, bondage, spanking

A/N: Here it is, unedited so sorry if it sucks. She’s finally updating, we’re so proud. This is basically my take on the ‘noticed in the middle of the crowd’ trope. It’s 6:48 Am, I started at like 1, I am tired, the sun is out, have fun you horny fucks. Like and rb if you enjoyed. 

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You‘re on cloud nine, the traffic piling up not standing a chance against your mood. It may have took you twenty-one years to go to your first concert, but it was well worth the wait. You’d spent the whole night singing, screaming and dancing to your heart’s content, you couldn’t believe you’d been missing out on this experience all your life, you felt so safe and so happy, surrounded by people who gathered for the simplicity of enjoying music.

The beautiful curly haired boy danced and jumped around the stage as he sung, reading signs and teasing fans in between sets, the energy surrounding you making you feel unstoppable. Your heart nearly stopped when he’d turned to you, walking his way to the edge of the stage and hushing you for screaming just as everyone else quieted, a shade of light red coating your cheeks at all the eyes suddenly turning towards you.

You’d attached your phone to the radio so you could listen to the album on your way to the bar, belting out the lyrics and picturing yourself back in the sea of people. You were always a fan of One Direction-- you recalled crying when Zayn left and laughed momentarily, oh how things had changed--, but you’d never looked into Harry’s music until recently and when you found out he was coming into town you jumped at the chance to buy a ticket. Harry had always been charming and handsome, his beauty was timeless, but he had never looked better than he did as he stood on stage and sung his heart out, clearly in his element.

Your childhood crush was clearly redeveloping as your heart pounded at just the thought of him, everything about him was perfect from his cute little smile and accent to the silver rings that adorned his fingers. Absolutely, positively, drop dead gorgeous, you thought to yourself as you pulled into the parking lot of the bar.  

The cold air nipped at your warm cheeks as you made your way to the entrance, glancing over at the shining sign of the hotel that stood next to it. The metal was cold as you wrapped your hand around it, pulling one of the doors open and being instantly enveloped in the warm air.

While on your way to the bar you tripped on a loose floorboard, losing your balance momentarily and grabbing onto the shoulder of the stranger standing in front of you so you wouldn’t fall on your face. When your balance was regained you looked up, your eyes meeting those of the stranger who’d saved you from an embarrassing tumble. Your apology caught in your throat as your heart stopped, or maybe it was just beating so fast you couldn’t feel it, either way the last eyes you were expecting to be met with were those of the boy you’d spent the last hour watching as he danced around the stage.  

“Y’following me round?” He says, breaking the silence lingering between the two of you, his eyes brightening momentarily as they met yours and recalled the face in the crowd.

“No, no, of course not.” You reply quickly, surprised he even remembered you and quickly squishing the mere idea of you following him. You weren’t a creepy stalker and it was the last thing you wanted to be labelled as.

“S’a joke, love. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Uh, yeah, loved it. It was a wonderful escape from everything else in my life.”

“M’glad you enjoyed it, but wha’s wrong with everything else? Actually, hold that thought, we’re gonna talk about this over a few drinks.” Harry says, asking the bartender for two margaritas and tapping the seat next to him for you to sit. You hesitantly took the chair, taking a deep breath as you waited for the bartender to finish your drinks. Harry’s eyes didn’t leave you for a second, scanning over you like he was looking for an answer etched in your skin.

“So, is that tattoo from my song, by chance?” He says, pulling your left arm towards him and gesturing to the words ‘have the time of your life’ scribbled there.

“No, I got this a couple years ago when I turned eighteen actually. Uhm, it’s what I tell myself when I want to do something but I’m too scared, guess it’s kinda lame.” You explain, grabbing one of the margaritas when the bartender slid them over.

“S’not lame at all, I think it’s quite cool. Now, tell me wha’s wrong, love.” Harry says, turning towards you and taking a sip of his drink.

“Just… life, I suppose. I’ve been really stressed lately and I guess I just need a night off.” You say, trying your best to explain the way you were feeling, still unsure as to why he cared.

  “Yeah, I get it. I hope my show helped relieve some stress.”

“You must be under a lot of stress, what do you do to help when it gets too much?” A smirk played on Harry’s lips the second the words left your mouth, looking down at his drink and choking back a laugh. A jolt of confidence ran through you, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system or the excitement from the amazing night you had, but something encouraged you to say

“Maybe we could destress together sometime, then.” Harry paused, looking over at you

“S’naughty of you, angel.” He says, licking his lips and giving you a look that made your knees weak

“Well, what’re you gonna do about it?”  

“Think you’d be better off imaging what I could do.”

“And why’s that?”

“M’not sure you could handle the real thing, petal.”

“Try me.” You say, turning in your chair to face him, your brow raised as you bathed in your newfound confidence. His hand was on your chin in seconds, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“I will not hesitate to tie you up, pin you down and fuck you til’ you’re screaming. Don’t test me, angel.”

“Lot of bark and no bite, so far.” You say, shrinking under his glare before jumping at the bang of Harry slamming the money for your drinks on the table and tugging you harshly out of the bar by your arm. You struggled to keep up with his fast pace, his hand holding tightly onto yours as you walked through the doors of the fancy hotel next door. The confidence you had mustered faded away with the wind, causing you to feel abruptly more nervous.

The elevator ride to his room was quiet, tension filling the air and making it hard to breathe. You began to wonder what you’d gotten yourself into, glancing at the curly haired boy who towered over you and thinking about what he was truly capable of. You figured your flirting was harmless and that he’d never bite, but now you were almost hoping he would.

The walk to the hotel room itself was short, Harry quickly sliding his card in and swinging the door open, holding it there for you and glaring at you as you walked in. It was nice, although you didn’t get to look long before Harry was pinning you against the wall. His lips wasted no time attacking your neck,  sucking, licking and biting at the sensitive skin, your fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt for a second before Harry smacked your hand away, harshly pinning them beside you on the wall.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, pet. Might aswell put it to good use.” Harry says, pushing you to your knees and staring down at you as you got to work on his belt.  You kept glancing up at him, having trouble believing all of this is real.

You pulled Harry’s pants down his legs, rubbing him slowly over his underwear before catching his warning glare and pulling them down to meet his pants, his cock springing up as you freed it from it’s restraints. You tried your best to contain your shock at his large size, taking his cock in your hand and pumping slowly. Harry let out a quiet hiss at the feeling, tilting his head back and basking in the pleasure as you ran your tongue up the underside of his dick, taking your time to lick around the tip, teasing him as much as you could without getting a punishment before hollowing out your cheeks and attempting to take the rest of him in your mouth, your pumping hand helping you out on your way down. Harry entangled his hands in your hair, pushing your head lightly, you gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat but didn’t cease your movements, pumping, licking and sucking as you silently begged for his cum.  

When the feeling in the pit of  your stomach became too much you decided to reach down and play with your clit as you sucked Harry off.

“None o’ that.” Harrry said when he noticed your fingers working against yourself, reaching down to grab your hands and place them on either of his thighs.  You began to moan against him, your fingers working to relieve some of the pressure, closing your eyes as you ran your tongue around his tip, bringing it to the top and kitten licking slowly, tasting his precum on your tongue as you did so.

Harry’s head was thrown back against the wall, mouth hanging open and choking back moans. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand, but the almost angelic sound of his moans was distracting, and you wanted nothing more than his hands trailing all over your body.

“Okay that’s enough, angel, think m’gonna cum.” He groaned under his breath, but you ignored him and instead began pumping faster, hollowing your cheeks out as much as you could while simultaneously staring up at him innocently. You closed your eyes as you prepared to feel his cum shoot out in hot ropes, coating your tongue, but instead felt the harsh tug of your hair and his dick slip out of your mouth.

Your eyes met his, and damn did he look angry. You clamped your thighs together as you stared up at him, trying your best to suppress some of the pressure that’d been building up all night.

“You must’ve misheard me, petal, because surely you wouldn’t be so disobedient as to misbehave so soon.” He said, running his thumb along your bottom lip and watching as you slowly took it between your lips. You ran your tongue along his digit, waiting patiently for whatever might come next.

Harry used his other hand to pull you to your feet by your hair, backing you up until you hit the side of the bed, sitting down and staring up at Harry as he ran his fingers through your hair. He took a seat next to you, causing you to glance over at him in confusion. Harry raised his brow at you and glanced beside him, signaling for you to lay over his lap. You obeyed, not looking to get into any more trouble than you’d already gotten yourself in.

He massaged your ass slowly as you laid there, mentally preparing yourself for the sharp pain of his hand coming down against your ass. Harry slid his hand down your ass and to your thigh, softly nudging your thigh to open your legs, moving your underwear to the side before swiping a finger through your folds. You opened your legs a little more, focusing all too much on his fingers, waiting anxiously for his next move. He began rubbing slow circles around your hole, reaching forward to play with your clit momentarily before moving his hand back and abruptly shoving his middle and pointer finger inside of you, pumping them in and out rapidly. His other hand continued to massage your ass slowly, his tongue shooting out to lick along his bottom lip.

You buried your face into the bedsheets, biting your lip to suppress the moans and grinding back into Harry’s fingers, wanting more. You’d imagined Harry’s fingers would feel nice, but the real thing was so much better. Harry used his other hand to move your hair out of your face before continuing to massage you, his rough fingers feeling amazing against your bare ass.

 You squirmed under Harry’s touch, your hips grinding into his thigh, hoping to feel some pressure on your clit, loving the way he made you feel. The way his fingers could reach so much farther than yours made your toes curl, thoughts of what he was capable ran through your head as you slowly approached your orgasm. You lifted your head to glance back at Harry, catching the beautiful sight of him biting down harshly on his lip as he stared at his fingers working themselves in and out of you, presumably soaked in your juices.

You laid your head on your arm, not taking your eyes away from Harry as your legs began to shake, your orgasm fast approaching. You swallowed down your moans, trying not to make too much noise and disturb the other residents of the hotel. Your walls fluttered around Harry’s finger, a moan involuntarily tumbling out of your mouth as you came around his fingers. Your orgasm washed over you, making you tired, but both the relaxation and drowsiness you felt were taken away with a harsh slap to your ass.

“Did I say you could cum?” Harry says, placing another rough smack to your ass. You laid there, trying to catch your breath before being yanked up to be eye level with Harry.

“I asked you a question and I expect you to answer, petal.” He said, giving another smack to your ass. You shook your head no in response to his question, jolting forward quickly when you felt three more smacks on your ass.

“Use your words.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Hm, didn’t what, angel?”

“You didn’t say I could cum. I didn’t know I had to ask.” You say softly, your stinging ass only turning you on more. He moved your legs onto the bed so you were laying down before reaching into the drawer and pulling out a pair of hot pink fluffy handcuffs. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw them, eyes trailing over to meet his.

“S’okay love, but m’afraid tha’ since you don’t know how to behave, i’m gonna have to tie you up.” Harry says, clicking the handcuffs around your wrists “Just tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded, agreeing to tell him if it was too much as you slowly rubbed your thighs together. Harry climbed onto the bed, spreading your thighs and sitting inbetween them. His eyes wandered your body freely while his hands left teasing touches along your thighs. Harry’s eyes met yours as he reached up and slid his fingers in your mouth, watching as you sucked your juices off his fingers.

“Alrigh’ angel, I’m a bit of a narcissist so if we’re gonna do this m’gonna need you to be loud for me.” Harry says, leaning down so his face is hovering above your own, his hard on pressed flat against your core.

“Yes sir.” You say, taking a deep breath and tugging lightly at your restraints. Harry hummed in approval before leaning down to leave kisses along your neck

“Call me daddy.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning out across your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. You paused for a second, processing what he said and gulping down the clump in your throat.

“Daddy.” You mumbled under your breath, tugging lightly on your restraints. Harry groaned, pulling your underwear down the length of your legs and carelessly discarding it, giving himself a few languid strokes before lining himself up to your entrance, glancing up at you for approval before pushing himself in slowly, wanting you to feel every throbbing inch he had to give. Harry filled you up all the way, his cock stretching you in the best way possible. It took you a minute to adjust, but when you did you gave Harry a quick nod and he began thrusting slowly, moaning into your ear as he felt your tight cunt wrapped around him.

Harry began to speed up when he felt you pushing back into him, holding himself up with his arm as he slowly fucked himself into you. He slowly began to build his pace, savoring the moans that tumbled over your lips, his lips kissing and biting down your neck, sucking momentarily on your sweet spot before continuing his way down to your breast, taking one in his mouth and using his hand to massage the other.

Your moans only cheered Harry on, encouraging him to go faster and harder with each thrust, fucking you into the bed as hard as he could. Harry stared down at you, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucked you, his and trailing up the bridge of your breasts and making its way to your neck, slightly cutting off your airways as he choked you. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you watched him fuck you, his eyes filled with lust as he relentlessly rammed himself into you.

“You look so good, angel, taking my dick. Such a dirty little girl in such a pretty little package. Your mouth gets you in a lot of trouble, eh?” Harry says, spreading your legs to get deeper inside you.

You couldn’t help the moans that poured past your lips as you tugged, hurting your wrists as you reached for your clit and momentarily forgot about your restraints. You whined, giving the handcuffs a few more light tugs as a show of your disapproval.

“Awh, what, love? Y’don’t like the handcuffs?” Harry asked in a teasing tone, you shook your head in response “Too bad, should’ve thought about that before you were a disobedient little slut. Y’just lucky I didn’t fuck you in the bathroom of tha’ bar.”

“Please, daddy, I wanna touch you. I’ll be a good girl I promise.” You say, his pace not slowing down for even a second as he trailed his hand up from your throat to your jaw, squeezing harshly.

“Shut up and take my dick.” He says, putting your legs over his shoulder and his hand back around your throat, speeding up as he hit a new angle that drove you wild, digging your fingernails into his back and dragging them down. You were sure not to hold any moans back, pushing your head back into your pillow as Harry fucked you, using the hand that was around your throat to play with your clit. Your legs shook beside his head as he hit all the right spots, tightening his hand around your throat when he felt you squeeze around his cock.

A loud moan shot from you mouth as you came around his dick, but he didn’t slow down as he chased his own high, putting the fingers that just seconds ago were playing with your clit into his mouth, moaning at the taste as he released his load in you, hot ropes of cum shooting deep inside you.

You both relaxed, taking a moment to enjoy your orgasms before Harry pulled out, watching as his cum dripped out of you. He ran a finger through your folds once again, collecting a mixture of his cum and your juices on his finger and bringing it up to your mouth where you happily took the digits into your mouth, the salty-sweet concoction coating your taste buds as you gave Harry a wink.

Harry took his fingers back once you’d licked it all off and dipped his head back down between your thighs.

“Didn’t think we were done yet, did you love?” He asks, licking a fat stripe up your sensitive, wet pussy. You moaned quietly at the feeling, once again tugging at the cuffs that bound your hands as you forgot they were there. Harry wraps his arm below your thighs, holding your red ass in his hands as he ate you out. He moaned at the taste, the vibrations hitting you in your core and flowing throughout you. You lifted your hips, grinding into his tongue as you felt him slip in and out of you, using his tongue to play with your clit and fuck you.

Harry looked like he was enjoying himself, finding it hard to choose between licking up inside you and sucking on your clit, finding a middle ground by sucking on and licking at your clit while finger fucking you.

“Gonna cum for me, like a good little girl?”

“M’not sure I can.” You say, taking a deep breath that ended in a moan.

“Sure you can, a dirty little girl like you, even ran that slutty little mouth of yours, time to own up to it, petal. Cum on my fucking tongue, I wanna taste you and feel you cum all over my face jus’ like you did with my cock.” Harry said, switching positions so he was using his fingers to play with your clit and licking up inside you with his tongue.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, racking your body and leaving you fatigued. Harry licked up your release before making his way up your body and giving you a wet kiss. You moaned into the kiss as you tasted yourself. You playfully bit at his bottom lip before retreating back into his mouth, kissing each other slowly as you returned from your highs.

Harry left a final peck on your lips before laying next to you, where you looked around for your underwear as you prepared to leave, spotting it on the lamp shade and standing to grab it. Your legs felt weak as you went to stand, so you were glad when Harry grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit back down.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Ah ah ah,” He said, pulling you back up to him and burying your face into his chest as he pulled the blankets over the two of you “you never told me about wha’s wrong, plus there’s traffic, you won’t be home til’ late.”

“I did tell you what was wrong, stress, remember? Sounds like you’re just trying to make an excuse so I’ll stay and cuddle with you.”

Updated 3/24/19

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Blurbs (***=NSFW)

Happy Birthday*** 3/3/19

The one wheres its your birthday

In The Crowd *** 3/24/19

You leave Harry’s concert and go to a bar, where you meet and decide to get drinks/ my take on the “he sees you in the crowd” trope.

Woman *** 3/28/19

The one where Harry gives you a gift.

Series

Pretend

0.1 3/16/19

Micky D’s pt.1 *** 2/23/19

The one where it’s Christmas and Harry’s been teasing you so you decide to make a move

Milkshakes and More pt.2 *** 2/25/19

Pt.2 to Micky D’s

The one where harry keeps his promises

Love Is In The Air pt.1 3/3/19

The one where you feel insecure

Celebration pt.2 *** 3/4/19

Pt.2 to Love Is In The Air 

NSFW 

kinda smutty, slight mentions of daddy kink

first time writing smut please don’t judge me too harshly I’m fragile.

It was five days before Christmas and this year Harry decided he would like to meet your family, so instead of his usual Christmas in Britain he’d tagged along with you to your aunt’s place in North Carolina. You were sitting on your aunt’s couch when you asked Harry if he’d like to go to Mcdonald’s for a milkshake. Half an hour had passed and you were still sat in the middle of an empty Ross’ parking lot across from the Mcdonald’s sipping at your now half melted milkshakes. You’d originally planned to go in and possibly buy a few last minute presents, but it started to rain and you hadn’t brought an umbrella and weren’t fond of driving with it coming down so hard, so instead you decided to sit in the car and talk instead.

Christmas time was a time for family of course, and while the majority of your family was a joy to be around your aunt had always been a pain in your ass. Every year she would find a reason to make you feel like shit, everything from your clothes to your life choices, and you would let it happen out of fear of causing family drama, this year was no different.

The ice cream helped, but Harry was the thing keeping you sane. All week he’d been making sure to go on walks with you or take you shopping, anything to get you out of the house and away from your aunt. Sometimes your cousins and siblings would tag along, and you were okay with that, in fact you were happy Harry and your family got along so well that you could all go along on these little outings together.

Harry had also been teasing you at every chance he got, doing little things he knew drove you crazy, you recall sitting at the dinner table and having him slide his hand under your skirt just to run a finger up your thigh and brush over your underwear before retreating and continuing to eat his pizza. Your family didn’t seem to notice, thank god, but you sure as hell did and couldn’t stop thinking about it. You tried to get your revenge when you were spraying whipped cream over your hot chocolate, pouring some in your mouth and letting it slip over the edge onto your cheek. You set the can down, wiping it off your cheek and popping your fingers in your mouth while looking up at Harry, but he was distracted by your cousin asking about tour life.

This time, though, you were alone in his car bantering, leaving the radio on a low setting and the rain pitter-patting against the window as ambient noise. You’d decided on sitting in the back seat as there was more room and you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

Harry switched his milkshake from one hand to the other, setting the former on your thigh and smiling when you pushed his freezing cold hand away.

“Awh, wha’? Y’don’t love me anymore?” He says, putting on a fake sad tone as he pouts at you

“Nope, but that’s not why I shoved your hand away.” You joke, smiling up at him

“S’rude of you, angel. You should apologize.”

“M’sorry, can I make it up to you?” You say, setting your milkshake in the cupholder. You lean in for a kiss, to which Harry happily obliges as he lightly grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger. When you pull away you’re met with the sight of Harry smiling giddily, a cute little dimple on either side of his mouth.

“All is forgiven, can’t stay mad at you.” He says, tilting his head to the side, the look of pure adorating dropping only when you shake your head no

“Not done yet.” You reply, standing on your knees as you run your fingers through his hair, kissing him slower this time. You sling your leg over his lap and straddle him as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as you slowly lower yourself to sit on his lap. You move one hand to the nape of his neck, tugging lightly at the hairs as you attempt to deepen the kiss. Harry once again obliges, biting lightly on your bottom lip before giving it a light tug and slowly rubbing your back.

It was a mess of slow rubbing and teasing touches that ended too soon when you ran your hands along his jawline, down his neck and over his shoulders until your fingers fell upon the buttons of his shirt, but as you’re slowly unbuttoning the soft material you feel a hand wrap around your wrist.

“What d’you think you’re doing?” he asks, slightly out of breath and licking his bottom lip as he squints at you as if the answer to his question is somewhere in your eyes

“Making it up to you.” You reply, swallowing harshly, worried you’d gotten yourself in trouble, but not so worried that you weren’t excited to see how far you could push your gorgeous boyfriend before he went off. Harry shakes his head at you, his hand still wrapped tightly around your wrist as his nails dug lightly into your skin.

“We’re not doing this in the middle of a parking lot, we could be caught.”  You sigh, licking your lips and staring at the little bit of his chest you’d managed to reveal, knowing you couldn’t handle another week of his teasing without being touched by him, and deciding begging was the way to get what you wanted.

“Please daddy,” you say, putting a little whine into your voice, knowing that nickname and tone combined drives him crazy  “I’ll be good for you, listen to whatever you say, can even be quiet if you want.” You plead, burying your face in his neck and leaving a trail of light kisses. When he didn’t respond, you continued

“You can just use your hands, or I can use mine, or you could pull your pants down just enough to take it out and I could go slow so if anyone saw us it wouldn’t look suspicious. I could even ride your thigh, I just need something to tie me over until we get home.” You beg, getting yourself even more worked up at the thought of all those things.

Harry pulls you off of him by your neck, letting go so you’re only facing towards him as you sit on his lap. You avoid eye contact, looking at his lips, to the marks you left on his neck, to his hands sat idly on your knees, anything to avoid the glare you can feel burning into your forehead.

“Look at me, princess.” Harry demands, you force yourself to glance up at his eyes, but only for a second before you’re looking away again. You can tell he’s serious, so you try again, looking up through your lashes and being met with the same pissed-off eyebrow-raised look he was giving you before. The look shooting a spark of warmth down your body and in between your thighs, the pressure you feel in the pit of your stomach building more than you thought possible.

There’s nothing more you want than his tongue down your throat, and a few other things you could think of, but before you could continue that thought Harry grabs your face by the chin. forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here, pet. Seems like maybe you’ve forgotten how to follow orders, eh?” You stay quiet, not sure whether or not you should respond or if that would just get you in more trouble.

“Nothin’ to say for yourself?” He paused, giving you a second to respond, but when you didn’t he continued “Well, then it’s time to head back. But, let me tell you this, if you don’t behave yourself like a good little girl, when we get back home I’ll have you bent over the bed, ass redder than a tomato, begging and if you think you’re needy now, you’re gonna be a mess for me later. Got it?” you nod this time, mumbling out a ‘yes sir’ before crawling off his lap and back into your own seat.

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Summary: First chapter in a series, you’re starring in a movie alongside Harry styles and tonight is the premier.

A/N: thank you for being patient and hi to everyone that’s new! I’ll be updating more often, just wasn’t inspired. The next thing you see from me is probably going to be a smut piece so be prepared for that, you’ll have it by the end of the month tops. Dont forgot to like and reblog if you enjoyed!

My red dress sparkled in the flashing lights from the cameras that are riddled across the length of the carpet, looking toward the photographers shouting my name as a faux smile danced on my lips. I let my eyes roam, glancing through the crowd of faces as I took a few strides forward, my eyes eventually landing on my Co-stars that stood beside me and their smiling faces.

In this moment, I feel invincible, the highlight on my cheeks competing with my smile for brightest thing on my face, my curls bouncing as I took a few more steps forward. My best friend and Co-star, Brooke, walked next to me as an interviewer was fast approaching, a microphone on hand and a cameraman close behind. She whispered a quick compliment in my ear before shifting her full attention to the interviewer in front of us, who was now holding a mic up to our mouths.

“Hello you two! You both look stunning tonight, but besides that how excited are you for Pretend to finally be in theaters?”

“Oh, well first, thank you so much you look very gorgeous yourself, and second we’re so thrilled! Aren’t we, Rin?” Brooke says from beside me, turning for my approval as I gave her an an enthusiastic nod.

“So excited! We know you guys will love Pretend as much as we do. We all worked so, so hard on it and… Just, it’s my baby and I can’t wait for everyone to see it.” I say, containing my passion more than a little as I speak into the mic, keeping eye contact with the interviewer as I did.

“I know everyone’s gonna love it, you can’t fail when you have the iconic duo of Brooke and Rin. I’m so excited to see you two in action, I can’t wait!” The interviewer replies, doing quick steps as she expressed her excitement.

“I can’t wait either, we’ll see you in there.” Brooke adds, walking us down the remaining length of the carpet and into the backstage area, making her way to our seats and tugging me along with.

Once again my eyes wandered, bouncing from person to person as we made our way down the aisle. I let my heart go wild with excitement as I noticed some of my favorite actors and actresses had showed up to the premier, conversing among themselves as they waited for the movie to be shown on the big screen. As we walked my eyes landed on one of my Co-stars. One I had avoided for the majority of filming. Every time I was around him I embarrassed myself, I recall I’d even spilled hot coffee on him during a late night of filming.

I sipped desperately at my mug of coffee, the hot liquid burning my tongue and throat as I swallowed the big gulp in a rush, sticking my tongue out as if the air would repair my burnt taste buds. I spun to get a glass of water, feeling an impact as I did, scorching hot coffee running down my arm, spilling out of my cup and onto the person I collided with. I looked up, apologizing frantically as I grabbed a few tissues to clean us both up.

“It’s okay, you’re good.” I didn’t have to wait for eyes to meet to know it was Harry, wincing as I saw the huge stain it made on the clothes he was wearing. Not only had I just spilled burning hot coffee on Harry, I’d ruined his costume for the scene we were shooting. On the bright side, however, burning myself with coffee (twice) really did the trick when it came to waking me up.

I shook my head and took a deep breath as I recalled the awful moment, even now I had to catch myself from slipping down the many sets of stairs below me when my heel caught on air, recovering swiftly and elegantly before walking along the rows of seats and taking one between Brooke and my love interest in the movie, Joey.

A few minutes later the director came onstage, walking up to the mic and saying a quick speech before the lights dimmed and the screen came to life. The movie was just as I’d imagined it, a beautiful mix of laughter and tears, and everyone seemed to love it, but honestly even if it was booed at I wouldn’t have cared. This was my proudest piece of work, and I was so proud to be so closely involved with every part of it that what everyone else thought was just validation to what I already knew, that it was perfect.

The after party was next, people walking up to I and the director, Ellie, to congratulate us on our masterpiece. If Brooke and I are close, Ellie and I are crammed, we’d known each other years before our fame and held each other up for years after and had no idea what I would do without my right-hand woman. We created separately for a while; Me, starring in my own shows and her, creating her own movies, but it wasn’t until now that we decided to collaborate our talents and create Pretend.

“How’s your night been so far?” I ask, making a lipstick print on my glass as I took a sip of my water, swishing it around with a flick of my wrist as I waited for a response.

“It’s been so good, I can’t believe we’re finally done with filming. I had so much fun it was a dream. I love you so much, come here.” Ellie says, her soft drunk side showing itself as she wrapped her arms tightly around me, careful not to spill her martini. When we pulled away my eyes scanned the room for Brooke, trying my best to make sure she didn’t get herself in any trouble tonight, but instead finding Harry’s. My heart rate sped up as his eyes met mine, saying a quick goodbye to whoever he was talking to before making his way over to me. I tried to play it off like I hadn’t seen him, going to walk away but instead bumping into Joey, causing him to spill his drink on me, pausing as the cold liquid made its way down the bridge of my breasts and spread its way across the top of my beautiful dress.

I hoped that the moment was embarrassing enough for Harry to walk away and pretend he hadn’t seen me, but he made his way over anyway with a hand full of paper towels and handed them to me so I could dry myself, shooing away the few lingering stares I had earned myself. Ellie was in my peripheral vision, laughing in the corner, knowing I always slipped up on something when Harry was around, but I tried my best to ignore her as my cheeks went redder than the dress I was wearing.

“Why do we keep meeting like this?” Harry says, letting out a little laugh as he ripped off another section of paper towel and handed it to me. The words caught in my throat as I shook my head and gave him a subtle shrug, patting down the top of my dress and avoiding eye contact.

“I—honestly, I have no idea.” I say, laughing quietly at myself.

“Maybe we should try again sometime?,” I paused, making eye contact with him and wondering if he meant what I thought he did “Do you like ice cream?” Yeah, he meant it like that, my heart speeding up in my chest as I thought about what to respond.

Harry’s eyes watched mine expectantly, waiting for an answer.