Oh My Fucking God Lord Have Mercy

so hot

Hiii i asked this the other day but i dont know if tumblr lost it or if you just didn't want to answer. If it's the latter feel free to ignore this! Tumblr just doesn't send my questions sometimes😂

So i was thinking about those red handcuffs someone threw on stage at the st paul show (live on tour). How harry kept them in his pocket and later slyly pulled them out when he was singing??? I was wondering did he and sf!yn ever get to use them afterwards because i have a very vivid image of her cuffing him to the bed that night😳 (let's pretend he didn't throw them back lmao he put them back in his pocket and everyone saw that. Maybe he even made a cheeky comment about making a good use of them later😏)

Again feel free to ignore this if the concept makes you uncomfortable! Just that tumblr sometimes loses my asks and i wanted to send it again to make sure🙃

let's gooo!!!! we love switch!harry here <3 aaaand this is 2018 so live on tour!harry (♡)

! | kinda smut, yn touching herself and harry being handcuffed, dirty talk.

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"I dunno who threw these, but thank you." Harry balances the red handcuffs between his fingers. "I promise to put them to good use." Smiling at the sound of people shouting, he tucks them into the pocket of his dress trousers, not bothering to turn to look at his girlfriend.

(...)

"I can't believe you told your audience that we literally use handcuffs to fuck."

The brunette laughs, but his laughter turns into a choked moan as Y/N's index finger slides down his chest, and to his butterfly tattoo, and lower.

She reaches up to his pelvis, and down to his erect cock, and takes it in her hands, stroking it with her hand without giving it her full attention, making him desperate.

"Baby... please, let me go." He gasps, tugging at the handcuffs between the back of the bed. "These fucking things turned out to be good."

Y/N laughs, tossing her hair to the side, exposing her neck and the sight drives him crazy. Her beauty is so suffocating, he can't believe how after years and years he still hasn't drowned in all she has to offer. He's completely naked, but she's still dressed in her pink dress (to match his dress shirt) for the concert, and it makes him feel more vulnerable and aroused.

"No, you can't touch me."

"Why?" he asks desperately, sweat pouring down his chest lighting up his swallows because of the hot atmosphere in the hotel room.

"Cause you told over two thousand people the things we do when we fuck, Harry."

Her voice is hard, serious, just like her face. She's so good at this that she just makes him lift his hips against her hand, but Y/N pulls away, and that makes him speak without think.

"I didn't say anything, I left things open to the imagination. It's a little bit different, don't y'think?" The cocky accent mixes with the british when he opens his mouth, and the look coming from her just shuts him up.

He's so hot, his body begs for a release after the adrenaline of the concert, "please, fuck, please" he thinks.

"Now I'm gonna touch myself, and you're gonna have to watch me, not being able to touch you, not being able to touch me." She smiles, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she spreads her legs at the end of the bed.

She's far enough away that Harry can't touch her with any part of his body, but close enough for him to see that she's out of her panties, and completely wet.

His mouth waters as he sees the arousal decorating the area, he craves to taste her, and the little spurts of precum coming from the head of his cock just give it away.

Y/N makes sure to put on a show by licking her fingers and keeping eye contact with her boyfriend, he looks completely fucked, and opens his mouth slowly as he watches her massage her clit.

"Y– Yes... I wish it was you, H." She moans, tilting her head back. "It feels better when it's your fingers, your tongue, your cock."

Harry tugs once more on the handcuffs, but secretly, he does it with moderate force, because deep down he doesn't want to let go, he wants to stay trapped watching the woman of his dreams touch herself in front of him.

However, he likes to be insistent. "Take this off me, Y/N. Shit, you're doing it wrong. Touch yourself more on the right, you know you like it more there."

The girl doesn't listen and that makes him grunt, she stares at him with sparkling eyes, and looks down at his member. "You look like you need help, my love."

Styles rolls his eyes, but a tingle runs through his pelvis, he loves it when she's like this, has loved it since day one. But he also loves it when she forgets every shameless word she says, and he's the one in control.

That's why he smiles cynically at Y/N, and shrugs as best he can before saying.

"Do whatever the fuck you want, enjoy your moment of fame, I don't fuckin' care. We'll see what happens when you're the one tied to the bed begging to be fucked mercilessly."

And he knows he did the right thing when he sees Y/N's movements getting clumsier. He was gonna have fun after being here in handcuffs.

jimin and taehyung are only two months apart but jimin sounds like hes 12 and taehyung sounds like he’s gone through puberty twice and this is why i have trust issues 

The thing about girls is they’ll be in a relationship with the most random man. They will find people you didn’t even know god could make

ay dios santo you just killed me w this oneeeeeee 😩

been having pure and maybe impure thoughts abt gyu w/ a crybaby gf… like he would be so ??$1?!1&2&&

cw. daddy gyu (as always), crybaby subby gf, bulge kink, size kink, DACRYPHILIA, name calling (calls u dumb 1x but its hot & i think i was kinda cute), traffic light safeword system (bc of tha hansol smut that yu posted & i loved that one sm). gyu is very in love and obsessed w/ u (and ur pussy). i became possessed as i wrote this so i dont even remember what's on here ok just. proceed with caution i think a/n. i got carried away!!! wtf!!! it's long so most of it us under the cut. also barely proofread yay

STOP THE DAMN CAR!!!!! ok listen. u're so real for planting this in my mind but let me sprinkle a lil something into this bc i love intimacy and vulnerability with ur partner....

gyu w/ a crybaby gf ... except gf is the type to hold everything together, only crying when she's alone bc she's too afraid to do that in front of others.

mingyu w/ a crybaby gf, but gf is a crybaby only around him bc she feels safe enough around him to be vulnerable :')

pure thoughts first: it would catch him off-guard when you cry in front of him for the first time. he would straight up panic because in the time that you've known him, from being friends to him trying to win your heart to him becoming your boyfriend, he has never seen you cry.

the first time he sees you cry is when you two have been together for some time already (maybe like half a year into your relationship because vulnerability scares you). he knows you to be strong-willed and sometimes even stone cold, so seeing you in tears after a failed attempt at a dish you'd been wanting to make for him rattles him to his core because he just isn't used to seeing you like this.

he thinks it's a one-time thing, because maybe you were just having a horrible day and the failed cooking attempt was just your tipping point. but then it happens, and happens, and happens, and a year into your relationship, he's sure seen you cry over almost everything. from failed baking or cooking attempts, to how cute this cat on instagram is, to a tiktok of shelter animals not being adopted for being too old or not cute enough by societal standards, to how much you love and adore him— everything.

he realizes so quickly that, all this time, you've been sensitive and tender and feeling, and that your thick skin is only a facade to protect yourself from others and the world— it makes him want to protect and care for you tenfold.

but, he would honestly think it's adorable that you're such a crybaby. he thinks it's endearing and so, so precious that you feel things so deeply to the point of tears. he thinks it even more special that you feel so safe around him that you willingly take down your walls.

whenever he finds you crying, regardless of whatever reason it may be, he's always there to comfort you. he always kisses your pout away, holds your cheeks in the warmth of his hands, wipes your tears away with his thumbs, and litters soft kisses all over your face to kiss the tears away.

he never ever makes you feel small or silly for crying, and does his best to make sure you always feel safe around him. (he's your daddy, that's what he's supposed to do anyway!)

but, oh, it would be such a different story when it comes to him fucking you.

because when he's fucking you, he lives to make you cry.

he lives for the way you hiccup and sob when he splits you open and stuffs you full with his cock. lives for the way you babble and whine incoherently as he rails you nearly past your limit, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your veins and setting your nerves on fire.

he loves watching you cry, and sometimes he likes licking at the tears streaming down your cheeks with the most devious smirk on his face, while he fucks your cunt open mating press style.

he loves watching the way you sniffle, the way your breath skips over as you struggle to regulate your breathing because of how good he's fucking you. he loves how he can just tell when you're broken and your mind is split between begging him to stop because you're so overwhelmed, and asking him to keep going, to keep fucking you forever because the way his thick cock fills you up and makes you feel whole is way too good to give up.

(mating press is one of his favourite positions to fuck you in because he likes the view of you sobbing on his dick, and watching his cock bulge through your lower belly.

"y'so little, baby, look," as he slams into you and stills, sheathed all the way in your sweet cunt that he's trained to fit all of him perfectly, moulding your pussy to the shape of his cock to ruin you for everybody else. he runs his hand over his cock bulging through your tummy and presses down onto it with his palm, and the sob it rips from you nearly has him cumming then and there. "god, i fucking love it when you cry.")

he also really loves hearing your muffled cries as you sob into the mattress while he rams into you from behind, thighs spread apart as far as you can while he holds your arms behind you, your elbows looped over his own big, strong arms. he leaves you no choice but to let him have his way with you, and you let him because you love when he uses and corrupts you like this.

"shh. i know, princess, i know." he'd coo and curl his body over yours, foregoing holding your arms together and instead wrapping his strong arms around your waist to hold you closer to him. "y'such a crybaby. dumb little crybaby for daddy."

sometimes, he gets a little too lost in you and the feeling of your wam pussy snug around his dick, his own mind too clouded by the sight and sound of you crying and at his mercy. but he always remembers to take a deep breath and make sure you're okay.

"fuck," he'd cuss, slowing down to a stop for a moment, still buried deep inside you, so he can kiss the back of your head before trailing kisses down your back. "you okay? tell me you're okay, honey."

you nod wordlessly, cheek smushed up against the bed, your sore cunt pulsing around his aching cock. he groans at the feeling.

"color?"

"green— daddy, please— don't stop." you hiccup. "w— w-an' your cum."

then you're whimpering and sobbing into the sheets all over again as he goes back to pumping you so full of his cum and leaving you leaking like it's his life mission, because what you want, you always get.

mingyu doesn't like seeing you cry— but he sure as hell loves making you cry instead.

so cute 🥺🥺

I was just thinking of something cute with jj x reader where they are making out and her pink lip stick smudges on her face and all over his lips, and there just so in love

the one where jj loves your lipstick

a/n: ahhhh, so cute!!!

warnings: making out

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“‘m your lips taste so sweet, baby,” jj mumbles against your mouth before taking your lips with his again.

you’re sitting on his lap with your hands grabbing at his now messy hair while his hands explore your body, the softness of your exposed thighs, the warmth of your naked skin whenever his fingers travel underneath his your shirt draws him even closer to you, if that’s possible.

you pull away for a second, needing to breathe, but his lips never stop kissing you all over your face. he needs you everywhere. although you spend every second together, he’s still so touch starved and can’t stop himself from touching you all over.

“j!” you giggle when his actions seem to never stop.

“look so pretty like this, baby,” he chuckles looking at your messy face.

you forgot that you wore lipstick today and you bet you look freaking hilarious right now.

“wait, let me go take this stuff off my face,” you laugh, but when you go to get up from his lap, his hands stop you.

“no way. you look beautiful. all mine. i love this lipstick,” he whispers against your neck and you can’t resist him, not when he gets like this.

you take his head in your hands and bring his lips to yours again for a needy and desperate kiss. you let an unexpected moan out when his hands grab your bottom and he smirks against your mouth.

“ ‘m i love you, baby,” you breathe out when his kisses travel down to your neck as your eyes close instinctively at the feeling.

“i love you, too, pretty girl,” he bites your neck a couple of times, “you’ve got no idea how much.”

you run your fingers through his hair and he hums against your skin. when you get a look at his face, you giggle at the pink lipstick all over his mouth.

“you look pretty, too, you know?” you smile cradling his face in your hands. he furrows his eyebrows in that cute way that makes even your fingertips ache, “you’ve got my lipstick on your mouth, baby.”

“yeah?” he smirks and you know he’s happy about this, so you grant his wish by kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin, the corners of his mouth, until he whines at the loss of your lips on his and you do just what he wants you to.

“how do i look?” he asks when you pull away.

“like you’re all mine,” you say before pressing your lips on his cheek again.

“mh? want me to make you mine too?”

and the smile you give him is everything he needs to flip the two of you over and show you just how much he loves this lipstick on you.

when is harry going to do the world a favor and cover sex on fire

HUSBAND SUGURU! + PREGNANCY ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

tags: fem! reader, husband suguru!, nsfw, suguru is very hesitant about being a dad, but isnt forced into this :), reader is very motherly, dirty talk and talk about getting off the pill and being bred.

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Husband Suguru! whom before you even got married, sat you down and mentioned to you how starting a family wasn’t something he was looking forward to. you know of his past, of the trauma he’s been through. he fully expects you to break up with him when he tells you that, knows how much you want to have a baby of your own, but you don’t. instead, you cradle him in your arms and tell him that you love him and appreciate what you have right now, not what you don’t even see in the picture.

Husband Suguru! who swears he hasn’t changed his mind about babies, about starting a family in general even three years into the marriage. but when he sees you with your friend’s baby, the glow on your face, the motherly instinct—how you gently place your hand on the baby’s head, rock her back and forth and coo at her softly while her mother gets her food ready, his heart feels as though it is about to explode.

“There there baby girl,” your voice is barely above a whisper, and when the baby cries, your lip juts out and you pull the infant towards your chest in an attempt at soothing her. your eyes find his where he is sitting on the couch, and the lighthearted chuckle you give him pulls a nervous one out of his body. you are now convinced that your husband would never ever change his mind based on the horror painting his features as he turns to your friend’s husband to strike a conversation. but in reality, the topic of their conversation is all too surprising.

“Has it been difficult? You know, managing a career and taking care of the baby,”

“Oh yeah very,” the other man admits but Suguru doesn’t detect a single hint of regret in his voice. “but yknow, look at that,” he point his glass of water in the direction of his wife and you holding the baby. “seeing my wife with our baby, our creation—seeing her act all motherly like that? Totally worth it.”

Husband Suguru! who starts to consider the idea of getting you pregnant. he hopes for the rational part of his brain to win over, rather than the horny, disgustingly perverted one. but when you walk out of the shower in a crop top, his mind drifts elsewhere—and suddenly, the image of your belly swollen with his kids floods his mind and he has to put a pillow on his crotch to hide the very evident bulge in his pants.

Husband Suguru! who once he calms down and takes care of his raging boner, texts Satoru in a hurry, asking if they could meet up tomorrow morning. your husband tells you of his plans and you hum sleepily, telling him how catching up with his best friend seems like a good idea. Suguru drops the bomb on his best friend the moment they sit down and the ivory haired’s jaw almost meets the floor.

“You mean you wanna be a dad?”

“I’m not…too sure,” Suguru looks conflicted, he is holding his head in his hands. he knows very well that this is a topic that should be discussed with you, since you were the other person of interest in the situation. but he would hate to give you false hope, he’s seen the way your eyes light up at the mention of a baby, at one of your friends or colleagues being pregnant, how there’s a disappointed look on your face that you try so hard to conceal when Suguru gives you a face in response of a pregnancy announcement. but you are so patient, so accepting, you’ve never once forced him into anything. and truth be told, he wanted to see what kind of mother you would be to your baby—and then toddler, and then teenager and adult—you’d have a life together with a new person who would adapt either your personality or his, with a face of the love of his life. your baby could have your eyes and nose, he’s always pointed them out—even before you started dating.

“Dude, do you or do you not want to have a baby?”

“I don’t know man, it’s hard to think of.”

“Because you are thinking too hard about it,” Satoru says nonchalantly and it irks Suguru a little.

“I am not thinking too hard about it—this is a new responsibility, what if I am not fit to be a dad? I could be a failure for all we know—what if I pussy out of it and—“

“I would kill you.” Satoru warns the man and Suguru doesn’t try to hide how he stiffens up. “I am not joking, I would find you and bring you back to her as a sack of bones,”

“I wouldn’t betray her like that…”

“You’re too focused on the aspect of being a bad dad rather than a good one—yknow, you really think that she’d marry someone she doesn’t see fit as the future father of her children?” Satoru has a point. you did mention to him once (when Suguru was nowhere to be seen at a party you all attended) how falling in love with him was the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but the one thing that would top it is if he became a father to your children. Satoru, knowing his best friend’s stance on the topic, reminded you of how terrified the man was of the idea and all you did was give him a reassuring, understanding wave of your hands.

“I know, but I just know he’d love them hard and make them feel as safe as he makes me feel.”

Husband Suguru! who doesn’t really try to bring up the topic of ‘trying for a baby’. he cringes at the thought, feels as though it makes the process less romantic and intimate and more of a robotic task. as he is stripping you of your clothes, he is silent and lets his eyes wander over your figure. you are extremely shy tonight, unable to meet his eyes as his rough, calloused hands brush over the skin of your boobs before bending down to be at eye level with them. he brings the flesh inside his mouth and sucks—and blood rushes down to his groin at the thought of them being filled with milk, heavy and swollen, more sensitive than usual. his teeth graze the skin at an attempt to catch your attention and your thighs squeeze as you meet his eyes.

“Sugu…” your smaller hands rest on his face as he pulls away from your boobs to plant a heated kiss to your lips, effectively pushing you back on the bed. your back gently hits the mattress, and your chest is heaving in anticipation, unsure of what his next move would be.

“Baby,” he finally speaks up, nose brushing against your stomach as he brings his lips to the skin. “how about you drop the pill tomorrow?” he knows how much of a horrible job he is doing at this, but he feels you move, supporting yourself on your elbows.

“w-why would I do that?” your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and Suguru wishes to brush his thumb over the tense skin of your forehead.

Suguru is shameless as he kisses further south, planting his kiss above the tuft of your pubic hair before pushing your panties to the side. He parts the lips and gives your clit a kiss before moving to your inner thighs.

“why not? It’s doing horrible things to your body—“ he brushes his nose over your clit as he speaks. “beside, we need you off the pill if we want a baby, don’t you think?” when you don’t react to his words, Suguru looks up only to find you staring down at him with parted lips and eyes glossed over with tears.

“…are you sure?” you ask softly, and your husband swears he could never say no to you if you asked like that all the time.

“very,”

Husband Suguru! who fucks you with a new purpose. each drive of his hips fueling the other to go harder, deeper, to keep pushing his cum inside you and plant his seed deep within. your cunt does a great job at showing Suguru how ecstatic and excited you are with his sudden change of heart. you keep squeezing around him, barely able to keep your sounds in—he fucks you so deeply that the sound of skin to skin is louder than your moans and his groans. when he puts you on all fours, the cum starts to drip out of you but he pushes it back in with two thick fingers, lips pressed to your ass cheek.

“want more?”

“mmm! please,” you whine when he aligns his tips with your folds and fixes your arch with a hand on the small of your back. the gasp that escapes your lips when he fucks into you hard makes Suguru chuckle and he rubs your sides, soothing you.

“no need to beg for it,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your nape. “I’d gladly fill you up.”

Husband Suguru! who stiffens up when you show him the positive pregnancy test. up until this point, he is in control of his emotions—he lets you cry in his arms about how scary all of this was, despite you saying you’ve always wanted a baby. he is supportive, understanding of the heightened emotions that you are experiencing—when he sees your tears turn into happy ones, only half of him is able to relax. clearly, he is nervous but he doesn’t wanna show it. not right now.

The first ultrasound during your pregnancy was nerve racking—your hand squeezed your husband’s as you stared at the screen showing what appeared to be your unborn baby. Very tiny, but still there.

“Okay mom and dad,” the doctor presses the ultrasound transducer a bit lower on your stomach, a small smile on his face. “I got some news for you.”

“Good?” your anxious voice has Suguru rubbing his thumb on the back on your hand.

“It depends, how long have you been trying for this baby?” You couldn’t exactly disclose of your very active sex life, but you do give the doctor hints that it was definitely wanted.

“Well, look over here—“ he points to the screen with his gloved finger, ushering Suguru to come closer. “Look over here dad, what do you see?”

Suguru swallows hard as he stares at the screen in confusion, unsure of what to say. “..a baby?”

“Babies. Congratulations, you’re pregnant with twins.”

Your husband whips his head towards you fast, and you cover your mouth in shock. This wasn’t planned—twins? And for a first time? You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were of excitement or fear that maybe you weren’t ready for this.

But Suguru still comforts you, holds you in his arms—tells you that maybe finding out the gender won’t make all of this sound scary anymore. He knew you never really had a preference for gender—you were a natural mom.

However, finding out the gender was an emotional experience for the same man who never thought he would become a father.

Husband Suguru! who tells Satoru to buy the gender reveal cake for you two. he doesn’t want to throw a party, and neither do you. finding out within the privacy of your own home seemed like the best option—you didn’t want to reveal that you were pregnant to any family members—at least not yet.

“Are you ready?” You hold your own glass as you wait for your husband to stand next to you. Your bump wasn’t that evident yet, but signs of pregnancy were starting to show on your body and it brought this warm feeling to Suguru’s body.

“Yeah, hold my hand.” You chuckle slightly at his request but comply either way. Each of you holds their own glass above the cake before looking away as you push it down—you hold your breath, Suguru rests his forehead on your shoulder as he mumbles something about not being able to look at the cake. But you muster up the courage and lift your glass, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

“Sugu—“ you don’t need to tell him to look, he was already staring at the glass with teary eyes. The pink frosting wasn’t something he was expecting to see—he knew he was going to be happy with either but two little girls? His own baby girls—the thought of being a girl dad brings tears to his eyes and you’re quickly pulling him towards you.

“Oh baby,” you hold back your own tears as you comfort your emotional husband, his arms wrapped around your middle. You hear little sniffles and a hand rubs your back before feeling a pair of lips pressed to your forehead.

“Gonna be the prettiest mom to the prettiest girls. Ever.”   

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YOU ALL OVER ME

— or better known as the first time blurb.

since forever special week | masterlist 1 ; masterlist 2

Summary: Harry returns from his tour with One Direction and the anticipation makes him and Y/N finally want to take the next step.

W/N: FINALLY. the end of the since forever week is here and while the other half of you thought this was the birth one shot, it's not :) some know that i couldn't post it when i should have but it's finally here so i hope you enjoy it. this takes place in 2011, they're 17 but if it makes you uncomfortable you can read it imagining that they're 18. please don't come at me, many people have lost their virginity at that age! anyway... don't forget to like, comment and reblog and thank you guys so so much for all of your support on the special, love u forever <3 xx

! | teeth rooting fluff, smut, vaginal protected sex, fingering, first time sex, steve!!! nothing else i think.

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"Holy fuck, you're here!"

Harry lets out a groan as Y/N pounces on his body, but still the smile doesn't fade at the feel of her in his arms. "I'm here."

She pulls away to grab his cheeks, looking into his eyes. "I can't believe it!"

He enjoys his lips on hers after almost five months without seeing each other. This tour thing was difficult, especially if Y/N had to stay to finish her studies, but they made an effort.

They didn't separate until their lungs burned for oxygen, and even so, he kept leaving kisses on her face, listening to her giggle softly.

"Missed yeh so much, baby." He murmured, letting her lead him into the house. "Bought you a few things on the way, the boys too, they miss you."

She turned to see him over her shoulder, leading him up the stairs to her room, though he knew the path by heart. "I miss them too, but I missed you more."

Harry smiles and turns her around, taking her by the waist and about to kiss her again when her mother comes out of her room.

"Oh, Harry!" the woman exclaims, approaching him with open arms. "Look at you, my love, we missed you so much!"

He smiles, allowing himself to be hugged by his mother in law who separates to hold him by the shoulders and look up and down. "Ah, you look so handsome!"

With a slight blush, he answers. "Y'look great too, Dalia."

Y/N takes his hand again and slowly drags him, her mother getting the message and letting them go. "Door open, children!" she exclaims while walking away.

They both roll their eyes, knowing full well that even though her parents have that rule, they've already done everything, well, almost everything.

The climbs through the window and the treehouse in the backyard are their escape, their own world, where they can fantasize that it's just the two of them and feel like adults in their own home.

A home just for them was a concept they loved and Harry promised that when they turned eighteen, he'd buy one for them.

The two stared at each other when they were alone and with a smile they kissed again, lying on the bed. He enjoys her caresses in his hair after so long, sighing. "Mhm, love ya."

"Love you too." Y/N muttered, looking at the ceiling still unable to believe that he was back.

So many calls, messages and miscommunications and finally they were together again even if it was for a short time.

Almost as if he's read her mind, Harry mutters into her chest. "Maybe y'can come back with me next time, everyone misses you and I'm sick of calling after a show. I want yeh there, with me."

She nods, knowing she won't have to miss school because summer vacation's coming up. "Of course, H."

They talk softly until peace comes over their bodies, falling asleep in the comfort of knowing that they are finally together.

Hours later, the sun is still streaming through the window and Harry's the first to open his eyes, smiling sleepily at the sight of her face pressed against the pillow.

Ah, he really hoped to marry her someday.

He feels he's doing too little to commemorate their lost time, and Y/N opens her eyes before he can come up with a plan, yawning and reaching out to hug him tightly.

"Mmm, have y'been awake long?" she asks as she snuggles against him, breathing in his scent and leaving a kiss on his jaw.

He hums no, taking her by the hips to pull her up his body, now lying fully on top of him. "I was thinking... wanna get some ice cream at Claire's?"

Y/N breaks away to stare at him as a smile slowly forms on her lips and she moves in to kiss him. They both breathe through their noses to keep from finishing it, and she fiddles with her bottom lip making him growl and put a hand on the back of his neck to get some control.

He lowers his head to reach her neck, biting into the flesh to hear her sigh. "Door's open." She murmurs, sliding her hands under his shirt.

"Don't care, haven't seen you in months." He says over her lips and with a laugh, she rises up off of him, making him groan. "C'mon, I was getting excited!"

"We have ice cream to get," with an innocent smile, she walks to the door frame. "maybe later."

(…)

"I can't believe I missed that!" Y/N's loud laughter echoes down the street, and he looks up at her smiling from behind his ice cream cone.

"Yeah, we all fell down together, the video must be all over the internet."

They walk hand in hand, approaching their block. "Harry?" they both hear from behind, making them turn around.

"Steve." He replies, swallowing dryly at the sight of his old schoolmate.

The smiling boy approaches them, greeting his girlfriend with a hug that makes him wrinkle his nose. Steve looks back up at him. "How have you been, mate? I heard all about it, I'm so happy for you!"

He knows he's not a bad guy, he's never done anything out of the ordinary, but the fact that he was the one who gave Y/N her first kiss lights a flame inside him that he's not entirely proud of.

"Well, touring all over the world, y'know." Harry shrugs, and his girlfriend beside him rolls her eyes.

If she was possessive, then he was the jealous kind.

Steve just smiles, nodding. "Well, gotta go now, the boys are waiting, maybe you guys can come later if you want?"

"Of course, lad." Y/N answers, and they watch him leave. "Really? Really?!"

"What? I was just being honest!" He shrugs and takes her hand again, resuming his ice cream.

She shakes her head but can't help the small smile that creeps up her face. He was so dumb and cute, and he was her boyfriend.

(...)

Harry slumps on the mattress with a sigh, closing his eyes to the cool summer breeze blowing in through the gaps in the tree house and listening to the footsteps of his love against the wood, smiling knowing she's here with him.

"C'mere." He mutters, stretching out his arm still with his eyes closed.

Y/N gets rid of her snickers and takes his hand, lying against his chest with her forehead on his cheek. Her stomach flutters to feel him so close after so much, and she can't believe how their lives have changed in just one year.

Will it be like this forever? he, traveling the world and she here waiting for him to come back? Or can they face everything together and live the crazy life but with the peace of having the other?

"Baby, what is it?"

She hasn't realized she's disassociated, refocusing her eyes on Harry's greenish ones, feeling her heart explode in her chest at the sight. The entering sun illuminates his face, hitting his eyes and hair, turning his curls a mahogany color.

"I think I'll love you forever, Harry."

His features relax at her confession, and he carefully turns them so that he's now the one on top, caressing her face while she plays with the hair on the nape of his neck.

He's about to answer, but she cuts him off. "No, but really. I'm gonna be ninety years old and you're still gonna make me blush, ya know?"

"I do, cause I feel exactly the same. I love you, and I promise yeh someday when we're older, I'm gonna propose, and you're gonna say yes cause you love me." Harry answers, smiling lovingly at the same time as her.

"I do."

"You do?"

"Mhm, I love you."

"Yeah? tell me more."

He makes her laugh, mouth open and eyes narrowing. Cute. Cutest. She's the cutest.

Y/N opens her eyes but closes them again when she feels his lips on hers, kissing her fast but without looking messy. He settles one forearm to the side of her head and the other hand on her hip, pulling her against his body.

The tongues have already appeared and now they simply taste each other's mouths, she moaning at the sensation of their bodies colliding and feels the need for more, perhaps even more than all those times before.

Harry parted his lips to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of saliva as he sucked on the skin but not leaving a mark, even though he'd like to. "Y/N, I– want you to be m'first."

"I know," she responds, taking him by the face to bring their foreheads together. "me too, baby."

The air hitches in his throat and the sweatpants highlight his boner even more, shit, was this really going to happen? that's it, they were gonna have sex?

Harry didn't doubt his abilities to make her cum, that had already been made clear a long time ago, but this was different, he was going to be inside her— yeah, maybe he should stop thinking before he becomes a precocious jerk.

His mind's clouded and nothing matters anymore when Y/N kisses him as if he's her soulmate. She slides her hands up his torso to the bottom of his shirt, tugging at the top until he gets the message and breaks away to throw it somewhere in the treehouse.

She's about to protest when he stands up from the bed until he begins to frantically yank his pants off. Seizing the moment, Y/N leans on her forearms and admires him, biting her lip and feeling a throbbing in her center that she'd never felt before.

He was... he was perfect.

For a seventeen-year-old, she loved his body and was sure there was no one in the world as beautiful. With love handles, four nipples, and a tummy that she loved caressing, no tattoo, just him, natural.

He was Harry. Not Harry Styles. Not the One Direction member. Harry.

"Y/N..." he growled, looking at the ceiling in complete embarrassment.

"What?!" She started to undress while laughing.

Now, only in her underwear, Y/N was grateful for the curtains they'd put up a while ago to have a little more privacy.

The green-eyed boy was going to answer but the words trailed off when he saw her waiting for him, and he remembered the item that Louis had jokingly given him when he landed at the airport.

"C'mon, Hazza, this is your day, I can feel it in me bones!"

He'd taken it blushing and rolling his eyes, but now he'd make sure to thank his best friend.

"Should I be offended?" Y/N asks when he takes a condom out of his wallet. "Y'know what– say Louis to fuck off."

"How did you know it was him?! also, please don't talk about him right now." He responds, going back to the bed to put the condom on the floor and get on top of her. "Hi."

She runs her hands over his neck. "Hi, curly."

They kiss again, now more impatient and she sucks on his lips making them swell, the sight being enough for a pool of moisture to accumulate in her panties.

He pulls back to gaze into her eyes, inserting two fingers into his mouth, licking the digits under her hungry gaze and listening to her drop a "fuck" under her breath.

Without breaking eye contact, Harry slides his fingers down her body, caressing her breasts and belly until he reaches the edge of her underwear, putting his hand in slowly.

The first contact of his fingertips with her throbbing clit is enough to make her fall back against the pillow in a breath, and it's embarrassing how close she is.

He watches her slump under him and moves his fingers almost expertly, pressing the thumb against the knot of nerves and his other two fingers teasing her entrance.

Y/N moans freely, spreading her legs wider so that he's somehow closer but she knows the only way they're really close is one.

The pleasure's too much, making her curl her toes and rub her hips against Harry's hand who distributes kisses on her collarbones going down to her breasts. She pulls down the straps to reveal them, and he's glad he still has boxers on, because he's already starting to leak.

"You're so gorgeous." he murmurs, his mouth busy licking and kissing her nipples.

The only thing she can limit herself to is moaning and gasping, clutching at her boyfriend's hair and feeling the edge getting closer. Electricity surges in her lower stomach and she whimpers as he brushes her clit. "H, baby– fuck, I'm gonna– gonna cum."

Hearing her, he moves his fingers inside her and puts pressure on her clit, watching her disarm beneath him in an orgasm that leaves her whimpering and with eyes closed. "Baby?"

"I'm okay, I'm okay." She answers, shaken.

Harry feels the need of wanting to taste what it's like to be inside her now. From the first time they did anything, he discovered that what he likes most is making her feel good, even if it means he doesn't get anything in return though it's rare that she doesn't return the favor.

"I'm ready, you're ready?"

He nods, his curls moving with him. "Yeah."

They move quickly, he taking care to dispose of his boxers and put the condom on carefully, and she to discard her two garments in the pile of clothes, returning to each other's arms when they're done.

Y/N spreads her legs and the tip of his cock crashes against her clit, making her jump on the spot. "Oh."

Listening, he does it a few more times until the condom's also covered in her arousal and she's a wad of sighs again. "Gonna put it inside now, 'kay?"

He feels her tense under his hands that hold her waist affectionately, and he looks into her eyes that are deep in nerve but also emotion. "Love, we don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I do, I do," she responds, holding on to his shoulders and putting her legs around his hips. "please."

Okay, here it goes. He just hoped he didn't come off as a fool.

"Holy– fu... fuck, holy– bloody hell..." he whimpers as he thrusts his member inside her, being greeted with a wetness and tightness like nothing else in the world. "I'm gonna... pass out."

He had to hold back because he was ready to cum there and now, but he finished entering and stood still, opening his eyes to see the uncomfortable grimace on Y/N's face.

"You're alright? I'm so sorry, want me to stop?" He was alarmed, caressing her face. "Tell me and I will."

She shook her head. "No, no, I read that it's like that at the beginning, just... let me adjust."

What was torture for her, was also torture for him, but he'd be able to leave if she asked him to, because even though he's now clenching his jaw from the desire to soak himself in her, she needed him to wait, so he'll wait.

Y/N tried to relax around him, the pain and burning slowly starting to be a tiny ache and feeling good, too good. The way he squeezed all her right places and made her feel full.

"You can move if you want, H." She murmured, placing a kiss on his cheek and he met her eyes, moving back to thrust soft and deep inside her.

The two of them made gulping noises that were surely audible, and she felt her eyes roll back inside her head, pressing her legs around him to feel him again. Harry looked down to where their bodies met, biting his lip at the sight of his cock drenched by her.

"Keep going– fuck." She moaned, feeling the full pleasure as he began to find the right pace.

It felt too good, she couldn't believe that something like this could be felt and there was nothing better than sharing it with the love of her life. Because she was sure that after this, she'd never be able to get over Harry, never.

He lowered his body to press against her, kissing her again as he thrust into her and moaned into her mouth, trailing kisses to her neck where he bit and licked like she was his to claim.

The noise of the bodies colliding and their moans flooded the treehouse so meaningful to them, now even more so, and Y/N dug her nails into his shoulders feeling his goosebumps under her fingers.

"Y'feel so good, shit–" He gasped, grabbing her leg to lift it higher and hearing her cry out from under him.

"There, fuck, Harry!" Her back arched, unable to control her movements and squeezing her eyes shut when he accidentally brushed through a spot that she and he'd never reached with fingers.

Her G spot.

He felt that this was his end when he saw her rubbing against the sheets, drunk on him and he made sure to touch that point more times until with a long moan she arched her back and cum.

"Y/N– oh, fuuuuuck."

The words died as he felt her clench exaggeratedly around him in her orgasm, covering him even more and throbbing, leaving him with no choice but to cum inside the condom with a whimper that would make him embarrassed at another time, but this wasn't the case.

He fell against her heaving chest, careful not to crush her, and she caressed his curls with eyes closed recovering from the high.

Slowly, they both move their heads to unite their gazes that still have a trace of the lust they experienced just a few seconds ago.

"That was... wow." stroking her tummy, he says.

"I know, wow." Y/N answers, looking at the wooden ceiling. "If it'll be like this everytime... I don't think I'll survive."

He let out a short laugh then became serious again. "I didn't last, m'sorry."

Frowning, she looked at him as if he had three heads. "Curly, I was literally the one who came first and I didn't care that it lasted ten minutes, I loved every second of it."

"Really?" His pout made her place a kiss on his lips that made him smile. "I love yeh."

"Me too, let's do this again sometime, mhm?" Y/N joked, only to hear him laugh.

He settled onto her chest, holding her close as their legs entwined. "Don't worry, we will."

amo a nerd harry mas d lo normal

OMG PLS make a shot situated after this one, like harry begging the reader to give him attention, cuddles and everything

let's go lesbians 🙏🏻 part one here

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | NERD!HARRY UNIVERSE

"Lovie, please."

Y/N keeps practicing the eyeliner she saw in tiktok, she can also see Harry behind her in the mirror fidgeting nervously looking for a reaction, but she ignores him.

It's been two days and she's still a little angry, but she's starting to feel a little bad about ignoring the perfect boy she has as a boyfriend.

"Baby, I've said I'm sorry a million times. Zayn played the music loud, you know I don't even like that style."

She looks up at him, one eye lined and the other natural. You can tell Harry's desperation to feel her again, and it makes her sigh and turn around in her chair.

"You're right, it wasn't your fault." She finally says, smiling a little as she sees the relief reflected on his face. "I was so angry that I literally took it out on you without deserving it."

"It's okay, just..." He grabs her hands, forcing her to stand up. "Talk to me, yeah? I'm new at this and I dunno what to do in these situations despite having read quite a bit."

Y/N bites her bottom lip and slips her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. "I promise, wonder boy."

The blush on Styles' cheeks becomes prominent at the nickname and he kisses her to draw her attention away from him.

"Missed yeh." He whispers against her lips.

"Me too." She admits, resting her head on his chest and sighing contentedly at the body heat that she'd been craving for days.

They both lie down on the bed and Harry doesn't waste a second in lying against her breasts, smiling with his eyes closed.

"Missed them too."

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gangrry being in a bad mood bc of work and yn cheers him up

okay let's write this cause i missed my gangrry babies 🙏🏻 hope you don't mind that this took an unexpected turn.

! | blowjob, harry's dirty mouth.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE

It's ten at night when Y/N listens from the sofa as Harry throws his keys on the kitchen counter, announcing his arrival.

He sighs and appears in her vision, his suit is crumpled, his hair dishevelled from the number of times he's run his hands through it. The smile she gives him comforts him a little, and he lies down beside her, leaving a kiss on her lips first.

"Bad day?" She asks, pausing the Narcos series so she can give her husband her full attention.

"Don't mention it." Harry replies, closing his eyes when she strokes her nails across his scalp. "Louis forgot to check the perimeter of the drop point and the fucking cops almost found us."

Y/N swallows dryly at the thought that they almost catch the gang. "Well, but it all worked out and now you're home with me, mhm?"

The long-haired opens his eyes to look at her and smiles tiredly, you can see the dark circles under his eyes and the stress on his shoulders. She had to do something, he always comforted her when she came home from the restaurant stressed and it was only fair to give back what she got.

Y/N straddles him, making him smile. "Wha' are you doing, angel?"

"Can't I give love to my husband?" She murmurs, leaving kisses on his jaw and moving down to his neck as she undoes the buttons of the black dress shirt.

"M'love, you can do whatever the fuck y'want w'me."

Harry feels all the anger and stress melt away from his body thanks to the kisses and caresses of his love, he loves her so much. Although he doesn't say it very often, he shows it in everything he does, but sometimes he can't help the three words that escape from his mouth.

"I love you." He whispers and kisses her slowly, savouring the sweet taste of her mouth on his. "Gonna make me feel good?"

Y/N nods quickly, as her hands unbuckle his belt. "Yes, you always make me feel good and it's only fair that I do too."

Harry frowns and puts his hand on her cheek, looking into her eyes. "Hey, I make you feel good because I want to and because I like to. You don't have to if you don't want to, we can keep watching this shit series you're watching."

His tone is serious but sweet, and it makes her heart beat even harder for him. How could someone so ruthless and who had done so many bad things be so sweet and perfect with her?

"Of course I want to, H. I love you." She replies, kissing the cross tattoo on his hand, and he nods, lifting his pelvis to remove his trousers.

"Then I'm all yours."

Harry watches as Y/N slides over him until she's kneeling on the floor in front of his hardening crotch. She rests her cheek on the tiger tattoo, and with her index finger outlines the shape of his member, making him shudder.

She could be the sweetest and most tender person in the world, but when she wanted to, she could make him stutter.

"You got hard so fast... for me?" She asks, the sweet, slightly innocent tone in her voice only turning him on more.

"Of course, baby. Everything I do, everything I am, is for you." He whispers, resting his head on the back of the couch and letting her remove his boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down.

His cock is standing proudly against his belly, and Y/N lifts her head from his thigh so she can pay attention to it. She wraps her hand around him slowly and uses the precum as a lubricant to start moving her hand up and down.

"Shit, just like that." Harry resists the urge to lift his hips and lets her take her time.

She looks up at him from below, and sticks her tongue out from between her lips to lick the head slowly, staining her mouth white and making the gang leader feel like he could cum at any moment even though they just started.

"Mhm, so good." Y/N murmurs, and continues to lick him.

Harry can feel all the pent up stress leave with each lick, and when she takes him completely in her mouth he feels like a goner. He grunts as she moans around him, the vibrations reach everywhere on his body, and he slides a hand down to put it in her hair.

He doesn't speed up his movements, he just puts his hand there in a comforting way. The blowjob is messy, strands of drool escape from Y/N's mouth onto his balls and he loves every moment of it.

"Fucking Christ, keep it that way, angel." He moans, feeling her sucking him. "Such a pretty little mouth, who would've thought someone so sweet could suck a cock so damn well?"

She looks up at him, ignoring how her body demands attention and continues sucking until she pulls him out of her mouth and her hand takes his place.

"You're gonna cum in my mouth, Mr. Styles?"

Fuck.

Harry nods fast, and settles back on the couch for more control. "I will, shit– and then we'll go for a bath where I'll fuck you like you deserve."

Y/N feels herself getting more aroused at his words, and she puts her mouth back on his cock, sucking the head and then brushing her tongue over the vein that ran the length of his cavity.

She was the only one who could see Harry Styles, one of Europe's biggest criminals, moaning desperately for her, with his dress shirt unbuttoned revealing his tattoos glistening in the dim light of the TV.

Suddenly, he becomes more flustered, and clenches his fist in her hair. "I'm gonna cum, angel, fuck– m'gonna cum so fucking hard."

She speeds up her movements and slides one hand down to fondle his balls, which makes him grunt and lunge against her mouth, she holds back gagging and lets him do whatever he wants with her, until he cums. Y/N watches as his eyes close tightly and his mouth opens in an "O" and knows there's no prettier, more lustful sight than this.

"Fucking shit– you are so, so good." He murmurs breathlessly, watching between his half-closed eyelids as she pulls him out of her mouth, swallowing all of his cum and then putting his member back into her underwear.

They both curl up on the couch and Harry leaves kisses all over her face, silently thanking her for the treat. "Shall we go for a bath?"

She nods, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. "I want a tea first."

"Anything for m'wife."