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Secret Love Song

Hello, everyone! I’m writing again for the first time in about a year and I am so excited. I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I finally got the motivation over last few weeks. ( i wonder why ;) ) There’s a bit more to it and I was considering posting a Part Two. So let me know if you want to see that!

“Why can’t I say I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops.”

It was all happening for him. Having a solo career was something Harry had dreamed of since he was a kid – it was what he had showed up for at the X-Factor audition in the first place. He’d been more than happy to have the opportunity to be a part of the band and to experience everything with boys by his side. But now, for the first time in 7 years, his dream had finally become his reality.

The day had come for his debut album to release, one of the most anticipated days in the industry, and you couldn’t find anything suitable to wear to the release party. Some of your dresses were nice enough but nothing screamed important industry party to you.

You throw yourself down on your bed, burying your face deep into your pillow, figuring maybe you wouldn’t go. Between the music executives, press and fans, Harry would be tied up all night anyway. And the fact that the public still didn’t know about the two of you wouldn’t help much. He’d practically begged you to come though but his insistent invitation had a bit of a damper to it when he gently reminded you, you’d be going as his sister’s date. But even so, he swore up and down that he wanted you there, whether you got to be together or not.

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Sleepover

A little less than 1.5k words of pure fluff on a sleepover.

You woke up in front of the TV, yawning as you sat up.

The end credits of some movie were rolling on screen, and Harry was behind you, fast asleep. Untangling yourself from him as gently as you could, you started cleaning up, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl from the coffee table and walking into the kitchen to slide it onto the counter. When you walked back in, remote in hand to shut off the TV, Harry was awake and yawning.

“Exciting film, hm?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Absolutely riveting,” you agreed, sitting down next to him. You stretched your hands towards the ceiling, leaning back against the arm of the couch as you bit your lip and looked around the room.

“I’m worried,” Harry murmured with a smile. “You have your thinking face on.”

“You should be,” you replied. “It’s quite painful.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

A moment of silence, and then, “What do you say to a sleepover?” you asked.

Harry raised a brow. “As opposed to sleeping in my own home in Holmes Chapel?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No, no, I mean… I mean, like, a makeover night.”

“Should I be insulted?”

You groaned, gently kicking at his foot. “You’re being difficult, Styles.”

“It’s a talent of mine,” Harry said, but he shrugged, placing the bottle on the coffee table and stretching his arms to the ceiling. “I guess. As long as you don’t do the cucumbers. I don’t have the self control for that, and I hardly think you’d fancy seeing my gecko impression.”

“Well, now I have to see what that’s about,” you laughed.

Harry grinned and stood up. “Right, then, shall we? What’re you thinking? Nail varnish? Face masks? The works?” You nodded, pointing in the general direction of where you thought the supplies would be. “Yeah, you check in there for that stuff, and I’ll see if we have any cucumbers… Think your gecko impression would be the same with pickles?”

“I doubt it,” Harry replied with a grimace. “Maybe a puking gecko, but I’m not sure…”

You giggled, heading for the kitchen. “Cucumbers it is!”

Thankfully, you found them, and once you’d chopped some up and put them in a bowl, you walked back into the living room. There, Harry had set up a wonderful display of the various face masks and nail polishes he’d found throughout the apartment.

“Wow,” you said as you sat down next to him on the floor. “I’m impressed.”

“Just wait ‘till you see my manicure skills,” Harry replied with a grin.

“Ooh, big talk.”

“Doubt me, do you?” Harry asked, feigning hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “Come on, then, I’ll show you…” He uncapped a bottle of nail polish and took your hand, setting the bottle on the floor.

He started painting your nail, and you couldn’t help but smile at his focus. His lip was between his teeth, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched as he concentrated on your fingers. A curl had slipped over his forehead, and you gently tucked it back into place.

He looked up, then, and noticed your fond smile. “What?” he asked, a self conscious smile taking over his own face. “You’re looking at me funny.” You shook your head, embarrassed despite yourself, and said, “Nothing. Just, uh - you forgot the face masks, mister professional.”

“Christ, it’s not my fault!” Harry scoffed, grinning at you. “It’s a challenge, love - earn double points if you can do it one handed.” You raised a brow, grabbing for the package. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you asked, lifting the hand he was holding.

“There you have it, then,” Harry said with a smile. “Good luck!”

“Gee, thanks, Styles,” you laughed, using our teeth to rip open the seal. It was some sort of paper one, and it smelled like strawberries. It stuck to itself as you flapped it to open it up, and you frowned, glancing at Harry.

He wasn’t paying attention, still hard at work.

Softly, you laughed again, and tried to maneuver it onto your face.

Once he’d finished your one hand - that’s what you’d guessed, at least, you were keeping your face towards the ceiling so the mask wouldn’t fall off as you tried to get it to stick - he looked up, and then he laughed at you.

“You look bloody ridiculous!” he cackled, and you scoffed, looking down at him, and it fell off. “It’s not my fault,” you whined, “you’re not helping me!” Harry sighed, smiling as he shook his head, and set down the nail polish brush to help you.

He’d gotten some color on his fingers, though, and when he got it on and you looked at your reflection in the dark TV, there was green color all over the white paper mask. “You look like you’ve got the chickenpox or summat,” Harry snickered, and you giggled, shaking your head. “Chickenpox is red, idiot.”

“So you’re special,” Harry amended, leaning in to kiss you. Then he spluttered, tasting the mask, and shook his head. “This is why I didn’t want the mask on,” he told you, and you grinned, nudging his knee with your own. “Chickenpox is contagious, anyway.”

“Not if I’ve already had it!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well, green chickenpox is different.”

“Glad to know my girlfriend’s a green chickenpox expert,” Harry said. “Now let me see your other hand… what are we thinking… purple, maybe?” You raised a brow. “Purple and green? What are you going for? Barney?”

Harry laughed, his face lighting up. “I was going for eggplant! But Barney’s much better.”

“Oh, wonderful,” you replied, inspecting your left hand as he started on your right. “Not too bad, actually,” you murmured, and Harry looked up for a moment. “What did I say? I missed my calling, love, swear it.”

“There’s no doubt about it,” you laughed.

He finished your hand and sat back, admiring his work. “You know, I’m thinking maybe we’re made a mistake,” he said after a second, and you frowned. “What?” you asked. He looked up, and said, “I’m not sure how my nails are going to look if you’re painting them with wet nails yourself…”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Can’t believe you’d doubt me. Your nails will look just fine, H, don’t you worry,” you assured him. “But put on your facial mask first! And cucumbers! Lemme see this gecko impression of yours.”

“Oh, Christ, I forget about that,” Harry said as you handed him the bowl. “C’mon, Styles, can’t disappoint now!” you replied excitedly, and Harry smiled, putting on the mask expertly and then placing two cucumbers on his eyes.

You were already giggling, and he was too, and the cucumbers kept slipping because of how widely he was smiling. “Shush!” he laughed, glaring at you mockingly. “I can’t concentrate!” You held back your laughter, putting a hand over your mouth.

Finally, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing, he got the cucumbers in place. Then, as he moved his face, the cucumber slowly made its way to his cheek, and he grabbed it with his tongue. Crunching on it victoriously as you cracked up in laughter, he looked back at you, catching the other cucumber as it fell.

“Impressive, huh?” he asked, and you fell back against the couch as you laughed. “You really did look like a gecko!” you exclaimed, and Harry leaned into you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Wanna see what else this tongue can do?”

You only laughed harder, close to tears, and Harry scoffed, sitting back. “What, do my charms not work any more?” he asked, and you shook your head, still laughing “I can’t take you seriously in that mask!” you gasped. “You look like a ghost!”

Harry pouted, sitting back. “A cute ghost?” he asked, and your laughter faded to a smile as you gently tapped his cheek. “A very cute ghost,” you said with a nod. Harry grinned. “Right, well, you look like Scrooge.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… Maybe Casper,” he said.

“Yeah, well, these nails look like a two year old did them,” you said back, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry pouted again, crossing his arms across his chest. “Yeah, well, you look like a two year old!”

“Yeah, ‘cause of these nails!”

Harry laughed, shaking his head, and pulled you close. “You wanna know how much I love you?” he asked softly. “Hm?” you said. “I love you so much,” he whispered, “I’m gonna kiss you with these masks on.”

“Wow, that’s a lot,” you giggled.

Harry smiled, and kissed you. “Sure is.”

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here is the yachtrry w33d piece i promised for boyfriendathon!! sorry she’s quite late but you know how it is!! 

**smut warninggg

Within seconds, the red-hot ember is burning into your skin. You yelped, yanking his wrist up as you took a sharp inhale through your teeth. Sure enough, there was an angry little mark that was already swelling. 

“Oh, fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry. Fuck, are you okay?” He was instantly reaching for the icey glass of water in front of you.

“It’s not that bad,” you concluded with a sign in relief as he pressed the cold condensation to your skin. 

“Here, that’ll help with the pain.” Harry snorted, handing the joint back over so he could switch which hand held the glass. You smiled in approval and took an extra-long inhale just because you deserved it. 

The boat was barrelling toward Greece and the deckhands had informed you that if you positioned yourself downwind, there would be no issue with you smoking on board. You’d carefully selected your spot, falling onto the same deck chair with Harry as he sparked it. It was a rare moment for just the two of you on your trip. Of course, you were thrilled to be joined by so many of your friends but it left you and Harry with far less one on one time than you both desired. 

There was barely anything left when you flicked a large collection of ash into the tray a stewardess had brought. You passed the joint back to him with a guilty look as it looked even smaller in his hand. He raised a singular eyebrow in question before took a decent sized hit from what was left. His fingers were careful to avoid the small welt as his large, callused hands, shockingly absent of any jewelry, caressed over your buttery skin. He kept his hand on you as he leaned to stamp out the joint onto the tray.

He motioned you over to him as soon as his back was against the chair again and you gladly crawled into his lap, his arms crossing over your chest to hold you close to him. 

“Pretty fucking fond of you,” he hummed into your ear, his lips sponging a kiss to it as soon as he finished. You wiggled against him in satisfaction, nuzzling into him deeper. “Can’t wait to show you Greece.” His fingers began to trace the strap of your bikini top, his fingers teasing under the material to brush against your skin.

“Hey, H.” Jeff’s voice cut through, making Harry groan at the interruption. “Captain said another boat just reported some paparazzi ahead at that ridge, might be best to head in.” Harry went limp so his head came smacking against your shoulder, annoyance etched into his features with a scowl. Jeff threw him an apologetic shrug before turning back to the small group gathered at the hot tub at the front of the boat.

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged, standing and wrapping the plush towel around your body. “Let’s go inside for a bit.” You reached out your hand for him, his body still splayed out like a rag doll. The trip had already experienced a few interruptions and it was really starting to wear him down. It was the first vacation the two of you hadn’t taken covert measures to meet up in private. You went to the airport together and the internet subsequently exploded with pictures. This created this sort of new fixation on the two of you. It was the most intense thing had been since in the two years you were dating and that was certainly saying something

Harry was having a hard time adapting. The last leg of his tour had been his most difficult yet. One of his crew members had fallen while working and gotten serious injured, which deeply troubled Harry. He’d wanted to cancel the show, make sure everything was safe and secure but with so much money and so little time to reorganize, the show still went on. However professional he might have been on stage, he was wracked with guilt and anxiety for the rest of the tour. Combined with the most extreme case of homesickness you’d even seen him encounter, he was more than ready for a little rest and relaxation. Which made these eagerness for photos of the two of you all that more annoying and intrusive. 

So, you figured you should bribe him. It was a small way you could reclaim your trip and Harry’s mood. Nothing better than sneaking off for a good bit of fondling so you two could enjoy your high tucked away. You shuffled back into the windows of  the yacht, your back pressed against the glass so you were completely blocked by the shape of the boat. Already so far out at sea, there weren’t any boats passing on the side of the balcony where he was still sitting. Though, someone passing through inside could easily catch an eyeful but it was a risk you were willing to take. 

You reached for the straps of your bikini, pulling it down your shoulders so the lycra yanked free from the curve of your breast. You puffed your chest out ever so slightly, as if in offering. As you exposed yourself to him, Harry froze in shock. His face was a a cocktail of intoxication, surprises, and sheer delight. 

“Take me inside, H.” 

He sprung up then and tossed his own towel onto the chair, immediately forgotten. You scooped yourself back into your top as Harry eagerly approached you. He waited just enough for you to situate yourself before firmly grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the interior doors. 

“See yas!” Harry called to your group of friends. “We’ll be inside for a bit.” He giggled as he pulled you past them, moving so fast that you barely had time to flash them an unassuming smile over your shoulder. 

As soon as your cabin door was shut, he was on you. His mouth was hungry as sucked deep, hot kisses against your lips. His hands started at your face, cradling your jaw so his mouth pressed tender and firm to yours. Then he slid them over your shoulder, down your arms, to your hips. He dragged you into him by your lower half so your hips knocked together. He wanted you so desperately, you could just feel it radiating off him. From how he held you to how he kissed you to the low whine that he emitted when you broke apart. You were swimming in him and your high. He panted heavily against your neck as you tried to get your bearings. He spongued his mouth down the column of your throat until he reached your collarbone. 

His hands smoothed up from your waist, caressing the supple skin as he kept them on a path upwards. He met the tie on the back of your bikini the same instant he started to move you two toward the bed. You blindly followed his lead, taking little backward steps as he steered you until the your legs met the comforter.

He pulled one of the loose ends to untangle the bow of your top, pecking randomly across your chest. He glanced up at you, mouth still poised on your body, as he slowly peeled the top off you. Your skin is still cold from your ocean swim a few hours ago and goosebumps scattered over your naked breasts as his warm breath fanned across you. Your nipples instantly pebbled, your sensitivity rising as his mouth inched closer and closer. 

His kisses were still fiery, building tension in the pit of your belly and eagerness in your center. No matter how many times he had touched you, he always felt exciting. You had fleeting worries that one day he might wake up and never crave you like always had. That the ravenous feeling would die out and he would either resent you or grow bored of what you had to offer. But those feelings felt a billion miles away when he was moving against you like that. Moaning weakly against your skin at just the sight of you. 

Carefully, he pushed you down onto the bed. He grinned in anticipation as your body bounced gently against the mattress and your legs instantly spread for him. You stretched out your hands to him, inviting him to hover over you. He shook his head with his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to head the devilish smirk as his hands reached for your ankles. 

He dragged you down the bed. Stopping when your ass reached the edge of the mattress and plummeting to his knees in front of you. He grabbed ahold of your leg, reangling it to hang off his shoulders so you were open to him. 

His hands made quick work of rolling your swimsuit bottoms off, the sound of your heaving breaths swirling around you. You felt light, like you were and Harry were just floating together, everything else unimportant. Just the two of you, weightless and wrapped in each other. He was all you cared about, clearly marked by how loud your moans were growing as he kissed a zig zagged path up between both your thighs, laying on kiss to your right thigh before turning, inching up high and pressing another to your left. 

You shifted impatiently, sinking down the bed so your core was closer to him. He laughed quietly, a sound you can feel vibration through him with your leg slung over his chest. But his mouth keeps the same tempered speed as he inches up, pecking gently where each of your legs connect. His mouth circled your pussy, his mouth ghosting around the sensitive skin before his tongue slid over your folds. He sighed contently when he’s met with your slickness, his tongue licking over you in bold, flat strokes. He warmed you up like that, his tongue keeping an even rhythm as your cunt grows slicker under his mouth. 

Your fingers met the fringe of his hair, momentarily scrambling to pinch the clip out of his hair to be blindly tossed across the room. You tugged against the strands, his lips now working to suction over you, his tongue sinking euphoric circles around your clit. 

“Harry,” you gasped, your voice caught in your throat as you fought to speak over the moans slipping from your mouth. “More, please. Baby, give me more.” 

He dove into you further, his face buried against your pussy as his mouth worked over you furiously. You were almost positive any passerby could hear the obscene noises coming from between your bodies but you couldn’t care, just egged him on louder. 

“Yes, fuck, Harry. Yes!”

He devoured you, his saliva mixed with your wetness and dripped down his chin. His mouth was focused and knowing, his hands gripping under your ass so he could hold you against his mouth. As your belly twisted with your orgasm, your heel dug into his back and he held his mouth over you, keeping even pressure with his tongue on your clit as you came. You weren’t even aware of what sounds you were making, just the shuddering over your body and the throb in your center. 

He laid a delicate kiss to the top of your mound before he pulled away, the bottom half of his face glimmering in what little sunlight seeped through the blinds. His eyes were droopy but his grin was proud as he stood and he didn’t bother wiping his mouth before he dropped himself next to you on the bed. 

Harry rolled over lazily so your mouths could meet, the traces of alcohol and weed masked behind the taste of sex. He sighed, quite chuffed with himself as you parted, still holding you close. 

“Quick nap before we go again, yeah?”

could u guys write something where H loves y/n big boobs... im kinda feeling insecure rn :(

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Harry loved boobs.

All boobs. All sizes. But he especially loved Y/N’s.

They were big, full, and he couldn’t fucking get enough. Every day he had to try and restrain himself, especially at the beginning of their relationship. All he wanted to do was bury his face in them. Hold them. Grasp, play, suck, knead, anything he could do to them, he wanted to.

Y/N hadn’t met a man who was as obsessed with her tits as Harry was and that said a lot. Men loved breasts- but Harry was other level. He couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off of it. He was always seemingly in awe of her chest and honestly? As much as it could be perceived as Pervy, it was flattering.

He paid so much attention to her in general, she couldn’t help but let him indulge in his wants with her chest. Sitting with him on the couch, she would grab his hands when she sat between his legs and lead them under her shirt. Let his hands simply cup the lace clad breasts while they watched TV.

There wasn’t enough praise he could give them. In her ear, whispering his thanks and how much he loved them. How he dreamed about them and wouldn’t ever get enough of her and her body.

“Fuckin’ perfect, Y’know that baby?” He murmured, thumb brushing over her nipple under the delicate lace of her bralette. “Need to go out n’buy my pretty baby some more of these things. S’so nice.” He got her a few in pastels and now was wondering if he could have them replace some of her other lingerie. “So much easier to touch. No padding…” he kissed under her ear gently.

God, he was fucked.

“Mhm, we know. Down boy.” She giggled, turning and stealing a peck on his jaw before settling back down. “You just like that you can suck on them through the lace. Admit it.” Her teasing made him chuckle, shaking his head into her neck.

“Alright. Y’caught me, sweetheart.” His fingers gently tugged into the lace and pulled it down, getting his hands inside of it. The hot skin burned his so deliciously, moaning in satisfaction as he carefully kneaded the flesh in his palms. It was relaxing and arousing for him. She could feel the throbbing of his cock against the small of her back, but he made no move to do anything about it. “But can you blame me? I’ve got the most gorgeous breasts, all to myself. You’re so lovely n’generous to me. Let me play with them whenever I ask…” he sighed, pulling each breast out of the lace with his hands so they could be free.

“So big and pretty. Plenty to play with… to kiss, to love on. Makes me so happy.” He added. Harry truly couldn’t stop himself, pulling her shirt up quickly and revealing her chest to him. His groan was right in her ear, making her shiver. So raspy and full, she loved that she was able to get him like this.

“Look at them, darling.” He gently moved his hands, watching them bounce. His large hands held them well, but he was in love with how they looked in them. “And you wonder why I love having you on top. Get them in my face. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pressed a wet kiss to her neck, inhaling her scent while he took both of his thumbs and ran them over her nipples. That got a reaction out of her, her breathing catching as her head lulled back on her his shoulders.

“Swear, I’d let you kill me with them. Suffocate me. I love them. Love you even more, but I can’t get enough.” He gently pinched each nipple in between his fingers and shook his hands, cock pulsing harder at the rippling skin. “Prettiest nipples. Love to suck on ‘em. Love seeing them bounce and move… love seeing how sexy they make you feel too.”

“No, M’not gonna kill you, silly boy.” She laughed breathily. His hands were warm and his rings cool on the skin, the contrasting sensations making her want to arch her chest into his hands. Harry didn’t even truly know how much it affected her when he went on to worship her body like this. How good it felt to know he truly loved her and every inch of her body. “Then you’d never be able to touch them again. I don’t want anyone else to, and you know they like attention.” Her giggled continued when he playfully bit down on her ear, though it did shoot a bit of arousal into her stomach.

“No fuckin’ way. No one else is touching these.” He grumbled, pouting to himself. “Theyre mine. I’m the only one who gets to play with them. I know people look… s’rude but, no one else gets to touch.”

Later… with Jools Holland 

Saturday Night Live

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I've read that harry likes it rough and that he and zayn had the most hookups w fans and they knew what they wanted

Of course 🏃🏽‍♀️ freaks and players

Harrys favourite sex positions.

request hc of harry’s favorite sex positions 🤲🏽

smut!! fluff!!! fuck, i love this request because i can experiment with so much stuff!!! anyways, i hope you enjoy. feedback is welcome as always <33

Missionary

This position is something harry is fond and familiar with. Missionary involves intimacy, and boy does harry styles love intimacy. He loves seeing your face as you cum, the way your eyebrows raise, your eyes squeeze shut and bite your lip. It’s a sight that could make him cum without any sex at all, it’s just a plus side.

He loves communicating with you during sex too. When he’s face to face with you, he can see all your body movements etc. Harry also loves eye contact, it’s a big thing for him with sex. It turns him on way more than it should.

“You gonna take all of me?” Harry asked as he thrusted into you, hands on either side of your head. You nodded closing your eyes. Harry brought one of his hands to your cheeks tapping it softly.

“Look at me when i’m talking to you” Harry said sternly, you opened your eyes as harry thrusted again. “Fuck” You moaned grabbing onto his hair.

Another reason why he likes missionary so much is you pulling at his hair, or caressing his cheeks. He just loves touching you and you touching him. Harry craves that sort of intimacy, it’s the main part of your relationship. Intimacy is so fucking important to harry. Whether it be sexual or just hugs. He needs it.

Harry's tip is teasing your bundle of nerves, you don’t understand why he always pulls out and puts you both through the torture of teasing. You think he finds some sort of pleasure in it - you do not. He likes to see your face, the way it contorts as he teases you, more like punishing to you though.

“Want to see your face again when I thrust into you” He said and you whimpered, Harry smirked at the sound. “You always sound and look so hot when i first slip in. So beautiful” he said teasing, your slit again. You can see how red and full of pre-cum his cock is. You just want him to pound into you, is that too much to ask for?

“I’ll give you what you want” Harry smirked, pounding into you with no mercy. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a moan that he’s never heard from you.

That has him nearly cumming.

Doggy style

Doggy style is another one of harrys favourites for sure.

Although harry loves seeing your face, he also loves pulling at your hair and holding on to your hips. He loves to just pound into you relentlessly. Usually you guys do this after a dinner date or when you’ve been teasing eachother all night. As i said, harry loves and craves intimacy. But the minute you start teasing him, he’s got you turned around and your cheeks red from spanks.

Harry grabbed your neck, pushing your neck down so your head was against the pillow. your hair was in a ponytail so he had easy access to it all. He liked pulling at your hair, it also gave you a lot of pleasure. His hands slid their way down the front of your stomach and your back. You shivered at his touch.

Harrys hands grabbed onto your hips harshly, making you moan. You loved how rough he got. His nails dug into your skin, fuck that’s going to leave a mark but right now you really couldn’t care.

He then pulled your hips up his core so that you were in doggy style.

Harry was teasing you, like you were doing just hours ago. His cock was making its way up and down your slit, you just wanted him to thrust into you with no mercy at all. But you know Harry loves to play dirty.

After what seems like hours of harry teasing you and your soaking wet pussy, you felt his thick cock slide roughly into you. You screamed with pleasure, and Harry groaned, wrapping his hand around your ponytail.

“You feel so fucking good” Harry moaned, as began slipping deeper with every thrust.

“Fucking love you so much”

Cowboy

Harry loves this position, because you get the best from it. You cum so fucking hard each and everytime you ride him. And harry loves it too of course, seeing your face as you cum, your tits bouncing and the whole bed shaking.

You really go all out.

The way it stimulates you, in every single fucking place makes it yours and his favourite. So you try not to do it a lot, because you want to keep that pleasure. But you are sure as hell going to ride your boyfriend like no tomorrow on his birthday. This position gives you the control and him something nice to look at. Harry is let’s just say, obsessed with your tits. Even in a non sexual way he always has something nice to say about them. You’re in the shower, “Fuck, my girls look amazing with water on them”. You’re out on a trampoline, you can just feel his stare on your chest.

If either of you have been gone a little longer than usual he’ll come to bed and snuggle.... you and the girls. “Missed you” he’d mumble, and then a little quieter “and them”.

“Lay down, honey” You instructed, Harry smirked and happily complied with your instructions. He knew he was getting birthday treatment. He fucking loves birthday sex with you. You give it a whole new meaning, you go all out. You treat him with presents and stuff all day and then ride him like there’s no tomorrow? He's one lucky guy.

You take off your shirt, you’re not wearing a bra. But that much was obvious. Harry was drooling over your hard nipples during the drive home from his parents house. You know how to tease a man, he’ll give you that.

“Love my girls” Harry said as you sat on his lap, he’s fully naked mind you. You can feel his cock twitch as you sit on it, your panties the only thing in the way. Harry moans and takes one breast in his mouth, your head goes back in pleasure. Again, he’s obsessed with your tits. He gives the love they deserve.

After getting yourself comfortable, you move your panties over to the side and grab Harry's cock without any warning. You slammed yourself down on it, taking the entirety of his length all at once. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no words came out. You’re a fucking goddess, he decided as you bounced up and down on his hard, cock.

“Holy shit” He moaned, his hands holding your hips and guiding you up and down. You bit to your lip, moving faster. Your breasts were moving up and down so quickly, and your hair was all over your face.

Harry moved your hair to the side and grabbed your face as you began to slow down your pace, that only made him want to cum even more. You were slow with your pace, Harry moving his hands from your face down to your ass grabbing them to push you down harder.

“Fucking love when you ride me” Harry whimpered and you nodded, moving faster because harry was guiding you to do so. “Love it so much. i feel so good, right?” you asked and Harry nodded, pecking your lips.

“So, so good”

Harry fucking loves all of those positions. But he loves them because it’s with you. He loves the cowboy, because it’s you riding him. He loves missionary because it’s you he gets to watch cum and scream. He loves doggy style because it’s you he gets to hold onto.

It’s always you.