Ok Now You Need To Write Something About Anal Cockwarming. You Brought This Upon Yourself

Harry suddenly pulls out and wipe y/n's pussy when he was fucking her then he plungs a finger or two to make sure its nice and dry for him before going back in dry. Im dead.

FJUCK

He’d be so huffy and concentrated because he keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are, letting out a small growl every time it’d happen going,

“Yeh too wet f’daddy, angel. Gotta start all ova’”

And he’d use the edge of the towel you’d brought out to the bed when he had given you the bedroom eyes earlier, this situation not being the first time it’s happened. Quickly swiping over your sensitive heat, he’d ease in his fingers to check if he got most of your slick out of the way.

Once he’s satisfied, he’d ease his way back in with a hiss of pleasure, nose scrunching up a bit at the warm and tight heat. The drag of him thrusting in you would be more noticeable, his relentless rhythm sending a current of electricity down your spine.

But as soon as you’d begin your spiral into your climax, Harry’d slip out again, rutting against your clit desperately.

“For fucks’ sake!”

Do you know who you are?

I’m never coming back down

Hell of a Morning

A/N: here’s that demon!harry thing i’d been working on for a while and finally finished!! :D 

word count: 8.5k

content/warnings: smut bruh heheh

Y/N gasps lightly when she feels Harry’s hips shift against her behind, the cold air rushing into her lungs causing her breathing to stutter. One of Harry’s thighs has somehow moved to be pressed right up against the center of her bum, resulting in her spine shuttering.

She swallows thickly, her eyes glazing over as she continues to stare at the simmering concoction she has in the pot below her, but she can feel Harry’s evilly delighted gaze burning into her temple. She clears her throat quietly before speaking, just to make sure her voice doesn’t come out as an embarrassing croak. “Your thigh’s kinda…uhm…poking me?”

Y/N closes her eyes in mortification as she hears him snort a laugh at her expense, his head shaking in mild condescending glee at how uncomfortable she’s acting because he knows how much she actually loves his teasing. She momentarily weighs drowning herself with the liquid in the pot because thighs don’t poke. That’s common sense.

It couldn’t possibly get worse, she would assume. But of course she’s mistaken.

Harry leans his head forward a bit to the point where his hot mouth is brushing across the shell of her cold ear, the ridges of the rosy skin causing her shoulders to jitter at the feathery sensation. When he speaks, the breath of his whisper washes warm and sticky across the side of her neck and across the curve of her jaw, his tone suggestive and heavily amused.

“That’s not my thigh, darling.”

or smug demon!harry, Apple Jacks, 14th century oatmeal, “Oh my Dad,” and “dehydrated intercourse, young virgin maiden?”

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💛🌟🌻Masterlist 🌻🌟💛

{Requests Closed}

‘A Series Of Firsts’

A mini series about the first times between Harry and Y/n

Take It Slow (Smut)

The one where Harry and Y/n Try to Make it Fit (Smut)

That Time (Smut)

Crossing The Finish Line (Smut)

Hair (Smut/Fluff)

Ready? (Smut)

The Stages of Corruption (Smut)

Shy (Smut)

The Best Christmas (Fluff/Smut)

Resolutions (Smut)

A Special Valentine (Fluff/Smut)

‘Sneaking Around’

A mini series about Y/n and her best friends dad, Harry.

Such A Tease (Smut)

The one where Harry and Y/n Visit a Sex Shop (Smut)

Stress Relief (Smut)

Bored (Smut)

A Beautiful Day (Smut)

Keep Up (Smut)

Sunday Smut Concepts

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3 am (Fluff)

10 minuets is all I need (Smut)

A Celebration (Fluff/Smut)

A Challenge (Smut)

A Cute Tummy (Fluff)

A Little Place Called Japan (Fluff)

A Mess (Smut)

A Not So Lonely Christmas (Fluff/Smut)

A Show (Smut)

All The Way (Smut)

Baby Buying (Fluff)

Be Good (Smut)

Be Honest (Smut)

Be Right Back (Fluff/Smut)

Beautiful (Fluff/Smut)

Behind the Cover (Fluff)

Before You Go (Smut)

Being of the Jealous Kind (Smut)

Branding (Smut)

Break Up’s and Make Up’s (Fluff)

Calm (Smut)

Cautious (Fluff/Smut)

Changes (Fluff)

CockWarming (Smut)

Control (Smut)

Cum In Me Instead (Smut)

Dad (Angst)

Dangerous Woman (Smut)

Decisions (Smut/ Fluff) 

Dibs (Smut/Fluff)

Distance Does Make The Heart Grow Fonder (Fluff)

Dreams (Smut)

Dress Up (Smut)

Eating Out (Smut)

Feeling Small (Smut/Fluff)

Feel It (Smut)

Feelings (Fluff/Angst)

Finally (Fluff)

Fucking Try Me (Smut)

Full (Smut)

Getting It In (Fluff/Smut)

Going Virtual (Fluff/Smut)

Good Morning (Smut)

Goodnight (Smut)

Growing Up (Fluff)

HarryWeen: Home Edition (Smut)

Hickeys (Smut)

His Clothes (Smut)

His Little Bunny (Smut)

Home Movies (Smut)

I Love You (Fluff)

I Miss You (Fluff)

I Need You (Smut)

Insecure(Smut/Fluff)

Is Mommy Okay? (Fluff)

Just a Cup of Tea (Fluff)

Just The Way You Are (Angst?/Fluff/Smut)

Kisses In The Rain (Smut)

Marry Me…Please? (Fluff)

Mixing Business with Pleasure (Smut)

Mornings With The Styles Family (Fluff)

Mr. Photographer (Smut)

Nice and Warm (Smut/Fluff)

Nights with Harry and Y/N (Smut)

Needy (Smut)

Not so Innocent (Smut)

Part Of The Family (Fluff)

Perfect Timing (Fluff)

Pet Names (Smut)

Puffy Little Peach (Smut)

Pushing Buttons (Smut)

Put a Baby in Me (Fluff)

Random Concept (Smut)

Reacquainted (Smut)

Relax (Fluff)

Scratches (Smut/Fluff)

Self Control (Smut)

Sex (Smut)

She (Smut)

Sixty-Nine (Smut)

So Good (Smut)

Soft (Smut)

Sold (Fluff)

Sore (Smut/Fluff)

Souvenirs (Smut)

Space (Angst??)

Stay (Smut)

Sub!Y/n Concept (Smut)

Super Dad (Fluff)

Surprises (Fluff)

Sweet Creature (Fluff)

Taste (Smut)

Teach Me (Smut)

That Guy (Fluff)

The After Party (Smut)

The one about Harry and his Breeding Kink (Smut)

The one about Harry’s leather suit (Smut)

The one about Y/n and her Stuffie (Smut)

The One Where Harry and Y/n Ring In The New Year (Smut)

The one where Harry makes you cum so hard…enjoy!! (Smut)

The one where Harry’s being a mad and horny devil and younger!y/n is being a tease (Smut)

The one about Harry’s Moans (Fluff/Smut)

The one where Harry doesn’t want to wreck you (Smut)

The one where Harry makes Y/n feel good (Smut)

The one where Harry plays with Y/n (Smut)

The one where Harry takes care of Y/n (Smut)

The one where Y/n can’t choose (Smut)

The one where Y/n is very different from Harry’s exes (Smut)

The one with some VERY HOT morning sex (Smut)

The Purse (Smut)

Too Hot (Fluff)

Touching (Smut/Fluff)

Wanna Make A Baby? (Smut)

Want Some Help? (Smut)

Warming (Smut)

Watermelon Sugar (Smut)

We’ll Be Alright (Angst if you want to call it that)

Welcome Home (Smut)

When the Kids are grossed out by their parents (Fluff)

Requests List

All requested writing (mostly blurb length) listed here! Also found under the “request: filled” tag. * demarcates smut.

001. Camping

002. Listen to Me

005. Love Him More

007. Promise Forever

009. Camping in the Rain*

010. Not Today

011. Too Much*

012. Silence*

013. Missing Kisses

015. Hot and Cold*

016. KISS for Styles*

017. The Last One

018. Reward

019. Not Fake*

020. You Wanker

022. Public (and Private) Displays of Affection

023. Time and Pride

024.Do You One Better

025. The Interview

026. Bottled Dressing

027. Call or….

028. Work Life and Home Life

029. Protect

030. Worth It

031. Kicks

032. Fight Me*

033. Under Their Noses

034. Mumma

035. Camping Indoors*

036. Hair or No Hair

037. Help*

038. Mother’s Day

039. Mrs. Styles*

040. A Harry Girl

041. Man in Uniform*

042. You’re Pregnant, Love*

043. He’s a Dead Man*

044. Tell Me, Darling*

045. Make You Feel Better*

046. Important or Summat*

047. A Few Extras

049. Morning Sickness

050. My Girl, My Boy 

051. Safety in His Embrace

052.Soft Kisses

053. Know You*

054. Or Summat*

056. Primal*

057. Safe Word

058. Proud or Summat*

059. Middle of the Night

060. Lions and Vikings and Bears – Oh My!

063. Please Don’t Cry

064. Jet Plane*

065. The Only One

066. Be Right Here

It’s About Balance Sequence Requests

003. More About Jealousy*

004. More About Waiting*

006. More About Trouble

008. More About Mouths*

014. More About Timing*

021. More About Saying Hello*

More About Anniversaries - It’s About Balance One Shot*

061. More About Balance*

062. More About Boyfriends

Requests that spun into a lot more…. Oops.

Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd*

Three Days and a Lemon Curd* - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 002

Lemon Curds Anytime - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 003*

048. Just Between Us

055. Leather and Cars*

Half request, half me being a weak ass

Still Not Fake*

Harry delivers a pizza to Y/N’s house.

Harry hates his job.

It was only part-time but every shift he feels like he’s worked twelve hours. He’s worked at this pizzeria for the better part of three months and already wants to quit but knows he can’t because he needs the extra spending money. Somebody should’ve told him senior year of high school wasn’t cheap.

So, here he is, clocking in at the God forsaken pizzeria, as his coworker Joanie hands him four pizzas. “Thank God you’re here. It’s been so busy tonight, and Steve is a shit deliverer. We sent him out with one pizza 30 minutes ago, and he’s still not back. You’re fast so can you take these four to 043 Oaklan Court? Just 10 minutes away. You’ll probably be back before Steve, that rat. I don’t know what’s taking him so long. Probably dicking around with some girl that ordered the pizza.” Harry chuckles. “Right, be on your way. And try to be back quick because our phones keep ringing and ringing. Think we’ll be making deliveries until 2am.” Great, Harry thinks. It’s only 9pm now, and he was working a five hour shift, hoping they’d let him go home early. Not anymore. Friday nights are always hectic.

Harry gets in his silver four-door, cranks up the A/C because it was extremely hot this spring night, and drives to the address he was told. The house was nice. A red brick two-story, with French doors as their front door. Someone’s rich.

The door swings open almost immediately after Harry rings the doorbell, and he almost falls the fuck over. The girl standing in the doorway was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, he thinks. No, he knows. He couldn’t stop staring; noting how soft her hair looked, how pretty her face was, and how perfect he found her body. She was only wearing green cotton shorts and a white tank top (with no bra) so Harry could see the faint peak of her nipples slightly hardened by the air hitting them as she answered the door. Harry knew he must be drooling. How could he not? Just as he makes his line of sight even with hers, she clears her throat.

“Oh! Uh… your-your total is $44.17”, his head lowered slightly, cheeks a light pink.

She gives a small smile, handing him a 50 dollar bill. “Keep the change, cutie.” Harry snaps his head up at the pet name, taking the money as well, murmuring a soft “thanks”, before handing her the pizzas. She takes them and smiles at him once again before closing the door. Harry lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Fuck me.

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The rest of his shift, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. Even after, when he was home and in his bed, he thought of her (mostly her nipples peaking through her shirt, and the way her thighs filled out her shorts) again and again and again as his fist worked over himself. He felt a little bad because his interaction with her was so miniscule, but he was a horny teenager afterall.

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The following week, this time on a Saturday night, Harry was sent to deliver pizzas again to 043 Oaklan Court, and he felt giddy. Proper excited to hopefully see this girl again. A tiny piece inside of him hopes she ordered pizza from the same place as last time so she could see Harry again, but he knows it’s probably because the pizza is good. (Harry hates working there, but he loves the pizza. Sometimes, he thinks the melt-y cheese and stuffed crust makes up for the tedious deliveries and angry customers). Excitedly, Harry picks up the pizzas from the counter, gets in his car, and drives to the girl’s house. I wonder what her name is? Harry thinks. Julia? No. Alexis? No. Maybe Karla? Not really. An Evelyn perhaps? Probably not. All these names were nice, but didn’t fit the appearance of his girl. He decided he was going to ask her, her name after he rang the doorbell.

Once again, Harry is about to fall on his ass as the girl opens the door. This time, she’s only wearing a long t-shirt (with no bra, yet again, and her nipples are especially hard. It must be cold in her house) that covers the top of her thick, smooth thighs. Harry thinks she must be wearing a tiny pair of shorts, at least, underneath the shirt, but he’s proven wrong as she reaches up to put her long hair into a bun, and Harry’s flashed with a bit of her cotton orange panties. Harry looks up quickly, already feeling his face get hot (and his pants a little tighter as well) as he tries to make eye contact with her but fails once he remembers he came all over his hand to the thought of her. He knows his cheeks must be scarlett by now.

“Hi again,” she searches for his name tag, “Harry. That’s a nice name.” She smiles warmly at him. “How much is it?”

Harry thinks her voice is the prettiest sound in the world. Wants to hear the scratchiness of it when she wakes up and wants to hear the softness of it before she goes to sleep. He’s fallen for this girl quite hard, and he doesn’t even know her name. “Oh, it’s $28.92”, Harry makes eye contact again. “What-What’s your name?” He doesn’t know why, but he feels silly asking for her name… but he just has to know what it is.

“Y/N, and here’s $35. You can keep the change.” Y/N was the perfect name for her, he thinks. He smiles and takes the money, thanking her for the tip while handing her the pizzas. “I hope I was your last delivery for the night because it looks like you have a situation to take care of.” She looks down at Harry’s growing bulge and giggles. Harry covers himself with the bag the pizzas were in, feeling like his face was on fire.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine.” Y/N continues giggling. “Have a good night.” She turns around, letting Harry see her pert ass cheeks hanging out of her panties, making him gulp. Before she shuts the door, she looks over her shoulder, catching Harry eyeing her ass. She giggles again.

Harry looks down at his crotch. “Really? Right now? You have a mind of your own don’t you?!” As if on cue, he feels himself pulse.

Harry wishes that was his last delivery of the night.

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A few days later, on a Tuesday afternoon, Harry gets a call from his work. It was his off day and usually his managers only call him to ask to come in. Reluctantly, he answered.

“Hello?” He knuckled his eyes. Despite it being 4pm, Harry had just woken up from the nap he takes during his off period.

“Yeah, Harry, this is Ralph. Need you to come in today, if you can. There’s this girl who ordered a pizza, but she specifically asked for you to deliver it. Thought it was weird like she might be some serial killer, but we looked it up and we’ve delivered to her before. So, can you come in?”

Harry was very confused, his mind still groggy from the nap. “What girl?”

“Lives on Oaklan. Ring a bell?”

Holy shit! Y/N personally asked for Harry? To deliver her a pizza? Harry sky rockets out of bed, almost dropping his phone as he searches for a pair of jeans to put on. “Yeah! I’ve delivered to her before.”

“Great! What time do you think you’ll be in?”

Harry puts his phone on speaker so he can hurriedly get dressed. “15 minutes?”

“Okay! Thanks, Harry.”

Harry’s never gotten ready so fast in his life.

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Harry drives to work, picks up the pizza (which he thought was weird. She always ordered at least three or four), and zooms over to Y/N’s house, going 40 in a residential when he should’ve gone 30, but he’s too excited. He wonders why she asked for him. Was she planning on doing anything? Harry hopes she kisses him. The night after he delivered to her the second time, he thought about her lips before he went to sleep. They were so pink and plump, he thought about what it’d be like to kiss her, or to have her lips around his cock. That’s what really made him cum that night. The thought of using her pretty mouth to get off. In the week and few days he’s known her, he’s already gotten off to the thought of her five times. Usually, Harry only jerks off maybe three times a week because he’s so busy with work and school, by the time his head hits the pillow he’s proper tired, but this girl makes him horny. This past week at school, his friends had been concerned about the bags under his eyes, telling him to get more sleep, but Harry enjoyed what he was doing more than sleeping.

When Harry gets to Y/N’s doorstep, she opens the door without Harry even ringing the doorbell, like she’d been looking out the window waiting for him.

“Hi, Harry!” She was quite perky today. Like her tits. Harry thought. On this warm afternoon, she wore a yellow v-neck that was cut very low, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, and they must be very hard because Harry could see a bit of the bumps forming on her areolas as well. Harry swollowed thickly as he averted his eyes downward, focusing on the way her thick thighs filled out the denim shorts she was wearing. “I know you weren’t working today, one of your managers I think told me, but I wanted you to deliver it to me anyway! Thought we could hang out for a bit since I have the house to myself for a few hours, and I don’t think you’re weird or anything, so that’s good.” Harry looks up, cocking his head to the side with a smile planted on his face. “Like weird as in creepy, like I don’t think you’ll try anything with me. You’re very nice from what I’ve gathered. And cute.”

This is a lot of information Harry has taken in, but what stuns him the most is that she wanted him to come in and hang out with her. That sounded like the best idea he’s ever heard.

“Thank you, I like to think I’m quite nice.” Y/N steps out of the way to make room for Harry to enter her house.

“You are! Who else would’ve came in to work to deliver one pizza. That’s downright kind.”

“Well, I like to treat people with kindness. Just seems right.” Harry looks around. “Where should I put this?” He looks at the pizza.

“Oh, well I’m not hungry now, so you can just place it on that table right there. Come on! Let’s go up to my room.”

Before Harry can gather his bearings, she grabs his wrist, making Harry drop the pizza onto the table as she tugs him up the stairs.

His heart is beating fast. They’re not going to do anything, right? Maybe just talk, at most? If Harry had known he was going to be in this pretty girl’s room he would’ve showered and put on the expensive cologne his sister bought him for his 18th birthday a few months ago.

When they get to Y/N’s room, her door is already open, letting them both walk in. She sits down on her bed, Harry hesitantly sitting down next to her. “Don’t be so shy!” She giggles as she moves closer, their knees touching. “I know you like me, Harry.” She holds his hand in hers, causing him to look down as she interlocks their fingers then look up at her face that is very close to his. “Is this okay? Being this close?” Her breath hitting his cheek.

“Uh-huh.” Harry breathes, his eyes switching back and forth between her eyes and lips. “I do like you.” He leans foreword. Kiss her, you idiot.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” She leans foreword as well, their lips brushing. Harry can’t take it anymore. He leans a centimeter in, meshing their lips together. Y/N immediately kisses back, moving her lips with his, light smacking noises heard between little breaks between the kisses. Harry feels his pants grow uncomfortably tight, making him groan lowly into her mouth. Y/N moves into Harry’s lap, straddling his thighs, and feels the large bump in his pants. She breaks the kiss but keeps their lips close enough to brush against each other. “Someone’s excited.” She looks down, seeing how tight his pants had become, looking like the fabric was being stretched to its limits. He must be really big, Y/N thought. “You know”, she reaches down, rubbing him softly over his obvious erection, “on Saturday, when you got hard in front of me, that was really hot.” Her eyes shoot up to his, but he’s not looking at her. He’s watching her palm rub over his crotch, mouth agape, chest slightly heaving. She giggles and places a kiss on his cheek, “you’re so cute”, before rubbing a little harder, making Harry lift his hips involuntarily. “I got myself off that night.” Harry’s eyes find hers, her cheeks holding a slight flush. “I was so wet, thinking about if you were touching yourself too.” Harry twitches in his pants, a bit of precum making a wet stain appear on his jeans.

“I was. Fuck, I was.” His hands go to her hips as she starts grinding down on his crotch, removing her hand. “I was thinking about what your tits look like, since you never wear a fucking bra.” His right hand moves up to cup her left breast. Y/N throws her head back, grinding down a little harder. As Harry tweaks her nipple, she removes her shirt, lifting it over her head, letting her breasts bounce as they’re freed. Harry thought he couldn’t get any harder, but he sure could. As soon as he sees her tits, he feels himself throb even harder, releasing more precum, making his boxers sticky with it. He reaches up with both hands, tweaking each nipple for a few moments before ducking his head down and sucking the right one into his mouth. Y/N grabs ahold of his hair, a wet gasp leaving her full lips as Harry sucks and bites at her pebbled nub. As he moves to the other, his lips dragging across the valley between her breasts, he asks her, “what did you think about when you were touching yourself?” He engulfs her left nipple in the wet warmth of his mouth.

“You fucking me.” Harry bites down on her breast at that answer. “You looked so big in your pants that night, I thought about you bending me over and taking me from behind.” She’s grinding even harder now. “I bet your cock is so big, Harry. Can I please see it?” She pouts her lips in a dramatic way, batting her eyelashes.

“Well how am I supposed to say no to that?” Y/N giggles and unbuttons his pants, not even needing to unzip them because Harry’s heavy cock made a show of pushing through; it was so hard. He lifts off the mattress, letting Y/N pull his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh. His cock is so hard, it slaps against his stomach, leaving precum on the bottom of his shirt. Harry swiftly removes it, tossing it on the other side of the bed, before helping Y/N off his lap to slide her shorts down her legs, leaving her completely bare. She grabs Harry’s pants and boxers, yanking them off all the way, before pushing him onto his back on the mattress, straddling him once again. She’s sitting right below his cock, watching it twitch every so often. It was an angry red, the vein pulsing, and precum constantly dribbling out. She grabs ahold of it, only to pull it back and let it go, watching it slap against his stomach again. She swears he’s gotten harder because it made a noise this time it hit his stomach. It made her whine, grinding her clit a bit on his balls. “Hear how hard I am for you, baby?” She nods and bites her lip, reaching for him again, pumping his thick shaft in her fist. “Condom?” He gasps as she swipes her thumb across his slit, collecting the wetness and bringing it up to her mouth. She must enjoy the taste because she moaned lewdly, her thumb still between her lips.

“Mhmm”, her answer muffled by her thumb. She reaches over to her bedside table and takes one out, opens it with her teeth, and slides it onto his throbbing cock. “I really wanted to suck you off, but I can’t wait anymore. I need you to fuck me. I’m so wet. Feel.” She grabs his hand and pulls it down to her cunt, letting his fingertips rub over her dripping slit and clit. Harry sucks in a breath, keeping his thumb on her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight little circles as his middle and ring fingers find her weepy hole and sink knuckle deep into it. Y/N whines, rocking her hips foreword to take more of Harry’s long, thick fingers inside her. She’s so wet, his fingers slide all the way in, in one go. He pumps them in and out, as Y/N’s sat above him, rocking away, trying to take as much as possible inside her aching cunt. It feels really good, but she wants something thicker. Needs something thicker. She lets Harry finger fuck her for a few more minutes before grabbing ahold of his wrist, pulling it away from her pussy. She brings his hand up to her mouth, sliding his wet fingers against her tongue, tasting herself. Harry’s cock gives a slight twitch at the sight, leaking more precum into the condom. He was so hard, he thought it was going to fall off. He needed to cum, and he needed to cum soon. “I taste so good. Maybe next time you can taste me.” She winks at him, and Harry loses it; takes ahold of himself and lines it up with her pussy.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m gonna cum before we even start.” He nudges his cockhead at her clit, rubbing it against it for a bit, making Y/N whine, before finding her hole again and pushing up with his hips so his tip slides inside. Y/N gasps, already being stretched and only the head was inside, body shaking as he pushes more and more inside her velvety pussy. Y/N meets him half way, sliding down onto him as he pushes up. It felt wonderful, Y/N’s eyes starting to fill with tears, but the good kind. “Does it hurt?” Harry’s voice laced with worry.

Y/N shakes her head. “It feels really good. You’re so big and thick. It feels so good,” she repeats. Her head is swimming, eyes rolling back into her head as she’s seated completely on him, his balls against her ass.

She lifts off him slowly, until only the tip is inside her, staying like that for a few moments. Harry looks down at the sight, which was fucking hot, but he wanted to feel her again. He stationed his hands at her hips and yanked her roughly down onto him, causing Y/N to puff out her lips while she moaned. “Don’t tease me like that again.” He says through his teeth. Y/N found this side of Harry incredibly sexy, wanting to test the waters again. She scraped her nails down his chest, hoping it would distract him from her lifting off him again, the way she did before, but it didn’t. He yanked her down again, making Y/N’s thighs clench. Harry felt so hard inside her, and the roughness added with it only made it feel that much better. “I said to not tease me like that again, didn’t I?” He flips them over so he’s on top and pulls his prick out of her. Y/N whines in protest and pouts as he scoots the both of them down to the foot of the bed. He sits up, his legs hanging off the bed, making Y/N lay across his lap with her ass lifted slightly in the air. He kneads both cheeks, making Y/N moan. “Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.” He spanks her right cheek, then her left, making Y/N grind down onto his thigh. “Are you going to listen to me from now on? Or will I have to do this again?” He spanks her a little harder, making her skin turn red. Y/N’s pussy was wet before, but she was dripping now. This was her first time being spanked, and she loved it. She raised her ass a little higher up in the air, burying her face in her blankets.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Her voice muffled by the sheets.

“What was that?” Harry grips her hair and pulls her head up. “Can you repeat that for daddy?”

Y/N must be the luckiest girl in the world. Not only is she having sex with the hottest guy she’s ever seen, but he also has a daddy kink? Without her telling him she had one also? She couldn’t believe it.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, daddy.” She wiggles her ass in the air. “Only bad girls get spanked. I’m a good girl.”

“You think you’re a good girl?” He spanks her again, but this time it’s on her pussy. Y/N’s body tenses, face trying to hide in the sheets again, but Harry still has his hand wrapped around her hair. “Good girls don’t tease their daddies. And you teased me twice. I don’t think that’s very nice, do you?” Harry slides his pinky inside her, just to tease her further.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaks; poor thing so sexually frustrated she just wanted Harry’s cock deep inside her aching pussy. “I won’t do it again, daddy. Please, fuck me now. I’ll be a good girl. The best girl, please, I-“ she’s cut off by Harry lifting her off his lap and bending her over the bed. He stands behind her, holds both her wrists with one hand and plunges inside in one thrust. Y/N’s body gets pushed foreword with how rough he dicked into her, her nipples brushing against the sheets which burns a little, but she revels in it.

Harry starts up a quick, steady pace. Fucks her with such vigor, her ass cheeks jiggle each time his pelvis meets her skin. He’s not going super fast, just enough to have her biting his shirt he’d tossed on the bed earlier. He lets go of her wrists, places both of his hands on her hips and really fucks her. Thrusts his big, thick cock all the way inside her, circling his hips when he’s all the way in before pulling out, making her moan against the shirt she’s biting. She almost wishes he wasn’t wearing a condom; wanting to feel his precum drench her cunt even more. With each stroke of his cock against her wet walls, she gets closer and closer. Harry spanks her right hip before grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up so her back is to his chest. This new angle makes both of them moan, Harry burying his face in her shoulder as he continues to pound into her. Y/N arches her back, her ass pushing back, making Harry’s cock slide deeper into her. Harry groans, bites her shoulder, and fucks her in little hard thrusts, as if he was about to cum. Y/N reaches back with one hand to twirl her fingers in his hair.

“You like that?” He licks underneath her ear, his right hand going up to twist and pull her nipple as his other hand holds her hip. Y/N nods, whining while doing so. “I knew you would.” His thrusts get a bit more aggressive; he’s so close. “Told me you came thinking about me fucking your tight little pussy from behind. So you knew I had to, didn’t you baby? Knew I had to do whatever my pretty girl wanted me to.” The hand that was playing with her nipple dropped down, rubbing the skin of her stomach (Harry mumbling a “so soft”) before the pads of her fingers find her clit, lightly petting it. Y/N arches her back again, Harry pounding on as he rubs her clit only with one finger to tease her. “So fucking wet for me, I can hear it.” He fucks her even harder just so they can both hear the squelching sound her pussy makes each time his cock pushes inside of her. “After I make you cum with my cock, I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue.” Y/N throws her head back on his shoulder, her mouth hung open and her eyes hooded. “Have you on your back as I stuff you with my tongue. Have it drip down my chin for me to lick up later.” His thrusts becomes sporadic, his abdomen clenching uncontrollably. “Then maybe if you’re still being good for me, I’ll feed you my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me sliding my big cock between your pretty lips?”

That’s all it took for Y/N. Her back arched one more time, her stomach clenching and unclenching, her thighs shaking. The only thing keeping her standing is Harry’s cock in her cunt, ramming into her at full speed. “Yes, fuck me. Squeeze my cock.” His finger rubs faster on her clit, making Y/N stand up on her toes, hands steadying herself on the bed as her body continues to shake. Harry fucks her all the way through it, Y/N trying to fall onto the mattress, but he stops her. Holds her to his chest as he pounds her a few more times before coming himself. Shooting into the condom, a lot, and fucking her slowly until he comes to a stop. He rests his forehead against her back, trying to even his breathing with hers. Once he does, he pulls out slowly (not wanting to hurt her), and takes the condom off, kissing her shoulder before going to throw it away in the small trash can next to her bed. He plops down on her comforter, sighing happily as Y/N joins him, curling into his side.

“You’re really good at that.” She kisses right below his armpit. “You took a class on it or something?”

Harry chuckles. “You were good too. Really good. I wanted to cum right when I got inside you, but I figured I’d be a gentleman and make you cum first.” He pokes the tip of her nose, making Y/N smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came like that. That was amazing.” She closes her eyes and wraps her arm around his chest.

They’re silent for about a minute before Harry speaks up.

“So… what is this? Like, are we friends with benefits? Or are we dating? Sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy or anything, I just want to know.” He looks down at her with soft eyes.

“Well, you can keep bringing me pizza, and we’ll fuck after.” Harry’s face pinches.

“I’m kidding! Oh, you should’ve seen your face!” She giggles, hiding her face in is chest. She playfully bites his nipple before looking up at him again. “Yeah, you can take me on a date. I really like you, Harry. As you can tell.” He smirks at her.

“Good. I really like you too. I want to take you to dinner or something.”

“Perfect! I’m always hungry.”

“Speaking of being hungry, are we going to eat the pizza I brought?”

“Oh, shoot! I need to pay you for it.”

“Don’t bother, I’ll just pay for it.” He nudges his nose against hers.

“Can I at least give you a tip?”

“I’ll give you a tip.” He hovers over her, letting Y/N feel his cock plumping up again. She giggles, pushing him off of her.

“Later. I’m really hungry right now. You worked me out.” She kisses his forehead, getting up from the bed and taking his hand. “Let’s go down and eat, then you can bend me over my couch.”

Well, how could Harry say no to that?

Saturday Night Live with host and musical guest Harry Styles - 16/11/2019

love on tour: wild geese

❛ let the soft animal of your body love what it loves❜

harry styles x fem!reader · word count: 1k+

harry and you are no longer together and it’s complicated.

There’s chatter everywhere, dimly lit corridors leading nowhere and everywhere at the same time as tall men dressed in black decorate every corner, no matter which way you look. The pink leather feels weird as her feet move, the material chafing her inner thighs while sweat runs down her legs. It’s as if the trousers are the sole reminder of the sickening feeling in her tummy, her organs accompanying the dread which surrounds every corner, every cell, reminding her her position here, and why she should have said no to coming here; to seeing him.

As they turn left, to what seems to be the last corridor she would walk through for the time being, Jeff turns to her with a hesitant smile and places his hand on her back, rubbing once, twice, and he lets go, leaving behind a fleeting feeling of loneliness and dread.

“He’s on in–” Jeff checks his watch, “–five minutes. I’ll get you some water or something before we walk a bit further so we can see.”

She looks at the massive stage before her, then back at Jeff. All she can do is nod and place her arms around herself.

Where’s Glenne, she means to ask, but someone comes up behind her and wraps one arm around her, and it makes her heart drop only for a moment before she realises the hand on her shoulder is way too meaty and pale for it to belong to a certain someone.

It’s Harry Lambert, in all his glory, dressed in a yellow shirt as his necklaces shine under the lights, and he’s got the same warmth as Harry that it makes her head hurt a little.

He squeezes one last time before letting go, then stands right next to the both of them.

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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.”

if I really think about this scene and his lips in this scene i feel butterflies in my stomach 😭🥺