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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.

These are quite devastating

Go Home

in which Harry is jet lagged and you’re completely humiliated.

To be fair, he said he didn’t wanna go. 

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This crazy thing called love. || 4

Authors Note: Hey!! Here is part 4 of this crazy thing called love. I hope you all enjooy it. The other parts can be found here.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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                                                    || Harry || “What can I say about love? It can be one of the immeasurable experiences and it can be one of the gravest, it all depends on who you ask. I’ve spent my time in my office attempting to write this article with tear-stained cheeks and a bit of a broken heart myself. Many people have investigated the same question over and over again, ‘what is love?’ And here I am, to tell anyone reading. Love is something that takes you by surprise, it isn’t always easily perceived, it is sometimes concealed behind a sheer coat of denial. It awakens your soul and annihilates the demons inside you, it makes your head spin in an astonishing way, it makes you feel on top of the world, even if you’re at the bottom. Love is peering into someone’s eyes and recognizing nothing but contentment. Their eyes aren’t just a shade, they’re something so indescribable that you just want to fall into them with every breath you take. Love is being able to take a piece of his cake without him whining or moaning that you’re cramping his style, it’s being able to stumble across the pavement while a little bit tipsy and not having to worry about anything besides the fact the two of you are blissfully making fools of yourselves.

Love is seeing someone at their most vulnerable, weakest stage and still only seeing the strong individual they are. It is looking past the insecurities and the flaws and still loving the person and loving each and every imperfection.

Love is being contented with forever changing when you meet the one, the one that will take your world by storm and turn it upside down in the most beautiful way possible. Love is giving someone the opportunity to possess your heart in their steady hands and trusting them enough not to pulverize it with every fibre of their body. It is gratifying their hands to act like the ribcage outlining your most vital and vulnerable organ, the heart. Conceding someone’s hands to wholeheartedly seize you at your every weakness and breach your every defence and not having to worry that those same hands will turn from their pure gold form to crisp black weapons of destruct. Love is granting the other person everything, entrusting them with your secrets, your life, your insecurities, and your apprehensions in hope they won’t use them against you but cherish them and hold them close.

Love is two souls that are correlated on a level as if they are one, they’re two peas in a pod, two best friends that want nothing but the best for each other, two souls that feel the same spark, flame, and connection, two souls that will always stand by each other through the good times and the bad.

Love is what I have for my best friend, and I don’t mean the kind of love that is platonic, I mean the character of love that enkindles a burning in my soul, the sort of love that I’d fight heaven and earth just to be able to welcome. Sometimes, it doesn’t hit us in the way we suspect, sometimes it is nonchalant before abruptly hitting us all at once. It hit me while sitting in a coffee shop, his eyes undividedly focused on a row of cakes, I viewed the way his brows knitted together and his lips pursed together into a straight line while he attempted to figure out what he wanted. I never thought the day would come where I’d pay so much attention to the way someone stands and decides on a sweet, but that day I did. When I look at him, I don’t perceive the same man the world sees, I understand a man with a heart of gold, a man that entitles me to steal pieces of his food even though it was intended for him, I perceive a man who takes his coffee strong, but won’t complain if it isn’t made to his perfection; I see a man that will walk four blocks to meet me, just to see me for a few minutes, I notice a man that any woman would be lucky to have as their husband and the father of their children. I see a man that slipped through my fingers while I wasn’t looking.

This crazy thing called love has erupted a raging inferno inside me that has spread through me like wildfire, it has become a blessing and a curse. I feel it in the tips of his fingers when his hands are pressed to me, I feel it between the scent of his cologne and the fabric of his jacket when it graces over me graciously in the cold; I feel it encrypted between every lyric he shows me while biting his bottom lip while awaiting my opinion, most importantly, I feel it when I am around him. I feel it all over me, from the tips of my toes all the way up my body, I feel it when I look into his brilliant eyes and when his smile lights up the darkest of days. This crazy thing called love is a treacherous slope that I would fall down every day if it meant his welcoming arms and smile would be at the bottom ready to help me out.”

I stare at the article she wrote, a piece of work that has somehow managed to revolve itself around me; I don’t need to finish the piece to know that the feelings between the two of us are not platonic or strictly best friends.

I gaze at my car keys in front of me, my foot patting nervously against my floorboards as I contemplate on what I should do. Do I go find her and tell her how I feel? Do I let her go?

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Repeating Days

Her brows furrowed as she felt around the bed. The space beside her which once coveted another body, now empty and had long since gone cold. She sat up and looked around the room in a blind panic. None of his stuff, which was littered around the room the previous night, was there. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over the covers. The same ones that wrapped her and him up so blissfully just a few hours prior. She needed to calm down. There could be a number of reasons why he left without a trace. None currently came to mind, but she didn’t like to assume. Slowly, she panned the parameter of the house, heart sinking as she found each room void of his presence. Panic set in as she snatched her phone off the charger and scrolled through her contacts, clicking his name. Her heart beat louder than the dial tone in her ear. She called one, two, three times in a row with no response. She gently lowered the phone from her ear to her side in a state of disbelief.

Questions and answers to those questions and more questions sped through her brain like notes from Flight of the Bumblebee. She tried him one more time, knee bouncing up and down as the ringing sound blared through her ear. All she received was his voicemail, but she decided to leave a message. “Harry?” she asked with extreme hesitance, even though nobody was actually on the other side of the line. “Hi, um, I, um, I woke up, and you weren’t— you weren’t here. And, you’re not answering my calls. And, all of your stuff is gone. And, I don’t know what’s happening. Please call me back. Please. Okay, bye.”

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Harry likes his hair played with.

Y/N loves Harry’s hair.

Like, really... really loves it.

It’s gotten to a certain length in which it’s not super curly anymore, but there’s still a slight wave to it, and Y/N loves it.

She runs her fingers through it whenever she can, and she’s even gone as far as to making it her job to wash his hair when they shower together.

“I can wash my own hair, lovie,” Harry chuckles, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist as she works the shampoo into a lather on his scalp.

“I know,” she smiles, “but I like doing it for you... so, hush.” She playfully sticks her tongue out at him, making him chuckle again, and close his eyes as he enjoys the head massage Y/N throws in while giving his hair a good wash.

She reminisces on the nice memory as she’s sat on the couch with Harry, her left leg propped up while her right is bent, sort of in a criss-cross fashion (if her left leg were crossed as well) and her fingers — of course — tangled in Harry’s hair. Her nails scrape across his scalp, making him purr almost at the sensation, and she bops him on the nose with her free hand.

“That feels nice; like my own personal ASMR.” His voice is almost slurred, practically in a trance from the soothing stimulus. “Don’t stop.”

“Are we still talking about me playing with your hair?” Y/N jokes.

Harry juts her in the side with his elbow softly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nothing but a filthy mind, aren’t ya? I’m sitting here enjoying a nice scalp massage, and you turned it dirty.”

“I learned from the best.” She pulls her hands from his hair to reach for her phone, earning her a low whine from Harry.

“Nuh-uh,” he pleads. “Keep going.” He grabs her wrists and leads her hands back to his hair, placing her fingers poised up on their tips on his scalp. She doesn’t budge, knowing Harry will get whiny soon, and she likes to see that. He lets out a child-like plea, begging for her to continue what she was doing earlier, and it makes Y/N giggle. “Baby...” He takes it upon himself to move her fingers for her, although not being satisfied with the result. “I want you to do it.”

She gives in, moving her fingers at her own will in small, circular motions to appease her boyfriend. “Spoiled,” she teases.

“M’no’ spoiled.” Y/N yanks at his hair — a bit firmly — and Harry groans. “Okay, maybe I am a li’l.”

“A lot.” She twirls a piece of hair that had fallen on his forehead. “I’ve been doing this for half an hour.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it. I know you do.”

“Whatever.” She yanks at his hair again, giggling.

“I’d play with your hair too, but you never let me.” A pout appears on his lips, as well as a frown-y expression making his eyebrows pinch together.

“Because my hair gets frizzy if you play with it when it’s dry!”

“I could play with it in the mornings before you shower.”

Y/N hadn’t thought of that. “Oh, my God, you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?”

Y/N pulls her hands from his hair once more, making him gasp and lay his head in her lap. “No, I’m sorry!” He places her hands back in his hair, his hands atop hers, and their fingers linked together. “Please, keep going.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, put on the newest season of Stranger Things. I know you didn’t watch it because when I brought up the Mind Flayer, you didn’t know what I was taking about.”

Harry would do anything if it meant Y/N could play with his hair forever.

doubt us

Summary: Harry is less famous than y/n, causing the whole world to believe he’s using her for her success.

Tags: angst, fluff, famous reader x less famous harry 

A/N: thank you so much @littledreamybeth​ for this request! I appreciate it so much xx 

I am taking blurb requests at the moment (this one just ended up being a bit long) so please send them in!

It wasn’t the instagram comments that affected Harry.

Though they were on every photo he posted of his love - whether it be a picture of the two of them backstage at his concert, or a picture of y/n fast asleep on the couch, having crashed after her own - he paid little attention to them.

Sure he saw them, read a few.

“Usually such a private person… and yet he’s posting all these photos of y/n… couldn’t possibly be chasing clout,” commented one of y/n’s fan on his photo of his love, smiling in the sand and drowning in the widest brim beach hat to exist.

“Can’t wait for y/n to realise he’s just a gold digger looking to elevate his career,” another wrote, bringing a frown to his face.

He shook his head at himself.

These people didn’t know him. Didn’t know y/n. They were either just over-protective, devoted fans or jealous ones. They didn’t affect him.

With that thought, he locked his phone.

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model!y/n has a new nightgown that ceo!Harry really likes

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“I know, baby,” Y/N cooed as she carried a whiny three year old Riley on her hip. He wore pajamas and was crying for milk. She got the gallon out of the fridge and poured some into a pot.

She had walked passed Harry in the hallway and immediately caught his attention.

“Daddy, come on,” Mila whined, tugging at his hand. They were on their way to the laundry room to look for Mila’s new favorite socks (they were pink, soft, and sparkly), a gift from her Uncle Ian.

“I’m coming,” he hummed, allowing her to pull him away.

They found the socks in the dryer, and Harry sat her on the machine to help her into the socks (she’s perfectly capable but he loves to baby her). “Sit for a moment, let’s take these clothes out of the dryer,” Harry grabbed the hamper and started to put the clothes inside. “Alright, on daddy’s back,” Harry turned around and crouched a bit. She jumped onto his back. “Hold on tight,” he told her, since he was carrying a full hamper.

After Harry and Mila folded all of the laundry together (she didn’t want him to leave just yet so they made a deal), Mila was asleep and Harry went on to find his wife. He couldn’t get the image of her body in that long, silk, lilac nightgown out of his head. It was clear she didn’t have anything on underneath, and the picture of her breasts in the silk alone was enough to make him needy. He had never seen that nightgown before, and was wondering when she bought it and from where, so he can purchase more).

When he got to their bedroom however, she was laying on her side, arm perching her head up as she watched Riley drinking his milk from his sippy cup. Harry’s entrance caught Riley’s attention, but he soon turned back to Y/N while drinking his milk.

“Jake’s still asleep?” Harry asked.

Y/N nodded.

“I’m gonna shower real quick,” Harry said.

“Okay.”

Y/N was rubbing lotion over her neck and arms when Harry got back, and Riley was no longer in their bed.

“Put him in his crib?”

“Finally got him to sleep, yeah,” she hummed.

Harry climbed into bed completely naked, fluffing his pillow before laying down with a quiet groan. “Cuddle?” He held his arm out and looked up at her (she sat up against the headboard while he layed down).

She nodded and finished moisturizing her arms before she gladly cuddled into her husbands body. He kissed her head.

“How was your day, baby?” He hummed.

“It was good. Work went by fast. You?”

“Good. Same; think the day went by fast in general.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed.

“Mila helped me fold the clothes, so if some look a bit wonky it wasn’t me,” Harry chuckled, his hand slowly traveling down to Y/N’s ass where he proceeded to squeeze and massage.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Y/N smirked as she moved a bit closer to him, resting her hand over his chest. She moaned quietly at one particular squeeze.

“When did you get this nightgown?”

“Julissa bought it for me last week.”

“That was nice of her.”

“Yeah,” Y/N was now clenching part of Harry’s shirt in her fist.

“I really like it. Feels soft too.”

She hummed in response.

“It’s quite long, but...”

She laughed. “I know, right? But it’s comfortable.”

“Well that’s all that matters...can I see the rest of it? Didn’t get a good look when you were carrying Riley.”

“Mhm,” Y/N pulled away, 99% sure the only reason he wanted her to pull away and show him the front of the nightgown was so that he could have access to her breasts.

“It’s nice,” he hummed and nodded before ducking down and placing his parted lips right around her covered nipple.

“H!” She laughed, but he only hummed and sucked again.

His other hand came up, wrapping around the curve of her other breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. He moaned when he did, just at the feeling of it in his hand; of course he had to squeeze again, much harder this time. It made her moan.

Harry moved his mouth from one breast to the other, rubbing the tip of his tongue up and down her covered nipple while his hand squeezed her other breast. Another moan espcaed his lips; he just couldn’t help it.

“You should not get so turned on by this,” Y/N stated despite the warmth she now felt between her thighs.

“I agree, can’t help myself,” he finally pulled away, cheeks pink from how hot he now was. “Let’s see here how we can...” he trailed off, gently grabbing the strap on her shoulder with his index finger and thumb, pulling it down her shoulder.

She bit her lip and instinctively reached out for his head as he moved closer to her bare chest now. Her hand gently guided him by the back of his head, fingers gently scratching at the soft hair at the back of his neck.

Harry’s eyes closed at the same time that he opened his mouth to wrap his soft, pink lips around her nipple. He hummed as he sucked and moved his head from side to side slowly, slowly pulling off and then pressing the flat of his tongue against it, wanting to taste her breast in his mouth in any and every way that he could.

Then Y/N did something that he loved, and that never failed to turn him on. Only she’s ever done it, which excited him even more. Her nails dug into his neck a little, just below his hair. It made him try to fit more of her breast in his mouth, humming a bit while he sucked, because he knows she likes the way that feels. “Like that, baby?” He asked when he pulled away, licking her other nipple before beginning to nibble. “Hm?” His eyes rolled up to see her face as he did.

A shaky moan left her lips, which made him smirk.

“Gonna take that as a yes, beautiful.” He pressed his lips right to her nipple. “Can I make you feel good?”

“Why are you even asking?”

He laughed before he kissed her, and began to push her dress up until it was bunched up around her waist. “You’re right, dunno. I forgot that you’re my property,” he said, waitin for the funny response that he knew was coming.

Y/N snorted. “Mhm, you keep believing that.”

Harry laughed again before he hummed, beginning to press kisses to her neck as his thumb found her clit. “You drive me crazy,” he nosed at her neck a little before biting gently. “Smell so good too.”

“Told you to use my lavendar body wash, but no, apparently, you-“

“Shhhh,” he laughed. “Fuck, you love to argue. Stop that...It’s hot.”

Before she could respond with something snarky, Harry’s sure of it, he pushed both his middle and index finger inside of her at the same time. Therefore, rather than attitude, Harry got a whimper.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. “So fucking wet, both of my fingers slipped right in. Greedy little thing, you are,” he groaned as he curled his fingers inside of her before giving her a hickey just on the side of her neck.

She was out of breath and lost in pleasure, but still managed to pat on Harry’s cheek. “Not too much, babe,” she whined breathlessly. “Seeing your mom tomorrow-“ her hips snapped up and she moaned loudly, her hand flying down to Harry’s wrist. He started to thrust his fingers harder and faster, the only sound now being his fingers dipping in and out of her wet pussy.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he hummed, biting his bottom lip as he watched her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips were parted a little, her chest was rising and falling quickly, her legs were wide open for him (as he liked them to be), and her hand was squeezing his wrist while he finger fucked her. “Like getting your little cunt fucked with my fingers, huh? So fuckin’ wet, babe, hear that? Hm?”

“Harry,” she moaned. “Just like that, babe, please. I’m so close.”

“Cum on my hand, cum all over my hand, darling. Go ahead, whenever you’re ready,” he leaned down to kiss her lips for a second before pulling away to watch the show.

She gasped when he pushed his fingers as deep as they could go then curled them upward. It’s one of her favorite things for him to do. She grabbed into his bicep with her hand that wasn’t on his wrist, and squeezed. “I’m gonna—H, I’m so close-“

“Yeah?” He cooed. “Can feel your wet little cunt squeezing my fingers, barely lettin’ me move them, baby,” he chuckled.

With a loud “fuck”, Y/N was cumming, riding his fingers as she came.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed, her eyes falling shut as she gave herself over to the exhaustion.

“Yeah?” Harry was smiling cheekily as he watched. “Good?”

She nodded and reached her arms out for him.

“Aw, I’m here, baby,” he cooed, hugging her close (partly to comfort her, partly because her breasts were still on display and he did want to feel them on his chest). He kissed her head and pulled her tighter.

She held onto him tightly, and moaned quietly when he kissed her. He skillfully licked into her mouth, initiating what turned out to be a very sloppy make out session while he squeezed handfuls of her breasts.

“Are we going to do anything else or not? Because I have to get myself together before one of the kids wake up, you know the boys don’t sleep through the night every night.”

“Do you want to do anything else?” He asked.

“Wanted to return the favor.”

“Well you know you don’t have to,” he pecked her lips. “But it will never be rejected either,” he smirked cheekily.

She laughed quietly, reaching up to pull his face closer so that she could kiss him. “Sit down, stupid.”

Harry gladly sat on his side of the bed. “It’s all yours,” he gestured to his lap.

Y/N decided to keep her dress bunched up at her waist as she crawled towards him, placing her hand on his thigh to balance herself as she kissed him. He moaned at the feeling of pressure on his thigh and leaned his head further down to deepen the kiss. Her free hand wrapped around his length which stood tall and proud, and slowly began to move up and down. She knew Harry loved it when she got to it quickly—he’s eager and hates waiting. Especially for her mouth.

First Y/N smudged a kiss onto the side of his warm, throbbing tip, then another before her lips wrapped around it and sucked. Harry’s entire body twitched when she did so, even though she only sucked for a moment before pulling off with a quiet pop. His hand had flew to her head when she did, so it was still there when she pulled away, gently caressing her hair now.

Y/N hummed as she sucked on his tip again, this time beginning to bob her head; first she only did it on his tip, then she slowly started to get lower and lower each time she went down.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. He loves when she starts off with just the tip then gets deeper and deeper. She knows how much he loves that. “That feels so good. Fuck,” he groaned when she moved her head faster. Then she pulled her mouth off of him to catch her breath and began to pump him with her hand again.

She moaned gently, “fingering my pussy made you this hard, baby?”

Harry could barely keep his eyes open.

Sure, he’s gotten head from many other women, and he’s gotten it from Y/N too many times to count. But she drives him crazy. Just her hand on his crotch, even over clothes, makes him rock hard. Therefore, when she has her gorgeous, full lips on his bare, hard dick—he’s a lost cause. Not to mention when she licks up his length like she’s trying to catch dripping ice cream off an ice cream cone. As she started to do while Harry was laying there panting.

He moaned, his toes curling and his poor bottom lip being bitten harshly. He reached forward and snuck his hand underneath her, his fingers gently brushing over her nipples.

“Oh, I should have known,” the sound of her voice made him look at her; she was licking her lips. “Those are what made you this hard.”

All he could do was nod.

Y/N’s hand was moving quickly, up and down his length as she left soft kisses on his balls, eventually sucking them one by one.

“Yes,” he moaned, slowly sucking in a deep breath. “Just like that, baby, right in your mouth, tha’s right,” he held her hair tightly now, but didn’t guide her head any which way because she was already doing everything he wanted her to do.

“Can’t believe I can fit all of this down my throat; you’re so big, H,” she moaned.

“Show me how you do that.”

She smirked at his word and desperation, trying not to laugh at his slick way of asking her to take him back into her mouth. She gladly did so, lowering her head until she had his full length in her mouth. She choked a bit but quickly began to suck and bob her head. A raspy moan sounded from Harry; those were her favorite kinds of moans of his. Aside from when he flat out groans loudly without a care in the world. That really turns her on.

“Youre so fucking good,” she heard as she was bobbing her head. She moaned in response, and the vibrations of her moan made him moan, and made his hand in her hair tighten. “So fucking good, babe, you’re so good at that.”

Finally, Y/N pulled up, panting but never leaving him unattended. Her hand was hard at work, trying to make him cum. Before she even fully caught her breath she was licking and sucking the side of his cock. She moaned as she did so, glancing up at him just because she knows it drives him crazy when she makes eye contact while giving him head.

His wife was correct; he was already looking down at her but when she looked at him his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back into his pillow (he was sitting up so he could see everything she did). “Shit,” he sighed loudly, his hips rolling up into the air involuntarily. “Swear my dick must taste like ice cream to you, the way you suck on it like that.”

Y/N giggled lightly, removing her mouth from where she was sucking the side of him while moving her hand on him to his tip. She took him into her mouth and started to bob her head again, half way down then back up, over and over again.

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned softly, completely out of breath, his cheeks burning red and his mind and senses overwhelmed with her mouth. “Don’t fucking stop,” he gasped, grasping her hair tightly where his hand rested on her head and pushing her head down. He held onto her hair as she moved her lips up and down his cock, sucking as she did so. Suddenly, he held her head in place so he could continue to move and started thrust into her mouth, moaning wildly with every thrust. “Gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, Y/N, take it for me, yeah?”

All it took was a moan in response for him to let himself cum in her mouth, making sure to pull out enough so that only his tip was in her mouth and his cum would cover her tongue. Some of it spurted onto her lips as his dick slipped out for a second, but most of it got in her mouth and she gladly gulped it all down. She hummed as she licked her lips then wiped whatever she couldn’t get (just a drop) with the back of her hand.

Harry had his forearm on his forehead as he layed on his back, panting loudly.

Y/N laughed as she climbed over him, straddling his lower stomach. “Was it good?”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds, but finally, with one deep breath that was louder than the rest, he raised his hand and held it in front of her. “‘m fucking shaking,” he laughed breathlessly. “You drive me fucking insane, Y/N, I’m telling you,” he’s said it many times before. “Getting head from you is dangerous for my health,” he was still breathing raggedly, and tried to take another deep breath before groaning. “Fuck, give me my bloody inhaler, I literally cant handle you,” he glanced at his nightstand and reached for it weakly.

Y/N laughed as she opened it and grabbed the inhaler for him, even removing the cap before handing it to him.

“H, I swear you act like you’ve never experienced any sort of sexual relations before me,” she laughed as he started to take his second pump. “We have a bunch of kids, you would think I wouldn’t have such an affect on you anymore.”

As he held his breath he raised his middle finger at her.

“Yeah, one would think that. Anyway, This is your fault,” he handed her the inhaler so she could put the cap back on and put it away. “It’s not like I’ve never gotten head before. But never fucking had to use my inhaler. Sometimes, using it after sex is normal for me. Especially when it’s cold out, you know that. But babe, seriously, I don’t know. I just don’t know. Yes, I’ve had my dick sucked before you but it’s just something about you. You literally make me lose my breath. Too fucking sexy, is what you are, that’s the problem.”

She giggled as she kissed his lips. “Are you complaining? ‘Cause I can stop giving you head, just say the words-“

“Not complaining. If getting head from you is the cause of my death then I’ll be happy to go.”

“Oh my gosh,” she laughed. “You’re stupid.”

“Seriously though, is my dick flavored? Swear no ones ever sucked it the way you do, you love my dick. You’re all over it-“

“Yeah, it is, tastes like strawberry ice cream, you dickhead.”

“Oo,” he hummed, as if he were pleasantly surprised. “I would have hoped for something like choco-mint, you know that’s my favorite. But strawberry is good too, I guess-“

“Please, shut, up,” Y/N groaned although she was laughing. “Your dick isn’t flavored, Harry! I’m just amazing at what I do. I can’t help it.”

“Only for me though, right? Didnt suck anyone else’s dick like that?”

“Oh my gosh, do you hear that? I think Riley is crying-“

“Oh fuck off, y/n!” Harry laughed loudly as he covered his face with his hands for a second before looking at her and laughing again, shaking his head. “Can’t fucking stand you.”

She giggled as she cuddled up to his side and pecked his cheek. “I didn’t love any of them like I love you though, does that make it better?”

“Sure, we can say that makes it better,” he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. He glanced down at her and they shared a smile before he leaned down to give her a slow, wet kiss that had both of them moaning before it was over. She hummed when he pulled away, then reached for her straps to fix her dress and cover herself up again.

“No, I like seeing them,” he whined. “And feeling them on me,” his index finger reached to gently rub her nipple. “So cute and soft. ‘n warm, helps me fall asleep.”

“Helps you wake up hard, is what it does,” she commented although she was laying back down. “I hope you didn’t rip a strap or something, babe, if my dress is messed up, you’re buying me a new one because-“

“I will gladly buy you as many of these things as you want. We have to check if there’s different colors, I think this is my new obsession on you.”

“I mean I know it looks good but what’s so different about this compared to my other night gowns?”

“Don’t know, this one shows off your body more. Not as loose...and it’s so fucking soft, like your skin. You may as well be naked.”

His big hand was busy massaging and squeezing handfuls of her ass that was still exposed due to the dress being bunched up at her stomach.

“Pull it down, I’m getting cold,” she complained.

He pulled their comforter over their bodies with his free hand, while his other hand gently cupped the curve of her ass. “That good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she hummed. “Even though you did that just so you can keep touching my ass.”

“Hey, it’s a win win. You’re warm, I get to touch your ass, why ruin it?” He joked, patting her skin gently before squeezing it once more.

“Then you wonder why I’m always wet. You are literally always touching me sexually or saying something ridiculously sexual; like, what the hell do you expect from me?”

“What?” He asked, digging his fingers into her ass in a way that delivered a nice massage. “You mean this makes you wet?” He asked innocently as his hand opened and closed around another handful.

“Yes,” she whined. “And we’re not doing anything else. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

“That’s fine with me. Goodnight, sweetheart,” he kissed her head. “I love you, ‘n I promise I’ll let you have some more ice cream in the morning, okay?”

His words made her laugh, and she pinched his bicep. “Goodnight, idiot. I love you too.”

“Hang on,” she said a few minutes later, and she reached for her phone that was charging on Harry’s nightstand (she lost her charger and ended up taking his without asking. His phone is dead.).

“Let me charge mine while you-“

“No, I’m just going to use it for a second, Harry.”

“It’s my charger-“

“Okay, and? I lost mine. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do and it’s not my problem.”

“We’re married, so I hate to break it to ya, but it kinda is,” she said before laughing at a text that came in (Harry heard the loud ding).

“Youre spoiled, you realize that, right?” Harry asked.

“Mhm,” she hummed slowly as she typed with a smirk. When she looked up at him she stopped smirking and rolled her eyes, then leaned over him to plug her phone back in. “My dad has spoiled me since the moment I was born. Did you think I would expect less from my husband?” She cuddled back into his side. He gladly welcomed her with open arms.

“No, I knew you were a little brat before I married you. Guess I’m just an idiot.”

“You would be correct in that assumption.”

Harry laughed. “Who did you text anyway? We were enjoying our post-orgasm state.”

“Julissa. Told her thanks for the nightgown and that’s it’s your new obsession.”

“Tell her I would personally,” he placed his big hand on his chest. “Like to thank her for thinking of you when she made that purchase.”

Y/N giggled. “Hand me my phone.”

Harry grabbed her phone, before gasping. “Y/N, what the fuck did you do to my charger?!”

“Huh?” She asked as she typed, not even looking up at him.

“You’ve had it not even a full day and you’ve ruined the fucking thing, how did this happen?” He held up the charger. It was bent and wrinkled at the end.

“Harry, don’t worry about it.”

“Babe, no, I’m genuinely curious. How did you fuck this up so quickly?”

“Okay, literally, I do not know, so leave me alone. I ordered myself another one, so you can have your little charger back in no time-“

“My little charger?!” He laughed. “Hell no, uh uh, Mrs.Styles, I’m keeping the new one you ordered. Why would I stay with this one when you’re the one who messed it up?”

She couldn’t help her laugh. “Because that’s not fair, why do I get the ugly one?”

“You did this,” he shrieked as he held up the charger.

Y/N giggled and covered her mouth as she did. “Okay, for real, I didn’t realize how bad it was but I’m still not keeping that one. I’ll order you another one too.”

“As you should.”

“Juliaaa said youre welcome, Harry, but take caution. I don’t want to see my best friend on sex sent me to the ER,” Y/N laughed through her words as she read the text.

Harry laughed as well. “If we ever were on that show it would be because of you. You’d probably break my dick or something.”

“Excuse you?”

“I mean, you love the way it tastes so maybe you’ll try to eat it one day-“

“Youre so weird, Harry, why would-“

“Or your pussy will get too tight one day when you cum and maybe it’ll just snap my dick right in-“

“Harry!”

“Or you’d suffocate me with your thighs-that,” he pointed his index finger at nothing, “would be enjoyable though, I’m not even gonna lie-“

Y/N held her phone to her mouth. “Thank you, now Harry is sitting here telling me every scenario he thinks could happen to us to get us on sex sent me to the ER.”

“Are you on the phone?

“Audio message.”

“Oh,” he hummed. “Honestly, I could also see you breaking my nose from squeezing my head between your thighs? Or just when you ride my tongue, that could also happen. Or when you ride my face, I mean you’re pretty careful but your clit does always end up touching my nose and I swear-“

“I’m going to sleep, this whole cute, romantic, sexy night has been ruined by all of your weird ass scenarios, Harry, I’m not gonna break your fucking nose and my pussy isn’t tight enough to snap your dick-“

“Have you felt that thing?” He raised his eyebrows. “I swear you’ve never fingered yourself then because-“

“Please make it stop,” Y/N covered her ears, making him laugh.

“I’m just kidding, baby, come here,” he kissed her lips and pulled her into his side.

“Stop already,” she complained even though she let him hug her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Come, want me to massage your ass again?”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes and whined. “Nobody told you to stop.”

“You’re right, dunno what I was thinking,” Harry cooed as he reached down and gave her a nice squeeze, then rubbed down, almost reaching her pussy before rubbing back up and and giving her another squeeze. “This what you want?” He started to massage deeply with the tips of his fingers.

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed.

Then she felt a kiss on her head. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” she smiled.

“Surprise” - One shot

Rated: G

preview:

The bed dipped as he slid into the sheets, lifting the covers quietly, watching your resting body in the dim moonlight for any sign of movement. He was careful, because he knew you were a light sleeper. The slightest disturbance would wake you, and he wasn’t ready to surprise you just yet. He wanted you to wake up to him the next morning, and scream your head off in excitement, covering his face with kisses. He wanted to be pounced on, and smacked a bit “why didn’t you tell me!” and pinched. He wanted you to be surprised and rested.

Taking a long breath in he slid under the blankets, clambering with his lanky clunky limbs, finding the mattress and holding his breath when his head hit the pillow. He exhaled in relief, quietly and slowly, when you had not moved a single inch. He was exhausted from the red eye flight, and frankly wanted to pass out right then and there, but he was too busy enjoying the way your nose looked in the contrasting light. And the way the little puffs of breath escaped your lips as you slumbered. He enjoyed watching you dream, your eyelids flickering a bit from time to time, and brow furrowing then relaxing in seconds. Perched on his elbow, he watched you exist. He watched your soft movements and wanted so badly to kiss your cheek.

“Ha…” escaped your lips just gently, his ears perked up, waiting for you to continue. But you shuffled and moved, rolling over to face him.

He couldn’t help himself; he had to push the hair out of your face. His fingers grazed over your soft cheek, a gentle stir stopped him, but then he continued, smiling when his fingers tucked under your ear and you sighed, a happy sigh, your lips automatically puckering like you were going in for a kiss.

Harry leaned in, tucking his face in slowly, before skimming your lips gently. He held it there for a moment carefully, then pressing his lips to yours. He held it there for a while, just feeling, not moving, your soft skin on his driving him wild. Suddenly you inhaled hard, eyes popping open and he pushed his lips back.

Your eyes adjusted and you groaned, and then sort of jumped at the figure in front of you.

“Shhh”, he skimmed his thumb over your bottom lip, “s’only me, baby”,

“Harry”, your eyes immediately started to water. You weren’t sure if this was real or a dream, but you didn’t care. Everything about him made your heart fill up and your brain go woozy. And you liked the feeling.

“Wanted to surprise you”, he said softly, “didn’ mean to wake you”, as he spoke you watched his jaw line move in the moonlight and your instincts told you to touch. Reaching out for him his lips grazed your palm, your fingers tucking a loose curl behind his ear, just like he just did to you. He watched your eyes as you made the connection that he was not in fact a dream, and pulled you close into his arms when he noticed you were going to start waking up before he wanted you to.

“Baby go back to sleep”, he said in your neck, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning… and for a long time”, he reminded you but all you wanted to do was kiss every part of his face. But your sleepiness was dominant right now, his smell and his warmth overwhelming your senses so comfortably it was like you were being hypnotized.

“Turn around”, you told him and you felt him smirk into your neck, and he softly turned in your arms that were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close into your chest.

You nuzzled your nose into the space between his shoulder blades and took a deep breath, the smell almost enough for you to roll your eyes all the way back into your head.

He rubbed your arm and kissed your wrist, adjusting himself as you held him. You loved being the big spoon, and he loved that you loved it.

“Gon’ kiss your face all over tomorrow”, you yawned, your yawn transferring to him, causing a small squeak from his mouth and a shudder when he was done.

“Lookin’ forward to it”, he mumbled sleepily, “sleep, love”, and you pulled him close, taking one more big breath in, snuggling your perfect body pillow.