Size Kink! “Just The Tip”, “do You Think You Can Handle It” Or A Slight Mocking Tone From Harry.

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Prompt: Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?” 

[17] Don’t make me answer that.

They promised each other they’d stop.

And more importantly, they promised themselves they’d stop.

Stop just this and continue the rest.  

So they’re giving it a shot now. A real one. A real go at keeping things strictly friendly like they always were, friends, mates…friends who don’t fuck each other or fool around with needy and grabby hands or hungry mouths. They’re trying.

It shouldn’t be hard because they are friends. Good ones at it too. Started off as just good friends with many things in common, friends who laugh at the same things and who did things normal friends did. It shouldn’t have been a problem to revert back to their old ways. To take out the new part where they make each other come and just do the friend bits. But as of recent they’ve forgotten or willingly forgotten what friends are, just friends are.

So their definitions are all blurry and the lines are fuzzy, smudged and crossed over.

But they promised.

But Harry’s also aching for a place to put his hands. She’s right there and he can’t touch her and his hands don’t like the new idea or the new policy. His hands have already gotten used to her, he’s gotten so used to her like this and he’s been cut off so suddenly.

She’s the one keeping him in line though. Reminding him that no they can’t try this or that position for educational purposes this time or because he wants to test something out. (They’re always testing new ideas and techniques out on each other, their curious minds mixed with their love of sex take them to interesting places.) But they promised. And no they can’t do it just once more, for the last time because he didn’t know that last time would be the last. They’re stopping now. He promised her.

It was her idea and Harry agreed just because. Well not just because but because it was her idea. She wanted to stop so of course he followed. He’d rather stop what they’re doing than not have her around at all.  

But she too is having a hard time getting used to the new rules. It’s more confusion than anything. They’ve been doing what they’ve doing for so long that they’ve forgotten about the friends part. About the things they did as just friends. About the time before this. So she doesn’t know what to with her hands or with herself either.

They’re sitting with a film in the background and they’re both confused and have no idea what to do. Actually watch the film? They don’t remember or aren’t used to this anymore. Just watching the film. Not watching it with his hand down her jeans or her bum wiggles against his crotch that drove him mad until he had to have her. He’s used to the film being forgotten in the background as he drives into her. And she’s used to only hearing her whines and his moans instead of the actual film. She’s used to the film being background noise to their own noises.

“Can we start tomorrow?” He asks.

“You said that yesterday.” She sighs.

“Why have we got to suffer?”

“M’not suffering, I like this film. You’d like it too if you’d watch it instead of watching me.”

“Would like it a whole lot better if while—”

“M’not blowing you. We have to give this our best effort.”

“Who said anything about blowing—”

“What were you going to say?”

“Never mind.” He grins.

“S’what I thought.” Does he really think she doesn’t know him by now? She might be the only one who really does.

“What if—”

“No.”

“Didn’t even hear what I was going to say!”

“Can’t lick me out either.”

“What am I allowed to do then!”

“Watch the bloody film!”

“Don’t want to.” He huffs in annoyance.

“We used to be able to do that!” She raises her voice because she’s annoyed. Annoyed at herself, him and the situation. They should have stayed the way they were. Now this is just a mess. They’re all tangled up. They can’t even watch a film!

“Yeah and then I found out you’ve got the fuckin tightest—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” She whines.

“I miss you!”

“M’right here!”

She almost wants to ask if it’s just her body that he’s missing but she knows that isn’t true and he’d feel hurt by that.

She just doesn’t want to admit that she might just miss him too and not the physical aspect of it at all. They’re different then, when they’re doing the things they’re refraining from now. A good different. He gives her all of himself and she gives him every piece of her. It feels whole. Like something real that could actually be something.

But they’re still giving this a go. At stopping. Not failing at it (yet) but struggling with it. Doing all the things they always did minus the fucking. It shouldn’t be this hard. But it is. Fucking hell it is.

It’s not that he expects this, expects a fuck out of her every time he sees her. He’s just confused and worried as to why they’ve stopped as fast as they started. That maybe he’s missed something. The part where she never wanted this. Or maybe she never liked any of it.

It’s tough now because they’re used to it and it was fun, it was a whole lot of fun.

It’s about withdrawals.

Those are the worst. That’s what’s getting them the most.

“Do you know how hard m’trying not to kiss you.” He whines.

“It isn’t going to be just that though.” She pulls the cork out from the wine bottle on the table in front of them. She’s going to need another drink for this one. “First it’s that and then it’s something more…s’the problem.” She pours a good amount into her glass. They don’t know how to stop or where to draw the line anymore because it’s been walked over so many times it’s now smudged and illegible.

“Can I at least have you on my lap? You look silly sitting all the way over there.”

They’ve always been friends and somehow one day the idea or offer was brought up and they’ve been going at it ever since. It was said as a joke at first, thrown into the universe without any expectations. But then there was a shift in his eyes and then she was actually thinking about it. And then she was under him begging for it and he was dizzy with how much he wanted to give it to her. And just like that she’s put an end to it now.

“If you try anything—”

“Wont.”

“Because I’ll give in and you know that.”

“S’hard for you too?” He asks genuinely surprised. He isn’t the only one struggling with this, she’s got a need in her too. He wouldn’t have known, she’s got a will in her and her eyes are telling him nothing.

“It’s hard.” She admits. “M’not just talking about you.” She grins refraining from pushing her bum against him to feel just how much, even though she really wants to.

“You’ve got a way of doing that love.” He grins against the back of her neck before kissing along it.

“Gosh you’re a menace, told you not to try anything.” She groans. “Put them away.” She means his lips. And when he stops, pulls away from her heated skin she’s both relieved and empty at the same time.  

“You didn’t like it?” He finally gathers to get the courage to ask. “What we were doing all the time…”

“Where’d you get that from? You have me screaming for you each time.”

“Why are we doing this then?” He’s asking because he’s genuinely curious. When she brought up stopping he agreed to it because she wanted to cool it down. He didn’t like the idea one bit but he agreed to it if meant that he could still see her. Still have her around. Still have her, with him.

He didn’t think it’d be hard because he never thought they’d come to a full stop like this. But it’s proving harder than he thought. (Well he never though it’d be easy but he also didn’t think they’d ever stop…)

“Hm?” She asks turning to him slightly from the screen.

“You just wanted us to stop but you didn’t say why. Didn’t explain anything.”

“I don’t know Harry…” She wiggles out of his grasp slightly.

“Yeah you do.” He doesn’t let her off that easily. “You wouldn’t have stopped it if you didn’t know why.”

“We’ve forgotten what friends are.”

“No we haven’t.” He argues.

“Yes we have. We used to do things.”

“We do things!”

“Other things! Not those things.” She reminds him.

“Those are still things!”

“We don’t know what we’re doing or what we are.” She admits. “When we were friends who weren’t fuckin each other we were friends who weren’t fuckin each other. Real friends. Now we’re what exactly?”

“We’re friends, always have been.”

“Know that.” She smiles. “But what are we when we’re messing around? Friends still?”

“Really good friends.” He grins.

“M’being serious.” She looks at him sternly.

“So am I.”

“Are you?” She asks.

“You’re saying we’ve got to choose.”

“At some point yes,” she leans back against him. “Doesn’t have to be now but that’s why we’re stoping whatever it was we were doing for a bit until we do.”

“I can do plenty of thinking whilst we—”

“No you can’t. You wont be thinking clearly. I wont be thinking clearly that’s why we’re stopping.”

“You’re such a mum—”

“M’being responsible!”

“You’re not telling me something!”

“I don’t want this to get messy Harry. It will if we keep going at it. And then we’ll fight, we will. I can already see it. This isn’t going to end well, it can’t possibly end well.”

“Haven’t fought once since we started.”

“We will.”

“Why stop now then? Before our big fight that m’not even sure we’ll have.” He knows he can’t argue with her. He won’t be able to. She’s got that look, those eyes that make apologizes spill from his mouth without noticing.

“Because I don’t want to fight with you whenever that’ll be. We’ve got more things to fight about if we keep going.”

“How’s that?”

She doesn’t want to say it. Or ask it. But this isn’t going to be understandable or clear if she doesn’t say any of it.

“What if it isn’t just us friends fuckin anymore?”

“Feelings and all that?” He asks.

“Feelings and all that.” She answers. “You know when you used to come home and we’d go out and walk for a bit, or just sit around for hours?”

“Yeah.”

“Now I come straight to yours or you come straight to mine and we’re both naked within minutes.” She takes another sip of her wine but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything.

“That’s not all we do!”

“Harry—”

“I miss you when m’gone.” He says. He really does miss her.

“But you’ve got friends you do nothing with.” She reminds him.

“And?”

“Who are you coming home to me as Harry?” She finally asks because she has to know.

“Don’t make me answer that.”

“M’making you.” She doesn’t let him ignore it. He will answer this one.

“Meant what I said about missing you.”

“I know.” She assures him because she does believe that.

“Not just your body or how you taste.”

“I know that.” She promises. “Still doesn’t answer my question though.”

“I don’t know how to answer it.” He admits. “We’re good, we’re really good love. Whatever this, whatever we’ve got going on. It’s good.”

“Answer the question.”

“You’re the first person I see the second I land.” He says. He knows what that means, what’s behind it but he’s not going to be the first one to say anything. “What does that say?”

“I don’t know!” She whines. “That’s why m’so confused!” And he understands it, it’s pretty understandable that she’d be confused. He is too sometimes. Doesn’t know what to call her or introduce her as. Because they might as well be a couple. They look like one, do everything like one. But they aren’t.

“Have you got feelings for me?” He asks boldly. Might as well if they’re already rolling with all of this.

“Harry—”

“I can’t ask the hard questions now?”

She stills against him, opening her mouth but closing it just as fast. He turns her, makes her face him because these types of questions need answers.

He doesn’t want her confused, he doesn’t want to be confused. He doesn’t want to wreck any of this, have her run off either.

“M’waiting.” He reminds her that he isn’t going to let this one go.

“Wait all you want.”

“Say it.” He urges her. “Say what you’re thinking. Whatever it is.”

“M’not saying anything first!” She finally looks up at him.

“Say what first?” He grins.

“You’re a real ass you know that?”

“Say it love.” He pulls her closer to him in the straddle around his hips and she’s got to nowhere to go anyway. And she doesn’t necessarily want to run from this either because this is what she’s been needing. Answers to the questions and no tangles. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen, promise. You’re still my best friend either way. Always are.”

She’s still going to be his best friend if they stop all this and go back to how they were. And she’s still going to be his best friend if they decide to try something for the first time. A real go at the thing they’ve never tried.

He’s waiting for that opportunity to say that if she wants to have at this, give this a real shot he’ll give it everything he’s got. But she hasn’t presented the narrative for that just yet.  

“I think, and m’sayin think instead of know because I don’t know what you’re thinking or if you’re thinking anything at all…so I think I love you.”

And he grins but her stomach still feels like it’s dropped to her bum and her heart beat is something to worry about. He’s still grinning though and she might be shaking but she keeps looking at him anyway.

“Well that’s a relief isn’t it? Would be fuckin painful if I didn’t love you back.”

“You’re the worst.” She groans. “Absolute fuckin wor—

She doesn’t get to complete her sentence. Tell him how awful he is, that he’s the absolute worst which he isn’t…because her lips are far too occupied with his. She told him to put them away didn’t she? But that was then, when he wasn’t the worst and she hadn’t said anything yet. Things have changed since then.

Things are changed.

so you prefer bf!harry or fiancérry? why?

hmm it's really hard to pick!! i love both!

boyfriendrry is something i can come back to always, there's something playful and warm and welcoming and easy about it. a man who you can always find staring at you from across a crowded, rowdy room. a man who is all warm palms sliding across your cheek kisses and a cheeky gleam in his eye with a joke on the top of his tongue. a show off but he really only cares if you're watching. he's the hoodie you stole that you duck your nose into to keep smelling him on fabric. he's looking so perfect in your bed that it's a wonder why he isn't there permanently. boyfriendrry is private and soft and sweet and that perfect long stroll of getting to know each other to falling in love and carving out a life together.

but fiancérry is also its own moment. a man who sits across from you in a dimly lit restaurant who's got the first three buttons of his shirt undo and is staring at you in such a way that it makes everyone around you disappear. a man who watches you getting ready and strategically finds a way for his outfit to compliment yours. a man who's obsessed with your relationship and your future. he's acceptance and love that has no end in sight. he's more open, ready to stop keeping you all to himself and start showing you off. it's not grandiose or particularly loud messaging, but he will definitely make it clear. that massive rock on your finger certainly does.

Santiago, 25/05/2018

𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

So here is a couple of Masterlists that I personally love that I’ll myself recommend in these Masterlist are some good au , Fluff , and even some top tier smut hehehe 😉 😈

( @4everinsane )  -   Masterlist

( @crowdedimagines ) -   Masterlist

( @twohearts-hs ) -  Masterlist

( @all-my-love-for-harry ) -  Masterlist

( @hes-writer ) -  Masterlist

( @blackmilkshake ) -  Masterlist

( @swiftmendeshoran ) -  Masterlist

( @harrystylescherry ) -  Masterlist

( @ouronlyangelhes ) -   Masterlist

( @anythingandeverything1d ) -  Masterlist

( @sunflowervolvimp3 ) -   Masterlist

( @jarofstyles ) -   Masterlist

Meus Amor (Hogwarts!Harry)

(Banner by the lovely @pretty-hazza)

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Series Masterlist

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Platform 9 ¾ feels gloomier this year, at least that’s how Harry seems to find it. The worried looks on parents’ faces as they watch their children board the train makes him uneasy, especially when he hears their crude whispers and spiteful glares when he walks past them. “That’s the Styles boy, you want to steer clear of him,” they say as though he isn’t only meters away from where they stand. He chooses to ignore it though, at least that way he can pretend that he isn’t the son of a fucking wanted criminal. 

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updated: 3/1/2021

✰ = smut

☂ = angst

(if there’s nothing next to it, then it’s fluff)

take a look at my fic recs!

here are all my playlists!

24 hour bookstore→part one, part two✰: you meet harry one night while he’s in nyc and then he asks you on a date and things get…dirty

quarantine confessions: harry’s in la and you’re in nyc and he stops calling and you wonder if your kiss screwed everything up

the quarantine couch✰: you’re staying with your parents during quarantine and you have…needs

a trim: harry really needs a haircut

fuck ‘em only we know (light smut): based off of Bank’s song

boardwalk (summer feeling challenge): you and harry have a fun night on the boardwalk in ocean city, md

wallowing: after another one of your relationships end, you pour a large glass of wine and decide it’s time for some wallowing while fine line blasts throughout your apartment and your best friend comes to comfort you

wallowing part two (wip): you and harry have been seeing one another but nothing’s official; you two go out one night and he fucks up so you go home to wallow in your feelings—again.

ungodly hour→ part one, part two✰: request based off of chloe x halle’s song

26 ☂: request based off Gracie Abrams’s song 21 

fine line✰:harry plays you fine line for the first time and some things come out

tis the damn season: ✰ based on miss swifts iconic tune

green eyes☂: based on the song green eyes by Joseph, or harry wants to take a break

faking it: (light smut) you fake an orgasm and harry knows

october✰☂: september was filled with heartbreak, but october is offering you better things

house hunting: you and harry are looking for a house in italy

needy✰: you just really need dick

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SOMEBODY ELSE: you and harry are friends who start an arrangement…and then that arrangement ends and you’re left with impossible feelings as you watch him move on.*COMPLETED*

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EARLY MORNING GLORY (Extended Fic; chaptered): a slow burn, friends to lovers, harry au where he’s just starting out and it takes place in NYC.*ONGOING*

MASTERLIST

IN MY FEELINGS: you and harry hate each other, but that doesn’t stop you from hooking up *ONGOING*

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1:32 AM | harry styles.

summary: a series of moments in yours and Harry’s life together that seemed to occur around 1:32 AM.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k words

warning(s): nothing but fluff with a bit of husband!/dad!harry

a/n: (disclaimer: gif is not mine and belongs to @harryisart) hope y’all like this! i thought it was a cute concept. reblogs/feedbacks are very much appreciated <3

It was half past midnight.

You couldn’t sleep and it was practically driving you insane. You blame yourself for having a last minute coffee before bed. So stupid, you thought.

You tossed and turned in bed, drank some water, even tried counting sheeps; but to no avail, you could not get a wink of sleep. You sighed, thinking of ways to get yourself to sleep; you were lucky that tomorrow - well, today - was Saturday. 

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, groaning as the bright light from the screen hurt your eyes. You scrolled through your contacts to find the number you were looking for. Harry.

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Spoiled

It was fun and funny at first, a glimpse of the honeymoon phase you two never got to experience because he was a busy man and you had a career too. Whatever sweet as candy sex-fueled period your relationship should’ve gone through at the beginning was replaced by the deep, heartfelt longing you felt for each other for months on end while you were miles and miles away. It had made you stronger as a couple and you were thankful for it and when you did see each other the sex was… earth-shatteringly good. But even then, you had always wondered what it would’ve been like if you two had had the opportunity to crowd each other’s spaces and take advantage of the closeness normal couple’s get to experience.

You had seen this quarantine as an opportunity - a chance to recreate that and explore each other, in bed and out of it, so you did. 

Any moment both of you had to spare was a chance to get the other naked and by day ten you swore he’d had you on every available surface in the house - the bed, the bedroom floor, the bathroom counter, the kitchen island, the kitchen table, the couch… everywhere and anywhere.

And it never ever got boring - whether you were making love or getting in a proper fuck, it was always filled with laughter and sweat and moans and mind-blowing orgasms you knew he was the only one capable of giving you. Devoted and loving, since the moment you agreed to be his, Harry had made it his mission to know your body just as well as he knew your soul. Every touch and every kiss sent you in reeling and you loved being loved by him but…

But he is a pest. A bored, sex-crazed pest that hasn’t left you alone in however many days the two of you have been holed up in his house, hiding from the world.

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Masterlist

Fresh theme with a fresh, updated Masterlist! All the links WORK! I triple checked! You can also find my master list on my page, so enjoy (:

Blurbs:

i. All Of Angel Baby

ii. All Of Fluff

iii. All Of Smut

v. All Of Angst

Prompts:

(x) Prompt Requests

Fics:

(x) Holiday (incomplete)

(x) When Anna Left

Series:

(x) 9 Months (incomplete)

Tags:

(x) Theme Nights!

my inbox is always open for requests and chats if ya need them (: