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LOVE ON TOUR - New York, Oct. 1

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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?

Harry leaving the stage in Long Island, Nov. 28

mmmmm thinking bout harry being a little shit ab seeing your hard nipples in a baby tee or tank top. like it’s summer and ur not wearing a bra & he notices and smirks slightly and being all boyish like going to pinch and kiss them. bonus points if ur at a party & he presses his cold drink to ur nipple while smirking to rile you up further. yea just thinking thots!! 😵‍💫

oh fuck yeah titty stuff !!!

Music thumped through the walls of the house, people crowded in the living room that trailed all the way out the door to the pool that had people swam in to cool down in.

It was a miserable, hot summer. Harry and Y/N had gotten invited to a party, one with close friends only. It was one of those summers where you kicked the AC on and sat on the couch naked in hopes to cool down.

Harry wore a loose white shirt with yellow shorts that came up to his thigh, while his girl decided on a crop top tank top and shorts. No bra. No bra whatsoever. She didn't care, people knew she hardly ever worn them.

"No bra tonight?" Harry whispered into her ear from behind her, his hands traveling up her stomach slowly before cupping them carefully. He jiggled them softly, a smirk on his lips. "Teasing me, I see."

"It's fuckin' hot, weirdo," She chuckled out, leaning her back against his front as she looked down at his hands. She let out a small huff, biting down on her lip as he watched his fingers slide under the shirt.

"You're very fuckin' hot, you got that right," He whispered into her ear, peppering kisses down her neck slowly as his fingers rubbed softly as her nipples. She let out a soft whine, feeling her core started to heat up from the sensation.

"God, there are people around the corner, Harry," She mumbled out, her eyes scanning around the area, "Like, literally right around the corner--"

"Let them see, then," He mumbled as he pulled from her to stand in front of her. He pulled her tank top up, pushing her against the brick wall as his hand laid flat against the wall.

"What are you--oh, fuck," She hissed as Harry's lips caught her nipple. He sucked on it slowly, his tongue lightly flicking against her nub. She ran a hand through his hair, hissing out as she pressed her core against his waist.

"Jesus christ," He muttered, pulling off her nipple with a small pop, "All these just for me,"

He started to kitten lick her nipple, his other hand having a tight grip onto her titty. His cock started to harden in his pants, and she felt that against her thigh.

"S-Stop!" She laughed out, placing a hand onto his shoulder before pushing him away playfully. She pulled her shirt down, letting out a huff, "I'm going to get a drink, you freak,"

"Freak for you, baby, c'mon, don't go." Harry laughed as she walked away, but he followed after her with a small shimmy of his shoulders, "Baby love!"

Later on that night, Y/N was standing next to her friends while she talked with them. Harry was off doing whatever the fuck Harry does at parties, and she hadn't seen him in sometime.

It wasn't until he had stood next to her that she felt more at ease. Parties usually gave her anxiety, but Harry helped her a lot through it.

He had a cold glass of tequila in his hands with a couple of cubes in it. She looked at him with a perk of a brow.

"Where did you get that?"

"Inside," He hummed softly, pointing towards the door, "They brought out a new bottle."

"Can you get me a glass, please?" She pouted towards him.

"No," He said as he sipped his drink slowly, "But you can have some of mine,"

"Dick."

Harry smirked softly as he placed the drink in front of her chest, his eyes staring down at her nipples that showed through the shirt. He licked over his lips, pressing the glass to her nipple.

"Harry!" She jumped, "Shit that's cold!"

He watched as her nipple started to harden, biting back a smirk as his hand gripped at her hip.

"Hell yeah it's cold," He muttered lowly into her ear.

"Weirdo! Give me your drink!" She chuckled as she took the drink from him, clutching it to her chest before taking a long sip.

"Just let me play with your titties, we can go back to the corner--"

"God, you are so horny tonight," She chuckled again, stepping away from him as she crossed her arms.

"I can't help it," He whined, "I love them so bad--"

"How many shots of tequila have you had tonight?" She perked her brow with a teasing smirk. Harry's face straightened, eyes wide as he gave her a lopsided smile.

"....Six?"

"Yeah, you're cut off."

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Harry loved taking pictures of you. Whether you were simply running errands, or on your knees in front of him, Harry always took pictures of you. Like right now, the two of you decided on a movie night in and you were cuddling in bed when he decided on an impromptu ‘photo shoot’.

“Y’should let me take some pictures of yeh. Too pretty t’not” he says, playing with the drawstring of your joggers.

“Seriously Harry” you playfully quirk your eyebrow at his proposition. Harry seemingly always turns an innocent moment into a sexual one. You’re not saying it’s a bad thing, just an observation you made.

“Okay now you’re just begging for me to get some shots of yeh’. I mean look at this” he says dipping his fingers below your waistband and pulling your sweats off of you. “I mean, you were just wearin’ this little thing all day and you weren’t gonna share” he says in awe, gawking at your lacy white thong.

“I ran out of underwear and these were the last pair I had left” you shrug your shoulders at him and he leans over to grab his phone off of the nightstand.

“You could’ve just not worn any. I wouldn’t be opposed to that at all.” He states, earning a quick jab to the thigh. “Y’cant beat up the photographer” he pushes your leg back where it was and he orders you to push your shirt up a bit. He continues to snap away, tweaking your position every time to get the perfect shot.

“Alrigh’ now let’s take the shirt off” he says, dropping his phone and helping you remove the clothing item. Harry instructs you to put your hands over your breasts, to as how he’d like to put it “leave something to the imagination”.

“Now gimme a little pout” he instructs taking the pictures of you. “Alright, I’m gonna take these off now” he drops his phone and he helps you take of the panties. He drops them next to you and he grabs his phone to snap away.

At first you weren’t into it, not because of leaks or fear of them getting out, you just honestly didn’t feel like it. But you were starting to see the tent forming on Harry‘s pants, so you decided to tease him a bit, since he wanted to play photographer. You knew how much Harry enjoyed your thighs, you knew how he liked to grab onto them any chance he got. It also didn’t help that he had an affinity with your ass either. He loved the fact that when he’d pull your ass cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear into you, he’d have so much of your soft skin to grab onto. It also didn’t help that whenever he thrusts into you from behind, your ass moved like no tomorrow. You decided to play into this little photo shoot. You knew Harry loved your curves and you made sure he captured every last bit of them.

You grab your panties and you move them up one of your thighs, you then close your thighs, keeping your leg up in the air. You place your hands back over your breasts.

“Gimme a pout baby, then I’ll have the money shot” he say staring intently at you through the screen. You give him what he wants and you hear a quiet string of fucks leaving his mouth. “Y’look so good baby” he mumbles moving towards you and leaning down to kiss your mouth.

“Let’s take some more” you say against his lips, giving him one last peck before moving into your next pose. Next thing Harry knew, you were on your hands and knees in front of him. Your back was turned to him, and you were resting on your shins, leaning slightly forward, allowing Harry to capture the curve of your backside and the shape of your body. You were playing into his weakness. And all Harry could do was snap the pictures and salivate.

“Bring your arms in just a little bit baby, don’ want t’see those pretty tits yet.” He says, focusing in on the shot. You lean forward slightly, giving Harry the photo he wanted and needed. “Perfect, look so good f’me” He was rock hard by now and he needed to fuck you. He knew the pictures would be good from the get go, but he wasn’t expecting this level of good. These pictures were so hot to him that he wanted to frame one of them and sit it right on his office desk.

“Y’wanna go for one more?” He asks, hoping you’d say yes, because he has the perfect pose in mind for you. You nod yes and you listen to his directions.

“Alrigh’, lay on yeh tummy and spread y’legs a bit.” He orders dropping his phone onto the bed to help position you. He then maneuvers you in a way that your legs a spread the perfect amount for him to get in between and push his cock into you, but the perfect amount for you to not see your pussy. You definitely had a kink for Harry taking explicit photos of you. You loved to think about Harry being away and opening up these pictures. You thought about how he’d wrap his large around his thick shaft and how he’d pump his hard cock. You loved watching Harry play with his cock, you especially loved the way he paid extra close attention to the head and his slit the way you would if you were taking care of him. You thought that was so hot, and it made you need Harry to do something to you right then and there.

You’re broken out of your thoughts when you feel Harry’s warm hand adjusting your breast.

“Want t’get a nice shot of everything” he cups your breast and moves it slightly outward, allowing him to see just how rounded they were without showing it all. He steps back and evaluates the view in front of him. Without any thought, his free hand has made its way down his body and straight to his cock. He begins to squeeze his cock at the sight out you sprawled out on the bed in front of him. You hear a groan from behind you and you knew exactly why.

“You okay baby” you say innocently turning your head towards him.

“Mhm, I’m okay baby. Caught a cramp that’s all.” He quickly moves his hand away from the area, brushing over the fact that his cock is about to explode. He picks up the camera and goes back to snapping away. “Turn your head this way f’me and look down.” He points, instructing you on where to turn. He bends your knee in slightly and he gets the shot that he would consider his absolute favorite.

“Y’look so fuckable right now” he says dropping his phone onto the bed. He comes closer to you, reaching over to the backs of your thighs. He begins to massage his hands up and down the expanse of your thighs, making sure to dig his thumbs into those areas he knows you like a bit more attention in.

“Why don’t you?” You moan, loving how his hands never failed to make you feel good. He pulls away from you, quickly shoving his boxers and sweats off. He crawls back over to you like an animal sneaking up on its prey and he yanks you to him. You gasp at the sudden movement. By the way he yanked your body to him, and by how he’s pushing your legs apart, you knew you were in for a really good fucking.

Without any warning Harry slams into you hard, causing you to grip anything on the bed you could. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his large size, he just goes straight to pounding you. He continuously snaps his hips into you, watching your ass and thighs shake from the force.

“Y’take m’cock so well f’me” he pants, gripping your ass. All you can do is whimper at how good he feels inside of you, how good it feels to have his cock pounding your walls.

“Y’ look so pretty. Spread out f’me, lettin’ me pound y’sweet cunt. Fuck” he moans out continuing to piston his hips into you. He loves watching you take his cock so well, feeling your walls swallow him whole.

“Harry” you whimper at the feeling of his cock pushing deep into you, he knows your orgasm is about to come. He then spreads your ass apart,he watches his cock disappear into your sopping pussy. He stays like this for a while until he flips you onto your back. He grips your thighs, pushing you legs further apart and he pushes his cock back into you. He enjoyed watching you fall apart on his cock, he loved watching your eyes close and you mouth open in pleasure. He then attaches his thumb to your clit, pushing you to an orgasm.

“Fuck” you moan loudly from his words and you cum hard around him. His hips begin to stagger as his own release bubbles deep in his stomach. He gives you one last thrust before he pulls out of you. He then jerks his cock above you, and before you knew it, Harry was shooting ropes of his cum onto your stomach.

“Fuck, Y’did so good baby.” He breathes out, leaning down to push back some of your hair. You give him a lazy smile and he presses a kiss to your lips.

“I want t’get few more shots of yeh” he says leaning back to get a better view of your figure. “Is tha’ okay baby?” He asks, massaging your hip, coaxing you onto saying yes. You lazily nod your head, grabbing one of the pillows and tucking it under your head. Harry grabs his phone from the other side of the bed and angles the camera above your stomach that was painted with his cum. He snaps a few photos and he scoops some onto his thumb.

“Open up baby” he coos. You stick your tongue out slightly, knowing exactly what Harry was doing. You feel his thumb press onto your tongue. “Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He whispers to you. You open your eyes for him and you smile for the camera. “Good girl” he mumbles to you snapping away at his phone. You wrap your lips around his thumb and he gets one of his final shots.

“Y’want some more sweet girl? He says scooping some more up onto his finger.

“Please” you respond, with your mouth open and waiting for his finger. He pushes into your mouth and you wrap your lips around him. You savor the taste of his cum, and you moan around his finger at the taste. You hear Harry whisper a barely audible ‘fuck’ and you smile at his reaction. He takes his final photo and throws his phone to the side.

“Such a tease f’me” he whispers, his breath fanning across your face. He removes his finger from your mouth and you lean in to him.

“Only for you” you whisper to him before attaching your lips to his.

“I’m gonna get a towel to clean yeh up” he says making his way into the bathroom. While he’s gone, you help your self to the rest of his cum that was on your stomach. When he comes back, he wasn’t at all surprised by the sight before him.

“I guess I don’t need this anymore.” He chuckles wiping over the area, even though it’s been cleaned by you.

“What can I say, it tastes so good” you shrug getting under the covers.

“It’s funny how sweet and innocent you look while saying such vulgar things sweetheart” he chuckles, tossing the towel in the hamper and moving back to the bed. He pulls the covers back and pulls you into his chest. He then opens photos and scrolls through the pictures he took.

“How many did you take?!” You say in awe, scrolling back through the photos.

“I was just clicking” he chuckles at your reaction. “It’s not like y’look bad or anything.”

“Whatever, just make sure y’dont post any by accident. I don’t need to see my ass all over the internet.” You say closing your eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

“I’d be lucky to see an ass like that on my computer screen.” He says turning off his phone and the light. As soon as the words left his mouth, he earned a swift kick to his shin.

Maybe you should let Harry take more pictures of you.

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masterlist.

by honeytryst.

a work in progress. please do not repost my work on any platforms without my permission. thank you so much for reading!

* = mature content

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RANDOM

harry as tags on my posts that have made me chuckle

one direction as greek gods/goddesses

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TAGS

pictures and videos of my harry concert

writings that I recommend you read

what I wish harry would wear

things that make me happy

a little info about me

answered asks

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SERIES

sunflower. | surprise; | savior;

where harry meets an endearing fan who has resilience for her not-so-uncommon situation. (pregnant!y/n)

wild card. | wild flare.

where an innocent game of UNO with tequila and a twist makes harry and y/n’s night go wrong. (best friend!harry)

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ONE-SHOTS

winter flakes.

where the holiday season brings upon a terrible first impression.

permanent lovers.

where two lovers are bound by the ink of the strange universe.

edge of the universe.

where y/n is younger, and harry fears that he will ruin her youth.

past lovers.

where 18-year old harry tries to get y/n to get back together with him (film student!harry)

xx.

where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.

fame.

where harry knows the industry more than y/n does. (singer!y/n)

missing piece.

where harry is in search of a muse and is running out of time. (dancer!y/n)

feline.

where y/n isn’t very fond of harry’s surprise.

don’t feel bad.

where y/n is 7 months pregnant and knows her husband all too well. (dad!harry)

miss you.

where y/n loses harry’s rose ring.

housewarming gift.*

where harry gives y/n a housewarming gift. (best friend!harry)

night terrors.

where harry’s daughter experiences night terrors for the first time. (dad!harry)

soft skin.

where y/n feels insecure about her skin and wishes it was soft.

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SHORTER STORIES

y/n cuts her hair very short and harry comforts her

y/n breaks her ankle

harry is ill and y/n comes down with something

y/n worries that harry feels under pressure

chasm convinces model!y/n to get back together with harry

gift wrapping … and harry saves xmas

i’m on fire

summary: harry can’t keep his hands to himself after getting home from filming.

warnings: breeding kink, spanking, smut, slight fluff, pregnancy mention, slight dom/sub

word count: 2.7k

song inspo.: i’m on fire - bruce springsteen, girls on film - duran duran, tango in the night - fleetwood mac

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Summer’s almost over. So, have some Island/Boyfriend!Harry. Inspired by this, this, and that white snapback he was so fond of this summer. As always, thanks for reading. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. If you liked this (or any of my writing), feel free to buy me a ko-fi! My masterlist is here. Enjoy! NSFW, 18+.

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If there was brunch, then there were mimoas. If there were mimoas, they had to be bottomless. And the waitress had kept them coming. Then, somebody mentioned shopping and soon after you were in an Uber with friends and your boyfriend’s black AMEX in tow. The Mall of San Juan was just ten minutes from the brunch spot. It’d have been a crime not to visit.

You’d left the seaside villa that morning with gentle but firm instructions to enjoy yourself. Sure, the spacious house you’d call home for the next two months was gorgeous and offered endless amenities, but it’d be a shame to stay there alone all day. So after a calm debate over breakfast, post morning run and shower (the run? Harry’s idea), you’d texted Penelope and Valentina to make plans once he’d slipped the black card into your hand. And then into your bag after you’d given it right back.

You hadn’t known the girls prior to arriving in Puerto Rico, but following a loud, rum-fueled conversation over thumping reggaeton in a club bathroom a week prior, fast friendships formed. Good thing, too. Your boyfriend had come to the island to work, more or less, and since you’d taken his invitation to join, you’d known what to expect. He was in album mode, working on his next studio release and that demanded most of his time.

You could make your own fun. Or at least you’d thought so, but about two weeks in, you started to miss him, despite seeing him at least a few moments every day. And he tried to make time, bless him, had suggested a movie last night but he was asleep on your shoulder twenty minutes into the film.

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