Hell Of A Morning

Summary: Harry keeps dreaming of a woman he had never seen before.

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Daddy kink, SMUT, a lot of filthy stuff. Do not read if you are underage!

Song Fic:

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"Fuck that feel so good baby... So fucking good for me" Harry threw his head back, eyes closed in euphoria. The pleasure coming straight from his cock, all the way up to his spine as he felt himself shivering at the sensation. Y/N bobs her head up and down, managing to swallow his hard length without any complications whatsoever. "So good for daddy..."

"Harry..." She called out, her voice slightly croaked.

"That's not what you're supposed to call me, sweetheart..." He warns running his hands through her head as he gave it a harsh tug, almost as if he wanted to punish her for it.

"Harry..."

"Be a good girl, Y/N" Harry warns once again as Y/N looks up to him with watery eyes and hallowed cheeks. Harry moans when he felt her tongue gliding underneath the slit of his tip, collecting all of his pre-cum as some of them drips down her chin. "Fuck, I'm close... I'm close pet"

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"Who the hell is Y/N?" Harry's eyes shot up when he felt sprinkles of cold water hitting his face, waking him up from his perfect slumber. He groans, looking around as he noticed where he was.

"Shit, sorry Mitch... I think I overslept" Harry apologizes, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he pulled off the covers from the body. The wet patch underneath him mapped the bed as if he ran a marathon and went straight to sleep. "Shit..." Harry cursed once again, looking down to his pants to see a large tent growing underneath. Mitch laughed, shaking his head as he got up.

"Hey... No shame man, we all went through that... But I gotta say, who the hell is Y/N? Are they your secret lover or something. Is there something you wanna tell us?" Mitch speculated as Harry sighed, taking the pillow with him to cover himself. "You've been saying their name in your sleep more than three times now"

"That's the thing... I don't even know myself"

Mitch may have caught him three times but Harry's had been dreaming of her since last month. He doesn't who she is, where she's from. All he knows is that he dreams some really explicit stuff and all of it seems too real. He thinks he has a problem but all he could think about is her.

Y/N.

Just one name.

Harry even went as far as googling the millions of Y/N's there is but none had matched her face. There's no way his brain could've just made up a pretty face like hers, his mind was not that complex.

"Maybe you saw her in one of the shows, those things happen to me sometimes" Mitch suggested, waiting for him to shower and get ready for breakfast.

"Yeah, maybe" He agreed, not wanting to in-depth with the secret girl he's dreaming about. The truth was, they hadn't performed in any shows last month so it was possible for Y/N to just be some girl in the crowd. If he was so captivated by her, he would've remembered her face and what row she was in. Hell, he would've even invited her backstage.

Mitch and Harry went out along with the others, grabbing a cup of coffee and maybe stop by the studio by any chance. He needs to distract himself from her. He needs to get her out of his mind because whatever it is, he wasn't sure it was healthy.

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The night came, Harry and his friends thought it was a great idea to have some fun before they start their tour and he definitely agreed.

So here he was, dancing manically in the middle of the club with a cocktail in his hand.

A woman approached him, dancing slightly closer and closer to him the longer the music went on. Harry was buzzed and all he could think of was how flexible the woman looked grinding her body against his.

"I have a private booth, why don't you and I go somewhere a little bit quiet..." Harry whispered in the girl's ear, as she nodded, following him from behind as Harry closed the door behind them. The girl, who's named 'Layla' immediately sat on the cushioned chair, eyeing him up and down seductively.

Harry walked right up behind her, kissing the nape of her neck as she immediately whimpered underneath his touch. Their clothes were off on the floor and Harry wasted no time bending her over the chair, lining up his tip up to her soaking entrance.

His brain was buzzed from alcohol and he wasn't sure what happened. The next thing he knows, Layla's vibrant pink hair change colours and so did the shape of her body. The girl turned around, showing Harry the unfamiliar face his been stuck with for months.

Y/N...

Harry tried shaking his head trying to get rid of the vision but it only got clearer and clearer until he was almost convinced that Y/N was really writhing underneath him.

Harry pounded into Y/N mercilessly, feeling the warmth of her skin-soothing into his.

"Y/N... Fuck, I'm so close... I'm so close pet"

"What the fuck?!" Y/N's voice disappeared, replaced with a much more annoying one. Harry's eyes widened as his vision was clearing up and he immediately noticed who was truly in front of him. Layla picks up her clothes, quickly storming out of the room. "What a fucking dick"

Harry cursed underneath his breath, putting on his clothes as he sat there on the chair and think about what just happened.

Something was wrong and Harry needed to know who she is before he looses his mind.

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Harry's hand were tight on his cock, fucking it roughly as he smothered the pre-cum that was dribbling out if the slit of his tip every now and then. “Y/N…” He whispered so lowly under his breath, the girl he fucked just right beside him, peacefully sleeping after Harry pounded her into the bed. The girl was such a deep sleeper that she didn’t even realize that Harry was jerking off to the thought of another woman that wasn't her. Harry imagined Y/N underneath him, at least this time he didn't accidentally say her name. “F-fuck, baby…”

Harry chased his orgasm, feeling the pit in his stomach growing bigger and bigger. He lifts his covers up slightly, points his hard cock right against his stomach as strings of cum paints his torso white. “So good, baby…” He whispered one last time, imagining Y/N cumming underneath him.

Y/N was the only thing that could keep him going, no one else. No one else but her.

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Harry wakes up at nine o'clock in the morning, going at his usual routine as he steps out of his house going for a good jog and maybe find someplace to have a coffee alone.

He gets his trainers on, blaring a song in his headphones as he started running. He finds himself getting further away from his neighbourhood and somewhere much quieter and peaceful. The town was surrounded with modest houses and little shops that reminded him of his hometown back in England. It was unusual for L.A to have places like these.

Harry stops by a bakery, wanting to get a few pastries and maybe some good coffee. He queues right behind a woman, waiting patiently for her to be done with her order.

"That will be $10.99, please..." The woman in front of him nodded, fumbling through her purse looking for money.

Only to find none.

"Oh my god, I left my purse back at home" Harry knitted his eyebrows in confusion, feeling as if her voice was familiar and he had heard it before. "I'm so sorry, I guess I have to cancel all of this"

Harry steps in front, pulling out a couple of bills as he paid for the woman's food. "Is'alright, I got it..."

"Thank you so much, I promise I'll pay you back..." The woman turned her head to properly thank him and suddenly...

Both of their eyes widened at the same time.

No.

No it couldn't be.

"Y/N?..."

"Harry?..."

Husband Harry? A concept: Harry fucking you quietly. You're on holiday with your children and he justs fucks you quietly at 4pm after lunch, trying not to wake your five and two year old kids. He's been so sexual lately wanting you to get pregnant again and he drives into you so painfully slow, the burning consuming you. "Daddy needed mummy"

Omg yes, I love this concept

You chuckle as Harry pulls you closer, clearly knowing what he’s up to as he’s been needy all day, always knowing when he is in a mood. “Harry.. The kids,” you warn, looking over at your two kids who’s both fast asleep on each their sunlounger, safely placed in the shadow. 

“They’re napping,” he smirks, tracing his lips over your neck before placing a soft kiss below your ear, slowly trying to convince you to an innocent afternoon fuck. “Come on babe,” he begs, his voice husky as he whispers in your ear.

“We had sex this morning, are you really that needy?” you giggle, but not pushing him off of you as he sucks on your skin, creating a small hickey. “Yes,” he admits with a chuckle, the fact about being away from home always making him hornier than usual. “Daddy needs mummy,” he whispers, his hands slowly undoing the strings of your bikini bottoms and just like that; you give in.

“Just a quickie, yeah?” you request, knowing the kids won’t be sleeping for much longer, getting an eager nod in return before he pulls your bikini bottoms off completely and tug his own swimming trunks down just enough to reveal his hard on that’s been bugging him since lunch. 

You giggle as he flips you over on the big round sunbed the two of you have been chilling on, so you’re spooning, knowing this way you will be more discreet if the kids wake up. Harry grabs a towel and drape it over your hips to cover the two of you. “Been wanting to fuck you all day,” he whispers as he pulls you closer to him, his hand that’s resting on your hip, slowly sneaking down between your legs.

“All nice and wet for me,” he smirks when he runs his fingers through your folds, coating them in your juices. “Mm,” you hum as you bite down on your bottom lip, knowing you can’t be too loud, his erection pressing up against your bum, “acting like you haven’t thought about my cock all day as well.” 

His words causes you to moan, knowing very well that you have indeed been thinking about when you’d be able to have sex again, it being a bit difficult with the kids around, but luckily they have been worn out after playing in the private pool. 

With his free hand he pumps himself a few time in his hand, a moan of relief escaping his lips, as the pressure has been building up for quite a while now. Slowly, he leads himself to your entrance, pressing the tip of his cock in which already makes your walls burn as you stretch around him.

“So fucking tight for me,” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath against your skin causing you to shiver despite the warmth from the sun. “You should’ve thought I would have stretched you out by now,” he chuckles, loving how you’re still not quite used to his size.

Teasingly slow he eases in the rest of his throbbing cock, giving you a moment to adjust as both your eyes falls shut, Harry moaning as he enjoy the feeling of your warm and tight walls wrapping around him. “Shit Harry,” you moan, earning a smug smirk to form across his face. 

His thrusts start off slow, but he’s quick to pick up the pace and the force, your eyes fluttering as he moves behind you, one of his hands still resting by your core, two of his fingers pressing down on your clit in quick movements. 

Attaching his lips to your neck again, Harry hope it will muffle his moans, the feeling of your snug pussy around him just feeling too good. His free hand sneaks into your bikini top to cup your breast, giving it a rough squeeze before flicking your nipple between his fingers. 

“Shh baby,” he whispers against your ear as you let out a loud moan from overwhelming pleasure, Harry’s eyes quickly falling back over to the kids, just wanting to make sure it hasn’t woken them up.

You try your best to suppress your moans, biting down harder on your bottom lip as Harry picks up the force of his thrusts, desperately needing a release. The towel muffling the sound of your hot skin slapping against each other, your skin feeling like it’s on fire from the sun shining down on you.

“Gonna cum love, just a minute more,” he murmurs, his voice huskier than before, both of your breathing quickening, the heat causing both of you to sweat. 

All you can do is whimper in response as your breath hitches in your throat, the familiar tinkling feeling building up the pit of your stomach as you’re getting closer to your own orgasm. His fingers presses harder against your clit, making your body jolt back against his as he squeeze your breast again. 

Just before a loud moan can escape your lips, Harry move his hand from your breast to cover your mouth, knowing you always have trouble staying quiet especially when you cum. And without another warning, you feel his cock twitch inside of you before his thick strings of cum fills you up, a groan leaving his lips as he continues to thrust, triggering your orgasm as well. 

It washes over you in waves of pleasure and just like predicted, your moans are loud, his hand muffling them as Harry feels your walls clenching around his sensitive cock.

A smirk is tugging on the corners of his mouth, it always being quite an ego boost whenever he needs to cover your mouth for you to stay quiet. Your breathing is quick, your bodies sweaty as the two of you calms down after your high, Harry placing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“Can’t wait to eat that pretty pussy of yours for dessert.”

Hey Anna!! A girl with a big booty do you think harry would love it? Like when she walks, certain clothes she wear, during sex like how do you think Harry you act? Would’ve be obsessed wit it? I HAVE TO KNOWWWWWWWWWW late night though *hehe*

Hi babes! I would HOPE he would be into it lol.  The fantasy part of me likes to completely ignore the track record he’s had with stick thin models in the past.  

I personally think he would look so hot with someone curvy on his arm. Always having a hand in her back pocket or an arm wrapped around her holding to the very top of her hip, right above the curve of her behind so he can feel the lift and fall of her hips as she walks. 

I love the idea of her walking around his house in a big t shirt and a pair of his boxers and the underwear not being baggy on her? H has really narrow hips so I imagine he wears pretty small boxers and her filling them out, I think, is really fucking sexy. 

Him sitting at the counter in the kitchen watching her reach for something on the top shelf, exposing the tops of her thighs and the curve of her ass in the tight boxers. Seeing how the shirt rests on the curve of her ass and hips when she brings her arms back down, making his dick twitch with a need to press himself against her. Maybe coming up behind her and doing exactly that, gripping her hips tightly in his fingers as he presses his body against her back with his lips on her neck, whispering something filthy into her ear.  

Alright, I had this full blown image in my head earlier today of him having the front of her pressed up against the wall, standing behind her and lifting her hands up above her head. 

“Keep ‘em there,” whispering his request with his lips brushing against the skin behind her ear before he plants a wet kiss to the top of her shoulder. Pushing his hips against hers more when she arches her back to press her behind to his cock more.  Leaving one more kiss to the back of her shoulder before he’s kneeling behind her. 

He’s watching how her skin indents around his fingers as he squeezes her full cheeks in his hands. Pulling her hips towards him so that her back is arched and her ass is perched up for him. Spreading her cheeks as he leans in to lick her lips fully before slipping his tongue between her folds.  

Moaning into her when she gasps from the smack he leaves against her cheek, gripping it harshly as he holds her ass cheeks open for him to bury his face into her more.  Gripping and kneading and massaging her ass as he licks her cunt until she’s a moaning mess and begging him not to stop.  

Fuck, what a dream.  

Her Majesty.

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Mature audiences: May contain intense violence, sexual content and/or strong language.

Life is unpredictable and unexplainable. Everyone lives a different life, nobody walks the same path or in the same shoes. Some people have love, some people have wealth, some people have health but nobody can have it all.

Everyone has their secrets, their downfalls and their desires, just like everybody has their own title.

My security guard calls me Princess Anastasia, my boyfriend calls me Anastasia or Anna, my fiancé calls me Princess to make me mad, and the rest of the people know me as Princess Anastasia Annette Leanor, Duchess of Edinburgh, or for short, her royal highness. How do I have different titles? Read and find out.

Chapter one.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight. 

Chapter Nine.

Chapter Ten.

Chapter Eleven.

Chapter Twelve.

Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter Fourteen.

Chapter Fifteen.

Chapter Sixteen.

Chapter Seventeen.

Chapter Eighteen.

Chapter Nineteen. 

Chapter Twenty.

In Return - Harry Styles

a/n: i just really wanted to write something with cockwarming and… this is that. that’s all, just a short fic to get it off my mind lmao

warning: cockwarming and sex ofc

word count: 1.2k

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“Pretty please! I’m begging you!”

Following Harry into the kitchen you pout at him, giving him your best puppy eyes as he moves around, trying to ignore you, but he miserably fails, especially when he glances at you and sees your pouty look that’s all for him. He can never resist it, you know that and use it against him pretty often.

“Why are you so obsessed with it anyway?” he asks sighing.

“Because I’m dying to see you with a good, smudged smoky-eye look, just like the rest of the world!” you stomp your foot against the checkered tile. You’ve been trying to get him to let you do his makeup for the longest time, but you just saw an edited picture of him floating around the internet where someone put dark eyeshadow on him and he looked so damn hot, you just have to see it for real.

“What do I get in return?” he cockily smirks at you, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t know, what do you want?” you shrug. You watch him think for a little before his grin widens.

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“Oh my god, I’m never doing that again.”

Harry laughs as he turns off his motorcycle and climbs off, taking off his helmet and shaking out his hair. “Was it that bad, baby?”

“It was terrifying!” You don’t get off the bike yet.  Instead, you press your hand to your heaving chest, and try to steady your breathing. “Never again.”

“You just have to get used to it.” Harry chuckles as he sets his helmet on his bike. “C’mere, let me help you with the helmet.”

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Okay but tanktoprry sitting you on his lap and burying his cock deep inside your pussy but he tells you that you cant move. Makes you stick your tongue out so he can suck on it and pinch your nipples until you squirt on his cock🤭

ur sick..... i like it

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"I said sit still," His voice was firm as his nails dug into her skin tightly, his jaw clenched as he felt her walls pulse around his cock. She let out a soft whine, clutching his forearms tightly. She panted out, feeling Harry start to rock his hips back and forth slowly as the tip of his cock hit her spot over and over again.

"It feels--god!" She cried out, pinching her eyes shut tightly. Harry chuckled darkly, one of his hands roaming to the back of her neck to grasp the roots of her hair. "Neeuugghh..."

"Be a good girl and shut up f'me, okay? Tongue out," He used his other finger to tap her lips slowly. She whimpered, doe eyes glued down to him as she poked her tongue out slowly. He smirked, forcing her head to come closer before sliding her tongue past his lips.

He sucked her tongue, massaging his own against it before flicking and kitten licking it carefully as he started to fuck his pulsing cock up into her with much force. Her stomach was on fire, feeling like she was going to explode into a million pieces. Harry's hand slowly roamed up to her stomach, past her belly button and to her nipples.

His two fingers pinched, twisted and flicked at them as his other hand took her hip and made her grind against his cock at a quicker pace. She cried out, nearing in tears as pants left her. Harry felt her pussy start to become drenched, knowing she was going to bust at any moment now.

Taking a handful of her breasts, he squeezed it harshly as he started to buck his hips up into her pussy over and over again. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, crying out as her head nearly tilted back from the pleasure. Harry smirked slowly, letting go of her tongue before taking her hips into his hands and watched as she fell apart on his cock.

"Fucked dumb, baby?" He chuckled out.

She couldn't even reply. The feeling of his large cock had her nearly in tears, her fingernails digging deep into his skin as she felt her orgasm burst through her.

"Harry! Oh my--god!!" She nearly screamed as she felt a pool of wetness start to drip from her, onto his cock and thighs. Harry pursed his lips, brows furrowed as he watched her squirt on his cock. Making a mess was always one of the--most fun things that Harry enjoyed.

"Mm, fuckin' hell, good girl--make a mess all over my cock," He said as he stroked her hair slowly, tilting his head as he watched her crumble until she collapsed onto him. Harry hummed as she continued to fuck her into her pussy, feeling his stomach twist in knots as the newfound wetness made his cock throb harder until he came thick long ropes into her.

He hissed out, biting down onto her shoulder as his eyes rolled back into his head.

It was a good fuck.

this is the actual best picture, there is simply not a better image