Harry’s A Dick, And Y/N Hates Him For It.

N. 17 “Fucking try me.” PLEASE

Fucking Try Me

17. “Fucking try me.”

Based off of this ask

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A/N: This is so hot I can’t even function. You’re welcome🥴🥵 Enjoy🙃

You and Harry had a great and VERY active sex life. So active that Jeff has walked into many of your not so private rendezvous. The two of you couldn’t get enough of each other and if you needed each other, you just did it. Didn’t matter where you were, if you wanted each other, you were going to find a way.

A few nights ago, the two of you were invited out to dinner with Jeff and Glenne. But just as you were about to head downstairs to leave, Harry comes out of the bathroom and catches a glimpse of your outfit for the evening.

“I hope you weren’t planning on us just leaving and not let me fuck you.”

“Well if we are going to fuck, can you bend me over the couch? It’ll make it easier for us to leave afterwards.” You exit out of the room, with a needy Harry right behind you. The two of you then proceeded down the stairs to which you were almost immediately bent over the arm of your couch. Your jeans and panties were pulled all the way down to your ankles and Harry’s mouth was on you. Normally you wouldn’t be into spitting. But with Harry it was like you needed it all of the time. You couldn’t get enough of him spitting on you. Whether it be in your mouth or on your pussy, you absolutely loved it. You were already wet, because how could you not be when you were around Harry? Just for him to spit on both of your holes; you were completely dripping.

For the next 15 minuets, the sounds of Harry’s skin harshly slapping against yours and your combined moans resonate through the otherwise quiet house. You could feel his fingers digging into your hips as he slammed his hips into yours, causing you to dig your nails into the couch cushions. By the time you two left the house, your once perfectly curled hair was now straight and sweaty, you were walking on wobbly legs, and you smelled like sex, pure, raw sex. And on top of all that, you were 15 minuets late. You and Harry strolled onto the restaurant slightly disheveled, with an underlying sex smell which the two of you did your best to mask; well you did at least. Harry on the other hand wore it like a badge of honor so to speak.

“Look who decided to show up” Jeff says as you and Harry approach the table.

“I’m so sorry were late, we got held up.” You rush sitting in front of the couple.

“How was it?” Jeff teases, alluding to the real reason why you and Harry were late.

“Why do you always assume we’re just having sex?” Harry questions, even though in the back of his mind he already knows the answer.  Glenne and Jeff break out into laughter across from you guys.

“Because you guys are always having sex” Jeff says matter of factly, still laughing at Harry’s previous statement.

“No were not” you jump in, even though you know he may have a point.

“Y/n, I love you guys, I really do. But you act like sex-crazed teenagers”

“No we do not” Harry tries.

“Almost every time we’re together, I’m either walking in or about to walk in on you guys.” The table goes silent. All of you knowing what Jeff said was completely true. “I don’t think you guys could go a whole day without going at it” he challenges.

“I could, this one couldn’t” you reply

“Weren’t you the one who was all over me yesterday?” Harry questions, already knowing that you were the one who was literally crawling onto his lap every five minuets.

“Well weren’t you the one who made us late” you shut him down instantly with the undeniable truth.

“Well let’s just agree on this, you wouldn’t be able to last more than a day” he challenges you.

“Fucking try me.”

“Challenge accepted” he sticks his hand out to shake on it, but you leave him hanging. Which causes Jeff and Glenne to burst into laughter again. “She just knows she’s gonna lose, that’s all.” he chuckles, shaking his head at you.

Fast forward 3 days later and the two of you are doing everything you can to make the other break. Whether it be Harry brushing past you in the kitchen, pressing his front into you from behind, or you bending over right in front of him. Both of you were dying over the lack of intimacy between the two of you. Now outsiders may wonder how you guys survive while Harry’s on tour if you can barely make it through three days. Well the answer to that is simple. The two of you could survive Harry being on tour because you guys weren’t around each other. Hence the reason why the two of you are always going at it; because you just couldn’t get enough of each other. In Harry’s opinion, the mere sight of you made him want to take you on any nearby surface.

He didn’t think it would be so bad at first, but he was sadly mistaken. And he realized his mistake as soon as he got home the first night.  The two of you went about your normal routine, the two of you changed and got ready for bed like usual. Only this time, Harry was going crazy. Seeing you bent over the bathroom sink in his t-shirt doing your nighttime routine was driving him up the walls. When you hopped into bed you gave Harry a kiss goodnight and it literally felt like sparks of electricity were flowing through his body. On top of that, sometimes before bed Harry would push his cock inside you. He loved having you wrapped around him and you loved how full you felt with him inside of you, so it just made sense. Instead, Harry had to sleep next to you, more like pressed against you from behind instead of inside of you. He was starting to regret his decision.

Harry wasn’t the only one though, you were starting to regret it too. You did fine the first night when you got home, but everyday after that was a struggle. The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, just to find Harry jerking himself off in the shower. You could hear his deep moans and you just wanted to get in with him. You wanted him to push you against the wall and just slam into you. But you couldn’t lose. You really wanted to win this. But it was really hard, it was hard to win a no sex competition when the literal concept of sex was  walking around your home. Both of you were hot and bothered and you knew it. Then it had turned into a breaking game. Who was going to break down and give in to their need for the other first? For the next two days, all the two of you did was try and seduce each other. Whether it be you wearing nothing but one of Harry’s shirts and a thin pair of panties around the house, or Harry wearing no underwear under his sweats, giving you the perfect view of his cock. Both of you were trying so hard to have self control but it was getting harder and harder as the days progressed. Night 2 was probably the hardest of them all. As Harry was getting into bed he climbs on top of you and he smears his lips onto yours. He wraps his arms around your back, pulling you against his body, pressing his bulge against you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him more into you. Your spontaneous make out session continues, embracing the fact that this was the only action both of you had received for the past two days almost. Your make out comes to an abrupt end when Harry pulls away and rolls over onto his side of the bed. He says a quick goodnight to you and he presses a kiss to your cheek before turning out the lights. Leaving you wide awake and turned on.

The next day went just like the others. You get up, and you go through the day trying your hardest to get one another to cave in. These things went from slight brushes against each other to spontaneous make outs. It was as if you both found a loophole in your bet. Both of you indirectly rationed that making out wasn’t breaking any of the terms of the bet, it was just relieving some of the sexual frustration the two of you had built up within the past few days. Throughout the day at random, you’d be pressed between the wall or any other surface of the house and Harry. His lips would be smeared against yours and his hardened cock would be pressed against you. Your fingers would be tangled in his curls and you’d release soft whimpers into his mouth. Even though it wasn’t close to actually having sex with Harry, you would take anything you could get.

Now at first Harry was confident that you were going to be the first one to cave in. But he was sadly mistaken. As much as he would have liked to win the bet, he didn’t know how much more he could take.

You and Harry were now approaching the end of the third day of your bet. The two of you were laying on the couch with your legs stretched across his lap. The two of you were comfortably watching some show on Netflix Harry suggested. You guys were doing good, keeping your sexual desires at bay. That  was until the coveted sex scene comes. The fact that the characters in the show were getting more action than both of you were drove you and Harry crazy. Mainly Harry though. The way the woman in the show reacted to the pleasure she was receiving made Harry hard all over again. All he could think about was the way you responded to him when he fucked you. The way you whimper when you feel his cock stretching your walls. The way you grip onto the sheets as he thrusts his cock into you, going so deep you could feel him in your tummy. The way your head thrashed against any surface you were pressed against. Even the way you practically begged him to fill you up. All of these filthy thoughts were flooding into his mind, just from the simple sex scene on the screen in front of him. He looks over to you and he sees you and he sees how your eyes are locked in on the tv. He could see how bad you wanted him, simply from the way you were biting your lip, and the not so subtle way you were clenching your thighs.

Harry couldn’t do it anymore. He stands up from the couch, and he bends down, pulling you up and over his shoulder. He tunes out all of your protests and questions to his sudden actions and he takes you both upstairs to the bedroom. Harry tosses you down onto the bed and he gawks over your body. He wastes no time, ripping your panties down your legs. He pulls your shirt off and he spreads your legs. He pushes you further up the bed, pushing his head between your spread legs. In that moment all of the need you had built up in the past few days came rushing back to you. As much as you would have liked to have his mouth on you, you needed him inside of you even more.

“I need you inside of me so bad” you tug at his hair. He looks up towards you and he sees the needy, and desperate look in your eye. He pushes up off of the bed and he peels his boxers off of his hips. As soon as he does, his painfully hard cock slaps against his lower stomach. The crown of his cock is so red, it looked as if it was about to burst. His shaft looked thicker than normal and the veins running up from his balls to his head were larger and more prominent than usual. You couldn’t get the thought of how those veins would feel rubbing against your walls. By now you were throbbing for his cock. Harry climbs back onto the bed and he positions himself between your legs.

“Tell me I won” you pant, feeling the thick head of his cock nudging between your lips, prodding at your tight hole.

“You won baby” he groans, dropping his head into the space between your neck and your shoulder. One hand grips your waist, holding you still beneath him, and the other grips his cock, slowly pushing further into you.

“You’re so big” you whimper feeling his girth stretch you out so good. You didn’t know if you had a pain kink, but you did know that you loved the sting that came with Harry pushing his cock into you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you feel him begin to move inside of you. The two of you could only gasp, neither being able to express how good you both felt in words. The only word you could get out was “harder”. You were dying to feel his cock slam into you. You wanted him to pin you against the mattress and just pound into you.

As soon as it left your mouth Harry instantly pulled out of you. He flipped you onto your stomach and he spread your legs as wide as possible. He grips onto his cock and he lines himself up with your entrance. Without any warning Harry slams into you again, and he doesn’t slow down. His hips continuously crash into yours, sending shockwaves through your body. He hears your whimpers and he sees you falling apart in front of him. He watches you grasping at anything you could.

“Fuckin tight” he growls pining your hands above your head. He then presses his upper body into your back, pressing you further into the bed.

“You’re so deep” you gasp, feeling him going so deep inside of you could feel him in your tummy.

“Y’like me deep inside yeh baby? Y’like feeling me in y’little tummy baby? Like feelin’ nice and full” he pants, laying further into your back.

“Mhm” you whimper “m’gonna cum” you mewl. This made Harry slam into you even harder than before. You felt his cock nudging the soft spongy spot deep inside of you. “Fuck” you whimper, clenching tightly around his cock.

“Cum f’me baby. Cum ‘round my cock sweet girl” he pants, feeling his own release catching up with him.

“Oh my god” you scream feeling your release crash down onto you. Harry could feel your juices coating his cock and he knew for sure you were dripping onto the sheets. He feels his own release catching right up to him. He slams into you one more time, filling you to the hilt, and stilling inside you. His grip on your wrists tighten as he fills you up with his cum. You can feel spurt after spurt of his cum flowing into you. Once he’s released every last drop of his cum inside of you, he slowly pulls out of you.

“Squeeze f’me baby. Wan’ yeh to keep it all inside.” He mumbles into your ear. He slowly pulls out of you and he sees some of his cum begin to spill out of you. He swipes at your pussy and scoops up some of his cum, and he pushes it past his lips. The taste of his cum mixed with your juices was intoxicating to him, it was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. Harry falls back onto the bed next to you and he pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss to your forehead. You lay your head on his chest and the two of you lay there together, silently reminiscing on the amazing sex the both of you just had. Despite the great sex you just had, the both of you could go again. You both were making up for the morning, afternoon, and evening sex the two of you missed out on for the last few days.

“Do you think we’re sex addicts?” Harry whispers, breaking the silence and staring up at the ceiling.

“I think both of us just ooze sex, and we just happen to be addicted to each other” you reason playing with his necklace.

“So yes” he chuckles, lightly scratching at the back of your neck.

“Y’wanna go again?”

“I thought you’d never ask” he chuckles, pulling you on top of him. “How about you let me get a taste first” he smirks, sticking his tongue out towards you.

You and Harry were going to have a sit down conversation with Jeff. Because neither you or Harry were going to be slowing down anytime soon, so Jeff was just going to have to suck it up. Maybe you and Harry could get a do not disturb sign? Or a sock on the door handle?

Masterlist

{Who am I to not write a disney fic while he’s on mickeys land?}

You didn’t grow up affluent enough to go to Disney. It was always something you wanted to do but not in a Disney adult type of way. You wanted to take the iconic picture in front of the castle and buy the overly priced ears but it never happened.

What you didn’t expect to happen when the tour bus arrived in Orlando was for it to go past the large Disney sign into the parks.

The scream you let out startled Harry in the best way. He watched with a full heart as you pressed yourself against the window facing the park to get a look at all of what was happening.

“Harry oh my god! Look! Baby look!” You exclaim jumping up and down. The bus pulls to a stop and before you could rush out of the bus Harry grabbed you to sit.

“I know. I knew how much you wanted to come and I wanted to do this to thank you for being on tour with me.” He says sincerely. You waste no time hugging him, your lips smothering his face in kisses as he laughs.

The two of you stroll into the magic kingdom with matching t shirts and jeans. Harry bought you a pair of cute sparkly ears- ones that reminded you of one of his outfits from tour.

The day was spent on every ride (space mountain being your your cliche favorite), eating tons of unhealthy food, and taking many pictures on your Polaroid and camera. You were having the best day ever. Before you and Harry wrapped up the day to head towards the castle for fireworks, you wanted to meet Gaston.

Gaston was the first character you’ve ever had a crush on. The first time you watched beauty and the beast as a child you were head over heels for the bulky arrogant man…kinda reminded you of your current fiancé.

As you and Harry approached Gaston, guards on either side of you guys, you could feel your heart start to stammer.

“Woah don’t tell Belle but I think there’s a new beauty on the block!” Gastons boisterous voice could be heard miles away. You couldn’t help but blush at the comment.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You reply with a small wave. Harry digs into your bag looking for your camera, more than ready for this interaction to be over. Jealousy was a very common characteristic Harry has. From Florence Pugh to fictional character Gaston, Harry didn’t like sharing.

“Oh honey, the pleasure is all mine.” He pretends to flex his padded muscles pushing one arm out for you to squeeze. “Hold on to this. Lover boy, get the thing ready.”

Harry’s reaction was priceless, it left you in a giggling mess. His mouth dropped in shock as he adjusted the camera to you and Gaston. His shock didn’t leave his face as you wrapped two hands around Gastons muscle and made an exaggerated face for the picture.

“There, now go brag to everyone, I’ll do the same. Met an absolute gem.” He flirted. It was hard to tell if this was Gaston or the actor just blatantly flirting. An hand gripped your arm gently pulling you away from Gaston.

The walk to the castle was silent as Harry brooded in front of you. It was an amusing sight to see watching your boyfriend pout.

As you two sat down at a table near the castle you couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Don’t be jealous Bubby.” You joke breaking the silent.

“Not jealous.” Grumbled from the mouth of the pouting man. The chair below you scraped the ground so you could get as close as you can to him. No one was around you two, perks of having a velvet it boyfriend with a handful of guards.

Lips on the shell of his ear you utter, “I don’t know why you’re jealous. I mean, there isn’t anyone else fucking me into a mattress almost every night. Also you put a ring on it so get over yourself.”

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Disneyparks: We can’t wait to have you back!

Harrystyles: wasn’t jealous and my muscles are at least real…

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

Requests List

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

001. Camping

002. Listen to Me

005. Love Him More

007. Promise Forever

009. Camping in the Rain*

010. Not Today

011. Too Much*

012. Silence*

013. Missing Kisses

015. Hot and Cold*

016. KISS for Styles*

017. The Last One

018. Reward

019. Not Fake*

020. You Wanker

022. Public (and Private) Displays of Affection

023. Time and Pride

024.Do You One Better

025. The Interview

026. Bottled Dressing

027. Call or….

028. Work Life and Home Life

029. Protect

030. Worth It

031. Kicks

032. Fight Me*

033. Under Their Noses

034. Mumma

035. Camping Indoors*

036. Hair or No Hair

037. Help*

038. Mother’s Day

039. Mrs. Styles*

040. A Harry Girl

041. Man in Uniform*

042. You’re Pregnant, Love*

043. He’s a Dead Man*

044. Tell Me, Darling*

045. Make You Feel Better*

046. Important or Summat*

047. A Few Extras

049. Morning Sickness

050. My Girl, My Boy 

051. Safety in His Embrace

052.Soft Kisses

053. Know You*

054. Or Summat*

056. Primal*

057. Safe Word

058. Proud or Summat*

059. Middle of the Night

060. Lions and Vikings and Bears – Oh My!

063. Please Don’t Cry

064. Jet Plane*

065. The Only One

066. Be Right Here

It’s About Balance Sequence Requests

003. More About Jealousy*

004. More About Waiting*

006. More About Trouble

008. More About Mouths*

014. More About Timing*

021. More About Saying Hello*

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

061. More About Balance*

062. More About Boyfriends

Requests that spun into a lot more…. Oops.

Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd*

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

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

048. Just Between Us

055. Leather and Cars*

Half request, half me being a weak ass

Still Not Fake*

Santiago, 25/05/2018

ok imagine a fluffy make out session with harry and he’s just SO damn needy for your kisses like nothing sexual but 😫

i love needy harry

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“One more, m’kay?”

This has been going on for half an hour now. She just wanted to have a cuddly movie night with her big, warm bear of boyfriend but she doesn’t even remember what the film is about. It started with one kiss. Wouldn’t be there this lovestruck man who is weirdly clingy today and demanding for her attention, she could just focus.

“Angel…” she stresses the pet name, “The film…”

His bottom lip juts out, pouting ever so puppy-like up at her from where he is sort of thrown in her lap and just balancing to stay up with the help of her hold on the side of his waist. “The bloody film can wait. M’your boyfriend ‘n much more important than that, needy for love,” he blinks his eyes at her.

She sighs, going through all the options in her head but honestly it’s too difficult when she has him brush his thumb over her cheek in circles and his lips nipping at her neck, “Fine. Just one. One kiss and that’s—”

Harry’s mouth presses against her in a desperate kiss, mumbling a quick ,“Yes, hmm, yes,” as he nudges the tip of his tongue against hers to open up and tries to get her to a more passionate kiss.

Y/n pulls back with a gasp her hands against his chest, “No no no no no. I said one—”

Harry curls his fingers around her small wrists and leans in again. Lips smacking several short pecks on her lips. “Does it matter?”

Desperately trying to keep her thoughts straight, she begins to cave in as his teeth gently nibble at her bottom lip, pulling it away and his eyes watching as it snaps back in its place, his tongue meets hers again. “Harry,” Y/n whines because she just can’t resist his kisses, his lips, the way the curls on his forehead tickle her skin, the way he feels like a massive blanket hugging her body.

“Holy shit,” he separates from her with his forehead still pressed to hers, eyes closed and the tip of their noses brushing playfully, “I’m so in love with you.” His hands lift from where they were gripping her sides to her head, brushing the loose strands of hair away from her face on his way through her hair. “I just can’t seem t’ stop.” Harry smacks a loud and wet kiss on her nose and grins.

“I’m so in love with you, angel.”

He cracks a smile at that. “Good, because I pretty much don’t give a damn ‘bout this film. Kiss me some more.” He purses his lips, eyes closed but brows raised in anticipation.

A wide grin stretches over her face. Lovingly, she squishes his cheeks in her hands and brings his puckered mouth to hers again. “Needy baby.”

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this is filed mostly by ‘genre’ or au type! (masterlist)

concept tag ✨ smutty concepts tag

boyfriend!harry

yacht!harry

(modern) prince!harry

wedding!harry

dad!harry

director!y/n

author!y/n

fashion student!h

summer!harry

husband!harry

author!y/n

italy!harry

I'm 100% still thinking about Harry's suit yesterday. He always looks so fucking good at weddings it's actually criminal. Every time he shows up to one it makes me think of this video where he’s drunk as hell talking about how he’s gonna marry the groom’s sister?? Like it just writes itself. I can't even imagine being at a wedding and making eyes with him through the crowds of friends and family all night. Like maybe he's approached you a bit throughout the night, shamelessly flirting but it's a very important day for someone very important to you so you're not paying him toooo much mind, even though you're definitely into him. You're all he can think of the whole night…..idk there's something about weddings.

love on tour: the rival

if the moon smiled, she would resemble you – Sylvia Plath, ‘The Rival’

part one

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

read part one here

She felt inadequate.

She felt guilty, ashamed that she’d just up and left without any explanation. He deserved one, an explanation of what was going on in her head that she felt the need to leave. Though, she thought herself to be a coward when it came to that; communication. So now, standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, she still feels inadequate, almost like a cheater– like she’s just wasting his time.

She shakes her head, trying not to notice the defeat on his face. “I– we shouldn’t talk about this tonight. I’m here to support you–”

“–Bullshit,” he spits, fingers running through his damp hair. “You’re fucking me over. Coming here, showing up here… you’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not doing anything! I’m here because I know this is important to you.”

“Yeah? Well, you fucked with my head, again. Like you always do… like you did the last time you left. I mean– fuck. I should hate you. You knew I’d get all pathetic and beg for you to come back to me because when have I ever stood a chance when it comes to you?”

“Harry…” she tries. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking– I only wanted to show some support. I’ll–” she looks around at the empty room, trying to locate her bag. No luck. “I’ll go.”

She turns around. Harry follows.

He lets out a bitter laugh. “Go,” he says, nodding. “You do a fantastic job at that.”

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