MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

Harry just wants to make Y/N feel better… with kisses. lots and lots of kisses.

Harry could sense that something was bothering Y/N. She seemed lost in thought, and her eyes were clouded with worry. He reached out to her and gently took her hand, pulling her close to him. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, hoping to reassure her that everything would be alright.

As Y/N leaned into Harry, he continued to shower her with kisses. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then moved to her nose, before finally settling on her lips. His kisses were tender and loving, each one filled with the desire to make her feel better.

Y/N closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. Harry's touch was always so reassuring, and his kisses had a way of making her feel like everything would be alright. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, and buried her face in his chest.

Harry could feel Y/N worries very slowly melting away as he continued to shower her with kisses. He knew that he couldn't fix everything for her, but he hoped that his love and affection would be enough to ease her mind.

As they held each other, Harry whispered sweet nothings into Y/N’s ear. He told her how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, and how grateful he was to have her by his side. His words were like a balm to her soul, and she couldn't help but smile.

Y/N’s looked up at Harry, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. She leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, and he responded eagerly. Their kiss was filled with passion and love, and they clung to each other as if they were the only two people in the world.

As they broke apart, Harry pulled Y/N’s close again and resumed his reassuring kisses. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally to her lips once again. Y/N’s couldn't help but giggle at his affectionate display, and Harry's heart swelled with joy.

He knew that life could be tough sometimes, but as long as they had each other, they could face anything. Harry continued to press his loving kisses all over Y/N’s face, this time with more pep in his kisses, still given with love but with some added playfulness to it; knowing that he could make her feel better with just a simple touch. And as they held each other close, their love only grew stronger.

"Stop it, Harry!" Y/N protested, trying to stifle her laughter. "You're making me laugh—I’m supposed to be sad."

"That's the point," Harry replied, still smiling as he continued to press kisses all over her face. "I don't like it when you're sad. I want you to feel better, and if I have to kiss you all over your face to make that happen, then so be it."

Y/N couldn't help but feel her heart swell with love for her husband. He always knew how to make her feel better, even on the gloomiest of days. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

They stayed like that for a few moments, lost in each other's embrace, before Y/N pulled away and rested her forehead against Harry's. "Thank you," she whispered. "You always know just what to do."

Harry smiled and pressed one final kiss to her nose. "I love you, Y/N. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

"I know," Y/N replied, leaning in for another kiss. "Thank you."

Can you write a sub y/n subrry and Dom Zayn one shot please let them do something really filthy :)

show me how

summary: zayn teaches an inexperienced harry how to pleasure both him and y/n.

warnings: coarse language, smut, f/m/m threesome, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, praise kink

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik

•••

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Harry glanced at Zayn as he stood on his knees in front of Y/N. His knees were starting to hurt a little because he was kneeling on the floor, but he ignored it and chose to stay quiet. He was a bit nervous and was a bit afraid he was going to embarrass himself because this is the first time he’s ever going to pleasure a woman and this is also the first time he was having a threesome. It made his heart race from anticipation just from thinking about it.

“What do I do?” Harry asked softly, eyeing Y/N’s most intimate parts.

Y/N was leaning back against her hands, looking down at the blushing boy with a small smile playing on her lips. She was excited. She and Zayn had been friends with benefits for a little while now and she knew Harry was one of his friends. She was even a bit surprised when Zayn had told her that Harry asked him to join in because he had always been a shy and reserved person whenever she met up with him, but was still excited anyway. She has a pretty little dress on and lace panties she specifically wore tonight, her dress hiked up her thighs to show her covered cunt.

“Take her panties off.”

Harry glanced at Zayn once more before bringing his hands up, taking the waistband of Y/N’s lace panties before slowly pulling them down her legs. As he took them off, Y/N moved to lay on her back, shutting her eyes when Harry took them off and placed them beside her.

“Taste her.”

Zayn was sitting on a chair beside the bed, his elbow resting on the armrest. He was toying with his lower lip, enjoying the sight in front of his eyes. It was arousing, truly. He had to adjust himself a little because his cock was already growing hard in his pants, biting the inside of his cheek softly when Harry leaned in and stuck his tongue out, running it up Y/N’s slit. As much as he wanted to do that to Y/N as well, he really did want to help Harry and to show him how to do this.

Harry had to hold back a moan when he tasted Y/N on his tongue, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her closer to his mouth. He closed his eyes and started to lick up her arousal, the soft moans she was letting out going straight to his ears. He sucked her clit into her mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking softly. His nails were digging into her thighs softly, leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on her skin. He licked up everything she was giving him, humming and moaning against her from satisfaction.

“Yeah, just like that.” Y/N breathed, reaching out to tangle her fingers in Harry’s soft curls. She gripped them softly, letting moans and whimpers and gasps leave her pretty little mouth. The feeling of Harry’s warm tongue against her was truly pleasurable and she was enjoying every single bit of it. She tightened her thighs around his head ever so often, which he didn’t seem to mind all that much, but she reminded herself to keep her legs open.

“Fuck.” Y/N whispered softly and Zayn’s eyes flickered to her face, eyeing her mouth that had sinful noises spilling out of it. He admired her features and how pretty she was, smiling a little as he watched her.

Zayn got up from the chair he was sitting in, walking over to Harry.

“I didn’t know you were so greedy, Harry.” Zayn grasped Harry’s hair and pulled him off of Y/N, making both of them whimper from the loss. Harry looked up at Zayn, his lips and chin wet with spit and Y/N’s arousal from how messy he had gotten. Zayn smiled down at him and ran his thumb over Harry’s lower lip, pushing his thumb into his mouth after. Harry suckled on it softly and closed his eyes, Zayn’s head lifting up when he heard Y/N speak.

“Please, Zayn.” She pleaded and Zayn pulled his thumb out of Harry’s mouth, pushing his head back towards Y/N’s center. Harry immediately stuck his tongue out again and continued what he was doing earlier, except Zayn was holding him against Y/N this time. His hand was gripping his hair tightly and he was watching quietly as he stood beside him.

“Make her come, yeah? You’re not pulling off until I let you.”

Harry could only nod against Y/N as a reply. His nose bumped Y/N’s clit softly when he moved down to tease her weepy hole with his tongue, whimpering softly when Zayn gripped his hair a bit tighter. Harry’s nails were digging into his own thighs, wanting Y/N to come on his tongue so badly. He was losing his breath though, which Zayn noticed, and he pulled his head back. Harry let out soft pants, admiring Y/N’s went cunt that was slick with his spit and her arousal.

“It doesn’t even seem like it’s your first time doing this, look at what you’re doing to her.” Zayn chuckled softly and Harry’s cheeks grew warm.

“Make her come.” Zayn patted Harry’s cheek and walked away from him, smiling as he leaned down to kiss Y/N. He swallowed the moans and whines she was letting out and he could tell that she was getting close from how squirmy and loud she had gotten ever since they started. Her hand cradled his jaw softly, licking into his mouth. Zayn did the same to her, her taste lingering on his tongue when he eventually pulled away.

“I’m close.” She gasped out and Zayn’s lips curved up into a smile again. He stood up straight and watched Harry again, seeing that his eyes were closed and that he was eagerly licking into Y/N’s pretty little pussy. Y/N’s thighs tightened around Harry’s head but Zayn placed his hand on her knee, pulling them apart again.

“Fuck!” Y/N whined when she finally reached her peak, her back arching up a little. A string of loud moans and profanities and Harry’s name left Y/N’s lips, letting the pleasure wash over her and drown her. Therefore she was left panting when Harry pulled off, sighing dreamily as she tried to come back down from her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath she took, her body relaxing further into the mattress beneath her. She let go of the sheets since she was gripping them pretty tightly, closing her legs as well.

“That was good, Harry. You did good.”

•••

“You’re gonna fuck her now.” Zayn said to Harry. It was like an order, and Harry immediately obeyed for some reason. It showed how submissive he really was, how easily he complied with the things Zayn would say. The fact that he wanted Zayn to teach him as well only added to it. Y/N was quite submissive as well, which he took advantage of whenever they had their nights together. 

Harry gulped quietly as he looked down at Y/N. He had put a condom on and got onto the bed with Y/N while Zayn sat back down on the chair beside the bed. Y/N had taken her dress off as well and it was lying around somewhere in the room. One of Harry’s hands was on Y/N’s knees, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He ran his tip along Y/N’s soaking slit, a shiver running up his spine from the feeling. He eventually started pushing his cock into her weepy hole, letting out a shaky moan as she squeezed around him. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily through his nose, going slowly until his cock was filling her up fully.

“Fuck her, Harry. She likes it rough.” 

Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Zayn before looking down at where he and Y/N connected. He thrusted in and out of her a little bit, both of them letting out a soft moan. He did that a couple more times and eventually made his thrusts a bit faster and deeper, moaning and whimpering shamelessly. He leaned his torso over hers, burying his face in her neck as he fucked into her cunt. He panted against her skin, feeling her legs wrap around his waist.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re f-fucking me so good.” Y/N breathed out, tangling one of her hands in his sweaty curls. The feeling of his cock filling her up to the brim made her head spin and all she could do was moan and whimper. Their warm bodies were pressing up against each other’s, droplets of sweat rolling down their skin. The air around them had gotten warmer and thicker and smelled like sex and sweat the longer they fucked. 

“Fuck her harder.” Zayn said, rubbing himself over his pants softly. He couldn’t resist the urge to not touch himself because the sight in front of him was to die for. His hard cock was straining against his pants but he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to come through a different way. He only palmed himself, watching Harry lean back up onto his knees while proceeding to fuck into Y/N even harder than before. He let out a soft moan as he rubbed himself, letting his eyes fall shut while he just listened to their obscene noises. He let his head tip back, their filthy moans and whines and whimpers going straight to his ears and his cock.

“I’m gonna come, Harry, fuck.” Y/N gasped out and Zayn opened his eyes again, wanting to watch her come again.

“P-please come, I want you to come.” Harry whimpered softly and Zayn groaned softly, shifting in his seat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Y/N said quickly, gripping the sheets as orgasmic pleasure washed over her once more. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing, her stomach was going in spirals, it was like her body had been consumed by the pleasure Harry was giving her. It felt like she was on cloud nine, moaning and whining shamelessly as she came around Harry’s cock, milking him for all he was worth.

“Fuck, you feel so good, oh god.” Harry choked out as he started to come as well, closing his eyes tightly as he emptied himself in the condom. Y/N was squeezing around him so tightly it felt like he could explode, moaning and whimpering shakily.

Eventually, Harry pulled out of Y/N, still blissed out from his orgasm.

“You’re not done yet, Harry.”

•••

“You’re gonna suck me off now, yeah? Get on your knees.” Zayn said and Harry stood there for a couple seconds even after hearing him, blinking with his lips parted.

“Did you hear me?”

“I- yeah, sorry.” Harry gulped and got down on his knees, looking up at him. Y/N was still on the bed, watching quietly with the sheets pulled over her body since it was kind of cold in the room. She was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, her legs kind of feeling like jelly from the two orgasms she just had.

“I’m kind of nervous.” Harry admitted quietly and Zayn laughed a little, tilting his head up.

“Don’t be, I’ll go slow. Uh, hit me if you ever want to stop, okay?” He said and Harry nodded.

“Okay.”

Zayn hastily pulled his pants and his boxers down his legs, the fabric bunching up at his knees. He stroked himself a couple times, moaning softly from the feeling. He looked down at Harry and moved a little bit closer, until his tip prodded at his lips. He placed his hand on the back of Harry’s head when he slowly took him into his mouth, hissing softly from the feeling. His hair fell over his face a little bit as he watched, letting Harry go at his own pace.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He murmured under his breath, letting his eyes fall shut as he took more of him into his mouth. He tipped his head back, his fingers tightening in Harry’s hair. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, moaning softly.

“Teeth,” Zayn said shakily. “Careful with your teeth.” He chuckled breathily.

Harry’s knees were starting to ache a little but he chose to ignore it, tears gathering in his eyes when he choked around his cock softly. He pulled off and coughed a little, apologizing softly until Zayn told him that it was okay and to go slow. He looked up at him before wrapping a hand around his cock, leaning in to take him into his mouth again. He used his tongue this time instead of trying to take him as deep as he could, feeling proud of himself when he heard Zayn groan from above him.

“Good boy.” Zayn breathed, not being able to resist the urge to thrust into Harry’s mouth a little bit. And eventually, Harry let him. He was thrusting into his mouth slowly, moaning and gasping whenever he did. Harry’s mouth was so wet and warm and it was heavenly. Harry was moaning around him, whimpering softly whenever he gripped and tugged at his hair.

“I’m close.” Zayn grunted out, opening his eyes and forcing himself to look down at Harry because he wanted to watch. Harry was now bobbing his head up and down his cock, a few tears falling down his soft cheeks. His own cock was now hard again just from sucking cock, aching with a bit of precum beading at his tip. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah.” Zayn gasped out, holding Harry’s head still against him as he came in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he reached his peak. He was gripping Harry’s hair tightly, making Harry’s scalp hurt a little bit, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Zayn’s knees were threatening to give out a little bit, his entire body leaning into the pleasure. 

He pulled out of Harry’s mouth when he was starting to get sensitive, panting softly as he looked down at him.

Harry smiled, dimples popping in his cheeks.

“Did I do good?”

“Yeah, really good.” Zayn chuckled breathily.

a/n: i chose this concept since this one anon kept asking for it so here you go bae 😭😭 and also thank you for 500 followers!! i love every single one of you so so much 🫶🫂

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Sugar daddy! Harry buys Y/N Christain Louboutons

SMUT - daddy kink

Word count = 3,277

Masterlist

It was a simple agreement that was made. There were still contracts and NDAs Harry had you sign, but you didn’t mind it at all it was worth it.

Not that he would admit it but you had Harry wrapped around your finger. The thing was with Harry because he was such a down-to-earth person on stage and in interviews, people tended to forget he was in fact a billionaire.

He loved cars and would often splash cash on them without a doubt. But there was only so much he could buy himself that he could enjoy. Sure he spoilt his family but he was always wary in relationships not wanting to get taken advantage of.

You weren’t always on the road with Harry but that didn’t mean he didn’t fly you out regularly. Who were you to complain Harry gave you a very generous ‘allowance’ although he’d happily be convinced to go over it.

You didn’t take advantage of Harry or his money but at the end of his day, you were his sugar baby. Plus it was no hassle to keep hold of receipts if Harry wanted you to return anything (not that he'd ever make you).

Harry had flown you out to him in New York and of course, had organised a car to collect you from the airport.

H: Be a good girl and go buy yourself something nice X

Harry had no clue what he was getting himself into when things first started with you both. He didn't want to just throw cash and make you feel 'used', he still valued you, and he was very timid when things began.

Now he'd grown in comfortability and didn't mind being more assertive with you although he always remained respectful. He loved his 'dirty secret', especially as there was a generous age gap.

Once you'd stepped into Harry's empty hotel suite and washed that awful plane smell and feeling off you, that no one liked. Of course, obliging to Harry's text, it was shopping time.

Pretty much being Harry's sugar baby full-time meant no work restrictions, sure a small business on the side just as something to do was fun but you mainly did it as something to keep you busy. With Harry's income, you certainly didn't need a 9-5.

Harry hadn't booked a return flight for Y/N yet, so not being sure what to bring, a large suitcase with all sorts of attire felt suitable. Plus if anything was needed Harry's black platinum American Express card was sure to come in handy.

-

Y/N had spent the whole afternoon at a local shopping centre. I mean it was New York, was shopping going to be a crime? Hardly.

Slipping on a red pair of Louboutins, a very kind sales associate had brought out for her. She walked over to the mirror in her heels turning to see the iconic red bottoms.

She was torn between two pairs, to most people they probably were practically identical but they really were so different. As lovely as the sales associate was saying that both pairs looked as equally as good didn't help.

"Sorry can you give me just a moment I'm just going to send a shot of them to someone"

Having one of each heel on each foot Y/N recorded a short video posing in each style of the shoes and sent it to Harry asking which pair. Bored beyond imagination sat in some meeting he didn't actually need to contribute to, but only his presence was needed. Harry of course responded straight away.

H: Just get both

H: Did you pick up my card or do I need to make a call? X

Y/N frowned reading Harry's second message, heels clicking against the floor leaning to grab her new season Chanel bag to see if she remembered Harry's card. Frowning to find that it wasn't in its usual place.

Y/N: I forgot to pick it up sorry X

H: Consider it sorted

H: I'll send someone with it and they'll bring the bags back to the hotel so you don't have to carry them X

She couldn't help but grin at her phone, score.

Y/N: Thank you daddy X

Harry didn't respond back to her message simply only liked it as an acknowledgement, and carried on spending the rest of the meeting scrolling through the Christian Louboutin website, easily recognising the store and location she was likely in.

Not even looking at the total or thinking twice, knowing her shoe size he picked out another pair texting his assistant to go and run the errand for him.

Y/N was thoroughly pleased when she returned back to the room. There was a knock on the hotel suite door and Y/N was passed three bags, one more than she was expecting.

Not waiting for Harry's presence to open the shoes she took the heels out of the boxes squealing at the third pair Harry had obviously picked out.

As if on cue Harry walked in as she was slipping the third pair on.

Of course, they were a pair of too-tall stilettos, Harry had a thing for them. He enjoyed watching her still look up to him in them despite the inches added to her height by the shoes, or how due to the added height she always had to walk a little more cautiously, which really meant walking slower. So he had more time to take the view in.

"If you're gonna rinse my wallet dry... You've gotta start by emptying my balls dry"

"oh please, I only picked out two" Y/N admired herself in the mirror looking at Harry through the reflection. Well, she wasn't wrong Harry was the one who picked out a third pair, he just couldn't help himself. "Thank you daddy"

Harry smiled at her words, she was always so polite to him.

Y/N wobbled slightly thinking she was going to lose her balance and roll her ankle. Whipping her palms against her top, she took a moment of recomposing herself before she started to walk over to where Harry had chosen to stand.

"Of course you had to pick the highest pair of heels"

Harry only chuckled at her snarky remark, he knew what he was doing.

"If you're struggling that much why don't you get on your knees, won't fall over then will you"

Y/N stripped into her lingerie and then moved one hand on Harry's shoulder to stable herself as she lifted one leg up to remove the red bottom shoes. Harry frowned his eyebrows and limply picked up her, wrist letting it fall.

"And when did I say for you to take them off? I thought I told you to get on your knees?"

She knew the world would kill to be in her position. Many people dreamt of the luxuries of a sugar daddy let alone Harry Styles being one. Following his wishes, Y/N steadily headed onto her knees.

Harry couldn't help but smirk at the view, he'd trained her well.

The Louboutins just added to it. Was there any sexier colour combination than black and red of a loub shoe?

Picking up his thumb Harry traced Y/N's lip a few times before slipping it into her mouth. He enjoyed all elements of their arrangement but watching her on her knees was heaven.

Harry wasn't one to abuse his power or take advantage of it in everyday life. Although he did love his dominance in the bedroom watching such a beauty sink onto her knees was a sight.

Y/N routinely undid Harry's belt and undid his trousers, pulling his boxers down to expose his cock.

For a brief moment, Y/N thought back to the first time she'd blown Harry. She'd only ever fucked people her own age, so sleeping with someone older was thrilling. But when she first pulled his boxers down she was not expecting it to be that thick or long.

She wasn't oblivious she knew people swooned for Harry Styles but she could certainly understand why.

"My fuckin' slut aren't you"

Y/N wasn't able to verbally respond to Harry's comment and instead let out a muffled 'mmh' which manifested its way into a moan around his prick.

She knew exactly how he liked it and that's exactly what she gave to him. Swirling her tongue around the base over and over again, using both hands in circular motions.

Harry enjoyed it the wetter the better

Every now and then she'd remove her mouth from his heavy cock to gain some air and would move her head down licking a stripe across his balls before popping one in her mouth and delicately licking them.

Running his hand up her neck Harry gripped onto the roots of her hair pulling her off him completely. Due to the big size of it, being fully erect Harry's cock practically slapped her in the face as he jerked her mouth away, not that she minded.

Tightening his grip Harry jacked her head upwards to look at him. She rather enjoyed it when Harry had a 'mid' amount of stubble, it always made him look so much older and mature.

Her mascara was smudged all across her watering eyes from deep-throating Harry's member, she was like a beautiful messy piece of art, his masterpiece.

With that thought entering his mind, still kept one hand wrapped in her hair keeping her put. Harry lent down.

Truthfully Y/N thought Harry was wanting a kiss, something he'd regularly gesture. But when he sharply with his spare hand forced her jaw to open and tongue to fall our Harry degradingly spat very messily onto it.

He waited a moment before releasing her jaw. His harsh hands causing the outlines of his fingers to stain her cheeks, admiring the spit that graced her mouth. Then once he was satisfied he let her swallow it.

Y/N repositioned herself letting out a faint whisper of discomfort. Her panties were sticky against her hot cunt but the main pain was from the patient heels digging in.

They certainly weren't made for comfort let alone this.

"Wha' "

"My shoes are digging in daddy"

At this moment Harry couldn't give a fuck, subconsciously he knew later he'd probably get her some new Louis Vuitton slippers or something for comfort because he was a softie really. But right now, as his testosterone was in full play he didn't care.

"Is now really a time to be ungrateful? After I've been so kind and spoilt you huh? Never is enough for you is it?"

Not wanting to hear her beg Harry shoved his oozing cock back into her wet mouth rather ramming into it. Y/N hand moved onto Harry's thigh leaving little crescent moons from her fingernails digging in, trying to steady herself.

"Tha's it fuckin' take it"

But Harry had no plans of stopping, it just felt so fuckin' good all wet and warm. She always took him so deep when she let him fuck her throat. Harrys eye's opened from the blissful feeling to find her eyes already looking up at him, he could have sworn his balls tightened at the sight. She really needed to wear heels blowing him more often.

"Bloody look so good in those fuckin shoes-" He moaned.

Harry was thankful that he had a hotel suite so there were no chances of a noise complaint. He was always loud in bed with her he couldn't help it, but then again so was she.

Knowing he was close Harry's back arched as he grunted deeper he arched his back in hopes to fuck himself further into her aching mouth. Y/N's throat was going to be so sore tomorrow morning.

Y/N could taste the precum starting to turn saltier as Harry's thighs tensed.

Knowing the closeness was nearing Harry pulled himself out of her mouth and slapped his cock against her lips, spreading the white sticky liquid all over her face that escaped his pink glistening tip.

Harry's head was thrown back in the air and his chest rapidly breathing in and out coming down from the high. Y/N took the opportunity to run her thumb across her lips to remove a large amount of Harry's cum.

Although due to the amount of it.

It really didn't do much, a tissue or a makeup wipe was needed or just something to get the sticky substance off. Leaning forward on her hands to swing out her legs Y/N stood up frowning from the pain in her feet.

Pulling them off after finishing sucking Harry off seemed like a solid reward for her actions.

"Did I not tell you earlier, fuckin' leave them on until I say otherwise"

"I thought we were done?" Y/N questioned

Harry's half-hard cock began to harden more as they spoke. He had decided to mount the bed as she was turned around.

So when she moved back around to face him she was met with Harry sitting on the edge of the bed slowly jerking off his cock that was partially covered in his own cum.

"Think I'd fly you to New York for just a blowie?"

Truthfully she should have known better. Pouting her lips still dressed in her lingerie Y/N wobbled back over to Harry.

"Was gonna be good and fuck you on the bed, but I don't know where this attitude has come from"

Y/N just huffed and rolled her eyes, exactly proving Harry's point. She hated when she wasn't doing something and then was accused of it which caused her to then do it.

"Watch it Y/N"

Feeling frustrated by Harry's sudden criticism Y/N threw out her arms practically gesturing 'what the fuck'. Knowing a 'temper tantrum' in Harry's words would be coming next. Before she got a chance to speak, he dropped his cock and leaned forward grabbing Y/N turning her around and pulling her into him.

Harry's breathing was hot against Y/N's neck. She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her back. Knowing she'd stay positioned like this Harry removed an arm and snaked down tucking his hand into her wet panties.

"Has Daddy not looked after you enough ey', he buys you all these things but nothing compares to his cock huh?"

Knowing your body like the back of his hand Harry took his middle and ring finger to start rubbing your clit. Y/N couldn't help but moan at the feeling, lifting her hips against Harry's hand.

Her clit was always over sensitive especially when it had been a few days. Harry was able to make her cum quite literally in under two minutes if he wanted to.

Y/N's head leaned more into Harry as her body curved forward at the pleasure rolling against Harry's hand. She'd begun to let out little 'Ah' high-pitched moans signally to Harry she was close. Knowing the exact point Harry withdrew his hand.

"Huh?"

"Went out without my card and left it there for bloody anyone to take, and you've kept on trying to take your shoes off Daddy brought you. None of that's kind is it?"

Desperate for release Y/N picked up Harry's hand to shove it back into her panties although much to her disappointment Harry didn't move it at all

"Daddy please c'mon I was so close H"

Removing his hand for the second time Harry leaned back against the bed causing Y/N to stumble forward.

"Don't care, if you want to get off so badly you'll have to do it yourself"

Y/N knew exactly what Harry meant and wanted. 'Fucking prick' she thought as she bent over stripping herself of her lingerie giving Harry a full view of her behind,

Smugly watching her actions knowing she'd understood what he meant Harry wriggled back to the edge of the bed sat on the end of it with his legs dangling off and began pumping his once again rock-solid cock.

Y/N threw her hair over one shoulder before moving backwards sticking her arse out, lifting herself up and reaching a hand behind her to guide Harry's cock into her dripping cunt.

These stilettos were killing her as she bounced up and down. It certainly wasn't the worst punishment Harry had given her but this was certainly more of the 'pathetic' ones. Firstly not being able to see him. Which wasn't too bad as she loved the feeling of reverse cowgirl but would much rather watch Harry's moaning face.

But having to be stood on her achy feet it was just a petty punishment from Harry.

Not wanting to be in that position any longer than she needed to be just desperately wanting to cum Y/N began rubbing her puffy clit causing her head to roll to the side from the pleasure, but also caused her to stop bouncing, selfishly focus on her on release.

"Don't stop" Harry grunted

Y/N leant forward whining and began her movements again but this time far more slowly "Didn't say you weren't allowed to touch your clit, m' not that mean c'mon know you're close doing so good yeh' "

With her fingers circling her clit and Harry's words Y/N couldn't help but clench down on Harry with one hand gripping his thigh as she came down. The pressure of Y/N's warmth wrapping itself around his cock caused Harry to follow shortly behind her.

Y/N fell backwards exhaustingly against the bed once Harry had pulled out and gotten off the bed. Harry deliberately walked past a pair of boxers that were on the side and decided not to slip them on.

Walking over to Y/N's tired eyes shut figure. Harry stood in front of her tracing the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart watching the combination of both of their cum drip out of her, moaning at the sight.

He couldn't help but reach forward swiping a finger up to collect it causing Y/n to let out a sensitive whimper. "Shh, jus' one more f' me yeh. Be daddy's girl n' take one more"

Still coming down from her previous orgasm Y/N could only nod.

Wincing at his own cum covered cock Harry picked up his tender prick and pushed it into Y/N's pussy.

His thrusts were tragic compared to his normal sharp pace. Harry loved overstimulation as much as he loved edging. But he defiantly got more and more sloppy fucking her the more times he'd cum.

He knew not to be too rough with Y/N at times like this, she was always tired after cumming hard especially when Harry made her work for it.

But it was times when Harry was more gentle fucking her that Y/N felt like she could feel him more. Maybe it was because he was slower and deeper.

"Please daddy - I can't"

Harry knew he wasn't going to last long having cummed two times himself already so he deepened his thrusts before spurting into her cunt for the final time.

Knowing that Y/N would be feeling extremely sore being fucked raw countless times. Harry allowed himself to fully soften before removing himself "shh I know all done yeh' all done hmm" God, did she look fucked out

Her hair was a mess across the bed, mascara which was only a little smudged previously now stained her cheeks. ThighsHer thighs were permanently shaking, her tits were still hard from the cool air in the hotel room. Her pussy was a cum covered mess, but Harry knew better than to clean it up straight away knowing she'd shy away needing a moment still.

So he decided to delicately slip her Heels off and placed them back into the box, being very satisfied with his purchase.

kryptonite

in which y/n smokes weed (sometimes) and she thinks her dealer is super cute, and harry always gives her a little extra because she’s sweet

word count: 8.2k

pairing: plug!h and y/n

warning: if you are uncomfortable with the use of drugs, please do not continue reading!! i DO NOT want to see any messages in my inbox that talk of ‘glamourizing’ this drug. if you don’t like it-> don’t read it. mentions of bullying, peer pressure, 

author’s notes: the second and final part to this fic will be posted next week, feb. 02 at 8am pst.

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Harry hated parties. 

Admittedly, they were a third of his source of income, but unless it wasn’t a gathering exclusively composed of his close circle, he didn’t want anything to do with it. They were too loud and sticky, messy and smelly. Red solo-cups littered at every available corner, half filled with Coca-cola, vodka, and the occasional sad, cigarette butt. Scantily clad girls and ‘discreet’ boys that didn’t know how to read body language that clearly screamed ‘I’M NOT INTERESTED!’. It just all got his nerves because half the time he knew they were only using him to get reduced prices on the marijuana he spent ample time on growing. 

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Intimacy

An anxious!reader fic.

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been intimate with someone in a long time, which makes her nervous about having sex with Harry for the first time.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: anxiety, smut (featuring soft dom!harry, fingering, thigh riding, oral - m receiving)

A/N: This is one last idea (for now) that I had for the anxious!reader universe. Lots of smut, but it’s very soft and sweet and full of love :)

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His hands. Y/N can’t stop staring at his hands.

There are a lot of things she finds attractive about Harry. Too many. It’s actually maddening how one person can have so many attractive qualities. Lately, her brain has decided to fixate on his hands. They’re pretty and elegant, strong and masculine.

His long fingers are often decorated with an ornate collection of rings. Sometimes his nails are painted with vibrant colours; other times, they’re unpainted but still clean and neatly trimmed. She can often see the veins that travel up the backs of his hands into his toned arms. He moisturizes them well too, so they rarely look dry.

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RAIN DANCE

Harry and Y/N slow dance in the rain.

Harry and Y/N left the restaurant, hand in hand, and headed towards their car parked in the nearby lot. As they walked, the rain began to fall heavily, drenching them both.

She laughed as the raindrops hit her face, and Harry couldn't help but smile at the sound. At first, they hurried to get to their car, but as they approached it, Harry grabbed Y/N’s hand and stopped their walk suddenly and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Dance with me," Harry said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was serious. She giggled but didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her husband's neck. As they started to sway to the sound of the rain, they forgot about everything else around them.

Their bodies moved as one, perfectly in sync with each other. The rain soaked through their clothes, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other's arms.

"I love you so much," Harry whispered into Y/N’s ear, his lips brushing against her skin.

"I love you too, Harry," Y/N replied, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

The rain continued to fall, but the couple didn't want to stop dancing. They moved together, their bodies in sync with the rhythm of the rain. They felt like they were the only two people in the world. The rain fell harder, but they didn't mind. It only added to the beauty of the moment.

Harry spun Y/N around, causing her to let out a surprised giggle. They continued to dance, completely lost in the moment.

"I never want this moment to end," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Neither do I," Y/N replied, her eyes locked with Harry's.

As the song in their heads came to an end, Harry pulled Y/N close again, their foreheads touching.

"I never want to let go of you," Harry said, his voice filled with emotion.

"You don't have to," Y/N replied, tightening her grip around Harry's neck.

Their slow dance had turned into a passionate embrace, their bodies pressing against each other as if they never wanted to let go. The rain continued to fall around them, but they were lost in their own world.

"Let's stay like this forever," Harry said, his lips brushing against Y/N neck.

Y/N smiled, knowing that this moment would stay with them for eternity. They may have been soaked to the bone, but they were more in love than ever before.

"God, I love you," Harry said, a grin overtaking his wet face.

Y/N smiled and leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting passionately in the rain. They broke apart, both grinning like teenagers.

"I love you too. But I do reckon we should get in the car before we catch a cold," Y/N said, still breathless from the kiss.

"Quite the romantic, you are, Love," Harry replied, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead to soften the teasing words.

As they finally pulled away from each other, Harry took Y/N hand and they walked towards their car, their hearts overflowing with love. Hand in hand, they knew they would never forget this moment of pure love and bliss. And of course, the rain may have soaked them, but their love had indeed kept them warm.