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boyfriend!harry.
Now I need y/n to hump a pillow but Harry walked in on her but stay quiet
bet 😵💫😵💫
She had been so turned on all day. Maybe it was because she was nearing her monthly, or maybe it was because Harry hadn’t been home all fucking day to take care of her.
She fucked herself in the bed, in the shower, even used a shower head and it still was not the same as when Harry fucked her. She needed something more than this.
She laid in her bed, playing on her phone with a pillow between her legs as she scrolled mindlessly. She tried so hard to take her mind off of being so turned on all day, but it wasn’t working.
She let out a whine, throwing her phone to the side in defeat. A sigh left her lips as she adjusted her hips, the pillow suddenly hitting against her clit. She let out a soft breath at the sudden feeling.
To contemplate, she didn’t know what to think. Was it the pillow, or was she still so turned on that it just felt good when she moved?
Her eyes bored into the pillow, blinking hard. She looked up at the cracked door, listening to see if Harry had came home yet. She didn’t really know how long it was gonna be till he came home.
Adjusting her hips, she rolled onto her back and placing the pillow between her spread legs. Fucking a pillow? Definitely about to get checked off her list of things she never thought she would do.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her hips started to rock against the pillow as her hands had a tight grip against the cushion to put some force onto her clit.
A moan spilled past her lips, toes curled as she started to hump the pillow slowly. Her clit throbbed, feeling her arousal starting to make a mess in her underwear.
“Oh, harry,” She whined out, pinching her eyes shut tightly, “P-Please, keep fucking me—“ She gulped out, lips parted as she rutted against the cushion harder.
She thought she was alone. She thought she was gonna be able to get away with this, but Harry had came home a few minutes after she started.
Harry didn’t know she was needy. He had no idea. She hadn’t texted him anything dirty today, but she also knew that he was in meetings all day and not to disturb him.
He came in quietly, given it was late and he didn’t know if his lover was even awake at this time. He tiptoed up the stairs quietly, a sigh leaving past his lips as he brushed his curls out of his face.
Sounds of moans bellowed through the hallway, Harry’s brow perking up in curiosity. He approached the bedroom door, peaking through it and his jaw slowly dropped as he saw his girl fucking her pillow.
“Just like that! Fuck!” She whined out. At this point, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she had stripped naked and was on top of the pillow.
Her hips ground against the pillow, her fingers playing with her nipples. Pinching. Flicking. Rubbing. She cried out in pleasure as the cushion rubbed against her clit in ways that she needed.
Harry pressed his forehead against the door frame, his stomach started to twist as he watched his girl get herself off on a pillow. He couldn’t help but watch. Was it weird? No. He didn’t think so. She watched him do almost the exact same thing, and the ending result was her riding his cock until he was blinded by his orgasm.
This wasn’t any different.
He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his fingers rested against the doorknob as she spilled out moans, groans, cusses and even spilling his own name out of her mouth.
“I’m cumming! Fuck me!” She whined out, her body tensing as her fingers met the inside of her mouth. She started to suck her fingers feverishly, riding her orgasm out into the pillow.
Harry’s cheeks were red with arousal. He was so turned on, watching her fuck herself. Her fingers in her mouth while she flicked at her nipples.
He blinked hard, taking a step back from the door before going back downstairs. He didn’t know how to approach her after that, but he was definitely going to bring it up later tonight before he decides to drill her into the bed.
This is truly a masterpiece!! You’ve written it so well that it felt like a movie going on in my head while I was reading . I’m in love with this fic💗💗💗
in which you’re harry’s assistant and harry needs to open his eyes.
a/n: ASSISANT!YN has finally arrived! this took me three weeks and a half to write, so please enjoy and kindly rb with feedback! i’ve had this concept in mind for SO long, and i’m proud of it! this is also inspired by my love for the barcelona pic, pictured on the left, that I think about on the daily along with some thoughts in a dressing room! also picture on the right at the final show is an aspect in the story as well!
also big thank you to my bestie @stylesloveclub for screaming and hyping this up for me while I rave about it, ily!
enjoy a long slowburn of 26.3k words of a friends to lovers fic that’s filled with angst and some smut! genuinely be ready for the angst hehe
COME INTO MY INBOX AND LETS TALKING ABOUT WANT YOU HERE! i’d love to know your thoughts and feedback!
pls rb to share! <3
16 December 2017
The smell of fresh flowers brought allergies to your senses as you shuffled and continuously rubbed your nose with a tissue.
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can we get a fluff blurb? where reader is passed out on the couch after a long day of touring with harry and he carries her to bed? she slightly wakes up and says i love you for the first time?
yes yes saur cute <3
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"She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes!" Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs in the back of the pit. She had spent all night dancing, swaying and having a good time at her boyfriend's show. This was the, hm, 20th? show? She had lost count how many days it's been, but she was always there at the back pit to dance and sing along.
Usually after the show, she could stay up for a couple hours after because of all the adrenaline, but halfway into Kiwi, she felt her body start to tire out. The touring had most definitely caught up to her. She didn't know how Harry could do it. He always had so much energy, but it was weighing on her.
Back at the tour bus, she was waiting for Harry to come meet her so they could go to bed together. Knowing him, he was in his dressing room taking a quick shower before getting back on the bus. It had been about twenty minutes of her laying on the couch, her arm tossed to the side as her heavy eyes started to close into a deep sleep.
She laid on the couch, curled up with her favorite throw blanket as she dozed off into a deep sleep. She didn't know how long she had been asleep for, or even heard Harry--or anybody--come into the bus.
Harry had walked onto the bus, towel in hand as he shook off his wet hair. "Hey, baby--" He called out, but stopped in his tracks as he looked down at the girl that was now passed out on the couch. He let out a soft chuckle at the sight. Her hair was a messy from tossing around, and her lips slightly parted.
"Sleepy baby," He mumbled out as he tossed the towel to the side. He anchored himself down to her height before sliding his arms under her legs and back to pick her up. A grunt left his lips as he used his legs to carry the weight.
Y/N's eyes slightly opened for a moment in a daze. Her arms wrapped around his neck once she had realized it was him. Letting out a small whine, she buried her face into his chest as he carried her to the back of the bus where their bed was.
"Harry," She mumbled softly, pecking his chest lazily in her sleepy state. Harry hummed out softly, placing a soft kiss to her head as he pushed the door open with his hip. "Love you, baby..."
Harry stilled. His tired eyes looking down to his half awake lover in confusion. He couldn't help but break a small smile on his lips, this was the first time she had ever told him that. Thinking about it now, he had never really had a moment in his time with her that he didn't love her. He just knew he loved her. He couldn't recall a moment where he never felt that way.
"I love you too, sweetheart," Harry said softly, blinking hard at the tears in his eyes as he set her down onto the bed. Her body relaxed into the bed, curling up into the blankets that sprawled out. Harry chuckled to himself, gazing down at her in awe.
He really, really did love her.
And he couldn't wait to tell her about how much he loves her when she wakes up in the morning.