I Love Arm

i love arm

This crazy thing called love. || 4

Authors Note: Hey!! Here is part 4 of this crazy thing called love. I hope you all enjooy it. The other parts can be found here.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

You can find my blurb Master list HERE

|| Harry || “What can I say about love? It can be one of the immeasurable experiences and it can be one of the gravest, it all depends on who you ask. I’ve spent my time in my office attempting to write this article with tear-stained cheeks and a bit of a broken heart myself. Many people have investigated the same question over and over again, ‘what is love?’ And here I am, to tell anyone reading. Love is something that takes you by surprise, it isn’t always easily perceived, it is sometimes concealed behind a sheer coat of denial. It awakens your soul and annihilates the demons inside you, it makes your head spin in an astonishing way, it makes you feel on top of the world, even if you’re at the bottom. Love is peering into someone’s eyes and recognizing nothing but contentment. Their eyes aren’t just a shade, they’re something so indescribable that you just want to fall into them with every breath you take. Love is being able to take a piece of his cake without him whining or moaning that you’re cramping his style, it’s being able to stumble across the pavement while a little bit tipsy and not having to worry about anything besides the fact the two of you are blissfully making fools of yourselves.

Love is seeing someone at their most vulnerable, weakest stage and still only seeing the strong individual they are. It is looking past the insecurities and the flaws and still loving the person and loving each and every imperfection.

Love is being contented with forever changing when you meet the one, the one that will take your world by storm and turn it upside down in the most beautiful way possible. Love is giving someone the opportunity to possess your heart in their steady hands and trusting them enough not to pulverize it with every fibre of their body. It is gratifying their hands to act like the ribcage outlining your most vital and vulnerable organ, the heart. Conceding someone’s hands to wholeheartedly seize you at your every weakness and breach your every defence and not having to worry that those same hands will turn from their pure gold form to crisp black weapons of destruct. Love is granting the other person everything, entrusting them with your secrets, your life, your insecurities, and your apprehensions in hope they won’t use them against you but cherish them and hold them close.

Love is two souls that are correlated on a level as if they are one, they’re two peas in a pod, two best friends that want nothing but the best for each other, two souls that feel the same spark, flame, and connection, two souls that will always stand by each other through the good times and the bad.

Love is what I have for my best friend, and I don’t mean the kind of love that is platonic, I mean the character of love that enkindles a burning in my soul, the sort of love that I’d fight heaven and earth just to be able to welcome. Sometimes, it doesn’t hit us in the way we suspect, sometimes it is nonchalant before abruptly hitting us all at once. It hit me while sitting in a coffee shop, his eyes undividedly focused on a row of cakes, I viewed the way his brows knitted together and his lips pursed together into a straight line while he attempted to figure out what he wanted. I never thought the day would come where I’d pay so much attention to the way someone stands and decides on a sweet, but that day I did. When I look at him, I don’t perceive the same man the world sees, I understand a man with a heart of gold, a man that entitles me to steal pieces of his food even though it was intended for him, I perceive a man who takes his coffee strong, but won’t complain if it isn’t made to his perfection; I see a man that will walk four blocks to meet me, just to see me for a few minutes, I notice a man that any woman would be lucky to have as their husband and the father of their children. I see a man that slipped through my fingers while I wasn’t looking.

This crazy thing called love has erupted a raging inferno inside me that has spread through me like wildfire, it has become a blessing and a curse. I feel it in the tips of his fingers when his hands are pressed to me, I feel it between the scent of his cologne and the fabric of his jacket when it graces over me graciously in the cold; I feel it encrypted between every lyric he shows me while biting his bottom lip while awaiting my opinion, most importantly, I feel it when I am around him. I feel it all over me, from the tips of my toes all the way up my body, I feel it when I look into his brilliant eyes and when his smile lights up the darkest of days. This crazy thing called love is a treacherous slope that I would fall down every day if it meant his welcoming arms and smile would be at the bottom ready to help me out.”

I stare at the article she wrote, a piece of work that has somehow managed to revolve itself around me; I don’t need to finish the piece to know that the feelings between the two of us are not platonic or strictly best friends.

I gaze at my car keys in front of me, my foot patting nervously against my floorboards as I contemplate on what I should do. Do I go find her and tell her how I feel? Do I let her go?

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watermelon6ugar

3 years ago

“I miss your dick” texts for all the tropes mayb?😏🥵

ceorry:

yn: i miss your dick

h: come to the office right now, ill let Dorothy know you’ll be coming and she’ll cancel my meetings for the next couple of hours

yn: couple of hours?

h: if i get you in this office, im stripping you and pressing you up against this window until your legs can’t hold you up anymore

yn: be there in an hour, dropping the babies off with you mum

h: ill be waiting pet…

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mlbrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: [ 2 attached images]

yn: fuck

h: like that, mama? gonna give it to you as soon as i get home

yn: look so good. love seeing that wedding ring on your hand when it’s wrapped around your cock

h: never take it off, baby. can you facetime

yn: no, im at your moms with the kids

h: go in the bathroom, please show me your tits - miss you so much ☹️

cheatrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: do you, puppy?

yn: been thinking about it all day

h: what about

h: hey, come on now. don’t get all shy on me lovie

yn: thinking about you down my throat with your hands in my hair

h: fuck darling, can’t wait to get you all squirmy and horny in my bed later

yn: can you come home now?

yn: if you can’t it’s fine, i know you’re busy at work

h: on my way now pup

gangrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: im literally downstairs, come sit on it brat

yn: come to me

h: get your ass down here, it won’t be good for you if i have to come up there

yn: no

h: last chance

yn: fuck u

h: you won’t miss my cock when your throat’s gonna be aching for days after i fuck it

h: coming up now

vamprry

yn: i miss your dick

h: pay attention to your class.

yn: been thinking about how big it is

h: enough pest.

yn: how heavy it feels in my mouth

h: I do not appreciate your language. i would like you to stop.

yn: how it is always a bit of a stretch when you push in

h: im going to sink my teeth into your throat as soon as I see you

deafrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: can have it whenever baby. be back at the frat in about twenty

yn: already in your bed waiting

h: are you wearing anything?

yn: nope

h: be home even sooner

h: better have your legs spread already because my mouth is going right on your cunt as soon as i get there

influencerry

yn: i miss your dick

h: i miss your tits

yn: miss your mouth on me

h: miss your arse jiggling when i fuck you from behind

yn: 😢

h: ill be home in two weeks, honey bee

yn: stop grabbing your crotch when youre on stage 😠

h: why? youre the only one getting it

yn: you turn yourself on i swear

h: lies

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watermelon6ugar

3 years ago

masterlist.

by honeytryst.

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

* = mature content

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RANDOM

harry as tags on my posts that have made me chuckle

one direction as greek gods/goddesses

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SERIES

sunflower. | surprise; | savior;

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

wild card. | wild flare.

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

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ONE-SHOTS

winter flakes.

where the holiday season brings upon a terrible first impression.

permanent lovers.

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

edge of the universe.

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

past lovers.

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

xx.

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

fame.

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

missing piece.

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

feline.

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

don’t feel bad.

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

miss you.

where y/n loses harry’s rose ring.

housewarming gift.*

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

night terrors.

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

soft skin.

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

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SHORTER STORIES

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

y/n breaks her ankle

harry is ill and y/n comes down with something

y/n worries that harry feels under pressure

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

gift wrapping … and harry saves xmas

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watermelon6ugar

2 years ago

TITTY FUCKING🗣🗣🧎🏼‍♀️

i love titty fucking omg lets GOOO 🤪 (this was made at 7:53 in the morning, so good morning to all the horny ones out there)

Harry sat over her chest, both legs on either side of her torso while his hands clutched her titties tightly in his hand. His arousal was spread across her chest, making a sloppy wet mess on her glistening skin.

“That’s right, fuckin’ hell,” He breathed out as his hips sputtered on her skin. She tilted her head back, staring up at him with a smirk as she watched him thrust his aching cock between her breasts.

Her titties smothered his cock perfectly, and he loved the way it felt. With each thrust, precum leaked down from the red tip of his cock, oozing down to her skin for more lubrication and easier thrusting.

“You like fucking my titties, baby?” She coo’d as her hands gently glided down his thigh, running her fingers over the tiger tattoo that stared furiously back at her.

“Y-Yeah, love it so fuckin’ much,” He breathed out hotly, his jaw slack as he continued to fuck his throbbing length between her sopping wet titties, “Make me feel so good, god, you are so perfect,”

“Yeah?” She mumbled as her hands cupped the underside of his balls, starting to slowly massage them. They were hard in her hand, twitching with each thrust.

“God damnit!” He hissed, his ring cladded fingers groping her breasts tightly. He spread them apart for a moment, jiggling them quickly. He spit down onto his cock, a long string dribbling down before lathering his cock.

He went back to suffocating his cock with her breasts, watching his cock disappear between her titties with each thrust. Her skin had apparent marks from his clutch, showing that she was owned by him and only him. As if it wasn’t the hickeys that he left all over her titties from foreplay that gave away the hint.

“Titties feel so good, baby, oh my god,” He whined out, a thin layer of sweat across his forehead as his thighs started to shake from the pleasure.

“You wanna cum for me, Harry?” Her voice oozed like honey, melting down her lips. Harry felt his cock twitch, his eyebrows pinched tightly in concentration.

“G-Gonna cum, y-yeah…” He panted breathlessly as his head hung low, his brown curls falling into his face to cling to his forehead.

She drew her hand around his thigh, all the way to his ass as she groped onto it tightly. She loved his ass, and he always loved when she grabbed it too. Felt so good to him, made him feral even.

“Cum on my face, then, baby. Wanna taste it.” She chose her words carefully, knowing that Harry would do just about anything to her this close to climax. If she asked him to fuck her face, his cock would be down her throat before she could finish her sentence.

“Oh my god, what you do to me,” He said in a half chuckle, a growl rutting through his throat to follow after. He pinched her nipples, both of them, rubbing his fingers all around them slowly as he pulled his cock from between her tits.

She took his cock into her hand, her tongue drawing out of her mouth as she started to work his cock quickly. It was heavy in her hand, she felt his veins prominently poke out with each stroke.

Harry stared half lidded down at her, muttering curse words from under his breath. She looked so fucking hot with her tongue out, just waiting for him to cum all over her tongue and lips. Harry could barely stand it.

“Baby, I—I’m cumming—“ His voice came out a whine as he leaned his body over her, his hand grabbing onto the headboard of the bed as his eyes pinched shut tightly. His stomach was on fire feeling her edge him till he spilled.

His hips started to sputter, his balls tightening as he came hard from his red tip. Harry let out a loud growl, hitting the wall with his hand as his ass sank down onto her torso in mercy.

Looking down, he saw the cum that landed onto her tongue, but dripped down onto her chin and even some on her throat.

She swallowed, but not without taking the taste in first. She loved the way he tasted, and wanted more of it.

Her tongue lapped up the spillage from her chin, swallowing that before leaning forward and taking his soft cock into her mouth to clean it gently.

Harry hissed at the feeling, he was spent, and overstimulated. She let off his cock with a small pop, her hand running up and down his thigh slowly as she looked up at him.

“Good boy, baby.”

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watermelon6ugar

7 months ago

You know you want it…

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watermelon6ugar

3 years ago

daddy!harry fucking you awake in the morning, your laying on your stomach with Harry’s hand holding you down on your lower back pounding into you. When you wake up your a moaning mess trying to grind your ass back into his cock trying to match his rhythm he then ask “you like daddy using your little body like this for his own pleasure don’t you princess? “And all you can do is nod and try to form a sentence but your so overwhelmed with wanting to cum you can’t , all you can do is moan.

i forgot how to breathe reading this

once again if youre 12 pls dont read lmao

“Move”

Rating: NC-17 (smut)

preview:

The evening was hot and muggy, the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck, regret filling your mind about how long it took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon. Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.

“You don’t happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the hair ties would come back.

He glanced at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on your skin.

“Think you look gorgeous”, his nose skimmed the side of your neck, letting your hair fall back down and his hand snaked over the back of your neck. It was cold from him holding his drink and you let out an approving sigh, your head lulling back in search for more. He was still planting wet kisses on your neck and rubbed his thumb on your skin, one more sweet kiss before he pulled away.

“Ugh” you grumbled and dipped into your small purse, in search of any relief, a rubber band would do right now. You wouldn’t care if it pulled at your roots or broke it, you were about to ask the waitress at the bar for a knife to cut it all off. Taking a deep breath in when you closed your purse, you moved your huge mane of hair to one side of your shoulder, letting it cascade down the front of your chest.

“Sorry, love”, his hand moved down the center of your back, rubbing circles on your spine, “all the more reason for me to grow mine back”, his smile was halfway on his face, sipping at his ‘Old Jamaican’ drink he was so insistent on, because “We always have rum and coke, love. We are in Jamaica, we are trying something new, right?”

“Can think of another reason why”, you smirked and took a small sip from your drink, knowing he was thinking about it when his hand paused for a minute on your back.

“The first night I had this you told me it was easier to pull on”, he smirked and took another sip, his lips curling over his teeth as he swallowed, “less tangles for you to get stuck in when I’m eatin’ you” he said so blasé and monotone you wanted to ignore the tingle between your legs, but he had this power over you. Of course you two were best friends and did basically everything together, and he turned you on as much as you made him crazy, but he was just talking right now, and you should not be pressing your thighs together. There was nothing sexual in his tone but the way he lookedright now – all tanned from being on the beach and doing nothing else all week, and smelling like coconut, alcohol and him – it was driving you into thoughts you should not be having.

Before you could say anything, the club that Damian Marley was playing at started to fill drastically, people packing in all around you and you were both stuck in the middle, dirty thoughts subsided when you started chatting with a woman next to you. She was nice, and charming, and you thought nothing more than a sweet stranger until she took a couple of glances up at Harry. Her eyes sparkled and flickered back down to you, as if you didn’t see it. Your jealousy shouldn’t be spiked but you’ve had a drink now and you were ready to throw punches if needed.

“Harry, love”, you turned to him after pausing your conversation with the stranger, rubbing your hands up the thin fabric of his sleeveless baggy shirt. Glancing up at him you made yourself known to the woman behind you when you kissed his jaw, rubbing your hand over his stomach.

“Mmmm?” he moaned in approval at your lips touching his face, half lidded eyes peering down at you.

“Can you get me another drink?” you held up your now empty glass (you gulped it down after a jealous conversation) , peering up at him.

“Course”, he kissed your temple and took your empty glass, “don’t go far”, he turned on his heel and nodded to the woman next to you, swiftly moving towards the bar between people. It was like he was Moses parting the red sea; people just parted for him like he wasn’t asking.

The crowd started to move in a bit more, you turned to look over your shoulder to find Harry because the ‘holding his place’ thing was getting a bit too much since people were starting to give you the side eye. But you found Harry’s eyes quickly and he smiled just a bit at you, holding the drinks steady in his hands. Again, he wasn’t even asking but people just seemed to move for him without the slightest bit of anger.

“Here ya go, pretty lady”, he handed you your drink held up his, and you joined him in a friendly ‘cheers’ clink of your glasses. The both of you took a sip and smiled at each other, your hand running through his hair.

“You look so handsome”, you said over your glass.

“Shush”, he grabbed your wrist and held a kiss to the bottom of your palm, the woman who was behind you must have been eyeballing him because he glanced her way, then back down at you, smirking – a laugh coming from his nose and hitting your skin.

“Don’t think your new friend likes us very much”, he let go of your wrist and your hand traveled down his toned chest, resting on his navel.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful”, his eyes traveled from your head slowly, scanning your neck that he’s left so many love bites on, the shoulders he bites and massages, your chest, stopping at your breasts and he bit his lip.

“Perv” you stifled out a laugh and turned towards the stage, but his eyes were still burning into you. He reached your ass and then – what was that?

His eyes searched through the slit of your dress, just to look at that again. What was that? Was it a tattoo? A gold tattoo? Of a … sparrow? On your thigh? He needed to see this. Needed to see a bit of territory that was his now marked with something that piqued his interest. When did she put this on, and was it there for him to find it?

He started to reach down with his fingers when the lights turned all the way off; the only lights that turned back on were on the stage. People started to cheer and so did you, your hands cupping your mouth when you let out an approving and excited squeal.

He wanted nothing more than to watch you now, watch you sing along and dance, and to hold you in front of him when a slow song came on. He wanted to enjoy this concert because it was a fucking Marley and this was once in a lifetime, but he was not forgetting the flash of gold on your thigh that caught his eye. He was going to enjoy this concert and the fact that he was not known at all here in Jamaica, and how good of a time you two were having on vacation. Taking a sip of his drink he followed you with your approving yells when Damian came out, followed by a few other people. The concert started and he was distracted, but not enough to look for this hidden gem later on.

Four songs in and the entire venue was filled with people, traces of lingering cannabis smoke which made you a bit dizzy when mixed with your already intoxicated self, Damian on stage going between songs and just straight up jamming with the band like right now, where it was so packed that you were forced to stand in front of Harry. His hands had snaked down to your waist as to hold on to you if you were to walk away he wouldn’t lose you, but you have no idea where you would go in this atmosphere, and you didn’t want to go anywhere. Your head lulled back onto his chest during a particularly slower song, his hands wrapping their way around your sweaty stomach, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Harry”, you reached up and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, sweat covering your palm as you rubbed the smooth skin.

“Sweetheart”, he kissed up your neck, little nibbles and licks here and there.

“Love you”, you reminded him, and even though it was a drunk thought, it was a real thought. And he knew that.

“Someone’s having a good time”, he hummed and smiled against your skin, pulling your sweaty back to his chest. He swayed with you for a while and you kept your hand on his neck, the two of you safely intertwined into the music, and each other. It was something you never wanted to get sick of, and somewhere you always wanted to be. No matter how hot and sweaty you were, or how your makeup was probably dripping and your hair a frizz ball, he was enamored still, and that made you fall even harder for him. You had to face him, you had to kiss his lips, and let him know how much you really, really, felt about him.

Turning around your eyes met his, his lids at half mass under his glossy and slightly red eyes which brought out the green even harder. He studied your face for a minute and bit his lip in curiosity as you played with the sweaty pieces of hair on the back of his neck. You wanted to drink him in, to soak up this moment – the moment you knew you really truly realized you had handed over your heart to him.

“S’matter”, he slurred out of those beautifully wet red lips, one eyebrow shot up out of curiosity.

“Just… love you”, you brushed the top of his sweaty head, “probably forever”, and before he could have a chance to respond, and before you could look into his eyes for a response of any kind, your lips sank onto his. He accepted quickly, his hands snaking into the soaking locks until he was able to grip the back of your head, a handful of hair wound through his fist lightly, tugging gently. He had better leverage this way, and he was able to explore more skin

His lips parted from yours and he inhaled, attacking your jugular and kissing sweetly down your neck.

“So much”, he slurred under his drunkenly high state, “love you”, he said it backwards, but you knew he meant it.

It felt like hours that the two of you were embracing this long. You were quite literally shoulder to shoulder with seven or eight other people who were just as into their own thing as you were. No one was paying attention to anyone, the vibe was so relaxed, so raw, and under these lights, in this heat, with these vibes – it was also unmistakably sexy.

The band started to pick up from the random jam, a small beat coming through. It was slow at first, but when Damian started to chant something about his father, you were woken from your trance. You hadn’t noticed that you were now gripping onto Harry like your life absolutely depended on it, your cheek pressed up against his chest so hard that you probably caused a red mark to form. You blinked a bit and licked your lips, wiggling a bit.

You also hadn’t noticed that Harry’s hands had got considerably closer to your bum, the heat from the evening sticking his palms on your dress. You didn’t notice that he was fiddling with the fabric on your dress, and you reallydidn’t notice that he was holding you steady – with one leg between your legs. You felt your entire body get hot when you came to your senses and could feel everything again. You could smell him, his sweat mixed with him and his cologne, along with the vibrations of his chest when he hummed along.

The overwhelming sense of the button on his jeans was rubbing dangerously close to your slick core, his thigh pressing just slightly up in-between your legs every other time his soft sways leaned all of his weight on one leg. Trembling, you realized you needed more. Your hands traveled from his neck down to his back, until it rested on his lower back.

He stilled when your fingers pressed into the back of his jeans, pulling him closer into your chest. Wordless, you glanced up at him and he looked down at you like it was in slow motion. Lifting your leg, you watched his eyes and he inhaled through his teeth when you properly mounted yourself flush on the thick of his thigh muscle, pressing down a bit.

Just then you heard what was going on behind you. The band was playing a melody that egged you on even farther. It was reggae but it was in true Damian form with a harder rock undertone, the bass driving you both insane. You sat up against him and he pulled you up by the waist, his hand around your thigh, thumb rubbing on the gold sparrow he had found earlier. It was sweaty and falling off a bit from his contact, but he was still very intrigued.

“Did you want me to find this, little one? Wearing one of my tattoos on your thigh so daddy could find it?” he growled into your ear and the moment he said ‘daddy’, you knew, for a fact, you were fucked.

“Want you to fuck it off of me”, you said unto his ear and he only shifted harder forward, guiding your hips so that you were bucking into a rhythm onto his thigh, whimpers leaving your mouth as your clit rubbed against his thigh bone. His hand snaked around the back of your head and he pulled again, this time a little harder, exposing your neck to him. One arm was gripping your thigh, the other on your head as he pulled you closer, attaching his lips to your neck.

“Want everyone to see you fuckin’ my thigh? Hmmm? Dirty girl you are…” he groaned when your other leg brushed against his length as you rubbed up again, pressing your core so hard onto his leg it was almost painful, “get wha’ you need, little one… then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’ be able to move”, he challenged, biting the bottom of your ear.

“Harry… oh god”, you gasped out and he held your head back, his lips removed from your skin.

“Wanna watch you cum all over my leg”, he bit his bottom lip and peered down at you, watching you rock back and forth, not sure if the moisture that already formed was from his sweat or from your own desires – but the thought of the smell of sex in the air with people in such close proximity made you climb to your high quickly, a whimper and a squeal leaving your lips. He kissed you then, deep and passionate, wrapping the other arm around you, biting your lip as he pulled away, taking it with him.

“Not too loud, kitten”, he pressed, “don’t want to get caught, do you?” his thumb brushed up against your bottom lip and you shook your head no. He was still gripping the back of your head and your hands pressed against his hard chest, digging into the fabric that covered his flesh when you felt yourself shake.

“Ride me harder”, he pulled you close and kissed your jaw, his other hand flush on your ass, now.

“Harry!” you squealed breathlessly when he pressed his thigh up harder onto you, your slow and rhythmic grinding became static and short, fistfuls of his shirt in your hands as you came undone, gurgling and sputtering out his name, burying your face until his chest.

“Got m’leg all wet”, he pressed a kiss into your cheek, “these are expensive jeans, and you made a mess on the ground”, he had both of his hands on your ass now, palming at the soft flesh.

You shook for a few seconds later, inhaling and exhaling and he held you close with both arms, the grip on your hair was now focused on the grip on your back and you took one more grind forward to press your leg into his hard erection, your palm snaking down to the front of his jeans, rubbing against it in pure lust.

“Please”, you trembled one more time, the aftershock of riding on him in public, and having a wild orgasm in public making you dizzy.

“Not here, love”, he glanced around and even though no one was looking, and you were pretty sure no one would give a single fuck if he went up on stage and fucked you right in front of Damian, he was still very much Harry Styles, and he was always cautious.

“C’mon”, he turned around and crouched down, his palms flat and up towards you and he mentioned a “come here” with his fingers. You climbed on his back as best as you could, tossing the sticky hair off of your back and finding somewhere to grab him to hang on for dear life.

He skillfully left the club with you around his waist, dodging people left and right. Your head was ducked into the space between his shoulder blades when he stopped, straightening his body so you could slide off once you were outside of the club. He wasted no time grabbing you by the wrist and pulling down the street to the four –story parking lot. Once his hand hit the door to the stairs, he closed it quickly and jumped up one flight, pressing your back up against the cold mint colored wall.

His lips found yours hungrily, the air between the two of you was just as hot, maybe even hotter than the Jamaican humidity. The rum mixed with his absolute burning desire on his lips was enough for you to come again then and there, your sweat drenched bodies sticking together when he came up for air. One hand was on the wall next to your head, the other fiddling with the slit on your dress. His fingers once again found the sparrow, he glanced at it and it was halfway gone.

“Not fucked enough yet, I guess”, he kissed up your neck, sucking at a spot you knew was going to show a serious bruise tomorrow. He continued to work on your neck and he didn’t notice that you were hooking your thumb into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down. The red lace trailed down your thighs and he let go of your neck when you bent just a bit, his eyes flashing red down to your movements.

“Did you want to do this?” you stopped and raised an eyebrow, knowing very well he could probably take these off with one rip of his enormous hands.

He just glared and bit his lip at the red lace now falling over the gold sparrow, taking a step back to allow you to climb out of your red panties. He watched you, adjusting his length, toss them down the stairwell, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him with all the life you had in you.

He dragged you up another flight, kissing you up the wall, stumbling upstairs, his hand at one point snaked under your dress slit and he pressed you up against another stairwell landing, his fingers trailing up your folds.

“Jesus”, he strained out, your little moans as he hit your clit made his eyes go wild. He looked absolutely perfect. He was prickling sweat on his hairline – the sweat on his arms making his tattoos pop, the little trickles falling down his chin you wanted to lick at and taste for days. He was wild with lust, eyes everywhere – almost fully black. His lips were bright red from sucking and biting and curse words, the sweat on the top of his lip was begging to be sucked off.

His hips thrust up in-between your legs – his erection rubbing up against your slick folds he created earlier from his thigh. He grunted into your neck and you pressed your chest to his, wrapping your leg around him so he could get closer. He rutted up his erection a few more times, dry fucking you until he was relieved.

Suddenly the downstairs door opened; a loud crowd spilled through and you were forced to stop. You both heard the curious voices of men shouting about red panties, the jealously in his face hardened when he figured out that they were probably going to smell them.

“S’mine”, he reminded you, “what bloody floor are we on”, he checked the number next to the door you were standing next to, a big faded number “2” marked the concrete.

“Three”, you huffed, his dry pursuits earlier leaving you breathless and needing a hell of a lot more.

“Don’t worry doll, you’ll get more”, he kissed and sucked your neck and before the loud crew rounded the corner to your floor, he pulled you up the stairs by the wrist, until you reached the third floor door. He looked around quickly for his big shiny black rented range rover – a click to the small button in his pocket signaled the doors unlocking with flashing lights about four cars away.

He nearly sprinted to it when it was found, the adrenaline running through you both as you found the car. He pushed you up against it, your sweaty back hitting the cool window as he hiked your dress up, another attempt at a dry fuck.

“Harry”, you stopped him, “just fuck me”, he gets like this sometimes. When he’s gotta fuck you so back, so hard, he forgets sometimes that he can – and he forgets that wherever he is, there is always going to be a private space right under his nose.

“Right”, he rolled his sweaty forehead against yours, kissing your nose sweetly in all of the noise of his head. Peeling himself off of you he opened the door to the back seat, hoisting you up onto the cool leather seat by your waist.

“Wait”, you held a finger to his chest and turned your body just enough so he was looking at the golden zipper that fell all the way down your black dress. He bit his lip and sweetly moved your hair to one side of your shoulder, his fingers pinching the little round gold pebble of the zipper on the top, slowly making his descent on your back. With every new inch of skin, his lips were not far behind. Kiss after goosebumps leaving kiss, his fingers finally found the base of the zipper, planting several sweaty kisses there until he pulled away. You turned to face him, his expression had changed from lust to pure adoration, worshiping your body with just one look.

“Quit it”, you blushed, “get over here and fuck me”, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the car, his legs leaving the ground once he was fully inside. He kissed you hard and deep, his hand under your dress, motioning for you to take it off. Breaking the kiss he got up, shutting the door behind him. Your hands followed his bicep, biting your lip as you watched him turn on the engine and rolling down the windows just a hair, shutting it back off.

He finally settled next to you again, quickly helping you peel out of your dress. What he found next made him stop dead in his tracks. You were warm, and sweaty, and from the previous excursion in the stairwell – naked. His lips quickly attached to your nipples, cupping and grabbing at them, his entire body flat against yours as he pinned you up against the seat.

You grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, signaling to him to take it off. He obliged, breaking his kiss on your collarbone, licking at the sweat before pulling the sticky fabric off his body. Your hands immediately flew to his back, scratching and rubbing, reveling in worship filled kisses to your naked body.

One of your palms snaked in-between the two of you, finding his erection pressing up against his jeans. You barely touched the surface and he inhaled a sharp gasp of breath, lips pursed together and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’… fuck… need to…, but.. din’t bring a condom…” he deflated for a minute and you grinned, his expression went clueless as you he watched you smile.

“Baby”, you kiss his chin, “we’ve been together for three years”, you remind him sweetly. Even though it’s been three years, it’s felt like three seconds. Every single minute of this relationship with harry was pure bliss, even when you did have your screaming at each other fits. Neither of you strayed, even when there was that one week that the two of you needed to just get away from each other.

“Wha’… wha… can’t… wha?” he was blabbering and you ran your fingers over his sweet lips, smiling and pressing a peck to them.

“I’m on birth control, you know that. The past year. I want to feel you, baby,” you chewed on his ear lobe, “I want you to feel how wet you make me”, he stopped momentarily and pressed his lips together.

“Fuckin’ love you, bird”, he rubbed the outside of your folds with his fingers, watching you intently un-button his jeans. You were able to get half of his zipper down and failed the other half, your hand diving into his pants, palming over his boxer-brief covered erection, feeling the sticky spot that had already formed from the previous attempts to get some relief.

He sat up momentarily just to zip down what was left of his zipper, hooking his fingers into his jeans. One knee was propped on the seat between the back rest and your knee, the other leg holding him up on the floor. From this angle you could see every curve, ripple, and highlight of his perfect chest. You took a minute to run your hands over it, your fingers dipping into the “V” on the sides of his hips. He was perfect, and soft, and yours.

“Now you quit it”, he bit his bottom lip and he pulled at his boxer briefs and for a minute you lost your breath, watching his erection spring free, his hand gripping the base of his shaft. You wanted so badly to taste the top of his head that was disappearing and reappearing over the skin he was pumping, but you were actually aching and needed him to relieve you. Plus, you wanted, no, needed to feel him raw inside of you for the first time.

“Shit”, he pinched the skin on the tips of his nose, “gonna cum just thinkin’ about bein’ bare inside of you”, he looked up at the ceiling like he needed to regroup, his hand left his erection and he rubbed his face with both of his hands, your hands left his body and you waited, as long as it took, for him to get where he needed to be.

You shifted your body on the leather seats and draped your leg off to one side on the floor, biting your lip. After a beat his hand found his shaft again and he looked considerably calmer, but still had that animal look in his eye like he was going to absolutely rip you to shreds.

Finally, he was hovering over you, peppering kisses on your mouth, collarbone, and down to your breasts, returning up to your mouth. He grabbed the leg that you had swung over the side and held it firm, positioning himself at your entrance. He wrapped his arm around your back, the tension boiling up inside of you.

“Ready?” He was ready to pound into you, but he was also always worried that you would say no. He always asked permission, no matter what. No matter how many times you told him to just fuck you, he still asked.

“Yes, please”, you took a sharp intake of breath and he pushed in, the both of you groaning. He pushed all the way, until your hips snapped together, holding you there for just a minute.

“So… wet…” he murmured.

This was new. This was…. Fucking incredible. It was like the heavens erupted and you were in a euphoric trance. He was so big and every single ripple, vein, curve, was felt by the clenching of your bare walls. Skin to skin, bodies so close together, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming emotion of being this close to someone you love so much… with every single inch of your heart.

“Always this warm? Christ…. Fuckin… no more condoms”, he started a simple small rhythm, something for you to both enjoy on your first time going completely bare. The car started to rock just a bit but not enough for people to realize what was happening, just yet.

“Never”, you smiled and grabbed the back of his neck, a single tear leaving your eyes, trailing down to your ears. You were blissfully happy, blissfully in love – even covered in sweat and probably smelled like alcohol and smoke. This was something you wanted to engrain into your mind for the rest of your life.

He started picking up his pace, quick, deep thrusts that made you call out a bit. His body was pressed up to yours, sweaty chest to sweaty chest. He was kissing you with every new thrust, his eyes half lidded as he was in complete fucked out bliss, exploring your new feelings with every inch of his mind, knowing that he was memorizing you as well.

Suddenly, he really started to give it to you. Quick, pulsing movements, rocking you so hard that you started to move up against the seat, your back now halfway against the door. Your hands flew up to the window, grabbing for any kind of air as he pounded into you relentlessly, his little grunts and moans making your eyes roll back.

“Harry!” you screamed, it was a blood curdling, attention grabbing scream – and he stopped his movements immediately.

The both of you didn’t know that the parking lot was full of people, and the two of you stopped short when you heard a knock at the blacked out windows.

“Yeh alright, man?” a man’s voice asked curiously from the other side of the window. Harry pulled you back down to the seat, never leaving your heat. His head hid in your neck.

“Shhh baby gonna get yourself caught gettin’ fucked bare”, two of his sweaty fingers dipped into your mouth and you sucked in hard, his pace never slowed.

“Just excited about somethin’, she’s fine”, harry called out to the man on the other side. He peeked up and saw a shadow, “answer him baby”, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you tried to stifle out a scream as the head of him rubbed your insides hard and fast.

He got up a bit and moved your leg back down to the floor, pounding quickly into you but not enough to rock the car.

“Fine, just fine!” you squealed at the last part, “Just happy!” You croaked and started to spasm, your orgasm so close, “harry please stop until he leaves, I’m going to cum so hard”, you grabbed for his chest and scratched at it, begging for mercy.

“Nope”, that only drove him harder, finding a pace that was solid and fluid.

Your mouth fell open and eyes flew back into your head. All you can remember was Harry’s salty palm clapping over your mouth and you screamed through your lips that were pressed tightly together. Your orgasm fell on top of you like a ton of bricks, and there was no indication of him letting up anytime soon. He rubbed your clit with two fingers, pressing into your sensitive button hard.

“One more” he rasped out.

“Can’t… harry… can’t” you shivered at the contact of his fingers on your clit.

“Can”, he egged you on, pulling a nipple between his teeth, “can, you can, want you to drip off m’cock”, by this point you were a puddle, limp under him, boneless and noodle like.

He had to hold you close, his big strong arm around your back and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t slip off the leather and crash to the floor.

“Oh God”, you gasped almost immediately, grabbing at his shoulders in surprise.

“Tha’s it”, he hummed, “knew you could”, you gasped, inhaling and exhaling harshly, pushing on his shoulders but he was going nowhere.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk”, you let out a groan, deep in your throat, as your third orgasm fell over your entire body. You were so wet, drenching your thighs and his stomach, shivering and shaking under him, stuttering out nonsense. He kissed you with a smirk on his lips, slowing his thrusts a bit.

“Such a good girl”, he praised you and kissed your neck, “knew you could”, he held you steady until he felt your strength fall back into your bones, your breathing returning to normal. You kissed his neck and pushed at his shoulder, his eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

“Up”, you whispered, “your turn”.

He pulled you up with him, never leaving your heat, his back up against the seat and you were strattling him, knowing exactly how to get him off. You glanced over his shoulder and saw a mass of people leaving clubs, talking and yelling and laughing amongst themselves.

“We’re gonna get found out if you holler”, you warned, “so many people could watch you getting fucked right now, baby”, you said on his lips, grinding down balls deep on him.

“Jesus”, his palms dug into his eyes, tossing his head back.

You clenched around him and he yelped, now it was your turn to put your fingers in his mouth.

He hollowed his cheeks and glared at you, his hips bucking up to meet your deep grinds.

“C’mon baby… wanna see that cum drip out of my pussy” you reminded him that he was indeed bare, and that he was going to see his cum leak from it pretty soon. The thought of it sent his mind into a haze and he gulped, bucking up into you harder.

“Clench one mo’ time,” he smacked your ass and you clenched, “ah, here it comes”, you sat all the way down on him and ground your hips as far as you could go, not moving as you felt him grunt and hold you tight, his orgasm flying through his body, electric waves sparking the tips of his outstretched toes.

“Fuck”, he hissed, “fuck..”

Wave, after wave, after wave of his cum spurt up into you and you held yourself tightly down on him, clenching around him a couple of times. His head tipped back and you kissed his Adams apple as it bobbed in his throat, watching him come undone. Piece by piece, starting from his head, to his eyes, to his lips, chin, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, stomach, pelvis, all the way down to his toes – he was shooting inside of you for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he took a deep breath and you noticed it – he had brought his head back up, his eyes red and glossy. He had been fucked to tears.

“Oh baby”, you smiled and kissed each eyelid, wiping at the bottoms of his eyes, kissing the salty liquid away.

“So good t’me”, he kissed your lips so sweetly, your own eyes starting to mist.

For a minute you just sat there after he pulled out, holding each other. Your head was on his shoulder, your finger tracing mindless heart patterns on his sparrows and his butterfly, tracing over the “G” on his shoulder.

“What the hell was in those drinks”, he finally giggled, kissing you and moving you to the side, getting up. You watched his bare backside lean over and pull up the windows, turning the air-conditioning on full blast, turning off the headlights of the car. You sighed in relief, head pressed back to the headrest. He came back with two water bottles from the center console from earlier that day when the two of you were exploring the outdoors of Jamaica on foot.

He came back to you and reached into the back, pulling out the giant beach blanket he had that was under your beach chairs. It was sandy and warm, but he pulled it over the both of you just enough to let the air fall on both of you as well.

You snuggled close to his chest, your back against it, his arm around your breasts and he held you close. He opened a water bottle and put it up to your mouth, you grabbed it and downed the bottle in a total of .2 seconds. He did the same to his, tossing both of them to the back of the car.

“God I think my balls are empty”, he joked after a minute of silence, and you giggled.

You just kissed his wrist, playing with his fingers.

“Hey”, he said seriously, kissing your head.

“Mmm?” you hummed sleepily, a happy yawn leaving your lips.

“You meant what you said about lovin’ me forever?” he asked and you stopped, your eyes popped open.

“I – well, yeah but, I – alcohol, s’just… I mean…” he hushed you with a kiss to your hair, over and over.

“Din’t give me a chance to respond”, he giggled, “too busy kissing me”, he licked his lips and picked up your left hand, fiddling with the skin on your fourth finger.

“Don’ have a ring… and this isn’t romantic, but, uh…I think, no positive I could love you forever”… he gulped, “if you’ll let me”.

“Oh harry” your eyes welled up and you took the rest of your energy to turn to him, tackling him down to the seat, an “oof” leaving his chest as you landed on him.

“Yes, yes, yes”, you kissed him and started to cry, with the biggest, brightest smile on your face that almost hurt.

“Yeah? You’ll be m’wife?” you pulled him closer and started to sob, kissing every single inch of his face.

“If you’ll be my husband”, you pulled the blanket over the both of you, collapsing on his chest.

“Forever and ever”, he was rubbing your back sweetly, the two of you talked until you cooled off, falling asleep in the happiest state you have ever been in.

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watermelon6ugar

3 years ago

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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watermelon6ugar

4 years ago

Remember….when…..Jack Whitehall said that Harry’s penis should get a ‘Pride Of Britain’ award…