Long Island (11/28) - Kiwi

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

Omg yes, I love this concept

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason | Saturday Night Live (2019)

my baby's fit like a daydream

Jason | Saturday Night Live (2019)

New York City- 10/4

#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

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Saturday Night Live

thinking about how priest!harry would fuck y/n in a church without hesitation.

she would be pressed against the stage, her head tilted back to stare at the cross above them. harry would be snug between her thighs, cock aching inside her as he thrusts in and out of her. her walls clenching around him, she would cry out from how good it feels.

he would be so sick. sick enough to drag a wooden cross down her chest, right between her breasts as he fucks into her. or use it to press against her throat to cut off her airflow.

"father harry, p-please, i can't--it feels so good," she would cry out, her toes curling as his hard cock rutted up into her dripping wet pussy. harry would smirk at the formal name, his fingers trailing down her stomach to watch her goosebumps raise.

"call out my name, darling, let the angels hear you," his hips would snap harder into her, his hands clasping around her thighs as he held her hips to his to bury his cock into her.

"g-god! oh my god!" she would cry out, grasping at the low carpeting on the stage as her back arched. she would feel herself nearly there, ready to release all over his cock.

"mmmm, wrong name, but i'll take it," he would chuckle out.

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what it is: you and harry hate one another, like really hate one another–but then you start fucking. 

based off of lana del rey’s song in my feelings. 

*completed*

*warning: the sex in this series is going to be rough and a little mean (choking, slapping, etc) so if that’s not your thing…beware*

✰=smut

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A/N: if my boss asks, i did not spend my afternoon at work writing this filthy smut... but anyway, enjoy!!😏

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry gets a little too possessive when he sees your nipples peeking through your shirt.

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Harry is trying to focus on the conversation he is currently in, but he keeps finding himself eyeing you from across the bar. You’re perched up on a stool at the bar, talking to a friend from your group and Harry can’t take his eyes off of you. You’re glowing, a bright smile stretched across your face, your skin looks soft and he knows you smell amazing, because you had a shower before the two of you left the house a few hours ago and he could smell your favorite body wash lingering around you as you got dressed. 

 The skirt you’re wearing is daring some flesh, slipping up on your delicious looking thighs and his lips tingle from the urge to kiss them up until your pretty cunt that’s hidden from his sight right now.

He always finds himself so horny for you, no matter what you do. It doesn’t even have to be sexual, like when he got hard seeing you on the phone with your sister. He said it was because of how you were flipping your hair around, it looked hot so that’s why he demanded you to end the call and let him fuck you on the dining table. 

Tonight however he knows why he is so hot and bothered by you. Eyeing your chest he has noticed that your nipples are peeking through your shirt. He knows for a fact you’re wearing a cotton bra underneath, but it has no padding or wires, that’s why it’s your favorite.

“It’s comfortable, I barely even notice I’m wearing it,” you told him once when he watched you get dressed from the bed.

He understands how uncomfortable a regular bra could be, so he’s happy you found something you like, but now he is experiencing the downside of it. Without the padding your nipples are making an appearance and they are very much demanding attention.

At first he just had his regular dirty thoughts about them, fantasizing about sucking and biting them just the way you like it, but then it hit him in the head that if he is able to see them, so is everyone else. 

And he doesn’t like that thought at all. 

It’s Friday night, the bar is pretty packed and there are several males around to ogle at your breasts and see your hard nipples. He has spent the past thirty minutes trying to control his jealousy and possessiveness, but when he catches a guy actually staring at your body, he just snaps.

Excusing himself from the little group he heads over to you just when your conversation partner departs to the restroom. As he approaches you he places his hand to the counter next to you, his arm now just at the right level to cover your chest.

“Hey babe,” you smile up at him, oblivious to the fire that’s burning inside him.

“Can you cover up, please? Did you bring a jacket or something?” he clears his throat, looking around. 

“What? A jacket? I’m not cold,” you say, not quite sure why he is asking.

“I wouldn’t be that sure about that,” he grits through his teeth. “I’ll just get you a hoodie or something.”

“But I don’t need one, if anything, I feel hot,” you say, fanning yourself with your hands. The motion makes your breasts jiggle a tad bit and Harry is seeing red at this point. Grabbing your wrists he crosses your arms over your chest to cover you urgently. “Harry, what the–”

“Babe, just… don’t.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Your nipples are like bursting through your shirt,” he states and you look down, seeing them obviously making an appearance, but it doesn’t really phase you.

“And? Everyone has them.”

“But yours are like… way too obvious.”

“Too obvious?” you chuckle in disbelief. “No one said that about them, that’s for sure,” you huff, almost hurt at his comment. “I don’t think anyone cares about them, H.”

“I do,” he snaps. “I fucking do and… Okay, I admit, it’s making me fucking horny. There, is that what you wanted to hear?”

He stares down at you with such intensity, it makes you clench your thighs, because you see the raw passion and lust in them and you’re never immune to this version of Harry. The one that’s so obsessed with you, so possessive and animalistic, that the rest of the world just stops existing and it’s just you and him. 

“My nipples are making you hard, H? Is that what’s happening?” you ask in a low tone and leaning closer you press a kiss underneath his jawline, feeling the vibrance of the grunt that bubbles from his throat at the touch of your lips.

“Yes. And I don’t want anyone else to have the same thoughts.”

“You can’t control thoughts, Harry. But you know you’re the only one who gets to actually touch them, play with them… suck on them…” You trail your hands up his hard chest until they reach the back of his neck and head, your fingers lacing through his chocolate curls.

“Another word, Y/N, and I’m gonna throw you over this bar and fuck your tits first, then your tight little cunt. Don’t play with me,” he warns, but it makes you anything but scared. Your underwear is already drenched, pussy throbbing at the thoughts he just planted into your head. 

Smiling to yourself you brush your lips against his and blink at him bashfully.

“I’m not opposed to leaving early,” you let him know. 

“Ten minutes. Make your rounds saying goodbye, I’m calling a car.”

It’s obvious for everyone why you’re leaving, mostly from the way Harry uses you to cover his bulge as he waves around the group in a rush, like his pants are on fire. The ride back home is like torture, especially because you’re teasing him, working him up even more, your hand moving further up his thigh as you get closer to your home and you even brush it over his bulge, to which he answers with a grunt, his own fingers digging into your hip as a warning, but you love playing with fire.

He is practically sprinting up to the front door, pulling you after him and once the door is shut closed, he pushes you against it, the bulge you’ve been eyeing now pressing into your thigh. 

“I can tell you really enjoyed teasing me tonight,” he growls into your ear, his hands making their way to your breasts quite fast. He kneads them, squeezes them hard and then takes your niples between his thumb and index finger. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do now, listen carefully,” he says, his fingers tugging on your nipples and you’re already whimpering like a baby from the stimulation. “I’m gonna suck on your nipples so hard, you’ll beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck you and cover them in cum. And you’re gonna love every moment of it, do you understand?”

You hear his words, you understand them, but you can’t form an answer because he is still pinching your nipples and he is buckling his hips too, rubbing his clothed cock against you, burning every coherent thought you might have. 

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I’m expecting an answer,” he pushes his hips even tighter against you, his teeth grazing the line of your jaw. “Do you understand, Y/N?”

“I do! Yes! Please!” you gasp, wiggling underneath him, eager to take it further already.

“Good.”

He steps back, his pupils so dark, you can’t even see the sweet green of his irises. His gaze travels down and up your body with such hunger, you can feel it stroking your heated skin. 

“Now take your clothes off,” he orders and you obey without a second thought. 

You rip off your shirt and skirt, throwing them to the side before unhooking your bra, that was originally the source of this whole situation. It ends up on the floor too and then you slip out of your panties, leaving you fully naked.

“Look at you,” he hums, taking his sweet time eyeing you up now that nothing is covering the body he’s been fantasizing about all evening. “Are you wet already, baby? See it for me, swipe two fingers over yourself and let me see how wet you are.”

WIth a shaky breath you reach between your legs and gather your arousal with two of your fingers and then hold them up, showing him how they are covered in your juices. Harry steps closer and wraps his hand around your wrist, brings your hand closer to his face and you’re holding your breath, aching to feel the warmth of his mouth around your digits as he sucks them off, but just when he is about to wrap his lips around them, he changes his mind.

He guides your hand to your right breast and smears your wetness over your nipple before doing the same with the other one, then he quickly sucks your fingers clean and then he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it so hard, you can’t hold your moans back. 

He pushes your breasts up to give himself better access, sucking and licking on it with no mercy and then you feel him bite onto the bud, a sharb, but exciting pain shooting through your chest and he looks at you as he tugs on it before letting it go, admiring how your skin is glistening with his saliva.

“You love that? Love the pain, baby?” he murmurs, brushing his nose against the side of your neck as you’re trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah,” you hum.

He kisses the soft skin under your jaw before he turns his attention to your other nipple, assaulting it the same way, biting, tugging and sucking relentlessly, his name falling from your lips over and over again, your back arching to push closer to him while you grab his hair and pull on the locks whenever the pain intensifies. 

You’re seeing stars and he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet.

He doesn’t stop, keeps switching between your nipples, pinching the one that’s not covered by his mouth with his fingers and he keeps his word. You can feel your nipples getting swollen, bruised and incredibly sensitive, but even when you start whining and pulling back out of instinct, he just wraps his arms around you and brings you back, locking you in his hold.

“Harry! Please!” you choke out, your eyes tearing up.

“Please what, baby?” he mumbles against your breast.

“No more!” you beg, your head falling back and bumping against the front door, since you still haven’t moved from the exact same spot. 

“You want me to stop, baby? Hmm?”

“Yes!” you nod, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

It’s not that it has reached a physical pain you can’t take, you’re not bleeding, he did no harm to you, but you just want him to fuck you at this point so badly, that everything feels a hundred times more intense and you can’t control your emotions.

“Okay baby,” he hums and kisses your tears off your cheeks before pressing his lips against yours. You can taste your tasty tears on his tongue and you gladly let it explore your mouth, your sensitive nipples pressing against his hard chest as he cradles you in his arms, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you up and carry you into the living room. He is still dressed while you melt against him fully naked, the fabric of his clothes bothering you a lot more than usually.

“Off, please,” you tug on his shirt and after he carefully places you down to the couch, he undresses himself too. His shirt comes off first, then the pants and at last, his underwear, his cock finally springing free from the restraints of his boxer briefs.

“What did I say, what comes after I’ve sucked on these beautiful npples?” he asks, brushing his fingers gently over your buds, his touch registering more intensely from his assault on them earlier.

“You said you’d fuck me and cover my nipples in your cum,” you recall his words and he smirks at you, pleased that you rememberred.

“That’s right, baby. Though you were a tease tonight, you’ve been such a good girl for me since we got home, so you can decide how you want me to fuck you.”

Normally, you love a good doggy, or maybe being on top and in charge, but tonight you want him close and you want to be able to kiss him, so you open your legs and reaching up you pull him on top of you, finding his mouth in a passionate kiss.

He settles between your thighs, his hips pressing against yours and therefore his erection is squished against your lower tummy, smearing some of his precum over your skin. He kisses down your neck and collarbones until he reaches your breasts, a devious smirk on his lips as he returns to your nipples. You bite your tongue and let him suck on them, knowing well he is trying to push you to your limit again and you want to be strong and take what he gives you. But your already soft skin is now so sore from all the impact it has gotten, it doesn’t take long until you're whimpering again.

“Harry!” you pull him up and force him to kiss your lips instead. 

“You had enough? Can’t take any more?” he asks between kisses, grinding his hips against yours, his cock slipping and sliding between your wet folds.

“Can’t, please!”

“You asked so nicely,” he hums in appreciation. He captures your lips again and reaching down between your bodies his finger finds your throbbing, needy clit and he starts teasing you, working you up even more even though you’re more than ready to take him already.

He keeps drawing circles on your clit and then starts moving his hips, his cock slipping back and forth between your folds, growing you more and more impatient with each passing stroke. Right when you’re about to lose the last bit of your patience, he grabs the base of his cock and lines him up with your hole before slamming into you fast and hard, giving you no time to adjust. Not that you’d have needed much, you’ve gotten so wet, your walls welcome him warm and tight, just how he loves it.

“I love your tight pussy, Y/N. It’s so perfect for me,” he grunts as he fucks into you, his hips slamming against yours in a fast rhythm. “But I didn’t like that others might have thought about fucking you tonight.” Jealousy is dripping from his words and you know already he is going to punish you for dismissing his request to cover up.

With the rough start, your orgasm is already building up nicely, so you grunt in disappointment when he pushes himself up from missionary, he stops his thrusts and sits on his knees, his cock slipping out from you as you remain lying on the couch in front of him, legs wide open, your chest heaving wildly.

“Harry, please!” you whine, trying to wiggle closer so you could feel him between your legs again, but he has other plans.

“So needy, huh? You don’t like it when you don’t have your ways,” he observes, but you don’t miss the smirk that’s curling the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t you think that’s how I felt when you didn’t cover up after I asked you?”

“That’s different!” you protest, your core throbbing for him. 

“No, it’s not. I asked you to cover up, you didn’t do it. Now you’re begging me to fuck you, but I’m denying it from you. Seems pretty similar to me,” he shrugs, playing with your nerves at this point, but you try your best to control yourself. “Look at this pretty cunt,” he hums and he pushes one hand against your thigh to keep you wide open while he moves his other hand to your pussy and runs his fingers up and then down in a slow, lazy manner. He is testing how long you can take the teasing, the soft touches when you need him to just fuck you already.

“Harry,” you whine, when he gently pushes one digit inside you, but it’s nowhere near enough, not after you’ve had his cock inside you. 

“What? Is it not what you need? Mm?”

“No!” you cry out.

“Should I return to sucking your nipples?” he grins wider at you, enjoying having you at his mercy.

“Please fuck me already!”

“But I want to have your tits in my mouth. Suck them when you cum on my cock.”

“I’ll be on top, just please! I need you inside me!” you beg, giving up every ounce of self control you’ve had.

“That’s my girl, always giving me what I want,” he nods, squeezing your hips before sitting back on the couch.

You’re fast to get up from your lying position and straddle his hips, ready to do pretty much anything at this point just to have his cock inside you. That pleased smirk that adorns his face is almost too annoying as you grab the base of his cock and ease down on it, finally filling you up, but you couldn’t care less about letting him have his ways with you when you also get what you want. It’s a win-win.

You feel his hands on your back as he brings you closer to his face so his mouth can return to your nipples that are starting to get numb at this point, all while you ride him happily, squeezing your walls around his dick, making him growl against your chest from the sensation. You roll and grind and bounce, do everything you can just to keep building your orgasm that’s so close, you can feel it in your tummy, you just need to fall over the edge.

“Harry! Please, I need…” you gasp out, unable to use full sentences, but Harry knows you and he knows what you need.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he lifts his head from your chest and locks you in his embrace so he can easily turn you over and get on top of you, like you wanted it in the beginning. You hug his waist with your legs as he pounds into you, fast and hard, you keep moving up on the couch from the force of his thrusts and this is exactly what you needed to finally reach your climax.

You come hard and loud, your moans fill the living room, you claw at his back, leaving red marks from his broad shoulders down to his waist. Harry holds his own orgasm back, letting you ride out your high to the fullest, just so then he can keep the last thing he told you he would do to you.

“Stay like this, baby,” he tells you, pulling out of you, his knees on either side of you as he moves a bit further up on your body. He wraps his hand around his glistening cock that’s aching for the relief you just got to experience. Harry pumps himself for a few more seconds and you want him to come just as hard as you did, so you reach up and massage his balls, hoping it would give him that one last push.

“Fuck! Ah!” he growls, his hot cum squirting onto your breasts, covering your sensitive nipples just like he promised. You stare up at him, watch as his chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm, his softening cock in his hand while he admires your chest covered with his semen.

To put the cherry on top, you reach up and smear his cum even more over your nipples, playing with how slippery and sticky it is at the same time. Harry moves back so he is not weighing onto your abdomen, but his eyes remain locked on your movements. 

“Is this what you imagined?” you coo, licking your fingers clean.

“Absolutely,” he nods before kissing your lips shortly. 

“So am I forgiven?” you smile at him bashfully. Harry chuckles, nodding.

“Sorry, I got a bit too possessive.”

“It’s alright, I like it when you’re like this.”

“Mm, I bet,” he smirks. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

You shower together and Harry gets every chance to take care of you, he keeps kissing you wherever he can, telling you how much he loves you every possible chance he has. When you’re in bed, he walks over your vanity and grabs your lotion before joining you on the mattress.

“Are they sore?” he softly asks, brushing his thumb over one of your nipples, the roughness is now gone, he is more like concerned now.

“Kind of. But it’s alright,” you smile at him lazily. He squirts some lotion onto his fingers and then gently rubs it into the sensitive skin. When he’s done, he puts the lotion to the night stand and leaning closer he presses a kiss to your sternum before making himself comfortable and pulling you into his embrace. 

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