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Imagine Harry being sexually frustrated, ugh that sentence only is enough to drench me wet.

Imagine how annoyed he’d be when you keep teasing him delaying the wish of going home so that he can fuck you. Taking your own time, you stroll through the mall smirking as a whiny, horny-with a prominent large bulge.

He’d be gripping your waist tightly trying to grind against you pleasuring himself as you’ll push him away softly muttering a ‘we’re in public. Behave’ earning a groan from him.

He’d follow you like a puppy, trying to convince you to go back home. He’d promise you that he’ll bring you back for shopping the other day but you’ll deny his offer. Seeing him all hard and needy turns you on more you believe.

And once when you’ll agree to go back that’s when the game will begin.

He’ll tease you the double you teased him. Have you pushed up against the wall kissing endlessly, he’ll push your knickers to one said just to insert one of his long, ring finger. He’d smirk as you’ll whimper and moans in name desperately to fuck you.

After and after of begging he’ll do what he must. Fuck you. Mercilessly and rough. But being a sweetheart he’ll manage to make love to you at the sweet time.

Whispering sweet nothings like “yeh are doin’ so well m'love"or “jus’ like that’ keep goin’ ”

He won’t fail to make you feel perfect and beautiful at the same time.

But honestly connecting himself to you physically would be his favourite part to do.

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#43 The Gang Leader (Harry Styles)

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Where are you?

The light flashed on the screen of my mobile, stealing my attention away from the class. Annoyed, I took it off the table and threw it in my bag. After class, still vibrating in intervals, I took it out.

Call me ASAP.

What does ASAP mean?

Honey, I need to talk to you now. Where are you?

Have you seen the update? I need to talk to you before that.

Okay, I think you must have seen it. Is that why you aren’t talking?

It’s been 2 hours! C’mon! I need to talk to you.

Pick the fuck up.

I picked up the incoming call to avoid answering the texts.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He yelled.

“In class! My gosh! If I’m not answering your messages or your call, I would be busy, right?” I yelled back.

“No, you’re supposed to answer my texts!”

“When have I answered texts!” He wasn’t making sense.

“Okay. Point. Where are you?” He asked, calming down.

“Just got out of class! She took a two-hour lecture. My head hurts.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Wait, Mike is right outside the building. Climb into the car, and come here.”

“Where is here? I rather go home, Harry,” I told him, already tired of the long day.

“It’s not safe right now. Come here and rest.” He cut the call, and I had to climb into the car. Mike was sitting there, smoking away, and he straightened when he saw me.

“Sorry, Harry asked me to take you back to his house.” He told me, starting the car. They worshipped him, it seems. I’ll never understand gangs.

Harry was the son of the leader of one of the two biggest gangs that ruled this city. And I, a normal international student, who came here on an exchange program and chose to continue my degree here, became his girlfriend. I didn’t know how, because I recently found out about his affiliations with the gang. I was just quite into my course, studying Media and Culture and he just was nice to me from the start.

“We are going to his house? But, that’s so far away!” I groaned.

“Don’t you have a week off, now? Festival and stuff?” Mike asked.

“At least, stop on the way to my place so I can collect my things. I’ll work there.”

“Umm, it’s not safe. We shouldn’t stop.” He fidgeted.

“Please Mike,” I sugar-coated my voice.

“Okay, you will have five minutes, though!”

“Enough.”

I ran up the stairs to my room and took the largest bag out. Dumping some clothes, my prep kit, books, laptop, chargers, everything I could possibly need in the week, and rushed down.

Coming down the stairs, the main door was blocked off. I called Mike, “Dude, the doors shut! What’s happening?”

“Fuck! Charlie’s guys are here! Listen, climb down the back balcony, I’ll pull the car there!” He said, hurried and tensed.

“What? What’s happening! Climb down where?” I tried pushing the door open, but it didn’t budge.

“Call the Boss. We got the girlfriend.” I heard a voice claim and bang the door from outside.

I climbed the first floor and saw Mike pull the car. “Catch my bag!” I threw it down, and he caught it, dumping it in the backseat.

“Be careful. Harry will have my throat!” He said as I climbed down the pipe. Slippery as it was, I twisted my ankle as I hit the ground. But, Mike picked me up and made me sit in the car, before rushing to his side and driving off.

Hitting the main road, I turned around to get my bag, “Mike, we have cars following us!”

“Oh shit! Fuck!” He increased the speed and speed dialled Harry.

“Where the fuck, are you?” He screamed.

“Harry! We have cars following us! We stopped at my place to get my things, and they shut the door, and they said we got the girlfriend, they are catching up, Harry!” I yelled.

“What! You stopped at your place! What did I tell you, Mike! Straight home!” Harry’s voice when angry could make a grown man cry. A little harder, and he could pee in his pants as well.

Mike, increased his speed with Harry’s voice increasing.

“Jason! Tell the lads to leave the warehouse! Keep talking to me, baby.”

“Harry! What is happening?” I asked, scared now.

“Nothing honey, I’ll explain when you reach.” Within no time, we had two cars, right beside us acting as protection against the cars that were following us.

“I hurt my ankle too,” I said, watching the cars following us stop, as we enter the Styles’ Land. The car slowed down as we reached the mansion, and I saw Harry standing outside, with five bodyguards around him.

He opened my car door and picked me up. My hands went around his neck, and he placed a kiss on my lips. “I am sorry for rushing you.”

“I am sorry for delaying the plan. I wanted my stuff,” I whispered. “It’s not Mike’s fault.”

Harry nodded, “Get her bag, and keep it in my room.” He told Mike. We walked inside the lobby, where a nurse was ready to fix my ankle.

“I don’t think it needs more than a spray,” I told her. She checked it and shook her head.

“I am wrapping it up, don’t put pressure on it,” Harry grumbled, in anger.

“It’s my fault,” I repeated.

“No, it’s mine.”

“What happened? Tell me now?” I was genuinely worried now. “Where is your father?”

“He is out of the country. Will come in a week, I messed up.”

“What did you do?” I asked, pulling him closer.

“Old beef with Charlie. Raised it up, again. Family rivalry. It’s just worse this time because, we fought,” Harry sat closer to me, pulling me in his lap. I checked his body for injuries. “I don’t have any, he does though,”

“So, are we having an off because of this? The entire week is off, will it continue for longer?” I asked.

“Till everything calms down,” I sighed. “Well, it’s not my fault that our party’s ruling.” He smirked.

“Take me up.”

“Harry, you’re in the news,” I called for him.

“What?” He ran and sat next to me.

The Styles family clashes again with the Shaw’s. Is it just a fight between the big boys or will it take a political turn?

“What sort of reporters are these?” I said, disgusted.

“I don’t know. You’re studying Media,” He giggled.

“So, I can’t leave the house?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained,” He laughed as pushed me down on the sofa, and climbed on top.

“You guys fight was no reason.”

“Hmm,” He said kissed up my neck.

“You think, I can talk to Charlie? Put some sense into him, too?” He stopped and looked at me. I tried to reach his face, but he held my wrists.

Anger filling his expression, “No, you won’t talk to him.” He said, tightening the hold.

“He was my friend, you know?” I whimpered.

“I said, no.” And he climbed off me.

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In the City That Never Sleeps Chapter 6- “The After Party” (Harry Styles Series)

Summary: Y/N is a senior college getting ready to graduate and head off to medical school. Since she will be moving out of state to go to medical school, her family brings her to New York City as congratulations to getting into Harvard Medical.

Harry Styles is one of five of the members of the biggest band in the world, One Direction. In the winter of 2014, the boys are getting ready to make their third appearance on the comedy show Saturday Night Live.

The day of the show, Harry is walking around the back streets of New York City with a beanie over his head, and a hood over his hat. As he keeps his head down to avoid the paps, he notices a girl sitting on a bench with furrowed brows.
He laughs as he sees she’s holding the map upside down. And even though he has no idea where he is going, he won’t mind getting lost in the city with her.

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Chapter 6 “The After Party”

“You’re going to get me in so much trouble” you say texting your sister back and walking into the elevator, turning around to look at Harry.

Harry backs you up so that your back is against the wall of the elevator, and whispers in your ear, “I know.”

At Harry’s response, you grab his face and kiss him lustfully.  His hands roam down your body and land on your butt.  He playfully squeezes it, which causes you to playfully squeal, which gives Harry access into your mouth.  You both are making out sloppily, due to the alcohol you both drank at the party which is now kicking in. 

You both jump back at the response of hearing the elevator door ding, meaning the door was opening, and you both knowing that you weren’t at the right floor yet. You both stand there trying to look as casual as possible, but the older couple knew, you even swore the woman giggled at the both of you.

Harry stood next to you with his arm wrapped around your waist, and every now and them he would move his hand down, and back, but before he could do anything, you would bump into him for him stop, which would make him laugh.

After, what seemed like an eternity, the older couple walked out onto their floor.

“Thank God.”  Harry says turning to you, putting his hands on your hips again, and presses him lips to yours, and then the elevator door opened to your floor.  You and Harry walk down the hallway, very quickly.  When you get to Harry’s door, Harry kept trying to slide the key, but it just didn’t seem to work.  You grabbed the key, slid it, and it worked one try.

When you get into hotel room, you push the door close, by pushing Harry’s body up against it.  Harry moans at the feeling of your hard kiss, but recovers by turning you both around that you are against door.  His body is pressed against yours with one hand on the side of your face and his hand on your hip.  He then brings his hands down around your the bottom of your thighs, and pulls them for you to now be straddling.

He then walks your body over to the bed, and lays your down.  Your back is against the bed with your legs still wrapped around Harry, while he grind into you, not breaking your kiss.

“Mhm.” You moan at the friction.

Harry then travels his kisses down to your neck, and moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt, and lift it up over your head.  He then starts to leave love bites on the exposed parts of your breasts, where your bra wasn’t covering.   To change the position, you unwrap your legs around Harry, stand up, and take off his shirt.   You then move him over that he is sitting on the edge of the bed.

You take off your shoes and your jeans, while Harry takes off his shoes and pants. When you are more exposed, and so is Harry, you swing one leg over his side, and you are now straddling.  You two begin to make out with your hands lost in his hair, while his hands knead your butt. 

Harry then moves his body up the bed, but you don’t move.  You instead, kiss his chest, down his stomach, down his happy trail and stop at his briefs, which look uncomfortable with how hard Harry is.  You take your hand, and begin to palm Harry, in which he moan in response, with his eyes closing in euphoria.

“You like that?”  You as innocently.

Harry just moans, and bucks his hips forward trying to get more friction.  You then, after enough torture, pulls his briefs down to expose his hard rock cock.  You pump his cock a few times, before you were about to go down on him, but Harry stops you, which you look at him confused.

“Need… to…fuck you, feel you.”  He struggle to get out, while your hand is still wrapped around his cock.

Harry leans over, and grabs a condom out of his wallet, which you take out of the package and roll down onto him.

Right as you were about to no longer straddle Harry, he hold you in place and says, “Want you to ride me, baby girl.”

You then, position your soaking core over the head of his cock, and slowly inch down.  You both groan as you lower yourself inch by inch.  When he is in your fully, you let out a sigh at the fullness, and how he feels so good in you.

Once you have adjusted to him, you begin to ride him.  Your hand are scratching down his chest on how good he feels.

“Yes, mhm, good girl baby, good girl.” Harry says encouraging you.

“Fast baby girl, ride me faster.”

With his instructions, you begin to ride him faster.  As you ride him hard and fast, you breasts keep bouncing up and down.  You bring your hands up to your breasts and start kneading them, and moan out at the feeling.  Harry moves one of your hands away and kneads one of your breasts, while his other hand moves circles on your clit.

“Yes, Harry, yes.”  You say as you feel yourself getting close.

“Cum, baby girl.”  Harry demands.  “Cum on my hard cock.  You love the way my big, thick cock fills you up.  Cum baby girl.”

With the mixture of his and your hand on your breasts, the circular pattern he makes on your clit, and you riding him, you cum hard.

“Yes, yes, yes.”  You scream out, taking your hand off your breast, and scratching down his chest.

After coming down from your high, Harry flips you two over, and just starts pounding in you, trying to finish himself. It didn’t take him long, for him to buck his hips, and throw his head back in pure bliss.  His thrusts then become sloppy and him keep repeating, “so good, ugh, so good.”

After resting your breathing, you and Harry are both just laying under the covers.  Harry is laying on his back with arm behind his head on the pillow, and the other arm wrapped around you while you are laying on his chest tracing over his tattoos. He starts running his hands through your hair, and before you know it, you fall fast asleep.


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He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 2

A/N: Sorry for the delay. This is also kinda shitty.

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Two months after Harry’s violent encounter with Niall, Y/n and Harry have been working on Harry’s temper. It wasn’t going so well, still coming home with bloody hands, cut knuckles, and covered in sweat. He was growing more frustrated with himself as time went on. He’s tried so hard to walk away from a situation that got him angry, but right as he’d walk away, every part of his body would go into fury and all he did from then on seemed out of his control. Y/n was always disappointed, but always stayed with him and defended him in any way that she could. She had never given up on him, not even for a second.

“You’re a peach” she’d always say, with the cutest fucking smile he’s ever seen in his life, “I’ll always love you, you just have to get through this.”

And oh, how badly did he want to. Not even just for Y/n, but for himself.

“Just a bit more scotch.” Harry grumbles to the bartender, sliding his glass toward him.

He hasn’t been drinking much, in fact, he really isn’t a big drinker to begin with. He only goes to bars when the guys ask him to. Of course, since Y/n wasn’t planned to be coming back from her sister’s for a couple more hours, he agreed.

“Yo, guys, look at that bird” Zayn says, grabbing the boys’ attention to a tall, slender blonde woman across the room.

The boys whistle, but Harry just simply turned his attention back to his refilled scotch. Other girls didn’t phase him, they didn’t do anything for him. Y/n is the only woman he’s ever loved, even looking at another woman didn’t feel right to him.

He sips on his drink as the boys are encouraging Zayn to approach her. Harry scoffs lightly, quickly diverting his attention to the vibrating phone in his back pocket. Quickly sliding it out, he sees Y/n’s name with a “Just left. See you soon, my love xx.” He smiles, immediately texting back saying that he’ll be waiting for her and how much he’s missed her.

It had only been three days without Y/n, but he misses her terribly. He’d spent nearly everyday comforted in her company for two years. He misses how he is with her, so delicate and true. She’s the only person to bring that out of him, how could he not miss that? How could he not miss the only person that brings out the best of him?

Harry is drowned in his thoughts until Liam snapped him out of his trance.

“Harry? Harry!” Liam says, pushing onto his shoulder.

Harry shakes his head slightly, “Uh- yeah? Yeah? What’s up?”

“Isn’t that Y/n’s ex?”

Harry’s head snaps to where Liam is pointing. He already feels his fingers clench to fists and his jaw becoming tense.

Hell no. Not him. Harry’s supposed to be getting better, he’s supposed to be making an effort to help himself. He hasn’t been doing that well, but he hasn’t fought since Y/n left and he wanted it to stay that way. What’s a better welcome back gift than for him to have not let her down again?

But he has to. Although her ex had stopped harassing Y/n since Harry stepped in, something inside of him is igniting with every passing second he spends staring at him. How dare he say all those things to her and threaten her like that? How dare he do that to his Y/n? She lived in fear for way too long because of Kurt. How could he not do something about it?

“Mate, mate. Calm down” Liam orders when he sees Harry stand up from the bar stool, “He hasn’t spoken to her in a while, yeah? That’s in the past, man. Y/n wouldn’t want you to do thi-“

“You think I give a fuck what Y/n wants me to do right now?!” Harry hisses, “He threatened her, you understand me? How would you feel if the love of your life was being harassed by a scum so much to the point where she can’t sleep at night?”

Liam swallows harshly, “I just don’t want you to lose her.”

Harry roughly grabs onto Liam’s arm, staring at him harshly in his eyes.

“I will never lose her” Harry snaps, “I’m doing this for her. If this were any other person right now I’d walk out those doors before I can blink. He ruined her life, I will never let him live that down. Now leave me alone.”

He rips his hand away from his death grip on Liam, quickly looking around the bar to see if Kurt is still there. He is. Drinking beer, chatting with some mates, seeming as though he hasn’t even acknowledged Harry’s existence.

He hears the boys muttering under their breath, only picking up a subtle “just let him be”, completely fixated on the man he’s been dying to see for months now.

His fist clench at his sides, body storming in his direction. This is it, this is what he needs to do. He doesn’t care about what Y/n would think of him, not now, because in all honesty, he’d feel more guilty if he were to let Kurt get away with what he did to Y/n than to beat him in cold blood.

Kurt looks up the second Harry approaches him, but before he has any time to react, Harry punches him as hard as he could. He drops to the floor, a loud groan leaving his lips once he’s out of shock. Harry doesn’t waste any time before lifting him back up on his feet by the back of his shirt, mercilessly ramming his back up against the nearest wall.

The bar falls silent, everyone’s attention diverted directly to the violence unfolding.

You didn’t stop!” Harry screams in his face, teeth clenched as he speaks, “She asked you to stop and you didn’t until I stepped in! You’re fucking dead, you hear me?!”

He throws another wild punch directly to his face. Kurt almost falls down again, but his loss of balance is no match against Harry’s raging grip. He spits out blood before lifting his head up. He’s panting, teeth covered in blood, cheek already bruised with his blood smeared all over it.

“You think you’re any better?” Kurt questions between harsh breaths. “Think you can keep her with you when this is how you act?”

Harry grips his throat, glaring at him in the most threatening way he ever has before.

“Don’t you dare make this about me.”

“You know you’re a monster, Harry, yet you still keep her with you. Why do you keep doing that to her, huh? Why do you do that to her?”

Harry roars, pushing Kurt’s body towards him before throwing it back onto the wall. Kurt groans again, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

I said don’t make this about me!

His grip is tighter against his neck. He watches as Kurt mildly struggles for breath, but he’s not giving up. Not just yet.

“You think I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to her, but you’re wrong.” Kurt chokes out, “you are.”

Before he says anything else, in the midst of his uncontrollable rage, Harry throws one last punch to him. He immediately becomes unconscious. Harry lets his body drop to the floor, strangled breath making his way into his lungs.

He looks around the bar. Shocked faces, people cowering away. He doesn’t care. All he can feel are unwanted tears piling in his eyes and his hands shaking against his thighs. Everything was right, everything he said was right.

“Harry, man” Louis walks up to him, everybody still staring shocked at him, “lets get you home, yeah?”

Louis throws a jacket around Harry’s shoulders, noticing the small nod in agreement before the boys lead him out of the bar.


“The boys told me what happened.”

Harry is snapped out of his trance at the sound of her voice. He hadn’t even heard her enter the house. He hasn’t said a word since he left the bar, hasn’t even looked at anyone since as well. Something about what Kurt said affected him in a way he never thought was possible. It was like he picked on a weak spot for him, like he dug into his mind and told him that all his greatest fears have now come true. Y/n isn’t right for him, and she never will be.

Y/n sighs, sitting down on the chair next to where Harry’s sat. She grabs onto his hands softly, her thumb running softly over his knuckles.

“Don’t listen to him” she whispers, “he doesn’t know anything about us.”

Harry looks at her in confusion. How is she not upset with him? How is she letting him get away with this again? This should have been the last straw, the last chance she had given him. How could she be doing this?

“It’s okay, Harry” she smiles softly, placing her hand on his face, “you were protecting me. You shouldn’t have done that, but you did. Not because you wanted to, but because you felt like you had to.”

Harry’s vision clouds over with tears, slowly taking her hands off of him. He just can’t keep doing this to her.

“How are you defending me right now?”

“Because, Harry, you-“

“Why do you even stay with me, huh?” Harry growls, flinging himself off of the chair.

Y/n let in a sharp breath, not entirely shocked by the question, but by the way he asked it. He normally asks why when he’s his weakest, after a fight while Y/n’s cleaning him up, or in bed after love making for hours on end. He’s never said so violently, like he’d doubting the relationship they’re in. Like he’s doubting her.

“Harry, why would you even-“

“Look at you, Y/n, look at you!” Harry raises his voice, interrupting her "You have all your shit figured out, you’re pure. Do you not see that? You’re pure. The only part of you that isn’t is me. I’m the part of your life that is reckless and dangerous and you want me to live with that for the rest of my life?!”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his comment. A part of her feels guilty that he feels that way, like he’s the bad part of her that doesn’t belong. But a part of her also knows he’s right. Yes, of course he’s the part of her life that’s full of danger, but she doesn’t care. If anything, it makes her stronger, makes her want to stand up for herself and stray from the idea that she’ll never be anything more than a shy, weak girl she once was. He may see them as the worst thing for each other, but to her, it’s the best.

“No,” she speaks up, “No, because that’s not something you have to live with! I’m in love with you. You- You make me a better person, Harry! It doesn’t matter to me if you’re the dangerous part of my life, because no matter crap you pull, at the end of the day you’re still the same man I will forever love. The fact that we make each other better people, Harry, that’s what you have to live with.”

“I’m a monster, Y/n.” He speaks slowly, eyes filled with tears.

“You aren’t anything like that and you know that! You aren’t anything like you think you are, Harry, stop confusing who you really are with this image you want people to see you as!”

“That’s who I am, Y/n! Have you ever thought of that?!” His voice suddenly became louder, stronger, desperately trying to make her understand how absolutely wrong they are. But his eyes are bloodshot, filled with guilt and tears, overwhelmed by her seeing this side of him.

“I can’t be fixed! You can’t fix me because this is who I am! I am like this with everybody except for you. Wouldn’t you stop to think, even for a goddamn second that who I’m with you is fake?! Have you ever thought of that?!”

“Stop it, Harry! Just stop!” She yells, her hands gripping the sides of her head momentarily. "You’re drunk and you’re upset and I understand that but this is not who you are. You are hurt. You’re only 20 years old, your parents died, H. You didn’t have a home, your siblings left you because they blamed you for their death. You do this because you’re broken and you’re in pain and you want to push people away so that they don’t leave you first. I know this because you told me this yourself. How can I blame you, H?!”

STOP DEFENDING ME!

His voice is animalistic, roaring in so much anger Y/n feels a vibration in the air around her. He throws a glass across the kitchen, the glass shattering onto the hardwood floor. Y/n’s body stiffens, never seeing him react so violently around her. 

He’s guilty the second he’s done it. He’s never acted this way toward her, but he can’t help it. He’s angry with himself. He’s had Y/n by his side for the past two years, always willing to help him and be there for him whenever he needed her. Seeing her reputation being ruined because of him, seeing how she’s been wasting her last two years hoping to change a man that can never be changed, it destroys him. She’s wasting her time with him. He’s a dead end, a false hope, and Y/n shouldn’t spend the rest of her life loving a man who could do this to her.

“Do you see that?” Harry whispers. “Do you see why this is a problem? I almost hurt you.”

Y/n shakes her head, slowly making her way toward his defeated body. She looks up at him, his eyes glossed with frustrated tears, looking at her the way he almost always does- with guilt. She runs her hands softly along his muscular arms in hope to calm him down.

“You’ll never hurt me.” She says softly, “I’m not afraid of you.”

Harry’s face scrunches in agony. He turns his head away from her, refusing to even look at her anymore. He can’t be weak, he can’t be right now.

“No. No, Y/n, stop.” He mutters, his hands pushing her away from him. 

He turns his back to her, not being able to look at her right now because of how much guilt he’s feeling.

Y/n shuts her eyes softly in attempt to rid the tears clouding her vision. No matter how hard she tries, he just keeps pushing her away. It hurts her- it hurts her to see him in war with himself. How a part of him is trapped, screaming, on his knees begging to be saved, and the other part of him so sure that there’ll be nobody listening to his pleas, finding it almost comedic that he’s lost all hope in his humanity.

“What else is there for me to do, Harry? I don’t know what it is you want me to do.”

Harry keeps his back toward her. Every atom in his body is pushing him to look back at her, hold her to him until the sun comes up, but he can’t. He can’t stand how heartbroken she sounds. Hell, she’s crying. Soft cries ripping out from her, and all he can fucking think about is how this is all his fault.

“All I want to do is help you, Harry. All I do is help you and you keep pushing me away.” She sobs- broken.

Her teary eyes are desperately looking at his tense frame, just hoping he’d turn around just so they can work things out- like they always do. She hopes he can see just how much he’s hurting more than he ever has before.

“I know what you’re doing. You do this with everyone else. I know you love me, and I know you love me more than anybody else in your life right now. You’re just pushing me away because you think I’ll leave you. You think we aren’t going to last because everyone made you believe that but you know I don’t know how to live without you. I’m not everyone else, Harry, this is different, we’re different.”

Harry lets loose tears fall down his face, his fingers fiddling with each other as he tries to understand her. But he can’t, he just can’t

She walks over to him, her hand reaching up to his shoulder. She massages his muscles softly as she presses soft kisses to his back. She’s still crying, soul shaking sobs still leaving her, but she can’t help but keep trying for him to realize she’s utterly and helplessly in love with him. There is nothing to lose between them, not if he were to just believe she would never give up on him.

“Just tell me what you want me to do.“

Feeling Y/n’s lips against his back makes him exhale a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It still amazes him how much she affects him. After two years he still never understood it. But all the good she’s done to him has only ever come back to harm her. Her friends leaving her, her having to come home to her boyfriend’s hands covered in somebody else’s blood, her having to leave her life with her family because every moment without her was another moment of danger, all because of him. And he can’t live with that.

He moves his shoulder away from her, feeling her detach from his body. He looks down, eyes squeezed shut. He doesn’t know how to do this. Especially to her.

“There’s nothing you can do, Y/n!” He cries out, flinging his body around so that he’s finally facing her.

“I would do anything for you, and you know that. But I can’t change myself just so that I can be with you. I can’t change who I am for you.” He whispers the last part, staring heartbroken in her eyes.

“God!” Y/n sobs out, punching her hands against his chest, “You know I’m not asking you to change! I just want to help you! And you won’t let me!”

Harry grabs Y/n’s wild hands in his, in hopes of calming her down. He feels like she hasn’t taken a fucking breath. She’s just so heartbroken, she’s lost and confused and on the verge of complete and utter desperation to have him stay with her.

It’s when Harry pulls her against him where she completely breaks down. He holds her head against his chest while she sobs against his black t-shirt. His fingers comb through her hair softly, chin held up by the top of her head. Harry hasn’t said anything, just listening to Y/n’s desperate pleading as she pulls at the back of his shirt.

“Pl-please don’t do this to me.” she cries out, taking in a harsh breath due to her lack of breath. “Please don’t leave me.”

She feels Harry tense against her body. He shuts his eyes softly, sighing out as he removes his hands from her.

“It’s over, Y/n.” He says softly, “Everything about us is wrong. It’s over.”

Y/n has never felt so much pain in her life. She pulls away from him, her eyes searching for any sign of remorse on his face, but there is none. He’s staring at her emotionless, but every part of him is breaking. The way she’s looking at him, he has never seen her look like that before. She just looks so- so defeated.

Just like that, everything she believed she had a purpose for has been ripped away from her. She doesn’t say anything as she lets go of him. Without a word, she half-heartedly makes her way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Harry flinches when he hears the door slam shut. He wishes he could cry, wishes he could go onto his knees and beg for forgiveness. He wishes he could be angry, punch a wall, curse at himself, blame himself. But he can’t, he feels nothing. Isn’t that ironic? How the man who mostly feels the most dangerous feeling in the world now can’t feel a thing?

He stays in the same place he was left for what feels like eternity before he hears Y/n make her way down the steps. He turns around and rounds the corner that leads to the front door. He watches Y/n as she sets down her duffle bag, opening the closet door to grab a jacket. She grabs everything she needs before she finally opens up the front door. She can’t go back, she can’t turn around to look at him. She doesn’t have the strength.

She’s still crying. She still hasn’t said anything.

“Can you say something, please?” Harry croaks out, wanting nothing more than for her to at least say something to him, at least acknowledge his existence.

She stops walking, hand still on the doorknob. She sucks in a breath.

“You did it, Harry” she whispers, “you’ve finally hurt me.”

She turns her head, but not enough for her to be able to see him, but enough for him to know how much she means what she’s about to say.

“I never want to see you again.”

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I have no idea where this came out of.

WARNINGS: Its just pure… filth

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“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (II)

A/N: Part II of businessman Harry. It contains smut, daddy kink and it’s quite long. I’m stil not sure if it’s alright, but I hope you like it. 

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. 

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah


“Styles Enterprises’ CEO Harry Styles enjoys 22nd birthday bash in tropical paradise with long legged beauty”

While no one would ever dream of describing Y/N as anything less than a genius, a business luminary whose accomplished eminence is often described as freakish by those who are several decades older than her yet much less successful, she could humbly admit to all of them that she was the biggest fool in the world for thinking that getting over Harry Styles would be easy. She didn’t want him back; she just wanted what he had taken from her. He could keep the black lace thong he had tucked into his pocket a couple of months ago after he had bent her over his desk, raining dirty words and harsh nibbles down her neck. But her sanity? He would definitely have to give that back. The sooner the better. As for delivery preferences, no white roses or puke-inducing handwritten notes this time, please. And while he was at it, she had another request: If he was going to be in her head all day, he should at least regard some sort of decency and put some clothes on. How inconsiderate of him. Chivalry is dead.

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You’re Mine (SMUT)

A/N: Also combining this with the person who said they wanted smut GIFs in the story. Enjoy! I apologise for the lack of GIFs in here as it’s kinda hard to find ones that fit the scenario in this story XD

Character: Harry

Warning(s): Smut. Rough-handling.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the GIFs used here

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Imagine waking up on a sunny morning with the buttery, orange-pinkish light streaming in through the new creme-colored silk curtains Harry had bought for you when he was in France shooting the movie. Everything is quite except for the faint sound of the vents humming and muffled birds chirping away outside. Harry has his face glued to the pillow, his bare back facing you since you had volunteered to be the big spoon the night before.

His short hair is in messy tuffs, sticking up at odd angles and you get whiffs of his Orchid Apple and Mandarines shampoo as you shift slightly, pulling one arm out from under his body and it’s warm from the heat he’s reflecting. You push your face into the back of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair even deeper and smiling against his scalp, your heart dripping with the warm syrup of familiarity and endearment.

You take spastic little sniffs, trailing them down the back and sides of his neck playfully, tickling the dip behind his ear bc you know he’s sensitive there. The proof is in how his shoulders shutter lightly, his head moving away from you a few inches and a soft, grumbly, throaty warning hum of, “Stop it…” fills the cool air around you.

And you roll your eyes, doing it even more, along with grabbing his broad shoulders and pressing him onto his back against the undone sheets, the upper half of your body on top of his. You watch with a small, loving smile as his whole face pinches, his nose scrunching up and wiggling in distaste at how you rose him so abruptly. His left cheek and jawline area is imprinted with tiny tick marks from the pillow and you laugh softly at how weird he looks.

Harry finally flutters his eyes open, squinting to take a few seconds to adjust to the bright lighting. His then focuses on you, face immediately dropping into a grimace. “Did y'havta wake me up right now? I was sleeping so good.”

“I can tell,” you agree, index finger tracing the marks on his face. “But I don’t want to be lonely.”

“And I don’t want to be tired.” He deadpans, yanking the covers back over his shoulders and snuggling into the mattress deeper, set on going back to sleep.

You snatch the covers from him, exposing his chest to the cold air. He gives a watery whine, kicking his feet like a child and pouting. “’M tired!”

“Too bad!” you snap jestingly, hugging him to your body tighter, one hand under his shoulders while the other lays on his chest, playing with the faint, sparse chest hairs.

It’s quiet for a few seconds and then harry sighs deeply, stretching his arms over his head and working out a kink in his neck. “I’ll stay awake if you make breakfast this time.”

You scowl. “It’s your turn.”

Harry shrugs, eyebrows raising and dropping dismissively as if saying, “Alright, then.” He starts to settle into bed again.

“No, no! Fine. I’ll make breakfast.” You give in, reaching up and using ur fingers to pry his eyelids open. He looks rather scary like that.

“Too late,” his voice is faint and wispy, his breathing already going back to a relaxed rhythm.

You sigh dramatically, hand coasting down to land right over the limp bulge in his boxer briefs. You cup it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Mmph!” Harry jolts, but his eyes remain closed, traces of a smirk hinting at the corners of his lips.

You massage up and down slowly, fondling his ball through the cotton cloth. His breathing catches faintly, but his eyelids don’t budge.

“I’ll add in a lazy morning fuck, too…” You whisper in a sing-sing voice, rubbing faster, looking up at him from where your cheek is pressed against his left pec.

One of his eyes opens drowsily, peeking down at you with new-found interest. “Upside down, over edge?”

Harry is referring to a position he had recently become fond of. He fancies laying the upper half of his body over the edge of the bed so that he’s upside down, all whilst you ride him. He liked it bc the feeling of the blood rushing to his head increased the intensity of his orgasm by adding little shots of pain throughout his brain and body. You weren’t very fond of it merely because when you would be riding him, you would always start tilting forward and come a hair short of face-planting the ground. But you still did it because the way his cock twitched inside you and the way his eyes would slowly roll back into his head made up for the near-concussion experience.

“Deal.” You say, already getting up onto your knees to wait for him to assume the position.

Energy seems to inflate his body and he scurries across the king-size bed to get comfortable. In seconds, you’re scooping him out of his briefs, his pretty cock already sporting a moderate case of morning wood– slightly hard with the tip leaking scarcely. You give him a few absentminded strokes as you work on kicking off your panties, feeling him grow thick and veiny beneath your fingertips.

You plant the palms of your hands agains his chest for support, digging your nails into the supple muscles and hearing him hiss through his teethe. “Y'ready?”

Harry let’s his head fall back, jaw and neck veins on full display. “Fuck me until I’m as limp as one of those pancakes you’re gonna make me.”

“You’re stupid and I hate you.”

“I’m hilarious and you love me. Now make this worth my while, chef.”