harry styles dark fanfiction

Kitchen Table

You’re drunk and horny and Harry just wants to get home before you get it on but you need it now

The bar was loud; you were pretty sure it was louder now than what it was when you first got there. Or maybe it was just the alcohol making your head throb slightly and every sound seemed intensified. Although this sound sensitivity was applicable to the music playing, it also affected how easily you heard Harry’s small groans in your ear as you danced. Your ass was pressed harshly against his front as you moved your hips, not caring that Harry was struggling to move his with the same, unsteady rhythm you were dancing to.

You weren’t plastered drunk, no, but the couple drinks built up your confidence just enough so that you could temporarily put aside your usually nagging insecurities. Instead, you felt less afraid to dance like this with Harry. Less afraid of telling him what you really want. This mix of being just drunk enough to really know what you’re doing and not stumbling all over the place, and being just tipsy enough to let your anxiety fade was a beautiful mix. And you had plans to make tonight as fun as you could.

The song changed, and Harry leaned in to put his lips by your ear and speak,

“Your rhythm is terrible.” He chuckled, and you spun around dramatically.

“My rhythm? No way! I’m a great dancer.” You laughed loudly, smiling up at him. He was quick to return the smile.

“Maybe you just think that ‘cause you’re drunk.” Harry was the designated driver, but he didn’t mind. Seeing you tipsy was always so entertaining to him.

“I’m not drunk.” You pouted, a little drunk.

“Yeah, sure babe. You’re completely sober.”

The smile on his face momentarily surprised you by how beautiful it was. Whenever you drank, he seemed that much more attractive, if that was even possible. You matched his smile and daringly ran your pointer finger down the expanse of his chest.

“Don’t make fun of me!” You demanded playfully as your finger now made its way to his hard abdomen. His eyes slightly widened as you kept the movement downward, and once your finger brushed against the button on his jeans his large hand moved to grab yours.

“We’re in public, pet.”

You could tell he was trying his best to maintain the playful mood from earlier, but the lust in his eyes was threatening to take over.

“I want you now, Harry.” You spoke as you looked up at him through your lashes and brought your bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes widened for a moment as he processed what you said. Instead of taking your request seriously, as you’d anticipated, he instead laughed loudly. It only caused you to pout more and yank your hand from his grip that he had on it.

“Is it funny to you that I want my boyfriend? Is it funny that all I want is for you to bend me over and fu-“

His hand quickly covered your mouth and you continued your filthy speech into his hand. His gaze was serious, and you smiled into his hand at the response you were finally getting. Now that your hand was free again, you wasted no time moving it to palm him through his jeans. It didn’t take long before the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth moved to roughly pull your hand from the crotch of his jeans.

“Stop it.” He ordered, and the tone of his voice made you quiver and press your thighs together. Tonight, all you wanted was this Harry. The Harry that told you what to do instead of asked. You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could as his fiery green ones stared into yours harshly.

“We’re leaving.” He demanded, and removed his hand from your mouth to start to pull you through the crowd and outside. His hold on your hand was soft enough that you knew he was being careful not to hurt you, but hard enough that there was no way you could escape it had you wanted to. But you didn’t want to.

Once outside, his free hand ran through the curls on his head and he let out a deep breath. The parking lot wasn’t large, so it was easy to find the car.

He opened the door and pushed you in, buckling the seatbelt over you. You felt like you were getting punished for something, but it didn’t bother you. Instead, you giggled to yourself as he made his way to the driver’s side and got in. Before he started the car, he looked over at you and shook his head.

“Why do you have to do things like that when we’re out?” He questioned, although his stern demeanor from earlier was long gone. In its place was a smirk, an angelic smirk that put his dimples on full display. For the second time that night, you had to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building inside you. He was just so perfect, that it blew your mind he was with you. Before you responded, you took your sweet time looking from his face down to his chest, clad in a plain black tee shirt, and down to the growing bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, you bit your lip and slowly moved your eyes back up to his waiting gaze.

“It’s just ‘cause I want you inside me is all.” You tried to act innocent as you spoke, but you knew it failed miserably. Without responding, he started the car.

“Waaaiiitttt” you slurred, and he halted his actions to allow you to speak, “I need you now.” You finished, looking up at him hopefully. Unfortunately, he didn’t look to be interested in your offer.

“I’m not fucking you in the car in this shitty parking lot.” He grumbled, but the growing hardness in his jeans told you otherwise. He shifted the car into drive and began to drive from the parking lot as you frowned at him. You were certain he could sense the frown you were giving him as he drove.

“If you aren’t gonna touch me, maybe I’ll just get myself off.” You huffed loudly, hoping to get a reaction from him. Yet, he didn’t even look over when he responded.

“We’re like ten minutes from home, can’t you wait?”

The alcohol in your veins definitely was what allowed you to prop your right leg up on the dashboard. The dress you were wearing quickly rode up to your hips and left both of your legs bare, and your black lacy underwear on full display for both you and Harry.

His head turned to look at you, his gaze lingering a little longer on the panties you were wearing, before he moved his eyes back to the road.

“Don’t even think about it.” He spoke harshly, and you smiled to yourself. He finally was understanding just how bad you wanted him. The whole night, all you could think about was how good it would feel to have him bend you over the bar counter and pound into you until you couldn’t remember how to walk. The thought drove you to move your finger to the wetness between your legs.

Without bothering to move the fabric, your finger began to circle your clit in a motion similar to the way Harry normally does it. He didn’t realize you disobeyed his order until his wide eyes abruptly looked over to you. Your eyes were closed, but you knew he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. The quiet car was now filled with your breathy moans. You pressed harder into your clit and it elicited a drawn out whimper from your throat.

“Oh, Harry.” You breathed out his name loudly. By now, your hips were moving up to meet your fingers with each circle.

You opened your eyes to see his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched. Outside, you noticed you were no farther than a couple minutes from home. This is when you had to make it count.

Moving your panties aside just enough to press one finger into your throbbing heat, you began to repeat his name over and over with a string of curses connecting them.

“Stop it. Now.” He barked the order at you, and instead of continuing the prior rebellious attitude you had, you obeyed. Once your legs were back where they should be, he visibly relaxed.

“I’m dripping for you, Harry.” You turned to face him and run your finger across his forearm.

“Are you gonna take good care of me when we get home?”

He gulped loudly. Now, the driveway was only about a hundred yards away.

He didn’t answer as you pulled into the driveway. He took his time shutting the car off and getting out. You didn’t have time to think before he opened your door, unbuckled your seatbelt, and helped you out of the car. His wrapped his arm around your waist as he unlocked the door and walked you both inside. You stood in the hallway awkwardly, not sure what exactly to expect from him tonight. Normally, he would’ve fucked you by now, either up against the wall or in the bathroom stall at the bar. Instead, he kicked his boots off and went into the kitchen to fill up a glass with water from the faucet. You gulped, now nervous.

“A-are you mad at me? I’m sorry I d-“ you began to ramble, but the look on his face stopped your speech.

“You want to be bent over, huh?” He said it casually, almost as if you were talking about what your favorite color was. You coughed, not sure what to say to him now.

“Uhm, well yeah.”

The confidence from earlier was now wearing off, and you didn’t like it.

“You want me to bend you over and fuck you from behind, that it? Is that why you had to put on that little show in the car?”

You didn’t respond as he finished his water, put the glass in the sink, and walked over to stand in front of you. You nodded shyly.

His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin to force you to look up at him; his eyes were dark.

“Does my baby girl want me to fuck her so good that she’ll feel me for days?” He questioned, his tone softening ever so slightly. You took a deep breath and tried to muster some of the confidence from earlier.

“All night I’ve been thinking about how good your cock stretches me out.”

At that, his grip on your chin only tightened, and you would’ve flinched had you not been positively aching for him.

He didn’t answer but instead led the both of you into the dining room. The only light was from the hallway, and it barely illuminated the dark wood of the table.

“Bend over.”

Him saying it now, with the rasp in his voice he only got when he was ready to fuck you, made you let out a heavy breath. His words alone made your insides clench.

You were quick to do what he asked, and you bet at the hips to lay your stomach flat against the table. From this position, you couldn’t see what he was doing behind you. But the vulnerability of it all made you shiver in anticipation.

“Good girl.” He murmured, and moved to pull your dress up around your hips and pull your panties down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. You couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze.

“You weren’t lying. You’re actually dripping for me.” He spoke in awe, and he trailed his hands up the middle of your thighs to brush against the pooling wetness. He hadn’t even touched you, and you were already ready to explode. His large fingers now brushed against your folds and the soft touch was enough to make your knees buckle. It took a moment before you could straighten them again.

Now, his fingers began to run up and down your slit, not yet pressing into your clit or entering you. He was teasing. And even though he was hardly touching you, you were practically panting against the table beneath you. You squirmed and attempted to move your hips against his fingers.

At this, his thick finger pressed inside you. You let out a prolonged moan at the sensation, and your thighs began to tremble. His finger began to leisurely move in and out of you.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl? Wanted my fingers knuckle deep in you? I can feel you clenching around me already.” His voice was incredibly husky, and you knew how much restraint it took him to not just pull out his cock and fuck you already. Instead, he wanted to tease you just like you teased him in the car.

His words made you clench harder around him and a loud “please, Harry” to escape from your lips. Your hands were now stretched above your head to grip onto the edge of the table to keep you from collapsing.

Without warning, his other hand moved to put pressure on your throbbing clit. You gasped loudly, back arching. The combination of his two hands moving in synch was too much for you and you immediately neared your orgasm. He was watching you closely, however, watching for the tell-tale signs you were about to come. Once your thighs began to shake and your grip on the edge of the table tightened, he suddenly stopped. At the loss of contact, you let out a guttural groan of disappointment.

“Shhh. Patience, baby girl.”

You heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and the sound of a zipper. You didn’t dare look back at him, it was too risky that he would tease you again. Instead, you waited for him, and it wasn’t long before you felt his thickness pressing against your opening.

Without entering you, he moved his head up and down your slit, collecting your wetness on the tip.

“H-harry, I need you inside me.” You breathed out heavily, desperate.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take all of me?”

You let a string of yes’s fall from your lips. That was all the answer he needed as he pressed into you. His cock stretched you out so much better than his finger, and the sensation made the muscles in your stomach flex.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He gasped. The new position allowed him to thrust deeply into you, reaching spots that made your vision blurry. His hips harshly rammed into yours as he gripped onto your hips to guide himself. You were certain you would be able to see his fingers on your flesh tomorrow due to the strength of his hold.

His pace only seemed to quicken, and you couldn’t hold back your whimpers for him. One of his hands moved to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull. You gasped at the uncomfortable position you were put in, but the overwhelming sensation of him throbbing inside of you occupied your senses instead.

“You take me so well, fuck.” He groaned loudly behind you. His words made you clench around him. His breathing sped up as a result. Although the position you were in was amazing, you couldn’t help but wish you could see his face. You knew his jaw would be clenched, and that little wrinkle would be prominent between his eyebrows.

As your climax edged closer, your moans got louder and louder with each thrust. When he moved a hand around your hips to press a rough finger against your clit, you pressed your thighs together and screamed his name. He pulled out so just his tip was inside you before pushing in again, seemingly deeper than before. He kept at this pace for a few more thrusts as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

“Be a good girl and come around my cock.” His voice was tense, and you could sense he was nearing his high as well.

With a final thrust of his hips, you finally came hard around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tensed around him, raising up on your tip toes as you rode out your high. His thick cock inside you was positively pulsating as your walls clenched around him and his fingers rubbed you through your climax, dragging the sensation on for an incredible amount of time. Above you, you heard a loud groan as he came inside you. It took a couple seconds before either of you were down from your high enough to move from the position you were in.

After he pulled out of you and helped you stand up straight, he yanked his boxers back up his legs. His jeans were at the floor with his shirt and your panties. Before he could so much as speak, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. The fire behind it was undeniable, and although it wasn’t meant to lead to anything, the real love behind it made you shiver. You really did love him so much.

The kiss deepened and it was cut off when you began to smile against his lips. He pulled back, a similar smile on his face.

“What?” He laughed, moving to push some stray hairs behind your ear.

In that moment, looking deep into his happy eyes, you had never been more content.

“I just love you is all.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I fuck you good.” He laughed loudly and pressed a kiss against your nose. “But yeah, I love you too.”

Music Series: Writer In The Dark by Lorde

Another good song by Lorde off her latest release! I’ve not had time to listen to the entire album yet, but hoping to soon. Such an interesting song and sound.

Crazy, two Lorde songs in my inbox next to each other. Thank you for your patience if you have sent a request. It’s rare that I get the queue below twentyish, as they rotate in at about the same clip as I rotate them back out again with a story. I write them in the order received, and occasionally I will do one of my own choices from my music library. Bit of a writer’s pick every now and then.

For me to make this directly about Harry and the reader in the correct POV, it would make y’all a bit of a stalker and Harry a big ol’ ass, and he is not, and I detest the fans who stalk Harry, so not gonna do that. Needs a twist. Good lyrics, just another that can’t be used literally.

Thank you, I appreciate you reading my work and requesting! This is Lorde’s “Writer In The Dark” from her latest album. You can hear it HERE on Spotify. Short, but sweet!




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Drunk (h.s.)

You heard him before you could see him. You heard His feet stomping against the floor trying to not make too much noise, but at the same time trying to keep balance. You heard him fumbling with the keys, trying to put the right one in the hole, and cursing everytime he didn’t get it right. You heard him finally opening the door, his deep breathes interrupted by hiccups ever few seconds.

You shook your head hoping it wasn’t one of those nights. Hoping maybe he came home at 3am because he went to get a late snack, or his car broke down, or maybe just maybe he did have a lot of work to do at the office. He couldn’t see you yet, and you could only make out his shadow as he fumbled to take off his shoes in the dark.

You wondered why you did this? Why you stay up to wait for him, when you know You’ll just be disappointed. You shake your head at your foolishness. If it hasn’t changed for weeks Why did you think it would change now? You were about to get up from the couch and run back upstairs before he could see you, but then the room lit up. You cursed under your breath when you could feel his eyes on you.

“Y/N?” He asked confused. You turned to face him and your eyes could see his bloodshot ones from a mile away.

“What are you doing awake?” Harry said slurring his words.

“I could ask you the same question.” You snap back.

“I was just-” He tried to answer you before you cut him off.

“Drinking again?” You said.

“Don’t be upset Y/N” he frowns while trying to walk straight towards you, tripping over his own feet.

“No” You said as you put your hand between you and him. “I don’t want to be near you when your wasted like this Harry.” He takes your hand that’s up to his chest and brings it to his lips

“I’m sorry Babeee” he slurs his words yet again “It won’t happen again.” You scoff.

“Yeah sure, just like how you promised yesterday, or the day before that, even weeks.” You said disappointed.

“I didn’t even have that much to drink” he lies as he hiccups.

You shake your head needing space from him to think about how to deal with all this as you turn to head upstairs.

“ Okay! Wait I’m sorry Baby.” He never calls you baby only babe making you wonder how much he really had to drink. He takes your hand again and turns you to face him. You really wanted to get away from him, you never liked him this drunk.

He leaned his lips next to your ear and whispers “let me make it up to you.” As he slowly kisses your cheek, and pushes you against the wall. You usually would enjoy this but the fact that you can smell the alcohol on his breath made you turn your cheek.

“You can’t just kiss me and except everything to be ok, Harry” You tell him. He lets out a frustrated sigh and brings one hand to his hair as he bangs his other one on the wall behind you, shaking it, causing you to jump.

“Shit” he says to himself. You knew he was having thoughts running through his mind, but you needed to know what they were.

“Why are you doing this Harry?” You say with a shaky voice. Not wanting to know the answer if it was about you, but you needed to know the truth.

“Is it me? Do you not want to be with me anymore?” Harrys head flew up and his eyes connected with yours immediately. “Is our relationship making you unhappy?” You say trying to hold back the tears, as Harry shakes his head repeatly.

“Y/N…” Harry tries to interrupt you but you just continue

“Is there another person you’re seeing?” Your voice cracked. “Is that why you’re coming home late and getting drunk?” You close your eyes trying to hold yourself together, But it just let the tears fall down your cheek. As you asked the last question, out of all of them that would be the worse.

“Y/N Stop!” Harry tells you as you tried to hold back your tears but couldn’t anymore. “Please don’t ever say that.” He says looking at your tear streamed face, making his heart break.

“Why would you ever think that?” He frowns as he wipes the tears falling down your face.

“You’ve be-been so distant lately and coming home late, and drinking your life away. Like you don’t want to be here. Like you don’t want to be with m-me” you say sniffling.

“Y/N, I love you why would I ever want to not be with you?” He steps even closer to you looking you straight in the eye.

“How do I even know your saying the truth, when you’re pissed drunk,” Harry placed both his hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at him as he stares into your watery eyes

“ Don’t you ever for one second, second guess my love for you, I love you Y/N, no matter what. If I’m drunk or sober, it’s the truth. I love you with all my fucking heart, my whole entire being. And I’m sorry that if you ever felt for just a millisecond that I don’t care about you. Because that’s farthest from the truth. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting this way, I’m a complete idiot for making you feel unloved and not special because you are a princess in my eyes, and I know I should treat you like one.”

You had more tears running down your face but not from sadness but out of joy,relief, happiness. But before you could say anything. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug that made you feel like the safest place on earth.

“I’m so so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you feel any less loved, it’s just at work, people this month have been getting laid off left and right and everyones saying my sections next, and there’s only a few people in our department, me included. So I’ve been stressed with that, scared I’m gonna loose my job, so I applied to other places just as back ups. I want to provide for you and us and I was stressed and scared I didn’t want to tell you. So I resulted to drinking and staying out late, which I know isn’t the answer. I’m just so sorry.” Harry finishes.

You try to calm your breathing while you were still wrapped in Harrys arms, getting his shirt all wet with your tears. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask.

“I didn’t want to worry you unless it was for sure.” You sigh and nod your head in understanding.

“Okay, but you have to stop getting drunk every night Harry, it isn’t healthy for you & definitely won’t solve your problems.”

“I know, I know I’ve just been a complete jerk putting you through this.” You look down to the floor remembering all the nights and mornings caring for Harry after he had a hangover and got sick.

“I should of handled the situation better, I screwed up and I’m so sorry.” Harry tells you never breaking eye contact. “Could you forgive me?” He searches your face to find an answer.

You thought for awhile and then nodded. Harry sighs in relief as he brings his hand up to your cheek.

“And your the only one that has my heart Y/N.” He leans closer to your face, you could feel his breath tingling my lips. “Forever & always.”

Before you could even tell him how much you loved him too, he closes the gap between your lips. Slowly kissing you as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. Before anything could go further you pulled away, and confusion was etched on Harry’s face.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you too. And we can get through this no matter what happens ok?” You said taking his hand in yours showing him your not going anywhere. He smiles and nods at the beautiful woman he can call his.

And then your lips were on each others once more, but this time because you kissed him.

A/N: This was my first ever post on this account, so I really hope you liked my little one shot! If you have any requests please feel free to tell me, I would love to do them. Also if you like this follow me for more posts, like this one!

An Actual Angel
I was listening to Sign of the Times while I wrote this so idk what to tell yaA story where Harry first plays you the song and things escalate from there if ya know what I mean ;)

“I’m sorry, pet, I’m just so tired.” Harry mumbled as he stood from the couch you were both sitting at. You frowned slightly, and stood to wrap your arms around him from behind. You pressed your cheek into his back.

“Don’t be sorry, I just hate to see you so worn out”, you spoke into his back and took a step back to allow him to spin and face you. His eyes looked deep into yours, and his hands rested on your hips. He slowly leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head. The kiss lasted for a couple moments; you could feel his soft breath against your scalp as his lips stayed pressed there.

“Do you want to hear the song?” He breathed out against your head and you froze in your spot. He had never offered to let you hear one of his newly recorded songs. Maybe he just finished and perfected the one he wanted you to listen to today?

You stepped back to look him in the eye and search his facial expression. His brows were furrowed and his bottom lip was brought under his top teeth as he genuinely looked at you.

“Oh, Harry” you sighed and moved in to hug him again. “Of course I want to hear it!”

“Are ya sure? I mean, I like it and all but I don’t know if-“ he began to ramble, a nervous habit of his, before you interrupted, “Harry. I would absolutely love to hear your song now play it for me you bumbling idiot.” He grinned, the look of worry began to disappear from his face.

“Okay, okay, don’t bully me” He laughed and leaned down to pull his laptop from his bag next to the couch.

You squirmed in excitement. Obviously you had heard Harry sing before, and you could only imagine how a studio recording of a song of his own writing could sound. As he searched through his laptop to find the audio, you were lost in your thoughts. You watched him scroll through files and you reached out to run your nails gently down his back. It seemed like your fingers always ached to be touching him.

He turned to face you, a nervous smile on his face. His green eyes were lit up with a sort of hidden excitement, and you couldn’t help but to return the smile. “You ready?” He asked, hand hovering over the touchpad of his laptop on a file entitled ‘Sign of the Times’. You nodded enthusiastically in response, and his finger tapped the touchpad to play the song.

For the next couple minutes, time seemed to move in slow motion. Although you didn’t know exactly what to expect from his song, the sound surprised you. An almost spacey rock anthem began to play through the speakers, and you gazed off into the distance as you listened. As you looked, you could feel his eyes on your face, but you were too physically moved by the song to return the eye contact. His flawless vocals practically made you shiver as the song continued.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until his calloused thumb brushed gently against your cheek to wipe the tear. After he wiped that tear, you were quick to run the length of your index finger underneath your eyes to remove the wetness and hopefully prevent your mascara from running all down your face.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked, his voice soft, before the song was over. In response, you smiled at him and put your fingers over your lips and shushed him in order to listen to the rest of the song.

The ending resolve, his high notes in particular, gave you goosebumps. And as the song came to a close, your tears return again, and were even larger. You were forced once again to wipe under your eyes, and once you finished you finally returned Harry’s stare. Although you had wet eyes, you smiled at him and nodded wildly.

“So you liked it?” he murmured beautifully, his voice was low and his gaze was strong.

“I can’t believe you wrote that! I feel like I just listened to an actual angel.” You giggled, only half-joking. The song had completely exceeded your expectations. “I absolutely loved it. You’re absolutely amazing and I love you so much, oh my God.”

Any hint of hesitation or nervousness was completely gone from Harry’s face, and in its place was the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him. His eyes were slightly squinted due to the intensity of the smile, and it was contagious. He leaned in, his hands pressing around the back of your neck and his thumbs rubbing both of your cheeks.

“I’m so glad you like it, pet” he spoke and immediately leaned in to press a kiss against your lips. His soft lips moved against yours passionately, not exactly rough, but not exactly soft either. Instead, you could feel the palpable love between the two of you. It wasn’t exactly surprising, the love you had from him was so strong you weren’t even sure it was even possible. His tongue pressed your lips open slightly and the kiss deepened. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his hair, and after a slight tug a groan escaped his lips. When he pulled back, he was breathless.

As he spoke his hands were still pressed against your neck. “I love you so much” he breathed out heavily. There weren’t enough words in the English language to fully elaborate on all of the love you had for him in that moment. His eyes were lit up with love and lust and pride and all you could think about was how absolutely and genuinely perfect he was.

You didn’t respond immediately, and instead moved to press your lips gently against his neck. You licked a small stripe and gently sucked on the spot on his neck. His breathing sped up considerably.

“I love you more than I can even tell you” you gently mumbled into his neck, not wanted to move from the heat he was radiating.

Since you weren’t going to move, he had to physically grip your shoulders to pull you back. His eyes met yours.

The lust in his gaze was evident. “If you can’t tell me, then show me”, he whispered huskily. You gulped before standing up slowly and gripping his hand to lead you both to the bedroom.

He deserved to feel exactly how he made you feel by playing his song for you. Once the door to the bedroom was closed behind you, you spun and pushed his shoulders to allow him to fall back onto the bed behind him. His eyes widened, and he looked you up and down in an approving manner.

Harry was almost always the dominant one in the bedroom, so standing here, above him, was quite the bizarre feeling. However, seeing him below you on the bed was a hefty feeling, and you attempted to swallow any nervousness.

“Baby girl…” he trailed off as you began to crawl up his body until you were straddling his hips and your hands were pressed against his chest. Denying the deep urge within you to kiss him, you instead pulled his tee shirt up off of his chest. The skin of his torso was slightly tanned. Your hands made their way to trace the outlines of the ink across his skin, and your lips were soon to follow. He tasted so distinctly like Harry, and you couldn’t get enough. You dragged your tongue across his chest and onto his collarbone to place a soft bite there. Underneath you, Harry had started to breathe a little heavier, and the bite you gave him made him jump with a small groan. You smiled into his chest and moved to run your lips across his neck now, licking and sucking as you moved across.

Without warning, his large hands gripped you tightly and flipped the two of you so that you were now underneath him. You could tell it was the dominant side of him wanting to take control of the situation, but tonight was going to be about him, not you.

Groaning in feigned annoyance, you sighed “Harry, why would you do that? I was trying something different!”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your nose before he replied, “Baby, you were driving me crazy,” as he spoke his hips grinded into yours and it led to a small gasp escaping from you lips, “don’t be mad at me.” His bashful smile was adorable, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Let me back on top” you smiled at him, plans already forming in your head about what you could do to him in that position.

“Must I?” he chuckled, not yet moving.

“Yes. You must.”

He quickly flipped you both back into the original position, and you couldn’t help but wildly grin.

“Thanks, baby cakes.” You laughed, and leaned to press another trail of kisses across his chest. No matter what the situation, your skin always craved to be touching his, especially his toned torso.

“Hey, don’t call me baby cakes.”

Without raising your head from his chest, as your lips were almost unable to move from his skin, you asked, “Why not?”

“Because I’m not a ‘baby cake’. I’m a big, strong man.”

You laughed into him before looking up to meet his eyes.

“Yes, Harry. The biggest and strongest man.”

His eyes lit up at the comical response, but you weren’t finished. Before continuing, you moved your hips down hard to press against the growing bulge beneath you.  A rhythm naturally picked up at you began to grind against him. “I love how big you are.”

He groaned, eyes temporarily squeezing shut as the pressure between the two of you built up. You could see in his face that he was searching for a response, but the constant grinding motion was distracting him. Slowly, you moved to sit on your knees between his spread legs and started to unbutton his jeans. He watched you closely as you did, making no move nor speaking. It wasn’t long before both his jeans and his boxers were pushed down his legs and thrown across the room to who knows where. In an effort to make him more comfortable, you removed your shirt and threw it across the room as well. His eyes greedily roamed over your bra-clad chest. You smiled to yourself, and leaned to lick across the tip of Harry’s cock. His eyes widened as he watched you pull him into your mouth. You sucked gently at first, simply just to tease him and watch his face contort so slightly as you continued.

“You taste so good” you murmured, and leaned in again to lick a stripe up the underside of his throbbing cock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a labored breath. Then, you pulled his tip into your mouth, and increased the intensity of your sucking. His hands found the back of your head and gripped the hair there tightly as he began to move your mouth further onto his cock. You let him lead your head however he pleased, and the speed at which you were moved up and down the length of him quickly increased.

“Fuck, baby girl your mouth feels so fucking good” Harry groaned below you, and the praise made you internally smile. During a particularly rough tug of your hair, his cock moved deep into your throat and you gagged around him. Stopping immediately, Harry pulled your head off of him so that he could look at your entire face. The fact his hand was still tightly gripping your hair only made you grin; he didn’t even realize that he was doing it, he was just naturally that way.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, searching your eyes. You wanted nothing else than to tell him to quit worrying so that you could have him squirming under you again. Nodding in response, you attempted to lean back down to pull his throbbing cock into your mouth, but his grip on your hair didn’t budge. You whined and continued to pull but his hand was locked.


“Baby girl, I’m gonna lose it if you suck me off again.”

“Please, I want you in my mouth” you pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. It was obvious he was genuinely considering giving in, but after a few moments it seemed as if he wasn’t going to.

“I want to come inside you baby girl, not in your mouth” he whispered, and your legs involuntarily squeezed shut tightly. His dirty words never failed to cause the wetness between your legs to make you writhe.

He sat up now to begin his work on your jeans and pull them off of your legs. After he swiftly removed your bra, you were completely bare above him. His eyes devoured every inch of your skin before he flipped you again, leaving him above you and resting in between your thighs. It was almost cute how he couldn’t help but being in control at all times.

“Harry, I wanted to make you feel good” you whined, looking up into his blazing eyes above yours.

“You always make me feel good, baby.”

With this, his hand moved down to grip his length and run it along the length of your slit. When his tip began to circle your clit, you arched your back and moaned louder than anticipated. Sucking him off earlier had created this intense want in your belly, and each time he spoke, or moved against you, you felt yourself ache inside to feel him.

“But I wanted to show you how much playing that song meant to me…” you trailed off, not breaking eye contact. Half of you desperately wanted him to just thrust inside of you already, but the other half was slightly disappointed you weren’t directly controlling how good he was feeling at the moment. His eyes softened.

“I know how much it meant to you, and believe me, you’ve shown how much it meant to you” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. As he lined himself up at your entrance, he suddenly stopped and you whimpered loudly. Your hips were completely lifting up off of the bed to find a way to push him inside you yourself. He laughed at your desperation and used the hand that wasn’t holding his cock to press your hips roughly back down onto the bed and you pouted.

“Do you really want to make me feel good? ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about this-“ he began, but you cut him off. Your voice was slightly shrill due to the all-consuming desperation to feel him

“What? Yes. Whatever you want.” You rushed to speak, and a huge smile spread across his face. He was enjoying torturing you. You, however, were positively aching for him to be inside you. Each time he barely shifted his hips as he spoke, most likely not purposefully, your insides would clench in preparation. Yet, his thick length never pressed into you as he continued,

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Harry, please. If it’ll make you feel good, of course I want to.” You begged.

“Okay.” he started, taking a deep breath and now completely removing his hips from yours. You loudly whined this time, and he smirked down at you. His hands suddenly moved to reach and grip both of your calves. What was he doi- Your legs were thrown up onto his shoulders, and you shuddered. In the new position, he had to press you hard into the bed below you, and it was slightly harder to breathe due to the pressure on your chest. Yet, any thoughts were wiped completely from your brain as he pressed into you slowly. An extremely long, drawn out moan escaped your throat as he buried himself inside you. The pressure inside you only heightened as he pulled out until just his tip was inside you before pressing all the way back in again. A string of curses left his mouth as he held himself up with a hand on either side of your waist. You both began to breath heavier and heavier with each deep thrust.

“You’re so deep” you moaned, voice higher than usually due to the tightening arousal inside of you. He grunted in response as his thrusts got rougher, and the sound of your hips slapping against each other got louder.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come around my cock” Harry groaned, his eyes staring into yours with a lust that shook you to your core. You knew that after a few more thrusts you were most definitely going to come, and you nodded wildly and breathed out a “yes”.

He seemed impossibly deep, and once his left hand moved to rub harsh circles into your clit, you knew you were done for.

“H-Harry” you squeaked, verging on your orgasm, but attempting to hold it back to wait for him. This night was supposed to be for him, and here you were coming too early.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

And that was all it took. The words pushed you off the cliff as seemingly every muscle in your body clenched, and your eyes squeezed shut. A wave of euphoria passed through every nerve, the feeling only drawn out by his continued thrusts and rubbing on your clit. It took many seconds before you came down from your high, and when you were fully aware again, Harry’s beautiful face was the first thing that caught your eye. His bottom lip was tightly between his teeth and his eyes were tightly shut.

“Harry,” you moved your hand up to run your thumb across his cheek adoringly.

“You feel so fucking good when you clench around me. Can you do it again?” his eyes didn’t even open as the words rapidly fell from him lips. You grinned, even though he couldn’t see it, beyond happy to see him in such a state of pleasure that he could barely speak. Without hesitating, you inhaled deeply to clench around him. The muscles in your stomach were shaking from the intense use, and above you, Harry came. His perfect face contorted to one of bliss and he let out a loud, dragged out “fuuuuucckkk”. He remained in this state for a few seconds before gently pulling out of you and collapsing next to you on his back. He took a couple deep breaths before turning his head to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“God, I’m so glad I played you that song” he laughed, and you joined him.

“I bet you are. Maybe you should play me your songs more often” you were only half joking.

“If the sex is gonna be like that, then maybe I should” he replied, with your favorite stupid smirk on his face.

Do You Like It?

Short blurb – perhaps my shortest ever. It was going to turn into something else, but I think I’ll have to save that for tomorrow when I’ve actually taken proper care of myself and am not crashing from hours spent screaming about his hair. x. 

“What did you do?”

The words are silted as you stop in your tracks on the way to the kitchen.

“Nothin’ much.” Harry ruffles his hair.

His short, freshly shorn hair.

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Shitty Ceramics (h.s.)

Anonymous said:
Hello! Can you write something where Harry and you go to a cooking class ( or any class really, like a painting class or baking class ) and Harry’s not so good at it and gets pouty and just full of fluff :)

Sneak Peek:

“First off I want to say thank you for helping me out in ceramics, you really have great talent. And I know I’m still shit at ceramics, but I’m more shitty at explaining my feelings towards you.” Harry says nervously, making your heart skip a beat.


You weren’t really sure why you signed up for a ceramics class, but now you’re super happy you did. You always enjoyed making things and this was a great way to do that. Also it’s not like you had anything fun to do this summer. This was better then staying cooped up in your room, doing nothing all day.

“You’re work is wonderful Y/N, keep it up.” You smiled at what your teacher said about your new piece.

You say a small thank you, as you get up to get the glaze, since your work was almost done. Before you grabbed it you examined your dirty hands that had clay and paint splattered all over it. You picked at your finger nails trying to get the clay off, but it was no use.

Finally finding the glaze you grab it, and place it on the empty desk next to you. The memory comes to your mind of the girl who used to sit here, and how she hated this class so much that she quit. You were sad to see her go, since she was the only person you really talked to here. But it was also a bonus that you got an extra place to work, because your desk already had too much stuff on it.

You grabbed the medium size paint brush, opened the glaze, and started applying it to your tile. You were so happy with how it turned out, it was simple but colorful. You couldn’t wait to bring it back to your apartment, and make it a home by your bed side table.

You silently hummed to the music that was making way through your headphones, as you toned out the world around you. You did that a lot. Going in your own little world and forgetting your in a class room with others, doing the same thing as you. But you didn’t mind. You brushed your hair out from your face, careful not get glaze in you hair again. Knowing first hand how hard that is to come off.

You felt a presence behind you making you tense up for a bit. But then remember that it was probably your ceramics teacher admiring your work, so you continued.

“Her little brother never told you but he loves you so, he says your mother only smiles on the tv shows.” You sing to yourself and glaze.

“Everything was blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans-” Suddenly one of your earbuds was yanked from your right ear.

Almost dropping your work from the surprise, you quickly look up to see who did that.

Then you come face to face with a guy with a sorry look on his face, while he tries to say something.

“What the heck was-”

“I’m really sorry, honestly. The teacher told me to sit here” he points to the desk that wasn’t yours, but you were occupying it.

“I’m new, and I’m sorry I took out your ear phones but I reckon you wouldn’t of heard me, I tried.” He sends you a warm smile.

Realization hits you and you feel bad for almost yelling at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know anymore new people would be joining this class, let me just move my stuff. One second.” You hurry and grab the paint brushes, glaze, and some other items, you had scattered all over the desk and placed them on your side.

You could feel the guy watching you swiftly move to get his new area clean. You pretty much were done, when you looked over at your now unorganized small desk, that you forgot your piece you were working on.

“This is so cool. Did you make this yourself?” The deep voice of the guy said.

You turned around to see what he was looking at and your eyes suddenly widened. You quicky walked to him.

“Oh wait no, you can’t hold it yet it’s not done drying.” You say grabbing his hand and taking it from the bottom where their was no glaze, and then you put it back on your desk. You sighed when you saw his finger prints now etched into your tile.

“Oh shit” he looks at what he did, feeling bad. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know, honest-”

You give him a small smile “honestly it’s ok, I have other things I’m working on. It’s not a big deal.”

“I feel like a complete idiot. First I disturb you from listening to your music, make you move, and now I messed up your work.” He frowns.

You laugh “It wasn’t even my own desk, and I understand really. Your apology is accepted.”

He sighs in relief and smiles, “Thank yo-”

“Ah, Y/N I see you met Harry. He was on the waiting list, and since Stella left, it was perfect.”

The teacher goes on about the whole program to Harry. You finally got to actually look at him. He was quite the looker you thought to yourself. He was very tall and had a nice set of eyes. Your teacher showed him around the room and introduced him to all the tools. You could tell he wasn’t really paying attention as you saw his eyes looking anywhere but where she was pointing too.

You didn’t realize you were staring for so long until you saw his eyes lock to yours. He sends you a quick wink. Your eyes widen as you quickly turn your head back to your work and blushed.


You could feel him looking over at you the whole class, but you didn’t dare to look to see if you were correct. The teacher told you that if Harry had any questions to help him, and that your his working partner, since he is new at all this. You just nodded your head agreeing with her.

Harry wasn’t doing anything today, since he came a bit late.

“Okay guys we are leaving in about five minutes, so start getting cleaned up so you can get out in time.” The teacher announced.

Everyone’s chairs started to move as we all started to put our materials away and get ready to leave for the evening. You checked on your tile that you placed in the oven and set it on the side dish too cool off over night. You quickly washed your hands and started to grab your things to go home.

Pushing your chair into your desk, and slinging your bag onto your arm you head to the door. Your teacher said goodbye to you as you did the same.

Right as you pushed the door open, and walked into the hot, humid, summer air. You heard footsteps behind you.

“Wait, hold on!”

You quickly turned as you were outside. You see Harry running towards you. You didn’t realize you let go of the door, until it slammed into him.

“Oh my gosh!” You ran towards him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were behind m-”

“What’s your name?” He interrupts you.

You looked at him confused.

“Wait but are you ok?” You look over him concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine really, I’m a big boy.” He smirks.

“But I never caught your name, I was just wondering since you are gonna be helping me a lot. And I honestly just wanted to warn you that I’m shit at ceramics.” He catches you off guard.

You laugh, “oh really?”

“Yeah I’m dead serious if their was an award for “The worlds shittest ceramics person ever” I know I would win that”

“You can’t be that bad.”

“You just wait and see.” His eyes glisten as he looks down on you.

“Oh yeah, I’m Y/N” you said adjusting your bag on your shoulder, a nervous habit you do.

“Ah that’s pretty.” You say a small thank you.

“Well I gotta run, but I’ll see you Wednesday Yeah?”

You nod.

“Can’t wait, see ya Y/N” he says as he walks away.

As you walk over to your car, you kept replaying the way he said your name, and you liked it.

You turned back behind you too see if he had gone, but you can already see that he turned back to look at you.


Okay maybe Harry wasn’t lying when he said that he was shit at ceramics. Well maybe not shit he was ok. More like crappy, bad, horrible. But shitty was maybe too strong of a word.

“This is stupid!” He yells as you see him trying to keep his hand steady while he is working on the pottery wheel. But his hands are going in opposite directions and it wasn’t steady. You were happy you guys were in the back room, so Harrys common shouts wouldn’t disturb the others.

“We’re you even listening when the teacher taught you how to use it?” You scold him.

“Nope” he said “I was too busy looking at prettier things.” Your memory of yesterday comes back, but you ignore it.

You laugh at his frustration and make your way over to him. You shoo him off the chair and sit down to show him.

“Like this.” You put a new set of clay on the wheel, and turn it on. “You have to keep your hands flat like this. And slowly go up and down. Make sure your nails don’t get caught just keep them straight, but relaxed. Kind of like your petting a cat.” You look over to make sure he is looking.

Harry watches you intently and nods his head at everything your saying. You quickly get off the stool and tell him to try again.

“Can you just do everything for me?” He whines, making you giggle.

“Of course not! How are you ever gonna learn, Harry?!”

“Ok, ok” he puts his hand up in defeat. “Your right.”

He sits himself back down on the wheel and tries again. But this time you can tell he actually followed your advice and you smiled.

“Your getting the hang of it just one thing, don’t spread your fingers too much.”

“It’s hard, Y/N, my hands are massive, and it’s not helping that were making the smallest thing ever with my huge hands.” He pouts and you shake your head.

“Here let me help you.” Harry moved back on his chair to give you room to sit infront of him. You stood their having a battle in your brain if you should sit there. But you decided too, since your just helping him learn.

You place your hands on top of his, to keep his fingers together. “Just like this, it’s not too hard. Ya?” You ask him but you heard nothing in response.

You could hear Harrys soft breathing, and that’s when you realize you were so close.

“You have small hands.” Harry says.

“No way, you mister just have overly big hands. Like look at them.” He chuckles at your statement.

You looked at both of your hands on the spinning wheel working together, with clay all over them. You tilted your head a bit to Harry and saw that he was already looking at you. But not at your face, but at your lips. Your breathe softly hitched in your mouth as you realized how even closer you guys have gotten, and Harry was leaning in.

“I- I think you got the hang of it now.” You say taking your hands off his and getting off the chair you shared.

“Um yeah, thanks.” He says taking a deep breathe.

“I’m gonna head back to the front room, to finish my work. If you need anymore help ask me okay?” You say in one breathe trying to collect your thoughts.

“Okay, I will.” He gives you a small smile as you quickly went to the other room.

You sat back on your desk, thinking about what just happened. You almost kissed! You place your head in your hands. This is ridiculous, you guys just met. But the weird thing was that you wanted to.

You really wanted to kiss Harry.

All these chemicals have clearly gone to your head. You thought as you went back to work.


Weeks have passed and you and Harry became much closer as friends. You guys would laugh and hang out during class. You would say that Harry has gotten so much better at ceramics from your help. You liked having him around he was a great person always kind, generous , and caring.

As you got out of your car to head to another day of class. You saw a few of your classmates standing outside the building, and walking away disappointed. When you got closer you could hear them chattering.

“What’s going on?” You ask

“Class is canceled today.” A red head you think her name was Eve told you, and pointed to a paper hung on the door that read:

Sorry guys no Ceramics class today. I had an emergency family event in Georgia. Class will start next week on Wednesday. Sorry for the inconvenience.

You sighed, you were bummed honestly. Not going to ceramics not only meant that you couldn’t do art, but you couldn’t see Harry. And the second option was the biggest concern right now. Making you wonder why?

“Hey Y/N, what’s going on?” You felt a hand take yours and you knew it was Harry. Which made your stomach flutter.

“Class is canceled until next week.” You pout.

“Aww man, does that mean I won’t be able to do my awesome ceramic skills?” He says sarcastically.

You roll your eyes. “ oh come on, you know I’ve taught you well. You owe me be big time buddy.” You say hitting your hips against his. He laughs and nods his head.

“So what are you gonna do now?” He asks you as you guys walk back to where your cars were to go home.

You sigh “ Go home and do nothing probably”

“Hmm how about we hang out?” He turns to you making you stop walking.

You think for a second. “What did you have in mind.”

“Maybe grab some food at the diner down the street. Since I owe you for all your hard working for helping me with ceramics. It’s my treat.” You look up at his dimpled smile as he talked.

“Harry I was only kidding, you don’t owe me anything.”

“I know, but I still want to do this. I still want to hang out with you.” He takes your hand in his again and that feeling in your stomach comes back. “Come on Y/N lets actually hang out together in a place that doesn’t smell like chemicals, making us loose brain cells.” You laugh at his statement.

“Okay styles. What are you waiting for lets go!”


“What’s your favorite thing to do, besides ceramics obviously?” Harry asks you as he eats another French fry.

“Hmmm” you think to yourself as you sip on you lemonade.
“ I like gardening. Well kind of, it’s more like I like flowers. I keep a bunch in my house. Like everywhere. It’s honestly ridiculous” You laugh to yourself at all the flowers you have around your house.

“What’s your favorite?” You look up at him. He countinues, “Flower I mean.”

“Wow thats really hard, but I would have to say probably…” You go over all the flowers you ever liked in your head.

“Probably Dahlias, they are so pretty and colorful. So probably those.” Harry smiles at you, and you smile back.

“ What about you? What do you like to do?” Your curiosity gets the better of you. You wanted to know more about Harry. You wanted to know everything about him.

“I write a bit, and I also play a few instruments. That’s pretty much me. Nothing that interesting really.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“What made you even want to do ceramics? You laugh. “No offense you don’t really seem that into it. The last girl hated it and quit.” You wondered why he didn’t just leave. Even though you didn’t want him too.

“I don’t know I wanted to try something different. Ya know? I honestly was thinking about it the first day I came in. But I guess I saw something that made me stay.” He slowly looked up at you.

Making you want to do what you almost did a few weeks ago.


But Harry didn’t really seem to take you for anything more then just a friend.

After you talked for hours, you didn’t even realize the sun was setting until you got out of the diner.

“Today was fun.” Harry broke the silence as you were making your ways back to your car.

“I know! Who knew we can have fun when we aren’t doing ceramics.” You guys both laugh.

Harry walked you to your car even though his was on the opposite end of the parking lot.

“Thank you for treating me to lunch.” You say as you lean against your car door not wanting this day to end.

“No problem Y/N, we should hang out more often.” You grinned bigger then you should at what he said.

“Definitely.” You open your car door and was about to get in when Harry brings you back around and gives you a tight hug. It took you by suprise but you hug him back.

“Get home safe. And text me when your home.” Your heart aches at how caring he is. But you smiled at the fact that you could text him now. Remembering when Harry took your phone today and added his number

While making his name in your contacts “cutie with the curls”


The last few classes Harry has been working on a piece but you didn’t know what it was. Everytime you asked him he would brush it off and avoid the question. He hasn’t even really been talking to you much in class lately or asking you for help. Which made you a bit sad that he didn’t need you anymore, but you understood. He was working on something special by the looks of it.

Your feelings for Harry haven’t gone away. They probably have gotten worse. You know for a fact that you like him, a lot. But it’s not like you can do anything about it, you knew that.

Your friendship was more important then these unwanted feels, that you knew he didn’t return.

You sighed to yourself as you started molding your next piece you wanted. Class was going to end soon and you weren’t even close to being done, too distracted by your thoughts of Harry to get any work done.

“You okay , love?” Harry asks you as he makes his way back to his desk. You smile at how recently he’s been calling you that.

“Yeah, just tired is all” You lie. He nods his head and goes back to what he’s been working on.

“So, what are you making?” You try and look over but his body is covering it.

“It’s nothing really, it’s not even for me. I’m making it for someone.” Your heart sinks as you see all the paints he is using are all bright colors. Making you think it’s for a girl.

“She seems really special, for you to be doing all that for her.” You say too bitterly for your own liking.

Harry looks up at you as you look back down.

“Yeah my mom is pretty special.” He says.


“Is it okay, if I stay after a little. I can lock up. I’m just almost done with this piece.” You ask your teacher.

“Of course honey.” Here’s the keys. “Just put them in the mail box when your done.” You nod and thank her.

The classroom was pretty much empty with just a few more people, Harry included, and they were about to leave.

After a few minutes everyone was gone, but Harry. But he was packing up to go.

“You want me to walk you to your car?” He asks you.

“I’m fine, I’m staying after for a little to finish this.” You tell him motioning to your clay you’re almost done setting.

“I can stay for a bit and wait if you want.” He asks looking worried.

“It’s fine, I’m good really I’ve done this before.” You reassure him.

He looks over at the windows as the sun starts to set and shakes his head.
“It’s good, I’ll keep you company. I have nowhere to be anyways.” He takes his bag down and moves his chair closer to you.
You smile and thank him.

“So what are you making?” He asks.

“I’m trying to mold this into a little square dish so I can put my car keys and bracelets on it.” You tell him, not making eye contact, but focusing on the wheel so you wouldn’t mess up.

“You have so much concentration, I don’t think I can ever be so patient like you. It’s admirable really. Your art is beautiful.” He compliments you.

“Thanks Harry, your too nice” You look up at him to show him how much you appreciated his compliment.

“No problem.” he grins making his dimples pop out.

“I think I’m almost done” You say moving your hands back and forth to get the desired shape you wanted. You kept moving your head back to try and get your hair out of the way. Since it was almost falling into your mold.

Harry sees you struggling and takes his hand and tucks your hair behind your ear. You turn off the wheel and smile, and turn to Harry to thank him.

But there he was again already looking at you. His blazing green eyes searched your whole face for something, but you didn’t know what. You could feel your heart beating in your chest for how close you guys were once again and you really just want-

Before you could finish that though Harry leaned in brushing his lips against yours first, before kissing you.

Catching you by suprise you almost fall off your stool but Harry’s hands were placed now on your waist keeping you steady. You then leaned in and kissed him back.

Your breathe hitched as you felt his tongue gain access between your lips. Harry’s lips against yours was the best feeling ever. Your hands just wouldn’t stay still as you placed them on the side oh his face and closer to his hair. Making him moan in satisfaction.

You quickly pulled away from him, and realized what you have just done. You saw the grey clay all over the side of Harrys face and his hair.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. My hands I-I” you say trying to hold in a giggle, as you looked over Harry’s face.

Harry gives you a deep chuckle “shhh, it’s ok.” He says and before you try and apologize again

He eagerly kisses you.


You sat in your car outside ceramics class just thinking. You thought about everything that happened last night with you and Harry in that very building in front of you. You thought about how much you loved the feeling of his lips on yours and how you wanted to kiss him again.

And how after you both pulled away he told you “I wanted to do that since the day I saw you.”

Making you realize he did like you, and you couldn’t be happier.

You trace your fingers on your lips where Harry kissed you last night, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You’ve never been kiss like that before.

But you didn’t know what the next step will be in your relationship. Obviously you guys weren’t just friends now. But you didn’t know how to go about everything.

To clear your head you came back here even though you didn’t have class. To pick up the dish you were working on last night, since your plans were turned elsewhere. Your cheeks started to heat up, just thinking about how Harry made you feel.

You made your way inside, and picked up the few items you needed to do a few touch ups at home. Since you totally forgot to drop the key in the mail box yesterday.

You grabed your mold that dried over night, happy with the way it turned out. You looked over to see if you should bring anything else home. You spotted a pretty paint color you thought would be nice to borrow until the next class.

As you were about to leave your eyes trail over the wheel area where you and Harry kissed last night. Wishing it can happen all over again.

You look down at your watch and decide to head back home. Buy You cleaned up a little from yesterday first.

You were putting the cleaning supplies back on the top shelf when the door dinged signaling someone had come in.

You drop the disinfecting wipes and screamed. But then you turned around and your eyes widen as you see Harry. He is wearing black jeans with a grey shirt. While a bandanna covered part of his hair. He looked hot.

“I’m sorry” he rushes over to you. Picking up the wipes. “ I didn’t mean to scare you, love.” He cracks a smile.

“I just didn’t know anyone was coming.” You put your hand over your heart, to try and calm
It down. Harry holds out a hand for you, and you take it.

“Me neither.” He says locking eyes with you. The memories of yesterday resurfaced and all you wanted to do was lean in and kiss him.

“Why are you here?” You ask.

“If I’m honest, hoping you would be here. Since I knew you didn’t finish your work yesterday.” He said smirking.

You looked down and smiled. “ Yeah but I’m taking it home.”

Harry nods, searching your face and just for a brief second looks at your lips but then stops.

“I want to show you something.” He tells you.

“Okay.” You say more of a whisper.

Harry takes your hand in his and pulls you out the building as you lock up.

“Where are you taking me?” You giggle.
He didn’t answer but soon we were in the parking garage and standing infront of Harrys car.

Harry looks really nervous and you started getting nervous too. Did he regret anything? He unlocks his car and brings out a shoe box. You looked down on it confused.

“First off I want to say thank you for helping me out in ceramics, you really have great talent. And I know I’m still shit at ceramics, but I’m more shitty at explaining my feelings towards you.” Harry says nervously, making your heart skip a beat.

“So I made this for you, because I think your amazing and I wanted you to know that.”

Harry lifts the shoes box and you gasp.

The box revealed a pretty flower pot decorated with beautiful colors. But inside it their was a bit of soil, and you couldn’t believe it.

Your favorite flowers, Dahlias.

You brought your hand to your mouth as you looked over everything. “Did you make this for me?” You ask look up at Harry as he bit his lip. You realized this was what he working on all these weeks.

“Yeah, I know it’s not the best but-” You cut him off but placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Harry shut up its amazing! Oh my gosh! How long did it take.” You take the pot out of the box and examine how greatly crafted this was.

At the end bottom of the pot it said:

All The Love -H

You smiled so big, you loved it so much. And the flowers made it even better.

“You remembered.” You softly say, as you touch the petals of the flowers.

“Yeah, your favorite flowers. Pretty flowers for an even prettier girl.” Harry says to you.

You place the pot on his car and hugged Harry.

“Thank you Harry. You have no idea what this means to me.” Harry says your welcome and hugs you back.

“I want to be more then just friends, love. If it wasn’t obvious.” You laugh into his shirt. “So can I take you on a real date?” He asks while he pulls you away from him, wanting to see your face.

“Yes! I would love tha-” Before you could even finish Harry had his lips on yours. Making you giggle into the kiss. You were on cloud 9 right now.

“I’m so happy, I stayed.” Harry whispers into you ear.

And you nodded, you were so happy too.


A/N: I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! I know that this took me forever but I loved how it turned out! Please reblog/like it and tell me what you think! Also requests are open!

Money can’t buy happiness (Harry Styles Imagine)

Can you do one where Harry is a business man and Y/N is a spoiled bitch?(and his wife) but they love each other ?

You better have bought me that bag I was asking for Mr Styles. Otherwise, don’t expect to see me when you get home.

Love from your darling wife,


An email like that was normal for Harry. Normal for his kind of marriage; So he thought. Whenever Y/N demanded something he caved in and ran to her beck and call. If she asked for all the stars in the sky he would somehow manage to give them to her, because in Harry’s eyes Y/N deserved every single piece of the world. In Harry’s eyes Y/N was a Greek goddess that he couldn’t get enough of, no matter how many years went by.  

The drive home was a long one. Cars continuously obstructed Harry’s path causing his baby to have to wait even longer. Harry hated being late home. Leaving Y/N alone all day was bad enough and many days Harry had to fight the urge to turn back in morning rush hour traffic and go back home to his wife.

Sometimes Y/N would visit Harry in his office. Dressed in a beige Burberry mac covering lingerie which left little to the imagination, she would drape her petite frame across his desk murmuring sweet nothings against the business man’s neck. When she was satisfied by Harry’s manhood and tantalizing kisses she would leave, the echo of her louboutins playing over and over in Harry’s head.

She’s a tease, and she knows how to put Harry right where she wants him. But Harry enjoys it. He loves tiptoeing around her and running to his wife’s beck and call. It’s all part of the thrill.

Pulling onto the drive he looked up at the mansion. Walking to the door, Vivienne Westwood bag in hand, he fumbled in his back pocket for his keys. Entering into the hallway, Harry’s nostrils were greeted by the sweet smell of beef stew, his favorite dish made by her. Following the smell he was met by his beautiful wife, draped in an apron, wooden spoon in hand. Harry entrapped her from behind into a tight embrace causing a small giggle to leave her lips.  

“Home at last” she smiled, turning around to face her husband. “Hmmm” Harry mumbled, nuzzling himself into her neck. “Awww has my baby had a long day?” she cooed earning a nod from Harry. She then moved her husband towards the dining table and sat him down on a chair. “Now, Mr. Have you got what i asked for?” “Yes darling” the tall man spoke pointing towards the Vivienne Westwood paper bag that was slumped next to him. Pulling the handbag out she gasped in awe. “The exact one i wanted. Good boy” she smirked kissing Harry on the cheek before sauntering back over to the stove.

Harry watched his wife in awe. The dual personality she adorned ignited his soul. The bitchy side he knew all too well enthralled him and left him wanting more. Yet the cute, affectionate side she was showing now as she stirs the stew makes him feel warm and loved.  

Y/N loved playing into Harry’s hands. She wasnt a bitch, nor was she a gold digger. She just knew what made Harry tick and Harry’s enjoyment of this relationship was in her best interests. The gifts didn’t really mean anything to her, but the way Harry jumped at her beck and call made her feel powerful, loved and cherished.  

At the start of their relationship she was weak. Harry’s ego and wealth empowered her and she was unable to compete. At first, the showering of gifts seemed unnecessary to her. She isn’t with him for the money. But the fact he insisted made it easier to take. Not before long Y/N realised that if she wanted to get an upper hand on Harry the power of gifts was the way forward. So she began getting angry when he failed to deliver. 


“Baby, I’m home!” Harry bellowed through the house. Walking through the hall and into the living room he found her. “Here you are” he smiled. “Where’s my earrings?” she rudely scowled. “What earrings?” he asked, pure confusion etched upon his face. “The ones you promised me. You told me I would get them today.” Her glare was dangerous. “Oh, yes. I remember, I’m so sorry darling” the tall man hushed. Y/N turned away and smirked to herself, knowing that her plan had worked. “I’m disappointed and hurt Harry” she pretended to be upset. “What, why love? I’ll get them don’t worry!” he rushed towards her but she refused to meet his gaze. Growing panicked Harry pulled her towards him by the waist. “Y/N, darling. I promise tomorrow they will be with you. Okay?” “Fine” she spoke coldly pulling away from him and walking into the kitchen.


Since that day Harry has never slipped up or failed to produce once. And that’s when Y/N realised that she had finally gained power. Harry insisted that she stayed at home whilst he worked therefore she had no income of her own. Playing on this idea she would tell Harry that’s why she relies on the gifts. But it’s a lie. All she relies on is the power it gives her.  

She even held power when entering Harry’s office. That’s mostly why she visits. All the workers suddenly look interested in their computer screens whenever she walks by. No doubt scared in case the boss’ wife is on a lookout. The girls would scowl and look at her in disgust,  jealous of her perfectly styled hair and designer attire. Everybody wanted to be Harry’s girl; the difference was she actually is.  

“So, how was work today?” she asks, shoveling a spoonful of stew into her mouth. “Boring, Janice is slacking again” dipping his bread into the stew. “Maybe I might have to pop in again then, give her the glare” she winks causing Harry to chuckle. “You could always visit me too.. if you wanted to of course?” he asks, almost scared of her reaction. “Sorry, I’ve got better things to be doing” she spoke whilst filling her spoon. “Oh” the older man simply spoke. Y/N looked up only to see the look of sadness on Harry’s face.  

Bursting out laughing she covered her mouth with her perfectly manicured nails. “Harry I’m joking. Of course I will come and see you” she giggles. “Oh” he laughed, suddenly becoming aware of the joke that had been played on him. “Im not a total bitch you know. I mean, im not a bitch at all right?” she asks, becoming panicked. “No love your not” Harry replied. “When I demand for gifts it’s just for fun you know. I know you enjoy our little game as much as I do right?” she asks, feeling guilty for her behavior. “I know love. I know it’s all an act. I do remember the little innocent Y/N I fell in love with you know” he laughs whilst chewing on his stew. “But what about the Y/N sat right here now?” “The Y/N sat right here now is mature, dominating and fucking sexy” he replies reaching under the table and squeezing her thigh. Her angelic face is overcome by a smile as she looks lovingly at her husband.

The reassurance that Harry was happy with the game they were both playing was all that she needed and it wouldn’t be long before a new plan would make way into her head.


The next day Harry practically drowns in piles of paperwork whilst his PA sits outside probably swiping right on Tinder. He wishes he could be at home with Y/N more than ever.  

The clicking of Jimmy Choos could soon be heard as Janice the PA slams her phone down out of fear and horror. “Ah, Janice, that wasn’t a phone I saw was it?” Y/N asks. “No, miss” “Good, I wouldn’t want to have to inform my husband that his secretary is a full blown slacker now would I?” she smiles sarcastically. “Definitely not Mrs Styles” Janice practically shakes. “Good Darling. Because I’ll have you know that people are desperate to be sat in that chair right now and working for Styles Enterprise. Harry could have any PA that he wants. So I’d start doing some work if I was you” she growls whilst leaning down towards Janice. “Yes Mrs Styles” the younger girl frantically nods. “Good” Y/N nods back before sauntering into Harry’s office.

“Well, let me just say darling. You won’t be having problems with her again” she smiles, proud of herself. “Oh you didn’t” he smirks impressed by her work. “Oh honey, I did” she laughs whilst sitting on his desk next to his computer screen. She made sure to drape her legs over his crotch and lean over him to reveal her very ample cleavage. “So, what are you doing?” she asks, fluttering her eyelashes as Harry points to the large pile of paperwork. “Well that looks… fun” she laughs. “I can’t contain my excitement” he jokes back.  

Standing up she runs her finger over his crotch. “Well, I’ll do you a deal baby” she whispers down his ear causing him to bolt upright in his seat. “If you finish all this work I will reward you when you get home later, but I want proof that you have.” Harry’s Adam apple bobs as he gulps in anticipation. “Okay, deal” he finally speaks. She then sways her hips seductively and walks towards the door not before turning back towards the figure in the chair. “Oh Harry, I forgot to tell you baby” she cooes causing him to look up. “Mmmm” he hums back. With one swift movement her coat is undone and flat on the floor leaving her standing in a black lace corset set with matching suspenders.  

Harry’s instinct was to leap out of his seat eyes bulging wide. “Remember our deal daddy” she purs whilst picking up her coat and putting it back on. “Right, yes” he speaks, remembering what he has gotten himself into. “Tonight” he repeats. “Enjoy baby” she smirks and with one swift movement she was gone.

Walking towards the lift she giggled to herself. She had Harry right where she wanted him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

This was requested by anon! Sorry it took a while but i have worked a lot on it so hopefully its good? Please like if you read. If you have a request please message me. Also message me with feedback on what you think of this, i’m intrigued to know. Thanks guys!

Kirstie xx

Young & Beautiful - Velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.