Dom Y/n, Sub!h, And Sub!z Being Punished
dom y/n, sub!h, and sub!z being punished
collars
summary: collars & leashes!
warnings: coarse language, use of collars and leashes
pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik
•••
Y/N thinks this is the filthiest thing she had ever seen in her life.
At her feet, both Zayn and Harry were kneeling in front of her, patiently waiting for her to do something. Their hands were obediently behind their backs, not daring to touch themselves unless she told them too. They were completely at her mercy, willing to do anything she wanted ever since she put those black collars around their necks and attached a leash to them.
“Why are you being punished?” She asked Harry softly, tilting his chin up so he would be looking up at her.
“Was being bad.” He said, quietly, and too quietly for Y/N’s liking. She tugged at the leash, making him gulp.
“Was being bad.” He said louder, heat rising to his cheeks.
“Is that right?” She smiled, tilting Zayn’s chin up as well so they were both looking at her.
Y/N wanted to make them cry.
Zayn thinks he’s gonna pass out soon from how painfully hard he is. He had been hard the entire time, ever since she pushed him down onto his knees, and his cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. He had to hold back the urge to touch himself, using all of his self-control to.
“Do I not treat you two well enough? You’re always acting like such brats, acting like little whores.”
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day four - degradation kink | kinktober

summary: y/n punishes zayn.
warnings: coarse language, smut, masturbation (f receiving)
pairing: zayn malik x fem!reader
•••
“Please.”
Zayn knew begging was no use, but the word please just kept slipping out. Please, baby, please, I’ll be good from now on, I promise was what he’d say and Y/N would only ignore him and whine and moan as she pleasured herself right in front of him. She was showing him what he could have done if he was good, showing him everything he could’ve gotten if he had listened to her, degrading him all throughout it.
His wrists were tied to the arms of the chair he was sat in, preventing him from moving so much and touching himself. The chair was placed right in front of the bed, where she was on display for him, legs spread wide open for him to see what he had been begging for but couldn’t get. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t help himself. He knew it’d only make him more desperate the longer he’d watch but he just couldn’t stop.
“Stop begging, baby. You know it won’t work.”
“Please, just let me touch you.”
“Why would I do that, hm? Right after you’ve shown me that all you can do is think with your cock and nothing else?”
He gulped at that and felt himself get a little hot, unsure of why he liked what just went into his ears.
He wished he could just sink his teeth into the softness of her inner thighs and mark them up for her to see and feel the next more, wished he could taste her and make her come simply from his tongue, wished he could just touch her, to feel her warm skin against his.
“Please.” He said softly.
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TIPSY
Harry and Y/N come home after a night out.

Harry and Y/N stumbled out of the bar, giggling and clinging onto each other for support. They had spent the night out with friends, drinking and dancing until the early hours of the morning.
They slowly made their way back to their apartment, bumping into each other and laughing uncontrollably. Y/N tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, almost taking her husband down with her but he had thankfully caught her just in time.
"Careful there, my darlin’," Harry said, his voice filled with laughter.
"I'm fine—I’m good,” Y/N laughed along with him, waving him off. "I'm a strong, independent woman."
They finally made it to their front door, fumbling with the keys to get it open. Once inside, they collapsed onto the couch, still giggling and laughing.
"I love you so much," Harry said, his arm around her shoulders.
"I love you too, my drunken hero," Y/N replied, leaning her head against his chest.
They sat there for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. They talked about their night out, reminiscing about their favorite moments and poking fun at their friends.
"Ya’ know, I know you dance and all on stage, but I don't think I've ever seen you dance like that before," Y/N said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry replied, a grin spreading across his face.
They continued to laugh and joke around, enjoying the freedom that comes with being a little bit drunk. They were both funny drunks, always making each other laugh with their silly antics.
"Tonight was fun," Y/N said with a yawn. "But I'm ready for bed."
"Me too," Harry agreed, rubbing his eyes. "Let's get ready for bed and get some sleep."
They slowly made their way to the bedroom, still giggling and bumping into each other on the long trek there. .
When Y/N couldn't reach the zip of her zipper in her drunken state, she let out a grumble and turned her head over her shoulder to look at her husband; "Harry, can you help me with this?" she asked, exhaustion evident in her eyes.
Harry stepped closer, his hands on her bare back. He slowly unzipped the dress, letting the material slip from her body. He placed a few soft kisses on the back of her neck, causing her to shiver.
"You always look so beautiful," he whispered, his lips still against her skin.
Y/N turned around and looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Even when I'm tired and my makeup is smudged?"
"Especially then," Harry replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
They both got into bed, snuggling under the covers together. Y/N nestled into Harry's side, feeling his warmth next to her.
"’m never drinking again," she said, turning to face him.
"Me either" Harry replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
They lay there for a few moments, just holding each other. They talked about their night and reminisced about past adventures with their friends.
"I'm so lucky to have you," Y/N said, looking up at Harry.
"I'm the lucky one," Harry said with a smile. "I don't know what I would do without you."
They drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms. The sound of their breathing and the gentle rise and fall of their chests filling the room. They slept peacefully, safe and content in each other's love.
Better Than Revenge


after your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend, you want revenge, and luckily, he has a very hot brother...
[Warning- Smut, Revenge sex, name calling, cheating (both Harry and reader gets cheated on), unrotected sex (pulling out doesn't make babies or std go away), Just me being a petty bitch tbh]
A/N- She's a short one
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*****
Two people you trusted your whole life with.
Two people who knew your ups and downs.
Two people who knew your darkest secrets.
Two people who decided to forget all the years together and stabbed you in the back.
And they deserved everything that was coming for them.
You knew your "best friend's" parents were super stricts, relationships and boys were out of the door for them so fucking your best friend's boyfriend? You knew she be in deep shit.
So you sent them screenshots of their chats along with a picture of her riding him.
Did it make you sad to do that to someone you were ready to take a bullet for? yes
Did it also feel great to get back at her? fuck yeah.
Now for your tool of ex-boyfriend you knew exactly what to do.
You see, William was jealous of his brother, not only cause he was the better looking of two but also cause he did so without any effort and unlike him he was kind.
You also might or might not have had a little crush on him in the start.
You walked quitely into your ex-boyfriend's house, making sure he didn't see you and then tip toed to his brother, Harry's room. Quickly, you got inside and locked the door behind you, hearing for any noises.
"Y/N?" He called out. You turned to see him, cozy in grey sweatpants and an oversized sweater sitting on his desk with books opened, headphones on probably doing his homework, "Are you okay? Did Will do something?" He asked.
"Do you know where your girlfriend is?" You asked him. He tilted his head to the side, confused and shook his head. You sighed, understanding that he didn't even know what had been going on for the past four months and then felt bad for what you were about to tell him.
"Your girlfriend and my best friend is fucking your brother" You said rolling your eyes. You walked beside him near the deak and showed him your phone, the pics sent by your friend, and the texts.
Harry watched everything in horror, feeling sadness overtake him. It wasn't like he was in love with her or that they were serious or something, but getting cheated on sucked especially when it's your own brother.
That was the part that hurt him the most. His own blood did this to him.
After the sadness came anger and he saw red. He gave you your phone back and started walking towards his bedroom door, ready to beat Will's ass.
But you stopped him.
You knew Will only did this to get a reaction out from Harry. It felt like he always had to do something to have an upper hand over his brother, whether it's was right or wrong,
and you had a better plan for revenge anyway.
*****
The car was now fogged up as Harry removed his lips from yours, travelling south to your jaw.
"Fuck" You whimpered out at the feeling and started to grind your hips over base of his cock sitting on his lower belly.
You questioned yourself right then. Why were you with the other brother anyway? William was attractive don't get her wrong, but Harry? He looked like he belonged in an art gallery.
Especially naked.
"God, you're so pretty. Why the fuck were you with that piece of shit?" He asked bucking his hips upward sending shock waves through your body as it rubbed over your throbbing clit.
"Don't know" You moaned grinding your hips faster, "You have bigger cock anyway" Your head fell on his shoulder, the tingling on the end of your spine threatened to unravel.
"Yeah," He said, chuckling. His right hand went to your wist while his left came up to your neck, seizing all your movement. He pulled your head back, forcing your eyes open.
"Want me to fuck you dumb baby?" He asked rhetorically, "So good you will not even remember his name" He said pushing you back a bit, with his right hand he lined up his dick to your weeping pussy.
He looked up, and you gave him a nod. That's all needed cause, next thing you know he's slamming into you.
You let out a broken, loud moan, not even bothering to concel your noises. The thrill of revenge fucking in your ex boyfriend's favourite car knowing he was about to walk towards you two any minute with your "best friend" drove you crazy.
His left hand stayed on your neck while his right slide down your body again and rested on your clit. He didn't even apply pressure, just a feather of touch, making you want more yet still feeling too much.
Harry didn't know if it was the anger or that you looked like an absolute sin riding his cock that made him want to just stay there forever, in your warm tight cunt.
How could that fucking idiot cheat on someone like you?
But he had a feeling Will only dated you cause he knew Harry once had a crush on you, and he would get one more opportunity to tell everyone he's with the girl his brother had a crush on.
Or how much of a loser Harry is.
Well, who was the loser now, though?
"God, look at you, baby. Haven't got a good dicking in a while have you?" He mocked, "You're almost gagging for it" He shook his head taunting, and smirked when your clenched around him as an approval.
"Fuck no" You panted out, "Had to get myself off myself after sex. Fuckwit didn't even know where clit was" You laughed along with Harry.
"Poor baby" He pouted and slid down a little in the seat planting both legs on the car floor and then fucking up into you with an unforgiving pace.
He was feeling his orgasm close and seeing the time on his phone sitting beside him he knew Will was about to walk towards the car to go out with his friends and he wanted you coming right in front of him.
"You gonna come, baby?" He asked applying a bit pressure on your clit, his hand move from your neck to your behind groaping your ass.
"God she could never feel like this, your pussy feels so good like it was made for me. My personal little fleshlight" He said sucking hickeys on your neck. He wanted everyone to see what he did to you, wanted everyone to know he made you limp walk next day in college.
He also knew he would be back begging you to fuck him again.
You looked out of the window and saw the main door open. Will and Mia walked towards the car, giggling, unaware of what was going on inside.
Harry felt his phone chime beside him and saw a 'miss you' text from his girlfriend ex-girlfriend.
He decided not to reply and rubbed your clit faster making your moans along with his louder.
"Have all mind to just come inside you, babe. Have you knocked up and let everyone know you're mine and not that dickhead's" He said with his pace now faltering, his own orgasm approaching.
"Yes, please," you whined out and leaned down to kiss him. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, and you came all around his cock with a loud moan.
Harry not far behind pulled out of you and came all over your pussy and lower tummy, your lips not leaving his once.
"What the fuck?!" A feminine scream came from beside him and you smirked against his lips feeling the satisfaction seep into you. You bit down on Harry's lips, making him whimper for change.
You pulled away to see the two people looking at you with wide eyes. William's angry eyes on his brother while Mia's flicked between you two.
"What is all this? You whore, I didn't gave you attention for few days and you fucked my brother!" William screamed reaching out his hand to probably yank you away from Harry but before he could Harry stopped his hand and twisted it as far as he could making him cry out in pain.
"Fucking touch her and see what happens" he growled and you sweared your pussy skipped a beat.
"You're my best friend. How could you do this?" Mia started crying, and you rolled your eyes at her audacity.
"You have been fucking mine for four months. You have no place to talk about girl code" you said, looking her straight in eyes and seeing them widened in horror and realization.
"I- That-" She started stumbling over her words but just cut her off, "Save it"
"So this is what? a revenge? Fucking my brother!" William screamed. You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked, putting your head down on Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your lower waist.
"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes"
*****
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learn to knock | H.S

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summary: not knocking on your door has led to harry walking in on you… with your hand between your legs.
warnings: f and m receiving hand job, some nipple play, a lot dirty talk, mix of praise and degradation to represent their love hate relationship.
a/n: literal filth I’m sorry I have nothing to say for myself.
———
It was mid-afternoon and you were laying in bed, scrolling and enjoying your rest day from your usual hectic schedule.
Nothing in particular had led you to start doing what you were doing. Just the random urge. And future you will be thanking you for that.
One hand was placed between your legs and the other pushed over your mouth. Short snippets of fantasies flowing in and out of your mind— nothing certain— just little things, words and ghosts of touches. Pleasure was building in your stomach from the fast circles you were rubbing onto your clit, and it was hardly long until you’d be biting into the palm of your hand and riding out your orgasm.
That was until the door to your room flew open.
Your legs flew shut around your hand as a mutual gasp was shared.
I mean, you knew it was Harry, not only because he’s the only other person you live with, but more going by the no knock on the door, barge the fuck into your room for whatever reason he initially was coming in here for.
But whatever he’d come to ask you had obviously died in his throat at the sight. The sheets were half pulled over you, outlining your now clamped-together legs and the arm tucked between them.
No getting out of this one.
“You need to learn how to fucking knock.” You hissed immediately at him, whole face flaming as you pulled the twisted sheets to fully cover your upper half.
“What the fuck— it’s like 1 o’clock in the afternoon I didn’t think you’d be jerking off!” He immediately jumps to defend himself, pushing a hand through his long hair.
“What am I not allowed to?” You sigh, slipping your hand from your clit, laying it on your stomach.
“Not what I’m saying. Just was caught off guard”
You stare at eachother, and despite the embarrassment that naturally should come when you get caught touching yourself, your eyes are eating up his tall figure and stern face. A voice in the back of your brain wondering how good he could make you feel.
He’s not blind to the way you’re looking at him, hunger laced deep into your eyes, and it’s unmistakably for him.
“What, need some visual stimulation to get yourself going again?” He deadpans at your completely obvious act of checking him out.
You roll over, face pushed into you pillows, your cunt aching to be touched again, “Can you shut up, Harry?”
He walks over to the side of your bed, “sorry love, didn’t hear you, say it again for me?”
It was a challenge the way he said it, even so much bordering on a warning— but god you couldn’t find it in you to care. He can expect you to go polite all he wants, but he knows very well from living with you that is not what he’ll get. And maybe that’s how he wants it to go.
You push your body to face him, “Shut up. That is what I said.”
His cock has hardened in his jeans, and desire is starting to take the wheel on his actions.
His hand comes up to your chin, “Don’t stop on my account darling. I can even help you out if you want.”
His voice is like honey, but both of you know the intent behind that is yet again a challenge. To see how far you’ll take it.
“I was doing just fine before you barged in here.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“But I bet you’d love to get your hand between my legs.” You cave in, slipping your hand back down, sighing at the contact of your fingers to your clit.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” He sits on the edge of your bed, watching the silhouette of your hand under the sheets.
“Already know you do, can see how hard you are from here.” You tease.
“Well are you gonna do something about it?” He raises his brows.
“No. I’m just gonna keep doing what I’m doing. You deal with it yourself.” You glare, pushing a finger into your entrance, and you realise you’re almost dripping now.
This entire situation is hot. You cant deny it, and neither can he.
He palms over himself, the tightness of his jeans making him almost ache. You’re staring at him with that fucking defiant look on your face and he just wants to kiss it off.
So he does just that, leaning down to capture your lips with his. He holds your chin, humming in the back of his throat as you open your mouth for his tongue to slip in.
He unbuttons his pants with his free hand, shucking them off his long legs, leaving him in just black briefs.
Your fingers are still pumping in and out of yourself as his tongue maps out your mouth.
He reaches into his briefs, quickly pulling back, “this ok?”
“Yes.” You replied without a second thought, watching as he slips himself out.
His cock flicks up to hit his stomach, hard as a rock.
You try not to let the shock show on you face as you see it, it’s large. Of course it fucking is. It’s pretty too. The head is same flushed pink as his lips, with neatly trimmed hairs at the base.
His hands are twitching to pump himself, and you clock it like a hawk.
“Go on, touch yourself.” You prompt.
“Pull down the sheets.” He states, “then I will.”
“Need the visual stimulation?” You laugh, waiting for him to smile a little at the tease.
“Mmhm, wanna see you fucking yourself.”
You push them down, exposing you panties that had been impulsively pushed to the side, and your hand thrusting slowly in and out of you.
“Fuck sake…” he curses at the sight, palm moving to wrap around himself— squeezing.
You both watch each other for a minute, taking in the movements and little noises that were being sounded.
You were the first one to breach the gap, reaching over to stroke your thumb over his tip and have his head thrown back.
“Thought it was a hands to ourselves policy.” He moans.
“Decided I want you to make me come.” You boldly state, sitting up and pulling him closer to you.
“‘Course you do, knew y’would cave. See you looking at my hands all the time, know you want them in y’cunt, needy little slut.” He says, voice gravely and making you clench around your fingers.
“Whatever, you probably want my mouth around your dick just as much.” You kiss his neck, biting the skin there.
“Bet you’d love a bit of throat fucking.” He grabs the tank top you were wearing and pulls it over your head.
“No fucking bra either. Jesus Christ.” He takes a breast into his hand, tweaking the nipple between his fingers which has you struggling to hold back a moan.
His hand has finally slides down to your cunt, pushing your own out of the way to take over.
You follow suit, wrapping your hand— fingers still damp from your own arousal— and stroke over his cock.
You’re both panting, it feeling so unbelievably good to be touching each other like this. His fingers flicking over your clit and yours squeezing his cock.
“Your fucking soaked, bloody dripping all over y’sheets.” He curses, rubbing his fingers through your slit.
“Well you practically edged me by coming into my room when I was about to come.” You griped.
“Oh yea, I bet you can totally make yourself drip like this. Don’t lie love, it’s from me. You probably weren’t half as wet before I came in.” He was hardly wrong, but he doesn’t need to hear you confirm that.
“You’d love to hear me- fuck- say that. Tell you I’m soaked ‘cause of you. Egotistical son of a bitch.” He pushed a finger into you, sliding all the way in, the chunky ring around the base of his middle finger hitting your entrance.
“Such a fucking brat you are, have quite the mouth on you, yknow that?” You squeezed around him, already feeling like you could come.
“I do. Bet you just wanna fuck it quiet.” You said, sounding a bit out of breath. Still trying to keep up, stroking his cock faster.
“Hardly could be considered a punishment since you’d enjoy it so much.”
His hands were speeding up at your words, one moving to play with your clit while the other fucked your entrance, slipping in another long finger.
It made you tingle, “Fuck— Harry!”
He hummed, “There we go, good girl. Finally have you moaning f’me.”
It was hard to figure out if you loved or hated how good his hand felt. Well, mentally you weren’t sure, physically though you were pushing into every movement he made.
Your hand had stuttered from stroking him, so you quickly made to move it again, to outdo him. You tightened your grip on him, stroking faster— swiping over the beading precome on his tip.
“Jesus, trying to make it a competition darling…” he grunted
Everything with you was always a competition, and especially this. Your hand kept pumping him, hearing his moans fueled you to keep going— to keep pushing him closer to the edge. He wants this as much as you do, and even though he would never admit it with his pretty pink lips, it’s true.
“Bet you want to make a mess all over my hands.” You whispered into the shell of his ear, licking a stripe along it.
“Maybe I do, darling. Maybe I wanna wreck your pussy too.”
You whimpered at the thought, rolling your hips with his fingers curling inside you.
“Ohh.” He coos, “listen to you now, whining for me, acting like such an angel. Trying to be a good girl now I’ve put that on the table.”
“You’re not though, are you? You’re a slut.” He speeds up his fingers, and your jaw is going lax.
You can’t even feel your hand, let alone keep moving it on his cock— the only sensation you have is the burning one in the pit of your stomach.
“Please, please.” You beg.
You’re teetering on the edge of bliss when his hand pulls away. You cry out, clenching your legs together, squirming at the empty feeling.
“I hate you, hate you so much,” you whine, “please, let me come.”
He doesn’t listen, “Open your mouth.”
You part you lips instantly, despite wanting to punch him in the stomach.
He puts the fingers covered in your arousal onto your tongue, “Show me you can be a good girl and suck.”
You oblige, not without the frown on your face though.
“Taste yourself?” He asks, and you nod around his fingers— his eyes darkening a little at the sight.
He slides them from your lips, “get on my lap.”
“Stop being so pushy.” You snap, frowning at him.
He chuckles, “acting like you aren’t into me bossing you around.”
Another moment where he couldn’t be more correct, but you are not going to admit it out loud.
You slide onto his thigh, and he sighs out a breath, taking a short moment to slip his tshirt over his head.
“You’re so wet, baby. Feels s’nice.” The mix of praise and degrading has your head spinning, it’s such a jump from one to the other. And fuck is it hot.
You rub yourself on his warm skin, “lay between my legs, actually, wanna make sure you can see my fingers fucking you.”
He doesn’t give you time to move yourself, he just pulls you there— cock resting on your bare back.
He strips your panties off you, moving to gently tease your clit. Your legs part wide for him.
“You gonna be a good little slut now?”
You stare at him, biting your lip to keep the moans from slipping out.
“Keep your attitude in check for me baby? Reckon you can do that?”
When you still say nothing, his finger rubs down your slit to trace around your dripping hole.
“Can make you feel so good, love. I’ll have your little pussy clenching so hard around my fingers if you just be good.”
“Fine.” You say breathlessly, hating having to submit to him like this.
He hums, rewarding your reluctant agreement with his finger filling you up again.
Suddenly, your pride was worth the feeling.
“Fuck!” You moan as he pushes another one in.
He isn’t messing around now, he fucks your hole with fast strokes, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit perfectly.
“Taking it so well, letting me fuck your pussy with my fingers.” He praises into your ear, his other hand sliding up to play gently with your breast.
“Harry— oh god.” You cry, squirming in his grip. You were ready to snap after being edged twice.
“That’s right, darling, watch my fingers fuck your cunt.”
His filthy words being uttered are enough to have you coming alone, paired with the euphoric feeling of his fingers in you has you a mess.
“I’m— holy shit I’m gonna come. Please!” You beg, worried he was going to pull away.
“Tell me you hate me.” He says, grabbing your chin— making you look down at his movements between your legs.
“I hate you! Please, H.”
Your peak held for that blissful, breathless moment. Expecting to be deprived of that final push for your orgasm.
“Come for me, Y/N.” He’d said, and you cried out— a tidal wave of pleasure hitting you.
You were clenching so tight around his fingers, spots coating your vision as he didn’t let up his pace.
He fucked you through your orgasm, “can imagine how good my cock would feel getting squeezed by your pussy.”
You were pushing his hand away, once the pleasure ebbed and you couldn’t handle his fingers anymore. Panting as you laid your head back into the crook of his neck, eyes meeting his.
“Look at you, all beautiful and fucked out.”
You blinked slowly, brain scrambling for a witty comeback.
“I hate you.” Was still all you could say.
Your hand nonetheless found it’s way to his cock, pressing hard into your back.
“Don’t have to if you’re tired, babe.” He smiles, gently holding your wrist.
You shake your head, “you made me feel so good, can’t leave you high and dry.”
Your hand wraps around his head, immediately stroking down— causing him to moan.
He was definitely vocal, and god did you find that hot.
You picked up the pace of your strokes, fully turning your body to watch his reactions, and how his stomach muscles rippled with pleasure.
“Are you gonna come on my hand, Harry?” You cooed, squeezing him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He cursed, bucking his hips up into your warm palm.
He was clenching his jaw as you rubbed him rhythmically, quickly coming undone with your movements.
“Darling— god—“ He groaned, hands threading through your hair and pulling at the roots.
“Mmm, you’re so gorgeous.” You hummed, placing a kiss onto his lips as he was shaking with the pre-pleasure of his release.
It didn’t take much more to have his stomach muscles contracting under you, a moaned curse falling from his lips as white ropes of his come spurted out his tip, painting your fist and his chest.
His muscles all relax, and he slumps onto the bed, and you join him, flopping down.
“God, you’re so…” he sighs out, sentence trailing off.
You trace his tattoos with your pointer finger, “Hate you. Hate how pretty you are, H.”
He smiles, eyes half-lidded, “Hate you just as much, love.”
“We can clean up soon. Just wanna lay for a bit.” You whisper.
“Whatever you want, darling.”
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Texting Boyfriend Harry Styles Part 1: That’s Odd
Masterlist: here
A/N: I haven’t done a lot with Harry in a very long time so be gentle while I get back in the groove of writing for him. But enjoy the first installment of the boyfriend Harry series!✨
*Harry should’ve known his surprise would end up like this also you are going to have a very long talk with a certain Irishman*








