[pornmas] day 7.
Summary: She's got a reputation that's not really deserved, but carefully crafted and built under her watchful eye.
Fandom/Pairings: One Direction/Musician RPF; Harry Styles/Taylor Swift
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I'm not late today! I am pretty sure that this is the socks of this year’s pornmas, but maybe you really like socks, so I’m not that worried about it. Today's mix is not so silent night, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Taylor Swift didn’t write this.
(i knew) you were trouble when you walked in
It's impossible to be in music without knowing Taylor Swift one way or another, Harry thinks. She's got a reputation that's not really deserved, but carefully crafted and built under her watchful eye. Harry gets it, in a way, and he admires her for building her own reputation instead of letting other people build it for her. He wishes, a little, that he could have done the same thing. If he'd gotten to pick, Harry's fairly certain that he wouldn't have picked "womanizer" as the label he carried in casual conversation.
Taylor seems to be okay with what she is, though, and Harry thinks that they're actually rather similar in some respects. It's just that the supposed fact that he goes through women like tissue and the supposed fact that Taylor dates boys and destroys them for a quick song are portrayed very differently. For whatever reason, it's okay for him to date lots of women. It's not okay for Taylor to date multiple people.
There's something really fucked up about that, but Harry doubts he can change it. He tries to be decent, tries to treat the people he's dating properly with respect and sometimes lets them go when . . . when the costs outweigh the benefits, no matter how much he loves them. So maybe that's why he gravitates toward Taylor at first. It's a mutually beneficial relationship, and maybe Harry just wants something easy. Maybe he just wants to be friends with someone who benefits more easily from the publicity that comes from being seem with him.
Because that's all it is at first: they're friends. They're friends and they hang out and they text and it's whatever. Taylor's sweet, but also surprisingly sharp and aware of what they do in the same way that Liam sometimes is. Harry thinks she's great and it's nice to have someone to talk inane stuff with that isn't in his band. Nick's great, but he's always talking music and shows and radio. Sometimes Harry just wants to talk about how weird the water tastes in America, versus back home, and Taylor obliges him.
Harry's not really sure where the problem starts, if he's honest. He knows that Taylor sees him as a friend, and he knows that he doesn't really see her as anything else. None of that explains how he ends up following her to her hotel room after their day out with Lux. Maybe it starts out as an invitation to hear her latest song or maybe it starts out as something else. Harry doesn't really remember, although he thinks that can be attributed to the fact that he has trouble remembering anything when he's got his face buried in someone's cunt.
The position isn't something he objects to. Actually, if he's being honest, going down on girls is one of his favorite things. He loves the way that they all taste different, the way that every girl he does this for reacts differently and likes different things. It's easy to fall into a rhythm, to fall in sync with whoever he's with, in a way that some people have to work for. Taylor tastes lighter on his tongue, less musky maybe, and she twists her fingers in his hard too hard, rough in just the right way.
Maybe there's something to be said about the fact that Harry likes making girls fall apart, but he doesn't know what it is and he doesn't much care about figuring it out. He just knows that it's easier, more fulfilling, if he knows that there's no expectations from him other than being good.
Because he is. He knows that he's good at this, and the way that Taylor arches her hips up uselessly confirms that. Smirking, Harry slips a finger into her and feels the way that she clenches around it. Her fingers tighten in his hair, and Harry moans a little. It doesn't really take that long for Taylor to come after that, and then Harry's wiping off his face, obscene. Taylor pulls him forward, kissing him soundly, and maybe Harry should be worrying about what happens next more than he is, but he doesn't.
He just lets the cards fall where they will.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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Fandom/Pairings: One Direction/Musician RPF; Harry Styles/Taylor Swift
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I'm not late today! I am pretty sure that this is the socks of this year’s pornmas, but maybe you really like socks, so I’m not that worried about it. Today's mix is not so silent night, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Taylor Swift didn’t write this.
(i knew) you were trouble when you walked in
It's impossible to be in music without knowing Taylor Swift one way or another, Harry thinks. She's got a reputation that's not really deserved, but carefully crafted and built under her watchful eye. Harry gets it, in a way, and he admires her for building her own reputation instead of letting other people build it for her. He wishes, a little, that he could have done the same thing. If he'd gotten to pick, Harry's fairly certain that he wouldn't have picked "womanizer" as the label he carried in casual conversation.
Taylor seems to be okay with what she is, though, and Harry thinks that they're actually rather similar in some respects. It's just that the supposed fact that he goes through women like tissue and the supposed fact that Taylor dates boys and destroys them for a quick song are portrayed very differently. For whatever reason, it's okay for him to date lots of women. It's not okay for Taylor to date multiple people.
There's something really fucked up about that, but Harry doubts he can change it. He tries to be decent, tries to treat the people he's dating properly with respect and sometimes lets them go when . . . when the costs outweigh the benefits, no matter how much he loves them. So maybe that's why he gravitates toward Taylor at first. It's a mutually beneficial relationship, and maybe Harry just wants something easy. Maybe he just wants to be friends with someone who benefits more easily from the publicity that comes from being seem with him.
Because that's all it is at first: they're friends. They're friends and they hang out and they text and it's whatever. Taylor's sweet, but also surprisingly sharp and aware of what they do in the same way that Liam sometimes is. Harry thinks she's great and it's nice to have someone to talk inane stuff with that isn't in his band. Nick's great, but he's always talking music and shows and radio. Sometimes Harry just wants to talk about how weird the water tastes in America, versus back home, and Taylor obliges him.
Harry's not really sure where the problem starts, if he's honest. He knows that Taylor sees him as a friend, and he knows that he doesn't really see her as anything else. None of that explains how he ends up following her to her hotel room after their day out with Lux. Maybe it starts out as an invitation to hear her latest song or maybe it starts out as something else. Harry doesn't really remember, although he thinks that can be attributed to the fact that he has trouble remembering anything when he's got his face buried in someone's cunt.
The position isn't something he objects to. Actually, if he's being honest, going down on girls is one of his favorite things. He loves the way that they all taste different, the way that every girl he does this for reacts differently and likes different things. It's easy to fall into a rhythm, to fall in sync with whoever he's with, in a way that some people have to work for. Taylor tastes lighter on his tongue, less musky maybe, and she twists her fingers in his hard too hard, rough in just the right way.
Maybe there's something to be said about the fact that Harry likes making girls fall apart, but he doesn't know what it is and he doesn't much care about figuring it out. He just knows that it's easier, more fulfilling, if he knows that there's no expectations from him other than being good.
Because he is. He knows that he's good at this, and the way that Taylor arches her hips up uselessly confirms that. Smirking, Harry slips a finger into her and feels the way that she clenches around it. Her fingers tighten in his hair, and Harry moans a little. It doesn't really take that long for Taylor to come after that, and then Harry's wiping off his face, obscene. Taylor pulls him forward, kissing him soundly, and maybe Harry should be worrying about what happens next more than he is, but he doesn't.
He just lets the cards fall where they will.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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