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erodasfishtacos · 1 year
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When The Hubby’s Away…
Prompt: When MLB!Harry gets home early
Warnings: smut, minors dni 18+ if you liked please reblog, recommended, like, and come talk to me about it! (this is what motivates me to continue writing)!
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The kids went to bed exceptionally early today.
After a whole day of swimming, yummy food, running around the backyard - their little bodies were exhausted by six in the evening.
YN cleaned up around the house, took a nice long bath but that only brought her to nine at night and as she laid in bed, still wrapped in a robe.
Harry wasn’t going to get home until the early hours of the morning, one or two, and YN was feeling a bit of arousal in her stomach.
She gets up, quietly closes the door to the master bedroom, and dims the lights as she sheds the robe on the ground.
YN grabs her phone off the nightstand, unlocking it and swiping until she finds a certain app, where she then has to input three more passwords until folders of pictures and videos pop up.
She spreads her legs, hand lazily running down her belly until her fingers slip between her folds where she’s already damp.
YN wasn’t in a rush as she begin to run her fingers over her swollen clit, her hips squirming against the sensitivity.
She scrolls until she finds something that sparks her interest.
It’s a video from a few months ago, taken in Miami when YN and Harry took advantage of a game there for a little parent getaway.
YN has the camera rolling and focused on her front, they’re on the hotel balcony,  a warm night with the beach in the background, waves crashing against the shore.
She’s laid out on a chaise, the dress she wore to their fancy dinner was rucked up around her hips, panties pulled to the side as Harry licked into her.
He was still fully dressed in a nice suit but is kneeling in front of the chair, YN’s hips off the edge, and his hands gripping her plush.
“Ha-Harry,” YN whimpers quietly, there were balconies around them, they could easily get caught but she doesn’t want it to stop.
He pulls back to look up at her, past the camera to his wife with intense gaze, his lips shiny with her, “What do you want, mama? Gonna keep this and watch it later? Watch how filthy you are for your husband?”
Harry doesn’t wait any longer before moving back down, nipping at her mound to make her squeak before spreading her folds with his fingers and tracing his tongue from her core to clit.
“Pinch y’nipples,” He orders from below, eyes darting back up and YN apparently does not follow directions fast enough because he’s reaching up and yanking her top down until her tits spill out, “Now.”
“Want you to do it,” YN whines with an edge of a bratty tone, her hands staying in his hair.
“Oh, you want me to?” Harry parrots back, his one hand moving up to squeeze her tit roughly before pinching at her nipple, “Never say no to you, mama.”
Then he’s back to work, taking her clit between his lips and -
“What do we have here?” Harry interrupts her concentration, she didn’t even hear the door open and when she gazes up at him from her phone - he’s leaning against the wall by the closed door.
YN blinks at him, a bit hazy, and her hands moves from her core to reach towards him, “C’mere, touch me.”
“Oh, doesn’t seem like you need me,” Harry hums with that low rasp that’s a sure signal of his arousal, “So you can keep going and I’ll take care of myself.”
He sits in an armchair near their window, too far from the bed for YN’s liking but close enough that they can see every detail of each other.
Harry palms at himself as his eyes trace up and down his wife’s body, “Look at you. All sprawled out on our bed, touching your cunt thinkin’ of your husband. You’re a dream.”
“Want your hands,” YN complains breathily as her fingers circle her clit again, it didn’t feel as good this time because she knew his capable fingers were right there.
“And I want you to hush up and make yourself come,” He responds as his wriggling his shorts and hoodie off - sitting back in the chair with his length hard and thick, wet at the top.  
She gives him a glare but it melts when she just figures she might as well give him the show of his life.
YN spreads her legs further to open up like a flower to him, she arches her back prettily, and lets out a soft moan of exaggerated pleasure.
She closes her eyes - to make him mad because he’s a show off and he wants to show off how nice his cock is.
Her free hand moving up to pinch her nipple between her forefinger and thumb, constant sound coming from her parted lips.
“Look at me.”
God, he’s so fucking easy.
YN slowly opens her eyes, blinking heavily as she puts more pressure on her bud, “It feels s’good, baby.”
Harry huffs in frustration, he can’t even play his own game, and soon he’s out of the chair and his hand comes to her ankle, yanking her down the bed.
His fingers come to spread her open, his eyes glued to where she’s so pretty, wet for him, and he shakes his head.
“Desperate f’me, you know that? I give you my cock constantly and when I’m away your watching videos of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were obsessed with me, mama,” Harry teases with a mocking edge as he tucks to fingers into her and rubs at her spot.
“H, yes. There, baby,” YN encourages because he can play her like violin, he knows her body like the back of his hand.
Harry laughs as he leans down to bite at her nipple, “You act like I don’t know, darling.”
His cockiness shouldn’t make him sexier but it does, his sureness of how well he can manipulate her body and how her body physically craves him.
From the Harry she met in college, shaking as she touched him for the first time - they’d come such a long way together.
YN already knows that he’s not going to let her come like this and so she wriggles away from his hands before getting off the bed to kneel.
“Gonna give me a treat, sweetheart?” He murmurs as she kisses at his strong thighs then the softest , thin skin of his inner part.
“Maybe,” She hums as she just barely grazes his shaft with her lips, making his cock twitch at the teasing touch.
“Do it proper. I’m don’t deserve to be teased, I’m not the one who was getting off alone,” Harry tells her and wraps his hand around her hair, pulling her in.
“Don’t act like you don’t get off alone either,” YN retorts as she graciously begins to lick long stripes in the underside.
“Rarely,” Harry says truthfully, he really didn’t that much in the road - partly because he was just dead exhausted and the other was she wasn’t there, “But when I do it’s to pretty pictures of your cunt.”
“Mm,” She hums, still lapping lazily and lulling it around with her tongue to make him even more pent up.
“Alright, enough of this,” Harry hisses roughly, his hand weaving deeper in her hair, “Open up.”
YN feels a electric thrill zip through her spine at his dominant tone, she obliges and he’s guiding himself into her mouth.
She always struggles to take him, thick and big, but enjoys the feeling of her throat burning as he lightly thrusts inside.
When she glances up, she notices his head is tilted back and his eyes are closed, the view is immaculate of his ripped stomach and chest.
Her hand sneakily moves between her own thighs to rub at her clit as she swirls her tongue around him on every odd thrust.
She didn’t realize she was that close to an orgasm, it takes her by surprise as she pulls off his cock and lets a moan out as her body tenses through the aftershocks.
“Are you kidding me?” Harry rasps up, his tone harsh and faux annoyed as he grips her by the shoulders and stands her up, “Did you really just come?”
“You said when you came it that you wanted me to make myself come,” YN shrugs innocently as he crowds her - his chest pressing against hers and starts taking steps which in turn makes her have to step back until she’s pressed against their dresser.
He turns her around and pushes her down by the back until she’s bent over the cold wood of the furniture, tits smooshed against it.
Harry takes a step back, to admire his wife with her arse out, and he can’t help but land a smack on her cheek enough for it to jiggle and bloom a print of his hand.
“I should really not give you anything,” Harry tells her as his lines himself up, teasing her by just pushing the head in before pulling out and rubbing against her cheek.
“But you’re going to,” She bites back confidently, when he teases the head at her opening again, she pushes her hips back harshly until her bum is in the cradle of his pelvis and he’s all the way in - snug and warm.
“Fuckin’ hell,” He groans in surprise before he’s gripping her hips hard and pulling her back onto him over and over again, “Never get tired of this.”
“Don’t wish you were out cheating like all your other teammates?” YN jokes breathlessly as she grips the wood for some type of leverage.
Harry pulls out at that comment, flipping her over and pushing her back on the bed, crawling on top of her, and letting his body weight fall - their chests pressed together as he kisses her, managing to guide himself back in and thrust slowly.
Harry breaks the kiss to make eye contact, their lips just brushing, and he whispers sincerely, “I don’t wish to be anywhere but with you, ever. You’re the only thing I crave and I’ll never stop wanting you. You’re the best drug I could get. Nothing and no one would ever give me what you do.”
YN feels her eyes prick at the sweet statement, she giggles embarrassed as he kisses away the tear that falls and then mouths at her neck.
“I love you,” Is all she can manage as his hand sneaks between her thighs and folds, thumbing at her already sensitive clit.
“Then show me. Come for me,” Harry goads as he speeds up his hips, “Show me how good you are for me, mama.”
YN doesn’t have to be told twice, her second orgasm crashing over her like a thick, hot wave of fire, and her toes curl against his calves.
“Christ, you’re pretty,” He hums lowly, mouth biting all over her chest as he slows his hips down, “You done or you gonna let me keep going, baby?”
YN felt overstimulated, her core throbbing and sensitive but she didn’t want to stop, the warm weight of him on top of her was so welcomed after he’d been gone.
“Keep going, H,” She whimpers as he pushes in with just barely there pressure, like he has all the time in the world.
“I got an idea,” He says instead, pulling out of her and tugging her off the bed with him until he’s opening their balcony doors and is shuffling her out, “Since you were getting off to that video of us being outside.”
The way their house was set up, there was no possible way any of the children (if they would wake up) could accidentally look out a window and see them and so YN didn’t hesitate to follow him.
It was a bit chilled out, her nipples hardening up again, and he’s walking her back into a plush chaise where she’s can lay back.
“Want your mouth again,” YN tells him as kneels in front of the chair, wrapping his arms around her hips and pulling her down hard until her bum’s hanging off the furniture.
“Am I good at it or somethin’?” He smirks, his dimples popping into his cheeks and he looks boyish for a moment.
“You’re alright,” YN drawls unbothered as the nippy New York air stings on her warmest places, making her shiver at the sensation.
“Managed to keep you satisfied all this time,” Harry quips because he doesn’t like even being teased about his bedroom abilities.
“S’cause your cock so nice,” She continues to push at him because she loves to rile him up until he’s too turned on to think straight - it’s working.
“I’m gonna make you cry,” He promises roughly, his voice impossible deeper as he ducks down to lick a stripe from her core up to her clit before dipping two of his fingers in to stroke at her walls.
It feels euphoric instantaneously but what catches her by surprise is when his lips trail from her folds down to her other entrance, licking there with purpose to loosen her up.
She now knows exactly what he’s trying to do.
Multiple orgasms, playing with her bum, he’s going to try to make her squirt - her stomach is tight with anticipation because she always comes so hard from it and now he’s trying to show off.
“Fuck,” YN gasps when he scissors his fingers expertly against her spot as his pushes his tongue past her right muscles then pulling back to nip at her cheek enough that it hurts before repeating the process over and over again.
He’s persistent as he builds up a brutal rhythm that has her thighs quivering with tension, her stomach tensed, and that uncomfortable but blissful feeling that she is going to release.
And Harry’s just, well, gorgeous when she looks down at him - his eyes blinking up to meet hers before he’s focused back on her center, his bicep flexing deliciously with how fast his hand is moving, and his mouth swollen from use.
“M’gonna come, H. Please, m’gonna - oh,” YN mewls desperately, straining against where Harry holds her legs open and refusing to let them shut.
“Yes, come on. Give it to me, mama,” He growls between kisses and licks, “Come on me, I’ve earned it, yeah?”
YN only lasts a few more seconds before she’s releasing all over his hand, face, the chaise, and her own thighs - slumping with exhaustion, chest heaving heavily with every pant as her clit throbs painfully.
“There’s my pretty girl,” Harry coos happily when he notices her puffy eyes, swiping the tears away from her being overwhelmed in the best way possible, “God, look at you. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fucking hell, don’t know how I ever landed you.”
“Mm,” Is all she can reply as her body aches in the best way possible, her bones felt heavy and like she'd melt if she tried to move from her spot on the lounge chair but she still wanted her husband to finish.
"Come on, H," YN beckons, pulling him upwards onto the furniture with her and bringing their lips together, "Want you to come now. Deserve it. Want you in me."
"Not too sore?" He checks before she's shaking her head and spreading her thighs, he places them over the crooks of his elbows and guides himself back at a tortuously slow pace.
YN remembers fondly the span of time when they first started dating where no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't last more than a minute or two because it was all so new to him.
It was the biggest turn on that now, ten years down the line, that the reason he is so good is because he's tailored it to fit her, he knows how to please her down to a simple down and he knows her body like the back of his hand.
The fact that after all this time, he still craved her so much, just as much if not more than when they first met made her always feel wanted, sexy, and so fucking in love with him.
Harry turns his head to kiss at her ankle then down her leg as he keeps up a steady, not too harsh rhythm, and he just can't help himself because his thumb is finding her tingling, puffy clit once more.
"Baby, I can't," YN protests but does nothing to bat his hand away, subconsciously pushing back up into the action, "Oh my god, Harry."
"Just one more, I promise," Harry chuckles breathlessly as he feels the oncoming signs that he's about to come, speeding up his motions on her until a weak, barely there orgasm is coursing through her once again.
And after he settles from his own release, Harry can't help but grab his phone, and open that secret app - snapping a few pictures of his wife absolutely fucked out from all of her orgasm.
She looks stunning in the moonlight, her skin glowing with perspiration, and her core swollen and wet.
"Need to come home early more often," Harry teases as he locks the app before dragging her back inside for a shower.
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stylessupremacy · 1 year
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Los Angeles XIII
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Y/n was in the secluded pit watching as Harry performed on stage in the Kia Forum. She watched as Harry pronounced around the stage with the energy of a toddler.
But as he got down on one knee facing toward the secluded pit, his brown leather pants gave and ripped at the seams.
His face contorted to one of horror at the realization he ripped his pants. He used to perform commando but as more and more accidents with his wardrobe have happened he's been taking precautions and wearing underwear.
At that moment, he couldn’t have been happier so he didn’t flash the fans with anything he shouldn’t have.
The show continued on with Harry using the pride flag as a cover-up for a bit before he was able to change into a new non-ripped pair of pants.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to put you in leather pants ever again,” Harry Lambert joked as he walked with Harry back to his dressing room.
Harry laughed, “Don’t know if I want to anymore either. They just didn’t rip a little, they ripped a lot.”
“Just try to be more careful next time,” the stylist sighed.
Harry put his hands up in defense, “It’s not m’fault they weren’t stitched well.”
“Just hurry up and get changed so you and Y/n can get out of here,” Harry Lambert spoke as he walked away.
Harry walked into his dressing room finding Y/n slinging her tote bag over her shoulder. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on her cheek.
She turned in his hold and moved her hand so she could cup his cheek and give him a peck on his lips, “Great show, H.”
“Oh yeah?” His hands sliding down and gripping her hips, “I gave everyone a show when m’pants ripped.”
Y/n chuckled, “You did.”
“Aren’t you glad I talked you into wearing underwear? Just in case something like this happened.”
“M’so glad you did,” he smirked. “How could I ever repay you?”
“I have an idea or two of how you could repay me. I would prefer it if we did it at home and in bed, unlike the last time we did it when you said we wouldn’t get caught.”
“I thought you were over that,” he pouted. “Besides, Jeff only came in because he could hear you moaning for m’cock thinking you needed help.”
Y/n gently slapped him on the chest, “Shut up! He came in because you were almost late going on stage!”
He gently grabbed her wrist, “Hit me again darling and see how that ends up for y’tonight.”
Y/n gave him a 'fuck you' look, “Just hurry up and get changed before you get mobbed by fans.”
He slapped her ass when she turned around, “I think y’want me to hurry up because you’re aching for m’cock to fill your throbbing pussy.”
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tinydestinybear · 2 years
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Dad Harry loving on his kids Headcannon?
alrightyyyy here you go! 💛 please send in feedback i really wanna know if you guys enjoy reading <3
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harry was very worried at the beginning if he’ll even be a good parent, he’ll never be able to show how much but he truly felt comforted by your words when he once told you of his worries, “know you’ll be the best dad for them. look at how much you take care of me, i don’t think it’ll be any less for them h.”
he pretty much filled up his desk with parenting books and went for sessions but eventually felt like he’d be able to do manage since he had you by his side
he first cried when the baby was born, holding their little fingers with happy tears in his eyes and who was very hesitant at first to even hold the baby because they looked so small and he was afraid he might hurt them
harry’s always up at the first cry of the baby. he already feels bad leaving the baby even if it’s for a few hours so he tries to make up for it whenever he can
his favourite routine is giving the bub a bath when he talks to them about everything and anything and they babble back to which he nods his head to not make them feel unheard. he rocks them to sleep after a good bath as they rest their head on his shoulder. you’ve also caught the two sometimes taking a nap with harry’s head resting on the couch’s arm while the bub would be cuddled close to his chest and his arm would be around the bub’s back protectively
looks forward to seeing the baby’s smile after a long day. he loves to just stay by their side and stroke their hair gently and when they look up at him with big doe, innocent eyes, oh he’s a goner.
he’s always slowly saying “d-a-d-a” for the baby to say when they’re doing anything even as simple as him feeding them food but when their first word is “mumma” he doesn’t stop them but if they end up saying dada a few days later, he’ll surely pretend as if that is their first word to tease you
loves to spoil his kids!! imagine his kids being into reading, he’ll probably get them signed books and have a whole library section in the house. also, maybe when they’re young he’ll build a play area section himself, figuring out how to build the entire thing while making sure their safety
if he had a daughter would pretty much do anything and everything for her. just so head over heels for her. 
imagine kids having almost the same curls for their hair, him brushing their curls while they’re sat on his lap, ugh what would i not do to be there
he’s very much in shock when he sees his bub trying to push themselves to stand up and walk a few steps. he’s putting his arms to hold them just in case they fall but he’s undeniably in disbelief when they come running down the last few steps to him. he’s holding them in a hug with a soft whisper, “you’re growing too fast little bub.” but he’s also their biggest supporter so he does cheer for them
this man revels in his babies’ giggles. he loves making faces and then hearing their laughter. also also, he loves playing peekaboo and holding them in the air with his feet
he blows on food before feeding it to the bub because it might be too hot for them
when he goes out to get you stuff with your little bub in his arms, their arms around harry’s neck while they point at some toys which harry definitely ends up buying, like i said he’s a big spoiler
he’ll probably never forget how whenever he comes home, he has his babies run to him and crush him in a long hug with shouts of “daddy’s home!” as he feels the long day’s tension wash away. when they’re young, they’re sitting down on the carpet with a toy in their hand and he’s laying down straight to leave a kiss on their nose and simply watch them enjoy in their world
harry hates when his bub cries while getting their vaccinations. he’s hissing when the needle goes in and when they start to cry after the shot’s down, he’s turning them in his arms, leaving soft kisses on the side of their head to calm them down
he loves when his kids come to him and ask him before colouring his tattoos, styling his hair
at some point, he feels like his kids have grown up too soon when he sees them tie their shoelaces on their own
dad!harry who’s comforted by the soft kisses his babies gives him :((
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harrysonlylover · 2 months
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Insatiable*
Short smutty blurb based off this gif!
Wc: 1.2k
Warnings: degradation, unprotected sex, slightly mean dom h.
Trope: no specific AU
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Harry is ascending to heaven, he’s sure of that.
He must be one of the lucky ones who were chosen to be blessed in their lifetime. He can’t quite remember what good deed he did to deserve this—but he’s not letting her get away.
His ears were ringing and he felt dizzy, almost lost himself for a hot minute before remembering to keep his eyes on her. It would be a shame to close them.
His eyes couldn’t get enough of staring at her perfect body, right in front of him.
“So fucking beautiful.” He panted, his hands frantically roaming her skin.
She only responded with a soft whine, trying to keep up and ignore the cramping in her legs. She needed his cock, needed to ride him, no matter how tiring. She wanted to show him that she’s his good girl and that she can work for his cock to earn it.
It was hitting her sweet spongy spot, daring her to fall against Harry’s chest and beg him to fuck her.
But no, she bounced like a good girl on his creamy cock that was shining with a mix of their juices. She felt like their lower bodies were on fire—the heat bubbling up in her core was euphoric.
“Pretty girl showing daddy how much she loves his cock.” He praised her, moving a few hair strands from her face, before patting her head.
Damn right, she loved it.
The sound of skin slapping and her soft whines had him rolling his eyes. But again—he couldn’t keep his eyes away for too long. Her breasts were in his face, jiggling with every bounce, begging him to knead them and have a taste.
He untied her hair allowing it to cascade down her back. He adored her hair and loved giving her head scratches, but most importantly he craved pulling it while he thrusted into her from behind.
“Gonna light me up with how warm your pussy is baby.” His raspy voice wasn’t helping her neediness, after all, she was in desperate need of his cock.
“N-need it.” She managed to confess through ragged breathing. The view he had may be sinful, but hers is sending her straight to hell.
He was laid back against the headboard, a hint of a grin spread across his pretty face. His beard was still covered in her cum from when he worshipped her earlier.
His hair, so messy from the tugging yet still curly. She couldn’t help but glance down at his chest, a line of sweat trailing down to his chiseled abs that contracted under the dim light.
Not only can she feel how wet and messy they are but she can also hear it. In fact, his pelvis was already coated.
His pupils were blown and his lips were slightly parted in awe. He raked his eyes quickly from where they were connected, watching her sink on his length, to her gorgeous face and chest.
But—he can’t quite forget the setup he made. He placed a tall mirror behind them, so he can glance at it and get a good view of her back and ass that was red.
“Is that all you got princess, hmm? Thought you were my good girl.” He landed a harsh slap on her already sensitive cheeks.
“I—am.” He swore that she almost cried right there and then. He knew how uncomfortable the position must be and still—she fastened her pace.
“Shhhh baby, just take my cock. It’ll help your greedy cunt to rest.” He mocked, not forgetting to degrade her for her sigh of relief once he pushed inside—it was like her cunt needed his cock to survive.
His hands roamed her back which arched when he purposely thrusted all of a sudden. Her head rolled backward as she clenched on his swollen cock.
She was his fucking sex goddess.
He couldn’t stop exploring her back as his ears listened to her beautiful whines and whimpers. He initially mocked her, asking her if she was ovulating—but maybe her pussy is just made for his cock.
He could tell that she was starting to get tired, her forehead dropped against his as she panted and held eye contact with him. His hand rested on her ass, rubbing over the red skin.
“Poor bunny, got tired already?” She nodded quickly, slowing down her pace.
“Then I should make use of this hole, right?” His deep voice went straight to her core as she whispered ‘Please Daddy.”
He really felt like passing out from how good she felt, so warm and wet. Just for him.
He dug his heels into the mattress and placed his hands on her bruised hips before grinning at her and thrusting inside her.
“Need to do everything for you.” His thrusts were rough, and she could feel him in her stomach.
“Always have to fuck this cunt or else you’ll drool like a puppy in heat.” The degrading went through her brain, making her moan like crazy.
He was feral with his pounding, she knew that she’d be sore for days to come. But she also knew that he would kiss her pussy to ease the pain.
She already came twice, almost came for the third time from riding him but she couldn’t continue. With his current rough force, she won’t last long.
He was so raw and primal—his tongue nipped at her skin, just anywhere. She could feel his rapid heartbeats, the thickness of his swollen length pulsing inside her as he fucked her repeatedly.
And god—don’t even ask her about his naked body, how his thighs and pelvis would look right now, all wet and coated from her juices. If she wasn’t already wrecked—he’d ask her to clean it up with her tongue.
“Cum inside me.” She begged as she held his face in her hands.
“Yeah? Is that what you want? My hot load inside of your cunt?” He teased, giving her deep slow thrusts.
“Yes—Daddy.”
“Hmm, maybe that’ll tame your pussy.” He pulled her hair roughly, and the sting of her scalp combined with his creamy cock was enough to tip her over the edge.
She trembled on his length, nails digging into his skin as she moaned his name like a mantra. His orgasm followed hers in a few seconds, unable to resist the clenching and pulsing of her warm pussy.
His hot cum painted her walls white, prompting them to moan louder as they kissed. The feeling of his cum deep inside her was like nothing else.
“My baby, so good for me.” He held her against his chest, as he pressed kisses to her face.
Sweat adorned their bodies and the smell of sex filled the room. He rubbed soothing patterns on her back before whispering to remind her of the bubble bath they had to take.
She simply replied by leaving a peck on his lips and moving herself again on his sensitive cock.
An insatiable little devil. ——————————————————
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harrysfolklore · 6 months
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day 3!! if you’re still following along ilysm okay?💗
GIF BY @delicatepointofview <3
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Yours and Harry's relationship was still a secret to the world.
Even though both of you were famous for your careers and fans and media were always following your every step, you have managed to keep what you had to yourselves for six months now.
Rumors were out there, for sure. And they started when you decided to be in the crowd with Harry's friends for his final show in Reggio Emilia, instead of hiding from prying eyes backstage.
However, no one had really caught up that you were in a relationship, people just assumed that you were friends and you wanted to see the show.
Right now, you and Harry were spending a few months together in his London home, you decided to do that since soon you both would have to go back to your busy careers and be away from each other. You basically moved in to his place, with your dog included.
"Milo! Come over here buddy!" You called out for him, sitting on the den and watching play around Harry's backyard, "You're such a good boy!" You cooed at him when he curled up to you.
"What are you pals doing?" Harry asked, walking through the sliding door that connected the kitchen and the backyard, sitting down next to you and pecking your shoulder quickly.
"We're just hanging out over here," you turned your face to look at him, matching his soft smile, "But I think Milo is eager to go outside, poor thing couldn't go on his walk yesterday because of the rain."
"I can take him for a walk," Harry said, and you noticed that he was indeed dressed up to go outside, "I'm actually meeting with Brad in a few minutes, I can take him with me."
"Would you?" you asked, and he pecked your cheek, standing up and offering his hand so you could join him.
"Of course, love. I can pick up some wine and food on the way back for dinner, you stay here and relax."
You pecked his lips softly before speaking, "You're a dream," he smiled and pecked your lips again, "And you, be a good boy for H, okay?" you knelled down to pet Milo, and with a final kiss to Harry's lips they were off.
You took in Harry's words and decided to relax since you had the house to yourself, you filled up the bathtub, lit up a scented candle and put on some music, leaving your phone behind as you took a bubble bath.
When you were done in the bathroom and clad in one of Harry's soft hoodies, you grabbed your phone and decided to lurk on social media as you waited for Harry and Milo to come home.
You opened Tiktok, your explore page showing you some Harry videos, cute dogs and even some edits of yourself. When you got bored of scrolling there, you decided to open Twitter, which wasn't your favorite platform at all but every now and then you got there to see what fans were on about.
However, you were surprised to find out that what fans have been discussing over the last few hours was Harry walking your dog.
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At first, you found funny that his fans were trying to decode if he had adopted a dog, or where did the dog had come from, not knowing hat it was your dog and you were practically living with him.
However, your mood changed when you scrolled down and saw that they somehow connected the dots and found out that the dog with Harry and Brad was your Milo.
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You shook your head, surprised by how quickly fans could put the  pieces together, and not sure about how to feel about yours and Harry's relationship being exposed by your dog.
As in on cur, you heard Harry and Milo walking up the stairs to the bedroom, and soon you saw both of them enter the room.
"We're back, love!" Harry cheerfully said, sitting on the end of the bed and Milo staying close to him, "Brought the wine and some food, are you hungry yet?"
"I think Milo just exposed our relationship." You simply said, laughing and how comical the situation sounded out loud.
"What do you mean?" a confused look appeared on Harry's face, and you showed him your phone so he could see.
After a few minutes of scrolling to your Twitter and seeing what fans were saying, Harry couldn't help but find the situation comical too.
"Well, that's better than TMZ, right?"
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harrysbabycherry · 1 month
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would love to read a blurb where harry was seen in public for the first time at his appearance yesterday after it was announced he became a dad (in the pictures yesterday i just see harry as a dad omg) 🫶🏼
I got this like a week ago, so sorry it’s late but she’s here and it’s cute! I hope this is what you meant! It’s very very cute so you’ll probably like it anyway! I don’t think I’ve written dadrry for you all yet so enjoy ☺️ thank you for the request!!!
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warnings: none! dadrry! me doing anything i can not to have to give this baby a name! (the pic has nothing to do with the plot of it, i just think it’s fcking funny) enjoy!!!
three months
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It was Harry’s first time out of the house in months and not exactly his choice either.
Three months had passed since he went out anywhere. Three months since the second love of his life came to join him. And he hadn’t left the house since they arrived back from the hospital.
Well, technically he did. He went to the studio, he went to meetings, only ones that were mandatory of course, and that was pretty much it. If it wasn’t something he had to do, he stayed home. There was nothing else he felt the need to leave for because everything he needed was in one place. That’s the argument he tried to use with (Y/N) but she wasn’t having it and sent him on his way.
Apparently, he needed social interaction outside of the house with people who could actually talk and (Y/N) had surprised him with tickets to a football match. He hadn’t been in a while and it was something he enjoyed but he would still rather stay home.
He was least prepared for the cameras in his face, watching his every move. Everyone seemed to be smiling, overjoyed that he decided to show his face in public after he’d been cooped up in the house. But he just tried to act like he was seconds from sprinting out of the stadium and to his car.
The match had just started and he was still saying his hellos to everyone that he passed as he made his way to his seat. He’d met up with a few of his mates and sat down beside them. He tried to focus on their lives and how they had been since he last saw them, but as soon as they asked how he was, he was pulling his phone out and showing anyone who would pay attention his new baby that now absolutely flooded his camera roll.
When the conversation died down in favor of watching the match directly in front of him, he decided to check on (Y/N).
Harry: How’s it going?
(Y/N): Good. Watch the game.
He couldn’t help smiling. She really wanted him out of the house. Even (Y/N) had a day off. He insisted on it. He sent her to a spa with one of her best friends just to give her some time away and he got to spend all day with the baby and it was just a dream. No matter the crying and the fussing, he loved every second of being a dad, and if he played his cards right, (Y/N) would give him another baby. Because one wouldn’t be enough. Two wouldn’t either but he doesn’t want to push his luck with her.
He sat in his seat, not feeling bothered to converse much with those around him. They were all old time friends and all easy to talk to but he couldn’t think about anything other than what (Y/N) might be up to.
Harry: How’s baby?
He has to ask. He doesn’t want to miss a second and now that (Y/N) has sent him out, he feels like he won’t be there for something important.
(Y/N): Sleeping.
Harry: How’s mummy?
She doesn’t answer for a long moment and he knows he should be paying attention to the field because he’s certain the camera is panning to him every free second of the match and he doesn’t want to look uninterested at all. But he just can’t wait for it to be over.
(Y/N): Stop staring at your phone and watch the game.
He replies seconds later.
Harry: How do you know I’m looking at my phone?
(Y/N): I’m watching you, idiot. Put it away.
Harry: So you get to watch the game from home then? Is that how it is?
(Y/N): Stop whining and stop texting me.
He sighed and put his phone away just like she asked. He tried to get into the game now because if that will satisfy her, he’ll do it. And then maybe he won’t have to leave the house for another three months.
It’s just that he doesn’t want to miss anything. Even if the baby is just sleeping or taking a bottle, he doesn’t want to be anywhere that’s not right next to (Y/N), even if it’s the most boring task in the world.
He tried to chat with those around him to keep his spirits up. Not that he was sad but he just wanted to be at home.
By the time the second half came around, he’d not checked his phone once. So, maybe he did get a little distracted by the game. There were a few close calls that had him up out of his seat but that was the most he did.
Harry: Everything good?
He chuckled to himself when the text bubble popped up, telling him that she was writing something back. He knew he was testing her by sending another message but he hadn’t been out of arm’s reach in so long, he didn’t know how to act without her beside him.
(Y/N): Yes.
Harry: Can I come home now?
The game was coming to a close and he knew he should stay until the end, just to be polite, but he couldn’t sit still knowing that he was here and they were so far away.
(Y/N): You’ve been gone for like two seconds.
Harry: Miss you so much :(
(Y/N): Fine.
Harry wanted to keep it quiet so he just whispered to one of his mates that (Y/N) needed him home for something and that it wasn’t anything serious, she just needed him to do something. Which was a lie but she’s not here to tell anyone it’s not, so he goes with it and makes sure to let everyone know what a wonderful, eventful time he had. And then he was gone, happy to have beat the crowds and the traffic.
As soon as he turned the lock, he was hurrying off to find (Y/N). She was in the kitchen with a spoonful of yogurt to her mouth, almost looking disappointed.
“What’s the point of sending you out if you’re just going to beg to come back home?”
“Told you it was a mistake,” His arms wrapped around her from behind before he kissed her cheek and rested his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want to be anywhere but here. Okay?”
She sighed, tilting her head to rest against his. “Fine.”
“Now, where’s my boy?”
(Y/N) barely finished telling him that he was upstairs before he took off, taking the steps two at a time to go check on the baby. He was probably sleeping but that was fine. All Harry wanted to do was look at him anyway.
To his surprise, he was awake, quietly stirring in his crib, and blinking up at him. A sleepy smile made its way to his mouth before he was cooing something that Harry couldn’t understand quite yet.
“Hi, sweetheart. I’m home,” Harry quickly shrugged out of his coat and set it aside so he could stand over the crib again. He held one hand down for him to latch onto, which immediately went to his mouth, but Harry didn’t care. “Nice nap?”
Of course, he didn’t get a response except for a hum against his finger that was now being drooled on. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait any longer to hold him in his arms, so he carefully lifted him until he was resting against his chest. And then he made his way to the comfortable rocking chair right beside the crib.
He’s fallen asleep here more times than he can count. With the baby resting on his chest and an empty bottle in his hand or alone, with his peacefully asleep in his crib, not wanting to leave his side, in case he wakes up crying again.
Harry thought he was very prepared when the baby came. He’d read books and went to each and every appointment with (Y/N). He asked countless questions to the nurses and doctors and specialists and even some hypothetical questions that had (Y/N) shaking her head at him with a smile.
But the truth is, when he rushed (Y/N) to the hospital that fucking freezing day in November, he had no idea just how unprepared he was. He was a wreck. Watching (Y/N) writhe in pain for hours did nothing to settle him. He tried to keep the mood light but he was so incredibly nervous to meet his son, he couldn’t sit still, even when (Y/N) asked him, more kindly than she should’ve, to stop pacing the room.
And when he was placed in Harry’s arms for the first time, it was love at first sight. He’d do anything for this baby. Anything. For as long as he lived and at the thought of that, he had to have his mum take the baby so he could cry into his hands in the hallway.
It was emotional to say the least. He made sure he was there for (Y/N) who was completely overwhelmed and tired but still had the energy to gawk at their new baby with him. He was perfect. A mix of the two of them done so excellently that he really couldn’t believe his eyes.
He was in shock for about three days. Even more so when they brought the little one home with the promise to take care of him forever.
He still couldn’t believe he was a dad. And sitting here now, after only being away from him for two hours, Harry feels his eyes welling all over again.
“Are you crying?”
“No.” He rushed to say.
(Y/N) is standing in the hallway, with a yogurt cup still in her hand, grinning at him.
“Okay. You never have to leave again.”
“Thank god. Come here, please.”
With his free hand, he patted his knee and he pulled her into his side, hugging her as tightly as he could.
There really was no reason for him to leave, he had everything he needed right here.
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fleuraimer · 3 months
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Overstimulation blurb pls
I love how Harry is so obsessed with her pussy so he keeps on making her cum / squirt but still not getting satisfied despite how overwhelming and teary eyed she got after 5-6 times she orgasms
sorry for the wait bestie 😭 i hope you like it!! 🩷
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cw: smut, minors dni, 17+, overstimulation play, baldrry (he's so hot idc idc idc), and more. not proofread.
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Harry has been sucking Y/N’s clit for almost two hours now. The only reason she’s consciously aware of that fact is because of his phone, bright blue light illuminating their bedroom ceiling, blurry numbers scribing one hour and fifty-two fucking minutes. His favorite torture device—a sage bullet vibrator that should be criminal for having so many settings—sits, unused, beside her shaky form.
He set a stopwatch. For what reason, she does not know. She honestly doesn’t have the ability to, though. It’s actually kind of hilarious to expect anything from her expect incoherent huffs and puffs, and garbled curses.
But Harry just loves to laugh.
“C’mon, Sweetheart, talk to me; tell Daddy how it feels.” His palms press down on the backs of her thighs, keeping her spread for him—he’s made her smear her messy pussy open for him too, though, for extra measure—her poor clit exposed to every sensation. The AC turning on makes her twitch, let alone Harry’s own hot breath.
“S’g—ood, Daddy,” she gasps, her eyes as puffy and red as her sensitive cunt. “Feels—” She mewls through the rest of her sentence, his tongue back on her button, laving over it, petting softly with the very tip.
It tickles a part of Y/N’s belly that sets the rest of her body on fire. How something so faint, so delicate, can be so utterly disgusting at the same time makes her head spin, in the best way.
Her head falls back on the mattress with a subtle bounce, her chest arching away for the sheets when his lips wrap teasingly her clit, toes wiggling as her feet flail, precious cries involuntarily slipping from her pouty lips.
“H,” she soughs, her hands abandoning post and finding the back of his head, nails scratching through the soft peach fuzz from the nape of his neck to the top of his head. Her head lolls around until her eyes find Harry’s once more, his cheeky, practically delighted smile felt before his slick mouth and pearly teeth (and sinful tongue) register through her vision.
Her brows draw to the center of her forehead as he flattens his tongue against the whole of her, the slippery tip dipping into her weepy opening before working back up to swirl over her swollen button until he feels her twitch, then starting all over again.
He repeats the action enough times for Y/N to lose count, her hearing staticky, vision blurry, thoughts nonexistent. It would explain why she doesn’t notice Harry’s hand falling from the back of her thigh, explain why when he starts fucking his tongue into her neglected hole, she whines at the loss of contact to her clit, fumbling to pull back on the hood with one hand as the other remains petting over his soft, clipped hair, as if to say Don’t forget about your pretty button, Daddy.
Though, forgotten is the last thing her poor overused clit is. It’s probably at the forefront of Harry’s mind, as a matter of fact, if the sudden touch of silicone to her pretty button is anything to go off of. Not to mention, the resounding buzz that quite literally rocks through her entire system.
Her soft cries are no longer soft. They’re loud and whiny, some guttural, but most sad little uh uh uh’s that get slurred through babbled curses. She doesn’t think of how pathetic she might look to Harry right now, she can’t (a fact that she’s wildly grateful for). All she can fucking think about is his tongue stuffed in her drippy pussy and the toy pressed directly on her clit.
She whimpers when he starts moving the vibrator from side to side, pointlessly smearing her arousal and his spit into her throbbing cunt. It fucking hurts.
“Stop with the crocodile tears, Princess,” Harry mumbles into her, scowling at the sight of her wet cheeks. “Cut it out before Daddy gives y’somethin’ to really cry ‘bout.”
He just had all the jokes today, didn’t he?
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stylescine · 8 months
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Okayy so what if y/n and H are at a club and they’re grinding and dancing to the music but they decide to take things up a notch and fuck in the bathroom stall ??
i am OBSESSED with that! i know harry would love to secretly fuck in a bathroom when he's desperate :,)
warnings: somewhat public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), hair pulling, dom harry, drunk sex, mentions of alcohol, soft harry at the end, dirty talk
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The club was filled to the brim. Sweaty bodies dancing around each other, the music blaring from the speakers and flashing lights illuminating the dance floor. Harry and Y/N had been dancing together for a while, taking each other's hands, twirling around or just grinding their bodies together. Harry was standing behind her, his breath hitting her neck while his arm was wrapped around her from behind. His crotch was pressed against her backside, keeping her close as she was grinding her bum against him. She was moving in the rhythm of the music, the alcohol pumping through her veins and urging her on. Y/N was having a fabulous night, as was her boyfriend. Going clubbing was a rare occasion for them, so it was even more special whenever they got the chance to do it.
Clubbing nights usually involved a lot of alcohol for the both of them. They couldn't keep their hands off each other either and this dance was no exception. Drunken sex always remained at the top of their imaginary list and while they both often suffered from a hangover the next day, the sex the evening before was always worth it. Their touches were without shame, their voices heard throughout their home and Y/N could still feel the orgasm in her legs the next morning. There was a certain thrill about fucking drunk out of their minds and Y/N suspected today would be no different.
She continued to grind against Harry and his breathing quickened. His hold around her grew stronger, his crotch growing harder as she could feel it against her butt. There was a smirk on her face and desire growing in her stomach. She needed him and he needed her. Desperately.
His hand snuck under her shirt, brushing over her soft skin ever so slightly, teasing her ever so slightly. She could feel Harry's breath tickle against her neck as he leaned forward, lips brushing over her ear. "You drive me crazy, darling." His voice was deep and his words a bit slurred from all the drinks he already enjoyed. But there was a desperation in his tone that she could only attribute to his own desire.
Y/N's lips turned into a grin. She was in for an interesting time tonight. Her grinding motions continued as Harry was breathing heavily against her neck. His hand pressed her body closer to his and his growing desire was evident. "Maybe we should move to the bathroom, sweetheart?" He suggested. They were still in the middle of the dance floor and her movements just continued to get Harry worked up. She could feel her own panties become a wet mess. As soon as she turned around, she was met with Harry's darkened eyes and a blush on his face.
Some curls were hanging onto his forehead and his lips were slightly parted. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stepped as close as she could and brushed his lips with her own. Harry bent down to connect their lips into a kiss. He tasted of tequila and something sweet she couldn't identify. His kiss was desperate, full of passion.
"Let's go," he urged her and as soon as she removed her arms from him, he intertwined their fingers and dragged her through the crowd towards the bathroom. This wasn't the first time they were sneaking away at a party to have their own kind of fun. A giggle left her as they were making their way through the mass of people, excitement bubbling inside her.
Harry looked around them for a moment before he slipped her into the men's restroom with him. He opened the door to an empty stall and pulled her inside, locking the blue door behind them. Y/N turned around to him and her boyfriend was quick to push her up against the wall, his hands moving to her hips. She was wearing a short, black dress tonight and it had been tempting Harry all evening. His hard-on was clearly visible in his beige trousers, pushing his hips against her own. His hands slid up her waist while he kissed her, his tongue dancing with her own.
She needed him desperately. There was an ache in her belly as her entire body was aching for him as well. Her hips moved against his hardness, heavy breaths escaping her throat. Her hands slid into his curls, tugging on them lightly. Harry let out a groan in response, his left hand sliding down to her thigh only to move back up, but under her dress this time.
The touch left her with goosebumps all over her body.
"I need you," she whispered against his lips. Harry let out an amused chuckle, pulling back just a bit to take a look at her. His eyes were darkened with lust, pupils wide and his lips red from her own lipstick. The blush remained on his cheeks, a sign of his own desire.
"You've been tempting me all night, darling. Maybe we should get straight to it, because I sure as hell can't wait until we get home."
He didn't have to say more.
Her fingers soon fumbled with the buttons of his pants. She opened them with ease, pulling down the zipper and Harry assisted her in pushing his pants down her legs.
His boner was straining against his boxers. The sight of him hard in front of her would always be a good one for her. There was nothing like seeing Harry's hard cock, dripping with pre-cum. She pushed his underwear down quickly, hand wrapping around his shaft for a moment. She gave it a few tugs, watching her boyfriend fall apart in front of her. His hand pressed against the wall above her to support himself.
Harry was trying to suppress his moans by pressing his lips together. "God, Y/N," he mumbled. The tip of his cock was swollen and red, ready for attention. She could make out a drop or two on his slit and she was tempted to bend down to capture them with her tongue.
But she didn't get the chance to when Harry's fingers wrapped around her first firmly and pulled her hand away from him.
"Turn around." His voice was low and raspy. There was a firmness in his tone that made her thighs tremble. She loved it whenever Harry was taking control of the situation.
Y/N didn't hesitate to turn her back to him, putting her hands against the wall in front of her.
"Bend forward."
She leaned forward, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She could feel the colder air around her thighs when Harry pushed up her dress and pulled her panties down. The air hit her wet pussy and the wetness that had already spread around the insides of her thighs. Her core was aching for his cock, contracting around nothing.
"Such a pretty arse."
Harry's large hands squeezed her cheeks. She could feel the coldness of his rings on her naked skin and it was thrilling her even more.
Y/N spread her legs a bit more to allow Harry better access to her cunt. She could feel his finger slide through her folds so delicately, the tip barely sliding inside her. A whimper escaped her and she almost closed her legs again.
Then two of his fingers slid into her wet core, curling just right to hit her sweet spot. She bit down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning too loudly. The knot in her belly was tightening and her legs were starting to shake from her need. She needed to feel Harry stretch her out again, to thrust into her as hard as he could and leave her as a trembling mess. Even if it meant she would have to walk around the rest of the night like that.
Harry pulled his fingers away again before she could feel the tip of his cock push against her entrance. He slowly eased inside her, his hand moving into her hair simultaneously.
As soon as he was buried deep inside her, the initial sting disappearing, she let out a long sigh. Harry was big and she had gotten used to the feeling with time, but it still felt incredibly good to have him completely fill her out.
He pulled her head back by her hair, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. "Taking me so well even out in public," he whispered and his voice sent shivers down her spine.
Her answer was only a combinations of moans and whimpers.
His hips soon started to move, his thrusts fast and determined. He bottomed out inside her every time, groaning into her ear as he was bringing them both closer to their high.
Harry's free hand snuck down to her clit, flicking over the sensitive bud over and over again. His thrusts made her legs shake and she couldn't hold back a moan every now and then even when she tried to be as quiet as possible. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room as well, combined with the filthy sound of her wet pussy.
"You're so fucking sexy." Harry's teeth tugged on her earlobe after his words, his thrusts slowing down for a moment before he pulled back again to give her a deep and hard thrust. She let out a long moan, hands pressing against the wall in front of her. He pulled on her hair once more, harder this time, just as he started thrusting again.
He was quick this time. His rhythm still remained precise, but he was chasing after his own climax with his movements. Y/N's nails desperately tried to find some support at the wall in front of her, her thighs shaking as she was nearing her own orgasm.
Then Harry slowed down his pace, giving her a few more hard thrusts until a groan slipped past his lips and she could feel him pulse inside her. A few more flicks over her clit and it was enough to push her over the edge as well as she bit down on her lip.
Her body was shaking as Harry wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady. Her orgasm was rocking through her, intense and long, a final relief to all the tension that had built up since they had stepped onto the dance floor together and started to grind against each other.
Harry buried his face in her hair, pressing a kiss to her head as he gently rocked his hips against her.
Her breathing was heavy as she slowly came down from her high. As soon as Harry's cock went soft, he pulled out of her again, his hands resting on her hips while Y/N tried to stand straight again.
A low chuckle escaped her boyfriend's lips as she turned to face him again, her face a warm mess and her legs feeling unstable.
Harry gave her a soft kiss. His fingers brushed some hair out of her face before his hand cupped her cheek.
"I love you, darling."
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cupid-styles · 3 days
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daisy 3 - the epilogue (english profrry x quiet TA!yn)
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the final part!! sorry it took forever for me to finish this series. I really hope you guys enjoyed it and like this little part that wraps everything up :)
part one | part two
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content warnings: inappropriate relationship, minor age gap (4 years), not ramadan friendly
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Y/N and Harry shift into a relationship — or what feels like one — faster than either could have ever anticipated. 
In hindsight, Y/N supposes it makes sense. They’d been suppressing romantic and intimate feelings for each other and now that it’d all come to a peak (no pun intended), tangled between Y/N’s cotton sheets, it felt oddly… natural.
The entire thing made her warm with happiness, a busy kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering through her tummy every time she even thought of waking up next to Harry. They hadn’t had another sleepover since that evening, and admittedly, she’d been a bit scared that she would wake up to rushed apologies and explanations of “I need to get out of here, this was a mistake”, but it had been quite the opposite. 
The following morning, when her sleepy eyes cracked open, she felt a warm weight pressed up against her back. It took her a moment to come to, but when she did, she remembered the strenuous activities from the night prior, and blushed and rolled over to find the object of her affection waking up from his own deep sleep. 
“Morning,” he’d croaked before smiling through puffy eyes. “Can I make you breakfast?”
That had been two weeks ago, and it seemed like the cotton candy cloud they were floating on had yet to touch the ground.
It went without saying that they were still extremely careful on campus — however, now that the temperatures were shifting into a more comfortable number, jackets were being shed and bright tulip bulbs and crocuses were beginning to pop up from the moist soil. They were telltale signs that spring was steadily bolting their way, which meant that the end of the semester was, too. Between the hopeful weather and the pastel-hued beginnings of a relationship between the two, it was enough to pull Y/N from the inklings of her seasonal depression and Harry from his own existential dread. 
In short: It was good. Things were finally good, even if they hadn’t talked things through or officially decided on what they were doing yet. Y/N thinks she was okay with that, as long as it meant she was on the receiving end of Harry’s gentle kisses or his sweet goodnight texts. 
Yeah. She could most definitely live with that.
. . .
“I found a kitten last night.”
The words make Y/N blink her eyes open. Their lips hadn’t even been fully disconnected by the time his words were ghosting over the seam of her mouth, an apparent eagerness to verbalize this new development from the past 24 hours. 
“Oh?” Y/N asks with a quirked brow, fingertips focused on the feeling of his soft knit cardigan. 
“When I was taking the garbage out,” he quickly explains. “She was hiding behind the trash cans.”
“She?”
Harry shifts from foot to foot and Y/N immediately identifies his body language as nervousness — he’s nervous to tell her about this cat he found near his building complex, and the thought, for some reason, makes her body bubble with giggles. 
“I looked to see if she had a collar or tag or anything and she doesn’t. I took her in and washed her off. She was starving, but I was thinking of taking her to the vet when I leave campus today.”
Y/N hums, “Well if she was starving and dirty, it’s a good thing she found you.”
A pinkish flush flowers over Harry’s cheeks and he shrugs his shoulders. “The vet in town is always swamped with college kids impulsively adopting animals. I was thinking of taking her to the one a bit further away.”
“Oh, that’s smart,” Y/N nods, tugging the strap of her tote bag a little closer to her body. Harry normally isn’t so slow in his goodbyes to her, and she really needs to get to the library to work on an essay outline. 
“Will you come with me?”
Her eyebrows nearly fly up to the ceiling. They’ve never done anything in public together — not since they saw each other at Target a few months back, and that doesn’t even count because they weren’t seeing each other back then. It was something that made Y/N toss and turn at night. She knew that in the eyes of the university, their relationship was forbidden — neither of them were that dim to understand that — but in any other context, there was no reason why a couple of their age couldn’t be together. It sometimes made her wish that they did meet under different circumstances, like at a bar or even swiping right on a dating app. 
“I was thinking maybe you could stay over afterwards, because the only appointment they had available for this evening was at 7 pm and I’m not sure how late we would get back,” Harry tacks on, and the addition only makes her stomach continue to swarm with nervous butterflies. “You can say no. I just thought it would be nice. A stay-at-home date, maybe.”
She’s nodding like a robot before her brain even allows her the opportunity to think it over. And yeah, call her childish, maybe, but the thought of him calling it a date — she supposes this is the closest they can get to one in the near future — makes her heart skip a beat.
“That does sound nice,” she agrees with a smile. “Do you want to pick me up at 6? I’ll… I can pack a bag and we’ll go from the vet to yours later on?”
He nods, mirroring her own enthusiastic grin. “Okay.”
. . .
After a marathon at the library (she was in the beginning stages of doing research on a comparative essay on Emily Brontë’s work), Y/N trekked back to her apartment, stuffed some food down her throat, showered, and packed a bag for Harry’s. 
She was a little nervous — okay, maybe fairly nervous, considering the last time they did anything close to this, it had all been very spur of the moment. Things weren’t awkward because of it (it was the opposite, actually), but the rest of their relationship had been spent in Harry’s tiny office. They played footsies while they graded, ordered takeout to the English building while they spoke about their days, and snuck loved-up smiles when they passed each other on campus, but this felt more… finite, maybe. Real. Like they could exist outside the confines of their university.
Harry texts her when he’s on his way and then when he’s downstairs at 6 o’clock on the dot (here xx, which makes Y/N’s heart flutter). She has her usual purse on one shoulder and a tote bag on the other, where she’s packed pajamas for the night, an outfit for tomorrow, and all of her toiletries. She swallows as she locks the front door and turns to see the familiar navy sedan parked right outside, biting her lip when she sees the curly haired brunette in the driver’s seat. 
“Hey,” he greets the second she gets in the car. She flashes him a smile, though his own facial expression exudes an air of nervousness, “Do you know much about cats?” 
“Um, my sister brought a stray in when we were kids. We only kept her for a few days, but I guess I know a little.”
Harry nods, “I’m scared she’s anxious back there. I tried to make the carrier as comfortable as possible for her, but she’s probably nervous, right? She’s in a weird guy’s car and she doesn’t know where she’s going.”
Y/N breathes out a laugh as she twists her body to look in the backseat. Low and behold, there’s a brand new carrier with a small kitten inside. She coos at its salt and pepper fur as she unlocks the gate, gently reaching in to grab the cat. She can’t be larger than a few pounds, and Harry’s right about her being nervous — she’s trembling, whether it be from the confusion of the situation or an issue the vet will likely tell them about. 
“Here, I’ll hold her for the ride,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of her head, “She just needs some love, hm?” 
“She kept slipping on the hardwood floors in my apartment last night. I felt so bad.” Harry replies as he puts the car in drive, a slight pout on his lips. Y/N laughs lightly at the thought, stroking her forefinger over the kitten’s back. 
“Poor baby,” she glances up at Harry, blinking when she realizes he’d been glimpsing down between them and the road, “Did you think of any names for her?”
He coughs and flicks his right signal on, “Um, yeah. I thought of a few. Haven’t really decided on anything yet, though. I guess it depends on whether or not the vet thinks it’s a good idea to keep her.”
“Sure,” Y/N hums, though she can already tell from her brief knowledge of pets that the likelihood of this little kitten having a home is slim. She’s tiny and underweight and doesn’t have a collar, which means she probably isn’t chipped, either. “I think you’d do well as a cat dad. Maybe you can adopt if this little one doesn’t work out.”
“You think so?”
A small smile cracks at the edges of Y/N lips. It’s apparent that Harry’s scared and needs some sort of reassurance from someone, and she’s happy to be the provider. “Of course I do. I think you have a lot of love to give, Harry.”
She watches as his throat bobs before his own lips form a gentle smile. 
“Yeah. I think I do, too.” 
He reaches over and carefully intertwines their fingers together. When she gives his hand a small squeeze, she thinks she sees his body visibly relax. 
. . .
As Y/N anticipated, the kitten Harry found doesn’t belong to anyone. 
The vet does a thorough check-up and the results are relatively positive; she’s just on the malnourished side and will need a lot of food, love, and care to get her to a place where she’s considered to be healthy. She advises Harry to bring the cat back in a month to do another weigh-in just to make sure her diet is nutritionally-dense enough, and he has no problem agreeing. 
Y/N scoops the kitten up and gently scratches and pets at the back of her head as Harry talks to the receptionist, supplying information about his name and phone number for the follow-up appointment. It’s only when he’s asked for the kitten’s name that he somewhat freezes. Y/N peers up, assuming he’s just nervous because he hasn’t settled on anything yet. It’s understandable, she supposes — if her parents had let her and her sister keep that kitten from their childhood, they probably would have named it “Princess Muffins” or “Little Lady Kisses”, which Y/N just thinks is embarrassing for the cat.
“Ophelia,” he murmurs lowly before coughing into his hand. The receptionist doesn’t question it as she quickly types it in, but it makes Y/N’s eyebrows raise. She continues scratching at Harry’s newly named cat, using her blunt fingernails to slowly rub the patches of fur behind her ears. She’s not sure if she’s being too fussy and self-centered, but if she remembers correctly, the first time she and Harry met, they talked about how Ophelia from Hamlet was a big inspiration for Y/N’s capstone project. She shrugs it off, especially when they’re done at the vet and they step into the low light of the evening. Silently, they walk side-by-side and back to Harry’s car. 
Daylight savings, despite being a stupid concept, arrived just a few weeks prior, which means they’re now privy to a few more hours of daylight before night stretches over the sky. It’s nice — spring hasn’t completely sprung up yet, but there are little reminders here and there that it’s coming. It isn’t freezing tonight but there’s a slight chill in the air, so both she and Harry are bundled up beneath cozy crewneck sweatshirts. He pulls the sleeves of his over his knuckles and the small action makes Y/N’s heart squeeze.
“Are you fine to hold her on the drive back?” Harry asks once they’re back in his car. She nods happily, content with having a small, cuddly kitten curl up on her lap for the next 30 minutes. The evening sunlight bathes the interior of the vehicle as Harry pulls out of his parking spot, flicking on his left blinker to take them back to his place. 
“D’you wanna get Thai for dinner?” Y/N asks, suppressing a yawn as she turns her head to look at the male beside her. Again, she watches as his muscles melt a bit, less rigid than they were just a moment or two before, and a smile edges at his lips as he nods his head. 
“That sounds great. Could go for some pad thai.”
“Mm, me too,” she agrees, taking her phone out to pull up the ordering app, “Can we split some dumplings, too?”
“I’d love that.”
She smiles to herself and they chat aimlessly and quietly about their respective orders, each of them deciding on noodle dishes (Harry opts for a veggie-only option while Y/N picks shrimp) and an order of mushroom dumplings. She asks if he’s vegetarian or trying to be — she presumes it’d be a rather important thing to know about the person she’s… dating? Casually seeing? What were they doing? — but he shrugs noncommittally, as he does for many questions she asks. It’s almost as if he’s not used to people asking him about his likes and preferences, and she thinks that’s dumb. She wants to know everything there is to know about him. 
When she prods him about his vegetable forward habits, he finally explains that no, he’s not a vegetarian, but he likes to eat meat-free when he can. This prompts her to ask him about his other tastes: His favorite ice cream flavor (Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food, which she approves of), his favorite flowers (pink tulips because his mom used to grow them), and his go-to drink when he goes out (“I never go out, I’m an old man, but I am partial to a tequila soda”). 
Her time playing 20 Questions is finally up after he picks up their food and they arrive back at his place. By now, the sun has fully retreated and Ophelia is sound asleep in Y/N’s lap. When he puts the car in park, he stops her before they go inside. 
“Why are you asking me all these things?” he asks with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. She resists the urge to reach out and smooth it with her thumb.
“I just wanna know. I’m curious.” she replies, shrugging.
“You wanna know about the first album I ever bought and how old I was when I had my first kiss?”
“Of course I do,” she pauses, confused. “Why? Do you not want me to know those things?”
He shakes his head. “No, no. I just… I don’t know. I’m surprised.”
“I don’t know how much more forward I can be with my feelings,” she says softly, nibbling on her bottom lip, “I know this is technically against the rules or whatever, but… I like you. You know that, right? That what I feel for you goes beyond sex and some silly fantasy.”
She watches as he swallows tightly. 
“I like you too,” he murmurs, reaching out to take her free hand into his. “I’m sorry I let my insecurities get the best of me but it’s just… odd, I guess, to imagine that you really, truly like me. I sound like a middle schooler, god—”
“Don’t do that.” she quickly shakes her head. If it weren’t for Ophelia still perched atop her thighs, she’d reach forward and take his face between her hands. “Don’t belittle yourself. I like you, Harry. So much that I’m willing to risk my status as a student. You get that, don’t you?”
“Of course,” he nods swiftly, “And you understand what I’m risking, right?”
It’s not meant to be a one-up — it’s genuine and it’s real, and she nods her head and swallows the small lump of tears that’s developed in her throat. It’s the reality of their relationship and it’s necessary to address, especially if either one of them wants to go any further. 
With Harry, he has more to lose. He’d be fired, of course, but his degrees could be taken into question, too. His license as a professor. Everything he’s worked for, all potentially wasted on Y/N.
It’s a heavy weight for her to wear.
But, as if he can read her mind (or maybe he can just read her facial expression), he gives her hand a squeeze. 
“And you’re more than worth it, Y/N.” he says with soft eyes. 
“Will you be my boyfriend?” she blurts out without thinking. Her eyes immediately widen while Harry’s crease with happiness, and she’d contemplate taking back if not for the massive grin that stretches across his face. 
“Truly, I thought you’d never ask,” he replies cheekily, and Y/N responds with a gentle swat to the chest. He laughs. “I did name my cat after you, after all.”
. . .
That night, when Harry has Ophelia tucked into one side and Y/N into the other, and she’s half-asleep as they watch another episode of whatever docuseries she convinced him to turn on, after they’ve eaten themselves into a Thai food coma and talked about the latest books they’ve read with promises to exchange them, he realizes he’s never been so happy in his life. 
Y/N can comfortably say the same. 
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tpwkwriter · 3 months
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different situatons where h gets jealous and possesive of reader
i just imagined it and im gonna dieee
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Ooohhh🤭 another headcannon coming your way!
Warnings: cussing, mentions of Alcohol, drunkeness, jealousy, violence😭
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Because of his high status and his constant surroundings of celebrities, fans, paparazzi, TMZ agents harry always had a watchful eye of his girl.It’s not that he didn’t trust y/n, it was the eyes of others he didn’t. Harry’s love for y/n was something so different, he had never felt such love and pride in his girl, he truly loved y/n.
“The returning ex”
Despite this man of y/n’s past being long gone and simply a college fling it still never made sense to why he would occasionally pop back up in Harry’s and y/n’s shared life.
It was a friends birthday party being held at there usual club, y/n remainder sat on a barstool at the bar happy to watch the room of drunks and dancers while Harry was socialising with various friends and work mates around the room, still cautious and aware of his pretty girl sitting at the bar.
“Y/n” a familiar voice heckled.
“James” y/n muttered under her breath.
And there he was the man who took everything from y/n and left within 1 night, despite his actions being many years ago y/n still couldn’t bring her self to be nice to him.
“How are ya” he asked, helping himself to the stool next to her.
“M’Fine” she blankly answered.
“Good, good” he said sipping on his bottled beer.
“Where is he then? The world renounced Popstar?” He asked clearly getting straight to the point.
“That would be me mate”
James’ figure slouched once he saw his replacement.
“M’harry” he said from behind y/n moving forward so he could shake his hand.
“James” he answered shaking his hand.
Harry took no further time in pulling a stool out and sitting himself as close to y/n as he possibly could and putting his hand around her waist.
“I suppose I won’t interrupt anymore, see ya round y/n”
“You scared him away” she laughed.
“Means v’done my job” he said meeting her lips.
“Stage side drama”
If able to, y/n attended most shows, whether that be backstage, side of the stage, in a tier surrounded by bodyguards courtesy of Harry.
She loved it all so much and it never got old.
The loud intro to kiwi filled the stadium, the lights go crazy and the fans give it all they have.
Y/n was in Harrys peripheral all night, the sight of y/n dancing, singing taking the occasional video/photo and making eye contact with her when a song is dedicated to her it reminded him why he did all this.
Y/n was standing to the right side of the stage watching her lover do what he did very best, it wasn’t until she felt a cold arm snake around her waist.
“Enjoying your night” Micheal Harry’s friend whispered into hair.
Harry regretted ever allowing Micheal meet y/n, he was convinced he would make advances if he wasn’t around.
“Very much so” she replied facing him allowing him to lip read over the speakers.
Harry quickly glanced over to his girl and when he saw his “friend” mindlessly wrapping his arms around his girlfriends waist.
H was already high on adrenaline it didn’t take much to push him off the edge.
After the infamous whale, and endless kisses and ‘thank yous’ to the crowd, and still much to his disgust in his peripheral vision, Micheal was still finding any exscuse to be as close to her as he could.
While waving to the sea of people, he speed off of to the side of stage to finally be reunited with his girl, and do something about this Micheal.
“Baby!!” She squealed removing herself from Michael’s loose embrace and throwing herself into her much more comfortable hold instead.
Without a word he just holds her tighter and presses kisses along her hairline, with two hands gently cupping her head, he pulls her out of his chest so he can rest his forehead on hers and speak only to her.
“Love, can you follow the rest of the band f’me and I’ll meet you on the tourbus alright? M’just gonna find Glenn back here?”
She nods and presses a kiss to him, she’s been meaning to that for a while now, the sound of Micheal huffing and puffing behind them really made Harry satisfied.
“I love you, and make sure you stay with them alright” he says against her lips, before slowly releasing her.
“I love you and don’t be too long” she smiles before hurrying off to find the rest, “bye Micheal” she utters before whipping round the corner.
Little to the girls knowledge Glenn wasn’t even here, he just wanted to have a chat with Micheal, perhaps a kind warning.
“You really got lucky with her man” Micheal laughs.
“Yeah, yeah, I did mate I really did, and because of that I’d rather you keep your hands to yourself” he stated, keeping his calm stature but a serious tone.
“Your Harry fucking styles, you could have any chick in the world, and your mad at me for having an arm round a basic girl” he laughs, not catching the drift.
Say what want about him, but y/n, no that’s the line.
With the adrenaline still flowing through his veins, he didn’t fear much at this very moment. It wasn’t until Micheal was backed against a wall that Harry realised he was getting closer to the idle man.
“Say that again” he coldly said.
“I said tha-“
Let’s just say that Micheal was lucky Harry had various security and staff surrounding the backstage area.
“And they called it puppy love”
Y/n had been practically begging for any sort of pet ever since her and Harry moved in together, a companion to keep her company when Harry’s out on the road, y/n worked from home, and there was a puppy needing a home, what could be the problem?
The problem lies where little buddy (there black Labrador) grew quiet clingy and protective of y/n to the extent where even a hug would set the little man off.
“Fuckin’ hell bud” he said, referring to the pup who was currently barking at Harry because of his hand resting on his mums thigh.
“He’s just making sure his mummy’s safe aren’t you baby” she said adoringly picking up the pooch and holding it to her chest where he happily wagged his tail and snuggles into her scent.
Harry then tried again, seeing that the puppy was snuggled in her neck trying to rest, he this time cuddles into his girlfriends side, resting his hand in it’s original place on her thigh and pressing kisses to her shoulder.
However the bliss only lasted around 3 minutes, before the pup found out and started again.
“Oh bud shush your noise” she gently scolded, moving him carefully onto the sofa space next to her.
However buddy made his way back on y/n’s lap and countinued to bark at Harry making it clear that y/n was his mum.
Tired and in need of some TLC, Harry called it a night.
“Bloody pup, I’m going to bed, it’s clear it’s not me he wants” he says patting her thigh and getting up from his position.
“Babe it’s okay, he needs to get used you being around me-“
“No y/n, as long as he’s here we aren’t gonna get any time together” he huffed as he made his way out of the living room and up the stairs.
“I think daddy’s a little mad…and jealous” she whispered to the pup.
Once y/n gently placed the pup in its bed, she headed up to find her sulky boyfriend who was found still sat up against the headboard scrolling on his phone.
“Harry” she began, sliding herself into her side of the bed.
“C’mere” she softly said.
To which he did, he enjoyed feeling that slight bit more vulnerable around the girl, and slid into her arms resting on her chest, she loved using her fingertips to play with the soft curls that sat above his head.
“M’sorry” he mumbled against her chest.
“Don’t be silly, got nothing to be sorry for” she chuckled quietly.
“I was jealous of our fucking dog, s’not right y/n” he continues.
“Hey, hey, I get it, it’s okay, and we will get round to training him promise” she confirms countinue long to comb his hair.
“I know, I know, jus’ don’t like sharing you, you were mine first” he says a low chuckle leaving his lips.
“S’okay, m’always yours, no matter what”
“Unless we get another puppy..then my hands may be a bit full” she added, a small smile curling on both there lips.
“You’d be so lucky” he groaned
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Okay hear me out mama tacos, Mlbrry is so tired and worn out after practice and when he comes back home late at night, Y/N is still up, waiting for him and in the mood and he's like not today, sweetheart, I'm so tired. And thens she's like okay then let's cuddle and he lays on top of her, hugging her, laying his head above her heart and she kisses the top of his head a few times and pecks him on the lips and then he kisses her back and it turns to a steamy make out sesh and they end up having sex and she's like, remind me again, who did not want to have sex and teasing him. I can't think of anything else im gone for him 😭😭😭
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YN had been in the mood all day, Harry had to be in the city early for a meeting with team over sponsorship and what not before he had to go play a home game.
The kids were all well behaved today, Easton and Cash had baseball practice, and earlier in the afternoon Ezra and Briar had at-home swim lessons.
They all went to bed easy, exhausted from a long day of fun activities, ending with watching a few minutes of the game on their television to see their dad before tucking in for the night.
YN isn’t all that tired, especially because all the kids were in bed by eight.
She took her time taking a hot lavender bubble bath, shaving, and moisturizing her body before laying ontop of their duvet to scroll through her phone in the dim light from a floor lamp in one of her husband’s shirts and underwear.
When she opens up Instagram, on the popular page, paparazzi pictures pop up from today and YN clicks on a slideshow.
She snorts out a laugh at his mismatched outfit and noticed that the floral tote he had on his shoulder was totally hers.
However, she pinches the picture to zoom in on his legs - they just look so pretty, lean and muscular, looking like they’re carved from marble.
He’s so fucking attractive and she notices 750,000 likes on the image from other people who think the same just gives her a sick satisfaction that’s her husband.
She rarely gets time to sit on her phone so time gets away from her, until the man who the internet is fangirling over is standing in the doorway.
His messy curls are damp like he showered right after the game and left before barely drying off, he is already shucking off his hoodie and shirt, revealing his rippling stomach and the vee teasing into the front of his shorts.
“Hi mama,” Harry rasps lowly, closing their door and trailing over to lean down to give her a kiss which she’s already tilted her head up for, “Missed you and the babies.”
“Missed you more,” She replies, her hand wasting not time traveling from where she had cupped his jaw down his pecs and abdomen before dipping into his shorts.
Harry sighs against her mouth, his hand coming to wrap around her wrist and bring it back up to kiss the ring on her finger then her palm.
“Mama,” He rumbles in that slow drawl, like he has all the time in the world, tiredness seeping into his tone, “M’so exhausted, love. Don’t think I could get it up if I tried. I’ll give it to you in the morning, yeah?”
And even though YN felt a swoop of disappointment in being turned down because she was feeling so aroused and energetic, she understood and she never wanted her husband to feel bad for saying no when he didn’t want it.
“Sounds like a plan, come give me a cuddle then,” YN redirects, letting out an omph! of breath when he settles ontop of her, a heavy weight as his tummy moves slowly against her pelvis, his head tucked right against her breasts, “How was everything today?”
Harry rustles around until he’s comfortable, trying to displace his weight so it’s not overwhelming - moaning in pleasure when YN’s hands come up to scratch his scalp lightly.
“Mm, did I mention I missed you terribly?” Harry hums before he adds, “The sponsorship meeting was pretty cool. Gatorade offered me 3.2 million dollars to post three pictures on my Instagram of me drinking their new protein shakes during my workouts. Jeff told them to round it up to four and they had a deal. And they did.”
“It’s crazy how not that long ago we were sat in your frat, trying to figure out how we were going to afford the move to New York and our little baby. Now you’re just having millions thrown at you daily,” YN replies as she continues to scratch.
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“H, I just-“ YN shutters through a sob, trying to catch her breathe as she feels an anxiety attack coming on quick.
“Whoa, baby. Don’t cry, please,” Harry replies, startled by the onslaught of tears as he moves her from where she was sitting on his lap at his small desk to his bed, noise coming from all levels of the frat house.
“I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I don’t know how we’ll manage to move and support the baby,” YN wipes her eyes, anxious from them looking in his laptop at apartments in the city.
“I will always, always make sure the baby is supported,” Harry says firmly, his hand coming to cradle her blossoming bump.
“We twenty and twenty-one, picking up our whole lives, and adding a child to it,” She shakes her head, “What if we’re not good parents? We’re young and broke.”
“And we love each other,” Harry cuts in, “We love each other and we are going to love our baby more than anything else on this planet. Our age doesn’t define us as parents.”
“I’m scared,” YN whispers as he kisses her face with soft pecks, his hand massage the now taut skin of her bump.
“Never let anything bad happen to you or the baby,” Harry tells her, “I’m scared too but I know, for a fact, that you’re going to be an incredible mama. Let me worry about the rest.”
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“We did it, baby. You’re now a rich housewife, all this money is ours,” Harry chuckles jokingly but pauses when YN tilts his chin up.
“I would love if you made a million dollars a day. I would love you if you make 10 dollars a day. I’m not proud because of money. I’m proud of your hard work for our family,” YN says sincerely and with an edge of firmness as she leans down to kiss his forehead.
“I-“ Harry chokes off because he doesn’t know what to say to sum up everything he’s feeling, “I love you and our babies, so fucking much. Would do whatever I needed to do to support you.”
“I know, baby,” YN agrees with a smile against his skin, he tilts his head up further until their lips meet once again - soft and unhurried.
It starts off quite romantic and innocent, short pecks before pulling back, only to be magnetically drawn together again.
Harry readjusts until he’s propped up a bit more, a hand coming to cup her jaw as they share short, delicate kisses.
It feels like it’s goes on forever, which is a good thing in this case scenario, the constant quiet smacking over their lips and shallow pants for air.
YN tries to keep it nonsexual but it’s really difficult when he’s keeps bringing her back in for more and more kisses - his lips raspberry red and puffy from their movements.
She feels it through his thin shorts when he hardens up, quickly and stone solid, perking up against her - he tries to ignore it but after YN tests the waters by licking at his tongue, he groans and grinds down into her center - only covered by flimsy cotton.
His skin is hot, like a space heater as he doesn’t let her up for air, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth - wriggling down until his cock is fitting right into her plush folds through the fabric, his head bumping at her clit.
There’s no deadline, no hurry as they grinds together, YN spreading open more and allow Harry’s lips to travel down her neck as he keeps a steady rhythm of grinding against her.
She doesn’t know what makes it so sexy but it just is when he bites at her nipples through her tee shirt, pulling them between his teeth before sucking the shirt material damp.
It made her want, crave his mouth on her nipples, feel the smooth laps of his tongue or harsh nips, anything.
“You’re everything I want,” Harry murmurs against her belly, rucking the shirt up to lick and suck at the plush she had, “Just want to be on you, every second of the day.”
“You’re teasing,” YN whines softly, eyes twinkling down at her husband who is thumbing at a line of stretch marks near her navel.
“M’not,” Harry dismisses with a shake of his head, his mouth slowly moves up her belly - goosebumps in their wake as he begins to lay kisses on the underside of her breasts.
She felt so wet that she had to be dripping onto the sheets, her chest was pounding, and her blood pressure was rising from the arousal of it all.
“Please, H,” YN finally gasps after his lips and tongue ghost their way around her cleavage, breath tickling over her nipples, his teeth grazing against the risen tender skin of her areola.
“Whassit?” He mumbles, mouth not moving from her skin, lost in whatever his exploration was of her body like he owned it - he did.
“Just need your mouth on ‘em,” She huffs, squirming her hips a little bit to get the point across to her husband.
“Sure baby,” Harry agrees distractedly, his lips moving to finally wrap around her peak and his hand coming up to roll and pinch the other one.
And he fucking tortures her with it.
She’s stuck between a figurative heaven and hell.
Heaven is the fact that he’s been showing attention to her chest for the last twenty minutes but hell because his hand doesn’t even move to touch her cunt.
When she tries to sneak her own hand down into the front of her panties, Harry frowns at her, and guides her hand back up, “S’not time for that. Just let me touch you, love on you.”
She could tell how tired he was by how lazy and unrushed his movements were but yet somehow focused at the same time.
Her tits were scattered with lovebites by the time he was done, her nipples sore with achingly good pleasure, and her core was a wet mess.
Harry during this whole time would intermittently rut his hips against her, to relieve a bit of friction before settling back down.
She needed more.
She was too wired to let him continue onslaught of teasing which she knew he would, especially when his hand finally moved fo her cunt to roll her clit through her underwear with no urgency.
“Wet f’me,” Harry rasps as he moves down to pet at her core through the fabric, bumping against her like he’s trying to get his fingers in, “Gonna let me tease this pretty cunt?”
That’s all she needs to her before she was knocking him off her and onto his back, his went easily because he was surprised by the sudden movement and let out a low, pleased laugh.
This was euphoric.
She has to return the teasing just a bit, she shimmies off his shorts and briefs, and he’s so hard it look painful, fuck he was big.
She ducks down, purposefully avoiding his cock as she sucks mean, harsh hickeys into his sensitive thighs which make him mewl in pained pleasure.
YN knew his hands were aching to wrap in her hair and guide her warm mouth to him but he resisted, clenching his fists in the sheets.
“Give me more, mama. Come on, be a good girl,” He goads instead in his most alluring, gravely tone - hips twitching impatiently.
“More?” YN smirks a bit wickedly, she moves to his balls, lapping gently at where they’re swollen and snug at his base but makes him audibly moan when she ducks down to trace her tongue down the sensitive skin and back to his hole.
“Fuckin’ Christ, how are you so fuckin’ hot? How’d I land you, baby,” Harry babbles, lifting his hips a bit so that YN can have better access to him and he’s now so so wired.
“M’gonna, doll. You’re gonna make me come, just please. M’gonna come for you,” Harry pants out desperately and she takes pity, wrap a hand around him and giving a few hard pumps before he comes, ropes decorating his stomach, “You’re perfect. Make me feel s’fucking good.”
“H,” YN whines as she sits back up, ready for her own release now.
“Of course, shush up. Know m’gonna get you off, sweet thing,” He titters, still out of breathe when he pushes her back and tugs off her underwear.
“Fuckin’ hell, look at her,” Harry breathes out in awe when he sees how wet her folds are with arousal, how pretty she spreads open like a flower, “S’pretty, darling.”
She was so sensitive, so puffy that it only takes a few directed licks to her clit and she was bearing down, moaning through her climax.
When Harry pops back up afterwards, a sleepy smile on his face, he swipes the hair off her forehead, and murmurs, “Baby, I’m actually so fuckin’ tired now. Will you wipe me down? Love of my life, y’know that?”
YN giggles, kissing his nose before shimmying off the bed, and padding to the bathroom to warm up a rag to wash off his belly.
By the time she washes herself off and brings the cloth out, he’s splayed out like a starfish, stark naked, and snoring.
YN grabs a clean pair of briefs and shimmies them onto his body which makes him grumble and whine as she disturbs his slumber after she wiped him clean.
Days like this. She wishes she could save and keep in a box for when they’re older, being so in love and so happy and young.
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stylessupremacy · 2 years
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Do You Believe In Fate? 
Prompt: Harry, the ruthless CEO, doesn't believe in fate. Yet when he meets Y/n, he starts to think differently and believe he has a chance at a love that he never thought was possible.
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Mentions of possible rape, Language, & Smut
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Y/n could kick herself in the ass. She was late for work again this week. From the constant working to pay off her college debt, to the late hours she stays up and studies to pass her classes - being exhausted was an understatement.
Y/n was studying to be a clothing designer. She has always enjoyed fashion even if she never had the best clothing. Most clothing she had would get thrown away or lost due to her always switching from one foster house to another.
When she finally turned eighteen, she managed to live with her friend till she could get up and on her feet. She worked for two years which allowed her enough time to save up for an apartment and pay for a little bit of her college education. Being in student debt wasn’t fun by any means, but Y/n felt bad for relying on her friend and her parents to provide for her.
The odds were against her favor today. As she quickly maneuvered her way through the sea of people Y/n seemed to hit every single crosswalk at the wrong time.
As she checked both ways to make sure there weren't any cars coming, Y/n took a step out onto the busy streets just to be quickly pulled back and hit the thing - or person - that pulled her back.
Y/n watched as a car whizzed by honking their horn at her, in return, she flipped them off. She must have overlooked the car, mistaking it for a parked car on the side of the street.
Gathering herself and turning around to thank the person who saved her life, Y/n was met with a stone-cold face. “Thank you for not letting me turn into a flapjack,” Y/n lightly chuckled, taking in the man in front of her.
He was wearing a crisp, clean suit. His face structure was beyond beautiful; defined jaw structure, puffy pink lips, a perfect nose, and the most fascinating green eyes. And his hair was out of this world, light brown, curly, and unruly.
Harry was late for work. He got back to his home around midnight last night. He was exhausted and tired. He got caught up in long overdue paperwork that needs to be done by the end of this month. Arriving home, he was so exhausted he didn’t even eat. He went straight to his room, discarded his clothes, and literally fell into bed from his tiredness.
Never setting an alarm, he didn’t wake up till his secretary was calling him asking if he had a meeting she didn’t know about. Tiredly he explained the situation, quickly got ready and was making his way to work.
As he was waiting for the crosswalk to switch, he watched as the girl in front of him was about to go. She obviously missed the car that was going well over the speed limit but stepped out onto the street nonetheless.
Harry quickly placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back making her hit his chest. He was in a pissed-off mood for already being late, but as everybody watch the poor girl almost get hit by a car and did nothing about it that made him even madder.
The man huffed - keeping his stone-cold exterior the same - “Be more careful next time and that won’t happen.” The crosswalk light must have changed because before Y/n could reply back he blended in as he walked with the rest of the crowd across the street leaving Y/n puzzled by his response.
Why would he be kind enough to save her, yet be a dick to her when she just tries to tell him thank you in a joking manner? Y/n shrugged it off and continued her fast walk or light jog to work.
As Y/n quickly rushed into the small restaurant, sending her boss and business owner an apologetic smile. “It’s fine. Just hurry up and get punched in,” the older woman waved off knowing the situation she was in and was very understanding about it.
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Y/n’s shift finished at the restaurant and she quickly made her way over to the pub since she was waitressing tonight. Throughout her shift at the restaurant and walking over to the pub - she couldn’t stop thinking about the man who saved her. He was a breath of fresh air but an arrogant son of a bitch. But what bothered her the most was how mad he got her.
Since it was Friday evening, Y/n got to work straight away and started taking orders. She got to deal with flirty men who were drunk off their asses or the older men trying to hit on her. Most of the time those customers left a hefty tip which Y/n always appreciated, but she hated how she felt like she was using her body to help earn her money, even though she wasn’t.
Quickly serving a couple their mixed drinks and told them to holler at her if they needed anything. She quickly made her way over to the new customers that just walked in.
Y/n’s breath hitched as she saw the same man from earlier today who saved her. He was sitting at the table with two other men who were already looking at her up and down. All three of the men dressed to the max in expensive-looking suits.
“What can I get started for you guys?” Y/n asked pen and pad of paper at the ready. It wasn’t until she spoke that Harry looked up from the drink menu he was looking at. His stomach dropped straight to his ass.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her today. He was so fascinated with her the moment he laid eyes on her. He immediately regretted getting pissed off at her when she was just trying to tell him thank you but was too embarrassed to stick around after his outburst, so he took off before she could reply.
Y/n wrote down their order and turned to Harry who was now looking at her, “And what can I get you?” Harry cleared his throat, “A scotch please.” So he does have manners, Y/n thought to herself. She fulfilled their order and gave it to them, continuing on with her work shift.
Throughout her shift, she kept stealing glances over at the table filled with the three men. Noticing how the one from earlier didn’t really seem to be engaging in conversation with the other two, he seemed lost in thought or something was on his mind.
A deep clearing of somebody’s throat caught Y/n’s attention from where she was helping the bartender clean up by putting away the drinkware. Y/n looked up to see the man from earlier this morning.
Confused, she straightened up, “Can I help you?” She questioned, confusion written on her face. The group already paid their bill and his two other friends left, leaving him the only customer in the pub.
Not hearing or noticing the presence of the customer, the bartender spoke, “I’m going to go. Will you be alright closing up?” Y/n agreed knowing it wasn’t a big deal since she's done it before.
Watching the bartender leave, she turned her attention back to the mystery man. “I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. There was no reason for me to respond like that and I’m sorry,” He spoke fiddling with the rings on his fingers.
Harry wasn’t sure why he felt nervous. He was actually quite the opposite of nervous all the time but something was fascinating about this girl in front of him. She made him nervous.
“It’s fine,” Y/n dismissed him quickly, finishing her task at hand without batting an eye at him. She made her way over to the tables and started to clean up. Noticing he was still standing there she turned around to face the mysterious man, “We’re closed now. So if you would mind leaving so I could finish up, I would greatly appreciate it.”
Shutting the door behind her and making sure it was locked Y.n was firmly pressed up against it. The man caught her wrist as she tried to push him off of her - he was much stronger than she was.
“Let go of me!” Y/n struggled underneath the man. “Just let me make you feel good,” the man slurred into her ear. The stench of alcohol coming out of his pores. “No! No, I don’t want this,” She spoke, getting worried as he started leaving wet sloppy kisses on her.
Continuing her struggle of getting the drunken man to let her go, she watched as a figure came up and slammed him to the ground. “Do you fucking not understand the word no? She clearly didn’t want you touching her,” the same voice from the pub rang through the air - the guy she just kicked out twenty minutes or so.
“What’s it matter to you,” the drunk slurred. “Because she didn’t consent to it. You forced yourself up onto her and when she told you no you didn’t budge. Women are not prey, they deserve respect. Clearly, you don’t know what that is.”
“People like you should be in jail.” With that final statement, he sent one swift punch to his face. Hearing a sickening crack and blood pour out of his nose, he didn’t give a flying fuck.
Y/n was astonished watching the man in front of her. Watching as he turned around, his eyes softened as they met hers, “Are you alright?” Y/n brushed herself off, “I was just fine. I didn’t need your help anyways.”
As she walked away she could hear his footsteps quickly jogging up to meet up with her. “Well it didn’t look like you were fine,” he quickly huffed out, getting slightly agitated with her. “I’ve dealt with people like that before and I could have again. Why were you even near the area? I kicked you out twenty minutes ago at least,” Y/n said continuing her walk along the dimly lit streets towards her apartment.
Shoving his hands in his pocket he shrugs, “Not really sure. I feel like a total prick for the way I spoke to you earlier so I wanted to stick around and talk to you.”
Harry knew deep down she was different from all the other girls. All the girls he hooked up with just wanted his sex or money, sometimes even both. Yet the girl in front of him didn’t force herself onto him like most.
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“H- Harry, feels so good,” The girl moaned, gripping the sheets tighter as Harry pounded into her.
Harry kept pounding into the girl not really listening to her moans at all. He was just focusing on making himself feel good and forgetting about the stress he accumulated from work. It was hard and a lot of work being the CEO of the most well-known marketing firms and richest people alive.
Harry’s breath hitched and his thrusts became more inconsistent as the knot in his stomach grew stronger. The girl clenched around his cock and she came down from her high and that was just enough to send Harry over the edge.
While the girl was still laying in bed catching her breath from the best sex she ever had in her life - Harry was tieing the used condom and throwing it in the trash. “Where are you going?” The girl questions hazily - still a little dazed from their previous activities. Hastily buttoning his dress shirt he replies gruffly, “Going home.”
As he grabbed his suit jacket she spoke, “Same time tomorrow?” Harry just stared at her dumbfounded, “Of course not.” The girl gasped dramatically. Before she could even make a comeback, Harry swiftly shut the door on her not giving a fuck.
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Harry never has had a relationship before. Everybody he's met has used him in some way or another. He’ll only give into it to take care of his needs in the bedroom.
Seeing how Y/n acted made him believe there are good people out there who won’t just use him to get his money. He was taking that chance with Y/n.
From the moment he laid eyes on her to the moment she made that corny joke, he knew deep down he wanted to give her a chance. “It’s really okay. You were probably late for work like I was,” she chuckled, a small smile tugging on her lips. “I’m Y/n, by the way,” she smiled. Harry gave a curt nod, “Harry.”
“So are you just going to follow me home so you can stalk me?” Y/n chuckled nervously. The atmosphere wasn’t awkward or anything, but it still wasn’t the most comfortable situation to be in.
Earning a chuckle from Harry, “Figured I may as well walk you home to make sure you're safe.” She chuckled, “Un huh, sure.” Harry’s laugh was contagious, she also may or may not have found it really adorable.
“Well this is my place,” Y/n said as she came up on her apartment number. As Harry walked her home they held conversation like they knew each other for years, when in reality they didn’t.
“Thanks for walking me home Harry. And for saving my ass as well,” she chuckled, “But I have to get going, I have to do some homework before I go to bed,” she chuckled.
“It’s no problem. I’ll see you around,” Harry spoke and gave a small nod.
He was acting like a teenager who thought a girl was cute. Damn straight he had a crush because she was the most breathtaking girl he's ever laid eyes on. He was majorly head over heels for her when he barely knew him for twenty-four hours.
The two bid their goodbyes - Y/n walked into her apartment and Harry made his way out of the apartment complex with a skip in his step and a boyish grin on his face.
As Harry walked home that night he thought of ways he could try and ask Y/n out on a date. He’s never been so over the moon with a girl before, but there was something about Y/n that sparked something inside of him.
He’s never felt this way before so he doesn’t know how he's supposed to act. He spent most of his night lying awake thinking about Y/n. He didn’t sleep much, not being able to get her off his mind.
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Nerves ran through Harry as he approached Y/n’s apartment door. He doesn’t know why he's nervous - maybe it's because he was going to ask Y/n out on a date, or maybe it was because he hasn’t been on an actual date nor asked anybody out like this before.
Holding the bouquet of sunflowers in his left hand, he gently knocked on her door with his right. Harry waited for a response and took in the surroundings of where she lived.
Her apartment complex was long overdue for a needed touch-up. It made him wonder what the inside of her apartment looked like.
Not that he thought Y/n would keep it a mess but was it even safe to live in considering the outside of it? Plus her apartment complex wasn’t in the best neighborhood.
Receiving no answer he tried again, maybe Y/n didn’t hear him. His second attempt at knocking received no answer.
Hopping into his car, Harry went downtown to check the pub she was working at last night. She could possibly be working considering it was a Saturday and it can be a happening place downtown.
Parking in the street and looking through the pub’s glass windows, he could see Y/n waiting on a table. Her beautiful long locks were held back by the same sunflower clip she had in yesterday, she had rings and a few bracelets adoring her fingers and arms. Harry thought it added a nice touch to her flawless skin.
Leaving the flowers in the car, Harry made his way into the pub grabbing a seat at one of the empty high-top tables that sat two.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” Y/n chirped once she spotted Harry. “What? Am I not allowed to come down to the pub for a few drinks and snacks on a Saturday evening?” Harry mused with a small smile tugging his lips. “Maybe I want to watch the football game or something.”
“You don’t seem like a sports kind of guy,” she chuckled. “You got me,” he smiled.
Harry requested water and an appetizer, hoping the food could help the knot in his stomach dwindle down.
Y/n took notice of Harry's attire - he wasn’t in an expensive-looking suit like he was the day prior, he was sporting simple cotton shorts and a tee with a button-down over it. Her jaw dropped when she noticed the Gucci tag on the shorts.
How much money does this man have? He couldn’t have been much older than her - but yet he probably didn’t have any setbacks like her and was able to get in and out of school fast.
Continuing her work of taking orders and serving the customers, she kept a close eye on Harry. She watched as he would check the sparkling gold watch on his left wrist or pull out the newest iPhone model to quickly type back to someone.
The whole entire time Harry was there he just drank water and ate his food, only getting up to use the restroom.
Nearing the end of her shift, Harry waved Y/n over and requested his bill. She started to place the receipt down, but Harry just handed her his sleek black American Express credit card.
“Just put it on this love,” Y/n nodded and went to take care of his bill. She was used to the nickname ‘love’ considering they were in the heart of London where the British men loved to toss that word around.
Y/n handed him the final receipt and started cleaning up her other tables so she could head home. She made a pit stop at Harry's table to grab his receipt and dishes knowing that was her last table. She noticed the abnormal tip he left and questioned it, “I think you missed a decimal place, Harry.”
Harry just shook his head and continued gathering his things, “I don’t think I did.” “Then why are you giving me such a hefty tip?” She questioned, clear confusion written on her face.
“Am I not allowed to be generous?” Harry spoke, a certain edge to his voice. Y/n shook her head, “I appreciate your generosity, but I’m not some charity case.” “Never said you were. Figured you could use the extra money.”
With that, he left and headed to her apartment to allow himself time to cool down as he waited for her with the bouquet of flowers that were slowly wilting. The flowers were in desperate need of some water from sitting in Harry’s car all day.
Y/n clocked out, grabbed her stuff, and made her way to her apartment. As she walked she searched for the name ‘Harry’ to see if she could find anything about this man. But what she found blew her mind. The Harry that’s talking to her is the fucking multi billionaire who is a fucking CEO of his own company.
He was the owner of Styles & Co. Most people feared this man, he was known as ruthless and cold-hearted. Why was he giving her the time of day?
Walking up the stairs to her level she was met with Harry standing outside her door with flowers. “What are you doing here Mr. Styles?” Her voice was firm meaning she meant business. “You know you aren’t my charity case-” Y/n cut him off immediately, “So what I’m just somebody you think needs money?”
This made Harry scoff, “You figured out who I am finally,” he chuckled.
“You know most women I met always just want me for my money - not you. I think you’re beautiful, kind, funny, smart, you name it. If I’m being honest you interest me.” Harry spoke, nothing but the truth coming out of his mouth.
“I figured since you work two jobs that means you're probably in some financial trouble and just thought I could help.” Y/n sat there, not really sure what she was feeling at this point. She’s never experienced somebody actually caring for her like Harry is confessing to.
“I noticed you had a sunflower phone case and sunflower hair clip yesterday. Kind of figured you liked sunflowers,” Harry handed the flowers which she took thankfully. “I never believed I would ever be able to find someone who actually cared about me instead of my money nor have I had somebody actually decline my money,” he chuckled with no emotion behind it. “But I guess I was wrong.” Turning on his heels he started to walk away.
Y/n hurriedly grabbed him by the arm, “I’m sorry I was a bitch. I really didn’t know you had the money until I kind of searched you up cause I see your last name everywhere,” she lightly chuckled. “Just so you know, I’m not some gold digger nor do I want to ever become one, but I do appreciate the tip. I actually could use it.”
Harry listened with a smug smile on his face. “Would you want to go on a date with me?” Harry blurted out not being able to contain it any longer.
Y/n chuckled, “I assume that’s why you brought the flowers?” “Maybe or maybe it was because of your hair clip and phone case.” Harry shrugged nonchalantly.
Y/n’s face heated up realizing this man wasn’t playing around, “Nobody has ever paid that much attention to me.” Finally making eye contact and a smile formed on her lips, “To answer your question I would love to go on a date with you.”
Harry did a silly little celebratory dance that made Y/n giggle, “You want to come inside and have a glass of wine with me?” Harry nodded, “That would be lovely.”
Harry knew from the minute he laid eyes on her to the minute he beat the crap out of the guy trying to assault Y/n, he knew she was the one. She didn’t like Harry for his money - she truly liked him for who he is.
Harry was never one to believe in fate. But deep down, he knew Y/n was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. From her corny jokes to her stubbornness - she was the one he wanted and needed.
Harry believes in fate now because if he wasn’t late for work, he wouldn’t have saved her from getting run over. If his business partners hadn’t suggested they went to that pub, he wouldn’t have had the chance to tell her sorry. If he didn’t stick around, he wouldn’t have kicked the dude’s ass and walked her home.
Now he was sharing a glass of wine with Y/n in her kitchen watching as she fumbled with the pots and pans trying to not burn her apartment down. She’s cursing like a sailor but it doesn’t matter to Harry because she’s real. Not some stuck-up bitch who wants his money.
Y/n was Harry’s saving grace - whether they both knew it or not. He finally found somebody who he found attractive and caring - and Y/n found somebody who gave her the time of day. She was the love of his life - and he was the love of her life.
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tinydestinybear · 2 years
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💐 sweet dadrry interaction with his wife and bubs at Coachella possibly? If you haven’t gotten a similar requests of course! 💐
thank you so much for sending this in, i hope you enjoy reading 🤍
w/c: 1.3k
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Harry never thought he’d feel this happy ever but now that he sees you and your little bub enjoy in the crowd, it’s something he knows he’s never getting over anytime soon. The sight of you two swaying to the music, giggling and your bub’s little hand movements has him constantly peering over at your direction. 
He has a giddy smile on his face when he sees your bub laugh happily, pointing towards him on the screen for you. It had been such a nerve wrecking day for him but throughout the day you had both made it very much calming for him.
Harry had gone to sleep a little late as he went over some of his vocal practices in the living area of your suite to help soothe his voice and sound better but it was really just the constant stress of performing well that kept him awake.
He was just going over the important key parts in Late Night Talking when your little one came out crawling, supposedly in search for their dada. Maybe it’s just the newly dad fever of seeing their kid but whenever he sees the little one, he feels all of his stress and worries disappear. 
“Hi, what are we upto hm?” He said as he stood up to take them in his arms.
He feels a relived sigh leave when they cuddle their head close to his neck, “Slewp please?”
“Ah yes. Then you got up to get me back?” He has a small talk with his kid where he pretends to understand everything they’re saying as he walks them back to their bedroom.
He gets them under the cover in the middle before he joins you two and wraps the blanket over again. As he watches you both fall asleep, he recalls how excited you were when he had disclosed this information to you. You had prepared a celebration cake for him yourself and it was such a small yet beautiful, sweet gesture from your end - definitely thanked you enough for always supporting him.
He also recalls how you two have been a part of his outfit trials, practices (and how you got upset and later teased him about how he wasn’t letting you know who his surprise guest was) and how you’ve seen him be so particular about doing well at this stage. He remembers the little gasp the bub let out at seeing the huge gucci coats and how tiny they looked when you both made him try it out for fun.
Behind this stage, he holds so many such memories that he finds himself grateful to be able to perform the two days.
This evening when you had surprised Harry with a few balloons saying ‘Good luck!’ and one which said ‘Harry at Coachella’ at his dressing tent, he couldn’t even stop thinking of how lucky he was to have someone as supportive as you. He’d watch the bub play with the balloons on his lap and then jump around with them while he got ready for the stage.
A few minutes before the beginning, he’s trying to calm himself down when you both run down to him for one last wish. The bub’s quick to take their turn before muttering proudly, “Good luck Dada!” and leaves a kiss on Harry’s cheek after telling him to bend down slightly. They are randomly playing with the little pattern on their dad’s outfit when you speak, “I know this is very nervous for you but please remember that you’ve given your best Harry and I’ve seen you do it before, you’ll do amazing this time too.”
You’re never used to seeing Harry nervous and you know it’s an emotion everyone experiences before they give their best but it’s safe to say you hope to make it better in any way you can.
Harry’s hugging you before you know it with a strong yet soft hold on you - a tradition between the two of you; your soft taps on his back that let him know that he’s got this and that you’ll be watching him by the side. “Thank you m’love, it’s all for you two.”
He holds your hand, your fingers gently caressing his palm as you three walk down to the platform together. You and the bub are waving to him as he walks to his position.
There’s an overwhelmingly proud feeling growing in your heart at how much Harry has come along and to see him create a world of his own in these past minutes as the crowd joins along makes you a little teary-eyed. It gets even more heart warming when you spot a few fans in the front with a poster celebrating Harry’s stage at Coachella.
Back to present when you’ve joined a few of his friends in the crowd, he spots the little one slightly sway on your shoulders to the beats of golden starting and he just can’t control himself from saying, “Hi little one and mama! This one’s for you two.” And the little wiggle your little one does with their hands, the largest grin on their face is definitely displayed on the screen.
You enjoy the rest of his show even the songs which are coming up in his new album. But what you don’t expect is to see Harry’s own inspiration and one of your favourite artists from childhood to appear, Shania Twain. You’re cheering out loud as you watch Harry and Shania sing along to Man, I Feel Like A Woman, their shiny coordinated outfit and how they both bring so much energy to the stage. When Harry’s performance comes to an end, he’s blowing off kisses to the crowd and waving at them before he rushes backstage to meet you.
It’s as if all he sees is you while the little one’s now asleep in their travelling cot. He’s thanking everyone for their hardwork before you walk towards each other and you lean up to leave a kiss on his lips as you gently ruffle his hair with your hand, “You did so so well H, I’m proud of you.”
He’s holding you close by the waist for the rest of the time, wanting to feel your presence around – a little tired from the stage but nonetheless very welcoming to everyone. A few minutes later, Shania enters after an outfit change and Harry’s turning towards her so that his wife and Shania can finally meet. He watches as you welcome Shania with a hug, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you. You both absolutely killed the stage!”
“Trust me, that’s all because of Harry and his band. They made it very comfortable for me to join in.”
It absolutely feels surreal to you to meet her in person so you use the time to chat with her about everything you’ve ever thought of her works while Harry watches you two get comfortable with a smile on his face as he excuses himself and converses with the others. It doesn’t even feel very foreign to speak to her nor do you realise it’s been a good thirty minutes of you talking with her but the night had to end so you decide to take a picture of everyone together as a memory of this beautiful day.
The inner fan within you absolutely screams when Shania gets a small gift for your little one and one for you and Harry as well.
“He’s absolutely smitten by you. I hope you two rather three now always stay happy,” She says teasingly as you thank her for the gift.
You end the day 1′s excitement and rush by taking a picture of you three together, close and bundled up later in the hotel room. It all returns back to the previous night when Harry felt so comforted just by your presence.
He looks up at you with slightly teary eyes yet a wide smile on his face, “Thank you for your support m’love, can’t thank you enough ever.”
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justice4canyonmoon · 11 months
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something about y/n losing her virginity to harry? please
I hope you enjoy almost 3k words of the softest filth I've ever written 😉 Also, I pictured this as LHH (my beloved) so that's why he's described as having long hair!
warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! vaginal fingering, nipple play (briefly), p in v sex, loss of virginity, innocent reader, soft dom! harry
WC: 2.8 k
Your parents always told you to wait until marriage. Said it wasn’t “ladylike” to give yourself to someone before you were truly dedicated to one another for life. And for a long time you believed them. But now, you were about to graduate college, and you still hadn’t had sex. Your friends all had: Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Harry, Niall, and all of the other people you hung out with found someone to suit them (with Mitch and Sarah it was each other, which you all totally called your freshman year). But you still hadn’t. And you had to say, you didn’t really believe your parents anymore. You wanted to see what the fuss was about. And you wanted it with Harry.
You had always had a bit of a crush on him: the long curls, bright green eyes, full lips, and dimple had drawn you in when you first met in your math class, but his sweet smile, gentle laugh, and kindness made you fall head over heels. Every time he got a new partner, your heart broke a little more, and every time he broke up with them, it healed again. You went through this vicious cycle all throughout your schooling, but tonight, you thought maybe you could break out of it. Harry had been single throughout your whole senior year, and your friends were hanging out at his place tonight. Maybe you could get him alone…
“Alright, I think you’ve had a few too many, Mitch. I’ll get him home.”
Sarah held her boyfriend up, still giggling at how he could barely get up from the chair. Adam had already gone home, since he had an 8-page final essay due for his writing class, and Niall hadn’t been able to come since he was studying for his music theory final. As soon as Harry finished helping Sarah get Mitch out to her car, he came back to find you still on his couch, taking a small sip from the bottle of hard cider you had been drinking. You purposefully didn’t drink enough to get you drunk, wanting to remember this. Sure, this could go horribly wrong and Harry could reject you and not want to be your friend again. But maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way as you. And you would get what you wanted.
“Will you need a ride home? Or are you okay to drive?” he asked.
You smiled, “I’ve only drank one bottle of cider. I’ll be fine, H.”
He smiled back, sitting beside you once more, “Can’t believe it’s almost over. I’ll miss you all when we go.”
“Me too,” you replied, “but I think I’ll miss you the most.”
Harry quirked up a brow, his smile becoming more of a smirk, “Oh, really? And why would that be?”
You sighed, pushing down your nerves and steeling yourself for a potential rejection.
“Because I want you, H. As more than just my friend.”
You paused, waiting for his answer. You locked eyes, trying to read his expression, but it was unusually blank. There was silence. A bit too much. Then his response.
“I wish you had told me that earlier. Before we were about to move home.”
You took one of his large hands in yours, interlacing your fingers.
“I’ve liked you for so long, Harry. But it seemed like every time I worked up the nerve to say something, you’d be with someone else. I didn’t want that to happen again, so I just didn’t say anything,” you explained.
His eyes softened, holding a twinge of guilt, “Only dated other people because I didn’t think I could be yours. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”
He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
“I felt the same way. Except I just stayed single because I’m a loser,” you joked.
A frown stretched across his lips, “No, you’re not. Don’t say things like that.”
“Well no one’s ever fucked me, so I think that might be true.”
And there it was. The invitation you wanted to send. You could only hope that he would accept. 
Harry looked you in the eyes, his expression unusually serious compared to the bright eyed, joyful man you’d come to know.
“I don’t ever want you to think that about yourself. You’re such a lovely person, could never be a loser,” you smiled bashfully at that, but he continued, “and, well, if you’d like to change that…”
He trailed off, knowing you would know what he meant.
“I do, Harry,” you pulled him closer to you, your knees touching because of your close proximity, “I want that with you. I just wouldn’t really know where to start.”
He let go of your hand in favor of cupping your jaw, brushing his thumb against your soft skin, “Would you like me to teach you?”
You nodded, feeling a bit too shy to speak now. Harry smiled reassuringly, gently resting his other hand on your thigh.
“Let me know what you feel comfortable with, okay?”
“Okay,” you managed to get out.
That was all he needed before his lips were on yours. 
They were just as soft as you imagined: plush, pink, and experienced as they moved against your own. You had kissed someone before, so this was at least familiar territory. But soon, he pulled you into his lap, his long curls tickling your skin as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but gasp softly in surprise as his hands moved from cupping your cheek to wrapping around your waist. You felt almost dizzy, and it was just a kiss.
Harry pulled away then, looking deep into your eyes, “Still okay?”
You nodded, but he shook his head, “Need you to tell me. I want to make sure I have your full permission for everything we do.”
Your heart swelled. You doubted you’d find any other man who would treat you like this.
“I’m okay, Harry. Still a little nervous.”
He smiled, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you. May I take this off?”
You hadn’t even noticed he was tugging on your shirt, but his question brought it to your attention.
Remembering his request, you said, “Yes, H.”
You lifted your arms above your head as he undressed you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit shy at your exposed position, moving your arms to cover yourself.
“Fucking beautiful,” Harry cooed, gently unwrapping your arms from your torso, “don’t need to hide from me, baby, you’re so damned pretty.”
Heat rose to your cheeks again as you mumbled a bashful “thank you.”
“Here, I’ll take mine off too.”
You gawked as Harry stripped his shirt off, revealing his toned and tattooed torso. 
“Glad you’re enjoying the show,” he quipped as he stood from the couch, “but I’m not doing any more until we get to the bedroom. Not taking your virginity on my couch.”
You broke eye contact, slightly embarrassed as you stood up as well, “I didn’t mean to stare, H.”
He gently gripped your hips and leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, “I want you to look, darling.”
As quickly as he stepped into your space, he left it, walking the short distance to his bedroom and gesturing for you to follow. You did, still flustered as you walked past him into the familiar space. Harry closed the door behind you, despite the two of you being alone, and sat on the bed, patting his lap.
“Come here, baby.”
You quickly obeyed, sitting on his lap.
He cupped your face in his hands again, “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. It’s okay if we don’t go the whole way today, just want you to feel safe.”
“I’ll tell you, I promise. But I don’t think anything you’ll do will make me feel uncomfortable,” you answered honestly, making him smile.
He leaned in and kissed you again, reintroducing the familiar motions. You went along happily, already addicted to his kisses. But soon, he was gently laying you back until your back was against the mattress. Harry’s hands traveled down your body, stopping at your bra.
“May I?”
“Of course, H.”
He unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the ground carelessly as he took in your fully topless torso. His large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing against your nipples. You jumped from his touch, making him chuckle.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he remarked before replacing his thumbs with his lips, licking and sucking at your pert nipples.
You gasped, grabbing at his luscious curls, “Oh, Harry.” 
You felt him smile against you as he continued his ministrations. You barely noticed his hands traveling down until they tugged at the zipper of your jeans. He looked up at you, silently asking permission.
You nodded, lifting your hips, “Please, H, take them off.”
Harry obliged, undoing the zipper and button of your jeans and tugging them down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He lifted his head and drank you in, tugging down the cotton fabric until you were bare before him. Just like before, you felt a bit shy from the attention, but Harry wasn’t letting you cover up.
“Shit, baby, you’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”
You had lost count of the amount of times you blushed, “Y-you thought about this?”
“So many times,” he confessed, “wanted to be the first one who made you feel good.”
“I’ve wanted that too. For so long. But you can’t do that if you still have your pants on,” you teased.
He chuckled, “I suppose you’re right. Want to help me?”
You nodded eagerly, tugging the zipper down on his ridiculously tight jeans and helping to shove them down his thick thighs. Now all that was separating you was his boxers. There was a sizeable tent in the fabric, and Harry laughed softly again when he caught you staring.
“Want me to take those off, too?”
You nodded, not bothering with words since he knew how needy you were. He guided your hand to the waistband of his underwear, encouraging you to drag them down. And you did so happily.
Holy shit, he was big.
Of course, this was the first time you had seen a cock, so you supposed you didn’t have much to go off of. But it looked big. 
Harry could see the nerves return to your expression, “Don’t worry, lovely. It won’t hurt. I’ll open you up a bit first. Lay back down.”
You listened, laying your head back on the plush pillows as Harry leaned forward, hovering above you. His hands gently ran along your thighs. You knew he was doing it to make sure that you were comfortable, but quite honestly, you were beginning to get a little impatient.
“Want it, H. Need your fingers.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Not so shy anymore, hm? Am I making you wait too long?”
He didn’t give you a chance to answer his question, running his fingers through your folds to collect your wetness on his fingers. The response you would’ve had came out as a choked moan as you watched him slip his fingers into his mouth.
“Taste so fucking good,” Harry groaned, “definitely eating this perfect pussy next time.”
Heat rose to your cheeks once more at the implication that there would be a next time. But you didn’t have much of a chance to think about it as he used those fingers to spread your pussy open.
“So pretty,” he murmured almost to himself, dragging his fingers through your wet folds.
“Please, Harry,” you whined, tired of being teased.
He smiled at you, “Don’t worry, baby. Said I’d take care of you.”
And his first finger entered you, stretching your entrance in a way it hadn’t been before. Sure, you’d used your own fingers and a toy or two. But it was so different in the best way when someone else did it. 
“Shit,” you gasped as he stretched you open, smirking at how tight you were against just one of his fingers.
“Relax for me, baby. Gonna need at least one more finger, if not two to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”
You willed yourself to relax, allowing yourself to sink into the pillows as he pressed inside of you. He pulled out completely before re-entering with two fingers, making you moan out in pleasure.
“Oh fuck! Harry!”
“That’s it, beautiful. Look so good taking my fingers like this,” he praised, curling his fingers inside of you, “bet you’ll look even prettier with my cock.”
“Want it, Harry, please,” you begged.
“Not yet, pretty. Need to make sure you’re nice and stretched open for me.”
He took his sweet time, teasing you with the slow drag of his fingers. The sounds coming from your pussy were obscene, wetness squelching around his fingers as he fucked you. You could feel the coil in your belly and your pussy clenched around him.
“Gonna cum for me, baby? Can feel you squeezing me.”
You nodded, already too far gone to speak. Harry smirked, then leaned in to suck your clit. 
You saw stars, vision becoming slightly fuzzy as you experienced the best orgasm of your life. He fucked you through it, fingers not stopping as you soaked them.
“That’s it, pretty. So good for me,” he praised.
When you came down from your high, Harry smirked at you, “Think you're ready for this cock, baby?”
“Please, Harry! Need to feel you in me, please,” you begged, not particularly caring if you sounded desperate. 
He rolled a condom over his cock and lined himself up with your entrance.
Harry’s expression turned serious again, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts at all.”
You nodded, “I will, H, promise.”
Satisfied with your answer, he leaned in and kissed you softly as his tip breached your entrance. You gasped softly: if you thought his fingers stretched you out, it was nothing compared to the girth of his cock. Harry murmured soft encouragements into your skin as he slowly entered you, filling your pussy for the first time. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, the only sounds escaping your lips were broken whimpers. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you, making you the fullest you had ever been in your life.
“Harry,” you whined.
He smiled at you, lovingly brushing your hair from your face, “Feel okay, baby?”
You nodded, “So full. Move, please?”
Of course, he couldn’t say no if you asked so politely. So slowly, he rolled his hips, testing the waters. The sweet moan that spilled from your mouth was enough confirmation that you were ready. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a slow yet still somehow relentless pace as he fucked you. Choked gasps and whines fell from your lips with abandon as Harry pounded you. It was absolute bliss. He looked like an angel, long hair framing his perfect face as his brow was furrowed in concentration, determined to make you feel good.
“So good, Harry,” you managed to gasp out to assuage his worries.
He smiled then, lips brushing your temple as he continued his slow, yet powerful thrusts, “Yeah? You like it?”
“Love it,” you moaned as he brushed a spot inside of you, “Right there, H.”
“Here?” he asked cheekily as he hit that spot again, turning you into a pile of mush.
Harry sped up a bit, sensing that you could take more. You moaned desperately as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust. His cock filled you deliciously, and quite honestly, you didn’t know how you went without it until now. 
“Fuck, feel like I’m gonna cum soon, your pussy is just too perfect. Are you close, pretty?”
You nodded, feeling the coil in your belly once more, “So close, Harry! Please!”
“Need you to cum so I can. C’mon baby, give it to me,” he commanded. 
One of his thumbs moved between your bodies, skillfully rubbing your clit. You writhed around his as your orgasm slammed into you, completely taking your breath away. Somehow, it was even better than the first one, your vision blurring even more as you clenched around him. You vaguely heard yourself whimpering his name brokenly as he spilled into the condom, groaning as he found his release. You were brought back to reality from the feeling of his lips brushing against yours, and you responded to his kiss as best you could.
He smiled, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, “Was that good for you, baby?”
“Absolutely perfect, Harry. Thank you,” you answered shyly, running your fingers through his curls.
You may not be going to college together anymore in a few weeks, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. Not when he treated you better than any other man possibly could.
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Can you write a blurb where y/n is pregnant and she and harry are at a family party or something and everyone keeps touching her bump and she’s very uncomfortable, and harry comforts her? Xx
as usual, i hated the ending for this but i hope you guys like it 🥲 let me know your thoughts and thanks for the request <33
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The world was going crazy over Harry Styles becoming a dad.
And the fact that the picture he posted on his Instagram to announce it gathered over 30m likes, making it the 10th most liked picture on the platform’s history proved it.
However, his millions of fans all over the world weren’t the only ones feeling absolutely ecstatic over his wife being pregnant with his first child, his family was also losing their minds over the news.
The Styles family loved YN to pieces, and not only Harry’s nuclear family consisting of his mom and sister, his extended family including aunts, uncles, cousins and even family friends had grown to love the girl over the years. So when Anne called up to invite them over for one of her famous get togethers, they were over the moon because they knew the couple would be there and they would catch a glimpse of a pregnant YN for the first time.
“You ready, love?” Harry said as he entered their shared bathroom where his wife was applying the finishing touches to her makeup.
“I am, just need to spray on some perfume and I’m good to go.” She said as she turned around to face her husband, and when Harry got a proper look at her his breath almost hitched in his throat.
She looked absolutely breathtaking with her navy blue sundress and the brand new bump that adorned her body.
Harry swore that he had never seen someone more beautiful.
“Look at you, darling.” Harry simply said, putting a hand on his chin, looking at her almost in disbelief.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” YN joked for a moment, battling her eyelashes at him.
“No, you’re just the most gorgeous woman on this earth.”
“And you’re a total sap, let’s go, I don’t want us to be late.”
The car ride to Anne’s house was nice, their favorite soft tunes and small talk filled the air until they got there, and before getting off the car, Harry took a moment to reassurance his wife about the evening.
“If you feel uncomfortable or want to rest let me know immediately, okay? I don’t want you or baby to be overwhelmed.”
She pecked his lips softly before speaking, “We’ll be good, don’t worry.”
They got off the car and we’re instantly met with Anne waiting for them by the door, a fond smile on her face at the sight of two of her favorite people.
“I’m so happy you made it,” she said as he hugged Harry first, “Darling! You’re absolutely glowing!” she hugged her daughter-in-law, gently caressing her bump.
“Thank you, Anne. It’s so good to see you.”
The three of them headed to the backyard where the rest of the guests were mingling, and once YN stepped foot all eyes were on her, complimenting how beautiful her bump looked.
“YN darling! Long time no see!” one of Harry’s aunts approached her, hugging her before placing a hand on her bump.
At this, she immediately tensed, not used to anyone aside from Harry touching her bump.
Harry noticed it and he placed a hand on her back protectively before speaking, “We’re going to sit down for a bit, the missus is a bit tired from the drive here.”
Once they were seated next to Gemma and her boyfriend Michal, YN squeezed Harry’s leg gently and gave him a soft smile, as a way to thank him for his previous action.
The evening went on smoothly, they ate Anne’s delicious food and engaged with family they haven’t seen in a while.
However, every time someone came close to YN, trying to touch her bump or just invade her personal space, she grew more and more uncomfortable.
“Your bump is getting so big!”
“Is the baby kicking yet?”
“I miss having a baby bump.”
Were some of the comments YN had heard all day long, and by the time another of Harry’s aunts tried to approach her, she had enough and quickly exited the backyard before she could reach her.
“Love? Are you okay? Saw you running away back there.”
Harry’s voice made its way to her ears, she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back facing him.
“I’m okay, just needed a breather.” She said, her eyes closed and still not facing him.
“Hey,” Harry slowly approached her, standing next to her but not touching her, “Can you look at me please?”
YN slowly turned around, and once Harry saw her watery eyes with tears threatening to come out, he pulled her to his chest.
“What’s going on, love? What made you upset?”
YN took a few breaths before speaking, “I just, I’m not used to anyone but you touching my bump and being close to me, and your aunts have been all over me all evening and I guess I got overwhelmed,” she sniffed before continuing, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be rude to your family but these hormones are acting up.”
“It’s okay love, nothing to apologize for,” he pecked her forehead softly, “Do you want to get out of here, we can leave now.”
“No, we don’t have to leave,” YN interrupted him, “Can you just, stay next to me when we go out there? I feel safer when you’re close.”
Harry almost melted at her words, and she grabbed her chin and kissed her lips softly.
“Of course, my love. I’ll always make sure you and baby feel safe and comfortable.”
And with a final shared kiss, they headed out again, Harry staying by YN’s side the entire time, making sure she and his baby were always safe.
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