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eviesaurusrex · 8 months
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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ | ʜ. ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ
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Harry Styles x Wife!Reader
summary: Harry’s final show is over, and now the aftermath is hitting.
word count: 1.7k
warnings: crying, mentions of pregnancy (I couldn’t help it, sorry 👉🏻👈🏻), and dad-to-be!Harry, fluff, soft!reader, soft!Harry, more crying, just fluffness, not entirely proofread
author’s note: I only could watch parts of the livestream and saw videos on Twitter, and because I was so emotional over this, I had to write something. This is my first time writing in a while, so please bear with me, thaaaaanks
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YN would have to lie if she told anybody her eyes were entirely dry over the course of his final show. No one would believe her anyway because the internet was full of evidence that she certainly had been crying—she had been a never-ending waterfall from the minute the intro had started, and Harry arrived on stage.
Maybe her hormones were already more chaotic and over the top than she had anticipated.
But seeing him falling to his knees, overwhelmed by all the emotions crashing down on him, seeing his loyal fans in numbers of thousands gathered to celebrate him and his last night on tour, also took her in. A moment after, she had found herself in the embraces of Anne and Gemma, all three women watching the man they loved so deeply and dearly doing what he loved the most while the venue cheered for him. It was an otherworldly moment, YN was sure of it. Her heart ached in astonishing proudness, in overwhelming love and devotion, but also in sympathy because the woman already knew how hard this was for Harry. He just loved his work just as much as he loved her. But she would be ready to catch him from falling and build him up again if he needed it.
Apparently, Harry’s goal tonight was to make this even more emotional than it already was, to ingrain it in her memory for all the years ahead of them, as he stood again and slowly, still in awe, walked back to the microphone stand, the Love Band in his back. YN only could wipe away the last fallen tears, her head resting against Anne’s shoulder, feeling Gemma’s head resting on hers, before Harry’s next words let new salty oceans well up in her already red eyes.
“This-this tour was the biggest adventure so far in my life, and-and I will be forever grateful for the experiences I was fortunate enough to have, thanks to all of you. I will never forget that. Never. But now—“ His still watery eyes searched through the crowds until he seemingly found her, a knowing smile stretching over his lips. “Now, I’ll aboard the grandest adventure of a lifetime, feeling prepared enough not to make a fool out of myself, for not letting this gorgeous, gorgeous woman—“ He pointed in her direction, and the fans screamed as some of them seemed to realize what he was telling them. “—down and disappoint her. You helped me to grow over the past two years, and becoming a dad isn’t so frightening anymore.” Now, everyone caught up to it, the venue boomed and buzzed with excitement, and YN couldn’t hold back the pent-up tears and the smile appearing on her face.
This really was a final show to behold.
“Thank you to all of you. I might be gone for a while, but I’ll come back with something magical. I promise. Stay true, stay wild, stay kind. Remember everything will be alright.”
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It took almost two hours until YN saw Harry rounding the corner and walking toward her in their hotel room. She had already gotten ready for the night, had ordered dinner for them, and got the place as cozy as possible. They wouldn’t stay long here before finally heading to Harry’s Italian sanctuary, reveling in the endless amounts of free and uninterrupted time together, distressing from this incredible tour, and preparing everything for the new addition to their small family.
“Hey,” she whispered as Harry wordlessly sank to his knees in front of the bed, kneeling between her legs and resting his head against her chest. YN could hear him humming in contentment as her fingers started to card through his still-damp hair, not caring for the sweat clinging to him. “You were incredible. I am so, so proud.” She continued to whisper praise after praise, interrupted only by soft kisses to the top of Harry’s head until she felt his shoulders shake under her loving hands and the quiet sobs pressed out against her top. “Oh, baby…” Tightly, they held onto one another, feeling each other as closely as possible while he drenched her shirt in much-needed tears and never let go of her.
YN didn’t care a millisecond for her clothes and let him cry until the only sounds inside the hotel room were his heavy, shaky breaths and her soothing voice, whispering sweet nothings into his soft curls, against his forehead, his temple. She felt his strong hands on her back, his long fingers burying into the soft fabric of her shirt, which had been once his a long time ago. Not able to stop, YN continued to press kisses to every spot she could reach and gently guided him through the emotional turmoil of the aftermath as best as she could.
After some time, Harry inhaled deeply before a long, deep sigh released it again, his body now unmoving resting against hers, slowly relaxing in her embrace. In one moment, he was like warmed clay under her hands, molding perfectly against her, and in the next, his hands had wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her wordlessly into the adjacent bathroom, gently placing her on the bench next to the shower. YN knew he needed her close, even though he stepped under the warm water stream alone at first. Without so much as a second thought, she discarded the clothes, ignored the fact that she had already showered earlier, and stepped right behind him into the glass cabin.
Hands softly, lovingly, glided over his hips before arms wrapped themselves around it, a face pressed against his back, fingers slowly tracing every single dark inked line on warm skin. Featherlike kisses flew over his back, and she could hear him sigh again, still not saying a word, still contemplating the last hours. Another heavy, shaky inhale was the sign of the next set of tears, and now, he turned in her arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck, pulling her as closely as possible to hold onto something in the sea of overwhelming emotions.
“It’s okay, love. Let it out. I’m here,” YN could only mumble against his shoulder, feeling somewhat helpless and on the verge of crying herself while the hormones started to run havoc inside her once again. But she never had liked seeing him upset or even crying, to begin with, too empathetic not to be fazed by it. Most times, she had cried alongside him until they laughed under tears which had always changed the mood to something brighter. But now, YN felt it wasn’t her place to cry along, so she bottled it up, forcing the traitorous tears down and let her hand find his cheek to gently caress it with the pad of her thumb.
Harry mumbled something inaudible against her neck, grabbing her tighter than before. “Hm? What was that?” YN asked quietly, her words almost drowned by the still-running shower. “Don’t think I’m mourning this tour more than I want to spend time with you,” he repeated himself and pulled his head back to let their foreheads meet again. “My career isn’t more important than you. Or the family we’re starting.” Blinking stunned, YN softly furrowed her brows, slowly shaking her head. “I’d never think that,” she finally whispered, not sure where this came from all of a sudden. Her thumbs wiped away the remaining tears. “There wasn’t a single moment in the past eight years where I felt like a second choice. I never thought you prioritized your career over me. So… Never think that. Okay? We know we’re loved without measure, beyond compare, H.”
At that, Harry started to smile, eyes still watery, and placed one of his hands over the place where his second true love was safely growing. “Thank you, sunflower.” It was only a whisper, voice filled with wonder, as he looked down at the woman who had decided he was worthy enough for her love all those years ago and who had grown alongside him. And now she gifted him the most precious thing he could ever ask for: fatherhood with the woman he loved more than anything else at his side.
YN smiled up at him and let Harry kiss her softly. “Nothing to thank me for, love. It’s my job. I’ll always be here to catch you, just as I have always done.“ Mumbling against his lips, she couldn’t let go of him, but soon, she was wrapped in a fluffy towel, and Harry lovingly dried her hair, always watching her through the mirror above the sink with a loving expression. She watched him just as closely, seeing that one familiar spark of inspiration lighting up in his mesmerizing eyes, but he contained himself. YN couldn’t have any of that. “You can go and do your magic, y’know? Dinner should be here soon, and the little bean and I can entertain ourselves.” But she should’ve known better and allowed Harry to pull her back against his chest. “The music can wait. I need this. Need you. Time with you. Wanna talk about anything and everything. Want to talk to the little bean. I want to have dinner with my wife on the balcony. I want to sleep in with her tomorrow before we head out to the villa.”
Sometimes, YN couldn’t comprehend her luck, couldn’t comprehend how it was possible for someone to love another human so deeply. It was like a miracle.
Grinning, she let both brows wander up in question. “Have you ever thought about telling your fans that the Harry Styles is not only becoming a dad but is also a married man?” A chuckle escaped them at that, and she still wondered how they had been so successful in keeping secrets from the world. “Maybe after coming back,” he continued to chuckle as he bent down and kissed her right shoulder, his thumbs now sweeping over her skin like soft feathers.
The moment of contentedly looking at one another through the slightly fogged-up mirror was over as the sound of knuckles against the wooden hotel room door echoed through their rooms. Harry bent down once again, his index finger resting under her chin and turning her face to capture her lips in another kiss. He just couldn’t get enough of her. “I’ll set up dinner, and you’ll get cozy again, sunflower.”
And with that, he ventured out of the bathroom, leaving a smiling YN behind.
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readers101 · 1 year
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Harry Styles and Y/N L/N expecting a baby
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Y/N L/N (34) is going to be a mother again!. It appears the actress is expecting a child with fiance Harry Styles (29). "We’re already so in love with him and he’s not even here yet" she captioned the post on Instagram.
The Oscar winning actress revealed this Friday she was pregnant again by posting a picture on instagram. In the picture, Y/N is standing on a green meadow. Lifting up the white shirt, a growing belly peeks out. According to People, it was Harry who took the picture of his fiancé.
Among those congratulating in the comments section are some of Harry’s and Y/N’s peers. And it appears the couple aren’t revealing exactly when their baby is due or how far along Y/N is.
It’s unclear when and how the couple met, the bottom line is that Harry and Y/N have known each other through mutual friends since 2018 but got together sometime in January of 2021.
The pair made their first red carpet debut together on September 2022 at the 79th Venice international film festival And they looked, to say the least, in love
This is Harry’s first child together with the actress, who he proposed to secretly last November, after dating for nearly two years.
This isn’t Y/N’s first child however, as she already has two sons, D’Angelo (10) and Xavier (7) from a previous relationship with a non-famous man.
The couple have kept any plans for the wedding date a secret but according to some of our sources they will tie the knot sometime in late 2023.
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sparkrls · 1 month
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girl uncle
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MASTERLIST
Summary: in which Harry becomes an uncle and has a bad case of baby fever
Author’s Note: congratulations to Gemma, i’m so happy for her and the entire Styles family. if this sucks, it's because babies scare me and i tried to write a fic about baby fever... not my smartest move
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“Baby? You okay?” Y/N murmured, brushing the hair out of Harry’s face. His lower lip trembling as he stared at the rose-flushed baby.
Harry shook his head, the first tear trailing down his cheek. Y/N could never stand to see him weep. It made something inside of her shatter as he lost his composure.
Y/N wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close. He leaned his head against her shoulder, tears trailing down his face and onto her shirt. His eyes never left the baby.
Gemma laid fast asleep in the bed behind them. In a little while, the nurse would come in to check in on the baby and Gemma. But for now, Harry and Y/N were left with a sleeping Gemma and a baby to gaze at.
Harry had been stressed out of his mind when Michal called to tell them Gemma’s water had broken and they were headed to the hospital. He had fussed over every detail, and Y/N had been the one to grab the car keys and usher him out of the house. She knew he wasn’t in any mental state to be driving.
The time in the waiting room had been spent by Y/N helping Michal with all the paperwork and Harry pacing in circles. She’d gotten him a tea and ordered him to sit down. As he sipped on his tea, his face still in an anxious frown, she’d pressed a notebook and pen in his hands. Y/N had cupped his face in her hands and instructed, “Everything on your mind, write it down. All the anxious overthinking- lay it down on the page.”
Harry had done so, filling a worrying amount of pages with all that was on his mind. She had skimmed it and found he kept repeating certain thoughts, a clear sign he was just in a spiral of overthinking.
Y/N sat down next to him and simply hugged him until the tension in his muscles dissipated and he relaxed- not completely, but enough to soothe her worries.
When they’d finally been let into the room to see an exhausted Gemma, grinning Michal and a fussy baby, Harry had been handed the baby to hold. He rocked her lightly in his arms, smiling down at her.
“You’re a girl uncle,” Y/N had said teasingly. Harry grinned nonetheless.
That had led them to this, a day after the currently unnamed baby was born. The sun had long set on the horizon, and dark flooded the streets with lamplights turned on.
“We’re adults now,” Harry whispered lowly, as to not rouse the sleeping figures in the room. He sniffled. “I can still remember being kids and climbing trees. How Gemma cleaned up my knee when I scraped it learning to ride a bike. And look at her now.”
A warmth spread in Y/N’s chest, somewhere between happiness and an indescribable satisfaction at knowing they’d made it this far. And a melancholic feeling thinking about how they used to worry about whether their parents would let them go out to the park with their friends or not. Now, they would soon become the parents themselves.
Harry sighed, and she wiped his tears away from his cheeks. Y/N placed a tender kiss on his forehead and said, “You’re an uncle now.”
Looking up at her as if she’d been the one to freckle the sky with stars, Harry said, “Uncle Harry. Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”
A soft chuckle escaped Y/N’s lips. “Definitely.”
“Dad would sound even better,” Harry whispered, pressing himself close to her and nuzzling his nose against her neck. “Don’t you agree?”
Eyebrows raised in light surprise, Y/N asked, “You want to…?”
Harry nodded. “Wouldn’t it be nice?” He whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. He had that soft look in his eye he always got whenever he talked about their future. “Maybe a ring on your finger before… and then a baby in your belly.”
“You’ve got baby fever,” Y/N groaned quietly, turning her head away from him. Her gaze landed on the baby again, wrapped in a light pink blanket. For a moment, she imagined that being her baby. And a rush of affection swelled in her chest, a pinch of fear tingling on her fingertips.
Fuck, maybe she had baby fever as well.
They certainly did look adorable, faces all scrunched up, skin a rosy pink and fingers all chubby.
“Is that a no?” Harry prompted quietly.
Y/N sighed as if she were exhausted by him. They both knew her every word was laced with affection, “How’d you go from crying ‘cause your sister’s a mom now to begging for a baby?”
“Marriage and a baby,” Harry said, matter-of-factly. “Get your facts straight.”
Holding back a laugh, Y/N said, “Begging for marriage and a baby.” She took one good look at the man beside her, with brown curls and green eyes that looked almost a forest green in this light. “I never could say no to you.”
“That’s a yes?” Harry asked hopefully, leaning in close.
Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately. "It means be patient. We'll see how things go." She gave him a playful glare. "But we are having a wedding before a baby. Got it, Styles?"
"Got it, baby,” Harry confirmed with a grin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted. Maybe more in the future, he would spend an obscene amount of money on a Tiffany engagement ring and a Vivienne Westwood wedding dress. But for now, those plans were stowed away in Harry’s mind. They would come to fruition eventually. It was just a matter of time.
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swiftmendeshoran · 3 months
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Spreading You Open
Hi! This is a oneshot I wrote that could possibly turn into a two or three parter, if people like. It might be a bit weird, but it's an idea I had for a while. I hope you enjoy.
a/n: esthetician LHH Harry x female reader (featuring Zayn)
wc: 7590
WARNINGS: fingering, smut, female receiving oral, getting waxed, male masturbating, cursing, some flirting, angst, I think that's it. Please do not read if you are under 18.
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Your leg was bouncing in the waiting room as you mindlessly flipped through a magazine. You were going to get your first Brazilian wax today and you were very nervous. You never had anything waxed before. 
You tried not to think about it as the woman at the front desk typed away on her computer. 
Finally, a woman appeared next to the desk to call you back. "Hello," you said nervously. She greeted you and led you back to your room. 
"Alright. They should be in a few minutes. Please make yourself at home," she said. 
"Oh. You aren't doing it?" You bit your lip. 
"No. No," she chuckled. "I'm just a receptionist." 
"Oh. Ok."
Time seemed to have stopped when a soft knock tapped on the door. "Uh, come-come in." 
Who you saw standing at the door shocked you. A tall, gangly man, with piercing green eyes, a man bun, and the cutest dimples you have ever seen. "'ello," he said, giving a little wave. The man was British and made your brain go fuzzy for a second. 
"H-hi," you swallowed. 
"'M Harry. It's nice to meet ya," the man stuck out his hand and you, somehow, shook it. 
"I'm, um," you licked your lips, "uh." 
"(Y/N)," he smiled. 
"Yeah. Uh, how did you-?"
He picked up the paperwork you filled out at the desk and smirked. 
"Oh," you crossed your legs together and bit your lip. 
"Ya seem nervous. I promise it's nothing to be scared about," he assured you. 
You swallowed. "Yeah. Um. I've just never done this before."
"I get that," he nodded. "Welcome," the man then smiled, trying to ease the tension. 
You chuckled nervously. 
"So, you're here for a Brazilian?" He looked at the paperwork. 
"Um, yes…." you said in almost a whisper. 
“Man or wax?” he joked.
“What?” 
“Nevermind. It was a joke that fell flat,” he waved it off.
“Oh. Oh! I get it,” you giggled. “Sorry. I’m just really nervous.”
"That’s ok. Do ya need more time or did ya want to get started?" he asked, leaning against the table behind him and folded his arms. 
"Whatever. Um, whatever you think is best," you said. 
"Go-." Harry cleared his throat. "Good," he clapped. "Um, let's get started, shall we?"
"Ok."
"Did ya want to wear a gown, like in the hospital, or just take your pants off?" Harry asked. 
In your nervousness, you decided to clap back with a joke. "Damn. At least ask me to dinner first." 
Harry smirked and you had to look away. You cleared your throat and then answered him. "Um, I think I'll just take my pants off, if that's alright."
He gestured. "Please. Whatever you are comfortable with." 
Harry turned around to his table to get the wax and strips together as you took off your pants. You left your panties on, even though you knew you were going to have to take them off. Something just felt uncomfortable about taking them off. 
He turned back to you and you gave him a nervous smile. "All set?"
"Yeah."
He tried not to stare, but he raised an eyebrow instead. "Erm." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, but 'm gonna need the, um, panties off too." 
You bit your lip and giggled. "Yeah. I guess that would make sense, huh?"
He turned around again to give you privacy and you slipped off your panties, placing them on the chair with your jeans. 
"All done?" He asked, after a moment. 
"Yes," you said in a whisper. 
Harry turned around once again and smiled. "Great. Um. Ready?"
"Is it going to hurt?" You bit your lip. 
"'M not gonna lie to ya, (Y/N). It doesn't tickle." 
You bit your lip even harder. 
"I'd give ya my hand to hold, but I kind of need both… for the job. Um," he looked around and picked up a stress ball he had on his table, "squeeze this if ya'd like."
"Thank you," you took the toy and smiled. 
"Ok. Um. 'M gonna need ya to put your legs up in these stirrups," he cleared his throat. "'M assuming like ya do at the doctors."
"Ok," you said quietly. You scooted down and put your legs in the stirrups, suddenly feeling exposed. 
Harry mixed up the wax and encouraged you to take a deep breath. "'M gonna sit down to get a bit closer, if that's alright." 
“Um,” you swallowed. “Yeah. Do-do what you need to do.” 
Harry smiled at you and sat down with his supplies. “Now, it’s gonna be a bit hot, so… brace yourself.” 
“Ok,” you sighed, looking up at the ceiling. 
Harry put the wax strip on the inside of your thigh. “This is just a test strip, so ya know what it’ll feel like and if ya want to continue.” 
“Ok,” you swallowed, licking your lips.
He pushed the strip onto your thigh and let it sit for a moment. “So… are ya going on vacation?” 
“Huh?” you asked. “Like this year?” 
“Like soon. Most people come here to get waxed for vacation,” Harry said. 
“Oh, well, no,” you cringed as he pulled the strip off. You whimpered. 
“You ok?” 
You sucked in a deep breath. “I mean, no. That really hurt, but I’ll survive.” 
“Did ya want to continue?” 
“Yes, I have to,” you said, still staring at the ceiling. 
Harry looked at your pussy. It was glistening and he could see that you were wet between your folds. Just a little bit of wetness was oozing out. He cleared his throat.
Harry went to go get more of the supplies and then wheeled his way back over in the chair to you. “Alright. This will be more sensitive than your leg since there’s more nerves… down there.” 
You nodded and closed your eyes. 
“You’ve got your squeeze ball. Squeeze it if ya need. ‘M here with ya,” he said. 
You let out a deep breath. “Ok.”
Harry put the strip on the upper part of your vagina and held it there. “So, ya were saying earlier, ya have to get waxed. What’s up with that, if ya don’t mind me asking?” 
“No, no. It’s fine. Um, well, my boyfriend said he wouldn’t go down on me unless I was smooth down there. And well, I used to shave, but it got to be a hassle,” you explained.
Harry ripped the strip off at that moment and you cursed quietly to yourself. 
“So, now he pays for this and I get… head,” you chuckled, at how stupid that sounded. 
Harry put the next strip on and his eyebrows furrowed. “He sounds like a dick.” 
You laughed to yourself. “Yeah. I guess that’s kind of dickish, but you know, a girl has needs, so what am I going to do?” 
He pulled the strip off and you squeezed the toy as you closed your eyes. “Sorry, but a real man wouldn’t care about hair.” 
“You say as you literally wax people’s hair for a living,” you chuckled.
“Hey, just because I do this as a job doesn’t mean it’s what I agree with in bed,” he said, as he put another strip on.
You were quiet for a moment as you contemplated. 
“Ready?” Harry asked. “3, 2, 1.” Rip. 
“Jesus Christ,” you said breathily. “That fucking hurts.” 
Harry shrugged. “Well, your hair is being ripped from your body, so yeah, it’s gonna hurt.” 
You humphed. “How much more do we have to do?” 
“Probably three to four more strips,” he said, smirking.
“You like seeing people in pain, don’t you?” 
“No,” he smirked again. “Just doing my job.” 
“Mmhhmm,” you said, as you put your head back down.
He finished waxing you and by the time he was done, you felt numb down there. He had one of those feather brushes to wipe off the excess hair and it tickled so much, you couldn’t help but giggle. 
Harry’s face looked red by the end and he scrunched up his nose before wiping it. “Uh, you’re all set. You can get dressed again and pay at the front.”
“Ok,” you sat up, grabbed your panties and pants and put them back on. “So, how did you get into this anyway?”
“Uh, my friend needed their legs waxed one day and were too scared to do it, so they asked me, and found out I was really good at it, and I just kind of stumbled into this job,” he shrugged. “And now I do eyebrows, lips, legs, and… more.”
“Huh,” you said, buttoning up your jeans. 
Harry turned back around to you. “Oh, a few things before ya go. I will need to see you back here in six weeks for your next appointment.” You nodded. “And…” he cleared his throat. “Your boyfriend may be all up on ya now, but I’d wait at least 24 hours to do anything because you’re definitely going to feel it. You will probably be sensitive for a day or two, especially for your first time.”
“Sure,” you smiled at him. 
Harry went to go open the door. “All set?” 
You nodded, picking up your purse. “Right. Well, then I’ll see ya in six weeks.”
You gave him a small smile and walked out the door. “Oh, wait!” you reached into your purse. “I have to give you your tip.” 
“Oh no. It’s fine,” he said, even though that was what he basically lived on. 
“It’s Zayn, my boyfriend’s money, anyway, so, it’s no biggy,” you said, reaching into your wallet and handing him $30. 
“That’s too much money (Y/N),” Harry said, trying to give you back $20. 
“Take it. And buy yourself something nice.” 
He smirked. “Thanks. And tell your boyfriend I said thanks too.” 
“Will do,” you smirked. You two just stared at each other for a few seconds. His piercing green eyes were making your knees go weak, so you had to get out of there. “Ok. Well, I’m going to go pay. Have a good day and I’ll see you soon?”
He waved. “See ya in six weeks.” 
You waved as you walked away. You went up to the counter to pay and the lady asked you how your service was. “Oh, very professional. Harry’s great.”
“That’s wonderful to hear,” she said, as she processed your payment. 
You went back to your car and drove home to your boyfriend, who couldn’t wait to give you the head you deserved.
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When you got home, Zayn was ready to pounce on you. “I was told I have to wait 24 hours.”
"Why?"
“I don’t know. I guess I’m really sensitive or something,” you shrugged. 
“Well, can I at least see it?” he asked, like an excited puppy dog.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”
You unbuttoned your jeans and pulled your panties down with them. You stood in your bedroom with no pants on, as Zayn's mouth turned up in a smile. 
"There she is," he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "How was it?"
"It fucking hurt." 
"Well, I'll make it up to you soon," he said, kissing your neck. 
"You better." 
"Mmm." Zayn kissed down your body and looked at your newly waxed pussy. "Beautiful. Just beautiful." He leaned forward to kiss it and you jumped. 
"Z, I said we have to wait." 
"Aww, come on. How bad can it be?" He squeezed your thighs. "Can't we try?"
You rolled your eyes. "How bad can it be? My hair was fucking ripped from my skin." 
"Mmm." Zayn's hand trailed up your torso and his finger went in between your folds. "You feel ready for me. Please, baby?"
What he didn't know was that all of the wetness between your legs was there because a British man with a hot man bun had just seen everything you own an hour ago. 
"Fine," you huffed out. "But, if it's too sensitive, we're stopping." 
"Yes. Obviously." 
You both got onto the bed and stripped down. When you opened your legs, Zayn licked his lips and really admired your naked pussy. He slapped it once and you yelped. "Perfect. Looks perfect." 
You gave him a faint smile and he climbed down your body until his face was buried between your legs. Zayn was normally good at eating you out, but something felt off today. 
You looked up at the ceiling as he went to town. Harry's words kept running through your head. "Sorry, but a real man wouldn't care about hair." "He sounds like a dick." 
And maybe he was right. And now, you couldn't focus on the man that was giving you head because your mind was consumed with Harry. 
Zayn picked up his head. "You're awfully quiet up there." 
"Hmm? Sorry. Sorry. I, uh…" You chuckled. "My mind was wandering. Continue." 
Zayn got back to work, and gave you a wonderful orgasm in the end. 
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When it was close to the time of your appointment, Zayn seemed to avoid your pussy area with his mouth like the plague. 
You sighed as you got changed for your appointment. It was really beginning to tick you off, especially since Zayn was insisting that you suck him off last night, and he's not shaved. 
He gave you a kiss before you left and you gave him a small smile back. 
You felt jittery the whole time you were driving to your appointment. You were embarrassed to admit that you were excited to see Harry again. 
You checked in at the front desk and then sat down on the chair in the waiting room, picking up a magazine. 
You were invested in a story about Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck, when you heard a deep voice call "(Y/N)." 
Looking up, you smiled as you caught Harry's eye. "Hi." 
He returned your smile. "'Ello. How are ya?" 
Harry guided you back to the room as you made small talk. 
As Harry got his materials ready, you stripped off your bottom portion of your clothes and sat on the chair. 
You bit your lip as Harry turned around to you. "And, uh, so 'm guessing ya got," he cleared his throat,"...head." 
Your face suddenly got hot. “Um, yeah. But, you probably don’t want to hear about that.”
“Mmmm,” Harry hummed. “You would be correct.” 
“Yeah. I figured.” 
Harry cleared his throat and then looked at your legs. “Alright. Open up.” 
You shook your head as you adjusted yourself on the table. “Doesn’t any man buy a girl dinner first before he spreads her open?”
“I would, but I think your boyfriend would kill me,” Harry mumbled. 
But, you couldn’t ask him what he said as that’s when he took the wax strip off of you and you yelped. “It never stops fucking hurting.” 
Harry chuckled. “It will after about ten more sessions. Then, you’ll wish you had feeling back.” 
“No,” you shook your head as you held your hand out. “I’d rather be numb than feel this.” 
Harry handed you your stress ball and you squeezed it as he ripped another strip off. Your pussy felt like it was on fire. 
“Fuck this. I hate being a woman,” you cried. 
He ripped off one more strip before he stopped and looked at you. You sat up on your elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Want me to continue?” 
“Well, yeah. I can’t have half of me waxed and the other half not.”
“M’kay,” Harry shrugged and got back to it. By the time, he was finished, you had a small tear in your eye. However, when he brushed over you with the duster, you might have clenched, and he might have noticed. 
He cleared his throat. “Right. All set.” 
You sat up to put your pants on and Harry was turned away from you, cleaning up the supplies. 
“Thanks, Harry,” you said, putting your purse on your shoulder. You walked to him to give him his tip and he thanked you. 
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “Great.”
“Ok. Well, I’ll see you in six weeks?” you asked, trying to get him to look at you. 
He did look up. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too. Have a good day, Harry.” 
“You too.”
You walked out and paid, leaving Harry behind for yet another six weeks.
When you were out of the building, in your car, and on the road, Harry stopped at the front desk. “Don’t have any immediate appointments, so if a walk-in comes in just know I’ll be in the bathroom.”
The receponist nodded and Harry walked briskly to the employee bathroom. 
He locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he unzipped his pants. He had to turn away from you so quickly because he was trying to hide his boner. He was fucked. Completely. And he didn’t know what to do. Well, in this instant he did. He never felt like this with a client before. He waxed pussies all day. It was nothing new. But, with you, he felt something.
So, he reached inside his boxer briefs and stroked his cock. He closed his eyes as he thought of you, all spread out for him on the table. The thoughts he was having were none like he ever had for a client. And, of course, you had to have a boyfriend. A douchebag one at that.
Harry gritted his teeth as he stroked more vigorously. “Fuck (Y/N). You don’t deserve him. You deserve me. I’d take care of you.” 
After two more minutes, Harry came in the toilet and he tried to keep his noises down to not disturb the guests. 
He was in trouble because when he got home that night, he jerked off two more times thinking of you. “God dammit.”
~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, the next day, Zayn was all over you. “So pretty for me, mama.” He kissed down your thighs and you hummed. 
When his mouth attached to your clit, you gasped, but since you were looking at the ceiling, you pictured Harry between your legs. “God.” 
“Yeah? Feel good, baby?” 
“Mmhmm,” you squeaked. 
Honestly, for the past few weeks, everytime you and Zayn have been intimate, you thought of Harry. There was one time where you almost moaned Harry’s name. You don’t know what was wrong with you. You had a boyfriend who was giving you pretty good head at the moment, and all you could think of was some other guy that you barely knew.
~~~~~~
The next time you went back was around Christmas. You didn’t know if Harry celebrated, but you figured everybody celebrated something, so you brought him a gift. 
When you went back this time, you handed Harry the gift bag and he blushed. “What’s this?” 
“Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays. I’m not too sure what you celebrate,” you chuckled nervously. 
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Harry said, still blushing. 
“Open it,” you encouraged. 
Harry walked over to his table and took the gift out of the bag. You gave him a manly-smelling candle and a gift card to go out to eat. “(Y/N), this is too much. I can’t accept-.” 
He had turned around by that point and you were making a show of taking off your underwear. The back read “NAUGHTY” and they were red and see-through. 
Harry swallowed. “-this.” 
You pulled off your panties and made a show of it, throwing them on the chair. You saw the reaction Harry gave you. You know you had a boyfriend, but you were basically done with him, and wanted to see how Harry would react. 
“Oh, it’s no big deal,” you said, hopping up onto the chair. “You’ve been so kind to me and helpful through this whole thing.” You shrugged. “Everyone deserves a gift around the holidays.” 
“Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you beamed at him. Did he know your heart was beating fast in your chest? Was his?
Harry put the gift down and cleared his throat a bunch of times. Today was the wrong day to wear skinny jeans, he thought. Harry sat down and adjusted himself before he got to work. He closed his eyes for a few seconds. 
“Are you ok?” you wondered when he didn’t react.
He took in a sharp breath. “I will be,” he said breathily. 
Harry tried to clear what he just saw out of his head and waxed you. 
In between your skin being ripped from your body, you tried to make conversation with him. You wanted to get to know him better. “So, who are you going to take to dinner with you?” 
“Hmm?” he asked as he ripped a strip off you. “Sorry.” 
“No, it’s ok. I just wondered. The gift card. Are you going to take your girlfriend for a nice dinner?”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” 
“Well, maybe your boyfriend then,” you hoped you weren’t stepping over the line.
Harry chuckled. “Not one of them either.” 
“Oh. Well, maybe you could go by yourself. But, that’s kind of lonely. A friend or your mom, may be a good option.”
“I’ll think about it,” he ripped another piece off. “Thanks again, (Y/N).”
“Sure. Any-anytime,” you said, squeezing the stress ball. 
Harry asked you what you were doing for Christmas. “We’re hosting at our apartment. It’s so small, but we wanted to do it. Me and Zayn have been together for almost four years and we’ve never hosted, so,” you shrugged.
“That sounds nice,” he said, forcefully ripping the strip off you. 
“Yeah,” you cringed. “What about you?” 
“What about me?”
“What do you do for Christmas?” you wondered. 
Harry pulled the last strip off you and you whimpered. 
“Oh, m’ family is back in the UK, so I don’t really do much,” he shrugged, rolling his chair away and putting the supplies away.
“You’re alone on Christmas?” you wondered as you grabbed your pants and put them back on.
“Yeah. I’ve gotten used to it.”
“No, friends?” you wondered.
“They do their own things,” Harry shrugged. 
“Well, that’s not very nice.”
“‘S fine,” he said, turning back around to you once he knew you were dressed again. He gave you a faint smiled and wondered why you were still standing there.
You bit your lip. “Would you want to come to Christmas at my place? You totally don’t have to. I know that’s weird,” you stammered. “But, I just don’t like people being alone on Christmas.”
“Oh, no. I couldn’t.” 
“Please,” you pouted out your lip, which made Harry’s breath hitch. 
“(Y/N). I can’t. You barely know me,” he shook his head. “What if I’m a mass murderer?”
“You haven’t murdered me yet. I know it’s risky, but I’m just trying to be nice,” you shrugged. 
Harry smirked. 
“Please.”
He looked up at you. “I mean if you have to beg me, then fine,” he smirked.
“Yay!” you leaned down to hug him. You pulled away gently. “Um, sorry. That was… weird.” 
“It’s ok, (Y/N),” Harry chuckled. 
You cleared your throat. “So, I’ll see you Sunday?” 
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Anytime after 3. Dinner is at 5:30,” you told him.
“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”
“Ok. Bye,” you said, as you walked out the door. 
Harry raised his hand to wave.
“Oh,” you turned around again. “Give me your phone.” 
“Hmm?” He asked, taking his phone out of his back pocket. 
“My address.” 
“Right,” Harry chuckled nervously.
You left and Harry let out a big breath, running his hands down his face. He was just about to lock up for the day when he noticed a piece of red material still sitting on the chair. You forgot your panties. He quickly ran out of the room, but by the time he got to the lobby, you were gone. 
He went back in and delicately picked up the underwear. He felt the material of them and then saw the big wet stain in the middle of them. “Shit,” he muttered to himself. He looked around the empty room and then stuck his nose in your panties, inhaling your scent. “Christ,” he eyes rolled back in his head. He breathed in your scent once again and then had to stop himself. “Oh, fuck me.” 
He put your panties in his back pocket and gathered up his things before heading out for the holiday break. The receptionist said bye to him, but Harry barely heard him as his ears were ringing and he walked out the door. He couldn’t get home fast enough. To, uh, definitely not think of you.
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As you were setting up the table for Christmas dinner, your stomach was in knots. You don’t know why, but having Harry in your house made you feel giddy. Just thinking about him brought a smile to your face. 
You had everything set up and went back in the kitchen to mash the potatoes when Zayn came, slapped your butt, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He had been sitting down all day, watching football, which made you a bit mad because this was his idea, yet you were doing all the work. 
“Look at you in your sexy dress,” Zayn growled. “Are you sure we don’t have time to fool around?” 
“Babe, no. I still have so much to make.”
“Later then,” he said, giving one more slap to your butt before going to sit down. 
Honestly, sex with Zayn lately made you want to barf. You’ve been thinking about Harry every day since you invited him over. You told Zayn that you invited your esthetician, and he thought it was a little weird, but you told him they were alone on Christmas and you felt bad. He shrugged and said ok. But, you withheld the information that the person who waxed your most intimate parts was a guy.
~~~~
Harry was pacing back and forth in his apartment. He couldn’t go, right? He barely knew you. Your whole family, and your boyfriend, would be there. He sighed. But, then if I don’t go, she might hate me forever.
So, he sucked it up, threw on a Christmas sweater, dress pants, and boots, brushed his teeth, sprayed himself in cologne, made sure his hair looked nice, and headed out. He was nervous, so he left super early. So, Harry decided to stop at the market and pick up something to bring. That was a bad idea. The market was insanely filled with people, last-minute people just like him. 
He had no idea what to bring. Cookies, cake, dip. There was too much. He picked up brownies covered in peppermint. As he got up to the counter, Harry realized, he should probably bring a gift for the hostess, so he got out of line picked up a middle of the line wine and a poinsettia. He then got back in line, checked out, and sat in his car for an unreasonable long time, just so he wouldn’t be the first one there.
~~~~~~
Most of your family was here now. Of course, Zayn was no help, so you and your mom ran around the kitchen, getting everything ready. You were getting worried because it was almost 5 o’clock and Harry wasn’t there yet. 
As you set the table, your doorbell rang. A smile appeared on your face as you assumed it was Harry. You ran to the door and opened it. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Harry with messy hair and a Christmas sweater. 
“Oi. ‘M underdressed,” he said, as he took in your dress. He stared for a little too long you noticed.
“No no! I just like to dress up, especially when I’m hosting. Merry Christmas! Come in,” you rambled. 
Harry handed you the poinsettia and the wine. “Um, I brought brownies. I hope that’s alright.” 
“They look delicious,” you said, a smile on your face. “Thank you. Please, make yourself at home.”
Harry nodded and rolled up his sleeves. He followed you into the kitchen. “Do ya need any help?” 
Your mom picked her head up and smiled at the man in the doorway. “Hello.”
“Mom, this is Harry. He… waxes me,” you chuckled. Harry blushed. 
“Hi, Harry,” she smiled. 
“Hello.” 
“Um,” you blushed. “Could you put these rolls on the table?”
“Sure,” he took the basket from you and laid them on the table. You finished up in the kitchen when you heard commotion from the dining room.
“You’re WHO?” you heard Zayn yell.
He then stomped into the kitchen and took your arm, dragging you into the hallway. “Who the fuck is that in our dining room?” 
“That’s Harry,” you said. 
“Right. And who is he?” 
“My esthetician,” you swallowed. 
“The man who waxes you,” he said.
“Yes.” 
“So, you lied to me,” Zayn said, crossing his arms.
“I never lied to you.” 
“You never told me he was a man,” Zayn pointed out.
“You never asked!” you shouted, but then lowered your voice.
“No one should be looking at your pussy except me and your doctor,” Zayn was furious now. 
“He’s just doing this job!”
“No,” Zayn chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s a perv, who tries to get with women by having this job.” 
“Harry is not a perv!” 
“Whatever. You’re not going back to him,” Zayn warned. 
You scoffed. “Yes, I am.” 
“No. You’re not.” 
“You can’t stop me!”
“Well, then I won’t give you head if you keep going to him,” your boyfriend threatened. 
You laughed. “Good. I don’t need you anyway.” 
You walked away and back out to where your guests were. They were all quiet and Harry was standing by the door. You looked at him. “‘M gonna go. Thanks for the invite.”
“No!” you ran to him. “No, you’re staying.” 
“I don’t think your boyfriend wants me here, (Y/N).” 
“I don’t care,” you swallowed. “I want you here.”
Harry tried to pull away from your embrace. “Please.” 
As you begged Harry to stay, Zayn was zooming past you with his coat on. “I’m not coming back until he’s gone, so call me when you’ve got your head on straight, (Y/N).” 
“That’s ok. ‘M going,” Harry said.
“No!” 
Both guys turned around. Did they know who you were talking to? Did you?
Zayn shook his head and stormed out, slamming the door. Harry grabbed the doorknob and you pulled him back. “Harry, please stay. I want you here.” 
“I think you should go talk to your boyfriend, (Y/N).” 
“Dinner’s ready,” your mom said, placing the last item on the table.
“Please just stay for dinner,” you begged. 
Harry nodded. You walked over with him to the table and sat down. Dinner was kind of awkward. There was no chatter at first, but then one of your younger cousins made a comment about Harry’s sweater, everyone laughed, and then the chatter began.
You smiled at him as you passed him the mashed potatoes. “Thanks.”
Dinner went by quickly and Harry offered to clean up. “That’s really not necessary,” you said, taking the dishes from his hands. 
“It is. You invited me and I caused a scene, so… it’s the least I can do.”
You laughed. “You didn’t cause a scene. No. That was all Zayn.”
“Yeah, but if I hadn't come, you wouldn't have fought.”
“Oh, believe me. It was bubbling up anyway,” you said, scrubbing a dish. “He’s just…” you sighed. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you about this, it's not your fault.” 
“No. It’s ok,” Harry said, picking up a dish and washing it out. 
“I’m glad you came,” you said, looking up at him. Your arms brushed and your lower belly was suddenly on fire. 
“Thanks for inviting me.” 
“Sure,” you smiled. “Sorry it was mass chaos.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ve seen worse.” 
You smiled and looked down. Your face was getting impossibly hot around him. When the dishes were done, Harry was going to go, but your mom insisted he should stay and try her blueberry pie. 
“‘S my favorite,” he mumbled. 
You smiled, cutting him a piece. “Well, then you have to stay.”
You opened up the wine he brought and poured whoever wanted one a glass. You needed to take the edge off. 
Dessert was finished and this was the portion where everyone exchanged gifts. Harry decided to head out because he “didn’t want to make it awkward.” You packed him some leftovers before he left.
“I’ll walk you out,” you said. You walked with Harry to the door. You felt the wine kicking in and you hummed. You thanked him for bringing the dessert, wine, and flowers. “I’m really glad you came.” 
“Me too,” he said, staring into your eyes as you stood outside your front door. You stared a little too long into each other’s eyes before Harry cleared his throat.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said, reaching into his back pocket. “Ya forgot these the other day,” he held up your panties. 
You snatched them away quickly, looking around. “Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed.” 
“I thought they were festive,” Harry smirked. 
You put them behind your back. “I’ll be more careful next time.” 
“I didn’t mind,” Harry smirked. 
You chuckled nervously. “Well, Merry Christmas, Harry.” 
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N). Thanks for the invite and the leftovers.” 
“Anytime,” you smiled. 
“Don’t tempt me,” he winked. 
And you felt a feeling inside of you that you haven’t felt in a long time with Zayn. You bit your lip. Man, you shouldn’t have had that wine. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. This took Harry by surprise and he cleared his throat a few times. “Well, thanks again. I’ll- I’ll see ya in five weeks.” 
You nodded and Harry walked to his car. You waved as he pulled away and you felt almost giddy inside. When you came back inside, most of the gift exchange was over, but your pile was still sitting there. 
As you opened yours up, your mom came to sit next to you. “He is very handsome,” she said, sipping her wine. 
“Who?”
“Harry,” she smiled. 
“Yeah. I suppose so.” 
“And he was a big help. More help than Zayn was,” she pointed out. 
You bit your lip as you opened up a gift card from your Aunt Helen. “He was.” 
“I’m just saying,” she smirked, sipping her wine. 
“I know, Mom. I know.” 
You opened up the rest of your gifts, your guests started to head home, and you cleaned up. And at 10:13, Zayn came crawling back in. “Hi.” 
You didn’t answer him though. You had just gotten out of the shower, and into your comfy pajamas for the night. You flipped through the TV channels and Zayn walked over and sat on the couch next to you. “Baby. Hi.” 
“Don’t call me baby,” you said, settling on The Miracle on 34th Street.
“I overreacted. I know. I’m sorry. I ruined Christmas,” Zayn sighed. 
You snorted. 
“But, another man shouldn’t be looking at you down there like that,” Zayn went on.
“He’s not ‘looking at me like that.’ He is doing his job because you are too fucking chauvinistic to have a girlfriend who has a little bit of hair down there. News flash, you have plenty,” you raised your voice. 
Zayn scoffed. “Well, sorry I don’t like to get hair in my mouth.” 
“And you think I do?” 
“Well, I-.” 
You held up your hand. “You embarrassed me today. In front of my family and… guests.” 
“Baby, I’m sorry.” 
You shook your head. “I don’t think you should stay here.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you here,” you shook your head again, trying to stop the tears from flowing. 
“Honey. Come on now,” Zayn pleaded. “Couples fight, but you know… we can work it out.” 
You looked down at your hands. “I think we should break up.”
“Baby. What? No!” 
You nodded. “Yes. I don’t- I don’t love you like that anymore.” 
“Is this because of that Henry guy? I’ll kill him,” Zayn said, getting up.
“Harry. And no. We’ve been growing apart for a while. Can’t you see it?” 
“No,” he breathed through his nose. “No. You always do this. You make it like everything is my fault.” 
But, you weren’t listening anymore. You had your head down and tears fell onto your lap. 
Zayn noticed after a minute or so. “Fine. You want me to go? I’ll go.” He got up, packed a small bag, put his coat back on, and left out the door, slamming it. 
You sobbed into your hands. You knew it was the right thing to do, but breakups were hard either way. You grabbed the plate of brownies Harry brought and scarfed them down.
~~~~~
Those five weeks seemed to have gone by slowly. You were a lot happier without Zayn around. He came by before New Year’s and moved a lot of his stuff out. You heard through a friend that he moved in with a girl he met at the bar that night he left. Typical. Can’t be on his own for one second. 
This is the first time you would be seeing Harry since Christmas, since the break up. And you were suddenly nervous. 
When Harry called you back for your appointment, you suddenly got very hot. You followed Harry into the room and hopped up on the table. As Harry prepared everything that he needed for your appointment, you kicked your legs back and forth.
“Quiet today,” Harry smirked, looking back at you. 
You bit your lip. “I have to tell you something and I’m nervous about it.”
Harry turned around, the wax being mixed in his hand. “What’s wrong, darling? I don’t bite.”
You giggled, but then you turned serious again. “This is my last appointment.” 
Harry suddenly got stiff. “Oh. Did that boyfriend of yours have a change of heart?”
You cleared your throat. “No. Actually. We-we broke up. And I can’t afford this anymore.”
“Oh,” Harry said, turning around. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
You shrugged. “It’s fine. I cried once and got over it. He didn’t treat me right.”
“Yeah. But, it’s still hard,” Harry put a reassuring hand on your leg as he sat down. “Especially if you’ve been together for a long time.”
“Thanks,” you grabbed onto his hand. 
Harry got distracted for a second, playing with the ring on your middle finger. “Can I ask you something?” 
“What’s that?”
“If you’re not with him anymore, why’d you come back?”
You smiled. “Well, I couldn’t just not come back and leave you wondering.” 
A smile grew on Harry’s face. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?” 
You bit your lip. “Something like that.”
Harry stood up. “So, did ya still want the wax then?” 
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I need a professional opinion.” 
“Mmm. You think so?” 
“Mmmhmm.” You unbuttoned your jeans as Harry stepped back to give you space. You pulled your jeans and your panties down, leaving the bottom half of you naked in front of Harry once again. 
You spread your legs for him, and this time, Harry didn’t feel guilty about looking. “What do you think?” 
What did Harry think? He swallowed. You were definitely wet. He had to close his eyes and breathe in through his nose to calm himself. When he opened them, you made eye contact. Your eyes were dark and you were biting your lip. Fuck.
You reached down and ran your hand up your pussy, feeling the slight hair there. “I don’t think it’s too bad, right?” 
Harry had to sit down or he would’ve fallen on the floor. “‘S perfect,” he whispered, as he rolled his chair towards you. 
He grabbed onto your thigh as he watched the wetness ooze out of you. 
“Oh, stop being such a gentleman,” you said. 
“What?” Harry said, snapping out of his daze, and looking up at you. 
“I know you want to touch it. And I’m telling you to.” 
“You sure?” he swallowed, looking back down at your pussy. 
“You can see by my reaction, that clearly I want you to,” you pointed down to where you were leaking on the table. 
“Shit,” Harry cursed under his breath. He looked towards the door. “What if we get caught?” 
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” 
Harry pinched the inside of your thigh and smirked. “You’re a minx.” 
You giggled. 
“Are you sure?” Harry ran his hands over your legs. “You’re going through a breakup.” 
“Harry, can I be honest with you?” 
“I wish you would be. Yes,” he said.
“I’ve wanted you to do this since I first met you,” you bit your lip.
“Fuck,” Harry whispered. 
“Have you?” 
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “Not gonna lie. I’ve thought about you every day since our first session.” 
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” you gestured.
Harry spread your legs even more, putting them in the holsters. He took in the sight of you one more time before running his ring-clad finger down your slit. You moaned and Harry smirked. “Is that alright, darling?” 
Your eyelashes fluttered as you nodded. Harry smiled. He took his pointer finger and middle finger and spread you open. “Fuck. Look at you. Bet you never got this wet for your boyfriend, hmm?” 
You shook your head. “He never made me this wet.” 
Harry tsk’d. “Shame. He missed out on a pretty sight.” 
You bit your lip as Harry ran the two fingers that were holding you open down your wetness. He then made eye contact with you when his thumb ran over your clit. You gasped and your chest started to heave as he sped his finger up. “Har-.”
He smiled. “Let it out, love. Tell me if it feels good, yeah?” 
You nodded quickly. “Feels really really good.” 
“Good,” Harry said, as he watched you clench around nothing. “Fuck.”
As his thumb circled your clit, he inserted two fingers into you. “Did you want me to take the rings off?” 
“No no!” you said quickly. “Please leave them on.”
Harry chuckled. “Alright. They’re staying on.”
When he pushed his two longest fingers inside of you, you whimpered. Zayn never felt this good, even with his cock.
Harry loved watching your face as he kept his pace up. “Just tell me if you need me to stop at any point,” he smirked.
“No! Don’t stop. Please never stop,” you babbled. 
He chuckled. “Never? Alright.” He sped up his fingers and when you clenched around them, Harry moaned. “God, you’re sexy.”
“Harry, please,” you put your head back on the table you were sitting on.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you beg for me.”
You whined. 
“You can cum for me, if you want darling. Know it’s probably achy,” he gave you puppy-dog eyes.
He pumped his fingers in you a few more times and soon your legs were shaking. 
“That’s it. Come on now, beautiful.”
One, two, three clenches and you were cumming on his fingers.
“Fuck,” you said, as you felt a wonderous high. Something that you hadn’t felt in a while because you had been faking it with Zayn for a while.
Harry made sure you were okay and had calmed down before he pulled his fingers out. They were soaked. He looked at them, smirked, and then put them in his mouth. You sat up on your elbows and watched as he sucked your cum off his fingers. He moaned loudly. You watched as he licked his fingers until they were completely clean.
He stood up and put his forehead against yours. “Fuck. You taste so good.”
Harry then took you by surprise when he attached his lips to yours. You draped your arms on his shoulders and Harry squeezed your side as your tongues danced together. You made out for about five minutes until Harry pulled away. 
Your foreheads were still connected when you whispered, “Wanna taste me for real?”
“What? One orgasm wasn’t enough?” he joked. 
You giggled. 
Harry squeezed your hand. “I think I want to take you on a date first, before we go any further.” 
“A date, huh?” you asked, as you put your panties and pants back on.
“Yeah,” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “If- if that’s alright.” 
You nodded. “I’d like that.” 
“Good,” he blushed and cleared his throat. 
“What did you have in mind?” 
“Well, I have this gift card that a client gave me to go out to eat…”
You smirked. “I do love Italian food.”
Harry smiled. “It’s settled then.”
“Saturday?” 
“Saturday,” he smiled.
You hoped down and gave him a peck before leaving. “Oh, I forgot your tip.” 
Harry held up his hands. “Believe me, that,” he gestured to the table. “Was the best tip I’ve ever gotten.” 
You bit your lip. “Are you sure? I can give you money.” 
Harry shook his head and opened the door for you. “‘M positive. And tell Mindy at the desk that I am giving you the friends and family coupon for a free session.” 
“Harry, no. You need to get paid for it.”
“For what?” he whispered in your ear. “Giving you an orgasm?”
You smiled. “You still need to get paid.” 
“Just– tell her what I told you.”
“Fine.” You walked out the room and turned around to see Harry leaning against the door frame, staring at you. “Bye.” 
“See ya Saturday.” 
You nodded and then went to the front desk to tell the nice lady what Harry told you. Your stomach was already fluttering just thinking about Saturday.
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Exploring Depths
Summary: Harry is a gynaecologist and gives you a vaginal examination
W.C: 1427
Warnings: Smut, Cheating, Fingering, Inappropriate relationship with a gynaecologist (this is not how a vaginal exam works in real life guys so please beware)
Tags: Gynaecologist!Harry x Patient!Y/n 
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“Fuck, you're so tight. I’m gonna cum so hard, baby,” your boyfriend moaned while positioning his cock in you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, making it seem like he was in heaven, sadly you weren't feeling the same, not even close. Jack and you have been highschool sweethearts. He was a great boyfriend and you loved him, however, there was a small problem… he could never make you cum. So you tried to dodge every time he tried to initiate sex, it just seemed boring. You were a virgin when you got together with him, however, Jack has had multiple girlfriends before, so you never understood why he couldn't make you orgasm. You have tried to hint multiple times, but he just didn't seem to care. “Did you come, baby,” he asked you. “Yeah, so hard,” you replied with fake sweetness. You were tired of faking it, at this point.
Later that day, you decided to confront him. You know communication is the key to a successful relationship. “Hey, babe. I wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice. You don't know why you were nervous. “Yeah, what was it?” he replied back, he couldn't even care to switch off his phone to give you his full attention. “Ummm, earlier today, when we were having sex. Ummm, I faked it. I didn't actually cum. I think we should work on it,” you were trying to not make him feel bad. “There is nothing to work on. My previous girlfriends never seem to have that problem. There is an issue with you. I think you should go to the gynac and have yourself checked down there,” he said without any care for you. 
You couldn't believe it, youll have been dating for almost 6 years now and he couldn't even care to address the problem you were facing. His answer made you really doubt yourself. “Is the problem in me?” you were thinking to yourself. You quickly booked an appointment with the local gynac so that you could have the issue identified and solved ASAP. 
You had the vaginal exam appointment today and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You quickly got dressed and drove down to the clinic. “Miss Y/N, you're down in room 21, Dr. Styles will be with you in a moment,” the receptionist spoke with a heavy voice, making you even more nervous. You have never visited a gynac until now so this was all very new to you. You opened the door to the room and sat on the small stool, waiting for the doctor to enter. “It shouldn't be that bad. I mean they are professionals of course. It's like showing another woman your vagina, I mean it's nothing she has never seen right?” you kept reassuring yourself. Little did you know that Dr Styles was not a woman but rather a man sculpted from the bare hands of the Greek gods. When you saw him enter the room, it seemed like all the air in the room had been sucked by a vacuum cleaner. It's like you forgot how to breathe. “Why is he a doctor, he should be a model or rather should be put in a museum where people would have to pay to even get a glance of his godly face. His beauty is worth being preserved,” you were thinking to yourself. “Are you the doctor, I thought it would be a female?” you asked him. “No need to feel uncomfortable Love, I am a professional,” he said in a thick British accent. When you thought this man couldn't get any more attractive, he smirked and you could see his beautiful dimples popping. “You can remove your clothes, including your undergarments and wear the paper drape,” he said while putting on the gloves. Fuck his hands were so veiny and big. You were shocked as to why he wasn't leaving the room, but you thought that's how it's supposed to be so you removed your clothes and wore the drape given to you. You were completely naked inside. “Okay now get on the table and put your legs up on the stirrup,” he said while getting the equipment ready and pulling a stool to sit between your spreaded legs. “Umm, before you start i just wanted you to know that this is my first time at the gynac,” you squealed with a nervous voice. “Don't worry darling, I know what I am doing,” he replied back in his masculine voice.
He pulls your gown above your hips and lubricates his hands with the gel. He slowly spread your lips open with his fingers. You shuddered due to the sudden cold feeling in your private area. You noticed a slight smirk appear on his lips. He removed his hands from your vagina. “Now love, tell me why you are here. Are you facing any problems or is this just a regular check up?” he asked. “Umm, whenever my boyfriend and I have sex, Iamnotabletocum,” you said in one breath. “What darling I didn't catch the last part,” he replied back with a smug face. “I am not able to cum,” you said with reddened cheeks. “Ahhh now I understand what the problem is,” he said. “You don't have to worry, let me check if there is an issue,” he continued. 
He touched your lips with his gloved fingers again. “Hmmm someone seems excited,” he said nonchalantly. He could see your pussy glisten in the bright light. You couldn't explain how shy you were, there was something about him that made you so turned on. Not even your boyfriend has ever made you so horny. He inserted a finger in your tight hole and kept pistoning it. You coughed out due to the sudden intrusion. “It's all part of the procedure, calm down,” doctor styles interrupted. He inserted another finger in you and then another, till he had three fingers in you. “Hmmm… you have a very tight vagina Y/N,” he said. The way your name just rolled off his tongue made you even more wet. “Okay, I have done most of the tests, now for the final test, I have to conduct an orgasm test,” he said. “An orgasm test, what is that Doctor,” you asked with genuine curiosity because you have never heard of such a test. Your innocence and the way you called him doctor made Harry hard. You could see a huge bulgy tent forming in his pants. “Was he getting turned on by this?” you asked yourself. “It is a test that will confirm whether you are able to orgasm or if there is a problem that we need to work on,” he explained. He again inserted three fingers in your hole, slowly pushing them in and out of your vagina. He then pressed his thumb right on your clit. The combination of the movement of his fingers in and out of your vagina and the circle motion of his thumb on your clit was driving you crazy. He continued the movements. A smirk plastered on his face. “Fuck, doctor, I think Im gonna cum, shit,” you moaned out with pleasure. “There we go,” he said while pumping his fingers in you. You orgasmed so hard, you think you might have gone to heaven and back. All the built up frustration just leaving your body. 
You opened your eyes to see Doctor Styles covered in your juice. “Did I just..?” before you could complete your sentence, he interrupted. “Yes, you squirted Y/N. Now you know, the problem isn't you but rather your inexperienced boyfriend who probably doesn't even know where the clit is.” he answered with a devilish look in his eyes. “Thank you so much Doctor Styles,” you said. “Oh no worries love, I love taking care of my patients,” he said with a wink. You still can't believe you squirted, you have only seen that happen in porn and honestly you thought the feeling of squirting was overhyped until you experienced it yourself. You quickly changed into your clothes. “So Y/N I will see you after a month for your next monthly checkup? Gotta make sure all my patients are healthy and satisfied” he asked with mischief in his eyes. “Of course Doctor, Thank you” you replied and left the room. Only if you knew, you would have visited a gynac much earlier. You knew this wasn't the end to the pleasure you would experience with Doctor Styles. 
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maybankslover · 15 days
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family line- rafe cameron
rafe cameron x kook!reader
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warnings: really shitty family, violence, talk of childhood trauma, physical violence. rafe isn't a psycho, cameron's family is a nice one. comforting boyfriend. relationship with grandparents. found family.
summary: he never thought what secrets she had been hiding
playlist: matilda by harry styles. you're on your own kid, this is me trying, mirrorball by taylor swift. goodbye by marina. block me out by gracie abrams. family line by conan gray. slipping through my fingers. and many many more.
a/n: read with concience.
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rafe never understood why she sometimes cried in his bathroom with the same song playing on repeat at a low volume after she thought he had fell asleep, why she didn't seem comfortable enough to cry and tell him what was going on even after a year of dating or why she always seemed shy with his family, always doing something to please them.
why she postponed so much to tell him when something bothered her, always so scared that he would flip out at her. why she never wanted for them to spend much time at her house.
until one rainy night that ward came home with her soaked from head to toe wrapped in a sweatshirt he had in his truck.
"wheezie call rafe please." was the only thing he said while entering the house with his son's girlfriend who couldn't stop her panicking and crying state.
"I'm so sorry mr cameron." she whispered.
"no need to say sorry sweetheart, I'm worried about you. that's all." he hadn't take his arm from around her body trying to keep the girl warm.
"what happened?" a freaked out rafe came into the living room. y/n didn't look up at him.
"I found her walking around near her house while coming home from the club. you should take get to the shower rafe, we can talk later." ward passed her to his son's arms and taking wheezie with him towards the kitchen.
"y/n/n baby, what happened?" her sight fixated on the floor and to the no response he asked something else, realising she needed a little space. "can I take you upstairs, to the shower?" she nodded yes, once in his bathroom he removed her clothes guiding her to the shower and following after her into the warm water.
"rafey." she looked up at him removing her head from his chest. the tears in her eyes making him want to cry at the sight.
"it's okay, you can tell me when you are ready." he kissed her head and hugged her, letting the water warm their bodies.
once they settled on his bed after putting on one of the pijamas she had gotten for them to wear at some point, it made her smile that rafe choosed those, and he had dried her hair knowing how much she hated to go to bed with her hair wet.
her head resting on his chest. his arms wrapped around her figure and a duvet over both their bodies.
"I want to tell you. I just don't know how to." she said.
"want to show me those songs you play when you cry in the bathroom baby?" he said in a lower tone.
"you know about that?"
"yeah, I think it could give me an insight if you aren't ready to describe it yet." he runed his hand through her hair.
"okay, pass me my phone please." once it was in her hand she put on the playlist.
matilda by harry styles, one to many times
family line by conan gray
slipping through my fingers the mamma mia version
you're on your own kid, mirrorball, this is me trying, nothing new by taylor swift
goodbye by marina
block me out by gracie abrams
and a few more, but she kept replaying matilda. he could understand why, it made sense. her last birthday had been celebrated at his house, hosted by his parents. her grandparents assisted and a few of her friends but neither of her parents were in sight.
"you can let it go baby. I got you." a few minutes later a soul wrecking sob came out of her. he hold her, keeping his arms tight around her. she climbed into his lap, hiding her face in his neck. "I love you honey. I love you." he whispered. giving her the comfort she had been searching since the day she knew she couldn't go to her grandparents anymore as they were too old now and she didn't want to worry them.
the people she actually considered her parents at heart and soul were growing old, it added to all the sadness she held inside of her. rafe never dimensioned the hurt she held inside, how his girl who was always smiling could be so hurted inside.
"I took all my one direction posters one sunday afternoon and i felt like a piece of my was torned apart from my body you know. i didn't know it would feel like that." rafe wondered what that had to do with what was happening. "until my mom put them in the garbage, she took them from my closet and she threw them out. I felt like another piece of me had died, I've always felt like I'm dead inside." he listened to what she was saying carefully. "maybe it's because of that, that I feel as if I bring the darkest sky wherever I go."
a few minutes passed before he spoke up.
"you bring the sun in the darkest days love. you've changed this house." he kissed her forehead and a knock in the door interrupted them.
"I'm sorry kids I just wanted to know how you were doing sweetheart." ward came into the room holding two cups of tea.
"hanging on." she gave him a small smile. "thank you mr cameron, for everything."
"I don't mean to intrude." he sat at the end of the bed. "but you don't have to thank or say sorry here, you've been family since the second you set a foot in this house." his words made her tears known in her eyes. "you don't have to be sorry for leaving your parents house, if you want to stay here. you don't have to be sorry." rafe mouthed a thank you to his dad before he left the room.
"you are in time, to leave, to travel the world, to buy some more one direction posters if you want also." it made her laugh. "we can start a family, a family who will never leave you alone."
"thank you rafey." she took a deep breath in. "I want to confide in you. but they are some of my deepest secrets."
"I'm not scared of you deepest parts."
"my dad has never talked much to me you know, all his attention has been on my brother since the day he was born. so my relationship with him has always been strictly superficial, to the outside world. and mom has always said the most horrible things to me." she sat in front of rafe in bed looking at his hands. "I'm really good at lying you know, you are the first person I've never lied to but it's in my family line, we can't run away from that."
rafe listened carefully.
"I've always seen them so happy with jake, I don't know what I've ever done even as a kid. I don't know what I did for them to treat me this way. I was four the first time mom slapped me across the face." y/n took a deep breath in. "she never said sorry, she did it over and over again. somehow I know someone who loves you wouldn't do that."
"y/n/n..." rafe didn't know what to do. how didn't he realized the saddens she held?
"let me finish please. I've always tried to survive, I did the best I can. my grandparents home has always been my refugee, but they are old now and the can't be my hidding place anymore." she tried to hold her tears in her eyes. "and I've never been good at telling what happened at home. so I've been hiding in your bathroom."
"I wished you had come to me sooner."
"I know."
"do you want to stay here? you heard dad baby."
"I wouldn't want to intrude." his hand took hers in his.
"you would never intrude here. we love you" he placed a kiss to her hand. "we love you, you don't need to earn the love here. I love you."
"thank you rafey, I love you too."
even if rafe thought he was prepared to know everything, he wasn't prepared to all the confessions she would trust him with the next few days.
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baaby-honeyy · 11 months
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is it okay if I could ask for a toxic Harry one shot with more softer tones? like maybe he could be rlly rude to her and toxic at first but then softens up later on. :)
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A/N: i know i’ve been gone for a while, but i read everything you guys send me. me and my sister are so busy with work and our family sucks, so i wasn’t too motivated. but i know you guys don’t wanna hear about that. you wanna reeeeaddd. so please, enjoy. also this is a one-shot i think.
TW: toxic/mean/soft!harry, innocent/crybaby!y/n, fluff, angst, curse words. if there’s something i didn’t list, please tell me. 💗
SUMMARY: The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.
Harry sits across from you with his arms crossed, his emerald green eyes locked on you. You’re eating at his favorite Asian restaurant, slurping up the noodles he ordered for you. Harry didn't place an order for him; on days like this, when he pampers you all day long, he rarely does. He’s more than fine with that, though. He loves to see you eating and happy with what he gives you.
As you eat, you’re unaware of the black bean sauce that’s now coated your lips and cheeks, almost getting on the white sundress Harry bought you. He watches, his eyebrows slightly raised as you continue eating. He waits for you to notice the mess you’ve made, but after a few moments he grabs a napkin and calls you harshly. In one harsh movement, Harry grabs your chin, forcing your cheeks to squish together. Noodles pour out of your mouth. Your eyes grow big and wide as you stare up at Harry, who’s now pulling out his phone with his free hand.
“Wha?” You try to say when he points the phone at you, but Harry tells you to be quiet as soon as you open your mouth. The flash goes off, and Harry smiles cunningly to himself and puts his phone back in his pocket. With noodle and sauce spilling out of your mouth, you whimper at Harry, and he uses the napkin to clean you.
“Harry-”
Once you notice Harry's face getting angrier, you hesitate.
“Harry, I-”
“Shh. S’fine. Just remember what I told you about table manners, okay?” Harry tells you, his voice deep while in a reassuring tone. You nod your head at his orders and pick up your chopsticks once again.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I just really love these noodles, thank you so much for bringing me here!” As you get a good amount of noodles in your chopsticks, you can’t help your smile as you think of the sweet, savory taste of the noodles on your tongue again. Harry smiles at the sight of you, and continues to watch you eat.
“Harry, do you think we can come back here tomorro- LOOK!” You interrupt yourself with a loud, dramatic gasp, pointing outside the window. Before Harry can even blink, you’re standing on the seat with your knees, palms pressed against the cold window.
“What are you-” Harry begins, but is over-powered by your loud rambling.
“Harry, I’m gonna go outside and pet it! I’ll be right back- awww! It’s sooo cute! I’ll be one sec!”
“Pet what? No, Y/n. Get back here- Y/n!” Harry attempts to grab your arm, but you’re already out of reach.
“Bye!!” And just like that, the doorbell rings as you leave out the building, leaving Harry clueless and even more annoyed than before. He looks out the window, scoffs at the handprints you left, and looks for you before deciding to head out there with you.
Your knees begin to hurt from kneeling on the rough concrete, but you choose to ignore the pain. The only thing you care about now is the small Calico kitten that’s getting cozy in your arms. The kitty suckles on a worn-out blue mitten and drapes it from his teeth before placing it gently on your leg. He whimpers and purrs, rubbing his head onto your chest. Your eyes grow big as you gasp, feeling more connection towards the kitten.
“What the fuck did I tell you? Don’t go anywhere without telling me. Do you hear me? This is a main road, Y/n.” You gasp at Harry’s sudden booming voice, and watch as he stomps towards you with a look of extreme annoyance.
“What’s this?”
“A kitten, H! A calico kitten! Say meow!” Holding the kitten up to Harry, you take one of his paws pand make it wave at him. Harry expression remains the same.
“Get up.” He grabs your arm and lifts you up, rolling his eyes as you whine in disobedience.
“Why must I always repeat the rules to you? Are you too dense to remember them? Hm? Is that it?” Harry’s grip gets tighter as he speaks, but he lets go once he looks down to see tears filling your wide eyes.
“What? Do you want me to tell you that you can take it home? It’s not going to happen.”
“Wha- why? He won’t bother you! I promise I’ll take care of him-”
“No.” Harry says, almost immediately regretting it, though, as he sees the tears now flowing down your cheeks. Your lip quivers, as you look down at the kitten the best you can through your tears.
Harry sighs, before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest.
“I know, Baby. Don’t cry. Just don’t want you to get sick, okay? It’s cute, but we don’t know where this kitten has been. Put it down and we can get your favorite ice cream, yeah?”
When you don’t answer, Harry kisses the top of your head, before leaning down slightly so he can shower the rest of your face with kisses.
“Y’want more kisses? Huh? Is that what’s gonna make you feel better?” Harry’s voice is low like a whisper, kissing you soft and gentle in hopes you’ll let the whole cat thing go.
“Gonna give you all the kisses you want when we get home, okay?”
You close your eyes and whimper into Harry’s touch, and you almost give in, but the Calico’s adorable face can’t leave your mind. You look back to see the kitten licking his paws, and back up at Harry.
“Harry, please. I want him..” You say lowly, followed by a long sigh from Harry.
“I know. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it, Baby. Maybe in the future if I-”
“In the future? But Harry, the future’s so long from now! What if this kitten is gone by then?
“We’ll find another one.”
“But what if-”
“Y/n. For fuck’s sake, get over it! You’re not getting the fucking kitten.” Harry says, grabbing your arm again, and dragging you down the side walk.
Which brings you to your impossible situation.
The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.
“Stop crying already.” Harry spits out. His voice was sharp and he spoke quick, like he was already tired of hearing you complaining. You whine at his harshness, and stop your feet in attempt to get him to let go of you.
“You don’t even get me gifts anymore.” You say, your voice strained from how much your struggling. Harry turns around so quick, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of disbelief and annoyance.
“I buy you something new every fuckin’ week. Stop being spoiled.” He shoots back, before continuing to drag you back to the car. You only continue to protest and stomp your feet, making Harry’s grip on you tighten even more.
“No. You already have enough things lying around the house. Y’think I wanna buy you a living pet? Already got you to bother me."
“Har-, please! It’s just a kitten!” Your throat begins to close as you cry harder. You see Harry scoff through your blurry vision. Harry shakes his head slightly while pinching the bridge of his nose.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ annoying.” Harry mutters under his breath, before wrapping his arms around you. You don’t think anything of it, until his arms tighten around your waist, and he pulls you up onto his shoulder. Harry keeps a hand on your butt, to keep your dress from blowing up with the wind. The only thing you can see is his lower shirt, and the concrete beginning to move again as he walks.
The feeling of defeat begins to rise up in you, and you were about to give up, until you saw that cute Calico cat begin to follow you. He was the most cutest thing you could ever look at, so small and cute just like you. You thought for sure Harry would let you have him, and hearing say no repeatedly just broke your little heart.
Harry’s car was just a few blocks down. All he needed to do was get you in there and take you to an ice cream place. It works every time, when you won’t take no for an answer. Except Harry didn’t know how much this cat meant to you, and it wouldn’t just take your favorite ice cream to make you forget.
“N-no! Put me down, Harry! Put me down!” You thrash and kick your legs around in the air, pounding your fists at Harry’s back. He tries to ignore you at first, but quickly gets annoyed at your screaming and whining. Before you know it, you’re back on your own two feet staring up at Harry’s narrowed eyes.
“You don’t know when to shut your fuckin’ mouth, huh? Y’want to walk by yourself? Fine. Don’t come cryin’ to me when your feet starts to hurt, even though I’m the one who warned you that would happen if you wore those shoes.” Harry spits out, pointing down at your white MaryJanes. You look down too, staring at your white and pink frilly socks you chose.
“I’m not going to let you walk by yourself, Y/n. Just be a good girl and walk beside me, yeah? Can you do that f’me?” Harry nods slightly while he speaks, waiting for you to do the same. His tolerance for you is obviously diminishing. If he was asked to be completely honest, he would say that you don’t need a cat. He already has you to take care of, and most of the time you’re distracted by something else, so you probably wouldn’t even have to patience to take care of a cat.
You look up at him pleadingly, hoping in your heart that Harry will suddenly change his mind. The car wasn’t too far from here, and the kitten could be anywhere now. Eventually, you slowly nod your head in compliance, and Harry gives you few kisses on the top of your head for behaving.
“That’s my good girl. C’mon, little baby. Gonna get you ice-”
“Harry, look! He’s over there! I’m gonna go get him!”
Before Harry can process, your running straight for the cat, who’s across the street. Your little brain, too excited for its own good, can’t even see the traffic coming.
"Y/N— Fuck!" For Harry, everything—the cars, the people walking by, and even you—moved slowly. He didn’t even think he had enough time to grab you. You were already off the curb and into the street. Adrenaline pumps in Harry’s veins, momentum picks up in his feet, giving him enough time wrap an arm around your waist. As you scream at the unexpected touch, Harry quickly grabs you and drags you away from the street.
You try to pry Harry’s arm off of you, but he just wouldn’t let go.
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”
As soon as Harry's voice can be heard, everyone in the street looks in your direction. When he speaks, his voice is shaky and breathy, like he can’t catch his breath.
“ANSWER ME!”
Harry’s veins pop out of his neck as he screams, his eyes bloodshot from what just happened. He never experienced such intense fear. If there is even a slight chance that you were injured or worse, he wouldn't know where to start when it came to moving on. You’re far too important.
Now that you're fully sobbing, your chest is heaving with fear from the recent event. "I just-"
“Just.. shut up. Don’t talk.” Harry interrupts, then decides against listening to what you have to say. He grabs your wrist and yanks you to the car. He opens the car with the remote and immediately throws you in the backseat, instead of letting you sit with him upfront like he usually does.
“Wait-” You try to say, but Harry slams the door in your face. He walks to the drivers seat and immediately starts the car. From the backseat, you could see just how scared Harry was. You never see this in him, he’s always sarcastic and arrogant, but pleasing and sweet. Never scared. Harry fails to hide his frightened expression in the mirror.
The ride back home was torture. There was nothing said between you two, and the only thing heard was Harry’s deep sighs every few minutes. In any car ride with Harry, you could never be bored. He’d always find someway to keep you entertained, wether it was playing iSpy with you or talking about how much he loves you. This car ride was the complete opposite. You almost started to cry because the silence was so loud.
When you got back home, Harry didn’t let you in first, or even look back to see if you entered the house. He callously throws the car keys on the kitchen counter, and makes his way up the stairs.
“If you thought you were getting that kitten then, you’re definitely not getting it now.” Harry says in a mumble, but loud enough so he knows you hear him. The next thing you heard was the bedroom door slam shut, leaving you and your fuzzy brain all alone to overthink.
You contemplate whether to go in there and talk to Harry, but the look in his eyes when he was unlocking the front door- they were red and puffy, and his trembling made it harder to open the door. Ultimately, you decide that the couch was the best idea. You lay down on the couch and put your comfort show on the TV, trying your best to get rid of that guilty feeling in your chest.
When you wake, the first thing you see is you and Harry's bed sheets.
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The bright morning sun awakes you from your sleep. It takes you a while to realize that you’re no longer on the couch, you’re on you and Harry’s bed, completely tucked in and under the warm covers. You notice that your sundress from yesterday has been replaced with only Harry’s t-shirt. With your eyes almost shut from the bright sun, you do your best to look on the bed and around the room for any sign of Harry. You let out a little whine when you see he’s nowhere in the room, and force yourself to get up.
Halfway down the stairs, you hear mutters of curse words and sighs coming from the floor below.
“Harry?” You speak softly, trying to assure Harry with your voice that you won’t be disobedient. There’s no answer, and when you reach the end of the stairs, you see nobody in the living room or the kitchen. Confused, and mind still fuzzy from sleep, you trudge around the house in hopes to find Harry.
“C’mon, right there, -fuck-” From the backyard, there is a faint sound, and your brows furrow in confusion as you try to understand the words.
“C’mon, that’s right, stay right there. Good girl.”
Those words make you gasp, and your thoughts start to stray in unwanted directions. The words continue to be said, and you wish that you wouldn’t have disobeyed Harry yesterday. You wish you were better for him, because now someone else is pleasing him, like you were supposed to. Your heart sinks as you race to the back door, and open it as fast as you can.
“Harry!” You say as you slam the door open, startling Harry from what he was doing. Only his lower half is visible, the other being concealed by the wall. He comes from the corner and sees you, tears running down your cheeks, and your stuffed animal in one hand.
“Baby?”
That sinking feeling immediately vanishes when you see Harry.
“You’re up.” Harry says, casually holding two Calico cats in both hands. He’s smiling awkwardly and wide, waiting for you to give him a response. You can’t, you just stand there, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.
“B-but you said-”
“Forget what I said, baby. S’not what I meant.” Harry interrupts you, and speaks softly so you know he’s not angry with you about last night. He sets the cats down in the crate that you have no idea where he got it from, and brings his attention to you.
“Was out since like four AM tryna find that cat again. Turns out he has a sis-”
Harry’s cut off by you rushing into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can.
“Thank you so much, Harry!”
“You’re welcome, Baby. Both kept running off, it took so long just to grab them-”
“I love you, I love you, I love you!” You say, voice muffled into his chest. You feel the vibration in his chest as he laughs. He takes a handful of your hair in his fist and slightly pulls it back just enough for you to look up at him.
“You know I love you too. But disobeying me isn’t the way to get what you want.”
You silently shudder to yourself and try to avoid thinking about how you behaved yesterday. You’re surprised Harry’s not even mad anymore. Usually when you act out, he’s not so forgiving this quick.
“I know I wasn’t the best yesterday either,” Harry starts, his voice low as he admits what he was doing wrong.
“Shouldn’t have scolded you like that. I know you just don’t know any better and yelling at you wasn’t the answer. Just made my baby cry.”
Staring up at Harry, who’s visibly upset with what he’s done, you step up in your tippy toes to kiss him gently on the forehead.
“I’m okay, Harry. I-I shouldn’t have ran into the street-” With your gaze completely avoiding Harry’s stare, you try hard to finish your sentence without sobbing.
“And I’m really, really s-”
“I know, Kitten.”
“Huh?” You ask, still avoiding Harry’s gaze at you.
“I know you’re sorry, Baby..”
Harry pauses, as he doesn’t know wether to tell you this, or just leave it as something only he knows.
“You were crying in your sleep..” Harry fights the urge to look down too. He knows if he wouldn’t have been so harsh in you about Mittens in the first place, you would’ve never acted out, and Harry has known you long enough to know that you don’t know any better.
“Poor baby was cryin’ in her sleep.. I’ve never felt more shame in my life. How could I make such a sweet girl cry?” Harry speaks, more to himself than to you, as he looks off into the backyard, and than back towards you.
“I’m so, so, sorry..” You say in a whisper, almost choking the horrible feeling rising in your throat.
“Mm,” Harry mumbles, taking his hand and caressing you cheek with it to get you to calm down, as he sees you’re already out of breath with emotion. You can’t help but shudder at his new stern tone when he starts talking again.
“Understand that you have to be careful, Y/n. I know I made the mistake of just scolding you, and yelling at you, but when you ran into the street..”
Harry pauses.
“You know I would be lost without you.” He takes another pause, like he knows once he starts talking he won’t be able to stop until it’s all out. But he decides, that’s okay. As long as you know how vital you are.
“There quite literally is no other you. I-I can't replace you, Y/n. And I know I'm an ass, and I’m arrogant and annoying ninety percent of the time, but, know that you're all I have. You have to be careful, Y/n. Jus' be careful for me, alright? Jus' bear that in mind.”
Harry’s voice remains in a low rhythm. Cool fingertips slide across your cheek as he takes in every detail of your face, his gaze full of longing and remorse. And, as you saw for the first time before, fear.
You don't realize that when you glance up at Harry, another melancholy expression has crept upon your face, and tears have risen in your eyes. Harry’s own eyes dilate at you, and he smooths his thumb across your furrowed brow.
“You’re not in trouble, baby. S’okay.”
Harry’s eyes flicker back and forth between yours, and he gently leans in to kiss your nose. The kiss was so light and sweet, like the kiss of a butterfly, making you feel warm inside.
“Don’t you wanna play with your kittens?” Harry asks, his voice light and inviting. You immediately nod your head frantically, as if you couldn’t wait any longer. Sitting down on the grass, you grab both cats and sit them in your lap. The boy immediately begins to cherish you, waving his tail in your face and purring. The girl, however, isn’t too fond of you yet. She turns away from you, and wanders the backyard.
“What’re you gonna name them?” Harry asks, grabbing a chair and sitting down in front of you. You pause at his question, trying your hardest to think of names that suit these cats.
“I dunno. This one will be Mittens,” You start, scratching under the cat’s chin, making him purr and his eyes dilate.
“Because when we found each other, he was chewing on a blue mitten!”
Harry couldn’t help but laugh at you, because you were so happy now that you got what you wanted. He knows he can’t always continue to spoil you, but when your his good girl (he won’t admit it, but even when you’re bad), he can never say no.
“And the girl?”
“She’ll be.. she’ll be..” The words don’t come out. Your fuzzy little brain, only filled with excitement, just gives up. Harry gives a sympathetic pout at your confusion before speaking.
“S’fine baby, you can decide later. Wanna bring ‘‘em inside?”
Whipping your neck up at Harry, your eyes go big at the opportunity you never thought you’d have.
“Yes!! Thank you so much!!” You say, practically screaming at how excited you are. You begin to pick up Mittens, but you stop once you hear Harry’s voice.
“Woah, before you go, what’re you forgetting?”
A gasp escapes your mouth at Harry’s sudden harsh tone. His face is completely straight, with not a hint of emotion. Your brain goes crazy at what you could’ve forgotten this time. Looking at Harry only made it worse for you, as he’s sitting back on the chair with his legs spread wide, green eyes locked on yours. You take him in, looking at every part of him, until you just.. move.
Practically jumping in to Harry’s lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his soft, plump lips. His eyes go wide at you, but quickly close as he feels he feels your mouth move with his. He tried to keep the kiss going for longer, but he couldn’t contain his laughter, and you couldn’t either. Even you are surprised at your sudden confidence.
“Haha, good girl! That’s not what I meant, but good girl. Was talkin’ about the crates, baby. Gotta take responsibility.” Answering with an obedient nod, you wrap your arms more tightly around Harry’s neck. You and Harry kiss a few more times, before he gently taps the side of your thighs as a signal for you to hop off his lap. When you do, Harry grabs the girl cat, and you grab Mittens.
You head back towards the door, Harry letting you in first. You reach the living room and begin to set Mittens down, but pause and look for Harry. You give him a pleading look, your eyes asking him if it’s okay to let the cats play here.
He gives you a small nod of approval, smiling at how obedient you’re being. You set down Mittens, and Harry sets down the girl cat. As soon as Mitten’s paws hit the floor, he wanders around curiously with his sister. You watch them go for a few moments before following them.
“Wait up, Mittens!” You say, as if he can understand you. Mittens watches you catch up, and you gently pick him up in your arms. Sitting back down, you place Mittens in your lap again and begin to pet his soft fur. Once you scratch underneath his chin, he closes his eyes and purrs, leaning into your touch.
Now sitting on the couch, Harry is just staring at the kitten and you. How could he have deprived you of something like this? You look so happy with the kitten, and the feeling of guilt begins to rise in him the more he looks at you. Regardless of how Harry acted earlier, happiness and contentment is all he could want for you. There’s no doubt that you’re spoiled, though. You always get what you want from Harry eventually, and he wonders if you knew that this whole time.
Harry laughs gently to himself at the sight of your smile and the sound of your giggles. You look up at him, his gaze locked on you and the kitten as he remains leaned back on the couch.
“What ya lookin at, Harry?” You ask between enthusiastic giggles.
“M’ lookin at my girl, my spoiled girl. Who told you that you can get whatever you want, hm? Was that my doing?”
With you and Harry’s gazes still locked on each other’s, you laugh before answering, as you pet Mittens.
“It’s all your fault, Harry!”
“Right, baby. S’all my fault.” Harry responds, getting off the couch and beginning to sit down on the floor next to you. He pauses midway so he can kiss your head gently. You pat the spot next to you so Harry can sit, and the girl cat, who’s done wandering now, warily makes her way towards Harry.
The girl cat hesitates for a moment before tentatively biting and chewing on his index finger, still not particularly amused. He takes the opportunity to touch her again, and when he does, she immediately begins purring and meowing in response to the touch. Harry and you both chuckle at her response.
Even with the little time Harry’s spent with the kittens, he can understand what made you want them so badly. The way you purr when you get what you want, the way you whine when you don’t, and how you’re constantly begging for his attention all reminds him of a kitten. That’s why he began calling you one in the first place.
“Reminds me of someone.”
“Who?” You ask, voice high and curious. Harry doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words before speaking.
“Who’s my Kitten?”
When you don’t answer right away, Harry repeats his question.
“Who’s my good little Kitten?”
You answer with a wide, gushing smile, holding Mittens up to your cheeks as you do.
“S’ right, Baby. Now you got some Kittens of your own. Think you’re ready? It’s a really big respons-”
Harry accidentally cuts himself off with a yawn, tiredly ruffling his hair as he does. He blinks his eyes a few times too, not being able to see clearly.
“M’ sorry, Baby. Like I said, only slept like thirty minutes yesterday. I’m gonna stay up and watch you play, though, alright? Don’t wanna miss this.”
You nod unseemly, continuing to play with your new kitties, while Harry takes a seat back on the couch. The way that Mittens loves on you makes you feel so warm and happy. You get easily lost in your happiness, and time just slips from your mind.
Your head shoots up when you hear soft snores come from above you. Harry lays fallen back against the couch, and his mouth slightly open as he breathes heavily. His hair is ruffled completely, and his brows are creased with discomfort.
Gently and quietly, you set Mittens down and tip toe towards Harry. You bring a gentle hand towards his cheek, slightly rubbing him so he wakes up.
Harry’s eyes shoot up at you, and across the living room as he processes where he is.
“F-fuck, I’m sorry, Baby. I thought I could-”
“Harry,” You interrupt, a frown appearing on your face, which contagiously gives Harry one too, at the sight of yours. You’re visibly upset, because you know the lengths Harry will go through to make sure you always get what you want. The fact that he’ll stay up just to watch you play makes you feel even more guilty.
“You have to sleep,” You say in a low whisper, being mindful of how sleepy Harry is. He slowly makes his way off the couch, stopping and yawning before completely getting up. You two begin to head up the stairs, but you stop once you see Mittens and his sister carefully follow behind you.
“I know you don’t want them on the bed, but can we at least bring the crates in the room so they won’t be lonely?” You beg as politely as you can, mentally cringing at the thought of Harry saying no. You won’t cry though, because you know you’ve asked a lot of Harry today.
“What?” You hear Harry say, his voice deep, and almost incoherent with sleepiness. "No, leave the crates," and your stomach drops. Despite your disappointment, you start to let it go as you look down.
“They can sleep with us.” Harry grabs both cats, who were silently cleaning each other below you. Mentally throwing a party, you smile gratefully and begin to walk up the stairs with Harry and the cats.
After Harry places the cats on your large, plush bed, he begins changing out of the clothing he was still wearing from yesterday. The cats immediately begin to explore, delicately pulling at the covers with their claws. You assist Harry with changing his clothes because he was too worn out to manage it himself. He initially resisted a little, insisting he was alright, but after repeatedly stumbling and swearing, he gave up.
“Look at you, takin’ care of me for a change,” Harry smirks at you followed by a yawn, while you giggle.
“Mm, thank you, Baby.” When you’re done, Harry grants you with a kiss on the nose as a thank you.
Once you’re finished, you and Harry crawl in bed together, and Harry brings you up close to his chest, kissing your head just before his eyes flutter shut.
“Are you happy, Y/n?” He asks, voice getting husky with sleepiness.
“Mhm! I love you so much. I still can’t believe I have Mittens!” You say, not being able to contain the excitement in your voice. Harry only laughs lightly, kissing your head once more.
“Mm… Good. Than so am I.”
With you in Harry’s chest, Mittens laying by your shoulder, and his sister laying by your feet, you and Harry begin to fall into slumber. You couldn’t be any happier.
A/N~ what should the female cat’s name be?🐈 i hope you enjoyed, and please leave name suggestions if you want to. <3 thanks for reading! and yes, ruin part 2 is coming very very soon. like sooner than soon, lol.
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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years
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When you just want to read some fluff or angst but the only thing you can find is smut:
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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic
I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:
Johnny Depp- All his characters
Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis
Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz
Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles
The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!
Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!
The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.
Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)
NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!
Hamilton
Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)
Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!
Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!
Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!
AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)
Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!
SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)
WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!
Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!
Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA
MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!
Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.
Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!
Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!
Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.
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The Bear
FBI (All)
Vinnie Hacker
Tiktokers
Blue Bloods
Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics
Slashers
Stranger Things
Dave Lizewski
Eddie Redmayne
Macgyver (2016)
Fresh Prince of Belair
Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?
On My Block
Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!
Matt Rife
Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!
The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader
Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.
Walker Texas Ranger (1993)
Top Gun
Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are
Dolan Twins
Mission Impossible
Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics
Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher
Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more
Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)
River Phoenix
Batman Beyond
Rider Strong
Danny Gonzalez
Timothée Chalamet
New York Undercover
Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)
Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)
Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.
Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.
Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳
DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!
Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.
Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader
Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)
Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!
Vikings - There are a good amount but still!
Transformers
Suits
Saved By The Bell
The Goldbergs
Parks & Recreation
Leverage
The Outsiders
Heart of Stone
New York Undercover (1994)
Addams Family
Victorious
Matpat
ICarly
The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)
Think Like A Man (2012)
One on One (2001)
Scorpion (2014)
The King of Queens (1998)
G.I. Joe Franchise
Terminator
Beware the Batman (2013)
Any and all Asian Idols/Actors
Seal Team
Mortal Combat
Bill and Ted
Barbie
Detroit: Become Human
Will Trent
Tokyo Vice
Growing Pains
Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]
The Regime
If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!
Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.
Also tag black writers who you want to see this!
@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle
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eviesaurusrex · 1 year
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»kinda pt. 2 to this little request but it’s not required to read this now«
summary: After getting rid of every contraception method they ever used, Harry and YN finally start trying for a baby while enjoying their time in Australia.
word count: 7.3k (whoopsie)
warnings: +18 content, MDNI (I mean it), oral sex (both receiving), p in v, fluff, sweet lovemaking, loads of praises, some dirty talk, Harry has a breeding kink, and they’re both a bit possessive (not even sorry), sweet, fluffy aftercare, mentions of anxiety and future talk, mentions of pregnancy tests and being pregnant, pov always kinda jumping between YN and Harry because I obviously can’t stick to one, not 100% proofread
author’s note: This is my first ever full-on smut piece, so be gentle with me. I’m trying my best, okay? But I just couldn’t help myself, so I had to write this. Plus, I saw the pictures and gifs of Harry during his Australian shows, and he looks so damn happy there, so that certainly was another reason to write this. I don’t use the taglist this time because of the prominent 18+ topic.
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Impatiently, YN sat on the edge of the ridiculously large king-size bed their hotel suite was practically dominated by, eyes jumping between the door to the grand bathroom, in which Harry took a well-deserved shower after another exceptional show, and the phone in her restless hands, showing their shared cycle tracker. Ever since their lengthy talk right after Christmas about their future and the family planning they might wanted to start sooner rather than later, YN had abandoned every protection method in use and had gifted Gemma the several unopened packs of condoms waiting on their bathroom shelves and in their nightstand drawers.
What could she say? Harry and her always heavily indulged in the passion as soon as it came upon them—they probably had fucked on every possible surface in their shared homes. Even the floor of the several rooms they owned wasn’t unscathed.
A grin tucked at her lips as YN thought about the many risky escapades they continuously had found themselves in after a glass of wine too many in the hours prior to them, and almost fell off the bed as the door suddenly opened without warning, letting a steamy Harry back into the bedroom. The woman, already dressed in a too-large, on-her-body-hanging t-shirt of his and ready for a cozy night in bed with some Netflix, jumped from the edge she had been perched on the entire time since her phone had alarmed her of the day right after turning off the Do not disturb mode she always used during his shows. Wide eyes looked over to an only barely dried-off man, steam evaporating behind him into the warm air of their shared suite, the balcony doors widely opened to let in the fresh breeze of a beautiful Sydney night, the salty smell of the ocean mixing with the heavy scents of his favorite shower gel and shampoo.
YN couldn’t press a single word out of her abruptly constricted throat, her vocal cords twisting at the delicious, quite unexpected sight in front of her. Her eyes jumped from his handsome as-ever face over his exposed broad chest and chiseled abs, down over his veiny arms to his sexy hands—she was a weak woman, and she adored his hands to an unhealthy extent—in one he held his phone, showing the same screen she had faced for over fifteen minutes of agonizingly building anticipation of what might come tonight.
Harry’s eyes had already settled onto her own hand, holding her own phone before jumping back up to her face, cocking one perfect eyebrow before a lazy, teasing smirk made its appearance, letting him seem even more handsome than he already was. “You should’ve joined me in that shower, love,” he stated, turning off the light behind him. He walked through the room, his feet making almost no sound on the stone floor, coming closer and closer to her already overheating body. With a dry swallow, YN softly shrugged her shoulders. “Thought you could use the downtime, y’know?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she felt her heartbeat picking up, jumping even as Harry finally stopped right in front of her, right in arms reach. He cocked his head to one sight and watched her closely, eyebrows now gently furrowed in loving worry. “We don’t have to do this tonight, darlin’. We can easily wait for next month, or the month after, or even the month after that one if you think we should wait a bit more. I’ll do whatever you’re most comfortable with, y’know that, don’t you? I would never pressure you into this, no matter how many alarms we’ve set in the past because we thought we’d be ready.” His voice had lost the teasing, almost feral undertone and only left space for the man who would always put his woman first, no matter what.
Stretching her hand out, YN took the phone out of Harry’s and threw both devices onto the armchair next to the bed where her concert outfit lay, entirely forgotten, and letting her hands cup his face tenderly. He wrapped her into his arms straight away, pulling her body flush against his, and watched the woman he loved while she watched him just as closely. She let her fingertips glide over his skin, gently caressing his cheek, his neck, before burrowing them in the short, curly hair at the nape of his neck. Instantly, she could feel something twitch against her stomach, and with a small grin, YN tucked at his hair a second time, tickling a silent groan out of him.
“I know you would bring me the stars if I ever asked for them, but tonight, I want you to ravish me. I want you to fuck me as hard and best as possible. I only want to be able to moan your name because that’s the only thing on my mind,” YN whispered, lips barely touching, and moaned as Harry pressed them together, kissing her with a moan escaping himself. She could feel his strong, long fingers wandering from the curve of her hips over her spine to wrap them around her neck, letting her soft strands glide between them before gently winding them around his fist. With already heavy breaths escaping them, Harry ended the kiss by pulling his head jerkingly back and exposed YN’s soft neck with all the tender spots he had learned to know like the back of his mind, pulling softly at her hair still wrapped around his fist and bent his head impatiently.
With a deep, satisfied moan escaping them both, the man littered the skin soft like silk with even softer kisses, nibbling at the one spot right under her chin, definitely leaving his first mark for the night on her, before moving his lips to the next spot he knew she loved. “Fuck,” YN whispered into the void of their suite as Harry bit her neck right underneath her ear, feeling how the wetness between her thighs pooled even more in her already soaked panties—just as always when Harry had his hands, and lips, on her. “Feeling good already, darlin’?” The woman felt his whispered question more than she heard it and nodded, desperation clear in that one, quick movement, her fingers tucking urgently at his strands, moving his mouth off her neck and back to her own, hungrily awaiting his lips. With the other hand, YN reached for his, still resting on her hips where his fingers pressed into the soft flesh and the fabric of one of his shirts to move it right where she needed him most.
His chuckle was deep and held the familiar sound of utter satisfaction, and it was almost embarrassing how her body reacted to that sound.
“Oh, love,” Harry mumbled into the next kiss, but YN interrupted him with her fingers gripping between his thighs, wrapping them around his hard member and giving him a few short strokes before she got way too agitated and pulled at the white towel resting lowly on his hips. She giggled at the sound of Harry’s groan as soon as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock again, a thumb teasingly nudging the leaking tip, while she could feel his own fingers moving between her thighs. He knew how to play her body like a symphony, so it wasn’t a surprise as one of his long fingers slid through her wet folds, parting them to gain better access to all the right spots before putting more and more pressure onto her aching clit and tickling whimper after whimper out of her mouth. “Yeah, I know, love. S’feels so good, doesn’t it? Already so warm and wet and ready for me, darlin’. What a fucking good girl you are for me.” She really tried to bite back on a few of her desperate-sounding moans, but Harry’s relentless finger, teasing her clit without pause, even pushed her to only hold onto his cock without moving an inch, preventing anything like that. “Nah, don’t do that, love,” he grinned and nudged YN to stare into his pretty eyes through heavy lids. “Wanna hear every single one of those sweet sounds you only make for me. You know what you’re doing to me with them, making me fucking feral for you, always. Wanna hear how good I make you feel, can you do that for me? Yeah?”
With another breathy whimper, YN nodded, head almost floating in the pleasure. Harry smiled at the short movement and kissed her deeply before moving his hands to cup her ass and lift her up as easily as a feather, carrying her to the soft mattress. He sat her back on the edge and peppered YN’s face with kisses while his hands swiftly picked up the hem of his shirt and threw the annoying piece of fabric onto the ground in his back, his eyes already wandering up and down over the body of this living artwork right in front of him. YN leaned on her elbows, breasts heaving with every labored intake of breath, thighs rubbing against each other to release the still building-up tension. Harry sank to his knees, eyes never leaving her pretty face, hands gripping her calves and spreading her legs, gaining access to where he wanted to be just as badly as she wanted him there. “Always so beautiful for me.” Words were mumbled against the skin of her left knee from which he worked himself upwards—kissing every inch of soft exposed skin until Harry was faced with the most soaked panties he had ever witnessed since their first night together in her small apartment in London, surrounded by too many candles to still be save.
YN’s scent enveloped and invaded his senses entirely, and Harry couldn't contain the deep in his chest rumbling moan slipping over his lips as he pressed featherlike kisses to the drenched fabric he adored on his woman in every shape and form possible. He could feel the flood of precum dripping over his tip and running down his thick, veiny shaft at the first taste of her. “Fucking soaked for me, darlin’. Someone is eager.” Another set of kisses followed these words, tickling whimper and moan after whimper and moan out of YN, and he couldn't wait for a second longer before he pulled down the wet fabric covering her delicious pussy he intended to devour whole.
His cock twitched at that thought.
Putting both her thighs over his broad shoulders, the singer hummed in deeply felt pleasure as the tip of his tongue started to move between her lips, slowly opening for him, inviting him, luring him in. And he was a weak man when it came to the woman in front of him, spread open and vulnerable, only for him to see her in that state.
Even after years, Harry didn’t take it for granted, and it fueled him with utter satisfaction and something more… primal.
“Fuck, you taste so good for me, darlin’. Always so fucking sweet,” he praised her with his tongue still between her opened lips, tasting her and drinking her in. He never got enough of her—not of her taste, not of the sounds she made, not of the way her body moved for him. “But it’s different today, isn’t it? Even sweeter. All ready for me and my cock, aren’t you? So eager to get fucked and filled up.” Those last words were muffled by her soaking pussy because Harry dove right into it, his need to make her feel even better too urgent, too all-consuming.
Tongue licking from the bottom of her lips up to that little, hidden pearl he may love more than YN did, or maybe not, according to the sounds she suddenly let out as his lips wrapped around it after teasing it for only a second with the tip of his eager tongue. His mouth sucked and tasted her, his tongue nudged and teased, his teeth nibbled and tortured her until the cock between his legs ached and begged for just a tiny form of release. But he wasn’t able to move, even if Harry wanted to, because YN’s thighs had wrapped around his head and held him right where he was. He wouldn’t have left until she had experienced her first of hopefully many orgasms tonight anyway. Harry was nothing but an eager pleaser for his girl, just as YN was for him, and the prospect of one of her otherworldly blowjobs with those delicious lips made him moan even louder around her pulsing clit, while two of his fingers slowly buried themselves into her leaking and twitching pussy.
“Tha’ so good, darlin’? Yeah? Letting all those people out there know who you belong to, hm? Haven’t even properly started taking care of tha’ sweet, little cunt of yours, love. Bu’ keep goin’, lovie. Keep being a good girl for me, and enjoy yourself on my fingers and tongue. Y’love tha’, don’t ya? C’mon, baby, let me hear how much y’love it.”
He could sit in front of her and talk dirty to her without even touching a single inch of her body, and YN knew she would cum on the spot. But this, this was so much better.
With a breathy moan, one of many, she pushed herself slightly back up on her arm, stretching a hand out for him, and buried her fingers into his soft locks. Her eyes were heavy from lust and the impending orgasm she already felt building up slowly, but still, she locked eyes with Harry, moaning again at the tasty sight in between her thighs.
Only mere hours earlier, he had sung for every single one of his fans, but now, he only belonged to her. It was an exhilarating thought and almost pushed her over the edge.
Wetting her lips with her tongue, YN sucked in a shaky breath as Harry sucked harder on her aching clit and made her feel every tuck of his mouth through her entire body. “Feels so good, H, so fucking good. You’re the only one w-who makes me feel this good, makes me so wet, turns me into a mess. Fucking hell.” She let her head fall back, eyes closing, and moved her hips against his mouth, increasing the pressure on her clit, pushing his perfect fingers deeper inside her. “’m only yours, H. Was ever only yours, from the first moment, from the first time you said my name. Oh god, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. Right there, fuck.” Turning her into an incoherent mess was an easy task for him, YN knew that, and still, it always amazed her. She looked back down at him while moan after moan left her mouth, couldn’t rip her eyes off him, not even when he started to suck harder on her clit. He between her legs, eating her out, was nothing more than a piece of art. “Cum for me, love. C’mon, make me proud and cum for me,” Harry whispered between sucking and thrusting his fingers deeper and faster into her tight pussy, angling them just right to hit that spot over and over again. YN didn’t know where upside and down were as the orgasm that had built up ever since Harry had started his delicious torture finally snapped like a rubber band inside of her and turned her into a moaning mess while her ears still picked up on the words he spoke between softer licks and kisses and in between moaning his name for the world to hear. “That’s it, good girl. C’mon, just a bit more. Yeah, that’s it. Bloody hell, y’did so well for me. My perfect girl.”
After a few moments, YN could feel how her legs got softly opened, unwrapped by his loving hands, and felt the mattress dip right beside her as Harry climbed into bed, pressing his body right against hers as she still came down from the otherworldly bliss. Kisses were pressed against her shoulder and onto her face, fingers gently caressing over slightly damp skin, letting goosebumps return once more. Blinking, the blissed-out woman looked up at the man next to her and returned the smile with the same intensity. “Back with me, darlin’?” A nod followed the question before YN rolled on Harry and kissed him, letting her tongue glide over his full bottom lip while she felt his rock-hard cock pressed against her thigh, desperate for some attention. “’m not the only eager one, am I?” She grinned, and Harry chuckled but gasped for air as her fingertips slowly glided from the base of his shaft to the wet tip of his cock, feeling it twitch against her skin. YN kissed him once more and wrapped her hand around him, only barely able to reach around with her fingers, and hummed, satisfied, at the deep moan Harry let out into the kiss. “Wanna make you feel good, baby,” she whispered between soft pecks of their lips, nearly whimpering at the thought of pleasing him. “Wanna make you feel so fucking good. Is that okay?”
One of his hands nestled into the curve of her neck to press a hard kiss to her lips, swallowing the moan escaping him again. “Please, fuck, yes, whatever you want, love.” Another small grin stretched over YN’s face, covering his chin and neck in tender kisses before moving lower and lower, working her way over the expanse of his chest, tucking at one of his nipples with her teeth and giggled as Harry arched his back a bit. She felt his hand clench and unclench, still resting on her neck, his thumb softly stroking over her skin. “You’re so pretty, love,” YN mumbled against the skin of his stomach, following the mountains and valleys of his abs with the tip of her tongue, alternating between licks and kisses. “You’re the most handsome and loving man this earth has ever seen, and I’m the lucky one to call you mine,” she continued, kissing his left hipbone before moving to the right, but leaving out the angry red tip of his cock stretching its way towards her. “I’m the luckiest woman on this planet, y’know tha’? Only because you chose me over all the others. Never gonna take that for granted, my love. I’ll cherish you forever and ever.”
Gently, she bit into the skin of his pelvis but couldn’t move further because suddenly, Harry pulled her up as he sat up, legs spread deliciously wide, and kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth and conquering every part of it. Fingers clung to one another, burrowing and holding, caressing and gripping. “Bloody hell, I love you so much,” Harry breathlessly whispered, making YN smile softly. “Just as much as I love you,” she returned with another tender kiss. “Can I continue now, though? I finally wanna taste you. Wanted tha’ since I saw you in the dressing room in those tight jeans. You have such a pretty ass, baby. Wanted to bite it and push my hand in the back pocket, so everyone could’ve seen that I’m the only one allowed to touch you like that.” YN meant every single word, not only because Harry always looked like the tastiest snack on earth but also because she expressed her love primarily through acts of physical affection. Gladly, Harry was just the same.
“‘Been checking me out, baby?” Harry grinned, but the grin soon disappeared as his mouth parted in utter bliss. Her hand got a tighter grip around his cock, his skin burning against hers, and while she felt that one thick vein pulsing heavily against her palm, YN moved back to one of her favorite spots—right between his legs, her eyes never leaving his.
She held his gaze captive like a goddess at her first arrival on earth, captivating every living creature. Her eyes alone made him moan softly, his hand wandering back to her, cupping her cheek. Harry didn’t even let his head fall back into his neck as her lips touched his aching cock, even though he felt the urge to revel in that feeling—but watching YN was much better and almost made him cum on the spot.
He watched how her lips pressed open-mouthed kisses from his heavy balls over the entirety of the underside of his shaft, feeling her tongue play with the prominent vein running alongside it, observing her tongue as it got more and more visible the closer she got to his leaking tip. Harry couldn’t contain a single moan leaving his mouth, his thumb started to caress the skin over her cheekbone lovingly, his lips parted and his breath hitching in his throat at the moment of her kitten-licking the underside of his sensitive mushroom tip. Groaning, Harry let his head hang down and took a deep breath in but kept watching YN, entirely mesmerized by the view in front of him. She started gently sucking on him, and he moaned just as much as she did as he felt the vibration of her sounds echoing through his cock and his entire body, teasing and working him up even more. His hips jerked upwards, and Harry felt as if he would lose his mind with more of his cock covered by her warm mouth and the pressure of her perfect lips wrapped around his member, pushing him to whimper quietly.
“YNN…,” he couldn’t stop from moaning her name in that desperate tone. Instantly, he felt her sucking stop and opened his closed eyes, looking down at her again, locking gazes with her. Harry let the pad of his thumb stroke over her cheek and chin again. “Don’t tease me, don’t stop, don’t torture me. Barely can stop myself from jus’ taking you, l-love.” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before YN started sucking again, harder and deeper this time, swallowing almost every inch of his impressive length, her stroking hand taking care of the few inches she couldn’t quite fit. But it didn’t matter because Harry reveled in the warm and wet, literally perfect feeling of her sucking mouth, the alternating pressure of her lips when she moved up and down his thick, demanding cock, the swirl of her perfect little tongue around his messy head, leaking precum all over it. Her moans gave him the rest every time she tasted the salty drops trickling out of his slit to which she tended special care, always letting her tongue kitten-lick it, letting her lips close around it to suck the living daylights out of him. Harry was a moaning mess underneath her magic mouth, thrusting his pelvis up into her mouth and apologizing with deep, rumbling but breathy whispers when he made her gag around his cock by mere impatience and thoughtlessness.
Only a few more of her sucks was he able to endure before Harry pushed his hand into her neck anew and roughly pulled her with a deep “Bloody hell, woman” up, straight to his lips. They crashed against each other, and Harry was fast to grab her soft hips with both hands, pulling her closer to him and only stopped when he finally felt her peaking nipples pressed against his chest and her dripping pussy hovering over his cock, already teasing the tip with those perfect wet lips, hugging him.
“You want that, love? You wanna get filled up by me? Filled up by my cock and my thick cum? Wanna get all full and round with my babies, pretty girl? Wanna finally make me a daddy?” His voice sent shivers down her spine, deep and husky with all the lust and feral need he felt, and embarrassingly, YN felt how her pussy dripped down onto his mushroom tip, soaking him with her own need. All she could do was nod quickly and jerkingly, already losing the ability to move her body. But Harry couldn’t leave it at that. YN felt how he gently took her chin between his fingers and forced her to look at him, moving their foreheads apart. “C’mon, love. I know you can be my good girl.” She felt how a soft whimper left her lips and wanted to hide her face at his neck for being so needy and whiny, but instead, she cupped Harry’s face with both hands and moved her hips slowly to tease his cock right underneath her. “Need you to fill me up. Need you to fuck me full of your cum, so I can carry your pretty babies, Harry. Want to make you a dad, wan’to have all your babies, fuck, want to spend the rest of my life with you, love.” YN felt as if she needed to cry in a few seconds with all the emotions bubbling up inside her, but Harry pulled her flush against his chest again, forcing their lips to crash against each other, and entered with one quick thrust into her, stretching her so good and deliciously that she didn’t want to hold back the screaming moan.
The opened windows weren’t on their mind any longer.
His moan in her ears was better than every song he could ever write for her. How he let his head fall backward with closed eyes and parted lips was more beautiful than any sculpture of the old masters combined.
She couldn’t get enough of him and the noises he made because of her, so she started to move on top of him, both arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders and neck now, letting her hips circle his cock, stretching herself further and further with every deeper hitting thrust. Harry’s hands wandered over her body and grabbed her hips again, supporting her thrusting movements, pulling her even further down until he was buried with every inch inside her warm, him tightly gripping pussy. “Tha’s it, love. Fuck, you feel incredible. Gosh, so fucking good. So tight and warm around me. Didn’t want me to leave that tight cunt again, don’t you? Holding onto me like a damn vice, bloody fucking hell.”
With that, Harry switched their position as easily as getting up from a chair, pressing YN down into the mattress, and wrapping her legs around his waist again. Her hands rested on his abs while he started to fuck into her—every thrust grew bolder and harder before he slowed down again to let his hips circle and his pelvis rub against her clit, letting YN arch her back against his body. “I love you, love you so much, H. More than anything,” she almost sobbed through the fog of pleasure, hands gliding over his chest and clasped them behind his neck, her fingers tangling into his soft locks and pulling him down to her, kissing him with every ounce of love she held for him. “I know, darlin’. God, you’re the best thing in my life, y’know tha’, right? The best fucking thing. Making my days always so bright and joyful, letting me feel like floating on a freaking cloud, baby. Can’t wait to call you my wife, the mother of my children. Oh god, you’re everything.” YN moaned at his lips as he stilled, deep inside her, feeling his cock twitch once, twice, before he moved again, so much slower this time.
His hand on her neck and his thumb caressing her jawline made her open her eyes again, moaning and whimpering softly as he hit that spot perfectly, over and over again. And with that came another building-up orgasm, making her clench around his throbbing, thrusting cock, pushing her to wrap her legs tighter around his hips, her fingers burying themselves deeper into Harry’s soft strands, tucking gently at them and making him choke on another moan. He grunted above her, eyes never leaving hers or her face, always staring down at her, taking her in. With every kiss, they drank each other in before Harry turned his attention to her breasts, still fucking her slowly into the mattress, his lips gently wrapped around her right nipple and started to suck and softly bite on it. “They’ll be so full, m’love,” Harry whisper-moaned between kisses. “So full after I’ve cum deep inside and bred you, lovie. Can’t fucking wait for it.”
With every word leaving his mouth, every syllable whispered against her skin, YN grew wetter and wetter, arching in his direction, pressing her hips into his, following his thrusts. “I’ll keep you pregnant, darlin’ because I already know I’ll love every second of it. Will worship you even more than I already do, praising the ground you’re walking on, never letting you out of my sight because I’ll be fucking obsessed with you. You’ve already bewitched me, love, how is this even possible, fuck.” YN had to giggle between a whimper and a moan, making Harry chuckle against her right breast as well before he came back up and kissed her longingly, nudging her lips apart with his eager tongue, teasing hers, moaned into her mouth as he buried his cock as deeply as possible in her clenching and twitching pussy.
A hand wandered from her neck over her breasts, down over her stomach, and right between them. Fingers started teasing, gently circling her clit, and letting YN throw her head back into the pillows, gasping for air as the impending orgasm came closer and closer. “I want you to cum for me again, darlin’. Want you to cum for me so I can fill your tight little cunt up with my thick cum. Let me breed you, love. Let me make you a pretty mommy. C’mon, lovie, c‘mon. I know you want it. Y’want it just as badly as I do.” Harry didn’t let go of her and continued to fuck into her, never letting go of her clit, always teasing more out of it. “Oh, shit,” YN whimpered, one hand gripping the pillow next to her while she pressed the other onto her mouth, screwed her eyes shut, and let her head fall back once more. It only lasted for a few seconds because she needed to see him, needed to see his face when he’d finally released inside her, realizing that they might have made a baby together.
“Please, Harry. Fuck. Please,” she whimpered against his lips after he had bent down to her again and pressed loving kisses to them, begging him for everything she wanted. “Use your… fuck… use your words, baby,” he moaned above her, steadying himself with a hand right next to her face, using the perfect angle to hit as deeply as physically possible. “Please—oh god—cum inside me, Harry. Need you to cum inside me and fill me with your cum, need t-to carry your babies. ‘s all I ever wanted.” YN could feel how his thrusts became harder and more uncoordinated with every passing moment after her whimpered pleads, how his finger moved a bit harder and faster on her slightly overworked clit, pushing her to feel the orgasm rolling towards her like a breaking wave. “Good girl. My good, pretty girl,” Harry breathlessly mumbled against the corner of her mouth, their foreheads touching and their eyes locked into one another. “Need you to cum for me, darlin’. I can barely hold it any longer. Wanna cum deep inside you, but I need you to cum first, okay, love?”
Only mere heartbeats later, YN felt her second orgasm approaching and screamed his name for everyone to hear, begging him to keep going, to stop, to get her pregnant, she wasn’t sure. She only remembered the expression on his face as her cunt clenched around him, gripped onto his twitching cock, and as he filled her with a deep, almost feral-sounding moan and kissed her like a man possessed.
***
“There you go, love.” Harry’s voice and tender touches pulled YN back out of her trance after orgasm number five. He knelt between her legs, a warm, wet washcloth in hand, and gently cleaned the remnants of their third—and last—round off her thighs. He pressed a kiss to her knee after he had made sure that nothing sticky was left but got a hold of her left hand where he had put his ring. “I know you’re probably worn out”—YN raised a brow at that and tickled a soft laugh out of him—“but I think it would be better if you’d come with me to the bathroom. Just a quick wash under the shower, nothing long, maybe a quick go to the loo. Sounds lovely, doesn’t it?”
Sighing, YN let Harry pull her up to her feet with both hands and leaned tiredly into his still-naked side. “Bu’ only because you’re pretty and because I love you,” she mumbled and closed her eyes at the feeling of one of his forehead kisses she always craved. “Sure thing, darlin’. Thank you.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he led her into the bathroom and prepared the shower while she indeed used the toilet before joining him under the refreshing stream of water. With Harry in her back, YN felt his hands sneaking around her body and resting them on her lower stomach, a thumb gently caressing the wet skin there. With a soft smile, she covered them with her own before intertwining their fingers, and she accepted the many kisses pressed onto her shoulder, up her neck, and to her cheek. “‘Think we made a baby today?” Even though he tried to ask it casually, as if it wasn’t something he craved and wanted somewhere deep in his heart, YN knew him better and heard the anxiety creeping up in his voice.
Turning around in his arms, she cupped his face and gently shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know, love. Maybe. Maybe no’. It won't be the end of the world if I get my period next month. Would I be disappointed? Hell, definitely. Bu’ that’s part of the process. You know how long Emma and Jean had to try for a baby.” It still pained her to think about the long and painful journey of one of her best friends. And Harry knew that, so he only nodded and kissed YN’s forehead again. “We will get there, eventually. Someday, my period will be late, and we will take a test, and it will be positive. We just have to wait and be patient and leave that nasty bitch duo named anxiety and stress out in the rain. Okay?” Again, Harry nodded at that, a deep sigh leaving his body and his tense shoulders slowly relaxing. “Okay,” he whispered in agreement and kissed his woman tenderly, which soon turned into an unexpected new last round under the warm water of the shower.
***
Nervousness crept up on her as she continued to stare at the several at-home pregnancy tests she had made in the last three hours. It had been a struggle throughout because the instructions had been all in Japanese, and she most definitely didn’t speak that language. Even Google translator had been a constant pain in the ass, leaving her metaphorically standing in the rain. At least Jeff had been so kind and had helped her find someone in the team who could speak Japanese and who swore an oath to keep silent until YN could be sure about it.
“It’s too good to be true.”
That’s the sentence she mumbled to herself ever since realizing that her period had been late—incredibly so. And that’s usually not her thing, so the hope of a fucking miracle had spread its roots inside her and didn’t let go. In order to be alone, she even lied to Harry to get some uninterrupted hours to herself while he performed another wonderful show and was adored by all his fans. She knew it was stupid to lie to him instead of just coming clean about her suspicion, but… she just couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to get his hopes up, only to see them crushed when the tests all came back negative. It was enough that her hopes would get destroyed in a matter of seconds.
The alarm of the timer on her phone scared her almost to death, and after taking a deep breath to steady her shaking hands, YN stretched them out towards the lid of the toilet in front of which she sat crossed-leg. She hadn’t moved since she had started taking them one after the other, and not a single one was turned over.
“You bloody headless chicken. Do it.”
And with that last bit of self-esteem she somehow owned, YN started to turn them all over, one after the other, without taking a closer look at the several displays. Only after another deep breath, to keep the nauseous feeling in check, did she glance from one test to the other, remembering what one of the assistant stylists had told her about the different result displays.
In the first few seconds, shock settled in her body, freezing her on that stupid spot on the bathroom floor. Her heartbeat picked up, and she heard every single beat in her ears, the blood rushing through her veins. Instinctively, a hand had made its way to her stomach, covered by one of Harry’s Pleasing hoodies he had worn during their shared breakfast and which smelled like him. It had kept her sane and safe and comforted in the past hours, filled with anxiety and stupid hopes.
The sound of an opening door brought life back into YN, and with a scream, she jumped up, grabbed a handful of tests, and hurried over into the suite. Harry was already on his way towards the bathroom after he had heard the sound, worry on his face, and they almost collided in the middle of the room, his hands the only thing that kept her from tumbling to the ground.
“What’s wrong, love? You still feeling sick? Has it gotten worse? I should’ve taken you to the doctor’s this morning already instead of listening to you and keeping you alone here, fuck—“ But he stopped himself as YN held up several white-pinkish and white-bluish sticks, seeing her teary eyes, taking in her flushed cheeks. So, he scanned them but didn’t understand a single word written on them, furrowing his brows. His head only slowly caught up to it, and with a whispered, unbelieving No, he cupped her cheeks with both hands, staring into her wide eyes with a similar expression.
“Is this real? Is this really happening? Does it mean what I think it does?” He got several nods as answers, and still, he couldn’t believe this luck, this bliss.
He had been anxious all day long, first because YN had told him she didn’t feel quite well and would sit out tonight’s show and then because he had taken a glance into the cycle tracker, realizing that she hadn’t had entered her first day of period almost a week ago. Of course, he had gotten his hopes up, especially after Jeff had been weird all night long, and now, his hopes wouldn’t be crushed? It took a while to get this knowledge into his brain, a bit too long for YN’s liking, because she started fidgeting on the spot.
“I’m sorry if this isn’t how you thought it would be, and maybe you now think it’s way too early and that we should’ve waited, or that I should have made a big announcement thing out of it or—“
YN didn’t end her anxious rambling because Harry gripped her waist and lifted her off the ground, pressing her against him. Out of surprise, she let the pregnancy tests tumble down onto the hotel room floor and wrapped both arms around his neck, feeling how the happy tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. Harry grinned widely, tears of his own in his eyes, and spun them around, laughing and crying, breathless from excitement and utter joy. “We’re gonna be parents!” He shouted it through the suite, the people walking past the door probably hearing every single word, and YN couldn’t contain the laugh bubbling out of her any longer.
Cradling her face in both his hands after he had put her back down, Harry stared into her eyes with astonishment and mild wonder. “We will really be parents,” he whispered and covered her face in kisses. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You’re incredible, my love. I love you so much,” he continued and made YN cry even more—from happiness and joy. “It’s only possible because of you, H. Because you chose me and decided to spend the rest of your life with me and make me the bloody happiest woman on earth.” With a smile, she wiped off the tears off her cheeks, and Harry erased the remnants with his tenderly stroking thumb. “We will raise wonderful children because they’ll have you as their dad, H, and I can’t wait for it.” He smiled down at her and pecked the tip of her nose. “Don’t forget yourself, darlin’. You’re this incredibly strong woman, always fighting for what’s right. Our children won’t have anything to fear.” Softly, he nudged her chin lovingly and kissed her smiling lips before suddenly dropping down to his knees and getting a hold of YN’s hips.
She watched him intently, one hand covering one of his on her hip and the other slowly and tenderly running through his silky locks. But then, her hand stilled in its tracks as Harry bent forward to press slow kisses all over her lower abdomen and took his time with it. “Hey there, little baby,” he mumbled against the fabric of the hoodie, continuing to kiss YN’s stomach. “It’s your dad, but you can call me whatever you want. Your mom and I are incredibly thankful that you’re with us now, and we’ll love you to the moon and back. Just… please, be gentle to your mommy, can you promise me tha’? She’s this wonderful and strong woman, and I know that she’ll handle anything like a champ, but I don’t want her to suffer too much. Can we agree on tha’, sunshine? Yeah? Perfect. Love you so much.” That little monologue was followed by another kiss, leaving YN speechless and stunned, and she only could let the tears spill out of her eyes, watching him as Harry stood up again. “You’re too good for this world, H,” she whispered between two sobs and let him envelop her with his body, feeling its warmth seeping into her, calming her. “Nah. ‘m just that dude who is entirely whipped for his soon-to-be wife who just gifted him the best present of a lifetime,” he grinned down at her and let her wrap both arms tightly around his waist. “Gosh, don’t remind me of the hassle of finding you good enough birthday gifts now.”
A chuckle left them both before YN looked up at Harry as he hummed. “Wanna take a bath together? I could use some time with that gorgeous woman who’s obviously stupid enough to marry me.” Giggling, the woman nodded. “The stupid woman would love that, but we have to tidy up some… stuff first.” Following Harry with slower steps, YN watched him as he took in the chaos still dominating the bathroom floor, with several ripped-open test boxes and instructions lying all over the place. He turned and cocked a brow in question. “How many of these did you do, woman?” Shrugging, YN stepped closer and picked up the first few boxes to throw them away. “About seventeen? I’m not sure anymore because I think I wasn’t entirely there. With my head, I mean. I may have spiraled a bit while I sat here and drank one bottle of water after the other.” She heard him laugh softly under his breath before getting a hold of the paper and cardboard in her hand and dumping them back onto the floor. “Silly woman.” Kissing her, he turned the faucet of the bathtub open and started to pull the hoodie over YN’s head. “Forget about these. I’ll do that later. Now, I want to have a nice bath with my baby momma.”
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harryrryrry · 8 months
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Sliding down the bed
Some cute stuff because why not. Not proofread btw !
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Harry could tell you the first time it happened in a heartbeat. A month into their relationship and at his house.
She had come over for a date night, Harry had cooked some veggie pastas with a bit of pesto sauce. They had watched a movie, the Notebook precisely, and of course, had done the nasty before going to sleep.
It was around two in the morning, when Harry woke feeling a bit cold and confused.
The space beside him was empty and cold, meaning she had left a few time ago already. When he sat up to look at the time, Harry felt a mass ogling his leg.
And there she was, legs dangling out of the bed, on her stomach. Her left arm was draped over his legs while her right arm had slipped under the small of his back, fingers gripping his love handles.
Harry’s heart fluttered. There was something very intimate about her position. The fact that they were both naked, for starters, but also the way her head rested against his thigh, her cheek squished against his soft skin, close to where his most intimate region was, felt way more intimate than a simple naked cuddle.
She was too beautiful, and looked too peaceful to be woken up. Harry laid back down softly, and with a dreamy sigh threaded his fingers through her hair.
The second time it happened was well deep into their relationship. They were in Italy, on a rented yacht away from preying eyes. They had fell asleep on this big mattress to the sounds of waves crashing against the boat.
Harry was the first to wake up, feeling too hot and sweaty down there. He raised his upper body on his elbows, having a feeling that the reason behind his sweatiness was his girlfriend. And there she was again, spread against him.
Harry laughed, this time was more funny and cute than intimate. She was laying between his legs, arms around his middle and her head resting on his pelvis. If anyone saw, it might have looked like she was not sleeping, judging by the fact that her mouth was literally open and drooling on his crotch.
That thought spurred something in him, and well Harry didn’t woke her up, but little him did.
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sparkrls · 1 month
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delayed proposal
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Summary: in which Harry’s got a few secrets up his sleeve and Y/N just wants to know if he’s going to propose
Author’s Note: this is the blurb i was talking about with bandmates!harry x y/n. remember to like and reblog because i crave validation. love ya <3
Word Count: 1.1k
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“Are you going to propose soon?” Was the last question Harry expected to be uttered out of Y/N’s bright pink lips.
It was just another Sunday night, the couple trying to enjoy those last fleeting moments of weekend relaxation before Monday arrived with the usual burden and obligations of being working adults.
In little less than 12 hours, Y/N would be back to her 9-5 job being an assistant to a high-class executive of a finance company. Her boss had too much authority for being so irresponsible and more money than anyone would need in a lifetime. What a luxury it must be to have your dad pass down a company you didn’t know how to run down to you.
Her boss wasn’t a horrible person, he was quite respectful and kind when asking her to do tasks, he was just a very exploitative executive. He had learned from his father to be unbending and demanding.
Y/N’s work paid a good wage, enough for her to pay her bills and still have a bit left. She wasn’t one to buy luxuries, though, preferring to save money up so she could one day quit her 9-5. And then dedicate herself to the things she did every day after work: picked up her red electric guitar, adorned a black skirt that bordered on too short, and perform for (currently small) crowds of people who cheered her band on as they played.
There wasn’t anything Y/N loved quite as much as the rush of being on stage, the bass making the stage shake with each loud thrum, sticks clashing with plates of a drum and the velvet voice of an angel, Harry singing through the microphone and his eyes on her and her fingers moving over the fret of the guitar.
They played small clubs and rundown bars, getting payed a poor wage for the extrenous effort used to get four adults with full time jobs to align their schedules in order to rehearse. Sometimes all they got were free drinks, but they took what they could get and did it for the love of it.
That was how they got here, on Harry’s couch, his arm draped around her shoulders, and her head on his chest. They were watching Bluey, the way they did most nights they spent together. He would always roll his eyes when Y/N suggested it, pretending to hate it, but she knew it was his favorite show, and he always cried at the emotional episodes.
Their instruments lay forgotten on the table, his blue guitar next to her red one, as they’d spent most of the afternoon drinking beer and writing a new song.
It was a question that had been lingering in the back of Y/N’s mind, and she wasn’t quite sure why she chose that moment to blurt it out, but she did. “Are you going to propose soon?”
Harry’s gaze turned to her, eyebrows raised in light surprise, a small breath exhaled between his lips in a faint chuckle. “What?”
It was too late to take it back, so Y/N sat up and told him, “You’ve always talked about wanting to settle down and get married.” His features remained in small confusion. “We’ve been together for a while. Are you going to marry me?”
“Well, of course I’m going to marry you,” Harry said, like it were some scientific fact that everyone knew and was unchangeable. “You’re my forever, baby. I’ve written about a hundred songs about it.” His lips turned up in a smile. That smile he wore every time he told her he loved her, with a cocky and smug edge as if he were teasing her, laced with affection.
“I don’t mean we have to get married this instant, but I just, I guess we’ve never talked about if we were getting engaged or when and I-“
“Baby,” Harry cut off her nervous rambling, chuckling. He kissed her, soft lips with cracked edges from the cold and dry weather. “I already know what ring I’m going to buy. I’m just saving up for it.”
Y/N’s mind blanked for a moment. “You’re already thinking about rings?” Her lips parted in surprise.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, silly girl. You’re not the only one thinking about marriage.” He smiled at her, reassuring her that he was just teasing. “In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m hopelessly in love with you.”
“Oh,” Y/N said, still in shock. Here she was, getting all nervous and insecure about marriage and he had already been planning to propose. Her question now seemed a bit foolish. She looked up at him and said, “You know I don’t need some needlessly expensive ring, right? You could buy it on Aliexpress and I couldn’t care less.”
Harry looked at her with slight amusement. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small nod. “It’s stupid to spend money on a ring when it doesn’t make much of a difference.”
Harry sighed. “Baby, it’s not about the ring being expensive. It’s about the ring being a symbol for my devotion to you. And I want my devotion to be apparent in the beauty of it.” He tapped the finger on her left hand where the ring would lay. “No, I don’t have to spend money on an expensive ring. That’s why I’m not just getting a huge diamond. I’m getting something you’ll love.”
“But it’s expensive and it’s a waste of money on a simple ring-“
“Is it just a ring? Or is it a symbol of matrimony, of us being together forever?” Harry said gently, correcting her statement. “Not to mention you’re going to be wearing that ring every day ‘till you die.”
Y/N made a sound of contradiction. “Unless we get a divorce.”
Harry stared at her blankly for a few moments. He deadpanned, “Not funny.”
“Kinda funny,” Y/N said with a small smile.
She waited for Harry’s stern gaze to soften with adoration the way it always did. It only took a few moments for his composure to crumble and he leaned in close to her. His nose grazed against hers as he muttered quietly, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
The way he said it sounded like a declaration of love. Everything he said to her did. Because his love could never be called in to doubt. It shone through every word he uttered, every song he wrote, every thing he did.
His lips locked onto hers once again, the tension in his muscles melting away as if all he needed to feel complete was to be pressed against her. To have every inch of skin surrounding her, the taste of beer still on her tongue, and the scent of spring enveloping his senses.
“I’m going to marry you,” Harry uttered, an oath murmured against her lips before placing a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close once again.
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swiftmendeshoran · 2 months
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Spreading You Open- Part 3*
I know this took me a bit to write and I'm sorry, but here's part 3.
WARNINGS: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, female receiving oral, stalking, toxic ex-boyfriend, talks of kinks and fetishes, cursing. Please do not read if you are under 18.
Wc: 7187
read the rest of the series here
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"What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry asked, his hands forming into fists.
“I don’t think that’s a very nice way to greet your customers now, is it?” Zayn smirked, hopping on to the table.
“Technically you’re not a customer because I haven’t waxed you yet,” Harry folded his arms, his chest puffed up.
Zayn chuckled and shook his head. “Is this how you greeted my girlfriend? If it is, I don’t know what she saw in you.”
“EX-girlfriend,” Harry corrected.
“Not for long.”
Harry cocked his head to the side.
“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Zayn smirked again. “When I came over the other day, after your date, she said she wanted to get back together.”
“Really?” Harry asked, mixing up the wax and turning away from Zayn. “Because she cried in my arms all night after you hit her.”
Zayn chuckled. “There’s no proof that I did that.”
“Well, the pictures of (Y/N)’s red face I took are proof,” Harry said, turning around to face Zayn.
“There’s no proof that I did it though.”
“But you did…”
“What?”
“Hit her…”
Zayn rolled her eyes. “We all saw her face.”
“But, you were the one that hit her and made her face red, correct?”
“She deserved it. She cheated on me.”
“She didn’t-,” Harry wanted to yell at him so bad, but didn’t want to lose his job. So, he just sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “Are you getting waxed or not? Because if not, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Sure,” Zayn said, putting his legs on the table. “Let’s see what you do, perv.”
Oh, Harry would show him just how good he was at his job. And he would enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “He showed up at work today,” Harry said, as you were eating noodles in his kitchen.
“What?” you nearly choked.
“Yeah. Zayn showed up and threatened me. He still called you his girlfriend, but I set him straight.”
“You did?” You smiled.
“Yeah. Told him he had to get waxed or get out.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did. And he cried like a baby,” Harry chuckled.
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Oh my God! I wish I could’ve been there to see it.”
“Yeah. I wish you were too.”
You were so happy right now.
“Plus now, I really don’t know what you saw in him,” Harry said, slurping up more noodles.
You cocked your head to the side.
“His dick was so small I could barely see it.”
You smirked. “Well, compared to you, everyone is small.”
“Yeah, I know,” he joked, putting his arms behind his head and flexing.
You playfully hit him on the arm. “But, you’re right. He is small.” You bit your lip. “God, I’m so sad I missed it.”
“And I charged him the deluxe package, so he paid like $700,” Harry said.
You sighed. “Is it too early to say I love you?”
Harry chuckled. “I think that’s ok to say in this situation.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ You were practically spending every day with Harry if you could, unless your work schedules clashed. So when the second date came around, you weren’t so nervous.
Harry told you to dress comfortably and bundle up. Winter was still brewing outside and lately you felt like you couldn’t feel your toes.
You put on leggings and a skin-tight, maroon t-shirt, along with boots. You wore very minimal make-up and jewelry and put your hair in a ponytail. Once Harry arrived at your place, he immediately trapped you in a hug. You took in his scent and smiled.
Once you pulled back, he kissed you and you hummed into it. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he smiled back. “Ok, so I wanted to keep it a surprise, but I wanted to check with you before hand to make sure it was ok with you what we were doing.”
“Ok?”
“I was going to take you ice skating,” he bit his lip.
“Are you serious? I’ve always wanted to do that!”
“You’ve never gone ice skating?”
“No. Zayn always said it was too cold out and said ice skating was for girls. And I don’t really know how to skate, so I never went.”
Harry rolled his eyes. Of course Zayn said that.
“Well, I’ll be there to hold your hand the whole time,” Harry offered.
“Sorry in advance if I fall and take you with me,” you chuckled. Harry did too.
“That’s the fun of it.”
You smiled. You put your coat on, and grabbed your clutch and your winter gear and headed out the door. Harry drove you to the ice rink and the whole time in the car, he held your hand. He said it was because it was cold out, but you think he just wanted to hold your hand.
When you got to the rink, you waited in line at the booth and Harry paid for the both of you. “Since technically the last date was on, you know, him.” You thanked him and headed to the skate rental. You were fitted for the ice skates and then made your way over to the ice.
You nearly lost your balance walking on the ground with the covers on your skates. Harry walked in front of you and held your hands. He didn’t want to laugh, but he had the biggest smile on his face as you walked so slowly.
Once you got to the ice, your heartbeat sped up. “It’s alright. I got ya.”
You felt yourself slipping already, but Harry was there to make sure you didn’t fall. “How are you so good at this?” you asked, out of breath.
Harry chuckled. “Played hockey a lot when I was a kid,” he shrugged. “Ice skating is hard though.”
“Tell me about it.” You put your hands on his shoulders as he guided you around the ice. You saw people, even little children, flying right past you.
“Don’t worry about anyone else. Look right at me, ok?”
You nodded and then looked down at your feet.
“I said me, not your feet.”
“Sorry,” you looked up at him. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Of course,” he smiled. Harry thought you were adorable trying to keep yourself up. Plus it meant he could touch you, so he didn’t mind. “Ready?”
You swallowed. “Um.”
“You can do it. I believe in you.” He rubbed his thumb over your hip.
“Ok.”
Harry took your hands from his shoulders and held onto them. “I’m gonna pull you around for a bit, if that’s alright.”
You nodded. Harry smiled and pulled you around the rink. You started to get the hang of it. Once you skated for about 20 minutes, Harry let go of your hands. “What are you doing?!”
“You’re ok!” You held onto the wall around the rink and Harry skated about 10 feet away from you. “I want you to skate to me.”
You shook your head. “Come on, love,” he encouraged. “I’ll be right here if you fall.”
You skated a bit, hanging onto the wall. “Stop moving back when I move up!”
Harry had a smirk on his face. “I’m not doing anything.”
You bit your lip, and took one hand off the wall.
“Come on. I’ll give you a little treat later. I know you can do it.”
You took a deep breath and took your other hand off the wall. You automatically spun them in a circle as you tried to find your balance. Harry encouraged you the whole way. You skated very slowly. You swore Harry kept moving back, but you eventually made it to him.
When you did get to him, you fell into his chest. You accidentally pushed him over and fell on top of him, causing the both of you to fall on the ice. “Oh God! I’m so sorry, Harry. Are you hurt?”
Harry chuckled. “No. I’m good. Are you ok?”
“I think so. More shook up than anything.”
“Ok. Good. Do you wanna get up?” Harry asked.
“Yeah. Sorry.” You got up and Harry took your hands, helping you up fully.
“Did you want to keep skating or-?”
“(Y/N)?” you heard a voice call you.
You turned your head. Zayn. And he was here with another girl.
“Hello.”
“I can’t believe you’re ice skating,” he laughed.
“Yeah. Me either,” you scowled at him and then the girl on his arm.
It was awkward for a few seconds.
“Hey. How are your baby balls?” Harry asked.
“Har,” you hit his chest.
“What? He cried like a baby when he got waxed. Plus, they’re really tiny,” he made a gesture with his hand like they were small.
You pushed Harry’s hand down. You know he didn’t like Zayn, but you didn’t need an all-out fight on the ice rink.
“You look good,” Zayn smiled.
“Ok.”
There was awkward silence for a few moments before Zayn cleared his throat.
“Alright. Well….”
“Bye, Zayn,” you said, as you took Harry’s hand and skated away. Well, you tried to skate as Harry held you up.
“Sorry about that,” Harry said when you were far enough away.
“No, it’s ok. I just didn’t want a fight.”
Harry kissed you on your forehead. “I know. Do you want some hot chocolate?”
You nodded. You changed back into your shoes and then waited in line and Harry bought you both hot chocolates and a a funnel cake. You thanked him and sat down at one of the benches.
You had to take your gloves off to eat and you immediately regretted it. You were freezing and, therefore, ate so fast. You practically burnt your lips on your hot chocolate.
Harry took your free hand and warmed it up in between his. You smiled and calmed down a bit.
When you were done eating, Harry asked if you wanted to skate again or go someplace else.
“Honestly, can we just head back to my place? I’m hurting and sweaty,” you chuckled.
He smiled. “Sure.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you got back to your apartment, you took off all your winter clothes and hopped in the shower together.
After you washed up, you turned to face Harry, whose hair looked even better long and wet. “Are you sure you still want to wait for the 3rd date?” you asked, biting your lip.
Harry chuckled and kissed your nose. “Can’t resist me, huh?”
“I never said that,” you smirked. “I just figured it might be painful for you.”
“Oh for me, huh?” he smirked again.
“Yeah,” you bit your lip.
Harry chuckled. “Maybe I’ll cave, but only because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
You smiled and gave him a peck on his lips. “Let me get dried off.”
You got out of the shower, got dressed, and went to go lay on your bed. You two made out for a bit and giggled like teenagers. You were both breathless by the time you started to grind on Harry’s lap. “Baby,” he said, squeezing the back of your thighs.
“Please, Har.” You grabbed onto the back of Harry’s hair and ground your hips into him, which made Harry moan.
He threw his head back and watched you pout in front of him. God, this was getting so hard, and he didn’t mean just his cock. Harry sighed. “Alright.”
“Really?” your eyes got wide and your smile grew.
“Yeah. I can’t deny you anymore,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear.
You giggled and leaned up, taking your shirt off.
Harry took his off and you two made out again. It didn’t last long as Harry’s phone rang. “Can’t you just let it go?”
He looked off to the side and checked the caller ID. “It’s m’ mum. She’ll worry if I don’t answer and then might barge in when we’re in the middle of it.”
You groaned, but nodded. Harry picked up his phone. You went to the bathroom to go pee and make sure your hair and everything looked ok. When you walked out, Harry was now up, walking around his room.
You got bored and played with your nails. You could see he was trying to get his mom off the phone, but he also didn’t want to be rude. It was nearly an hour later when he hung up the phone. He sighed. “Shit. ‘M sorry.”
You shrugged. “It’s ok. I know how parents can be.”
Harry smiled. “Well, I kind of told her about you, and then she wouldn’t stop reminding me how to treat you, and I was like ‘I know, mum.’ She finally hung up when I told her I had you here now.”
You giggled as he came back to lay down with you on the bed. “Aww. A momma’s boy.”
“No, no! Just don’t see her that often. That’s all,” he shrugged.
You smirked. “Well, at least she taught you how to treat women.”
“That she did,” he kissed you. When he pulled away, he asked, “Did you still want to do it?”
“I don’t know. My moods kind of gone now.”
He blew out a breath and motorboated his lips. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s ok!” you said, running a hand through his hair.
To make up for it, he made you a nice dinner and was super nice for the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next week was crazy. Between your work schedules and you going to a bridal shower, and Harry meeting up with friends, you barely had time to see each other, let alone plan your next date.
Harry had a pretty busy day. You had off today, so you decided to surprise Harry. You made your way to the waxing place with a smile on your face and a mission. The woman at the front desk knew who you were by now, so she greeted you with a smile and “hello.”
You did tell her that you were her for a wax though.
“Sure. Go right back. Harry just finished up with a customer,” she said.
You thanked her and made your way to Harry’s room and knocked.
“Yes? Come in!”
You opened the door and Harry’s face lit up when he saw you. “Babe,” he wiped his mouth as he was in the middle of eating. “Goodness, what are you doing here?”
“Sorry did I interrupt your lunch? I wanted to see you,” you said.
Harry shook his head and stood up, walking over to kiss you. “You didn’t. I’m glad you’re here.”
You smiled and hopped onto the table. “Have time to service me when you’re done?”
Harry nodded, throwing his trash away. “I’m done.” He smiled.
“You sure?” you asked, as Harry walked up to you in the chair, placing his hands on your jeans-covered thighs.
“Yeah,” he gave you another kiss. “And you don’t need a wax, love. I told you I don’t mind.”
“You don’t even want to take a look?” you bit your lip.
Harry chuckled, rubbing his nose against yours. “Of course I’ll take a look.”
Harry moved back, letting you take off your jeans. You turned backwards giving him a show of your thong panties and he gulped. You pulled the panties down and now he really gulped. Once you put your bottoms on the chair next to you, you laid back down on your back and put your legs in the stirrups.
Harry walked back over to you and rubbed his hands on your legs. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
You smirked and nodded. He moved his hand down to your pussy and moved a finger up it slowly. You shuddered.
“I was thinking,” you said when you got your composure back. “We’ve both been so busy, and haven’t had time to plan our next date and all, so maybe this could be our next one.” You waited with bated breath for him.
He checked the clock on the wall. “I think I have a free afternoon for an hour or so.”
You giggled and leaned up to kiss him. The kiss got very passionate and soon enough clothes were coming off. When you grabbed for Harry’s cock, he groaned. “Baby, I don’t think I have anything.”
“Hmm?”
He pulled away and grabbed his backpack from the closet. He rummaged through it. “Fuck.”
“What?”
He looked up at you. “No condom.”
“Oh, it’s ok,” you sat back. “I’m on birth control.”
“Oh,” Harry let out a breath. “But-.”
“And I trust you,” you finished. “Please.” You opened your legs wider and massaged your finger on your clit, causing your bottom lip to disappear under your top one.
“What if I have chlamydia?”
“Do you?”
“No, but what if I do somehow and we don’t know?” he asked.
You chuckled. “I think we’ll be ok.”
Harry let out a heavy breath.
“Please, Har.”
He walked towards you again and planted a sloppy kiss on your lips. You made out until you couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his cock. “I need you inside of me.”
“This is not how I wanted to do this. I wanted it to be romantic,” he grumbled as he pushed down his underwear.
“It can be romantic next time,” you said scooting down the chair.
Harry chuckled and pulled you closer to him. “Wait.” He walked away for a second and you think you might die if he doesn’t stick his cock in you in the next 10 seconds.
He came back quickly. “Don’t forget your squeeze ball.” He handed it to you and you smiled.
“I think I’ll be ok.”
“Mmm,” Harry said, pushing the head of his cock to your entrance. “I don’t know about that.”
Your mouth dropped open and he was barely an inch inside of you. You knew he was big. You’ve seen his cock before, but God, the sting, you were not expecting.
“Har,” you whined.
“Do you want me to continue?” he asked, rubbing your thighs.
“Please God yes,” you said, throwing your head back.
Harry pushed himself in more and your hips rose up and you squeezed the ball like you never have before. “More,” you begged. “Please.”
He pushed in until he was about halfway and you thought you might actually split in half. With Zayn, this was it. He was usually all the way in by this point. You had to close your eyes to stop the tears from coming.
Harry thought he was going to lose his damn mind. You were so tight and squeezing him so hard that he didn’t know how long he was going to last. “Jesus Christ, love. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
You grabbed onto the edge of the chair. “Harry, please. I want all of you. Just give it to me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
You squeezed the ball so tight, your hand turned a pale white. “You won’t.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” he said, picking up your other hand.
You nodded, breathing heavily.
Harry pushed all the way in and you let out a noise that definitely wasn’t supposed to be heard in public. “Fuckity fuck fuck,” you whispered.
He was pushed to the brim. Your pussy lips were up against his pubic bone and you were sweating. Harry was panting above you, looking down at your face. “You look so pretty with my cock inside of you.”
You whimpered.
“And without it,” he chuckled. “But even more with it.”
You tried to laugh, but it just turned into a whimper when he started to move his cock just a bit. “Oh my God,” you whispered.
He tried to fuck you good with your legs in the stirrups, but it provided minimal movement. “If I take your legs out, your promise to keep them open for me?”
You nodded. Harry smiled and placed your legs on his shoulders instead. You could really feel him now and each time he hit your g-spot, you believe you died and went to heaven. “You doing ok?”
Instead of answering him, you moaned loudly. Harry laughed. “I love that you’re loving it, but you gotta be quiet, darling.”
“Sorry,” you whined. “It just feels so good.”
Harry smirked and then leaned down to kiss you and his cock kept thrusting in and out of you. “You’re so wet. Makes me think you’re enjoying doing this in public.”
Your face got hot as Harry chuckled. You couldn’t say anything and heard Harry mumble something about talking about kinks later.
When Harry felt you clenching on him, he took his finger and rubbed your clit. You let out an animalistic moan that everyone in the surrounding rooms for sure heard. “Come on, darling,” Harry encouraged. “Want you to cum on my cock.”
You nodded, feeling the knot in your lower stomach. The more sweet words Harry said to you and the more he hit your g-spot every time, the bigger you knew your orgasm was going to be.
You squeezed the stress ball and then Harry’s hand. “I’m so close, Har.”
“Come on, honey. Know you can be a good girl for me.”
You licked your wet lips and gasped when Harry thrusted particularly hard into you. And in that moment, you let go. Your vision went blurry and you came hard on Harry’s cock. You thought you heard Harry saying something, but it was all muffled as your ears rang.
You only came to when Harry kissed your lips. “So good for me, baby. You’re so pretty.”
You whimpered just as he pulled out. When you came to, you sat up on your elbows. “But you didn’t cum,” you said.
Harry chuckled. “Yes, I did. Did you black out or something?”
You looked down and saw Harry’s cum running out of you. Fuck.
“My vision went blurry. I-.”
Harry chuckled and grabbed your hand. “Let me get you cleaned up.” He grabbed some tissues from the table and wiped you up first and then the chair. And even after you were cleaned up, you were still wet. He cleaned himself up and wiped the stain off his pants.
You put your pants back on, and Harry snuck in little kisses as you did. Luckily, you finished on time because the receptionist was knocking on Harry’s door telling him he had a walk-in.
“Shit. Uh…”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, giving him a kiss.
“Yeah. Please use the bathroom before you go. I don’t want you getting a UTI,” he said.
“I will. That was amazing, Har. Not that you didn’t know, but…”
Harry smiled. “Next time will be more romantic.”
“So, I won’t pass out from cumming?” you chuckled.
“I never said that,” he chuckled back.
The customer was at the door and you smiled at them. “Ok,” you kissed him again. “I gotta go. I’ll text you later.”
“Ok, baby,” he pecked your lips and watched you leave.
You did go to the bathroom after ward and you couldn’t hide your sweaty look because you were hot from just having sex in public.
You smiled when you left and you had to compose yourself on the drive home. The whole time you were distracted because you kept thinking of Harry. ~~~~~ After Harry’s shift was over, he couldn’t sop smiling. Sure, your first time having sex together wasn’t what he planned, but it was hot and even better than he imagined. Harry had envisioned many times taking you right there on the table, but he never wanted to bring it up. Now that you had done that, he definitely would be bringing it up again.
He should’ve just gone home after work, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, so he went to the grocery store, picked up some flowers, and a bottle of champagne, and then headed to your place. ~~~ “Hi,” he sighed happily after he rang your bell. “Sorry I didn’t text you and tell you I was coming.”
You buzzed him up without a response. When he got to your door, he knocked and you flung the door open. Your heart melted when you saw him standing there with flowers and champagne. “Hey,” he said again, chuckling. “I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier and I mi-.”
But, he was cut off because you pulled him in for a kiss. It got steamy in your hallway as you made out for a bit. It would’ve gotten steamier, but Harry didn’t have a free hand.
You chuckled and took the flowers from his hands. “Thank you for these.”
Harry walked inside your apartment and hummed giving you another peck on your lips. “You’re welcome. I missed you.”
Your stomach did a backflip as you got out a vase with water for the flowers. “I missed you too.”
As you got the flowers settled, Harry put the champagne on your counter and then rested on there. “Listen,” he sighed.
You turned towards him, a worried look on your face. “I really wanted our first time to be romantic…” You grabbed onto his hands. “And I’m sorry it wasn’t, but God… that was hot.”
You bit your lip and walked around the counter to be next to him. “I told you it didn’t have to be romantic.”
“I know, but you deserve to be treated right.”
“And I was,” you both stood up, you grabbed onto his biceps. “Really right.”
Harry smirked. “I won’t lie, I’ve jerked off to that exact scenario in my head numerous times.”
You giggled. “I’m glad I could bring it to life for you.”
“Yeah. That one was much better.”
You both chuckled.
You ran your hands down his chest. “Why don’t we pop open that champagne, hmm?”
“Sure,” Harry nodded. “Yeah.” Fuck. He had to get down the boner he was now sporting, but you in a long t-shirt and short shorts was not helping.
You got glasses out from your cabinet and poured both of you a glass. You hummed as you took a sip. “That’s good.”
“Yeah. I tried not to get too dry.”
“Dry is never good,” you smirked.
“Yeah. I prefer sweet myself,” he smirked back, winking.
Why did you feel so shy around him all of a sudden? Was your face getting hot because of the alcohol or his comment?
You cleared your throat. “Should we sit on the couch? Be more comfortable.”
Harry took the bottle of champagne in his hands and gestured for you to go sit. He followed and you could feel the heat between you two.
Conversation started to flow and after your second glass of champagne, Harry’s hand was on your thigh, his fingers rubbing over it. You had touched his arm way too many times. When you were centimeters apart, you whispered, “I think we should stop drinking.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I want to be able to give consent for what we do,” you said.
“And what are we going to do?” Harry asked, his rubs on your thigh getting more intense.
You bit your lip. “I don’t know, but I’m really wet.”
Harry swallowed. “Fuck.”
You put your glass down and grabbed Harry’s and put them on your table. “Would I be a slut if we did it twice in one day?”
Harry squeezed your leg. “You’re not a slut. You never will be.”
You looked down at his hand on your thigh and bit your lip. “So, does that mean yes?”
He chuckled. “If you’re up for it.”
“But, do you want to?”
“Are you kidding?”
You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to your bedroom. The second you got on the bed, clothes were flying everywhere. Harry couldn’t stop kissing you as you tried to take off your shirt. “Sorry. This was what I wanted to do earlier, so… just making up for it.”
You swear your eyes turned into hearts. Once you were both fully undressed, except for both of your underwear, Harry had you lay down on the bed. He kissed every inch of you from head to toe… literally. Ok, well not toes, because you both agreed foot fetishes creeped you out. But, as he kissed back up your legs, you could feel yourself dripping in your panties.
When he got to your center, he took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. “Christ.”
He looked up at you, eyes dark, lips puffy, hair messy. “Can I please take these off?” His hands were already at the waistband of your panties.
“You do not have to ask me twice,” you smiled.
Harry had your panties down and off you quicker than you could blink. He had your legs spread and his fingers already in your slit. “You weren’t kidding. God damn.”
You whimpered when his fingers found your clit. You could already feel yourself dripping on the bed before it really started.
Harry pulled you towards him, spreading your legs further. “I did say I like sweet things,” he said, right before he licked up your soaking pussy. You clutched onto his hair and pulled. He hummed.
“Harry,” you moaned.
“Sir,” he said, looking up at you, hoping you wouldn’t be turned off by his kink.
You nodded. “Sorry. Please do that again, sir.”
“This?” he asked, taking his tongue and licking from your asshole to just above your clit. You were shaking already.
You licked your dry lips. “Yes, Ha-sir. That.”
He shrugged. “Ok. If you insist.” And he did it over and over again until he had you cumming on his tongue.
When Harry pulled away, he swallowed and hummed. “Such a good girl for me, (Y/N).”
You clenched hard. “Oh, so you like good girl, hmm?” He saw you clench again. He chuckled. “If I just said ‘good girl’ over and over and over again, would you cum again?”
“Harry,” you hide your face and giggled.
Harry moved his body up to your face and kissed you. “Nothing to be shy over. We’re learning kinks. That’s a good thing.”
You removed your hands from your face and placed them around Harry’s neck. “What are your kinks?”
“Hmm,” Harry thought. “Well, if you can’t tell, I like to be called ‘sir.’” You nodded. “And I like pain.” Your eyes got wide. “Oh, come on. You had to know that one.” You thought about it and nodded. “Public sex is always fun, as we learned.” You giggled. “Dirty talk, obviously. Um, I think that’s it.”
You nodded, staying quiet.
“And you… public sex judging by the way you came on my cock earlier.” You tried to hide your face, but Harry moved your hands. “And you like praise judging by the way your pussy clenched when I called you a ‘good girl.’” You bit your lip. “What else do you like, baby?”
You cleared your throat. “Well, I do like them. Um, pet names and such. I like being degradged. But, only during sex.” You chuckled sadly. “Zayn didn’t get that memo.” Harry squeezed you tighter. “Choking, a little bit of spanking.” Harry nodded. “I think that’s it.”
Harry smiled. “Oh, that’s it, huh?”
“Yeah,” you bit your lip.
He chuckled. “You’re so cute.”
You giggled, but then quickly moaned as Harry kissed your neck. You had forgotten anything you had just talked about when he kissed down your body and gave you three orgasms before calling it a night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been four months with Harry and things were going great. He helped you switch all of your bills and stuff over to your name. You two did it a lot, at his work especially, because it turned both of you on for some reason. And you were just in the honeymoon phase of your relationship.
So, as you were looking back at the cute texts Harry had sent you while you stood at the counter at work, you didn’t expect the person who came up to the counter.
“Hello, (Y/N).”
“Hi…” but you stopped talking as you saw Zayn standing on the other side of the counter. “What are you doing here?”
“That’s no way to greet a customer, now is it?”
You folded your arms. “It is when they’re a toxic ex-boyfriend.”
“Toxic,” he chuckled. “Sure, I was the toxic one.”
You let the comment go. “What do you want?”
“What do you think? I want to buy these books.” He slid over a pile to you and you had to stifle a laugh. Zayn didn’t read. The only thing he read was the sports section of the newspaper and Fox News articles.
You took them and scanned them anyway, since it was your job.
“How have you been?” he asked, as you put his books into a bag.
“Honestly?” you said, looking up at him. “I’ve never been happier.”
He snorted. “Still with that pervert?”
“He’s not a pervert!” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I am.”
“Doesn’t that make you uncomfortable knowing he looks at other women’s privates all day?”
“No. Your total is $46.90.”
“What? No discount?” he asked, taking out his wallet.
“$46.90, please,” you said again.
Zayn put his card in the chip reader and paid. Once the payment went through, you handed him his bag and receipt. “I’d say have a good day, but you don’t deserve it.”
“Whoa! That kind of talk could get you fired,” he said, taking his bag.
“No, it can’t,” your boss said, coming from out of the backroom. “Please, take your things and leave, sir.”
Zayn gave you both a dirty look and left the shop, shaking his head. You turned towards your boss. “He came here just to see me. That man has never read a book a day in his life.”
“I’ll keep an eye out,” your boss said, still looking at Zayn from outside, as he got into his car.
“Thank you.” ~~~ On your way home, you called Harry and put the phone on speaker as you drove. “I’m really hungry,” was the first thing you said when he picked up.
He chuckled. “Hello, Really Hungry. I’m Harry.”
You giggled. “Har! What do you want to eat?”
“It doesn’t matter to me. Pick me up something wherever you’re going to go. I’ll Venmo you.”
“You’re not going to Venmo me,” you said, as you pulled out of the parking lot and headed to Pizza Hut. “Do you want pizza?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Ok. Good,” you smiled.
“I’m heading over to your place. Is it cool to hop in the shower? It’s so hot at work.”
“Harry, you know it is,” you said.
“Cool. I’ll be there when you get there.”
“See you then.”
“Bye, baby,” he made a kissy noise before hanging up. ~~~ When you got to Pizza Hut, you ordered a half-plain, half-pepperoni pizza, and an order of breadsticks.
Just as you were about to leave, you bumped into a man. “Oh, sorry!”
Surprise, surprise. It was Zayn. AGAIN.
Your breath caught in your throat. “This can’t be a coincidence. You don’t even eat pizza.”
“I eat pizza,” he said, looking into your eyes.
“Disgusting cauliflower pizza, which I know they don’t have.”
“You’re crazy, (Y/N). You must be brainwashed from being with that pervert.”
You stamped your foot because you were so frustrated. Childish, you know, but you didn’t care. Luckily, for you, your foot landed right on Zayn’s and he winced, folding over. This gave you the perfect opportunity to get out the door and get back in your car.
You drove home, trying to control your nerves and shaky hands. When you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot, you saw Harry’s car, and parked right next to it. You grabbed the food and locked your car, heading into the building.
When you got in, you grabbed your mail and then headed to the elevators, texting Harry that’d you’d be right up. As soon as you got onto the elevators, you saw Zayn walking in the front door. Your eyes widened in shock, as the elevator doors closed.
You were having a full on panic attack in the elevator. You tried to inhale and exhale, taking in the smell of the pizza. When you got off, you sped walked to your apartment and tried to unlock it with shaky hands.
Harry pulled it open before you could unlock it and you ran right into his arms, shutting the door behind you.
“Hi, baby,” he said, as you locked the door. “Everything ok?”
“I think Zayn is following me.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, taking the food from you and grabbing your hand.
“He showed up at the bookstore today. Zayn doesn’t read. He never has.” Harry squeezed your hand tighter.
“Did he do anything to do?” Harry asked urgently, scanning your body.
“No. Not physically anyway.”
Harry nodded.
“And then when I was walking out of Pizza Hut, he was there,” you swallowed. “Zayn only eats cauliflower pizza because it’s ‘healthier and won’t give you a stomach.’ His exact words not mine.”
Harry was started to get mad at this point.
“And then when I was going up in the elevator, I saw him walking in the door to the building,” you finished.
Harry sighed. You both jumped as you heard a knock on the door. “(Y/N)?” You heard Zayn’s voice.
“Call the police,” Harry whispered to you. “I’ll take care of him.”
“Just… don’t get yourself in jail, please.”
“I got you,” he kissed your forehead and walked towards the door.
“Hello? Who is this?”
You heard laughter on the other side as you dialed 911. “I should’ve known you’d be here. Where’s (Y/N)?”
“Who’s (Y/N)? Who is this?” Harry played dumb.
“What’s your name? Henry? I know she’s in there. I saw her. Open up.”
“Nope. This isn’t Henry. You must have the wrong apartment.”
“911. What’s your emergency?” the woman on the phone asked.
You walked into your bedroom. “Hi. I think my ex-boyfriend is stalking me. He showed up everywhere I was today and he is currently outside my apartment.”
“Are you alone?”
“No. I have… someone here with me.” How do you define Harry?
“Do not open the door. We are going to send police over right away.”
“Thank you,” you said, your mouth suddenly dry.
Meanwhile, back at your door. “Zach?”
“No, Zayn,” he said, jiggling the doorknob.
“I don't know any Zayn’s.”
Your ex-boyfriend groaned outside the door.
You stood on your tiptoes and whispered in Harry’s ear. “They said don’t open the door. But, keep him here until the police come.”
Harry nodded and mouthed that he got you. He kept Zayn distracted. God bless him. Once Harry heard men in the hallway asking Zayn what he was doing outside, Harry backed away from the door. He wrapped an arm around your waist and listened to what they were saying.
“This is my girlfriend’s apartment. She just won’t let me in. She’s just playing a prank,” he chuckled.
Harry was about to say something, but you held him back. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out deeply.
There was a knock on the door. “Hello?” you asked.
“Ma’am, is this man out here your boyfriend?” the police officer asked.
“No. He’s my ex-boyfriend and has been following me around all day.”
“I have not!”
“Miss, my partner is going to take this man in his car and in for questioning. I’d like to talk to you if that’s ok,” the cop said.
You opened the door and saw Zayn being taken away in handcuffs, which made you super happy. The police officer entered your home and asked you about your and Zayn’s relationship and the events that occurred today.
“And this man is…?”
“Um,” you looked over at Harry. You two hadn’t really put a label on your relationship yet and didn’t know what Harry considered you.
“I’m her current boyfriend. Harry,” he cleared his throat. The cop nodded and wrote that down. Your heart was suddenly racing and Harry rubbed your back.
Once the police officer left, you thanked him and asked what you should do. “A restraining order would be the next best step. Change your locks. Carry pepper spray.”
You thanked him and he left. Once it was just you two, you turned to Harry and gave him a huge hug. He kissed the top of your head and you both just stood in silence for a while. You tried to fight it, but you felt tears pouring out of your eyes. You got Harry’s shirt all wet, but he didn’t care.
When you started to breathe like you were crying, Harry picked your head. “Baby,” he rubbed your cheek. “You ok?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Just… overwhelmed I guess.”
“Mmm. I get it. You’re safe here with me,” he rubbed your back.
“What am I going to do?”
“I think the restraining order is definitely needed,” he said. “My friend, Niall, is a lawyer. He could help you.”
“Really?” you sniffled. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “I want you to be safe.”
You smiled and hugged him tighter. “But, what if he shows back up before I get that?”
“You could always move.”
You shook your head and wiped away your tears. “I can’t afford that. The rent in this city is insane.”
“Well, you can’t stay here, baby.”
“I know,” you said, almost aggressively. You grabbed a slice of now cold pizza and stress ate. “But, what else can I do?”
Harry sat down on the stool next to you, also grabbing a cold slice of pizza. “I have a solution, but if you don’t want to, you can totally say no.”
“What’s up?” you asked.
“You could… move in with me. But, I understand if you think it’s too early for that or you don’t want to or whatever.”
You smiled and grabbed Harry’s hand. “I mean… I guess you are my boyfriend, so,” you shrugged.
Harry smiled back. “I’m sorry I said that without us discussing it. I didn’t know how else to explain it to the officer.” Wow. A man communicating and apologizing. That was new territory.
You squeezed his hand. “No, it’s ok. And thank you for apologizing. But, I didn’t hate it.”
Harry was beaming. “Yeah. Me either.”
You leaned over to kiss him and it was filled with pizza crumbs and giggles.
“So, you’ll be my girlfriend?” Harry asked, when you pulled away.
“Mmm. I’ll have to think about it,” you smirked.
Harry smirked and pulled you in to tickle you. “Funny.”
When you calmed down, you put your head on his shoulder. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“Yay,” he said, kissing your head.
“And I’ll take that offer on moving in until I can find some place else.”
Harry smiled. “Good. I’ll call Niall tomorrow.”
“Ok. Can we go to bed now?”
“I need you to eat more,” Harry asked, kissing your forehead. “Please.”
“Ok. And then we go to bed.”
“Good girl.”
~~~~~~~~ A/n: i might do like one more part to this. I'm not sure. I feel like this ending was good. Lmk if you want more parts.
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chrisevansonly · 6 months
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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬
ʚ harry styles x female reader
ʚ you know well enough no matter how hard you try, your daily walks in london with harry will never be private
ʚ slight angst but not really? protective H, but also some good ol sweetness
ʚ not requested, just felt like writing a little something and it’s pretty bad but idk🙃
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The weather in London had been surprisingly nice so far for fall, the sun shining and gentle breeze filtering through the still changing leaves was enough of an incentive to get you and Harry out the door for your daily walk. Luckily not far was a fall market, so the plan was to grab your oat latte’s from your favourite cafe and head towards the vendors stands.
“You ready to go H?”
Your hands fixing your vest as it rested over your (harry’s) oversized sweater, opting to dress a bit more comfy and casual
“M’just grabbing my phone then i’m good”
Soon enough he wandered into the front entrance, sunglasses in hand, as he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips
“Ready”
“Shall we?”
Taking your hand he nodded, opening the door to your apartment and leading you out, making sure to lock the door before you both took off down the elevator and out onto the somewhat quiet streets of your neighbourhood. Thankfully you didn’t need to go towards super central London otherwise you’d have avoided the market all together.
“Seems quite quiet today don’t you think baby?”
Harry hummed
“A bit, but you know it’s never really quiet for us” his voice held an anxious undertone which made you frown
“I know, but i’m safe with you and we know what to do if it ever gets too crazy”
Three weeks prior the two of you had been caught downtown where it was way busier than expected and you ended up seeking refuge in a small boutique until Harry’s security team could show up, needless to say your boyfriend was not impressed and you stayed at home the next couple days afterwards.
“I’m still sorry for that”
A frown etched across your face once again
“My love you don’t need to apologize for something you have no control over…i’m safe, i’m not hurt and you aren’t either…I promise you do not need to apologize to me”
Even if you both were hesitant around pda, Harry leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, eliciting a happy sigh from you. The walk towards the market was nice, not many people, and when you arrived it wasn’t packed either.
“Oh H look they’ve got the chilli oil we’ve been trying to find”
Harry followed you towards the stand, eyes still scanning the area to make sure the two of you were okay
“Why don’t we get a few of them?”
You smiled
“Good idea!”
Paying the lady she bid you both goodbye as you kept wandering. A few people starting to notice Harry Styles was now walking amongst them, it wasn’t until you took his hand and squeezed it that he figured out you were starting to get uncomfortable.
“I think i’ve got everything,can we go?”
“Course we can”
His arm wound it’s way around your waist, tucking you into his side as you walked away from the farmers market, his fingers tapping your hip gently as a way to calm both himself and you down, both of you not a fan of the constant shadows that followed the two of you around. It wasn’t until a few voices begun to call his name that he stopped turning to face them
“Can you guys please not do that? It’s making my girlfriend and I uncomfortable.”
The two people with camera’s that had been following you stopped, both of them looked to be in their teens, it almost made you feel bad but at the end of the day, some people did forget Harry was human and wasn’t mean to be followed around like a lost dog.
“Oh sorry!”
“We didn’t mean too!”
Nodding he sent them a brief smile
“Thank you, enjoy your day.”
You smiled at the two teens as they walked away, obviously feeling bad for upsetting Harry
“You alright lovie?”
He nodded
“Yeah, just-I just hate that”
“I understand, we’re almost home and then it’ll be just the two of us”
He was more than happy to get home and cuddled up on the couch, the two of you going through another rerun of gossip girl as the weather begun to get colder. You’d bring down the fluffiest blankets and set up some snacks just to have a quiet afternoon which were always your favourites.
“I’m sorry about that again by the way”
“Not your fault baby, it happens, i’m used to it, and you always keep me safe so really, everything is okay”
Hearing confirmation was enough for Harry to press a kiss to your temple as you continued making your way home, excited to get out of the public eye and just enjoy some quality time away from the constant watching eyes.
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Morning Whispers
Summary: Harry’s raspy morning voice turns Y/N on
W.C: 719 
Warnings: None, just mentions of oral sex 
Tags: Singer!Boyfriend!Harry x Girlfriend!Y/n 
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The rays of sunshine falling through the mesh curtain like sprinkles of glitter. Watching the sun shine on a winter morning is the best feeling ever. But you know what's even better than that… having a man with a face chiselled with features handcrafted by the gods of ancient Greece sleeping right next to you on the same bed. The irony between the soft sunlight kissing his manly face that seems to have aged like fine wine with wisdom, oh how she envied the sun. His eyebrows always seem to quiver while he is relaxed in his sweet slumber. She knows how stressful the last couple weeks have been for him. Harry is planning his next world tour, she is extremely happy for her boyfriend however it has taken a toll on his mental health. She can’t help but stare at the butterfly tattoo on his abs that move rhythmically with each breath. These were the moments she lived for. The feeling where the world goes quiet, a sense of absolute serenity… a little world of their own, just her and Harry. Sometimes it's hard for her to believe that the moment she is experiencing is actually true. A dream came true. She could never get enough of him. Y/N cant help but smile as she watches his lips slightly pout in his sleep, a habit he has that she noticed from the very beginning of their relationship. Even now, after 3 years into their relationship, it makes her smile at how innocent he looks while he sleeps. She moves her face closer to his and gives him a small kiss on his lip. Moving her hands into his hair just to massage them lightly. 
His eyes slowly open as he tries to adjust to the bright sunlight. He smiles as he watches the love of his life staring at him like he is the only man she has ever seen. Anyone watching them from far away could say that they love each other to death. Harry pulls Y/N into a deep, passionate kiss to start the day on a good note. “Good mornin’, my sweet pea,” he says in his deep, raspy morning voice. “Oh, Im fucked,” she thinks to herself. If someone asked her what motivates her to get up in the morning. She sure would answer by saying “just to hear his morning voice”. Harry has always had a deep yet calming voice, however, his voice tends to get extra deep in the morning. It resembles his raw, sexual masculinity. However, Y/n's voice tends to be the exact opposite of Harry’s. Soft, delicate and fragile. This is because most mornings her voice is gone due to shouting and moaning Harry’s name all night. 
“You know how much I love you right, darling?” He speaks with care and love in his voice. The deadly combination of his sweet words of affirmation and his alluring, sensual voice gets Y/n’s mind in a spiral. He never fails to mention how much he loves her first thing in the morning. “I know. I love you too. A little too much right now,” she says in her soft voice. “Yeah, why is that?” he asks, knowing the reason very well. A few months into the relationship he realised how much his morning voice turned her on. Although she never confirmed it, he knew very well. “You know very well baby” she replies back. He just hums back and pulls her into his chest. Her back touching his chest. He sprinkles small kisses on her neck and kisses her a little longer on the spot that he knows is extremely sensitive. Leaving a small mark for him to admire later on in the day. He drags his hand on her waist down to her naked stomach, rubbing small circles. Y/N usually sleeps in her cute, crop tops and shorts while Harry sleeps only in his boxers. Harry positions Y/N on her back as he gets on his knees. She knows exactly what he is going to do and to say she was excited (in both ways;)) was an understatement. She gasps as he pulls her shorts down. He spanks her inner right thigh and groans and murmurs “Now hush, let daddy have his breakfast in peace.”       
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Summary: Eddie has known you for a few years, the two of you met when his band entered a battle of the bands contest at the Hideout and since then you’ve been good friends and in true Eddie fashion over the years he’s sort of developed a small crush on you. But all that changes when he invites you to one of Steve’s house parties where one of Eddie’s long time buddies, Alex makes a surprise appearance after moving back to Hawkins from California. Eddie watches from a far as Alex not so subtlety flirts with you and if he’s being honest with himself he doesn’t like it. So it’s not long before Eddie gets Alex alone so he can tell him how he feels about you but instead of agreeing to back off Alex simply tells Eddie he’s not going anywhere and doesn’t plan on backing down because he likes you too so…may the best man win in the battle for your heart🖤
A/N: Harry Styles(2015 to be specific) is the face-claim for Alex and if that’s not your thing that’s fine! It’s just fun and easier to use a face claim for me.
Update Schedule: Every Tuesday
Fic Type: Friends to lovers and fighting for your attention.
Tag List: Open
Conversations: Coming Soon✨
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Extras: Here
*this fic is a mixture of texts and actual blurbs but you’ll find everything in the correct order below*
Part 1: Did you say party?
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