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[allthelovehes]

Summer Paradise* | Part 2

Summary: Day two of their vacation in Greece. Y/N's parents leave for a romantic excursion so Harry and Y/N have to entertain each other all afternoon.

Pairing: bfd!Harry x reader

Word count: 6.1K

Warnings: Kinda rough? Unprotected, almost getting caught, face fucking, squirting.

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A/N:  My oh my, I can't believe it's already the last day of April, the last day of uploading every single weekday. It's been a wild ride, especially with a car accident somewhere in the middle of all of the fun and me being behind schedule haha. Anyway, I hope you all love this little one shot!!

The next morning Y/N gets woken up by the feeling of Harry's hard cock pressing into her ass. Rays of sunshine peek through the curtains, onto her face, alerting her that it's morning. Harry's fast asleep with his head pressed to the back of her neck, little snores leaving his lips. She reaches her arm back, setting it on Harry's hip, and she feels his hand twitch around her waist in reaction.

She then presses her ass back against him he lets out a snore, impulsively jerking forward in his sleep. A soft moan leaves her lips as she can feel the head of his length skimming the curve of her ass. The more she rolls her hips back, the harder he becomes, and she decides maybe she wants to wake him up too.

Reaching behind her, she attempts to wrap her hand around him and Harry grumbles in his sleep. “Y/N?” He hums out, sleep lacing his voice, her name dragged off the tip of his tongue. She shushes him in her soothing voice as he kisses the top of his head. He peeks his eyes open slowly, his cock throbbing from her touches, another grunt leaving his lips. “What are you doing, baby?” He whispers.

“Don't you like my hands on you?” She breathes, continuing to pump her hand.

He hums and closes his eyes, letting his head fall into her shoulder as she drags her thumb over his slit. Harry knew exactly what Y/N was getting at, and it was hard to resist with the way her hand glides up and down the length of him. Her thumb makes swirls as she pumps her fist over him, dragging a breathy sigh past his lips.

“I just want to make you feel good, okay? I think you deserve it after last night.” She sighs back, turning herself around to face him. “You treated me so good.”

She slips out of his t-shirt and tosses it onto the floor, the sheets no longer covering her. Her hand pushes Harry on his shoulder so he rolls over on his back. He watches her eagerly as she settles down on his lap, hovering over his length.

Harry's watching her carefully with sleepy, green eyes. He's wide awake, but his actions are barely making any movement. Y/N guides his cock towards her entrance, latching her teeth on her bottom lip and she rubs his head along her lips. “Mm.” She breathes out as she slowly lowers herself down on him before she pushes back up. “Is this what you want, Sir?” She gasps, his hands gripping her waist.

He revels at the nickname falling from her lips. Such a fast learner she is. Such a good girl, too.

Harry helps her slide up and down on his shaft, his cock beginning to throb. “Yeah, baby. Show me how you ride.” He coaxes, stroking the surface of her skin with his thumbs.

Y/N quickly starts to up her speed and his cock is already hitting spots inside her she wasn't aware of. Her back slightly arches, a loud moan leaving her lips. Y/N plants her palms onto Harry's stomach, holding herself up as her body begins to react to his rough, textured skin against her walls.

Her head hangs back and more cries leave her lips, Harry's grip strengthening so he can help her quickly bounce on his length. His lips twist into a smirk and he begins to thrust into her, her head flopping forward.

“Is this how you wanna come?” He asks. “Riding my cock?”

A broken hum leaves her throat, followed by the sound of Harry's phone buzzing twice on his nightstand. Both of them ignore it because they are in the bliss of their intimate actions. All their focus is on one another, even when it starts buzzing again, neither of them stops their movements.

“Mhm, yes. Please make me come.” She whines.

The way her words tear at the lining of his heart. He wishes nothing but to feel every ounce of pleasure emerge from her. Maybe it's the thought of making her completely, utterly overwhelmed that entices him. Like an aphrodisiac, it sucks him in to see what it is that makes her scream, and it may seem strange. It's hot how his entire attention span has spiralled into just her.

“Can you— fuck.” Her voice trembles as her hips swivel, her lower abdomen tensing. “Are you close?” She finally squeaks, her pitch barely above a whisper as she cries.

His eyes shut with a moan. “I can last a little longer, I know you can too, baby. Don't stop fucking me.” Harry encourages, his head pressing against the back of his pillow.

His nails dig into her skin, and the light pink marks form crescent-like markings. More little whimpers, little mewls are pulled from Y/N, Harry's cock doing the perfect job at making her feel thoroughly used. He manages to push her hips down farther on his shaft, a tiny, achy feeling developing in her lower stomach.

“You're so fucking big.” She tells him with a whine as her throat becomes dry, her whines scratchy. The more he presses his nails into her skin, the more eager she becomes. “My pussy can only take so much.” She adds.

“Your pussy takes me beautifully.” He groans, feeling himself coming closer and closer to his release. “You're a good little girl.”

“I'm gonna- fuck.” Y/N moans as Harry bucks his hips roughly into her, clenching around his length. Her jaw becomes slack and she can't say a word, or rather find her voice, as a tingling feeling rises and heats her insides, then slowly pours throughout her body.

“Fuck, yeah, love. Like tha-“ Harry whimpers are cut off by a knock on his door.

“Harry!” Y/N's father says, followed by another knock, loud enough for both Harry and her to hear.

Both of their hips jerk, letting their arousal bleed away, as her eyes widen when she stares at Harry. “Oh my God.” She gasps.

She suddenly feels so exposed in front of Harry as she stares in shock. She scrambles off his lap, then combs through her hair with her fingers nervously.

“Go in the bathroom, we'll be fine.” He chokes out as she hears her father knock once more on his door.

“Hold on! One minute!” He calls, and Y/N throws a hotel bathrobe at him.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. Harry slips the bathrobe over his naked body, his cock still hard and wet with her juices. Y/N darts across his room and into his bathroom, just as he swings the door open.

“Ah! Finally, good morning.” Y/N's father says, almost way too chipper, but the cheer disappears when he looks at Harry.

“Um, good morning.” Harry replies awkwardly, sweat coating his forehead. His cheeks are stained a light pink and his hands ball up the ends of his robe.

“Are you ready for breakfast?” He asks. “I texted you a few times, asking what time you wanted to eat. But you didn't respond.”

“I haven't checked my phone yet, sorry. Wasn't up for long. Just going to get dressed and I'll join you guys at the restaurant.” Harry gives a crooked smile, his cheeks and nose becoming flushed as the blood rushes to his face. He then realises that his friend is probably going to find Y/N as well. “I'll ask Y/N to come too. You two go enjoy a cup of coffee in peace.” Harry offers, avoiding her father's gaze so he doesn't have to show his reddening face.

“That would be lovely. Thank you. We'll wait for you both downstairs.”

Y/N's father walks away, as Y/N stays concealed in the bathroom. She lets out a breath she doesn't even know she's holding in. Her hands roam her sides, her fingertips wiping the light sheen of sweat away.

“He's gone.” Harry whispers, Y/N's head peeping out from behind the door. “You can come out now.”

She pads out of the bathroom, then into his arms, burying her face into his neck. “Oh my god.” She murmurs into him, her throat dry and voice nearly gone.

“It's okay, baby.” He soothes her. Harry lets out a heavy sigh, Y/N turning her head slightly. “We should get dressed and go meet them.”

She nods quietly, suddenly feeling smaller than she's ever felt before. Y/N bites on her bottom lip, but her hands teasingly grip the silky material of his robe, mischief glowing in her eyes.

“No, no, hey. None of that.” He tells her, pulling away gently to place a kiss on her lips. “We can finish later.”

Y/N groans. “What if I don't want to wait?” She questions, licking a stripe of saliva over his lips, catching him off guard.

“I'm sorry your orgasm was ruined but your father is waiting and we don't want to be suspicious.” He starts. “So go to your room, put on some clean clothes and wait for me there.” He says.

Y/N obeys, picking her clothes up off of the floor and stalking to her room. As soon as she walks through the door, the bathrobe drops to the floor leaving her naked once more. She puts on her bikini and covers herself with a sheer top and jean shorts before she walks out to the hallway to wait for her man.

Harry exits his room in shorts and a white dress shirt. Y/N stares at him in amusement because she knows he is going to hate her outfit of choice. “Jesus Christ, woman. Did you really have to wear, that?” Y/N chuckles as he sets his hand on her back leading her into the elevator. Once the doors close they are on each other. Harry lifts Y/N's ass in his hands pressing her into the side of the elevator. Their tongues battle with one another, tasting the lingering toothpaste on his tongue. Both of them groan as the bell chimes and the doors open. But luckily no one steps in. Once the doors have closed again, Y/N is attacking his neck, sucking marks onto his skin while she rubs her hands under his shirt. Her hands travel down from his chest and squeeze the outline of his throbbing cock. Harry pulls back panting heavily as the elevator opens up at the ground floor.

Once they find her parents, sitting across from each other at a table for four at the lovely outdoor patio. Y/N sits down next to her mother while Harry takes place in front of her.

“Good morning.” They both smile awkwardly.

“How did you two sleep?” Y/N's mother asks and Harry clears his throat, barely able to look her in the eye.

“Wonderful. The beds are comfy and the pillows were very nice too.” Y/N smiles looking up to catch Harry watching her with amused, and slightly shocked, eyes. “I love having all that space to myself, it's definitely better than my bed at home.” She shrugs, trying to play it off as though she didn't spend the night in Harry's bed.

The breakfast restaurant is a buffet-style one where you can make your own omelette of choice, bacon and sausages, toast, and a big bowl of fruit. Her father suggests going and getting their food first, seeing as how they are all hungry.

On their way to the buffet, Harry's hand slides over Y/N's, giving it a quick squeeze. He watches her lift the tray and get her ingredients for her omelette from the displayers, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, slightly envious at how well she managed to hide what had actually happened. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears and Y/N's pink flushes on his cheeks.

They both wait for their eggs while the chef grills and prepares them. Harry looks over his shoulder to see Y/N's parents all caught up in each other out on the patio, giving him the privacy he wants. “Last night was fun. You learned fast.”

Y/N hums and her lips curl. “Yeah?” She responds. Harry wonders if this will blossom into a new fascination for her. “You taught me well.” She adds in a lower tone as her eyes fall to the space between them.

“Of course.” His voice drops as well, mimicking her. He leans closer to whisper into her ear and the hairs on her neck rise. “You looked fucking gorgeous when you came all over my cock.” He sighs, causing Y/N to curve her back as a chill runs down her spine. Harry then smiles. “Loved the sounds you made too.”

Harry leans back and Y/N sees the cheesy grin on his face, the apples of her cheeks burning. “Har, people might hear us. You wouldn't want me to start moaning now, would you?”

He simply shrugs and Y/N raises an eyebrow at him. “I bet you decided to wear this shirt just to tease me.” He says pinching the sheer fabric on her shoulders. “Putting your perfect tits in view. What's gotten into you?”

Y/N smirks. She indeed chose this shirt on purpose, she wants him to look at her and the unfinished business of this morning causes her to want to torture him. “Nothing has gotten into me. You haven't.” She pauses, trying to read his expression.

Harry chuckles. “Still annoyed, are we?”

“Very.” She replies with a sigh.

The chef places two perfect omelettes on the counter in front of them, calling their attention. Before they can go back, Harry grabs Y/N's hand, forcing her to turn around and face him. “Well, as I said, tonight you're going to get yours.”

***

After breakfast, they all make their way to the hotel's beach bar where they end up chilling around until it's time for lunch, and after that, Y/N's parents are escorted towards their activities.

“I hope you don't mind but your mom and I booked the two of us a catamaran cruise for today, so you're stuck with Harry. I bet he'll retreat to his room or just make sure he downs enough vodka soda's and he'll be good for the afternoon.” Y/N's father tells her. “We'll see you at dinner tonight.”

“I'm right here.” Harry replies from behind them, a bitterness in his tone. His words are followed by a loud chuckle. “Yeah. Enjoy your cruise. Don't forget you're not twenty anymore, that booze will give you a hangover.” He warns him sarcastically.

“Oi! I can still drink and enjoy myself. We're going on a cruise, let me live.”

Harry shakes his head, listening to her father grumble under his breath as he walks away. His hands settle on Y/N's shoulders, suddenly having her full attention as he dips down closer to her ear. “All alone with me for an afternoon. Let's make the most of it.” His voice, laced with an obviously suggestive undertone, makes Y/N's breath catch in her throat.

Y/N turns around, both of them still at eye level. “My parents aren't even gone yet and you're already putting dirty ideas in my head.”

Harry scoffs and smiles. “Oh love, you're the one who wore a bikini that hugs your tits just right.”

“Wow, such a charmer you are, Styles.” She giggles, a huff of air reaching the tip of his nose. Harry grins, loving the sound of her laugh. He enjoys this playful and happy aura he's had her radiating since last night and has continued the morning. His arms snake around Y/N's middle.

“We have an entire afternoon to kill. What do you want to do?”

“Hmmm.” She looks around, the warmth from Harry's body shielding her against the wind. It's nice, she enjoys feeling protected like this. “I can think of a thing or two.” She mumbles, leaning against his body as her hand lays on the centre of his stomach.

“You have a filthy mind, darling.” Harry hums, Y/N snickering, knowing he wasn't serious about the criticism. His arms still rest on her middle. “Should we go to the room? Just spend the afternoon wrapped in the sheets?” He adds, his deep and soothing voice making her pulse quicken.

Her lips twitch as she fights a grin. Harry takes her by the hand, his gaze locked with hers and leads them towards the elevator, up to the 14th floor of the building. “Maybe we'll have to check out the balcony.” Harry wonders out loud.

“Are we that adventurous?” Y/N asks as the lift shoots up. Her body lurching.

“I hope we are.”

It's then Y/N finally looks up at Harry's face, finding a mischievous glint shining in his emerald eyes. There's that smile, crooked and amused and causing his dimples to protrude. The same one she finds breathtaking no matter the moment. That smile is almost always there when they're having an intimate moment.

The two of them reach the door of his room and Harry slides the keycard through, letting the door click open. The second he steps in he slams her back against the wall, capturing her in a searing kiss as the door closes, a gasp leaving her mouth as his tongue licks along her bottom lip.

“Take this off, darling. Need to see those pretty tits.” Harry purrs against her mouth, tugging on her shirt, pushing the fabric up over her head and letting it hit the floor.

“Someone's desperate.” Y/N teases, her lips kissing over Harry's jawline and his earlobe.

Harry doesn't answer and instead reaches for Y/N's bikini top, the fabric loosening as he unhooks the strap and slides the colourful material down her arms, discarding the garment. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” His voice low, his hips pinned against hers.

He allows her to peel the thin white t-shirt off him, letting her get a better view of his body. “Even prettier.” Y/N speaks, a cheeky grin forming on her face, mirroring the one that is plastered on Harry's face. Her hand slides down the centre of his body, brushing down his abdomen until she's grazing her palm over his already erect member, letting her index finger caress his length teasingly. She hears a moan spill from Harry's lips as he rolls his head back.

Harry watches with half-lidded eyes as Y/N lets the last shred of clothing that remains on her body fall. The short jeans shorts that clung to her form now leave her completely exposed and wanting more. She looks heavenly.

He's seen her naked before, but never so bare and unashamed. “Go to the balcony.” His tone, nearly deadpan, surprises her but still, she complies and walks outside, not quite grasping his reasoning, but trusting him nonetheless. They are on the 14th story of the building so there's not a single chance anyone from down below will be able to see them. Harry is close behind, doing the quick and easy job of kicking his trunks off before joining Y/N outside, her naked body almost begging for him. “Kneel.”

She complies again, her heart beginning to thump heavily in her chest. She looks up, biting on her bottom lip, as Harry steps in front of her. She drops down with her knees on the solid floor tiles, cold, hard and kind of painful but Harry's gaze is making it all worth it.

“You look gorgeous like this, angel.” He starts. “Let's put those pouty little lips to use.” Harry uses his index finger to trace her top and bottom lip gently. His other hand massaging his length. Y/N parts her lips just in time for him to place the head of his member between her lips. “Suck.” Harry mutters, his thumb pushing up her chin.

Harry feels her soft lips close around him. Her tongue teases his slit while one hand rests on the back of her head. Her mouth is warm and wet and Y/N perfectly bobs her head back and forth. She moans, sending vibrations coursing through him, his groans causing a clenching to start in the pit of her stomach. Harry looks down at the woman, her lidded gaze as her mouth works on him, taking him deeper into her mouth, gagging as he brushes the back of her throat. He keeps watching, his large hand carding through her locks in encouragement, groaning and gasping out her name. “Y/N...fuck.”

“Hmm.” She hums, feeling his shaft slide between her lips. Y/N pushes back the instinct of having to swallow down saliva and instead lets it flow down her lips. It's messy but also hot.

Harry grasps her face with two hands, one on each cheek. His big hands cover her entire face as he holds her in place. Her big puppy eyes look up at him as if to ask why he stopped her. But Harry just holds her in place. “Relax for me.” He pleads before he pushes his hips forward, the tip of his dick gently brushing on the back of her throat. “Fuck...shit, yes.” He mutters, feeling the clench of her throat on his swollen member. Y/N's eyes immediately water and tears begin to run down her cheeks from the discomfort and gagging, Harry watching it all intently. He groans, seeing a string of spit dangle from her bottom lip and hearing the gurgling sounds she makes. His length twitches with the noises and he is too far gone to stop now. He pulls back before he pushes back in, a little bit further this time. Y/N swallows reflexively each time he fucks her throat and groaning each time his tip hits the back of it, her throat so tight and warm, the friction and movement and sight are overwhelming.

“Ahh, fuck.” He curses as he finally pulls his big cock from between her lips and watches as a string of saliva stretches from his tip to her wet lips. Y/N keeps her tongue out, staring up at Harry through her wet eyelashes. A sight that is going to stick with him forever, it seems.

“Darling, you have no idea how hard it is not to make you choke on my cum.” He growls and she responds with a hum, the tip of his swollen member resting on her lips again. “Stand up and turn around, hands on the edge.” He commands, pointing at the balcony railing.

As Y/N moves to her feet, Harry catches the faint pattern of red marks from the ceramic tiles, blushing slightly at how rough he's been with her, hoping she doesn't mind.

Once again, she does exactly as told, stepping forward, pressing the palms of her hands on the cold aluminium and spreading her legs a little. Her ass is now facing Harry as she bends forwards, his cock hardening at the view. The milk glass balustrade, along with the height they're on provides the perfect privacy for the two.

Harry walks towards her, his big palm lands on her ass cheek, squeezing tightly. She lets out a sharp yelp at the contact of his big hand. The cool skin warms up quickly under the pressure of his hand and Y/N relishes on it. “Ready to get fucked out here?” He asks.

“Yes, fuck yes.” Y/N doesn't hesitate, her words dripping with need and anticipation. “Please.” She adds, wiggling her ass on his rock-hard member.

“Tell me you want me to ruin your pussy.” Harry orders as his hands knead into her flesh, pressing his hips against her so he rubs between her ass cheeks. Y/N whimpers, her mind fuzzy with lust.

“Yes, please ruin my pussy, need you so bad, I need you, Har-“ Her words are cut off by a sharp squeal leaving her lips when Harry unexpectedly pushes in and bottoms out inside of her, her nails digging into the railing.

Harry takes in the new sensation of being buried in Y/N's hole. “Oh God.” he growls as his thick length slips easily into her entrance, her warm and welcoming heat enveloping his cock completely. A string of curses follows suit, leaving his mouth as a growl. Harry rolls his hips, setting the pace for them. “Fuck, you're so good, Y/N, feels fucking amazing.”

His hips move back before snapping forward, eliciting a broken whimper from Y/N which soon becomes a moan as the coil in her gut grows tight. Y/N meets his movements, trying her best to keep silent, not wanting any neighbours who might be out on their balcony to hear them. Her head hangs between her shoulders, feeling Harry thrusting inside of her, every nerve in her body burning, his cock stretching her tight entrance wide open with ease.

“Fuck! H-Harry...harder.” Her cries are breathy and whimpering as his dick keeps hitting her spot every single time, over and over again. She's sure she will go crazy if he keeps on hitting there, but fuck does it feel so good. Her knees grow weak and shaky and her arms threaten to buckle from under her weight. Her body tenses under the sensations as they work through her. Harry listens to Y/N and pounds harder, his eyes drawn to the motion of their bodies colliding with every thrust.

His cock slips inside Y/N's tight cunt repeatedly, making the most sinful and filthy sound known to him, wet and slippery and obscene. “Want everyone to know that my cock belongs in your wet little pussy?” He grunts, giving her a sharp slap on the ass, another one quickly following. “Want to scream my name so everyone knows you're mine and mine only?”

“Fuck, you sound so good to me, fucking hell.” Her thighs tremble under her weight.

“Say my name, come on.” He says, moving closer, their skin connecting.

Harry is pounding inside of her, not giving Y/N a chance to process her thoughts. Her moans get stuck in her throat, a tightness growing in her pelvis, about to explode at any given moment. She can't even talk and Harry just takes everything away, ripping it all away with every snap of his hips and making her feel him deeper than any person has ever gotten.

His hand snakes around her perfect body, his fingers sliding down to circle her clit, still managing to move his hips at the same speed. “God, your little pussy is gripping me so fucking tight, baby.”

Her knees are threatening to fail her. Y/N knows her body is already covered in a thin layer of sweat, her forehead is shiny. As his fingers keep circling her sensitive bud and his big dick stretches her pussy wide open, she knows there is nothing she can do anymore. All her body wants is release, craving sweet relief from the pressure growing on her lower stomach, getting unbearable each time his member glides in and out, each time his fingers move fast.

“Shit! Yes! Mmmm, I'm gonna come. Don't stop.” She moans louder than she initially had planned to, a little higher-pitched than usual due to the pleasure she is receiving from his fingers playing with her bundle of nerves and his length sliding in and out of her core.

Harry's hand caresses the back of her thigh. “Come all over my cock, angel, yeah...just like that, darling.”

Y/N leans forward, supporting her upper body with her elbows, her head hanging low, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the rail is strong. Moans and heavy breathing slip from her mouth and the slick sound of him pounding inside of her can be heard from between her thighs. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck and she is a panting mess, on the brink of reaching her climax.

“Oh my god, I-I'm...!” Y/N manages to let out. She squirts all over his thick, pulsating cock, Harry moaning loudly at the feel, both his hands now back on her ass cheeks to hold her steady.

“There we go, good girl.” He soothes, slowing his thrusts to ride her high until she is finished and she finally relaxes.

“H-Holy shit.” Y/N lets out, her voice shaking as she is left boneless and her head spins from her orgasm. She couldn't quite process her thought, her ears ringing and a light buzz taking over her. Her pussy is throbbing, wanting more, needing his fullness, needing to clench around him.

“I knew you had it in you to do it.” Harry sounds proud looking down at his soaking wet thighs and small puddle at his feet. He pulls out slowly, smirking at the sound his cock makes as it leaves her fluttering core. Her wetness makes him groan and swear. His hard dick is covered by her juices and as he strokes himself he is amazed by the feel and warmth it leaves in his hand.

“Did I do good?” She asks, breathless. She had never squirted before and honestly, it makes her feel kind of embarrassed at the mess she's created. Her walls continue to clench on nothing, her skin is sweaty and pink, a flush spreading across her chest, nipples erect.

Harry can't help but laugh. “Baby, that was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced.” He leans to kiss her, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

“Lay on the lounge chair.” Harry mumbles on her lips before taking them back. Y/N obeys again without a single complaint, her heart beats faster when she sits down on the leather lounger, his cock bouncing in front of her face once Harry has stepped closer.

He brings his index finger down to tease her soaking folds. “Wow, you're absolutely dripping,“ Harry mutters under his breath.

He motions her to lift her legs to put her ankles on his shoulders. When she does, he slowly pushes back inside of her entrance, relishing in the way she flinches in sensitivity from the stretch of his length, feeling her stretch around him to accommodate his size and length, burying his length deep within. Her entire body shivers as the pleasure sets in.

“I'm gonna fill your pretty pussy so full and warm.” Harry declares as his length begins thrusting. “Make you feel all my hot cum spilling down those beautiful, legs of yours. Make you carry my seed.”

His words have a hypnotizing effect on her as his hips push faster and rougher. Harry can't stop himself from spilling his dirty words into her ear, having noticed it was a major turn-on of hers and boy, were they doing the trick, her cunt is clamping down on his hard cock in a vice-like grip, so tight, and it is a wonder, to him, that he can even thrust into her at a respectable pace. But as much as it's pleasuring them, he was closer and closer to the edge.

“Come in my pussy, Harry.” Y/N breathes out, looking up to him with such loving eyes it has his balls tightening.

“Say may name one more time and I'll paint that pretty cunt white.”

“Make me all yours, Harry.” She moans and soon, his climax washes over him, hips bucking forward erratically. She whimpers, his hard and huge cock stuttering inside her cunt and filling her, coating her walls with his sticky fluid. Harry rides out his orgasm with his dick buried deep within her tight heat. Y/N hums, satisfied, their bare bodies melting together as one. She's never felt this love, not in a romantic sense, just, so taken care of.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You're going to kill me.” He pants, pressing his sweaty forehead to hers. His heart is hammering in his chest. Y/N giggles and drops a tender kiss on his lips as she pulls him closer to him with her legs around his waist. Causing him to groan as his cock is being pushed even further inside. “Stop.” He says breathlessly, pulling back just slightly.

He kisses down her chest and sternum. Y/N mews as he reaches her boobs. He suckles a nipple into his mouth before drawing away once more, slowly pulling out, his softening length and Y/N's fluids drip onto the seat below. He loves to admire the picture of her, post-sex, chest heaving and cum-soaked. His work. His baby.

“Maybe we should take a shower.” He says with a gentle smile, one she can't stop herself from returning.

Harry picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, a loud squeal leaves her lips and her heartbeat goes crazy. Her laughter fills his ears. As Harry heads to his bathroom, Y/N enjoys the sight of his round, ass cheeks. ***

After spending the rest of the afternoon in bed, fucking a couple more times and watching a movie on his laptop, they are getting ready to go downstairs again and meet her parents. Y/N just received a text message saying they'd be at the restaurant in about thirty minutes.

“Shit, your bathrobe is still in my room from last night.” Y/N curses. She wanted to put it back on so she could sneak through the hallway without having to wear her clothes from this morning.

“Take the other one.” Harry says, gesturing to the fabric on the floor. “Go get dressed, before your parents are going to complain we're late.”

Y/N puts his other bathrobe over her body and wraps it tightly. Once the tie is secured around her waist, she leaves Harry's room, leaving the rest of her clothes behind. Finally, in her room she gets dressed in a fresh pair of lingerie and puts on a tight black dress, hugging her every curve in the most beautiful way. Her hair is wild, dry and free but the way it frames her face is enough to make any man crumble to the ground for her. She finds a nice pair of black, satin heels from her suitcase and puts them on before she picks up the two bathrobes from Harry's room to bring them back.

The elevator is packed with people on their way to the main floor. That doesn't keep the two of them to basically fuck each other with their eyes and Harry to keep his hands to himself. They effortlessly find her ass, grasping the soft flesh underneath the thin material of her dress.

The doors open and a sigh leaves Y/N's lips once she steps out. It's been way too crowded and her body had already begun heating up, the fact she's feeling sexy in her outfit choice isn't helping either.

Once they're out of the elevator, the physical distance between the two grows, not wanting her parents to see them together like that as they walk into the restaurant. Y/N lets her eyes scan the room, her stomach rumbling due to hunger. Harry clears his throat to get her attention, pointing at the table where her parents are already seated, watching them as they make their way over.

“Good, you finally showed up. I was afraid you got lost in the building.” Y/N's mother teases and pulls her daughter into a hug while Harry gives Y/N's father a firm handshake.

They quickly fall into conversation about all the adventures her parents went on today, enjoying some delicious meals and a few glasses of champagne.

Harry's fingers run up Y/N's outer thigh, bringing goosebumps to her bare skin and her heartbeat skips. A little smile lingers at the corners of her mouth and he knows he's gotten the effect on her he was hoping for. As Harry's palm teases the waistband of her dress, she quivers, heat flooding between her thighs and desire rises within.

“Anyways, enough about the catamaran cruise.” Y/N's mother begins. “What have you two been up to today?” Y/N nearly chokes on her food, panic rising in her.

“Yeah, what have you been doing?” Her father adds.

Y/N keeps quiet, wanting to avoid being a suspect in anything that happened between her and Harry and only keeps smiling at them.

“We've walked around the hotel grounds and then swam some laps before we ended the day in the spa.” Harry takes his napkin and wipes his mouth before he answers her question.

“Sounds relaxing.”

Y/N can't say she feels very relaxed. But knowing that the bed in her own hotel room will be unused this vacation does have her feeling pretty damn good about that.

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MASTERLIST

ONE SHOTS

Kings of Leon

Wear something noticeable || Part 2

Equatorial Sun

What are you doing up?

My head is spinning over you

Pax Romana

Harry's grammy performance

You lied to me

Chocolate cake

Golden Boy

Nameless

Meeting her || Part 2 || Part 3

INSTAGRAM BLURBS

Dating hints

Pregnancy

Sadie Sink

Elsa Hosk

Lori Harvey

Pudderfly

Deepika Padukon

Dakota Johnson

Matilda Djerf

Gracie Abrams

Bella Hadid

SERIES

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Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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After Show Surprise (HarryxReaderxFlorence)

AN: This is my first time writing something like this and it sat in my drafts forever so lmk what you think. As always idk how to finish a story so I may continue it, there’s not much harryxreaderxflo content on here but I liked writing abt it so if you have thoughts or ideas reply or ask!

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Tonight is Harry's last night at MSG, you are beyond proud of him and ready for the few days he has off before moving to his next residency. You have seen this show enough times that you know when he is almost finished with his set, so you slip away from your seat to set up a surprise for Harry in his dressing room. After a show, he has so much adrenaline pumping through his veins and he can't wait to get back to the hotel to rip your clothes off, so as a surprise for his last night you thought you'd let him have a sneak preview. Usually after the show he comes back to his dressing room and has some alone time as he comes down from the high of being on stage.

You quickly make your way to the room; having been there for 2 weeks you finally have a good understanding of all the hallways backstage. When you get to Harry's room you find your bag and begin changing clothes. You can hear Harry start his final goodbyes, so you know you have about 5 minutes until he gets off the stage and makes his way to you. You switch out your usual concert fit of ripped jeans and a cropped tee, for a sexy black body suit. It's a combination of lace and satin, with the lace detail in just the right spots so you can show off all your assets. You pair the bodysuit with a satin robe and get comfortable on the couch while you wait for Harry to get back. You sit back right in the middle of the comfy, oversized leather couch, cross your legs, and drape the robe off your shoulders so everything is on display.

You're looking down adjusting your top when you hear the doorknob click open. You look up, smiling ready to greet Harry but there's much more shock than enthusiasm in his eyes. Before you can register the message his face is sending you, you catch a flash of blonde hair move behind his shoulder and hear a melodic singsong "Surprise, Y/N!"  You would recognize that voice anywhere. Florence, now standing beside Harry as he quickly shut the door, got a full view of your surprise.

"Erm, Y/N, Flossie was able to make it to the second half of the show and we were gonna surprise you." Harry laughed, walking toward you. "But I see now I should have given you a heads up because you had other plans for tonight." You laugh along at Harry's comment trying to cover up how mortified you are in this moment, instinctively you pull your robe closed over your chest. "Obviously I am a little underdressed," you state trying to make a joke to feel less awkward. You stand up to kiss Harry and try to act normal when you turn to Florence. "This is a wonderful surprise! I am so glad to see you, just wasn't expecting it," you hug her too.

"This is embarrassing," you blush, looking down. "Give me a second and I'll get dressed." Florence takes your chin and tilts your head up, "there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you're stunning. Have to say, also not what I was expecting, but I can't complain." She smiles and nudges Harry, "Is this the kinda treatment you're getting every night, H? I'm kinda jealous."

"I know, I'm a lucky guy," he responds, smiling at you and taking your hand. They're being so complimentary you almost forget how exposed you are right now. "You guys are too much, but still, let me put some real clothes on. Come and sit," you lead them to the couch you had been sitting on, and as you turn to find your bag of clothes Florence grabs your arm. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, you've seen more of the two of us on set anyway. Plus, I won’t be long, I don't want to spoil whatever you had planned for the evening."

Still semi-reluctant, you settle on the couch next to her and catch up for a few. You and Harry had been on tour for ages, and it had been so long since had time to talk. The three of you sat on the couch together laughing and catching up. Harry opened a bottle of wine, a few rounds later, hours that felt like only minutes had passed. You felt like it was getting colder, you looked down and realized your robe was slipping off. You were suddenly aware again that you were in fact basically naked and quickly fumbled with the robe. Florence stopped you, "you don't need to do that," and she reached up and brushed the hair out of your face.

You felt all of your blood rush to your face, as the thought of Florence flirting with you finally registered. You glanced up at Harry, but he was, as usual, hard to read. The two of you had been with a third in the past but never anyone you actually knew. And as far as you know, Florence didn't know about that, so she was coming to this conclusion all on her own. Harry wouldn't have ambushed you with this so he couldn't have set it up but thinking back three glasses of wine deep you were probably putting the energy out there all on your own.

Feeling all the tension, Florence spoke first, "Sorry if that was too forward, but I've been thinking it all night." Although you had never really talked to Harry about inviting Florence into anything with the two of you, you had considered it. It was hard not to, spending all that time on set with them watching them together and their chemistry and imagining yourself in the scene with them.

"Don't worry about it," you reply to her. "It's crossed my mind too." Suddenly you notice every detail of her face, and how her chest rises and falls with every breath. You look up to Harry again to get a sign of what the next step should be and the look on his face seems to say it all. You can tell he's studying the energy between you and Flo the look in his eye says he likes what he sees.

You turn back to Florence, but before you even say anything, she is slipping your robe the rest of the way off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air, your nipples poking through the lace. She cups your face in her hands and pulls you in, embracing your lips with hers. They're much softer than you expected, kissing her is gentle and warm. You intertwine your fingers in her golden curls, deepening the kiss, your tongue find hers, her hand finding your breast. She takes your nipple between her finger and thumb and rolls it meticulously, bringing a soft moan from your lips.

You feel Harry's hand on your waist from behind. He places rough, wet kisses to your neck, as his hands explore your body too. They know their way around you too well, and he finds exactly what he's looking for. He finds your core between your legs and begins to massage you.

Placed between them, there is such juxtaposition to the way they each kiss you; yet, there's so much passion coming from both sides. You begin to pull Florence's jacket off her shoulders, and she quickly helps you with the process. Your lips break apart just long enough for you to pull her dress over her head. "Perfect, now we're even." You smile. She is wearing a white bralette, just as see through as your top, nipples perfectly poking through.

Harry is still using his expertise of your body against you; you can barely think straight. Before you combust, you lift your hips off the couch, forcing Harry's pursuit to pause, and push Florence onto her back. You begin kissing down her body. Starting with slow, soft kisses on her neck. Then you move down her chest, placing gentle nips and kisses. You massage one of her breasts in one hand while slipping the other out of her bralette. She hums her content as you kiss your way to her core. You leave gentle licks and kisses across her stomach and thighs until you find your target. She wiggles under you in response to your first contact, as you begin licking and sucking her clit, you can’t help but moan in unison with her.

“This is a great view and all, but don’t forget about me!” Harry traces his fingers down your back and kisses your shoulder. You pause your pursuit of Flo, to which she groans in frustration, to turn back and kiss Harry. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn next,” you reassure him. But as you turn back towards Florence, he grabs your hips and pulls you against him. “No, I want to give you yours!” he demands as his hand finds its way back between your legs.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, because of course Harry knows your weakness. But he knows you all too well, before you can contradict him, he’s got you up on your knees and he’s slipping out of his jeans. You lock eyes with Flo before she even says anything, her desire is all over her face -and yours. “Oh, I didn’t forget about you,” you whisper to her. Your tongue leaves a long soft trace up to her core. Just as you begin your pursuit again, you feel Harry slam into you from behind. Your gasp is softened by Florence.

The impact of Harry’s shaft radiates throughout you. It takes all your strength not to succumb to his throbbing member, as you still massage and caress Florence’s whole body. As you begin to grow higher your moans deepen and ripple across her core pushing her over the edge. The chorus of moans is what you needed to meet her there, letting out a final moan as your orgasm pulses through you. You felt Harry pull out as you fell forward resting your head on Florence’s stomach.

“Oh my god” she panted, running her hands through your hair. “I know” you looked up at her, still shocked that she was even here. Harry sat down next to you and took a sip of his drink, “so, Flo, how long are you in town?”

[skylarmoon71]

Harry Wells Earth 2 (Flash) -Oneshot

To be honest you should have suspected something was wrong from the beginning.

You worked for a security company. When you were requested for a job, it wasn’t that strange. Your boss however said the company that asked for your assistance wanted you specifically by name. Which was a little weird. You weren’t a terrible employee. But you weren’t great enough for someone to request you by name. 

Nevertheless, you took the gig. The pay was pretty good. After finding out it was at Star Labs, it sort of made sense. 

The explosion that happened years ago left a lot of people on edge. So of course they would have to raise the price if they wanted anyone even stepping foot in that building. Getting there was easy. While Cisco Ramon was giving you the tour, you kept your eyes open for just about anything. 

By the time you made it to the cortex, you waited patiently to figure out why exactly they needed your services. The lab looked pretty high tech already. So security really didn’t seem necessary.

“Thank you for taking the job. I’m Barry Allen. I own Star Labs now. This is Caitlin, and Iris. “ Barry introduced . They all greeted you with smiles. However, there was another man in the room behind the glass that looked like a medical area. His back was to you, a cap on his head. He was pacing back and forth. 

“It’s nice to meet you all. I’d like to get right to it.” 

Barry suddenly looked a bit unsure. He rubbed the back of his neck. Cisco’s eyes shifted and Caitlin offered a smile. 

“Can we get you anything, a glass of water?” 

You narrow your eyes. 

“I’m alright.” 

The man in the other room finally came walking out and he looked annoyed. 

“Would you all just stop beating around the bush!” He moved his hat, and you took a step back. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Even for Central City this was crazy.

“H-Harrison Wells..” 

This didn’t make sense. He was supposed to be dead. Better yet, didn’t he confess to murdering Barry Allen’s mother?

“What’s going on!”

This was not what you expected at all. You were ready to hightail it out of there. 

“Okay, I know this is going to sound crazy but you’re..well you are..” Barry was fumbling over his words. 

“Damn it Allen!” Harrison moves over to you lifting his watch and when the red light begins to blink, you’re weary. 

“You’re a meta human.” The information hits you like a ton of bricks. 

“T-That’s impossible..” 

Barry lets out a sigh. 

“We didn’t hire you for your expertise in security. I need you to help me with my speed.” Barry pleads. 

“Your speed?” 

He nods, and you feel the wind smack you in the face. He’s right in front of you again, this time wearing the red and golden suit that you’ve seen around the city saving lives. This was a lot to process.

From that one action, Barry looked exhausted. He braced his hand on a table and Iris moved to his side. 

“I know this seems crazy. It probably doesn’t make sense, but right now you’re the only one who can help me. We’ve tried just about everything. Please.” You shake your head. 

“I’m sorry but I can’t help you. I’m not a meta, you have the wrong person.” 

They can’t fight the disappointment on their faces. You don’t stick around. You’re practically running out of there. 

Learning the truth was a bit painful. But you knew what you had to do.

 You need to leave Central City.

Most of your family had already left. After the incident your parents practically pleaded that you go with them, but you declined. You wanted to figure this all out on your own. But now, everything is different. 

Being a meta human in this city was a curse. 

In the last four hours, you’ve quit your job, texted your landlord about your lease and bought a plane ticket to New York. 

It’s possible because of the impromptu plans that you might get stuck at an airport for the night, but you could live with that. 

Shoving your clothes into your suitcase, you only pause when you hear the knocking at your door. Your brows furrow as you move over, opening it. The sight of Harrison Wells makes you uneasy. 

“How did you even find me?” 

“That’s simple, on Earth 55 you come from a family of speedsters. Basically I  tracked the address from that universe and made an educated guess.” 

You frown. The more he speaks the less you seem to understand. 

“What do you want?” 

“I was nominated to give you a pep talk.” 

“Are you being sarcastic?” 

“No, I’m serious.” 

You didn’t have time for this. You shut the door in his face. Turning the lock, you head back to packing. At least you try. A portal opens right in front of you, and you want to scream, but you just freeze up. Harry jumps through the portal and it closes right after.

“That was very rude.” 

“W-Wha- Get the hell out of my house!!” 

“Not until you listen. It’s not just the faith of this city that’s in danger. The world needs the Flash.” 

“That has nothing to do with me!” 

“It does and you know it.” 

You swallow. 

“When Allen changed the timeline a few years ago he altered a lot of events. You were one of them. When the accelerator exploded, you were affected, am I right?” Harry’s stare is firmly planted on you. 

It’s crazy that he knows that. 

You look at your feet.

“I was actually running.” You mumble. 

It’s a little unnerving how much knowledge he has on your life. He’s reading you like a book. 

“I didn’t even know about that stupid science opening. I heard it. It felt so close. But when the screams started, it could not have been good. Barely made it two feet away when I was hit. I was in a coma. My brother was the one there when I woke up. He looked at me as if I were a ghost. Doctors didn’t think I would ever come back.” 

Your situation sounds very similar to what Barry experienced.

“I don’t have powers. I’m normal. I’m telling you I can’t help. “ You sound defeated. Harry can understand why. The feeling that you’re letting someone down. He can relate. 

Harry removes his glasses. 

“This isn’t easy, it may even seem crazy. But you have the ability to help. Like Allen this wasn't just by chance. Regardless of what he did, it’s no coincidence that in other universes, you’re a speedster. You have a gift, and you can help Barry with it. You can help this city. You just have to be willing to try.” 

He hopes that this will help you make the decision that you need to. He’d always felt that time after time he kept making the wrong choices. He wanted to spare you from doing the same thing. He can see the contemplative look on your face. He only hopes he’s gotten through to you. Putting on his glasses, he turns, reopening another one of those portals. Just as he’s about to jump through, you take his wrist. Harry pauses. 

“Okay.” 

It’s said so softly. He notices how unsure you still look, and he can’t help but smile. It’s obvious that you’re still terribly scared. It makes sense. You release his wrist, and he takes your hand softly in his. It’s a hold of comfort, one that you actually appreciate at that moment. He takes a step, and you follow, both stepping into the portal.

“I’m just saying, maybe Harry wasn’t the best choice. I know we drew straws but he’s the least emotionally in tune out of all of us. “ You can hear Cisco’s voice from around the corner and you send a smile in Harry’s direction. 

“I appreciate the vote of confidence Ramon.” Comes Harry’s snarky tone. They all turn when they see you. 

“You came back.” Iris says with a smile. 

Doubt seems to creep back in, and Harry gives you another comforting squeeze before he lets go. It gives you the bit of confidence you need to face this. 

“I would like to help in any way that I can.”

Barry’s smile is wide and they all begin to guide you over to the speed lab. 

The Team takes a step back and you stand at the center with Barry, awaiting instructions. 

“Our abilities, they come from the speedforce. The last meta I fought did something to disrupt my electrical connection to it. I can’t access it right now. But it’s still there. I still have my speed, I just can’t use it properly.”

“If that’s the case, couldn’t you have called one of those other speedsters. There’s been like three others that I’ve seen on tv.” 

“Trust me, we tried. Even ones from other dimensions. Nothing works.” Cisco explains. 

“So what makes you think that my speed will help? I-I don’t even know if I really am a speedster. I’ve never been able to use any powers.” 

“Your speed hasn’t been accessed at all yet. So it’s the purest out of all of us. Because your meta gene is still new, it contains the electrical patterns I need to jumpstart my own.” Barry hopes that will make it clear, but even when he explains it, it doesn’t make sense. He can tell you’re confused by the look on your face. 

So maybe he needs another approach.

“Take my hands.” He holds them out. You’re skeptical, but you take his hands. 

“I need you to close your eyes.” 

You follow each instruction. Closing your eyes, you exhale softly, doing your best to level your breathing. 

“Picture the lightning, running through your veins. Like you’re weightless. That feeling you get when you’re moving and everything just slows down. But your heart, it’s still going, still moving.” 

Harry and the others look on. At first nothing happens, there is no change. But his eyes catch a minor spark at your feet. Barry grins when he sees it. Cisco looks very excited. 

“Time is just an object that you have control over. You can slow it down, speed it up. You have the power. The speed.” 

The specs of lightning are becoming more prominent. 

“Is that..” Cisco nods at Caitlin’s question.

“It’s working!!” He’s practically bouncing on his feet. Harry looks proud. 

“I knew she could do it.” 

Barry is wearing a similar look. He can see the energy surging through your hands, all the way to his. 

“Now you’re one with the speedforce. You’re a speedster (Y/N).” 

He doesn’t say those words aloud, and your eyes pop open. You gasp at the electricity that is present in Barry’s eyes. As you look around, your bodies are covered by a ball of golden streaks. 

“Thank you (Y/N).” 

“No problem…” You whisper in awe. 

There might be more to life than what you initially thought.

[haillordharry06]

‘Trouble in Paradise’ Chapter 1: We are the Styles

Synopsis: A young 28 year old cold but very hot CEO, or rather the biggest CEO in the whole of Europe falls for a sweet and nice 23 year old globally known, highest paid model Y/N Jenner. Yes she is part of the Kardashian - Jenner clan. Being totally opposite & from 2 different worlds is hard, but you know what they say opposites attract. Their love is all the world is currently gossiping about but this private man is finally enjoying hearing these kinds of rumors about him. 

Now they have 2 kids and Harry just loves it all.  Lavender being just 1min 32 seconds older than Ash but pretending to be 1 whole year older. They both love each other to a crazy extent, but wait there is a twist…. Will they remain to love each other so much forever? Will sibling love fade away because of their parents?

But in all of this chaos will Harry and Y/N fall out of love? Will they not want each other?

Warning: Cheating, mild cursing, sex, pregnancy. 

A/N’s Note: I hope you like the first chapter. I do not own anything except the storyline. These series have nothing to do with reality, it's just a fanfic and does not intend to offend anyone. Y/N is cameoed by Gigi Hadid. This is my first time writing a fanfic so please stand by. Please share your suggestions because I have something crazy in my head, and your suggestion might just end up making it crazier. Please don’t shy away from sharing. I promise ya’ll for a happy ending!!!

Love you all!

 Celebrity inside news, CEO Harry Styles is no more single, he is taken indeed. Yes you hear it right. The young Billionaire was seen with Victoria's Secret angel Y/N at the Catalyst Restaurant holding hands as well as even kissing. Well they seem pretty serious because it's both of their 1st time making any of their relationships public. Before this the young Vogue model was linked with actor Tom Holland but they did not confirm anything, rumors also said that both of them had a nasty breakup, but god knows the truth. 

Did you like the Hollywood new power couple? Please let us know.

 Y/N: Haz I knew that there is gonna be news but these many, and even including our pasts, this is just not done!! We need to take action against it.

Y/N firmly said. 

Harry: Babe we don’t need to do anything, if you allow may I suggest something?

Harry, like a gentleman asked and Y/N blushed at his small act, the anger just blew away.

Y/N: Go ahead, I’m all ears.

Harry: Then let's make our relationship official, this way we will not have to hide anything. I know this will be tough but I think we both are strong enough to handle it all. 

After an hour, just try to convince Y/N to make things official, Harry wins. Which was new in their relationship because Y/N always won. 

Y/N posted this on her Instagram and from the moment it got posted, it blew up!!

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yourinstagram: My man is my man none of your man!!

PS:  This was a win-win Mr. CEO not, your win.

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 Gemmastyles: Never knew Y/N you had such low standards.

yourinstagram @/gemmastyles: Can’t help who you fall for Gem’s

Y/Nmylove: OMG!!! MY FREAKING NEW PARENTS!!

Harryishandsome: I knew there was something going on between them.

Y/Nfan4: Oh sure you did

harryfan3: excuse me? what about tom 😶

Y/Nfan12: harry and y/n getting together is world.

A day later the Model posted a picture of her promoting her boo’s brand Pleasing.

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yourinstagram: Pleasing people!!!

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harryfan1: THERE'S NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.

harryfan2: YOU'RE THE BEST.

yourinstagram: I LOVE YOU

harryfan3: @/yourinstagram: same girl 😭😭

harryfan4: I’m still lost, what about tom??!!!

2 Years later-

Harry and Y/N tried multiple time but failed to make a baby, this is there last time other wise they will opt for adoption. 

Harry: Babe don’t worry, everything is gonna be fine

Y/N: How Haz I am not able to fulfill one simple wish of your, I ‘m just useless.

Harry: Babe just take a deep breath and lets check the test results.

Y/N nods.

The Pregnancy test was positive which meant they both were going to be parents. Both Y/N and Harry celebrated that moment. 

8 months into pregnancy after a dozen disagreements both Harry and Y/N decide to reveal there little secret.

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yourinstagram: I are really happy to announce that me and my boyfriend are soon going to become parents. I’m truly in love with our child (or children) already. 

Mama and Dada love you!!!

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And again they both blew the internet up. It was now a very casual thing for both of them to create online jam and blow up.

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stylesnews Y/N styles in London today with her child. Coming out of the Style and Co. Tower. It is still unknow which gender there child is or what there name is. But we hope that the baby is happy and health and of course a upcoming style icon like there parents.

Harryfan1: Omg she looks so pretty & in shape even after pregnancy

Y/Nfan3: Yay she is a model, she knows the tips and tricks.

Y/Nfan8: I hope it’s a girl

 Harryishot: She is giving major milf vibezz.

3 Years later-

A perfect family morning at the Styles mansion, the twins were running around while Y/N was preparing breakfast and Harry was still sleeping.

Y/N: Haz wake up!!! It's 10 am already, you're gonna be late for work.

Harry’s POV

I woke up to my beautiful girlfriend’s voice. I'm just not in the mood to go to work today, I just wanna be home with 3 of my babies…..

I went downstairs to see my sweet wifey preparing brekkie and my little munchkins running amok around the house.

End of POV

Both the 3 year old's, Lavender (nickname Lav) and Ash are really close to each other, something which their parents are really grateful of.

They ran outside to surprise their dad as they heard his footsteps coming downstairs. While running Ash accidentally fell and started to sob uncontrollably. Harry and Y/N ran towards him, Harry went and tried to calm his son down. While seeing her beloved brother cry Lav also started crying. And soon both of them were fine, not at all crying anymore.

Harry and Ash both had a very amazing relationship, unlike most baseball father and son duo they both were fairly open to each other but still Ash was a mom’s son after all. Even Lav was a total daddy’s girl.

Ash had a more reserved, observant and calm nature unlike his sister who was a totally hyperactive and enthusiastic creature.

End of the day they are the Styles, one of Hollywood's most popular and happy family.

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This is chapter 1 I hope you all liked it I was a light chapter, the upcoming chapter are going to be very less visuals and more text, at least that’s in my head but if you like it this way we may continue too. Let me know if Gigi Hadid should give the cameo of Y/N throughout or should I change the celebrity with every chapter. 

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[harrysxcarolina]

The Interview - Experience the first look of Y/n making her recently private relationship with the one and only Harry Styles public on the The late late Show with James Corden.

Warnings: None. Simply just fluff.

“Alright. Alright calm down everyone. I know we are all excited to be here tonight. I know it’s pretty exciting isn’t?” James speaks as he smirks a big smile and looks out at the crowd. Everyone continues to scream and clap as we sit there and take a moment to take it in.

“So tonight we have a special guest, clearly you already know who it is. So please give a warm welcome to Miss. Y/n L/n.” James states as he stands and gives a warm round of applause. The crowd is quick to join him. Smiling I continue to wave and mouth a few thank you before the crowd slowly dies down. “It’s such a pleasure to be here tonight. Thank you for having me James.” I say as cross my legs and fold my hands together in my lap to hopefully to stop myself from fidgeting. Harry made sure to remind me its a habit that I was sure to pick up from him, but yet he always tries to deny it. Smirking to myself I push the thought back of few moments we had before I came on stage.

“Ah like you had anywhere else to be other than on the The Late Late Show here with me.” James jokes as the crowd laughs in the background.

“I mean you didn’t really give me a choice now did you James,” I smirk as I give quick glance over my shoulder at the crowd and wink. They once again react just the way I want them to. “It’s hard to say no when you continuously show up at my house and beg me to come on your show.” I say as I lean back onto the couch crossing my legs, placing my hands on my lap, and look back over at James. He is already smirking back at me.

“Well what can I say. I know what I want and I’m not afraid to get it.” He responses as he leans onto his elbows that are now placed on his desk keeping his smirk. A soft chuckle leaves my lips as I shake my head fighting the urge to fidget with my hands.

“Where to start? So many good topics we are gonna discuss tonight. I am purely excited. I think that we are about to spill a lot of juicy details that everyone, including myself have been waiting a long time to hear.” James states as looks out at the crowd and awaits their response. A small smile makes it’s way onto my face as the thought of him playing it off that he didn’t have a small part in what has happened over the last few years. The fact that he is one of Harry’s closest friends and has become one of my dearest friends over the years, and the crowd absolutely has no idea about any of it. This is truly going to be surprise to them. I become giddy and can’t wait for it all to begin.

“Whose ready to just dive right in?!” James shouts as he stands up with his hands above his head encouraging the crowd to get loud. Letting the crowd get hyped up before he sits back down and looks back over at me. The both of us not at all trying to hide our smirks. I quickly take a deep breath as I scan back over across the crowd taking in as many faces as I can. My cheeks flush as the reality of what we are about to do takes over my thoughts.

“Y/n we all know about you’re upcoming movie, Revenge, that started off as a fan fiction and now has made it’s way onto the big screen; but tell us how it all started? How did you get here from coming from a small town to now being one of the top names in not only the movie industry but also a New York Best Seller author.” James asks. Allowing myself one more deep breath as I sweep the fallen piece of hair out from my view. Glancing around I smile and wave at a couple fans before looking back at James. “Where do I even begin,” I say with a chuckle shrugging my shoulders as the crowd gets excited once more patiently waiting to see what James has up his sleeve for tonight’s show.

Clapping his hands together James leans back in his chair and crosses his leg, “How about the beginning?” He asks so causally.

“Well you have to remember that I’m literally from a small town in Ohio. I like to describe it as ‘living in the cornfields,’ and it’s exactly that.” I joke the crowd soon joins me in laughter. “I never in a million years ever imagined that I would be doing what I am doing, or even the simple fact that I would be where I am today. I never thought it would be reachable, at least for someone like me. This lifestyle, or career path, was always something I was told would be impossible. Someone like me doesn’t get ‘popular’ on the internet. Especially not where I come from, so when I decided to start posting vlogs of my daily life I never imagined that people would actually want to watch them.” I laugh as I uncross my legs and reposition myself.

“So when you were just a junior in high school you made the decision to start sharing your life with the internet?” James asks. Nodding my head I drum my fingers on the arm rest of the chair I was sitting in. “Yeah. I kinda figured that I loved to watch those types of videos online, and I remember that I always wanted to be one of those girls where they got to meet all their internet friends. I wanted that life where I got to travel the world, meet all my internet friends and make those cute meeting videos, all the while sharing my day dreams with everyone else.” I say with a shrug. “It was hard for me growing up because I never really connected with a lot of people in my every day life. I always found myself connecting with people who lived miles upon miles away from me. It was quite sad honestly. There was this saying, ‘your internet friends are more your friend then your in real life friends’ and back then I related to that so much.”

“What did your family think when you started to share your personal life online?” James asks as he sits back and takes a quick glance at the audience.

“Ah they absolutely hated it. Especially when things start to really take off. It all happened so quickly. It was like I went to sleep one night and woke up that next morning and then bam! I wasn’t just the small town girl with no friends, now I was the girl who blew up on YouTube, and the girl who had fan fiction that everyone couldn’t get enough of.” Laughing and rolling my eyes at myself for the fact at how cliche I sound. “With all that negative and constant drag of your family not supporting you why did you keep doing it? How did you keep doing it?” James asks.

“Well that’s where my internet friends came in. I had quite a few back then. They gave me all the support and encouragement I needed. My one friend was the one who mainly encouraged me to do YouTube. I told her all my dreams of wanting to travel and show people my journey and she really encouraged that I step out of my comfort zone. The same goes with my writing. I was constantly worried that people wouldn’t like my writing, and that they wouldn’t think my ideas where good, but I had the support of my friends and they all were there when I needed them the most.” I answer with a nod of my head. Glancing over at James I see that he copies my actions as he quickly looks out at the crowd before bringing his attention back to me.

“I think that it speaks volumes when you can relate more to a person who you’ve never met before that lives thousands of miles away then you do with people who’ve spent your whole live with. I’m beyond grateful for the people I have, and for those who’ve taught me lessons. They all played a part in how I got where I am today.” I say as the memories of the last couple years replay in my mind.

“So you got well known at a young age. You grew up in the spot light, and you’ve loved and lost. That goes towards not just friendships but also relationships. Tell us about that?” James asks as the smirk on his face grows bigger as he looks over at the audience. He knows exactly what he is doing. I smirk while shaking my head. “Well as most of you know I was in a pretty serious relationship when I was first welcoming all the fame and attention.” I say before I go silent, waiting to see the crowds reaction. “Ah yes you and mister- Shawn Mendes,” James states with a smirk as the crowd erupts in screams and laughter.

Laughing and nodding my head in I agreement, “Yeah lil ol Shawn Peter.” I say with a chuckle. A flash back of memories comes flooding back as I recall the fact I used to only refer to his by his first and middle name. (The one of two he had.) “So me and Shawn actually have a funny story of how we met. Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe that it actually happened because it seems so surreal.” I state as I pick up the coffee mug full of water and take a quick sip.

“Women we are waiting here! Tell us!” James shouts with a laugh.

“Patience James I am getting there. I promise you that you will have all the juicy details of my private life in just a few moments.” I state with a raise of my eyebrows which causes him to hold his hands up in a playful defense. Getting myself comfortable on the couch I take my sweet time knowing that the crowd and James are waiting oh so impatiently. (Smirking I love a good tease.)

“Okay where was I? Ah, yes right me and Shawn Peter. So I know that there has to be a few of you out there that know of a group of boys that would post a bunch of random funny videos on YouTube right?” Pausing I look between James and the crowd some of the girls start to scream knowing instantly what I was talking about. A smile worked it’s way on my face. “Well roughly right around the time that I was getting known on YouTube so was Shawn in a group called Magcon,” the audience goes wild at the mention of the now broken up group.

“Back then they would do these conventions and they would all travel around together and puts on shows, and meet their fans. Well it just so happened that the boys of Magcon and I all got invited to the same convention. I guess the way that they placed us was by age groups. So I happened to be on the same floor as Shawn, Nash, Cameron, and Matt.” Stopping as a laugh leaves my lips at the memories of the wild adventures we all went on after that. “Well one thing lead to another and Shawn and I ended up really hitting it off. He became another one of my internet friends. We decided to keep in contact as he continued to travel with the group and I went back home and continued on with my life.” The crowd awed. James mocked them, “yeah, yeah it’s all very sad that the star cross soon to be lovers had to be a part, but I feel like it’s gonna get way better.” He states as he shush’s them encouraging me to continue.

“We stayed in contact for a few months after that. We went from texting everyday all day to calling every chance we could. Eventually even that wasn’t enough so then we started to FaceTime. I literally went out and bought my first iPhone just so I could Facetime his Canadian ass.” I say jokingly as I join the crowd in with laughing at the memory. “It got to the point where we clearly were feeling things stronger than just a platonic friendship. Around that time that when Shawn’s music career started to take off. He was about to start his first headlines tour for the North American leg, and I made the decision to surprise him. I bought a ticket to his show that was in Cleveland. I made my dad go with me and we went up and surprised him. That was when he asked me to be his girlfriend.” The crowd awed before quickly egging me on.

“Obviously the bigger his music got the more successful he got. As his career was growing so was mine. I started to get a lot of traction on my writing for a while we were the perfect duo. We encouraged each other to be better and to always do better. It was really great. I will forever cherish the friendship that me and him have created. He will always have a special place in my heart. If it wasn’t for him I don’t think that I would be where I am today.” I say with a smile as I look down at my lap and fidget with the ring that weighs heavy on my middle finger. (Taking a deep breath I welcome the grateful feeling that consumes me as Harry once again invades my thoughts.) I see James look at me with a knowing smirk as he glances at my face first and then down at my hands as he watches me toy with the metal ring. “I love the fact that even after the break up you two still were able to remain I good friends. You also got super close with his sister and family right?” James asks. Nodding was my only answer as I kept fidgeting with the ring on my finger. “Yeah they are all great. We all still keep in contact and try and plan meet ups when ever any one of us is in town.” I answer.

“He was the one who also introduced you to the person you are with now correct?” James asks with a secret smirk on his face. The crowd goes wild at the fact that I have been publicly single for an extended amount of time. No one knowing I had been in a relationship. Me and James just stare at each other with smirks growing on our faces. The ones where you knew he was gonna bring it up as soon as we both gave the okay. James is that friend that as soon as he knows a secret he wants to tell the world because he’s so excited. He has definitely been waiting for this moment for years.

Taking a deep breath to try and hide the smile on my face. Licking my lips before answering a soft chuckle leaves my lips. “He was one of them yes.” I answer. James shoots his eye brows up in shock. “One of them? What do you mean? I don’t know this part of the story.” He states the crowd starts to question him. Finally catching on that this was all planned and that he knew a lot of the information before. James had genuine look of curiosity on his face as he realizes that me and Harry have kept some of the information just for ourselves. Cheesing it I lift the coffee mug back up to my lips to help stop my laugh. “Look you know a lot of things, and sometimes it’s good to keep things to yourself James. Don’t be butt hurt.” I state as I take a quick drink of water.

“Y/n don’t drag this out. Tell us the information we are all dying to know.” James states cutting straight to the chase. “You see back then around the time that me and Shawn Peter were getting ‘bigger’ I was no longer in high school. My career choice allowed me to be able to travel and still be able to work. I found myself a lot of the time traveling with Shawn and during that it was only a matter of time before I was getting introduced to a lot of different celebrities from a lot of different parts of the industry.” I say as I sat the coffee mug back down on the coffee table.

“We were at this party one night, and we were celebrating Shawn finishing his second album. A lot of his friends were there and as we were making the rounds he introduced me to this super nice lad, named Niall Horan. You guys might know him?” I question with a smirk. “You know he was in that boy band. God what was their name again?” I joke as I rub my forehead for dramatic effect. James eyes look like they are bugging out of his head as he stares at me in disbelief. The fact he didn’t know that Niall was actually the one that introduced me to Harry has me silently wheezing.

“One direction!” I shout finally trying to hold my laugh in.

“You never told me that that’s when you met Niall!” James says as he stands in disbelief. Chuckling I usher him to sit back down. “Yeah well James you don’t know a lot of things.” I joke. “Well for anyone who doesn’t know Shawn and Niall are actually really close and really good friends, so it was only natural that since I was traveling with Shawn and a part of his life that we would hang out with the same people. Him and Niall got closer and so we all started to hang out as a group. First it just started off as Shawn, Niall, and I. Then after a while Niall started to bring around the other members. We all just really hit it off.” I say with a shrug.

“Well eventually life caught up to us, and Shawn and I found ourselves facing some personal problems.“ The crowd awed. “So you and Shawn fell out of love?” James asks. Concern is laced in his voice.

“I think that we were together from a very young age. I was 19 and he was 17. We had been together for a few years at this point, and we both just sat down and realized that we had grown up. What we once wanted out of life no longer matched what each other wanted. I like to think that we didn’t end badly. People come and go out of your lives for many different reasons, and when people ask me do I regret being with Shawn I just simply shake my head, and say to them ‘it’s unfortunate but sometimes people out grow people. People fall out of love while still holding love for someone. Being in love and loving someone are two completely different things.’”

“Shawn Peter was my first real love. We went through a lot together, so it obviously was very painful for the both of us once we decided to end things. We found things to help distract ourselves from the pain we were feeling. He obviously went onto making another wonderful album and I went on to continuing my writing career.”

“Wait I am confused what did Niall do exactly to introduce you to who you are with now?” James asks.

“Well after me and Shawn had broken up. I had kinda went into hiding mode. I kept to myself and didn’t really do much of what I usually did. A lot of my friends began to see me get distant, and it was worrisome for them. One of those people happened to be Harry.” I stated.

The audience goes wild at the mention of Harry I smile to myself as my fingers absentmindedly go back to playing with the ring sat on my finger. “Wait when you state Harry, do you mean who I think you mean?” James questions his eyebrows raise in suspension trying to play the part that he didn’t know anything. Smirking with a nod of my head.

“It started off as causal. Just the few occasional text messages, a few phone calls you know the deal. It was probably a couple months after the breakup that I started to really feel like myself again. I started to miss my friends, and I told myself that I wanted to get better and be better even if that meant that I had to do it alone. I started to work on myself one day at a time.”

“I don’t really remember how we went from causal friends messaging every couple weeks to talking every single day, but it happened and before I knew it I was getting invited to go to gathering he was hosting one night after they announce the tour of their fourth tour.” I stated with a chuckle tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“We sat on his couch and just talked for hours about anything and everything. That’s when he told me that he had always had a crush on me,” I say with a chuckle. “At first I thought he was joking. We were in a room full of drunk people and he was kinda tipsy, so I just told myself that it was the drinks talking ya know?”

“Well I guess that it wasn’t just the drinks that was talking now was it Y/n?” James asks with a smirk. Smiling over at him and then at the crowd I shake my head no. “When exactly was this? What was the timeline?” He asks as he sits back and crosses his arms.

“Uhh lets see we first met when the band was still together. I think they were just starting to write and record their album, Four when I met Niall and the boys for the very first time. It wasn’t until right around the time they were working on the album, Made in the A.M. that we started to hang out in groups and stuff. I remember that right before the album dropped he asked me to meet him for dinner because he had something to show me. When I showed up he had his living room set up all cute and cozy and we sat on the floor while eating take out and he played me the entire album. When it was all done he asked me to be his girlfriend.” I say with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders. A slight blush appearing on my cheeks as I play with the ring heavy on my finger.

“Okay, I can’t be the only one thinking this but did he write any songs about you or for you on that album? I know at that time all the boys were each writing and working on different songs for the album, and clearly you must have had some type of inspiration to him seen as he showed you the album before it dropped.” James asks as he gets giddy and claps his hands. Looking over my shoulder at the red curtain on the far side of the stage I bite my lip to try and hide my smile. Silently asking if it was okay if I make it known to the entire world how he opened up his heart that night. The studio of people seemed to have followed my gaze and erupted in screams realizing that Harry must have been behind the curtain for mural support. Looking back over at James I make the decision. “All I can say was that that night was and is very special to the both of us.” I say as I feel my cheeks get pink.

“Ahh c’mon you can’t give us a little hint?” James begs as the audience gets loud too. I stand my ground and shake my head as I sit there with a big smile on my face.

“Well at least we got the inside scoop of what everyone has been dying to know. Thank you for coming on the show tonight, it is always a pleasure, and please don’t be a stranger around here!” James states as he stands and claps causing the entire crowd to follow his lead. Standing up and quickly leaning over to give James a quick hug I say my good byes and thank you as I make by way off the stage and back into the safety that had been patiently waiting for me behind the curtain.

End Scene.

[missmielyhoran]

Hi! Can u pls write about how CEO!Harryxreader started? Thank you!

Ceo!Harry × Assistant!reader

Hey, sorry, this is not my usual story format I write but just a concept. I hope you don't mind.

From what I think, I feel like they hooked up one night when Harry was out and Y/N was out with her friends. They had an amazing night, and as soon as sun rose, Y/N ran out before Harry could wake up. Neither of them forgot about it, back of their mind the night always played whenever they would hook up with other people.

Y/N applies for the job as an assistant and gets the spot, not knowing she will be Harry's assistant cause the interview was done by his old assistant. It's shock when they see each other, and to some extent, they try to stay professional, but after an office party, few drinks in, and all self-control is thrown out of the window.

And the rest, you know already.

[bl00dycham0mile]

anons/dms open for one shots today, for a few hours! here are some things i enjoy writing about. just shoot me ideas! i am okay with writing larry, harryxreader, steddie, mungrove, eddiexreader, gender doesn't matter, just lemme know which pronouns to use.

• vampirexhuman

• dom!harry/sub!harry

• angst

• bad boy!harryxinnocent Louis/reader

• stoner!harry/univeristy AU/college prof

etc!

[mitsuhirei]

Once is Forever Continuation

(HarryxReader Smut)

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“Harry?” Her breath is uneven when she calls him that time. “Please. I’m trying to maintain the line.”

“Is that why you haven’t been as forthcoming as you usually are?”

“...Do you blame me? I tease you but, getting hurt once changed me. Although I try not to dwell on it. It’s late. I’ll get going–”

“It’s too late to say you haven’t crossed the line. Or are you the type that dines and dashes in relationships?”

Her face heats. After so long, he has his answer. That she remembers.

“...I wasn’t in my right mind then.”

“Good. Stay that way.”

His hand slides up the back of her neck and into her hair. She blushes but doesn’t pull away.

He wants to tease her, but he’s at his limit. Has been for some time. Yet, if he can push a little more, if she loses her composure while her dewy eyes give him an indignant look, he’ll feel so satisfied.

He needs her, and surveys her with that blatant fact on display.

Between her legs is a perfectly spaced gap for him.

“Won’t you tell me how you feel?” she whispers.

“It’s apparent without words.”

“Until you say it, I’ll assume we’re two friends relentlessly teasing each other. That we’re playing around. Don’t you hate complicated things?”

Her fingers come up and trace his skin.

He has to tell her. If not now then he’ll never say it. But nobody’s ever taught him those words. Nor how heavy it is to say them and mean them.

“Is there anyone else I let touch me like this?”

“Not good enough.”

He leans so close his breath touches her lips. Her eyes flutter in anticipation of a kiss. But Harry lingers.

“Is that the gaze of someone playing around?”

“Yes. I have you right where I want you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. And I will until you tell me.”

“Those are my words exactly.”

His fingers glide up her legs along her pantyhose and she shivers. It’s nice, but not enough of a reaction, so he tears them. She gasps. Harry’s hold on her remains firm as his fingers slide against her bare skin. Taking. Indulging.

“You’ve had a run in these all evening...”

His hands climb until the fabric of her skirt rolls up her thighs, and so do the rips.

“You called me in a compromising state. It was you,” Harry reminds. His voice is rough. “Not me.”

“And you stayed,” she retorts. “You would’ve listened until the end too.”

“I never heard the end.”

“You claim nobody knows you, but you’ve thought about it all this time as I said you would.”

“I’ll hear it this time so that doesn’t matter.”

He presses her downward, flat against the piano top, and kisses her. Her lips are soft—Taste of cool mint although her tongue and saliva are intoxicatingly warm.

Her hands curl through his hair. She tugs him deeper into the kiss as though she never wants it to end. Hot lips, breaths, and pants are all they share until the ache for more burns within.

She moans as he kisses along her throat. Something ruptures inside him. He has an aching thirst that’s only satiated by touching her. And yet he can’t get enough.

She’s real this time. Her hot skin and the breathtaking bite of her fingernails prove it.

“You can’t leave tonight.”

He pushes her shirt up over the curves of her breasts. There’s no time to appreciate her bra. It’s just in the way. A barrier to what he desperately wants. So he works it up too.

When her breasts spill out, his lips descend from her collar to them. He’ll never forget the taste of her supple skin in his mouth. She’s slightly sweaty from work, but something about the taste arouses him. Like she dropped everything to meet up with him.

While he indulges, his fingers rub her over her panties. She rocks her hips, but he resists the urge to thrust anything in although his fingers dip beneath the fabric. A feat because he feels like he’s about to burst. Like they won’t make it wherever they’re going if he tries to move.

“Harry, I want to touch you too...”

He opens up his shirt. Her hands run over him greedily. Palming his chest. His nipples are hard.

“Don’t look so satisfied already.”

Was being with someone else always so good? Her scent, her warmth, every touch is so fulfilling.

They have a limited amount of days in person together. There’s no perfect moment. Only now.

He thumbs her clit. Applies as much pressure as seems bearable for her. Until he’s truly ravenous.

When she cries out for more, his fingers slip deeper into her panties. She presses back against the piano. Breasts out. Hair splayed. His fingers slip in and out of her as if she’s made for him. Her moans as he pleasures her are far better in person.

He pulls down her panties enough that they’re out of his way and continues. Every gasp and moan leaves his pants tighter. He rolls his thumb in circles over her clit once he’s got a grasp on what she needs.

“What image did I have in your mind that day?” He probes. “Is this what you wanted to do with me?”

Lost in pleasure she can’t respond, although he yearns to know.

“Tell me if you can.”

He drives her ruthlessly towards the edge, and when she’s close, he slides his fingers out.

“I need to hear your answer. I don’t want you to cum until I have what I want.”

She makes a loud, frustrated groan and tugs on his shirt. “Come back… I-I’ll tell you…”

But she doesn’t quite have her bearings, so he grinds against her even as he leans in. She kisses his temple, then his cheek. He never knew his ears were sensitive not until her breath passes over them.

“You were much lower,” she manages.

It’s an even better answer than he could’ve hoped for.

He kisses down her abdomen. Licks the fingers she extends out to him, and commits to his descent. His eyes slip closed as he settles between her thighs.

His mouth and tongue provide the pleasure his hands once provided. One of her hands sinks into his hair. The other keeps her steady against the piano. He fondles her legs. Locks his gaze on her as he works towards her climax.

When she shudders and rocks, consumed by it, he groans. He kisses back up her body but stops at her neck. She clings to him so he presses more of his weight into her. She seems breakable but also like she can take it. So he bullies her. Overstimulates her. And although she sucks in, although tears form in the corners of her eyes, she rocks into his touch.

“What else did you see?” He demands. “Did you lose yourself on my fingers or while I thrusted into you?”

She gasps “Harry...”

“Did I have the decency to fuck you on a soft bed? Tell me.”

He lingers over her until she finishes again and slides his damp fingers out. She lies on the piano trying to catch her breath. Yet, her hands wander lower down his body. She leans in and steals a kiss as her hands make it where they're going.

He registers an incessant ringing amidst his haze of desire. A phone’s ringing. If it were his, he’d stay, but the ringtone is hers. So he reluctantly disengages from her. She scrambles off the piano to collect her device, but her shaking hands fumble with it.

A moment of clarity allows him to process what he needs to continue. There should be some in his bedside drawer.

She’s adorable as she clears her throat. “H-Hello?”

But Harry knows the voice that answers even from his current distance. He storms over and snatches the smartphone from her hands, hitting the speaker button.

“Ah—”

“Do you know where Harry is? I’ve phoned him at least thirty times.”

It’s Malong.

Everyone in his life is determined to pester him. It clicks for him why Malong looked guilty at the table back then.

He sucks in the deepest breath he’s ever taken in his life.

“Oh Harry!” Malong calls in a sing-song voice. “There you are. W-Wait, how? This isn’t your phone—”

He takes the phone off speaker. The curses he lets loose cause his date’s eyes to widen.

“You’re cursing at me like you’re going to kill me.”

“I will if you don’t delete this number!”

“I didn’t know you were a violent man! Isn’t it too low to—”

Harry cuts Malong off again. That time as he seethes, he hears a giggle across from him. His weirdo has a hand over her mouth stifling a laugh. She’s fixed her attire.

“I had nobody else to call, and this is an emergency,” Malong says. “Quit yelling.”

“You’re always having an emergency.”

“Who else can I turn to with this? I’ll really die if I stay in the place I’ve rented. My airways clog up when I’m there, so have mercy! I’m downstairs. I just wanted to give you the heads up—”

“If you come up here, it’s your last day alive!”

Malong fake sniffles. “Please, man. You won’t even see me. I’m as small as a baby. Your lights are on so you’re up there, right?”

“Go home.”

“Harry please! I’m freezing out here and my bags are heavy.”

He drags a hand over his face. Then opens his mouth to utter the sentence he’s certain he’ll live to regret. He has a hotel room paid for that he can head over to.

But the phone’s gone from his hand before that happens.

“Malong,” she starts.

“Oh thank god! My saviour. Can you tell him to stop being so—”

“Go home. I’m already here. There’s no room for you.”

“Huh? What—”

She hangs up and makes a few deft clicks on her phone. Then she turns to Harry.

“And you. Don’t go. There’s no reason for you to be dragged into any more of Malong’s nonsense.”

“He’ll be a greater nuisance if I ignore him than if I see him.”

She steps forward and cups his face in her hands.

“That’s your bad habit, you know? Don’t go. You don’t have to meet his unreasonable demands. You’re not alone here. And you should be happy to see friends.”

“The unpleasantness of dealing with people is something I’m accustomed to. It’s like this with everyone except you.”

“Harry, you...”

She pulls him into a tight hug and strokes the back of his head. He sinks into the embrace.

“You don’t even register how tired you truly are, do you?”

He holds onto her tighter. Feeling once again how precious it is to have her around.

“Why are you petting me like a dog?”

“Is that how you feel about it? You hate it that much?”

“I never said stop.”

“Okay.”

“I complained so you’d touch other places. I suppose it was too subtle.”

“You could’ve said that instead, silly.”

Her hands travel into his shirt, up his chest and over his shoulders. His shirt falls onto the tile. She tugs him forward by his belt. A click snaps through the room as she undoes it. There’s something seductive about the slow way she frees his belt from his pants. He swallows hearing it thunk against the floor. The rest of his clothes follow, before she presses a palm against his chest and walks him back against his bed. He sits down.

She strips and climbs on top of him. The kiss they share makes his abdomen tense. He traces the curves of her ass and presses her hips against his.

When she rocks her hips, he follows the motion. The longer she does, the tighter he grips her. His cock becomes slicker with every motion. He groans remembering the taste of her.

Impatience wins out. He rolls his hips intending to slide inside her.

When she reaches down and adjusts so he can, he shudders and pushes upward.

The tip eases in, but there’s a delicious amount of friction. She’s wet enough that he hoped it’d be a smooth slide, but the gradual swallow is sexier.

“I’m sure you can fit more of it in. Why are you being such a gentleman? It’s not your style.”

His ears smoulder and she teases him about that too, so he tugs her hips down. Filled to the brim, she’s momentarily quiet.

The sensation, the warmth, and the pressure, it’s good for him too.

Sex has never been pleasurable before this. He always agreed to do what his partner wanted merely because they asked enough times. He used to agree to his partner's requests and move his hips robotically in mock intimacy, but now he’s overloaded with pleasure. He’ll go crazy if he has to hold back any longer.

“Even if we’re giving into this madness just for today, Harry, I want it.”

“It’s not just today.”

He thrusts inside her. Finally satiates the desire he’s had for her to moan right in his sensitive ears again. Thrusting into her is better than he’d ever fantasized.

He tries to make love instead of being obscene. He feels everything as his cock pounds into her. Her hand tangles in his hair. Her hips slap down to meet every wet thrust.

“I love you,” she gasps. “I want to be part of your world.”

“You’re more than a part of it.”

Overcome with emotion, he kisses her, hard and deep. He hopes he can keep her with him.

What else does he have that’ll keep her with him? Should anything come to mind he swears to show her that first. To use anything and everything he can to keep her with him. To see where this bliss goes and for how long it lasts.

After this bliss, when she goes, it’ll ruin him. He’s already crossed the line where that’s the case.

If he could always have this, have her, then maybe this turmoil inside him would vanish.

“The way I love you may be unusual,” he whispers as he thrusts deep inside her. “But please allow me to flourish alongside you.”

“So you do love me...”

“I’ve been in love with you.”

It’s the most terrifyingly vulnerable sentence he’s ever uttered.

And since he’s invested, since he feels anything at all from this, he already knows this won’t end well. Adoration is nothing in the face of the power, influence, and destruction from those in his life, many of which are his very own family.

So like all things he adores, he should get the most out of it before it’s lost to him.

He finishes with a hard thrust, and a guttural moan, yet keeps thrusting inside her until pleasure overtakes his mind.

“If you’re going to run,” he pants, “if you’ve gotten what you wanted and wish to leave, do it now.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Every emotion he’s held down surges to the surface like a battering ram before glass. Splinters crack across his psyche.

“Last chance…”

“I don’t need it.” She’s so earnest. Everything he’s not. “I’m staying with you.”

“Don’t regret it. I won’t listen later since I gave you a chance now. Remember that.”

That’s when he fucks her. Ruthlessly. He takes what he needs with sloppy kisses and bites that redden her skin. He was gentle with her before, but the depth of his longing takes over.

The wild abandon, the true debauchery, falls upon them as he fucks her as much as he can. As he satiates every curiosity his mind conjures about her body.

The raunchier and less composed she is, the more fulfilled he feels. When she cries in pleasure, he feels alive. When she curses how mean he is while her juices spill over his cock down her legs, he feels addicted.

He pins her hands to the bed. At one point he holds them behind her back. He spills his seed into her throat and ass, ravaged by the fact her pussy shouldn’t take any.

Everything he can get his hands on mingles together. Saliva. Sweat. Tongue and flesh. Even when his body aches, he craves more. He slips away into the madness of the overwhelming pleasure of having her.

***

In the morning, she’s exceedingly alluring just sitting across from him eating breakfast. He can’t stop watching how food disappears between her lips. Nor the twinge of envy he has whenever her hand touches her warm beverage.

“Harry, I feel you’re going to eat me alive. I was called into work today.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” she blushes. “But do you understand?”

“Yes. So finish eating. I’ll drive you over.”

“Really? I’d appreciate that.”

Her smile makes him weak. It’s the straw that falls on top of his emotions and breaks the dam. His offer to be the perfect gentleman was genuine until that point.

“Ah, hah…! Harry—”

So later as he’s fucking her against the shower door, smearing the pristine glass with handprints and suds, he feels sorry. But not enough to let her go. Or to finish in a hurry.

“I have work…! I—”

He slides his fingers into her slick mouth.

“And you’ll go soon.” But it feels too good. His breath shakes and wavers. “Soon...”

***

By some miracle, they make it back to her hotel with exactly fifteen minutes to spare before her meetings start. She gets out of his car with a flushed huff and a slam of the door. It’s exceedingly cute to him. He follows her inside.

He settles in behind her on the elevator. His fingers pull down her turtleneck enough that he can suckle along her neck.

“Harry, please—”

“I want you more when you call out like that.”

“We need to rest too, you know?”

She squirms in his grasp trying to make it towards the elevator buttons. He licks several of the marks he left on her throat. Even her clothed breast feels mindblowing in his palm.

“Please. I just changed my panties.”

“Then I’ll take them off and alleviate you of that discomfort.”

“I can’t walk around like that,” she gasps.

“Not normally. But you might for me.”

“I can’t afford to be late...!”

With a dark chuckle, he relents and straightens away. She slams her keycard on the pad and hits the button for the twelfth floor. Much to his displeasure.

“Twelfth floor?”

“Yes. The twelfth floor.”

“You’re really leaving?”

“I have to. I need to be in top shape around my colleagues.” His thumb adjusts her turtleneck back up beneath her blazer in amusement. She swats his hand.

“Top shape,” she reiterates. “So behave.”

“I won’t trouble you so stay with me.”

She turns around, but she has the strangest expression despite his honest words. She rests a hand on her forehead.

“Gosh. I almost called in because of that sentence. Look, I have to be responsible. That’s the only reason I’m going.”

Her hand strokes his cheek.

“I miss you already.”

“I won’t break this off, Harry. So try not to be so anxious.”

The gentle kiss she plants on his lips soothes him. He feels calmer, but excitement takes over.

Still, they part ways. She proceeds to her room, and he returns to his. Although he phones her the moment he’s inside.

“When are you done?”

“I just saw you, y’know?”

“And?”

She sighs, but it turns into a laugh on the other end. “Harry, you’ll live.”

“Not well. But I’ll hold it in.”

“I want to come back to you too. I’ll finish as soon as I can.”

He has an idea, but checks the phone he has Piu Piu installed on first. The battery’s dead.

With a groan, he falls into the recliner chair in his bedroom. It’s quiet on the other end. He knows that silence well. The fervour returns to him again.

“It’s unbearable without you here.” He shares, loosening a few buttons on his shirt to get comfy. “This room is quite large for one person. Shall I describe it to you?”

“Are you trying to keep me on the line?”

“Yes.” He unzips his pants and sighs as he strokes his dick. “Talk to me. Why do they keep calling you in?”

“Because I’m the only one who...”

His cock’s still hard from licking and sucking her in the elevator. Sticky fluid coats his palm, and more weeps down his shaft as he recalls how sumptuous her ass looked dripping water in the shower. How shamelessly he spread her folds and fondled her.

He locked his hand in her hair as he bent her over. Sex from behind is fun, but he loves seeing her face in utter ecstasy.

He needs her. He hasn’t had enough.

“...Harry, what are you doing?”

Her melodious voice is so wonderful.

“The same as you. So keep talking.”

Her unsteady breaths encourage him to let go.

There’s no shame in moaning, in expressing his desire. But she’s stopped talking so she can listen.

“Keep talking. I need to hear you to feel good.”

“H-Harry...”

“When you call me like that, it feels better.”

Her voice stutters. “I can’t hear this right now…”

“Then hang up.”

She doesn’t.

“I suppose you know my predicament now.”

“...I see I’m going to be late for work either way.” He hears some shuffling. “Sorry, I have an emergency call from a family member to take.”

“Of course,” a distant voice responds. “Take your time! Family comes first.”

Harry chuckles as he hears her hustling it out of the room.

“Quit laughing, you jerk.”

“I see why you did this. It’s fun.”

He chases his release, all the while vocalizing how much he needs her. How even in the elevator just the thought of her orgasming against his hand on unsteady legs left him wanting. How he’ll spend all the hours she’s away tortured by the thought of it. That he hasn’t fucked her nearly as much as he has in his dreams, but that they’ll rectify that.

“Maybe you regret it now,” he moans. “That you didn’t come upstairs.”

“It’s not too late...”

“And who’s going out in such an indecent state? Not me.”

“If I contact the front desk then, maybe...”

“So you didn’t see what I gave you?”

“See what? When did you give me something?”

He enjoys her puzzled tone. Vividly imagines how cute her expression must be.

“If you didn’t find it, stay there and accept your punishment.” He edges himself towards release. He makes a show of it so she’ll come to him. But it feels so good that he gives in naturally.

“Give me your panties the next time you’ll be away this long,” Harry groans, teetering on the edge of release.

“I... I can’t.”

“Should I beg you for them? I’m happy to do it if it’s you.”

“Please finish,” she pants. He adores the need he hears in her voice.

“Get off on the forty-fifth floor instead of the twelfth, if you want to hear that.”

Then he ends the call like she had all those months ago.

Though, unlike that time, they meet up that evening.

He’s lounging with a book when the beep of his suite door sounds out. She comes around the corner, all hot breaths and keycard in hand. The same one he’d slipped into her pocket all that time ago.

“Seems you found your gift,” Harry observes.

Then she’s on him. A welcome weight.

***

When Monday, the day she flies back, arrives, he sticks by her as if they’re joined at the hip. Every item she packs into her luggage feels like the slice of a knife across his back.

He knew their days in person together were limited, but the reality of her having to depart hurts.

He plugs his phone in for a bit.

Her co-workers offer to carpool with her to the airport, but she declines. They throw several inquiring glances back at him as they stride away from her. But Harry doesn’t budge. Even when he meets her boss, a conventionally handsome, raven-haired young man, he remains as against her as socially acceptable.

She rides in his car to the airport. His heart’s unbearably heavy when they arrive. They stand outside, across from one another by the door.

“Don’t make that face, please,” she says. “I’ll text you as much as I can.”

“Must you go?”

“Well, I have a life to get back to. I can’t stay here.”

“Shall I buy the seat next to yours on the plane?” He sighs, and she surprises him with her genuine laugh.

“Don’t sulk too much. You’re cute when you do that.”

“You’re the only one who thinks that.”

“Of course. It’d be a crime if I didn’t think my boyfriend was cute.”

She kisses him tenderly. There’s enough love in it that a shaky breath leaves him when she eases back.

“I’ll come back to see you as often as I can,” she shares. “But that goes both ways, okay? I want you to come see me too.”

“I should buy that plane ticket, then.”

“Harry,” she laughs. “Come when I take some time off, hmm? That way, I can spend every day with you instead of a few hours here and there. You glared at my boss like you’d make him vanish if he gave me another minute of overtime.”

She tugs out a pen and writes on his hand. It’s an address.

“That’s my address. And look, no system interference this time,” she grins.

“Have a good flight.” He squeezes her into a tight embrace. “I’ll come see you in a month, so make time for me.”

“I will.”

Then she’s gone through the doors. He lingers outside for a while.

“Hey, bird.”

“You could use my name at a time like this!” Piu Piu huffs. “You had me off all weekend, you meanie!”

“I did you a favour.”

“A favour? I wanted to visit with her too! Why didn’t you let me tag along?”

Harry’s cheeks heat. “You heard our conversation, right? Check her flight.”

“I checked it the moment you brought it up! There are no empty seats on her plane.”

“Then make sure she makes it back, okay? Anything she needs on her way home, make sure she has it.”

“I knew you had some romance in you! Although I hope you’ll treat me better too. I set you two up, remember?”

“Just do it.”

“Huuu,” Piu Piu deflates. “Okay. Even if the way you treat me is a work in progress, I’ll serve faithfully—”

“And thank you. I’m glad I met her. I couldn’t have without you.”

“Huh? What?” His phone vibrates with Piu Piu’s surprise. “W-Was that a genuine thank you?”

Harry gets in his car.

“W-Wait! Harry! I didn’t hear it! No, I didn’t record that! You have to say it again.”

He smiles behind the wheel. “Absolutely not.”

“Haaarrrry!”

[imagines--galore]

Thinking of writing some HarryxReader fics. Any suggestions?

[calummss]

You can litterally google and it says 'In fandom, it means a romantic or sexual pairing between the two names in a story. So DracoxHarry in a Harry Potter fiction would br Draco and Harry being romantic and more. You can also write a fic where the Reader is the second character, so a DracoxReader or a HarryxReader.'

but like pop off I guess

literally no one cares as much as you. it can be used as both even if it might have started that way. thousands of writers use it like that because it shows who’s interacting. all i said was ‘no it’s both’ it’s nothing to get upset over ?

besides getting a copy paste of quora … but since you got your source there let me give you this

“When someone puts a ‘‘x’’ in between two independent entities, it means that the two entities are collaborating for a specific purpose. Most probably, it signifies ‘and' as it's a relation. For different areas, the use can differ accordingly, for some, it can be pronounced as ‘and' and in other, it can be pronounced as a cross, it may also mean ‘by' or simply x!”

[allthelovehes]

Field Day Reunion* | Part 2

Summary: Harry finally takes Y/N home when Charlie is with his grandmother for the night.

Pairing: Singledad!Harry x Teacher!Y/N

Word count: 5K

Warnings: Lovemaking, oral f receiving, eager babies, exes to lovers?

A/N: I imagine Harry and Y/N to be British in this universe, so they went to highschool from age 11 - 16(ish) and college from 16 - 20(ish). Idk why but I felt the need to specify haha ENJOY LOVES

Harry and Y/N agreed to take things slow for the sake of Charlie. This means that they have been going on dates every now and then, but not every weekend because Harry doesn't want to just drop off his kid at Anne's, so he can go out with this woman. That doesn't mean however that they don't see each other.

Y/N started teaching Charlie's class a couple of weeks ago. Ever since then, Harry sees her every day because he is the one who drops Charlie off at school and picks him up later in the day. Those little moments are filled with loving glances and private jokes but also Harry teasingly flirting with the love of his life.

Yes, Harry is absolutely smitten by this woman. Given their history, he now believes that he shouldn't have let her go back then. Yes, being high school sweethearts who are going to different colleges isn't the perfect scenario for two love birds. They didn't want to do the long-distance thing when they were only 17, but Harry now knows it would've all been worth it.

He doesn't regret their decisions though. If the two of them never broke up, Harry would've never become a dad to Charlie and he wouldn't want to miss him for the world. The kid is his life, he'd literally give everything to see that little cheeky smile on the four-year-old's face.

Anne was a big fan of Y/N when they were teenagers, she was the sweetest girl so of course she approved of Harry dating her. So when Harry told his mom how Y/N is now Charlie's new teacher she was excited, to say the least. But when he told his mother that they had been on a date, her heart was filled with love. She was rooting for his son, finally meeting that happiness he was so dearly craving.

So, from the moment Harry announces to his mom about him and Y/N taking it slow, Anne has done anything in her power to help Harry out. Taking over babysitting duty whenever she can and just keeping the little boy out of her son's way. Hinting at her son how she's free next Saturday, in case Charlie wants to come play at grandma's house. Just, everything.

And that's exactly why, this afternoon, he decides to take his mom up on that offer. Harry and Y/N have been on four official dates so far and not once has he taken her home. It felt a bit too forward, too soon. But today was different, Harry invited her over to his house, show her around and make his intentions very clear, she's a keeper.

“Char, come on. Put your shoes on, grandma is waiting for you.” Harry tells his son, picking up the overnight bag he packed for his son.

“Where are you going, daddy? I wanna go too!” The little boy cries, pouting at his dad with such innocence.

“I'm sorry, buddy. But you are staying with grandma.” Harry explains to his son, feeling a bit guilty. But he also didn't want to specify anything about his plans for today. See, Charlie is the biggest fan of Y/N at school and it warms Harry's heart to see him so fond of her. But that only gives him more reasons to keep his love life in the shadows for his son.

“But why?” Charlie whines, but knowing it's already a lost battle, he slips on his shoes in silence. Harry shakes his head, suppressing a giggle. Once a kid starts asking why, you know there is no ending to the discussion.

“Let's go, Char.” Harry states instead, dragging his boy out of their house and into the car.

After he drops Charlie off and Anne's, he drives straight back home. His heart pounding with nerves. He'd be lying if he said that he isn't a little bit anxious right now. He hasn't had a girl over for years on end, not in this context. And he's really hoping she's going to want to stay over. He told her to bring an overnight bag, just in case she wanted to stay. He also mentioned how Charlie is sleeping at his mother's place, hoping it would send the right message, but he wasn't quite sure.

When he arrives home, he finds Y/N just parking her car a little further down the street. She's on time, more like half an hour early. Harry lets out a nervous giggle and he hopes that it isn't too obvious that he's anxious right now.

“Eager much?” He jokes as soon as she reaches his front yard. She giggles slightly embarrassed and Harry simply wants to kiss that cute blush off her face.

“I didn't want to run late. Traffic, you know.” She explains, a small smile gracing her face.

“Relax, babe. I'm glad you are early, actually.” Harry smiles sweetly, pulling her in for a quick hug and placing a quick kiss on her lips. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Y/N lets out a flirtatious giggle, getting on her toes to press her lips on his. Harry instantly melts into the kiss, holding her tightly against his chest.

“C'mon, let's go inside.” Harry whispers, pulling away a bit hesitantly. Y/N softly nods in agreement and Harry loosens his grip on her, only to grab her hand and guide her inside. “Welcome to our home.”

“It looks lovely.” Y/N compliments, letting her eyes roam around the living room. You can tell by the way his space is organised that Harry is a neat person, the room is filled with all things the father and son love dearly. A nice TV hangs against the wall, some family pictures are scattered around the wall above the couch and the wall across the room holds shelves filled with movies, video games and records. It's all Harry and it takes the man's breath away knowing that she likes his place.

“Thank you.”

“Let me give you a tour.” Harry says, tugging on her arm and guiding her through his entire house. She had already seen the small hallway when she first entered the house, and a glimpse of the living room, but there is more. There is an open kitchen concept which leads out into the backyard with big sliding doors. It's really neat and pretty, every one of the rooms in the house has little Harry vibes. The house screams family home, it suits Harry really well.

When they finish the tour downstairs, Harry hesitates to show her his upstairs living space. He feels like taking her upstairs is something very intimate, maybe even too forward, yet he would love to show her around. With an unsure glance at her, Harry points his finger to the stairs, silently asking if she wants to continue the tour.

Y/N nods softly and gives him a sweet, yet excited smile. “Let's go, I'm very curious.” She says causing Harry to chuckle and they continue their walk through his house.

“Okay, so this is Charlie's room and his bathroom.” Harry explains. Y/N takes it all in as if he's giving her the time of her life. Harry is beyond grateful because he really does love her and he hopes that she is going to melt into their lives and live here one day.

They move over to the other side of the hallway, Harry gestures at the next room, rubbing the back of his neck a bit nervously. Y/N opens the door carefully when Harry speaks up. “This is uh- my room.” She pushes the door open further and carefully walks inside.

“This is very you.” She giggles when he walks in after her. Harry doesn't know why, but a blush creeps up his cheeks. Y/N isn't mocking him or making fun of him, her giggle sounds very fond, maybe she is just as nervous as he is.

The bedroom is decorated with warm colours and it features a king-sized bed that looks comfy and cosy. Y/N's gaze is glued to the bed, no doubt in her mind that she'd like to sleep in a bed like that. Especially if that means Harry would be right next to her.

She doesn't ponder her thoughts for too long because she knows that it will end with an almost unbearable aching between her legs.

When they dated in high school, they were only 15 years old. So sleeping with one another was out of the question. They kept dating until they were 16 and 17, but it still didn't feel right for them at that moment to take that step. Now that they are both adults and they want to take things a bit more seriously, Harry would like to finally take the next step in their relationship. Maybe tonight.

“Uhm- so behind you is my ensuite.” He points to the door behind her, gesturing at it with a little nod.

“Oh my.” Y/N's attention is immediately turned to the door when Harry mentions it. She slowly opens the door, stepping into the big room. It's modern and clean, and oh so spacious. There's a walk-in shower and a big tub next to it.

Harry just watches her in awe as she explores the bathroom. She almost seems mesmerised by his place and that makes his heart flutter. It's like she belongs in here and it is her house.

Y/N makes her way back to Harry with a dreamy look in her eyes. She wraps her arms around Harry's neck and pulls him close. She sighs. “Your home looks very lovely, Harry.”

“Not as lovely as you.” He blurts out in a weak attempt at flirting, but it comes off a bit nervous so he might have failed miserably.

“You're cheesy.” Y/N giggles. Harry tightens his grip on her waist and pulls her impossibly closer, flashing her a dimpled smile. Y/N leans in and lets her lips softly brush his in a very gentle kiss. Harry immediately melts into the kiss, tilting his head down to kiss her deeper, but she abruptly pulls away after only a second.

“I- uh- I'll go put my bag in this room, if that's okay?” She asks and Harry crooks his head to the side.

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Depends on what you're thinking.” She winks and pulls away from Harry.

“That you are going to stay over.” Harry flashes her a flirtatious smile.

“Exactly.” Y/N nods in agreement, a smug smile on her face and a glimpse of hope flashing in her eyes. “If that's still alright with you?”

“Of course, you don't have to ask.” Harry reassures, making her grin widely. He squeezes her hand for a second and then releases her hand, letting her step away and put her bag in the room.

Harry is beyond excited now, hoping for them to take their relationship to the next level. If they hadn't broken up back in high school, Harry might've even proposed by now. Yeah, he'd love to be married to her one day. But maybe it's too soon to be thinking about marriage, he remembers how it felt to be with her, back when they were only kids, hopelessly in love. He wants that back, now more than ever. ***

Y/N comes back downstairs to see that Harry is already making dinner. He greets her with a wide smile and places a soft peck on her lips.

“Mmh, what's that smell?” She asks curiously, leaning on the counter in the kitchen and watching Harry move around confidently.

“You, I reckon.” He smirks. Y/N lightly shakes her head, failing to hide her smile. “I'm making you pasta, love.”

“Mmmh, my favourite.”

“I know.” Harry smiles proudly.

Harry lets her know how she can pick a wine if she wants, and where she can find some glasses. She of course doesn't miss the obvious fact that Harry has planned everything ahead. That certainly turns her on.

They eat in a comfortable silence, their ankles playfully tangling with one another. Harry does the dishes while Y/N takes a second in the living room to scroll through her phone. As soon as the kitchen is clean, Harry joins her on the couch. He lifts her legs, placing them on his lap and letting her lean into his side.

“Charlie was a little upset to leave.” Harry says all of a sudden. Y/N chuckles, knowing just how clingy that four-year-old is to his dad. She finds that unbelievably adorable.

“Is he going to be mad at us?” She asks, not knowing how to proceed. She doesn't want the cute and innocent little boy to dislike her in any way.

“Us? No. Me? Maybe. I haven't told him about us yet, don't want him to tell the whole class and make it awkward for you at work.” Harry explains causing Y/N to smirk and nod, loving that he cares that much.

“So what does he think we are?” Y/N pries.

“I've told him you are my friend and that I like you a whole lot.” Harry tells her, making her smile.

“A whole lot, huh?” Y/N giggles and wiggles her eyebrows. Harry flashes her a cheeky smile and runs his fingers through her hair. “Sounds like you have a little crush.” She teases.

“Hmm, kinda do. Can't help it though.” Harry admits and leans into her, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Y/N squirms under his touch, silently letting him know that this is okay. Then, she dips her head slightly and closes her lips on his.

The kiss instantly deepens and Y/N quickly crawls into Harry's lap, getting a better angle to kiss him passionately. His hands rest on her hips and hold her in place as he slowly kisses his way down her neck. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in the touch and taste of Harry. God, he really does turn her on.

So far they hadn't had the opportunity to make out like this. It's all been dates outside of either of their homes and kisses over the console of his car or at her front door. Feeling her thighs on each side of him and her lips working his like it's her favourite pastime makes Harry understand how badly he wants this to work out.

She lets her arms drape around his neck as her mouth finds his again, this time kissing him hungrily. Her lips sloppily brush against his, her teeth leaving grazes against his already tender bottom lip. He's just as eager to make out with her as she is.

She eventually breaks away, though, just to reconnect with those green gems Harry calls his eyes. He gives her a warm smile and his thumbs run under her shirt.

“You are so beautiful, love. Always been.” Harry murmurs against her lips before going in for another kiss. The gesture takes her back to high school, them sharing kisses on her porch after he walked her home from school. Always ending with a tight hug and whispers that went something like this.

But she's not in high school anymore, and so are her urges. Now, she simply can't get enough of Harry, and by the feeling of a firm swelling in his pants, she knows he is affected as much as she. It's quite the ego boost.

Harry had spent many nights, imagining how his first time making love to her would go. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heat deliciously dripping, his name leaving her lips in a quivering cry when they both reach the peak of their pleasure. But he always kept the fantasy bundled up in his mind, he knew that it was too soon for that. Not anymore, though, because Y/N makes it very clear to him that she wants him.

“Harry.” She whimpers and rolls her hips into his. Her core grinds against his crotch and she swears she could make herself come from this. Just humping his bulge will be enough to have her reeling.

“I'm taking that as your consent, love.” Harry murmurs, pecking her lips. But she doesn't reply, she just hums in agreement. Enough for Harry to lift the two of them up, causing her to squeal slightly. He carries her upstairs and drops her on the bed.

It's happening.

Harry climbs on top of her, pressing her down with his weight. His lips crash back on hers and she accepts his passionate kisses with just the same amount of passion. She tumbles her hands around his neck, making sure he stays exactly where he is right now.

After a few minutes of more intense making out, Harry needs to come up for air. His chest is rising and falling and his hair is a hot mess, Y/N giggles teasingly, running her fingers through it to arrange it neatly.

“You're gorgeous.” Harry utters and places a delicate kiss on her jaw, Y/N lets out a shaky breath. Her heart soars when Harry compliments her. Her chin tilts towards him, their mouths closing in for more sucking and licking and biting and tugging. “But I'm dying to know how gorgeous you are underneath all this.”

She can't help the blood that rushes to her cheeks, and she can hardly breathe. Harry reaches down, lifting her shirt over her head. He wastes no time as soon as the fabric passes over her body. He's sucking the skin at her shoulder with eagerness.

“Fuck.” She curses as his teeth nip into her, his lips brushing it so faintly as soon as there's the red and purplish proof he's marked her. For a moment he feels guilty, thinking it's inappropriate, but he can't help but want this. He wants to become one with her and claim her as his own.

Harry gently kneads her breast with his hands, eliciting an erotic moan from her. Y/N isn't shy about her body. Her hand reaches to her back and she unclasps her bra, pulling it off and letting her boobs bounce freely. Harry gulps at the sight, they are just as magnificent as he had imagined them a few years back.

Harry kisses his way down her upper body and without a second thought, takes a nipple into his mouth. The man toys with it with his tongue, making Y/N's centre burn with desire. She hisses at the warmth of his mouth sucking and licking and nibbling. He then moves over to the other nipple, giving it equal attention before Y/N groans and speaks up.

“Fuck, I- I can't take it any longer, Harry.” Y/N whimpers, feeling her core starting to pulsate. She needs him there and she needs it now.

“Tell me what you want then, love.” Harry husks, his cock painfully straining in his trousers.

“Touch me. Eat me out, lick me clean. I don't care, but for fuck's sake-“ She heaves, her hands roaming down to the lining of Harry's trousers.

He doesn't need to be told twice, within a few seconds he is standing next to the bed, tugging off her trousers with her panties. Before quickly stripping down, he catches her eye looking longingly at the obvious erection in his boxers. She has been waiting for this to happen.

Y/N smiles as she observes him, he is so beautiful to her. His every flaw is precious. Y/N sees how his veins are straining underneath the thin layer of his skin as his fists clench around his bed sheets. How those plump pink lips are slightly parted, allowing his rapid, ragged breathing to escape.

Harry palms himself through his briefs, stroking his erection while keeping his eyes focused on the woman beneath him. With her lying on his bed in all her beauty, legs spread, his name on her parted lips. She is truly the epitome of sheer loveliness.

Harry kneels down at the side of the bed before he wraps his arms around her thighs to pull her closer to the edge. “You sure, baby?” He asks once more, although Y/N has been very clear with what she wants.

“Positive.” She mutters and in less than a second, Harry gently presses his lips against her folds. Kissing all around her pussy but never quite touching the most intimate parts. This drives her insane and her hands reach out to tangle in his curls, pulling him closer to her center. “Please.” She whimpers needily.

Harry doesn't make her wait, instead, he runs one finger through her folds before spreading them apart as his tongue prods over the heated skin. A loud grunt escapes his lips when he realises how sweet she tastes. It's everything he could've imagined and more. He then gets to work, flicking his tongue over her clit expertly, making Y/N buck her hips in appreciation. She pants, trying not to explode from pleasure at the feeling.

His free hand slides up to her lower stomach to hold her down and withhold her from squirming too much. Her juices are escaping from inside her, soiling his lips and chin and the duvet. Harry just can't get enough. His thumb scratches at her pelvis and as Y/N looks down, she sees him bobbing up and down eagerly, his eyes closed shut as he devours her. She hisses at the obscene sight.

“Ah- f-fuck!” Y/N stutters out, Harry now digging his fingers into her and slightly curling them inside her, hitting her g-spot and bringing her closer to her orgasm. “Harry!” She warns, her eyes practically rolling back at how he licks her, but that doesn't make him stop, no, he speeds up even.

His lips are locked on her clit, sucking as his fingertips massage her inner walls and let her slick seep out. She can't keep her legs still if she tries, her toes are curling and her thighs are shaking.

“Mmmh.” Harry moans lowly, tasting her juices as they keep flowing, signalling she won't last a second longer. “Come for me, darling.” He releases for a split second only to murmur those words, causing her body to respond with a shattering climax.

“Oh-ffu-Harry!” Y/N cries out as the burning knot inside her undoes and explodes. It's nothing like she's ever felt before, men never really seemed to know how to satisfy her, but Harry is all it takes for her to let go and forget about all the bad sex she ever had. She gasps loudly, riding out her orgasm as he keeps working her gently with his fingers and mouth. “Jesus fuck.”

Her legs fall to her sides. Harry comes up and wipes his mouth clean, chuckling at how Y/N is gasping for air. Her chest heaving as she does her best to try and breathe. “Good?” He hums and kisses her collarbone as he awaits a response.

“Too good.” She chokes out a laugh as soon as she can catch her breath again. She reaches down to caress his cheek, causing him to glance up. “Need a taste.” She huffs, as her hand goes down to his cock. Harry smirks and stops her. Gaining her attention with a quirked brow, indicating she doesn't understand.

“I desperately want to be inside of you, and I won't be able to last as long as I plan to if your puffy lips would work their magic on my cock right now.” He tells her bluntly, keeping his lust-filled gaze on her. And honestly, that might've just been the sexiest thing anyone has ever told her. She gives him a coy nod before he props himself up. He pushes his boxers down his legs and hovers over her.

Harry reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom while Y/N finally has her tiny fingers wrapped around Harry's erect and dripping cock. It's long and hard, the tip glistening and soft. Her hand runs down his shaft, paying close attention to the pattern of those prominent veins. His big hand reaches for her wrist.

“Hate to stop you, love, but you'll be the death of me.” Harry breathes as he slowly rolls the condom down his shaft. Y/N smiles adoringly, holding back laughter. Harry shakes his head amused, glad he brings that same childlike chuckle to Y/N's face that he used to adore when they were younger.

Then Y/N's face changes to surprise as Harry wraps his arms around her upper body to place her further on the bed, her head now resting on his soft pillows. Harry takes his position above her and cups her chin as he gently kisses her.

“Are you ready for me?” He asks. His cock now directly at her entrance, he holds it with his hand, teasing her.

“Yes, H. Please, yes.” She eagerly replies. So Harry presses a firm kiss on her mouth as he carefully pushes himself in. Just the tip before he pulls back again, teasing her incredibly slowly. Y/N groans in annoyance but lets him. Instead, she circles her arms around his neck and lets her fingertips draw nonsensical doodles on his scalp.

Her eyes shut when he finally thrusts himself forward, inserting his cock fully and feeling her pussy clenching around him. At first, he moves slowly, deliberately waiting for the satisfying burn to fade. His palms are pressed flat next to her shoulders as he secures his balance above her. She just can't keep her moans inside, not when he fucks her with all the love in the world.

“Fuck.” Harry grits, noticing how tight she is. Y/N keeps her eyes closed and lets him take control, simply doing what she feels is right, and that is responding to Harry's pace and needs. She finds solace in his sweet scent and she's sure she's addicted to it from now on.

As his hips rock, he slips his tongue into her mouth. Y/N's walls clench around him as his pace picks up. Her slick dripping out of her, coating their inner thighs as he slowly dips in and out.

“Give me your leg.” He says as he taps his fingers on her right thigh. Y/N obediently pulls her leg up and Harry positions himself a bit differently, the tip of his cock hammering against her cervix, reaching spots she didn't know could feel so good.

He places her leg on his shoulder and holds it in place with his arm wrapped around her knee. The newfound angle allows him to fuck her deeper and Harry can't hold himself back anymore. He slams into her, she moans in pleasure when he picks up the pace, making their sweaty bodies become one.

“G-goddamn, love.” He grunts, loving how they move as one. The muscles of his abdomen tense up under his skin with every hard thrust he delivers, he simply can't bear to slow down his movement. Harry continues to rut in and out, bringing both of them higher.

His left-hand reaches down, pressing down on her pubic bone for extra stimulation as his thumb finds her clit. Harry then knows he won't last long. Feeling her pussy already milking his cock, he knows she is close too.

Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the butterflies in her stomach building up again as Harry hits her G-spot every time he slams back into her.

“H-Harry- shit.” Y/N pants rapidly. She can feel how her juices are dripping from her and covering Harry's dick, definitely creating a wet spot underneath her bum on the duvet. She rolls her eyes back. She can't hold out for much longer.

“Nghh, yeah? Come for me, again, baby.” Harry groans as his pace starts to get sloppy. Y/N loves how his brows furrow and his jaw tightens up every time he pushes in.

“Aah- I'm-“ She starts and her walls clench around him, squeezing his hard cock inside her as she comes. The sensation is too much for Harry to bear. His hot liquid explodes into the rubber as her warm pussy milks him.

“Mmph.” Harry moans and with the last bit of power in his limp body, he slowly rocks back and forth to ride out their orgasms until they both collapse, tired and sweating messes.

“God, I can't believe that just happened.” Y/N puffs as they lie next to each other for a few moments. Harry hums, rolling to her side and pulling out of her in the process. Y/N catches his glance, seeing how his green eyes look like they shine even in the dark, love and affection radiating from them.

“I finally had sex with the girl of my dreams.” He murmurs, scooting a bit closer as Y/N feels him reach to her hand to twine their fingers together. She giggles at his sweetness before opening her mouth to speak.

“I now understand why you didn't want Charlie here today.” She remarks, earning a playful look from Harry. She brings her fingers up to brush the hair off his forehead. “I love you.” Y/N suddenly utters, surprising herself. “I mean it.”

“I love you too.” Harry says without a second thought before placing his wet lips on hers. It's not like they hadn't said I love you to each other when they were younger, but adult I love you's are different, stronger, more meaningful. Y/N grins, nudging her nose against his cheek and pecking his lips.

“We should do something about the stickiness, shouldn't we?” Harry says running his finger on the inside of her thigh. Y/N chuckles as she nods her head in agreement, slightly ashamed but just couldn't care less right now. She's happy, Harry's happy and that's all that matters.

Harry picks her up from the bed again, gaining another squeal as he carries her to the bathroom. They hop in the shower and their touches remain gentle. Just soft kisses and long glances. Once they're all washed up, they slide back between the sheets in an after-sex, shower-fresh bliss.

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Enticing 35 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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The day of the prenatal appointment arrived, and Harry and Y/N found themselves sitting side by side in the waiting room of the obstetrician's office. The atmosphere was hushed, the anticipation palpable as they exchanged glances filled with a mix of nerves and determination.

Harry's fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh, a manifestation of the tension that had settled within him. Y/N, on the other hand, took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. They were navigating uncharted territory together, and the upcoming appointment was a significant milestone in their journey.

When their names were finally called, they rose from their seats, the weight of the moment pressing upon them. Harry reached out and gently squeezed Y/N's hand, offering her a reassuring smile that masked his own apprehensions.

Together, they entered the doctor's office, where they were greeted by a warm and friendly obstetrician. Dr. Williams had been recommended to Y/N by her mother, and her gentle demeanor put both Harry and Y/N at ease.

Dr. Williams, a middle-aged man with a warm smile, addressed Y/N first, his tone professional but kind. "Good afternoon, Y/N. How have you been feeling since our last visit?"

Y/N answered, sharing her thoughts and any concerns she had about the pregnancy, her gaze never leaving the doctor. However, as the appointment continued, Dr. Williams seemed to become increasingly friendly with Y/N, his mannerisms shifting from professional to overly familiar. Harry had also found it incredibly rude and unprofessional for him not to greet him yet he abstained from saying anything. The last thing he wanted was to upset Y/N.

Harry couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in the doctor's behavior. He watched as Dr. Williams playfully flirted with Y/N, offering compliments and personal anecdotes that were unrelated to the appointment. Harry's unease grew with each passing moment, his protective instincts kicking in.

When Dr. Williams addressed Y/N's pregnancy and casually mentioned, "So, you're doing this all on your own, then?" Harry felt a surge of anger and frustration. It was clear that the doctor assumed Y/N was a single mother and he was just a friend. He was done playing nice. It was time he let his presence be known.

Before Y/N could respond, Harry spoke up, his tone firm and assertive. "Actually, no. We're doing this together."Harry's eyebrows shot up in mild surprise as he took Dr. Williams' hand. “Harry Styles”.

Dr. Williams raised an eyebrow in surprise, his gaze shifting between Harry and Y/N. "Oh, I see. My apologies for the assumption. I presume you must be the father?”

“That’s right” He dryly said.

As the appointment progressed, they experienced a mix of emotions. They heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time—a moment that left them both awe-struck and teary-eyed. Dr. Williams shared important information about the pregnancy, discussing the upcoming milestones and what to expect in the months to come.

Just before the appointment ended and as Y/N wiped the gel off her bump, Harry cleared his throat, his tone earnest. "Dr. Williams, we wanted to discuss something important with you."

The doctor's demeanor shifted slightly, sensing the seriousness of their tone. "Of course, please have a seat."

Once they were settled, Y/N began, her voice steady. "Harry and I have decided to do a paternity test to confirm the biological father of the baby."

Dr. Williams' expression remained professional, his gaze shifting between them. "I understand. It's a significant step, and it's important to ensure clarity."

Harry nodded, his tone firm. " We want to get it done as soon as possible."

Dr. Williams leaned back in his chair, considering their request. "I can provide you with the necessary referrals and information for the test. It typically involves a blood sample from both the mother and the potential father."

Y/N and Harry exchanged a look of acknowledgment, gratitude evident in their expressions.

"Thank you, Dr. Williams," Y/N said, her voice sincere.

Outside the doctor's office, in the corridor of the medical center, Harry and Y/N shared a moment of quiet reflection. The weight of their shared experience hung in the air, a reminder that they were united by the life growing within Y/N, a life they would both cherish and support, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

Leaving the hospital behind after their prenatal appointment and discussions about their unborn baby, Harry and Y/N stepped into the fresh air of the city, their steps carrying them away from the medical center.

As they walked down the sidewalk, Harry's curiosity got the better of him. "So, what's on your agenda for the rest of the day. Do you have a lot of work ahead?"

Y/N's gaze wandered to the bustling city around them before she replied, her voice calm. "Actually, I'm heading to the new apartment to receive some furniture that's being delivered."

Harry's brows furrowed with concern. "Are you doing it all on your own?"

Y/N's lips curved into a small smile, appreciating Harry's thoughtfulness. "No, Patrick is helping me, but he'll only be available after he's done with work."

Harry's worry didn't dissipate. "That's kind of risky, isn't it? Carrying heavy furniture and all?"

Y/N nodded in understanding, acknowledging the validity of his concern. "Yes, it can be, but we'll be careful. I can't leave the furniture out in the hallway, and Patrick offered to assist once he's available."

Harry's protective nature kicked in as he offered an alternative solution. "I could help you. I'm free for the rest of the day, and it's better than waiting for Patrick."

Y/N's gratitude shone in her eyes, and she shook her head gently. "Harry, you've done enough today with the appointment and everything. I don't want to take up more of your time”

Harry's concern for Y/N's well-being was unwavering, and as they continued their walk down the bustling city streets, he couldn't shake the nagging worry about her handling heavy furniture on her own.

"Y/N," he began, his tone gentle yet resolute, "I can't just stand by knowing you're handling all that furniture on your own. It's not safe, especially during your pregnancy."

Y/N glanced at him, her expression a mix of appreciation and a hint of protest. "I know you want to help, but you've already done so much today. You don't have to—"

Harry interrupted her, his voice firm. "I want to help because I care about you and the baby. I can't let you take unnecessary risks. Please, let me come with you."

There was a pause as Y/N met his determined gaze, recognizing the sincerity in his words. After a moment, she relented with a small smile. "Alright. I don't want to argue about it. Thank you for being so thoughtful."

Harry's lips curled into a relieved smile, his hand finding hers once again as they continued walking. "I promise it won't take long, and I'll make sure everything is set up safely."

As they approached Y/N's apartment building, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had successfully convinced Y/N to let him help, and he was determined to ensure everything went smoothly.

Y/N's new apartment was a charming and intimate space, radiating personality and warmth despite its smaller size compared to Harry's more lavish abode. Nestled in a bustling city neighborhood, the building itself had an old-world charm, complete with a wrought-iron staircase and a vintage elevator with a metal gate.

Stepping through the front door of the apartment, one would find themselves in a welcoming living area that doubled as her lounge and dining space. The open-plan design made the most of the limited square footage.

The living area boasted a cozy sofa in a rich, earthy tone that begged to be lounged on. Overhead, a stylish pendant light cast a warm, golden glow. Beside the sofa, a rustic wooden coffee table held a few well-chosen decorative items, including a vase of fresh flowers.

“The couch is being replaced. All the furniture here is just temporarily” She explained to Harry as she allowed him to explore the apartment. “Except for the barstools. Those I got a few days ago”.

The walls of the living room were painted in soft, soothing colors, which made the space feel more expansive than it actually was. A large window allowed natural light to filter in during the day, revealing a charming cityscape view.

Adjacent to the living area was a compact kitchen, where Y/N could whip up her favorite meals. It featured modern appliances, sleek countertops, and a breakfast bar with a couple of stylish barstools.

Down a short corridor were the bedrooms. The bathroom, while not overly spacious, was functional and clean. It featured a standing shower, a sink with a mirrored cabinet, and a few shelves stocked with toiletries.

“There is no bathtub” Harry pointed out to her. “How are you going to bathe her?”

“Her?” Harry smiled and looked away. “I was hesitant to get it because of it. I guess I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

Overall, Y/N's apartment exuded a sense of coziness and personality. It was the kind of place where you could easily curl up with a good book or share a glass of wine with friends. While it lacked the grandeur of Harry's home, it was perfect for her—a space where she could express her individuality and create new memories, especially as she awaited the arrival of her child. Harry couldn't wait to see it fully furnished, knowing that it would only become more charming with each added piece.

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Harry Wells (Flash) - Earth 2 - Chapter 3

“(Y/N), you have to wake up.”

Brows furrowed, you open your eyes.

The bright lights and faint smell of sterilizers isn’t foreign to you.

“You’re awake Ms. (L/N).”

Turning your head, you send the male a weak smile.

“Sorry about that Dr. Wells.”

He shook his head.

“You’re not a speedster, you shouldn’t put yourself in danger. You could have died.” 

His tone is disapproving, not that you’re surprised. Most of your conversations seem to go this way.

“Just because I don’t have crazy powers doesn't change who I am. To protect and serve. That’s the oath I took.” You force yourself to sit upright because you really don’t want to hear anymore of his lectures.

“I’m not one of your scientists, you can’t tell me how to live my life. My friends were in trouble so I did what I had to."

It’s annoying the way he comes down on you. You’re not Barry. The young CSI clearly idolized Harrison and you understand why, but you don’t like being treated like a kid.

Standing, you survey your surroundings.

“Where the hell is my gun?”

Moving so quickly after getting blasted into a wall wasn’t the smartest idea, but it’s better than staying here.

“Right here.” He pulls it from the side of his chair, along with your badge.

“Detective West told me to alert him the moment you woke up. Barry and the others are over at the precinct giving their statements.”

You nod, moving to take your belongings.

He hands it to you and you give your thanks as you holster your gun and strap your badge on. There’s a dull ache at the back of your head. You turn, pressing a hand to your temple in discomfort.

“At least let me check you for a concussion.”

“So you can scold me some more, I think I’ll pass.”

You try to brush it off, but he takes your hand softly.

“Please.”

You hate it when he does that. Looks at you with so much concern. It’s irritating. From the moment you realized how you felt, you told yourself never to cross that line. He’s a member of Team Flash. Your relationship is strictly centered around protecting the city. Nothing more can happen. It was a stupid deal you created in your head. Whenever someone got close, you were sure to create that distance. Because somehow you always end up being the one who gets hurt.

“I’m not some project that you can fix.” 

His hold is still firmly on your wrist.

“I don’t recall ever saying that this was a project. I understand that my reputation might not say much for my character. It would explain your curt replies.”

You pull your hand back.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raises a brow.

“Are you implying that there is another reason that you’ll so readily throw yourself in front of a truck for me, yet you can hardly hold a conversation.”

“You’re reading too much into that. There’s no underlying reason. I’m a cop. Danger is what I do.”

“It seems much deeper than that.”

You frown.

“Stop fishing.”

“I can’t help it, I am a scientist after all.”

His cheeky response is aggravating.

Rather than stay there going back and forth, you turn, heading towards the exit.

He watches you leave.

It’s not the first time that you’ve both had that type of conversation. You’ve known him for months. The more cases solved together by Barry and his team, the more encounters you have. The closer you became to the scientist. It unnerved you how easily you’d gotten protective of all of them.

Especially him.

That’s why when you heard of his situation a week later, you can’t help but show up to gloat.

“Dr. Wells is in the med bay. We were really lucky Barry got there in time.” Caitlin informs. You nod.

“Is it okay if I drop in?”

“Yes, it was just a minor fall. He should be awake.”

You send her a smile, heading for the glass doors. They open and close.

He hears your steps, straightening in the bed. Those glasses are still perched on the bridge of his nose.

“Not looking too good there doctor. Forget to avoid taunting an unstable convict?”

“You seem to be enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

You grin.

He runs a hand through his hair with a soft chuckle.

“It’s possible that neither of us are good at avoiding clear signs of danger.” You move closer, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“I’m qualified to tackle danger, what’s your excuse?”

“Point taken.”

It’s nice to be the one giving the lectures.

“Jokes aside, I’m glad you’re okay. Joe was pretty pissed when he saw how beaten up Barry was.”

“I don’t suppose Detective West will ever let me off the hook.”

“You did convince his son to become a superhero.”

“There is that.”

He’s smiling.

“I know you’re trying to fix everything. No matter how many lives you save, people are always going to treat you like a monster. I might not really understand all this science jumbo, but I know that what you’re doing, it matters.”

He holds your gaze, and you feel his palm sliding over your own against the sheets. Looking down, a light dust of red covers your cheeks at the contact.

“That’s very nice of you to say (Y/N).”

You’re almost afraid to look up, because if you meet those soft eyes, you’ll crumble. It’s a bit of an internal battle. You finally will yourself to look up.

“Don’t go getting any..ideas..”

Your voice trails off. He removes his glasses and you swallow when his free hand cups your cheek. Your lips quiver and he moves closer. You press your hand to his shoulder and he pauses.

“I-I can’t..”

He nods.

“I understand.”

He moves back, releasing you and you miss the contact immediately.

It’s ridiculous. You don’t even understand why you feel like you don’t deserve to be happy.

Nothing more is said. You just leave and he’s once again watching from behind.

Later that night it’s somewhat of a task to fall asleep. You’d downed a glass of wine, but it did very little. You weren’t even slightly buzzed.

You tossed and turned against the sheets.

“Damn him.”

This is all his fault.

“I hope you’re not talking about me.”

You jolt in your bed, staring at the door. Flicking on the lamp, you’re shocked.

“D-Dr. Wells?”

You aren’t sure what’s crazier, the fact that he’s in your room at this hour, or that he’s actually standing.

“I must be dreaming..” You mumble.

He grins. Not the playful ones that you’re used to when you banter. There’s something almost dangerous about that look on his face. He’s not wearing his glasses either. He strolls so casually over to your bed. Your heart is racing and it has nothing to do with the glass of alcohol you ingested earlier.

“You consume my every thought yet you keep pulling away. Do you understand how frustrating that is?”

You feel somewhat frozen in place. He casually takes a seat, eyes running over your covers. You’re no genius, but you could have sworn he was undressing you with his eyes.

“D-Dr. Wells y-you need to leave.”

“Is that what you really want, detective? This is a dream after all. Anything goes. You can fully indulge without the constant worries or consequences of what comes next. Don’t you want that, crave that.”

You do, so desperately. But once you indulge, it’s almost like admitting your feelings.

That scares you.

“Tell me you want me and I’ll give you everything that you want."

You swallow at his proposal. This has to be a fantasy, because those words would never leave his lips in reality. You can’t seem to stop yourself. You slide the covers to the side as you sit up, reaching for his hand. You guide him down to sit right next to you.

There’s no going back.

His eyes drift to your exposed thighs. You’re wearing nothing but a vest and your underwear. From the looks of it, you don’t have a bra on either. You still have a hold on his hand, and you guide it to your thighs. His eyes visibly darken the second he makes contact. He can feel the slight tremors in your hand, but you don’t stop until his hand is situated where you need it the most.

“I want you..”

It's useless to deny it.

He doesn’t waste a second, his lips find yours as he presses you into the bed. You moan on your way down and his hand guides your leg over his waist. He grinds into you and you’re taken aback by how delicious the friction is. You can feel him through his dark jeans. You’re a mess. When you part, he begins leaving kisses against your throat.

“H-Harrison..”

He understands.

It takes him a moment to throw his shirt off and kick off his pants. You’re desperately trying to remove your underwear.

The minute you both meet again, you’re almost delirious with lust. You need him so badly.

“I’ll make sure you never forget how good it feels when I’m inside you.”

He never lied either.

You never forgot.

When you woke up the next morning fully dressed, it became very obvious that it was all just a dream.

For a while you could hardly look him in the eyes whenever you were at the lab.

It’s only when he confronted you that it seems your facade dropped.

“I think I at least deserve an explanation as to why you’re suddenly cold whenever we interact. Did I do something?"

It’s not his fault you were freaking horny that night.

“You didn’t do anything.”

How can you admit something like this to him?

“It hurts..”

He doesn’t understand the statement. But the second you finally look at him, it’s almost like he reads your mind. Your lips quiver, and you wipe the tear that falls.

“It hurts to feel so much and have to constantly restrain myself. But what else am I supposed to do? I..I don’t want to get hurt again. I can’t..”

He takes your hand, and the soft squeeze makes you feel as though he can heal every wound that you’ve ever suffered. He gives a little tug, urging you closer. Your steps are unsteady, and he guides you down into his lap. You flush, and he smiles.

“It’s good to know that this isn’t one sided.”

You huff.

“Like you ever doubted how I felt. You knew I had the hots for you.” He laughs.

“I hoped you did. It’s easier to convince ourselves of scenarios that we would like rather than embrace the truth. I want to be with you, but only if that’s what you would like as well. I won’t force you to admit anything. “

Your hands move to his shoulder, and he’s about to say something else, but you lean in, pressing your lips to his. His hand is still laying on your hip, and it changes direction, one slipping into your hair and the other pressing into your waist to urge you closer. You wrap your hands around his neck. His palm runs up your back. 

You moan, and he nibbles on your lip. His hand begins to move lower down your body and when it slides under your shirt, you pull away with a staggered breath. His lips have found new territory, leading a little path along your neck. You’re barely keeping it together because you’re still in the cortex. The team could walk in at any time. His hand cups your breast and you blush.

“D-Dr. Wells..”

He hums, still enjoying the warmth of your skin under his lips.

“Should I stop..”

It’s a teasing whisper into your ear. His hand that was once tangled in your hair has slipped between your legs and you tremble, gripping at his dark shirt.

“W-We’re going to get caught..” 

You’re not exactly making a move to get away though.

He finally pulls back, and you’re taken with how dark his eyes have gotten.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” 

[harrysonlylover]

For the fics: I'm just worried no one will like them. Also worried because I don't know the people I want to include well (because I won't just be writing HarryxReader).

As for anon: Scared mainly because people see my profile pic (it's Louis, please don't judge) and automatically assume I'm a Larry. Unless we got video/audio confirmation from them about it being real, I just like them as separate people. I follow Larry pages purely for my timeline to be flooded with my 2 faves...not because I believe.

I do understand your concern honestly, i’m a 1d stan first and i love louis and i don’t repost anything ab him cause i also don’t want anyone to think i’m a larry. He is a sweet guy and i hate to see both him and harry still under these allegations.

You can always change your pfp to harry and if you don’t want you can clarify that you’re not a larry in your bio.

As for the fear thing, babes no one starts with readers, i had a minimum interaction at first. It’ll take time but it’ll be worth it, don’t let numbers discourage you, use lots of hashtags and make mutuals.

For the face claims sometimes y/n is preferred but you can always check pinterest for celeb characters.