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lukesaprince · 6 months
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Kinktober #2 - Needy
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Summary: Where Harry loves to give you whatever you want... only after turning you into a needy, whiny baby ~ soft dom
Warning: Fingering, dirty talk (mocking, begging, slight degradation), penetration, daddy kink
Word count: 1.2k+
Author's note: Thank you so much for all the love on Kinktober #1! I genuinely am so happy with how much love and excitement everyone has for my kinktober! This fic is based on this ask. Happy reading! 🎃
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“Please Daddy… p-please” you whimpered, clutching onto his forearms. Harry had been teasing you mercilessly, two fingers inside you and stroking your g-spot so languidly you were a squirming mess beneath him. His lips were against your neck, curled into a smirk that told you he had no plans of giving you what you wanted just yet.
And what did you want? It was obvious to Harry. It always had been because you were an insatiable little thing, a greedy, needy, whiny baby who could cry at the thought of Harry taking away his cock from you. Because that’s what you always wanted, his cock inside of you. There was nothing like it, no oral sex or fingering or vibrator could compare to him. 
How could anything compare to it? The feeling of him deep inside you, filling you up just so perfectly. The stretch that burned so deliciously and left you with an ache for days when he fucked you just right. That first push of him inside you, that… that initial stretch that had you gasping and squirming, crying out his name and grabbing him desperately. It was all perfect and you needed it. You always needed it.
“Please?” He mocked, chuckling at your pleading. “You sound so pretty when you beg, sweetheart. But you know Daddy always gives you what you need, don’t you? I take care of you, don’t I?” He cooed, nipping at your neck while he ground his palm against your clit. 
He was naked above you, kneeling between your spread legs so you couldn’t slam them shut. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, tempting you, teasing you. It would’ve been so easy for him to replace his fingers with his cock, but he just wasn’t and it was killing you. 
“Uhuh, Uhuh so please. Need it” you babbled, scratching at his biceps a little.  
He just chucked again and pressed his palm against your clit harder, eliciting a mewl right against his ear that had him holding back a moan of his own. “You need it, huh? Need what?”
“You know what I need.”
“I don’t, actually” he tutted, stilling his fingers while focusing on your clit instead. The lack of stimulation inside had your core clenching, trying to pull him closer to where you needed him… how you needed him.
“Your cock… please” you huffed, feeling frustrated at his teasing. You hated when he made you spell it out for him.
“Ohh, is that what you want? Y’just not good at using your words are you? Can’t even fucking speak and all I’m doing is touching you a little with my hand.”
You whined at the flush of heat filling your body from his degradation, your face growing hotter and hotter. “I need more Daddy, need more” 
“You’re being so fucking greedy poppet.” He tutted again, scolding you for doing exactly what he wanted and that was begging. “I give you what you need, and right now, all you need is my fingers. Understand?” 
His fingers started working faster, harder and stroking against your g-spot with more focus this time. He was actively trying to get you to come now and was no longer just teasing you to make you all needy for him. He just loved to make you all needy for him, it was his favourite thing to do really. Get you all wet and slippery for him… all whiny and desperate. 
He craved that desperation above all else. 
“How about this then, baby… beg for it.” He pulled away from your neck, looking you right in your eyes as he cupped your face with one hand, sliding to grab your cheeks and squish them. Your brows were furrowed, whimpering at the tight grip on your face. It just added to the pleasure he was giving with his palm, grinding against you perfectly. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours as he delivered the next line. “And if you do it good enough I’ll give you exactly what you want” 
And then the pleasure stopped. His hand pulled away, and with the other still firmly gripping your face, he drew back far enough to bring the same fingers that were deep inside you into his mouth. You whined at the loss of pleasure while Harry just hummed and smirked as he licked his fingers clean. 
“I don’t hear you begging. Must not want it then?” 
“N-no! I do. I do want it. Want it so bad it hurts, Daddy. W-want your cock. Need it” you begged, words slightly muffled by the way Harry was squishing your face. He chuckled and finally let go of your face, pouting at you mockingly as he pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb. 
“I didn’t hear that, baby. Wanna try again?”
So you did. You didn’t even know what you were saying to be honest, just incoherent pleads and babbles while Harry guided the head of his cock to your pussy. He pressed his hand above your head, staring down at you with menace in his eyes, getting sick satisfaction from the way tears were welling in your eyes with how desperate you were for him. 
“Say it again.” He demanded, running his cock up and down your wet slit. 
“Please” you ran your hands over his chest, looking up at him with a parted mouth. “Please” 
“Again.”
“Pl-oh” you gasped, feeling him push his cock smoothly inside you. Harry didn’t give you time to adjust, he never did because you didn’t need it. “Daddy!”
“Look at that honey, feels good doesn’t it? Got your mouth open and all, don’t you baby?” He mocked, loving the way you were barely breathing, unable to do anything but moan and stare at him. Your brows were furrowed, jaw slacked open as he started rocking gently into you. Your nails dug into his ribs, scratching and marking him like he adored. 
“Gonna say thank you? You’re not being very grateful.” He tutted, “Too dumb and fucked out already, is that it?” He cocked his head, smirking while his hips drew back and started snapping into you harder. 
He pushed your knees down, spreading you open and pinning your legs to the bed so you had nowhere to go. No matter how much you squirmed, there was just no use because it changed nothing. You achieved nothing. His hands were gripping your thighs, digging deep enough to bruise and using them as leverage to snap his hips against yours. With every rock you cried out, your arousal dripping down to coat his length.
That same wet sound echoed around the room, mixing in with all the skin snapping together and your breathy gasps and moans. He fucked you enough to get you squirming, to fill your belly with heat before he demanded the ‘thank you’ he deserved. If there was one thing about Harry, is that he demanded gratitude. If you were thankful and good, he’d give you whatever you wanted, but only if you were grateful for it.
Though… he did enjoy making it harder for you to even get out the thanks he wanted. With how hard he was fucking you, and how floaty and teary you already were, he knew it would be a challenge.
You moaned and threw your head back, eyes fluttering closed as you grabbed onto him with dear life “No. Look at me and be thankful, otherwise, you get nothing” he tutted, grabbing your jaw roughly. You were thankful, you were so thankful you were already about to orgasm around him. But you could barely talk, barely think or breathe. 
“T-thank you” you stuttered out out, forcing yourself to open your eyes despite it being incredibly hard to. You were all teary-eyed and so doll-like with your puppy dog eyes. Harry was obsessed with that look on your face, smitten and completely in love. Obsessed. 
“Good girl poppet” he grinned, kissing you deeply and grinding his hips just right to stimulate your clit and g-spot perfectly.
Harry liked to tease and he loved to hear you beg, but at the end of the day, he always wanted to give you what you wanted. He just couldn’t say no to you, ever. You wanted his cock? He’d give you his cock. You wanted his tongue? He’d give it to you for as long as you wanted. 
But it was always on his terms. Just like the rest of the night was going to be.
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gurugirl · 1 year
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Hi I just read your one shot with angel, harry and y/n. I was wondering if you could write about them again, that they touch each other in class and h gets all jealous and punish the both of them
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A/N: This one has been in my drafts for months!!! Sorry for taking so long to complete it but here you go!! Enjoy 😈 2125 words
Warning: 18+ ONLY, smut, exhibitionism, cuckholding, punishment
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Harry was having a difficult time paying attention to what he was saying during the lecture. You had been spending a little more time with Angel lately, and he didn’t mind that, but he did mind when you canceled plans with him last night because you were with Angel.
And now here you were, sitting next to Angel during lecture and whispering into her ear, not paying any attention to what was being said.
“Ms. Y/l/n, & Ms. García,” Harry spoke loudly to get your attention.
You and Angel turned abruptly to see Harry looking at you both with a scowl, “See me after class.”
You looked at Angel and she widened her eyes and then you both giggled quietly. You knew you were in for it.
The moment the last student had cleared from the room, Harry motioned toward you and Angel to follow him. You silently followed him to his office where he opened the door and let you both in before himself.
He locked the door behind him and leaned his back to the wood, crossing his arms over his chest, “Angel, go sit down in front of my desk. I’ll deal with you in a minute. Y/n, come here.”
You slowly moved to stand in front of Harry, keeping your eyes on him. You weren’t sure what he’d planned on doing.
“So you two sounded like you were having a jolly old time during my lecture today. What was so funny?”
You looked to Angel and then back to Harry, “We were just talking about last night, Professor.”
Harry’s brow quirked up, “And what happened last night that was so funny you had to interrupt my class giggling like grade-schoolers?”
You swallowed and balled your fists to your sides nervously, “Well… we just had some fun and we were talking about it. We didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Harry’s nostrils flared, “What kind of fun?”
“Maybe, um… just… Well, Angel and I were just kind of playing is all … “
“Spit it out Y/n. Tell me how you and Angel played last night. What did you do?”
You looked over your shoulder at Angel again but then you felt a big palm grasp your neck and pull your attention back to him, “Why are you looking at her? I’m the one asking you the questions, Y/n. Keep your eyes on me and answer the question.”
You squeezed your eyes closed for a second before opening them up, forcing yourself to look him in his eyes. You felt your body begin to tremble as you opened your mouth. Harry kept his hand on your neck and his green eyes searing into yours.
“We kissed. And I fingered her. But that’s all we did!” You spit out quickly.
Harry let go of your neck but swiftly grabbed onto your ponytail, yanking your head back as he stood over you, “So you get to play with her by yourself now? Is that it? Because if we’re changing the rules here then I get to play with her while you sit and watch. It’s only fair.”
You stayed silent as Harry pushed you to the chair next to Angel that faced his desk. Harry released your hair and you watched him remove his laptop and the books and files he had on the desk.
You figured you deserved this. You did go against the rules. Angela was for the both of you to play with together. Mostly for you, but Harry liked watching and he liked fucking you while you ate her out. Once you rode him while she sat on his face and kissed you. That was fun. But not being able to be in on the action, you supposed it was only fair. And you had fantasized a few times about this. Harry making you watch. It made you jealous but it turned you on at the same time.
Sitting quietly, you watched as Harry brought Angel to his desk and began removing her clothes, kissing her newly exposed skin as he did so until she was naked, her bare bottom pressed into the desktop.
“Angel, bend over the desk. I’m gonna start off by spanking you for being sneaky with Y/n last night.”
Angel nodded and did as he said.
The first crack that sounded in the room made Angel jump. Harry’s palm left a red handprint and then he repeated to the other side, a big red palmprint to match.
Harry swatted her bottom for a bit, small moans coming from her mouth and you watched as her pussy began to glisten. Your heart rate increased. You knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of a good spanking from Harry. It made you feel hot but you kept quiet.
Harry backed away and began unbuttoning his shirt as he turned to look at you with his brows raised as if to say, this is what you deserve. Harry unbuckled his belt and then released his button then pulled his zipper down. He walked past you and stood directly behind Angel, rubbing his palms over her bottom soothingly, like he’d done to you so many times.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, Angel. Understood?”
Angel nodded as she turned her head to look at Harry behind her.
Then you watched with your mouth dropped open as he knelt behind her and spread her cheeks and swiped his tongue over her drenched pussy. Angel spread her legs and panted as your boyfriend licked into her slick crease, up and down and then he plunged two fingers in and leaned back as he watched his fingers disappear to the knuckle.
Her moans were muffled as she had her mouth in the crook of her arm but you could hear how wet she was with Harry’s fingers stuffing into her and pushing her arousal in on his coated fingers.
Harry stood up and turned to look at you and then walked to the opposite side of the desk.
“On your back angel… there you go,” Harry helped her get positioned on her back and then he pulled her so her head was hanging off the edge of the desk and you had a good view of her shiny pussy.
Harry noticed where your eyes had settled between Angel’s legs, “S’pretty isn’t is? See what I did to her? How turned on she got because of me? That’s all for me, Y/n.”
Harry spoke gruffly as he pulled his cock out of his briefs and slapped the tip over Angel’s mouth. With her head hanging off the desk, Harry had the perfect angle. He grasped his cock and pumped himself as he watched you before pushing the tip into Angel’s plump lips.
Harry keened at the feeling of the warm, wet mouth on his cock. He placed his palm down on the desktop next to Angel’s shoulder as he began to thrust into her mouth. Angel was hanging onto the desk and her body was being rocked by the force of Harry’s hips.
You whimpered as you watched the spectacle. You loved Harry’s cock in your mouth. You wished you could suck him too, but he was clearly too busy with Angel as he squeezed her breasts and moaned as he bucked his cock down her throat.
But he kept his eyes on yours as he thrusted. You sat with your legs crossed and your mouth closed. You shifted your gaze from Harry’s hooded eyes to Angel’s wet pussy.
“Did you let her touch you, Y/N?”
You shook your head as you watched Harry’s cock sink into Angel’s mouth, her throat bulging where his thick head was pressing, “No! That’s only for you.”
Harry hissed as he continued rocking his hips down into Angel’s mouth, “Good girl. At least you remembered that rule.”
Suddenly, Harry pulled himself out, grasping his cock, and helped Angel sit up, “Can you stand up, Angel?”
She quickly complied, her face flushed and wet.
“Y/N, take your clothes off, and then I want you up here lying on your back like Angel did.”
You lifted your dress off over your head and pulled your panties down your legs (you weren’t wearing a bra) and settled onto the desk on your back, head hanging off the edge.
Harry stood over you, his cock hanging heavy over your face, the shaft on your nose and his pubic hair at your eye level.
“Angel, want you to finger Y/N and eat her out, however, you want to do it, just don’t let her come.”
You felt Angel’s lips on your clit before Harry plunged himself down into your throat. You’d gotten used to Harry’s girth and length. He’d trained you to take him. But you struggled this time. You were emotional and horny and Angel’s soft lips at your pussy made you feel like you were floating away into outer space.
Harry stuffed himself into your throat and you gurgled and drooled down your cheek to your jaw and your ears. But the soft lapping of Angel’s tongue was quite the juxtaposition. It felt incredible.
You moaned around his cock and choked as he got as deep as he could push and paused his hips, grinding into you to get his point across. Your eyes bulged as you struggled to hold your breath and tried to cough around him but he didn’t move.
Angela plunged two slender fingers into your pussy and you arched your back at the feel of her fingers and Harry’s cock deep inside of you.
Suddenly Harry began moving again, allowing air to be sucked into your lungs and you began to shake when Angela sucked on your clit. You gagged and moaned over Harry’s cock and felt tears pour from your face but your pussy was buzzing in ecstasy.
You began to buck your hips gently, writhing into Angela’s face as you felt your end near. Harry didn’t let up with the force at which he was fucking your face.
“Good job, Angela, you can sit down now. Y/N won’t be having an orgasm today.”
You felt the loss of Angela’s fingers and mouth and Harry continued slipping his thick cock into your throat.
You stabilized yourself, hands gripping the edge of the desk, and crossed your legs to squeeze your thighs together at the loss of your orgasm, having been so close.
“My naughty, dirty girl wanted to play with someone else last night. Maybe I should fuck her in front of you next time, hmm?” Harry grunted as he spoke his words. You could tell he was about to flood your throat with his hot come.
Harry moaned and wrapped his hand around the front of your throat as he felt himself dipping down into you. You were resigned to yourself at that moment. Just a mouth for Harry to fuck and nothing more. Liquid poured from your mouth, your eyes, and your nose as Harry began to finally released into you.
It was a mess. You knew your mascara was running and your face was puffy and swollen after the treatment Harry had given you.
You choked down his warm come, feeling some of it come out onto your face and drip down into your hair. Harry moaned and you felt him thumb at your cheek and move your hair away. A small sweet gesture to tell you he was still there with you.
When Harry pulled out you remained lying on your back, head hanging off the desk in a daze, gasping for breath.
Soon Harry was helping you sit up and pulling your dress over your head to dress you. You looked across the room to see Angel already dressed. You hadn’t even realized enough time had passed for her to dress.
“Are you okay, pet?” Harry spoke into your ear.
You nodded and looked up at him with sorrowful eyes.
Harry tsk’d at you, “None of that. We were all just having a bit of fun, weren’t we? You had your fun and I had mine,” he said as he smoothed your disheveled hair back.
You nodded and noticed Angel moving in your peripheral. Turning your head to the girl you both smiled at one another.
“Angel. Thank you for staying after. You are free to go,” Harry spoke.
Angel quickly walked to the door and left quietly.
“Let’s go back to mine now. Unless you’re planning on seeing Angel again tonight?”
You shook your head, “No. Just you. I was only having fun with Angel. That wasn’t… it’s not like this,” you spoke quietly as you gestured between yourself and Harry.
Harry grasped your jaw and kissed you hard before parting from you, “I know, my love.”
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pretty-little-mind33 · 8 months
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Lavender Haze
bsfd!James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: Having a thing for your best friend's dad was your dirty little secret. Up until it wasn't so secret anymore.
Genre: SMUT (NSFM)
Warnings: fictional age gap relationship (20f, 40m), drunk!reader, tipsy!James (no drunk sex though bc we love consent), fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetration, swearing, corruption kink, sexual themes, nipple play, praise
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Your small trunk bumps into your knees as you stand in front of the familiar, decent sized, house in the center of Godric's Hollow. An early summer breeze messes up your hair and the humidity prickles at your skin, suddenly making you feel uncomfortable in your woolen jumper.
Inside the house, music plays and you can see silhouettes dancing around. The smell of Ginny Weasley's famous plum muffins swirl around you from outside the door and your stomach reminds you just how little you'd eaten in the train. Quickly, you lift your trunk with one hand and use your other hand to knock.
You hear muffled sounds from inside and then you see Harry Potter's rosy cheeks perk up in a wide smile as he holds the front door open, "Y/n!" He says happily. Harry's dark hair is a mess as a lopsided birthday hat that says Birthday Boy pushes some of his hair away from his face. Harry looks slightly ridiculous, but he's definitely too drunk to care, "Come in, come in." He insists.
Inside, the music is louder and the house is incredibly crowded with a bunch of drunk adults. When Harry invited you to his twenty-first birthday, you had expected something special — especially since, from Harry's stories, Mr. Potter and his friends had a tendency to throw extravagant parties among themselves — but you never imagined a full on muggle-inspired rager.
You can smell beer mixed with some wizard-alcohol Ron had once smuggled into your Gryffindor dorms in your sixth year and you sniffle. "You look nice," Harry compliments and moves your trunk into a corner.
You smile faintly, subconsciously running your palms over your jumper. You look down at your plain white, worn out, sneakers you've had since your Hogwarts years and the boring little jean skirt you'd thrown on because you haven't done laundry in a week. You feel underdressed but mumble a thank you anyway.
Harry doesn't seem to think you're underdressed because he ushers you inside his living room. You pass by countless classmates you haven't seen in a few years and almost all of them are drunk. Some holler your name and grin, while others don't look like they remember you.
When you see Ron and Hermione dancing in the center of the room, you and Harry quickly join them. As you dance, you don't exactly keep track of time as drinks seem to find their way into your hand. You just dance and drink until your mind is fuzzy and you have the sudden urge to use the bathroom.
Honestly, you didn't think you were that drunk. Or at least not until you couldn't seem to find the bathroom in a house you'd been a guest in more times than you could count.
You stumble, hand coming to balance yourself as your foot hooks into the other. You hear someone call your name, a voice you don't initially recognize, and suddenly you feel someone slide your arm around their shoulder, their other arm holding you up from around your waist.
"Hey there, watch your step." The person says softly and you look at them. You think it's Harry at first. It's the same hair and almost the same smile, but the more you focus you can tell it isn't Harry at all.
This man is older — not that you could really tell if you didn't recognize him — and your breath hitches as you quickly pull away,
"Mr Potter!" You exclaim a little loudly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I- I was looking for the loo."
You watch a smirk curl his lips as he stands a little straighter. His dark hair looks a little messy in the best way and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. You start to question if it's the alcohol you drank, or if Mr Potter just looks extra handsome this evening.
"Well the bathroom's in the opposite direction, love." He chuckles, "And James is just fine. Mr. Potter makes me feel old."
You hide a laugh behind your palm, knowing it really wasn't that funny, and resist touching your cheeks to check if they're as warm as they suddenly feel.
You hear another happy holler and James looks back at the party. His hands run in his curls and he frowns, "Is it just me or have I let this party spiral a little out of control?" He asks you.
You sway on your feet and try to concentrate on James's question and not his lips or how blurry the hallway walls have turned around him. You faintly see James pinch his nose and mutter to himself, "Bloody idiot," as his hand gently skims your arm and you inhale, surprised by the warmth.
You look at him and lose your balance again, this time stumbling into his chest. His hand rests on your waist to steady you. Suddenly, you hear an obnoxious whistle from behind you and you and James look toward the sound.
You see a boy around your age send you a wink as you sway on your feet, and then he raises his glass at James in some kind of sleazy congratulations. You squint. There's no way this guy knows who James is, because if he did he certainly wouldn't have implied what he was clearly implying.
James doesn't respond in any way (if you don't count the tensing of his hands as it moves around your back) and instead he turns around and holds under your arm too. Gently, he helps you walk away from the chaos that is now the party, "Mr Potter, I really need to use the bathroom." You insist.
He looks at you sweetly, "I know, darling, but you can use mine."
You feel your heart jump and you don't answer. Your stomach feels as fuzzy as your head and you stare at James, admiring his features. Then, you look around. You're in a new hallway, one you've never been in. The walls are darker and the wooden floor squeaks under your sneakers.
Suddenly, you hear a door open and a light turns on. You blink and see a small room which consists of one queen bed, one desk, and one armoire. Old and new books are scattered around the room and the navy curtains are drawn shut. In the corner is a smaller door and you pray it's the bathroom.
"In there," James whispers as his hands disappear from your body.
Instantly, you rush inside and as quickly as you went in, you're out again. James, who was finding a shirt from inside his drawer, turns around. "Already?" He asks, slightly amused. You blush and nod hesitantly.
You hear him laugh and the sound sends electric shocks into your heart. What is happening to you?
James makes his way to you and hands you a shirt. Your fingers skim his as you take it in your hand and you look at him, confused.
"I want you to sleep here tonight. With me." Your chest tightens and your eyes round. James's own cheeks dust pink as he rubs his nape, "I just want to make sure you're okay, Y/n. You're drunk and someone could take advantage of you. I want to know you're safe."
James clenches his jaw as a little voice in his head screams at him, "Are you sure that someone won't be you?" He tenses. He'd never hurt you. You're too innocent, too kind, for him to ruin. James hates himself for even thinking of what you're hiding behind your jumper, or admiring how supple your thighs look under your skirt, and he hates himself even worse for imagining the taste of your lips.
"Oh," You say and your thumb runs over James's shirt, "Okay."
James stands straighter as he watches you disappear into his bathroom again to change and if he's honest, he looks longer than he should have.
Sighing, he runs a hand down his face — he needs to end this goddamn party somehow, and holy fuck how is he supposed to explain where you went to his son?
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When you open your eyes, your mind is still a little fuzzy and your throat is extremely dry. You sit up, hands running over the sheets, and you squint as you try to adjust to the darkness and your new surroundings.
You can remember Harry, the party, drinking, and James. You see him. He's sleeping curled up on a chair near his bed.
Quickly, you pull the covers away from your body and stand. Your eyes widen when you realize you're only wearing your panties and one of James's white chemises. What the hell have you done? You wince. Hesitantly, you make your way to where James is and shake him,
As soon as you see him wake up, your word vomit begins, "Mr Potter, I'm so sorry if I was a nuisance yesterday evening. I barely remember what happened. I was so drunk," James sits up. He smiles and opens his mouth to answer but you continue, "I- We didn't do anything, did we, Mr Potter? Because if I said or did something last night, I honestly didn't mean it. It was only ever a silly crush," You whisper, cheeks burning as you subconsciously pull his shirt lower and over your exposed thighs.
You can see James's eyes darken as he listens to every word you say. The moonlight shines onto him, almost making his skin glisten, and you suddenly feel small. "A crush, huh?" James smirks, standing up slowly. Your eyes move from his and then to his chest. It just now hits you that he's shirtless.
You tilt your head to look at him, "Excuse me?"
"When did this crush start?" He asks and leans in. His knuckles brush your cheek and automatically you close your eyes. You wonder how he can feel so close and still so far.
"Last year." You say breathlessly
"And when did it end, love?" James mumbles. His lips are now almost pressed to your ear as his hands caress down your arms. You feel disoriented as you keep your eyes squeezed shut.
"I-It didn't," You admit, making a small breathy sound when James's lips finally connect with your cheek. You feel him smirk and then, slowly, his mouth proceeds down your neck as he gently sprinkles kisses onto your skin. You chew on your lip to suppress a moan as his hands find your hips and pulls you in until you're pressed up against him.
"Is this okay?" James whispers and you nod. "Shit, you don't know what you've done to me this past year, Y/n." He continues and your heart pounds, "Do you even know how many times I've thought of you? The fucking things I imagined?"
You feel him kiss up your jaw, "Filthy things, love. Things I shouldn't have been thinking about my son's best friend. But, Merlin, look at you. You're bloody stunning now." James's voice is low but every time you hear him, that tightness in your stomach worsens.
"Mr Potter," You whimper and run your hand over his cheek. Your eyes flutter and you look at him needily, "Kiss me."
James looks at you intensely for a moment until he smiles and graciously listens as his lips press against yours. Delicately in the beginning — almost as if you're too sacred to him and he wants to savor this moment. But then, when he feels your hands on his chest, he deepens the kiss and his tongue pushes past your lips. You shut your eyes again. hands finding his hair as you kiss him desperately.
You never imagined you'd admit this, but you'd dreamt of this moment countless times in the middle of the night. Still, even in your wildest fantasies, nothing could compare to the real thing.
James pulls away a moment, hands holding your cheeks as he admires your face. You look flustered as you breathe heavily, hair a mess and lips bruised. He smirks and looks at your thighs. You hadn't even realized you'd been rubbing them together to dull the ache, "Fuck," James mutters to himself as he kisses you again.
You whine into his lips, the pressure in your core becoming harder to ignore. You want him, you want him so badly it hurts.
Quickly, you slide your hand down over his pants and you can feel just how badly he wants you too. "Shit," James breathes, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away. You look up at him, so innocent, and he curses himself, "Y/n, don't start something you can't finish." He warns.
"Who says I can't finish it?" You argue instantly and lean up to capture his lips again.
James chuckles but accepts your kiss anyway. He's going to hell for this, he thinks as your hands wander around his body. He shuts his eyes and sucks on your neck until you let out a small moan.
Fuck, he should want to protect you from the things he wants to do to you.
When he pulls away, his eyes have darkened even more and you can feel a confusing tonal shift. Maybe you couldn't finish this, you start to doubt as you look at him expectantly. You chew on your lip. Maybe this had been a huge mistake and maybe James thinks so too.
"If we continue, we can't go back to normal." James states and you tense.
"I know."
"Y/n, I can pretend this never happened. No strings, no awkwardness, I promise. You just have to say the words." He says, completely serious.
James is no longer touching you and you realize you miss him. You're in way over your head but somehow, you feel completely safe. You don't feel like you're making the wrong decision when you stay silent.
James's eyes sparkle but he runs a hand in his hair and looks away, "Bloody hell." He curses and you smile. He presses his hand to your cheek and then tilts your chin up, "This is insane."
"Just fuck me already," You laugh, "I know you want to."
Once the words leave your mouth, he kisses you hungrily. You lose your balance and fall onto the bed behind you, head hitting the bunched up blankets. You giggle when James hovers over you. "You're a little tease, you know that?" He chastises, his lips exploring your neck once more.
Honestly, you'd be insulted by his comment if you hadn't spent the last year trying to catch his attention whenever you had the chance.
"And you're a dirty perv for lusting after me." You respond slyly. James hesitates a moment but continues to kiss you anyway. When he leans on his arms and looks at you, you can see he looks a little embarrassed. "Don't worry, it turns me on." You smirk.
James shakes his head, "You're quite naughty, huh?" He asks and you nod. When you feel his hand travel down your stomach and lift his shirt to reveal your underwear you feel like you could almost orgasm right there. Instead, you bite your cheek and resist rubbing your thighs.
When James touches you over your panties, you let out a small gasp. As he slides his hand inside them, he leans on his side and uses his other hand to cover your mouth gently, "Don't wake everyone up with your noises, love." He looks at you and smiles as his finger runs up your pussy teasingly, "Just let me make you feel good."
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. No one has ever made you feel this good already. Sure, you'd had boyfriends over the course of your seven years at school but you realized none of them could compare to him.
"Has anyone ever touched you like I am?" James sounds cocky as he almost reads your mind. When he speaks, his middle finger suddenly curls into you and you arch a little as your eyes widen from the unusual, foreign, feeling.
"I- no. Not as good as you, Mr Potter." You admit, squirming under his touch.
"Good." James leans into the crook of your neck and kisses your cheek. His hand moves just a little harder now – just enough to bring you close, but not make you come – and your breath has become harsher, "And didn't I ask you to call me James." He frowns playfully.
Your hand comes down to grip his wrist, "Please, James." You whine.
"Hmm?"
He wants you to beg. Your entire body feels like it's vibrating.
"Please." You whisper again and his pace quickens even more.
"You're such a good fucking girl." James compliment, kissing the skin near your ear and gently removes his fingers from inside of you. He slides your panties down your legs, leaving your pussy exposed. You barely have time to protest his lack of touch because he's climbing over you.
You shouldn't stare at his chest but you do anyway. Your lower stomach tightens.
James leans down and unbuttons his shirt, the one you have on, until he manages to pull it down your shoulders and away from you. You're completely naked now and, clearly unapologetic, James looks at your breasts and places his lips around your nipples. You gasp, hands wrapping around his — surprisingly muscular — back. You feel faint as the only thing you can focus on is James's mouth as he explores and kisses all over your breasts and collarbone.
"This is sick," James mumbles but continues to kiss you anyway.
You smile and suddenly flip around so you're sitting on his lap, "I want to ride you." You state, eyes twinkling.
James looks wind blown as his hair splays across the pillow and his hands grip your hips. He looks flustered as you feel his boner press against your thigh.
You fumble with his boxers, pulling them down and holding his dick in your hand. He hisses, eyes shutting from how sensitive he is. You smirk and swipe your thumb over his tip until he moans louder.
"Tease." He grits, hands digging into your hips, "In the drawer." He says.
You understand and reach over, opening the drawer and taking out one of James's condoms. Him and Lily have been divorced for years and jealousy stings your chest thinking who he uses them for now.
James takes the condom from your hand, carefully rips it with his teeth, and then puts it on expertly, “You do this often?” You ask, hiding how jealous you are behind a small smile.
"Sometimes," He answers nonchalantly, “But none have been as sweet as you are, love.”
You feel him press against your pussy and your eyes flutter shut. He feels much bigger than anyone you're been with in the past and you bite your lower lip, "Are you okay? We can stop whenever you want, Y/n." James promises, seeing your nervous expression.
You rest your palms on his chest and pull yourself up until you can slowly reach under and guide him into you. "I want this." You whisper.
James curses as his dick disappears into you. You let out a small squeal as he does and he covers your mouth with his hand as you adjust to him.
You nod when you can finally start to move and James settles back into the pillows. You start to bounce and every time you bury his cock back inside you, you whimper with pleasure.
James watches your breasts bounce with you and he feels hot. He's enjoying this way too much. You look beautiful, naked and jumping on his cock like a starved bunny. You're so fucking cock drunk already.
"How does it feel, sweetheart?" He asks cockily and helps guide your hips.
You can barely form words, "I-t I- I f-eel," You moan, hands clutching James's shoulders now as you continue to fuck him, "James!" You groan his name and he bucks his hips.
You feel so goddamn tight around him.
James enjoys you riding him — losing yourself in the pleasure you get from him — but as time passes, your bounces falter and you start to pant. James senses your thighs quiver and he isn't surprised when you tell him, "I'm close."
Your head suddenly hits the pillow as you're spun around and you shut your eyes. You arch your back as James presses himself into you, missionary style, and you wrap your arms around him again,
"Filthy fucking girl." He whispers near your ear as you spread your legs wider to allow him to fuck you easier and harder.
Your eyes roll back as James's hips snap into yours and your nails run down his back. He groans but continues to pound into you.
"You're doing so well," He encourages between ragged breaths, "Are you gonna come for me?"
You nod and he smirks.
"Then go ahead." James says, knowing he can't last much longer either. You explode and you feel warm all over as he continues to fuck you even after you've reached your high.
You tap his back, recovering, "I want to suck your cock. You can finish in my mouth." You whimper.
James moans just hearing the words and pulls out. He pulls off the condom and leans off the bed for a moment so he can throw it into the trash near his desk. You shift your bodies so you can put yourself between his legs and you immediately lick his tip.
You feel him twitch in your hand as you take him into your mouth. James looks at you, one of his hands gripping your hair as you choke on his dick. He's so goddamn close. All it takes is you glancing up at him with your beautiful eyes and running your tongue along his length for him to curse and come into your mouth.
You swallow and James loses his mind all over again. You look completely fucked out now as your eyes flutter and your chest heaves. His heart thumps in his chest,
His hand curls around your neck as he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead. You sit with your legs sprawled behind you, arms clenched between your knees, completely bare in front of him, and you shiver at his touch.
When he stands, you almost call out his name. You don't know what you're so afraid of, maybe you're scared he'll leave you.
"Here." He climbs back into the bed with his boxers on and he guides your arms into his shirt and starts to button it up, "You did so well. Made me feel so good, yeah?"
He takes your cheeks in his hands and you look at him. He feels slightly guilty for the distant look in your eyes, "Are you okay?"
You squirm a little, "I'm a little sore already. You-You're bigger than anyone else I've been with.” You admit.
James looks cocky and he traces circles on your thigh, "How can I make you feel better, darling?" He sees you look away bashfully and play with the buttons of his shirt, "Want me to kiss it better?" He teases.
You feel aroused again and bite your lip, nodding.
James sits on his heels and moves you so you're sitting against the headboard, your legs spread. His shirt rides up your thigh, exposing your pussy, and his dick twitches in his pants. Fuck, he's an evil evil man.
You watch him, breathing harshly, as you wait with anticipation. No one has ever eaten you out before. Your first boyfriend had expressed his disgust and you had never asked anyone again.
James takes your leg in his hands. He starts to kiss your calf muscle and then moves upwards to your inner thigh. You clutch the sheets as he kisses your skin gently.
"Relax, sweet girl." He whispers when you squirm. James is now laying in between your legs and he presses a kiss just above your pussy, his hands hooking under your thighs to push them open even wider.
You moan when he finally licks up your slit. It feels strange at first and your instinct is to move away from it. When he feels you jump, James looks up at you, "Do you want me to stop?" He asks gently.
You shake your head furiously. James smirks and presses another kiss to your inner thigh. This time, he licks and sucks on your skin a little bit before he finds your pussy again and attaches his mouth to your clit.
You gasp and your hands bury themselves in James's hair. You moan his name.
James continues to suck on your clit, occasionally gently thrusting the tip of his tongue into you and you see stars.
"How are you feeling?” James asks in between kisses to your clit. He's not asking to tease this time, but to genuinely make sure he's pleasing you.
"A-amazing — ah!" You cry when he sucks a little harder and you buck your hips into his mouth.
James makes a little sound when you instinctively close your thighs around his head. He uses one of his hands to pull one of your thighs open, and the other follows, "Gotta Keep 'em open, my love." He says and you nod, your eyes squeezing shut.
You feel like you're floating as James continues. It doesn't take long until you come for the second time, collapsing onto the bed with harsh breaths.
James kisses your thigh one last time and gently closes them. He licks his lips and scoops you into his arms as holds you to his bare chest, "You did so well. My good girl."He kisses your cheek and you smile.
"What do you need, love?" He asks once you wiggle from his arms and adjust your hair. You must look completely disheveled.
"Um? Water?" You whisper, unsure.
James is up on his feet instantly as he fetches you some water from the sink in his bathroom. When he returns you're sitting up on his bed and the morning light from the window shines onto your face. James hands you the glass.
"Thank you." You say softly and take a sip.
"How was it?" James finds himself asking and he curses himself in his head. James hasn't really asked anyone how sex was since Lily, but for some reason he burns for your approval. He sounds like a hopeless teenager.
"I loved every second." You reply honestly. "You're the first person who's ever given me head too."
"Really?" He sits next to you and places your glass on his bedside table when you hand it to him.
"Yeah. My ex found it gross."
"Well, he’s a bloody idiot." James says, completely serious, and you laugh. You look at him and James wishes he could hear your laughter all the time.
"James?"
He almost blushes at his name, "Hmm?"
"What does this mean?" You ask, pointing between you and him.
James wants to tell you he likes you. He wants to ask you out to dinner, somewhere fancy where he can spoil you exactly like you deserve, but he doesn't want to sound creepy.
Plus, there is Harry to think of. His son, who will be worried sick if you come out of his father's room looking like you do now.
"I don't know." James admits quietly.
You see his expression and your heart clenches. You want him, you want nothing more than for him to be yours. But you know he can't, not when Harry is your best friend. You don't want to hurt your best friend.
Still, you don't want to shut the door completely, "Can we find out as we go?" You ask timidly, implying that — at least — you want to have him intimately again.
James grins. He has never ever been happier to hear those words.
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ginevrapng · 5 months
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imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.
one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.
a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."
"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.
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slytherweasley · 11 months
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Crushing (dbf!wolfstar x reader)
Warnings: age gap (legal), kissing, nipple play, mentions scars, oral (f&m giving/receiving), penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, female reader
Summary: James Potter’s oldest child comes back to England to help her brother with the war. Y/n stays at Grimmauld place with her late father’s best friends but she can’t get over her feelings for them.
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You hadn’t seen any of your family or father’s friends since you were a child. After your parents died you were separated from your brother and sent to a kind family in France who were willing to hide you until you were of age.
Last year you became of age and this year you decided to move back to help your brother who you hadn’t seen in years but you never stopped contacting him. Over the past few weeks you’d met so many people who had been desperate to meet you. You immediately had a lot of involvement in the order since you were the closest thing to a parent to your younger brother.
You’d met Sirius Black and Remus Lupin for the first time, you’d heard so much about them, seen many pictures and yet you’d never expected to meet two more handsome men in your life. Their charm makes you blush every time.
“You look just like your parents, I can’t believe I didn’t instantly recognise you” Remus says his hand brushing your cheek. When you first met the two men they were confused by your presence, Molly Weasley explained you are James and Lily’s daughter. “You’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, at first we were just stunned by your beauty” Sirius says making your cheeks turn red. Sirius was kind enough to let you stay with him and Remus at Grimmauld place instead of cooped up at the Weasley’s burrow.
Your room is across from Remus and Sirius’ room each time you walk past it, you have the urge to knock on the door and crawl into bed with them. You know you would never considering you just met them and it’s probably wrong for you to want to get into bed with your dead father’s best friends.
But the more you get to know them the more you long for them. They treat you like a princess, you don’t have to lift a finger, something as simple as taking your plate to the sink is too much. Not to mention the pet names that make your heart pound and pussy wet. They are very affectionate with you, there were many instances where things have gotten so touchy you had to stop yourself from leaning in to kiss them.
After dinner the two men meet you in the living room with a bottle of expensive alcohol.
“I just want to thank you for letting me stay in your home, everyone has been so welcoming and I really enjoy spending time with you two” “it is no trouble darling” Sirius’ lips brush against your cheek and then he presses a kiss to it. “Oh god” you sigh “something wrong, baby?” Remus asks rubbing your thigh when noticing your change in expression. “When you guys touch me it’s hard not to kiss you” “then don’t try to resist” Remus says his face getting closer to yours but you go in for the kiss.
As you’re kissing Remus, Sirius’ hands are on your waist and kissing your neck, Remus pulls you onto his lap. You pull away to kiss Sirius, his hands move to your hair pulling it the way you like it. You feel Remus’ erection growing underneath you “Let’s go to our room, it will be much comfier” Remus picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.
Remus gently places you on the bed and the two men help you undress you down to your underwear. You so desperately want to see them naked. You kneel on the bed and help Remus out of his shirt, you notice the scars you find them very attractive but make an effort to only glance at them once since you’d heard he’s quite insecure about his transformation.
Meanwhile, Sirius is already shirtless and kissing you again. Both men now had painful erections, you found it kind of hot that you’d only snogged and they were so aroused, you weren’t one to judge you were wet the moment you laid eyes on them.
You pull away briefly and Remus plays with the straps on your bra letting them fall and unclasps your bra letting your breasts fall. “Oh darling, look at those perky things” Sirius wastes no time in taking one into his mouth, Remus follows suit placing kisses on your boob and flicking your nipples with his tongue.
Sirius kisses down your stomach while Remus pays close attention to your sensitive nipples, he begins nibbling on them making you groan and throw your head back. At the same time, Sirius pulls your underwear down and spreads your legs letting out a groan at the sight of your glistening pussy.
“Prettier than I imagined” Sirius says running a finger through your folds making you whimper, he puts his finger to his mouth sucking on it “God, you taste so good.”
Sirius’ head moves between your legs kissing up your thighs and taking the time to suck on your upper thighs causing you to squirm. Suddenly, he dives into your pussy making you let out a loud moan, his tongue works your clit and finger slides inside you.
Remus kisses your lips again before standing beside the bed and undoing his pants, you help him with his underwear pulling it down to reveal his big aching cock. “Fucking hell” you groan and take him into your mouth, you found it hard to take him all the way as you kept choking. Sirius takes a breath and watches you choking on Remus’ cock.
“Just wait until he’s inside you, darling you’re going to be so full” Sirius says.
You taste the precum on your tongue the taste fuelling you to take him as far as you can without gagging until you choke. “Feels amazing darling, keep going.”
Sirius has multiple fingers deep inside you bringing you close to your orgasm. “That’s it Princess, squeeze around my fingers, let it go” you take your mouth off Remus’ dick letting yourself ride your orgasm.
Remus flips you around while you’re still recovering. Remus takes you from the back slowly sliding inside you “Fuck” he lets out a long groan “so fuckin’ wet” he mutters and begins pounding into you. Sirius tugs his pants and underwear down pumping himself at the sight of the both of you.
“Siri, lemme suck your cock” you say breathless, Sirius guides his cock to your mouth. Each moan vibrates through Sirius’ sensitive cock “oh princess, I’m going to cum if you keep going.”
Remus rubs your clit with his free hand and you get closer, “Fuck I’m close” Remus says as you find yourself squeezing around his cock. Remus finishes inside you and you almost collapse after finishing so hard. Remus holds you up and Sirius pulls out of your mouth. “Did so well my darling girl” Remus says.
Sirius sits in the middle of the bed stroking his cock. You and Remus make your way over to him and suck him off together. “Fuck” Sirius groans as you and Remus lick from base to tip and suck on his tip. You kiss down his cock and take his balls into your mouth while Remus takes him in his mouth.
“So close” Sirius throws his head back moaning until Remus pulls out “Cum on her tongue” he says and Sirius kneels in front of you stroking his cock until he eventually finishes and you swallow his cum.
You were so incredibly tired, you lay beside the two boys in their bed as they take care of you, cleaning you up. “Oh Darling, look at you” Remus kisses your forehead “It’s okay, go to sleep, honey” Sirius rubs your back and shoulders placing lots of kisses to your skin as you drift off to sleep.
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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 6 months
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Obsession - Part 1
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Summary: Y/N meets her brother's girlfriend's dad for the first time... and they can't seem to stay away from each other. Warnings: older!H, age gap romance, smut to come, angst
Word Count - 4k
"Jake, they're going to be here soon, right? You need to come downstairs so you can introduce me when they get here."
"Calm down, Y/N. I'm coming. Is the food ready?" Jake calls from his room. Y/N nods as she pulls the tray out of the oven before realising that he can't see her and yells back an affirmative. This is big. Jake had never invited any of his girlfriend's families to meet her - it had simply never been that serious before. But he seems to really like Isla, and Y/N, being the protective big sister, made him organise something. From what Y/N knows, Isla's mom is out of the picture, and she lives with her dad.
As Y/N quickly sets the table, she can't help but think about how much has changed since their parents' tragic accident five years ago. She was just 19 at the time, thrust into a world of responsibilities she hadn't been prepared for. But she rose to the challenge, becoming not only Jake's guardian but also his closest confidante and friend.
Now, at 24, Y/N is balancing her own life as well. She's in her final year at university, pursuing a degree in literature. Her love for books and storytelling has always been a part of her, and it's no surprise to anyone who knows her that she has chosen this path. Her dream is to become a writer one day, like her mom had been, crafting novels that will transport readers to different worlds, if only for a little while.
Jake emerges from his room, his usually tousled hair neatly combed. He wears a crisp shirt and a slightly anxious expression. Y/N can't help but smile at her brother. He has grown into a responsible and kind-hearted young man, and she is proud of him for taking this step.
"You look great," Y/N says, offering a reassuring smile. "Just be yourself, and everything will go fine."
Jake nods, though his nervousness is still evident. Y/N knows how much he cares about Isla, and she is determined to make this dinner a pleasant experience for all of them.
As they hear the doorbell ring, Y/N takes a deep breath and prepares herself, sneaking a quick glance at her brother, who looks even more anxious.
"Remember," Y/N whispers to Jake, "just be genuine. Show him that you truly care about Isla, and he'll see the same good-hearted young man that I see."
Jake nods, and they both make their way to the front door. Y/N swings it open and it takes everything in her to keep her jaw from falling open. Isla and her father stand in the doorway, the latter carrying a large bouquet of flowers. But the flowers aren't what has Y/N so taken aback.
The first thing that strikes her is his striking handsomeness. He has a timeless charm about him, with a chiseled jawline, piercing green eyes, and salt-and-pepper hair that only seems to enhance his rugged appeal. His eyes scan her up and down before he offers her a smile, one that Y/N feels in her core. He couldn’t have been older than 45, and he carries himself well. He oozes wealth and success, and Y/N has to remind herself to maintain her composure.
"Hello, Mr. Styles," she manages to say, though her voice quivers slightly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Y/N, Jake's sister."
Mr. Styles extends his hand with a warm smile. "Y/N, the pleasure is mine, but it's Harry. I insist,” he replies, his voice smooth and comforting.
As they shake hands, Y/N can't help but feel a subtle connection between them, beyond the initial surprise of his appearance. His hand is warm, and she revels in the touch before realizing she might have been holding on a bit too long. She quickly composes herself, dropping his grip as Isla introduces herself, and Y/N sends the young girl what she hopes is a welcoming smile.
As they all settle at the dinner table, Y/N tries to put her initial surprise behind her and focus on making the evening enjoyable for everyone. The conversation flows smoothly, with Jake and Isla sharing stories of their time together. Harry doesn't grill Jake like Y/N had been worried he would, but instead, he is polite and extremely well-spoken. The sleeve of his jacket slides up slightly while he speaks, gesturing with his hands, and Y/N's eyes almost roll off her head when she catches sight of the start of a sleeve of tattoos. He must have noticed her staring because Y/N suddenly feels his eyes on her, and she meets his gaze to find him wearing a slightly mischievous smirk.
"So, Y/N, we haven't heard much from you this evening. Tell me about yourself." He leans forward, taking a sip of his wine, staring at her over the top of his glass.
"Oh, um," Y/N begins, feeling the blush rise to her cheeks. She is mindful that Jake and Isla are also seated at the table, so she needs to control herself.
"I'm in my final year at university currently. I'm studying literature."
"Really? It's one of my interests as well. I used to teach it before I took over running my father's company."
"Oh, that's amazing. I'm the same way… Jake likes to joke that we're going to run out of space for all my books." Y/N laughs, and Harry joins in her laughter. Jake simply rolls his eyes, muttering to Isla about how Y/N is going to fill his room with books when he moves out.
"Y/N, I forgot to ask you about this, and Mr. Styles, I hope it's alright, but I actually managed to get Isla and me concert tickets for this evening. Would it be alright if we went? I promise we'll be back before midnight." Jake pipes up, rubbing his hands together nervously. Y/N shoots Harry a look, who simply shrugs and nods.
"As long as you're being safe, I think that should be okay. Have fun, you two. Y/N and I will clean up."
Jake and Isla quickly bid their goodbyes, with Y/N and Isla exchanging numbers, and Y/N making the younger girl promise to text her if she ever needs anything. When the door shuts behind them, Harry and Y/N are left alone, and the air in the room shifts considerably.
"So…"
"So…" Harry mimics, coaxing a small laugh from Y/N.
"You don't have to stay. I can clean up alone. I'm sure you'd rather get home." Y/N says as she starts taking the plates to the sink.
"No, I'd like to stay. Get to know you a bit more." Harry picks up the wine glasses and follows her into the kitchen. Her breath hitches as she feels him behind her, but he simply reaches over her to place the glasses in the sink before moving back to the table to grab more things.
"Are you sure? No one waiting for you at home?" The question slips out before Y/N can stop it, and she internally facepalms. Get it together, Y/N. He isn’t interested. He's older than her, by a lot. Even if he didn’t have a girlfriend, what he did have was a hell of a lot more experience.
Harry appears back in the doorway of the kitchen, holding more plates, his smirk back on his face.
"No… no one at home. Are you trying to kick me out? Got a boyfriend coming over?"
"No boyfriend. I… haven’t had much luck in that department." She turns away from him, facing the sink so he wouldn’t be able to see the blush on her cheeks.
"Really? Pretty girl like you? I would assume the boys would be falling at your feet."
She shakes her head in a silent laugh as she loads the dishwasher before pulling out two clean wine glasses, lifting one in offering.
"One more glass wouldn’t hurt. Then I’ll leave you to your evening." He takes it with a nod of thanks, opening the bottle, and Y/N moves to sit on the couch, bringing the glasses with her. He sits beside her, and Y/N forces herself to relax when she realises how close he is. She can smell his cologne now. It’s vanilla, intoxicating, and almost euphoric.
"It’s fine. I enjoy some new company once in a while. Jake is a great kid, but we do get tired of each other."
"He seems great. Isla really likes him."
"Isla’s really amazing. You’ve done a really great job with her."  At this, Harry looks proud.
"I appreciate that. Raising a kid alone has been a struggle, but we’ve managed this far. I can’t believe she’s going to be 18. So, I’m curious to know more about your thoughts on some classics.  I don’t know many people who take as much of an interest in books as I do. What are your favourites?
“I love this question. I've always been fascinated by the works of Russian authors. Dostoevsky, in particular, has this incredible ability to explore the depths of human psychology. 'Crime and Punishment' is a masterpiece in that regard.”
Harry nods, his gaze fixed on Y/N as if hanging on to her every word. 
"I couldn't agree more. Dostoevsky's exploration of guilt, morality, and the human condition is both thought-provoking and intense. 'The Brothers Karamazov' is another one of his works that left a profound impact on me.”
"And what about contemporary literature? Are there any recent books or authors that have caught your attention?”
Y/N pauses, considering her response, swirling what is left in her glass.
"Well, I've been quite taken by the works of Kazuo Ishiguro. His ability to craft emotionally resonant narratives is truly remarkable. 'Never Let Me Go' is a haunting exploration of identity and mortality."
Harry nods again in agreement. "Ishiguro's prose is beautifully understated, and his exploration of themes like memory and love is incredibly moving. 'The Remains of the Day' is another gem. I have a really great article on some of his work. What’s your number? I’ll send you the link.” He pulls out his phone and looks at her expectantly. 
Y/N rattles off the digits and her heart races when he phone dings on the table. She has his number. 
There’s silence for a moment as they both drink from their glasses. Y/N can tell they’re both well aware of the tension, but Harry is better at hiding how he’s affected compared to her. 
"Have you dated since Isla’s mother?" Y/N isn’t quite sure where the question comes from, but her wine glass is getting awfully low, and Harry’s presence is messing with her head. Every few seconds, her eyes wander to his lips, and Harry follows her gaze. They’re treading in dangerous waters, and they both know it, but for some reason, it’s even more exciting. Y/N shifts slightly on the couch, and her knee brushes his. Harry doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t move; he just keeps his leg where it is, maintaining the contact. She watches as he takes another sip of wine, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and desire.
"Dated is a strong term. I sleep with people when I feel the urge. I haven’t met anyone that I’ve wanted to start anything serious with. No one I wanted to… what is it your generation says? Wine and dine?" He raises his glass in Y/N’s direction, his eyes locked onto hers.
Y/N can't help but laugh at his playful tone, even as her heart races at the implications of his words.
"Yes, wine and dine. That's certainly an approach, Mr. Styles.” She hadn’t meant for the name to sound as suggestive as it did. Or maybe she did. He swallows thickly at the use of his last name, shifting in his seat. 
“Well maybe I just haven’t met the woman who’s made me want to change.”
“That’s a… possibility.” He’s slightly closer to her now and his scent is overwhelming her. Her gaze flicks from his eyes back down to his lips again and this time, he calls her out on it. 
“Do you need something Y/N?”
“Hmm?”
“I asked if you needed something. You seem rather fascinated… is there something on my face?”
“Oh! No! There’s nothing on your face it’s fine.” “Just fine?” He teases and Y/N covers her face with her hands, her head spinning slightly from the alcohol. She looks up at him again, meeting his eyes and trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. He groans, almost inaudibly. 
“Stop looking at me like that Y/N or I’m going to think-” He trails off, before shaking his head and running a hand over his face. He stands, picking up his wine glass and moves towards the kitchen.
“Think what Harry?” Y/N follows him, standing in the doorway, forcing him to look at her. 
“I- I think I should be going. It was lovely to meet you and Jake finally, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” 
Y/N decides to play dumb. She is fully aware of what’s behind his sudden change of mood, and she knows he’s cautious. Wary. Normally she would be too, but the wine has made her bold and he’s captivating. 
"Harry," Y/N says softly, taking a step closer to him."Is everything okay?” 
Harry lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as he looks at her with a mixture of longing and frustration. "Y/N, you're making it really difficult for me to leave," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
“So don’t.” Her arms go up, around his neck and they’re close now. Close enough that Y/N can feel the warmth of his breath on her face. And then he’s leaning in. 
Their lips touch for the first time and it’s electric. Harry’s hands move up her body, tangling in her hair, pulling slightly and Y/N moans into his mouth. He quickly establishes dominance in the kiss, kissing her until she’s gasping for air. He walks with her, pushing her until her back is against the wall and he’s leaning into her. Harry pulls back for a moment to breathe and Y/N pulls him closer, wanting needing him in her orbit. He sinks into her touch for a second, two, three and then he’s pulling away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck.” He mutters, almost to himself and his internal turmoil is more than evident on his face.
“Harry? What’s wrong?”
“Y/N I’m almost twice your age. And this?” He gestures between them. “Can’t happen.” 
“Why not? You feel it don’t you? The pull? There’s something here.” Y/N steps closer and Harry lets her. 
“Of course I feel it Y/N and that’s why I know that whatever it is, we need to ignore. You’re young, and I’m well…”
“Just because I’m young, it doesn’t mean I’m immature Harry. As an adult, I’m telling you that whatever this is, I’m ok with it.”
“I can’t- I don’t… Y/N, I have to go.” 
Y/N stands there speechless as Harry pushes away from her. He grabs his jacket off the couch and moves towards the door. 
“Harry, let’s talk about this.”
“Thanks for dinner.” And then he’s gone, shutting the door behind him, leaving Y/N alone, incredible confused and slightly turned on. 
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It’s been two weeks since Y/N saw Harry at dinner and it’s been about two minutes since she last thought about him. Well to be more precise, since she last thought about the feeling of his lips on hers. If she closes her eyes, she can picture it. The warmth of his touch, the way he pushed her up against the wall…
“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Jake waves a hand in front of his sisters face, noting that it’s the 3rd time that she’s zoned out during the conversation.
“Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?” Y/N forces herself to pay attention. 
“Isla said she’d text you but she wanted to know if you’d be cool with going over to their place to help her with an assignment for her literature class.” 
“Umm… is her dad going to be there?”
“Mr Styles?” Jake raises a quizzical brow. “I don’t know… why?”
“Uh, no reason. When does she want me to come over? I’m working most of this week except tomorrow.”
“I told her that, she said tomorrow was fine. Thanks for helping her Y/N she’ll appreciate it.”
“No worries Jake.” Y/N offered a small smile but internally, she couldn’t be more stressed. The thought of seeing Harry again, especially after he left in such a rush, made her incredibly nervous. Maybe he wouldn’t be there. Hopefully he wouldn’t be home. 
(4:09pm) Isla Styles: Hi Y/N! Jake told me you were happy to come over and help me tomorrow! Thank you so much! I should be home around 6pm, usually I work till 8 but I’ll ask to finish early. Dad shouldn’t be home so I’ll leave a key under the mat for you. Let yourself in at 6 if I’m not home yet and I’ll meet you there.
(4:34pm) Y/N: Hey Isla! No worries, happy to help. See you tomorrow :)
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6pm rolls around and Y/N finds herself standing in front of the house… well mansion Isla had given her the address for. There are no cars in the driveway so Y/N assumes Isla is running late. But just in case, she knocks. And she waits. There’s no sound from inside the house so Y/N fumbles under the mat for the key and slides it in the lock. She’s aware she’s alone in the house but she still tiptoes inside quietly. The ceilings are high, and there is a large statement staircase in the middle of the entrance. Floor to ceiling windows are in excess and Y/N stands quietly in awe for a few moments. It’s modern, and clean and everything Y/N would want in a house. She finds the living room easily, deciding to set up the few things she brought to help Isla with her assignment on the dining table. 
(6:09pm) Isla Styles: I’m on my way! 15 minutes, I swear! Make yourself at home x
Y/N is opening her laptop when she hears a noise. A noise that sounds a lot like a moan. And then it happens again. It’s faint, muffled due to where she is in the house, so she moves from the dining table to the bottom of the staircase. 
“Fuck Harry. Right there, oh my GOD!” The woman’s voice is high pitched, her moans increasing in volume as Harry, from what Y/N can gather, fucks the shit out of her. 
“You like that baby? Gonna come for me? You feel so good. Fuck Y/N.”
Y/N stills at the sound of her name, not waiting to hear the other woman’s response before scrambling back to the kitchen. Did he just…? Surely not.
10 minutes passes and Y/N hears heels click clacking down the stairs. From where she sits, she gets a glimpse of a woman in a short blue dress, who lets herself out without another sound. 
At least they’re done, Y/N thinks to herself. 
She’s scrolling mindlessly on her phone, willing Isla to appear, when she hears footsteps. She didn’t hear the front door open again which means…
Harry appears in front of her, with only a pair of boxers on, making his way to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. He hasn’t noticed her yet and Y/N doesn’t really know how to handle it. But as usual, her mouth speaks before her brain catches up.
“Do you usually call the women you’re hooking up with my name? Or is that just a more recent thing?” 
He jumps, spilling a bit of water down his chest, as he realises who is sitting at his dining room table.
“Y/N what the fuck are you doing in my house?”
“Hello to you too. Isla wanted help with an assignment. She’s late, so she told me to let myself in. She also told me you wouldn’t be home. But obviously you are… and someone else is too it seems.” She smirks at how uncomfortable he seems as she makes her way over to him. 
“Isla isn’t home till after 8 on Saturdays.” Is all he can think of to say. 
“Mmm. You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m not discussing my sex life with you Y/N. I told you, nothing is going to happen between us.” But even so, he steps closer. 
“Ok, but if you’re calling other women my name, you must want it to. And I want it to. So that makes us two consenting adults. I don’t think I can stay away from you, Harry.” 
Harry’s eyes shut as he inhales the smell of Y/N’s perfume, the intoxicating scent taking him back to the night a few weeks before. This time Y/N is the one to lean in, attaching her lips to his. She’s mindful that he was fucking someone else just moments before but in the moment she can’t bring herself to care. She can feel the moment that Harry gives in, caging her in against the kitchen counter, devouring her mouth with his. Y/N runs her fingers down his chest, revelling in the chance she gets to touch and feel. His skin is smooth and his curls are soft. She finds the harder she pulls, the more insatiable he becomes. 
“Y/N? Are you here?” Isla’s voice rings out from the foyer and both Harry and Y/N freeze, pulling away from each other.  
“Get out of here… when she sees you without any fucking clothes on she’s going to ask questions.” Y/N pushes on his bare chest and Harry quickly moves up the back stairs up to his room, but not before pressing a small peck to her lips again. 
“I’m so sorry I’m a bit late! Are you ready to get started?” Isla chirps, completely oblivious as to what was happening just moments before. 
Y/N nods, and starts to show Isla some of the books she brought when her phone dings. Once, twice, then three times.
“Someone’s popular!” Isla jokes. Y/N offers her a small smile as she flips her phone over. 
(6:31pm) Harry: You’re right.
(6:31pm) Harry: I don’t think I can stay away from you either.
(6:31pm) Harry: Let me take you out for dinner. Let’s talk. 
Y/N glances nervously over at Isla, who seems engrossed in her reading material. 
(6:33pm) Y/N: Ok. We’ll talk.
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Curvy Secret- Vasectomies and Hormones
hiii. I am here with a little extra of our fave couple. It's very short, but just wanted to do a small update for you! Enjoy
WARNINGS: pregnancy, smut, hormones, angst, female receiving oral, daddy kink, vasectomy, surgery, cursing.
wc: 3766
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“I thought you made that appointment already,” you asked Harry, rubbing your stomach, as you sat at the dining room table. 
“I was going to, but I wanted to make sure this pregnancy worked out at first and all,” he said, rubbing your stomach.
“So, you completely disregarded what I wanted?” 
This pregnancy made you completely moody. You were always snapping at Harry, and he knew it was the hormones, and you felt bad. But Harry had promised you that he would get a vasectomy the second you got to London. It had been five months and he hadn’t done it. 
“No, baby,” he sighed. “I was just…postponing it. Just in case.”
Luckily, the kids were in school and Harry was off today, so you had time to hash this out. 
“Well, I told you to get it when we first moved here because it was a decision I made about my body. But, whatever I guess you don’t care.” 
“Pup,” Harry said, taking your hands in his. “I do care. I care so much. It just scares me.” 
“Oh, you’re going to get a little snip snip. Meanwhile, I have to push a baby with your big head out of my hooha and go through 9 months of this,” you said. 
“Yeah. The snip is scary, but what scares me more is the realization that I won’t be having anymore kids with you after this. I love family, you know this.” 
“I gave you four! I think that’s quite enough,” you said, getting up slowly from the table. You started to walk away.
“Where are you going?” Harry asked. “Are we done?” 
“I have to pee. The baby keeps pushing on my bladder.” 
“Oh. Did yeh need any help?” 
“No.” You slammed the door and Harry sat there, his head in his hands. He felt bad. He truly did. But, this meant the end of an era. However, he was being selfish. You have given him almost four wonderful children. 
When you came out of the bathroom, you waddled back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. You were starving, so you grabbed all of the ingredients to make a huge sandwich. 
“‘M sorry,” Harry said behind you. 
You didn’t say anything and continued to assemble your lunch. 
“I am being selfish,” he said, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, his hand resting on your stomach. He kissed your neck. “I’ll go get the vasectomy. I’ll schedule it right after lunch.” 
“You’ve given me two beautiful girls and two amazing boys, well almost two. And you know, ‘m thankful for that. ‘M thankful yeh gave me any little munchkins at all.” 
Harry waited for you to respond, but you just squirted the mustard on your sandwich instead. “Pup, please don’t be mad at me.” 
“You’re lucky I don’t divorce you,” you said, with an obvious joking tone to it. 
“Please. That would end me, love,” Harry pouted, putting his chin on your neck. 
You hummed and then took a bite of your sandwich. You never craved Doritos on your sandwich before, but this pregnancy was doing weird things to you. 
Once you swallowed, you spoke up. “You’re going to promise me you’ll make the appointment?” 
“I promise. I’ll do it right now if yeh want.”
“No, eat lunch first. I’m not that much of a stone cold bitch,” you chuckled, ripping off another part of your sandwich with your teeth. 
“Hey. Hey look at me,” Harry said, squeezing your sides. You looked at him. “Yeh are not a bitch at all. Yer just pregnant….and hormonal,” Harry flinched, but you didn’t argue with him. In fact, you nodded.
Harry made himself lunch and peppered kisses on you, which in the end, made you giggle more than anything. After you were done, you and Harry sat down at the table and called his doctor. “Yes, ‘ello. I’d like to make an appointment for a vasectomy, please.” He waited. “Harold Styles. Mmmhmm.” 
You held his hand as he made it and gave the nurses all of his information. He looked at the calendar in front of him, because it was on the fridge and he couldn’t see it without his glasses. “That’s perfect. 9? Great. Thank yeh very much.” 
He hung up the phone and told you it was scheduled for next Monday at 9. 
“Thank you,” you squeezed his hand. “Sorry for lashing out.” Harry picked up your hand and kissed it.
“No, ‘m sorry for not going through with it.” 
You smiled. “I love you.” 
“I love yeh more. God, I love yeh so much.” 
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That night, after you put the kids to sleep, you and Harry were lounging around watching a movie you’ve seen 100 times. He had on gray sweatpants and a tight t-shirt. His hair was freshly washed and he looked so cute with a slight pout on his face. And lately your hormones had been CRAZY- in the I’m going to yell at you for no reason way and the if we don’t have sex right now I’m going to cry way. Right now, it was the latter.
You reached your hand over to Harry’s thigh and squeezed. He smiled and grabbed your hand in his. You groaned to yourself. That’s not what you wanted. Harry played with your fingers for a little bit as he watched the TV in front of him. 
After about five minutes of that, you scooted closer to him as best as you could. Harry then moved his hand from yours to your hips, which he rubbed gently. This was not helping. 
He laughed at something that was said on the TV. You didn’t know what. You weren’t listening. You looked up at him and kissed his neck. Harry hummed and looked at you, giving you a peck on the lips. 
You ran your hands up his chest, which made him shiver. And because you were pregnant, you weren’t the most graceful. So, when you tried to flip yourself onto his lap, you wound up falling back onto the couch. 
“Yeh alright, love?” Harry asked, helping you up. 
You shook your head. “I need you.”
“I know, love. I got yeh.” 
You sat up on the couch and felt like you wanted to cry. You were so frustrated. “No.” You closed your eyes. “I need Daddy.” 
“Ohhhhh.” 
“Please,” you pouted. “Please, I'm going crazy.” 
Harry chuckled. “Alright, pup. ‘M here,” he took his shirt off. “I’ll take care of yeh.” 
“Wanna go into bed?” 
You shook your head and clawed at him, trying to bring him closer to you. “No. God, please.” 
Harry shook his head and leaned down to kiss you. “Such an impatient puppy.” 
You whimpered, pulling at the hem of his sweatpants. “Alright. I won’t tease yeh anymore. Can yeah get naked for me, love?” 
You sat on the couch and took off your shirt as Harry took off his pants. You had a sports bra on and Harry was still licking his lips at the sight of your tits. 
Once he was fully naked, you tried to take off your clothes quicker. Harry assisted, which helped a ton. 
“What position is best for yeh, my love?” 
“Sit,” you demanded. 
“Yes, ma’am,” Harry chuckled nervously as he sat on the couch, pumping himself. He was already half-hard because seeing you naked, especially pregnant, did that to him. 
Harry sat spread eagle and you practically drooled as you tried to sit on his lap. 
“C’mere, beautiful,” Harry guided you onto his lap and once he was hard, he slowly put his cock inside of you. 
You held onto his shoulders, your head falling back and your mouth open, as he slid into you inch by inch. “Yeah. There yeh go. That’s all yeh wanted, pup, right?” 
You whimpered, nodding. “Yes, Daddy.” 
You needed to take control, so you began to bounce on top of him. It felt so good that your nails dug into his shoulders. But, he didn’t care. You leaned forward into his chest as much as you could without your belly getting in the way and breathed heavily as you tried to scratch your itch. “Yes, Daddy. Please. Please. Right there.” 
“Feel good, darling?” 
Without answering, you let out a moan that basically answered Harry’s question. He smiled and held onto your hips to guide you. “Mmm,” he hummed as he kissed your bouncing breasts. “Look at yeh, darling. All swollen and full of my baby.” He growled. “Yer so hot.” 
You pulled on the back of Harry’s hair, letting him know you acknowledged his compliment, but were too far gone to say anything. “Please,” was all you whispered as you licked your dry lips. 
“Yeh wanna cum, my love? Yeh know yeh can. Come on.” 
You moaned as it became very wet between the two of you, and Harry’s cock slipped in more. It was hitting the spot inside of you that needed to be reached.  “Daddy.” 
“Yeah, baby? I got yeh.” You grabbed onto his hand, thankful for the support. 
Harry cupped one of your breasts in his free hand and ran his thumb across your nipple. You moaned and felt yourself clenching around Harry’s cock.
“There we go. Good girl. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Make that itch go away, alright?” 
You bounced as much as you could, pulling on the back of Harry’s hair. Your tits were practically in Harry’s face at this point, which he didn’t mind. “Daddy, I’m cumming. I’m-,” you shook on him as you finally reached your high. 
Harry cooed and talked you through your high. Once you came down, Harry carried you up the stairs, wiped you down and told you to pee. He put you in comfy pajamas and helped you get into bed. He went back downstairs to turn off the TV and lights and then came back up to you and went to sleep in bed.
You had slept pretty good for a few hours, but then you had to get up to pee again. You waddled to your bathroom, which was right next door, unlike the one in your old home. When you came back, you saw Harry asleep, shirtless, and looking very hot. You bit your lip and got back into bed. You couldn’t resist and ran your hand down his chest to the waistband of his sweats.
He shivered and mumbled. “Baby, yer hands are so cold.” 
“Sorry,” you whispered, running your finger along his waistline. 
Harry smirked at you for about a minute then he said. “Yeh need me again, love?” 
You nodded and bit your lip. “Yes. Sorry.” 
“No. Don’t be sorry,” he said, sleepily. “Lie down.” 
You did as he said and you two made sweet love until you came once again. Your hunger was settled for now.
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“Today’s the day!” you said, trying to encourage Harry. He was getting his vasectomy and he was not happy about it.
“Yay,” he said sarcastically.
“You’re going to be fine,” you told him. “I’ll drop the kids off at school and I’ll be right back to pick you up, ok?”
He nodded and you pecked him on the lips. You sent the kids off to school and made it back in time to take Harry. You almost told him to not forget his insurance card, but then realized that you have free health care now. One of the many perks of living in England. Anne was going to pick the kids up from school because you’d probably be with Harry as he recovered. Another perk.
Harry drove up and you would drive back. He bounced his leg the whole time, even in the waiting room.
“You’re going to be fine,” you assured him, resting your hand on his knee. 
He gave you a nervous smile. He has never had a big surgery like this, only his tonsils and wisdom teeth. You had to wait about 20 minutes in the waiting room and then you both went back as he sat in pre-op. Harry got into a hospital gown and laid on the bed. You held his hand until he had to go back. And surprisingly, you didn’t wait that long. Another perk of not living in America. 
“I love you. Everything’s going to be fine,” you kissed his hand and then his lips. 
“I love yeh too. Make sure m’ will is up to date.” 
You rolled your eyes. “Dramatic. Dramatic.” 
He smiled. “See yeh on the other side.” 
“Good luck,” you blew a kiss to him.
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You sat in the waiting room and read a book as Harry underwent his surgery. Since you were pregnant, one of the nurses gave you a water bottle and a snack while you waited, which you were thankful for. 
After about 30 minutes, a doctor came out to see you. “(Y/N) Styles?” 
You closed your book and looked up. “Yes?” 
He came over to you. “The surgery went well. Harry is in recovery if you want to come see him.” 
“Oh great! Yes, let me get my things.”
You followed the doctor into recovery. Harry had his eyes closed when you came in and sat down. You grabbed onto his hands and Harry opened his eyes and turned his head towards you. “Heyyyy.”
“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” 
He pouted. “‘S hurts.”
“I know, baby. But, they’re gonna get you medicine and you’ll be better soon, ok?”
He nodded. “‘M tired.”
“That’s the anesthesia, Har. You can come home and sleep all day, alright?” 
He nodded again. Once he came out of the anesthesia, he got dressed, the doctor gave you instructions for recovery, and you signed the discharge papers, and were on your way.
Harry was being wheeled out in a wheel chair by a nurse since they wouldn’t let you push it. 
You both got into the car, made sure you were situated, and then drove home. When you got home, you helped Harry inside and brought him to the bedroom. He changed into comfy clothes, you threw his hospital clothes in the laundry hamper, and he got into bed.
“Are you alright, sweetie? Need anything?” 
Harry winced. “‘M kind of hungry.” 
“Ok. I can make you some soup.” 
He nodded. “Yes, please.” 
“Coming right up. Well, as fast as I can go,” you giggled. Harry smirked.
You went downstairs and made him chicken noodle soup with crackers, some tea, and a Snickers bar for something sweet.
Once it was all made, you made your way up the stairs with the food on a tray and a bag of ice in the other hand. “Here you go. You have to ice it, ok?” You rested the bag of ice on Harry’s crotch. “And here’s your soup.” You placed the tray on the night stand and Harry offered you a smile of thanks. 
You went to leave the room. “Where yeh going?” 
“I was going to leave, let you rest up a bit.” 
“Stay,” he pouted. “Yeh’ll make me feel better.” 
You jokingly rolled your eyes and came back to the bed. You laid down as Harry ate his soup. Just as he finished, Anne and the kids came in the door and immediately ran up the stairs. “Knock knock,” Anne said outside the doorway.
“Come in,” you told her.
“Sorry. The kids wanted to see their Papa.” 
“That’s ok,” you smiled at your kids, who all climbed onto the bed. 
“You cannot jump on me or Papa, ok? Just sit back and you can give him gentle hugs.” 
So, they did just that. “We made you a card, Papa!” Dessie said, handing him the paper she made in school.
“Oh honey,” he smiled taking it. He read it and looked at the pictures they drew. “Thank yeh. This makes me feel so much better.”
She smiled and Robyn pointed out that she drew him a flower. “It’s beautiful. Thank yeh my munchkins.”
EJ was clinging to Anne, but mumbled a “get better.” 
The kids didn’t know exactly what Harry had done, but you explained that he was getting surgery and would be recovering for a bit. 
Anne took the kids downstairs and you grabbed Harry’s dishes and took them downstairs, telling him you’d be back and to rest up. 
“Do you want me to take the kids?” Anne asked.
“I should be ok. Harry’s sleeping, so it’ll be one less I have to deal with,” you smirked. “But, please feel free to stay, Mum. Your grandkids love having you here. And us too.” 
You offered her some tea and she hung out for a while, helping you take care of the kids before she headed home for the day.
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You know the doctor said you couldn’t have sex for one week because of Harry’s surgery, and you had pushed him to get it, but maybe this was a bad idea, because well, your hormones did not help.
Harry was better after two days. He only needed to rest for 24 hours. He just couldn’t lift anything heavy for a while. So when he came home from picking up food, he told you to rest and that he’d watch the kids. This made you swoon even more. And of course, he had on a white t-shirt that did nothing to hide his muscles or tattoos. 
“Ok,” you whispered and tried to excuse yourself as Harry sat down with the kids and did homework.
You had taken a shower, relaxed, and then made your way back down the stairs. They were finished by the time you made it to them and wanted to watch The Lion King.
So, you settled them down and let them watch as Harry went into the kitchen to clean up the trash, sorry rubbish, from dinner. You made your way into the kitchen as well and rubbed his back. “Thanks for helping them.” 
“Yeah,” he smiled. “Homework at their age is easy.” He chuckled. 
You laughed. When he finished, he turned to you and gave you a peck on the lips. “Back to work tomorrow.” 
You pouted and ran your hands down his chest. “Feeling better?” 
“Oh definitely. Just a little sting here and there.” 
“M’kay good,” you rubbed your nose against his. 
Harry didn’t say anything else as he let you run your hands down his chest and arms. Your eyes never leaving where you touched. Harry smirked. 
“How are yeh feeling today, my love? How’s the bubs?” he grabbed your bump and rubbed. 
“Bubs is fine. He’s kicking a lot today, but what else is new?” You chuckled. 
“Mmm. And yeh. How are yeh doing?” Harry asked, trying to catch your eye.
“I’m fine,” you said, looking at his flexing bicep. Your eyes were glossing over and you felt yourself squeezing your thighs together. 
Harry smirked. 
“What?” you asked when you finally looked up at him. 
“Yeh have an itch, hmm?” 
“No,” you swallowed. “Just spaced out.” 
“Mmmhmm,” Harry smiled. 
You sighed. “We can’t do anything anyway. And that’s my fault because I made you get the stupid thing, so it’s fine.” 
Harry rubbed your growing hips. “Mmm. Darling, yeh should know by now that there are other ways.” 
You swallowed and looked up at him. Harry winked. “When the kids go to bed, I’ll scratch that itch, alright?” 
You nodded. You went to go read your book as Harry did the dishes and kept an eye on the kids. 
When the night came to an end, you put the kids down for bed. EJ gave you a hard time, but once you read him a story, his eyes closed and you smiled as you closed your eyes and snuck out of the room.
The kids had adjusted so well to moving to another country. You were really proud of them. 
When you came back to your bedroom, Harry was sitting on the bed. 
“Hi,” you blushed. 
“Hey yerself.” 
You giggled. 
“Yeh wanna get on the bed for me?” Harry patted the spot next to him on the bed.
You nodded and Harry helped you up. He turned around. “Clothes should be gone.” He put his fingers in your waistline. 
You bit your lip as your husband undressed you. When you were down to just your maternity bra, Harry pulled you a bit closer to him and opened your legs. “Know m’ cock is out of commision for a bit, but still gotta satisfy m’ girl, hmm?” 
You nodded quickly. Harry smirked and kissed down your body. “M’ beautiful wife,” he mumbled. “So beautiful carrying m’ last baby, hmm?” You whimpered. 
Harry kissed all the way down until he reached your pussy. He placed the most delicate of kisses on your lips and you let out a peaceful sigh. He spread your legs apart and ran his tongue up your slit. “Har,” you moaned, grabbing his hair. 
He just hummed as his mouth wrapped around your clit. You could barely seem him over your bump, but you did catch his curly hair and had to hold onto it as he ate you out like you were his last meal. Harry hummed as his face was buried in your pussy. He loved how you tasted when you were pregnant. It was hypnotizing to him. 
You pulled on his hair and he groaned, which sent vibrations through you. About 5 minutes later, and you couldn’t help your shaking legs. “Daddy…” 
“Yeh close, my love, hmm? Yeh taste so good,” he whispered with his eyes closed. You mumbled back a yes. 
A few more harsh sucks to your clit and you were cumming in Harry’s mouth. He kept his mouth on you until your aftershocks happened. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you pushed him away. 
Harry hummed and smiled at you. “Feel better now, lovey?” 
“Yes. Thank you,” you hummed, rubbing your hand over your stomach. 
“Cause if yeh can keep going, I was gonna get the toys out.”
You laughed. “I feel much better now. Thank you. But, maybe keep them handy for later.” 
“Alright, my love,” he leaned up and kissed you. “Stay right there. Let me clean yeh up.” 
Yeah, because you could get up quickly anyway. Harry jogged to the bathroom and came back with a damp cloth to clean you. Once you were all cleaned, he helped you up and you went to the bathroom and did your nighttime routine before going to bed. 
You couldn’t believe what your life had turned out to be. And having Harry at you beck and call was something that you’d never tire of.
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jarofstyles · 3 months
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They're back. Best friend's Dadrry returns and this time in another country. 👀💋
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Warnings- emotions, slight angst, fluff, I promise there's smut next time
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Harry’s idea to let them bond together without the worry of someone they know catching them hadn’t been what Y/N expected.
She had imagined a trip into the city, maybe to a few over so they could get used to being out together, to being a couple they wanted to be. Maybe a BnB if he was feeling fancy.
It turns out, he was feeling luxurious.
Italy had been the last of her guesses, not even truly on the brain. The older man had her pack her bags and told her they were going to one of his houses. She had been given the hints of a ‘warm climate’ and to pack those ‘pretty bathing suits and sundresses’ that he loved oh, so much. Y/N did exactly as asked, packing up her suitcase with the cool packing cubes she had bought from being influenced online - she was weak for easier travel- and prepared for at least a bit of fun in the sun. Her suspicions rose when he had mentioned a passport, but when they sat in the first class seats on a flight to Italy, she was in shock.
Harry had laughed at her shock, how she bounced on her heels when she had figured it out when they arrived at the lounge. She had thanked him with kisses to the cheek, her hood falling off her face as she held his far too pretty for a grown man’s face. Y/N hadn’t been to Italy, let alone know that he had a house there. Imagine her reaction when he broke out into Italian, speaking to the gate agent as soon as they landed about something that she couldn't understand. Her attraction to him had already been sky high, but the last few hours had elevated it specifically.
2 weeks. They were spending 2 weeks in Italy, Y/N finally quitting the job she hated with plans to look for another one when she got back, and a weight lifted off her shoulders. Her excuse to Lia had been she was going to go see where her extended family lived, whilst Harry said he had business. It wasn’t a lie- Y/N did have family here, but she wasn’t exactly going to see them.
Y/N’s arms wrapped around his one as they walked through one of the street markets. Harry had been the one to choose her dress, deciding on a white base colored one with tiny baby blue florals covering it. It hugged her waist and flared out, reaching right above her knee and was off the shoulder with tiny puff sleeves- a beautiful one he hadn’t seen before. They’d lazed about in bed sleeping off a bit of the travel from the day prior,  but Y/N had been a bit antsy to see things. Harry knew the area well, had spent some summers here with family, and he was a massive fan of the country in general.
Sunglasses hung on the bridge of his nose as he stopped at one of the stalls, looking at the fresh fruit lined up. He hadn’t gone to the market yet, and it was probably a good idea to get some fruit while they were here. “Why don’t you pick out some that looks good to you, hm?” He turned to murmur against her temple.
Y/N wasn’t used to being allowed to be so openly affectionate with Harry.  The times they’d gone out back home, they’d still been cautious with how close and sweet they were in fear of their relations being reported back to someone who didn’t need to know. Being in Italy offered a type of freedom that she didn’t expect to feel so good. Hanging on his arm felt so perfect, like it fit right into her own. Letting her arm drop from his, she chose a few things. A few packets of berries that looked particularly ripe and juicy, some peaches that were far softer than any she had felt, and a few red and green mottled apples were placed into the wicker basket she had bought from a few vendors up. She knew Harry was a fan of cherries, so she chose a small bag and picked up a pomegranate for herself before stopping. Looking at him for approval, he simply nodded and took the basket from her to show the vendor.
“Mi scusi, quanto costa tutto questo?” His Italian made her blink. His voice had always been a weakness of hers, but hearing him talk in a different language and sound so… dreamy? She felt a bit wobbly in the knees, eyes locked on his face as he spoke. The exchange was completely missed on the other end, her long lashes blinking as she watched Harry pull his worn leather wallet out from his front pocket and hand over a few bills. She watched his eyes slide over to her, catching her staring point blank as his lips quipped up in a tiny smirk.
“Grazie Signore.”
His hand found Y/N’s, threading their fingers together as they continued to walk with her basket in his hand now. He wouldn’t let her carry her own stuff a lot of the time and as much as it drove her crazy, it also showed that he was a real gentleman. They just didn’t make them like this anymore. That’s why she’s gone with an original model, she supposed.
“Got something on my face?” His smug little smile hadn’t dwindled, their hands swinging slightly in between them as she could feel his happiness. It squeezed her heart in her chest. As many times as she’s seen the man content, she had never seen him like this. This level of happiness, or seemingly free. She could relate, but seeing it in the man who was usually quite reserved and had been known to her as an authority in a way, an intimidation, it was a breath of fresh air. His giddiness was contagious.
“Mhm. A little smug look on that face.” She laughed, rolling her eyes in jest as they continued to walk down the cobblestones. “You’re just very pretty. That’s all.” She feigned a bit more indifference than she actually felt.
“Oh? And it’s got nothing to do with the fact that you look at me like I offered you a lifetime supply of peach tea when I speak Italian?” He rose a brow, calling her out directly on her bullshit. “I do appreciate the compliment though. I prefer ruggedly handsome, a sexpot, maybe. But pretty will do.”
“A sexpot?” Y/N snorted, nose crinkling in distaste as she looked at him over her own sunglasses. “I forgot you’re an old man sometimes. But fine. Maybe I do like hearing you speak in a foreign language. You surprise me, is all.” She shrugged one shoulder, continuing the swinging of their arms. It was odd, how well they connected despite all their seemingly different life points. They melded together like precious metals over a flame, combining in a way that made her positive that traces of him would remain in her forever.
“Good. You’ve got a lot to learn about me.” He hummed, squeezing their joined hands. The man seemed a bit shy with her sometimes, like now that they were out of their normal element, he was a tad more vulnerable. It was something Y/N found to be refreshing. She wasn’t the only one a little nervous. Or perhaps he had always felt like this, but hadn’t felt ok showing it.
“Hm. Let’s look in here.” Harry interrupted her train of thought, pulling her into a stall with dresses.
Harry had a thing for them, as they’d previously discussed. He liked seeing her in flowy, soft dresses that showed off her shoulders and her legs. It had taken her slightly off guard considering she had thought he would prefer to see her in her bathing suits- which, he did obviously enjoy, but he had shown more excitement to see the dresses she had shown and requested them specifically.
“Are you going to get something?” Y/N asked, looking at the colorful pieces hung up on a pole and the rolling racks. They were beautiful, but definitely pricey. She couldn’t fault them for it, as they looked hand made and artists deserved to be paid for their work appropriately. She had to be a bit careful with her spending, though, considering she had just quit her old job.
“Mhm. We both are.” Harry’s words made her turn to him, lifting the glasses off her face.
“Oh? I am?” She crossed her arms, looking up at him with her brows raised, only to be met with a laughing man who scooped her into his arms, pulling her into his chest. She had no time to question before he was kissing the top of her head, pulling back to look at her face.
“Yes. M’gonna be buying you what I’d like to see you in.” He said easily.  “And probably some things for myself.” There were a nice variety of shirts and shorts, so he could choose for himself. It was written all over her face, her reflex to argue, but instead of allowing it, he tipped her chin up and covered her lips with his own, cutting off any sort of rebellion. Kissing her for the first time, properly, in a public place. It had caught her off guard, her body relaxing slightly before he pulled back from her. “Just let me. Yeah? It’ll make me happy.” He smoothed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Per favore, bellezza mia. Lascia che ti vizi.” The croon of a whispered Italian sentence, despite her not really knowing what he said besides please, had her core heating up.
God damn, he was good.
“Fine. Fine… If it’ll make you happy.” She whispered back, leaning up to peck his lips again. It took him by surprise, but one he happily leaned into. Harry’s wide grin was reward enough.
After that, it was a bit of a blur. Y/N said yes and no to a few dresses, trying her best to be conservative with the money he was spending because it still made her a little uneasy- but seeing the amount of clothing that he had folded up for himself, it reminded her that he really did have the funds. His home here alone should show her that- but in the back of her mind, she knew she was worried about what people would say.
Gold digger. With him for the money.
It wasn’t that she necessarily cared about anyone else's opinion of her, but she didn’t like the idea of people saying she didn’t feel for him as strongly as he did for her. She would be with Harry if he didn’t have money at all at this point. Of course, she couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a good thing to have. That it didn’t arouse her to know her man could take care of her, that he was successful and driven and able to provide and create things. It did, more than she cared to admit. It just wasn’t why she was with him.
Harry had swept her off her feet, what started out as a fuck in the poolhouse turning into a full blown relationship with feelings and anxious glances and sweet giggles. It was different than past relationships but also, not. The circumstances certainly were unique, the risk especially so, but the full bellied butterflies she got whenever she thought about him, the late night calls, the rest of it all resembled a pure romance.
She acted the part of a spoiled girl well in most other contexts, but actually allowing people to provide things for her had always made her feel a bit uncomfortable. It was never an even exchange. Harry’s expression had been so earnest when he had told her he wanted to do it for her, she couldn’t tell him no.
The shop owner had looked overjoyed, throwing suggestions to them and acting as a personal shopper once she had deciphered what size Y/N would be, a flush on her face as she realized it meant real money for her. That was another reason she let the guilt melt away. Providing income for a local artisan was worth it. Falling into it, she smiled and showed her preferences towards cuts, choosing one of the lilac ones from the rack, a soft linen mustard colored dress with floral embroidery across the bust, a deep red maxi dress with a mix of lace creating pleats, a white wrap skirt, and a few other things that Harry had decided she was getting. Y/N wasn’t about to deny him. It was his money.
By the end of it, they had two bags of clothing, separated to his and hers by the helpful and gracious artisan who kissed both of their cheeks repeatedly and apparently invited them both to dinner while they were here. Y/N didn't know what he had said in response, but she assumed by the large smile that it was an acceptance.
He had a charm about him. She had noticed it, obviously, but as they continued through the market and shopped it became apparent that he just had a magnetic quality to him that had her looking on the interactions fondly. This was an unfiltered view of the man that made her feel a fluttering in her chest, the luck she had stumbled upon by getting to spend her time with him realized fully as she continued their walk. He was a gentleman, stopping and letting her browse one of the pottery stalls so she could choose a mug- finally letting her pay for something herself when she had pouted at him- and decided to get him one as well. Hers had oranges on it, Harry’s matching with lemons.
Italy was far warmer than she had realized though, and her inner thighs were starting to sweat. She needed a break, which she told him in a soft request to go back to the house to relax by the pool. Her body was in desperate need of a shower and far less clothing. This had been the most walking she had done in months.
He had insisted on gelato before they made the trek back up to the villa, Y/N choosing a Tiramisu flavor and Harry getting pistacchio. Leisurely, they walked hand in hand while the bags hung off Harry's elbow and her basket back on her own while they licked at the treat. It was melting fast, her tongue working over the sides to try and constrain it from dripping all over her fingers. Being sticky on top of sweaty and tired was not on the top of her to-do list.
“Messy girl.” His eyes had been watching intently as they paused at the top of the hill to give her a second to breathe. Her tongue flicked over her fingertips as the melty cream dribbled down over the cone, making his stomach burn a little bit. The woman managed to make the most mundane things either utterly adorable or completely erotic depending on the mood. In this instance, he was reminded of her sitting on her knees, lapping up every drip of his cum when he had finished in her mouth. Greedy for it, he had soaked up every moment of her desperation. It was a cherished memory of his he would be happy to relive.
“Perv.” She smirked, shaking her head as she looked him in the eye, taking a long lick. If he was going to be flirty, she was going to return it right back. “Don’t start when we’re out here. If you’re going to be dirty, wait till we’re back in private.” Her hip bumped his before she started off on her own, leaving him to follow right on behind while watching her skirt sway.
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“Darling?” A soft voice woke her from her light sleep, cool fingertips brushing over her cheek. The warm ocean breeze and sound of the water and birds had lulled her into a state of relaxation while the sun had begun to set. Eyes peeled open to see Harry smiling down at her, shirt hanging off of his shoulders while he was bare underneath. He was bent down, arm resting on the back of the lounger while the other stroked her face. “There she is. Fell asleep?” He looked down at the book splayed out on her stomach and the half finished spritz on the side table, evidence of the accidental dozing.
“Yeah, m’sorry.” Knuckles reached up to rub at her eyes, peering up at him with a soft grin. “Didn’t mean to. The breeze felt really good.” Finishing with her no longer sleepy eyes, her fingers went to his wrist, urging his hand to cup her cheek the way she liked. “Did you have a good shower?”
Harry had left her out to relax while he had answered a few emails and took a shower, needing to wash the day off of him. Y/N had done so earlier when he had made them food, so it had been his turn. She had told him she was going to relax by the pool with her drink and book and she wasn’t too tired, but it was obvious the day had caught up with her a little bit.
“I did, yeah.” He stroked the apple of her cheek with his thumb, seeing her face relax into the hold he kept. “Missed you a little, though. Much more fun with you complaining about how it isn't hot enough.”
“Well, you take lukewarm showers at best. I like to feel a bit of burn.” She huffed, turning her face to bite the heel of his palm lightly to show her displeasure. “Rude. But, I missed you too. Come sit with me.”
Y/N’s body shuffled over, allowing him to lay on his side next to her. The size left little room between them, but Y/N remedied that as she moved her leg to hook over his waist, sighing as she snuggled up to him. Harry couldn’t control the flip flop his stomach did at her apparent comfort with him, feeling easy enough to do something like that with him. No hesitation now, lips pressed against the base of his throat before she settled in.
“Comfortable?” His voice murmured, hand falling to her bare back to stroke the warm expanse.
“Mhm.” Her replied was hummed, hand resting on his chest as she sagged into his hold. “I’m really happy.”
The words had sounded like it took her a moment to admit. His breath caught, looking at the top of her head as she kept her face tucked against his throat. Hiding a little bit, but he could understand why. Admitting things, feelings, it was intimidating. “Yeah?” He chuckled, letting his blunt nails run over her spine, memorizing the feeling of its ridges under the skin. “Good. That’s all I want for you. I wanted to take you away… let you feel relaxed for once.”
His words vibrated against her cheek, tickling her slightly. She hummed back, twirling the chain of his necklace around her finger. A force of habit now. “I am. It was a really good idea. I…” There was a pause, hesitation coating her tongue as she decided to go for it anyways. “I was really scared I messed this up completely. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel like… Like you weren’t enough, or I wasn’t happy. I know we talked about it before, and I don’t want to ruin a good day with those thoughts, but I really like you and I loved how it felt when we were out earlier. Holding your hand, when you kissed me…” She swallowed the lump that had formed, his soothing fingers continuing their path. He knew what she needed. “It felt right. I know back at home, some people are probably going to have a lot to say, a lot of mean things probably, saying I’m in this for money or something and that you’ll get over me or whatever but I just want you to know that I think we could work.”
Mustering up the courage to pull back and look at his face, she looked into his own eyes. They looked light, but focused. Intent as he met her gaze, encouraging her to continue to speak. She had no idea how he felt, how he felt a little choked up himself at her words and her resolve over the both of them. “I think we could. I’m sorry I seemed so wishy-washy before with us. With putting labels and dancing round things.  I was scared to ask for anything more because I enjoyed us together and I didn’t want to be a silly little girl and assume you’d want something with me.” There was a pregnant pause, Y/N’s eyes falling from his for a moment. “I know theres a lot against us. I’m half your age, you’re Lia’s dad, it’s going to cause problems but I-I really think it’s worth exploring. I don’t want you to get hurt by the repercussions and like I said, I know it’ll cause some issues but-”
Y/N’s words were cut off with his mouth. A deep kiss, fingers angling her up towards him and keeping her chin between his fingers as he locked their lips together, letting her feel him. Heat flushed in her body, leaning into it immediately. He had stolen her breath, a tiny whimper leaving her throat as he attempted to pull back. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him back to her with a quiet mewl of ‘No’ before sealing their soft mouths back again, feeling his harsh exhale through his nose when she dragged her nails over his exposed chest and pulled back to peck his lips a few times. He eagerly responded, chasing her lips a few more times before giving a breathless chuckle, forehead resting against her own.
His heart thumped in his chest as he took a moment, opening his mouth to speak to her but failing. How could he possibly be able to tell her how much he actually appreciated her? He had to at least try.
“I don’t think words will be enough to accurately describe to you how much I feel for you already. I know. I know of the risks, the things people would say, the things that could possibly happen as a result. Trust me when I say that a relationship with you is all that has been clouding my mind for the last few weeks. I’ve thought through every scenario, as good and as bad as they could get, but none of them are as bad as the thought of losing out on being with you.”
His voice was slightly hoarse, the kiss and the mere passion he felt stealing some of the strength he usually had, but he powered on. “Y/N… I know I was cruel to you the other night. I was pathetically jealous, angry that it wasn’t me. That I couldn’t make it easier on you to be with me. I can’t control what people outside of myself do, and I should have conducted myself better but you…. You make me feel again. It’s unnerving and I felt raw and naked and hurt because I was letting you in and it felt like perhaps that wouldn’t be enough. That I’d be a phase. But it was cruel of me to underestimate you and think poorly of your intentions because of my own insecurities. As good as I try to be… I am still a man.” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head. “A silly, jealous, needy man who wanted to rip the hands off of the guy in that photo for touching your shoulder. I wanted to storm down to the bar and toss you over my shoulder, take you home where you belong. When I realized I didn’t have a claim over you, it hurt. It made me feel bitter and irritated and then you showed up to my house, wearing a dress that you put on for another man… I went mad. But it wasn’t fair of me. I was feeling those same insecurities, and I didn’t let you speak. And for that, I’m sorry.” He returned to her chin, tilting it back up and pressing another lingering kiss to her lips before continuing.
“I want to be with you. I’ll take it all. I won’t let anyone be cruel to you, I will cherish you and this relationship, I’ll make you happy. I know we’ll have some growing pains and that it won’t necessarily be easy because of everyone else, but being with you? Being around you, feeling happy? It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Y/N hated herself for it, but she felt the burn behind her eyes. To hear someone talk so passionately, to put themselves in a position at home that could cause him personal issues because he liked her so much, he felt so intensely for her? It had shook her to the core. It felt like no one else had ever cared about her this much. She could feel it, feel his affection in the way he kissed her. “Me too.” She peeped. “It’s- It’s so easy for me to be myself around you. I know it was weird at first because of how we met but it fell into such a rhythm so quickly a-and I like myself around you, H. I do. I think that’s what we’re supposed to feel in relationships. Right?” She sniffled, cursing under her breath as a tear escaped. “Sorry. I just feel a lot right now and I’m really happy.” A watery laugh made him smile, thumbing the salty tear away from her cheek.
“Don’t apologize to me for feeling.” It was a gentle scold. As much as tears from her would break his heart, he wanted her reactions unfiltered. There was a greed he couldn’t control when it came to information about Y/N. “I want to hear and see everything you feel. You underestimate just how curious I’ve been about how this pretty little brain works.” His damp finger tapped the tip of her nose, making her giggle again. “It is how you’re supposed to feel, I think. At least, it’s how I feel with you, too. It’s the best, isn’t it?” His arms pulled her back to his chest, smiling to himself as he felt her rub her face into his neck and play with his hair, warm breaths brushing his collarbone as she nodded in response.
“It is.” Her words were soft against him, pressing a series of gentle kisses to the side of his throat and working her way up to his jaw. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Every day, it’s something new.” Her teeth grazed the hinge of his jaw, biting down delicately before pulling back to give him a grin. “I never want to stop learning with you.”
“I’ll make sure you never have to, sweetheart.” Lips brushed hers, stealing her breath. “We don’t have to tell everyone we’re together when we’re home, but… we can use this trip, see how good it feels. Work on it when we get back.” meaning they’d have to tell Lia. Something neither of them would look forward to, but it was going to be pushed back on this trip. “Just want to take this time to get to know you, to see bits of you that you’ve hidden away. Cruel little thing.” He clicked his tongue, letting his fingers brush her sides to make her squeal. She was a tiny bit ticklish there.
“I’ll let you know anything you want- but first lesson? Do not tickle me unless you want me to accidentally knee you in the balls.” She huffed. “I happen to quite like them, so don’t do that.”
“Noted, darling. Noted.”
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kitty-tea · 2 months
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Why do you hate me?
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Summary: After starting your job as a professor at Hogwarts, you don’t understand why Professor Snape is the one person who doesn’t seem to like you.
Warnings: age gap, angst, SFW, crying, slightly OOC Snape
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You were more than thrilled when you were accepted to fill in the position for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As Dumbledore introduced you to the school at the Welcoming Feast, your eyes went over to the Slytherin table where you recognized some of the students you went to school with who were younger than you. Your memory went back to your last year sitting at that table with them, and it was as if you’d blinked and they were already old enough to be taking their N.E.W.Ts the upcoming year. You gave a wave to them as they saw you which they returned with a thumbs up.
It seemed as if someone else didn’t give off the same welcoming energy that the rest of the staff and students were giving you. That person was none other than your former head of house, Severus Snape, who was sitting right next to you, rolling his eyes.
He had started teaching when you were in your first year, and it didn’t take long for you as an impressionable student to accept his strict ways of teaching. It wasn’t until your fourth year when you noticed you’d feel different around him than you did with any other teacher which made you realize you were developing a little crush on him that you waited for to go away throughout the rest of your time in school. It never did.
And now, there you were, sitting right next to him, with the same flame within you that caused you to blush.
After Dumbledore was finished making the rest of his announcements, you turned to Snape with a smile on your face.
“Hello Severus, you’ve been a teacher for a while now. Doesn’t it get exciting seeing all these new faces ready to have their minds filled with knowledge? I saw a good number of new additions to our wonderful house during the Sorting Ceremony!”
“It’s Professor Snape to you. And what makes you think I would enjoy having new students to teach?” Even though he turned to you with that same scowl on his face from all those years ago, there was something different about the way he looked at you that you couldn’t put your finger on.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly, a meek smile on your face. “I just thought that… well, you’re a teacher, so… or maybe you see it as having new victims to torture?” You didn’t know why you had rambled on like a fool as the butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter. Having a crush on someone you’re not supposed to can make you do strange things, sometimes without your control it seems.
“The students better hope their new teacher takes her job seriously enough and doesn't treat it as a joking matter.” Snape pointed his sharp features at you which were emphasized by his pale face making you shrink back into your seat.
The more time went on throughout the school year, the more apparent it became that your former teacher hated you no less if not more than he used to. Every wave you gave to him in the corridors was only returned with a scowl, every “hello” with a “go away.” You didn’t understand why he could be so rude to you when you’ve been nothing but kind to him. Hearing rumors that he favored the Slytherins over the other three houses, you thought that he would have treated you with less disdain, but even as a student and teacher, it seemed like he treated you as if he forgot that you shared the same house.
The more you thought about it, you noticed that he used to single you out from the other Slytherins in your school days. You remembered storming out of class in your seventh year one time after he yelled at you for being an “embarrassment” to your house. All you had done was defend a Gryffindor student from the taunts of your fellow housemates. He then had the audacity to complain that you were the one disrupting his class!
Since becoming a teacher, you had in a way used Snape’s mistreatment of you as a motivation to be kind to every student and work with them in a way that was suitable to their needs. You never wanted another student to feel the same way about you that you had towards Snape.
Within a month of school, you had gained a reputation as one of the nicest teachers at Hogwarts, a stark contrast to how everyone else viewed Snape. There were some nosey older students who had taken the liberty of spreading gossip around which included information of how you were once his pupil making the younger students wonder in disbelief of how you turned out nothing like him.
Then there was Snape himself, whom you’d sometimes catch looking in your direction, looking as if he was dazed out, a sight that amused you as someone who had only seen him wear one other expression on his face. It was only when the soft sound of your laughter would hit his ears that he’d snap out of whatever trance he was in, narrowing his black eyes at you silently accusing you of mocking him.
You didn’t understand what was so different about him, what changed since the last time he saw you before you started teaching.
This lead to you becoming more intrigued with him, striking up a conversation with him whenever you were together only to be shut down by his familiar dismissiveness.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend which meant that you were alone in the library with the exception of some studious first and second year students. You had taken advantage of the near emptiness of the library to gather however many books you could fit onto two hands before leaving for your quarters. Thinking about how excited you were to bundle up in your blankets with the books you considered reading to your students, you sprinted through the castle. Maybe you got a little too excited because the next thing you knew you were plumeling face first into a wall of black fabric before the books were knocked out of your hands.
“I should’ve known it was you. Running around like the invasive pest that you are.” You looked up to meet Snape’s eyes for daggers, his taller frame looming over you.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” Your eyes widened as you frantically fidgeted with the skirt of your dress.
“Even after I thought I’d seen the last of you, you return like a persistent weed that has evolved into a thorn in my side.” He used his snarky attitude to ignore your apology.
Something inside of you deflated at the sound of his words, puncturing the previous excitement that was bubbling inside you making you momentarily forget about the books you had to pick up.
“I just thought we could be friends now that we’re coworkers.” You said in a near whisper.
“It might have escaped you when you were that pathetic student, but you can’t force everyone to be your friend.” He was clenching his fists at his sides.
“Why don’t you at least try being nice for once then?!” Hot tears were starting to simmer inside your eyelids, threatening to pour out. You hated how no matter how hard you tried standing up for yourself, you’d cry every time.
“Still weak as ever.” Snape said, eyeing your tears that were now running down your red cheeks.
“I am sick of you always treating me and looking at me like… I’m pathetic and calling me that!” You started to choke on your sobs. “Everyone has been kind to me! I don’t understand why you can’t be too when I’ve always tried being friendly with you, but you’ve been nothing but mean to me!”
“Being a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin doesn’t help.” Snape said loud and clear.
“Being a pathetic excuse for a teacher doesn’t help!” You shouted as loud as the tears would spill out fast. “You act like you know everything and that everyone else is beneath you! Maybe that’s why all the students hate you!”
“Thank you. For bringing my attention to something that is absolutely not new and wasting my time.” Snape said sarcastically, huffing under the layers of black.
“Why do you hate me?” You finally asked the question, a wall of tears clouding your vision.
The next thing you felt was calloused fingers brushing along the soft skin of your wet cheek before a pair of lips landed onto yours.
You were in too much of a shock to dwell on the fact that the man you’ve had a crush on for years was kissing you. You planted your hands against his hard chest as you returned the kiss. You let out a breathy whimper as his tongue traced your bottom lip. Both of you closed your eyes, savoring the moment until it was time to break away unless you wanted to take your last breath in his arms, which you would’ve been happy to.
“Because it infuriates me that I’ve wanted to do that to you every time I’ve looked at you since that day you returned to Hogwarts. You have no idea what you have done to me with those innocent eyes I can’t stop thinking about.” Snape’s voice broke you out of your daydreams before he stormed off without giving you a chance to speak.
You wanted to call out after him as you stood alone, trembling in your dried up tears.
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lukesaprince · 6 months
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Kinktober #1 - Fixating
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Summary: Where Harry has an oral fixation and you're the cure
Warning: Oral (f receiving), edging, mentions of overstimulation, dirty talk
Word count: 1.6k+
Author's note: Welcome to the first post of Kinktober! I hope you enjoy these little fics 😚
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Harry had a fixation… An obsession… A carnal desire that erupted from his chest and rippled its way through his body until he couldn’t stand the thought of being anywhere other than between your legs. It was one that he had daily, even multiple times a day sometimes and he was just lucky that you were always there when he needed it. You always took it like a good girl, time and time again even when he overstimulated you or the complete opposite like today where he had you on edge after edge after edge, never allowing you to actually tip over.
You took it like a good girl. Like his pretty little angel. And boy did he love making his pretty little angel sing.
“Harry…” you mewled, your pitiful whimper filling the living room, just audible over the sound of the long-forgotten TV show still playing in the background. It was one of those nights where Harry couldn’t keep his hands to himself. They started innocently, rubbing your calves then thighs, giving a little massage that had you melting in his touch. 
Your body was sinking deeper into the couch, head lulled back as his large hands found knots you didn’t even know you had. The show you were watching had faded in the background already at that point. You were too relaxed and Harry was too focused on your hums of delight and the idea of progressing things further so he could make those hums turn into cries and yelps of pleasure. 
His mouth started to water and his vision turned a bit hazy, eyes focused on the way your shorts were tight and snug right against your pussy. It didn’t take a lot of effort to get you all riled up, especially with the way his hands kept inching higher and higher until his hands were sliding up the hem of your shorts. Harry was quick to mumble out a quick, “Can I baby? Just a little taste? Need a fix…” 
When Harry gave you those sex eyes and had his fingers so close to where you were growing needier for him, how could you refuse? Plus… the man wrote Watermelon Sugar for a reason, and that was because he was a god of diving between your thighs and feasting on you until you passed out from pleasure. You were convinced it was a kink of his or something because never in your life had you met a man so obsessed with eating pussy. 
“Being so good f’me, honey… taste so fucking sweet too. Like a dream” Harry mumbled, ignoring your plea. 
He wrapped his lips around your clit again, moaning at your taste like he hadn’t spent the last 15 minutes edging you and tasting you non-stop. You let out a cry and fisted his hair, arching your back off the couch as his firm suction around your clit had your legs slamming around his head. Your hands remained in his hair, tugging it tight enough for him to moan against you due to the sting your touch delivered. But you didn’t really care about his pain, not when you were sensitive and all wound up and hadn’t seen any release in the last four times he edged you.
It was pure torture and you were struggling. Your belly ached and the rest of your body was all twisted and tight, your clit pulsing, thumping between your legs and swollen due to Harry’s licking and sucking. He ran his teeth over it, scraping your most sensitive spot before he soothed it with his tongue. But it wasn’t really a soothe, because he slurped at it not a moment later. 
It was all in an attempt to prolong your suffering, to do the motions he knew you loved then switch it up with something that broke that increase in pleasure. It was confusing and painful and you could barely breathe anymore let alone think with how desperate you were to come. You’d take dozens of orgasms over this, of thinking you were finally reaching your release then have it taken away time and time again.
And Harry could go on for hours. Even when his mouth and jaw got sore or you were squishing his head between your legs and nearly killing him, he could keep going. In Harry’s perfect world, he could be between your thighs forever, just licking and tasting and being in absolute heaven. 
“Please Harry… it hurts so bad… please baby just need to come” you begged, gasping for air and groaning in protest when he grabbed your knees and pushed them apart so you weren’t squishing his head anymore. It gave you some control to be able to buck your hips and squeeze your thighs and now he had just taken it away so you were at his utter mercy. 
“Not yet… not yet, honey. Just need a bit more. Just gimme a bit more time” he shook his head, kissing your inner thighs briefly to give himself a breath of air. 
He pressed his thumb to your clitoral hood, eliciting a gasp as he pressed it upwards so he had the perfect view of your swollen clit. You were just so goddamn wet it was like a dream, all slick and dripping and fucking delicious. With every clench of your pussy around his fingers or in the beginnings of orgasms he didn’t let you finish, more cream would drip down your ass, perfect for where his tongue was waiting to lick it all up.
He loved it. Every damn thing about eating your pussy turned him on and gave him the sickest sort of satisfaction. It was more than when you had rougher sex, or when you let him paint you with his cum, even more than when he was able to come inside you and watch it all drip out and leak from you. Sex just wasn’t sex if he hadn’t tasted your pussy. Sometimes that’s all he needed to finish, a little help from his fist and your pussy coating his lips.
Absolute perfection. 
“Please… please baby, fuck-just please” you babbled, clutching onto the arm of the couch behind you then his hair, then the couch cushion below you. You weren’t sure where to hold onto, to be honest. No matter what you did it was just too much. Too much pressure in your belly, too much emptiness in your core because he decided to remove his fingers to prolong your torture and make it harder to cum. Just too fucking much.
But you loved it, you craved it like Harry craved you. You loved every painful stinging moment, every plea that made you want to sob for the love of your life to just let you have some relief. 
“Yeah? You want to? Wanna come in my mouth, is that it angel?” He teased, looking up at you with a smirk as he made a figure-eight against your clit with the very tip of his tongue. It was ticklish and teasing and had your legs fighting against his hands due to how jumpy it made you. 
“Yes… yes yes, please!”
That coil was building up in your stomach again, tight and alarming like a tsunami wave coming without warning. You couldn’t hold it, especially when he slid two fingers into you again and hooked them in just the right spot to have you seeing stars. He gave his permission, a low ‘give it to me’ that had your orgasm rippling through you in an instant.
You came with a cry, loud and pained while your whole heart, body and soul felt the immense pleasure from your orgasm. Toes curling, thighs shaking and your clit pulsing hard as Harry carried you through with gentle licks on your clit and around your entrance. He was getting as much of your release into his mouth as possible and only (reluctantly) stopped when you told him to do so. 
“Can I do it again?”
“What?” you gasped, your arm slung over your eyes in pure exhaustion. You forced yourself to move your hand away, still barely able to open your eyes as you looked down at him. He still looked insatiable, eyes dark and chin soaked in your arousal. 
“Please baby, let me have another. Know you can be a good girl f’me, can’t you?” He coaxed, leaning down to press a kiss to your slit. “You’re just so pretty angel and you’re so goddamn sweet, just can’t get enough of you” He pressed another kiss, this time higher and closer to your clit.
A shaky breath released from your lungs as you pushed his hair away from his eyes and nodded in agreement. You had barely recovered from your first orgasm but you just couldn’t help but want more. Harry was clear about his instability when it came to you, but you felt it just the same back. Having his mouth on you was heaven and sin all mixed in one and you’d take round after round until you died if you could.
“Don’t edge me this time, please” you requested through soft moans, your head already tilting back from the pure bliss of his tongue.
“Don’t worry honey, this time I want you to come. Want you to come in m’mouth again and again and again… can you do that f’me?” He cooed, looking up at you with mischief in his eyes. 
You nodded, gasping softly and tugging on his soft hair once again. This was going to be a long night that’s for sure…
“Good girl, angel. Now just sit pretty and take it like I know you can.”
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gurugirl · 1 month
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Ex-Boyfriend's Dad!Harry
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ex-boyfriend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship au
Series Warnings: explicit content, smut (including anal, rough blow jobs), age gap, angst, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, choking, slight degradation, use of small implements (collar and leash, anal plug)
Coming soon to Tumblr! All parts to be posted on Patreon first.
Based on these requests: Here Here Here Here Here (there are more in my #into the drafts tag but y'all get the hint - this was heavily requested 🖤)
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Part 1 (8.2k words) TEASER
After you break up with your boyfriend, his dad, Harry, stops by your apartment to drop off a few of your things. But that's not all he's there to bring you.
Part 2 (10.8k words) TEASER
Harry wants to show you what you've been missing if you'll let him. OR The filthy smutty one
Part 3 (8.3k) TEASER
You get to try things with Harry you never had the chance to before but the more you get to know him the more of him you want. And that's a problem.
Part 4 (10k) TEASER
You and Harry are both missing each other and despite Tyler's sudden interest in talking to you, Harry's determined to finish what you both started.
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smilesstyless · 1 year
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Presents for h
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Summary: you start crocheting and Harry comes home and finds yarn all over the house you surprises him with a cute blanket with hearts all over and he loves it tears up
Wordcount: 512
Pairing: older!harry x reader
Harry came home to a mess in his living room, it looked like a bomb exploded. He picks up yarn, and y/n slides over to him with her new socks. She grabs onto his bicep to stop herself from falling.
“Did you make them?” He looks at her feet. Sometimes she’s a kid, she loves to do silly things like sliding through the halls with her socks and she convinced Harry once, he never did it again after he fell onto his hips. He said he could break them because he is old.
“Yes, I’m bored and you say you were home earlier, you’re a liar,” she pouts. Harry pecks her lips.
“Sorry, but we must have a huge deal to close,” he kisses the top of her head. “Did you make me some? I always get cold feet in bed, I want those colorful socks,” y/n wiggles with her feet. He pushes his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, but we must have a huge deal to close,” he kisses the top of her head. “Did you make me some? I always get cold feet in bed, I want those colorful socks,” y/n wiggles with her feet. He pushes his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, but we must have a huge deal to close,” he kisses the top of her head. “Did you make me some? I always get cold feet in bed, I want those colorful socks,” y/n wiggles with her feet. He pushes his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, but we must have a huge deal to close,” he kisses the top of her head. “Did you make me some? I always get cold feet in bed, I want those colorful socks,” y/n wiggles with her feet. He pushes his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
“You’ll get them, it just takes a while to crochet socks. They are pretty hard to make, I’m sorry,” she kisses the tip of his nose.
“Take your time love,” he kisses the top of her head.
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Harry wasn’t in the mood to cook anything, so they decided to order pizza, she snuggles herself under the blanket, and her feet are all warm from the socks. Harry’s feet are old, she can feel it on her bare skin, she went upstairs to grab him a pair of warm socks. She hates it when she has cold feet and that’s why she started to crochet.
“Put them on,” she helps him to put the socks on. Harry might get sick. It wouldn’t be good for her plan.
He cuddles up to her, “tell me, why is yarn everywhere in the house?” He mumbles into her neck, Harry presses soft kisses onto her warm skin.
“It’s a secret,” she mutters. “You might get a tip tomorrow,” she added.
•••
Harry came earlier from work, y/n was fully focused on the blanket she was crocheting, she didn’t even notice the front door closed.
“Lovie, I’m home,” he kisses the top of her head. He looks over her shoulder and sees the blanket she tries to hide. “Is it for me?” He choked out, Harry isn’t used to getting presents, especially personal presents.
“Yes, I thought it would be nice to have your blanket when we’re watching tv on the couch,” Harry tears up. Y/n never saw him crying, she wraps her arms around his body and holds him tightly against her body.
“That’s so mean and thoughtful,” he sobs out. “Thank you, my love,” he pecks her lips.
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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maybe a concept of older!harry and yn celebrating harry’s first birthday as a couple and he’s a little anxious about getting older bc of the age gap
FIRST BLURB ABOUT OLDER!HARRY 💓 I KNOW THIS TOOK ME FOREVER I'M SORRY BUT IT'S LONG SO I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS CAUSE I HATE IT... also if you guys are being good with this (liking, feedbacking and REBLOGING!) i may give you a little surprise later! 👀
! | fluff, shitty angst, age-gap, insecurities, mention of diarrhea (yes), jealousy, nothing more i think.
HARRY'S MASTERLIST | OLDER!HARRY UNIVERSE
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Today is the first of February 2021, and Harry is thirty-two years old.
He doesn't really feel anything different about him, the pain in his body has been there before and the few grey hairs on his head are nothing new. But there is something, something he never had in his earlier years.
Rather, someone.
Y/N wakes him up with kisses, whispers a happy birthday and then gives him a rolex as a gift along with morning sex that leaves him a mess in bed, and he understands that there is no better gift than her love.
He takes the day off, calling the office to let Niall know that he's taking care of everything today, and stays all morning and afternoon with his love.
In the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the couch, they are together everywhere, and he couldn't wait to ask her to move in with him permanently.
He didn't spend much time at home, there were nights when he slept in his office because he wanted to finish filling out paperwork, or times when he flew to another part of the world to make a deal and came back to his empty, dark house, wishing he had another excuse to leave again.
Now, with her there, he counts the seconds to see her again, desperate to feel her touch, her scent and everything about her that makes him addicted.
He sees her, preparing breakfast in one of his shirts, so homely it makes his chest ache. He never thought he'd find the love of his life in a childhood friend, and at this point in his life.
"H, are you listening to me?" Her sweet voice brings him out of his haze, and he looks at her, now facing him as she sets two plates on the island and sits on a stool beside him.
He shakes his head, picking up his cup of black coffee and brushing it across his lips. "Sorry, love. What were you saying?"
Y/N shakes her head at the man's distraction. "Seven o'clock today, we have somewhere to go."
He drops his fork. "Baby– told you I just wanna be with you–"
"I know, I know! but try explaining that to Gemma and Anne." She strokes his back to comfort him. "Especially try to explain to them why you wanna spend the day alone with me."
Ah, right. They were a secret.
No one but the two of them knew about their relationship, fearing that their parents or others would think badly, or that the press would try to kill both Y/N's modelling career and Harry's company, or that Y/N would be harassed at university, or that– Anyway, there were many reasons why their seven-month relationship could be affected.
Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, tousling it even more. "As you wish, honey, we still have plenty of time." He looks at his watch, which reflects nine in the morning. "I was thinking of a shower after breakfast?"
His girl smiles with her mouth full, and nods. "You just read my mind!"
(...)
"What are the most common diseases among babies, children and adolescents?" Harry reads from the green card, and raises his head to look at her.
Y/N's thinking, her eyes narrowed and her lower lip between her teeth that he wishes he was the one biting it. "Oh, respiratory failure, diarrhea and aspiration of objects!"
He smiles proudly, ten cards and all had been answered correctly. He takes her hand, pulling her onto his lap where he sits her down and begins to press kisses to her neck, inhaling her perfume which he'a sure makes his pupils dilate.
She sighs, playing with one of his hands that isn't wrapped around her waist. "Sorry, it's your birthday and all we're doing is you helping me study."
He breaks away from her neck, placing a hand on the back of it to force her to join their gazes, and his heart breaks at the sight of her sad eyes. "Baby, there's nothing I enjoy more on m'birthday than being with you, even if it's talking about baby diarrhea."
Y/N laughs a little, but she avoids his gaze, playing with the fluff that's loose on her boyfriend's sweater. He puts both hands on her hips, squeezing the flesh and leaving a kiss on her cheek. "Listen to me, I'm so proud of yeh, m'girl's gonna be the best nurse, isn't she?"
Now she laughs in earnest, embarrassed and feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. "Shut up." She mutters, hiding in Harry's chest before he turns them around, pinning her against his chest and the couch.
"But it's true!" He replies, starting to dig his fingers into her ribs, just enough to make her twitch but not enough to be ticklish. "My girl's the smartest, most beautiful in the world."
He starts wiggling his fingers, and Y/N starts laughing and squirming underneath him. "No, H!" She whimpers. "Stop it!"
He stops after a few seconds, leaving kisses all over her face, neck, and every bare patch of skin he sees. "I love you." He whispers, reaching under her shirt to touch the skin of her stomach.
She smiles, stroking the hairs on the back of his neck. "So do I, love. Who'd have thought you'd still have your charms when you're so old?"
And the tickling strikes again, making her let out a small cry and trying to pull Harry's big body off of her. "Take that back!" He says, wiggling his fingers on her body.
"Never!"
The ringing of Y/N's phone interrupts their intimate moment, and she has to stretch her arm to the bedside table where the device lies, which lights up with Anne's name on the screen.
Harry doesn't even look at it, too busy making a mark on her clavicles but low enough not to arouse anyone's suspicions. He'd love to, though, fill her body with marks so that everyone knows who she belongs to.
"Back in a minute." Y/N says, running the heavy body of the man who groans as they part. "Don't be a baby, I'll be right back!"
She leaves the immature thirty-two year old man on the million dollar couch, walking to the downstairs bathroom where she closes the door so Harry won't hear. "Anne, hi!"
"Darling, hello!" the woman greets happily, proud of the friendship between her best friend's daughter and her son, though secretly wishing they were something more. "We're all set for tonight, just a couple more hours and you can come here, okay?"
Y/N smiles, sitting on the toilet with the lid on as she looks around. "Great! I'll see you guys later, say hi to Gemma and Aiden for me!"
"I will, my love. Bye!"
When she comes out of the bathroom, Harry's no longer on the sofa, but she can hear noises upstairs that give away his presence in his room, so she trots upstairs trying not to fall off (which happens quite a lot).
In the bedroom, he's inside the dresser, searching through the thousands of clothes for something suitable for tonight, though he has no idea where they'll go. "Baby?" He says, hearing her footsteps approaching where he is, a hanger in his hand dangling his "I'm gonna die lonely" t-shirt.
Her figure appears in the door frame. "Yeah?" She asks, leaning against the wood, and the simple postcard is enough to send tingles through his body.
"What should I wear tonight?" He asks, hanging up the hanger again to grab another, this one with one of his many flowered shirts.
She walks down the long dresser until she's in front of him, slipping an arm around his hip and pulling their bodies affectionately closer. He drapes an arm around her shoulders and hugs her too, leaving a kiss on her scalp as she hides her head on his chest.
"Not too formal, but not too casual either." She murmurs against the fabric of his shirt, inhaling his scent. "You're gonna look handsome either way."
Harry laughs, and they both look into each other's eyes, him wrinkling his nose to undo the tingle he feels everytime he looks at her, which makes him sentimental. Y/N kisses him, wrapping her lips around his lower one.
"Mhm, we should start getting ready…" He says against her lips, causing his voice to come out distinct and the vibrations make her giggle.
They part, and she starts walking backwards towards the exit, not seeing the stacked shoeboxes, but he does, so he walks quickly towards her. "Darling, careful!"
Y/N falls backwards onto the carpeted floor, letting out a sigh that reveals she's used to her clumsiness by now. "Whoops."
Harry helps her up, grabbing her elbows as he examines her body. "You're okay? You didn't hurt yourself, did ya?" He asks. "Y'clumsy little thing."
She holds back a smile, secretly loving his protectiveness over her, and nods. "Yeah, I'd better go get ready in the other room."
"Okay, I'll see you later." He winks at her and she disappears.
He looks at the empty space where she was standing a few seconds ago and then looks down at the boxes that are now lying there, shoes slipping out, and smiles, biting his lower lip as he clutches the garment he'd forgotten he still had in his hands.
Shit, how he loved her.
(...)
Finally, they're in the car.
After they're both ready and Harry saw Y/N in that little black dress, they're half an hour late, and she drives his Mercedes Benz to the restaurant they've rented for the night where all his family and close friends are waiting for them.
Harry has no idea, looking out the window, singing along to the songs playing on the radio, or admiring his girl driving with the wind in her face, and in the neckline of her dress.
He spots the place in the distance, and turns to look at her. "What did you do?"
She just looks at him sideways, parking. "Not just me, your mom and Gem, too."
The car's turned off and they're both silent for a few seconds, until Styles puts a hand on her knee and squeezes. "Baby love, you shouldn't have… I was content to have just you, very happy, in fact."
She laughs, placing a hand on his cheek and stroking his growing hairs with her thumb. "I know, but they miss you at home, and it was their idea too." Her voice rings out in the silent car. "Let's go for a while, and then we can go back to your place, 'kay?"
Our place. Harry resisted saying, but only nodded and they both got out of the car, their hands glued to their bodies as they couldn't reveal their relationship to anyone, least of all the people who passed by on the street and seemed to recognise who they were.
"Ready?" she asks, one hand on the doorknob, and he nods.
She opens the door and they are greeted with shouts from everyone in a big "Happy birthday!" that make Harry smile and blush.
His mother and sister are the first to greet him, followed by his father and friends. He can see how Y/N steps out of the scene, standing next to het parents, and he would love nothing more than to kiss her and thank her in front of everyone.
The party begins, and they sit at a large table, with music playing in the background so as not to disturb. There are four waiters, two women and two men, who go around asking people what they need. Y/N's sitting next to him, and in front of them are Niall, Louis and Zayn. It's nice, fun, and he puts a hand on his girl's thigh under the table, trying to express his gratitude.
The food is simple, and the plates are being served, but the drink is to everyone's taste so the waiters pass by noting everyone's decision, and Harry can see one of them approaching Y/N.
"And what can I get you, miss?" the waiter looks at her with pen and notepad in hand, and a smile on his face that Y/N imitates.
"A Sprite's fine." She replies.
Harry looks at the situation and smiles at how sweet she is, but he can hear the waiter say "right away!" and wink at her and then walk away, leaving him to wonder if the guy was flirting or just being nice.
"No alcohol, Y/N?" Niall asks, grabbing fries from a bowl.
"I don't... I don't drink." She replies quite low, and Styles takes her hand from under the table, squeezing it gently.
His girl may be the sweetest and funniest, but she's shy at first and finds it hard to open up to others, so he takes it upon himself to support her when necessary.
"Cheers to that, love!" Louis raises his Corona beer and the boys raise their drinks as well before drinking. Harry rolls his eyes laughing before drinking from his glass of red wine.
He has an arm around the back of Y/N's chair. It's a friendly gesture and goes unnoticed by the eyes of the rest, but every now and then he takes the audacity to stroke her bare shoulder, causing her to shiver.
The waiter returns, with a couple of drinks on the tray but Harry just stares at the tall glass of Sprite, and at the boy carrying it too, who only seems to be looking at her.
He has a buzz cut, black eyes and full lips. He's handsome, yes, but what bothers the CEO is that he doesn't look a day over twenty-five.
Perfect for Y/N.
"A Sprite for the lady." The young man sets the glass down in front of her, who gives him a red-lipped smile that's sure to make anyone shudder.
"Thank you." Y/N replies, but the waiter leaves two napkins beside her and disappears, once again winking at her.
She takes a sip of her drink, letting out a sigh from the fizz, and Harry takes a swig of the alcohol in his hands to drown out the anger beginning to form inside him.
Zayn clears his throat. "Um... We all saw that?"
All three nod, while Styles remains serious, fiddling with his rings, and Y/L/N frowns in confusion. "We all saw what?"
"That lad wants to jump your bones, petal!" Niall says, a little too loudly as Gemma's husband looks sideways at them, but keeps chatting to Harry's family.
Y/N laughs absurdly, glancing for a second at her boyfriend who isn't amused at all. "Guys, don't say that."
"Seriously. I bet on one of those napkins is his phone number or some shit like that." Louis adds.
She rolls her eyes and rests her glass on the table to pick up the napkins with both hands. One, is blank.
And the other has a phone number written on it in black ink, signed "Call me. Eric :)"
Harry closes his eyes and exhales through his nose, running his ringed hand through his hair that has stopped being perfectly combed. He can't remember the last time he felt this jealous, but what bothers him the most is that that boy could date Y/N.
That boy could hold her hand in front of her whole family, shit, in front of the whole world if he wanted to! Because he wouldn't be judged as a creep, and she wouldn't be judged as a gold digger.
"You should call him." He blurts out before he knows it, squeezing the base of the cup, and she turns to look at him, her eyes full of questions.
"I won't." She replies, her gaze fixed on his greenish one, telling him more than those words.
The night goes on, and so do the boy's flirtations, Harry blows out the candle, and wishes he could smash the frozen cake into the waiter's nose, but he can't. He can't even hug Y/N for long when everyone congratulates him, because they'll get suspicious.
The day ends and they are the last to leave, getting in the car. This time it's Harry who's driving, but he just stares ahead, not even starting the car, just clutching the steering wheel in his hands.
The young woman finishes buckling her seatbelt when she sees him. "H, are you okay? You've been acting weird all night."
"How can I not be weird all night if that guy didn't stop looking for your attention for hours?" He asks, dry and sees her stiffen out of the corner of his eye.
"And that's my fault?"
He turns to look at her, jaw clenched. "You don't understand– he could give you what I can't."
Y/N laughs unfunnily, crossing her arms and leaning against the car door, now facing Harry fully. "And what would that be?"
"He can walk around with you in public without people giving you two dirty looks, Y/N. He can go to your parents' house without them thinking you're too young for him. He–
"Oh, so that's what this is about?" She interrupts him. "He isn't you, Harry, I don't care about all that stuff, I only care about you!"
He looks down, shaking his head. "This is all so complicated..."
"You would've thought about it before you told me you loved me, you would've saved us months." She replies, looking straight ahead again, but with her arms still crossed.
He realises he screwed up, and lifts his head to look at her profile. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that... it's just that...– baby, I wanna tell the world that I love you, I'm tired of this shit." He mumbles, his voice about to crack.
Y/N sighs, looking into his eyes. "Then why don't you?"
"What about everything they're gonna say about you in college, in the industry?" He asks, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And what about me, what are they gonna say in the companies?"
She takes him by the hands, approaching him over the gearshift. "Let them talk, it doesn't matter. You love me, don't you?"
"Without a doubt." He answers immediately, making her smile.
"Then that's all that matters."
They both kiss, with the streetlight illuminating their faces and the sounds of passing cars setting the scene. They bring their foreheads together, and Harry smiles happily, showing off his dimples.
"Move in with me." He whispers, but she picks up on it perfectly, and breaks away to stare at him dumbfounded.
"What?" Her hesitant voice answers him. "You sure?"
He nods, laughing at her nervousness. "Yeah, please, there's nothing I want more than to come home to yeh."
Y/N looks up at him with sparkling eyes, nodding effusively, and Harry grabs her waist to pull her up onto his lap. It's awkward, and she's bumping her head on the roof of the car, but they just focus on each other.
They both murmur an I love you to each other before sealing their new phase with another kiss, and Harry can hear his watch beeping to reveal that it's already 12 AM on February 2nd, indicating that his birthday's over.
And as he kisses the one he's sure is the love of his life, he realises that this has been the best of all his previous thirty one years.
And it's all because of her.
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oxydiane · 2 years
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so is anybody going to write the “harry starts dating cedric and when the latter meets sirius he gets the ‘i may not actually have committed the murders i was imprisoned for but do not be deluded for one second that i don’t know thirty-seven different ways to kill a man. i am harry’s godfather hello. he is my entire world’ talk” fanfic or am i just going to have to make it myself
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@jegulus-microfic december 4 - glimpse - 1044 words - cw: mentions of sex and weed
another feat. of jegulus granddads because they set up camp in my brain<3 emjoy
James talks in his sleep.
Regulus feels very, very bad.
They’re currently crowded in front of the living room door with their grandkids because—
Because they’re a bunch of useless, horrible adults that have gotten way too tipsy on mulled wine last evening over charades. Regulus was riding high on his win over Harry in Monopoly and so he might have had one or two or three sips too many. Or cups.
And so when they’d all bid their Goodnights and gotten ready for bed, pleasantly tipsy and airy-minded—distracted what with James nosing at the dark curls behind Regulus’ ear as he was brushing his teeth and then the press of him, a hard line against the seam between Regulus thigh and bum, when he’d bent Regulus over to spit out the toothpaste into the sink—well, there’s no pleasant way to say that they forgot to put the bloody presents under the tree.
And Regulus often doesn’t wake up anymore after all the years of sharing a bed with his husband but he remembers having woken up to James babbling about ‘The gifts, honey- wait, the gifts’ and Regulus in his barely state of consciousness had simply told him to shut it, pulled James head into the crook of his neck and forced him to fall asleep again, goddamnit.
The looks on their three, round, big eyed, little faces had just about nearly broken Regulus’ heart and that was before he’d seen Harry blanch and turn white as a sheet.
Luckily Regulus has married someone who’s good at improvising and so James had casually draped against the doorframe and told them that, “Ah, don’t worry, loves– It’s a leap year! Santa always starts a little later to deliver the presents during those years!”
Which leaves them hiding out in the hallway right now while Harry quietly brings in the presents through the kitchen. 
“Just a glimpse, Pops!” Louis whispers loudly, leaning his little body with all of his 5 year old body strength against where James has a single broad palm over his small chest.
“Nah-uh, Louibear,” James whispers back from where he’s squatting behind him. 
Regulus knows his knees will pop something horrible when he stands up but the sight of his husband’s thick thighs filling out the pleated pyjama bottoms is making Regulus selfishly keep his smart mouth shut.
“But Grandpo-ops!” Louis whines.
Chelsea shushes him immediately and rather aggressively. She’s between Regulus’ knees, bouncing up on the balls of her feet every now and then, her pigtails tickling Regulus’ nose.
Teagan is draped over James’ wide back and continuously throwing Regulus conspiratorial looks and mischievous little smiles. She’s 8 now, the Santa bubble has already been burst for her.
Regulus winks back at her every time.
“We have to wait until Santa is done putting all his presents under the tree, bug.” James drives placating fingers through their grandson’s wild hair before he goes on in a gentle murmur, “If we go and disturb him now he’ll bolt out through the chimney, up on his reindeer sled and whisk away with half of the presents that were meant for our family, you see.”
Louis gasps horrified.
James bites down on the smile trying to break to the surface. It’s unfair how handsome he looks in the dim light with his hair sleep mussed and his trimmed beard sprinkled white like the snowflakes making their way onto the ground outside.
Regulus forces his eyes away when Chelsea makes a little pained, squirming noise. Like she’s barely suppressing ripping herself from Regulus’ loose embrace and dashing through the door back into the living room.
There’s a clatter of wood and then a badly imitated Hohoho from what Regulus recognises to be Harry.
Louis and Chelsea look at each other with wide eyes and then back at James and Regulus respectively, vibrating with anticipation yet waiting politely for permission.
His husband throws Regulus a warm grin, a hint of teeth and a glint in his chocolate brown eyes that makes his heart stumble a little in his chest.
Regulus rolls his eyes and gives him a single nod. He kisses the side of Chelsea’s head and tells her to go on.
She barrels through the door with a squeal followed closely by a skittering Louis where he’s hasting over the smooth linoleum after his sister in his too big, woollen socks. Teagan throws Regulus another excited grin and then rushes after her younger siblings as well.
When Regulus pulls out of his seat there’s only a faint sting in his lower back while as James follows the motion his husband instantly buckles under his renewed weight, joints predictably cracking several loud pops. 
Regulus snaps out his arm for James to steady himself as this one grunts and pants under the pain and slowly lifts himself into an upright position.
Regulus snorts. “Getting old, Potter? Shouldn’t have been so enthusiastic with bending me over that bloody sofa ledge last night, huh…”
James growls playfully as he yanks Regulus closer by his arm though he catches his husband wince at the sudden motion of that half step.
He squeezes Regulus hip bone, right over the teeth mark he put there a few hours ago and then it’s Regulus’ turn to suck the air in through his teeth.
“Worth it,” James rasps low into his ear before kissing a fluttering path up Regulus’ jaw until he finally reaches his mouth, tilting his chin back with two fingers.
Regulus sighs happily into James’ mouth, shivers at the familiar sensation of beard rasping against his own stubbly skin.
They’re ripped out of the moment by Chelsea’s voice droning around the corner, “Gramps, look! Santa brought you dried cat grass for Mochi!”
“Cat grass?” comes Harry’s confused voice from the living room.
Regulus scrunches his nose at James, sharing the cluelessness. James shrugs.
Crinkling sounds, then Teagan’s voice, “It smells weird.”
“Fu– That is not cat grass, Chelsea!” Harry responds panicky, “Honey, please put that down right now. I’m not joking, sweetheart. No, gimme– unhg.”
Regulus raises his eyebrows at James but his husband simply tugs his lips in and hurries into the living room, presumably to help his son purloin the weed from his six year old little grandchild.
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It took some time but she ended up getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to do her skincare and brush her hair. Once she was done with that she made her bed and organized her room a little bit. She sat on her bed for a while, simply contemplating life. She groaned and got up to grab clothes to change into. She decided on going all black for the day. Black jeans and a black long sleeve top that ended a bit before her belly button. She did her make up and straightened her hair out. The last step was to grab her jewelry and put on her black converse.
She put on a necklace and her belly ring. She usually never wore it but thought it would look cute with her outfit. As she was about to close her jewelry box she saw her ring. The ring Harry had given her just a week ago. She grabbed it and brought it up closer to her eyes so she could inspect it carefully. She should have given it to Harry last night when he was here, it would have made their decision more official. Now she would have to go and return it to him. She could go to his office or...
"Good morning." Emma says as soon as the call connected. Lola had decided to call her and check at what time Harry left for work.
"Good morning, I was just wondering at what time Harry left for work? I wanted to pay him a visit."
"That's so nice of you, darling. Harry usually leaves for work at 9 but since it's Sunday he tends to leave a bit after 11."
"Okay, thank you."
"Of course, call me once you are back and tell me everything."
"I will, bye Emma."
"Bye, darling."
She looked at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing her phone (plus the ring) and heading downstairs.
"Good morning." Her mom told her.
"Morning, I'm going to visit Harry. I need to arrange some things for the wedding with him." It wasn't technically a lie so she didn't feel too bad.
"Okay, take care." Her mom kissed her cheek before walking back into the kitchen.
"I will, bye mum." She walked outside and looked around for her driver. Michael was her and James's driver, he would take them everywhere they needed to. He had been contracted by Harry so that she would never be out on her own.
"Michael, good morning."
"Good morning, Mrs Lola. Heading out already?" He gave her a polite smile.
"Yes, I'm going to Mr Styles house."
"Some wedding planning I presume." He opened the door of the car for her.
"You are right. Thank you."
"Of course." He closed the door and walked around the car and into the drivers seat.
They made some small talk throughout the ride, mostly Michael asking about the upcoming wedding. Lola tried to be as polite as she could even though the topic was starting to upset her.
She had never been to Harry's house, only his parents house. So it came as quite a shock to see his house. If she thought her parents where extra then Harry was at a whole other level. She was expecting a more modern house but this was more manor style. It looked old but in a beautiful refined way, there where lots of columns and she was sure she could see a pond somewhere in the distance. There was also a large fountain at the front of the house.
A couple of men with guns checked the car before they where let through. It was a bit scary but she was glad that they took Harry's safety to such great lengths. Michael stopped the car right in front of the main door. He got out of the car and opened the door for Lola. Lola thanked him and she walked up the stairs to the large door. She knocked softly a couple times and waited for someone to open. Just as she was about to knock again the door opened. It was an older lady, she had a uniform on so she was most likely a maid.
"Hello, good morning." Lola said with a smile.
"Good morning, how can I help you?"
"I'm here to see Mr Styles."
"Oh, I wasn't informed someone was going to visit him."
"Yeah, this is more of a surprise. I'm Lola, his fiancé." She felt weird actually using the tittle.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Come in, please. I will go get Mr Styles for you."
"Its okay and thank you." The maid lead her to what she is guessing is the main living room. The ceilings where incredibly tall and there where lots of windows all over. The light was entering perfectly ad hitting the two large couches that had a ton of pillows on them. Whoever decorated his house really did a good job. She looks around a bit more but is interrupted by the clearing of someone's throat. She turns around and finds Harry standing there. He had a small hair-clip holding the top of his hair and the sides where a bit messy and puffy. He was wearing a light blue shirt, grey sweatpants, and dark blue slippers.
"Hey, good morning. I'm sorry if I woke you up."
"It's okay, good morning to you too." He takes a seat next to Lola and rests his head where a ray of sun would be hitting his face perfectly. He closes his eyes and leans his head on the couch. Lola watched him for a couple seconds, admiring every detail of his face. She had never been a big fan of facial hair but he was definitely able to pull it off. She wondered how he would look with a full mustache.
"I just wanted to give you back the ring." She told him and took off the ring from her finger. She grabbed his hand and flipped it over so she could place the ring on his palm.
"No, it's yours. I bought it for you and only you so the only right thing would be for you to keep it." He shook his head and moved his hand away. His eyes where still a bit closed due to being half asleep.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." He pauses for a second. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"No." She responded, Harry stood up and grabbed her by the hand so she would stand up too.
"Stay for breakfast." He took her around a hallway and into what is by far the most stunning kitchen she has ever been in.
"You're house is insane." She told him with her mouth wide opened.
"Is that good or bad?"
"It's really good. I don't think I've ever seen a kitchen this beautiful." The countertops where marble and all the cabinets, walls, and ceilings had beautiful mould designs. Everything looked organized and put in place.
"Thank you. I'm the only that uses this kitchen, the main kitchen is in the other end of the house."
"Main kitchen?"
"For dinners and prepping big meals. My staff works over there meanwhile this one is for me to do more everyday stuff. For example, making myself some breakfast."
"Never really saw you as the kind to make their own food." Lola admitted shyly.
"Oh I am. I love cooking, it's very therapeutic for me. Only place I feel fully in control."
"You're the leader of a mafia, how do you not feel in control?"
"I can't control the outcome of most things. Not everything goes according to plan all the time." Harry explained. "Do you like waffles?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Good answer." Harry said making Lola giggle.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Nope, just sit down right here." He pulls out a chair that was tucked underneath the island and motioned for her to sit on it.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm making my special secret recipe and I can't have you steal it."
"Oh you caught me, the whole reason I'm here is to steal your waffle recipe." Lola teases.
"Hey, you never know. Better be careful then regretful."
"Whatever." Lola laughs.
Lola watched him make the mix from scratch as they talked about random stuff that kept coming up. Once the mix was done he started to pour it into the waffle maker. Meanwhile they where cooking he cut up some strawberries and made two Oreo milkshakes for them. He had randomly asked Lola if she liked Oreos early on in the conversation but it now made since why.
"Thank you, Harry." She said to him as he placed her plate and milkshake in front of her.
"You're welcome, darling." He takes a seat next to her and begins eating. They keep talking every once in a while, Harry was mainly asking the questions and Lola was answering them. Harry had become quite interested in hearing about Lola's life. He wanted to at least make sure she got a good childhood after all. Lola talked about going to the Zoo, birthdays, when James was born, and Christmas's. She made every little memory she had sound so magical.
Once they where done eating they washed the dishes together.
"I guess I should go now." Lola told him as she dried her hands in a kitchen towel.
"I can show you around if you'd like. I have another hour before I have to leave for work."
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."
"You're not, I promise. Come on, let me show you the rest of downstairs first." Harry grabbed her hand and began to show her all over the house. He showed her the dinning room, a game room, the two bathrooms, the family room, the library, and lastly it was his office.
"You're one of the few people that's ever been in here." He said as he gave her a tour of his office. Like all the other rooms it had a bunch of windows all over. It also had a couch area and couple chairs in front of his desk.
"What a privilege."
"It is."
"Did you decorate your house on your own?" She had been wanting to ask him this since she first got there.
"I hired an interior designer so I can't take all the credit but I did choose a lot of the pieces."
"Everything looks wonderful."
"And you haven't seen my favorite part of the house yet."
"What is your favorite part?"
"The backyard, of course." He grabbed her hand once again and walked outside with her. He doesn't even know why he keeps doing it, he did it once and can't seem to stop now.
"It's one of the main reasons I bought this house. There's a pond but my favorite part is the greenery."
"How can you keep so many plants alive."
"Some water and really good gardeners." Harry told her and Lola chuckled.
"You have tulips!" Lola let go of his hand and ran towards the multiple colored tulips.
"I do, they're one of my favorites. Them plus my lilies."
"They're one of my favorites too. I keep learning new things about you that I never saw coming."
"Didn't see me as a flower guy?"
"You seemed a bit too scary to be one."
"I can't share all of my interest's, my life here is different then my life in my office or at parties. People need to respect me and even fear me a little if possible."
"People fear you more than just a little." Lola said as she got on her knees so she could smell the multiple flowers in his garden.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked as he kneeled down next to her.
"I was at my birthday party but not anymore, you're a lot different then I thought you where."
"I'm sorry about that, I was drunk and wasn't thinking straight."
"It's okay, I wasn't thinking straight either." She looks over at him to find him already staring. She smiled at him before getting up from her kneeling position.
"Come on, I'll show you to the pond. I have ducks, a couple turtles, some fish, I always get a couple frogs during the summer too. It's already June so there should be a couple."
"How do you keep them alive?"
"I have people come and feed them. Take care of the pond and the animals. All of my ducks are rescued so they can't fly. It's kind of sad but it makes me feel happy that they are at least safe now. There's no predators or people to hurt them here now."
"That's nice of you, that you gave them a second chance." Lola said to him.
"Thank you, I wish I could do more. I payed therapy for a couple of them so they could fly again but they told me it was too late. They lost that ability completely."
"That's sad but like you said they are safe now. They have a good home, you've done everything you could have done."
It was a bit of a walk to get to the pond but it was utterly beautiful. Lola loved his house more and more every second. Harry took her towards a little bench that was at the front of the pond.
"It's beautiful."
"It is, not as beautiful as you though." Harry intertwined their hands again, he had been missing the warmth of her hand for a while now.
"So smooth, Styles." Lola teased.
"I am but I wasn't trying to be right now. You truly are beautiful, Lo."
"Thank you, you are very handsome yourself." She turned to her side so she could face him. Harry followed her action and turned to face her too.
He looked at her eyes then her nose and lips. She has the most beautiful features he had ever seen. Before they know it they where both leaning in. His nose brushed against hers softly and their lips graced against each other. He was planning on taking things slow but before he knew he it his lips where moving over hers hungrily. She was a bit stiff at first but she let herself go after a few seconds of kissing. He lifted his hand to her cheek and began to rub it with his thumb. Her skin felt soft and warm. And her mouth tasted like the strawberries and Oreos from breakfast. He most likely tasted the same way.
He bites on her lip softly, just enough to get her to open her mouth. Lola moaned quietly which only causes Harry to do the same. Hearing her whine made something bubble in his stomach. He wanted to kiss her for hours but he begin to feel Lola gasp for air so he pulled away. He stayed still until he felt Lola's nose begin to rub on his check. She wanted more, more of what? She wasn't sure, but there was something in her that wanted more.
"Harry." She says and Harry looks at her in the eyes.
"I'm here, baby. What do you need?" He kisses her cheek and even bites at it a little.
"I don't know, just need something." She was really confused as to what was going on. Just last night they had agreed on breaking off the engagement. And now they where here, kissing and being really touchy.
"Fuck, come on." He stood up and begin walking with her back to the house. Holding onto her arm at first but then switching to her waist so he could feel her closer. That's what he needed, to feel her closer than ever before. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, feel and kiss every single inch of her body. That's all he wanted, to feel his Lo naked and whiny under him.
"Where are we going?"
"My room, s'that okay?"
"Yes." She felt breathless and floaty. She wasn't entirely sure why though.
Harry rushed them up to his room and locked the door behind him as soon as they where in his room. Lola was once again amazed by the decor, this room was a mix of cream and dark blue colors. There was a lot of light coming in from the windows even though they where covered with white sheer curtains. He pulled her towards his king sized bed and sat her down in his dark blue comforter. She thought he was going to take a seat next to her too but he doesn't. Instead he drops to his knees in front of her.
He lifts up her right foot and takes of her converse. Doing it slowly in a teasing manner. Once both of her shoes where off he took off her baby pink socks. He threw them both to the side and stood up. He took off his slippers and socks before taking off his shirt. He watched Lola become in awe as he lifted the material up slowly, showing more of his skin inch by inch. She was amazed by his form but also his tattoos. She had never noticed before how many tattoos he had.
"Fancy what you see, baby?" He asked her.
"Maybe." She replies. Harry placed both of his hands on each side of her legs, locking her in place no matter what. He leaned forward and kissed her, he saw her hands rising. She wanted to touch his chest but he wasn't letting that happen yet.
"Not yet." He said and pulled away from her taking a seat next to her. He saw her pout but he wasn't gonna let her touch him before he touched her.
"What are we gonna do?" She asked a bit nervously.
"Anything you want." He rubbed her thigh and spread her legs in the process. "I can eat you out if you don't want to go all the way yet."
"I've never done anything." She confessed and Harry felt his cock twitch. Could she get any more perfect?
"Oh, so you're a virgin?" He asked just to make sure.
"Yes."
"That's okay, have you ever touched yourself?" He asks and moves his hand up to the hem of her pants. Her pants where a bit big on her so it was quite easy to slip his fingers in between the pants and her tummy.
"No, I tried to once but I was too scared to actually do it." She replied.
"I can teach you, but I will have to take these off." He pulls at her hem.
"Okay." She says with a nod.
"I'm gonna take good care of you, make you feel so good." He says in between kisses, he unbottons her pants in the process too. Harry pulls away and stands up in front of her.
"Lift up your hips." He instructs Lola and she follows. She doesn't think she has ever been so obedient before. Harry slides down her pants slowly, once he gets to her panties he almost looses it. She was wearing baby blue underwear with a little white bow and white lace all around the edges.
"Blue is your favorite color." She states catching Harry off guard.
"Wore this for me then?" He asked and Lola nodded. "Is it a set?" Once again Lola nodded, she grabbed at the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Leaving Harry with the view of her and her matching set. Harry felt his balls get even heavier if it was possible.
"Like it?"
"I love it." He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her towards the center of the bed, laying her down in the process.
"Gonna make you mine baby, all mine." He got on top of her and began to kiss her softly. From the position he was at he had full view of her breasts. They looked heavy and so full. Her nipples were poking through the material and rubbing against his chest as they kissed. He sneaks his hands underneath the material and begins to rub over her nipples.
"Harry!" She moaned repitedly into the kiss.
"Such pretty tits." He lifts up her bralette and attaches his mouth to her right nipple while continuing to rub her left one. Her hands go to the back of his head and she pulls on his hair. She wants his mouth but not at the same time, the feeling was overwhelming her too much.
"Fuck, Harry."
"Such a dirty mouth." He bites and pulls on her nipple before moving to her other one.
"Harryyyy!"
"I know baby, have such nice girls. Prettiest ever." He keeps on licking an biting until he sees that Lola's had enough. He looks up at her, her cheeks where red, her pupils where exploded, and there was sweat covering her forehead.
"Please, Harry."
"Please, what? Gotta be a good girl and ask for what you want." She shakes her head and pulls at his hair once again. "Say it or you won't get anything."
"Want to feel good.”
"It's okay, you can say it." He looks her in the eyes and pushes her hair back and out of her face.
"Want your cock." She said quietly.
"Can't hear you, wanna say it louder for me?"
"Want your cock." She said again, this time louder.
"Good girl, daddy's gonna make you feel good." It slips out of his mouth without any warning. He's about to retract himself when she speaks up.
"Daddy." She says before leaning up to kiss him. He reciprocated and lays her back down on the bed, holding both of her hands up with one of his. With his other hand he pushes his sweatpants and boxers out of the way. The relieve his cock felt as it was set free was something extraordinary. He then began to rub over her clothed cunt.
"So wet." He says as he feels the wet patch in her underwear.
"Please, daddy." Harry groans and manages to rip apart her underwear with one hand. He finds her clit and rolls it in between two of his fingers. Lola's hips move, trying to run away from the overstimulating feeling.
"Shh, it's okay. Don't move away, princess." He says trying to get her to stay still, it doesn't work so he has to use his legs to trap her in place. He continues to kiss her as he makes her as wet as he possibly can. He wanted his cock to be the first thing to enter her, wanted his cock to be the one to take her virginity away. He stops kissing her so he can focus on making her more wet for him. She was already dripping all over his comforter but he wanted more from her. He needed to make it the least painful he possibly could.
"Daddy." She whined as Harry began to rub the tip of his cock all over her arousal.
"How are you going to able to fit that in me?" She asked him quite concerned. She had never had anything inside of her pussy and there was simply no way his 8 inch would be able to fit inside her easily.
"It will fit, don't worry about it. I'll make sure it does." He kisses her in the lips one last time before beginning to push himself in. Lola gasps as his thick tip enters her
sharply.
"Daddy! Hurts." She whines and tears gather on her waterline.
"I know baby, it's okay. You trust me, right? Daddy just wants the best for you, princess." He coos at her and holds her hand as he moves in little by little. She was so tight it was already becoming incredibly hard for him not to burst right there. After a couple minutes he found himself completely inside of her. She was so tight it was insane, Harry had never felt anyone this tight. Harry kissed away the tears that had been falling from her eyes. It wasn't hurting Lola anymore it was just that everything felt so overwhelming. Her clit was pulsating and her pussy felt stuffed by Harry's cock.
"You can move." Lola told Harry as she felt more calm about the whole situation.
"Okay, tell me to stop at any given time if it starts to hurt again."
"I will, just go slow."
"I will." Harry assures.
Harry pulls out to his tip and goes back in slowly. He is careful to start at a slow pace not wanting to right away go too fast. Lola feels a bit of strain at first but once he builds up more of a pace she begins to feel the bubbling in her tummy once again.
"Harry." She moans as Harry begins to fuck into her.
"Not Harry, baby."
"Daddy, daddy, daddy." She moaned as Harry begin to go even faster. Her boobs now bouncing up and down at the speed.
"Yes, baby. Such a good girl, taking me so well." He praises her.
He builds up an even higher speed and Lola begins to feel an unusual overwhelming feeling all over her cunt to her tummy. She wasn't sure what it was though. Harry did however now, he could feel the way she was clenching around him. She was about to come for the first time and he was there to feel it all. He found it so erotic that this was her first time with anyone.
"Let go for me, baby. Wanna feel you." He whispered into her ear in a raspy voice. Lola did what he said and let her stomach relax. At that moment she felt something leak out of her in a rush. Harry was a bit taken a back by her warmth, he had felt it before but it all felt even better with his Lo. He continued to fuck into her as she came, keeping the same pace he had before. He wanted to make her come at least once more before he let himself come. It was becoming a bit hard to now, he could feel her cum dripping all over his balls and thighs. It was all a bit messy but he likes that.
"Feels so good." Lola manages to say, her breath had been knocked out as pleasure erupted all over her body.
"I know baby, think you can give me one more?"
"Yeah." She manages to say before the air in her lungs is knocked out again as Harry speeds up his pace incredibly. His hips fucking into her like his life depended on it.
"That's my girl, does everything I ask for." He begins to rub at her clit which only sends Lola down a bigger spiral than before.
"Daddy! Please!" She screams.
"Come with me baby." He says into her ear. His cock couldn't hold it in anymore, it felt like his balls would fall off if he didn't cum. He feels her come around him one more time but just as he is about to come he pulls out and cums all over tummy. He continues to rub her clit with one hand and works the rest of his come out of him with the other. Once he is done he collapses next to her. They stay quite for a couple minutes, taking their time to recollect themselves and catch their breaths. Harry stands up and heads to his bathroom to grab a towel to clean her up. He runs it through warm water so it won't startle her too much.
"I'm gonna clean you up." He walks over to her and opens up her legs. She whines at the feeling of her sore legs and he apologizes. He then moves it up to clean her stomach.
"Might have to take your belly ring out and clean it. I should have kept my aim away from it."
"It's okay, I clean them everyday to prevent an infection."
"That's smart, I'm glad you take care of yourself."
"Yeah, can you help me get some clothes on?" She was a bit embarrassed to ask but she was getting a little cold.
"Yeah, I'll go grab you one of my hoodies." He takes the rag and throws it in his bath to clean later. He washes his hands, cleans himself up and walks into his closet to get into some clothes too since he was still naked. He put on a pair of boxers and a black hoodie. He grabbed Lola one of his personal favorite hoodies, it was gray and had the words DAMN on it. He though it kind off fitting to Lola. He also grabbed an unused pair of boxers that she could use since he ripped her underwear.
"Lift up your arms." She does and he helps put the hoodie on her. It looks huge on her but that only made her look more adorable.
"I would recommend you pee before you put these on." He hands her the boxers.
Lola tries to stand up but fails miserably and ends up falling back on the bed.
"Need some assistance?"
"Does it look like it?" Harry chuckles and helps her up. He guides her over to the bathroom and sits her down on the toilet before walking out of the room.
"Call for me once you're done."
"Okay, thank you." She does her business and cleans herself up thoroughly. It takes a little while for her to get up but she manages on her own. She washes her hands and puts on the boxers. They where big on her but they worked. She noticed that her make up was about smudged but there was really nothing she could do to fix it so she just left if alone.
"We are limping now, that's better." Harry says with a chuckle as he watches her walk out from the bathroom and back to the bed. He had taken the time to take off the comforter and put on a new one. This one was just a darker shade of the one before.
"Shut up." She said and dropped on the bed next to him. Harry got on his side so he could look at her.
"So mean, thought you where a good girl." Harry teased.
"Only when you are nice to me." She stayed looking up at ceiling, admiring the carving and details all over it.
"I have been nice." He shuffles closer to her and rests his hand on her tummy.
"At what time are you leaving for work?" She asked taking Harry out of the bliss he had been in for the past almost 3 hours. He sighs and lays on his back.
"I should be going soon, I'm already kind of late." He said and like Lola he kept his eyes on the ceiling.
"Oh, I guess I'll leave then." She sat up but was put back down by Harry.
"I wasn't telling you to leave." He chuckled and pulled her close to him. "I will have to leave though but you are welcome to hang out here for as long as you want."
"It's okay, work matters to you. I get it." She goes to stand up again but is also stopped again by Harry.
"Just lay down for a sec." She lays back down and gets closer to Harry. Laying her head on his arm and wrapping her arm around his back. Harry smiles at her and pulls her in closer. He kisses her head and rest his chin on top of her head.
"I think we should move forward with the engagement." He says taking Lola by surprise. Today had been whiplash after whiplash for her.
"You sure?"
"I am, I realized last night that I need you in my life. Even when we didn't even know each other you brought me comfort. Knowing you where mine made me feel like everything would be okay. It still does and I want to feel like that for the rest of my life. I'm willing to move on with this relationship if you are."
"I think I want to too. I realized that I like you a lot too last night, I think we are going to be able to work this out."
"I'll try with everything in me to make this work, I promise you that."
And if there is one thing about Harry is that he never breaks his promises.
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Thank you so much for all your the likes on the first part, it truly means a lot. I will try to update again during the week but I will for sure get out two new parts next weekend.
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