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🥺 so good

I wanna see gang yn tell Harry she’s pregnant- or see little moments between them while she’s pregnant, like finding out they’re having twins. 🥺

okay but I imagine this.

tw: violence, blood, weapons, smut

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There is currently three dead men in their warehouse.

Harry has another one tied to a creaky old wooden chair, interrogating him with a sharp knife on his cheek, “Where the fuck is Richie? I know you killed one of my men.”

The man spits at Harry, leaning away from the blade, “Fuck you. I’m not talkin’.”

YN is watching casually from where she’s sitting on a countertop, a iced coffee in her hand, and she’s just admiring how hot her husband is.

His long hair is pulled up in a bun, his sharp jaw clenched, blood on his white shirt that’s clung a bit to his body with sweat and other fluids.

He’s so lean, muscular with bulging biceps, abs taut under his clothes. Her name tattooed proudly on his neck, little beads of sweat.

Harry slices down his cheek, tearing the skin open, “Tell me right now or I’m goin’ t’kill you. This is your last warning. I am about to show you why they call me Diablo,” Harry seethes, the knife dragging down to his neck.

He refuses to speak, Harry gets impatient and pulls out his weapon of choice - his desert eagle and delivers one resounding shot.

Harry looks unsympathetically at the rival gang members, his own men sitting back and letting the leader work.

The associates began to scuttle around to begin the clean up process.

Her husband tugs off his shirt and then shimmies out of his tight black jeans - tossing them carelessly by the bodies so his men can dispose of them.

Just in his tight briefs, his intricate morale of the depth of hell and the devil decorating his whole chest and stomach.

Then he’s trailing over to his wife, grabbing her jaw and searing their lips together for a long kiss as she runs a hand over his tensed abs.

It’s not the right moment, well it wouldn’t be for a normal couple but they weren’t any normal couple to start off with.

“I want to have a baby,” YN blurts out as her husband’s hands grip onto her thighs to pull her center against his.

Harry doesn’t look surprised often.

His mossy green eyes widen, puffy lips parting, as he searches her relax, open face, “You want me t’put a baby in you?”

She nods, feeling a nervous fluttering, they’d been married for three years - it had been on her mind a lot.

“If you aren’t - I know we’ve been talking about it. But if it’s not some-“ She stutters out as she observes Harry’s stoic face.

He leans forward, cupping her face, and telling her firmly, “I will give you whatever y’want, sweetheart. If y’want me to make y’a mommy - I’ll do it right now.”

By this point the men had dragged the bodies out to a nondescript van and were pouring industrial grade bleach on the tiled floor.

Harry turns around and booms, “Get the fuck out, right now.”

The associates pause, confused, Greg speaks, “But we just start-“

In true Harry form, he grabs his gun next to his wife, and fires at warning shot at their feet, “Fuck off or next time it’s going to be y’leg.”

They run out like there’s fire under their arses.

YN shouldn’t get wetter at that but she does.

He turns around after the leave, wastes no time to in yanking her shirt over her head, bra, and then roughly stripping off her legging, and panties

“Fuckin’ look at you, made you my wife, now m’make y’the mother of my babies,” Harry hisses when YN sneaks her hand in his briefs to tug his thick length out.

“Remember when we first met. You told me you never wanted to even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife. You told me you didn’t want kids,” YN murmurs as she pumps him with a firm grip.

Harry groans into her mouth, “Baby, jus’ like tha’. All that changed when I fell f’you.”

YN swipes her thumb over the tip before tugging the fabric down his narrow hips and guiding him right into where she’s so warm and ready for him.

“You told me love was made up by pathetic stupid people who were too dumb to realize it was a scam,” She reminds him, breath hitching when he stretches her perfectly.

-

As they’re waiting for drinks, Harry scoffs at a young couple kiss and cooing at each other on the other side of the way.

It was a really shady bar.

They were there to do business together - Harry and YN - nothing more than that.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” He shakes his head, swigging down his whiskey dry as soon as it’s placed in front of him - he doesn’t even flinch.

“They’re in love,” YN defends with a small smiles as she watches the man make the girl giggle with glee - just happiness.

“So y’a fucking idiot too?” Harry asks meanly, giving her a glance over with a pursed lip, “Guess y’beauty and no fuckin’ brains.”

“You have a real way with women, charmer,” She replies sarcastically, sipping her whiskey sour.

Harry laughs with a tinge of arrogance, “I don’t need charm. Any women and most men in this bar would fuck if they had the chance.”

“Well I’ll be one who won’t,” YN says haughtily.

His jaw clenches subtly, “Don’t be bitter, darling. Love is made up. It doesn’t exists. It’s for weak-minded little sheeps like you.”

—-

Harry takes a deep inhale, eyes dark as night, teeth bared as he tells her, “Our love isn’t what other average people have. I still believe all of that. My love f’you is s’strong I’d fuckin’ die for you this second.”

YN moans when he fucks in hard enough to make her skid back on the counter - he grips her harder and anchors her back down.

“D’you think any other man would do tha’ f’their wife? I mean truly do that? No. I’ve seen men let their wives die to save themselves,” Harry grits out, tugging her legs around his waist.

She is panting, not able to get a word out between breathes, he’s giving it to her so fucking well. Her nipples brushing against his sweaty chest, making it feel so much better.

Her grips her jaw hard, “Answer me.”

“Baby, I know, I know. I love you, please,” She begs loudly, whining when he wraps his hand around her neck.

“Open,” Harry orders, hand forcing her mouth open before spitting and then chasing it with his tongue into her mouth.

“H, m’coming.” YN warns him, pushing her hips into his until their skin is slapping and making noise in the room.

“Y’get so sweet when I’m fuckin’ you,” Harry praises, tweaking her nipple as she wets his cock even more than before.

He speeds up, sweat beading down his temple, he curses and grunts, “Gonna give y’a baby, give you anythin’.”

And when they finally slow to a halt, catching their breath, he whispers in a syrupy soft voice, “You’re my everything.”

they are so hot

I would love to see mlbrry’s reactions to when mama sends him videos or pictures of herself 😏😏😏

So.Fucking.Easy

prompt: ^

warnings: smut

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Happ 2nd Day of Eroda Week 💕

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They’re at a event for the team and Harry, as always is in the spotlight, and he eats it the fuck up with wide smiles and throaty chuckles to the people he’s talking to.

At one point, he’s standing near the bar with a few men and one girl who is making crazy lustful eyes at him (he doesn’t even notice but YN sure as hell does).

It didn’t matter if she had a rock of her finger, a house in both their names, and four of his babies - she was possessive and fuck if that didn’t turn him on.

It’s time to remind him a bit of who he belongs to, she’s sat on a chair near the back of the room - away from the party and pulls out her phone.

She flips through some pictures and videos she took last night before he flew home from San Diego, she knew something like this would come up.

The first picture is explicit - off the start, it’s a shiny blue metallic bullet resting deliciously between her plump folds, her pubic hair grown out a bit and she knew that made him feral.

:readmore:

Harry feels his phone vibrate, pulls it out of his inner suit pocket, and swipes with confusion on his brow - eyes widen like a cartoon character as he looks down at the picture before clicking it off so no one else sees it.

His eyes find hers in mere seconds, when he moves to come to her, she shakes her head and tells him to keep talking to his friends.

Harry’s hand is squeezed tight around the whiskey glass, almost hard enough to crack it as he feels his phone vibrate again.

He has no idea what his colleagues are talking about, the room is fuzzy, and now all he can think about is that picture imprinted in his mind.

This time, he swipes the dimness on his phone until it’s dark and brings the phone closer to his face, it’s another picture.

Her index and middle finger spreading her open, a better view of the small vibrator working against her dewy puffy clit.

Again, he locks his phone and cracks his neck, acting like he’s engaged in the conversation but she can see the arousal creeping up his neck as he swallows hard.

It was just so easy to fuck with him.

When he gets distracted by a big wig coming by and clapping him on the shoulder, YN escapes to the bathroom and locks herself in the single stall.

She’s in a tight, slinky black dress - pulls down the top until her tits spill out and takes a selfie in the mirror - sending it her husband’s way before pulling her top back up.

She wanted to piss him off now.

A bit bummed when she doesn’t get a reply, she startles when there a loud banging on the door, “Open up, now.”

So. Fucking. Easy.

YN decides to play coy, innocent as she replies back, “Occupied!”

The knocks are hard, demanding, she can hear his rings cracking against the wood, “Open this fuckin’ door or I’ll make sure your mouth is occupied the second I see your lips.”

YN flips the lock and steps back, the door bursting open and Harry slamming it shut again, crowds her roughly against the countertop with a hard bite to her lower lips.

“You’re a god damn tease,” He accuses, giving her not time to even breathe before he’s claiming her mouth with a hand gripping the hinge of her jaw to keep her right where he wanted her.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” She manages flippantly through thorough kisses to rile him up even more, hand going to palm at the seam of his dress pants.

“You’re spoiled, I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry laughs gruffly, “Give you s’much attention that that minute I look away from you, you start sendin’ me pictures of y’cunt.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy them,” YN smirks, she’s trying to play it cool but watching her husband’s dark expression and rough movements is make her soaked.

She’s not sure how she landed someone so ducking hot, his sharp jaw clenched, green eyes dilated black, and just the way he loomed over like he was staring at a five course meal.

“Of course I enjoyed ‘em. Be a mad man not to enjoy pictures of m’wife’s pretty pussy,” He retorts, his thumb is pressing into her mouth while the other hand is undoing his belt and then zip, “Knees.”

A zip of electricity shoots through her spinal cord at his deep voice and as soon as she has knelt onto the cold tile - he leans down and carelessly tugs her top down until her tits spill out.

“You know what to do, c’mon. Know you know your way around this cock, mama,” Harry encourages, chin tucked against his chest as he stares down in pure rapt at his fucking gorgeous wife.

She doesn’t waste anytime, gripping his base and taking him into her open mouth with her teeth tucked and tongue licking the underside.

“Fuckin’ hell, doll,” Harry groans - he was being way too loud for the setting, anyway walking by outside could have heard and would have known from his distinguishable voice, “S’right, s’good. Know what belongs to you, hm?”

His rings clink against the stone countertop as he grips it for support, knees weak as she doesn’t shows any mercy - bobbing and slurping with barely any finesse, sloppy and carefree just how he liked.

YN was in a mood though.

She wanted to punish him for leaving her, for spending any time away, even if Harry was more loud about it - YN was just as possessive and needy as her counterpart.

And right when his massive hand reaches to weave into her hair, she pushes him back, and quickly stands, “I don’t think you deserve it. You left me for nearly a week.”

YN’s tone makes it sound like he’d gone off to war for a decade, she brushes past him and pulls up her top as he tries to process what’s going on in his horny stupor.

Right when she’s about to unlock the knob, his hand cups the back of her neck tightly and he’s like a predator, he moves quickly and body checks her again the door - front of her pressed tightly again the wood and cheek squished to the side.

“Yeah? I’ve been such a bad husband, huh?” He taunts, his voice becoming dominant and condescending- rare form for him and she’s dripping from it, “S’not like I’m working so that you can have whatever your spoiled arse wants?”

“You don’t spoil me,” YN lies, just to annoy him and she squeaks in surprise when he bites her shoulder as his hands hike her dress around her hips without an ounce of gentleness.

“Mmm. You begged for me to knock you up over and over again. Which out of the kindness of my heart, I gave you four kids,” Harry’s breathing is becoming deeper, heavier as he tightly massages her cheeks before landing a harsh smack.

“Not like you have everything you’ve ever wanted, anything you want - I’ve fucking bend over backwards to give you,” He grits out as he tugs the lace to the side, “All because you take my cock so well, couldn’t get rid of you. Right, mama?”

If it wasn’t so fucking hot, YN would be laughing hysterically because of the dialogue - it was obvious to everyone how bloody obsessed he was with her for a thousand reasons other than her body.

“Not gonna give it to you now, dickhead,” She grunts, when she struggles to try to push him back - he just presses even more of his warm weight on her.

That earns her three smacks.

The echo of skin hitting skin echoing through the small space followed by a throaty moan from YN.

It was insane how much they still wanted each other after all this time.

“Oh no?” Harry hums with a fake pout, tugging his briefs down again, his hand moving to stroke at his thick, long cock, “Too bad. Missed your pretty cunt. Dream about it when I’m away.”

It shouldn’t make her even wetter but it does, his voice is just so syrupy but yet rough, slow but precise as he thinks carefully about his next words.

“Harry,” YN moans breathily, hands flat against the cold door - she can hear the commotion outside of hundreds of people while she’s getting felt up and spanked by her husband.

He pulls at her hair, light pain prickling at her scalp as his lips brush her ears, “What? Now you want to give it to me? No surprise there. Been on by this cock constantly for the past ten years.”

“P-please,” She responds in frustration, pushing her sore bum back against him and hissing when he finally guides himself in - a welcoming twinge of stretching from a little bit without him.

And Harry can’t keep the ‘tough guy’ act on for very long, especially when his wife gets pliant and sweet for him - limbs becoming more malleable and lazy as she tilts her head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Shush up now,” He murmurs, lips pressed to her temple as he starts a steady rhythm that’s harsh because they don’t have much time, “Let me enjoy this. Fuck, perfect pussy. Best one I’ve ever had.”

YN musters enough bite to hiss out when he presses her harder against the door, “Only one you’ve ever had, don’t forget that.”

“How could I?” He huffs out a laugh, a bit of sweat beading at his brow as he reaches around to thumb harshly at her clit, “Been obsessed with fucking you since the first time you let me.”

“Hurry up,” She moans impatiently, pushing back to met his thirsts, the sound of her bum hitting his pelvis resounding through the room.

Harry can’t help but deliver a few extra powerful stroke as punishment for her attitude but it does the opposite, he hits her spot every single time and it’s not long before she’s letting her forehead meet the wood of the door and letting out a high-pitched moan as she comes.

“There we go. You know s’all for me, yeah?” He coos, letting up on his rubs when she grasps his wrist and halts his movements, “Gonna let fill you up?”

Jesus. Harry was filthy tonight.

“Please,” YN begs pathetically as she drops her weight back on him, he moves to grip her hips and pounds in for another moment before letting out a entirely way too loud moan as he comes.

“Fuck, mama,” Harry groans with a exhausted chuckle, his hand massaging at the little plush of her belly as he catching his breath.

“Mm, this is why I’m not worried when those girls come up to you. Just as needy for me as the day that you first got to stick it in,” She giggles, allowing Harry to wipe her up with a damp paper towel, hand on his shoulder.

His face is pink, the rosiness of his cheeks and the curls slicked against his temple where a dead give away, not to mention how swollen and bright his lips were.

“Never get tired of you, sweet girl. Let’s get home, go see the babies and get a shower. I like when y’get a bit wild like this, give me some material for when I’m alone in the hotel rooms.”

-

🥵

favorite trope 🤍

I can just imagine him being an absolute horny mess when he’s on his heat and she’s like bro… get your shit together cause their out with friends or something he’s like being really rude to anyone trying to talk to her and he just wants to go home and fuck her senseless

Oh my god but yes. (If you don’t like abo/wolfrry skip this piece!)

-

He’s never miscalculated his rut before.

Harry had always had to be careful because he was the leader of his pack, he had to plan accordingly for when he was out.

YN wasn’t a wolf, she couldn’t scent him in the way he could scent her - he could smell her heat from days away.

It starts when they’re at dinner with a group of friends, Mitch and Sarah, Niall and Jayla, Zayn and Chelsea, Louis and Eleanor.

Harry’s normally very subdued in public, he hates going out anywhere and wants to be home - safe at their home whenever possible.

He begins to pick up YN’s scent so heavily it’s making him dizzy as she sits next to him - unaware as she’s drinking and laughing.

She smells like the purest piece of heaven on a bad day and right now she was radiating something so beautiful Harry could feel himself hardening up.

This never happened but he was nearly blinded with his arousal for his mate that he couldn’t even care or notice.

At first, YN doesn’t think much of it when his nose nuzzles at the nape of her neck, a low grumble emitting from his chest.

“I think that lip color looks great on you,” Mitch compliments innocently as they discuss makeup and outfits.

“Don’t fucking talk to her,” Harry snaps at his subordinate, Mitch lower his head in confused submission.

“Harry,” YN scolds, pulling him away from her neck with a hand in his hair, his eyes boring into hers with possession and adoration, “Be nice.”

“M’nice,” He rasps unbothered, his lips returning to where he just scented and bit down at base of her neck with enough power to ache, “Treat you so good, don’t I? M’a good mate, yeah? Take care of my little omega. Feed you, bathe you, fuck you.”

“Jesus,” Niall mumbles when he hears the leader trying to seduce her, he shakes his head, and they try to talk loudly enough other tables won’t hear.

This was so unlike Harry that YN was concerned.

“Come with me,” YN tells him, intertwining their hands and leading him into the bathroom and locking the door.

“Yea, good pet,” Harry purrs as his hands go to hike up the bottom of her dress, “M’gonna give it to you right now, stuff you full, yeah? With my pups, gonna give it to you, my mate.”

“Damn it,” YN curses as she slaps his hands away, earning an annoyed growl as his mouth literally waters for her.

“Can smell you,” He taunts in the low alpha bravado, eyes intense and unwavering, “S’dripping down your thighs yet, baby? Let me lick you clean.”

“Are you- fuck, why didn’t you tell me it was time for your rut? Big dumb alpha,” YN hisses as she gives his chest a light smack.

“Submit,” Harry orders in his low timber, his hands back at her skirt - he could basically taste her cunt on his tongue right now.

“Not here, you dick,” YN shakes her head as she takes his car keys from his suit jacket pocket, “We’re not starting your rut in a restaurant bathroom, we’ll never get you out of here.”

“You want it though? Yes?” Harry crows as his hand cups her neck, “Want my pups? Sweet girl, tell me.”

YN’s eyes soften a bit, her hand coming to caress his cheek, “Yes alpha. Let’s get home so I can show you, okay?”

-

gangrry TE AMO

Ok uma but I need yn taking care of gangrry when he’s sick, and he just keeps pushing her away bc he’s supposed to be taking care of her and not the other way around🥺

okay i know you send this ask years ago but i was waiting to be inspired and NOW it's the time so let's go 😘 this is in the early stage of their relationship that's why they aren't married yet!

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE

"I'm fine– ah, shit." A sneeze interrupted him. "Y/N, I need to finish the contracts."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." She replies, as she wrings out a wet cloth into a bucket and then places it on his forehead. "You're burning, H."

The long-haired man smirks and is about to reply but an itch in his throat forces him to cough repeatedly.

Y/N shakes her head and leaves to make some soup. She'd arrived at her boyfriend's house after receiving no reply to any of her messages and found him passed out in front of his desk, his face buried in papers and his forehead boiling.

Moving his body from there to the bed had left her exhausted.

He'd woken up a few minutes ago and tried to get up only to be pushed back against the pillow. Y/N'd stripped him of his sweaty clothes and now he was only in his boxers, but under three blankets that kept him warm.

When she returns with a bowl of soup, Harry's leaning against the wall and folding his arms with an annoyed expression (as usual). The blankets had slipped down to his waist, leaving his naked torso exposed, so she quickly leaves the soup on the bedside table to cover him up.

"You're gonna get worse." She says as she covers him. "I brought you some soup, you're overworking yourself, baby."

"It should be me."

Y/N looks at him confused, crawling into bed. "Huh?"

"I should be taking care of you, not in bed fucking sick." Sneeze. "I gotta protect you, that's why I have to sign those contracts... to keep yeh safe."

He ducks his head in shame, and this is one of the few times she gets to see him blush. Her heart beats fast for the man beside her, and she grabs him to leave kisses on his cheeks, nose, and just all his face.

"You're so cute." She says, kissing him and brushing away the long hairs that stuck to his forehead from sweat.

"What the fuck did I say that was cute?"

So cute.

He lets himself be babied by her, secretly loving all the affection. He can see the good side of being sick, as long as he has his angel with him.

"Harry, just as you always take care of me, I'll take care of you too." Y/N replies, taking the bowl of soup and dipping the spoon into it, blowing before bringing it to his mouth. "Sure, we don't have the same ways, but you know what I mean."

He accepts the food, huming as he feels the warmth in his sore throat. He can feel himself starting to feel better, but right now he doesn't want this to end.

He finishes eating quickly and curls up next to her, who checks on him from time to time. Harry allows himself to stop thinking about the gang for a while and after twenty minutes, Y/N touches his forehead and cheeks.

"Your fever's gone down." She murmurs, stroking his cheek. "Feeling better?"

Yes. "No."

She's surprised. "No?"

He doesn't know why he said no, but he fakes a cough and snuggles against her chest. "Everything hurts like shit, feel like I've been shot in the damn head."

Y/N laughs quietly and covers them both, stroking his scalp. "Okay, wanna sleep for a while?"

"Only if you stroke m'hair." He murmurs against her neck, one hand wrapped around her waist and as always, one on her thigh, squeezing the skin in a comfort way.

By God, if all his enemies saw him like this they wouldn't be half as afraid as they are, but she loved being the only one to know this side of Harry Styles, Europe's greatest criminal.

"Always."

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HOLA UMA CÓMO ESTÁS TANTO TIEMPO 🩷🥺🥺

HOLAAAAAAAA

my favorite series rn

Our little love - mafia/soft Yandere au OT7 Drabble

So I might’ve started this with a little angst and really soft hints of yandere behaviour however I think I might do a part two for this with a little bit more yandere and jealousy vibes (I got ideas okay, just needed a starting point)

“Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head little love?” Even with the gun pressed firmly against your head, the cold of the barrel threatening to do as he said, you know Yoongi won’t do it, even if you deserved it.

All seven of them stand around you, no matter which way you face you’re met with the disappointment and the consequence of your betrayal in their eyes, but you refuse to look down in shame, you deserved to feel the guilt that pumped in your veins.

“He asked you a question Y/n,” Jin doesn’t have the smile he reserves for you on his face, all their demenor’s are cold, and you are the reason why.

“You love me,” you whisper, looking Yoongi dead in the face with no fear.

“I thought you loved us too,” Namjoon steps forward, breaking the circle around you, coming close to stand next to Yoongi. He has his hands in the pockets of his black blazer, silver hair pushed back.

“Was it all a lie?” if a voice could break you it would always be Jungkook’s, he was the one it took the longest to become close to, and when you had you could see the softness in his eyes despite his career. Of course he would sound the most hurt, he trusted you the most.

Yoongi, with his unfaltering gun, was the other member of their team that took you almost as long as Jungkook to get close to. While Jungkook was just shy, Yoongi didn’t trust anyone, he pushed people away, hurt them to keep them far, you learnt that the hard way. While his eyes looked like they held no emotion in this moment, you knew better, he had shown you his soul, you could see behind the barrier of his expression.

You took his wrist into your hand and pressed the gun harder against you.

“You should shoot me,” it would be better to be dead than live without them, they would never forgive you for what you’d done. The betrayal cut too deep, these wounds wouldn’t heal.

Yoongi scoffs, but you don’t let his wrist go.

“I told you all she shouldn’t be trusted,” he says to the others. “Why would a girl like her fall for men like us?”

You can feel the pain in his words, because above all else, no matter what he says, Yoongi just wants to be loved. They all do, that’s why it was almost too easy.

“Well now we know, don’t we babe?”

“That wasn’t my intention,” you swallow the sob that threatens to rise in your throat, you hate seeing him like this, you hate that you’re the reason why they’re hurt. Every time they came home with a bullet, or a cut or wound, it would kill you inside and you realised then you were compromised.

“No your intention was to infiltrate our defenses and rat us out,” Jimin’s the one to chime in, standing next to Tae who looks at you like you’re dead to him.

“Detective L/n, did you really think we’d never find out?”

You look to your side to make sure Jimin could see the honesty in your eyes.

“It wasn’t my intention to fall for you,” you sound like you’re choking with the way you’re holding back tears, but you don’t want to cry in front of them, it would feel like giving up.

You were assigned to go undercover to infiltrate the uprising gang called BTS, they climbed the heirarchy of organised crime too quickly, too dangerously, something had to be done. You went in with every intention set to take them down until you got to know them, love them, and you knew then you couldn’t do your job. The internal battle to do what was right but felt wrong and what was wrong but felt so right was causing all your morals to be questioned.

Tae scoffs at you now, not believing a word from your mouth.

“I don’t think we should kill her Hyung,” he says to Yoongi, “she needs to feel her betrayal, it would be too easy to escape us with death.”

Namjoon hums in agreement. The cold of the gun leaves your skin and you almost feel unsteady without it. Yoongi doesn’t look at you anymore now that it’s not there, instead he takes your wrist as you previously had, and they walk you to the car. You don’t fight, or talk, or argue, or ask what they wanted to do to you.

The boys had trusted you infinitely, while others had agendas and seeked their downfall they knew you were the only one that wouldn’t betray them, how wrong they were. For your safety they kept an eye on you, when you went out one of them would follow to ensure their little love didnt get into trouble or worse, get hurt. Imagine their surprise when you walked into the police station.

You didn’t tell them you went in to hand in your notice, unable to continue with this lie, it didn’t matter, the damage was done, anything you said would be meaningless.

Your sat inbetween Jungkook and Hoseok, who still hadn’t uttered a word to you, but you could see him restraining his hurt and anger. Jin was in the drivers seat with Yoongi beside him. The others must’ve taken the other car, you don’t really acknowledge it you’re too deep in your own thoughts.

You don’t come up for air until you feel a hand soft on yours in your lap, Jungkook doesn’t look at you, just at how he’s stroking the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. You don’t mean for your heart to swell in your chest, pushing the tears up and out.

Jin and Yoongi don’t miss the way your bottom lip trembles in the rear view mirror, the small sniffles or the tears glistening down your face that you wipe away quickly with your other hand. Hobi puts his arm around you, still looking out the window as if you’re not there, but his actions show what they all know in their hearts; they still loved you.

“Why are you crying baby girl you’re not the one with the knife in your back,” Hobi mumbles. They think you’re scared of what they’re going to do with you now they know, but that couldn’t be further from your mind. They want to reassure you, but the words are stuck in their throats.

“You need to be punished darling, otherwise you won’t learn,” Jin can see you nodding to his words in the mirror in acceptance.

“I know.”

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You expected them to put you in the cellar where they tortured their enemies, you don’t even realise you’re in the living room until you’re placed on the couch. You don’t look up until Namjoon is standing in front of you.

He traces his finger from the edge of your jaw to your chin, your eyes big on him from his soft touch. The calm should scare you, but the only anxiety you have is over whether you should hope for another chance or whether they’ll throw you onto the street when they’re done.

When a tear hits Namjoon’s hands he frowns, they didn’t expect this from you when they confronted you with what they uncovered. They expected you to reveal another face, the true colours beneath the girl they all fell hard for, kick and scream and throw insults their way over the life they had, how awful they were, how they didn’t deserve to be loved. But you kept quiet, eerily quiet, and they didn’t know what to think anymore.

Letting you leave was out of the question, whether you wanted to stay or not. Not because they were concerned that you had seen too much, they didn’t care, they couldn’t imagine their lives without you anymore. The trust might’ve faded, but their love for you was real. Yoongi might’ve created a farce with the gun to your head but it was done to see your reaction, the truth behind the last 6 months of your relationship.

They expected you to beg for your life like every other person at their mercy, but you always defied their expectations.

“You’re so quiet my love,” Namjoon says to you. “Nothing you want to say to defend yourself?”

You shake your head, no there was nothing you want to say or explain.

“Then you take your punishment without complaint?”

You nod without hesitation.

Namjoon releases a deep breath, building the nerve to do what they knew would reveal whether your feelings for then were real or a lie you fabricated for your job. But he wasn’t one to easily be vulnerable, especially not after the blow that they faced today.

Jimin can sense it, the words on their leader’s lip, and he decides to take over. Namjoon steps aside as Jimin kneels on the floor in front of you. He takes your hands that are fidgeting on your lap and place them by your side on the seat, resting the weight of his head there instead.

He hugs your lap with so much love you can’t mistake it for an illusion, he rubs his head into you as much as he can.

“Stay with us,” if his actions weren’t a shock to your system enough, his words pushed you over the edge. You look into each of their eyes and the vulnerability you had learned to recognise was there begging you to want to stay.

“But I...” you don’t know what you want to say, the beating of your own heart was overwhelming in your chest. “I- I hurt you all so much.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, stepping forward to stroke your hair back, the hurt was still there they couldn’t lie to you, but losing you would be worse.

“Do you love us?” Jungkook asks taking a seat beside you, Taehyung sits by your other side. Jimin rubs little circles into your thigh while they wait for your answer.

“So much,” you confess. “I couldn’t do it, I- I”

Your words break off in a sob, as Tae takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to the back of it, a weight lifted off his chest. Jungkook pulls you into him, arms wraps around you as you let out your cries and the man in your lap places little kisses on the expanse of your thighs. You feel overwhelmed with the love theyre displaying when you were expecting their hate.

“But I dont understand,” you cry, “why aren’t you all angry, why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“We love you too,” Jin smiles the way he only reserves for you, and you feel thankful for it.

“It doesn’t matter how you got to us dove,” Hobi comes to kneel beside Jimin, wanting to be close to you too. “If it weren’t for your job you wouldn’t have met us.”

“I don’t know about that Hobi,” Namjoon chuckles. “You were meant for us my love, we would have found you one way or another.”

“We forgive you,” Jungkook kisses your hair. “Just don’t leave us.”

“We wouldn’t let you go even if you tried,” Tae voice rumbles in, leaning his face against your neck while the youngest holds you, still latched to your hand.

“You’re ours,” Jimin’s muffled voice comes from your lap, he’s pressed his face into you.

They would never let you go, and you don’t want them to. You thought all they wanted was love, but now you think you’ve reflected your own desire into them, they just wanted you.

so well written as always love you uma 🥺🥺💘💘💘 this piece is beautiful

TWELVE YEARS WITH YOU

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

Summary: Today is Harry and Y/N's twelfth anniversary, but for them, it's still the first every time.

W/N: TODAY IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY BABIES!!! ENJOY THIS THAT I WROTE SO FAST.

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"I... they already gave me my payment for the band and I bought you the necklace you wanted so much."

"What? Harry—"

"Happy first anniversary, I love you."

A sixteen-year-old Harry smiles, showing off his dimples and reaching out to leave a chaste kiss in his girlfriend's mouth. He can't believe that a year has already passed since he gathered courage and confessed his love, he felt that time passed quickly by her side, and that he had to treasure every moment.

"I love you too and happy anniversary, but the necklace... it's too expensive." Y/N answers, stroking his curls that she loves so much.

And it was. She had seen it in a shop window while they were walking around London one weekend on a bike ride and Harry swore her eyes lit up.

"Don't worry, I get paid well for the band, really." He replies, stroking her waist. "Gimme another kiss and let me put the necklace on you, yeah?"

She laughs and kisses him, making him smirk mid-kiss and sigh softly through his nose. As they part, Y/N turns and lets him put the necklace on her, holding back a squeal of excitement.

"Thanks, H. I love it! thank you."

The two of them settle into the mattress in the tree house, and Y/N reaches for the bag with the present for him, but she suddenly feels embarrassed, and Harry can tell.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

She sighs. "You bought me something so nice and expensive... my gift is stupid."

She had worked a full weekend at her father's store to raise the money and had been very excited when she got it.

"Nothing that comes from you is stupid for me, I love everything you give me." Harry answers, looking at her with his green eyes that make her hand him the bag in embarrassment.

But everything changes when she sees his face completely excited to see the content. "Baby..."

The Fleetwood Mac Rumors vinyl gleamed in its wrapper, and Harry laughed in disbelief. "Y/N, god, I fucking love you."

She falls onto her back on the mattress and is pelted with kisses, she can't help but close her eyes and laugh. She's so in love with him that everything feels different when they're together, as if she's living a dream and he's not real.

"I'm glad you like it." She says, letting him continue the kisses to her neck and the top of her shirt.

"I love it, best gift ever." Harry answers, as he continues to kiss her. "Let me thank you, please?"

"Lovie?"

Harry watched her expectantly as they walked hand in hand through the darkened streets of London, which had gradually become their home.

Y/N blinked back to reality. "Yeah, sorry. I was remembering our first anniversary."

Unconsciously, she puts a hand to her necklace. Harry laughs and swings their joined hands.

"The vinyl still plays perfectly, maybe we could listen to it when we got home, mmh?"

They'd gone out to dinner to celebrate and luckily hadn't come across many people who knew who they were.

"Of course, wanna have a glass of wine, and maybe we could do that thing you like." She answers with a smile, and Harry gasps in surprise.

"Yeah?!"

The two laugh and continue walking towards their car, until Y/N turns them around and pins her fiancé against a wall.

"I love you."

Harry sighs, his heart aching for the girl in front of him for a long but short twelve years, and he knows it'll be until the day he draws his last breath. This year it felt different and it was all thanks to the ring on her finger, they were months away from being a married couple.

He slides a hand through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. "I love you more, m'soul. I love you so much, that I feel that together we're still the kids in the tree house and nothing has changed."

The two share a passionate kiss, Y/N sliding a hand down her fiancé's shirt so she can feel his body heat. They both know that when they get home there will be no vinyl, no wine, just them showing their love for each other at every single corner of the big house.

"Let's go home before they put us in prison for exhibitionism." Harry says against her lips.

"Please, we've done worse."

Yeah, that's why he's gonna marry her.

my heart 💘💘💘💘💘

tension

all (y/n) wanted to know was what changed in harry

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

previous part (magnetism)

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(Y/N) wished she knew what had made Harry so quiet during tonight's study session.

He was still doing a phenomenal job as her teacher, but he'd been off the whole night. Since Monday even, (Y/N) felt like he'd been distant. Unlike before, especially given how close she'd felt to him after everything at the party, he wouldn't breach any topic of conversation that wasn't physics. If he wasn't helping her with notes during lecture or hashing out a concept she was having trouble on, he barely spoke. Even for as shy as she knew he could be, that wasn't the Harry she had gotten used to.

She worried that maybe something had gone wrong during the party that she didn't remember. (Y/N) felt like she was coherent enough through the night and remembered everything, but how was she supposed to know if she forgot an event if no one told her? She knew she had grown sleepy towards the end and even fell asleep on his shoulder when they were outside, but as far as she knew, that hadn't perturbed Harry at all. Maybe she had crossed a line that she wasn't aware of.

Even as he walked her to her car after wrapping up their tutoring session, he was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he offered, one of the few sentiments he shared since leaving the library, "I'll see you in class."

A small smile curled his lips, but (Y/N) knew it was still wrong.

"Goodnight, Harry."

(Y/N) wasn't even sure if he stuck around to see her drive off.

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Sitting in biology, Harry realized he was bored.

For him, that wasn't normal at all. When he was in a scientific setting, especially one like today when discussion was based on molecular biology, Harry was typically fully engaged and ready to learn any tidbit of information. He'd never been the kind that found class to be boring—sure, there were times he wasn't completely present and participating, but he'd never actively checked out and been unable to focus before. But, Harry couldn't find it in himself to care.

Nothing had felt normal since that Monday in physics. (Y/N) had been on his mind since, and while that wasn't a huge difference, it was the context that had changed and made him revert into his shell more than usual. Every time he thought about what it was like to lay on the trampoline with her, the soft of her body tucked under his arm and her breaths coming out in puffs against his chest, he warmed until he was replaced with Trystan. It was no longer a story he was a part of, Harry feared. He had been replaced with someone he didn't even know was a character.

Harry knew he would be okay, that this would all blow over soon enough, but in the meantime it sucked. He hadn't realized just how deep this crush on her went, or the faith he held in all of his friends' assurances that he wasn't making a mistake chasing after her.

No matter the reason, class was dragging on and Harry wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else. Lecture hadn't started even ten minutes ago and he was already having to coach himself through the rest of the lesson, telling himself to stick it out and then he can go home and do all the things that had been put on hold (he was planning on filming some premium content tonight to go up this weekend, and those shoots tended to take a little longer). He tried his best to distract himself with his notes, but even then, they were lightyears away from being as detailed as he was used to. Maybe if he pretended enough, he would really end up focusing—at least that was what he was telling himself.

When his phone went off in his bag after a couple more failed attempts at being engaged, Harry had never been more grateful for the buzzing sound. Typically, he tended to push off answering any notifications in class in favor of participating, but today, this was serving as a safe haven from the boredom swimming through his head.

He figured it was nothing more than a text from Mitch as Harry reached for his phone, but no matter what he was going to take advantage of the distraction. When the screen finally lit up with the grey bars detailing the notifications waiting for him, he stopped with his thumb hovering over the unexpected box.

It was from his cam-site.

Normally, that wouldn't faze him, but this was different. It was a private message from sunflowerssweetheart.

He knew the last time they had talked, he had told her that his direct messages were always open and to reach out whenever, but it'd been weeks since. She hadn't reached out to him at all, and in that moment Harry was worried something was wrong (he wasn't sure why he would be on the list of people to reach out to in case of emergency, but he wasn't going to question it). The preview of the message was hidden in favor of revealing only that there was One (1) New Message from SunflowersSweetheart! waiting for him.

Swiping it open, he was brought to his main inbox. At the top of the screen was the new thread with a green dot beside the username. The beginning of the message was revealed with only a glimpse of the large-eyed pouting emoji. He hesitated with his thumb hovering over the chat for a moment, unused to the rush fluttering through his system at the sight of a viewer's message. Before he could overthink it, Harry tapped on the text.

sunflowerssweetheart: thinking of u daddy

Oh.

Oh.

He practically froze in his spot when he read over the honorific keyed at the end of her message. His eyes were no doubt the size of half his face with cheeks flaming red. Never would he have thought this was the kind of message he would receive in the middle of molecular biology.

But, this was his sweetheart.

He couldn't lie, she was one of the users he'd become attached to through his streams. She was so sweet and responsive to everything he said, even if it wasn't inherently sexual. He looked forward to those comments, and noticed when that username didn't pop up during his shows. He couldn't leave her hanging.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? what were you thinking about sweetheart?

After locking his phone and placing it facedown on the desktop, Harry became hyper aware of the fact he was still sitting in a lecture hall with his classmates all around him. Though he was feigning confidence in the message, the beat of his heart was almost strong enough to completely throw him off balance. Even with the sound of his professor droning on at the front of the room, he was eager for a response to come through. He didn't bother with adding to his notes anymore, the page in front of him left half blank despite the useful information he was sure was being projected ahead of him.

By the time his phone vibrated against his desk, Harry's hands were sweaty with his restless feet shuffling against the linoleum. He reached for the device in a rush, already feeling his stomach jump at the thought of what the next message may contain.

sunflowerssweetheart: i know u said to come to u if I needed anything and I was just thinking about u today and... i need u

Fuck.

At least he was sat in the back so no one could look over his shoulder and peek at what was going on.

He swallowed thickly as he typed out his response, tucking his phone into his open textbook.

treatpeoplewkisses: what got you thinking about me, love? what made you need me

Keeping the device unlocked and the thread opened, Harry used his restless hands and picked at the corner of his pristine notebook, dog-earing the page over and over until a series of creases marred the material. As soon as another message came through, his attention was centered squarely on the screen.

sunflowerssweetheart: i was thinking about one of the shows you did last week

Her text was punctuated with the pouty-eyed emoji she seemed so fond of. It made it a little too easy for Harry to fantasize about having a sweet thing like her on her knees before him with wide eyes staring up at him. His leg bounced in an erratic rhythm under his desk as he brought his free hand up to cover his mouth with his palm. A harsh breath was exhaled through his nose. The fact that he was leading into a conversation like that while out in public was adding another layer to the interaction that got him worked up faster than he expected.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? which one?

He kept up his calm facade as he pressed send. Harry reviewed the themes of the live shows he had put on the week previous, with hopes of figuring out what exactly had pushed his sweetheart into messaging him at two in the afternoon on a Thursday. He had a bit of an idea considering she had already revealed a peek into her own fantasy when she called him daddy, but he wanted to know exactly what was running through her head.

Her next response took longer than usual, making the second that it came in that much more of a rush for him.

sunflowerssweetheart: the one you did last Friday when u were daddy

Harry was only halfway aware of the person in front of him glancing over his shoulder, most likely bothered by the tapping of his foot. He curled his shoulders as if to protect the private messages being held in his phone, but did his best to quiet his ministrations.

treatpeoplewkisses: you liked that sweetheart? do you like when im daddy for you?

Running a heavy hand through his hair, with a defining tug to his roots, Harry tried to center himself. He was getting carried away; it was apparent in the way that his pants were a little too tight to be comfortable in public and he felt hypersensitive to everything around him (though he still wasn't listening to a word that was being said by his professor). He swore he could feel every brush of fabric over his skin and the tickling of his curls over his neck, each sensation blooming while his mind was preoccupied with a building fantasy.

sunflowerssweetheart: i do

The reappearance of the large-eyed emoji let Harry know she was shy at her admittance—whether it was an act or not, it only furthered the sweetened narrative he was writing with her in the starring role. He typed out a response quickly, not wanting to leave her feeling embarrassed from her message.

treatpeoplewkisses: don't be shy sweetheart, its okay. I like being daddy for you too

treatpeoplewkisses: what do you like about it when im daddy?

Harry forced himself to lay his phone face down on his textbook. He reached for his water bottle at his feet, sipping on the cool liquid inside in an attempt to bring himself back to earth and reach a kind of clarity in the moment. He was in public—what was he thinking?

The self-scolding he was delivering to himself was swiped to the side when his phone buzzed over the thick textbook on his text. Another message from his sweetheart.

sunflowerssweetheart: I like it when youre in charge

sunflowerssweetheart: I want to listen to everything u say

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he read over the text bubbles over and over. She was a dream, wasn't she? The only way she could get more perfect was if he knew her in person.

treatpeoplewkisses: oh I see

treatpeoplewkisses: you like being a good girl then?

Her response came in almost immediately, Harry's mouth drying as he struggled with his composure.

sunflowerssweetheart: i do . i wanna be good for you daddy

Harry had to read that seven times over in order to get the information to process fully in his flooded brain. Sure, he'd done this before—these one-on-one chats with a clear end goal—, but never like this. Those others had paid a predetermined fee to speak to him like this. Even if they had said something like this to him, something that made his stomach tighten and toes curl, it had nothing on the effect he was experiencing now with his sweetheart. This wasn't a scheduled session with Harry trying his hardest to make it worth their while, she had truly gotten herself hot thinking about him and wanted him to do something about it.

treatpeoplewkisses: well youre being so good for me already for telling me all of this, you know that?

treatpeoplewkisses: are you doing anything right now, sweetheart?

While Harry wanted nothing more than to receive a text back with details of what exactly she was doing, he realized the double-edged sword he was provoking with his request. He was going to have to figure a way to maneuver his backpack to rest on his front when leaving while also not looking crazy.

sunflowerssweetheart: i've gt my hand in my panties thinking about you

Her now signature emoji was dotted at the end again, feeding into the shy illusion Harry was writing up for the character he was painting in his head. He didn't even know what she looked like and she already had him wrapped around her finger, ready to drop to his knees despite the fact she was the one begging for him. He couldn't handle this.

Before Harry could even formulate an answer to send back, she sent another text that made each muscle in his body jump.

sunflowerssweetheart: can i send you pictures? are you okay with that?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

He couldn't even lie, Harry was more than okay with gaining a visual of this girl. He craved to see what she really looked like compared to the persona he had cooked up for her; he already knew she would blow it out of the water.

But, he couldn't be here when he found out.

With the kind of thoughts running through his head in that moment, Harry knew he couldn't be in the middle of a lecture hall right then. He needed to go home. He needed to text one of his classmates about the notes and leave before he caved in and reached into his pants to take care of the pressure building beneath the muscles of his stomach.

Harry hadn't realized just how long of a lag he had taken with his racing thoughts before another message came through.

sunflowerssweetheart: its okay if not though!! i don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything i've just seen a lot of you and I thought this would kind of even it all out but if youre not okay with it that's totally fine !!

The tone the message held wasn't the same kind of shy that had been sprinkled over her other texts, a coy kind of approach that let him know she wasn't sure what she was doing but she knew what she wanted. This one tinged to something closer to embarrassment as she tried to take back her words from the lack of his response. He didn't want her thinking that he didn't want to see her, especially when all he had wished for since he had grown a bit of a liking towards her was to get a glimpse of her fingers stuffed inside her just as she described in the comments of his videos. He just needed to be home before he saw that.

treatpeoplewkisses: no no no I do want to see you sweetheart, I just need to be somewhere private before I do. im not at home at the moment, but if you can be good and wait for me, it'll only take me another 20 minutes to get home then I can be with you

Barely a second had passed before she sent another text.

sunflowerssweetheart: omg ! I didn't know u weren't home im so sorry!! ofc I'll wait for you

Even in the midst of the conversation they were leading into, Harry couldn't help but be reminded of how sweet she was. How she was able to go from calling him daddy and moments away from sending him pictures of her body, to this cute thing that was apologizing for not knowing his schedule was beyond him.

treatpeoplewkisses: good girl, I'll message you when im alone then, okay?

sunflowerssweetheart: okay thank u !

Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, Harry typed out his response, knowing it would only make his pants tighter despite the fact he still needed to slip out of the full classroom.

treatpeoplewkisses: thank you, what?

sunflowerssweetheart: thank u daddy

Fuck, he needed to get home.

He reluctantly swiped out of the app and pulled up his contacts as he began a frantic game of shoving his things into his bag with his free hand. Finding the contact of a girl he shared the class with and had exchanged notes with before, he drafted up a message saying he had an emergency and had to go home and requesting that she send him the remaining notes whenever she had a chance. With papers still spilling from the flap of his bag and the ill-written text being sent, Harry rushed from the classroom with pairs of eyes pinned to his back as he exited to the main hall. Absently, he flicked to the previously open app and found the text thread with his sweetheart still up with his honorific practically jumping from the screen.

As he practically ran through the green, Harry was sure he looked insane, but he had bigger things to worry about.

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Bursting through his front door, Harry barely had the mind to lock it behind him before he was dropping his clumsily filled schoolbag to the floor and running to his room.

He had never been so appreciative of his lack of roommates until he flopped down on his bed with his phone out and his other hand working on the button of his pants, too preoccupied to close his bedroom door behind him.

treatpeoplewkisses: are you still there sweetheart?

Before he had a second to worry that she hadn't been able to wait for him and left Harry with an unsatisfied notch in his stomach and rudimentary notes, a message came in.

sunflowerssweetheart: iam I waited like u asked

Harry all but melted into his mattress, eyes shuddering closed and head falling back into the puffs of his duvet. He could relax a little now, at least he knew he wouldn't be left hanging.

treatpeoplewkisses: good girl sweetheart im so proud of you

Lazily, he tugged up the hem of his top and pushed his pants to the mid of his thighs. He curled his fingers into the waist of his boxers and pushed them down to match the position of his pants. His cock slapped against the tensed muscles of his stomach, a pearl of precum beading at the slit. Harry's mind had wandered the twenty minutes he drove home, trying to imagine what it might be that she'd send him with the lingering bits of what she had already messaged him floating about his head. Every made-up scenario made him that much harder while he tried to drive; only a press of his palm to the tent in his pants was what he could offer, letting everything build up until he was finally home.

treatpeoplewkisses: did you have anything you wanted to send me still?

With his prodding text sent, Harry indulged himself with a slow pump of his hand over his length. He collected the precum that slipped over the head and slicked it down over the rest of his shaft in lingering pulls. The narrative including his sweetheart that he had begun crafting during the drive home resurfaced as he let his eyes close.

God, he really hoped she still wanted to send him pictures.

After a moment with no response, he started to worry. If she no longer felt comfortable sharing any photos, he wanted her to know that it was okay. He would still talk to her and get her off with whatever he could offer. Just as he was about to tell her as such, another message came through.

The notification lacked a preview except for the single detail of One (1) New Photo Message! No thumbnail was offered, leaving Harry to scramble to swipe his finger over the grey bar and get a peek at the girl that had been stealing his attention during his shows.

Inside the thread was the single photo as promised. She was in what he could only assume to be her bed, puffs of a softly colored duvet curled around her. The runs of fabric only served as a background like the waves that cradled Cabanel's Birth of Venus with his sweetheart being the main focal point. Her face was cut from the frame—something he expected—leaving the full of her body to be admired. A set of silky lingerie was wrapped around her form, the fabric an angelic shade of platinum white that glinted off of the low light cast over the scene. With no padding or underwire sewn into the garment, it left the lingerie to be nothing more than a flimsy layer of fabric that fell like a skirt over her breasts with thin straps ribboned over her shoulders. The round of her breasts and the peak of her nipples were easily seen through the folds of the silken fabric, just an inch of adjustment needed before he would catch a glimpse of her bare skin. But, what took the most of Harry's attention was the teeny pair of shorts covering her modesty. The 'shorts' were nothing more than a fluttery pair of panties that clung to her center before flaring out at her hips in a plisse style. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but Harry swore that the middle of her panties were dampened and shades darker than the angelic hues of the rest of the set.

Fuck.

He didn't even realize that his hand on his prick started working harder at the sight of the girl on his screen until a shudder of pleasure worked up his spine. It made it all that much better that she was the sweet girl he'd become attached to compared to the random patrons that carved out designated time in his schedule for an interaction like this. She was the one that answered when he asked about their day and begged to cum with him and was especially active during his daddy shows. And, she was beautiful.

Harry's stomach was tight as he lazily typed out a response with his free hand, though his eyes never strayed too far from her picture.

treatpeoplewkisses: oh sweetheart youre so gorgeous. prettier than I could have ever expected

treatpeoplewkisses: i wish I could hold your pretty body and take care of you like you want

His sweetheart's message came through quickly though Harry was finding himself lost in the feel of his hand on his cock; his thumb swiping over the head with tight drags over his length as he built a fantasy around the girl in the photo.

sunflowerssweetheart: i wish u were with me too h I can't stop thinking about you and how you talked in those streams:(

His breathing turned heavy as his mind was loaded with scenarios built around the curve of her form. He typed out a response with his eyes half-lidded, struggling to keep his eyes on his words instead of her full thighs and silken underwear.

treatpeoplewkisses: what did I do that you liked, sweetheart? what did daddy say?

Before she had a chance to send another message, Harry tapped on her photo again and let it fill his screen. It fueled his ego thinking about her touching the curves of her body and dipping between her thighs while tuning into his streams. He wished he could be the one touching her skin, smearing his lips over the soft of her tummy and the full of her thighs. He pictured himself leaving soft bites over the swells of her breasts and soothing the sting with his tongue. His fist worked in tight tugs over his length as his lusty thoughts took him to a world where he was wrapped up in the sage colored sheets of his sweetheart with her hips in his hands and her warmth against his form.

sunflowerssweetheart: u were talking about how messy you'd make me letting me suck u off and how you'd be too big for my mouth but I'd like it anyway

He wished he could hear her say these words. He wanted to know if her tone would be high and sweet or silky and husky.  He wanted to know what it would feel like to have her breath fan over his neck and her pretty voice curl around him. He pictured her with sweet eyes, gazing at him with a yearning glaze lacquered over her irises.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah sweetheart? that made you wet when daddy talked like that?

Harry whispered a curse as his hand stuttered over his length, his grip tightening around his slicked member. The thought that she had gotten wet by his words alone—especially when they focussed on her pleasing him—made his lungs tighten and the muscles corded around his arms tense. What he wouldn't give to have her on her knees for him just like he had described.

sunflowerssweetheart: it did daddy

sunflowerssweetheart: so wet

He recalled the sight of her photo with her clenched thighs and the patch of wetness seeping through the crotch of her panties. He pumped his fist faster over his length, the vein lining the underneath throbbing with each pass that urged him to cum. He forced himself to breathe, using the techniques he learned from his streams to keep from finishing before he had a chance to see more of her and ensure she was well taken care of.

treatpeoplewkisses: I can tell from the picture you sent me with that little wet spot on your pretty underwear

treatpeoplewkisses: you really like me being your daddy that much that it makes you soaked like that?

With his teeth sinking into his lower lip, Harry wished he could have an indication of whether or not she was typing like his normal text messages. Nonetheless, the anticipation struck him in the muscles of his stomach and kept his mind solely focused on the girl on the other end. By the time her message came through, Harry had to force his hand to slow on his cock.

sunflowerssweetheart: i think so

The end was stamped with her now signature pouting emoji, the large eyes matching the shy tone of the text he wished he could hear in her voice. He liked teasing her like this; he never got a chance to see this much of her during the streams as he had to cater to everyone and was prone to getting lost in his own fantasies. He could tell this wasn't something she was used to doing, the way she danced around her answers as if he wasn't itching to hear all of her desires and find what drew her to him in the first place.

treatpeoplewkisses: tell me the truth sweetheart, its okay. your pussy is already telling me everything I need to but I want you to say it

A beat passed before the next message came in.

sunflowerssweetheart: I like it alot daddy u always make me cum so hard when youre like that

A smug curl of his lips colored his features as his eyes drooped closed. He felt heavy as he sunk into the mattress beneath him, her words reading like a script in his head over and over. His hand worked in rough pulls over his length, balls tightening under his shaft with precum seeping from his tip. The want to actually be with her was going to be a running theme, he decided as he again found himself fantasizing about wrapping himself in the sage colored sheets she laid in.

treatpeoplewkisses: I love being your daddy especially since I know now it makes you feel so good

treatpeoplewkisses: you're such a good girl, you know that?

When her message didn't immediately come through, Harry took a second (a long second without his hand on his cock) to kick off his pants and leave him with his boxers tossed off to the side and his trousers in a pile on the floor. He adjusted his position on his bed, resting his head on his pillows with his bedding ruched around his form. Pulling his shirt high up on his chest to leave the full of his abdomen on display, Harry reached for his phone in a rush and settled his fist loosely around the base of his cock.

sunflowerssweetheart: every time you say that it makes me s o wet I can't stop touching myself daddy

Harry didn't even think before he typed out his response.

treatpeoplewkisses: show me

He knew he was making a bold request, and he didn't want to push her into sending more than she was comfortable with, but he needed to see her. Just the idea of seeing her hand tucked between her thighs, under the silk of her panties, made his cock throb. (Besides, whether or not she sent him anything more, he would still fulfill his side and send her as many pictures and videos as she may want).

A moment later, another photo came through that filled the length of Harry's screen. Much like the first view, the camera focused on the full of her body with the duvet fluffed around her. Though her face was still cut from frame, traces of her hair could be seen curling down her neck and brushing her shoulders before the rest of it was swiped out of view. He followed the line of her neck down to the slope of her shoulders where the strap of her bralette was falling down to rest at the mid of her bicep. The skirt of her bralette had shifted just barely from the last photo she sent, offering a small look at the under curve of her breasts. The line of her form drew him lower down her body to the flare of her hips where the main different in the photo took his breath away. Her panties were pushed to the middle of her thighs, legs spread apart. With her hand dipping towards her center, Harry was offered a full view of her slit, covered in a pearly sheen of her wetness. She was just as soaked as she had said and he had hoped—he would have easily slipped inside of her if he had been lucky enough to be there with her.

"Fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back into his pillows. His eyes squeezed shut as he stroked his cock in rough pulls with his phone clutched tightly in his other hand. His body practically keened as he worked himself harder; bending his knees, he curled his toes into the duvet with his tensed thighs beginning to ache though he paid it no mind. The cords of his muscles were ropes under his skin, abdomen tight and veins thrumming.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck sweetheart youre going to kill me you're so gorgeous

treatpeoplewkisses: I wish I could kiss you all over and take care of your pretty pussy

treatpeoplewkisses: looks so sweet baby

He couldn't stop himself before he pressed send on a third message, not caring if he came across as overeager.

sunflowerssweetheart: pleasee daddy I wish u were with me right now I want that so bad

As much as he wanted to message her back, his eyes were stuck on the new photo. What he wouldn't give to brush her hand out of the way and bury his face between her thighs; the slick of her pussy coating his chin with her thighs warming his ears as she tugged at his hair. Fuck, if he wasn't careful he was going to blow before he had a chance to really take care of her.

treatpeoplewkisses: youve got me so hard right now sweetheart and you're not even here, you're so gorgeous

He figured it was time to return the favor as Harry pressed on the camera icon. With his fingers looped around the base of his shaft, he positioned the camera to capture the full of his length. A sheen glimmered over his prick from when he smeared pearls of precum—like the one beginning to form at the crown of his cock—over himself. The camera shuttered as he took the photo, adding it to his message before pressing send. He made a lazy pass of his fist over his length as he typed.

treatpeoplewkisses: see what you do to daddy, baby?

sunflowerssweetheart: daddy I wish I could help you h my god

Harry whispered a string of curses as he read over her message, endeared by the small typos she made and the lack of her usual excessive punctuation and emojis. He liked to think she was too busy focusing on other things to be worried with those quirks.

treatpeoplewkisses: and you'd be so good for me wouldn't you? you'd let me fuck into your mouth and hand and get you all messy right?

His hips bucked into his hand at the thought of getting a sweet thing like her all messy with her spit running down her chin and over the curve of her pretty throat or even getting her hand sticky with his cum as she let him surround her with everything him. His body felt like a bow drawn tight, toes curled in the duvet and his teeth tightly holding his bottom lip between the blunt edges. He'd done sessions like this before with other viewers, but never had he felt so uninhibited and reeling from his own pleasure. No one had drawn a reaction like this from him when he didn't even know what they really looked like.

sunflowerssweetheart: I would daddy I would I promise

treatpeoplewkisses: I know you don't have to promise me I know sweetheart

treatpeoplewkisses: I can't imagine you being anything less than the best girl

Before he was too far gone to keep a leash on his control, Harry pulled up the camera application again. This time he swiped to the video option. He didn't pause the stroking of his cock, allowing his camera to adjust to the view before tapping on the record button. He was hyper aware of the wet noises escaping around his fist as he fought to keep his phone steady. Swiping his thumb over the ruddy head, focusing on the sensitive slit that leaked precum, he let out a rumbling moan that had built in his chest.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grumbled, his breathing shaky, "You'd let me cum in your pretty mouth if you were here right? You'd be good and clean me up, baby?"

He allowed a few more seconds of him jerking his cock before ending the recording. He didn't think before he pressed send, backtracking to read the praising texts she had sent while he was busy. A beat passed while he waited for her response, the spiral in his stomach tightening as he realized that she was most likely watching the video and listening to him talk just for her. He had to stop his hand at that thought, roughly fisting his base as he refused to finish before he received her reaction.

sunflowerssweetheart: daddy youve got me so close already I can't even breathe

God, she's so fucking hot. The perfect wet dream that had reached out to him herself.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? are you touching yourself how I would? teasing your pouty little clit and getting your fingers all wet before putting them inside?

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he really visualized that pretty body listening to his words and pleasing her pussy the way he would. He hissed a swear as he jerked his hand away from his cock. He instead dug his nails into the thick of his thigh, the pinpoints of pain allowed for a string of clarity to seep through his system. His cock ached and he knew he didn't have much time left if he kept his fist wrapped so tightly around his shaft.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes yes yes im picturing you doing all of it

His cock jumped in response, aching for Harry to resume his attention. He was going to be so sensitive when he finally found the control to keep going.

treatpeoplewkisses: you'd let me do whatever I wanted right? let me take care of you like I want?

sunflowerssweetheart: please daddy

Harry relented then, unable to beat the temptation and resumed the heavy pulls of his cock through his tight fist. He had been right, he was undeniably sensitive, his stomach jumping at the feel of his warm, slick hand running along his shaft and tracing the thick vein that snaked along the underside. He couldn't stop himself before scrolling to her photo again, fixing his gaze on her slick pussy and teasing hand. Squeezing his eyes shut as a thrum of pleasure worked its way through his tensed muscles, Harry could still see the ghost of her form on the inside of his eyelids.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck I wish I could love all over your pretty body

treatpeoplewkisses: mark you up and give you pretty bruises on your neck and move your bra out of the way and tease your tits

treatpeoplewkisses: you'd let me eat out your pretty cunt too right?

sunflowersweetheart: I wish you were here daddy I'd let you do anything you wanted everything

His teeth sunk harshly into his bottom lip as he read over her message, chest tightening at the thought of her letting him do anything and everything he wanted. He was a giver, so that was music to his ears.

treatpeoplewkisses: show me how well youre taking care of yourself sweetheart I want to make sure youre doing it right

When the video came in, Harry forced himself to stop his hand around the base of his cock in a reprimanding fist. He knew, just from the blurred thumbnail alone, that this was something that would test the strength of his control. He would rather not play with temptation, especially with the way his prick throbbed in his hand.

Pressing play, his sweetheart's video filled his screen and played with the soft audio sounding in the silence of his room. It gave him a view between her spread legs, her panties hanging off her ankle in the corner of the frame. Harry's eyes were fixed on her fingers as they swiped through her wet slit, her fingertips glistening in the light before she tucked them inside her weeping hole. The sounds of her wetness came in wet gasps around her fingers as she thrusted them in and out. She played a game with herself, taking her fingers from inside and swiping them over her folds and circling her clit before slipping back inside. He could see her fingers curl inside her before a gasp sounded in the background, hips bucking towards her camera in a spastic moment. It wasn't until she whimpered out a small call of daddy did Harry's cock jump in his tight grip and his jaw locked into a grit as he kept in his own noises in favor of listening to her.

Harry watched it two times over, the volume turned up as he listened to her moans and squeaks as he chanced strokes of his hand over his length. That peek at the sound of her voice was enough to bring his heart to a stutter with his eyes rolling to the back of his head with his honorific wrapped in her tone ringing through his ears. He dropped his phone for a moment, running his hand heavily through his hair and tugging at the roots as her video replayed on the inside of his eyelids. When he found a moment of clarity, he struggled with swiping away from the video to respond to her, but he knew he couldn't keep her waiting.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck you almost made daddy cum sweetheart you're so sexy

sunflowerssweetheart: im so close daddy I keep watching your video and I cant calm down

Pumping a lingering stroke over his cock, Harry cupped the head in his palm and thumbed around the mushroomed shape. He groaned as he read over her message, tugging himself closer and closer with his precum smearing into his already sticky hand. He was going to cum soon if the snug spiral waiting under the muscles of his stomach meant anything.

treatpeoplewkisses: yeah? you wanna cum with me? show daddy how good ive made you feel?

A string of curses fell from his lips as he threw his head back into his pillows, thumbing at his weeping slit with his sweetheart starring in his private fantasy. If she sent him anything else, another photo or video, he was going to be done for.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes yes pleaseeee

sunflowerssweetheart: can I see you daddy please I need you

For a split second, he was tempted to utilize the chat-cam feature at the top corner of the chat—to pull up a call with her to see her exact reactions in the moment. But, he didn't want to push her, scare her into never contacting him again. Instead, he pulled open his camera and focused it on his cock. Pressing record, he recalled the images of her body with the curves of her breasts and her fingers inside her pussy. The soft of her glistening skin was imprinted in his mind, wishing he could feel her against him. Her voice echoed through his head, tiny squeaks and gasping breaths wrapping around his lungs and squeezing until his own breathing came in labored puffs. All the while he worked his hand in swift and rough strokes over his length, his balls tight against the underside as he allowed the full of his pleasure to wash over his body.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he moaned, voice grumbling and low as it left his throat, "Cum with daddy, baby, cum with me." His camera work became shaky as he started to unravel, unaware of the slew of swears that left his lips as his hand sped up before his cum erupted in ropes from his tip. A deep, roiling groan came from his chest as the spurts landed on his thighs and pooled over his fist in pearly runs. Her petname was dispersed through his moans, calling to her as if she would suddenly appear to clean him up with the soft of her hand and the slick of her tongue.

Harry was barely even aware as he pressed send on the video, his chest heaving as he sunk into his bed. His eyes fluttered closed as aftershocks of his orgasm shuttered through his body, muscles rippling. Before he could calm any, he remembered he was going to receive a video of her cumming, his sensitive cock throbbing at the thought. He didn't think he could do it, but if anything could make him cum twice in such little time, this would be it.

When he did receive the video, the timestamp at the bottom was less than thirty seconds though the thumbnail was enough to squeeze his lungs just at the sight. Pressing play, he knew he was much too sensitive to tug at his softening prick, but he was tempted. Again, he was given a view between her legs, with her fingers already tucked inside with the slick noises sounding as she rapidly thrusted them through her folds. Her palm was pressed tightly against her clit as she smeared over it in rough circles. Her moans worked like music to his ears, his hypersensitive body protesting at the reactions she was pulling from him though Harry didn't wish it to stop for a second.

"Daddy," she squeaked, her tone standing out starkly against the slick noises of her fingers, "Daddy, I'm cumming—oh my god!" Her breathing came out in gasped pants, growing higher in pitch as her fingers quickened in pacing. Her hips bucked into her hand, fucking her fingers harshly with her clit pressed tight into the ball of her palm. She eventually melted as she came down, sinking into the mattress with the tufts of her duvet wrapping around her form in waves.

The video ended with her fingers being pulled out from inside her clenching hole. Her palm was slicked with her cum while her fingers were soaked and glistening in the light. His eyes were fixed to that final view, gaze going hooded as he wanted nothing more than to clean her up and taste her slick on his tongue.

treatpeoplewkisses: fuck sweetheart I wish I was there to clean you up

While he waited for her response, he stood on wobbly legs and made it to his bathroom for a towel to clean himself. He kept the conversation pulled up on his phone, an eye trained on the messages as he swiped the drying cum from the muscles of his stomach and the palm of his hand. When the message came in, he rushed with wet hands to find her response.

sunflowerssweetheart: I don't think ive cum that hard in so long

sunflowerssweetheart: thank u daddy

The emoji he had missed was stamped at the end, the pouting eyes bubbling on his screen. Making his way back to his bedroom with a pair of boxers now slung low on his hips, he resisted the urge to rewatch one of her videos though he knew his overworked body couldn't take it.

treatpeoplewkisses: feel good sweetheart? need any more tonight?

He knew he was fucked, but if she wasn't done for the night, he was going to find it in himself to go again. Anything to make sure she was feeling satisfied.

sunflowerssweetheart: no im okay now I had alot of classes today so I think I might nap but thank you

Before he had a chance to message her back, a longer text was sent with the lack of her usual emojis and emoticons.

sunflowerssweetheart: im sorry I cant afford all the premium pricing and everything but thank you for still playing with me and all

sunflowersweetheart: this was so needed ngl haha

A small smile tugged at Harry's lips. She really was a sweetheart, he decided—she was thanking him for helping her cum as if he hadn't got just as much out of this deal.

treatpeoplewkisses: don't worry about any of that okay? this is jsut for you and me don't worry about anything else. im happy I could take care of you sweetheart I only want you to feel good anyway I can

treatpeoplewkisses: message me whenever you need me okay? sweet dreams, baby

sunflowerssweetheart: I will h I promise

The final glimpse of her text was punctuated with her emoji, Harry's gaze lingering on her message for a second longer before he locked his device. He fell back into his bed, his fatigued muscles sinking heavily into the mattress.

Shit.

Harry jumped when his phone went off again, the notification stunning his slowly unraveling muscles. He moved lethargically as he reached for his phone, the grey notification bar boasting a regular text message.

Veronica P.

Hey Harry, I just saw your message! Prof Marai just dismissed class, but when I get back to my dorm I can send you the notes from today if you still wanted them! Sorry to hear you're not feeling well, though. Let me know if you're going to have to miss any more days and I can send you all of the notes!

A huff of a laugh left his lips as he dropped his phone on his comforter and shuttered his eyes. He had forgotten all about the first half of his day, if he was being honest. At least he was going to get his notes.

—————

It'd been days since (Y/N) felt this relaxed.

She'd been stressed for days, worried about Harry and what it all meant since he'd gone so quiet. The day before, she bit the bullet and finally messaged H from the cam-site and took him up on the offer to reach out to him whenever she needed him. Because of that conversation, she'd finally been able to relax, even with the knowledge that the following day would be her last tutoring session with Harry before the retake.

Though she felt a tint of nerves when she thought about Harry and how she was going to navigate the session with him, the edge was missing now that she wasn't so tightly strung. All she needed was for the distance that had grown between her and Harry to have dissipated. She missed him; she missed the guy she got to know while laying in the middle of a trampoline on Halloween night.

In trying to think of anything she could do to bridge the gap she now felt between them, she texted Harry with a plan to meet up outside of the library. She hoped that maybe, if she got him out of that academic setting, he would feel comfortable with her again. She hoped, at the very least, it would make him smile again.

hey! do u want to meet at caffeine dreams today instead of the library??? i feel like we spend so much time there ahaha

(Y/N) almost didn't expect any response from him. She had begun to get used to the way that he would dodge any subject matter with her that wasn't physics based, so even this made her feel like she was going out on a limb. When her phone did go off, she tried not to drop it in the rush she felt to read the message.

Harry

Sounds good! See you soon!

Her shoulders dropped at the tone of his text. He already seemed so drained of her and they hadn't even met up yet.

But, she wasn't going to give up yet. She was going to go and try her best to mend whatever had been broken between them. She didn't want this to stop when they had nothing else left to review; she didn't want to go back to being silent seatmates now that she knew what it was like to be his friend.

—————

(Y/N) made a point to get to the coffee shop fifteen minutes before their agreed meeting time. With her school bag slung over her shoulder, she worried her fingers and the polish on her nails while she waited in line, spotting Trystan at his usual helm behind the register. By the time it was her turn, she felt she had worried her fingertips into smooth pads with the prints picked away.

"Hi (Y/N)," Trystan smiled at her, already typing in her usual order of a sweetened chai latte with almond milk.

"Hey," she peeped, bouncing on her tip-toes before interrupting him from ringing up her order, "Could you add a plain black coffee to my order, too, today?"

Trystan's bronze-hued brows rose at her request, with his gaze flicking to her before dipping to the screen in front of him, "Sure. Are you meeting that Harry guy today?"

(Y/N) nodded her head, a slight furrow lacing her brows, "How did you know?"

"You only get a black coffee if it's for him—and you only get nervous ordering like that when you don't know what to get," Trystan smiled, taking his time ringing her up with the lack of line waiting behind her.

"I just never know what to get him; he changes his order all the time," she whined, her nail polish falling victim to her restless fingers.

"He came in a couple of weeks ago, and I think he got something like this, so I think you did good. Don't worry so much, (Y/N). If it's wrong I'll just make whatever he wants on the house so you still look good. How is everything with him, anyway?" She tried not to visibly deflate at the question, not wanting to give away all of her feelings, but Trystan's keen eye caught it all. "What happened? Ny told me she was sure he liked you."

"I don't know," she shrugged, "He's just been weird since that Monday you came by, and I don't know what I did. Today is the last time we're meeting up before my retake, so I'm just trying to fix it before he doesn't have a reason to talk to me."

"I'm sure it'll all be okay, (Y/N)," Trystan consoled, fishing out the oversized coffee mugs from under the counter, "Maybe he's just not sure how you feel, so he's pulling back. He'd be an idiot to not be falling all over himself for you, I promise."

"You're just saying that because I helped you get laid," (Y/N) teased, passing over her card for him to run.

Trystan made a noncommittal shrug of his shoulder, a sly tilt to his lips, "Maybe that's part of it, but I'm taking all the credit for finally asking Oliver out, even if you played matchmaker." He handed over the receipt, before a serious set colored his features, "But really. I'm sure everything is going to go just fine with your Harry. But, if not, just let me know and I'll make sure to mess up all of his orders for the rest of his life and always spell his name wrong."

"Thanks, Trystan," (Y/N) laughed, genuinely grateful that her roommate had introduced her to the cafe so she could get to know someone like him, "When you see him come in, just let him know I'm towards the back."

Trystan sent her off with her numbered receipt, promising to knock some sense into Harry if he had to. (Y/N) only shook her head before finding her spot in the back: a quiet booth swathed in rich tones of emerald green and warm oak panels. She situated herself to get a good view of the front door so she could keep an eye out for Harry, though the thought of seeing him put a pit in her stomach.

While she waited, their coffees were dropped off on mismatched saucers, their orders scribbled around the rim in dry erase marker. (Y/N) carefully sipped on her own, forcing her eyes to her laptop where she searched for a distraction in the notes pulled open on her screen. In her quest to tear her mind off of Harry, she almost missed him when he walked through the door. She could hear the faint sound of her name coming from Trystan as he told Harry where she was stationed. If she hadn't had her gaze glued to him, she would have missed the way Harry's shoulders dropped when he turned his eyes to Trystan, juxtaposing the polite smile on his face.

She knew there was something off going on between them, but she hadn't expected him to be so disappointed to see her.

Nonetheless, Harry followed the directions and rounded the main counter to scan the line of booths with (Y/N) sitting in the very back. When he spotted her, a small smile curled onto his lips. Still, it wasn't the same. There was no flush to his cheeks like he used to have, instead just a simple curl of his lips that felt tight.

"Hi," he mumbled, dropping into the booth across from her with his seafoam green cardigan taking the spot beside him.

"Hi, Harry," (Y/N) greeted him, perking up in hopes of him matching her energy, "How are you? How was class?"

"Good, it was good, thank you. How about you?" Harry answered, readying his supplies to be spread across the surface of the table. He didn't seem to notice the mug sitting just off to the side of him, instead fixing his attention to the physics literature.

"Mine was good, thanks," (Y/N) peeped out, already feeling some of her hope deflate at how surface level this interaction was becoming.

"I was thinking we could start with that last unit today, make sure you're comfortable with it before Friday," Harry prattled off, barely lifting his gaze from his textbook even as he reached towards his highlighter that had rolled just a little too close to the cup of coffee with his name scribbled on the saucer. His fingers bumped into the ceramic, finally catching his attention and pulling it from the academic hole he was intent on digging for them. "This is for me?"

(Y/N) smiled as he directed his wide eyes in her direction, the familiar rosy hue she had missed beginning to work its way up his neck. "Yeah, I thought it would help since you just got out of class and everything. Did I do okay? I know you change your order a lot, so I'm never sure what to get you."

He dipped his gaze to the streaky black words that detailed the rich liquid in the cup, a shy smile working its way on his lips with a dimple denting his cheek. She had missed that look.

"'S perfect. Thank you."

"Really?" (Y/N) bubbled off, feeling the tense in her muscles finally begin to dissipate, "I had to ask Trystan if it was right, since he's so good at catching and remembering orders and everything."

The easy smile that had drifted over Harry's features slunk away at the sound of her friend's name. "Trystan?"

"He's the guy up front right now—he actually came by Stanfill's class just a little bit ago, remember? He's really good at remembering orders and everything since he works here," (Y/N) trailed off, swallowing once she recognized the disconnected look in Harry's eyes.

"Oh, yeah," Harry mumbled, reaching for the still hot coffee though he didn't flinch when it touched his tongue.

"He—um—he owed me one," she explained, "The chai, I mean. I had stayed up all night with him the day before Halloween trying to help him get ready to ask this guy Oliver out. I told him I would help if he promised to bring me a free drink at some point—I hadn't been serious, but I wasn't going to say no when he really did bring one."

A switch flipped over Harry's head as she spoke. "He has a boyfriend?"

(Y/N) shrugged, busying herself with a small sip of her own drink, "Well, not yet, they've only gone out on one date so far, but I'm sure they'll be a couple soon."

Something seemed to be lifted off of Harry's shoulders at her short explanation. A shift had come over his demeanor, and (Y/N) wished she knew what had caused it. She figured maybe today had just been a coffee day, the extra caffeine needed after he'd had a long day. School was something that easily stressed Harry out, so maybe this was all he needed to get him out of his funk. No matter what, she wasn't going to question it. As long as he stayed this way and didn't step back into the chilly distance that had separated them before.

"That's very nice of you, (Y/N)," Harry smiled, a genuine light reaching his eyes as he cradled his mug between his hands, "I'm happy for him."

"I didn't do much, but it was my idea on how he should ask him," she smiled proudly, eager to make the most out of anything that wasn't science talk with Harry, "I even helped him plan out where they should go and everything. From what I heard, it turned out really romantic."

Harry's eyes didn't stray from her as she spoke. Instead, she was granted with that shy smile she'd yearned for and the familiar flush that had been missing from his cheeks. Though she decided it was the coffee and change of scenery that pulled him back on balance, she couldn't snuff the hope that it was really because of her.

—————

(Y/N) had learned her lesson the hard way about walking into a test with such blind confidence. This time around as she walked into Stanfill's classroom, she made a point to have very cautious expectations for herself.

The usually filled hall was left almost completely empty, spare for a handful of other students (Y/N) didn't recognize. She took her normal spot towards the back of the room, wishing Harry were there with her. Instead, she was left with the cup of tea he had recommended (caffeine jitters would only make it harder for her to concentrate, he had told her), and the review packet he had put together for her like the devoted tutor he'd become through all of this. She left her bag in a pile at her feet. Her rose tea warmed her palms as she fixed her gaze to the sole pen she had laid out in front of her. The other's around her didn't seem as high-strung as she, as far as she could tell from their relaxed postures and the way three of them were playing on their phones while the other two were half-asleep. She took a deep breath in hopes of centering herself, the floral fragrance of the tea wafting around her.

With another ten minutes before the official start time of the exam, (Y/N) couldn't help herself before she plucked out the review packet she had tucked away in her bag. Harry had preached to her that it wasn't always a good thing to do such last minute studying before a test—allowing her brain to process and digest information was much more important than imparting the same facts and formulas over and over in hopes of faster retention. But, she was afraid of the false security she had had last time, and didn't want a repeat of the embarrassment. Besides, Harry had only dropped off the packet the other day, and with the rest of the work she had left piling up in favor of focusing on the retake, (Y/N) only had a couple of hours here and there to skim the answers before her attention was diverted.

She planned on replacing her phone in her bag, the device to fill the space that the packet was leaving. Before slipping it in, she checked the screen for any notifications that couldn't wait until she finished. A text from Harry quickly stole her attention, the grey bar showing only a small preview of his message before it trailed off. She pulled up his thread with a swift drag of her thumb over the screen, a small smile growing on her face.

Harry

You've got this (Y/N)! I believe in you!! Text me when you're done, I want to know how it went:)

(Y/N) was a second away from melting into her seat as she read over the message. Her smile was large enough she worried it would split her cheeks when she imagined Harry taking the time to send her such a kind message when she knew he was busy with his own classes. He was too sweet for his own good.

After typing back a quick thank you and a promise to talk to him again after, she slipped her phone into her bag and pinned her attention to the study materials in front of her. The first few pages were simple formulas to remember with mnemonic devices to help, along with short explanations of why a specific theory was important. (Y/N) eased into the rhythm of studying, reading over the familiar material that Harry had done such a good job of teaching her. By the time she made it to the third page, she was happy she had chosen to look it over; her skims hadn't done the packet justice. There were sections she hadn't remembered were tucked inside, giving her more reason to pluck apart the information.

As she read over the small section Harry had devoted to all things about centripetal force, a small note in the bottom corner caught her eye.

you've got this, (Y/N)!!!! :)

It was scrawled in Harry's familiar handwriting, juxtaposing the typed font of the rest of the papers. (Y/N)'s eyes rounded out as she scanned over the note a handful of times. Flicking through the rest of the packet, she found similar notes sprinkled throughout. Some were encouraging pep talks she could hear in Harry's voice with others being small pictures with smiley faces. Each bit encouraged her the way only Harry was able to do. He really wanted her to do well, she could feel it with each scrawled note. He believed in her; he hadn't listened to any of her pouty declarations of being stupid and stuck to his conviction that she was smart enough to put even his grade to shame.

She knew she was meant to be concentrating on the exam that was bound to start in a few minutes, but (Y/N) was entirely too overwhelmed to think of anything but Harry. The crush she had harbored for him was small, at least that was what she had thought. But this—all these notes and the fact he wanted her to do well with no other motivation other than wanting good things for her—, the time they spent together at the Halloween party, and the way she had missed him so much when he had disconnected from her, made it all come to a head. Her simple affections for him had been innocent for so long, but now she wanted nothing more than to take this further.

She didn't care if she ended up looking too far into this all, and found that Harry was just a sweet, shy guy that extended a tender form of friendship to her. But she was willing to risk that kind of rejection when she remembered the shy smiles he directed towards the ground, the flush that permanently colored his cheeks, and the way he stuttered and stumbled over his words whenever he touched her. She really liked him.

Stanfill's monotone voice broke her from the conviction that was building in her head. His voice boomed through the near empty lecture hall, but it had nothing on the thundering of (Y/N)'s heart as she decided that she was going to have to start plucking up the courage to ask Harry to dinner. (Somewhere nicer than Wanda's, that's for sure).

When the final test in the stack made its way to (Y/N), she gave a final glance at one of the smiley messages Harry left for her before tucking it away.

—————

Being the first to finish her exam, (Y/N) pulled out her phone the second she was out in the hall.

i just finished!!! i think i did good but we'll have to see ! thank u for the study packet and all of the notes btw those really meant a lot to me to see them before the test

She pressed send on her message to Harry, hoping he understood how honest she was being in her appreciation for him. The butterflies in her tummy rose high enough to crowd her lungs when his response came through, her heart taking a vacation when she read the contents.

Harry

Of course! I'm so proud of you, (Y/N)!!

She all but floated home with those words replaying in her head.

—————

"Have y'looked yet?"

(Y/N) felt a shy smile creep onto her lips as Harry bumped his shoulder against her own. Stanfill had just dismissed class, leaving them to walk out to her car with (Y/N) staying closer to his side than she'd ever had before. Before leaving, Professor Stanfill had reminded the class that retake grades had been entered for anyone that had participated, and any questions over this grading had to be emailed to him before the end of the day. (Y/N) knew that morning that the grades were in, the notification dinging on her laptop before she left for class, but she was too scared to look. She wanted to wait for Harry.

She shook her head, the framing strands of hair around her face skimming her features. "No, I'm too scared."

"Why?" Harry bubbled, being the loud one for a change, "I know you've done amazing—you've got nothing to be scared of. Look right now while 'm with you."

Stopping at the curb before her parked car, (Y/N) fished out her phone. She tried to mask the shaking of her hands as she swiped open the notification, the fact that Harry was right beside her causing her heart to race more than the anticipation of her grades. Tapping through the app, (Y/N) found the retake results only to read over the numbers a handful of times.

"Well? What is it?"

Jumping to her toes, a broad smile split (Y/N)'s cheeks. "I got an 89%!"

Harry's brows jumped high over his eyes, raspberry colored lips working into a smile that rivaled her own. "Really?!"

"Yes! I did it!"

(Y/N) all but launched herself into his chest, locking her arms behind his neck as Harry stumbled backwards as he struggled to keep them upright. After a lag and a bit of hesitation, she felt his arms wrap around her middle, a sturdy cradle framing her body. Passing students walked around them, leaving just the remnants of their footsteps to be heard while they were enveloped in their faux-private moment.

Harry tucked his head into her neck, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "'M so proud of you, (Y/N). I knew y'could do it."

Her skin prickled at the sound of his deep voice whispering into her ear. A vague feeling of familiarity pinged in the back of her mind at the sound of that specific phrase wrapped in his voice. Maybe it had been from all the times she had read those same words in his voice, with the real thing eliciting a giddy shiver to run down her spine. That was all it was.

"Thank you for helping me," she mumbled into his shoulder, "I wouldn't have even done the retake if you hadn't been there to help. It means a lot, Harry."

A beat passed where his only response was a smile she could feel against the curve of her neck. By the time he hesitantly pulled away, (Y/N) returning to her natural height without the help of her tip-toes, Harry's face was flooded with a crimson warmth and sheepish dimples dented into his cheeks.

He couldn't meet her eyes, she noticed. He darted over her features as his arms fell from around her only to be bundled behind him with fingers tangled. Taking a deep breath, he looked towards his shoes, where the toes of his Vans kicked at the concrete under them. He looked nervous—more nervous than she'd seen him in months. Not since the first time he had stopped her to offer up his notes after lecture had she seen him like this

Just as she was going to ask if he was okay, Harry steeled his shoulders in an attempt to feign confidence as he drew his eyes to her. "M-Maybe we should celebrate."

"Yeah?" she pressed, unsure of why this avenue of conversation would make him so nervous, "What were you thinking?"

He brought a shaky hand to run through his hair, the curls tumbling between his fingers as he swallowed. "Maybe I could take you for dinner? Only if y'wanted to, though."

(Y/N) had to bite back the smile that was pushing at the corners of her lips, his demeanor beginning to make sense if she was right about where he was going with this. "Like a date?"

She didn't think it possible, but Harry's features flushed a deeper hue as he ran his hand messily through his strands a second time. "N-Not if y'don't want it to be," he choked out, voice small as he dipped his gaze to where (Y/N) was worrying the strap of her bag in her fist.

"Well, I guess it'll be a date then."

His curls flopped over his forehead with the way Harry whipped his head up to match her gaze. Deep dimples were thumbed into his cheeks with his lips growing into a smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, I would love to go on a date with you, Harry. Maybe this Friday?"

(Y/N)'s own heart was already beating like a hummingbird's at the fact Harry had asked her out, but there was something even more dream-inducing knowing that he was just as giddy as she was.

He nodded his head in eager jerks, speaking through a beaming smile. "That's... That's perfect. I'll text y'later with times and everything?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) breathed, edging towards her car, "I'll be waiting."

Before she drove off, (Y/N) is fairly certain she saw Harry in her rearview mirror dig his hands through his hair before dropping them to his sides as he smiled up at the sky.

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tension is the pulling force that guides an object

ahhhh!! its happening!!!! I cannot wait for everyone to see how it all comes together in the next part please lmk what you think ab this part and what you think might come next week!!! thank u sm for reading, and sorry for any mistakes!!

Until The End of Time

prompt: how long can she wait on harry to make a move? or are they always going to be stuck in this limbo.

warning: abo (if it’s not your thing don’t read; if you don’t know what it is - research before reading); possessive behavior, mention of blood, smut, minor dni

Authors note: for the finale of this week, a new trope officially. wolfrry! i worked extremely hard on this fic and while i was writing it -i hated it!!!! but after proofreading, it may be one of my favorite pieces i have ever written. thank you for the past year of support and how much we’ve grown together on this blog. all my love always. isla x

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Anne and Carla knew there was something unique about their children - instantly when they met.

It was like there was an invisible string that had been knitted around the toddler’s waists and tied to one another.

They gravitated towards each other since the first time they had crossed paths at the park when they were just around three years old.

They sought out each other to play with, sitting for hours in the sandbox together, searching for flowers in the little meadow, or chasing each other around.

Then it was guaranteed tears when it was time to go home, whereas YN would quietly whine, Harry would puff up and emit a squeaky growl to try to intimidate his mother.

YN wasn’t a weak omega, not even from the start, rarely did Harry’s baby alpha voice or threatening rumbles shake her up.

Harry was always temperamental. He had a close group of friends which later developed in his pack but he didn’t care much for random interaction.

He cared about YN. It was an innate need to protect her and make sure she was safe and happy. He didn’t listen to anyone on the matter.

Girls throughout their school careers crushed and lusted after the alpha. He was by far, the most wanted alpha on campus by betas and omegas a like.

Alpha’s hated Harry.

He never backed down to another alpha, he was a true leader - through and through - and everyone knew that he would replace his father one day.

The Styles protected a large expanse of the state, including all of the territories surrounding their homeland despite the wars that they have waged that included copious amounts of bloodshed and loss.

The Styles’ Pack has had dominance for hundreds and hundreds of years. Never once have they been able to be overthrown by another pack.

The Styles wolves were the strongest, biggest, and toughest purebreds - possibly in the world and rarely any group tried their luck.

It wasn’t a surprise that Harry was always looked at as the one omegas and betas should strive for.

Parents would ask their children over dinner, “Did you try to get to know that Styles’ boy? He’d be a wonderful alpha to bond with.”

All the answers were the same though, Harry would either blatantly ignore their existence or straight up turn them away with even looking at them.

It had all started back in the park one day.

-

YN was newly four and toddling around to look at everything at the playground - always inquisitive and curious, sometimes more than what was good for herself.

She didn’t gravitate towards the other children, quite frankly - there was a curly haired baby alpha that was bossing them all around anyways.

Her mother was deep in a romance novel on the park bench, knowing her daughter would keep out of trouble.

When YN spots a speckled, prickly caterpillar on a tree stump - her immediate reaction is to pick up the small creature, unaware of its venomous nature.

Out of nowhere, that same bossy alpha child with chocolate curls and intense green eyes smacks her hand away from the insect.

“That’s bad!” He scolds with a low, squeaky rumbling in his chest as he puffs it up as big as he can to show he means business, “Bad omega.”

YN turns back with a furrowed brow, teetering on tears as the boy attempts to grab her arm to pull her away from the caterpillar.

“C’mon,” He demands with as much firmness in his voice as he can muster at his age.

“No!” YN yells back, even at this young age, she wasn’t going to be controlled by some alpha that she doesn’t know.

Carla, YN’s mother, steps over to see what’s going on and sees her daughter’s wide, wet eyes .

She goes to pick YN up and is surprised when the boy growls at her before hissing, “Mine!”

Another dark haired woman is running up, scooping up the boy with embarrassed, pink-tinged cheeks as she apologizes profusely.

“I’m so sorry, he’s never done that before,” The woman tells Carla as she gives her son’s ear a pinch and he yelps like an injured pup.

YN tugs at her mother’s shirt until she’s hiked up onto her hip, glaring at the alpha with anger.

“Harry Edward Styles, apologize,” The woman chastises her son who’s still standing defensively and not breaking eye contact with YN.

Carla was going to give this woman an earful about teaching alpha’s to not be chaunventic pigs when she replays the name.

Harry Edward Styles.

The color drains from her face as she realizes that the boy is not just a normal child but the heir and next in line of the styles pack.

And that meant that woman with a firm grip on the boy was Anne Styles - The Anne Styles, the matriarch of the pack.

“I-it’s o-okay,” Carla stutters out, aware that she is conversing with near royalty right here at this little park a few streets down from her house, “H-have a g-good day.”

And that, she turns and quickly carries her daughter away from them, not wanting any trouble but Carla is nearly positive she heard Harry grumble after her daughter.

-

It’s mere days later when YN is dropped off in her first kindergarten class, sitting near other omegas that she got along with well.

That same alpha boy from the park is walked in by his mother. Unlike the other children who looked around with fright and had hesitation to step foot into the classroom - he didn’t have that.

Harry took confident strides instead, his shoulders as broad as he could make them appear and making sure his back was ramrod straight.

It was definitely a mixture of something that was innate to his gender but it was also obvious that arrogance and stance had most likely been instilled by his father.

He marches past the impatient beta boys waiting for his arrival, arriving right in front of YN, “You are the bad omega.”

And what ensues next has Anne and Carla called back to retrieve their children, YN lunges at the boy and tackles him to the ground.

And then their friendship developed from there.

-

Everyone knew they were destined to be bonded, there is a term called predetermined bond which is when an alpha and omega are solely meant for each other - it is physically impossible for them to try to soul bond with anyone else.

Predetermined soulmates were extremely rare but everyone in their packs and community had a hunch that they were.

Since kindergarten, the two had been attached at the hip - never went a day without talking or seeing each other.

People would have normally made fun of them but nobody dared to tease the Styles' Alpha and in turn, that protected YN from torment.

Anne and Carla knew earlier on, there had been a day where YN had shown up at school - ill with a stomach bug.

Harry had come home and demanded that his mother take him to YN’s house to see her.

Anne suggests just calling to check in but Harry had an absolute meltdown like he’d never had before - only calming once they were in the car on their way.

However, it was shocking to nearly everyone that high school had come and gone but they still weren’t dating yet.

By the time they were in their mid-twenties, they hadn’t dated, let along mated and soul bonded yet to everyone's surprise.

They were still absolutely fused at the hip, Harry acted as YN’s alpha and did everything for her a mate would do but they never had titles.

Harry had never allowed himself to kiss her even because he knew that once he tasted her, he would mate her - instinct and all.

The reason they had not made progress was fear, both were too afraid to make the further step - not wanting to risk their friendship.

Despite how obvious it was to literally everyone else on the earth how much they were meant to be - they were the two most oblivious people on the earth.

Harry knew that he wanted YN as his soulbond, he’d been in love with her for as long as he’s known but he couldn’t risk losing her if she didn’t feel the same way.

Instead, he pushed it down and dated other people, sometimes omegas but mostly betas - not one omega has he met that even came close in comparison to the gorgeous, honey-sweet omega he really wanted.

Relationships never worked out for either of them. It was toxic in a way, they didn’t want to admit they wanted each other but they didn’t want the other to have anyone else.

Neither of their partners ever appreciated how close they were, always breaking up with a suspicion that they had been cheated on.

YN had been dating Peter for a short while, she was feeling pressured into settling down, bonding, and began having children.

Peter was fine, he seemed to be loyal, a good provider, what omegas should look for in an alpha but YN didn’t feel that bond deep in her bones.

He didn’t hold the same power that Harry did and she hates to compare them but they’re just not the same in their secondary gender.

If an obnoxious alpha comes on YN in a bar with Peter, he nicely asks the man to back off or even leaves YN to deal with it.

If YN is with Harry and someone comes onto her, he’s off his stool, broadening his shoulders, and flashing his sharp canines while emitting a warning growl from the depth of his chest.

It’s over-the-top, makes the male run off with his tail between his legs, and then Harry will just turn around with a possessive grin on his face before he rubs his nose against her jaw to scent her.

“You’re ridiculous,” YN giggles, fingers weaving into his long locks and scratching at his scalp until he grumbles happily like a puppy.

Harry doesn’t think twice before protecting YN, he nearly unconsciously steps in front of her and does anything to make her life easier.

-

YN was dreading introducing Harry to Peter - it was never a good time when either of them tried to introduce a new significant other.

YN pushes the reason why to the back of her head but she knows in her heart - they are each other’s soulbond but they’re so protective of their friendship they’d never want to risk it.

YN refused to take the first step.

It was just a casual get together at a pub, with Harry’s pack but also YN’s friends as well, on a Friday night in the city.

As soon as Peter and YN arrive at the table, Harry’s eyes narrow in on where his arm is wrapped around her waist and he grits his teeth together to stop from making a remark.

“Harry, this is Peter,” YN clears her throat nervously as her boyfriend sticks out his bare hand to shake her best friend’s ringed, tattooed one.

“A pleasure,” The alpha responded curtly, he squeezed Peter’s hand so hard that the man pulled it back with a wince and a yelp, “Sorry mate, don’t know my own strength sometimes.”

The most obvious assertion of dominance, Harry need Peter to know that he’s in charge of this situation.

“Harry,” YN scolds sharply, getting even more frustrated when he just raised his eyebrow at her with a shit-eating grin like he’s all innocent.

“S’fine,” Peter mumbles embarrassed, having an alpha just claim dominance over him - one of the most humiliating public displays, Harry took pleasure in doing so.

It’s only been thirty minutes until YN can no longer take Harry’s backhanded remarks, blunt questions, and overall pompous demeanor towards the poor weaker alpha.

“Harry, now,” YN interrupts the conversation as he makes Peter uncomfortable for the upteenth time and leaves her barstool without another glance back at the men.

She manages to get to the fire escape entrance to the side alleyway of the brick building before Harry catches up with her.

It's a freezing, warm breath turning into a visible smog as YN wraps her bare arms around herself to keep in some of the warmth.

“Here,” Harry rasps automatically, shimmying off his wool coat to let YN shimmy into but she instead glares at him and refuses to uncross her arms.

“No.”

Harry snarls at her, “It wasn’t a question, mutt.”

He physically unwraps her arms and roughly gets the coat on her body because he wasn’t going to let her go cold even if she wanted to prove a point.

Harry can’t help himself, rarely can, because she has her boyfriend inside the bar but Harry’s nuzzling at her jaw and laying his scent on her.

“I’m gonna smack you,” YN warns with a grunt as she pushes Harry back, she really wanted to keep him there, let him nuzzle and claim her but she knew she couldn’t - it felt painful to push him back.

Harry’s eyes are still narrowed as he watching YN, he’s not happy about being denied physical touch - was always unhappy about it.

“Why’d you call me out here, pup?” Harry drawls, he kicks at the gravel underneath his leather boots as the cold wind blows his hair.

He doesn’t get cold, it’s the wolf in him, that this intense biting weather doesn’t even make him shiver at all.

“You need to stop,” YN huffs out, shoving her hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, trying not get overwhelmed by his scent - sandalwood and cinnamon, “Leave ‘em alone.”

Harry’s upper lip snarls again at the request, he hated being told what to do, especially when it came to his natural instinct.

“You’re not going to tell me how to protect you,” Harry growls defiantly, the timbre of his voice growing in volume as he gets upset.

“You’re going to ruin this for me,” YN points out, getting louder herself because he just doesn’t listen - so fucking stubborn.

“Good,” He hissed out, he was radiating power and confidence - it was pissing her off because he could act like this but never take the next step.

“You’re being an ass,” She seethes furiously, she pokes her finger at his hard chest, “Leave Peter alone. Do you hear me?”

“Mm, you look gorgeous tonight,” The alpha nearly purrs, a total distraction to try to get him out of trouble - she can tell he wants to reach out and tug her closer.

“I fucking can’t with you tonight,” YN groans in exasperation as she shrugs off his jacket and throws it back at him before storming back inside the bar.

When she arrives back at the table, everyone looks up at them, including Peter who has a confused smile on his face until YN states, “We’re leaving, let’s go.”

Peter complies without question, saying quiet farewells to the pack before hopping off his barstool and slipping on his jacket - handing YN hers.

Harry appears again, displeased with the sight in front of him as he watches Peter zip up YN’s jacket, when they’re about to leave the table - Harry grabs her wrist in a possessive squeeze and low growl only she could hear.

He can feel how quick her pulse is, how her body aches to nestle against his, and let herself be his but she only allows it for a moment before she’s pulling away.

Once they disappear from the busy bar, Harry slumps back down onto his stool, and swigs down the beer in front of him much too quickly.

“Alpha, you know what you need to do,” Niall speaks up, eyeing his leader warily, “She is waiting for you to take the next step. Why make this go on any longer?”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Harry demands, his voice loud and deep enough to quiet down the busy bar, “You’re my beta. Know your fucking place in this pack before I show you.”

Niall lowers his head submissively to show his apology, eyes glued to the wood table in front, and baring the back of his neck as a sign of vulnerability and trust to his leader.

It doesn’t ease the tension, Harry is storming out of the bar before Niall can even look up, just catching his back through the front door.

-

It’s been about three month of YN and Peter’s relationship and Harry is getting absolutely fed up with it.

Everyone notices he’s been more possessive than usual, wanting to be next to her at all times, scenting her when no one is looking, intimidating her boyfriend at every chance he gets.

It’s pack game night, where they all sit around, drink beer, and play games until they either pass out from the booze or exhaustion.

Harry’s been in a sour mood since they’ve started dating and everyone has felt it - he was uptight, angry like he gets anytime she’s in a relationship.

YN gets up after a round of Phase Ten to use the bathroom, Harry sits back in his chair at the head of the table - arms crossed, muscles flexed, and inked in dark tribal designs that run from his fingertips to his neck.

“How’s everything going with you two?” Chelsea asks Peter as she sips at alcoholic seltzer, just trying to make conversation.

“Excellent. I, well, I know it’s only been a few months but I’m really considering asking YN if she’ll bond with me,” He replies a bit sheepishly, eyes darting around the table to gauge reactions.

“Over my dead fucking body,” Harry roars, kicking back his chair, and slamming his fist on the table, “How fucking dare you even speak like that.”

Peter, who is normally quiet and non-confrontational, honestly tries to avoid Harry like the plague despite he’s everywhere YN is.

“I don’t need your permission. She doesn’t belong to your pack, you're not her alpha,” Peter responds tersely, pushing his chair back as well as he keeps direct eye contact with the leader - struggling not to submit to the leader.

That comment shot straight down onto Harry’s spine, sending fireworks of rage exploding behind his eyes at the audacity this guy had saying these things in his house.

Harry can feel his body starting to shift into wolf form, has to take multiple deep exhales through his nose to come back from the edge - knows he’ll kill him if he shifts.

He’s holding himself with his shoulders broad, chest puffing in and out, and his sharp canines flashing at his opponent.

“She is mine. You will not bond her. You will not ever let that thought cross through your thick fucking skull again,” Harry orders in his full blown alpha voice, it’s deep and loud enough to shake the glasses on the table.

All his packmates are on high alert now, standing as well, in case they need to protect Peter from Harry’s wrath - if he does something he’d regret later.

The pack didn’t need Peter’s blood on their hands.

Harry would gladly coat the walls in it.

Peter’s lips visibly quiver, hands shaking as he realizes he truly is not a match for the massive alpha in front of him - especially when it comes to a mate.

Peter realizes that it isn’t worth his life, YN was a nice girl but he couldn’t compete with the elite alpha who wouldn't back down - hasn’t in the past three months.

“You know, you win, Styles. It was never going to work anyways. I’m not an idiot, I can smell you on her constantly - you purposely make her reek before she sees me,” He accuses with his fist clenched at his sides.

“I don’t know why you haven’t mated her but you act as if she’s your mate without the mark, I can feel the bond. I see the lovebites you leave to claim her. You’ve ruined her for anyone other than yourself, you selfish prick.”

YN, who had witnessed the whole interaction from the doorframe, steps back into the room, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and anger as they flicker between both men.

“Get out, Peter,” YN breathes through the thickness in her throat, “If I’m too ruined for you than get the fuck out this house.”

Harry shamelessly preens with pride as his betas hussle the douchebag out of the dining room before he can say anything else to YN.

The alpha starts to stalk towards YN but she’s not done speaking, “As for you. Don’t you need to come near me right now, Styles.”

-

“You’re not a half-bad kisser, Styles,” YN giggles girlishly as they sit in the secluded forest behind Harry’s parents home and territory.

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone else be your first kiss, did you?” He replies with his own chuckle before brushing another soft kiss against her lips.

-

“Don’t you dare fucking growl at me either,” She scolds as Harry starts to let a low predatory vibration swirl through his chest, flashing his teeth at her in displeasure for her request but he respects it.

The rumbling gets lower but it doesn’t totally disappear.

“It’s really unfair, you know,” YN bites out but as she keeps speaking her voice begins to wobble and get shakier by the end, “It’s unfair that you’ve ruined me for anyone else but refuse to claim me as yours.”

Harry’s hackles go up defensively at this, his hand splintering the wood of the chair as he leans on it to prevent himself from moving, “Don’t act like I haven’t claimed you since we were babies. There’s a reason you’ve never had a boyfriend for more than a handful of months why alphas steer clear of you - because I’ve claimed you and I’m all over you.”

“If you claimed me, I would have had your knot and a scar on my neck to prove so!” YN shouts back, chest heaving with emotion as she tries to control the boiling over tears.

And Harry is finally silent, taken aback by her blunt words, and how livid she is with him in this moment - he wants to grab her, sink his teeth into the meat of her neck and bond them for life.

How could she not know?

“Mutt, c’mon,” Harry begins but is cut off by her waving her hand to dismiss his words and announcing, “Fuck this, I’m leaving. Don’t even think about following me.”

Harry resists the urge to break every single piece of furniture in his house because he can’t lose her, his mate, twin flame, soul bond because he’s scared of rejection.

-

He ends up at his mum’s estate, sat in the kitchen with a steaming cup of tea that she’d forced upon his before sliding a tray of biscuits on the table.

“What’s the late visit for?” Anne questions curiously as she sits across from her son - the tension in the line of his jaw visible.

“YN is my soulmate,” Harry blurts out, eyes focused on where he’s swirling the spoon in his cup, “I don’t know why I haven’t acted on it sooner. I love her with all of my being.”

Anne chuckles with a secret humor in her tone, reaching over to squeeze his hand, “Darling, it’s been obvious since you were young. It’s been fate since the beginning. You’ve been obsessed with her since you were a babe.”

-

“Mumma,” Harry grunts ambivalently, “M’not going into the park until YN gets here.”

“Honey, Carla said they’re running a few minutes behind. I’m sure YN wouldn’t mind if you started playing without her,” Anne assured him with a pat to shoulder to encourage him.

“No,” He pouts with the finality of an adult as he patiently waits for his friend to arrive, a wide smile blossoming when she runs up and they can finally get into playing.

-

“Then why haven’t I done it, Mum?” Harry huffs out, burying his face in his hands as he groans with the amount of frustration he feels towards himself.

“Despite you being the new alpha of the pack. A big bad fearless alpha who has witnessed much bloodshed to protect your people, you are afraid,” Anne tells him seriously, “You bottle everything up. Your biggest fear in this life is getting rejected by YN - even though she has been waiting for you for years.”

Harry is trying to process everything his mum is saying as she continues, “If she didn’t know you were the one, she would never have allow led you to scent or mark her skin. She would have been bonded to a capable alpha right now - she’s a viable, beautiful omega who didn’t need to wait around but she has.”

“Mum-“ Harry starts but doesn’t know what to say as he starts to push back his chair, he just arrived but he has to go.

“Go dear, it’s about time,” Anne encourages softly as she watches with pride as her son leans over to kiss her cheek before disappearing through the front door.

-

YN was getting sleepy, the campfire was still blazing and the back had barely simmered down but she didn’t have the energy of a wolf.

Peter was having no problem chatting up everyone who came, playing nice guy, and sipping much too quickly on hard cider.

Harry notices right away when YN has hit her limit, eyelids get heavy and her blinks get slower, she places her water down.

She’s waiting for Harry.

The alpha separates from his friends, he knows he’s ‘technically’ overstepping from an outside perspective because she’s Peter’s girlfriend but when it comes to it - she belongs to him.

“Getting tired, mutt?” Harry draws as he stands in front of her, already knowing she’ll deny it like she’s always done.

“M’not,” She argues weakly, rubbing her eye and smearing a bit of her mascara.

“Mmm, sure look knackered to me. C’mon, puppy. Let me get you up to bed,” Harry nearly coos, it’s quite sickening how this big bad alpha bows to his omega - his pack knows better than to comment on it.

“Gotta say goodnight to Pet-“

“Nonsense, don’t need to do that. Let me get you to a nice warm bed, hm? S’getting cold out here. I’ll let him know later,” He lies, knowing damn well he wouldn’t do such a thing.

Harry was actually planning to go back to the party after she fell asleep for the night but once she dressed in one of his shirts and wriggled into the satin of his sheet - he was torn.

When YN mumbled, half-asleep, “H, need a cuddle to go to sleep.”

“Want me to go get Peter?” He quips with a harsh tone, it made him completely obvious and made YN frown at him.

“Want you, please?”

He can’t fucking say no to her is the thing.

He’s never been able to.

So he’s locking his door, shucking off his clothes, and slipping into the bed with her - chuffing and purring to get her to sleep.

-

He’s at the front door of her apartment, of course he has a key but it doesn’t feel right to barge in right now so he knocks.

He’s a wolf, supernatural if you will, he can hear that she’s moving about in her small home - her heartbeat upticking at the hard sound.

YN takes her good ole’ time getting to the door, to switch the lock, and open it a bit begrudgingly before moving aside to let him in.

After it’s closed, she turns to him with a pursed expression - her swollen eyes and damp cheeks giveaway her sorrow.

It’s fucking heartbreaking.

“I’ve failed you,” Harry whispers, shame lacing through his tone as he cups her jaw between his hands, she doesn’t pull away but leans in, “I’ve been a poor excuse of an alpha to you.”

YN’s eyes have a bit of a glimmer, a mischievous twinkle as she shakes her head with a giggle, “You’re absurd, you idiot. Been an amazing alpha, always have taken care of me. Never had eyes for another omega.”

It was true, he hadn’t.

“I was- I am scared,” Harry admits, not feeling very alpha-liked as his shoulders slump and he rubs his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“Of what?” YN presses, hands coming to cup his wrists - twisting her head so she can kiss his palm a few times.

“Rejection,” He grumbles quietly, still avoiding eye contact, “Of you rejecting me.”

YN let out a peel of laughter, “Oh H, I know you’re not that dense, pup. You’ve always known, deep down that we were meant for each other.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” He growls wolfishly to her teasing like she’d done since they were children and he was oblivious to something.

“Well now that it’s out in the open, what are you going to do about it?” YN questions, biting down a grin because there’s nothing more she loved to do than push the alpha’s buttons.

“M’gonna take you to your bed, give you my knot, and make you my pretty little mate,” Harry purrs, eyes darkening and canines shimmering, feral and hungry, “Right, mutt? Gonna let me mark you up? Finally let the world know who you belong to? My pups will be in your belly, you’ll be tied to me for eternity.”

“Stop fucking talking and just do it. It’s about time you do your alpha duties,” YN whines, the sound make Harry hiss and he’s not fully in his logical mind when he picks her up and puts her over his shoulder until he can deposit her on the bed which groans from rusty springs.

“No more of this,” Harry tells her, the alpha timbre threatening to come out but it wasn’t time just, “No more time apart. You’ll come and live where the head omega should, be in my bed and have me pleasing you every night.”

“You’re all talk as of right now,” YN goads, squirming and kicking at him until he grabs her ankles to stop the movement.

“You’re getting real brave, puppy,” Harry sing-songs but it’s dangerous and low, “For someone who’s about to be crying out my name and begging for my knot.”

This was new territory for them but it didn’t feel awkward or too forward, it feels like YN has been waiting a lifetime to hear how much he truly wants her.

“Then touch me,” YN mewls on frustration, still attempting to kick at him but his grasp was too tight until he suddenly lets her legs fall back to the mattress.

“Then touch me,” He parrots in a mocking tone before he’s ducking down to bite her jaw before murmuring, in a complete alpha tone, “Now hush up and be m’good little omega and let me do what I need to do. Yeah? You’re gonna get everything you want, mutt.”

YN’s heart is pounding clear out of her chest as he pulls the nightshirt over her head and her bare breasts jiggle out without a bra - nipples already tight and peaked in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re trying to kill me,” Harry gruffs before ducking down to wrap his lips around one of the peaks and suck while his opposite hand palms her other breast.

He waste no time in marking her chest over and over again with his mouth, showing the world who it belonged to.

Sure Harry had seen her tits on a few occasions but it was never for him to ogle and worship them, for him to clip with his front teeth until she squeals and tries to push her chest more into his mouth.

“Should have know how greedy you’d be,” Harry chastises, lapping at bud for a moment longer until switching to the other one.

“M’not,” She rebukes in a kittenish, noncommittal tone as her stomach twitches when his hand starts to move down south, across the expanse of her belly.

“Pup, I can smell you from here. Your slick’s getting on the sheets, you’re not subtle, darling,” Harry chuckles fondly before he’s nipping at her sensitive peaks once again.

When he gets to the hem of her underwear, he pauses to pull back from her chest, “Baby, I need you to tell me it’s oka-“

“S’okay, please, H. Please touch me, alpha,” YN moans, falling deeper into a comfortable, fuzzy headspace where she knows she’s safe.

The word alpha shots right down to his cock.

“Been waiting for so long,” Harry mumbles almost to himself as he shimmies the panties down her thick thighs and he fucking groans when she’s revealed, “Fucking hell, of course, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at her.”

YN spreads her thighs more, a blatant invitation that Harry can’t pass up - he can’t stop staring at how perfect and plump she is, absolutely glistening from her arousal.

“My queen,” Harry sighs in admiration, thumbs spreading her lips to get a look at her puffy clit, “Can’t believe you’re gonna give me this for the rest of our lives. Everything about you is gorgeous.”

Harry wants to dip down, bury his face between her thighs, and not come up for air but he knows that all needs to wait - he can’t wait any longer to bond them together and he’s shucking off his clothes, spending a moment kissing her before detaching.

He knows she’s never been knotted before and his is coming on fast - as he’s never done this with an omega either.

“Puppy, you gotta come for me. Give me one and then I’ll knot you, bond us, make you mine. Please darling, give it to me,” Harry babbles, barely audible with how low his tone has gotten, his scent is permeating the room - wrapping them in sandalwood and cinnamon.

It only takes a few directed thrusts for her to start quivering and squeezing her eyes shut, hands on his shoulders as she cries out his name.

“Such a good alpha,” YN moans as she rides out the final waves of her orgasm and that’s all it takes for Harry to push in and still, knot expanding and holding him in place.

It’s instinct, no doubt in his body as he noses her chin up until her neck is exposed, lips finding where her pulse is humming with her sweet honeyed blood and hormones.

He doesn’t even need to ask, YN’s hands move to his long locks, leading him closer to her skin, “Please, H. Never wanted anything more than being yours.”

His sharp canines puncture the skin, their dna combing and dancing, a physical pull in his heart and it feels like their world has completely shifted in that moment.

“You’re mine, pup. You have been since we were children and you’ll always be mine until the end of time,” Harry murmurs as he licks at the wound, tears in his eyes.

Until the end of time but that may not even be enough.