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THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

— or better known as the first fight blurb.

since forever special week | masterlist 1 ; masterlist 2

Summary: Now that Harry's getting famous, people like to talk, and it's not always a good thing, especially for Y/N.

W/N: here it is! okay the fight is really stupid but remember that they were SIXTEEN so y/n was really immature and dramatic even though she has her arguments.

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There was nothing that made Y/N happier than seeing Harry fulfill his dream.

Seriously, nothing compares to hearing him sing with the lads on The X Factor, or when he told her that Simon promised the five of them that he'd make them a band whether they win the show or not, or when people recognized him on the street and congratulated him.

That last one was her favorite, because he blushed and accepted the compliments shyly, not yet used to the attention.

The bad thing is that his old friends were beginning to be... quite interested in the subject.

Y/N wasn't stupid, it was obvious that this career brought money, but whether Harry had a million dollars or zero, she loved him unconditionally no matter what.

It seemed that his friends loved him more now that he seemed to have a promising future.

He hadn't noticed it yet, too innocent, but she did. It first started with comments like "ready to get rich, h?" until today.

It was a party at Harry's, both the boys in the band and their school friends were invited, and Y/N discovered that Zayn and Louis would be her most faithful confidants. They were just amazing.

"It just seems unfair to me, that's all!" Louis said, beer in hand.

"It's not m'fault that you broke up with your girl to pursue your career and Harry just decided to take a chance on us!" Y/N stuck out her tongue at him.

Everyone laughed, they were in a circle on the patio, and Katy Perry's Teenage Dream could be heard in the background.

Harry kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Everything was fine, until David, a friend of theirs (although lately she was getting tired of him) decided to add something to the conversation.

"Well, now that H is getting famous maybe Y/N will have him around even more!"

They all laughed.

Even Harry, who let out a laugh that brought out his dimples, and in an instant, the arm around her shoulders felt heavy.

She only faked a smile and looked down at the laces on her sneakers, but saw Zayn look at her out of the corner of her eye.

She hoped her boyfriend realized the true meaning of that stupid joke, but he just looked at her and smiled before turning his attention back to Niall who was playing the guitar.

An hour later, Y/N's physical language had completely changed; she was no longer leaning against Harry's chest in a relaxed way, now she was just sitting next to him, and her face was serious.

Zayn squeezed her knee, drawing her attention. "You're okay, babe?" he murmured, and she just shrugged.

She watched him get up, clearing his throat before looking down at her. "Gonna get more drinks, Y/N, can you help me?"

They both entered the house after she nodded, and his friend closed the door before turning to face her. "What's wrong?"

She wanted to tell him, until she realized how stupid it sounded. "Nothing, I'm just tired, Z."

Coming over to put a hand on her shoulder, he looked at her knowing it wasn't true, and she gave up, sighing. "That bloody joke David did, he made me look like I'm just using Harry for his recent fame, and he laughed, he laughed."

"I don't think he meant it, love, just talk to him."

She tensed at his words, Y/N had never liked the confrontational part of an argument. This was the first time she'd gotten mad at Harry, and she didn't know how he acted when he was angry.

"I'll just talk to him later."

And later came, when their old friends had already left and only her and the boys from the band remained. She was in Harry's room grabbing blankets when he came through the door.

"Baby, here you are, I haven't seen yeh in hours." He came up behind her and hugged her around the waist, but she moved away, searching the closet for sheets. "Here, lemme help you."

He tried to take what was in her hands but she dodged him. "No, I can."

"What's going on?" Harry asked, realizing the situation. "Did I do something stupid?"

She ignored him, swallowing dry as she walked towards the door of the room, but he stopped in front of her blocking her way.

"Y/N, talk to me." He stroked her arm, and she looked up.

"You laughed at David's joke."

"Huh?"

"Now that H is getting famous maybe Y/N will have him around even more!" She repeated, her voice ridiculously low to imitate her friend.

He stands stiff in the doorway, his face contorted into an expression of confusion. "Are yeh being serious right now? it was just a bad joke!"

"But you laughed!" She insisted. "You laughed, Harry!"

"Of course I laughed, cause it was a joke!"

Their voices began to rise, and luckily his family wasn't there, although the boys downstairs were listening to everything.

Y/N sighed, biting her lip and looking around avoiding her boyfriend's gaze. "Do you think it's true?" She asked, her nose beginning to itch. "That I'll use you just for the money?"

"What?" Harry walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Of course not, love. No, never."

"Cause you seemed pretty sure about it when you laughed back there."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Y/N." He let her go, shaking his head and turning away to look at her from afar. "It was funny."

"It wasn't. It made me feel like you and everyone thinks that now that you're getting successful with what you love, I'm gonna ruin it." With a murmur she lowered her head. "And all your fans believe that about me, but that you make fun of me too?"

"I wasn't the one who made the joke!"

"But you laughed!"

"I did, and I'll do it again!" He shouted. "Why are you being so fucking sensitive? Get over it, Y/N!"

She fell silent when she heard him raise his voice, Harry had never spoken to her like that and she admitted that she felt a little scared, with tears accumulating and her fists clenching.

He realized his mistake, and carefully approached her. "Baby–"

"You're going to shut up and let me talk," trying to calm herself, she looked up to meet his eyes. "You don't know what it's that thousands of people proclaim that they hate me and that they can love you more than me, that I only suck your money, that I should die."

Harry swallowed hard as he saw the tears falling from her cheeks, this being the first time he'd seen her cry, and it'd been his fault. He tried to speak, but she cut him off again.

"So don't think I'm hysterical for getting mad about this when you know perfectly well that they talk shit about me even close to you and my boyfriend doesn't do anything about it."

The words wouldn't come out of his mouth, so he just stared at her with the pain in his chest and the sweat on the back of his neck telling him he'd screwed up. Y/N looked at him, but when seconds passed without him saying anything, she left the room.

"Y/N, no, wait!"

He ran after her, following her down the stairs, where the boys were whispering to each other until she walked past them at a brisk pace, Harry behind.

"Baby, please, I'm sorry!" He said, trying to reach her but she ignored the words, slamming the door of his house to go back to hers, which luckily was four houses away.

She expected him to chase after her, but it was just her and her pride walking down the street.

(...)

Thirty-six. All those times Harry had called, and she hadn't answered any of them, although the desire ate her up inside; going through their photographs and staring at the phone just so she could see the his contact name popping on the screen.

Yes, perhaps she had exaggerated a bit now that she thought about it, but if he really wanted to get her back then it wouldn't cost him anything to walk a couple of meters to reach her window.

Her window... which was now getting small pebbles that sounded dry against the glass so she got up to inspect, and looking down at the dark grass, she saw her boyfriend's hairy head.

"Harry, it's almost midnight." She murmured, and he looked up at hearing her voice.

"Y/N, finally... You haven't been answering my calls in two days." Looking around making sure her parents wouldn't hear him, he whispered.

Her heart skipped a beat to see him there, and she felt the need to help him up so they could both snuggle up on her bed but she couldn't help but wonder if he'd keep insisting.

"I can't even look at you after the other day." Exaggerating, she said. "Leave, please."

"I won't go until you forgive me, honey, please." He begged. "I'm in love with you, and it's gonna start raining, so now you have two reasons to let me in."

"There's nothing left to say, Harry." She wanted to smile, but remained serious. "And I mean it."

A clap of thunder made her jump in place and the first drops began to fall until they became a deluge, drenching Harry who hissed at the feel of the cold water on his warm skin.

He met her eyes with a small pout, and the sight was enough to melt her. "C'mon, baby, let's end this."

She didn't realize that she was already running down the stairs to open the front door.

There, Harry was looking at her with his beautiful eyes, completely drenched from his curly hair to his ridiculously baggy pants, and they both lunged at each other at the sight of them again.

They kissed desperately, Y/N drawing them into the house where she closed the door carefully and they both walked up the stairs to her room hand in hand, where they kept kissing until she felt the fabric of his wet shirt on her fist.

Words aren't necessary for all that their eyes reflect, and they realize that David wasn't worth this mess. It was just a stupid joke, after all.

"Let me just... get you dry stuff." She broke the silence, pulling away to get a towel and clothes that Harry had in a drawer in her closet.

He changed and dried quietly under her gaze, lying together on his bed once he was finished; she snuggled against his chest. "H?"

"Mhm?" he asked, looking up at the dark ceiling and stroking her scalp.

Y/N raised her head to stare at him, the moonlight being the only source of light that illuminated them, and somehow made the moment more intimate.

"I don't wanna fight anymore, even if this was our first." Caressing his cheek, she murmured. "I need you."

"I need yeh too," he smiled, wrinkling his nose. "sorry for yelling at you, baby."

"It's okay." With a chaste kiss to his lower lip, she lay back down on his chest. "But make sure it's the last time."

And he kept his word.

GRACIAS UMA X TANTO TE AMO

on september 29, the since forever universe turned one year old and there are already more than 100 things written about them, all thanks to you <3

yes, i'm the one who writes, but the ideas are yours, so i always say that we, together, create them.

i wanted to make a special of them so i decided to dedicate a whole week to post blurbs!

hope you like them, see you every day 🫶!

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monday 7: Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N Styles Make 'Daylight' Music Video for $300 for The Late Late Show w/ James Corden. (fluff) (2022) → AVAILABLE NOW!

tuesday 8: That pic of LOT Munich. (smut, fluff) (2022) → AVAILABLE NOW!

wednesday 9: The first fight blurb. (angst, fluff) (2010) → AVAILABLE NOW!

thursday 10: MSG night 6 and the announcement of Midnights (smut, fluff) (2022)

friday 11: Harry gets Y/N's name tattooed on him, and she does something too. (fluff) (2013)

saturday 12: Harry Styles and girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N read thirst tweets about her. (fluff, sexual themes) (2019)

sunday 13: The first date blurb. (fluff) (2010)

monday 14: Special surprise. (?) (?)

constant bullshit.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

ャwarnings; angst, quiet sex, broken relationship, eren’s really in love with reader, impact play, oral (m.received), floor sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader.

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oh god 😫

dirty

*smut warning*

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Stumbling through the door with laughter, your friends finally came back to the apartment at one thirty in the morning.

"It's so damn dark in here." Alexis said and she turned on the kitchen light. It illuminated a good area and they were able to see where you and Vinnie were last on the couch.

"Where are they?" Vanessa asked, gesturing to the blankets that were left a mess and noticing that fact that it seemed too quiet.

"Asleep?" Alexis shrugged.

They made a beeline to your room and stopped in their tracks when they see one of your socks on the doorhandle. When y'all first moved in together, Vanessa made a rule stating that whenever someone wanted to have seggsy time with a partner, put a sock on the door as a 'do not disturb' sign.

The two girls looked at each other and tried their hardest not to laugh. But obviously they weren't laughing as if they were making fun.

They took out their phones and opened Snapchat, trying their hardest to shut the fuck up. And uploading to their private stories, which you would eventually see, they had the captions "imma pray for y/n in there" and "miss girl get that dick".

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Vinnie's left hand gently caresses your cheek as he lays at your side. He kisses your neck and your face over and over again. "Beautiful." you hear him whisper to himself. "soft, and so..." his breath fills with heat as he trails off.

Your ears are ringing and you're squirming underneath him and you whisper his name roughly. You make a sound between a whine and a moan and he pushes into your thigh suddenly.

"I'm hard." he says, like he's begging for your permission.

You don't need him to tell you because you can certainly feel him practically throbbing against your leg, like he's begging to be buried somewhere soft and warm. "We don't have time. The girls could be back at any minute." you mumble.

"Can be quick," he mumbles right back with another gentle roll of his hips. "Can be really quick." he clears his throat.

"Don't brag." you told him and ran your hands through his hair and he takes that as an invitation to come closer.

"Please," his face drops into your neck and his breath hitches in his throat. "It hurts." He pulls you even closer to him. "Does it hurt for you?"

Your thighs press together, because yes, it does. You want the tension to be released. To have him spread you in a quiet fuck that'll leave you walking from side to side for the next day.

Maybe it's because you didn't answer that makes him stop. He'd never actually push you unless he wasn't sure he was pushing at all. So...if he has to jerk off in the bathroom, he'll do that. Because he doesn't think his erection will go down peacefully. Vinnie kisses you once again and his muscles flex because he's about to get up but you grip a hand onto his arm.

"No, wait..." you told him. Pushing off the covers, you grab a sock from your drawer and put it on the door handle before coming back to the bed.

"You sure?" he asks gruffly, checking to make sure he hasn't manipulated you in any way.

You answer him by taking his hand and guiding it to your underwear. His lips part for a moment when he realizes how easy his fingers slide in. You are stiff for a second before melting in the mattress. But Vinnie doesn't wanna waste time. He pulls them down with the help of you shifting your hips. You feel him adjust so he can settle in between your thighs, pushing them apart so he can get comfortable. He hoists over you and your hands reach the back of his neck. His hair tickles your forehead.

His eyes look sleepy but at the same time, full of lust. Lips look pinker than usual. Hair wilder than usual. The fly-a-ways look like a halo but Vinnie is not an angel right now.

He inhales sharply and mutters a sharp "fuck" before reaching down and guiding himself to your entrance and sliding in swiftly.

You gasp from the sudden stretching sensation and move your arms to his back. Vinnie lets you adjust before withdrawing and rolling back, kissing your forehead. He starts slow but that doesn't last long because it's not what you two want and definitely don't have time for it.

Vinnie shushes you gently when you moan with each stroke into you. He pulls back just to the ridge of the head nearly every time, and each time, it feels longer and deeper with more intensity that you bargained for.

He ducked his head a little to watch himself go in and out of you, hard and shining. "Oh my god." he groans.

"Vin," you whisper urgently.

Your orgasm is starting to curl in your belly with every bump and slide of his cock. Your thighs hitch higher around him and he groans softly in encouragement.

"Faster," you whisper. "Faster please,"

You're so close and you need him to be relentless, like you know he can be.

Vinnie rocks quicker, his mouth on your neck and nicking at your skin with each harsh pant that's sure to leave a mark. You've always liked it faster, rougher, and deeper. Vinnie doesn't even apologize if he hits too hard because nine times out of ten, you'll scratch his back in reward.

Suddenly, both your eyes become wide. You couldn't have possibly heard footsteps and giggles right outside the door.

He comes to a stop on top of you and you both intently listen. Then there's nothing but it couldn't have been your imagination.

Vinnie is still buried inside you. His whole face tenses and swallows hard. You on the other hand are seeing stars because he's stopped and the thickest part of himself. You're so full and want the pressure of him moving in and out.

He bites his lips, puts his hand over your mouth, and grinds into you until he's sure that there's no one on the other side of that door. And if you're correct about what you heard, then you know you're gonna get an earful about it.

He's now pressing deeper and faster and the slick base of his cock is gliding up and down your clit. Your back arches as you're cumming, hard. You're grateful that he covered your mouth but it only muffles you.

Vinnie is not far behind and it's about forty more seconds of ramming inside you before he cums with it hot and thick. You thought he was controlled until he pulls out and collapses beside you, uttering swears. He's breathing heavily and when you look over at him, there's a few stray hairs stuck to his face and his eyes are shut in disbelief.

"Th-that got very dirty, v-very fast." you say.

Your thighs are still trembling, you're exhausted and your body aches in pleasure.

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!)

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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?”

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SO BEAUTIFUL

IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK; SINCE FOREVER.

this took me ages so never underestimate instagram concept writers, i hope you like it and don't forget to leave feedback cause i'm soooo prouddd! <3 ( harry's masterlist ; since forever p1, since forever p2 )

AUGUST 16:

A couple of months ago, the wife and photographer of the superstar Harry Styles declared on her social media that she would take some time without taking photos of her husband in the middle of his concerts (but she would continue with the ones from behind it). But that wasn't all, Y/N Y/L/N Styles (28) was stopped seeing so often by fans, now enjoying the shows on the side of the stage so as not to draw too much attention, and sometimes not even showing up.

This raised suspicions of a possible breakup and divorce between the couple, since it's rare that they aren't seen together or interacting, since they have been doing it since Styles (he) was part of One Direction.

They both keep talking about each other, and she keeps posting photos of him she took on her photography account, but we think it's just a game to keep the world from talking about their divorce.

So, ladies, get ready because it looks like Harry Styles is finally single for the first time since we've known him!

E!NEWS © 2022

A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO:

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ltupdates: LOUIS AND Y/N TODAY AT THE ITALY AIRPORT!!!!!!

louisfan1: SHE'S GONNA BE THERE FOR HIS LAST CONCERT.

louisfan2: I WANT A BESTIE LIKE Y/N.

louisfan3: crying.

louisfan4: Why does she have to be everywhere.

louisfan5: LOUISY/N SUPREMACY.

louisfan6: this makes sense after that e!news article.

louisfan7: @/louisfan6 Do you really believe a word they say? lol

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ltourupdates: Louis at tonight's show looking for Y/N and talking about her!!

"My best friend Y/N's here tonight! she's been putting up with me for years if you know what I mean... I just wanted to say a massive thank you to her for being here tonight, everyone please make some noise for Y/N Y/L/N!"

louisfan1: he loves her so much <3

louisfan2: i want this friendship pls 😭

louisfan3: Y/N PLEASE MAKE THAT 1D REUNION HAPPEN.

louisfan4: the fact that she SCREAMED the bigger than me lyrics... same sis.

louisfan5: @/louisfan4 she's one of us.

YESTERDAY:

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wownews: Harry Styles and wife and personal photographer Y/N Y/L/N Styles seen together at Venice for the Venice Film Festival.

harryfan1: WE FINALLY SEE THEM TOGETHER AGAIN.

harryfan2: @/harryfan1 IK RIGHT? WITH Y/N'S BREAK WE NO LONGER SEE HER IN CONCERTS :(

harryfan3: @/harryfan1 @/harryfan2 Does anyone know what's the reason for her break?

harryfan1: @/harryfan2 @/harryfan3 Nop !

harryfan4: HER STYLE 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

harryfan5: omg the baggy clothes are back 💓

harryfan6: People died.

harryfan7: SHE'S GOING TO THE FESTIVAL W HIM????????!!!!!!

harryfan8: @/harryfan7 she's not! probably staying in the hotel 😕

harryfan7: @/harryfan8 the last time yn didn't walk a red carpet with harry was the dunkirk one because anne went with him, this must be serious...

TODAY:

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ynandharryupdates: Y/N and Saturn on her instagram story confirming rumors that she won't be attending the Don't Worry Darling red carpet!

harryfan1: this is so sad i was expecting content from my fav couple 🥺

harryfan2: i love saturn he's da best

harryfan3: I need to know the reason behind this asap

harryfan4: she's probably tired bc of all this days out partying with louis 🤣

harryfan5: GUYS HARRY JUST ARRIVED THE FESTIVAL GO CHECK TWITTER!!!!

harryfan6: @/harryfan5 whAT

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hsupdates: Harry talking about Y/N today at the Venice Film Festival:

"Well, uh, my wife is not coming because she just wanted to take a break from all the cameras and I think it's totally fine. I'm the one who has to live with it, not her. But, yeah, she's probably watching this while taking care of our baby– Hi love!"

harryfan1: I LOVE HOW THEY SAY THAT SATURN IS THEIR BABY!!! WKLWKTLKKWKSJS

harryfan2: BABY SATURN 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

harryfan3: what if they're talking about A baby..?

harryfan4: @/harryfan3 don't joke like that girl.

harryfan5: I LOVE THEM FUCK E!NEWS AND ANYONE WHO REALLY THOUGHT THAT THEY BROKE UP THEY'RE LITERALLY MORE IN LOVE THAN EVER AND HAVE A BABY KITTY NAMED SATURN BECAUSE OF TAYLOR SWIFT'S SONG !

harryfan6: @/harryfan5 u ok

harryfan5: @/harryfan6 NO

harryfan7: Can we please talk about Olivia's face when he started talking about Y/N 💀💀💀💀

HOURS LATER...

AND, FINALLY:

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harrymybeloved: HARRY AND Y/N AT THE PREMIERE OF DON'T WORRY DARLING!!!!!!!! SHE'S PREGNANT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HARRY'S GONNA BE A DAD!

harryfan1: I CANNOT EXPLAIN THE SHOUT THAT CAME OUT OF ME

harryfan2: I'M FUCMIGMR CRYING

harryfan3: LOOK AT THAT LITTLE BUMP OMG 🥺

harryfan4: we've lost him.

harryfan5: @/harryfan4 he was never ours.

harryfan6: DILF & MILF.

harryfan7: AND SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO PRETEND SHE WASN'T COMING ????????? I LOVE HER BYE.

harryfan8: 4/5 ONE DIRECTION BOYS ARE FATHERS.

harryfan9: PLEASE GUYS YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE RED CARPET VIDEOS HARRY CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF OF HER AND HE'S SO SMILEY

harryfan10: BEST. SURPRISE. EVER.

harryfan11: SO HE WASN'T TALKING ABOUT SATURN WHEN HE SAID "OUR BABY" ????????

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harrysupdates: "We thought we had to be honest and we needed to get it off our chests. We couldn't take it anymore, we're having a baby! Doesn't that sound amazing? I still can't believe it, she chose me, you know?" — Harry talking about Y/N and their baby today at the Don't Worry Darling premiere ❤️ (he was also looking at her while speaking).

harryfan1: he loves her as much as the first day...

harryfan2: Now this, this is real love.

harryfan3: OH TO BE CARRYING HARRY STYLES CHILD.

harryfan4: still shaking

harryfan5: ok but florence touching her belly??? i love them <3

harryfan6: I WANT TO REINCARNATE AS THAT BABY.

harryfan7: 2022 is their year.

AFTER THE PREMIERE...

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harrystyles: BABY STYLES. JANUARY 2023.

harryfan1: SHE'S ALMOST FIVE MONTHS 💔💔💔

yourinstagram: WHY DO YOU ANNOUNCE THEM AS IF THEY WERE A SINGLE HARRY.

harrystyles: @/yourinstagram I don't know about a single, but I'm going to write a whole album about them, that's for sure.

harryfan2: @/harrystyles @/yourinstagram MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS.

harryfan3: He's gonna be the best dad ever :(

louist91: Finally the world sees my godson/daughter!!!! Love you lads!

harryfan4: @/louist91 LOUIS IS THE GRANDFATHER KSKLENPEIEKYMEKT STOP THIS MADNESS

annetwist: My babies are having a baby 🥰❤️

zayn: I don't know about the rest but I'm the grandfather of that baby 😆

harryfan5: Y/N HARRY IS A DILF THANKS TO YOU.

yourinstagram: @/harryfan6 always a pleasure 😌

gemmastyles: I'm crying, my little bro is not so little anymore.

niallhoran: The secret's out! 💖

taylorswift: PREPARING THE SEWING NEEDLES!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

harryfan6: @/taylorswift OMFG TAYLOR

harryfan7: @/taylorswift Y/N'S GONNA FREAK OUT.

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remember when i said that everything would be a secret and y/n wouldn't assist to the red carpet? well, i lied 😌 tbh this was an unexpected thought but i love how everything turned out, except that i wanted to put more photos but the limit of the app didn't let me so there will probably be a second part.

please leave feedback, see you in the cheating!harry one shot :)

love u guys, uma ♡

crossfire

in which harry’s urge to party on his 28th birthday results in the harm of his precious girl, and there’s nothing to do but love her at the end of the night

word count: 10.1K

pairing: y/n x mafialeader!h

warnings: near death experience, use of knife and guns, mention of drugs, mentions of crime, explicit content, sex. do not read if you are opposed to anything mafia related, and don’t come at me for it if you don’t like it.

author’s note: this isn’t my best work, in my opinion. this piece felt like giving birth. it took me forever to get out, and i’ve had the worst writer’s block. in this fic, y/n literally lives for harry and it goes against some of my feminist beliefs, but i have to understand that this man literally saved her life. he is her everything. all that happened was meant to. hope you enjoy :D

There are a plethora of unspoken- but heavily enforced- rules in the mafia, and even more so in the morally grey organization Harry leads.

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oh. my. god.

I’ve been thinking about our boy Steve and his fucking giant dick like ohmygod I’m literally feral over the idea fact that Steve is absolutely huge

So like imagine that you and Steve are in a relationship and every time you fuck he never sinks in all the way cause he’s afraid of hurting you

But you WANT it, god do you want it, and every time you try to get the rest of him in, he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, leaning down to grunt out, “its gonna hurt you princess.” And you keep whining and telling him that you want it, that you “need his fat cock in you so bad, please, daddy please.” And he just slaps your ass, telling you to “appreciate what daddy gives you, princess. Why are you being so ungrateful? Daddy’s already given you so much cock, you’re just getting greedy”

But one day you just can’t take it anymore. He’s been teasing you for so long, eating your cunt for hours on end, stretching you out on his fingers for what feels like years,, so when he finally flips you over onto your front, hiking your ass in the air and sinking the tip of his cock in, you just lose it. You slam your hips backward and finally finally feel his happy trail against your back, his heavy balls resting against your clit, and his cock, god his cock,,, it feels like it’s in your fucking stomach he’s so deep.

And all of the sudden you’re cumming, just from having him inside you, just from having him so deep. And you’re writhing on the sheets, and Steve’s trying to hold your hips, trying to get some semblance of control because no one has ever taken all of him inside before and it’s so fucking good, it’s incredible, and he’s going to cum but he wants to hold back so fucking bad

But you’re practically thrashing from it, throwing yourself back on his giant fucking cock again and again, and Steve realizes that you can’t stop. And it’s too good, your hot cunt pulsing around him, around all of him, for the first time, and Steve loses it with you. He reaches forward to wrap his hand around your throat and drag your back up against his front, ramming his fat cock into your dripping cunt like a man possessed.

And you’re just sobbing from the pleasure of it, choking out stuttered gasps of “thank you daddy. Thank you thank you” while Steve thrusts up as far as he can and shoots his cum deep into your pussy, praising you for taking his cock so well, his perfect baby girl,,

I know you've written about aster y/n's birthday but what about Harry's birthday. I'm sure she'd surprise him with some sexy but cute lingerie.

would u ever write another smutty aster blurb with aloooot of daddy kink and harry is lowkey rough but she likes it?

how do u feel about aster getting a little rough in bed? I know they’re known for making love but I feel like you could still make it intimate

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"Harry, stop! I'm trying to ask you a question!"

(Y/N)'s command was more than lacking in conviction as she wheezed it through bouts of giggles. Despite her half-hearted request, Harry didn't stop his attack on the soft curves of her sides for even a second, his fingers digging in tickling runs over the sensitive skin. As he lent over her, chest bare with his tattoos on display, his hair hung around them like a curtain as if the strands could offer an extra layer of privacy in the middle of his darkened bedroom. 

"A question that y'already know the answer to," Harry sung, teasing her over the sound of her stilted laughter. If he wasn't careful, she was going to lose a lung with the way she sucked in oxygen only to pump it out a moment later under duress. 

"Pl-Please! I can't breathe!" (Y/N) squeaked. Begging didn't quite have the same effect through a giggling smile, though, she was learning. 

"But y'look so pretty laughing like this," Harry crooned, hovering closer above her, "Why should I stop?" 

Fitting her arms around his shoulders, (Y/N) tried her final strategy. She clung to him like a koala, hoping to somehow disarm him or even squish his hands between their bodies to make him immobile. In the end, when her form was pressed to his, it worked as the perfect distraction. Harry couldn't stop himself before he was moving instinctively and wrapping his arms around her to hold her as she wrapped around him like a vine. She panted in his ear, struggling to catch her breath as he rolled them to have (Y/N) lay atop his chest with their legs tangled. 

"Thank you," she peeped between gasps, feeling flush after the tirade a single question had brought on. 

Harry, with his arms wrapped tightly around her middle and his face tucked into her neck, whispered, "I didn't hurt you or anything, right?" 

She was quick to shake her head at his words, the movement stilted in her own position with her face in his shoulder. "No, just couldn't breathe for a little. I know you were only playing, it's okay." 

Letting out a deep breath, he flexed his hold on her in a tight pulse before turning to press a kiss to her hairline. His lips lingered on her skin, the cool sliver of his lip ring a bright spot against (Y/N)'s heated skin. 

A beat of silence passed, (Y/N) melting in his old before she burst with the same question that had prompted Harry's play wrestling. 

"So... You never really answered me," she drawled, hoping her hidden position in his chest would shield her if he decided he wanted to play around again, "What do you want for your birthday?" 

Harry sighed, his breath fanning through her hair. "Lovebug," he started, amusement and exasperation mingling in his tone, "I did answer you. I don't want anything, you know that. I only want you." 

(Y/N) held back a hmph. What a lame answer. 

"But you already have me." 

"I know," his classic lopsided smile audible in his words, "I have you every night."

A heat raised to (Y/N)'s cheeks that she was sure he felt against his chest. Despite the fact it was clear he had her last night with the minimal amounts of clothing on both of them—(Y/N) in only his shirt and Harry with boxers slung low on his hips—and the mess of sheets and blankets that wasn't just from the mess of hands Harry woke her up with, he hadn't needed to say it like that.  

"But—Harry, I—"(Y/N) floundered, unable to find her tongue through her heart lodged in her throat. 

His laughter rumbled his chest underneath her, the sound ringing close to (Y/N)'s ears. "You're so cute, baby." 

Though her mouth was now dry and her heart pulsed at his mumbled compliment, (Y/N) tried again, "B-but, I'm not a real present. I want to get you something nice like you always do for me." 

Harry finally reared back from the home he made in her shoulder, forcing her to pull back and fall under his observing gaze. The lack of black kohl around his lashes did nothing to soften the intensity of his eye contact, though the moss color of his irises were undeniably tender as they took her in. The lip ring she was very familiar with glinted in the low light that filtered through the cracks in his curtains, a matching hoop to the black ring pierced through his nose. All around him, his hair fanned out in twisting curls, his own form of a messy halo though he had dubbed her to be the angel between them. 

It was moments like these, when she had an unobstructed view of him—of the love of her life—that she couldn't help but be grateful for everything that happened before they met. If her parents had raised her differently, if she hadn't grown to be the person she was now, who knows if she ever would have had this? Had him? 

No matter how many times he embarrassed her with his flirty words or tickled her until her breath was stolen and tears entered her eyes, she wouldn't trade a single second of it. 

"I really don't need anything, darling, I promise. 'M not talking shit when I say you're m'present. That's enough for me. I don't need anything else when I've got you." His voice came out in a croon between them, as if he were sharing a secret only to be heard by her. 

(Y/N) felt her features round out at his words, softening the lines and creases. Her lips curved into a gentle line on her face, tender as his eyes. 

"Are you sure?" she pressed, settling her chin on his chest as she gazed up at him.

"'M sure, love," he said, craning his neck to press a delicate kiss to her nose, "Jus' want y'to spend the day with me, that'll be enough for me."

As (Y/N) melted into his hold, feeling every bit of his warmth through her thin top, she liked that she was enough for him.  

Still, she was going to ask Mitch if there was anything Harry mentioned that he wanted.

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Waiting for the waffle maker to beep, (Y/N) did her best to blink the sleep crust from her eyes. How Harry was able to do this every morning without fail was beyond her. Breakfast was nice and all, but sleep was something she savored more than any food that was served before ten a.m.. 

But, this was for Harry, she reminded herself. This whole seven a.m. wakeup and padding across the cold floor in bare feet, was for Harry. Today was his birthday—the first birthday of his that they were spending together—and she was determined to do any and everything she could to make this day special for him. Though she ultimately decided to stick to his request of no presents (mostly, it had been because when she had consulted Mitch, and he had offered her the same answers that Harry had given her; that He said he didn't want anything and hadn't dropped any hints to indicate otherwise), she did have a few tricks up her sleeve that she was going to utilize to the best of her ability. 

If he wanted her as his gift, she was going to be the best little present she could be. 

From the corner of her eye, the bouquet of flowers she had picked up and braved the world for before eight o'clock caught her attention. It wasn't exactly a traditional present, but he got her flowers all the time. She hoped he liked the arrangement, even if there was an extra smattering of pink baby's breath dotted through out upon her request. 

The waffle maker beeped a little too loud for the early morning, making (Y/N) jump in her spot. A heavy sigh was sucked in through her nose, hoping the vanilla scented oxygen would have a hand in hopefully waking her up. Plating the crispy waffle, (Y/N) reached for the few fixings she had grabbed after spooning the batter into he maker. Some special vanilla infused butter Harry had found on one of his grocery trips was smeared on top before a couple of spoonfuls of split raspberries were dotted across. Instead of syrup, (Y/N) added a drizzling of honey to settle in the punched out squares of the waffle, something she hoped he would appreciate since they were out of the regular syrup after he and Mitch had a long night filled with the munchies a couple of days ago. The finishing touch came in the form of a yellow and white striped birthday candle shoved right in the middle.

Now, she had to hope he hadn't somehow woken up through the minimum amount of noise she made all morning and surprise him with his birthday breakfast. 

Balancing the plate in her hands, one of Harry's lighters tucked away in the pocket of her (his) hoodie, (Y/N) danced around Evie as she made her way to the bedroom. The kitten seemed just as excited to wish Harry a happy birthday it seemed (and to probably get bits and pieces of the waffle that (Y/N) knew she would cave and hand out like treats). 

Evie let out a chirping meow as they approached the door, her voice a bright squeak in the middle of the quiet, to which (Y/N) shushed her for. "Not yet, Evie, we'll sing in a minute when he wakes up," she murmured, carefully twisting the doorknob and entering the bedroom she so missed when she had been out and about.

Just as she hoped, Harry was still snug in bed. His head was cushioned by the black satin cased pillow she had done her part to convince him was good for his hair and skin, all the while hugging the one she had slept on and later replaced her own form with when she crept out early that morning. His chest was bare through the black bedding was tugged high to reach the top of his shoulder and shield him from the chill of sleeping alone. His lashes curled and touched the very height of his cheekbones, a crease running along his cheek where he had laid on the pillow wrong, a small gap parting his lips as he breathed in even, deep paces. 

(Y/N) beamed at the sight, her heart thumping in her chest and lungs squeezing as the butterflies in her tummy flew high up. This was a rare sight for her, seeing him asleep. Unless she somehow beat him out and stayed up later than him or managed to wake up before the sun, he was the one that got the view of her sleep-softened form. 

She carefully stepped over the floorboards, aware of Evie skating between her feet and racing her to the bed's edge. While (Y/N) placed the waffle stacked plate on her bedside table (Harry had bought another one soon after he gave her a key to his place, never really saying anything about it other than that she could start leaving some of her stuff there overnight if she wanted), Evie jumped up on the bed and sat close to her dad's face with purrs rumbling through her chest. 

Emulating the kitten, (Y/N) climbed up the bed and sat next to where Harry laid with her legs tucked underneath her. She reached a gentle hand out and brushed Harry's curls from his forehead, fingertips lingering over his skin. "Harry," she crooned, settling a delicate hand on his shoulder, "Harry, wake up." 

A short grunt was all she received in response before he attempted to roll over and smush his face in the pillow that had taken her place in his arms. 

"Harry, no, it's your birthday and I made you breakfast. Wake up, please, H," she tried again, shaking him gently with her grip on his tattooed shoulder. 

Awareness crept into the edges of Harry's features, his breathing breaking the even pace he had curated while his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "(YN)?" he grumbled, voice deep and graveled as he breathed her name.

"Happy birthday, Harry," she whispered, shuffling closer to him with the bedsheets bunching underneath her. She chanced a small kiss to he round of his shoulder, stamping her lips atop the cursive A she now knew represented his mother's initial. 

A lopsided smile plucked at the corner of Harry's lips though he kept his eyes lidded. "Thank you, baby," he murmured, "Is that what's got y'up so early?" 

"Mhm," (Y/N) phummed, absently petting Evie as the kitten made her way to stand on the pillow by Harry's head, her purring growing in volume as she searched for his attention. "I made you breakfast and everything." 

This finally drew a slow blink of Harry's eyes, opening just a crack as he gazed up at her. "You did?" 

An eager nod of her head tossed the stray pieces of hair that fell from her bun into flutter around her face. "I made you waffles with all of your favorite things—but I forgot to grab syrup at the store so I used honey, instead." 

The lopsided curve bloomed into a full smile now as Harry listened to her. Rolling onto his back and effectively displacing Evie from her perch, he stretched his arms high above his head and let the covers fall to his middle. His eyes were sleep hooded even as he fully awoke, laid up in the soft sheets that tumbled closer to his waist the more he moved, allowing the full of his bare chest to be on display. He gazed at her from his spot, lazily dragging his eyes over her form as he noted her borrowed shirt and sleep mussed hair. She felt both exposed and safe under his gaze; he saw everything in her, she could do nothing to hide even a detail, but she also knew he would never love her any less because of anything he found. 

Before (Y/N)'s thumping heart could fly her off the bed, she reached for his breakfast plate and the almost forgotten lighter she had set next to it. Evie scurried to her side now that the food was close, reaching to the top of her tiny toes in an effort to catch a sniff of what she was perceiving as her own meal. 

"Even put a candle in it?" Harry murmured, shuffling to an upright position with his back against the headboard, "You're too sweet, lovebug." 

(Y/N) sang him a quiet happy birthday through a tender smile and flushed cheeks, aware of his gaze on her as she click, click, clicked his lighter to get it to ignite. By the time she finished the short song, her smile had tugged into a frown as she still hadn't been able to get the flame going on the tip of the lighter. A quiet chuckle could be heard from a cross her, Harry's lips in a crooked grin as he reached for her hand. 

"Let me try, baby," he said, warming her hand with his for a lingering second before taking the lighter from her fingers. It took him a single try to ignite the flame before he took it to the wick. 

"Thank you," she peeped, feeling a bit guilty that she ruined his big moment to make a wish and made him do some of the work for his own birthday surprise, "Sorry." 

Harry was quick to shake his head at her mumbled words, "Don't be sorry, nothing wrong with needing a little help. Now, c'mere and be very careful, yeah?" 

He patted his lap with a palm, eyes dropping to the open flame on the waffles as she shuffled over to sit as instructed. Placing his palms on her hips, he helped her with the transition, careful of the plate in her hands as he maneuvered her to sit comfortably atop him. 

"Do you want me to sing again?" (Y/N) murmured once she was situated, her eyes fixed to the wobbling flame. 

A half smile allowed only a single dimple to dent Harry's cheek, a quick shake of his head given in response. "No, baby, y'don't have to. 'M sure m'wish will turn out just fine anyway." 

His gaze lingered over her for a moment as he mentioned his wish, (Y/N)'s skin feeling warm as she noted the path his eyes took down the neckline and slouching shoulder of her borrowed top. Delivering a squeeze to her hips, Harry sucked in a breath before shuttering his eyes and blowing out the slowly shortening candle, the drips of wax falling into a pool of honey (Y/N) was going to need to somehow fish out before Harry took a bite. The doused flame was replaced with the phantom smoke whirling between them. The haze worked as a filter over Harry's features, speared by shards of sunlight breaching the cover of the curtains. 

When he looked like this, she could only describe him as an angel—a miracle. To think this was just the first of his birthdays they would get to enjoy together, with the rest of their lives ahead of them. Just the idea made (Y/N)'s heart hurt and tummy twist into a cocoon for another swarm of butterflies to claim. 

"What did you wish for?" (Y/N) asked, lowering the plate to sit on her lap between them. 

"You know I can't tell you that," Harry nudged her, an amused tilt to his tone, "Nosy girl." 

The corner of her lips tilted in a shy smile, her gaze dropping to the tattoos inked over his collarbones. "Will you tell me if it comes true, then?" 

Her request earned her a kiss on her cheek, the imprint of his lips warming her skin. "I promise, darling," he crooned, his hands on her hips pulsing before joining her gaze on his birthday feast, "Ready to eat with me?" 

"Oh, right," (Y/N) chirped at the reminder, plucking the candle from the waffle to lay on a paper towel she brought along to work as a napkin on the side table. She shifted to climb off of Harry's lap, giving him space, before she was stopped with the grip on her hips. 

"Where do y'think you're going?" 

Brows pinching in the middle, (Y/N) canted her head as she looked to him. "I thought you said you wanted to eat." 

"With you," Harry cemented, ducking his head to be level with her, "So you've got to stay right where y'are." 

"I only brought one fork, though." 

"Didn't know y'were so scared of m'cooties," Harry teased, plucking the utensil from the edge of the plate and cutting into the confection. A perfect bite with a pool of honey in the cube and a half of a raspberry tinting the waffle red was cut away and scooped onto the prongs. His remaining hand on her side squeezed, "Open for me." 

(Y/N) did as told with a flush in her cheeks. Wasn't she supposed to be doting on him today? Since when had her romantic plan of a surprise breakfast in bed devolved into Harry feeding her his birthday surprise? 

He raised his brows as she chewed, cutting off a piece for himself with lazy movements. "Good?" 

Her response came in the form of a hummed mhm, a little too shy to speak in that moment. 

Harry looked a little too pleased with himself as he took his own bite, praises for her simplistic cooking following soon after. He didn't mind sharing half of his breakfast with her, cutting off one bite for her before scooping his own up. He was quiet as they ate, asking her how her morning went without him and if she had any dreams she wanted to share (she'd had one last night where they were driving around aimlessly and Harry wouldn't ask for directions no matter how many times she told him she didn't know how to get to Greenland without an airplane). 

All the while, his attention was very lovingly and liberally served to her in the form of tender eyes and soft smiles. Soft lips kissed away dots of honey that had escaped her mouth and shared the sweetness of the vanilla butter with her in between bites. He was acting as if it were her birthday all over again, no matter the small mentions she made about how he wanted to spend his birthday and if Mitch had anything planned for him that night (the answer was no, as she had learned, Mitch took the wise route of giving Harry a card and a hug last night before going to the apartment for the weekend, leaving he and (Y/N) alone for the next forty-eight hours). 

It was when (Y/N) was rinsing the plate in the kitchen, readying it to be put in the dishwasher while Harry fawned over his bouquet of flowers, that she decided what the rest of the day was going to look like. No matter how hard he tried to squirm out of today, she was going to ensure he had the best birthday ever. 

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Harry was officially the king of squirming out of his birthday. All he needed was a crown.

Other than a few phone calls from his family and the boys at the shop, accompanied by texts interspersed through the day, Harry hadn't acknowledged much of his birthday. A friend of his even shared the same birthday and he had called her first and shared his happy wishes for her before he even admitted that yes it was his birthday too, and yes he was having a wonderful day, thank you. 

(Y/N) even managed to take him out (fighting off an afternoon nap especially with the early morning still hanging over her), and no matter which shop or boutique they went to, Harry managed to find something he told her made him think of her and that she should have. She turned down every proposition, but still, it made her nervous she wasn't putting enough emphasis on him. Even when she took him to an art supply store that she had no business being in given the state of the stick figures she doodled in Harry's sketchbook, hard pressed to get him something he could use—even if it was for work—he still managed to find a carton of colored pencils filled with exclusively pink and rose shades that he told her she could keep at the shop and play around with when she was waiting on him on his late paperwork nights. 

"Harry," she finally whined when they were huddled in the back of a record store, Harry on a mission to find a colored pressing of one of her favorite albums they could play tonight on his record player, "Stop." 

Halting in his tracks, Harry's hand still wrapped in hers, he looked at her with raised brows over the dark sunglasses he hadn't bothered to pull from his face in favor of keeping his hand in hers. "What?" 

"Today's supposed to be about you," she said, somewhat petulantly, fighting the pout that threatened the stern set in her features, "Why are you trying to do all of this stuff for me?" 

(Y/N) could already picture the intensity of his green eyes under the shades as he pursed his lips, the very edges of his brows shaping into a pinch she could see around the frames. "I know," he started, "That's why I was doing all of this."

The first crack in her firm facade came in the form of knitted brows as she gazed up at him, feeling the urge to nervously pick at her nails, a habit Harry was working with her to break so she didn't constantly mess with her manicures. "What?"

An easy smile spread on Harry face, his attention falling back to the cartons and cartons of records stacked around them, fingers thumbing through the alphabetized categories. "When we left, y'said it was m'birthday so we were doing whatever I wanted—whatever made me happy right?" 

(Y/N) nodded her head quietly beside him, following along to whatever aisle he wandered down. 

"I like taking care of you, love, you know that," he said simply, flexing his fingers between hers, "So, doing all these little things for you make me happy. Whenever you're happy, I am, too. That's all 'm trying to do today." 

"But," (Y/N) sputtered, unsure how to get around his logic, "W-We're going to your favorite places; you're supposed to find things you like so I can buy them for you." 

Harry gave her simple nod, sliding out a record that she'd been searching for since it went out of stock online months ago. She tried her best to hide the perk in her demeanor when she saw the cover, the blue tinted silver shining in the light. She knew she failed when he tucked the vinyl under his other arm. 

"I am finding stuff I like, but 'm having more fun this way. Everywhere we go is m'favorite place when 'm with you." 

With her resolve now paper thin, (Y/N) used what was left of her conviction, "I don't know, H. Are you sure?" 

That caused a small pause in his walk. He turned to look at her, finally pushing his sunglasses to sit atop is head and push back his curls like a headband. "Trust me, baby, yeah? 'M very sure about this." 

Her eyes flicked to the record under his arm. "Promise?" 

A tender smile tugged at his lips, the curve going lopsided with only a single dimple denting into his cheek. "I promise." 

(Y/N) let out a small okay next to him, her smile facing the ground as she laid her attention at their feet. Whether or not this was another ploy to squirm out of his birthday, she had to trust him, right? 

Besides, she still had the flowers she left him at home and the dinner she had planned for tonight. And, her agenda for after dinner she hoped went on without a hitch. 

So, she'd let him walk her around a record store, picking out things he knew she liked when she knew there was still another present waiting for him at home.

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"First y'make me breakfast, then I see y'brought me flowers, and now you're getting dinner delivered? Darling, I think 'm in love with you." 

Harry's words were stamped on the back of (Y/N)'s neck as she hung up the phone with Little House, their favorite Chinese takeaway spot and the choice of tradition for any special occasion between them. He'd come back from changing in his bedroom to find her on the phone, ordering their dinner when he had rounded behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle in a loose hug as she spoke. She was still fairly anxious when it came to making calls like that, always worried she'd order the wrong thing or mess up her words and hear a snicker on the other end (she knew those were silly little fears that meant next to nothing, but they still poked and prodded at her from the back of her mind), especially since Harry usually took on the responsibility of ordering for them like that, so his presence was more than comforting. His declaration of love after pressing the red button to end the call was like her reward for her troubles. 

"I love you, too, H," she murmured, voice soft as she laid her arms over his and squeezed herself against his chest, "I know today hasn't been the most exciting birthday, but I really hope you've had a good time." 

His smile could be felt in the crook of her neck as Harry shifted his hold on her to grab at the soft of her waist. (Y/N) allowed herself to be pulled wherever Harry wanted her, staying pliant as she was turned to face him with her arms and phone tucked between their chests. His smile was tender as he gazed down at her, the softness of the curve rivaled only by the cushy moss coloring of his eyes. His hands were splayed over the small of her back, pinkies dipping into the dimples at the bottom of her spine. 

"This is the best birthday I've ever had, you know that," he cooed, "I love jus' being with you. I don't need loads of presents or parties or whatever y'think I need, I jus' want to spend time with you. And, I think 's special enough that y'didn't nap today and instead watched that entire documentary with me." 

(Y/N) couldn't help herself but fall into his chest, tucking her head under his chin and face in his neck. Though this was how they'd spent most of the afternoon, tangled together on the couch with whatever show or movie Harry wanted to watch playing on the television, it hadn't gotten old. The feel of his hands warming her back and the tickle of his curls brushing her nose was more than comforting, all the while being encompassed in his scent. As much as today was about him, this was definitely something she considered a gift. 

"That was pretty hard, I can't lie," (Y/N) mumbled, a small smile forming on her lips as she spoke. It really was the truth, anyway; it had been Harry who had pointed out how sleepy she became no matter what film or program was put on the T.V. after spending the morning with him, her being the first to fall asleep between the two without fail, even when she promised she'd watch the whole thing.

A lopsided smile curved over his features, a single dimple denting into his cheek as his tender gaze traced her face. "'M sure it was, baby," he crooned, "'M proud of y'for sticking through it." 

Wiggling her arms out from between them, (Y/N) disregarded her phone on the counter beside them before placing her hands on either side of Harry's jaw, cupping the sharp line in her palms. Her fingertips inched into the very edge of his hairline, his curls loose and grazing his collarbones. 

This was the longest she had ever seen his hair, and she loved it. The silken curls were her favorite things to play with anyway, especially when it was Harry who was having a hard time getting to sleep, and the added length made it all that much more enticing to run her fingers through. 

That was why she couldn't help herself before moving one of her hands from his jaw, brushing her fingers through the strands and tucking them out of his face. She curled his hair behind his ear, allowing the low light glowing through the kitchen to dance over the side of his face and touch the dark ink etched into his neck. She could feel his eyes on her as she indulged herself and glazed her eyes over the planes of his face and the highpoints of his features. When her eyes trailed over his neck, it was the blank spots that had stood out to her the most compared to the black ink she was so familiar with.

He had told her once, late at night when he was talking her to sleep after they'd watched a scary movie, that he'd been wanting to get a tattoo dedicated to her. A pair of tiny angel wings he'd had in mind, the design small enough to fit somewhere on his chest or even his neck, he'd said. Now, whenever she thought to look, (Y/N) found herself pursuing the blank patches of skin that she might find one day filled with angel wings that she'd know were just for her. 

"What are y'thinking about, baby?" 

The sound of his voice and the bob of his Adam's apple in Harry's throat pulled (Y/N)'s attention back to his face. She shook her head, a shy smile on her lips at being caught despite the fact she had so blatantly looked him over. "Nothing." 

In true Harry fashion, he delicately pried as he dipped his head and nudged his nose against hers. "You've gotta tell me now, darling. Can't keep secrets when y'smile like that, 's not fair." 

The hand that she had brushed his hair back with, dropped to trace a cautious fingertip over the cords of his neck down to the neckline of his top, very aware of the warmth of his skin and his eyes that documented her every move. "It was just..." she trailed off, unsure of her own words, "Remember that time you said you wanted to get a tattoo for me? The angel wings and all?"

A slowly curling smile took home on Harry's lips. "Mhm." 

"I was just looking, that's all. Seeing if anything changed." 

"You're just checking, I see," Harry mused, ducking his head again to be eye level with her, the green of his gaze outlined by smudges of inky-black liner, "That would be a fun birthday present, don't you think? I could even have you be the one to give it to me. Would never forget something like that." 

(Y/N) practically blanched at the idea of being the one to hold the tattoo gun to his skin. She'd never have steady enough hands, that was for sure. "I couldn't—I don't think—" 

A teasing pout took over his features, "Y'wouldn't want to do that for me? Give me something special to have with me all the time that reminded me of you?" 

When he put it like that, (Y/N) could almost forgive the jagged lines she would no doubt make. Almost. "Harry..." 

He grabbed at her hand that had fallen to his chest, fingers wrapping around her wrist before he tugged it towards his neck again. From memory, he picked a blank inch of space along the column of his throat, the patch of skin left free between the twisting vines of the rosebush that colored his chest. "Not even if I asked y'to put it here? So everyone would see it? So everyone would know that I've got a pretty angel waiting for me at home. I'd even let y'do them in pink, if y'wanted." 

Her mouth had gone dry as Harry talked. He was so good at things like this, easing her and showing her what those kind of things would mean to him, even if she was scared at first. He was the best at talking to her, soothing the biting fears and anxieties that typically followed her. 

Maybe she wouldn't be so bad, (Y/N) pondered. If she was super careful and remembered to breathe, her hand could steady out and Harry might possibly be left with a petite pair of angel wings drawn by her hand that he would carry with him for the rest of his life.

When she didn't answer, Harry kept on, his eyes drawing over her features in tender runs, "Could do what we did for yours: wait for the shop to close so it'd be just the two of us. Could have you sit on m'lap, and I'd tell y'how to do everything, baby. I know you'd be so careful and good for me. I know you'd make it pretty for me, wouldn't you?"

(Y/N) floundered for a response, feeling her eyelids sink low over her eyes, lashes creating a flattering vignette around the vision of Harry. He knew exactly what he was doing, holding her so close she could feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest before she heard him with her ears. 

It was the picture of her sat astride his lap, Harry laying underneath her on one of the tattoo chairs in the private rooms that made her lungs squeeze the hardest. If she allowed herself to creep towards the back of her mind, in this vision, there was no tattoo gun involved. Even less so, were clothes needed in this mirage. She wouldn't need much of a steady hand with Harry gripping her hips and helping her bounce up and down atop him, the only breathing she'd need to focus on would be to suck in enough air to tell him she loved him between the sinking of her hips. 

Kissing the side of her distracted mouth, Harry mumbled against the skin through a smile. "Now, what are y'think—" 

The doorbell rang just before he had a chance to finish his thought. Dinner was here.

A breath she hadn't been aware was stuck in her throat finally worked its way out when Harry drew away. His eyes were still the bright green she was in love with, but there was something lingering in them that she knew a little to well and recognized in the dark of his bedroom. If they kept this up, the birthday present she had been gearing up for was going to be rushed to be shared on the couch. 

"I should get that," (Y/N) mumbled, the words rolling off her dry tongue though she didn't make a move to leave his arms.

"Probably," Harry mused, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Or, I can get it. Y'look a little flustered, baby, might be best if I go answer the door, hm?" 

She knew he was teasing her, the slight lilt to his tone all the evidence she needed. Still, even as her cheeks heated and eyes grew a fraction wider at his words, she liked it. She liked it when Harry played these little games with her; when it was just the two of them and he used that voice on her. 

"Okay." 

Harry's lazy smile transformed into a full grin at her response. His arms around her waist dropped as he stepped away from her. "Go wait in the living room for me, yeah? I'll be back in just a second, baby." 

He left her after patting at her bottom, a self-satisfied smile on his lips. She watched his retreating form, tattooed shoulders stretching the white tatters of his vintage Rolling Stone's t-shirt his mom had sent as a present. The fabric, worn and old, allowed for the stretch and lean of his muscles to be seen through it, each of his movements highlighted by his tattoos.

At this point, (Y/N) wasn't sure if this gift she had planned tonight was more for him or for her. 

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(Y/N) watched from the corner of her eye as Harry sunk further into the couch cushion, his eyes drooping in the light of the T.V.. He held a contented smile on his features as he pulsed the arm he had slung around her shoulders. Their Chinese take away was still spread over the coffee table, having finished with the containers over an hour ago though neither of them had the motivation to put the leftovers away for the night. 

She tried to be discreet in the way she allowed her gaze to trace over the lines of his form. Soft lighting from the kitchen seeped into the living room allowing for Harry to be backlit, his profile standing out against the light. His lashes held a gentle curve, the tips fluttering against his brow bone and resting on his cheekbone every time he blinked. The straight angle of his nose allowed for the perfect slope that directed (Y/N)'s eyes to the hills and valleys of his Cupid's bow. Of course, what caught her eye the most, were the pillows of his lips that she knew like the back of her hand. Even with the lack of light draining some of the color from his features, she knew she could pinpoint the exact shade of raspberry pink that tinted his lips. 

Looking at him now, her heart squeezed when she remembered this was just the first of his birthdays they were spending together. She was going to have the rest of her life to see him grow and change and add to the person she loved.

Moving her gaze from his face, she was more than thankful for the tatters of his Rolling Stone's t-shirt as the holes and gashes in the fabric allowed for peeks at his inked torso. The way he was stretched out, legs spread wide, taking up space next to her with the length of his arm thrown over her shoulders, made the lean muscles in his torso ripple and stretch in a reminder of how strong he was—and how gently he conducted himself with her despite that. His tattoos were dark underneath the fabric, enhancing the shadows already blanketing the view of him. Even without the clear strength he displayed and the lean gracefulness that only came from someone who had grown to love the body they were in, the art inked on his skin was enough for (Y/N) to argue that photographs of him should be hung in the Lourve. Maybe even a statue of him to replace Michelangelo's David would suffice. 

Harry adjusted his position on the cushion, a sliver of his abdomen visible as he moved from one of the holes in his shirt. (Y/N) watched as the muscles contracted and shifted under the ink on his skin, ticking a fond memory (or should she say memories) of the just a couple of nights ago when he had her sat astride his lap and he bucked his hips up into her, abdomen flexing and straining as he bounced her on his hips. She swallowed at the thought, daring to allow her train of thought to drift towards what she was hoping he wasn't too tired for tonight. Just like he had done for her birthday those months back, she had something special in mind for tonight. 

(Y/N) hadn't even realized she'd been caught staring—since when had she allowed herself to shift towards him, straying away from the sly sideways glancing she had began with?—until Harry's lips curved into a smile and she heard he gentle rumbling of his voice. "What are y'looking at, baby? Have I got something on m'face?" 

He knew exactly what he was doing, that lilt returning to his voice that spurred a blaze to ignite behind (Y/N)'s cheeks. When he made a lazy roll of his neck, finally looking to her with that lopsided smile on his mouth, she felt her heart skip a beat. So what if he was teasing her and caught her staring? He knew what he looked like, so there's no way he could blame her. 

"No," she peeped, answering the latter question. Rolling her lips between her teeth, she shuffled closer to his side, feeling the heat of his gaze on her face. "I was just wondering if you were tired already," she explained, a very short and clean version of where her thoughts really had landed as she gazed at him. 

Harry's arm around her shoulders flexed, his palm spanning her upper arm with tattooed fingers denting the soft skin. "'M not tired, no," he started, something sly added to the curl of his lips, "Why?" 

(Y/N) shook her head, lips tight as she fought the urge to settle herself against his chest and slant her mouth over his. As much as Harry brought her out of her shell, this territory was still something she allowed him to take the lead on and was harder for her to express her wants and desires as freely as he did. 

But, she figured with that she had planned for tonight, that wouldn't much matter with what she was going to propose to Harry.

"Just wondering," she settled on, picking at her nails that had fallen in her lap.

A dark brow raised over his eyes, a knowing look shaping his features. "Are you tired?"  

This time the shake of her head was immediate and rushed. She was definitely, definitely not tired. 

"Look at you," Harry smiled, taking the initiative to swing his opposing arm around to land on the thick of her thigh before tugging her to him. He curled around her form, ducking his head to catch her gaze. "Two movies together and y'didn't fall asleep during either one. 'M proud of you, lovebug." 

Unable to stop the grin that plucked at the corners of her lips, (Y/N) allowed the smile to stretch over her face. She loved it when he talked to her like that, hearing that he was proud of her, even if its over something silly like staying awake during movies. 

(Y/N) glanced at him through the cover of her lashes. "I didn't want to miss any of your birthday, that's all," she peeped, voice a secret between the two of them. 

Harry hummed at her words, eyes flitting over her features in teasing draws over the planes. "We've still got a few hours left, don't we? Any ideas on how to spend them, since y'don't want to miss anything?" 

As if he didn't already have a plan. (Y/N) knew better, knew he had something cooking up with that inky gleam in his eyes. 

Still, (Y/N) rolled her lips between her teeth, dropping her gaze to his tattooed arms, the designs sinking under the sleeve of his top though the lines of his muscles were easy to follow. "I had a couple of ideas, maybe." 

The lopsided grin on his lips widened. "And what were those ideas, love?" 

She felt like a guppy now at his prompting, unsure of how exactly she wanted to phrase what she had planned for the night. Sure, he had done a stellar job of pulling her further and further out of her shell since they'd met, but this was... different. Different than anything she'd asked of him before. 

This whole idea came to her on accident, really. Months ago, she'd come by the shop to drop off Harry's lunch, him having forgotten the bag in the kitchen when he'd left that morning. It was supposed to be nothing more than a couple of minutes, in and out before she headed off to class after sharing a couple of kisses in his office. But, when she had walked in, finding the front room vacated with voices drifting through from Harry's office, she overheard something that made her pause. 

It was no secret Harry was the more experienced out of the two of them, but it definitely wasn't something they regularly discussed—if at all. But, walking into the tattoo parlor she overheard one of the boys (she was about ninety percent sure it was Niall, which didn't surprise her) teasing Harry about how he apparently only "made love" now, gone were the days of his raucous shenanigans and explicit flings. She had crept down the hallway, listening as their words floated out through the small crack left between the door and the jamb of his office. She heard as Harry brushed off their teasing, telling them to leave him alone. It seemed his protesting had only spurred them on, (Y/N) listening as she heard them start again, asking Harry if he remembered back in the day when he was the first to share whatever wild escapades had taken place the night before with details to spare. 

She'd known he'd gotten into some trouble before her, and more than likely toned down a lot of the kind of things he enjoyed before her, but it was different hearing it this way. Harry was always very adamant about how much he loved the things they did together, that he didn't want for anything when he had her kiss on his lips and her pretty body in his arms. Even then, he didn't play into their teasing, only offering half-hearted grumbles and requests for his friends to shut the fuck up, but (Y/N) felt like she was finally hearing about a side of her Harry she'd never learned about before. 

For a split second, the idea that he had these experiences with others before her inspired a lick of insecurity tinted with jealousy before the pit was quickly filled and a different set of ideas replacing that worry. She had all the time in the world to redraw those memories of his, putting herself in place of those previous girls. That was how he figured his birthday might be the best time to put some of those ideas into action. 

Harry nudged his nose against hers, the tip grazing her cheek as he awaited a response. "Y'can tell me, baby. 'S jus' me." 

"Well, um," she stuttered, taking advantage of the lack of eye contact as he buried his face in her neck, "I just... When we go to your room, I want tonight to be all about you. I want to do whatever you want—however r-rough you want to be, I'll do it." 

Once that stuttered word left her mouth, her request for him to be rough, she felt Harry tense. The teasing shapes he was drawing on the curve of her neck with the tip of his nose and the brushes of his lips against the delicate skin halted in less than a second. 

Maybe this wasn't the right thing to ask. 

Pulling back from the home he made in her neck, Harry's eyes were clear and unrelenting as they matched hers. "Y'want me to be rough with you?" 

Swallowing, (Y/N) found her mouth dry now that she had an unobstructed view of his reaction. "I-I want to do whatever you like, in-including being rough if that's what you want." 

Long, slow moments passed where (Y/N) felt more than a little vulnerable under his gaze. The mossy coloring of his irises decreased until it was nothing more than a thin ring around his pupils. The longer he looked at her, she noticed the way something smug lingered on the edge of his lips though he tried to bite it back with the blunt of his teeth. 

Touching his forehead to hers, Harry closed the space between them tight enough to leave just the tip of his nose nudging hers though not near enough to close the gap between their lips. "That's not what I asked you, baby, you know that. I wanted to know if you wanted me to be rough. Don't care if it's something y'think I want, I want to know what you want." 

His eyes were clear and piercing as they met hers, cutting out any chance for her to shy away or find anything other than his attention to concentrate on. His hands were still softly cradling her form, an arm around her shoulder to anchor her while the other hand cupped the soft of her thigh, fingers edging towards her bottom—gentle, like he always was with her. 

With Harry's words floating around in her head, (Y/N) pictured what it would be like for those gentle hands on her body to shift. For his hands to change the way they guided her. The gentle pressing of his fingertips on her thigh could become bruising dents into the soft of her form. The weight of his body pinning her to the mattress under him, keeping her just where he wanted. His hips driving between hers, knocking the breath out of her before she could even gasp his name. All the while, he could still picture Harry kissing her gently, telling her how beautiful she was even as she was ruined. 

Focusing her attention back on the man that was currently starring in her fantasies, (Y/N) realized she hadn't been very discreet in her imaginings. The corner of his lips were upturned in the slightest, his hooded eyes seeming entirely too smug around the ink of his blown pupil. 

"I think it could be... nice," (Y/N) settled on, her words nothing more than a peep between them. 

Harry's lips bloomed into a smile at her word choice. "Nice? Y'think me being rough with you, showing y'exactly how I want you and letting me do anything I want, would be nice?" 

He was teasing her. As expected, a fluttering of butterflies and bumblebees made way through her tummy, knocking against her ribs and punching at the soft tissue of her middle. But, what wasn't normal, was the extra clench of her muscles at the tone he used, the cloying, gently mocking tone that swathed his words and made her thighs clench and insides pulse. 

Maybe it was the butterflies in her tummy or the way he was looking at her so intensely with a teasing shimmer in his eyes, but (Y/N) felt breathless as she spoke. "I-I think so, yeah." 

(Y/N) watched as Harry sucked in a deep breath, his eyes clear and attentive as he gazed as her. Before she could react, his hand that had been settled on her thigh reached up and grabbed at her chin, pinching the curve between his thumb and forefinger as he tipped his head and pressed his lips against hers. 

Gentle as he always was, Harry guided her through the contact, tucking her bottom lip between his two. He sucked on the full of her lip sweetly, the tip of his tongue tasting the swipe of raspberry lip treatment she had applied to her mouth after dinner. It wasn't the kiss she had expected given the circumstances of their conversation, but it wasn't one she was going to complain about. 

That is until Harry's hand on her chin shifted, working over the line of her jaw before finding its way through her hair. His fingers sifted through the strands before he made a sharp fist on the back of her head, hair included. Her head snapped back, baring her neck as her pulse picked up under the delicate skin. A gasp fell from her mouth, the change in his hold more startling than anything painful. 

"Was that nice like y'were thinking?" 

Despite the lightly mocking edge to his words, (Y/N) couldn't help but flutter her eyes closed and nod her head as best she could with a fist in her hair. The brush of Harry's lips against hers that she earned was nothing more than a tease before he pulled away after a breath. Only their breathing could be heard as (Y/N) tried to find her mind, Harry's hand lingering heavily in her hair. He made slow work of unfurling his fingers and allowing the strands to slip back into place. 

"I think," he breathed, dotting a kiss on her chin before the point was plucked between his thumb and forefinger, "we need to talk about a couple of things before we keep going. That alright, angel?" 

Blinking her eyes open, she allowed her chin to level and get a look at her Harry. There was something different in his gaze as he swept it over her features. The green of his eyes was almost completely eradicated around the inky black of his blown pupil, a spark lingering behind them that she'd never seen before. 

Was this the guy the boys had talked about? Was this who existed before she walked into his life?

"Hm, baby?" he prompted her, thumb tapping against her chin through the hold he had on her.

"Y-Yeah," she stuttered, "We can talk." 

A sweet smile bloomed on his features the longer he looked at her, his grip on her chin loosening to a caress before he planted a soft kiss on her lips. "You're s'good, angel." 

She smiled into the contact, comforted by the reappearance of her safe place. "Thank you." 

A breathy laugh was exhaled through Harry's nose as his eyes practically turned into hearts while looking at her. He ran his thumb over the full of her bottom lip, pressing into the pad before whispering for her to c'mon, then, lovebug.

With their fingers laced together, the towed her behind him to his bedroom. As much as it broke her heart, (Y/N) closed the door behind them, effectively cutting off Evie from racing over the threshold and joining in on the cuddling she was expecting. Silence covered the bedroom as Harry tugged her to the bed, sitting himself down first before placing her on his lap. 

(Y/N) settled herself with thighs on either side of his hips, arms wrapping around his neck while Harry's steadied her around her waist. While he was still very clearly wrapped up in what they started out in the living room (the bulge sitting right underneath her was enough evidence), she still couldn't help herself from fawning over him. No matter how blown his pupils were and what the night's agenda held, he was still the most gentle, handsome man she'd ever met and that made her heart beat harder than anything. 

"Hi," she smiled, playing with the ringlets of curls falling over his shoulders. 

His smile was sweet as he gazed up at her. "Hi, baby." 

She couldn't help but hug herself to him at the sound of his affection, tucking herself into his neck with her chest pressed into his. Harry reciprocated her hold just as tightly, fingers braiding behind her back with his chin on her shoulder. 

"Still feeling good about your idea for tonight?" Harry cooed in her ear. 

Sitting in his arms, she got to feel the strength she had been admiring before. Corded muscles cuddled her close to the planes of his chest, blocks of abs pushing against the soft of her own body. She didn't know what he was going to do with his body, with the span of his hands that held her waist or the cradle of his thighs under her body, but she knew that he wouldn't do anything he didn't think she would enjoy or make her feel unsafe. 

"I am, yeah," she affirmed, nodding her head with a smushed cheek against his shoulder. 

"M'brave girl," he praised her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before drawing away and urging her to pull back. "I've got something new I want to do with you tonight, then, too." 

"Okay," she nodded, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth as she fought to maintain the eye contact she knew he was looking for. 

He shifted his hold on her, his forearm still barred around her back while his other hand pet at her waist in gentle runs. "Have y'ever heard of a safe word before?" 

Her response was a simple shake of her head. If Harry hadn't taught it to her, chances are, she'd never heard of it or understood what it meant if she had. 

Nodding his head, (Y/N) watched as the curls huddled over his shoulders. "Since y'want to do some rougher things with me tonight, I think we should have a safe word or try out a color system," he continued, voice soft between the two of them, "'S jus' something for both of us, to make sure we both feel comfortable and safe. If either of us say our safeword, then everything stops. We go back to cuddling and loving on one another, no matter what we were doing before. Y'can tell me to stop still, no matter what and I'll listen, but this can jus' be something else we have that we can use. " 

(Y/N) listened intently to his explanation, nodding her head as he finished though she wasn't completely clear on all the details. "What's a color system?" 

Harry rolled the question around in his head, tilting his head as if wracking his brain for the right answer. "'S like a stoplight, kind of. There's green, letting each other know we both feel good and that we can keep going. There's yellow, which means we need to slow down, that we still want to keep going but need a breather. And there's red, which is the same as saying stop. No questions or anything, jus' a complete stop and we start treating each other gently again." 

"Oh, okay." The idea sounded simple enough, (Y/N) figured. She liked the idea that if H didn't like something they ended up doing tonight, that he could ask her to stop or slow down. And, she could ask for a breather if need be, though she couldn't imagine Harry doing anything that would push her too far to step out of green territory.

The edges of Harry's lips fought to curve into a smile as she gazed at her. "Yeah? Do you like that idea?" 

"Mhm," she hummed, a nod of her head accompanying the sound, "I like the colors." 

His hand on her waist slid up the curve of her side before landing on the ladder of her ribs. "What's your color right now, then, love?" 

She didn't even have to think before he bounced in his lap (a move that had Harry's thighs tense and grip pulse), "Green—I'm green."

"Me too, baby," he mused before craning his neck and pressing his lips to her, falling back on the mattress and taking her with him, "I'm going to be checking in on you a few times tonight, okay? Whenever we do something new, I want to know your color and make sure you're okay." 

"Okay," she whispered against his kiss, her arms around his neck tightening with the curls tickling the insides, "And you'll tell me if you're not green anymore?" 

(Y/N) felt his smile more than she saw it as he nudged his nose against hers, "I will, angel. I promise." 

Catching her lips in a kiss, Harry took his time working her into the dreamy state she had been in out in the living room, helping her find her pliant state with his tongue in her mouth and hands on her waist. (Y/N) followed after him, lips parted and allowing sweeps of his tongue to run through her mouth with sucks of her bottom lip into his mouth, her chest pressed to his as she breathed in deep runs when she had the chance. 

Her knees were braced on either side of his hips when Harry adjusted his hold and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hang on," he murmured against her kiss before tightening his grip and rolling them over to end with him on top. 

Careful to keep the full brunt of his weight from sinking into her, Harry allowed himself to lean into her form, pining her to the mattress. His mouth on hers slowed to gentle kisses, only the tip of his tongue running along the seam of her lips as he seemingly waited for any change in her response to the heavy handed contact. The only one garnered came in the form of her arms around his neck shifting to allow her fingers to sift through the curls of his hair. 

This what what she had been imagining, she thought as she sighed into the contact; he was being as gentle as ever, kissing her sweetly and reminding her how loved she was by him, with the breath-stealing weight of his body pinning her down to ensure he got to keep doing as he pleased for as long as he felt. She hadn't been thinking when she bucked her hips upwards when she felt his arms looped around her waist tighten and draw an arch into her back. 

A hum rumbled through his chest, her core having pressed right against the ridge of his cock. His kissing turned a touch harsher, something punishing lingering on the outskirts of the contact as he smeared his mouth over her own before pulling away. The heat of his breathing was felt against her skin as he stayed close enough to touch the tip of his nose to hers. "Be good, baby," he told her, his arms around her waist shifting to cup the bones of her hips in his palms, "Stay still and let me take care of y'like y'promised you'd let me." 

Her breathing hitched at his words, the measured pacing she had started with now coming out in a huffed pant through squeezed lungs. "Okay, sorry," she squeaked.

"Don't be sorry," he hummed, nudging her face to the side with the help of his nose, "Jus' be good like I know y'are, yeah?" 

While Harry kissed down the planes of her face, following the line of her jaw before planting a garden of kisses along the curve of her throat, (Y/N) tried to find her head. She'd lost it the second Harry wrapped her hair in his fist on the couch and it seemed to only run farther and farther away every time the stern tone of his voice rang through her head. Velvet covered steel, she thought, affection carrying the words out of his mouth though he made sure to let her know she was going to be sticking to her word of letting him call every single shot for the night. 

It was Harry this time that ground their hips together, his cock pushing against her legging covered core. (Y/N) did her best to keep from reciprocating the strokes of his hips, her thighs tensing on either side of him with her hands in his hair tightening as if to work out that energy that called for her to ask for more from him. 

"Feel me, love?" he murmured, his teeth scraping at the ledge of her collarbone as he dug his hips harder into her softness. 

"Uh-huh," she keened, her mouth falling into a gape with her cheek smushed against the soft of his pillow under her head. 

"So hard for y'already, angel. That's what happens when you're good for me." He praised her as he drew away from the column of her throat. One of his hands abandoned station on her hip, his palm cradling her cheek as he nudged her to face him. His hand still on her cheek, he pet his thumb over the height of her cheekbone, "Ready to give me more?"

He gazed down at her with eyes that reminded her of the tone of his voice: stern steel and velveteen affection. His lips were slicked with spit and shone in the limited light offered by the lamp on the night stand before he trapped the bottom one between his teeth, gaze shifting to where she could feel the imprint of his kiss on her neck. 

Her response came out as an absent hum of confirmation, the noise vibrating through her throat where she could still feel the ghost of his warmth working over the skin. A short smile made its way over his mouth, molding his features into something soft before dotting a kiss on her cheek. He shifted over her, drawing away and leaving her to face the chill without his body covering hers. 

"C'mere, lovebug," he crooned, tugging her along with him until he was sat at the edge of the mattress with (Y/N) following. He pinned his gaze on her as she kneed over the fluff of the duvet, stopping her before she could get too comfortable. Reaching for a pillow that bordered the headboard, he said, "Why don't y'get on your knees for me, baby." 

(Y/N) watched as he placed the pillow on the floor, filling the space between his legs that was left as he spread them open to allow her to kneel between. She swallowed, following his tender-toned instructions as she climbed off the bed and sat back on her heels, knees cushioned by the pillow. With her bottom lip trapped between the blunt of her teeth, (Y/N) gazed up at Harry from where she sat, her skin heating when she found his eyes already pinned to her. 

He towered over her from where he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands spanning the thick of his thighs, black nails gleaming like the matching hoops pierced through his lip and nose. 

"Comfortable, love?" he crooned to her, reaching out and passing his fingers through the baby-fine hairs that fell over her forehead. 

"Mhm," she smiled, leaning into his hand, "Thank you for the pillow."

The edges of his lips curled into a softened smile, his hand settling into a cradle on her cheek. "Of course, baby. 'M going to be a little rough tonight, not mean." 

(Y/N) turned her head in his hand, lips level with the warmth of his palm where she pressed a kiss to the center. The ink of Harry's pupils, though still harboring a heat that was going to take some effort on (Y/N)'s part to extinguish, practically turned to rounded hearts as he gazed down at her. She watched through the frame of her lashes as he curled over, his other hand abandoning his thigh and settling along the line of her jaw.

"Give me a kiss, angel," he cooed to her, bending down far enough that his hair haloed around then with her face cupped between his palms. 

It didn't take much of a thought before (Y/N) complied with his request, bouncing on her heels. She earned a breathy laugh from Harry was fanned over her skin before he sealed his mouth over hers in a soft kiss. He parted her lips gently with his own, allowing her only a taste of his tongue before he was drawing away once again, thumbs petting at her cheekbones. 

"M'angel girl," he murmured before kissing at the corner of her mouth. He unfurled himself from around her, sitting with his hips at the edge of the mattress and his gaze pinned on his love. He only dropped her eyes when he began messing with the fastenings on his pants, fingers working right at (Y/N)'s eye level. 

Watching intently, (Y/N) felt her breathing shift. The air in her lungs suddenly felt heavy as she followed the track his fingers were tracing until the glimpse of white boxers she'd seen before turned into a full-fledged show as he parted his fly and left it gaping. The outline of his cock was clear as day through the straining fabric, precum just beginning to seep out and thin the opacity of his underwear. 

"Understand, angel?"

(Y/N) watched as Harry's hands stopped working, the black on his nails glimmering in the glowing light from the lamp. His tone was deep and graveled as it caught her attention, (Y/N) realizing her hadn't heard a single word of what she was supposed to be understanding. 

"W-What?" she stuttered, looking up at Harry with her eyes rounding out from the hard edges that shaped his features. 

He canted his head as he looked at her, the edges of his lips fighting off a tilt. "Y'weren't listening to me, baby?" 

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a beat, eyes falling from his matching gaze back down to his lap in a fleeting sweep. "I was distracted," she peeped, "Sorry." 

Shaking his head, Harry took her face between his hands, barring her from looking anywhere but himself as he curled forward once more. "Remember what I said? Don't have to be sorry, love, jus' be good. Okay?" 

"Okay," she repeated through puffed lips, nodding her head as best she could in his hold.

Harry indulged himself in a short kiss to her lips before he resumed his position and worked his pants down his hips, budging up until the material sat at the mid of his thighs. "Was telling y'that I want y'to remember that 'm being rough tonight, but not mean to you. We're gonna try something a little different this time, and I want y'to tell me if y'want to stop. Since y'won't have much room to speak, our colors aren't going to work. But, what y'can do for me, is tap my leg three times, and that's how I'll know y'want to stop. Do y'understand this time, angel?" 

Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) willed herself to look away from the tented fabric of his boxers. "Y-Yeah, I do, Harry," she said, nodding her head. It took effort for her to look away from the way his cock jumped as her voice wrapped around his name. 

Breathing stilted but the smug curve of his lips remained as Harry looked down at her with affectionate approval floating in his eyes. "Good girl," he praised. 

Shuffling on her knees, (Y/N) couldn't help herself but draw closer when she saw his hand settle on the waistband of his underwear. Harry's breathy laugh of so eager, falling on deaf ears as she watched the way his fingers curled into the stitched band and tugged and tugged until his boxers joined his pants at the midpoint of his thighs. 

Watching his cock bob against his tattooed stomach, (Y/N) felt just as she did the first time she got on her knees for him. Though his tattoos continued down under his bellybutton, clusters of flora that matched the rosegarden of his chest piece, she always thought the laurels etched into his hips—a pair he had gotten long before he decided to cover his skin—acted as the perfect frame for him in moments like these. The ruddy head stood out starkly against the black ink, the veined underside on display as he further widened his legs for (Y/N) to take her place between before she reached for his pants and tugged them off the rest of the way, leaving him in only the tatters of his Rolling Stones top.

Just as he always did since the first time he had her like this, Harry wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, giving her a show as he stroked over his length in slow runs. (Y/N) knew that if she had it in her to tear her eyes away from the sight of his tattooed hand jerking over his cock, she would find Harry with a smug smile his lips, moments away from teasing her over her rapt attention. 

"C'mere, angel," Harry murmured to her, his hand still stroking with his thumb running over the tip. 

(Y/N) worked on autopilot, shuffling closer to him, tattooed thighs on either side of her head with the slick sounds of his hand running over his cock filling her ears. Her breathing came out in shaky exhales, a blurt of precum bubbling at Harry's tip once she was close enough for the air to fan over the heated skin. 

"Open for me," he directed, voice low and strong. 

Tongue out, (Y/N) opened her mouth, finally sparing a glance to Harry's face from where he sat above her. His cheeks were now flushed, the tip of his tongue pressed into the hoop of his lip ring, the metal bobbing. He looked down at her, attention pinned to the way she heeded his commands as soon as they fell from his lips. Once he caught her eyes on him, the very corners of his lips turned upward in a small smile, her eyes rounded out and mooning up at him with her mouth open just for him. 

"'Member what I told you?" he asked, pressing the tip of his prick into the flat of her tongue, a pearl of precum dragging across the buds in a tease, "'Bout telling me if y'need to stop?" 

(Y/N) nodded her head as best she could without disrupting Harry as he stroked himself over her tongue. She watched as he shook his head, the curtain of his hair swaying at the motion. 

"No," he settled, "Need to hear y'say it." 

He backed off just enough to not allow her the excuse of pleasuring him to stop her from answering him how he wanted. Swallowing around her dry throat, (Y/N) eagerly nodded her head once more, "I do—I remember, daddy." 

His hand stuttered over his length at the sound of the title. "Good girl, angel," he praised, voice strained. 

Harry reached his freehand around to thread his fingers through her hair, bringing her close to his cock, her mouth falling open on instinct. He guided her with a firm hand, though careful to be gentle with the strands of hair in his fist, pushing the head of his prick into the warmth of her mouth. Upon contact, pearls of precum glazing over her tongue, (Y/N)'s eyes fell closed. 

A heavy sigh fell from Harry's lips. As much as (Y/N) wanted to peek up at him, see the gape of his raspberry lips and the pinkened flush to his skin, she couldn't bring herself to leave the land of HarryHarryHarry that puddled in her system as the weight of his cock settled over her tongue. 

If she was being honest, this act—taking him in her mouth—was one of her favorites. Ever since the first time she got on her knees for him, she understood why Harry wanted to spend so much time between her thighs. In an odd sense, she felt comforted by it all; his hands laced through her hair or holding her own, the weight of his fingers or cock in her mouth, and the cradle of his body enveloping her no matter the position. Not to mention the butterflies that ran rampant in her tummy as she listened to his moans and sighs of her name, knowing that she was making him feel as good as she possibly could with nothing else but her mouth and her will to please him. So, she definitely did not mind that this was how he wanted to start his birthday night off with her. 

(Y/N) fell into her rhythm, bobbing her head along his length with her tongue following after in drags over his cock. Harry's hand served as little more than a reassuring weight on the back of her head, his fingers momentarily tightening and shifting in the strands the farther she took him in. Her breathing came in pants through her nose, growing heavier and heavier the longer she sucked him off. Once she felt comfortable enough, her movements easing and becoming more and more languid as she became used to the feel of him sliding in her mouth, she took him further, the very tip of his prick edging towards the tight funnel of her throat with the pillow of her tongue contracting underneath. 

It was then that Harry's thighs tensed on either side of her head, the crown of his prick jumping against her tongue with a strangled call of his favorite pet name for her—angel, of course—fell from his lips. As much of a struggle as it was, (Y/N) pried her eyes open, though still hooded, and peeked up at Harry through her lashes.

She found him with his gaze already fixed to her, eyes inky black and skin flushed with a gleam of sweat collecting on his temples. The tattered fabric of his top allowed for insight into the way his inked chest contracted as his lungs filled and compressed, tattoos dancing over his skin. Gosh, the view from here—sitting under him, saliva and precum coating her lips—as she watched him fall in love with her mouth was something she wouldn't forget. 

As soon as Harry caught sight of her gaze searching him over, something shifted. His hand in her hair tightened. The roots of the strands were tugged in a gentle pull as his fingers flexed, the line of Harry's jaw strengthening as he gazed down at her. 

"Gonna let me be in charge now, love? Ready for me?" he asked her, voice dripping in honey-thick lust and drenched in rocky gravel. Just as (Y/N) was going to settle for a nod of her head to tell him yes, she was tugged off his cock, a slick noise filling the air as the head of his prick popped out of her mouth. 

From the corner of her eye, she saw a string of her spit linking the full of her bottom lip to the tip of his cock, the salvia bowing before dropping against her chin as he drew her back. Her breathing came in broken heaves, lips glossed and eyes wide. Desperate to have him back in her mouth, feel the base of his cock under hands and his tip at the back of her throat, (Y/N) nodded her head in jerky motions. "Ye-Yes, I'm ready, daddy." 

A pleased smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the ring pierced at the edge of his mouth bobbing at the motion. "And what will y'do if y'need me to stop?" 

Through her hazed mind, (Y/N) wracked her brain in search of the vital piece of information he shared not even ten minutes earlier. "I-I'll tap your leg, right? Three times, and that means red—that I want to stop." 

Bringing his free hand that had been wrapped in the fabric of his comforter down to cradle her jaw, Harry wiped the pad of his thumb over her swollen bottom lip, disregarding the spit and precum that pearled over the skin. The curve of his lips turned proud as he gazed down at her. "Exactly, angel. M'brave girl, aren't you?" 

As silly as it was, she felt a bit bashful under these praises as she lent her cheek into his hand. "I'm trying to be." 

Harry only shook his head, the loose curls around his face swaying in agreement. "You are, darling." Before she could utter any kind of protest, Harry folded over himself and pressed a kiss to her swollen lips, the peck innocent despite the fact his naked bottom half was inches from (Y/N)'s face and shining in her spit. 

When he unfurled himself from the cove his body made around her, he gave a gentle graze of his thumb over her cheek before he lent back into that same hand that was now planted on the mattress behind him. That left him sitting over (Y/N) with his hand in her hair and a lazy smile on his mouth. It didn't take much coaxing her for her to follow along with his guiding hand as he tugged her forward, bringing her back to his cock. 

As much as she wanted to surge ahead, take him back into the warmth of her mouth and feel the weight of the head on her tongue and the vine of his vein brushing over her lips, she allowed him to be in charge just like he said. Just as in everything else he did, Harry started gently. He worked her over his length in familiar motions, the same pace she had been curating just moments before. 

It wasn't until she fell into that comforting rhythm with her eyes closed, almost taking over the motions though Harry still had a steady grip on her hair that things shifted. When her lips reached the point where she would instinctively draw back towards his tip, Harry's hand urged her to go a hair further. Her brows knitted together over her shuttered eyes though she allowed him to guide her, making a point to breath as steady as she could manage through her nose. 

With his cock just barely pushing into her throat with the head brushing past the root of her tongue, (Y/N) felt herself tighten up—tummy, insides, and throat alike—before he pulled her back, the makings of the gag that constricted her muscles ebbing away before doing any damage. He took her back to her his tip, her tongue laving over him as she took advantage of the break, breath coming in deeply through her nose as her brows relaxed again.

"Alright, baby?" Harry asked, voice low and strained. She could feel his eyes on her. 

Mouth full, (Y/N) nodded her head, humming an mhm around his length. Cracking her eyes open just a slice, she was granted a view of Harry looking at her with his gaze fixed on where her mouth was wrapped around his prick, his own bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth. His hand behind him fisted the comforter, muscles straining and dancing under the layer of tattoos on his skin. Every bit of his unrestrained strength seemed to be going into that grip, leaving the hand in her hair stern but worlds more gentle than what he was putting that fistful of bedding through. 

Nostrils flaring as he sucked in a deep breath, Harry gauged her reaction as he urged her forward. "Gonna do it again, alright? Gonna help you take me a little deeper." 

Another hum came from her throat, Harry's thighs jumping on either side of her head. Just as before, he allowed her to get comfortable with a few passes over his prick before urging her to take him deeper, the head of his cock pushing further down her throat. A distracting moan sounded from above her, Harry's voice dredged in gravel and just as breathless as she felt. The nudge of the head at her throat was enough to make her tense up, muscles constricting around the intrusion before she could school herself into calming her reaction. Just as her breath was stolen, Harry steered her back. This time, he pulled her off his length completely, the tip popping out of her mouth, glistening in her spit with swirls of precum shining in the light. 

(Y/N) shifted on her knees, the cushion underneath them dragging over the floor. Mouth dropped into a gap, she caught her breath with Harry's hand in her hair abandoning the strands in favor of sliding over her jaw and cradling her face. As gentle as he was, the second (Y/N) blinked her bleary eyes up at him, she could tell the effort to be so, was taxing. 

"W-Why'd we stop?" she asked, words coming out around her uneven breaths. 

She watched Harry's throat bob as he swallowed, gaze struggling to keep from dropping her to spit-slicked pout. "Wanted to give you a minute. Felt y'start to gag." 

Shaking her head before he even finished, (Y/N)'s brows pinched as she looked up at him. "I don't need a minute," she said, though her ragged breathing begged to differ, "I want to keep going, daddy. I can handle it, I promise." 

It was like a movie, his reaction. Harry's muscles liquified as he took in her response; the tense in his jaw disappeared, shoulders sunk, and bunched arm muscles slackened. Even his eyelids threatened to close on him. His cock had an opposing reaction, jumping against his stomach, taking (Y/N)'s eye for a moment before she urged herself to match Harry's gaze again to let him know she was being serious. 

"Y'think y'can handle me, angel?" 

That earned him a nod in response. 

A whispered curse floated in the air between them as Harry's body came to life again, muscles tight and unforgiving. "I really hope y'can, love." 

There was less than a second for (Y/N) to process his words before he shifted on the mattress, bringing himself to the very edge of the bed and closer to her face. The hand on her jawline snaked a path back into her strands, fingers threading through the hair fluffed on the back of her head. It only took a single nudge from that grip that had (Y/N) smearing her lips in a kiss over the underside of his shaft, nose skimming his length as she worked. 

A shuddering breath wracked Harry's body, his head falling backwards with the curls of his hair falling down his shoulderblades as (Y/N) watched from under him. He recovered slowly as she kissed over the thick vein vining around his cock before meeting the ridge leading to the head, the tip on her tongue swiping over the sensitive skin. 

Though he didn't seem to have the firmest grasp on his control, Harry told her with his best stern tone, "Wh-When we start again, 'm not gonna stop, 'kay? Said y'don't need a break, so if y'decide you do need one, you've got to stick to our rule." 

Her insides warmed at his concern, no matter what, he was always going to be a worrier, even if what they were doing was her idea in the first place. She placed a single kiss to the glazed head of his prick before she drew away. "Okay, H. I understand." 

She knew that was the response he was looking for when his hand flexed in her hair and a breathless smile curled his lips. A mumbled praise fell from his lips, the words being lost on their way to her ears before she was distracted with that same tight hand in her hair. 

It was a routine by now, the way he eased her over his length. (Y/N) welcomed him with a slacked jaw and gaze peering up at him through the frame of her lashes before it became too much—she became too lost, and had to close her eyes. She waited for him, preparing herself with as even of breaths she could take through her nose as he took her further and further down his shaft. The first glance of his head on the back of her throat had her bracing herself with one of her hands landing on his leg, palm on his shin with her fingers digging into his calf. The hand in her lap became restless, clenching and unclenching with nudges of the heel of her palm brushing at the apex of her thighs. 

Harry hesitated in the rhythm he made for her, the pushing and pulling of his hand on the back of her head stilling for just a moment as a shuddering breath sounded in the quiet of their bedroom. (Y/N) peeked her eyes open at that stall, finding him gazing down at her with his bottom lip being worried between his teeth. When his eyes caught hers, lips around his prick and gaze hooded with a shine of her spit beginning to layer over her chin, (Y/N) hummed around him, her own urging him to continue without words. 

That seemed to be enough for the links of his fingers in her hair to shift, his other hand coming to join in the messy strands of her hair. He pulled her off just enough to leave the tip in her mouth as he moved over the edge of the mattress, his legs braced on either side of her with feet planted on the floor. 

(Y/N) didn't realize what he was preparing for until the first thrust of his hips upwards, his cock filling her mouth though her head stayed just where he wanted her. Her spine stiffened at the feeling, the tip of his cock pushing into the tunnel of her throat. Her instincts urged her to pull back, save herself from the jolt of the intrusion, but the soothing weight of his hand made her stay just where he wanted, savoring the pump of the vein lining the underside of his cock. Instead, she shuttered her eyes and focused on breathing through her nose, however shaky the inhales were.

"Oh, fuck," Harry breathed when he felt the snug fit of her throat grow even tighter as he held her there for a beat, hips lifted from the bed. His tattooed thighs were bunched tightly, muscles stiff and unmoving as he fought to keep from bucking his hips any more. "I-I can feel you, angel—so tight. Go-Good girl, jus' keep breathing." 

Hearing him so breathless, struggling over his words just as she was used to doing, made (Y/N)'s confidence soar as he reared back, backside settling back on the mattress and freeing her airways for a moment. Now maybe wasn't the time to pat herself on the back, but it felt nice hearing him praise her for allowing him to guide her into new territory and to please him like she wanted. With that praise floating in her head, she welcomed the next gentle strokes of his hips into her mouth, saturated cock sliding over her tongue before reaching the familiar home it was carving out in her throat. 

His voice echoed in her ears, calling her a good girl, as she took the initiative and swallowed around him each time he tucked himself far in her mouth. She kept the gagging at bay each time she swallowed, Harry's pleasure being the most rewarding side effect of the tactic.

"L-Look at you, darling," he praised her, voice filtering through gritted teeth, "Weren't lying when y'said y'could handle me, were you? Doing so good swallowing around my cock." 

If she could have, (Y/N) would have smiled at him. If she was being honest, she hadn't been completely sure of herself when she blurted out that promise—the promise that she could handle him, no breaks needed, with his prick being shoved down her throat in whichever way he saw fit. It was nice to know she hadn't been lying to him. 

Instead, she only hummed a keening noise around his length, her tummy tightening when his bucking hips stuttered in their pacing. The moment he recovered he seemed to only be spurred on by that momentary lapse, the rocking of his hips growing faster though the depth of his thrusts didn't change. (Y/N)'s grip on his leg pulsed, the coarse hair under her palm grounding her to that moment. Her blood pumped past her ears in roaring waves, almost blocking out the muttering she heard Harry doing under his breath, his fingertips tugging at the roots of her hair. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he murmured, the cursing seeming involuntary, "Letting me fuck your face—su-such a angel. Go-Gonna make me cum on your face." 

Something in her shifted at the idea of feeling his warmth spilling over her features, painting the highpoints of her face and dripping towards her open mouth. While it didn't inspire the prettiest of pictures of herself, (Y/N) could only imagine the loving praise that would fall from Harry's mouth. 

Slick sounds erupted from around her mouth as (Y/N) laved her tongue over his cock with each thrust he pushed into her mouth. She wanted that now—she wanted the picture of her decorated in his release as he praised her with hearts in his eyes and his kiss on her neck. It was with that thought that she met his hips halfway, disregarding the hands on either side of her face. 

She fixed her concentration onto the pacing of her breathing and the air filtering through her nose as she pushed herself further than Harry had done himself. Harry's own surprise was documented in the way his hips stuttered, stilling as he let her swallow as much of him as she pleased. With her focus on keeping her head from the clouds, (Y/N) didn't even realize just how far she has taken him, how much of his prick has pushed through her mouth, until the tip of her nose grazed the thatch of hair bordering his base. 

With her head moments from floating up into clouds she couldn't even fathom reaching, she realized just how surrounded she was by him; heavy hands in her hair, his length down her throat, thighs on either side of her head with her own hand wrapped around his ankle. The sound of his harsh breathing took over the room, choked and muffled with curse words thrown into the mix as her throat constricted around him and took the little bit of clarity he had left in his brain. 

(Y/N) held herself there for as long as she could stand. Her breathing was stilted, only the smallest amounts of air clearing to her lungs with her eyes watering and head growing cloudier and cloudier the longer she stayed there. His cock pulsed over her tongue, the vein along the bottom throbbing, balls tucked tight against his base with her chin nudging against them. 

He was going to cum, now, right? She probably needed to pull off and let him finish on her face, just like she wanted, but that sounded like too much work in the momen—

It wasn't until she felt Harry's hands in her hair change, his grip stiffening with fingers tight. He pulled her off as gently as he could manage in the moment, the sting at her roots bringing a ping of welcomed clarity when she was pushed back on her heels at his feet. 

Before she could peel her eyes open, Harry's hands in her hair disappeared, the sound of the mattress depressing filled the space between them as she fought for her breath. Finally finding the energy to blink her eyes open, she found Harry laid back on the bad, chest heaving as he sucked in lungfuls of air and his arms splayed out at his sides. 

A breathless, hoarse laugh fell from her lips as she climbed onto the bed beside him. His eyes were closed with his dark curls haloed around his head, lips pink and puffy just like his cheeks. 

"Harry?" she asked, her voice coming out as a croak. She really did take him deep, didn't she?

"Give me a minute," he whispered, sounding exhausted despite his cock still hard between his legs. 

A beat passed as she fought with herself to not throw her leg over his hips and straddle him, wanting him to take full advantage of the moment he was asking for. Was this his red?

"Are you okay?" she asked after a moment, itching to pull his shirt off and place her hands over his chest, dent her fingers into the garden of tattoos on his skin.

It took a minute before Harry seemed to urge his eyes open, the jade green of his irises drained to a forest shade that rivaled the black of his expanded pupils. He took her in, his gaze tracing over her features in slow runs as he took his time. 

"Angel," he started, voice thick, "Y'deepthroated me, and you're wondering if 'm okay?" 

(Y/N) canted her head at his words. She didn't know there was a special word for what just happened.

A breathy laugh fell from his lips as he smiled up at her. "'M perfect, baby," he said, "Had to make y'stop or I was gonna cum, and I haven't even fucked you yet." 

His eyes fell closed again as he sunk his head into the mattress, almost in disbelief at the beginning of the night's events. His tongue peeked out, the tip lining the full of his bottom lip before nudging the ring pierced through the side, his breathing still less than even. (Y/N) couldn't help herself as she watched him, reaching out and dragging a careful finger at the bottom of his shirt, pulling the hem upwards. More and more of his middle was revealed as she dragged her hands over his body: glistening tattoos pasted over tensed muscles, the pink tint to his skin that colored the designs between the black lines, and what she could have sworn was his heart thumping out his chest as she trailed her hand over him. 

Suddenly, just as she was getting close enough to possibly pull the shirt from his body completely, a tattooed hand complete with black painted nails reached out and grabbed for her wrist. Laying her gaze over his form, she traced the column of his neck and the hard line of his jaw until she found his darkened gaze pinned right to her and a smug smile on his lips. 

"No, not yet, love," he stopped her, edging her hand back down his body and pulling his shirt along with them in the process, "I don't think 's fair for me to be the only one naked on m'birthday." 

No wonder she felt so hot, (Y/N) realized. She was fully clothed, a pair of leggings that felt more like an hindrance than anything comfortable still wrapped around her legs and the slouchy sweater she couldn't believe made it through the night. 

Another breathy laugh came from Harry as he watched her reaction, his own hand landing on the thick of her legging covered thigh. He slid up the length of her leg before finding the rounded curve of her bottom from where she sat on her heels. He patted the soft curve, urging her towards the edge of the bed. 

"Go on, love," he crooned, "Get undressed for me, yeah? Wanna look at you." 

That was all it took for him to earn an eager nod of her head and a scramble of her limbs towards the edge. Another deep chuckle sounded from behind her as she landed on the flat of her feet, socks padding over the rug. She could feel his eyes on her back as she raced to join him, to shed layers of clothing that did nothing but keep her from feeling her Harry.

Her shirt was the first to go, leaving only a sheer, white triangle bralette to cover her chest before her leggings and socks were second to join the pile on the floor. The matching pair of panties tucked between her thighs did little to conceal the effect sucking his cock had on her, a wet patch darkening the delicate material. (Y/N) adjusted the cheeky cut of her underwear with her back to Harry, dipping her fingers beneath the waistline of it just as she heard him let out a low whistling exhale behind her.

Looking over her shoulder, (Y/N) furrowed her brows until she found Harry sitting up with his gaze pinned on her, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a teasing look in his eyes that matched the tugs at the corner of his lips. "What?" she asked with a smile to her tone. 

Harry shook his head with a lopsided smile and single dimple denting his cheek. "Nothing, jus' like looking at you." 

She couldn't help herself before she was climbing onto his lap, core brushing his uncovered cock. Though a shiver ran up her spine, she didn't lose her smile as she straddled his hips and held his jaw in her hands. 

"You're not supposed to be saying stuff like that tonight, H. Its your birthday, so I'm supposed to be telling you how cute you are." Her argument was punctuated with a brief kiss to his lips, the contact soft and innocent despite the feral way her lips got so swollen in the first place. 

His head tilted in her hands, a teasingly pouted look on his face. "'M only cute? Y'take me all the way down your throat, and all I am is cute to you?"

A blurt of laughter fell from her lips at his reasoning, her hands on his face falling so she could wrap around his shoulders in a hug with her face tucked into his neck. "You can't say it like that," she giggled into his neck, lips brushing the tattoos she hoped would one day include a pair of angel's wings. 

"Why not?" he countered, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her steady as he jostled at her sudden hug, "That's what happened, right?" 

"Shhh," she teased, shaking her head as best she could in his neck. She melted in his hold, his arm around her waist and his chest against hers being the main things keeping her upright in that moment. Her next words came out in a whisper though her smile was still audible, "You're handsome, too, you know." 

She felt his laugh more than she heard it as it rumbled his chest. "I am?" 

"Mhm, not just cute," she explained, fingers splayed across the warm expanse of his back. She hesitated around her next words, drawing herself closer to him as if she could hide in his arms, "I—um—And, I think you're sexy." 

This earned her a full laugh that rumbled his chest and spilled over her bare shoulder as he held her. "You know," he said, falling back onto the mattress with her lying atop him, "I don't think I've ever heard y'say that about me—call me sexy, I mean." 

Her cheeks were hot as she tried to press closer to him. "Harry, I'm trying. Be nice," she whined, though her pout held little impact through her impending smile. 

"I am, I am," he argued, turning his face in an effort to press his lips against her temple, "Jus' think 's cute, that's all. I like that y'think 'm sexy." 

Hearing the word fall from his lips sounded much less juvenile than it did in her own voice. "Well, I do—I do think that," she whispered into his neck, dotting the skin with a kiss.

"I know, cutie," he murmured to her, words as gentle as his tone. He shifted over the bed with her, the comforter ruffling around them as he turned to her with the tip of his nose skimming her skin, "C'mere and give me a kiss." 

(Y/N) didn't take much coaxing before she listened to his instruction, drawing away from the warm home she made in his neck. Her mouth was smoothed over his in a moment, her bottom lip tucked between his two. She melted into the contact with a sigh that was swallowed by her Harry, her contentment coating over his tongue as he swiped it across her own after parting her mouth. Her arms she had fit around his shoulders kept her stable once she realized Harry was shifting under her, having become too lost in their kiss—the first real taste of him she'd had since retreating from her spot on her knees—to notice him rolling them over until her back was flat on the mattress. 

His arms were a cage around her before they retreated, the ruffled black duvet coming up in tufts around her body as she sunk into her skin, warm and pliant as he moved her. Her head came to rest on the pillows bordering the headboard, black silk cradling her head and splaying delicate strands of hair across the fabric. Harry drew away from her kiss, leaving (Y/N) with uneven breathing and heated cheeks. With delicate hands that had landed on either side of her head once he moved her, he plucked those rogue hairs off her face, disentangling them from her lashes and pulling pieces that stuck to the slick of her lips. His fingers moved like his eyes, delicately over her features in praising grazes of contact. A slow smile made its home on his lips, dimples deep and sweet in his cheeks. 

"You're so pretty, you know that?" he murmured, his voice dreamy and quiet like a secret, as if his prick wasn't pressing into the soft of her tummy, precum decorating the skin. "M'dream girl." 

He knew exactly the effect that specific compliment would grant him: a bashful smile, a flutter of her lashes, and a turn of her head towards her shoulder as if she couldn't handle being under his loving gaze any longer though she lived for the affection in his eyes. That's why he loved saying it—other than the fact that it was the truth, of course. 

"Stop, you're going to make me cry," she teasingly complained, threading her fingers through his hair. 

The smile on his lips only grew at her faux complaint. "You're right," he hummed, shaking his head, "Can't have y'crying jus' yet—that's for after I've had m'way with you, right?" 

She seemed to go speechless at his words, throat dry as she tried to imagine the kind of pleasure carting through her body that would elicit tears. Maybe he noticed the way her breathing hitched or the ratcheting of her pulse under the delicate skin of her neck, but Harry looked all too smug as he took her in. 

"Yeah? Like that idea?" he mused, dropping his head to kiss just where her blood was pumping at a hammering pace in her throat. He shifted over her as he did so, his cock pressing into her tummy, balls hitting her clit with a pressure that made his own prick jump and (Y/N)'s stomach tighten with a too-tight ribbon around her middle. 

In a shy nod, (Y/N) admitted her interest in the idea of being driven to tears by his touch alone. Taking advantage of the hiding place he offered with his bared neck and broad, tattooed shoulder, she whispered into his skin, "H-How would you make me cry?" 

The air in his lungs seemed to be heavy as he exhaled slowly, the air fanning over her skin. "Want me to tell you, or show you?" 

It only took a split second for her to make up her mind.

"Show me." 

A grumbled sigh of approval shook Harry's chest. His smile could be felt against the line of her jaw just before he drew back from her form. Escaping the hold of her thighs, Harry maneuvered to sit back on his heels between her legs. Running a heavy hand through his hair, he looked entirely too satisfied his gaze racked over her form. 

"Turn over for me, lovebug," he commanded, voice gentle and forgiving despite the steely suggestion. 

(Y/N) hesitated for only a moment, her eyes rounding out as she looked up at him with confusion swimming through her irises, before listening to his instruction. Backing up, he gave her space to sprawl over the bedding before she settled with her tummy against the mattress and her cheek smushed into the black satin pillowcase. Her body felt restless with Harry's presence hovering just behind her, the bed giving way under him as he made careful work of spreading her legs and settling himself on his heels between them once again. He'd never asked her to do something like this before, to lay in a position like this. 

With that thought, a stoplight pinged in (Y/N)'s head. 

Lifting her head from the pillow, and looking at Harry over her shoulder, she asked, "W-What's your color?" 

She just barely caught the way a smile bloomed over his features in a slow tug from the corner of her eye. Planting his fists on either side of her waist, Harry lent forward with that same tender grin and dropped a kiss to the full of her heated cheek once he was close enough. 

"'M so green, angel," he crooned into her skin, the full of his lips grazing her cheek, "What's your color, hm?" 

Nodding her head as best she could, she reveled in the familiar contact of his mouth pressing into her skin. "Green—I'm a little nervous because I don't think we've done something like this before, but I have good butterflies over it." 

His smile only grew at her explanation, the curve felt against her skin one more time before he dropped another kiss and lent back. "Good," he murmured, "Tell me if your butterflies change then, alright? We only want the good ones." 

Another nod of her head came as she sunk back into the black cased pillow, her cheek smushing into the down. "I will, daddy." 

Harry's eyes could be felt dragging over her skin as (Y/N) allowed herself to melt into the bedding with eyes closed. Despite the butterflies over the new position, she was comforted by the reminder that this was her Harry. He was going to take good care of her, no doubt. 

"Y'look so pretty spread out like this, you know that?" he mused, "You're right, I think. I've never had you on your tummy like this before, have I?" Though she was sure it was a rhetorical question, one of his musings he put out into the world for no other reason than to fluster her, she still hummed an agreement and shook her head as best she could. Harry hummed in response, his hands coming to lay on the backs of her thighs, palms warm and heavy over the soft skin. They made a teasing pass over the skin, his fingertips brushing against the crease where her thighs met her ass and lingered for only a second before repeating the trek downwards to safer territory over her skin. "Thinking I should do it more often, though, don't you think?" 

At this point, with his hands tracing a trail over her skin and his voice reverberating in her ears and echoing through her system, (Y/N) was sure he could suggest anything and she'd agree whole-heartedly, no questions asked. That was how easy it was for him to earn a nod of her head and a keening confirmation that she loved where his mind was going as he gazed at her body.

His appraisal of her body lingered for moments longer, Harry muttering praises beneath his breath that had her skin heating and tummy turning just before he stopped with his hands on her sides. His fingers wedged themselves between her hips and the bed before giving a gentle tug. "Budge up for me, angel." 

Lifting her hips, she did as told while Harry reached for a pillow laid askew on his side the bed. The plush square was folded beneath her hips, helping to prop her up as she let her weight sink into the down and the bent knees she planted on the bed. Her body was presented to him with her ass up and pussy on display with the help of her spread legs, the damp patch she felt clinging to her form no longer hidden. 

"This alright?" he asked her, refitting himself behind her, the slope of her body allowing only an obstructed view of him now. 

His question earned a quiet nod of her head, her breathing hitching when she felt the press of his hard cock on the inside of her thigh. 

"Still green?" 

"Still green, daddy." 

He hummed as he allowed his hands to settle on her raised hips, fingers splayed across the soft of her skin. It only took a moment for those same fingers to wiggle their way underneath the waistband of her panties, the cheeky cut of the fabric digging into the cheeks of her bottom. 

"Wish y'could see how pretty y'look for me like this," Harry murmured, his gaze burning almost as hot as his hands on her skin, "Got your ass up in my face like 's m'birthday present. Best birthday I've ever had, that's for sure." 

Absently, (Y/N) felt her back arch at his words, presenting herself to him in a way she hoped would garner more praise from her position. If he liked her butt, she wanted to make sure she gave him every bit of the present she was being described as. 

A breathy laugh was heard from behind her before the exhale fanned over her heated skin, the amused sound being punctuated with a whispered cutie, falling under Harry's breath. He stayed quiet then as he took her in, his hands under the line of her panties shifting until his heavy palms groped at her bottom. The inside of (Y/N)'s thigh grew wet as a blurt of precum leaked over the skin. 

"Y'like showing off for me like this?" Harry asked, a mocking edge to his tone that made the butterflies in her tummy sing and flutter, "Showing me your cute little ass and wet pussy though your panties?" 

Her lungs twisted, unable to hold much air in them as she listened to Harry. She hadn't quite thought of it as showing off when she arched her back for him, but maybe there was something to be said about the way she lent back into his touch and only wanted to do more—show more for him and see if he liked it just as much as this view. 

Harry exhaled another laugh when she pushed back against his hands. The motion caused his hands to graze over her backside, fingertips denting the delicate flesh and thumbs hooking into the fabric of her panties. Her underwear collected on the webbing between his thumb as forefinger, the clinging material following after him and pulling up tight against her bottom. (Y/N)'s breathing hitched when she stopped, Harry having taken over and tugged at her underwear until the fabric was bunched tight between her cheeks, showing off the full of her ass. 

(Y/N) fell still under his hands as one of them disappeared, the mattress depressing by her feet where she assumed he had planted his fist in the bed. That left one of his hands on her body. His palm lazily dragged over the waistband of her panties, a low breath being let out behind her as Harry's fist wrapped around her underwear, just above where majority of the fabric was bunched between the split in her backside. Even the front of her panties was tugged back, the outline of her slit clear as day through the sodden fabric as it was retched back. 

His grip tightened until all that was seen was a white sliver in the cleft of her bottom, a satisfied hum sounding from Harry at the view. 

"Knew y'liked showing off for me," he drawled, voice thick and heavy as he gripped her panties tighter and pulled just a hair on the waistband, the fabric beginning to wedge itself between the folds of her pussy. A sharp jolt was delivered through her system as her underwear pressed unforgivingly against her clit before Harry let up on the tug, her thighs relaxing now. "I don't blame you," Harry continued, knocking (Y/N) out of her stupor that even stopped her from breathing, "not at all, angel. Y'have such a pretty body, no reason to hide it—especially from me." 

The free hand she figured was planted by her feet returned as his thumb appeared at the apex between her thighs. The pad of his finger pushed against the clear split outlined through her underwear, trailing up and down in the same teasing runs he delivered when he was grazing her bare skin. He prodded gently at where he knew her weeping hole was, (Y/N) jumping when she felt the brush of her panties being pushed against her tight opening. Harry soothed her in quiet coos as he moved onto the top of her slit, where her clit was bundled against her fabric. 

"Gonna whine for me again if I touch y'here?" he murmured, the tip of his thumb just barely pushing against her clit as he spoke. 

The only response he got was a wet gasp as her mouth popped open, unable to suck in enough air in anticipation. 

He didn't hesitate then to smear the pad of his thumb over her covered pearl, the sticky fabric wetting his finger. Just as he suspected, (Y/N) felt her body sag at the relief of feeling something pressing into her—anything giving her the kind of pleasure she'd been aching for since she found herself at Harry's feet. 

Harry played with her, grazing over her in light circles that barely allowed anything to register other than the lingering brushes of his thumb. (Y/N) was only halfway aware of the arch to her back and the way she pressed back against him in hopes of earning more of his touch. She could have cried the second she felt his hand retreat, all the pleasure and the warmth leaving along with him. 

"H-Harr—" (Y/N) was cut off by her own moan, the second half of his name dying on her tongue when she felt a soft smack of his hand laying across her center. 

"Angel," Harry hummed, both hands now soothing the back of her thighs as if to make up for the momentary sting delivered to her most delicate parts. "Wanna tell me your color?" 

Her answer struggled its way through her throat, the priority of breathing taking precedent in that moment. The lag seemed to worry Harry as his presence behind her shifted, his hand landing on the outside of her thighs before he hovered over her back, necklace dragging cross the knobs of her spine. He was closer now as she could tell by the heat seeping into her skin from his chest and the rumble of his voice into her ear.

"'S okay if 's not green, okay? Tell me how y'feel and we'll work together to make y'feel good, remember?" 

Something akin to panic tugged at her tummy. He thought she didn't like it, didn't want that hot rush that followed after his hand departed from her pussy. He thought she wanted to stop—or slow down, or anything that wasn't continuing exactly what he started. 

"No, no," she rushed, shaking her head, eyes cinched shut with her cheek pressed into the down of his silken pillow, "I'm green, I'm green! I liked that—d-don't stop, please, daddy." 

Harry's breathing changed, the even paced exhales and silent inhales disappearing in a hitch. "Y'liked that, angel? Promise?" 

"I-I promise," she agreed as quick as she could get out the words, "I liked it, daddy." 

A kiss was draped to the cuff of her shoulder before Harry dragged himself away, taking his seat back between her legs. His hands on her thighs rounded to the backside again, one trailing dangerously close to where (Y/N) swore she could feel a flutter of a faux-heartbeat. His honey-thick gaze was almost as tangible as the hands she felt on her as she waited. 

"Then, I guess I'll jus' have to do it again, won't I, angel? Can't say no to you when you've been so good, telling me all your colors and being so sweet letting me be rough with you. 'S the least I can do to spank your pussy like y'like, isn't it?" 

Gosh, when he says it like that... She definitely had a second heartbeat. 

Before she could even form any kind of plea, she felt the loss of his hand on the back of her thigh before a swift smack was delivered to the softness between her legs. A gasp escaped her lips, body jolting at the extra bit of strength he added to this particular swat. A moment of reprieve was granted in the way Harry bent over and pressed a kiss to the curve of her bottom, his once offending hand now running laps along the back of her thigh in soothing runs. She knew she must have calmed down enough on the outside when Harry retreated, leaving only one hand on her thigh and the other waiting to deliver what (Y/N) was beginning to crave. 

A third swift spank came with a soft thump of his palm against her pussy, this one the hardest of the trio though still extremely gentle, Harry using the barest amount of his strength. (Y/N) arched her back at the contact, her clit throbbing in the aftermath. Her body vibrated like a cymbal for a moment as she didn't even attempt to collect herself.

"Oh look at that," Harry awed, his palms slipping down the backs of her thighs and settled on her calves, "Got your toes curling and everything. Y'really do like this, angel. Gonna have to remember that one." 

(Y/N) didn't even realize she was nodding her head until she heard Harry's adoring laugh filter through the room along with a declaration that she was so cute following right after. His touch shifted over her body then, traveling up the backs of her thighs to the soft of her ass before working under the waist of her panties. (Y/N) prepared herself for another of those teasing tugs to be given to the fabric, pulling it tight against her form, just before the opposite happened and Harry took them down. The underwear lingered over her center, the wet material clinging to her for a moment before it gave and he could work it down the soft of her thighs. She helped him as he pulled them down the length of her legs, lifting her knees and feet when he needed until her panties joined the pile on the floor. 

Now bare except for the flimsy make of her bralette, (Y/N) felt especially vulnerable in her position with Harry behind her. There was no way she could hide now, each of her reactions and most intimate places left on display for her lover. Harry's breathing was heavy behind her in the way she could picture his chest heaving with a pink flush coloring through his chest tattoos before working up his neck in search of his cheeks. She would even bet that the tip of his cock was now the same flushed red shade that matched his lips after he bit them or allowed her to kiss them to her heart's content.

"Look at you, lovebug," he crooned as he shuffled behind her, his knees knocking into her own before widening their berth, "You're so wet for me. Must have been really torturing you if you're this sticky, hm? Letting y'suck m'cock only to pull y'up here like 'm going to fuck you, but I jus' keep playing with you instead. Gonna have to take good care of you to make up for it all." 

(Y/N) didn't even think before she pushed up against him, his cock nudging at her inner thigh while her pussy kissed at the bottom of his tummy. The only thing that rung through her mind was his promise to take care of her now, that it was her turn to feel satisfaction. 

"Please, please," she pleaded, "I want you, Harry." 

His voice was strained as he spoke again, "Don't worry, love, you'll have me." His soothing came along with the feel of his palm landing heavily over the small of her back, fingers splaying out. 

One cursory rock of his hips slid his cock up against her pussy, slipping between her folds and brushing the underside along her pearled clit. (Y/N)'s cry was cut off with only half of her oh my— making its way out of her mouth before the rest fizzled in her throat. Harry's own praising groan was loud between the walls of his bedroom, loud enough (Y/N) heard it over the rushing of her heartbeat in her ears. 

She needed that—needed him—in her right now. That was going to be the only way her body was going to settle enough to be present in the moment with him, she knew that. 

Harry seemed to be on the same page when he asked through his ticked jaw: "Are we using a rubber tonight, love?" 

"No, no, I just want you, please," she bubbled, the response coming like second-nature. She wanted to feel all of him tonight, nothing to separate them. 

A whispered celebration of fuck, yes, slipped out of Harry's mouth, the words bringing a small smile to (Y/N)'s lips. Nice to know she wasn't the only one that liked that they had the option to go without now. 

"Tr-Try to stay up on your knees with your back arched for me like this, yeah?" Harry started, one of his hands fitting between the both of them, assumedly to grab for the base of his cock, "But if y'get tired, I gave y'that pillow for a reason. It'll hold y'up if y'need it, okay?" 

"Okay," she peeped out, already steeling herself in hopes of staying in position for him. She was still on her mission to be the best little birthday present he'd ever had, anyway. 

"And you'll tell me if your color changes from green." 

His words were less of a request and more of a direct order (Y/N) still nodded her confirmation to. 

"And, you'll tell me if yours changes?" she asked a moment later, voice breathless. 

The hand splayed over the small of her back moved in a soothing run over the line of her spine. "I will, love, don't worry," he assured her through a smile she could hear. 

(Y/N) felt the knock of his knees hit the inside of her own as he adjusted his stance behind her just before her heart was pushed off rhythm when the tip of his cock brushed the bump of her clit. A sigh escaped her lips at the contact, Harry's hand at the small of her back working to soothe her with his thumb circling in the dimple at the base of her spine. He continued to coo to her as he ran the head of his prick through her folds, collecting all of her wetness to join the glaze of his precum and the wet of her saliva over his shaft. 

"Ready?" he murmured to her, always the one wanting to double check with her. 

"Please," she answered, voice floating between them on a broken breath. 

Harry didn't waste anther second before he nudged the crown of his cock at the opening of her wetness, her walls fluttering at the minimal contact and making it that much harder for Harry to slip inside. 

"Relax, baby," he crooned, voice as soft as his fingertips on her back, "Want me in, right?" 

"I do, I do," she confirmed, her words running together in her haste to get them out, "I'm just ex-excited, I'm sorry." 

A huffed laugh sounded from behind her. "'S okay, love. 'M excited, too, trust me. Jus' relax a little so I can give y'what y'want." 

She let out a murmured string of okay, okay, as she nodded her head into the pillow beneath her cheek. Taking deep breaths, she felt Harry working another circuit of his cock through her slit, willing herself to calm down and settle when she felt him nudge at her entrance one more time. Keening into the bed, the arch of her back deepening, she felt him push in, the head pushing through her clinched walls. 

"There we go, baby," he praised her, slipping further and further inside once the ridge of his crown popped inside, "Doing so good for me." 

(Y/N) felt a smile curve her lips at his words, willing herself to keep the clenching of muscles to her thighs as he pushed forward before bottoming out. His thighs were pushed against the back of her own, balls flush against her, with his hands shifting over her heated skin and grabbing at her hips. Harry stilled inside her, allowing for an adjustment period she still needed no matter how many times he had her. 

With his thumbs following the flared line of her hips, (Y/N) felt his warmth spread over her as he folded himself over her back. The hard muscles that lined his chest and stomach were pressed against her back just as she felt the pillows of his lips press a kiss to her shoulder. 

"Harry," she whined without meaning to, the call quiet between the two of them. 

"'M here, 'm here," he cooed, dropping another kiss to the corner of her lips, "I've got you, love, don't worry." 

He earned an absent nod of her head with his reassurances before her next sentiment left her mouth: "I love you." 

His smile could be felt against the full of her cheek before he proceeded to try and kiss her through the curve. "I love you, too." 

Harry lingered over her for a few more moments, cradling her with his own body before smearing a kiss on her shoulder and straightening out his spine. He gave a cursory rock of his hips behind her, nothing more than a short grind of his pelvis into her center that knocked a breathless moan loose from (Y/N)'s chest. 

"More," she requested, the word more delicate than she intended with the breathlessness of her voice. 

Without hearing anything other than a short, rumbling hum from Harry, she felt the loss of his body as he reared back, her mourning was short-lived before he was pushing into her again. Harry bottomed out with a sigh, this new position allowing him to press as deep as he could into her without the cradle of her legs stopping him. 

"Y'feel so good, baby, so fucking good," he said, voice strained. 

(Y/N) wanted to say something back, tell him that he felt even better, that she felt so full with him inside her and he'd never been deeper, but every sentiment died in her throat when he gave her another deep thrust. Without a condom, she was able to feel every vein and ridge lining his cock, the head nudging as far as she'd ever felt him. Her walls fluttered around him as he curated a rhythm that had the breath knocked out of her with each stroke inside. The only other sounds that could be heard over her breathless moans was the slap of his skin against hers and the growing wetness that slicked his cock with each thrust. 

She couldn't help herself but bury her face in the pillow under her cheek, each of her breathless calls of his name and the heavy slices of air that came tumbling from her lungs now muffled by the down. Her body jolted with every heady thrust he delivered to her center, cock sliding through her walls, hips smacking into her bottom, and balls tapping her clit in way that felt similar to the way his hand had been brought down on her earlier. Her toes curled over themselves as she steeled her legs to keep from giving out and to ruin the position she was in for her Harry. Even her hands were bundled into the deep black of the duvet, wishing they were instead threaded between the fingers pinching at the full of her hips. 

Harry gave a particularly hard roll of his hips, the stroke quick and cutting though he lingered as he worked the crown of his prick against her farthest walls. (Y/N) couldn't stop the cry that left her mouth in a wet gasp, the Oh my gosh!, muffled by the pillow just before one of his hands on her hips disappeared. His unrelenting rhythm never ceased even when she felt that hand reappear in her hair, familiar fingers threading through her strands and tugging at the root. Though he was still much more gentle than she was sure other people would have been committing the same act, (Y/N) was still pulled away from the sanctuary she found in his pillow at the force of his grip, neck bared against the satin. 

"No, not allowed to hide from me like that, angel," Harry grumbled, breathless and panting though his command still maintained a steel edge, "Gotta let me hear you, or 'm stopping, alright? Be good for me." 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, daddy," she bubbled, voice throaty given her position, "I won't do it again, I'm sorry." 

"'S okay, baby," he told her, another roll of his hips delivered when he bottomed out, balls pressing into her swollen clit, "I know y'don't mean to be bad, 's okay. Daddy's still got you." 

His fingers left her hair in soothing runs over her scalp before he pet his palm over her mussed strands. As she adjusted herself to lay with her cheek smushed into the pillow once more, she felt his hand settle on the back of her neck, a welcome weight that reassured her that he really did have her. 

"Feel good, angel?" he asked her, hips stuttering when she felt her insides tighten at the use of her favorite petname, "L-Like having me like this?" 

"Uh-huh," she breathed, "Y-You're so deep. It's like you're in my tummy."  

When she heard the groan that worked its way out from behind his sternum fill the room, (Y/N) cracked open her eyes just enough to see him over the curve of her shoulder. He was a dirty dream as he thrust into her, raspberry lips parted and swollen while his attention was fixed on where he was disappearing inside her. The curls of his hair acted as a dark curtain falling around his shoulders, though the smallest of baby curls were pasted to the sides of his face and gleamed with sweat. His skin was covered in that same sheen of perspiration, animating his tattoos as he flexed his muscles and worked himself in and out of her at a rewarding pace. The length of his arm was on show with the way he had it stretched over her back with his palm pressed into the back of her neck, bicep tight while his grip was gentle. 

"Y-Yeah?" he gritted out, "Y'like that?" 

"Mhm," she hummed, sucking in a deep breath before it was knocked from her lungs by the driving of his hips, "I w-want more—want you everywhere." 

Harry's response came in the form of mumbled praises that (Y/N) was too gone to hear, only knowing that he said anything by the way his lips moved. His hand on the back of her neck shifted as she watched the muscles in his arm flex, his palm sliding down the line of her spine before rejoining the one that remained on her hips. She watched him work over her for a moment longer before she realized the strain on her hips he was putting on her, as if he were pushing down on them. 

"Harry, I-I can't—You're p-pushing—" 

"I know, angel," he murmured to her, "Jus' relax and lay into your pillow a little, okay? Gonna make sure 'm everywhere for you, like y'want." 

She didn't have much room to ask any questions, especially when she got the okay to lose the position that was beginning to make her thighs and back ache. Slowly sinking down into the fluff of the pillow propping her hips up, the slope of her body decreased until she was raised up only at her hips with her knees sliding out from under her until only a small bend remained. 

Harry slowed behind her, his grip on her switching to cradle the curve of her waist. (Y/N) used that moment to recover as she felt him shift behind her, her breathing coming in even paces now that he was warming himself inside of her instead of knocking her breath from her lungs with each stroke. Her eyes fell closed during this moment, leaving her only to feel Harry's body hover over hers. 

Unlike earlier in the night, Harry didn't settle with hovering over her. He allowed the weight of his body to press into her back, sinking her into the bed below her. The familiar cradle of his chest and stomach returned with the blocky muscles now heavy on her body as he pressed into her back. He tucked his face into her shoulder, his breathing coming out in humid puffs that clung to the bare of her skin. 

(Y/N) felt her insides pulse when she realized what he was doing: she felt him everywhere. 

His mouth was pasted to her skin in smearing kisses while he gave rocks of his hips into her, not even pulling his cock out before he was trying to press deeper into her. His body was heavy over her own, not allowing her to feel anything but the sheets beneath her and the hot press of his body from above. 

"This alright, baby? Can feel y'clenching around me." His tone was deep and lazy as it sunk into her pores, not even bothering to lift his mouth from her skin before talking. Just another bit of him she now felt inside her. 

"Y-You're everywhere," she keened, a wet gasp falling from her lips at the feel of his grinding hips.

"This is what y'wanted, right?" he breathed. 

"Yes, yes, daddy," she cried, "Thank you, thank you." 

Harry's smile was imprinted on her shoulder. His thumbs on her waist worked soothing circuits over the curve, a gentle reward for her politeness she couldn't seem to shake. "Good girl, so polite." 

As much as she was reveling in the full contact he was granting her with his body pressing her into the mattress, she was missing the heady strokes of his hips into hers. (Y/N) couldn't help herself before she hooked her ankles around Harry's own legs, the vining curve of her legs urging him into her while she pressed her bottom back into his hips. 

A breathy laugh was delivered to the back of her shoulder while his hands on her waist solidified their hold. "Yeah? Ready for more?" 

"Please." 

That was all it took for Harry to rear his hips back, crevices created between their bodies that left her cold for the moment before he was pushing into her again. With how close she wanted him, he didn't dare pull out of her as far as he had been before, instead staying near her and sinking into her with shallow thrusts though his pace quickened. 

His panting could be heard loud in her ear, his own breathing mimicking the knocked tempo of hers. With every bit of their bodies pressed together and the matching pace of their breathing, (Y/N) swore she wouldn't have been able to discern who was who in that moment; where one of them began and the other ended. She liked that. 

Just as her fingers began to curl into the tuft of bedding she was sure she was going to rip a hole into by the end of the night, one of Harry's hands abandoned her waist only to wiggle between her palm and the distressed patch of duvet she was imprinting her nails into. The second (Y/N) realized he was trying to hold her hand, she was quick to replace the comforter in her grip with his fingers threaded between her own. Her heart squeezed at the fact he still wanted to hold her hand in a moment like this. 

The familiar contact was enough to ground (Y/N) as Harry relentlessly thrust into her, her clit swollen and aching with each smack of his balls against the sensitive pearl. Even her eyes began to burn as she took in every inch of space that was being set ablaze by Harry's touch. If this was how he planned on making her cry tonight, he was definitely achieving as much. With his hand in hers, (Y/N) acted on instinct as she brought the bundle of limbs up to the pillow beside her head. 

At first, she only pressed innocent kisses to the line of his thumb. She could hear Harry's amusement at her affection in the breathless laugh that sounded between grinds of his hips, though he never dared to pull his hand away. Once she reached the tip of his finger, swollen lips kissing at the black of his fingernail, she gingerly pulled him into her mouth. 

The hard muscles of Harry's stomach twitched against the small of her back, pelvis stuttering as he drove into her, when the wet of her mouth enveloped the tip of his thumb. A whispered curse was smeared into her skin as he allowed her to pry his digit away from the bundle of their hands,  (Y/N) taking him in her mouth until his finger was completely wrapped in the warmth of her mouth. She sucked over his thumb much like she had with his cock at the beginning of the night, her tongue contentedly moving over him in lazy strokes. 

For (Y/N), this was, more than anything, another way to have him with her—another avenue to be close to him in the middle of all the lengths they were going to to be as near as possible to one another. It was comforting to have him in her mouth, anyway, and she knew Harry liked it when she sucked on his fingers, too. 

As much could be seen in the way he began to breathe like the wind had been knocked out of him and his cock twitched and throbbed inside of her. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if y'keep doing that," he panted, voice seemingly dipped in honey and rolled in gravel with the way it rumbled through his chest and poured over her skin. 

(Y/N) only nodded her head in jerky motions, his thumb still cozied in her mouth, wanting to feel exactly what was churning behind his stomach muscles that were still pressed into her back. 

"Y'want that? Want me to cum for you?" 

"Please," she lisped around his thumb, the word sounding a lot more like pleathe. 

His sweats slicked forehead dropped against her shoulder, the curated pace he had made with the rolls of his hips coming undone as he seemed at war with himself. After a moment, (Y/N) all too content to lay right there with Harry all around and in her, she felt him shake his head. 

"I can't, baby, not yet," he told her, words coming out through gritted teeth, "Wanna see your pretty face when I cum, 's that alright?" 

The thought of being face to face with him again tugged at the bottom of her heart, urging her to smile though she was much more occupied with Harry's finger pressing into the pad of her tongue. Reluctantly, she drew it from her mouth, now spit slicked and shining in the low light of his bedroom. 

"I wanna see you too," she told him, voice hoarse, "I miss you." 

Harry's voice was unsteady as if he were on the verge of tears as he spoke, "You're so cute, baby." 

Just after pressing a heavy kiss to her cheek, Harry peeled himself off her back. His hand retreated from hers though he still offered her a small squeeze before he situated himself between her thighs once again. Pulling his cock from her warmth, she was left without any connection to him aside from his thighs pressed into hers. She felt cold laying there without him, hips still raised by the help of his pillow under them. 

"Wh—" 

(Y/N) didn't have a chance to finish her question before Harry barred his arm under her waist and flipped her over under him. He untangled the mess of her legs and pushed the pillow off the bed, as he positioned her just where he wanted her before she could even collect her head and reorient herself. 

"There y'are," he crooned as he placed himself between her thighs, her bent knees on either side of him, "Missed your face, too, angel." 

Her hands were quick to cradle his face between her palms, her smile bright though she was leaning towards exhausted after all that had happened since they stepped into his bedroom. She used that grip on him to tug him down for a kiss, missing his lips and detesting the fact they'd barely kissed all night. Harry was a more than willing participant to make up for the lost time, slotting his lips between hers and chasing the taste of the mouth he'd missed all night. 

Distracted by the taste of his tongue slipping over her own and the comfort of the familiar act, (Y/N) hadn't even realized he slipped one of his hands between them until he lined up his cock with her weeping hole and he slipped right inside with a slick noise sounding in the room. He swallowed the aching sigh that escaped her mouth, the breath laying over his tongue before he shared it with her. 

The tempo of his thrusts was much less curated this time around, evidence of the fact that she really was about to make him cum just a minute earlier. He kept kissing her, their mouths slick and wet against each other, even as he dragged his hands over her sides, tracing her form down her legs until he reached and found the line of her shins. His palms were heavy and sweat-slicked on her soft skin. 

Harry pushed against her, pressing her calves flush against the backs of her thighs. Even then he kept pushing, using the strength she had fantasied about on her pliant body until he had her folded over with her thighs pinned to either side of her body and Harry had unfettered access to her center below him. 

(Y/N) threw her head back at the first thrust Harry delivered at this new angle, mouth dropped in a gape though no sound came out. It rivaled that of the depth he achieved behind her, though this time she was able to see him. He shifted above her as he rolled his hips, his knees depressing into the mattress on either side of her to angle himself that much deeper inside of her. Her feet dangled just over his arms, his fists pressing into the bedding to help hold him up as he fucked into her. 

"H-Harry," she whined, her hands on his cheeks shifting until her fingers curled around his shoulders, nails digging into the soft flesh. 

"I know, I know," he panted, lips smeared over the column of her throat, "Feels so fucking good, so fucking good." He punctuated every sentiment with a stroke of his hips, nudging deeper and deeper inside of her every rock of his hips. "I love you, baby," he told her, voice broken and gritted out through a ticked jaw. 

She abandoned the hold on his shoulders in favor wrapping her arms around his neck. Tugging him to her, she fought to press her lips to his in a frantic kiss. "I love you too, H, so much," she cooed, "H-Happy birthday." 

His smile was felt against her mouth. "Thank you, baby," he smiled, "Best little present I've ever had, you are." 

Her own mouth curved into a smile just as Harry delivered a particularly hard thrust to her center, the base of his cock grinding against her clit relentlessly as he lingered. A broken moan made its way out of her mouth as she turned her head to the side, leaving Harry to work his mouth down her neck while her cheek was smushed against the pillow. Instinctively, she shifted to wrap her legs around his waist, toes curling against his back while her walls mimicked her hold all around him and wrapped around Harry's cock in snug ripples. 

"Oh, fuck, 'm gonna cum, angel," he groaned, words coming out over broken breaths and poured over the curve of her throat.

She almost felt panicked at his admission, her legs unraveling from around his waist. The vision of her face painted in his release he'd given her earlier in the night reappeared at the forefront of her mind. He wasn't supposed to finish like this.

"Wait, wait," she rushed out, Harry immediately slowing at her request, "I-I want it on my face." 

Her cheeks flooded with heat at the sound of her own words, the invitation sounding especially depraved with the breathlessness of her voice. But, gosh, the second that picture entered her mind, of her with his cum spilling over her face while Harry moaned above her and praised her for being so pretty with him all over her, she knew that was all she wanted to end the night on. 

Once Harry processed her words, there was something like awe filling his gaze before his features crumbled and he had no choice but to drop his forehead to her chest. His breathing was nothing more than shoddy pants spilling over her skin, humid and weak. 

"D-Daddy can do that for you, baby," he promised, though she knew what was coming next. "Are y'sure y'want that?" 

"I-I am, I am," she keened, "Please, please, H. Let me be good for you."

His cock twitched inside her, nudging the spongey spot Harry made his own, as he breathed into her skin. He lagged behind in response for a moment, no movement other than the heaving of his chest against hers. 

"I-I will, angel, I will," he told her once he found his voice, "Gotta make y'cum first though—gotta be good and cum first, then I'll give y'what y'want." 

(Y/N) nodded her head on instinct, to reassure him and herself that she was going to be good for him. "I'm close, Harry, I'm close, please." 

No response was given as he instead dropped his head to smear a line of wet kisses along her throat and down her chest until he hit the line of the bralette still covering her breasts. He made quick work of that, slipping one of his hands between their bodies and ripping the cups down to sit underneath the curve of her chest. The peaks of her nipples were hard as he took one between his lips, licking his tongue over her before sucking as much as he could into his mouth. (Y/N) keened into his touch, back arching and pressing him harder against her breast. The tip of his nose could be felt grazing her heated skin from where he lay over her, enough of a touch to make goosebumps erupt over her. The hand he bundled between their bodies moved down until his fingertips traced over the bud of her clit, making it that much harder for (Y/N) to keep a clear head. All the while, Harry drove his hips against hers in deep thrusts, a relentless pace being curated in hopes of bringing her over that edge she told him she was already close to. 

"C'mon, darling, cum for me," he murmured to her after he released her breast from his mouth only to move to the other and repeat the motions. 

The circles he was making around her clit grew tighter and tighter until the pad of his thumb smeared heavily over the pearled bud, her legs shaking on either side of him. It was all too much, she needed something to ground her, something to remind her of the moment she was in and not get lost in the pleasure the would take her somewhere she'd never been before. 

With her arms around his neck, (Y/N) urged Harry off her breasts and back to her mouth. She drew him in for a messy kiss, mouths not quite lining up right, but she didn't care. This was enough for her, to leash her back in and make it that much easier to cum knowing that this was still the love of her life hovering over her. 

That was all it took for the spiral that ribboned in her tummy to tie into an unbelievable knot, coiling around her muscles and stealing her breath, then unraveling. 

"Oh my—Har-Harry!" she whined against his mouth, eyes shuttered tight while her hands were fisted behind his neck.

Her toes curled and her back arched, breasts pressed against his sweaty chest. Nothing made sense while her body shook and ran to keep up with her head that was threatening to float up to the clouds and stay there. Harry was the only point of clarity in her mind as she repeated his name in breathless calls, his fingers on her clit and heavy hips working her through the haze to the otherside. He followed her in those moments that her orgasm wracked through her body, gently kissing the corner of her mouth and whispering sentiments she wished she could hear over the rushing sound filling her ears. In the smallest part of the back of her mind, she realized that the tiniest of tears had begun to leak from the corner of her eyes and into her hairline. 

Aftershocks settled in the second his touch became too much, feeling too good to actually revel in the pleasure. "T-Too much, Harry," she breathed, absently shaking her head.

It was then that Harry's own body seemed to bow under the pressure that had been lurking under his muscles. His hand left her clit and his forehead dropped to her shoulder. Every inch of him seemed to liquify except for the hard cock tucked snugly inside her shuddering pussy. He seemed content in just laying over her, basking in her own orgasm with mutterings of how she was such a good girl for him, cumming so hard for him like he wanted, but that wasn't what (Y/N) needed right then. 

"You're turn, H," she told him, voice as steady as she could manage as her arms slipped from around his neck and stopped with her hands on his sides, "You still need to cum, too." 

As if he just barely remembered the request she'd had minutes earlier, Harry's body tensed and his cock throbbed. "Still want me on your face?" 

"Please." 

The way Harry groaned as he slipped out of her told her just how on edge he already was before he started kneeing this way over the mattress. His cock was wet with her own orgasm, the ruddy head glimmering while his precum threatened to leak from the slit. (Y/N) watched from under him as he stopped and hovered over her chest, knees on either side of her body while his own chest heaved with heavy breaths. His eyelids fell over his eyes in a lazy hood, lashes dark like his smudged liner and curling in the low light while his cheeks matched the flush coloring his chest. His lips even matched the red color of the tip of his cock, spit slicked and swollen. 

"Ready?" he breathed, a hiss escaping his lips once he wrapped his hand around the base of his prick. 

"Uh-huh," (Y/N) answered, her hands reaching to land on his thighs, fingertips denting the tattooed skin. "I want it, H, please." 

His eyes squeezed shut as he listened to her, his hand stroking over his shaft in frantic runs. The slick noises filling the room almost made her want to shy away, knowing that it was her own slick that caused that sound. But, there was never going to be a time where she passed on watching Harry make himself feel good with his fist around his cock and face twisted in pleasure. With her much clearer head, she wanted to remember every detail of this vision of him above her, stroking his cock and breathing out obscenities. 

When his hand stuttered over his length and a bead of precum fell from the tip and landed on her chest, she knew he was close—seconds away, if she was lucky. She tightened his grip on his thighs in anticipation, eager to feel everything he had to offer. 

"Fuck, fuck, 'm cumming, baby," he gritted out, his features crumbling as he jerked his cock. 

The first rope of cum landed over her lips, her open mouth catching most of it with the pad of her tongue. (Y/N) jerked back at first, startled, but soon fell into contentment as soon as she saw how much Harry liked it with the way he couldn't draw his eyes away despite the fact the rest of him was succumbing to the pleasure. He worked over his cock, drawing out more and more of his cum that landed on (Y/N)'s face in streaks that splayed over her cheeks, chin, and mouth—stray beads even landing on the bridge of her nose. If not for the fact she didn't want to get anything in her eyes, she would have watched every second and committed this to memory for any lonely night she couldn't sleep in Harry's bed. 

Once the last stroke splashed across her cheek, glancing over the height of her cheekbone, with nothing following right after and Harry's groans quieting to huffed breaths, she peeked her eyes open. He kept going, fist over his shaft, though he seemed to be spent, finally. It wasn't until she saw him visibly shudder from oversensitivity that he relented, hand falling from around his sensitive cock. He moved on shaky legs to leave his position above her until it was safe for him to slump into the ruffled bedding beside her with the full of his weight.

Harry didn't waste time before he was hovering over her again, propped up by his elbow with dark eyes taking in the state of her face. That look of awe crashed over his irises again as he gazed down at her. The look only heightened when he watched (Y/N) flick her tongue out and lap up the streaks that landed across her lips as best she could. 

He still didn't say anything as he dragged his finger through a rope that landed over her cheek, a little too close to her eye, before returning that finger to her mouth. (Y/N) knew what he wanted as she licked over the digit, cleaning the cum he scooped up for her. A breathless groan left his mouth as he watched her, her tongue slipping back into her mouth now coated in white. 

"Jesus Christ," he cursed before slumping back against the pillows, even the sight of her apparently too stimulating in the moment. 

(Y/N) only had time to let out a breathless laugh, moments away from cleaning up her face by her own hand before Harry reached over the side of the bed and returned with his discarded shirt in his hand. 

"Oh, angel," he cooed to her when he wiped his shirt over her face in careful runs, collecting the streaks of his cum, "Y'have no idea how pretty y'look right now, do you? Y'almost made me cum again right then when y'looked at me like that." 

A shy smile curled her lips as she leaned into his hand, letting him clean her up. "I don't feel very pretty right now, but I'll take your word for it." 

Once she was cleaned up and his shirt was thrown somewhere in the direction of his hamper, Harry didn't bother to respond before he caught her lips in a kiss. The taste of him lingered over her tongue, but he didn't pay it any mind as he laid his affection heavily over her mouth, as if he hadn't seen her all night. 

"M'sweet girl," he murmured, quiet and lazy enough that (Y/N) wondered if he knew he was saying this all out loud. "So, so good for me. So brave, and gorgeous. Thank you, baby, thank you." 

With his hands cradling her cheeks, she smiled into his kiss. "Happy birthday, Harry." 

He crumbled at her well wish, his own mouth now pressing into a smile that mimicked hers. He drew away just enough to press his forehead to her own with the tip of his nose grazing the side of hers. Their lashes tangled at the proximity once he dared to open his eyes, (Y/N) already waiting with her own exhausted gaze. 

"I love you," he murmured, voice like a secret between them. 

"I love you, too," she reciprocated without hesitation.

That earned her one more kiss before Harry reluctantly drew away. He jerked his head in the direction of the bathroom, eyes tired and adoring. "Go wait for me in the bathroom, and I'll get some pajamas for us before we clean y'up, 'kay?" 

Though she didn't much like the idea of being separated from him right then, (Y/N) still nodded her head. She needed to use the bathroom anyway. 

Harry sent her off with a pat to her bare bottom as they crossed paths on the way to their separate destinations. Behind the bathroom door, (Y/N) took care of her business and cleaned herself up before washing her hands. The cool water on her palms was a welcome shock from the heated state her body had been in since setting foot in Harry's bedroom. With her chilled hands, she readjusted her bralette to cover her chest, feeling a little too exposed now that Harry wasn't with her. 

She only had a moment to yearn for him before he was knocking on the door before cracking it open. 

"Is it alright if I come in, baby?" he asked her, waiting for her hum of approval before he stepped over the threshold. He found her lent up against the bathroom counter, thighs crossed to protect her modesty with arms barred across her middle. A bright smile molded his features as soon as he took her in, a black t-shirt bundled under his arm as he shut the door behind him. A pair of dark green sweats covered his legs, but it was abundantly clear that was the only article of clothing he bothered to put on with his bare chest and lack of boxers peeking over the waist. "I only grabbed one of m'shirts for you," he told her as he held out the black shirt to her once he was close enough, "but I can pick some sweats out if y'wanted to wear some tonight." 

(Y/N) was quick to shake her head. He should know her better than that. "No pants," she murmured, taking the soft fabric in her hands before pulling it over her head while Harry let out a soft laugh. The top landed at the mid of her thigh and slouched off one shoulder, the article old and worn and even too big on Harry, but it smelled just like him and held signs of distress from years of love. It was her favorite thing already. "Thank you," she said as she flicked her hair out of the neckline. 

"Of course, love," he beamed at her, reaching for her hips before lifting her to sit on the countertop. Her back was to the mirror, where her line of skincare products was set up for the weekend sleepover they were planning. Harry trailed his gaze over the line before absently brushing his hands over the thighs that cradled his hips where he stood between them. "What first?" 

"Hm?" she hummed, twisting her neck to look behind her where his own gaze led, "What do you mean? 

"Told y'we were going to get y'cleaned up, right? You've still gotta wash your face after all that." A sly grinned worked its way over this mouth as he acknowledged what had gone on in his bedroom under the light of the bathroom. 

"Oh," she sounded, cheeks heating at the reminder, "Um—I need to wash my face first. That's this one." She picked the correct bottle out of the line, moving to slip off the counter and wash her features before Harry stopped her with his hands on her thighs. 

"Let me do it," he said, conviction laced throughout his words. Before she could utter the question she was sure was on her face, Harry pecked a kiss to her nose. "Yes, 'm sure. Jus' tell me what to do and we'll get y'cleaned up." 

"O-Okay," she stuttered, speaking through her smile, "We need to get my face wet first, then we just wash my face with my cleanser until its all foamy." 

She knew exactly what had clicked in his brain the second that a teasing glint flickered through his gaze though he tried to remain nonchalant as he ran the faucet with water flowing into his cupped hands. 

"Could've jus' done this part out there then," he started off innocently though his grin was anything but as he used his cupped hands to wet her features, "Since your face was already wet, anyway." 

"Harry, stop," she whined, though it held no conviction as she spoke through a grin rivaling his own, "Don't say it like that." 

"Sorry, sorry," he relented as he pumped some of her cleanser onto his fingers. 

A look of concentration settled over his features as he pressed his saturated fingers to either cheek. He moved in gentle circles over the planes of her face, his gaze following each run of his hands as he waited for the suds to appear. 

(Y/N) sat in pampered contentment under his attention, eyes fluttering closed after a moment, his ministrations far too relaxing to ignore. 

"Thank you," she peeped, careful to not move her mouth too much as he worked. 

"Of course, baby," he told her, voice sounding absent as his attention was fixed elsewhere, "Gotta clean up my mess, don't I?" 

With her eyes closed, it was much easier to utter her next words though she was sure Harry would be able to feel the resulting heat that filled her cheeks. "I liked being your mess." 

His fingers stuttered for just a moment over her features, his reaction lagging until she opened her eyes again. She found him with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, pupils dilated as he dropped his gaze to her own mouth. 

"Harry?" 

The sound of his name seemed to shake him from whatever moment he was having. Clearing his throat he returned to the faucet, swiping a handtowel from the rack before running it under the water. "Think we're good to wash off." 

She only nodded her head, fingers fumbling with the hem of her borrowed shirt in her lap. Was that the wrong thing to say? 

Harry stayed quiet as he wiped the foam of her cleanser from her face, taking care to keep from brushing too harshly or grazing her eyes. 

"What next?" he asked, voice graveled as he kept his gaze trained to the line behind her. 

"I—um—I have it all set up in order, so the toner's next," she instructed, feeling shy now that Harry took her comment the wrong way. 

Even with her direction, he took his time reading the next bottle in line before picking it up, shaking it well before tilting her head up with a tap under her chin. She did as instructed, closing her eyes as she felt the mist of her toner land over her face as Harry sprayed it out. He fanned her face for a moment just as the bottle instructed before he tucked it away, this time not asking for any guidance as he ran his eyes down the line. 

With the next product warmed on his hands before Harry began working the serum into her skin, his eyes dropped to her mouth once more. 

"Y'like being my mess, y'said?" 

"Harry, I—" 

"'S okay, angel," he soothed her, a quiet smile on his mouth, "Jus' had to wait a second before I dragged y'back to the bedroom with me." 

"Oh," she sounded, feeling a little silly now as Harry ran his fingers over the line of her nose, "I thought... I didn't know if that was the right thing to say when you didn't say anything." 

Harry seemingly rolled her words around as he canted his head, reaching for the next product behind her once this one had sunk in. "'S the right thing to say if you're ready for round two, but I think we're both a little too tired for that tonight, aren't we?" 

(Y/N) agreed in a shy nod, dropping her gaze to her lap before Harry tipped her chin up again with dots of her eye cream on his fingers. Instinctively, she looked up under her lashes before Harry mimicked the motion he'd probably seen from her thousands of times as he dragged his fingertips gently over her undereyes. 

"Was there anything you didn't like tonight?" Harry questioned.

Refraining from shaking her head, (Y/N) felt the heat under her skin inch higher over her features. "No, I-I liked everything." 

"Everything?" he pressed, a teasing edge to his tone. 

She was forced to match his eye contact once he was finished with applying her eye cream and reached for the final step of her moisturizer. Just as she thought, there was a layer of amusement soaking in his irises with the beginnings of a lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Swallowing, she found her voice around her fluttering heartbeat. "You made me feel really good tonight, H. I liked everything." 

With a scoop of her face cream doled out on his fingers, he didn't stop the smile from spreading over his features. "Everything," he mused under his breath, rubbing her moisturizer into her skin, "Gonna have to remember that." 

"Harry," she whined, wishing she could hide her face. 

"What?" he countered, shaking his head though his smile never waned, "Don't have to be shy, you know. If I didn't like it too, then I wouldn't be almost hard again jus' talking about it, would I?" 

(Y/N) chanced a short peek down his body. He was telling the truth. 

Harry only shook his head again, catching every second of her perusal of his body. With a final swipe on her nose, he pressed a gentle kiss to the soft of her lips before backing up from the cradle of her thighs. "All done, angel." 

Hopping off the counter, she gave him a gracious smile that stretched her cheeks and warmed her skin. "Thank you, Harry. I know I'm supposed to be taking care of you since its your birthday, but I really liked that. It felt nice having you do it." 

"Anytime, love. 'M happy to help," he murmured, dropping a quick kiss to her forehead before reaching behind her. He came back with both of their toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste in his hand. His free hand nudged her to the sink. "C'mon, last part then we'll lay down." 

Taking her pink toothbrush from his hold, she waited as he positioned them in front of one of the sinks, Harry beside her. After wetting the brush, Harry put a a squeeze of the minty blue toothpaste he preferred onto the bristles, his hip bumping hers as he stowed the tube away. 

(Y/N) met his eyes in the mirror as she began to brush her teeth, aware of the way he was making a point to be careful not to nudge her with his elbow. He winked at her as soon as she caught his gaze, white foam beginning to collect at the corners of their mouths as they worked beside each other. Another slight bump to her side was delivered by Harry's hip, as much of a smile as he could manage around his toothbrush forming on his features. The curve only grew when (Y/N) reciprocated his teasing, a delicate bump being administered to the mid of his thigh from her own hip. 

Once it was time, Harry tugged her before the sink, letting her spit and clean up first before he followed. He gave her a soft smile in the mirror before murmuring to her to c'mon, that it was time for birthday cuddles before bed. (Y/N) would have skipped to the bed if not for how exhausted she was, climbing under the ruffled bedding after kicking the discarded pillow on the floor towards the hamper. They were going to have to do some odd laundry tomorrow. 

Harry joined her with open arms, his chest an inviting pillow as he cradled her into his side. Resting her head on his chest, she curled in on herself with her gaze pointed down towards their feet and one of her hands flat on his tummy. Sinking into the mattress, (Y/N) felt Harry's body relax under her with his chest expanding in a deep breath. 

"You had a good birthday, H?" she asked once her eyes fluttered closed, hooking her ankle over his under the duvet. 

His heartbeat under her ear fluttered but was quickly overshadowed by the rumbling of his voice. "Had the best birthday, angel. Don't know how we're gonna top this one." 

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," she smiled, her huffed laugh fanning over his stomach. 

"I already have a few ideas," he teased, his voice dropping an octave. A beat passed before he spoke again, his voice soft, "But really, I had a wonderful day, thanks to you, love. I had so much fun with you." 

(Y/N) couldn't help herself before she planted a delicate kiss to one of the roses tattooed on his skin. "Love you," she mumbled, growing sleepier the more she felt his voice rumble under her ear, "Happy birthday."

Harry's arm around her clutched at her hip, bringing her flush against his side. This time, she was allowed to hear the full symphony of his heart stuttering and fluttering. She liked to think that was because she told him she loved him. But, maybe that was just the call of her dreams talking. 

The last thing she heard before she was tucked away in her dreamland was Harry murmuring into her hair: "I love you, too, angel. Can't wait to spend all m'birthdays with you."

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HOLA MI AMOR HACE MUCHO NO HABLAMOS!!!! BIEN ACÁ ANDO VOS??? TE EXTRAÑÉ

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HOLA MI AMOR HACE MUCHO NO HABLAMOS!!!! BIEN ACÁ ANDO VOS??? TE EXTRAÑÉ

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LOVE'S A GAME, WANNA PLAY?

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | NERD!HARRY UNIVERSE

Summary: Y/N returns from shopping and meets his brother's best friends, even though the shy one seems to steal her attention from the rest. And she wants to find out if he really is as innocent as he seems.

W/N: FIRST PIECE OF THE NERD!HARRY X POPULAR YN UNIVERSE. it'll be the same as since forever AND gangrry, mostly they'll be blurbs! i wanna clarify that i write Y/N with alexa demie in mind though i will always write a NEUTRAL reader. enjoy this, love u ♡

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Y/N wasn't bad at school.

Seriously! even though she occasionally got into fights, she wasn't a complete genius but she passed her exams, and that was enough for her parents to be proud of her and let her do anything she wanted.

The amount of expensive make-up in her private bathroom is proof of how spoilt she was, but she had her reasons. She was a good daughter, a good person, sometimes she could be a bitch but she had her reasons and that was if you messed with her or someone she loves.

Her older brother Zayn was also decently good, so their parents had given him a "gamer" computer to play hours and hours of online games, of course, he had to keep up his good grades. When he wasn't playing with her, he was playing with his mates on Discord, she didn't know who they were, but they treated her brother well and that was enough.

She comes back to reality when her best friend parks in front of her house after an outing to the mall. "Y/N? We're here."

"Ah! yes, sorry." She replies while chewing gum. "Thanks! I'll send you pics trying on the clothes!"

"Please avoid sending me the ones trying on the lingerie!"

Y/N enters her house laughing, dropping the bags on the kitchen island to take them to her room later. She adjusts her short skirt and walks into the big living room.

"Z, I was thinking that– hi."

"You're back." Zayn says surprised, dropping the joystick on his lap.

He wasn't alone, four guys were with him sprawled out on the sofa, all looking at her in awe. Y/N smiles as she notices the look on the faces of three of them, but one seemed uneasy when she came into the room.

He didn't seem to fit in with the others... he had a beanie with brown locks escaping from it, his eyes were forest green, and he was wearing a God Of War hoodie that made him look ridiculous but cute at the same time. Everyone was brimming with confidence and self-esteem, except him.

"You didn't tell me you had company." She smiles as she chews her gum. "Hey, boys."

The (clearly dyed) blond is the first to speak, shaking his hand in greeting. "Hey, I'm Niall."

The other two introduce themselves in a bad attempt at flirting that makes Y/N roll her eyes internally, until it's the turn of the one who had caught her attention.

"M'Harry." He just mumbles, but it's enough for her to smile at him and put all her weight on her left leg, making her hips stand out.

"Hi Harry, I'm Y/N." She fiddles with her manicured hands. "It's a pleasure, I've never seen you around before."

"Yeah... I usually go unnoticed."

Everyone knew who she was, she was one of the most popular in school, she wasn't afraid to fight or talk, she walked the halls with pride while Harry tried to hide so as not to be disturbed.

She was so... breathtaking, every time she walked people turned to look at her, and she knew it. She knew the power she had, and somehow that made her more attractive.

But Harry doesn't have a chance, he loves reading books and playing video games and she loves... whatever she loves, he has never been with a woman and his first kiss was with a girl who felt sorry for him in a truth or dare, so it was impossible.

His blush doesn't go unnoticed by her, and she holds his gaze until he ducks it in complete embarrassment and Zayn stands up to walk towards her.

"Well, enough flirting with ma' friends, aren't you supposed to be in your room getting a face mask or some shit like tha'?" He grabs her shoulders and drags her towards the stairs.

Y/N laughs, and turns her head to wink at Harry. "Bye lads!"

All of them but one respond with the same energy, but as she's dragged towards her room by her older brother, she can hear a small "bye" that makes her feel a little different than all the boys she's been with.

Y/N wanted to know more about that boy in the beanie and hoodie from a game she secretly liked, and she knew she could do it. She just had to be herself, and she was perfect at it.

The thing about girls is they’ll be in a relationship with the most random man. They will find people you didn’t even know god could make

“jus want to feel your touch all the time” nerd h, like maybe he’s telling her to sit in his lap while he games and she’s super horny kissing up on him

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“Just want to feel your touch all the time.” Her voice crooned against his neck. Settled in his lap, his arms were around her and holding the controller as she cuddled into his warmth. His headset was on but barely, mic off because he knew where this was going to go.

Harry could never complain about his girlfriend because she was the epitome of perfect for him. Maybe not for anyone else, but he liked how needy she was. It wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea at all, bur he liked feeling her touch. Liked knowing she couldn’t stand not to feel him when they were around each other.

It had pretty much started like this. After they got over Harry’s hesitancy, it was rare the two were in a room without some part of their bodies touching. Her foot on his thigh, his hand in her hair, her fingers playing with the material of his shirt. It was difficult to pry them away from each other. It had been shown that Harry’s nerves of going too far touch wise was ridiculous considering his girl would whine when he was too far away on the couch.

“I know, baby.” He murmured, pecking the side of his head. It was cruel to be doing what he was doing- making her work for more of his touch- but he liked making her a tiny bit whiny. Hearing her whine and squirm a bit, the adorable little pout on her lips… it did something to him to know she craved him out of all the people in the world bad enough to get pouty.

“I know the game came out 3 days ago…” the warm whisper sent chills down his spine when it was given against his ear. “But I have more fun ideas for now. The game will be there when we’re done.” Trying to coax Harry away from the screen wasn’t actually as difficult as he made it seem for her. The boy just liked to make her work for it. Made the reward seem all the more sweet.

“Well…” he kept his eyes on the screen. It was difficult to keep from smirking, but somehow he did it. “Why don’t you tell me said ideas and we can go from there, baby? We’re already cuddling.” The point stood, sure, but Y/N was fussy and wanting all of her boyfriends attention, damn it.

“Well…” her lips pressed to the hinge of his jaw, happy to have the headset rest up higher so she could brush her nose against the lobe of his ear. “I was thinking that we could pretend to watch a movie. And while it plays… we can make out.” The sweet, sultry cadence of her voice had him swallowing already. Neck kisses were a sensitivity for him, and his eyes were already glazing over just a bit as he tried to give the game enough attention not to lose a life.

“Yeah… we made out this morning though, love.” He tried to keep his voice steady but his girl was ever so perceptive. It was a bit deeper than before, and he squirmed just a bit under her. It was hard to resist her when she was by far the most beautiful woman to exist in his eyes. Harry was a gamer though- it wasn’t a surprise he liked playing a game in any aspect of the relationship.

“I wasn’t finished.” The grumble was met with a teeth driven nip against his throat. The light hiss left his teeth but her tongue brushed over the spot as a half assed apology. “Was going to say, we can make out. And I can take my shirt off.” She sighed dreamily into the base of his throat, peppering kisses to his Adam’s apple. Sensitive. “I didn’t let you suck on my nipples last night… I was thinking I’d let you do that today. Cause you were so nice n’got up, went to the coffee shop and got me coffee like the best boyfriend ever.” The coo was syrupy and her attempts to convince him were getting stronger. Harry was a great man, but a man nonetheless. The idea of playing with her chest had his cock twitching under her ass. It wasn’t lost on her.

“I am pretty great, aren’t I?” He snickered. Trying to okay off how aroused he was wasn’t working too well. Her mouth was always his undoing. Kisses, words, sucking, bites, she knew how to use it like the most dangerous of weapons to disarm him and reduce him to mush.

“Mhm. Though you’re being a little mean to someone who wants to suck you off.” The feathery tone of her voice had him freezing. Damn it. So light and airy, as if she didn’t know that the promise of that would break him.

“Oh really?” His fingers on the controller were slowed, a shaky breath taken as she pressed a few more sloppy kisses up his taut neck and to his cheeks. Y/N’s mouth was… so fucking good. His demise. Harry would never and could never give up an opportunity to be inside of it.

“Oh, absolutely. You know how much I love sucking you, H.” She nuzzled her nose against his jaw. “Love how heavy it feels on my tongue. How it tastes. Love how big it is… so fucking big, Harry.” She whimpered, reaching between them and palming over the growing length. “Love sucking it even after you cum n’letting it get soft in my mouth. Till you have t’pull me off cause you’re too sensitive. I want to make you cum in my mouth, take you down my throat…” her hand rubbed against him, kisses messy over his jaw and back to his sweet spot just under his ear. “I’ve been such a good girl…” she hasn’t. “And all I want to do is suck you. Please? Get off the game and touch me. Touch me, touch me, touch me.” Her whines were needy and desperate- but the got the job done. The headset whipped off, game pressed on pause and controller somewhere on the other side of the couch.

Y/N squealed in both surprise and delight when her body was shifted under him, glasses slipping down his nose as he looked down at her from on top. “Let’s give you what you want then.”

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SOMEHOW I JUST WANT YOU MORE

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE | 7004 WORDS

Summary: Y/N never thought that she would have to go through all this just to see two thin lines on a test, luckily she has Harry by her side, but he doesn't feel very good either, not when his wife seems to be another person.

! | angst, mentions of fertility problems and not conceiving, crying, hospital, harry and yn having an argument, smut, vaginal and unprotected sex, breeding kink, spitting, tongue play, dirty talk, fluff and nothing else i think.

W/N: IT'S HERE. it's finally here and i hope you guys love it even though i don't like it so much (this is my longest one shot, wow). this happens after the honeymoon which is situated on march 20 so keep that in mind please!!! (if you guys want you can read the honeymoon one shot on the masterlist) also make sure you listen to halsey's song "more" cause it inspired this one shot. anyway, like, reblog AND PLEASE leave feedback cause this took me four mental breakdowns!! ♡

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'Even as young as you are?'

APRIL 3, 2022.

Everyone could see how much Harry Styles loved children. Whether they were babies, toddlers, kids, it didn't matter, he loved them.

Ever since she'd agreed to be his girlfriend, she'd watched in awe how he behaved towards them, making them laugh, playing, and his eyes sparkling at the high-pitched squeals they let out when he tossed them in the air to catch them again. He was... simply born for it.

That's why she's trying so hard to give him what he wants more than anything in the world; a baby.

Searching on hundreds of websites for ways to increase her chances of getting pregnant, checking when she's ovulating, changing her diet… she's doing the impossible and still not succeeding. She can't make her husband happy.

And worst of all, he's not the only one waiting for her to have his child, everyone else is doing it too, creating pregnancy rumours for the last ten years and waiting for the slightest picture of her stomach to create false hopes that only hurt her more and more. Does not having a flat belly mean she's possibly pregnant?

The tears are now familiar against her skin, and she screams all over the house when she makes sure Harry's gone, she can't let him see her like this, not when he gives her everything and she can't give him something as simple as that.

She doesn't want help, she can do it on her own, she knows she can or so she thinks, keeping busy every day trying not to think about it, but it's unavoidable, not when it's something she wants so badly.

Her laptop screen is on with a picture she has to edit of her sister-in-law posing with her line of glasses when her phone rings with a new message, from Harry.

"A lad dropped by the studio! He was in my arms for a while but I think he misses his auntie. I love you. Xx."

A picture of her husband with Sarah and Mitch's son came attached to the text, both were smiling, and Harry was holding an electric guitar in his lap in front of the boy to make it look like he was the one playing it. It was beautiful and made her heart ache, a small smile broke out on her face, and she replied to the message with "I love you both!!!! 💓❤️💝💗💕"

She stared at the picture for a few minutes, forgetting her work in front of her. The smile on Harry's face was genuine, and he held the little one with an incredible familiarity, as if he already knew how to hold a baby even though he didn't have one of his own.

Her phone crashes against the wooden table with a thud and she brings her hands to her face, feeling tears of frustration flood her eyes. The house is quiet, unlike her head, where a thousand things are going through it on every second.

She leaves her place and goes upstairs to take another pregnancy test with a little hope.

It comes out negative.

APRIL 7, 2022.

Y/N throws the three pregnancy tests in the bin, and hears Harry sigh, who's sitting on the bed hiding his face in his hands. She sits down next to him.

"We just have to try harder." He says, lifting his head to look at her and resting a hand on her knee in comfort.

"What do you mean, try harder?" She asks, upset. "We do it every day, especially when I'm ovulating, I–"

"Baby, calm down." Harry tells her and she just snorts in irritation. "Maybe we could… go to the doctor?" He proposes, but his wife stands up and looks at him like he has three heads.

"Why would I go to the doctor? there's nothing wrong with me, we're having this baby, I know it." She exclaims.

He stands up and takes her hands in his, stroking her wrists. "Of course we will, I have no doubt about it. But– it's better to have more information, y'know?"

"We're having this baby, Harry."

APRIL 14, 2022.

"H, keep going."

The brunette speeds up his onslaught, hiding his face in his wife's neck where he takes care to leave hickeys and bites as she clings to him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs on his hips.

He's touching her weak spot and he knows it, brushing his cock against it everytime he goes forward which makes Y/N let out little yelps and arch her back, digging her nails into his skin.

Harry doesn't stop, not caring about the pain on his muscles. He definitely missed when they were young and could go for hours on end without tiring, but he wouldn't trade the present for anything, not when he's finally married to the love of his life.

Her wet kisses against his jaw distract him, drawing a groan from his throat and feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer. He slides his head down to kiss and lick Y/N's breasts and she dips a hand into his hair, tugging at the strands. He kisses the tattoo over her heart like he always does.

It's late at night, all is quiet and only the sound of their bodies is heard, it's perfectly intimate, being silent but telling each other everything.

"I'm so close..." He murmurs after a while in silence, his voice hoarse. "Baby."

She tightens around him at the sound, a reflex she can't control. When it comes to Harry, her whole body just responds. "I'm close too, fuck." She says, leaving kisses on his cheeks. "Please, fill me up."

And with that, Harry cums inside her.

It's short, but it takes his breath away and pleasure floods his body in a way that only her body does. His liquid paints her walls white, and it doesn't take long for her to cum as well.

Y/N clings to him, unwilling to let go and he leaves kisses on her face, breathing heavily. Three minutes pass, and he pulls away from her body to talk, but she was already asleep.

It's the fifth time they've done it in a week and it's only thursday, he thinks the last time they fucked this often was when he had long hair. And he doesn't know if it's because she's desperate for his touch or because she just wants to have a baby, but he misses talking to her.

Harry misses his wife.

APRIL 19, 2022.

It's a week later when Y/N finishes throwing a negative test in the trash that she receives a call from Sarah. She picks up as she walks through her empty house.

"Hi, Y/N?" Her friend's voice rings out.

"Hi." Y/N answers, no longer able to fake a happiness that isn't there.

"How are you, honey?" The other asks, and she replies motorically that she's fine. "Is Harry there with you?"

She looks away from her laptop when she hears the question. "I thought he was with you guys?"

"Mhm, no. And he's not answering our calls either."

That's when she starts to worry and hangs up after a brief goodbye. It's ten o'clock at night, where is he?

The door opens just in time, and she quickly walks over to Harry, who ditches his keys, jacket and shoes, all without looking at her.

"Sarah called, where were you?" She asks, crossing her arms.

"Don't wanna fight right now, Y/N." he mutters, pushing past her to walk towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and drinking a bottle of water under her gaze.

"Who said we were going to fight?" His sarcastic laughter rings through the room. "I just want to know where m'husband was."

"I was at Jeff's, Christ, calm down." Harry replies, fed up with her behaviour and Y/N looks at him dumbfounded.

She stops in front of him. "'Calm down?'"

He ducks his head, frowning. "Yeah, you've been... this insanely upset lately."

Y/N laughs in disbelief, feeling anger gnawing at her body. "Maybe I haven't been upset, maybe you've been too bloody calm."

Harry doesn't even look at her, and he walks towards his study, but his wife follows in his footsteps, looking for answers.

"Too calm with what, Y/N?" He asks with his back to her, pulling sheet music out of his notebook to begin writing. "The album comes out this month, I'm not bloody calm at all."

"With the fact that we've been trying to have a baby for months without succeding, you seem pretty calm, like you– you don't care."

The empty bottle falls against the desk in a hard clatter, and he slowly turns to look her in the eyes. His face is serious, and she can play that his green eyes are darkened and slightly watery.

"You seriously think I don't care?" He walks slowly towards her, and Y/N swallows dryly, knowing she touched a soft spot. "This is ruining us and you know it."

"Don't say that, nothing could ruin us." She interrupts him, grabbing his hand, but Harry lets go.

"These last few months– I..." He wrinkles his nose feeling the tears building up in his eyes. "I've been nothing but a fucking sex toy for you, all you do is fuck me to get something out of it, we don't talk anymore, we don't cuddle anymore, it's like I married a ghost."

"Harry...–" Y/N whispers, surprised.

"I want everything to go back to the way it was, I want my best friend back, my wife, my soul."

He stammers, bursting into tears in front of her and closing his eyes, letting himself be hugged by her who also cries against his chest.

They both hold each other tightly, letting go of what they've been holding on to for so long. Harry was having a horrible time too and she hadn't noticed because she was too busy trying to fulfill "his dream."

"I'm sorry, I love you." Y/N grabs his cheeks to look into his eyes, and he nods as the tears continue to fall. "Baby, it was so selfish what I did."

"It's okay, it's kinda funny how short our arguments are." He smiles, kissing her thumb caressing his skin. "Just... promise me one thing."

"Anything." She replies instantly.

"We'll go see a doctor."

APRIL 20, 2022.

She nods, which is why they are now in one of the most private clinics in England because they don't want the press to know, and Y/N's leg is shaking with nerves at the thought of it, causing Harry to rest his hand on her knee to calm her down.

He's nervous too, shit, he feels like throwing up, but he has to stay strong for her and relaxes a little when his love rests her head on his shoulder, and he kisses her temple, which works because now she's a little less nervous.

"It's gonna be alright." Y/N whispers, and her husband smiles to hear her.

"Exactly." He replies, his heart racing with pride at hearing her be optimistic for the first time in a long time.

They're distracted for a few more minutes looking at TikToks on her phone until a woman in white comes out of an office and reads a spreadsheet, looking up to say. "Styles?"

They both stand up, Y/N instantly reaching for Harry's hand to hold tightly to her, and after greeting the woman they enter where the doctor is waiting for them behind her desk.

"Harry, Y/N, it's a pleasure." She shakes their hands.

"Thank you for seeing us." He replies, with the hand that was holding hers now on Y/N's lower back, and gently dragging the chair forward for her to sit down.

"Okay, I understand you're here because you're having trouble conceiving, am I right?" The older woman asks, looking at them under her round glasses.

"Yes." Y/N mumbles, swallowing dryly.

The singer takes her hand but still continues to stare at the doctor, knowing that his wife hates public attention, he's learned that the hard way over the last dozen years.

"We'll do some tests on both of you that will be available next week, don't worry, it's just to make sure everything's as it should be."

The couple nods, and they both feel small in those hospital chairs, holding hands, scared, feeling that time hasn't passed, and that they're still sixteen year olds with no idea what life is really like.

They would love to be them again, forever, huddled in the tree house while they talk about a future that will never come, Y/N stroking Harry's uncontrollable curls while he sings inexpertly, thinking that maybe, one day, he'd love to be a singer.

They're subjected to multiple tests and studies separated, and finishing about four hours later, returning home exhausted and don't even having dinner, quickly crawling under the covers and seeking each other's warmth.

Harry lies with his head on his love's chest as he plays with the ring on her finger. "Are you scared?" He asks, and Y/N's hands stop in his hair.

"Maybe a baby isn't for us."

He lifts his head and looks at her in shock, feeling his throat close at the raw words and his heart flip at the sight of her face. "Love, don't say that."

She averts her gaze, staring at the ceiling feeling the tears pool in her eyes until they fall down her sides onto her pillow. She doesn't even sob, she doesn't scream, nothing, she just… cries.

"Oh, Y/N." He grabs her arms to pull her to him, shifting positions so that she's on top of him, drenching his bare chest in the salty drops. "We'll have them, shit, we'll have our baby, we just have to wait for the results."

He wants to cry too, but he can't in front of her when she needs him more than ever. He'll find a moment of solitude where he can unburden himself, but not now.

"I just wanna make you happy." She sobs, and he frowns.

"Y'think I need a baby to be happy?" Harry questions, nuzzling her waist. "Y/N, it can all go to hell that as long as you're with me, I'll be the happiest man on earth. I don't need a baby, I don't need anything but you, m'soul."

She clings tighter to him, digging her nails into his shoulders and closing her eyes, inhaling the scent of home that her husband exuded. She understands now, and believes him blindly.

As long as they're together, they don't need anything else.

APRIL 24, 2022.

Now, as Harry drives, he thinks maybe they do need something else, the purring furball in his lap being proof of that.

He's excited, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel of his Mercedes and humming one of the songs from his upcoming album, driving down his street to park outside his door, too impatient to put the car in his garage.

"Okay, mate. We're here." He whispers to the little brown tabby kitten, who meows as he's lifted from his new comfort zone.

Harry opens the door to his home with the animal in his arms, who clings to his Pleasing overalls in complete terror. He can hear Taylor Swift on the speakers, and it makes him smile that Y/N's better enough to get back to her routine.

He walks into the living room barefoot and sees her in front of the TV, consuming the Reputation Stadium Tour documentary like it's the first time she's ever seen it, and he can't help but feel everything inside him screaming for this woman.

"If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing!" She chants, her index finger mimicking the choreography until out of the corner of her eye she sees him. "Ah, m'beloved husband...!"

She was in the middle of standing up when she freezes at the sight of the feline, and Harry suppresses a laugh as her eyes widen as well as her mouth, and she stays like that for at least five seconds.

It isn't until the animal meows that she puts her hands to her mouth and let out a little yelp. "You got us a kitten?" She asks, approaching them.

"I did." He replies, smiling. "Wanna hold him?"

She looks up to meet his eyes and nods slowly, tucking the little animal against her chest, which begins to purr instantly making her melt with love. For the first time, the two of them shared a pet.

"He's so cute." She says, kissing his little head. "God, I love him already."

Harry laughs and wraps his arms around her hips, pulling her close to him and resting his cheek on her head, looking down at the kitten who was now shifting his gaze between his new parents. He already loves him too.

Y/N turns her head to look him in the eye, and smiles sheepishly. "Thank you, I love you."

"I love you too." He replies without doubting, and kisses her softly before pulling away. "But we really need to think of a name."

"Maybe later?" She proposes, and her gaze drifts to the coffee table in front of the sofa. "The tests came in, didn't wanted to open them without you."

The smile falls from his face, replaced by a nervous grimace and he nods quickly, walking with her and they sit with their new addition to the family who makes a place for himself on the backrest.

He keeps one hand on her thigh as she shakily opens the envelope, where there are two letters, one from the doctor, the other, the results. Y/N looks him in the eyes, and says. "Whatever it is, we'll be fine."

"We'll be fine." He repeats, and she looks down to start reading.

"The blood tests, the sperm tests, everything– everything's fine..." She mumbles, reading several times to make sure she's not mistaken. "Everything's fine."

"Read the other letter." Harry says impatiently, and Y/N drops the piece of paper to start reading the other one.

"There you go, everything's fine! I'm sure it's all nerves and stress, take it easy guys, you can make it, I know it, but you should always put your health first. Regards, Dr. Wilson."

The couple's silent, the only thing that can be heard is the purring of the unnamed cat, Harry's shaken by the news, excited too, and Y/N keeps her gaze on the TV, opening her mouth slowly to say.

"Well, shit."

Styles laughs, a huge laugh followed by others, and wraps his arms around his wife to pull her to him, making her yelp at the sudden movement. He leaves kisses all over her face, shaking her from side to side as she tries to escape with laughter.

"Stop, H!" She yelps, and he stops to look into her eyes.

His dimples make an appearance thanks to the huge, tight-lipped grin that breaks out on his face at the sight of her, hair tousled, face clean and his Hot N Hard shirt on. God, now that he knew there was no problem, there's nothing he wants more than to put a baby in her belly.

"Harry?" Y/N asks, reaching out a hand to comb the auburn locks that fall across his forehead.

"I love you so much." He whispers, leaving kisses on her neck. "You look so beautiful right now."

"Did the good news made you horny?" Her question makes him laugh, and he scoops her up in his arms to start walking towards the stairs. "But, we gotta think of a name for the kitten!" Y/N exclaims, clinging to her man's neck.

"The kitten can wait." He replies, walking up the stairs to their room, where he sits her on the bed. "We'll make a baby right now."

"Oh yeah?" She asks, resting her palms on the mattress and looking up at him from below. "And how do you know it'll work this time?"

"I don't, but at least we'll have fun trying."

He puts a hand on her jaw, guiding her head up so he can bend down and kiss her. It's slow, he tastes her lips making her sigh and he slips his tongue into her mouth, brushing it with hers. Y/N loves it when Harry behaves like this, so dominant, and the hand sliding from her jaw to her neck makes her shiver.

She can feel her panties begin to dampen and she shifts restlessly, rubbing against the bed causing a whimper to escape her. Harry smirks, and continues kissing her for a few more seconds, just eating her mouth.

Kissing like this, they always tried to kiss long enough for the intimacy of it, making them remember when that was all they did, not having the courage to do more.

They didn't complain, because Harry loved catching her bottom lip between his, and Y/N loved when she stuck out her tongue for him to lick and suck.

Like now, when he pulls away a few inches to whisper. "Stick out your tongue for me." And she does, sliding her pink tongue between her lips and looking into his eyes, the sight making him shudder.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm married to the most beautiful woman on the whole fucking planet." He bites his lower lip.

Keeping his hand on her neck to steady her, Harry sticks out his tongue and licks hers, growling at the feel of her saliva in his mouth. He takes her between his two lips, and pulls away slightly to spit in her mouth.

Shit, she doesn't think she's been this turned on for a long time and looks into his eyes before swallowing, moaning at the eroticism of the action.

"Good girl, letting me do whatever I want with y'mouth, maybe I should fuck your throat to end the show, mhm?" Styles mutters, combing a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Y/N smirks despite feeling her hole tighten around nothing as she listens to him, spreading her legs and propping her feet up against the mattress, exposing herself in front of him. "Are you gonna fuck me or are you still gonna think you're Christian Grey?"

He laughs too, and his insides feel hot with happiness knowing that with her they can go from kinky to goofy in a second.

"Shut up."

He grabs her by the waist to lift her up and throw her further into the centre of the bed so that he has room to position himself over her, and when he does, he begins to kiss her collarbone, biting and sucking on the skin.

Y/N sighs and feels her skin prickle at the kisses, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck making him growl, and slides her hands to the end of Harry's hoodie, tugging it upwards.

He gets the message, and pulls away to remove the garment and the shirt underneath, revealing his bare chest that instantly has her hands all over it. She admires him from below, sliding her nails gently down his chest, fiddling with the little cross and banana chain, across the butterfly and down to his happy trail and those damn, hot laurels.

She couldn't understand how she had the most perfect man all to herself, she never would. Her eyes burn with the emotions that hit her like a wave, the knowledge that he is as deeply and madly in love with her as she is with him, they wouldn't have married if they hadn't.

Her gaze collides with his dark, greenish gaze as he slips his palms beneath the fabric of her shirt, reaching her breasts and cupping them with a familiarity that makes her cling closer to him, lifting her hips to press against his bulge as he squeezes her nipples.

"Eager, are we?" He asks, wrinkling his nose and inhaling, a gesture that had stayed with him after so many years.

She arches her back, causing Harry's hands to press even harder against her. "Just fuck me already." Her voice sounds shaky, and she can hear the stupid cocky grin forming on his face.

It's been maybe ten minutes since they've taken the matter into the bedroom, but the moisture collecting in Y/N's panties is already making her nervous, as is her clit, which continues to throb at the mere sight of her half-naked husband.

Harry just looks at her with a serious look on his face, but with a spark of lust in his eyes, and moves his hands from where they were to place them on her knees, lifting them up. He leaves his left hand there, but the other goes straight to her panties, sliding his index finger up and down the fabric, making her close her eyes and breathe nervously.

"You're so wet you've ruined your panties." He says, mockingly pouting. "You're so desperate for me to fuck you, aren't you? to finally knock you up?"

His questions exclaimed by his husky voice with its thicker accent only make her more aroused, and she knows her wetness is probably all over the sheets right now, but she couldn't care less.

"Yes, please." Her eyes are open now, and Harry feels his cock switch in his trousers as he sees the desperation and need in her eyes.

Her arms pull him to her so she can kiss him, and he lets her do whatever she wants, bite, suck, and leave sweet little kisses that make him squeeze his eyes tight because he is oh so fucking crazy about this girl.

His girl.

Y/N's hands tousle his hair even more as he worries to take off his trousers and sticks his body to hers, rubbing both sexes over the thin garments making them moan as he hurries to pull off her shirt to lick and mark her breasts, making sure to extra kiss and bite her tattoo of the date they got together.

"These tits..." He says, and sticks out his tongue to lick a nipple. "Soon they'll be full of milk for m'baby."

Her mouth opens at the stimulation from his thrusts against her clothed hole, and a feeling of longing comes over her, remembering the first time they did that. And now they were about to have a baby.

Or at least try.

He licks her breasts and then blows on them, making her shiver. Y/N puts both her hands behind his ears, forcing him to look into her eyes and in a voice choked with need, she says.

"Harry, fuck a baby inside me."

Her cracked, trembling voice makes him search for any tears on her face, but it's the arousal that has her like this. She needs him and she can't go through with these games, not when she thinks she's going to cum at any moment because of him and his whole being.

Harry's quick to discard the remaining clothes and finally, they're both naked, clinging to each other as she kisses his weak spot on his jaw that makes his eyes go blank. He has one hand resisting his weight so as not to crush her, and the other grasps his cock, whimpering from the relieving contact on the sensitive shaft.

His head makes contact with the warmth of her folds and they moan in unison, Y/N admires him through narrowed eyes, his head tilted back, his hair dishevelled, his eyes closed and his mouth open with a trickle of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Harry Styles so fucked for her was a work of art, one for her eyes only.

He presses the dripping head against her clit, making her release a pornographic sound from the back of her throat, and leaves kisses behind her ear, murmuring words of love as he slowly pushes inside her.

When all of her wetness is welcoming him as it always does, they both hold still, he thinks he's about to cum, and so does she when she knows that with just a lean and a thrust, he'll hit her soft spot.

Y/N clings to him, and he drops his head on her shoulder. "How are you still so tight every fucking time?"

She laughs, tightening around him and he pulls himself together for the first thrust, grunting as he looks down and sees his member come out covered in all her wetness.

"Shit, H." Her gasp combines with the deep thrusts he delivers, and she lifts her hips halfway up to meet him.

His pelvic bone slams against her clit exquisitely, making her moan and lose herself as Harry's movements become more erratic, separating his chest from hers so that he's now sitting on his knees and gripping her hips with both hands, holding her in place.

She doesn't know what to do with her hands, clenching the skin of her stomach as she continues to moan thanks to his head brushing that weak spot, she doesn't know how he manages to fuck her right everytime, but he does.

He watches her from above as his hips keep thrusting into her wildly, but his mind is filled with love for her, with her eyes closed, hair on the pillow and body at his mercy, she was his dream, his only dream.

"Fuck, look at you." He gasps, unable to take his eyes off her. "Can't wait to fill you up, and when I'm done, I'll do it again and again until the house is full of our babies."

"Harry." Y/N moans, her mind clouded by that image and feeling her orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asks, licking his thumb to get it between their bodies and press it against her clit, making the volume of her moans increase. "Just walking around full of m'cum?"

She can't believe her ears, never having heard Harry's breeding kink as loud as it is now, and she feels her climax on the tip of her fingers with every thrust, word and caress her husband gives her.

They look at each other, and her bright gaze contrasts with his dark one. "Please, want it to drip out of me." She babbles, leaning her weight on one arm so she can pull herself closer to him, pressing their foreheads together. "Wanna make you a daddy."

Harry senses he's about to cum at her words, and he continues his onslaught despite the burning in his muscles. "Yeah? and you'll be a mommy, the best, the hottest, shit, love–"

Y/N kisses him with a hand on the back of his neck, it's messy from their movements and the desire for release they both have. She breaks away to murmur against his lips. "I love you, no matter what."

He cums inside her in long white strips that paint her walls, and the stimulation on her clit makes her follow him, tensing all her muscles, squeezing her eyes shut and opening her mouth in a silent scream.

"I love you, I love you." He murmurs, leaving kisses on her open mouth, her cheeks and every part of her face.

They both collapse onto the bed and remain silent for a few minutes, regulating their breaths and snuggling under the covers thanks to the fact that Y/N had the strength to uncover the bed knowing they wouldn't later.

Harry slides his now soft member out of her, making her hiss from the sensation, and sees how his cum wants to drip out of her hole, so with three of his fingers he forces it back in, feeling himself switch and almost hardening again. He removes them, wiping them off quickly with his mouth so he can grab his shirt off the floor and clean his love carefully.

Y/N waits for him to finish and discard the shirt before looking into his eyes and do grabby hands at him, making him smile and roll his eyes, grabbing her by the forearms to lay her on his chest.

"Here we are trying to have a baby when you're still acting like one." He jokes, and she pinches his nipple. "Oi!"

"You think it worked?" Her hopeful voice makes him smile, and they both look at each other satisfied with everything that's happened.

"Of course." He replies, playing with her hair, a little sweaty from the action they've had. "The next test will be positive."

MAY 19, 2022:

It was almost four weeks later when Harry became suspicious.

Since the last time they haven't had much time together, and he wanted to make up for lost time with his wife. That's why he decided to take a day off, and make her breakfast while she's still in bed.

He whistles as he cooks the pancakes and turns from time to time to check the coffee on the stove just the way Y/N likes it. He puts the missing dishes on the tray, completing the breakfast they've frequented for years; maple syrup, coffee, pancakes, hash browns and egg yolk.

He notes in a post it "I will always love you :)" to complete the reference to his new song Keep Driving, inspired by his marriage, like 98% of all songs written by him.

He hears Y/N coming down the stairs and mentally pats himself on the shoulder for timing it perfectly, quickly arranging everything so that it is pointing to the door frame separating the kitchen from the living room.

She enters the scene as she scratches her tousled nest of hair and tries to adjust the clothes that moved during the night between tossing and turning, she has the pillow mark on her face, and Harry feels like he's going to faint from so much beauty.

"Good morning, m'soul."

"Mhm." She just answers, not a fan of talking to anyone when she's barely awake.

She opens her eyes and stops in her tracks when she sees breakfast, cracking a small smile and looking up at her husband who's blushing. "Aww, H!"

"It's been a long time since we've had breakfast together." He murmurs, and she walks over to him to position herself between his legs (he sat up so he could eat with her) and take his face in her hands, leaving little kisses on his bearded face and lips.

Y/N sits down and they both begin to eat, sharing a chat from time to time. He looks proud of himself as he watches her eat the pancakes with maple syrup, but she tastes the coffee, and spits it back into the cup.

"Hey! why did you do that?" He asks offended.

"It tastes awful." She replies, grimacing as she pours herself a glass of grape juice to drink it all the way down.

Harry takes the cup of coffee from her and takes a sip; it tastes perfectly normal, very good if he has to admit it, but he decides to leave it be and let her continue with the glass of juice.

Y/N continues to eat happily, of course, until she pops a small piece of egg yolk into her mouth. Harry doesn't have time to complain when she's already in the sink throwing up.

He drops his cup of coffee quickly and walks over to her, holding her hair and stroking her back until she pulls herself together, wiping her face with the sleeve of her t-shirt.

"I don't feel so good." She murmurs, with a pout that makes Harry's heart ache.

"It's okay, honey." He presses her against his chest. "Why don't you go to bed? I'll put everything away and join you as fast as I can."

She nods, and looks into his eyes. "Sorry for ruining it."

He smiles sadly, combing her hair that has stuck to her forehead with sweat. "You didn't ruin anything, to be honest I was looking forward to staying in bed with you."

Y/N leaves and ten minutes pass in which Harry picks up breakfast and saves it for perhaps later. He's washing the cups when he notices, and one falls dry in the sink.

He picks up his phone with half-dried hands, and opens the chat with his mom from a week ago.

"Your cousin is pregnant and can't handle eggs or coffee so we're taking care of her now. Kisses sweetie, love you and Y/N!! 😘😘😘"

Eggs or coffee.

Eggs.

Coffee.

He clings to the marble counter trying to control his breathing. Could it be..? Christ, he was going to faint at the thought. He couldn't believe he had such a good memory to remember a banal text message like that.

He runs a hand over his face trying to come back to reality, if Y/N was pregnant… shit, he can't think straight, and if it wasn't for Saturn (called that way after Y/N sang seven while holding him) climbing up on the counter and meowing in his face, then he'd still be in a trance.

He turns off the faucet and runs upstairs, ignoring his blurred nerves he enters their room, where Y/N looks at him in fright.

"Take a pregnancy test." Is all he says, and his wife gets out of bed in confusion.

"What?" She asks, approaching him. "Are you okay? You look pale."

"Yeah, yeah." He responds agitated, letting her examine his face. "Just, please, you have to take it."

"Okay, I'm gonna take it and you're gonna calm down." She looks into his eyes, and he nods. "C'mon."

Harry can barely control his nerves as she pees on four sticks to make sure, walking all over the bathroom and their room until she comes out. "We have to wait five minutes, wanna explain what's going on?"

They both sit on the bed and she takes his hands to reassure him, which works. "You're gonna think I'm crazy but, remember m'mom told me Laura's pregnant and can't stand eggs or coffee?"

"Yeah." Y/N replies, and her eyes widen in understanding. "Holy fuck. Do you think..?"

"I don't know." Harry shakes his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "I don't know."

Minutes pass and the couple gets crazier and crazier; Y/N feels like she's going to tear her hair out in despair and wants to puke again so badly while Harry fiddles with his rings for the tenth time.

It must be something else, he doesn't even know how he connected the loose ends, was it paternal instinct? no, that's stupid, maybe he's not going to be a father and he's just going crazy. He's an idiot, now he's got Y/N's hopes up and he's gonna have to see the look of disappointment on her perfect face again.

He's so immersed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice when his wife rises from beside him to re-enter the bathroom, appearing again at a slow pace with the four tests in her hands, unable to take her eyes off them as she mutters:

"Positive."

Harry lifts his head as he hears her, connecting his eyes with her teary ones, and stands, approaching her who shows him all the positive streaks that indicated that inside her, their baby was growing.

She drops them and throws herself into her husband's arms, making them fall backwards onto the bed, clinging to each other. Harry cries into her neck while she cries into his chest. Y/N feels like she's gonna faint from the tears and sobs pouring out of her body, an immense happiness flooding her body as a million things go through her head.

Harry talking to her belly, Harry holding a small chubby baby, Harry playing the guitar with a small audience, Harry and their baby.

It would all be real eventually.

Meanwhile he's still crying like he's never cried in his life, sitting with her on his lap and running a hand between them to rest it on her tummy. "There's a baby in there." He says, his voice breaking.

Y/N laughs, pressing her forehead to his. "There's a baby in there."

They both look at each other, connecting their teary eyes and begin to laugh, kissing without regard for the salty taste. They kiss, trying to convey to each other everything that can't be said in words, but now they have someone who's the feasible proof of their love.

A perfect blend of both, Harry thinks, and his stomach feels like it has fireworks in it. He can't wait to sing to the growing belly of his love, to hold that tiny hand. He just can't wait.

"I love you." Y/N says as they part their lips, tears still streaming down their cheeks. "I love you, curly, we made it."

"We made it." He repeats, squeezing her waist between his hands. "We made it, we're having our baby, I told you so."

"I can't believe you found out because I threw up your breakfast."

"That's because you'd never throw up something made by me, I'm an incredible chef."

They both laugh again and Harry flips them over, making Y/N lie between the bed and him, laughing at the kisses he spreads across her face, neck, down to her shirt, lifting it slightly to reveal the soft skin of her stomach that was keeping their baby warm. Saturn seems to have noticed the happiness that came from the room and appears, getting on the bed and snuggling on his mother's chest, who caresses him happily.

Harry kisses the area as Y/N caresses his scalp and the tears continue to fall at the sight of him speaking to them. He whispers something, but she and perhaps someone else can hear him clearly.

"Welcome home, baby. You're already loved."

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'Yeah, I've always wanted to have kids.'

loved this ❤️

DOUBTING AND SUSPECTING

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE | 5873 WORDS

Summary: Harry always had a hard time trusting people, but Y/N never thought that one day he would doubt her. I guess they were both wrong.

! | arguing, harry's mouth, crying, ANGST, descriptions of explicit violence, blood, cursing, kidnapping and everything that comes with a gang. happy ending though :)

W/N: here it is... the first fight one shot!!!! hope you guys love it as much as i loved write it out, maybe the end it's not my fave part but i think the rest it's pretty good!!!! please don't forget to feedback and reblog, it's all i ask ♡ happy reading, ily.

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Everything went to shit. Everything.

All the guns, the laundered money, the men in the London district... it had all gone to shit because of the Japanese mafia and it could only have been one way.

A spy.

Harry Styles had a spy in his gang.

He runs his hands over his head, tousling his hair for the fifteenth time today. He's furious, he's so frustrated he could empty his clip in a second if he wanted to. He can't believe how someone as precise and fucking organised as him could have allowed this to happen and how he never suspected a thing.

He was an asshole, a shitty leader. He had endangered his men (some of them having died), his friends, his family, Y/N.

Y/N.

He hadn't seen her in the last week. They were both completely busy even though they missed each other terribly, he missed having her pressed against him, feeling her angelic presence and sweet scent fill the large spaces of his mansion.

"I'm busy with the restaurant renovations." she'd told him. But a quiet voice in the back of Harry's mind can't help but think that maybe that's not the truth.

They were dating less than half a year but yet he'd already told her everything, he couldn't help it, he wanted her to know all about his world and be truly good and what she deserves.

But what if Y/N... had told someone else what Harry was doing on the sly?

What if she really was the spy he wanted so badly to get rid of?

It couldn't be true, there had to be another explanation. But his judgement was clouded, all he wanted to do was find out who the spy was, and to be fair, there was a chance it was her.

He had told her everything; every secret, every location, meeting and small but key things. Y/N knew everything because Harry had opened his heart, and as always, it had had its consequences.

As if fate knew what was coming, his phone starts ringing on the mahogany desk, and her name can be read on the screen. Before he picks up, he sighs, trying to calm himself so that it doesn't show that he's completely furious.

"Hello?" He speaks, pressing the device hard against his ear, he can hear hubbub on the other end of the line, and assumes she's on Daylight.

"Hi, H!" Her happy voice comes through. "How are you? I miss you."

His heart flips in his chest at his girlfriend's tenderness but he quickly pushes those feelings to the back of his mind. Despite having no proof that it was her, he still gets angry.

"M'fine." He replies, sounding bored as he fiddles with a corner of a paper document, but he's attentive.

"I was thinking of stopping by after the restaurant closes and sleeping over at your place, can I?" She asks and he hears her laughing with a co-worker.

Harry's annoyed that she's so calm while he's in the middle of a pitched battle.

"Yeah, whatever." He sighs. "I've gotta go."

"Oh, okay, yeah." Y/N stutters, caught off guard. "See you later, sweets."

"Bye."

He hangs up the phone and runs his hands over his face in frustration. He feels like the tie is choking him and all he needs is to know the truth. Louis enters the office without knocking, finding his boss looking tired (as usual).

"People didn't teach you to knock on the fucking door or what?" he exclaims, irritated, and his right hand shifts uncomfortably in place.

"I'm sorry. Just wanted to tell you that we're leaving, we'll continue this from Manchester, it's not safe for us all to be at your place, we might get ambushed."

He nods, hair moving with him. Louis leaves as does everyone else, and he finds himself alone in his mansion, waiting for Y/N. He tries to kill time, but all he can think about is that he needs to find that loudmouth, and he needs to find them now.

It's Y/N, it has to be her. His men couldn't have betrayed him.

It hurts, it hurts like shit, he... he loves her, he wanted to tell her that, and she fucked it all up for what, to get money? protection? he didn't understand. But once again he'd trusted in vain.

He's sitting on the black sofa drinking his third glass of whiskey, Bullets watches him from afar and knows not to approach his father when he's angry (that is, most of the time when Y/N isn't in the house). Not because he's gonna hurt him, that's never, but because he can't cuddle him when he's busy being angry.

His suit is undone, he's thrown his jacket somewhere in the house and his shirt's almost completely unbuttoned, proudly showing off the butterfly tattoo. Harry stares at the fireplace that's trying to warm the cold atmosphere, when the door opens.

Ironically, a ray of sunshine streams through the opening, and Y/N's voice breaks the curt silence. "Sweets, m'home. Brought you a little piece of an apple pie!"

The nickname makes his heart feel around so much darkness, but what's the point of it if she'd betrayed him... why did his body keep reacting like that?

Easy, and he knew it; because he was in love.

He doesn't look away from the fire even as she stands confused beside him, causing her sweet scent to enter his nostrils making him shiver. "H, you're okay?" She asks, sitting down next to him to rest a hand on his back.

Harry stands up before she can touch his body and makes her clench her fist against her chest in embarrassment. He rests the empty glass against a shelf, but still doesn't speak.

"I don't understand." She mutters, standing behind him. "Did I do something wrong?"

Her soft tone of voice ruins it, and millions of words flit through his head in a microsecond. He wants to ask her so many things, but most of all he wants to know why.

Y/N keeps talking, eating away at what little patience the gang leader is known for having, until he turns to look her in the eye.

She's never seen him like that before.

That shade of his green eyes... that darkness behind the gaze with the raised eyebrows... it was only for his enemies, for when one of his men irritated him, for a traitor.

"You did it." He speaks, his voice hoarse with alcohol and anger. "Shit, Y/N. You did it!"

Harry's wry clapping contrasts in the atmosphere, and his sly grin against her expression of pure confusion does too.

"I thought you'd never do it, but you surprised me." He takes his glass and fills it again, raising it in front of her. "Cheers to that."

Y/N stirs in place uncomfortably, what's going on? she was hoping to get to his house and cuddle up together watching some movie she liked and he hated but only watched it for her. The scenario she encountered is nothing like that, and she has a feeling that this is not going to end well.

She doesn't know if she's ready to fight him for the first time, not when it's Harry we're talking about.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on or are we gonna keep playing these stupid games?" She asks, crossing her arms and the long haired one is taken by surprise by her surly tone, she always had the sweet voice.

"There's a spy in the gang." He mutters, putting the empty glass back on the shelf.

"And you think it's me."

At the silence and her boyfriend's wandering gaze Y/N lets out an unfunny laugh, shaking her head, she never thought this would happen. Sure, at first Harry didn't tell her things about the gang not only because he didn't quite trust her, but because he wanted to protect her, as time went on he opened up more, but apparently it wasn't worth it.

Bullets crawls out of the room, knowing that sleep is more important than his parents' fight.

"You can't be serious, Harry." She tells him, watching him wander across the dark floor. "You know there's no chance that is me."

"Do I?" He asks, raising his head to look at her. "You knew everything, every plan, every location, everything."

"And why would I want to betray you, huh?" Her footsteps echo, and she stops in front of him.

"Everyone has a price." He replies. "Everyone."

"I don't have one, not when it comes to you." Y/N replies, trying to talk some sense into him. "I can't believe you're thinking this."

He knew, deep down he knew it hadn't been her, but what if he was wrong and Y/N had told them everything? he couldn't take chances, and he couldn't wait for the boys to track down the rat either, not when their lives were on the line.

It had to be her, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life. "I told you everything."

"Harry–"

"Leave, Y/N."

His heart burned as he uttered those words, he wouldn't know how to survive without her, not when she had been his salvation, his ray of light amongst so much darkness, his angel.

She looked up at him, her eyes watery and her mouth half open, she couldn't believe what she was hearing, after all they'd been through she loved him madly and she was never going to be able to tell him that.

"You don't mean it." She whispers, ducking her head so he doesn't see the tears falling from her cheeks. "No, wait."

"It's over."

She lifts her head and looks up into his eyes that hide the pain, she knows he's faking it, there's no way.

"Harry, you can't do this!" Her voice echoes through the house. "Please, you have to believe me, I didn't do it, please–"

Her sobs interrupt her and the long-haired man looks up at the ceiling so he doesn't see the scene in front of him. He feels like he's been stabbed twenty times at the pain of seeing and hearing the woman he loves sad because of him, but it's what he must do.

Y/N's still crying even as Harry takes her by the shoulders to lead her to the door, opening it to take her out of the house.

They both look at each other once more and she's furious, she wants to scream a million things in his face but she doesn't have the strength, so she just limits herself by saying. "You promised you'd never hurt me."

The gang leader smiles sadly, squeezing the door between his ringed hand. "Darling, I'm a criminal, you can't trust me."

The door closes between them. Y/N covers her face with her hands sobbing wildly, on the other side, Harry cries too, and grabs the first thing within reach to throw it against the wall, smashing it into a thousand pieces.

If only he could be a normal person and not... this.

(...)

"You don't understand, Austin, I love him!"

Y/N stamps the pizza dough against the counter, looking at her employee who just grimaces and squeezes her shoulder. "And I know he loves you too."

"Well, you can't tell, because he kicked me out of his house and broke up with me over something stupid!" She says, picking up the dough again to knead it to perfection. "God, if only he wasn't so cute I swear..."

"This is your first crisis as a couple, you'll work it out." He waves his hand, not making a big deal out of it. "Though if it's your first fight and he's already broken up with you..."

He's interrupted by the door swinging wide open, and Niall walks through it, searching for her with his eyes until he finally finds her. "Y/N."

"Niall." She says, surprised.

He strides over and stops in front of her, they both stare at each other for a few seconds until he hugs her tightly, not wanting to let go.

"Missed you." He says when they finally pull apart. "Everything's shit without you."

She laughs sadly, shrugging her shoulders. "Harry decided for everyone, as always."

The Irishman nods, looking around at the messy kitchen around them. "Do you have a minute?"

"Yes, yes." Y/N quickly wipes herself down with a dishtowel and walks with Niall behind her.

They leave the kitchen through the back door, leading to where Harry and Y/N first spoke, and the memory causes a stitch in her chest.

She missed him too much.

"What did you wanna tell me?" She asks, folding her arms in the cold.

"We found the spy."

(...)

"Sorry mate, she told me to fuck off."

Harry sighs, hiding his face in his arms then saying. "Here, for doing me the favour and going to talk to her."

The leader dumps three large wads of bills in front of his friend, who snorts and shakes his head. "You think I'm gonna take the fucking money? We're friends, whether you want it or not."

The bodyguard walks over to the office door and opens it, but before he leaves he turns around and says. "Oh, and grow some balls, Harry. You shoot people almost everyday but can't bring yourself to talk to your ex-girlfriend, we won't always be around to clean up the mess you leave."

The clatter of the door sounded in the silent room, Harry doesn't know what to say, he doesn't dare say a word because he knows Niall's right, he's an asshole and he should be the one to get Y/N back, not someone else.

The loudmouth had been Daniel, a new one in the business, and he'd made sure that he wouldn't bother anyone else. How could he've thought it was his angel?

He was like shit, he thinks he hasn't had a shower for a long time because of his greasy hair, he's stopped wearing suits to be alone in his pyjamas since Louis' the one who runs everything momentarily, he likes to drink and cry while petting his cat who misses her too.

Who couldn't miss her? It's only been a week since they broke up, and he feels like he's going crazy. It's not enough for him to get updates from Niall who still protects her from the shadows, he needs to see her, kiss her and ask for forgiveness.

Harry doesn't remember the last time he said sorry, it was when he came home with a busted lip and a black eye for the first time? yes, maybe, and that was when he was seventeen.

Now he's twenty-one and has an angel in his dark life he can't let go. He gets up from the chair determined, looking at the time on the expensive vintage clock in the corner of the room, it's early, early enough to go and get the love of his life back.

He takes a bath and puts on his black jeans with a hoodie and his chelsea boots, checks in the mirror that his hair is perfectly combed and runs downstairs, where his cat is lying on the sofa and is startled by the rumbling.

"Don't worry, Bullets, Mummy's gonna be back soon." Harry pets him and leaves a kiss on his nose. "Or at least I'll try."

He walks down to his garage, where he quickly picks out the Range Rover and gets out as quickly and safely as possible. It's ten o'clock at night, Y/N has already closed the restaurant and must be doing her bedtime routine.

"What are yeh doing?" Harry asks, leaning against the back of the bed, watching his girlfriend's shadow move constantly.

It's the first time he's stayed the night at her house, and he's sure it must be funny to see his all-black clothes in the pastel-coloured room and a man of his appearance lying on a bed with a blanket with the print of a tiger.

"My bedtime routine." Y/N comes out of the bathroom with a headband holding her hair out of her cream-filled face.

Harry feels his heart beating fast and his hands start to sweat, she makes him nervous, and he fears he might be falling in love.

"Do you wanna do it with me?"

Yes, he was falling in love, he didn't know it then, but he knows it now. Y/N is his everything, and he can't let her walk out of his life, which is why he now drives home fast, and sees the lights up, as well as his hopes.

He parks and gets out of the car in a hurry, not even thinking when he rings the doorbell until the door opens and he finally has her in front of him after so many days.

"Harry?" She asks in surprise, wearing a top and shorts that she wears as pajamas and he sighs through his nose at the sight. "What are you doing here? Didn't Niall talk to you?"

"Yes, yes he did, that's why m'here." He doesn't know what to say, he's practiced this under his breath on the way here but now he doesn't remember anything, fuck.

They're both silent for a few seconds, Y/N with an expression of total confusion and Harry with one of shame. She has one hand on the door, and the scene reminds her of when he kicked her out of his house but with the roles reversed.

After a few seconds, she asks. "Are you gonna tell me something?"

He runs a hand through his hair, tousling it. He wants to die right then and there, he doesn't know how to ask for forgiveness, he never has, but for her he can do anything.

"Forgive me." He says, head down. "I should never have doubted you, fuck, Y/N, sorry."

"Yes, you should never have doubted me." She replies. "You shouldn't have not let me talk either, broke up with me and kicked me out of your house."

He nods apologetically, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything I did, I'm a fucking asshole and I don't deserve you, but please… I promise if you forgive me, I'll make it right this time."

Y/N looks down at her hands as he clasps them together, taking her small, warm hands between his frozen ones. She wants to forgive him, to let him in and curl up with her face hidden in his hair as he strokes her back, but she can't do it so soon, she can't.

"Please, angel, please." Harry sobs, and it's the first time she's seen tears streaming down his cheeks. "There's just no getting through without you."

She feels a lump in her throat. "You have to give me some time, Harry, I thought that… I don't know, that you'd send your men after me, thinking I was the enemy."

He feels disgusted that he made his love live in fear, he would never forgive himself for what he did, no matter if she ever did. "In my life, you always have to be aware of the people around you, there are few you can trust, and I thought maybe, shit, I don't know why I thought that."

"I don't know either." Y/N smiles sadly, taking a step back. "Go away, Harry, just... give me three days."

"Three days?" His eyes sparkle.

"Three days."

(...)

Harry frowns at the brightness crashing against his eyelids, did he fall asleep with the light on again?

He tries to rub his fist across his eyes, but his hands are immobile. They're tied to a wooden chair, as are his feet.

He opens his eyes in alarm, with a curtain of hair in front of them narrowing his field of vision that quickly disappears when someone grabs him by the hair on the back of his neck, tilting it upwards. He grunts in pain, narrowing his eyes so that he can see in front of him without being disturbed by the bright light.

"Harry fucking Styles." Jameson Smith grins in front of him, flashing his gold paddle. "We finally got you, motherfucker."

He lets go, causing his head to fall forward before he lifts it up on his own. "If it wasn't for a rat in m'gang, you never would've even smelled my fucking scent."

The American laughs sardonically and slams his fist into Harry's stomach, who gasps from sudden shortness of breath, he knows he's already been hit more, the blood in his mouth gives them away.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asks, his voice muffled because of the pain. "We've already given you a territory."

"I want the whole area."

This time it's Harry's turn to laugh, tilting his head back he lets out loud, high-pitched guffaws. He can't believe what his poor ears have to listen to, a zone? this bald old man was clearly fucked in the head.

He keeps laughing, eyes closed, until a punch to his nose makes him grunt in pain. He feels the bone shift and is sure his septum is broken as the blood keeps leaking from his nostrils, sliding down his neck until it disappears into the fabric of his hoodie he wore to go to Y/N's house.

Y/N, holy fuck, if he'd kidnapped him before he could get into his Range Rover, that means they'd seen her and where she lives. The mere thought causes panic throughout his body, where is she? he just prays she never sees him like this.

If he bleeds, she should be the last to know.

"No, we didn't took the girl." Jameson replied as if he had read his mind. "We'll leave her as… the next warning."

Harry spat in his face, the red of his saliva mingling in the man's grizzled beard. "You're dreaming if you think you'll ever lay one of your sausage fingers on her."

Smith smiles cynically, wiping his face with the back of his wrist and kneeling in front of him. "Don't tempt me, Styles, with just a command I can get her to be here, maybe in those little shorts she was wearing earlier–"

The headbutt aimed at Jameson's nose echoes through the small room, and Harry barely has time to celebrate when he pulls a revolver from his waistband and slams the butt of it into the back of his neck, knocking him out.

(...)

Y/N couldn't fall asleep after her conversation with Harry, and is somewhat thankful that if she hadn't been awake, she wouldn't have heard the knocking on her door at three in the morning.

She gets up from the sofa, adjusting the cardigan against her body and looks through the peephole, finding Zayn's face and behind him the other three men.

"Hey, is everything okay?" She asks as she opens the door and lets them in.

She knows something isn't right, they'd never come to her flat before and they all looked scared and worried. Y/N had never seen them like that.

"Sit down, Y/N." Liam tells her, and they all follow her to the sofa where she sits again.

"You're scaring me, is Harry okay?" She asks, starting to feel the nerves building up in her chest.

Now that she thinks about it, she didn't hear his car leave the street, and the mere fact that something bad has happened to him terrifies her. Sadly, Niall mutters. "Someone kidnapped him."

Y/N holds a hand to her chest in horror, navigating her gaze between the four boys who look at her in grief. Louis sits down next to her and takes her hand, squeezing it.

"We need your help, otherwise we wouldn't be here worrying you." He says, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Before you and Harry broke up, he made a will."

The paper falls into her hands and she takes it silently, she has no words, she doesn't know what to say, she can barely read the paper. All she's thinking about is if he's okay, she needs him to be okay.

"In that will, it says that if anything happens to him, you're the next in charge."

She lifts her head to look up at Zayn in surprise, her mouth is open in shock and she can't believe what her ears have just picked up. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. It used to be Louis, but when Harry met you, he quickly decided to put you instead." Niall replies.

"I gotta admit it hurt my ego at first but I'm over it now." The Doncaster man shrugs.

"But why me? I don't know anything about gangs, about guns, I...–" She scratches her hands nervously, searching for answers in her friends' eyes.

"We'll take care of that, you just give the call." Liam kneels down in front of her as do the other two. "We know where Harry is, but we need a plan and for you to give us permission to go in."

She blinks a couple of times to make sure she's not dreaming and nods quickly, getting up from the couch followed by the men. "So, do you guys have any ideas?"

Niall nods. "We're going in through the front, it's going to be dangerous, yeah, but quicker."

"Oh so you're crazy?"

The question catches them off guard, and they look at each other. "Do I have to answer honestly?" Louis says, and Y/N rolls her eyes.

"You have to plan it right, the leader, your best friend, my– Harry's in danger." She walks over to the table, grabbing a notepad to start taking notes. "You're gonna sneak in, first kill the guards but no guns, with a few knives or just choke them. It's better if it's small groups of people–"

"It's just us, there's not a lot of people on the base." Liam adds.

"Then maybe it's best if you split into two groups, one will look for Harry, the other will make sure there's no inconvenience, then, you're gonna reunite to rescue Harry."

Y/N continues to explain the plan as she looks at them and notes, they're stunned, and when she finishes Liam decides to speak up. "How do you know all this?"

She feels the blood rise to her cheeks. "Well, I had no choice being the girlfriend of a gang leader, sometimes it's all he talks about."

The five of them are about to leave, she's going to stay at Harry's house where she'll wait for them, it's not safe to stay here alone, not after being watched. They all get into Louis' car and leave her at the mansion and then head back to the base. "Good luck." Y/N whispers as she watches the car drive off down the street.

As she gets in, she feels tired, and now realizes how much she missed this house, because even though it was dark and quiet, it was the home where she and Harry were happy.

Then she heard the meow.

Bullets ran to her meowing, scrubbing at her legs with his tail raised and purring.

"Oh, my baby!" She exclaims, scooping him up in her arms and leaving kisses all over his head. "I missed you, so much."

And he missed her too, bumping their heads together and licking her nose, his mum was back. Y/N sits on the sofa with the cat in her lap, leaving cuddles on him but he can't stop thinking about what must be going on at that base. She's scared, really scared.

(...)

Doors, footsteps, gunshots, moans of pain are all Harry's ears can pick up.

His whole body aches from his bad posture, bound hands and feet and his broken septum, but he has no time to worry about his pain now. He opens his eyes, grunting in the light and sees Jameson pacing around the dingy room, he's talking into a radio and looks extremely nervous.

"Don't let them get to where I am." Is the last thing he says before he sees that the british man is awake and approaches him. "You're in luck, Styles. Your fucking friends came to save you."

Harry smiles, his bloodshot teeth forming a grotesque, cynical sight for anyone who sees it. He's relieved, and now understands that the shots are from his friends, his brothers.

"Don't smile too much, I won't let them find you alive." The old man removes the gun from his waistband and takes the safety off, aiming it at the long-haired man's temple. "Something you want me to say to your sweet girl?"

He clenches his jaw angrily and if it weren't for being tied up, he would've already emptied the clip all over Jameson's face, warping it into a beautiful abstract painting he wishes he could hang in his living room for all to see. He doesn't care that he's going to die, he knows the consequences his life carries, but shit how he's going to miss his mom, his sister, his friends, his cat and most of all his angel.

He'll miss everything about her, her smell, her smile, her sweet way of being, when she would come into his office to leave him something to eat or to beg him to go to bed with her, when she would give him kisses on his jaw or when she would sometimes braid his hair even though he proclaimed he hated it.

Harry opens his mouth and takes a breath to speak, but the door bursts open and a perfect hole is drawn in Jameson's forehead, the product of Zayn's magnum 44.

His limp body falls to the floor in a thud, and his four best friends come over to him, dropping to their knees.

"H, shit." Niall says, scanning his body.

"Mate… your nose." Liam closes his eyes sensitively as does Louis who whispers a "i'm gonna vomit."

"Wouldn't you two better stop crying like little girls and untie me? this chair isn't specifically the best place to sleep." He rolls his eyes, but inside he's relieved to the bone that they're here.

Liam and Niall untie him and carry him to the car while Zayn and Louis cover them with their guns raised in case there's anyone else left at the base. Luckily, that doesn't seem to be the case, and they all get into the car safely.

Harry groans as he feels the comfortable seat against his hard back, he needs to sleep for at least a week, preferably hugging Y/N's warm body.

He opens his eyes wide, lifting his head. "Where's Y/N?"

"She's at your house, waiting for you." Liam glances at him in the rearview mirror and he sighs.

"You still have to wait." Zayn adds as he drives through the dark streets of London. "I have to put that shitty nose of yours back in place."

Harry smiles and tries to relax, but it's hard when he was about to die, his nose is broken, and he just wants to see Y/N. He just wants her.

It takes at least two hours of driving before they reach his mansion and he can already see the sky starting to clear, the tiredness is already setting in and he feels bad that Y/N probably hasn't slept either because she's worried.

He gets out of the car with Niall's help and Liam opens the door, ushering them all in. The living room light is on and he feels excited to see her again, he wants to run if his legs weren't so bloody sore.

"Go, we'll wait for you here." Louis tells him and they all nod.

Harry limps into the room, holding his stomach and smiles when he sees her, she doesn't seem to have heard the noise they made when they came in, and only when he grunts from the pain she turns around.

"H!" She exclaims and runs to him, hugging him and bursting into tears.

Y/N sobs desperately, hiding in his chest, she was so scared, she didn't even want to think about the things that could've happened to him if the boys hadn't rescued him. "You're here."

She breaks away to take his face in her hands and look at him. He looks terrible, his nose is already starting to turn purple and there's dried blood all over his factions, but he looks beautiful as ever, and she knows she'll never love anyone the way she loves him.

He smiles and nods. "I'm here."

His thumb wipes away her tears and he presses their foreheads together. He's happy, he's full, but shit how his legs are aching. "Can we... go to the sofa, please?"

She nods furtively and helps him sit, where Bullets is waiting happy to see his father again, curled up in his lap, getting cuddles. Y/N feels a pain in her chest at seeing Harry so hurt, but he was alive and that was all that mattered.

A few minutes pass, Y/N has one arm around Harry's shoulders, stroking the long hairs at the nape of his neck, and he's stroking his black cat, thinking about what to say.

"You know," He begins. "When I was kidnapped, they told me they saw you, they saw where you live and what you look like."

She feels a shiver run through her body and clings tighter to him, urging him to continue.

"I can't let anything happen to you, I swore to protect you, and that's what I want to do forever." He lifts his head to look into her eyes. "I can't wait any longer, not even three days, move in with me, Y/N."

Her eyebrows raise in surprise, they haven't even said the three words yet, but they know, and aside from having to leave her house because they now know where she lives, there's nothing she wants more than to be with him when she comes home from a long day's work.

So Y/N smiles, and gives him a peck on the lips, not caring about the blood. "I'd love to."

Harry sighs quietly, if suffering for years meant that at some point he would find his angel, he'd live through everything he went through a thousand and one more times. They both stay silent and cuddled together, the only thing that can be heard is their breaths and Bullets purring until Zayn enters the room.

"Sorry to interrupt your romantic moment, but, Harry, if I don't fix your wounds you're gonna stay like this for life and I don't think Y/N would like that."

She breaks away from him quickly. "I forgot, I'm sorry!"

The gang leader stands with her help and grunts, starting to walk towards his friend who's waiting for him with gloves on and a needle with thread in his hand. Before disappearing through the frame, he turns and looks Y/N in the eye. "You'll be waiting for me so we can do your bedtime routine together, right?"

"Always."

omfg 😫😫😫😫

WET DREAMS

A/N: basically smut without plot, exactly what i've been meaning to write lmao

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry misses you. A lot... and he shares with you the wet dreams he's been having about you.

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“I miss you so much, baby.”

It’s about the 30th time you’ve heard this sentence in different versions from Harry since you answered his call. I miss you, I miss you like crazy, I wish you were here, I miss your smile, your eyes, I miss your touch… Harry has been extremely vocal how miserable he is without you even though he’s been away for about a week. Some days he took the distance well, but today seems to be one of those occasions when his emotions just overflow.

“I miss you too, H. But we’ll see each other soon,” you sigh, your eyes wandering over to your vanity where a pink post-it note on the mirror is reminding you of the date Harry is returning to you. He always does this, leaves his returning date or the date you’ll be visiting him somewhere written in his handwriting on the mirror so every morning when you get ready you think of him.

“A gentle reminder,” he murmured this time when he stuck the note onto the mirror and kissed the top of your head before he continued to pack his suitcases.

“Not soon enough!” he whines like a kid and though it brings a smile to your lips you also share the feeling. It’s the downside of having a rockstar boyfriend who keeps traveling the world. “I fucking hate waking up alone. I always look for you to hold in the morning, but it’s just the empty bed.”

“I know, I hate seeing your side of the bed empty too,” you pout your bottom lip as you lie down on the bed, your free hand sliding over where he usually lies. It’s cold and awfully flat without his body weighing into the mattress.

“I’m going crazy, Y/N. I’ve been missing you like crazy. Extremely crazy.”

“It sounds like it’s different than other times,” you hum in suspicion. A heavy sigh is heard from the other end of the line and you know he is about to make a confession.

“I’ve been… having wet dreams.”

You bite into your bottom lip holding a gasp back, it’s not quite what you were expecting to hear, but it’s a pleasant surprise. A familiar, pulsing feeling takes over your core and you cross your legs involuntarily as he continues.

“I feel like a teenager, but I’ve woken up with a stiffy every fucking morning these past days and I had dreams about you,” he explains in a pained tone as if he was being tortured.

“And what were those wet dreams about?” you coo in the phone, determined to take this phone call to a more intimate direction now that he brought his frustration up. You hear him exhale and your free hand slides down your throat, imagining it to be his touch, moving it to your breasts covered by one of his shirts you’re wearing.

“Fucking you, in every possible way,” he answers and his voice has significantly dropped. You know he is getting hard already, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Tell me about it, H. Wanna hear how you want to fuck me, I want to know what you think about when I’m not there with you.”

Squeezing your breast your hand moves down your body, dipping under the waistband of your cotton shorts until your fingertips glide over your wet pussy that’s aching to be pleased.

“I think about stripping you out of a tight dress, your tits bounce in front of my face and I imagine taking your perfect, hardened nipples into my mouth.”

“Fuck, I would love that,” you moan, your nipples actually erecting at his words. Moving the phone from your ear you put it on speaker and drop it onto the pillow next to your head so you can use both your hands. A shaky breath is heard through the line when you bunch your shirt up and take one of your breasts into your hand, the other one remaining between your legs, gently teasing yourself.

“I think about your hands palming my cock, though my pants and then you pull it out and wrap your hands around it.”

“I love the weight of your hard cock in my hands,” you sigh and start circling your fingertips on your clit, going slow and steady for now. Harry grunts at your words and though you wish you heard it right in your ear, it still sends a shiver down your heated body.

“Are you touching yourself?” he questions eagerly.

“Yes. Are you?”

“I’m about to fucking burst, baby,” he confesses and a pleased smile spreads across your face, knowing that just the thought of you gets him so riled up. “Fuck, if I was there my head would be already between your perfect thighs, I wish I could taste you right now.”

You moan at the thought of his mouth between your legs, his tongue working magic on your desperate cunt. Your fingers work fine, but nothing compares to Harry.

“I fucking love it when your juices drip down my chin, baby. My favorite treat,” he growls and judging from the noises he is trying to replace you with his hand, moving his hand fast on his cock. You imagine him in a luxurious hotel room, between those sterile looking white sheets, one hand gripping the phone while the other is working on his erection, the pink tip already leaking from the excitement. Saliva pools in your mouth, you’d treat his cock as your favorite lollypop if he was here.

His name falls from your lips as a pained plea right when you push two fingers into yourself, curling them inside, moving them the way you like it the best, though you keep thinking about how different it is from feeling his fingers or cock inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N, I wish I could fuck you right now, I want to feel you pulse around me, I want to see you bounce on my cock,” he whines, planting the images and feelings into your head as well.

“I would ride you so good, Harry. I’d clench my pussy and milk you until you fill me up with your cum.”

“Fuck,” he curses and you can tell he is close, just like you are. “I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk in the morning.”

“Please!” you beg, pleasing yourself in a desperate rush, urging yourself to reach your relief before you burst.

“Oh God,” he breathes out. “Come for me, Y/N, I wanna hear your beautiful moans as you come!”

“I’m so close!” you gasp, your back arching from the mattress, toes curling as you’re nearing the edge.

“Be my good girl and come for me, baby!”

“Harry!” you whine, tears dwelling in the corners of your eyes as it just keeps building and building.

“Come, now!” he growls in an animalistic manner that pushes you over the edge and you finally fall.

Gasping for air, your orgasm washes over your body in waves as you keep the pressure on your core, riding it out to the fullest and when you hear Harry’s curse words and moans on the other end of the call you almost come again. You almost wish you recorded the way he just sounded, bathing in pure bliss, so you could listen to it whenever you wanted.

It’s silent for a long time, only your breathing travels through the call, but nothing needs to be said after the climaxes you both went through. Normally you’d be cuddling right now, your bodies would melt together, soft kisses and gentle touches ending the passionate intercourse. This time, you can only stare at the ceiling.

“If I was an absolute pig I would send you a picture of all the cum on my thighs and stomach right now,” Harry lets out a tired chuckle and you can’t hold your laughter back.

“It’s a pity it didn’t end up inside me.”

“Don’t fucking make me hard again, Y/N!” he warns you, but you just chuckle cheekily again. “I really fucking miss you.”

“Soon, baby,” you coo. “We’ll act out all your wet dreams when you return.”

“Jesus, we need to end this call, my dick can’t take another round,” he exhales. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too. Call me if you have another dream,” you murmur, taking the phone from the pillow next to you.

“Oh, I will. Sleep tight, my love.”

“Bye Harry.”

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when is harry going to do the world a favor and cover sex on fire

i love your stories sm, they bring me sm joy <33 if it’s not a bother, could i request a vinnie fluff where y/n and vinnie go to an amusement park for a date? where after going on a huge rollercoaster y/n is so hyper and won’t stop talking about how much fun she had, and vinnie is just admiring how cute she is when getting excited for the smallest things. and in his head he’s thinking how lucky he is and just smothers her with kisses :’) ahh sorry if it’s a lot! just lots of lots of fluff !!

𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗜𝗜

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie and y/n share their first date at an amusement park.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing and fans/crowds, angst if you squint i mention alcohol once, rollercoasters!! SO MUCH FLUFF

𝗔/𝗡: i included this gif bc it came to mind when i read this request. let’s pretend that he was on his way home from the date looking like that <3 also, tomorrow is @thatmultifandomlovingmf ‘s birthday!! happy birthday bestie :)

disclaimer: i have never been to six flags…. i’m heartbroken, i know. ignore any mistakes or inaccuracies because i really have no idea what six flags is like shoutout to my sister for going without me THEREFORE I SPENT HOURS STUDYING THE SIX FLAGS MAP AND MAKING SURE THAT IT WAS AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE!!! and yes, i felt like i needed to say that incase any hardcore six flags fans want to come for me <3

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vinnie and you had known each other for almost a year. that means, almost a year of learning about him and his interests, almost a year of memorizing his stupid sayings by heart and almost a year of having to hide your humongous crush on him. the only thing is, you didn’t know that he had felt the exact same.

whenever you felt those pulsing nerves move throughout your body when you and him were in a room alone, he was feeling it too.

it just took 8 months for you to say something.

you had drunkenly let it slip that you were in love with him. you couldn’t help it! the tipsy had gotten to you and spewed all of the words out. thankfully, vinnie had admitted that he felt the same, and after an awkward silence, he had asked you out on a date.

vinnie was super starstruck over you. while he was still somewhat new to the internet and tiktok, you had been famous from it for years. he never thought that you would actually give him the time day, forget go out with him.

he wanted the night to be perfect.

so, he asked around and planned a date that you were sure to love. knowing your love for rollercoasters, and how you hadn’t been to six flags in years, he was sure that a six flags date would win you over.

after prying him over text message with questions about where the date would be, vinnie held his ground, insisting that it was a surprise. the only thing that he told you was to dress casually and that he would stop by at 4:00pm to pick you up.

you wore your hair straight and down, being sure to lay all of the pieces in place. you wanted to look perfect for him. even though he said not to dress up, you still wanted to wow him.

you kept you makeup simple and threw on a pair of oversized jeans with small rips in them and a plain cropped t-shirt that you knew he liked. you weren’t necessarily sure what to wear for shoes, but you didn’t want to ask vinnie, scared that he would think that you’re were overthinking it.

it was important to you that you kept your everlasting love for him on the lowkey.

i’m chill!

i don’t need to stress over clothes.

vinnie likes me for me.

grabbing your go-to white sneakers, you grabbed your purse and head downstairs, waiting for vinnie to arrive. your roommate was filming a video with alex and kouvr, the three of them laughing about something while you walked down the stairs.

“ready for your date!?” kouvr asked.

“ooooo, vinnie is gonna love you!” alex singsonged, flashing the camera at you.

“hey, could you not post about this? i don’t really want to be speaking about it just yet..” it wasn’t that you were hiding your new relationship, you just didn’t necessarily want to speak on it yet. you were sure that people would see you on the date tonight and start rumors but honestly you didn’t mind. you felt lucky to go on a date with him.

“yeah, you’re good!” he deleted the footage and walked over to you, looking out the window beside you. “you look amazing!” your roommate shouted.

“it’s really simple and i wear this outfit all the time but.. vinnie said to keep it casual.” you saw kouvr nod at your words, panic bubbling up in your chest. “oh god, should i change?”

“no! no, you look great! he’s gonna love it.”

“yeah, you can go ask him. he’s here.” he pointed behind his back and you quickly looked over alex’s shoulder to see the bright yellow car outside.

“o-okay! i’m off, by guys! wish me luck.”

“goodbye mrs. hacker!” the three joked as you closed the front door.

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you expected vinnie to be sitting in the drivers seat, but once you walked down the drive way, you saw him walking towards you with a bouquet of persian buttercups.

“hi!”

“hey!” your voice was shaky and you could feel the heat in your face.

“these are for you.” you couldn’t stop looking at his face. everything in your peripheral was blurry to the point wear he could be wearing a dress and you wouldn’t have noticed. you had never seen vinnie outside during the evening before. the only times you had seen him outside was always in the bright early morning, yet right now was much more relaxed.

you grabbed the peonies and smiled wide. “flowers!?”

“yeah.” he was nervous and his breathing was heavier and louder than usual, but you didn’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass him.

“i love them, thank you!”

“i wasn’t sure what kind of flowers you like or if you even like them at all..” you lowered your head to smell them. all of them were fully bloomed and varies shades of pink with a few white ones.

“i love them, vin.”

you two looked at each other awkwardly before he lead you over to the car, following you to your side. “hey! hey, i’ve got it.” he opened the car door and led you to your seat, holding the flowers in one hand and the door in the other.

“wow, what a gentleman! i had no idea vinnie was like this.”

“well, you’ve never seen date vinnie before.” he smirked, closing the door and getting in his seat.

this was the first time that the two of you would be alone after knowing each others feelings and the overall vibe of the car ride was….strange. it wasn’t bad, just somewhat foreign.

“you look beautiful.”

you were worried that vinnie would have dressed up but you saw that he was just in a long sleeve and sweats. “i’m just wearing a t-shirt and jeans.”

“and? it’s flawless.” he debated resting his hand on your thigh, but grew cautious and settled his hand on your knee instead.

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a loud high-pitched squeal came from you as the six flags sign came in view. you had always been a huge rollercoaster nerd and felt much more relaxed now knowing what the date would be.

“SIX FLAGS?!”

“yep!” vinnie held an arm over your seat as he turned to see the cars behind you, backing up the vehicle. the way his chain hung from his neck as he leaned back, gave you butterflies.

“are you excited?” he asked, driving into the entrance while keeping his focus on you.

“ARE YOU KIDDING?! YES!”

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“vinnie, i can’t believe you brought me to six flags.” the two of you exited the car and walked towards the entrance.

“anything for you.” he gushed.

“no, vin. seriously, i didn’t know that you could be so….romantic?”

“well, you have never met date vinnie before.”

“why do you keep saying that? what are you, michael scott?” you joked.

“shut up.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and walked beside you.

“i’m so excited, i could cry.”

“i’m so excited to spend the day with you.” he turned around so he was walking backwards while facing you. you felt his forehead touch yours as he leaned in and spoke. “i finally have miss y/l/n all to myself.”

you felt yourself get flustered and your smile wouldn’t leave your face so you did the only thing that you knew how to do.

“oh, stop it.” you shoved him lightly, making him laugh slightly and continue walking.

fuck, why did i do that?

you weren’t used to being his girlfriend and so whenever he did anything that seemed intimate, your instinct was to just brush him away as if he was joking. you could tell that vinnie was somewhat frustrated at your reaction. you didn’t think that it would be this weird of a transition.

once you both go into the lines to pay, he brushed his hand against yours, scared of upsetting you. “is-is it okay if we hold hands?”

you looked up at his eyes, watching the way his pupils darted back and forth as he looked at you, worried that you might judge him for the question. “i’d love it if we held hands.”

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once you reached the inside of six flags, you immediately ran to the nearby food stand and bought some candy. vinnie offered to pay for it but you insisted that it was cheap and you could do it.

as you chewed your skittles, you and vinnie tried your best to ignore the cameras that were flashing towards you. you both knew it would happen and it wasn’t that big of a deal, it just was annoying to know that your picture was being taken constantly.

vinnie had called the park to let them know that the two of you would be there and the park had assigned you guys a tour guide who would basically escort you all throughout the park and act somewhat as a body guard. her name was bella and she hair straight dark brown hair that ended at her shoulders and was much taller than you. she insisted that she would keep her distance so that the two of you could have privacy, with it being a date and whatnot.

“okay so here’s the map,” vinnie held it in his hands, looking over it and turning it around to see it from over directions as if he had no idea what he was looking at. bella had offered to show you guys the way but vinnie wanted to use the map and find it himself. “do you have any idea what you want to do first?”

“how about full throttle?” you could hear the screams from the ride goers and it only made you more anxious to get on one.

“alright, so that should be…. down there!” he seemed confident as he pointed to your left. bella facepalmed as she watched you two.

“false.”

“what?”

“the full throttle coaster,” you stepped back a few steps and peered over a small tree, signaling vinnie to follow you, “is right here.”

the large sign spelling out the coaster, had proven him wrong and you sent him a cute smile. “good call.”

“how about you forget about the map and just let bella chauffeur us?”

“fine.” he rolled his eyes. bella had skipped ahead of you two so she could lead the way. you flinched momentarily when vinnie grabbed your wrist.

i need to get used to this.

“alright! so this here is a huge part of rollercoaster history. it’s actually the number one tallest and fastest looping rollercoaster in the world so you can’t really beat that!” bella gave you two a rundown while escorting you past the line of people. thankfully, no one there seemed to recognize you two.

“you’ll be looping 160 feet into the air, not once but twice!” vinnie looked down at you hand after feeling you squeeze it in excitement. he smiled, grateful to be there with you.

“it actually has three separate launches, one shooting you backwards through the mega loop and through this here tunnel, before hitting what we like to call the ‘top hat’ which is when the cart actually rides outside of the track and above the loop. are you guys ready?”

“YES!” vinnie laughed as you frantically ran into the empty seat, sitting up front while vinnie sat to your right.

your legs were bouncing against the white cart, trying your best to remain calm as you heard the countless screaming of other ride-goers.

“you okay?” he rested a hand on your thigh, feeling the fabric of your jeans beneath his palm. it was a brief encounter that made you feel warm inside.

“hmm? yeah, yeah i’m good.” when he picked his hand back up, you stopped him and placed it back on your upper thigh, looking over at him. he leaned in and kissed the top of your head before the cart began to move.

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“one chocolate and one vanilla please.”

“ooo! and dippin dots!”

“and dippin dots.”

the two of you sat down and waited for your ice cream. you were still buzzed with adrenaline from the rollercoaster and could barely form sentences.

“so you get off a rollercoaster and run straight for the ice cream, huh?”

“yup!” you grabbed you ice cream from the employee and brought it up to your mouth. you ate in silence for a lot longer than you intended to. it had felt as if there was an eerie tension that had suddenly taken hold of you two and you had no idea why. vinnie was completely out of it, in his thoughts.

“what’s up?”

“mmh? nothing.” as you guys finished eating, bella began to lead the way towards the next coaster. vinnie’s eyes were set on your interlaced hands.

“what are you thinking about? and don’t say nothing.”

“just our firsts..”

“our firsts?”

“yeah, i mean… tonight was the first time we had ever held hands… and this is our first date.”

“so what comes next?” you questioned.

“well, our first kiss which i have been planning precisely in my head.” your shoulders were leaning into each other, carefully not to get too comfy so you wouldn’t fall over.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah. i want it to be perfect and when we have that perfect moment i will take the shot and i won’t miss.” he stated as if it was a fact. you couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face.

grabbing his chin, you leaned into him and kissed him gently. so gentle that he wasn’t even sure if it had really happened. it was a weak and short kiss, one that you would exchange with a middle school crush.

“what the hell was that?!”

“you said you wanted to kiss me.”

“yeah, i said i woul-“

“well what if i wanted to take the shot?” the two of you were no longer walking, your feet rooted into the ground as bella watched from afar, waiting for you to be ready.

“damn it, now that was our first kiss, you just threw it away! i wanted it to be special—“

“well you made it special.” his mouth dropped and his eyes softened at your compliment. “and besides, now you won’t spend the night worrying about it.”

“well…can we at least have like a real kiss? one that doesn’t last two seconds?”

“sure.” vinnie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in, your lips molding together sweetly.

“i didn’t miss the shot, did i?”

“nope, y/n. definitely didn’t miss.”

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“which did you like better, full throttle or the goliath?” vinnie asked, rubbing your lower back. the two of you were finishing up your food, bella sitting ten feet away.

after that first ride, all of your nerves seemed to have vanished. you had been having the time of your life and vinnie had never seen you so excited. as you answered his question, he couldn’t stop the grin from taking over his face.

“what?” you asked, kissing your teeth.

“nothing, you’re just so cute.” instead of taking it seriously, you laughed, causing vinnie’s exterior to drop. he assumed that after the kiss that you two would be more lovey dovey.

“shit, i’m sorry.”

“why do you keep doing that? i mean, we didn’t have to go out if you didn’t want to—“

“NO! i wanted to! i did, i-i still do, it’s just..” you sighed before continuing. “this is just new to me, i mean…us. us is new to me and i’m so used to being friendly and hiding my feelings for you! i’m just…i’m scared i’ll mess it up. i’m really excited to start this relationship with you vinnie.” he could see the way that your eyes watered over. how guilty you felt yet how utterly happy you were to be there with him.

“me too.”

“really?”

“of course. y/n you are the most beautiful human being, inside and out, that i have ever met. i wasn’t kidding when i said that i have dreamed of this moment.” he pushed a stray hair behind your ear and leaned in ever so slightly.

“see?” he whispered. “this would have been the perfect time for us to have our first kiss, if you didn’t ruin it.”

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“LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS!” vinnie shouted at the young fans who were swarmed around you two. bella escorted you out from the drop of doom area and to the boardwalk.

“that drop was insane.”

“i know, right? i felt like a fucking bird.”

“i felt like jesus.” vinnie laughed at your eyes words as you happily skipped ahead of him, stopping once you saw the line up of prizes.

“oh my god, vincent. win me something.”

“huh? okay.”

“REALLY?!”

“of course! anything for you, sweetheart.” your heart swelled at his words and you were met with the bright colors of the prizes that hung above you.

“which one do you want?”

“i want one of the unicorns!” vinnie nodded and began the ball toss, listening to your critiques and call outs of random names that you had picked for the stuffed animal.

“i’ll name her princess!” you repeatedly hit his arm in excitement as he made another hole. “no, no! fairy!”

“angel, you do realize that that’s a unicorn right?”

“oh, yeah! i know!”

vinnie won and you jumped on his back and smothered him in kisses. the sight made him fall in love again.

“THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!”

“can i get one of the unicorns please?” vinnie asked, smiling at your small arms wrapped around his waist.

“which one?”

“what color?“ vinnie looked down at you as you peered up at the options. there was a pick unicorn, a lilac and a purple.

“pink!”

“the pink one.” your eyes lit up when vinnie handed you the large stuffed animal.

“what’s her name?”

“i shall name her fairy princess unicorn the second!”

“the second?”

“don’t question it!”

“okay! geez! can i hold her?”

“fine, but don’t drop her.”

continuing down the boardwalk, vinnie stopped to grab some water, fairy princess unicorn II still in his arms.

while you waited for him, a young woman had caught your eye, looking only a few years older than you. at first you thought she was a fan but then she spoke.

“hey! i like your jeans.”

my jeans?

“oh, thanks!”

“no problem. i could never pull of baggy jeans. it just makes me look like a marshmallow.” the two of you laughed as you waited for vinnie to come back.

“did you win that at a game?” the blonde asked.

“yeah!”

“which one?”

“ball toss..” you nodded.

“nice. my uh..my boyfriend has been trying to win me something all night, but at this point, i’m not even sure if he remembers what he was playing the game for…. some first date, huh?” she looked down at the ground.

you scoffed, “he ditched you to try and beat a game on your first date?”

“mmhm.”

“what game is he playing?” she pointed over to the man who was causing a scene. you had assumed that he was drunk as he shouted about how the game was rigged.

boxer cube.

you caught vinnie in the corner of your eye, walking towards you two. “hold on.”

“hey, babe?”

it was your first time calling him that…

“yeah, what’s up?”

“this guy over here is claiming that the boxer cube is rigged and his girlfriend is sad because he won’t leave the damn thing.”

vinnie just nodded,understanding what you were asking him.

he cut off the hollering man and asked if he could have a go.

“sure, but the damn thing is broken!”

“we’ll see about that…” vinnie whispered under his breathe before punching the bag and watching the numbers light up 926.

“works just fine! what one did you want?”

“the frog.” the blonde piped up, her boyfriends jaw dropped to the ground.

“here you go.” he handed her a frog before walking away, stopping as he remembered something. “and….” he threw a punch at the machine again, hitting it so hard that the lights all powered off. “one for me.” he smirked, grabbing a frog plushie.

“that was so fucking hot.”

vinnie laughed and leaned down to kiss you, running his fingers through your hair. “now fairy princess unicorn II has a brother!”

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@radioblah-blah @janesofia7 @aleksanderblack

crying so hard rn

SMALL SF BLURB ABT THIS 😭😭 too fluffy to pass up the opportunity 😭😭

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LATE NIGHT TALKING

there you go ♡ just fluff in this one. harry's masterlist | since forever universe.

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"You're so pretty..."

"Mhm."

"So, so pretty..."

Y/N continues to stare at him as Harry lowers his eyes to her lips embarrassed, he laughs, blushing under his girl's gaze. They're absolutely pressed against each other, with no space between them, he's only in his boxers, allowing the heat emanating from his body to crash against the thin blouse she's wearing, and it feels just right.

She has a hand on his cheek, caressing the soft skin as he clings to her arm for life. He looks back at her and this time is met with a little smile coming from his... wife.

"Wha'?" He asks, smirking and she shakes her head that is against the pillow.

"Can't believe how lucky I am to have you, that's all." She says, her voice muffled because it's late and they don't want to yell.

The last time he checked, it was twelve o'clock at night, and they've been like this for hours, changing positions but their talk nonstop, they sound tired, but sleep isn't there, they just want to have a late night talk until someone falls first.

Harry leaves a kiss on the hand that is on his cheek. "I can't believe it either, none of this. We used to sneak out together, and now we're married and trying to have a little bub running around the house."

Before Y/N starts to cry (because she knows she will) she kisses him, it's a short kiss but it seals what she wants to say. They both return to their previous position, being so close that their eyelashes could touch.

"Isn't it weird that after all these years together... we haven't had a pet yet?" She starts the questions again, and her husband sighs.

"You know I've always wanted to, but because of all the tours...–"

"Taylor also does tours and takes her cats everywhere." She answers quickly, giving him an incriminating look. "Remember that 'Miss Americana' part?"

Styles rolls his eyes, he knows where this is going and it's not the first time they've had this conversation.

"You want a cat, that's it?"

Seems like it was the answer Y/N was hoping for, because she furtively nods, pinching his cheek. "Just think about it! we could raise the baby AND a cat!"

The thought warms Harry's heart and he can't help but imagine being on a cold winter's night curled up in bed with his wife, their baby, and a small, purring kitten. He's a little afraid though, cause they can have a cat, but they don't know yet if they'll have a baby.

"But obviously we can't let the baby hurt them, they have to learn that–"

"Why do y'always convince me so quickly, mhm?" He pretends to be upset, but moves down to snuggle into Y/N's chest. "Touch m'hair, pretty please?"

She does it happily, combing the curls between her fingers. She's excited, can't wait for the future but the present is perfect, and she doesn't want it to end yet.

"Did you get the ingredients for tomorrow?" She asks, looking up at the ceiling lit by a lamp on the nightstand. "Everyone's coming to dinner, don't forget."

He did forget. "I'll... buy them before they get here, yeah."

She sighs, but nods. "Okay, want to sleep now?"

"No, I wanna keep talking." He murmurs against her chest. "I love this, I love yeh."

She smiles as she feels Harry's words cause sensations throughout her body. How could someone be so cute but sometimes so... so everything?"

"I love you too, curly." Y/N says through a sigh, the smile noticeable in her tone and it makes him smug. "So, what do you wanna talk about now?"

He chooses his words wisely and knows that she'll do it without hesitation. "Can you explain the folklore love triangle to me? I don't remember it very well."

It's a lie, a complete lie. He knows everything after hearing it a thousand times, but oh how he loves her voice.

"Okay, so first we have 'Betty' which is James'..."

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."

UMA VOS QUERES Q YO ME MUERA?!!??!?!?

THE PERFECT WIFE

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | 2348 WORDS

Summary: Y/N is the perfect wife; she cooks, she cleans, and she lets her husband fuck her in his favourite dress.

! | smut, oral fem sex, fingering, dirty talk, vaginal unprotected sex, yn just wants to be perfect for jack, macho ideals because the time (50's) and the movie are based on that.

W/N: can't believe that just the trailer is out and i've already written a one shot about this motherfucker... i tried to make it quite adapted to the time and the macho ideals so understand that everything is fiction!!!! this is a damn fanfiction!!!! i also know shit about the victory proyect so sorry if it doesn't make sense i just wanna write about harry and the reader on that goddamn table :) don't forget to feedback!

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Y/N feels she doesn't have much to do these days.

With Jack busy with the 'Victory Project', she spends half the day at home alone, and has already cleaned the house four times despite it being sparkling clean. She wishes she had friends, or even a pet, but lately the world seems to be on pause.

She can't complain anyway, because she has a husband who gives her everything she wants, and the least she can do for him is to wait for him with a hot meal after work.

That's why she's now walking around the kitchen in her dark red dress; she walks to the pot to check the pasta and the sauce in the other one, bends down to check the meat, and walks to the dining room to set the table.

The house is absolutely silent, only the crickets and cars passing in the street can be heard, she has no music to listen to, she doesn't know what she likes and has never allowed herself to discover her tastes, only enjoying the music Jack plays when he likes to dance with her and whisper promises of love.

She sighs at the thought of her husband, he was about to arrive at any moment and she couldn't wait to embrace him and feel his manly fragrance cover her completely, she craved to caress his perfect bare face with her lips, and it thrilled her to think that he was thinking of her, too.

Y/N walks in high heels to the kitchen, turning off the cooker and gathering all the ingredients to make the stew her husband had been asking for a few days ago, she smiles proudly at the aroma, and as if everything was perfectly timed, Jack walks through the front door.

She bites her lip excited as she hears his footsteps towards the kitchen, and as she stirs in the bowl, she feels arms wrapping around her hips and a nose burying in her neck.

"Mhm, smells good." He murmurs against her skin, leaving a kiss on her pulse. "Missed you, darling."

Her heart leaps with joy and she turns to kiss him, tasting his lips as she caresses his soft cheeks, and breaks away to say:

"Welcome home."

Jack smiles looking at her lips before kissing her again, all the work he's doing is going to pay off in the future, but he missed spending the days with his love.

He goes to sit at the table while she serves the food. It's domestic, perfect, and he can't stop looking at her in that dress that fit her perfectly.

They both eat in comfortable silence, until she decides to start a conversation after swallowing, because ladies don't talk with their mouths full. "So, everything okay at work?"

"Yes."

She's content with his answer, she knows that what happens when Jack leaves the house is none of her business, so she nods and takes a swig of red wine. He was ravenous, and with his mouth slick with sauce and stuffed with meat, he murmurs, "It's very good, m'love."

"Thank you, it's what you deserve." She responds, taking a napkin to clean him.

She finishes eating first and allows herself to watch, his hair falls to his forehead and he's wearing a brown suit that makes him look simply handsome. She didn't know how she'd gotten someone like him, but everyday she made sure to keep him by her side. Because she loved him, she loved him to death and she would do anything to make him happy and comfortable.

Anything.

Jack leans back against the back of the wooden chair contentedly and she takes it as a sign to start lifting the dishes. He looks at her, not helping her because they each know their roles, and undoes his tie while his other hand tousles his hair.

He smiles, watching her over the bar that separates the kitchen from the dining room as she expertly washes the dishes. As she's drying her hands, she turns to look at him.

"What?" She laughs, seeing him watching her so intently.

"Come here."

She walks towards him obediently, heels clicking against the wooden floor and he takes her hand to leave a kiss on the back of it, the gesture enough to leave her weak on the knees.

"You're so beautiful."

Warmth spreads all over her body until it stops at her cheeks, and Y/N strokes his face until she reaches his hair, burying her fingers in the dark locks.

"You're so good, you cook fo' me, clean all my dirty clothes..." He says, looking into her eyes as he takes her by the waist, slowly pulling her closer to him. "Could you do me another favour, my dear?"

And without a second's hesitation, she nods, not taking her gaze from his dark, green eyes.

"Let me fuck you in this dress."

The words take her breath away, and she seems to forget to speak. She has always been weak to his dirty words. Jack looks at her, waiting for her consent.

"Use your words, Y/N." He says, sliding his right hand under the dress, cupping her ass and squeezing it, drawing a sigh from her.

"Yes." She says, and her husband stands up, taking her by the waist to sit her on the dark wooden table.

She can feel all her senses sharpen and her core begin to throb even though Jack hasn't touched her. He kneels and begins to pull up the fabric of the dress, which wraps around her hips.

He starts leaving kisses, moving up to her thighs and down to the heat between her legs. He inhales, growling quietly at the scent and leaves a kiss on her covered clit, making her shudder.

"Smells so good, tastes even better." He murmurs, and squeezes her thigh signaling her to raise her hips to remove her panties.

Y/N does as he asks, connecting her eyes with his feeling embarrassed at how wet she is even though they're just getting started. But she can't help it, not when her husband is so fucking– so perfect.

He drops her panties and puts his hands on her knees, spreading her legs and licking his lips at the sight. Arousal sticks to her lips and he can even see her clit quiver under his gaze, he feels his member throbbing in his dress trousers.

The sight makes her dizzy, he's still perfectly dressed in that suit, the only thing different is his tousled hair and undone tie. He's beautiful, hot, and Y/N wants to rip the suit from his body even though she's the one who has to pick it up from the floor later.

Jack breathes on her center, the warm wind crashing against her making her moan, and finally he pulls his tongue out from between his lips to give a long, cavity-wide lick.

The grutural moan coming from his wife's throat keeps him going, grunting at the sweet taste in his mouth, it's exquisite, better than the stew he'd just eaten, this was the best dessert.

She's lying on the table, the same table where minutes ago they were eating dinner and chatting like it was nothing. It felt taboo, making her more turned on. With one hand, she squeezes the wood, while with the other she tugs at Jack's brown hair, who groans contentedly at the pain.

"Jack." She gasps as he hums against her clit, sending vibrations all the way to her fingertips. "God."

His face moves from side to side, drenching himself with her juices and feeling his cock drip into the fabric of his briefs. He needs to get inside her, right now.

He leaves bites on the inside of her thighs and thrusts his tongue inside her, simulating lunges while his thumb stimulates her clit. It's too much, and she moans needy, arching her back.

Jack watches her from his position, that dress, that fucking dress drove him crazy. He loved her, he loved Y/N with all his heart and everything he's doing it's for her, because his wife is the best he could ever ask for.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asks, sticking his tongue out from inside her to slip a finger in, grunting as he feels her instantly tighten it. "Shit."

She sits up to get a better look at him and nods desperately, completely fucked, her hair tousled and her eyes lost. "Yeah... so, so good."

He smiles sideways and sticks a second finger in while staring at her, making her want to remember that image forever, but as she feels her orgasm approaching, she closes her eyes again succumbing in pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum." She warns, moving her hips against his hand.

"Want me to fuck you now?" he asks, and his wife nods in desperation for release.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them quickly to his mouth to wipe them under Y/N's eyes. He stands and unbuckles his belt, pulling his trousers down along with his underwear to finally release his dripping erection.

The air coming in through the dining room window hits his needy area and he groans, tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling. The view is unique, and she runs her heel around the back of his leg to draw him into her body.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm gonna give it to you." Jack says, leaving a kiss on her lips and biting her inner lip until he breaks away from her. "Gonna give it to you so fucking good."

Y/N moans at the taste of her in her mouth and feels her hole tighten around nothing, searching for him, so she runs a hand down his neck, pressing their foreheads together.

"Please." She whispers, her voice breaking. "I can't take it anymore, please..."

The one in the suit smiles cynically and slides his hand up and down his cock two, three times, until he finally decides to end the torture and slowly pulls himself into her, gasping with eyes closed at the warmth welcoming him as always.

Y/N opens her mouth in a silent moan, Jack's cock squeezing her exquisitely as always, as if they were made for each other, as if they were designed to be this way.

He rests his palm on her hips, squeezing the fabric of her dress and leaves a kiss on her cheek that's soft compared to the deep thrusts he begins to deliver. They both cling to each other, and the chestnut leaves bites and marks on his wife's neck so they know who she belongs to.

She bites his shoulder as she feels him hit her weak spot, the table trembles under her body and she's thankful it's good quality. How their bodies come together is simply unique, and she can feel the orgasm she was close to moments ago forming again in her lower belly.

He pulls his head from her neck to kiss her, it's messy from the movement of their bodies, teeth clashing as do tongues, but they manage to convey everything they want to say.

Jack breaks the kiss to bring their foreheads together, squeezes her thighs and keeps ramming his pelvis against hers, she's so wet she's covering him perfectly, and he starts to feel like he's going to cum soon too.

"You're such a good, pretty little wife." He says, as their hips collide. "Dolling up just for your husband, letting him fuck you in the dining table– as you should."

The words leaving his mouth only bring her closer to the edge, and Y/N moans tightening around him, making him laugh darkly.

"Yeah, you like it when I say these things, don't you?" He grabs the back of her neck, forcing her to cross gazes. "You like it when I tell you how good you are to me?"

She nods desperately, but still speaks, because there's nothing Jack hates more than when he doesn't get an answer. "Yes, baby."

His smile lingers until he finally feels like he's really about to cum. "I'm gonna cum." He warns, not stopping even though his body is starting to get sore.

She doesn't really know how long she's been holding back her orgasm, but she wants to cum with him. She squeezes the lapels of his suit between her fingers, bringing her face close to lay kisses on Jack's cheeks that make him sigh. Only she could be this delicate in a moment as lustful as this. His sweet wife.

"Cum inside me, baby, please." She whispers in his ear, knowing what that provoked in him, and sure enough, he cums with a long moan.

His cum fills her completely and his caresses on her clit are the push she needed to let herself go as well. They both think it's the best thing they've done in days, and cling to each other in silence.

Y/N hugs him around the waist as he hides in her neck, and now, just now, her husband looks weak and helpless, making her feel special for being the only one who can see him like this. She strokes the short hairs at the nape of his neck, and he leaves kisses on her skin.

"I love you." He murmurs in her ear. "Thank you for being everything I've ever wanted."

She smiles, biting her lower lip and trying to calm the fluttering inside her. Why should she worry about Victory Project and all the things her husband did away from home if when he came back he was an angel? it just didn't make sense.

"I love you more." Y/N replies, wrapping her legs around his hips to keep him from letting go. "I'll always be whatever you want me to be."

"You're already everything and more."

He looks into her eyes, smiling sideways and stroking her cheek with his thumb. Perhaps the world and the project would have to wait, because he wanted to spend more time with his love.

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.

gracias x tanto uma

MILLION DOLLAR MAN

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | OLDER!HARRY UNIVERSE (not yet!) | 2258 WORDS

Summary: The last time Harry and Y/N saw each other they were kids. Now, years later, he doesn't see the girl he used to see before. And she definitely sees more than just the curly-haired boy she played with.

W/N: WELCOME TO THE OLDER!HARRY UNIVERSE. this is how he looks!. i'm so excited, okay let's start with the basics: there's just fluff in this one shot, the age gap is eight years, harry's CEO of pleasing, Y/N's a model and about to be a nurse, and the rest is in the one shot. kinda childhood friends to lovers, hope u like it and PLEASE leave feedback! ♡

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Y/N was a miracle.

That was what his mother and sister always repeated everytime Harry returned to his hometown after multiple business trips. Her parents had been trying for years to have a baby, and after so many attempts she was born.

They were almost forty years old the day they found out, and they were always terrified of losing her, but luckily, they never did.

He only remembered that she was very shy, but so was he, so he didn't blame her. From what he'd heard from his sister, she was studying to be a nurse, but she had also earned her place as a model.

He didn't dare google her.

He nods at the phone, looking out the window of his private plane when they've landed, and his secretary walks over to him, waiting for him to hang up.

"Are you listening to me, dear?" asks Anne from the other end of the line. "Harry?"

"M'sorry, it's just that we've just landed." He replies, as he puts a finger to his ear to stop the beeping.

"I want you here at 12, it's been a while since you've seen Y/N's family and I want everything to be perfect." She pronounces. "I love you."

"Yes mum. I love you too."

He hangs up the phone, unbuckles his security belt and stands up, adjusting his tailored blue suit. His glasses are slipping down his nose, so he adjusts them with his index finger and finally runs a hand through his hair, which needs a trim.

All under the watchful eye of Jazmin, his assistant.

"Are you ready, Mr. Styles?" She asks him, pressing the folders against her chest.

"I am." He replies as he walks over to greet the pilot. "Have a good day, Jack."

"Thank you, Mr. Styles."

Harry walks down the stairs of the private jet, swapping his glasses for sunglasses when he spots some paparazzi. Jazmin scurries after him, her heels clicking against the cement.

"I was wondering if maybe you would like to go eat at this place...–"

He shakes hands with the man who holds out the keys to his Audi R8 Coupe (...) and climbs into the car, putting it in gear under her gaze. "Call the people from About Face and tell them I'll send them copies of the contract next week. Goodbye, Miss Hails."

All that can be heard is the screech of expensive tyres against the ground, and the Pleasing CEO disappears again to attend to his duties as son and brother.

He has time to go home, so he drives there. When he arrives, the house is empty, dark and silent like always, which puts him off a bit even if it's the same everytime. Maybe he should adopt a pet so he doesn't feel so lonely.

He takes a shower and changes into more comfortable, less formal clothes. Baggy jeans, vans and a sweater are today's choice. And yes, maybe he looked ridiculous being thirty-one years old and dressing like that, but he liked it and it looked good on him.

Before leaving, he takes care to open the curtains and the windows so the London sun illuminates the mansion, and removes the smell of confinement accumulated by the two weeks of his absence.

He goes down to his garage and decides to choose his Range Rover this time, he thinks it's a good choice as he won't be so easily identified. Two expensive bottles of wine is what he buys on the way to his childhood home, and when he arrives at Holmes Chapel, he sees that there's one more car in the driveway.

"Ah, shit." He grunts, stroking his right arm that was stiff from driving three hours straight, and probably also from age. "Getting old sucks."

He grabs the box with the wines and gets out of the car, he can hear his older sister's booming voice as he opens the door with his keys, and the homely atmosphere shocks him.

His mother's house was his little hideaway, it'd always be his home and where he felt safest. Because there was light, warmth, love, and there were people, and it was everything he needed, everything he wanted.

"Harry!" Anne pulls him out of his thoughts, coming over to hug him tightly and kiss his cheeks. "You're here, I've missed you!"

"Me too, Mum." He replies, smiling and kissing his dear mother's cheek. "I've bought you a little castle for the cats, I'll bring it to you these days."

"Oh, you shouldn't have!" She makes an indifferent gesture with her hand. "Come, you're the last to arrive."

He leaves the wine on the kitchen counter and lets himself be guided by his mother into the dining room, where laughter can be heard.

And there he sees her.

Y/N is sitting on the sofa, laughing at something silly Gemma said. She's wearing black jeans with a cream-coloured sweater that makes her look gorgeous. She's... stunning.

If his calculations aren't wrong, she must be twenty-three, and he feels bad for thinking so of her when they're eight years apart and she's the daughter of his mother's friends, but he can't help it.

And when he hears her speak... he definitely wasn't prepared for that.

"Harry!" She stands up and hugs him, surprising him. "How have you been?"

Her sweet voice enters his ears and her scent enters his nostrils, it's vanilla with a mix of lavender and strangely relaxes him.

"Em–I, good. I've been doing good." He replies, hiding his nerves under a smile.

He lets himself be hugged by her parents, who miss him terribly, says hello to Michal and his nephew, and now everyone is ready to eat.

Gemma kicks him under the table. "Stop with your psychopath look, you'll scare her." She mumbles and that's when he realises that he has been staring at Y/N for.... for quite some time.

He apologises and ducks his head to concentrate on his food, he stays quiet, until Karla focuses on him.

"Harry, what have you been doing? your mom tells us about you all the time but I want to hear it from you, sweetie."

He smiles and puts his fork down on the table to answer. "I'm the CEO of a cosmetics company, do you know the name of Pleasing?"

That makes Y/N look up quickly. "It's yours?!"

He feels stupid for blushing at this age, he can't remember the last time he did. "Yeah, it's mine."

She's shocked and doesn't say anything else, so her father speaks for her. "Y/N's studying to be a nurse." Jackson says proudly.

Despite knowing that thanks to his mum, Harry feigns a surprised expression to make her feel good. "Really? sounds great."

She smiles, nodding furtively. "Yeah, I started paying m'way through school by modelling as a second choice but, it turns out, I love modelling too."

Gemma looks back and forth across the table smiling and it's the same for her husband, she sees a future here, and her brother desperately needs to settle down.

Harry takes a sip from his glass of red wine before speaking. "That's wonderful, Y/N. I'm happy fo'yeh."

They both fall silent satisfied, Y/N swallows hard and feels like an idiot for getting this nervous, "C'mon, he's the same you played dolls with years ago." Except he's not.

He's so... grown up, with slightly grown hair, glasses adorning his face as well as a shade of beard and he looks so fucking good. She didn't know what she expected before she saw him, because since he was a kid and she even more so, he was already gorgeous.

She drinks from her water, and he looks at her confused. "You don't drink wine?" He asks, holding the expensive bottle between his ringed fingers.

Right, and he wears rings. Hot.

"No, I don't drink alcohol, never a big fan." She responds sincerely, and he apologises and offers to fill her water jug, which was already beginning to run empty.

After the magnificent food prepared by Anne Twist, everyone has time to relax before dessert. Harry plays with Aiden, his nephew, who tells him how much he missed him and that softens his heart even more.

"I've missed you too, Aidy, a lot." He replies, kissing the three-year-old's cheek. "I bought you a remote control car, but don't tell your mum, aye?"

The chestnut gasps and looks up at him with her big dark eyes, Styles puts his index finger over his mouth in a sign of silence, and he nods quickly.

Anne appears after clearing the dishes, and walks over to them. "Haz, why don't you go talk to Y/N? she's outside and you two could catch up."

He stands up, grunting at the pain in his back and eyeing his mother suspiciously. "What are you up to?"

The woman smiles innocently. "Nothing."

Welcome to another episode of 'Trying to find a girlfriend for my thirty-one year old single millionaire son.'

He sighs and nods, starting to make his way to the backyard of his old house. He can see the girl sitting in one of the hammocks swinging her legs back and forth as she looks down at her lap.

"What are yeh doing?" He asks her, sitting down in the hammock next to her.

The almost-nurse looks up at him surprised by his sudden presence. "Uhm... nothing, just... thinking."

Fuck, this is so hard, why is he nervous? "Well, can I join you?"

She laughs and says yes before speaking again. "Can't believe it's been so many years and we:re seeing each other again now."

Harry looks at her. The autumn wind ruffles her hair and she tucks it behind her ears to stop it, the sun reflects her clean expressions, and he's curious to see what she looks like in a photoshoot.

Yep, he'll definitely google her when he gets home.

"What do you mean?

"All these years, I'd always come hoping to find you, but you were never home."

The lump in his throat is stronger than any tie knot he's ever tied in his life, and he tries to swallow it but it stays there. She was looking for him... how long ago?

"I'm here now." His voice comes out desperate, seeking forgiveness and she smiles at him.

"I know, and I'm glad." She answers. "CEO of Pleasing, huh? it's always been you and I never realized, I've got all the products– even the hoodies."

His dimples pucker as he bursts out laughing, and Y/N feels a flutter in her belly at being the cause of that.

"Haven't you seen all the articles they've done naming me?" He asks, trying not to sound vain. "I'm glad you got them, I'm quite proud of 'em."

They both stare at each other in silence for a few eternal seconds, until he looks straight ahead again and searches for another subject to keep listening to her voice.

"So... a nurse and a model... that's mind-blowing." He says. "Maybe one day y'can pose for Pleasing, mhm?"

"Really?!" She looks at him excitedly. "H, that would be amazing!"

He feels a tingle at the nickname, can't remember the last time she called him that, and it feels good. It feels good to talk to her, to see her, to hear her, he doesn't know how much he's missed her until today, and he really doesn't want to cut her out of his life, not when he's so lonely and when she's an angel.

So he nods. "Gonna give you m'number and my assistant's so we can talk about it."

She has her mouth half open in astonishment and doesn't close it until he asks for her phone to put the numbers in. He's so kind and tender and she wants to keep seeing him no matter what.

She can't recapitulate the last time she met a man who listened to her attentively and didn't look at her just because she was posing in her underwear. She missed this excitement, but he's the son of a friend of her parents', and the age gap...–

But she was an adult, yeah, she was twenty-three, what did she care what anyone else said? besides, she wants a friend and they were that since the beginning.

Harry hands the mobile back to her as he finishes writing the contacts and at the same time Anne shouts that dessert is ready. The nostalgia was invading them from the last time they saw each other, he was fifteen and she was seven but she still chased him around the house shouting "Harry, play with me!" because she had no siblings and no one to play with besides him.

That time, Anne had also shouted that the dessert was ready and they ran inside to eat it, and after that day, neither of them heard anything more from the other. Family trips, the start of school and other things kept them apart.

But here they are now, walking the same path to eat the same dessert that was Mrs. Twist's specialty. He opens the door for her and walks in after.

He looks at her with his big green orbs, she moves familiarly through the house and now understands that he has no reason to be nervous. They know each other, they're friends, everything is fine.

"Hey, you're okay?" She asks, sitting down next to him to start eating.

He looks at her, and says. "I am now."

Perfect To Me

prompt: harry loses his ring at coachella but luckily the right fan finds it

warnings: depictions of an anxiety attack, a pinch of smut, minors dni 18+

if you liked please reblog, recommended, like, and come talk to me about it! (this is what motivates me to continue writing)!

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Harry was having the time of his life, Coachella two weekends in a row seemed unreal but as he danced across stage with hundreds of thousands of fans - reality was much better than a dream.

Lizzo had done incredible, he couldn’t have found a better person to cover I Will Survive with and the energy of the crowd was palpable.

YN was enjoying the show just as much with her friends in the small vip section off to the side in front of the stage - it was the same people as last week but Alessandro, Harris, Gemma, among others that made it even more exciting.

It had also been hotter than the weekend before, sweat was dripping down his temple and the leather of his ensemble was sticking rather uncomfortably to his damp body.

Kiwi was by far in his top songs that he loved to perform live, it was no different this time as Harry is absolutely headbanging, dancing, losing it to his own song.

YN loved watching him get so lost in the moment that he doesn’t care that anyone is watching him, she could see the telltale signs of him reaching his limit before his energy started to drop off.

Harry wasn’t thinking, he was completely immersed in the experience that he didn’t notice his wedding band sliding on his finger from the sweat and water he’d spilled when he sipped from his water bottle with jittery hands.

When he’s parading down the runway, he whips his water bottle around - spraying the fans with water before slamming it off the ground and the plastic goes flying.

It’s when the bottle leaves his hand, he feels his ring slip right off with it but it’s too late when he looks down at his hand to notice his fucking wedding band is missing.

The ring he never took off.

Even when he went without all of the bulky, heavy rings he liked to wear, he can’t remember the last time he’d taken off - so much so that there’s a tanline highlighting where the band had covered his skin.

Music pounding in his ears, adrenaline rushing through his body - he still manages to sing but is now panicking because he knows the ring went flying off the stage into the crowd.

He feels like he’s about to have a full fledged panic attack - something he hasn’t had for a very long time because he just lost his most treasured possession in a crowd of young adults who he knows would snatch it up in a heartbeat without any thoughts to return it to him.

YN notices that he’s off almost instantly, she watches as his vocals tighten up and he’s not dancing nearly as much as he was before, his eyes darting over the crowd quickly like he’s searching for someone or something.

She wonders briefly if someone threw something at him and hurt him, that’s happened in the past too many times to count.

As the song comes to an end, Harry makes his way back to his main microphone stand for the finale of Sign of the Times and on one of the very first notes, his voice cracks like it rarely ever does unless he’s really not focusing on his vocals.

YN is already weaving through the crowd with her bodyguard to get to the side stage to greet him when he is done because now she’s concerned.

Harry can barely focus on remembering his own lyrics to a song he’s sung countless times, keeps looking his his left hand as if he just expects it to reappear.

The thing is, Harry has lost things in the past and hasn’t gotten them returned.

Instead pictures end up plastered all over Twitter of people celebrating their find and bragging about it to others.

He doesn’t think he could bear to see a picture of his wedding band circulating on Twitter as a fan shows off the most important things he owns like it is meaningless.

It’s not even about the price of the ring, it was the fact that his wife had slid it down his finger during a ceremony where they committed themselves to each other for their entire lives.

It was the fact that it symbolizes so much.

-

“Do you think we’re too young to get married?” YN asks self-consciously, one night after a stop on their Where We Are Tour, crammed into a small bunk on the tour bus.

Harry who had been toying with her engagement ring on her finger looks up with a frown, “Why would you say that?”

YN shrugs dismissively before murmuring, “I overheard Eleanor and Salma talking in the dressing room. They said I’m stupid for saying yes because you’re not going to settle down when you could get anyone you wanted.”

Harry can’t help but laugh, smoothing out the furrow between her brow when she gives in a disgruntled glare.

“Just don’t how you could even bloody listen to their bullshit for more than a minute, really,” He chuckles softly, “I’ve wanted to make you m’wife since we were sixteen. I’ve waiting long enough. I want to experience this life with you. No one else. Pretty soon I’ll have a ring on my finger that shows the world too.”

-

When he misses her, if she wasn’t on tour, he’ll just twirling the band as a way to feel closer to her and not to mention the absolute arousal it made his wife feel when she saw that ring on his finger.

She’s pulled him aside an embarrassing amount of times just to jump his bones because of how sexy it was that he had a wedding band on his finger.

-

“Sweetheart, wha’ brought this on?” Harry giggles between the kisses that YN was laying on his lips as she hurriedly tried to unbutton his shirt.

“Just look so domestic,” She replies, determined to get him naked with rushed movements, lips moving down his chest as he’s bared, “Have that ring on your finger, letting everyone know you’re mine.”

And as soon as her lips wrap around him, his head is clunking against the wall and he’s moaning, “Yeah, baby. Yeah, I’m yours. S’yours.”

-

He was terrified that his wife was going to be furious with him for being irresponsible or that she was going to be heartbroken because he doesn’t want either because he was just as upset as she will be.

Harry was definitely on the verge of an anxiety attack as he shied away from the high notes at the end of the song - his throat felt tight and it was a struggle to get the lyrics out.

The crowd doesn’t seem happy when Harry makes his final bow and goodbye speech barely a minute long before he’s disappearing off the side stage.

There’s even chatter about whether he’s doing an encore because of how quickly he left his set but once the lights come up, they grumble when they realize he wasn’t coming back out.

“Bunny, what is going on with you?” YN asks instantly when he meets her at the exit but he doesn’t respond, just shakes his head and drags her into the tent where, like last week, the crew is bustling around.

“You look like you’re about to pass out, H,” She states when he still hasn’t spoken but she’s confused when he just pulls her into a hug and buries his face in her hair - chest heaving and she’s not sure whether it’s from performing or something else, “You need to talk to me, baby.”

When he pulls back, she’s no longer just confused but alarmed when there’s tears streaming down his cheeks and his sniffling fiercely, “I-baby, I can’t breathe.”

“Yes, yes you can, bunny,” YN soothes softly, leading him to the couch; fully understanding he’s having a panic attack and needs comfort right now, “C’mon, let’s steady your breathing. Everything is okay.”

Harry sits down, tugging YN onto his lap and pushing his face into her shoulder now as he struggles to catch a breath between his tears.

She doesn’t remember the last time he’d had an anxiety attack like this, it’s been at least a year, it didn’t happen often.

The group of their friends are trailing back to them, chattering and oblivious until they get closer - YN motions to them that they need to get lost in the nicest way possible.

They appeared concerned but respect them, backing away and disappearing out into the field to give them space.

“H, I need you to try to catch your breath,” YN encourages as she weaves her hands into his damp locks, scratching at his scalp in an effort to calm down.

“M-my ring f-fell off. It went into th-the crowd, I’ve lost it,” He admits against her skin, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her as close as he possibly can.

“You’ve lost rings in the past. What is making you get this upset?” YN asks obliviously, she didn’t even think of his wedding band - she just assumed it was one of his many gucci rings that had been a gift.

YN clearly remembers Harry losing his rose ring during a concert and being bummed that he couldn’t find it but not this inconsolable.

“My we-wedding band,” Harry whispers, bringing up his hand to show her before saying between tears, “I know it’s gone. No ones gonna return it. They never do. Baby, m’sorry. Please don’t be cross with me, I can believe I was so stupid and -“

YN is upset that Harry lost his wedding band but it’s not directed at him, not his fault that it slipped off and disappeared into a crowd of a hundred thousand people.

Of course the ring means a lot to her, is symbolic of their relationship and marriage but at the end of the day, it wasn’t worth Harry having a breakdown because though the ring was special, it wasn’t as important as Harry being okay.

She takes her thumbs and runs them along his stubbly cheeks, wiping away the wetness as he stares sadly at her - eyes wide and guilty.

“I would never be mad at you over something like this,” YN chuckles at him as he tilts his head to the side to kiss her palm, “I’m sad that it’s lost but accidents happen. I’m more worried about you having a panic attack than a piece of jewelry.”

“It’s my favorite possession,” Harry rasps, relieved that she wasn’t furious or heartbroken like he was catastrophizing would happen.

-

“I can’t believe I’m a married man,” Harry murmurs happily as the wind lightly blows around them in the crisp, salty night air.

“Tied down at twenty,” YN giggles from where she’s lounging against his chest, laid between his legs on the lounger, “You're giving up a lot of opportunities, rockstar.”

“Not giving up anything,” He corrects her, letting her twist the band back and forth on his finger, “Our age doesn’t matter, my love. Belonged to you since we were kids anyways. M’yours, my body, mind, has and always will be yours. Now you just officially own me.”

YN brings his left hand up to her lips, kissing his ring, and then the palm of his hand before snuggling further back into his warmth, “My husband.”

“Yeah, baby. M’your husband,” Harry agrees once again as they watch the waves crash down on each other before fading out at the shore.

-

“I hate seeing you this devastated, it’s breaking my heart,” YN frowns as she continues to wipe at the falling tears, “I just want you to be happy, celebrating all this success.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Harry sighs, leaning into her touch and purposefully avoiding the eye contact of all the curious crew, “I’m fucking everything up.”

“Don’t ever apologize for your feelings, bunny,” YN smiles lovingly, thumb running over his plump bottom lip, “Just take a few minutes and just breathe with me. I need you to get your breathing under control or you’re going to get light headed.”

Harry nods in agreement, let’s YN guide his head until his ear is against her chest where he can hear the calming, steady thumping of her heart and tries to match the pace - squeezing his eyes closed and inhaling through his nose.

She just holds him as he breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, her hands wandering all over him to keep him grounded, and giving harsh glares to anyone who even looks in their direction.

Then his sobs pick up again, not as much as before but YN titters and pulls his head up, searching his watery eyes and his flushed face, “What has gotten into you, baby?”

“Not only di-did I fuck up by losing my ring, now I’ve ruined the entire night. I had something planned to surprise you with and now it’s all fucked,” He whimpers unhappily, his jaw flexing and right now he looked like a sixteen year old boy again who just got declined at the first X factor round and she can’t stand it.

-

“I do-don’t know why I even bothered,” Harry cries as he walks off the main stage, surrounded by YN, Anne, Gemma, Robin, and his cousin, Matt.

“I’m so proud of you though,” YN tries to give him a small smile, she was disappointed for him but knew it had been a long shot.

“You don’t have to lie. I butchered the song, shouldn’t have sung it,” He huffs, using his scarf to wipe at the tears on his cheeks.

“Don’t have to believe me but I am,” YN argues as she drags him into a hug, “Can’t wait to tell everyone at school that my boyfriend sang in front of the X factor judges.”

“Really?” He sniffles, peeking up at her to make sure she isn’t lying before his name is being called to walk back onto the stage.

-

That was nearly twelve years ago but right now, as her now much more muscular, tall, manly husband still had the same expression he did then.

The same wet green eyes with thick, black eyelashes blinking up at her, his cheeks pink from scrubbing at them, his lips parted as he tried to breath steady.

She loved him so fucking much.

Right now, she felt extremely defensive of him and didn’t like all the stares that he was receiving even when he didn’t notice them.

YN slips off his lap, grabs his duffle, and scrounges until she pulls out his neon yellow pleasing hoodie, athletic shorts, new socks, and his nike running shoes.

“Let’s go back to the hotel. We’ll have more privacy there, okay?” YN murmurs as she helps him off the couch and shimmies off his vest before going to undo his belt buckle and button until he can step out of them and change his street clothes.

YN feels overdressed now in her one piece denim outfit with her cowgirl hat still hung around her neck with a string and boots that were blistering the back of her feet. *** (there’s also an HS on her bum)

Harry, despite how clouded he is by his anxiety and dread, always notices and doesn’t hesitate before he’s pulling out her more comfortable clothes as well.

Unlike him, she doesn’t have the confidence to strip her clothes in front of anyone and gives him a peck before running to the bathroom to change into a hoodie and black biker shorts, now comfortable slides on her feet.

When she steps out, Harry is waiting obediently by the door - eyes downcast and avoidant of anyone who comes near him.

She hated seeing him like this, crawling back into his shell and into himself when he felt unsure or upset instead of the bright beacon of light he usually is.

“Come on, my love,” YN hums softly, not giving him an option as she intertwines their hands - his much larger one completely encompassing hers.

YN doesn’t think this breakdown is just because of the ring or ruined night. She just guesses those were icing in the cake.

These major performances, headlining, releasing new music - it was overwhelming because people expected and relied so much on him that sometimes he just hit his breaking point and couldn’t take anymore stress.

Before they can exit the tent, Harry Lambert is calling after them - shouting at them to stop and YN tenses in preparation to give him a piece of her mind which was usually her husband’s job.

“What? We’re heading back to the hotel. Harry’s not trying on any outfits right now,” YN tells him firmly because sometimes he’ll try his luck at Harry testing out some new outfits sent in by designers.

“S’not that. There’s some fan who thinks she found Harry’s wedding band and she wants to return it to you. I looked at it and it’s a exact replica if it’s not yours but I told her -“

“Bring her back here,” Harry interrupts, flashing Lambert his bare ring finger, “It fell off during the set. I thought I lost it for good.”

“ I can just snag it from her-“

“I want to thank her,” He cuts him off again, his bottom lip almost quivering with relief - he’s trying not to give his hopes up but what are the chances.

-

Mariah doesn’t think she’s ever had more fun at a concert, only two people back from the barrier, and she could see every detail on Harry Styles’ outfit and body.

And not to mentioned YN’s, she looked unreal in the body hugging dark denim outfit with her chest on display and an HS on her bum to match Harry - like she was his property.

It was an unreal experience and she was devastated that it was over as the lights came up - atmosphere quickly dying out as the energy dissipates.

Harry had left the stage abruptly and without his normal farewell, she chalked it up to that he might have been feeling ill.

It takes a while for people to file out of the grassy area in an orderly fashion, when it’s finally her turn, she bends down to grab her purse when she notices a glint in the blades of grass.

Mariah curiously runs her hand across the area, bringing up a gold ring that has a large emerald cut diamond in the center.

***(imagine it in gold)

For a moment, she thinks that someone just lost a piece of costume jewelry but when she examines it closer - the diamond look real based on the way it sparkles when hit with her phone light.

It looks oddly familiar but she is not sure if she’s just imagining things, she flips it in her palm, and notices something engraved in the inside of the band.

eternally yours, (YN’s initial).

Holy shit.

Mariah was now ninety-five percent sure that this was none other than Harry fucking Styles ring and she just blinked down in it surprise.

She googles it quickly in her photo search, confirming it is his ring when a article pops up with the title.

Harry Styles Goes Nontraditional With His $125,000 Tiffany & Co. wedding band!

Mariah realizes she’s holding the amount that her college tuition cost in the palm of her hand right now - it was insane.

She had to get it back to him and has no idea how to do that.

Her hands were shaking as she glanced around at the remaining people around her, back to the small group where Harry's friends and family had been.

Mariah spots Harry Lambert speaking to someone she doesn’t recognize and she rushes over to the barrier, breathlessly interrupting, “Harry, Harry!”

The stylist gives her a bit of a confused glance before giving her a small wave and returning to his conversation.

She felt awkward, like she was being a bother but she spoke up again, “I think I have something that Harry Styles lost.”

That grabs the blond’s attention, saying something to his friend before he’s making his way over to the barrier - a perplexed expression on his face.

Mariah holds out the ring and the stylist takes it, brows furrowed as he examines it but she’s surprised when he doesn’t seem convinced - like it was just a knockoff replica and she was just trying to see if it could get her backstage to meet Harry.

“Let me go check with him,” Lambert replies hesitantly, handing the ring back to her before muttering, “I’ll be right back.”

-

It seems like an eternity but in reality, it was probably only ten minutes before Harry Lambert is reappearing to address Mariah, “Come with me.”

She’s shocked by this, she thought that if it was really his that his stylist would collect the piece of jewelry and send her on her merry way.

Very very quickly she realizes that she’s probably about to meet Harry Styles as Lambert guides her into the tent.

And she was right.

Mariah is absolutely shaking with nerves when she’s led into a lounge area where none other than her fucking idol and his wife are sitting.

Her eyes instantly begin tracing over every part of him close up - his stubble, how pink his lips are, how muscular he actually is.

His face is red, puffy like he’d been crying and Mariah wonders if it was because he had lost his wedding band, it makes her stomach drop.

He stands up with a small smile when Mariah and Lambert arrive in front of him, she brings her hand out and Harry reaches out with his palm - dropping the ring in it.

Harry swallows heavily as he gives the ring a quick once over before sliding it back down his ring finger as quickly as he possibly can.

“I cannot thank you enough…” Harry rasps, his voice was deep and his accent took her by surprise for some reason.

“Mariah,” She answers with a wide smile.

“Thank you, Mariah,” He reiterates softly, then he does the unexpected and tugs her into a tight hug, a big bear hug.

It didn’t feel like real life - Harry, Harry Styles was currently hugging her and she can smell how wonderful his cologne is, how strong he is, and warm.

The hug only lasts a moment but as soon as they separate she’s being embraced by another person, his wife before she pulls back and smiles at her.

“We are so incredibly grateful,” YN tells her sweetly before stepping back next to her husband, “Thank you for returning it to us.”

Mariah doesn’t miss how Harry’s arm snakes around his wife’s waist and brings her straight into the curve of his side, fingers squeezing lovingly at her plushy hip.

“Of-of course,” The fan responds with a stutter due to the nerves still flaring up in her belly at being in such close proximity to her favorite celebrity.

“Let us repay you,” Harry says as he eyes Jeff, “Go get some pleasing merch and a sharpie.”

Mariah thanks him multiple times as he hands her a massive bag full of free hoodies, scarves, polishes - he pulls out a few things to sign with a black marker.

Jeff reports that he has one more thing to grab for Mariah, Harry Lambert leads her over to the fridge and offers her a drink which she accepts a water.

While her and the stylist are making small talk, Mariah can't help but overhear Harry and YN’s hushed conversation.

YN had her hands around his neck, stepping on his toes, and murmuring to him, “See? Everything’s okay, bunny. Now stop worrying, I love you. You’re perfect to me, you know?”

Harry gives his wife an embarrassed smile before leaning down to brush his nose against hers, whispering something back to his wife that Mariah can’t hear.

Whatever he says makes YN giggles girlishly before pecking his lips three times before pulling away, laughing even more when Harry lips try to chase after hers for one more.

Mariah leaves the tent with an experience she’ll never forget, a bag full of sign merch, and tickets to one of Harry’s upcoming shows - front row.

She decides not to plaster their business all over the internet because seeing how in love the couple truly is reminds her of how they’re human just like her who deserve privacy and respect.

-

Harry’s surprise turned out to be that he got the roof of the hotel closed off, had his team set up candles, and flowers all around the rooftop pool in the hopes of a romantic date night.

“After you fucked me so good last weekend,” Harry rumbles when they arrive at the top floor and into the pool area, “I thought it’d be romantic to have a nice date up here, possibly some pool sex.”

“Mmm, the most romantic,” YN agrees with a chuckle because it was such a sweet gesture but she could also tell the panic attack took so much out of Harry.

Instead of stripping their clothes off to swim, YN guides them over to a hammock that was set up between two of the pillars and they pile in together.

She lets Harry be the one to get cuddled, he lays his head in her chest with his arm over her tummy, legs intertwined with hers.

His eyes are already drifting shut as she begins to rake her fingers through his messy locks, massaging at his temples with her thumbs.

He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t have the chance because he’s lightly snoring within ten minutes of them even being in the hammock.

At the end of the day, the big bad sex symbol of a man was still the same sensitive boy she fell in love with all those years ago.

-

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Broken Wing

prompt (from kofi): Gang Harry is definitely one of my favorites when it comes to your verses. What would you think gang Harry and y/n would do for there first date?

word count: 10k+!!!!!!!!!!!!!

warnings: violence, guns, blood, mentions of child neglect

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authors note: i just want to say thank you to the person who commissioned this piece.  thank you for being so understanding of the delay d/t some personal reasons that made it harder for me to write. i made it especially long as a thank you and i hope everyone enjoys it🐠 🌮 🏝

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Harry downright refused to admit that he was attempting to ask YN on a date because he doesn’t do that shit.

He fucks and leaves, every time - there’s no courting or snuggles afterwards until the sun comes up, rarely is the fucking ever done in a bed.

Barely ever actually, almost always in a car, an alleyway, anywhere that can help take the intimacy out of it.

Never his bed though, no female had ever stepped foot in his house - no matter how sexy she was or how eager he was to fuck her.

He didn’t have many boundaries but that was one of them.

Harry didn’t have relationships because he knew he wasn’t capable of love and that’s what everybody wanted out of a relationship, right?

That and children, over his dead fucking corpse would he ever have a child that he would be responsible for - Harry never wanted to be a caregiver to a little human that he wasn’t ever capable of loving.

He had to experience that and though he wasn’t a good person, he wasn’t that fucked up.

It is why, no matter how under the influence or impatient he was - there was no power on this earth that could convince him to give it to anyone bare. 

He’s never once forgotten a condom, didn’t care how much the girl swore up and down she was on the pill and just wanted to feel him.

But back to the issue at hand.

Harry’s stood in the alleyway, at the back of the club, like usual - waiting for YN to get off work, he hadn’t decided whether he was going to escort her home nicely or rough her up for information.

And the only reason he escorts her home is because if anyone is going to kill her, it’s going to be him and only him.

That’s the only reason, he tells himself.

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valorant kids

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie gets protective of his girl when some valorant kids hit on her

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

“baby, i'm gonna hop on stream. you gonna join?” vinnie stood up from the bed he was previously laying on.

y/n flipped over, rubbing her eye.

“nah, i'm not in the mood for val at the moment,” she answered.

“okay. do you need anything?” he asked, setting up his monitor and stream before tweeting it out.

“no thank you, babe,” y/n pulled up her phone and scrolled on tik tok as y/n got the notification vinnie went live.

“hey guys,” vinnie smiled as he started a deathmatch.

talking to chat while he played, y/n found herself staring at her beautiful boyfriend. his dangling earrings, fluffy blond hair, his tattoos.

“baby, are you staring at me?” vinnie asked, turning to look at her as he got headshotted.

“you're so pretty,” she complimented.

vinnie grinned, patting his lap. “come say hi.”

y/n got up, fixing her crop top and pajama shorts as she placed herself on his lap. “hi loves!”

vinnieslover: HI Y/N

marrymevinniepls: AWWWWW YAYAYYAYAYAY

“hello!” y/n smiled, getting off vinnie's lap. she played with his hair as he played for a minute before he took his hands of the keyboard, pulling her back down.

“vinnnn,” she sighed.

“shhh, just let me hold you,” he said.

y/n agreed, hesitant to show so much affection on stream. “talk to chat while i play,” he told her.

“ask us questions guys!” y/n told chat, watching as vinnie cued in comp.

“you gonna auto-lock jett?” she joked.

“maybe. depends on the map,” he kissed her shoulder, thanking people for subbing and gifting.

“how did you two meet?” y/n read off a question.

“alex told me he had a friend that was single and kind of set us up. one thing lead to another and now here we are,” vinnie explained.

“oh my god that is not what happened at all.”

y/n laughed as vinnie selected omen.

“okay, then how did it go, hmmm?” vinnie questioned.

“alex told me you saw me on tik tok and you asked if he knew me. when he said yes then he showed me your tik tok and set us up from there.”

“that's just the longer story,” vinnie smiled.

-

y/n eventually laid back down on the bed, scrolling through her fyp. “baby, can you play for me real quick? i gotta take a fat piss.”

“so charming,” y/n rolled her eyes as she sat down, hearing vinnie chuckle as he closed the door to the bathroom.

“hello again, chat,” she smiled, buying a vandal and abilities.

following her teammates to site a, she threw sage the spike as the round started. smoking heaven and ct, she went on voice comms.

“sage walled off site.”

“woahhhh, a gamer girl?” the jett asked.

“hi mommy,” raze said.

“what happened to the dude?” sage asked.

ignoring them, y/n made her way to site b. “sage, come plant; site's clear.”

“don't be like, sweetheart.”

y/n physically jumped when she felt the headset being ripped off her. “can you guys shut the fuck up?” vinnie said firmly in comm.

y/n got out of the chair, hearing the teammates whining. she placed herself back on vinnie's lap as he clenched his jaw, placing his chin on her shoulder.

“calm down, my love,” she whispered, gently stroking his cheek as he went frozen.

“wait, are you vinnie hacker, omen?”

“oh my god was that y/n l/n-“

“put her back on bro!”

“baby, just mute them,” y/n said.

vinnie stayed quiet until it was match point. when he got the last kill, vinnie muted himself on twitch and the game.

“i wanna fucking kill those asshole teammates,” he sat back in his chair.

y/n laughed.

“i bet they still live in their parent's basement. fucking creeps,” he continued on.

“you tell em, bae,” y/n encouraged, massaging his shoulders.

valorant pinged signaling vinnie got a friend request. looking down, the raze had sent one in.

“dude fuck those kids,” vinnie automatically declined.

“i don't even feel like playing anymore.”

“we can just chill and talk to chat for a bit?”

vinnie nodded, getting off val and unmuting himself. “sorry, chat. things got a little heated.” vinnie breathed through his nose, putting on a fake smile to try to mask his anger.

“vincent got jealous,” y/n told chat.

“shut up,” vinnie laughed slightly.

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HARRY'S HOUSE HOME

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE | 5170 WORDS

Summary: Y/N and Harry are enjoying their beautiful honeymoon on Italy when he decides it's time to announce his new album, and she decides it's time for something else.

! | so, so smutty, like... we have eating out, SQUIRTING??? kinda exhibitionism, BIG BREEDING KINK, face sitting, male masturbation, and unprotected vaginal sex. aftercare too ofc!! they're in their honeymoon so please understand them 🙏🏻 also fluff aaand cursing.

W/N: not gonna lie to you, i don't like how this turned out but i hope you guys do :) the final smut part was inspired by this blurb. also i think i started writing this the same day harry announced the new album so keep that in mind while reading this. love uuu! ♡

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Of all the times Y/N has been lucky enough to come to Italy, this one feels the best. She doesn't know if it's the weather, the tranquillity or the fact that she's fucking married to the love of her life, but the Amalfi Coast has never looked more beautiful.

She's on the balcony, she doesn't know what time it is but from the bright moon in the sky she can tell it's already quite late. The summer dress she's wearing is blowing in the breeze, and if it weren't for the fact that the streets are empty and the balcony is quite high, then she'd probably be putting on a show she wouldn't want to.

She can hear Harry inside the apartment, he's just finishing changing out of the clothes he wore to dinner, they were lucky enough to only run into five fans who didn't take pictures of them.

It's their tenth day of their honeymoon. After getting married on the seventh, they waited an extra week and then sailed to the European country, and now they have until the end of March to enjoy it some more.

Her varied thoughts stop when she feels her husband sit down next to her on the small sofa and pull her onto his lap. All she can think about now is him, his scent, his face, his cheeks starting to go beardy from unwillingness to shave.

"Hi, wifey." He says, leaving a kiss on her cheek and Y/N tilts her head back letting a long laugh escape.

"Please don't call me that." She replies, settling herself on top of him and draping her arms around his neck.

He's leaning back against the backrest and is wearing blue shorts with a white t-shirt, he looks exquisite, and the tan only makes him more beautiful.

"You're okay?" he asks, stroking her face and tidying the windblown hair. "Baby?"

Y/N nods, and snuggles closer against him. "Yeah, yeah. Just... you know, admiring you."

Harry laughs, sliding his hands under her dress to caress those thighs that drives him so crazy. "I was talking to Jeff, he told me people are going crazy about the 'You Are Home' page."

She lets out a growl and hides her face in his neck. "As excited as I get, let's not talk about work, I still have to tidy the album photoshoot."

He smiles and grabs her by the hips to turn her around and leave her imprisoned beneath him on the couch, it's small, a little uncomfortable, but it's enough for what he has in mind.

He crouches down to kneel on the balcony tile, and takes one of his wife's legs and drapes it over his shoulder, beginning to leave kisses on the soft skin of her thighs.

Y/N sighs, leaning her head back knowing what is about to happen. They've done everything these past few weeks (and twelve years) but still can't get enough of each other, always being where the other is and eager for touch.

"Gonna let me?" He asks, opening his mouth to lick and bite the inside of her thighs, making her moan.

"Always."

He grins against her skin, licking and leaving marks beside the ones that were already rubbing off, Y/N lifts her hips and Harry pulls her panties off. If someone walked by on the street and decided to look up, they'd easily see them, but they kept going no matter what.

She pulls her dress up to her hips and he puts both hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart and revealing the centre that demanded attention, it was glistening in the moonlight thanks to the wetness that was already starting to build up, and the brunette man ducked his head to leave a lick all over her cavity.

"Harry." Y/N gasps, arching her back from the teasing licks. "Don't tease."

He laughs and the vibrations crash against his wife's clit, making her moan. He begins to lick it gently, wrapping it between his full lips to suck on it, it's addictive, everything about it drives him crazy.

Harry slides one hand over her hips, up her body until he reaches her jaw. He puts two fingers over her mouth, and Y/N opens it, slipping his fingers into her mouth to lick them completely.

"Yeah, keep going." He says from his knees, looking up with his green eyes dark with lust and because of the night. Y/N can't stand it, how after years and years he manages to turn her into a bundle of nerves and desperation to feel him against her, she's completely his, body and soul and it feels fucking good; to belong to Harry Styles and for him to belong to you.

The pleasure is too much, as he thrusts his two fingers inside her and with familiarity already scrapes her soft spot while his tongue and lips stimulate her clit. She's still moaning and panting on the balcony of the villa in Italy, and she's sure this is what heaven feels like.

Harry moans against her, moving his face from side to side and Y/N arches her back, feeling her nipples rub against the fabric and adding to her pleasure.

"You're so good." He murmurs, lifting his face from between her legs to look into her eyes as his fingers move in and out of her rapidly. "Letting me eat your sweet cunt whenever I want. Such a perfect wife."

The words echo in her head, and they only make the pressure in her lower belly increase as she feels the orgasm even closer. This time it feels different, she doesn't know if it's because the situation they're in makes her so hot, or if it's simply because of him. But she feels like her next orgasm is gonna be very strong, and she has an idea what it's about.

"H." She says, shaken. "I– I think m'gonna squirt."

Harry grins, speeding up the movements of both his tongue and fingers. The last time Y/N squirted was quite a few years ago, and he still remembers when she did it for the first time and how he went even crazier for her.

His fingers move frantically and touch her G-spot, making her open her mouth to let out a silent scream as she arches her back, cuming.

She cums on his face and fingers, and he wastes no time in savouring his wife's climax contentedly, he can feel his cock in his shorts but he doesn't care about him now.

Y/N comes undone under him, she keeps moaning because of the overstimulation and her eyes are closed as she tries to recover from the wild orgasm she just had. Harry licks the inside of her thighs, cleaning up any debris that might've been there, and stands up from the floor to take her in his arms, carrying her inside.

"Feeling a'right, m'soul?" he asks, ducking his head down to see her face resting on his shoulder.

Y/N hums, snuggling against him until they reach the bathroom, and he sits her on the toilet to turn on the shower and start regulating the water. She has her eyes closed and tries to wipe out the ringing in her ears, she can feel herself start to recover and she stands up to pull the dress out of her body.

Harry turns around to find her naked, he laughs while checking her out. She reaches over to him to pull his shirt off, he lifts his arms and lets himself be undressed by his wife. His wife.

Steam begins to cover the room and they both step into the shower, he carefully helping her thanks to her shaky legs, and begins to put shampoo in his hand so he can wash her hair.

Y/N smiles happily with her eyes closed, enjoying the moment of silence and peace with her love and wishing their honeymoon would never end. She's the luckiest woman in the world, and she doesn't want anyone to burst the dreamy bubble they are both living in.

She can hear Harry murmuring one of his new songs, and her heart beats desperately in her chest as she feels him close to her. She loves him, loves him with all her soul and being and heart and fucking everything.

She opens her eyes, watching him bite his bottom lip concentrating on washing her hair well and keeping the suds off her face. And she says:

"I love you."

Harry's hands stop at the back of her neck, he blushes wildly though he'd rather say it's from the hot water crashing against his face. "I love yeh too, so much." He replies, bringing his face close to hers to kiss her as his hands caress her scalp.

They kiss two or three more times until they have to continue bathing so as not to waste the water, the green-eyed one cleans her while whispering words of praise, and she strokes his brown locks that he's thankfully letting grow.

They both dry off and dress in silence, enjoying the ambient noise of Italy. Harry's putting cream in his hair when he can see Y/N through the mirror drying her face, he's seen her a thousand ways, but he still feels numb with the happiness of seeing her so domestic.

He curls up in bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. "Close the window, please." He asks, and his wife does so and then runs to crawl under the blankets beside him.

Y/N lets out little whimpers at how cold she is and quickly snuggles against Harry, tucking her icy feet between her husband's legs, making him shiver.

"Remind me again why I married you?" He growls, but still squeezes his legs together so she doesn't get cold.

"Because I've been putting up with you for twelve years and because m'sex is the best." She answers, draping a leg over his waist and tucking her head into his neck to inhale his scent.

"Technically I can't know if your sex is the best, since it's the only sex I've ever had." He replies, looking up at the dark ceiling, and Y/N pinches his belly.

"And it will be like that forever, Styles." She murmurs, sighing. "Now, sleep."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Styles."

(...)

Harry wakes up, it's 23 of March, and he can feel the sun against his face and his wife curled up next to him. It's today.

He knows it's today, and Y/N knows it's today too, so he rolls onto his side to approach her and begin to wake her up by brushing away the locks that prohibit him from seeing her angelic face.

She wrinkles her nose and opens one eye, watching him until she decides to open the other and he smiles, moving closer to her to leave kisses on her neck, cheek, and lips.

"Good morning." He murmurs against her chest. "It's today."

"What?" She asks, not even knowing what day is.

"I'm announcing the new album today."

That finishes waking her up and she quickly lifts her head to get a better look at him. It's true, it is today. Today is the last day of the Fine Line era, today millions and millions of people are going to freak out, and Y/N can still remember the day he told her the news.

Harry's sweeping while Y/N makes the bed. The Fleetwood Mac vinyl that is so important to them is playing ambiently and is the only thing that can be heard in the big house, she's quiet and can't see him, but she can feel something eating away at her cute boyfriend's mind.

When she hears him sigh for the third time, she drops the blanket and turns to look at him; he's not even sweeping, now he's just staring at the dust on the floor.

"Give me that." She reaches over and takes the broom from him, leaning it against the wall. "What's wrong?"

He looks at her hesitantly, but still says it. "I... we already have a release date and album name."

She's thankful she's had a good breakfast, otherwise her blood pressure would be through the floor by now. She can't believe what she's hearing and quickly asks what it is before doubt continues to flood her body.

"May 20." He says, eyes downcast and cheeks flushed. "Harry's House."

Y/N's eyes are brimming with tears and she has to hold a hand to her chest. It's perfect, maybe not something she expected, but the name makes up all the songs she was lucky enough to hear before anyone else, songs for her.

Harry hesitantly steps closer, placing a hand on her hip to pull her closer to his body and she quickly wraps him in an embrace that shows all the pride, longing and love she's feeling at that moment.

"I... I wasn't really sure about the title, but I feel like they're very personal songs and I'm kind of letting them into m'home, into my heart." He speaks, breaking away to look at his love in the eyes, he strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. "Those songs are my house, but you, you are home."

If she wasn't crying before she's definitely crying now, she kisses him, then murmurs against his lips. "I love you– Harry, I have no words..."

"It's alright, it's alright." He laughs, leaving a peck on her lips. "Jus' want you to know that everything I do is for you."

"Shit, can't believe it's already today." She sighs in amazement.

"Me neither, they're about to post it on Instagram." Harry replies. You can tell he's completely nervous, so Y/N lies on his chest and kisses his neck. At the same time, his cellphone rings.

"It's posted." reads Jeff's message, and the couple freezes.

Only the sounds of birds chirping can be heard outside, Y/N and Harry stare at each other in silence, until she takes the initiative and speaks first.

"They're gonna love it, curly." She says, stroking his cheek illuminated by the sun streaming through the balcony. "They're songs written for me after all."

He guffaws and turns her around, trapping her against his body and the sheets. "C'mon, I wanna go out."

The two of them get ready in between shoving, groping and chatting about the new album, Harry tells her that the video they shot together for 'As It Was' is coming out the first of April, and Y/N pans a little.

"I hope they don't mind me being in the video." She says, now both are already walking the streets of Italy.

Harry has an arm around her shoulders, and through his dark glasses he can see someone taking a picture of them. "Please, I think they love you more than me."

She laughs, squeezing his waist and they both walk into the quiet little café. It's their last day of their honeymoon, her husband has to go back to rehearsal for Coachella and do press conferences for both Harry's House and As It Was. She's not angry about having to leave, she was already starting to miss her crazy but somehow normal life.

They both drink their coffees in silence, Y/N takes pictures of the green-eyed boy from time to time and he does the same with her, putting them in his "Babyyy" photo album where thousands (not to say millions) of pictures of her in any situation can be found.

They've done everything these days, they've gone boating, they've gone to the nicest restaurants for dinner, they've walked under the moon, they've gone to every secret corner of this village and now all they want to do is enjoy each other.

"Let's go back." She says when they both have already paid the bill and are about to leave the establishment.

"Yeah?" Harry asks, opening the door for her and then walking through, putting a hand on her waist to leave. "Why?"

"I just wanna be with you."

They both walk towards the house looking at the windows of the small markets there are. Some have baby clothes, and Harry feels a unique sensation every time he sees them. Y/N has something in her head spinning and he can tell but decides to wait until they are alone so he can ask her.

She walks in first and he closes the door behind him, he's about to ask but her lips against his erase any kind of doubt he might have. Y/N kisses him desperately, squeezing his arms and pinning him against the wall.

He lets his wife savour his lips for a while longer, until he takes the initiative and pulls their mouths apart. "What's on your mind, baby?" he asks, agitated.

Y/N looks down at the floor, suddenly all the security and confidence she'd built up disappears and she squeezes the fabric of Harry's t-shirt between her hands. "I..."

"Honey, talk to me." He murmurs, caressing her hips. "I can't give you what you want unless you talk to me, mhm?"

She knows he won't react negatively but she still feels unsure. "I think it's time we.... or well I dunno–"

"Y/N."

"I think it's time for me to stop taking m'birth control pills, at least for a while."

Harry looks at her with a blank expression on his face, he doesn't understand where she's going with that, there are so many possible paths that he really doesn't know what to answer.

Y/N, noticing the expression on her husband's face, speaks again. "I want to start trying for a baby, Harry."

"Oh." Is all he can blurt out.

He can't believe what his ears have just picked up. He'd heard right? he's not dreaming, is he? shit, maybe he tripped and hit his head, yeah, it may be that.

He feels that everything is falling into place. He just married the love of this and more thousand lives, he's gonna release an album, and now she probably wants to start trying for a baby. Ah, how did he get so lucky?

Y/N looks at him expectantly, she can see the gears turning in his head but that doesn't calm her nerves, she wants an answer now.

"You're okay?" She asks. "It was... just a thought."

"What?" He laughs, taking her in his arms and carrying her into the room. "M'soul, I've never been better."

He's elated, just the thought of his wife with a belly full of his child awakens something in him. He can't wait to be a father and they haven't even tried yet.

Y/N's laughter turns into a growl after he tosses her onto the bed. They both look at each other with that unique glow and convey everything they feel to each other through those looks. It's time, and they both know it.

"Why did you think of it so suddenly?" He asks, caressing her bare thighs that are wrapped around his hips.

"Well... I know we just got married, but technically we've been in our honeymoon stage for like, twelve years, and it's gonna be nine months until we have the baby, of course that depends on how long it takes to conceive, so that still leaves more time for just us."

She speaks quickly, looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment. It didn't just occur to her; she's been thinking about this since she was sixteen and she can finally make it happen.

Harry keeps smiling, he can feel his cheeks start to hurt but it doesn't matter. Finally they, they–

"H, I don't wanna burst your shock bubble," Y/N says, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. "But don't yeh think it would be better if we started trying?"

And who was he to say no to his wife?

He kisses her like he's never kissed her before and doesn't know what it's about, doesn't know if it's because he's about to fill her with his baby, because he's about to strike lucky and try their luck, or because he simply loves her with all his being.

Y/N moans from the brute force and opens her mouth, allowing him to insert his tongue that caresses her entire oral cavity. She strokes the back of his neck, his back, his arms, any part of his body she can reach.

She can feel her core throbbing and his hard on bumping against it. She's anxious, and she knows she's not the only one. They continue kissing until she breaks away to push up his shirt, and laughing, he pulls it off.

His tanned, tattoo ink-covered chest glows in the brightness coming into the room, he looks angelic, godlike, and the fact that she's the only one who's ever seen him like this still makes her shudder, and him, too.

Harry rests his lips against her body again, this time against her collarbone which is kissed softly and he continues his trail up and down, smirking as he feels her breath hitch beneath him.

He pulls up her shirt and kisses her stomach, locks his eyes with hers and whispers as he continues to kiss the soft skin. "Can't believe yeh're gonna let me put a baby in here, such a good wife."

Y/N tilts her head at his words and his husky voice, he knows, he knows like no one else what he has to tell her to get her going, but the words coming out of his mouth now were pure truth.

It wasn't out of the heat of the moment, it wasn't some kink, no.

Y/N was really going to let Harry put a baby in her belly, and she knows it's one of the best decisions she can make in her life, because he's one of those people who deserves to be a father and all that comes with it, and there's nothing she wanted more than to have a perfect mix of the two running around their house.

She takes off her shirt, followed by her bra, and now they're both naked from the waist up. They stare at each other for a few seconds, both of them agitated, in love, until she pounces on him, kissing him again.

She turns him around to straddle him, and slides a hand between them, cupping his cock against the fabric of his trousers, palming it. Harry lets out a shuddering sigh, he thinks he's never been this hard in his entire life and he owes it all to her.

He lets her mark him however she wants, leaving hickeys on his neck, on his torso, on the butterfly and anywhere else she wants, because he's hers.

Y/N pulls off his remaining clothes and licks her lips at the sight of his member waiting for her, he's hard, with a drop of precum on the head and she can see him spasm under her gaze.

She's about to touch him, but he grabs her wrist. "No, want y'to ride m'face."

She nods, stunned by her husband's beauty, he's perfect, he's sitting up, resting his arms on the blanket and it causes little rolls to form on his tummy and laurel tattoos. His hair's dishevelled and his face is red, his lips are puffy and his eyes are wide in pleasure.

He wasn't Harry Styles.

He was Harry, the boy she met when she was sixteen and who with his wimpy body was already drawing sighs from her.

She pulls her panties off quickly and climbs onto his lap, gasping as she feels his length slap against her clit, and she moves back and forth, wetting his entire length.

Harry grunts, letting her do whatever she wants until he can't take anymore, and with a "C'mon, need to taste yeh." she finally stays on top of his mouth.

Y/N grips the headboard and slowly sits up, moaning as she feels the wetness of his tongue on her centre. He rests his palms on her thighs and squeezes them, moaning and focusing his eyes on her.

The sight is unique, and he can feel his member dripping as he begins to lick, his eyes go white, the sweet taste fills his mouth and he buries his mouth even deeper into her, smirking as he hears his wife's desperate moans.

He palms her thigh twice and Y/N lowers her head, staring into his eyes and her thighs press gently against his head, it's so erotic, and it's even more so when he nods.

She starts by moving her hips slowly, tilting her head back as she feels Harry's nose hit her clit perfectly and his tongue enter her hole. Her movements speed up, her breasts bounce and the hickeys on her body glisten proudly, it's heaven, he's sure, and he can feel he's about to cum just from watching.

Y/N wiggles her hips frantically, smearing her husband's face and she puts a hand down in his hair, tugging and making him grunt.

"Harry." She gasps. "Shit, shit."

He stamps his palm against her bum, and she can feel the exquisite orgasm on the tip of her tongue as he continues to spank her. She leans back until she feels his cock against her hand, and wraps it in her fist.

Harry moans and lifts his hips as he feels the sudden touch on his sensitive member. Y/N continues her movements as he licks her full cavity, moaning into her clit to add vibrations.

They're both so close, so, so close. But she stops and grabs his wrists, lowering her head to tell him:

"Want to cum with you inside me."

And whatever she wants, she gets.

Harry's quick to grab her hips and lift her off his face with ease, laying her down on the bed to climb on top of her. He wipes away the remnants of her wetness with the back of his hand and positions himself over her entrance, is quick to move in to steal a kiss that draws a teasing grin from Y/N.

How in love he is with her.

She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her, leaving kisses on the sweet spot of his jaw that makes him sigh, and he finally gets inside her.

"Ah, fuck." He groans, hiding his face in the hollow of her neck. "Always so... fucking warm."

"All for you, H." Y/N answers, squeezing herself around him properly, and he has to resist the urge to cum right then and there.

Holy. fucking. shit.

Harry takes the first thrust of many and begins to grind his hips against hers, Y/N moans beneath him as she feels his familiar touch on her sweet spot.

He grabs one of her thighs wrapped around his waist only to squeeze it and rests his head on the side of hers, panting into her ear.

"Yeah, you're desperate for me to make you a mommy, aren't yeh?" he asks, not stopping his onslaught and Y/N shudders hearing him. "Gonna fill you up so good, I swear."

"Yes, please." She begs, sinking one of her hands into his hair. "Want your babies, H."

Hearing her, he nods desperately, feeling the orgasm building in his lower belly. "I'll give you everything, m'love, I-fuck, I'll give you whatever you want."

He promises, promises between kisses, caresses, and lunges that send the bed crashing against the wall. Y/N's so close, and she just needs something more to get what she wants so badly.

Harry stares at her, his green eyes are dark and glossy, his hair is tousled and curls fall over his forehead, and his mouth is half open with a small trickle of drool at the corner. She grabs his neck and kisses him, savouring the taste of mint and coffee he always has. She loves him, loves him so much.

"I love you." She whispers, feeling suddenly sensitive and with tears pooling in her eyes. "We're gonna have our baby."

He smiles, feeling like he honestly can't love her anymore because it's already impossible, because no one loves anyone in the world like Harry loves Y/N, and they both need the living proof of what their love is.

"I love you, we'll be the best, I-, I can't be romantic if I have you squeezing around me." He says and they both laugh, kissing once more.

But the eroticism returns, and Harry licks his thumb to slide it between them and quickly caress her clit, which was just what she needed.

She cums, lifting her back and clinging tightly to her husband's strong shoulders, leaving the occasional scratch that makes him grunt. He doesn't know how he's holding on so long, but when Y/N leaves kisses on his earlobe and whispers "Want to make you a baby daddy." he does.

He drops his head on her chest and cums thickly, it's the best sex they've ever had and they both know it, because maybe now, this time, something's going to change.

They both keep quiet, controlling their heaving breaths until all that can be heard is the sound of scooters on the stone streets of Italy. Y/N strokes his tresses, and he leaves kisses on her collarbones.

After a few minutes, Harry slides out of her and wipes her off with a towel on the nightstand, quivering at the sight of his cum dripping out of her, he opens his mouth to murmur.

"Think I put a baby in here?" he asks, caressing his love's belly circularly, and she squeezes her eyes, touched by his words.

"I hope so, curly." She replies. "Hey, look at me."

Without lifting his head from her chest, he manages to stare at her.

"We have plenty of time to try and I know we'll make it. We'll have our baby." She says, completely sure of her words. "Let it happen when it has to happen, I'm off the pills- let's think about everything that's coming up for now, Harry's House, the tour, Coachella..."

Stressed, he sinks his face back into her chest, and she laughs, making him smile. "I don't want to go back to the real world." He says, his mouth against her skin.

"Neither do I, but I was already starting to miss our chaotic schedule." She replies. "God, you had to be a singer, an actor, a model... couldn't you be, I don't know, a supermarket cashier?"

Harry lets out sharp guffaws and leans back on his arms to look at her, still smiling they both look at each other. "I could be anything and you'd still love me."

She brushes back an unruly lock that falls into his eyes. "Of course. But it's time to go home, H."

And without hesitation, he says. "For me, you are home."

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yourinstagram: everytime you show me something created by you, i think it's the best thing you've ever done, until you surprise me with something new. that's what happened with harry's house, i fell in love with the songs and the concept the moment you showed me everything and that's why being the photographer behind the album is such an honor to me. thank you for letting me be part of this h, i love you so so so much ♡ harry's house, available everywhere in may 20 (album cover by me !!!!)

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