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We're Having A Baby H.S

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Summary: Y/N has the crowd help her out by telling Harry She's pregnant

Request: No

Warnings: Cursing (Out of happiness) pure fluff and wholesome-ness, small talk of struggling too conceive

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader (they're married)

MC: Harry Styles, y/n

Rate: 16+

Word Count: 2395

Repost/translations: No

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Thought of on: May 11th 2022

Written on: May 11th 2022

*Y/N’s POV*

“Hey guys!” I grinned, holding the microphone to my face as I walked out on stage.

Everyone yelled, causing the butterflies to grow in my stomach.

“The opener is sadly not feeling good and hold your boos! But I hope it’s okay if I come out and hang out with you guys for half an hour?” I asked the crowd and I heard their screams, causing my smile to get bigger.

“I know it wasn’t what you guys paid for… but I thought maybe we could play a game? Do a q and a?” I asked, trying to gauge their reaction.

Harry’s fans and I have a pretty good relationship. It took a couple years, and a lot of effort on my end, but after being married for 5 years, and dating for 3, we have finally got an understanding with each other. It has made attending tour, or getting papped with Harry a lot easier.

“I’m kind of stalling, waiting for Harry to get out of the building before I tell you my actual plan” I whispered into the microphone, the crowd erupting in screams.

I did a q and a for a little bit until Harry’s PA walked out and told me Harry is outside and I had about 10 minutes before Harry would get back.

I informed the crowd that this would have to be quick and I took a deep breath.

“So, during Kiwi tonight, I want you guys to pull out the signs that are under your seat” I informed, my hands shaking a little bit.

“I um.. Have this surprise for Harry.. And it would truly mean a lot for both of us if you guys were included” I smiled, watching people pick up the signs, and reading them.

“OH MY GOD!” Some girl loudly screamed, causing me to laugh.

The sign they were all holding was “She’s having your baby” in big bold font and seeing the crowd holding the signs caused her a lot of anxiety.

She knew this was a good thing, and that Harry would be extremely happy since they had been trying for a while… but she was still unsure if he would like the plan she had, or if he would’ve preferred something more private.

I knew their fans would love to be involved in something so personal to him… but would he have rather me told him one bright and early morning?

“Congratulations!” People started yelling and I smiled, thanking them.

“The plan is to hold these up once he sings “She said she’s having your baby”, now we have to make sure he doesn’t do it like five times in a row” I snickered. “But I have the pregnancy test with me, and my own sign for him that reads “It’s your business” now before you twitter fans come at me! I know it’s cliché, and stupid or whatever, but I’m too tired and sick to think of something better” I laughed, slowly making my way across the big stage.

“Okay, this stays between us, and please, please, please, don’t show him before it’s time” I begged, afraid someone will spill the beans.

“I better switch the topic before my protective husband comes back inside and makes us all pay for it” I giggled.

“Hey sweetheart” Harry pulled me by the waist, kissing me softly.

“Hi baby, are you ready for your show tonight?” I asked, running my fingers through the back of his hair, making sure I didn’t mess it up.

“Always ready. You know that” He kissed the side of my head.

“No nerves?” I questioned, knowing he at least had a few jitters here and there.

“Why? Should I be nervous? What do you know? You’re a terrible liar” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

Harry’s hands slipped into the pockets of my jeans, resting against my ass.

“Don’t make me squeeze, tell me” He murmured against my ear and I shook my head.

“You’re going to grope me in front of everyone?” I asked softly, knowing we were not alone right now.

“they’ve walked in on worse” He kissed behind my ear before we heard someone clear their throat.

“Alright, love birds. He needs to be on stage in 15, you two can find a room later” Jeff clapped his hands at us and Harry groaned, squeezing my ass before letting me go.

“See you out there, right?” Harry asked and I nodded, kissing his lips quickly.

“Good Luck, I love you” I waved quickly before exiting the room, a security guard leading me to the middle of the arena.

“Y/N!” A fan yelled and I waved, walking over towards her.

“Hey! How are you? Are you here with anyone tonight?” I asked her and she nodded, pointing over towards the guy next to her.

“I hope you guys have fun! I’m excited” I smiled, talking to her for a moment before taking a quick selfie and heading over towards Harry and I’s mutual friend.

The show started, and I tried to have as much fun as possible whilst also staying hydrated.

Being pregnant has definitely made attending shows a little harder than I thought it would.

I knew the stage lights made Harry sweat a ton, but I didn’t think it would affect me too much.

The closer we got to Kiwi, I instinctively found myself holding my hands on my tiny bump.

I had to be careful because Harry kept looking over at me in the crowd, so I tried to do the movements when his back was towards me.

The very second the lights went dark and the crowd started screaming, my heart started racing.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect, all the boys they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck” He sang and I swear my heart was going to explode out of my chest, myself picking up the sign I had stored with his manager.

“She’s driving me crazy! But I’m into it, but I’m into it… I’m kinda into it!” He smirked over towards my direction and I rolled my eyes, knowing damn well he wrote this after we argued all night over something stupid.

“It’s getting crazy! I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it, she said I’m having your baby” He sang and all the signs went up, my heart racing as I watched his eyes be closed, making it so much worse.

Harry freaking Styles open your goddamn eyes or I swear to god!

“It’s none of your business!” he sang and the second time, his eyes opened and I saw them scan the crowd, appearing to try and read the signs, and that’s when it happened.

The endless sight of “She’s having your baby” raised in the air, on show for everyone to see.

I watched his eyes quickly dart over to me, confused, and I held up my sign that read “It’s your business” with a hand drawn Clear Blue pregnancy stick that had a plus in the middle.

The real pregnancy stick clenched in my hand.

“Wa-wa-wa-wait!” Harry stuttered, having the music stop as his jaw was dropped.

“Are you-?” He asked and I quickly nodded, watching the huge grin take over his face.

He quickly put the corded microphone in the stand, running to the side stage stairs.

At first I was very confused, but the confusion was quickly cleared up when security ran with him over towards me.

Harry wrapped his arms around me, kissing my lips.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked again, and I nodded, tears falling down my face.

“Oh my god. Y/N!”

“Are you mad?” I asked, afraid I made the wrong choice.

Harry quickly shook his head, the huge smile still placed on his face.

“Why would I be mad? You’re having my baby!” He yelled at the end, the crowd screaming as I laughed.

“Are you mad I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked and he shook his head, wiping the tears off my face.

He quickly dropped to his knees, Helene taking photos as he placed his lips on my stomach.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, carefully pulling me behind him.

We climbed up the stairs, the bright lights hitting my eyes as I stared out into the endless sea of cameras.

“SHE’S HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled into the microphone, the crowd screaming as I blushed.

“And it’s all of his business” I giggled, a huge smile taking over both of our faces.

“My wife ladies and gentleman” Harry cheered, motioning towards me.

“I will finish up kiwi in a second, but I’m just going to ask.. How?” He asked me and I smirked, biting my lower lip out of nerves.

“How what?”

“How did you do this without me knowing.. I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE LYING TO ME!” He pointed his finger at me, myself laughing.

“I KEPT IT A SECRET THOUGH! I’m more impressed that your fans did!” I gave a round of applause to the crowd, not being able to take the smile off my face even if I wanted to.

I watched Harry finish his show, nursing the bottle of water on side stage.

When the show ended, his team and I made our way towards his dressing room.

I got settled on the couch, waiting for my husband to enter the room.

I definitely wasn’t feeling good.

The heat of the stage, and the thousands of people along with the nerves was definitely making my stomach feel queasy.

Morning sickness has been quite the challenge, and hiding it from Harry has been almost just as miserable.

The door quickly opened and I watched him enter shirtless, his eyes darting around the room before finding me.

He very quickly made his way over to me, throwing himself on top of me.

“Woah” I laughed, glad he braced himself on the edge of the sofa.

“You’re having my baby” He muttered and I laughed, nodding.

“You going to keep repeating it?” I questioned and he nodded.

“You’re having my baby” He said again, taking his face out of the crook of my neck.

“I am”

“Holy shit you’re having my baby” He repeated, yet again and I giggled, nodding.

“YOU’RE HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled, jumping back, startling me.

“I am” I reassured and he laughed, his head thrown back out of pure joy.

“Holy crap” He breathed out, and I sat on the couch, still slightly startled by his outburst.

“Do you need a moment? Would you like me to leave?” I asked and he quickly shook his head.

“You’re never leaving my sight ever. You’re going to be attached to my hip for the rest of our lives” He told me and I grinned.

“That's how we got in this situation” I teased and he smirked back at me.

“I can’t.. You’re having my baby” He yet again told me and I just laughed, nodding.

We sat in this green room for about 10 minutes of Harry pacing back and forth in disbelief. Every once in a while walking over to kiss or hug me.

“We tried for so long.. For so so so long to having a baby.. And you’re pregnant. Oh my god you’re fucking pregnant Y/N” He laughed, giddiness to every single word that left his pretty little mouth.

“Are you sure you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked again, anxiety creeping up.

“Of course not baby. I love that you included my fans. All of my favorite people told me the best news ever. I love you so fucking much! Oh my god you’re going to be the best mum ever! I impregnated you. You’re having my baby. Holy shit I’m having a baby!” He grinned, standing in front of me with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m going to spoil the hell out of this child. I hope it’s a girl. I want to buy her all the dresses and the sparkly things and-” He started rambling and I laughed, standing up and pressing my lips against his.

“One step at a time darling. We’re having a baby” I whispered, pecking his lips softly.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated to me and I nodded, both of us smiling.

“I’ll remind you again later, but our first appointment is before we leave for Manchester. It’s two days before” I informed him and he nodded, pulling out his phone.

“I put it into our shared calendar while you were on stage” I grinned and he smirked at me.

“You had everything figured out didn’t you” He gave me a look and I nodded, grinning as I bit my lower lip.

“Everyone knew but you. Your mum knows. So does Gem” I told him and he shook his head at me, trying to hold in the smile.

“Am I the last one to know?” He asked and I shrugged, trying to hold back my own sneaky smile.

“Y/N” he shook his head at me and my smile broke out.

“I’m sorry! I was excited! We’re having a baby!” I yelled, throwing my arms out to my sides.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated, making me giggle.

“We’re having a baby” I replied back in a soft voice.

“Oh I have so many plans! The nursery, the outfits! Oh the outfits! I’m buying that baby gucci everything! Head to toe. Gucci” He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

“But what about Saint Luarent?” I asked and he gave me the stink eye.

“We absolutely will not be dressing my baby in Saint Laurent”

“Why!” I cackled and he shook his head at me, still grinning.

“The styles name won’t be caught dead in Saint Laurent” He told me and this time I rolled my eyes.

“You literally wore Saint Laurent the other day”

“That’s not the same. My baby will be dressed better than me. This baby is my pride and joy. It will be carrying the family name. The legacy. Gucci, and Gucci only”

“But what about your mum's homemade outfits?” I asked and he sighed.

“Fine. Gucci and my mums homemade outfits”

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Red Cuffs

Summary: Harry gets thrown a pair of red cuffs on stage but little do the fans know that he takes them home and uses them on y/n.

Not a request

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, handcuff usage, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, roughness, biting, hair pulling, absolute filth

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LIVE ON TOUR HARRY

Harry bends down slowly, picking up something a fan thew on stage, “Now, what is this?” He asks with laugher attached to his voice, “Come on now… this is a family show.”

He stands back up, putting his mic back onto the stand and holding up a pair of red fluffy cuffs with his pointer finger.

The fans scream because they know what’s coming next.

“Or is it?”

The lights go down and the bands starts playing the intro to Kiwi.

You see Harry’s shadow move back by the drums to probably get a sip of water before running back up to the mic.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes..”

——

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Harry does his walk after the whale, thanking the fans and bowing, “Thank you!” He waves, standing there amazed at how well he’s doing, “Goodnight!”

Harry runs off the stage, wrapping his sweaty arm around your waist, pulling you along with him.

No words were exchanged until you were in the car.

“That was a great show, babe!” You smile and lean over to kiss him, “Not so much a family show, but it was great.” You laugh and sit back to buckle your seat belt.

“You see some wild things, baby. Some wild things.” He starts to undress to put on his robe, “Also.” He leans forward, reaching into his back pocket, “Snagged you something.”

He tosses the cuffs from the stage onto your lap, “Thought you’d like them.”

Your mouth drops and you look over at him, “You did not keep these.”

He nods as he kicks his pants off, “I sure did.”

You pick them up, “Wow these are..” you inspect them, “Not real, so you know what that means.” You bite your lip and look over at him.

He pulls his robe over his arms and turns towards you, “Hmm?” He tilts his head, waiting for you to finish because he wants to hear you say it.

“I want you to use these on me.”

——

You get back to the hotel, quickly making your way up to your suite.

“I’m going for a shower babe, care to join?” Harry walks into the bathroom and starts the shower before walking back out. You set your bag on the table and turn towards him, “Okay.”

You smile as you walk up to him, his skin still slightly sticky from the sweat his robe held on him, “Help me get this off?” You turn around for him to unzip your dress.

He glides the zipper down with ease, pulling the straps down your arms and letting it fall to the floor. He spins you around and lifts you up, walking into the bathroom.

You look down at him, “I still have my underwear on.”

“Do you like these ones?”

You shrug, “eh, they’re not my fa-“

You hear the fabric rip and Harry pulls them off, “All gone.”

You shake your head and smirk, “Impatient are we?”

“I can’t wait to use those cuffs on you.” He pecks your lips before stepping into the shower and setting you down.

Your shower is pretty much a normal shower, all but the teasing each other and hot make out sessions every time you brush your ass against him.

He shuts the water off and you step out, wrapping a towel around your body.

Harry gets out and wraps one around his waist, “So you said they’re not real? What do you mean by that?”

“Oh they have the release thing. You can unlock them without a key.” You start to blow dry your hair and Harry nods, “Alright.”

He stands there, hair still dripping as he debates on ripping your towel off right then and there, “Are you done yet?”

You flip the hair dryer off and set it down, turning towards him with a smirk, “Do you want me to be?”

He smirks and moves towards you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh all the way to the bed, “You lost something.”

You point to the towel on the floor and Harry looks down at his naked body, “Don’t need it for this part.”

He opens your towel, his lips kiss up your stomach and between your boobs. He kisses up to your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, “You looked so hot on stage tonight.”

He smirks against your lips, “You looked so hot just standing there watching me.” His hand slides down your body, pressing between your legs, “We’re you this wet the whole time?”

You shrug, “Is that really a question?”

He chuckles and plunges two fingers into you, swallowing your moans, “Did you think about this?”

You nod, “Oh yes. I did.” Your back arches off the bed as he rubs that sweet little spot hidden right inside, “F-fuck.”

He leans down, taking the skin of your neck between his teeth and sucking on it. Your moans grow louder the longer he toys with you.

“Need you.” You whimper out, “P-please.”

“I want to play a little bit, baby. I promise you’ll get me, just be patient.” His words are soft, quiet. His fingers work faster, causing you to squirm in pleasure.

You let out a whimper and tangle your fingers into his hair as he goes back to leaving little love bites all over your neck, “H-harry.”

“Cum for me, then you can have me.”

His words are addicting. You could listen to him talk dirty to you all day and night.

“I’ll put the cuffs on you if you’re a good girl and cum for me.”

You moan and clench around his fingers. Your hand tights and tugs the hair that you have a hold of, “F-fuck. Fuck, shit.”

Your eyes roll back and your body arches, pleasure consumes you for a short time before you’re riding you high down. Harry’s fingers slowly pull out of you and you look up at him, “Was I a good girl?”

He smirks and brings his fingers up to your lips, “Yes you were.”

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking the slick that came with them off. He watches as you swirl your tongue around them, humming as you do.

“Where did you put them?” He withdrawals his fingers and stands up.

“Table. In my purse.”

He nods and walks over to get them. He holds them with his pointer finger and spins them around, “You want these on you?”

You sit up and nod, “I do.”

“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”

“What am I? Under arrest?” You giggle and turn around, sitting on your calves as you look back at him.

“Under arrest for being sexy.” He can’t help but laugh and he shakes his head, “Sorry. I didn’t think that would sound as funny.”

You laugh and sigh, “Oh harry.”

He slides the fluffy red feathers down your arms, ticking them which causes you to twitch your arm.

He pushes the button and the on side opens, “Mm.”

You bite your lip as he clicks it over your left wrist.

He does the same with the right and your heart starts beating faster, you can hear it thumping in your ears.

“Fuck, you look so hot.” Harry groans lowly and pumps his cock a few times, “Bend over baby.”

You lean forward, laying your cheek flat on the bed. You take a deep breathe, slightly shaking with excitement as Harry lays his hands on your asscheeks and gently pulls them apart.

He pushes his face into your wet cunt, licking and slurping up the wetness. You gasp and moan loudly, pushing your hips back slightly. He keeps his hands on your ass, squeezing and digging his finger tips into your skin.

“Fuck, harry. That feels so, so good.” You pull your wrists slightly, whimpering at the thought of not being able to touch him.

He moans against you, dipping his tongue in and out of you a bunch of times before leaning back. He gets onto his knees behind you, tapping his cock on your folds a few times before pushing the tip in.

You gasp and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

He pushes his cock inside of you slowly, painfully slow.

You let out a loud moan, pulling your wrists apart, “Shit, Harry.”

His hand comes down to rest on your lower back, fingers intertwined with your one hand. His other hand holds your hips, slowly guiding it back to rise off and fall back down into his cock.

“Fuck, this is such a hot thing to look at.” He moans and thrusts his hips slowly to meet yours, “Fuck yeah.”

Moans slip from your lips repeatedly, growing louder as he pushes deeper inside of you and holding it there. He takes his other hand and holds the center of the cuffs, “If this hurts, let me know.”

“yeah, okay.” You try to nod but your head is pushed too close to the bed, “I’m okay, baby. I just need you to fuck me.”

He chuckles slightly and nods, “Alright.”

He pulls down on the cuffs, using that as leverage to pull you back down onto his cock when he goes to thrust back in.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans and tilts his head back, “Shit your pussy is amazing.”

He grips the cuffs tighter and leans down slightly, his eyes gave over your bent over body in front of him.

You moan and squeeze his hand, “Fuck, Harry. I’m goi-“

“I can feel you, baby. Go ah-ahead and cum.” He moans and tries to keep the pace steady, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum myself.”

You moan and clench around him, pushing your hips into his, “Fuckfuck, shit.” You moan loudly into the bed, digging your nails into his hand.

Harry’s thrusts get sloppy as he pulls out and shoots his cum all over your lower back, “Fuck, baby.”

You turn your head, panting as you get air into your lungs.

Harry reaches over and grabs your towel, wiping off your lower back before he hits the release button on the cuffs.

“Are you okay, y/n? Your wrists look a little red.” Harry rubs his fingers over the indentations of where the metal was pulled against your skin.

You roll over and plop on your back, bringing your wrists up to inspect them, “I’m fine, babe. I promise.”

You smile and reach up for him, “Cuddle me please?”

He smiles and cleans himself off before falling onto the bed next to you. You roll over and lay your arm and leg over his body and he covers you guys up with the blanket, “So what you’re saying is, if I get thrown another pair of cuffs, I need to bring them home?”

“Only if they look durable.”

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Just another smut one shot that came to mind.

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