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KARMA
In which y/n tends to make a lot of spontaneous decisions when she’s drunk, and Harry’s a tattoo artist. 
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On any average work day, Harry sees a lot of people come through his tattoo shop.
The majority of them are people who’ve gotten tattoos before – usually big burly men who come in to add a new tat to their sleeve, or teenage girls getting a secret butterfly on their side boob. There are the artsy people who come in for some detailed line work, and there are the silly drunk people who get a smiley face tattooed on their ass. Sometimes he’ll have someone come in for their first tattoo ever, shaking in their seat and tearing up before the tattoo gun even touches their skin.
Very rarely does he have someone come in for a piercing. But when they do, they’re usually older girls coming in for a helix or a belly button piercing. 
Not five year old girls, wearing sparkly pink shoes and a sunflower printed dress. 
“Hi!” Harry’s eyes flicker up to the lady standing behind the little kid. “Do you guys pierce ears here?”
“Erm… for her?” Harry says skeptically, pointing at the little girl. She can’t be older than five years old, standing with her thumb in her mouth and hiding behind the legs of the lady she’d come inside with. The lady seems young, probably the same age as him or a bit younger. He assumes the little girl must be her daughter. 
“Yup!” the mom exclaims (or maybe a nanny, or aunt… Harry doesn’t really know. Or care.) “We wanna get her ears pierced for her birthday!” She looks down at the little girl with a glimmer in her eyes. 
Harry contemplates saying no, he really does. He doesn’t like having kids in his shop— or anywhere near him if we’re being honest. They have snotty noses and sticky fingers and cry way too loud for him to be able to tolerate them. But this little girl seems relatively nice…  she’s been quiet so far, and her nose is clean. Plus, the shop’s not busy today. Even if she did start crying, she wouldn’t scare any customers away. So he decides to be nice – just this one time.
“Sure,” he sighs. “I can do her.” He decides to do it himself instead of assigning the job to one of his employees. He’s been here the longest and has the steadiest hands, so he can get this over with the quickest. 
He has the woman (y/n, he learns from the paperwork) sign a couple of papers, then has the two of them pick through the earring options that they have on display.
“Which one do you like the best, Lola?” Harry overhears her asking the little girl. Or– Lola, as he’s overheard. 
Lola, still sucking her thumb, points to a pair of heart-shaped pink studs. “Tha’ one,” she says through her stuffed mouth.
“Oh, the hearts are so pretty!” y/n says giddily. “Good choice sweetheart.” She looks up at Harry. “Could we get those ones, please?”
He nods, and makes note of it in their paperwork. 
“Follow me,” he says, leading them into the back room where he usually does the piercings. He motions towards a black, leather table that his clients usually sit or lay down on when getting their piercings done. The table is too tall for little Lola to climb onto all by herself, so y/n picks her up and plops her down on the seat. Her little sparkly shoes dangle from the edge, hanging two feet above the floor. 
Harry washes his hands and takes out his sterilized materials from the cabinet in the room, as well as the pair of pink earrings that Lola has requested. A pair of black gloves fit onto his hands tightly. He then sits on a little rolly stool and rolls over to where she’s sitting on the bench. 
“M’gonna disinfect your ears now,” he says to the little girl, tearing open a package of alcohol swabs. She just nods quietly, thumb in mouth. He can tell that Lola is nervous, her eyes wide and scared with her legs swinging nervously. She keeps looking over at y/n, who’s sitting on a chair right next to the table. 
“Are you excited Lola?” she asks enthusiastically, trying to hype the little girl up. 
It doesn’t work. Lola’s little eyes start to grow watery, her chin wobbling as she shakes her head no. “M’scared,” she whines, a frown taking over her face. 
Harry rolls away as soon as he sees the tears. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Oh no, Lola!” she exclaims, squatting in the spot Harry had just been. She grabs Lola’s hands in hers and looks into the little girl’s tearful eyes. “Don’t be scared! We don’t have to pierce your ears if you don’t wanna baby.”
“But I do!” Lola whimpers. 
“Well then what’s the problem bubs?” she asks soothingly.
Lola looks at Harry, then leans over to (not so successfully) whisper in y/n’s ear. “He’s scary,” she says, the pout on her face only deepening. Y/n looks over at Harry helplessly.
Ah, yes. He supposes his all black clothes, tattooed arms, and black painted nails weren’t doing much to comfort the little girl… maybe he is a little scary.
“Hey,” he says rolling back to the table, his voice somewhat softer than the deep, grumpy rumble it had been before.  He’s gonna have to really up the niceness if he wants to get through the session smoothly. “Nothing to be scared of, little lady. It’ll just take a second and s’not even gonna hurt.” He gives a tight smile, the best he can muster up despite his apprehensiveness about talking to a kid on the verge of tears. 
“Y’hear that, bubs?” she reassures the little girl with a big smile on her face. She plays with Lola’s hands encouragingly. “Come one, you’re a big girl. You can do it!”
Lola sniffles deeply and wipes her eyes with her tiny fists. “M’a big girl,” she affirms with a confident nod. 
“Good girl!” y/n says, giving Lola a stellar high five. She gets up from where she’d been squatting and goes back to her seat, letting Harry roll back to where he’d previously been.
“I’m going to wipe your ears again, okay? We’ve gotta make sure they’re nice and clean.” Harry explains. He’s added a bit of an enthusiastic kick to his voice, really selling the “I’m not a big meanie!” vibe to Lola. She nods, a few leftover tears hanging onto her long eyelashes.
She winces when the cold wipe touches her earlobe, and Harry fears for his life. Was every little thing going to make this little girl cry? He decides to distract her. “How old are you, Lola?” He asks the first question that comes to mind. 
She holds up five fingers. “Wow! Five years old!” he bursts. “You’re a big girl!” 
That makes her smile and nod happily. Harry internally lets out a sigh of relief. He got a smile out of her, who would’ve thought! 
He takes a sterile pen and marks two dots on Lola’s earlobe for where the piercing would go. “What do you think?” he says, turning to y/n. She nods and holds up an excited thumbs up. 
“Okay, Lola,” Harry says nervously, pulling out the needle he’d be using to pierce her ear. He cleans it below the table so that the little girl doesn’t see it and start crying. “M’gonna need you to stay very still for this next part. Okay, sweetheart?” Lola agrees, but her composure falters when he brings the needle into view. “I know it’s a little scary, but I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me? Be a brave girl for me?”
She nods her head. “Brave,” she mumbles to herself. “Brave girl.”
He realizes that the clamps that he usually uses for piercing ears is too big for Lola’s small earlobes – but it’s okay. He’s done so many impromptu piercings that he has a shit ton of experience not using the proper equipment. Instead, he just holds the skin of her earlobe tightly and stretches it taut so that the needle would go in smoothly. 
“Okay Lola, take a deep breath in,” he instructs gently, piercing the needle through her skin in one smooth motion, “...and out.” He quickly follows through with the heart shaped studs and secures it with the backing. “You did it! One ear done!” 
She looks up at him confused. “That was it?” she asks, reaching her hand up to feel if the earring is actually there. 
Harry catches her little hand and brings it down to her lap before it makes contact with her piercing. “Ah, ah-” he tuts, “we can’t touch it okay? You gotta let it heal or else it’ll start to hurt.” He notices the way her little fingers wrap around his hand as he holds them still in her lap. “Are you ready to do the other ear?” he asks patiently.
She nods a bit more enthusiastically this time, no longer scared.
“Atta girl!” he exclaims, piercing the other ear in the same manner. He sanitizes her ears one last time and makes sure that everything is secure before holding up a mirror for the little girl to see her reflection in. “What do you think?”
Lola’s eyes go round, glimmering happily. “Pretty,” she says, looking at y/n for confirmation.
“So pretty, Lola!” she exclaims, standing up and pinching the little girl’s cheek. “M’so proud of you, you’re such a big girl! Thank you…” she looks at Harry, trailing off at the fact that she doesn’t know his name. 
“Harry,” he fills in for her. He rolls away from Lola and throws away the trash.
She smiles softly. “Thank you, Harry.” 
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It’s a quiet night at the tattoo shop, which Harry is thankful for. 
There’d been a few appointments earlier in the day, larger pieces that people had scheduled months in advance because they took a lot of consultations and took long chunks of time to tattoo – but there had barely been any walk-ins. It’s a Thursday night, so of course his business isn’t bustling the way it would be on a Saturday. 
Harry decides to start cleaning up – if he’s lucky, nobody else would venture in before their closing time and he’d be able to get home a bit early. (His little cat is waiting for him at home!) He wipes down the tattoo chairs and puts away all the needles, sweeps the floors and turns off the lights in the staff room in silence, until suddenly, he hears the bell above the door ring and someone clumsily stumbles in. It’s y/n. 
Harry looks at her. She looks at him. 
“Hi…?” Harry says, his voice a little doubting, a little bit confused. Why was she back? 
She stands in front of him nervously. “Um…” she’d stumbled into the tattoo shop with such confidence, but finds herself suddenly nervous and unable to speak under Harry’s intimidating gaze. “Hi.”
She won’t lie– she’s a little, teensy weensy bit drunk right now. She’d been at the bar across the street with a couple of her girlfriends, just hanging out and having fun, when she spilled to them about the hot tattoo artist who worked at the shop across the street. 
She’s had plenty of fleeting crushes in her life, but none have been as quick and captivating as her crush on Harry. With his deep voice, green eyes, and tan skin, he’s cast some sort of spell on her. She’d been in his presence for what… a total of 45 minutes? And yet she can’t get him off her mind!
He was just… really hot! And he had that sexy, mysterious vibe to him…. With all those tattoos and the rings and the black eyeliner… gosh he was straight out of some bad boy romance novel! If it weren’t for the fact that she’d been with her five-year old goddaughter when she met him for the first time, she’s sure she would’ve started acting up. He was just so attractive! 
In her tipsy state, with her cheeks warm and a fuzzy feeling in her chest, she couldn’t help but rant to her friends about it. She’d met the hottest guy ever, and she’d never have the chance to see him again! It was tragic!
Well… it doesn’t have to be that way, her friends told her. What was stopping her from heading over to the tattoo shop right now? 
No, she thought to herself. Going over to the tattoo shop, drunk, with absolutely nothing to say except Hi, I think you’re hot? She could never do that…
The vodka lemonade in her system said otherwise, though. That, along with all her friends who hyped her, had somehow managed to convince her to venture across the street and visit her dreamy tattoo man! 
So now she’s in his tattoo shop, with absolutely no idea of what to say or how to act. 
“How can I help you?” he asks after a tense second of silence. 
“Um…” she doesn’t really have a game plan, but she decides on the spot, “I want a piercing.” 
“A piercing?” he clarifies. She nods. “Okay… where?” 
She points to the shell of her ear. “You want a helix piercing?” he asks once more.
“Yeah,” she says confidently, accompanied by an eager nod of her head.
“Okay…” he mulls it over for a second. “Are you… y’know– like, in the right headspace to do this?” Something is telling him that she’s not completely sober, and he doesn’t want to do something that she’d regret. 
“Yeah, yeah!” She brushes it off nonchalantly,  “I only had like, one drink! And I’ve been meaning to get a piercing, especially after I came in here with Lola.” 
The first half of that was a lie– she had like, three drinks. But, it is true that she’d been thinking about getting her helix pierced for a while. She’d always thought they were cool, and had thought to herself that she’d like to get it done. She just never had taken any initiative on that thought… until right now, at least.
“If you say so…” He’s still a bit doubtful, but he supposes his slight suspicion isn’t enough of a reason to refuse service to her. 
He brings her the paperwork on a clipboard and gets all his required equipment out as she fills it out. “Which do you want?” he asks her, pointing to the wide variety of helix piercing options displayed. 
“Um…what do you recommend?” She’s normally much more prepared and would have done a bunch of research on what kind of jewelry would heal best or what type of metal was safest… but again, this decision was kind of made on a whim.
“I always tell clients to start off with a stud, and then if you want you can switch it out for a hoop once the piercing has healed.” 
“Yeah, that sounds good.” A pretty, butterfly shaped stud catches her eye. “Can I do that one, please?”
He nods. Grabbing his equipment, he decides that y/n is gonna be the last customer of the night, so he flips the sign on the front of the door to read closed, and leads her into the backroom, the same room where he’d pierced Lola’s ears.
“Where’s your daughter?” he asks, turning on the lights. Y/n follows behind him, and sits on the bench that he guides her towards. 
“Oh, she’s not mine!” “She’s not?” Harry had assumed that was her daughter with how close they were and how easily y/n comforted the little girl. 
“Lola’s my goddaughter!” she bubbles. “She’s at home with her parents right now. I just got to take her out this week for a little pre-birthday surprise.” 
“That’s cute,” he hums. With a pair of black gloves on his hands, he rips open the sanitizing pad and stands in front of y/n. The cool alcohol wipe feels refreshing against her ear, a striking contrast to how flushed her face feels. 
Harry’s eyes are dark and stern as he focuses on his job. His knuckles nudge her chin, angling her head in a way so he could clean the backs of her ears too. She’s looking up at him with wide eyes, captivated by his every movement. With how close he’s standing to her, she can feel his breaths against her cheek, see the sparks of gold embedded in his green irises. She can’t help herself from staring at his pretty pink lips, how they pout as he marks the spot he wants to pierce. 
Now, usually it makes Harry really uncomfortable when people stare at him while he’s doing their tattoo or giving a piercing. He’d rather they just close their eyes, or stare at the staring, anywhere else but at him! But with her… he doesn’t fully mind it. She’s kind of cute, he has to admit.
He holds up a mirror for her. “Look good?”
She nods. She barely looks into the mirror and doesn’t overthink the placement of it at all. Somehow, she trusts Harry wholeheartedly. 
He takes the needle out of its sterile packaging, and y/n eyes it nervously. “Do helix piercings… hurt a lot?” she asks with a timid voice. The sight of a needle coming towards her face has sobered her up quite a bit. 
“Not necessarily.” He notices her nervous eyes, “They obviously hurt more than a lobe piercing, since it’s cartilage, but s’only like a pinch.” 
She still looks frightened. “Can you, um– count?”
His eyes narrow slightly, and she feels like he’s judging her. But he agrees nonetheless. “Sure. Ready?” She nods her head as best as she can with her ear pinched between his fingers. “3…2…1.” She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a sharp breath as the needle pierces through her cartilage.
She exhales with a shaky breath. “Ow,” her eyes open, stinging with tears. 
He looks at her with a furrow in his brow. If she knew him better, she’d know that he’s concerned. But since they’re practically strangers, it just looks like he’s annoyed with her. “Did it hurt?” he asks.
“Little bit,” she mumbles. “I think it’s just the thought of a needle that’s making me a wuss. I’m not good with needles.” She sniffles a bit, but her tears aren’t heavy enough to fall from her lashes. 
“Well that was the hard part,” he says, somewhat reassuringly. He follows through with the butterfly shaped stud, and secures it in the back. 
He holds the mirror up for her once more, and she gazes at her own reflection in awe. “It’s so pretty,” she whispers. The butterfly glimmers prettily on her ear, the jewels that make up the wings shining under the white lighting. He sanitizes the piercing once more, then takes a step back.
“Make sure you avoid touching the piercing, ‘cos that’ll irritate it and also potentially infect it. Little bit of swelling and redness is fine for the first few days, but if it persists or gets infected then go to the doctors.” He takes his gloves off and throws his trash into the bin, then grabs a bottle of an aftercare solution, “Y’have to wash it 2-3 times a day for the next 3 weeks, then once a day after that. Don’t go swimming or submerge it under water, don’t pick at it or play with the piercing, avoid sleeping on it. And if you think anything is wrong then feel free to come back and we’ll check it out for you, yeah?” 
She nods her head diligently. “How long does it take to fully heal?” 
“Helix piercings take anywhere from six months to two years to fully heal. The better you take care of it, the better it’ll heal.”
Her eyes widen, “I didn’t know piercings took so much work.”
He eyes her curiously. “What made you decide to get pierced today if you didn’t know anything about it?”
“Oh, I was just… like in a fun mood,” she explains, avoiding the fact that the only reason she’d come in here was because she wanted to see him, the hot tattoo artist she’d been fantasizing about for the past week. “Me and my friends perform at the bar across the street every Thursday night, and we got some drinks afterwards and I just… decided to do it.” She smiles nervously.
“You perform?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah!” she bubbles excitedly. “I mean, I just play the keys, but my friend is a really good singer and it’s a lot of fun. S’right across the street, you should check it out one day!” 
He hums. “Maybe one day.” 
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Y/n didn’t really think much of it when she told Harry to come check out one of their performances. It just kind of… slipped out. 
She didn’t think he’d actually show up! In fact, she thought she’d totally fumbled with him! She just got a piercing from him, and that’s it. No phone numbers, no flirting, nothing.
But here he is, sitting at a bar waiting for her as she walks off stage. 
“Ruby,” she whispers to the lead singer of their band. “He’s here.”
“Who?” Ruby whispers back, looking around inconspicuously.
“The tattoo artist,” y/n says nervously. 
Ruby’s eyes widen. “Where?!” she gasps excitedly. 
“Long hair, sitting by the bar with a drink.” 
Ruby finds him easily, “Girl… he’s hot.” 
Y/n nods. “What do I do?” 
“Go talk to him, duh!” Ruby spares another glance towards Harry. “He’s looking at you. Go over there right now, or I’ll do it for you.” 
Y/n’s palms sweat and she looks at Ruby helplessly. She’s nervous! But Ruby just raises her eyebrow and gives her a look, one that tells her to suck it up and go flirt with her dream man. 
With a deep breath, she walks to the bar, eyes glued to the floor and desperately avoiding Harry’s eyes until she’s right in front of him. “Hi,” she says.
He takes a sip of his drink, some type of golden whiskey sitting in a crystal glass. His eyes glimmer with familiarity. “Hi.”
“You came,” she says, fingers twisting behind her back. 
“I did.” He flags the bartender down. “Are you drinking anything?” 
“Oh, um… just a strawberry marg.” She smiles to herself– he’s buying her a drink! That must mean something, right? “How much of the show did you see?”
“Just the end. Had to close up shop and all before I came.” 
She nods understandingly. “How, um… What did you think?” Her drink arrives and she takes a long, nervous sip.
“It was good. You were great up there.” 
Her cheeks grow warm and she hopes Harry can’t tell how happy that small comment made her. “Thanks,” she says with a soft smile. 
He takes another sip of his drink, and says nothing more. He’s got an intimidating demeanor, one that makes y/n shrink into herself, and yet she doesn’t want to leave his side. She’s attracted to him, obviously, but also intrigued. His mysterious ways have captured her attention, his quiet personality something y/n wants to unravel.
She coughs dryly, even though her throat doesn’t itch or anything, and awkwardly takes a sip of her drink. She wishes she had something to say to Harry, and wonders if she should just walk away to save herself from this painful silence. 
“Y/n!” One of her bandmates, Benji, somehow hears her prayers and wraps his arms around her shoulder. “Killed it on the keys tonight! So groovy babe, you’re amazing.”
“Thanks Benji,” she mumbles, her face heating at the extravagant attention he’s drawn to them. Harry observes her quietly, not even acknowledging Benji’s presence – just watching her. He takes another long, quiet sip of his drink. 
“This a friend of yours?” Benji asks, nodding towards Harry. His arms are still wrapped around her shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down her arm warmly. She can feel Harry eyeing the contact.
She clears her throat. “Yeah, this is Harry. He tattoos at the shop across the street.”
“Oh, sick! Nice to meet you man.”
Harry tips his drink in acknowledgement, but still says nothing. 
“Listen– me, Ruby, and Char are heading to Nora’s apartment in like, thirty minutes. You wanna come with? You can ride with me.”
Y/n glances at Harry, but he’s looking down at his drink, swirling it softly. The ice clinks in his glass softly, somehow standing out to y/n’s ear despite how loud the bar is. “Um, I’ll let you know, okay? I’ll text.” Benji pats her arm with an affirming nod, and heads back to his table where the rest of their friends are sitting. 
“S’that your boyfriend?” Harry says, finally looking up. His brows are furrowed, as usual, and his green eyes stare at her intensely. 
“Oh, Benji?” she laughs. “No way. He’s dating Nora.”
He hums. “No boyfriend at all, then?” 
She shakes her head softly, “No boyfriend.”
“Good,” he says, setting his glass down. “Would suck if I was trying to hook up with a girl who’s taken.”
Pause. 
 “You– what?” Her heart stutters in her chest, and she forgets how to breathe. “You want… with me?” 
He sets the drink down and stands from his stool, towering over her. Looking at her with those intense, green eyes, he unabashedly glances down at her lips. “What are you doing after this?”
“Um.” Benji’s invitation flashes through the forefront of her mind. Her eyes flicker between his nervously, looking for any signs that he might be messing with her. He’s dead serious. “Nothing.”
“I live just a little bit away. Do you want to come to mine?” 
“To yours? To um– like, you know…” her brain is going haywire and she can’t get a proper sentence out. “Like to… hook up?”
He nods, eyes hard but honest. “Would you want that?”
“Yeah!” She realizes how eager she sounds, and tones it down. “I mean, yes. I’d want that. I would want to go to yours and would like to, um… you know. I would wanna…” She stumbles over her words, struggling to formulate her thoughts into coherent words. She shakes her head and looks at the ground shyly, embarrassed that she can’t get it out.
Harry steps forward, lifts her chin, and gives her a kiss – mostly to shut her up, but also to test the waters, see if the chemistry is there. Her eyes flutter shut, her hands lifting softly with the intention of grabbing onto his arms, but too shy to actually touch him, so they just hang in the air between them. Harry, on the other hand, cups her jaw with the hand that he’d use to tilt her chin upwards, while the other hand rests on her hip. He puckers his lips softly against hers, sucking her bottom lip gently. 
His grip on her hip tightens as they kiss, and she relaxes into his touch. The whirlwind of thoughts disappears in the kiss, the anxiety of trying to speak with him and knowing how and where to touch him vanishes in seconds. Her hands finally feel comfortable enough to touch him, resting gently on his chest, fingers grabbing onto his shirt unconsciously. He pulls away with a soft click. When her eyes gently flutter open, glazed over with puppy-like eagerness, he confirms to himself that the chemistry is definitely there.
“Ready to go, then?”
+++
Harry’s apartment is oddly nothing like y/n expected. 
From his rugged exterior, you’d think his home would be dark and grungy, like himself. But he lives in a cute apartment, quaint and cozy. The building is in a nice area, with an apparently new lock and intercom system that y/n envies (getting into her building is a hassle – her key always gets stuck and she’s always getting calls from people who want the person in room 316. She lives in 318!). He keys them in with a small fob attached to a key chain, and she follows him through the lobby, up the elevator, down the hallway, and into his apartment.
A sweet little white cat with pretty blue eyes sits in front of the door as they walk in. She meows up at Harry, and tangles herself between his legs, her fluffy tail twirling behind her softly. “You don’t mind cats or anything, do you?” Harry asks.
“No, not at all!”
“This is Dandie,” he murmurs. Harry picks the cat up into his arms, his tattooed arms striking against her delicate white fur. “It’s short for dandelion.” 
“How sweet,” y/n coos, stepping forward. She tries to give Dandie a scratch on the head, but the cat flinches her head away, meowing grumpily. Y/n pouts. 
“Takes a while for her to warm up to people,” Harry explains. “Don’t take it personally.” 
He sets Dandie down, letting her prance away as she pleases while he leads y/n further into his apartment. It’s homey and comfortable, clearly lived in. Harry has dark, espresso colored shelves lined with books and little trinkets, souvenirs and little decorations that you’d find in antique shops. A sage green couch with a chunky knit white blanket draped on top sits in the center of his living room, matching the fluffy white rug that lays under his coffee table. A half full mug of tea sits on a coaster on top of the glass table. It faces the wall with a large television attached to it. 
Underneath the television is a short stand that has a record player sitting on top of it– a fancy one, she might add – with built-in shelves that store all of his records. She wanders towards them, straying away from Harry, who’s gone to the kitchen to set out some food for Dandie. There must be a hundred of them, she thinks to herself, most of them old artists that she’s never heard of. 
He startles her when he walks back into the room, snapping her out of her curious exploration of his home. “Put some food out so Dandie won’t bother us,” he says. Y/n nods, looking at Harry shyly. She’s not very well-versed in this whole… one night stand stuff, and doesn’t really know what to do, so she stands there nervously as he comes closer. She knows that the whole reason she’s here is to hook up with Harry, but she has no idea how to initiate it. She’s not some sexy vixen who knows how to seduce a man – she’s a nervous and clumsy girl who doesn’t know where to put her hands when she kisses someone!
It’s a miracle that she’s managed to somehow capture Harry’s attention, despite the fact that she constantly stumbles over her words and barely knows how to act around him. He’s just like… scarily intimidating! 
Lucky for her, he takes the lead and initiates the contact so that y/n can stop wracking her head over how to relieve the tension between them. He stands in front of her and cups a hand under her jaw, his fingers sliding into her hair.  Although his brows are still furrowed, his eyes are somewhat softer as he looks down at her, flickering between her eyes, then down to her lips. 
Did you want to put a record on?” He asks, eyes still fixated on her lips. 
Her breath hitches in her throat, and her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips. “Can I?” she responds gently. 
He gives an affirming hum, his dark eyes darting back up to hers, searching them intently. His pupils have dilated, his bright green irises now a deeper, forest green. “Anything in particular you wanna listen to?”  
“Um…” she pulls away from and bends down to the height of the shelf to look at his selection. She sees Billy Joel, The White Stripes, The Cranberries… all music that she never really listens to. Oldies aren’t necessarily her taste, she’s more of a Taylor Swift gal. The only artist she recognizes is Fleetwood Mac, which he has a whole selection of. She plays it safe and goes with a vinyl of their “Top Hits,” delicately removing the record from the shelf and standing up with it. 
She’s nervous about setting the record up (it seems like Harry’s a big record guy and she doesn’t want to scratch the vinyl or break the spinner or anything like that), so she gives the record to Harry, who stands closely behind her. With his chest pressed to her back, he wraps his arms around her and takes the vinyl out of her hands, easily taking it out of its case and placing it on the spinner. His soft, warm breaths tickle the back of her neck, and she wonders if she imagined the feeling of his lips skimming her shoulder. 
Delicately, he places the needle on the record and it starts spinning, a warm static noise playing before it fades into the strong piano of the first song. His hands now rest on her hips, large and warm and gentle, and this time she knows that she’s not imagining him pressing kisses along her shoulder, and up to her neck. Goosebumps trail down her spine, and she closes her eyes, subtly tilting her head to the side to give him more access. When his kisses reach the base of her neck, he sucks lightly – not enough to leave a permanent mark, but just enough to make her core pulse and the skin there throb.
His hands trail up her sides, twisting her around slowly so that she’s facing him again. She follows him easily, moony eyes staring up at him in anticipation of his next move. 
He finally leans in for a kiss. Y/n reciprocates eagerly, leaning up to kiss him back. Her eyes shut delicately, ready to fully relax into the kiss –  but he pulls away before she has the chance to fully appreciate the way his lips feel against her. 
Her eyes open and she looks up at him with a pout, concerned and a bit scared about why he might’ve pulled away so soon. He grabs her hands, which had been awkwardly hanging by her sides, and wraps them around his shoulders. 
She feels much more comfortable this way, relieved that Harry has taken the burden of figuring out what to do with her hands away from her. Then he leans down to kiss her again, and she lets him take control.
His blunt, black painted fingernails scratch softly against her scalp as his fingers curl in her hair, holding her steady so that he can kiss her as he pleases. His other hand holds onto her waist, palm resting over her clothes while his thumb sneaks under her shirt to tenderly tease her warm skin. Her stomach jolts at his light touch. Their lips fold over each other perfectly, linking and unlinking in a slow, sultry, continuous kiss. She doesn’t realize that she’s craning her neck upwards trying to get closer and closer to him as they kiss, or that her fingers are unconsciously gripping onto the back of his shirt.
Harry takes a step forward, never breaking their kiss, inching y/n backwards until she’s pressed against the wall. The hand that had been cradling her jaw slides down her neck, then over her shoulder, then presses against the wall to support his weight as he leans over her. His neck bends downwards to reach y/n’s lips so that she doesn’t have to keep getting up on her tippy toes. With a hand on her lower back, he presses her against him, her back arching so that her stomach is pressed against his firm abdomen. 
Although the sexual tension between Harry and y/n had been there since the moment they kissed in the bar, it had been a bit muted. Her anxiety over not embarrassing herself and figuring out how to initiate anything with him had muffled any of her desires, and distracted her from noticing the way Harry was eyeing her hungrily. Now that they’re kissing though, with their bodies pressed together and their hands roaming over each other, the tension is bursting. Y/n feels the heat in her core spreading all over her body, a desperate whimper growing in her chest and spilling out into Harry’s mouth. 
Here she was, kissing the hot tattoo artist that she’d been dreaming about all week, with his firm chest pressed against hers, his thick fingers tangled in her hair, and his pretty pink lips on her mouth. It made her head spin with excitement. She’s no longer embarrassed in communicating her eagerness, whimpering and pressing herself into him even more. 
Harry untangles his lips from hers and buries his face into her neck, kissing her there. She arches her head backwards, letting it knock against the wall to bare the skin of her throat to him. Her fingers untangle from the back of his shirt, only to tangle into his hair, long curly tendrils that she softly grasps as he kisses and sucks at the thin skin of her throat. Harry’s lips are soft and skilled, suckling gently at her most tender spots and breathing warm air over them to make her shiver. She moans softly, and not so subtly presses her hips into his center.
His hands roam her body, going from holding onto her hips, to grazing her ribs, then back down to skim over her ass. His palms feel warm, burning her skin through her clothes as he grips her thighs and lifts her into the air. With his hand under her thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his hips pressing her into the wall, he somehow effortlessly picked her up.
The firm bulge confined in his black jeans presses deliciously against her soft heat, and she rolls her hips forward. With her fingers tangled in his roots, she guides his face back to hers so that she can start kissing him once more, feel his soft lips slick against hers and his warm breath against her face. 
In a spur of the moment decision, Harry tightens his grip on her thighs and pulls her off the wall, carrying her over to the green couch in the center of the room. Laying her down gently, he  breaks their kiss to kneel down on the floor next to her. She props herself up on her elbows and stares down at him with lust-blown eyes and swollen lips, breathing heavily as he teases the button of her denim jeans. 
“Off?” he asks, and she nods eagerly, letting him unbutton, unzip, and undress her without hesitation. She’s left in her plain underwear, which he also peels off, leaving him face to face with her soft folds. His hands find her knees, and she watches him spread her legs open, her pretty pussy blooming like a spring flower.
Harry bites his lip, eyes unblinking and fixated on her center as he inches closer and closer. When she feels his warm breath against her center, she shudders, a warm rush spreading from her core, all the way up her spine. Her breathing visibility quickens, chest rising and falling noticeably enough for Harry to finally look away from her pussy and flicker his eyes up to her. 
“Alright?” he murmurs, warm hands resting soothingly on her thighs. He’s a man of few words, yet he still manages to check in with her.
“Yeah,” she breathes shakily. 
Without saying anything else, he leans in and licks a bold stripe up her center. His tongue dips between her folds, spit mixing with the slick that had gathered there since he first kissed her at the bar. She whines and bucks her hips upwards as soon as he makes contact with her, shutting her eyes when he starts to swirl his tongue round her clit. He makes no noise, face stoic save for the furrow in his brow showing his sheer concentration. 
Pink lips wrap around her clit, sucking lightly and sending a shock throughout her entire body. When she wriggles around, he holds her hips still, his thick fingers pressing firmly into her plushy skin. Her hand shoots down to grip at the edge of his couch, holding herself steady as quiet whimpers escape her throat. She doesn’t want to embarrass herself by moaning obnoxiously, biting her lips to keep her noises in, but Harry’s making it really hard for her with the way he’s sucking her clit. 
When he slides a finger into her pussy, any shame or embarrassment flies out the window. A loud cry escapes her, and she feels herself practically sucking his finger in, eager to finally have something penetrating her. Harry pulls off her clit with a pop and watches his finger disappear into her heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight she feels. He nearly groans out imagining how amazing she’d feel wrapped around his cock. 
Slipping another finger in next to the first, he curls his fingers up and searches for that plushy spot on her front wall. Honestly, just having his fingers inside of her is enough to have her squirming, but when he finds her special spot, she feels her fingers go numb and her lip nearly bursts from how hard she bites down on it. 
He smiles to himself when she clenches around his fingers, a subtle confirmation that he’d indeed found her g-spot and was rubbing his fingers against it in the right way. And if she’s being honest… that smile alone could’ve made her cum. A self assured, cocky smirk, with a dimple piercing his cheek and a smug glimmer in his eye. It makes her head spin, having someone so attractive sitting between her thighs. 
When he leans back down to suck her clit, combined with the feeling of his fingers curling into that plushy spot, a familiar ringing starts in her ears. Before she knows it, she’s cumming around Harry’s fingers, clenching and whining and throwing her head back as pleasure overtakes her body.
It’d been so long since she’d come at the hands of someone other than herself, nevertheless someone as good as Harry. She’d given up on hookup culture and one night stands long ago, opting for her trusty Urban Outfitters vibrator over fake orgasms, and had nearly forgotten how good it felt letting someone else do all the work. How nice it felt to have broad hands skimming over your legs as you cum, or having someone’s lips teasing your skin as you come down from your high. 
Her heart beats sporadically as she calms down, regaining her vision and blinking open her eyes to see Harry kissing her inner thighs. His fingers slip out of her pussy gently, slicked in a glossy layer of her cum, which he licks off casually. Y/n nearly cums again just from seeing that. 
He pushes himself up from the ground to stand. “Up for more?” he asks, pressing down on the bulge in his jeans. Nodding, she sits up on the couch so that she’s face to face with his cock, and undoes the button of his tight, black jeans. She yanks them down to his knees, revealing a pair of black Calvin Kleins, and a large tiger tattoo on his thigh. Momentarily, she gets distracted, tracing the sharp inked teeth of the tiger, feeling the firm muscle of his thigh. But then he palms himself through his briefs, and she remembers the mission she’s on. 
Pulling those down as well, his cock bobs up in front of her face, pink and ruddy tip hypnotizing her as it sways up and down, finally free of its confines. She’s ready to return the favor, licking her lips and eager to get her lips around his cock – not only because she feels obligated to suck him off since he ate her out, but also because his cock is pretty. It’s thick and hard, with veins running up the sides, and he looks clean and well groomed. Her mouth waters, and she wants him in her mouth. But, before she can even lick the tip, he wraps his own fist around it, tilting it away from her mouth. 
Her eyes flicker up from his cock to his face, an upset furrow in her brow, but Harry disregards it. “How do you want it?” he asks instead, too impatient to get sucked off. He’s been dreaming of her warm cunt ever since she came around his fingers.
She says nothing, instead grabbing his hips and pulling him down to sit next to her on the couch. His cock bobs heavily between the two of them as she straddles him, her knees encasing his thick, muscled thighs. “Um… do you– condom?” she asks breathlessly. He wriggles a hand into the back pocket of his pants, which hang around his knees carelessly, and pops a trojan out. 
Ripping the foil with his teeth, he sheaths it onto his cock in less than a minute. Y/n lifts herself up on her knees, lines him up with her pussy, and sinks down gently. With her on top, she sets a slow, easy pace for herself, taking her time as she presses down. He fills her up, inch by inch, stretching her to the brim, and she loves it.
Harry spreads his arms on the back of the couch, casually watching as she lowers himself on his cock. She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight… he throws his head back in ecstacy, relieved to finally have his cock snugly inside of her. Her hands reach backwards to hold onto his knees, lifting herself up and down, angling in a way so that his cockhead rubs against her g-spot everytime she grinds down. 
With his lip between his teeth, his bright green eyes stare as she starts bouncing faster. He reaches a hand out to hold onto her hip, his palm smoothing over her soft skin and guiding her as she lifts herself on his cock. He makes no noises, but he breathes deeply through his nose and watches her with lust-blown pupils, eyelids heavy as if he were drunk. 
Y/n on the other hand, whimpers with every swivel of her hips, cheeks flushed and chest bursting. She’s doing her damn best but being on top is hard! The burning in her thighs is lowkey making her regret climbing onto his lap instead of letting him have his way with her, but just as she’s about to start cramping up, Harry’s other hand leaves the couch to grip her hip. With both hands burning on her hipbones, he helps her bounce up and down on his cock.
She relaxes now, his strong hands helping her immensely and letting her start focusing on the burning orgasm bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She falls forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her chest against his, whining into his ear when his cockhead kisses her g-spot each time he pulls her down. He grunts quietly when her fingernails dig into the muscles of his shoulders, and whispers a quiet praise in her ear. 
“Yeah, that’s good,” he murmurs with a low voice – that sends her over the edge. She clenches around his thick length, squeezing her thighs tightly around his hips as she lets out a choked moan, a quiet ohmygod escaping her through her orgasm.
She flutters around his cock the same way she’d done around his fingers and his vision goes white, throwing his head back on the couch and letting his eyes blink shut in bliss. A lazy smile overtakes his face as her pussy milks his cock, and he releases in long warm spurts into the condom. 
She breathes heavily in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and holding on for dear life, while Harry sits there casually, blissed out and fully content. His hands rub over the skin of her bare thighs gently, thumbs tracing soft circles as her shaky breaths start to even out. She pulls her face out of his neck, and looks down at him with blown out eyes and hot cheeks.
“Good?” he asks with a cocky smirk, the cutest dimple in his cheek.
She nods breathlessly, fluttering her eyes unbelievingly. “Wow,” is all she can say. Harry chuckles cutely.
He’s still fitted snugly inside of her, so she lifts herself off his cock, hissing at the feeling of being empty after he filled her up so well. Harry takes the sloppy condom off of his prick and ties it off, standing up when y/n shuffles off of his lap to throw it out in the kitchen.
When he walks back in, cock bare and swinging about, y/n is getting herself dressed and ready to go. If there’s anything she hates more than the awkwardness that comes before hooking up with someone for the first time, it’s the awkwardness that comes after you actually have sex. She always felt insecure, extra vulnerable, and a little bit nervous… and she never knew what to do with herself. So even though she could really go for a cuddle or something right now, she gets herself dressed and ready to head home. That’s what you do after a one night stand, right? 
Harry seems a lot more… relaxed than she’d expected, though. She was worried he’d be rushing her out of his house, ordering her a taxi and getting dressed as soon as they were done. But no, he casually slides his black Calvin Kleins up his legs, kicking his black jeans onto the floor with no second thought. He sits himself on the couch, and opens up a water bottle. 
“Brought you some water,” he says casually, nodding towards the bottle he’d brought from the kitchen after he’d thrown the condom out. 
“...thanks,” she says, picking up the water and cautiously sitting back down next to him. She cracks the seal open and takes a small sip. Harry chugs half the bottle down, then throws it onto the coffee table. 
“Whereabouts do you live?” he then asks, throwing an arm on the back of the couch.
“Um… about 10 minutes from the tattoo shop. East side of town, in the apartment complex near the port.”
“Oh so you’re not too far,” he murmurs thoughtfully, and she shakes her head in confirmation. “That’s perfect.” He searches around himself for a minute before he finds his phone, face down on the side table, and passes it to y/n. “Why don’t you put your number in then, and we can do this again?” 
She grabs his phone a bit dazed, “you wanna hook up again?”
“Err, yeah?” he says dumbly. “Only if you want to, though.”
Her heart flutters giddily – so this wasn’t goodbye! She’s really winning the jackpot, and she wonders what she’s done to get this much good karma. First she got to hook up with the hot tattoo artist, and now he wants to turn it into a fling? “Yeah… yeah sounds good.” 
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THE REST OF TATTOORRY IS PATREON EXCLUSIVE!!! PART TWO IS ALREADY OUT ON PATREON!!!!! THANK U FOR READING!!! 
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harrystylesslutt · 8 months
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Soothed
summary: just a little fluff inspired by this picture (just pretend the cream is soothing cream in the pic🥰)
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As you stand backstage after one of Harry's electrifying shows, the adrenaline is still coursing through your veins, and your heart is beating wildly.
Harry's shirt is off, revealing his toned and chiseled abs, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from his energetic performance. You can't help but blush as you catch a glimpse of his mesmerizing tattoos that adorn his chest and arms. His smile lights up the room, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a warm hug.
"Hey there, love," he whispers in that raspy, velvety voice that sends shivers down your spine. "You did great out there!" you compliment him, your fingers gently brushing through his damp curls.
He chuckles softly and leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead. "I couldn't have done it without you here, supporting me," he says, sincerity shining in his beautiful green eyes.
You reach for a towel, dabbing away some sweat from his forehead, and he sighs contentedly. "Feels good," he mumbles, leaning into your touch.
"I brought some soothing cream for your muscles," you say, pulling out a small jar from your bag. Harry raises an eyebrow playfully, "Well, aren't you just the best girlfriend ever?"
You giggle, unscrewing the lid, and scoop a generous amount of the cream onto your fingers. Gently, you start rubbing it onto his abs, massaging in slow, circular motions. The contact of your fingers against his warm skin makes you both giggle like teenagers, and you feel a sense of intimacy and closeness that is uniquely yours.
Harry's eyes never leave you as you work your magic, and he can't help but feel incredibly lucky to have you in his life. "Mm, that feels amazing, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and appreciative. His eyes never leave you as he exaggerates his pleasure by subtly groaning, low enough for you to hear, the sound being all too familiar makes you squeeze your thighs together.
You decide to ignore the ache between your legs and continue to massage the soothing cream, making sure every inch of his abs is covered, "How did I get so lucky to have you?" he wonders lowly, his eyes filled with affection.
"You're pretty amazing yourself," you reply, leaning in to peck his lips softly. The soft, tender moment between you two is filled with unspoken love and appreciation for each other.
As you finish applying the cream, you gently run your fingers along the outlines of his tattoos, tracing the intricate designs. Harry leans into your touch, savoring the closeness between you. "You make me feel so loved, YN," he admits, his voice sincere and filled with emotion.
"That's cause you are baby, you're loved by everyone," you say, looking into his eyes with a reassuring smile, reminding him of the impact he has on people which secretly gives him an ego boost but he'll never admit that out loud. "I'm just grateful to be a part of your life."
Harry pulls you into his arms once again, wrapping you in a warm embrace. "I love you," he whispers into your ear, his breath combined with his toned body pressing against you sending tingles down your spine.
"I love you too," you reply, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. In that instant, the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you, basking in the sweetness of your love, but that moment is shortlived when you feel his not so subtle erection rubbing against your tummy. You shake your head and laugh, harry's arms never leaving your waist and before he can murmur an apology about his hormones ruining the sweet and innocent moment, you grab his hand and walk backwards until you reach his dressing room, finally pulling him in for another kiss, one that does not share the innocence of your previous one.
And before you know it your back is against the now locked door, with harry's hands roaming and groping every part of your body. Next thing you know your hands are reaching his pants while you find yourself on your knees looking up at him innocently even though there was nothing sinless about what was going to go down next. While your eyes are still fixated on his dilated pupils you whisper seductively "Why don't you repeat those noises you were making back there a little louder yeah?" which was followed by a whimper from him, affirming to you his full submission to your touch.
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britswriting · 7 months
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It's Quadruplets! | Quadruple The Love H.S
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"Are you excited to see our babies?" Harry asked, a giddy feeling in my stomach.
"Look how big my tummy is" I grinned, pushing my shirt up to rest under my boobs, shifting a little. "I thought I was quite big for the first trimester"
"You're housing our beautiful babies in that perfect round tummy"
"I can't wait to feel them kick or move" I sighed, Harry's hand resting towards the lower side of my stomach.
"You say that now, just wait till they're kicking your bladder babe" He teased, leaning down to peck my lips.
With the absurdly cold gel on my stomach, Harry and I focused back on the black and white static screen, our male tech flipping the switch to hear their heartbeats.
"Here is baby A's heartbeat............................. baby B's........................... and baby C's"
Harry and I coo'd over them each when a familiar look appeared on the tech's face.
"Baby A" he hummed, flicking to the next one "Baby B" to the next, "Baby C" and... the next? "Mothers?" his tone was wavered. "Baby A... Baby B... Baby C.." he did it again before excusing himself from the room to grab the doctor and now I was royally freaking out.
One of the on call doctors came in, Harry's hand squeezing mine as tears threatened to fall, the screen turned away from us.
Was something wrong?
With quiet hums and the click of a mouse, the screen was turned back to us, the ultrasound technician standing to the side; "Alright, everything is looking good" She eased, my tightened chest slowly letting air back in. A grin started to appear on the doctors face, Harry's fingers intertwining with my own, his rings rubbing against the insides of my fingers. "Here is beautiful baby one's heartbeat" She smiled, showing the little flutter before showing us the baby. "Here is baby two" she repeated, "baby three" her smile got bigger as she flipped to the next screen, "And baby four"
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Excuse me?
Harry's hand stilled in mine as my lips parted, my throat clearing as my head shook, "What?"
"Here is baby one-" she started to repeat, my head continuing to shake.
"No, no, I heard you.. four? Four?!" I begin to panic again, this time Harry not attempting to stop me as he leaned back in the chair.
"Yes, four" She confirmed, my shocked gaze staring at the new babies placenta sack, the tiny fetus shocking me to my core.
"How? It was.. it was three, last time! How is there four? Just four?" I rushed, moving to lean up on my elbows to view the screen better.
"Just four"
"You sure?" I snapped, the doctor nodding.
"How? How is there four?!"
"Mrs. Styles, sometimes with so many multiples, it's hard to see them all. They get overshadowed, or hidden-"
"There's just four, right?" I asked again, the doctor nodding. "How are you sure? We thought there was just three last time!"
"Like I said, sometimes-"
"No, I heard you! I'm just... four?! There's four?"
"Yes, you're having quadruplets"
"Oh my god" I exhaled, my body falling back as my eyes closed.
How in the hell am I supposed to carry FOUR babies?! F O U R ?!
"Your due date will be moved closer-"
"Oh my god! My due date!" I gasped, turning to look at Harry whom seemed to be caught in a state of disbelief as his body went catatonic.
"You'll be induced, pardon-" her throat cleared, "scheduled for a cesarean surgical procedure around 30 weeks"
My eyes widened.
"30 weeks?! THAT'S 10 WEEKS EARLY!" I yelled, Harry seeming to be snapped out of whatever state he was caught in, "They'll be too small!" I worried, the doctor moving to step closer to me, reaching for my hand only for my instinctive reaction being to yank it away. "I can't have four babies at 30 weeks! They'll be too small! They're.. they're supposed to be inside of me till 40 weeks!"
"With twins we try to induce you around 35 weeks. With more, we move it up, so triplets like you know would've been 33 weeks, and quads, 30" She explained, my racing heartrate causing my breathing to become a pant.
Frantically looking over at Harry who was staring at the ultrasound screen with a bewildered look on his face, I looked back over at the ultrasound technician, then the doctor, "I can't carry four babies" I stated, the doctors face becoming unreadable.
"You can. You're healthy enough-"
"No. You don't understand. I can't carry four babies"
"Why do you believe you cannot?" She asked, the room starting to move and blur as my waterline was ready to overflow.
"I.. I knew the risk... the risk of carrying.. carrying.. one baby!" I whimpered, "And then and then I was told.. told.. told I had three! Three babies! When I wasn't even supposed to have one!" I cried, "And now.. now... now I have four! Four babies inside of me?! Do I look.. look like someone who can carry FOUR babies?!" I shrieked, rubbing at my eyes so I could see clearly.
"Mrs. Styles, if we, medical professionals, didn't think you could safely carry multiples, we'd be having a different discussion" She tried to explain, the faint sound of one of my babies heartbeats ringing in my ears.
"Y/N? What are you saying?" Harry asked softly, finally zoning back into the conversation. "You can't have an abortion- they already have heartbeats" He said softly, the nerves he was feeling made his voice wavier slightly.
"I don't want an abortion" I cried, "I just... I can't carry four babies!"
The room was quiet other than my whimpers and whines; the faint sound of the heartbeat and Harry's chair scooting back against the linoleum floor.
He grabbed my hand, carefully moving me to sit upright before pulling me into his chest, "Harry, the gel" I worried, Harry ignoring me as my front pressed against one of his shirts.
"Inhale" he breathed in, "Exhale" he breathed out, having me copy him before he crouched in front of me, his hands resting on top of my thighs, eye level with my - bigger than normal for first trimester - belly. "There are four beautiful, loved, and wanted babies in here. I know you're scared, Y'N. I'm scared shitless too, but we can do this. We'll work with the doctors, make sure everything goes smoothly, and if it doesn't, they have everything they need to do their best job at helping us. We can't play god, Y/N. We can't change the world, or alter fate... but you found out at 23 years old that you'd have a hard time conceiving and I know how hard that was to find out, and live with. To get in a relationship where both of us wanted kids, to get married, and not follow through with that next step broke your heart, baby. It broke you into pieces. Your darkest days- You're getting what you wanted, babe. You have four beautiful babies right here" his hands moved to cradle the sides of my stomach, "Quadruple the amount you were told you'd have, and if you couldn't do it, if it wasn't meant to be, then we would've been looking at different painted colors, baby. We're lucky enough to be okay. To know we can support them, to know we have the means, the house, the yard, the family... we can do this. You are single handily carrying our family, and I know how terrifying that is" I wiped at my tears, Harry moving to stand on his feet, bringing me back into his chest, "But you're not alone. You've never been alone, Y/N." He kissed my lips, moving to cradle my face in his hands, "One step at a time, baby, remember?"
He wiped my tears as I nodded, leaning my head on his chest, "One step at a time" I repeated, my chin resting against his chest as I looked up at him, "I can't believe we have four babies...."
I heard a chuckle in front of me, reminding me that we weren't alone.
I pushed away from Harry, embarrassingly wiping at my face, apologizing to the professionals in front of me.
I could feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks when I was asked to lay back again as more gel got applied and moved around with the wand.
She mouthed something to Harry, to which he nodded at, before telling me, "I just want to check each one a little closer, get some photos and then we'll talk about our next steps, okay?" She asked calmly and I nodded.
I left the office hand in hand with Harry; Harry holding even more medical paraphernalia as I held onto the ultra sound photos and my bag.
"I knew IVF was known for being one of the main causes of multiples but... I never expected it to go this far. I mean, I guess we're lucky it stopped at four, right?" I joked, Harry opening the passenger side door for me, letting me hop in before closing it, muttering "Hopefully" and entering the car himself.
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How'd the ultrasound go? I want to see the pics!
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swiftmendeshoran · 2 years
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Curvy Secret- Part 13*
Hey y’all. I was on vacation this past week, but managed to write, so I finished the next chapter for yous.
Warnings: pegging, getting caught having sex, drinking, talks of weight, oral female receiving, age gap, SMUT, angst, fluff, daddy kink, dominant Harry. I think that's it
Wc: 8,462
Please read parts 1 to 12 before you read this.
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Every day was the same- but a good same. You'd go to work, come home, take a shower, Harry would show up- you did get him a key, so he could just walk in, you'd eat dinner, watch some TV, talk about life, and eventually you'd wind up in bed- whether it was sex, painting each other's nails, cuddling, or simply sleeping, the night would end in bed.
He even wound up having a drawer at your place filled with clothes, shoes, toothbrush, hair brush, toiletries, deodorant, lip balm, and a book.
And if you went to bed and didn't have sex, it would happen in the morning. You and Harry talked about that one night after a long night of talking. He was rubbing your hip as you laid in your underwear and long t-shirt. You hummed and smiled. "You know what I always wanted done to me but never had?"
"What?" He smirked.
"You know how like you read in stories or see on movies where like one person is sleeping and the other like goes down on them?" You asked.
"Mmhhmm," he said, his eyes getting dark.
"Yeah. I- wanna experience….that," you whispered.
"Yeah?" Harry's eyebrow raised.
You nodded and bit your lip.
"I'll tell yeh what. If yer a good girl the night before, I'll wake yeh up with a little treat in the morning, m'kay?" He asked, pulling you close.
"Yes, daddy," you said.
He reached around and lightly spanked your ass. "Mmm'kay. Well yeh better get to sleep then, hmm?"
You nodded quickly and pulled the covers over you. And the next morning, Harry made good on his promise… twice.
~~~~~~
You had been so busy spending time with Harry and working that you had forgotten you promised everyone a party.
It was meant to be a birthday/housewarming party, but you wanted everyone to dress up in costumes since it was close to Halloween.
You were sitting at Harry's desk one night, writing down the guest list and everything you needed for the party. He had just gotten home from work and gotten out of the shower, so his hair was wet and he smelled like vanilla and clean. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked, leaning down and resting his chin on your neck.
"Making a list for the party I'm throwing," you said.
"Oi! I forgot about that," he said. Then, Harry looked at the top of your paper where it said, 'Birthday Party.'
He raised his eyebrows. "It's yer birthday?"
"That Sundauy will be," you said. "Mine and Ryan's."
"I should have known that," he mumbled.
"It's ok baby," you tapped his cheek. "You didn't need to know that before we were together."
"Do yeh know mine?" He asked, spitting a raspberry on your neck.
"I know it's in the winter," you said, giggling. "Dad would always come home from your celebrations with rosey cheeks."
Harry chuckled. "February 1st."
"Noted," you said.
"So, what do we need to get?" Harry asked.
"Well, first we need to figure out our costumes and I have to send out invites," you sighed, tapping your pen on the notebook.
"Ok. Well, need any help?" He asked.
"Sure. If you want," you said.
Harry pulled up a chair and he stamped and licked the envelopes and in no time, the invites were done. You had gotten some red wine and after making a huge dent in the plans, you were sitting on Harry's lap and kissing his neck. "You smell so good. I just wanna bite you."
Harry chuckled. "Bite me? Maybe yeh should be a vampire."
You giggled. "And you could be garlic."
"But then yeh couldn't be near me," he said.
"Oh… right," you snickered. "I'm a little dumb."
"Not dumb," he kissed your forehead. "Just a little tipsy. Hmmm?"
"A little bit," you licked over his neck and then kissed his pulse point.
He moaned and rested his head on the back of the couch. You felt his heartbeat speeding up and his grip on his glass loosened. You started to grind on his lap right over his cock as you sucked a hickey on his neck. "Daddy," you moaned.
"Yes, kitten?" He panted.
You moved your hips in circles and Harry moaned. You sat up and took your shirt off. "Play with me."
He raised an eyebrow. But he wanted to test your sobriety first. "When was my birthday baby?"
"February 1st… uh… 19, uh…?"
"Year's not important baby," he said, chuckling. "How did I first say 'I love yeh?"
You whined. "Harryyy."
"Tell me."
You sighed. "We were away and I was trying on clothes and they didn't fit."
"Right. Good job, baby. Ok," he sat back with his arms behind his head. "Yeh can continue."
You smirked and unhooked your bra, letting your boobs fall naturally on your chest. Harry hummed and reached out to pinch your nipples. You bit your lip and rolled your head back. "Fuck. I'm so wet for you, daddy."
Harry growled and smacked your tits. "Fuck baby. Want me to fuck yeh?"
You moaned. "Need you to fuck me hard pleaseee."
"Shit," he moved his hands down your body and then placed a hand on your wet core, over your pants. "Bloody soaked f' me."
You nodded quickly. "Please daddy. Need you to fill me."
"Fuck. Yer so goddamn sexy," he said, spanking your ass twice.
You moaned and then got up, teasing Harry by pulling your leggings slowly. Harry bit his lip and looked you up and down. "C'mon baby. Sit on daddy's lap."
You giggled and pulled your panties down and threw them at Harry. He smirked as you giggled. "Your turn, daddy."
Harry kept eye-contact with you as he took his shirt off. You rubbed your legs together and bit your lip as he untied his joggers. Just as he was about to pull his pants down, his doorbell rang. "Are yeh fuckin' kidding me?"
He sighed and got up. Harry looked out the side panel of his door. "(Y/N). It's yer dad."
"WHAT? Fuck," you grabbed a blanket and ran into Harry's bedroom.
You heard Harry open the door and greet your dad. "Hey man! What's up?"
Your dad had a six-pack and chips. "Har. Thought we were watching the game." Your dad walked through the doorway and set the food and drinks on the table.
"Was that tonight?" He asked, looking towards the bedroom.
"Yeah, man. It's Thursday. Like we do every week," your dad said, sitting down and opening the bag of chips.
"Shit, man. I-I forgot. Sorry."
"No worries," he grabbed the remote and turned on the game.
Harry was still standing up, with no shirt on, a full-on hard-on from your earlier activities, and a hickey forming on his neck. "Uh.. yeah," he chuckled, looking towards the door again.
"You ok, man?" Your dad asked.
"Yeah. Yeah 'm fine. How are yeh?" Harry asked.
"Good," he raised an eyebrow. "You going to sit down?"
"S-sure," he said. Then he looked at the couch where your bra and panties were sitting.
Your dad noticed and his eyes got wide. "Oh, shit man! I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in the middle of something. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I…" Harry was speechless. What was he supposed to say? Yeah man. I was about to fuck your daughter, but don't worry, she finally got on the pill. It's not just a hook-up.
"I can go. It's not a big deal," your dad stood up. Harry let out a breath and picked up your bra. "Also, kudos, man!" Your dad held out his hand so Harry could give him a fist bump.
He just shook his head.
"Is she still here?" Your dad whispered.
Harry nodded timidly.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. Next time. Just put a sock on the door or something, man," your dad said.
Harry chuckled and ran a hand through the back of his hair.
"So, is this serious or is it just like a hook-up?" He asked. "Cause she seems… well-endowed."
"Not that it's any of yer business, but 've been seeing her fer a while now," Harry smiled.
"Nice, H! Maybe you can bring her to (Y/N)'s party, so we can finally meet her," your dad offered.
"Uh, maybe," Harry said. "She, uh, works a lot and she's shy."
"Oh… well, maybe we can double date and go to dinner some time and break her in," he offered.
"I don't know," Harry shrugged, just wanting this conversation to end.
Your dad picked up his chips and the beer. "I'm going. Text me, uh tomorrow, or you know, when you're not in the middle of something."
He ran to the door and exited through it, waving at Harry.
Harry let out a breath and walked frantically to the bedroom, opening the door and walking in. You were sitting on the bed, breathing heavily.
"He's gone," Harry said, coming to sit next to you.
"What the fuck, H," you said.
"We… watch the game and I forgot it was Thursday. Last week, we didn't do it because he was finishing up work. I'm sorry," he said.
"Well, that just killed the mood. It's literally like the Sahara Desert down there now," you said.
Harry chuckled. "Sorry."
"We can still… if you want," you said.
Harry shook his head. "Honestly, that was a big boner killer. I started sweatin' and everything. He saw yer… undergarments. I wanted to throw up for yeh."
You shuddered and gagged. Then you pulled the blanket up.
"'M sorry I ruined our sexy time," Harry said.
"Not your fault. Don't worry about it."
"He asked if this was a hookup or like a longer thing and I said a longer thing but then panicked because he was like 'invite her to (Y/N)'s party', which 1. Is rude because it's not his place to invite people and 2. Uh. She's already going to be there," Harry said.
You chuckled. "See? Maybe he'd be ok with it…."
"Yeah because he doesn't think it's you," he said.
You sighed. "What if we… told everyone at the party?"
Harry bit his lip. "I don't know, babe."
"There'd be witnesses…. If he tried to swing at you, everyone would see it," you bribbed him.
"Fine," he rolled his eyes.
You smiled and tucked yourself into bed. "Yay!"
~~~~~~~
Your party was two days away and you were still deciding on your costume. Harry said he wouldn't tell you what he was wearing, but deep down you really wanted to wear a couple's costume.
You scrolled through Amazon, as you had to overnight it and you finally found a costume that you would love, but was also a little sexy. You placed your order and couldn't wait for the party.
Harry had to work late the next two nights s0 you had to deal with texting him when he had time.
I ordered my costume 😉
About 5 minutes later, Harry texted you back. Why the winky face?
Because… 😌
Are you going to be a little slut?
You bit your lip at his words. Only for you daddy.
That's right baby.
So, what are you going to be?
Oh. I have to go honey. Got another task to do.
😤😤😤
~~~~~~~~
The day of the party was finally here and Harry was at your place early to help you clean and decorate and make food.
You placed a crystal ball in the middle of your table with spiders, cobwebs, and a punch bowl next to it.
You then lined your walls with spooky backdrops, placed pumpkins and jack-o-lantern's around. You had bought a ghost from the store and hung it up and placed many other spooky decorations around.
The place was starting to come together and it looked really good. You stood there with your hands on your hips and smiled. "Look at this spooky place."
Harry chuckled. "I'm scared."
You elbowed him. "Shut up."
He smirked and then walked into the kitchen. He was finishing up icing the vampire cupcakes. "Thank you though. This would not be done without your help."
You walked into the kitchen and then jumped up high on the counter to sit.
"No worries, baby," he said, licking his fingers free of the icing and then wiping it on a napkin.
"And for all the food," you sighed. "You're such a good cook."
He smiled and put the cupcakes on the multi-layer rack you bought. "Oh… thanks," he blushed.
"Mmhmm," you said, stealing a cupcake.
"Hey!" Harry scolded.
"What? It's my party," you said.
He raised his eyebrows. "Yer lucky I made extra."
You smiled, happily and then moaned. "Oh my God." This was probably the best cupcake you've ever eaten.
"Oh it's so fucking good," you moaned. Each bite made you release a louder moan and at one point you rolled your eyes.
One more moan and Harry stood in front of you, grabbing your chin. "Listen. We don't have time to fuck right now, so stop moaning."
You swallowed the cupcake, your mouth suddenly dry. "Sorry," you said with a full mouth.
Harry let go of your jaw and then washed his hands in the sink. It was getting closer to party time. "Ok. 'M gonna go home. Gonna get changed into m' costume, bring the dip so no one suspects a thing, and then come back over, ok?"
You nodded. "Sounds good."
He smiled and then stood between your legs and cupped your face before giving you a kiss. "I love yeh. See yeh later."
"See you. I love you too," you said.
Harry smiled and then left, leaving you to get into your costume and prepare for your guests.
~~~~~~~~~~
You had settled on a Dorothy costume, but it was sexy Dorothy- a short dress, red fishnets, a corset top, and of course the ruby slippers. You tied your hair into pigtail braids and finished the look off with red lipstick, matching make-up and a white lace thong.
Just as you picked up your basket with a fake Toto in it, your doorbell rang. You walked to the door and your brother and his girlfriend walked in as Daphne and Fred from Scooby Doo.
"Hey sis! Happy birthday," he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and his girlfriend hugged you.
"Thanks, Ry. You too," you smiled. Being twins meant always splitting everything- birthdays included. "You guys look great, by the way."
"Thanks!"
You turned on some music and lowered the lights, turning on the multi-colored lights to give it a party feel. Ryan helped you bring the chips, dips, and cooler andr drinks out and soon enough, everyone was showing up.
Whitney, Carly, and Jade showed up as the Sanderson sisters, your mom and dad were Danny and Sandy from Grease, Niall and Mia were soap and a loofa. A few of your other friends and family members all showed up, wearing incredible costumes.
About 45 minutes passed and Harry finally showed up. "Sorry 'm late," he said, handing you the dip. "I fergot yer gift and had to go back. Then m'cat got sick and I had to deal with that."
But you couldn't answer him because your jaw was hanging open. He was ALSO Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, except he had red leggings instead of fishnets. He pulled his curly hair into a bow clip at the top of his head and put big red blush on his cheeks.
Harry stopped talking too once he realized you were both the same thing. "No fuckin' way," he chuckled. "(Y/N), come on. Yeh know I love the Wizard of Oz."
"That's why I wanted to surprise you," you whispered. "I didn't think you'd be Dorothy."
"Well, I also wanted to surprise yeh," he whispered.
You shook your head as Niall came over to greet Harry. "Oh my God, mate. I can't." He folded over into a fit of laughter.
"Yeh could never pull this off," Harry teased.
"Yer right. I couldn't," Niall stopped laughing.
"Take this damn dip and go talk to yer wife," Harry said, shoving the dip in his hands.
Niall put the dip on the table and you took the bags and gifts and stuff from Harry. He thanked you and you told him to "make himself at home," with a smile on your face.
He did, grabbing a beer and making conversation with everyone. You saw your dad snicker.
It was your party, so while you should be enjoying yourself, you also had to make sure the chip bowls were full, the coolers and fridge were stocked, the music was still playing the right songs, while trying to mingle with everyone.
Halfway through the party you heard Jade's familiar giggle and you turned around. Even though you told her you were in a relationship with Harry, she still insisted on flirting with him.
You watched the whole thing go down and it happened before you could stop it. One of your uncles banged into Harry's back, which caused him to trip forward and spill his beer all over the front of Jade.
She gasped and so did your mom, who saw it all go down. Everyone rushed over and Carly and your mom rushed her to the bathroom to take care of the stain and smell.
You went to get napkins to clean up what landed on the floor and Harry leaned down as well to help you. "Sorry 'bout yer rug."
"It's no big deal, H," you said, blotting the napkins on the floor. "My boyfriend's the one who is going to have to pay the landlord," you smiled.
Harry did too. "Pity. Feel bad fer that guy. Although not too bad 'cause he's dating yeh."
You bit your lip to keep from smiling so no one could see. Once you contained the stain, you stood up, with some help from Harry's hand. "'M not sorry 'bout spilling the beer on Jade though. I mean yeh already told her 'bout us and she still flirts with me?" He rolled his eyes.
"I know," you sighed. "I'm worried about what she's saying to my mom in the bathroom."
"Oh God," Harry's eyes got wide. "Yeh better get in there."
You threw the napkins away and rushed into the bathroom. A drunk Jade was sitting on the toilet in her underwear as your mom tried to blot out the beer from her outfit and Carly sat at Jade's feet, talking to her. "Hey," you closed the door quietly.
"Hey, (Y/N)," your mom said, looking up at you.
"Hey!" Carly waved.
Jade rolled her eyes at you.
"You ok?" You asked, trying to be the bigger person.
"I guess," she rolled her eyes again. "Your boyfriend spilled his beer all over me."
"BOYFRIEND?" Your mom asked.
"I think she just means we're dressed the same," you looked at her with warning eyes.
You looked up at your mom. "Plus, she's a little drunk."
Your heart was pounding out of your chest and Carly gave you a nervous look.
Your mom chuckled. "You know your dad told me Harry had a woman over the other day and we told him to bring her, but he made some weird excuse…."
"Inviting people to my party now, mom?" You asked.
"You know we didn't mean it like that… plus, we thought Kyle was coming…."
"Me and Kyle aren't a thing…" you interrupted her.
"Oh?" She raised her eyebrow. "I thought you slept over at his house the night of the date?"
Your friends looked at you with raised eyebrows, giving you a 'why didn't we know about this?' look.
"Well, not exactly… Listen, mom…" you started to tell her, but then heard commotion outside the bathroom.
You sighed. "Hold on. I have to deal with whatever that is."
You walked out of the bathroom and saw all of the guys playing a make-shift beer pong. The stain was still sitting there with napkins on top of it and everyone was cheering.
You knelt down and dealt with the beer stain again, which made you almost hurl because you hate the smell of beer.
"Can everyone please just be careful?" you asked, raising your voice. "I have one stain. I don't need more."
"Sure thing," your brother said, while dunking a ball in a cup.
Carly came out of the bathroom and asked if Jade could borrow a change of your clothes while your mom worked on the stain.
You nodded and they all followed you into the bedroom. You pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for her. She put them on and made a face. "I'm like, drowning in these."
Carly gasped, your mom shook her head, and you just formed your hands into a fist at your sides before you said something you would regret.
You stormed out and started crying in the hallway, locking yourself in the bathroom to cry peacefully on the toilet seat. Not a minute later, Harry walked in quietly. "Baby love. What's wrong?"
He walked over to you and knelt in front of you- something Harry found himself doing quite a lot lately. He let you sniffle and then you grabbed his hands. "I don't know. I'm just… stressed. This entire party I haven't been able to enjoy because I've been running around like a crazy person. I think these heels are giving me blisters, and Jade just basically said I was fat."
Harry gasped. "Well, first let's start with the heels," he reached down and took them off of you. "There. One problem solved."
"But they matched the sexy vibe of my outfit," you pouted.
"Shhhh," Harry shushed you. "Second, yeh are doin' an amazing job running this party. Everyone is having such a great time."
You smiled. "Well, maybe not everyone." You thought back to Jade.
Harry smiled back. "Yeah. Well…"
"And what is the fat thing?"
You sighed. "Jade needed a change of clothes… and by the way she did say boyfriend in the bathroom, but I covered it up. And so when I got her a change of clothes… she said she was… drowning in them." You whispered the last three words.
Harry tsk'd and pulled you into a hug. "She's really no friend then, hmm?"
You shook your head.
"What do yeh need? Hmm? Need anything or just want me to sit here and keep yeh company?" He asked.
"I don't know. I'm just stressed," you pouted.
"Mmkay. Well, let me know if yeh need anything," Harry said.
You hated to admit it, but Harry looked hot in that costume. You bit your lip and looked at him up and down. "Actually…"
"Yes, love?"
"What if…. You fucked me? Just real quick? It would get rid of my stress," you bit your lip.
Harry's eyes got wide and then he looked towards the door. Now that you were on birth control you two would just fuck in random places. "Fuck? Really?"
You nodded.
Harry stood up, sighed, and grabbed your hand. He leaned you against the sink and pulled your fishnets and thong down. "Dirty slut. Wearing nothing but a tiny thong."
"Easy access. Like you always say daddy," you giggled.
He pulled his own leggings down, along with his underwear and tsk'd at you. He rubbed his cock along your folds as he spread your legs.
"Please daddy," you begged.
"Shut up," he said, putting his cock into you.
"Oh my Godd," you moaned out, which made Harry put a hand on your mouth to silence you.
He moved his cock in and out of you quickly and held onto your hip with his other hand. Your head was lying back on his shoulder as Harry pounded into you. Your mouth hung open and you gasped.
"Harry," you moaned.
He was starting to nip at your neck when the door opened. "Hey (Y/N). I just wanted to see if you were alright. OH MY GOD!"
"MOM!" You reached back and grabbed onto Harry as he pulled out of you and tucked himself back in.
"SHIT!" Harry cursed.
"Mom! Oh my God. I can explain," you said, grabbing her arm before she could go tell your dad.
"Ok…." Her voice shook. "Please do. Because right now, it looks like my husband's best friend is….well fucking my daughter."
"Well…." You looked back at Harry. "I mean. Yes that is true. That's what you saw. But it's more than that."
Your mom started to hyperventilate and she picked up the roll of toilet paper and chucked it at Harry.
He dodged the roll and held up his hands. "(Y/M/N). Please let us explain."
She grabbed onto her hair and slunk down the door. "This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real."
You kneeled down in front of her and rubbed her arms. "Mom. Look at me. Calm down!"
She just kept mumbling to herself.
"Mom. First and foremost, I need you to promise me that you will not tell dad or Ryan about this," you said.
Your mom nodded. "I promise. Your father will have a heart attack…. And then probably beat Harry up."
Harry winced at that and you cringed.
"That's why we've kept it from everyone…" you said.
"Kept what? Have you two done this before?" She asked.
You nodded, looking at Harry and then back at her. "We're kind of… dating."
You thought your mom was going to pass out. She slunked down either further and put her head between her legs. Your mom didn't say anything for a while and then picked her head up. Then, she just laughed for about 5 minutes.
"Woooo! This is… this is great. Really (YN)? Out of all the men you chose to have a relationship with, it has to be HARRY?" your mom asked.
You bit your lip. "I'm sorry. I've had a crush on him for a long time and, well just now acted on it. It all started the night of Niall and Amelia's wedding and just….took off from there."
You watched your mom process everything and she ran her hands down her face. "So, that whole thing with Kyle?"
"Never happened," you said. "I was over Harry's house that night and day."
She chuckled again. "This is un-fucking-believable (Y/N). Really."
"What is, mom? That I’m FINALLY happy? That I found a guy who loves me and my curves? Is it the age difference? What is it?” you asked, fuming now.
Harry came over and looped his arm through yours. He kissed your ear and whispered, “Shh baby. It’s ok.”
“No. I want to hear what she has to say,” you said.
Your mom sighed and stood up, grabbing onto the sink for support. “It’s unbelievable that you would betray your father like this. That you would LIE TO ME. That you… that you…”
Your mother then got angry and turned to Harry. “AND YOU! Argh. Betraying your best friend, just to get some action? I can’t believe you, Harry.” She practically lunged for him, but he held her back.
“(Y/M/N) (Y/M/N), please please listen to us,” Harry pleaded.
She calmed down and folded her arms across her chest while tapping her foot. “Well….”
“”M not with (Y/N) just to ‘get some action.’ I love yer daughter very very much. This is a real relationship, real love, and we know it’s risky, but we don’t care. Our love is that deep,” Harry explained.
Your mom snorted and then looked over at you. When she saw your serious expression, her eyes got wide. “You’re serious?”
You both nodded your heads. “Completely, mom.”
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I-. I don’t approve of this, but if you’re happy (Y/N), then I guess I’ll deal with it. I just wish you could’ve found someone closer to your own age and not as close to your dad.”
“Yeah, mom, well, I can’t always be your perfect little angel,” you shrugged.
“Honey. I never said you had to be,” she told you. “It’s just crazy how things happen.”
She then turned to Harry and gave him a menacing look. “If you break her heart, you will not only have (Y/F/N) and Ryan after you, but I will whoop your ass too. Got it?”
“Got it,” Harry said holding up his hands. “But I think this one’s going to last.”
She squinted her eyes one last time and then stepped away from him and towards the door before turning around. “If your father asks, we were in here having a talk about what happened earlier.”
You both nodded.
Once she left, you turned around to Harry and wrapped your arms around him, crying. He cooed in your ear. “Listen, yeah her walking in on us having sex was embarrassing, but she didn’t seem too mad when we explained it. Maybe it’ll be the same for yer dad and brother.”
You shook your head. “She doesn’t approve. She’s just saying that because she didn’t want to talk about it anymore.”
Harry sighed. You were still frustrated because you didn’t get to finish and the whole thing with your mom just happened and he just wished he could make everything all better.
You wiped your tears and smiled up at Harry. “Ok. That’s one out of the way. Let’s get back out to the party.”
Harry was going to ask if you were sure, but you took his hand and drug him out of the bathroom. You let go of his hand when you got to the hallway and you walked a few steps in front of him before walking back into the living room. He followed a few paces behind you.
You took a deep breath and grabbed a mozzarella stick from the tray. Now was not the time to be stress eating, but it seemed like that’s what was happening.
After eating your fourth one, your mom yelled that it was time for cake. You swallowed down the last of your food and wiped the crumbs off your outfit. You were so used to sharing your birthday with your brother that when a hand caught your arm, you thought it was his. You turned to smile, but then saw that it was Harry. “Yeh sure yer ok?”
“I’m perfect, Mr. Styles,” you said, and then walked to the kitchen to see the candles being lit. You stood next to your brother, resting your head on his shoulder. Everyone stood around you, singing “Happy Birthday” and took photos and videos of you two. You both blew out your candles and made a wish.
You didn’t know what your brother wished for, but you know you wished for Harry to never leave your life. As your mom cut the cake, you looked over at Harry subtly and smiled. He lowered his phone and smiled back. He knew you two were good then.
~~~~
After everyone was done eating their cake, you and Ryan opened up your gifts and thanked everyone. Then for a few hours, people danced and mingled.
Just as you were about to grab some punch, your mom approached you. “Honey, can I talk to you?”
“I really don’t feel like arguing right now,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.
“I’m not going to argue with you.”
You sighed and then nodded. You walked into your bedroom and closed the door. “What’s up, mom?”
“(Y/N),” she pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. “I’m sorry about freaking out earlier. It just really took me by surprise, especially what you two were doing. I just-.”
“I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to make your uncomfortable-.”
“No no, sweetie. It’s fine. I just wanted to apologize,” your mom sighed. “If you are truly happy, then I am happy for you too.”
You smiled, a quick tear falling out of your eye. “Thanks mom. And I am happy. The happiest I’ve ever been.”
“Good. And you know, if you have to be in a relationship with anyone, Harry isn’t a bad option. We know he’s a good man… and he’s not bad to look at either,” she nudged your elbow.
“MOM!” you covered your face.
“What? I can look at other men, especially ones near my age. I just can’t act on it.”
You chuckled and shook your head. “You’re really ok with this?”
“Yeah,” she took your hands in hers. “As long as he treats you right, I’m happy.”
“Mom, he’s the kindest person I’ve ever met. He loves me so much and I love him. And he reminds me everyday to love myself… and you know how hard that is for me,” you told her.
You were both crying now and then embraced in a hug. “I do, honey.”
“Thank you mom. This really means a lot,” you wiped your eyes.
“I just want my daughter to be happy. No matter who she is with,” she said. “But let’s still keep this secret from your dad ok?”
You nodded. “Definitely.”
You hugged one more time and went back out to the living room. You made eye contact with Harry and winked and he smiled, knowing you were ok.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The party wound down about an hour later and you said goodbye to everybody in between cleaning up.
Harry hugged you and told you he would be back after everyone left. You nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek before anyone saw.
Everyone filed out and you continued to clean.
~~~~~~
About 20 minutes after everyone left, your door was unlocking and Harry was walking through it.
You smiled as you saw him and gave him a peck. "You're still in your costume?"
"So are yeh," smiled.
"Yeah. But I've been cleaning up and didn't have time," you said.
"Welllll," Harry said, grabbing your hand. "Stop cleaning. Yeh've done so much today already. Let's just relax. Hmm? We didn't finish what we did earlier and I have to give yeh a proper birthday present."
"My birthday isn't until tomorrow," you said.
"It'll be an early gift then," he winked, walking backwards towards your bedroom.
He walked back onto the bed and laid down. Harry pulled you on top of him and you bit your lip as you took him in. He rubbed your hips under your dress and you could feel him getting hard underneath you. "Yeh look so hot in this."
You giggled. "You do too."
"I do?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and looking down at his outfit.
"Mmhmm," you bit your lip. Then you opened your mouth but closed it again.
"What?" He smirked.
"Nothing," you shook your head.
"Tell me baby," he squeezed your hips. "Don't get all shy on me now."
You leaned forward, laying flat on top of Harry. You mumbled something into his shoulder but he couldn't hear you. "What?" He chuckled. "I can't understand you."
You lifted your head up and shook your head. "Nevermind. Let's just have sex."
You started to take off your heels and your hairbow. When you unzipped your dress, Harry stopped you. "What?"
"I wanna know what you said," he told you.
Your face turned red and you shook your head. "Nothing. It was stupid. Forget I said anything."
"Baby…."
Your face was really heating up and you played with Harry's bow. "Promise you won't break-up with me?"
Harry chuckled. "Why would I break up with yeh? Unless yeh like cheated on m' or somethin'."
"No no. Nothing like that. I just don't want you to think I'm weird," you bit your lip again.
"I would never think that sweetheart…" he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
You bit your lip.
"C'mon. Let it out."
You took his whole look in one more time before swallowing. "Ok… I-I said….  Now I don't normally think like this, but I don't know like, you in this outfit…. You just look… fuckable."
You looked away from him at this point. You could feel his cock growing underneath you and his eyes got wide, a huge smile plastered on his face. "Yeah? Yeh wanna fuck me?"
You bit your lip and got up off of him, running away from embarrassment. He caught up to you in the hallway and wrapped his hand around your waist. "Where are yeh going, missy?"
You covered your face. "I'm so embarrassed. You can go. I'm sorry."
Harry just chuckled behind you and you winced. "Who said I was goin'?"
You turned around to look at him and he still had a big smile on his face. "You don't think I'm weird?"
Harry shook his head and bit his lip. "Quite the opposite."
He walked you back to the bed and you sat on top of him again. Harry tried to look at you in the eyes but you wouldn't make eye contact. "Honey bun. Look at me please."
Your head was down but you looked up at him with hooded eyes. He would take what he could get.
"Don't ever be embarrassed about what you wanna do with m', ok?" Harry said.
You nodded your head shyly. "I just thought… you know… some guys don't like that."
"I haven't told yeh everything 'bout me. Have I?"
"What do you mean?" You swallowed.
"Remember when I told yeh after m' girlfriend rejected m' proposal that I went through a whoreish phase?" Harry asked.
You nodded.
"Well, that was… with everyone. Guys, girls, you name it, I did it," he told you.
Now, your eyes got wide. "Harry!"
He chuckled and then shrugged. "What can I say? I was heartbroken."
You pouted. "Sorry."
"No, it's ok. That's not m' point."
"So… you're bisexual?" You asked.
"I… don't really know what I am. If I could fuck it, I did. I haven't been with a guy in probably 20 years though," he chuckled.
You swallowed. "Have you ever gotten tested for STDs and stuff?"
"Yep," he nodded. "Every month fer two years. And me and m' partners wore condoms every time."
"Ok good."
"So, m' point is… I've been… fucked before," he said.
"Oh…" your face got hot.
"Love…"
"Mmm?" You asked.
"Do yeh want to fuck me? Because I really want yeh to," Harry looked into your eyes, his going dark.
You swallowed and adjusted yourself on his lap. "I've never done it before."
"I can guide yeh," he said.
You bit your lip. "I'm nervous."
"You don't have to, lovie. It's fine…"
"NO! I want to," you interrupted.
Harry's face lit up. "Fuck."
"So… what do I do?"
Harry licked his lips. "Well, do yeh have anything?..."
"Anything?" You asked, confused.
"Like sex toys…. A dildo perhaps?" He asked.
"Oh. I have a vibrator somewhere… but I haven't used it well… since you," you said.
Harry laughed and sat up on his elbows. "Well, the first thing we have to do is go buy some things."
"It's 11 o'clock. Where…?"
"Sex shops are open," he interrupted you. Harry pulled you off his lap and picked up his wallet. "Believe me."
"You seem to know a lot about this," you said.
"Well…. That's a story for a different day," he said, guiding you out the door and into the car.
About 10 minutes later, you were pulling up to a tiny sex shop in a strip of stores. It was indeed open and Harry walked right in with no hesitations. You, however, rubbed your arm nervously. Harry already had a basket filled and gave a warm smile to the woman behind the counter.
He already had lube in his basket, and picked up a few other things "for a later time" he told you. Harry then stopped in front of the dildos and you walked up next to him. You swallowed looking at all the different options. Harry smiled and picked up one with cherries on it and put it in the basket.
Harry picked up another one and your eyes raised. This one was bigger and slightly curved and colored rainbow. "Fer next time. When yeh get used to it."
You had to squeeze your legs together at this point. He already looked so hot in his costume and the fact that he was going to let you peg him, had you practically dripping.
"Do yeh want the rhinestone harness?" He asked.
You bit your lip. "Do they have my size?"
Harry put the basket down and looked at you. He reached up and reached towards the middle of the shelf. When he pulled it down, he held it out in front of you. "Step into it."
You did and Harry adjusted the straps. You wore it over your thong and fishnets for now and you felt powerful.
Harry practically moaned and pulled you towards him. "Fuck. Yeh look so goddamn hot."
You bit your lip. "I like this one."
"Good. Because we're getting it," he said, loosening the straps and pulling it down you. He put it in the basket. "I think that's it. Want anything?"
You chuckled. "No."
"M'kay," he said and made his way to the counter.
Harry placed the basket on the counter and greeted the nice woman. "Hello!"
"Hi. Find everything ok?" She asked.
"Oh just fine. Thank yeh," Harry said.
"Good," she said, scanning the items. She didn't even blink that you were both dressed as Dorothy and were buying a strap-on. Your heart was pounding, but Harry was remaining calm. Once the woman rang everything up and Harry paid for it all, you were back in the car and on your way home.
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When you arrived back at your place, Harry took your hand and drug you into the bedroom. He emptied the bag and dumped all of the contents onto the bed. Your eyes got wide as you really took in everything that was there. Harry was buzzing with excitement, his smile never leaving his face as he hooked the dildo into the harness.
“You’re really excited about this, huh?” you giggled.
“Fuck yes. God, the thought of you fucking me,” he moaned. “I don’t know how ‘m going to last.”
You bit your lip and started to undress.
“Keep the fishnets and yer bra on,” Harry said.
You nodded and took everything else off, but what he said. When you were down to just your stockings, bra, and thong, Harry pulled you close. “Yeh still want to do this?”
You nodded again. “Yes. I do,” you swallowed.
Harry grinned. “That’s m’ good girl.” As he held onto your hips and moved his hands up and down your body, he continued to speak. “‘M still going to be dominating, at least fer as long as I can, but feel free to tell me what to do too, ok?”
“Ok,” you said shyly. “I really want you to keep this outfit on.”
“Yeah?” Harry smiled.
“Yeah. You just look really hot in it,” you bit your lip.
“What else do yeh want me to do, baby?” he asked, bringing a finger up to your chin.
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
“Yer so cute,” he winked. “Tell me what position to get into.”
“Oh, uh,” you swallowed. “I guess get on your hands and knees.”
“You guess?” he raised his eyebrows.
In a more confident voice, you cleared your throat and said, “I need you to get on your hands and knees for me please.”
“There we go, baby,” Harry got into position and then watched you slip into the strap-on. He licked his lips as he watched you adjust the straps.
When you were finished, you looked up at Harry whose eyes were glazed over. “What now?”
“Well, it’s been a while, so lots of lube will help,” he told you.
You nodded and picked up the container. As you opened it, you got a wiff of strawberries and hummed at the smell. Placing the container down for a second, you pulled Harry’s leggings down just enough to release his cock and see his bubbly butt on display. The way his ass looked and the fact that you were going to be inside of it in merely minutes made your pussy clench.
You stared for a while longer than you should have and Harry looked back at you, chuckling. “Well, it’s not going to lube itself.”
“Sorry,” you swallowed. “I’ve just never seen you fully from this angle before. It’s- wow.”
You picked up the lube and swiped some on your finger. It was cold and slimy. You could see his hole puckering and you smiled. You wiped the lube onto his hole and he gasped. “Sorry. It’s cold,” you said.
He gripped the sheets and let you continue. Once you were done lubeing him up, you grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped your fingers off.
Harry looked over at you and smiled. “C’mere fer a second before yeh start.”
You walked over to him and he grabbed onto the dildo, adjusting his face to be in front of it. He let his tongue out and put his mouth over the plastic cock. When he wrapped his lips around it, your mouth hung open. Harry was giving the fake cock a pretty hefty blowjob and when he deepthroated it and gagged, you soaked through your panties. It was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
He popped off of it and hummed. “There. Should be nice and wet now.”
You just stood there completely shocked. Harry looked up at you and blushed. “What?”
“I-. I’m dripping that was so hot.”
Harry smirked and put his head down. “Thanks. Yeh ready to get on with it now?”
You nodded and Harry returned to his position and you moved to his backside again. You took a little bit more lube and rubbed it on his hole and your fake cock and then pressed the tip to his hole. You heard him gasp and saw him grip the sheets as you put the tip in slowly. “Fuck.”
“Are you feeling ok?” you asked.
“Fuck yes. Feel great, baby. Put yer hands on m’ arse cheeks. Get into it, love,” he encouraged you.
You put your hands on his butt and squeezed his cheeks, making a moan come out of Harry. You had only stuck the tip of the cock in because you were nervous and you didn’t want to hurt him. But Harry was pushing you into him. “More,” he panted.
Using his cheeks for leverage, you pushed into him more and you were practically moaning as you saw him clench around the plastic. “So fucking good baby. Such a little whore wanting to fuck daddy. Makin’ m’ feel so good.”
You were moaning at his words. You don’t know how he could be in this state and still be so dominant but it was turning you on to no avail. His Dorothy dress was pulled up, his leggings were pulled down, he still had the bow in his hair and his rosy cheeks on.
You bottomed all the way out and just held yourself there for a minute. “Is this ok? Do you want me to move?”
Harry moaned. “Being such a good girl. Yes, baby. It’s fucking fantastic. Fuck daddy’s ass however you’d like.”
You bit your lip as you moved the cock slowly in and out of him. Hearing Harry gasp and moan because of you was something you didn’t know you needed. He held on to the headboard at one point and grinded his teeth together. “Bloody hell. So good baby. Keep going. Right there.”
You gripped onto his ass cheeks so hard that they were turning red. You were sweating and now completely soaked in between your legs. Beads of sweat were pulling at Harry’s forehead as well and his pink lips were getting chapped.
You were gaining confidence now. Not so much to be completely dominant, but enough to make him feel amazing. You had heard, from watching porn and from research, that going deep enough in, allowed you to hit their prostrate, which felt really good for men.
So, you mustered up the courage and slammed into him. Harry let out the deepest moan you have ever heard come out of him. "Oh my fuckin' God."
"Feel good, daddy?"
"Yes baby. Do that again," he said, burying his head into a pillow. You did it again… and again and again until Harry gripped onto his cock and stroked it. "'M gonna cum. Yer gonna make daddy cum."
You moved your hips in and out of him some more, but stilled yourself when you saw him shake and release into his hand.
"Do you want me to pull out?" You asked.
Harry nodded his head into the pillow and you pulled his cheeks apart and pulled out. He collapsed onto the bed and you sat on your knees, biting your lip.
After Harry caught his breath for a few minutes, he turned around to face you. "Holy shit."
"Was I any good?" You asked nervously.
Harry chuckled. "I think by the amount of cum on my hand, I'd say yes."
You bit your lip. He beckoned you over to him. "C'mere pretty girl."
You crawled over to lay on top of him and you kissed his lips. "Thank yeh. That was incredible."
"Really?" You asked. "I didn't know if I was doing it right."
"Well, baby. Yeh seemed like a natural to me," Harry said.
"Do you get sore after something like that?" You wondered.
"A bit. Probably it will be in the morning since I haven't done that in a while, but it was totally worth it," he said.
You nodded and bit your lip. "I liked it. And I liked that you were still dominating with me."
He smiled. "It was very hard. A few more thrusts and I probably would have been at yer mercy."
You giggled. "Well, maybe next time we can try that."
"Next time?" He raised an eyebrow. "My little slut wants to fuck daddy again?"
You nodded and he spanked you hard twice. "God, I fucking love yeh so much."
"I love you too."
"As hot as this is, why don't yeh take this off? And come sit on daddy's face? Know yeh need some stress relief after today," Harry said.
You unstrapped the strap-on and threw it on the bed. You pulled your fishnets and thong off of you and crawled up to Harry and sat on his face. After he gave you an earth-shattering orgasm, you felt all the stress leave your body and you both fell asleep, after you got changed into pajamas.
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lilliagradiewrites · 8 months
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freedom (HS)
In which you and Harry rehearse your first dance routine the night before your wedding.
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Pairing: Fiancee!Harry x Reader (non gender specified, though femme)
Content: Fluff. Disgustingly sweet, lovey dovey, sappy sloppy fluff.
Author's Note: HI BABIES! I missed y'all. I made a little bit of JOn Snow content, leaning on the steamier side... I'm afraid to try writing smut so I'm dipping my toes in by implying smut. Anways, in the meantime, I can always right darling sweet fluffly little fluff- which is exactly what this is. I had this idea while just going about my day today and I just HAD to write it. It is so fucking cute. I really hope you like this one. I promised you Harry content and I keep my word. Expect JJ content next! Maybe some spidey writings in our future as well.
I love yall, I hope you love this>
ENJOY!
“Okay, babe, we can do this. Right, left, spin. Are you ready to try?” Your voice was brimming with encouragement as you spoke to your fianceé, trying your damnedest to coax him out of his shell.
“I’m trying, lovie, I have two left feet.” Harry practically whined, dropping his hands from yours down to his sides like a child. You chuckled lightly to yourself at his protest, then pulled his hand back into yours. 
“You don’t, you’re just new at this. We’re learning together, C’mon, let’s try.” You counted off, then leapt into the dance steps, pulling Harry along with you. The piece was a short excerpt of a dramatic waltz. It was a particularly complicated portion routine, where your feet and Harry’s had to crossover in time with the music. The section was quick but required precision, and it ended with a flourishing turn in which your A-line reception gown would flow out towards your audience. Harry danced with a focused and determined expression on his lovely features, his eyebrows furrowing with attention. 
For the first time, you finish the section with complete success, and Harry spins you out over his knee. As you soon as you finished turning, you squealed and jumped into Harry’s arms, placing a firm kiss on his lips. “We did it! I told you we’d do it!”
Harry laughed at your excitement picking you up and planting another kiss. “It was great, darling.”
Once your husband-to-be lowered your feet back to the ground, you clapped your hands and began to speak. “Okay! So we did it, we got it, we can do it. It’s gonna be great. I think we should probably take a break and go enjoy the night with our friends. You ready to go?”
Harry’s eyes widened with a small inhale. “I-erm, well- I don’t know.” His cheeks went lightly pink with the statement. “Can we run it a few more times? I’m not ready yet, I don’t think.”
You smiled fondly at the love of your life. It meant so much to you that it means so much to him. “Of course. Try it with the music?”
After another hour of running and re-running the number, you finally decided to call it a night. “It’s great, Har. It looks really good. We’ve done it a million times not with no mistakes, it will be perfect.”
Harry looked at you with concern behind those green eyes you loved so much. “Are you sure we can’t practice with the choreographer one more time?”
You laughed, pulling your man close to you. His hands found their place on your hips naturally, your energies magnetic for each other. “The wedding is tomorrow, Harry. We don’t have any more time.”
Harry groaned and buried his head in your shoulder, feigning drastic disappointment. You laughed again, your hands finding his curls and twirling them between your fingers. After a moment, he looked up at you and wrapped his arms fully around you, pulling you closer into him. “I’m sorry for bein’ so nervous. I just want my first dance with my new, wonderful, beautiful wife to be perfect. I know it’s important to you. I want to make you proud and show you off right.”
As you gazed into his eyes, pouring adoration into them, you realized you may not be able to last one more night before this man was your husband. You placed your hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb over his cheekbones. “I love you so much. I cannot fucking wait to marry you. 
“I love you more than anything.” Harry replies, pulling you into the largest, tightest embrace. After a moment of holding you, he pulls back and plants a kiss on your forehead. “I’d better go. The boys are waiting for me at the bar, and we aren’t in the same room tonight, of course.”
You smile at him. “Go find your friends. Enjoy your final night of freedom.”
Harry leans down and kisses you. “You are my freedom.”
With that, he turns and leaves the ballroom, leaving you alone, smiling after him like a schoolgirl with a crush. 
As the silence filling his absence settles in, you realize that is the last time you will ever kiss a man who is not your husband.
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stylusmusings · 2 years
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Harry Styles NSFW ABC
TW: NSFW A - After Sex
Harry loves to take care of you after sex, whether that includes licking up anything that remains off on you or just cuddling in bed. More often than not, he likes being taken care of even more.
B - Bottom or Top
He is rather versatile depending on the mood. If he is angry at the press, then he tends to be more top leaning but in general, he likes to be taken care of and railed into the wall to take the edge off.
C - Cum
Harry loves to cum on himself or you. He prefers cumming on rather than in and will often pull out to get a kick out of it. He tends to lick it off himself if he made a mess on you and likes that being done in return. He is more than happy to kiss you while you taste of him.
D - Dress Up
The amount of times that Harry has come off of stage or from an event and had you rail him in it is ridiculous. Some of the trousers even remain to this day with a massive tear in them from your mutual excitement and he brings them out every so often to give you a private show. He likes roleplaying you as a fan sometimes or even a paparazzi that he caught.
E - Experience
Harry has more experience with women than men but he doesn't mind either way. He has still received more than he has given and so he tends to handle anal quite well. His hands however, have their own mind and they are something you often enjoy for their nimbleness.
F - Favourite Body part
His favourite body part on himself is his hair. It took a while for him to allow you to cum on it or tug it but he realised it he loves it as much as you do. He loves other people’s hands but also their hair - bad hair is kind of a dealbreaker.
G - Gag Reflex
Harry has a gag reflex but has learnt to take up to 7” without much unpleasant struggle. He doesn’t want it to get too easy as he enjoys the pain.
H - Hair
He likes to grow out a light treasure trail from time to time but with his flamboyant dress sense, he sometimes shaves it off.
I - Intimacy
Harry’s one of the most intimate people you’ll ever meet. There won't be any secrets and he will do everything in his power to look after you. He’ll spend more time in your arms than not.
J - Jerking
Harry’s British so he has a high sex drive. If he can’t get to you, then he’ll jerk off and send you a video on a phone dedicated just to them so that he doesn’t get hacked.
K - Kinks
Harry prefers telling you what to do but it doesn’t go as far as dominance. He just likes having control in bed to an extent which he doesn’t have in his media life.
If he can’t ride you before a show, he often tells you what he has up his ass during, just to turn you on.
L - Lube
Harry is a stickler for lube. As much as he wants to get railed hard and rough, he has to avoid being in too much pain to the point that it affects his walking for an extended period of time. Now and again, if he’s free of any social activity though, he’ll drop the lube if he can take you without.
M - Massages
One of the things he feels bad about is how much you massage him rather than vice versa. He likes being massaged before and after shows as well as whenever something goes wrong. They don’t often end up being sexual unless he’s horny, he mostly just ends up going to sleep after a performance.
N - Nopes
Harry doesn’t want to go public at all unless you want to and even then, he’s unsure.
He also hates bad hair and bad dress senses. While he likes someone who contrasts his flamboyancy, he doesn’t want someone who makes every fashion faux pas under the Sun.
O - Oral
He isn’t the biggest fan of blowjobs unless he’s stressing out at the piano or during a virtual meeting. He doesn’t mind giving head but there are other things he’d much rather do.
P - Position/Place
He prefers it doggy style - having you grip his hair and pull his head back as you fuck him senseless.
Harry isn’t the type to do things that are too risky. He often double checks the locks if it is at a hotel to avoid paparazzi and he’ll do anything to hide who you are from the media. Other than that, he’s all game within the house - pool, kitchen, shower, couch and sometimes even the bed.
Q - Quickies
Not the biggest fan of quickies unless he’s in the middle of something. He likes going through the motions of sex and then ending with a nice massage for himself.
R - Risky
Not the biggest risk taker surprisingly. Perhaps it was the fact that people were so quick to suggest a relationship and write fanfic about him and Louis when the reality was that the entire band was fucking each other.
S - Sexts
He sends sexts whenever he can. The first thing he did when your relationship got serious was buy you both a phone so that you can dedicate it to sexting.
T - Toys
Harry has always been nervous about buying toys in case the media got wind of it. But, since you introduced them to him, he uses them whenever he can’t get access to you. From time to time, you both use them in bed together but you mostly prefer just each other and some music.
U - Underwear
Harry doesn’t go simple with underwear. Sometimes, he’ll go commando but he prefers some expensive designer sexually-enticing underwear instead.
V - Volume
He’s rather loud, both as a top and as a bottom. The only times where he is quiet is those more sensual moments after a performance where he’s tired and just wants to make love to you.
W - Wrecking Ball
He isn’t the destructive type in terms of the bed frame but he will leave the occasional hickey.
X - X-Ray
He’s got an aesthetic, 7 inch, uncut cock that curves up slightly. He keeps his pubes trimmed most of the time
Y - Yeps
In sex, his biggest yeps is music but it cannot be his own - he feels too egotistical when that happens.
With a person, they have to be someone who doesn’t just like him because they are a fan. He wants someone who likes him for him and not for the celebrity.
Z - Zest
He likes sex when he’s trying to come up with songs but he also likes it before and after shows. He isn’t the horniest of people but he does enjoy sex at least once a day when possible.
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bl00dycham0mile · 2 years
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TW: blood, vampire feeding
imagine: vampire!Harry picks up human!y/n for a late night adventure and let's you drive his car. you both pull over after a bit and Harry can't resist tasting you any longer.
side note- i picture this being either Harry x reader or Harry x femboy!louis, nails done, short skirt, perfume and smeared makeup
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rambler73x · 11 months
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Years - Part 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1342907371-years-part-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=animal36&wp_originator=vjz2FuAIRsZQsfjqxv2stT4oOWjincPv0u48yGOe6uqp0KwNkTGgEo8nwZXM95pQ444HsNc7aSMjQFB3GHdIEXba1holvvh9Vg0xFFO73Jfih%2F3Tr%2FqoH2bQGwBEj%2BKp Follow Delilah and Harry through the years. They met for the first time at the ages of 23 and 25. One night stand turned into a beautiful friendship that neither of them were seeking. What happens on the day of the one night stand each year that follows.
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harrysonlylover · 2 months
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My OneShots Book is back up on Wattpad!!! It has CEO, Agentrry, Cowboyrry, Assassinrry + all the oneshots and blurbs.
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jarofstyles · 4 months
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Helllooo my loves!
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We have now put Verboten (bff dadrry) up on Wattpad. We reworked the first part and are editing it to add more stuff in it, so if you can check it out and give our first chapter a vote we would be so appreciative!
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britswriting · 7 months
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First Ultrasound | Quadruple The Love H.S
A/N: Just so we are clear, I'm not purposefully picking white girls to play the role! I'm just picking cute photos! - Also, there are more quadruplet images of Caucasian babies smh lol, but I will use POC photos as well! It's Y/N series, not an x person series so the skin color will more than likely not stay consistent!
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"Babe, I can see you sweating from here" Harry chuckled, walking towards me from the car.
Harry dropped me off at the automatic doors, the awkward wait and stares at my belly making me uncomfortable as he parked the car.
“Shut up! It’s fucking hot, Harry” I groaned, Harry intertwining our hands the welcomed AC
Checking in for something other than a pap smear and a stomach virus felt weird. 
I turned to look up at Harry as he filled out one of the forms, passing the front desk woman our insurance car, a grin on my face as it started to set in why we were here.
I was here for a baby. My baby. We were pregnant. I'm getting a checkup and an ultrasound.
Harry kept his hand in mine as we walked the halls, reaching the OBYN waiting room, quite a few pregnant people and there partners were sat. A few girls were on their own, and one girl had another girl sat next to her, both of them looking over a baby must haves magazine.
"Let's sit over here" Harry murmured quietly, dragging me towards a back cornered area of the waiting room next to a kids activity table.
"Aw!" I cooed, "Look how small" I pointed at the little kid chairs and coloring books.
I felt the waterworks start, Harry chuckling as he snatched a coloring book off the table along with a box of crayons.
"What are you doing?" I asked, pulling myself back together, sitting down next to him.
"Coloring" he replied like it was obvious.
"It's a kids coloring book"
"So"
"Oh my god" I laughed, Harry flipping through the book, landing on a page of a cat with a mermaid tail
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Harry colored the page, ignoring my teasing comments, passing me a crayon to join him before my name was called, the nurse grinning as Harry set the coloring book and crayons back on the table.
"If you can just step on the scale real quick. Would you like to know your weight or not?" She asked, respecting that I opted out, marking down the numbers before leading us to one of the rooms.
I thought getting STD tested was scary, but answering nurses questions for your file when you're pregnant is way scarier.
What if my numbers are too high? or low? What I have some weird blood type that is going to corrupt this child? What if I already had a bad weight gain? What if I'm already on the road to some sort of high risk pregnancy like diabetes or preeclampsia?
"Y/N? You have to uncross your legs and relax babe" Harry noted, the blood pressure cuff getting strapped around my bicep.
I sighed, nodding as I tried to relax, hating feeling the cuff tighten around my arm.
Did it have to hurt so much?
When the nurse confirmed that I was pregnant, my heart dropped to my stomach, the feeling of needing to throw up causing my throat to tighten.
There was a huge smile on Harry's face as the nurse continued to explain the next steps, but all I could think about was;
I'm pregnant.
I have a baby inside of me.
I'm in charge of another human. This humans life is in my hands. In my womb.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Harry rushed, pushing himself out of the chair and to my aid, "breathe. in, out" Harry coax, catching the nurses attention.
I did some deep breathing, getting myself to calm down, Harry's hand squeezing my own when he mouthed "Are you okay?" to which I nodded, only for the nurse to ask me if this was an unwanted baby.
"It's in your chart that you've been trying?" She asked, sounding confused.
"We have" Harry confirmed, the nurse looking over at me, confused.
"I just.. I'm pregnant" I spoke softly, Harry's brow furrowing. "I'm excited... but I'm.. I'm terrified. It's all on my shoulders to keep this baby safe. I'm just.."
"Y/N, breathe" Harry inhaled, then exhaled, having me follow him.
"I'm sorry" my voice cracked, my eyes stinging as tears threatened to rush down my cheeks.
I'm already a horrible mother.
I can't even act excited in front of the nurse.
"It's natural to be nervous" the nurse eased, my slight nod and Harry's soothing knuckle motion hopefully being enough to calm my nervous system. "You can be over the moon and terrified all at the same time. It's perfectly normal" He continued.
"I know.. I just.." I chewed my lower lip, "What if something happens? I mean, it's a miracle I'm pregnant to begin with and now.. and now that it's actually happened how do I make sure I don't mess it up?"
"Mrs. Styles, we're going to do our best and make sure you and your baby are healthy. Sometimes things happen, and it's never the mother's fault-"
"But it's my bodies fault" I interrupted, not daring to look at Harry.
"Sometimes things happen-"
"Because of my body. I can't have a baby" I interrupted again.
"And you're pregnant" the nurse's head nodded, my lips pursing.
"But I shouldn't be"
"It's not that you shouldn't be. No doctor told you it's suggested that you shouldn't be. You were told it was be hard to be; but not impossible, and look, now you're pregnant! We're going to keep watch, do our best to protect you and your baby and hopefully things go to plan. You can't worry too much though Mrs. Styles. The elevated blood pressure can risk you getting quite a handful of pregnancy complications" He warned and that alone was sending me into a mental hurricane.
When it came time for the ultrasound, Harry was giddy beyond belief.
I was as well, but I knew I'd be more excited once I was told that everything looked okay.
That me, and baby were okay.
Worse case scenario, I'm somehow miscarrying. Somewhat worst case is the pregnancy tests were false and my biggest fear that was forming a pit in my stomach was that I was pregnant, but I had some sort of detached egg and placenta thing, creating a high risk and or termination of pregnancy.
What if this was my one chance, and it didn't happen properly and I have to terminate it?
I don't think I'll survive that.
Harry called "Come in" when a knock sounded on the door, a youngish looking woman greeting us with a chart in her hand.
I laid back, the gel getting spread on my stomach, Harry taking a photo which made me laugh.
"Your fans would lose their minds if they knew you took selfies" I teased, the ultrasound technician smiling as turned on the machine.
"What they don't know won't kill them" he grinned, shoving his phone back in his pocket when I grabbed mine, returning the favor to record his reaction to seeing the baby.
"Are you guys ready?" She asked, the two of us nodding, our attention now on the tiny black and white static screen.
"Here's baby" She pointed, the little flick of a bean catching our immediate attention, "and... here's heartbeat" She pushed in on a button, the woosh sounding making our ears perk and our grins widen.
"What do you think, baby?" I asked, turning to look at Harry, seeing an overwhelming look of adoration towards the little screen, my heart melting right then and there.
I can't wait to watch him with the baby. He's going to be the best father ever.
With lack of reply, I turned back to look at the screen, wishing the baby was bigger so I could truly appreciate what was actually inside of me.
The wooshing noise stopped, my eyes snapping to look at the technician as she turned the screen towards herself.
I could feel my heart thump against my chest as I glanced over towards Harry who seemed worried, but was appearing to try very hard not to let it show.
"Everything okay?" I carefully asked, the technician humming.
"Baby's fine" she replied, "Um" she turned the screen back to us, "Do you guys see this?" She asked, pointing at the little bean, both of us nodding, "And do you see this?" She flipped screens, showing another bean. Harry's head tilting as I nodded slowly, also confused.
"That's the same, right?" I asked, the tech staying quiet.
"Do you see this one?" She asked, now my heart was really beating out of my chest.
What was happening?
Was this some kind of sick joke?
"You see here, each one has their own sack.." she pointed at three didn't placenta sacks.
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"Yeah.."
"I uh, you're having triplets" She announced, my body stilling as Harry's eyes widened slightly, lips parted out of shock. "Here's baby A... baby B... baby C" She noted, the little letters showing up on the screen before she took a picture.
"There's three? Three babies?" Harry asked, the tech nodding as she went back to the video screen, moving around to show each one.
"Three's three"
"How- what?" I stumbled, leaning up on my elbows to try and get a closer look.
There is no way in hell there are three babies inside my fucking womb right now.
"There's just three, right?" Harry asked, my eyes widening at the possibly of more.
I'm going to be fucking huge.
"I'm not a golden retriever, Harry! I can't have a litter" I panicked.
I wasn't even supposed to have one baby, and now I'm having three?!
THREE?!!!!!!!
"I can only see three" She confirmed. "There could be one or two hidden behind one of the other ones-"
"MORE?!" I freaked.
"But that's rare" She finished, my eyes practically popping out of my head as I started to laugh.
"You're joking right? That's just like.. some prank you do on new parents? Ha ha.. jokes funny. It's just one, right?" I freaked, Harry's hand finding mine, the tech shaking her head.
"I'm not pulling your leg. It's triplets at least" She said, my body falling back on the exam bed.
Triplets.
Fucking triplets.
How the fuck am I gonna carry triplets?!
BIRTH TRIPLETS?!
No.
No I can't.
I can't birth triplets.
"Do I have to birth them all? Induvially?!" I worried aloud.
"It's extremely rare due to complications. You have a extremely if not guaranteed confirmation of a c-section"
"I can't have a VBAC next time right? if there is a next time? if I want a next time.." I rushed out, the idea of not having the dream vaginal birth was making my heart feel crushed.
I knew I shouldn't have hopes and dreams, especially since this wasn't supposed to happen period.. but I can't help it.
If it was one baby, or maybe even two... I could've possibly had a vaginal delivery, right? Like that could've been a possibility?
"Let's cross that road when we get there" She chuckled and I sighed, my eyes falling shut.
I could hear the tone of Harry's voice, the vibration it caused in my ears, but I couldn't make out the actual words as tears begun to roll down my cheeks.
I'm having triplets.
Three babies.
Three babies are growing inside of me.
T h r e e b a b a i e s a r e g r o w i n g i n s i d e o f m e
I have to raise three children at once. Of the same age. Forever.
Oh my god.
"Babe, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears from here" he snickered, "Quit thinking so hard"
I rolled my eyes, my hands coming up to cover my eyes.
"You're positive it's three?" I asked again, the tech confirming for what was probably the fourth or fifth time since I blacked out whatever Harry said.
I left the appointment with my brain spiraling and a few pregnancy pamphlets in hand, Harry already googling the recommended websites.
"Wait, it says that multiples rarely go to full term, meaning... we have like........ way less time than normal" he finished, making me laugh at his lack of words.
"Aren't you scared?" I asked, turning to face him as he scrolled through his phone.
"Scared? Sure. The excitement overshadows it though"
"How does the excitement overshadow the fear?" I genuinelly asked, baffled by how his emotions were a complete 180 to my own.
"Because we went from day and night worrying about not having any kids, to having three, Y/N. I mean, that's insane! A whirlwind if you will, but it's exciting! We're having three babies!"
I stayed quiet, Harry rambling the entire drive home about how we have so many more names to pick out now, and asking me if we were having one nursery, or a gendered nursery or even giving them each their own nursery.
Saying I was overwhelmed was an understatment.
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Curvy Secret Part 11
I'm back with part 11! Now that they know they love each other, things are going to heat up. But everything can't be roses and puppies. There is angst but also filthy smut so enjoy.
WARNINGS: jealous smut, male receiving oral, protected sex, degradation, spanking, good girl kink, daddy kink, age gap, talks of weight, pussy spanking, cursing, angst, pet names, i think that's it. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18
Wc: 7,864
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When you arrived back at Harry's house, you made out against your car, but were so worried someone was going to see you, you cut it short. He placed his forehead against yours and you both sighed. "I have to go."
"Ok," he sighed again. "I love yeh."
"I love you too," you smiled.
"Text me when yeh get home, ok?" He asked.
You nodded. "I will."
"I love yeh," he said again.
"I love you too," you smiled before digging your keys out of your bag, getting in, starting it, and driving back to your place.
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You didn't realize a single tear fell from your eye as you pulled up to your house. You missed Harry already.
Getting out of your car, no one helped you take your bags out or was excited to see you or anything.
When you got to the front door, you opened it and put your keys down. Your mom was sitting in the kitchen eating lunch. Your dad was in his office and your brother and his girlfriend were out in the pool.
"(Y/N)! Welcome home," your mom said, putting down her bowl and coming to hug you. You hugged her back as much as you could with the bags in your hands.
"Thanks mom."
"How was it?" your mom asked. When your dad heard your voice, he got up and stood next to your mom and hugged you.
"Great!" You said a little too enthusiastically.
"A conference was great?!" Your dad asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well… yeah… you know, it was fun. The hotel they put us in was nice, so I got to go in the pool and stuff on our down time," you said.
"Ahh!" Your dad said.
"Plus!.... They talked about me getting a promotion and a raise, so I can finally get my apartment!" You lied.
"That's great, honey!" Your mom hugged you again.
"Congrats (Y/N)!" Your father said.
Just then your brother and his girlfriend walked in, drying themselves off. "What are we congratulating (Y/N) about?"
"Your sister got a raise and now can afford her apartment!" your mom said.
"So, you're moving out?" He asked.
You nodded. He did a little happy dance and you gave him a joking scowl. "Ha ha. Thanks."
"No, but I'm happy for you, (Y/N)," he said.
"Thanks, Ryan," you said. Your family looked at you all smiling and then you cleared your throat. "Ok. Well… I'm going to go put my bags down and then get out of these sweaty clothes," you chuckled.
Your family nodded and you ran upstairs. Putting your bags down, you picked your phone out of your purse and texted Harry.
I'm home 🥰
Dots appeared a few seconds later and Harry texted you back. Good. I miss you.
I miss you too :(
Then you followed up with,
I told my family on the "retreat" I got a promotion and a raise so I'm going to be moving out… 😬
Good. Rip the bandaid off early.
Yeah… guess I gotta start looking for places
Let me know how it goes
I will 🥰
Have a good night baby
Sweet dreams, H. I love you
I love you too <3
You laughed at his lack of emojis and locked your phone, placing it on the nightstand. You decided you'd unpack tomorrow.
Since it was mid-afternoon on a Tuesday you were surprised everyone was home, but your dad worked from home a lot, considering he was a high up boss, your brother was… well, he was in between jobs and your mother was working the night shift today.
You wanted to stay up and watch a movie or chill out, but the exhaustion from the weekend was taking over your body. You showered, picked out an outfit for work the next day and fell right to sleep.
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The rest of the week seemed to go by in a blur. You were behind in work and just seemed to come home, eat, and go to bed. You missed Harry a lot, but you texted everyday.
As you scrolled through your phone in bed, you looked for apartments. Harry was helping you search too and when he sent you one that was 5 minutes from his house, you bookmarked it, making sure you checked it out tomorrow.
You texted Harry good night and then went to bed.
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When you came home from work on Friday your dad told you he's closing up the pool for the season so you were going to throw one last bash with everybody.
A smile lit up on your face and you told him you would tell your friends about it, but knowing Harry would be there sent a shiver up your spine.
You texted your friends about the party and you all coordinated what alcohol you'd bring and the logistics.
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Saturday arrived and you realized you couldn't wear any bathing suit that was too revealing without your parents suspecting something.
You put on a cute bathing suit and a cover up as you helped set things up. As you set up the food, your friends and family started to arrive. Just as you set out the plates on the table, a bowl of pasta salad was being placed on the table by tattooed arms.
You smiled and froze as he stood behind you. "Hello, Mr. Styles," you teased.
"Well hello (Y/N). How have yeh been?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face.
"I've been great," you said as he stepped to your side. "You?"
"Good," he shrugged. "Lonely lately."
You smirked. "Yeah. Me too."
He lowered his voice. "I miss yeh."
"I miss you too, H," you whispered back, putting silverware on the table.
Harry raised his voice again and cleared his throat. "Do yeh need any help?"
"I'm ok, Mr. Styles," you chuckled. "Thank you. Go enjoy yourself."
"Oh I will," he mumbled under his breath as he walked away.
~
You helped your dad finish up everything and then greeted your friends. You slipped your cover-up off and stood in your bathing suit, talking before getting into the pool. You looked back over your shoulders and smiled as you made eye contact with Harry, who was looking you up and down.
You got into the pool and had a great time until it was time to eat. As you were in line, your mom was behind you, then her friend from work, her son, and then Harry.
"(Y/N)," your mom said, as you scooched up in line. "Have you met my friend, Dottie, from work? She brought her son, Kyle, with her and I think you two should talk."
She smiled at you and you just blinked. "Uh. Hi Dottie," you waved. "Hi Kyle. Nice to meet you." You gave him a small smile.
As you put a burger on your plate, your mom nudged you and whispered. "Ask him out."
You rolled your eyes. "Was this your plan all along? To set me up on a blind date. I don't even know him!"
You looked back at Kyle, who was smothering his burger in ketchup and mustard to the point where you couldn't even see the meat anymore. You winced.
He was cute. Boy-next-door cute, who wore a Scooby-Doo shirt, but he was nothing compared to Harry.
"So?" Your mom shrugged. "Get to know him. You haven't gone out with someone in so long."
"Oh, I don't think he'd be into me," you said, trying to change the subject as you scooped some of Harry's pasta salad onto your plate.
"He is," she said. "He's been talking about you since he got here."
You sighed. "Ok. I'll… talk to him after I eat, I guess."
Your mother smiled and continued to put food on her plate. "Good."
You went to go sit down at one of the tables set up on the lawn with your friend Jade and started to eat as a shadow approached you.
"Is this seat taken?" Kyle asked. You shook your head and he sat down. "I'm Kyle, by the way," he stuck his hand out for you to shake, which was clammy.
"(Y/N)," you mumbled. "And this is Jade."
"Hi!" She waved.
He waved back and his face turned red. "Sorry. I know we haven't met, but I think our moms are trying to set us up or something, so I figured we should get to know each other," Kyle nervously chuckled.
Just as he finished his sentence, a chair was pulling out next to him and Harry sat down. "Sorry. Everywhere else is full."
"Hi Harry," Jade giggled.
He waved with three fingers as he took a sip of his drink. He made eye contact with you and you blushed. "Continue yer conversation. Please. Don't mind me."
He shoved a fork full of potato salad into his mouth as Kyle spoke. "So, I was thinking we could grab dinner… get to know each other more…"
After that sentence, Harry practically choked on his food and Kyle had to pat his back to get the food back up. When he was fine, he glared at Kyle.
"Oh, uh…"
"I think that's a great idea!" Jade chimed in, hitting you in the ribs. "We can double date."
"With who?" You cocked an eyebrow.
"You and Kyle and me and Harry, silly," she said.
This time Harry had to get up and walk around as he practically spit his food out. "Us?" He coughed. "On a date?"
"Oh, I'd love to," Jade clapped her hands.
You knew her plan. She was trying to throw Harry for a loop, but he wasn't going to fall for it.
"How's Saturday at 7?" She asked. "Does that work for everyone?" When you all nodded and Harry groaned, you made eye contact again.
"Sorry," you mouthed. He glared at you.
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Dinner was over, and dessert was coming out. Harry brought chocolate-covered strawberries, for… memories, he told you in the kitchen, and you put the food on the table.
You went back in to get the rest of the food and stopped to talk to Harry.
"I'm sorry," you whispered. "My mom was trying to set me up with Kyle and he asked me out and then Jade just spoke up."
He whispered back. "It's not yeh and him 'm worried 'bout. Know yer mine. Know yeh wouldn't do anything. It's the fact that I have to spend two plus hours with her, most likely trying to feel me up and… more." He swallowed.
You smirked and then cringed. "Sorry, baby. I really am. I'll make it up to you I promise," you pouted.
He stood in front of you, pinning you against the kitchen island. "Don't do that, petal," he practically growled. "I haven't been able to fuck yeh let alone kiss yeh in over 4 days. And yer lips look utterly fuckable right now."
He looked down at your lips and then back up to your eyes. You swallowed. "Yes, sir," you said in a sweet voice.
Harry closed his eyes, trying to make himself not get hard. He breathed in through his nose. "We'll go on this date, but we're ending the night fucking."
You practically squealed and he kissed you, just as the door opened. You pushed him away from you quickly, but let out a breath when you saw it was Amelia.
"Hey, you two," she smiled.
"Hi," You nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.
"So the weekend went… well I'm guessing?" She asked.
You nodded and looked at Harry, who smiled. "Really well."
"Good," she smiled. "I'd get back out there. Your mom's asking for you, (Y/N). Wondering where the brownies are." She smirked.
You grabbed the tray. "Sorry!" Then you handed another dessert to Harry. "We're coming."
"Hey," Harry turned to Amelia. "Thanks fer not telling anyone."
She winked. "I got you, Har."
He smiled and so did you and you drug him outside. You put the last of the dessert out and breathed out heavily. "What took so long (Y/N)?" Your mom asked.
"Sorry," you apologized. "I was talking to Mr. Styles about his reunion."
"Ah," your mom did not sound enthused. "Well, maybe you should talk to Kyle more, you know?"
"We're going out to dinner Saturday," you said.
"Oh good," she smiled.
You fake smiled back, took two strawberries off the table and put one in your mouth.
As you ate dessert, Amelia pulled you by the arm and said kind of loudly, "I heard you got a promotion." She pulled you away so you two could talk.
"Thanks," you said, "but I didn't really get a promotion."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Harry's offering to pay for an apartment for me so I can move out, but obviously no one else knows about us besides you, so I lied," you said quietly.
"Ahh," she smiled. "Well, have you found a place yet?"
"Not yet," you shook your head. "I saw one place near Harry, but haven't checked it out yet."
"The Seaview Apartments?" She asked.
"Yeah," you nodded.
"I can get you a tour this week," she said.
"Oh my God! I forgot you guys were realtors!" She said, clutching her arm.
She laughed. "Yeah. I'd be happy too. You know, secretly."
You giggled. "Thank you."
"No problem… so, did you guys ever…?" She raised her eyebrows up and down.
"Yeah," you blush. "Multiple times actually. We actually said 'I love you' on the last day," you bit your lip. "This is so hard not being able to like… be together."
"Why don't you just tell your parents? I'm sure they'll be fine. They obviously love Harry," Amelia asked.
"I want to," you sighed. "But Harry's convinced my dad will literally murder him."
She chuckled. "That's understandable. But talk to him," her eyes flicked over to where Harry and Niall were. "Before Harry stares too long and gives it away."
You bit your lip and looked back. Harry was indeed staring at you and then he looked away when you caught his eye.
"I'll talk to him, but it's so hard to get him by himself at a place like this," you said.
"I know," she sighed.
You sighed back. You made small talk and asked how she and Niall were doing, which was great. Then you went on with the party.
You went back in the pool, because your friends were in there, but you also loved the pool. As it was getting dark your dad encouraged everyone to get in as this was the last day it'd be open for the rest of the year.
Everyone stripped down to their bathing suits and got in. It was a bit crowded but once a game of water volleyball started, it really didn't feel too bad.
It was men vs. women and you and your friends had to stop staring at all of their chests before you huddled together for a game plan.
Before you broke Whitney said, "Am I the only one who literally can't concentrate? Like all the men are so hot."
"Well, my dad and brother aren't," you said and Ryan's girlfriend disagreed with the latter.
The game went on for a while and the men beat the women. You were all too distracted.
Everyone was leaving around 10pm and you yawned as you walked into your little pool house to get changed. You put on a loose top and shorts and headed back out to assist with clean up. Your brother was already leaving with his girlfriend to go to her house and your dad and Harry were talking.
You hugged all the guests as they left and then helped your mom clean up. After a few minutes, when everyone cleared out, you were heading in to clean up the trays and plates as your mom took care of the trash outside. Your dad started to drain the pool, which made you sad.
"'M gonna use the loo before I go," you heard Harry say.
You were cleaning the dishes in the sink and heard the door open. You didn't turn around and continued to hum to yourself as you cleaned.
Harry laid a spank on your ass as he walked by to the bathroom and whistled. You yelped but smiled as he winked. Harry did his business and then came back out to stand behind you. "Not gonna say goodbye, hmm?" He whispered in your ear.
You put the dishes down as he held onto your hips. He kissed your neck and you let out a light moan. "Harry, we can't."
He pulled back from you and pouted. He sighed. You turned around and he still held onto your hips. "I meant to tell you… Amelia's showing me an apartment this week."
His face lit up. "That's amazing, baby! Where at?"
"Some place called Seaview," you played coy.
"That's walking distance from m' place," he smiled.
"Oh? Is it? I didn't notice," you said, smirking.
"Mmm," he said before placing a peck on your lips. "I think yeh did."
You giggled. "Ok. I did."
"Thought so." He smiled back. "Good. Then, I can always stop over after work."
You smiled at the sentiment. "Can't wait."
"Me either," he said. Harry gave you one last kiss then sighed. "Ok. I have to go, before someone gets suspicious."
"Ok," you kissed him. "I love you."
"I love yeh more," he smiled. "Bye."
"Bye," you waved, as he walked out the sliding door.
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After work on Monday you went to check out the apartment. Harry met up with you, he was paying for it after all, and you met up with Amelia. You loved that you could hold hands and show PDA around her.
The place was great. It was spacious. Perfect for one person just starting out and it was close to Harry.
"So, there's a gym on the bottom floor and it's an extra $5 a month and a pool and hot tub free to use," Amelia told you.
Harry looked at you at the word "hot tub" and you smirked.
"It all seems perfect Mia," you said. "Thank you."
She smiled. "No problem. It's 1,800 a month, by the way."
You looked at Harry and made a cringe face.
He chuckled. "That's fine. Do we need to sign anything?"
"Yeah. Let's go to my office and we can talk about getting you moved in (Y/N)," Amelia said.
"Great," you said, clutching Harry's hand and walking with her.
You signed some papers, talked a bit, and scheduled a move-in date- about three weeks. Harry was smiling so big, so excited for this next step for you.
When everything was squared away, Harry drove you home. On the way there, you made conversation. "Thank you again, babe. I swear I will pay you back as soon as I can."
He chuckled. "Don't worry 'bout it, love. 'M happy to do it."
"I love you."
"I love yeh so much (Y/N)," he said, giving you a side eye while keeping his other on the road.
You smiled. "So… the other day… at the pool party got me thinking."
"Uh oh," he joked.
"Shut up," you lightly tapped him. "No. I was just thinking that I can't wait until we're out with this whole thing. It killed me not to touch you and be with you the whole time." You sighed.
"Me too (Y/N)," he said, running a hand through his hair. He sighed. "Soon. I promise. I just have to figure out…"
"...how to tell my dad," you finished.
"Yeah…," he sighed.
You sighed again. "We love each other. And we're adults. It shouldn't be this complicated."
He chuckled while pulling up to your house. Luckily, no one was home yet. "I know. I know (Y/N). But I value my skull not being beaten in."
You leaned over to kiss him. "Ok… I get it."
"Are yeh mad at me?" He asked, returning your kiss.
"No," you said. You were, but only a little bit. You understood both sides.
"Yeh sure?" He pouted.
"Positive," you smiled.
"'M sorry," he said, cupping your chin.
"Don't be sorry, ok? I understand, H. I do," you assured him.
"Ok," he nodded. "Hey, listen. Next week when we go on that 'double date' yer not gonna dress sexy, are yeh?"
You smirked and ignored his question, giving him one last peck. "Goodnight, Daddy." You got out of the car. "I love you."
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N) get back here right now!" He threatened.
You waved when you got to the front door and then giggled. Harry scowled at you and shook his head. "I love yeh!" He shouted from the car. You blew a kiss and then went inside. Harry drove off and you know you pissed him off.
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The week went by quickly and everything was going smoothly. It was almost time for your double date and you wanted to tease Harry a little bit before you went.
Should I wear this tonight? 😉
You sent him a picture of your outfit along with it.
It took him a few minutes to respond but when he did you smirked. If you wear that, I will bend you over the table and have my way with you at the restaurant
Promise? 🥰😉
At this point, Harry was getting hard. He wasn't going to survive this date.
Brat
Your brat 😏
(Y/N)....
What?
Stop!
Sorry daddy
I said stop!
Ok. I'm stopping. Getting changed now! See you soon.
It better not be into that outfit. When you didn't answer him back, he got frustrated. (Y/N)!
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Kyle arrived about 5 minutes early to pick you up. You put on a dress that you thought was pretty tame.
When he greeted you, his mouth hung open. "Wow. You look hot!"
You giggled. "Oh. Thanks."
You got into the car and headed to the restaurant. You figured Harry was probably picking up Jade at this point and you felt sympathy for him.
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The reservation was set under Jade's name- since this was all her idea-and you went to go sit down. Harry and Jade arrived a few minutes later. He looked miserable and she giggled and held onto his arm.
You sucked your lips into your mouth in order not to laugh.
They sat down and her hands were all over Harry. You weren't jealous because you knew Harry couldn't stand Jade.
The waitress came and took everyone's orders. Harry was ogling your cleavage and smirked when you looked at him. "Yeh look nice," he told you.
"Thank you, Mr. Styles," you said, smirking back.
He nodded. "Don't I look nice?" Jade asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah. I guess," Harry said, scanning his menu.
You had to try to hold back your laughter. Jade pouted and then looped her arm into Harry's. He sighed.
You started to make conversation until your food came. Kyle shifted and put his arm around you in the booth. Harry stiffened. You didn't move closer to him, just sat there and folded your arms. You looked at Kyle and he smiled at you and you gave a faint smile back.
Harry's grip on his fork made his hand turn red. Jade giggle was making his blood boil and the closer Kyle moved to you, the madder he got.
"So.. Kyle," Harry pretended to smile at him. "What do you do for a living?"
He swallowed his food. ",I, uh, am still looking for a steady job. I just graduated from college in May, so right now I'm a dish washer at a restaurant."
Harry nodded his head. "Ahh."
"Yeah," he chuckled nervously. "It pays but not much."
Harry nodded his head again.
"So what do you do?" He asked.
"I work as an engineer… with (Y/N)'s father actually," he said, clearing his throat and looking right at you.
"Oh," he swallowed, suddenly nervous. He retracted his arm from you quickly and Harry smiled.
You bit your lip and ate your food so you didn't laugh.
"I didn't know you worked with Mr. (Y/L/N)," Jade said. "So, you make a lot of money," she said, putting her hand on his leg.
Harry threw her hand off his leg, not making that mistake again.
"Jade!" You scolded. "I don't think that's appropriate."
He chuckled. "No it's ok. I do actually. Doing pretty well for m'self." Harry beamed right at Kyle.
"That's so hot," Jade said, moving her hand back on Harry's leg and moving it up further towards his crotch. Harry jumped and got up.
"Uh. I need to use the loo. 'Cuse me," he said, getting up and heading to the restroom.
Jade giggled and ate her food for a bit before saying, "The loo. He's so British and mature," she sighed. "No offense, Kyle."
"None taken," he said.
"I think we'll make a great couple," she said. You choked on your drink.
"Couple?" You chuckled.
"Yeah. You don't think so?" She asked.
But you didn't get to answer because Harry came back at that moment. He sat back down and continued eating like nothing happened.
As the conversation flowed, you noticed Jade and Kyle had a lot of chemistry. You and Harry kept up normal conversation until you slid your foot up his leg.
His eyes got wide and he almost choked on his food as your foot got higher. "You ok, Mr. Styles?" You asked.
He scowled at you. "Yes, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth. "'M fine."
"Good," you smiled, going back to eating your salad, which made Harry mad by the way.
You took your shoe off and moved your foot to right on top of his clothed cock. Harry had to hold back a moan. Luckily, Jade was talking a mile a minute and didn't notice the looks you two were exchanging.
By the end of your little game, Harry was now hard in his trousers and trying everything in the world to get it down. Jade. Jade's laugh. Trash. Rude people. His mom. His best friend.
It was working a bit and by the end of the dinner, he only had a semi. Everyone finished their food and the waiter brought the check. No one moved for a second and then Harry shook his head and chuckled, grabbing the book with the check in it.
You started to grab your purse and that's when Kyle got the hint and took out his wallet. "Hey bro. How much is our cut?" He asked, pointing to you and him.
Harry looked up and shook his head. "'S 'bout $45, plus tax and tip."
Kyle looked through his wallet and sighed. "I only have $30."
This time Harry threw the little book on the table and laughed. "Yeh planned to take this fine young lady out to dinner, on a DATE, and yeh only have $30 on yeh? Unbelievable."
"I… might have my debit card… uh, let me check," Kyle said, looking through his wallet.
"It's ok," you said. "I can cover the rest."
"NO (Y/N)!" Harry said and you almost jumped. He stuck his credit card into the book and handed it back to the waiter. Kyle threw down his cash for the tip and you added $10.
At this point, Harry just wanted to punch Kyle. You could tell. He was so glad this "date" was almost over. After the waiter returned with his card and receipt, you all put your jackets on, as September was ending and it was getting chilly out, and said goodbye.
Harry gave you a hug when you were leaving and whispered in your ear, "Come back to m' place." You nodded and then said bye to Jade.
Harry dropped Jade off at her place, even though she wanted him to come in, and he said no. Kyle dropped you off at your house and kissed you on the front porch, just a peck. When you didn't invite him in, he left. You waved bye and the second he left, you got into your car and drove to Harry's.
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Harry arrived about 10 minutes after you did, seeing as how he had to drop Jade off. You got out of your car when he arrived and you smiled at him.
"Gotta get yeh a key," was all he said as he approached his front door and opened it.
You've been to Harry's house about 3 times in your life, so you were sort of familiar with it. You left your purse on the couch and turned around to face Harry.
He looked angry and your face dropped from happy to scared. "I can't believe he would treat a woman like that, treat YOU like that. Oh, he just… boiled my blood. 'M not insulting his job. I appreciate everyone, but why would yeh go on a date if yeh couldn't afford it? Makes no sense."
You pouted. "I can pay you back baby. It's ok."
"No it's not. He probably didn't even walk yeh to the door. Let yeh walk up by yerself right?" Harry continued.
"No. He…" you whispered. "He walked me to the door and…"
You were looking down at the floor and you whispered your words.
"And what, baby?" He asked.
"Well… he kind of… kissed me. Just a quick peck on the lips!" You assured him. "I pulled back. I promise!"
He breathed heavily through his nose. "I see."
"He caught me off guard, H. It didn't mean anything. Had to keep up the act. You know I love you," you whined.
He stared at you, his bright green eyes turning dark. Harry brought his hand up to your lips and ran his thumb over them lightly. "He kissed these lips?" You nodded. "MY lips?"
"I'm sorry Harry. You know I don't like him," you whined. You sucked his thumb into your mouth when he ran it across the middle of them. He let you suck for a little before pulling his thumb out. You whined.
"Go to my bedroom," he said, spanking you slightly.
"Y-yes sir," you said. You stumbled down the hall on shaky legs and found his bedroom. You breathed in his scent on the bed and hummed.
He walked in, his back towards you, taking off his shoes and coat and watch and accessories before unbuttoning his shirt and turning around to you.
You laid down in your dress, your chest heaving and your heart beating in your ear. He hadn't kissed you yet, so you knew he was a bit mad. "'S it ok if 'm a bit… rough tonight? Think I need to teach yeh a lesson."
You moaned and nodded, so turned on by the fact that you were going to be manhandled. He stood in silence as he unbuttoned his shirt and rolled his sleeves up his arms. "Words, darling."
"Please, daddy. Pleaseeee be rough," you begged.
He snarled and unbuckled his belt and snapped it once it was off of him. "Need yeh to remember who yeh belong to."
You gulped.
"Strip," he commanded.
You sat up on your knees and pulled your dress over your head.
"Yeh looked so sexy tonight," he said in a low voice.
"The dress was kind of tight…," you began.
"Let me finish," he snapped his belt again.
"Sorry," you whispered.
"Yeh looked sexy, BUT… yer only supposed to look that sexy fer me. Not anyone else. Not a boy who can't even pay fer his date. ME. Got that?" He said.
You nodded. "Yes, daddy. Sorry."
"Good girl," he said, dropping the belt to the floor and unzipping his pants, leaving him in his rolled up shirt and boxer briefs.
You whimpered and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Sitting on your knees in just your mismatched bra and panties, Harry thought you looked delicious. He walked forward and gripped your chin. "Was gonna give yeh a kiss but I need to clean that mouth of Kyle before I do that."
You whimpered and nodded.
"Kneel. On the floor," he said. You did just that and stuck your tongue out, waiting for his cock. Harry stripped his shirt off, exposing his beautiful, tattooed chest. He reached into his underwear and stroked his cock slowly. "Look how desperate yeh are. Fucking cockslut."
You whined and nodded. "Please daddy. Let me have your cock."
He chuckled. "Pathetic."
You kept your tongue out and your eyes flicked to him jerking off his cock. He cupped your chin. "Stay just like that, petal."
Harry took his underwear off with his other hand. Now, he was stroking his cock bare and your mouth started to water. He walked a bit to get close to your mouth and he smacked his cock on your tongue. You moaned. "Need to get his taste out of yer mouth. Gonna take m' cock all the way, pet?"
You moaned at the nickname and nodded.
"Good girl," he said, sliding his cock further into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked on it as he moved his hips slowly into your mouth.
His cock reached the back of your throat and he tapped your cheek, encouraging you to open your throat more. When you did, Harry grunted and you gagged. Your nose hit his happy trail and you felt your eyes start to water.
"Look at yeh. Look so pretty gagging on m' cock. This is the only cock yeh should be gaggin' on, right?" He asked, giving you a slight slap to your face.
You nodded and mumbled out a 'yes daddy' while on his cock.
He smiled and grabbed onto the back of your hair. He shoved his cock in and out of your mouth fast. He moaned above you and your mascara was starting to run as tears filled your eyes. A few more thrusts and a look at your fucked out face and he was cumming in your mouth.
"Don't swallow," Harry said as he pulled out.
You held his cum on your tongue and opened your mouth until you were told otherwise.
"Let me see," you opened your mouth and he stuck a finger in your mouth and rubbed it on your lips. "Mmm. Yeh think Kyle is gone from that mouth?"
You nodded, your mouth wide open.
"Good. Swallow fer me, baby," he said and you did.
You let out heavy breaths and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, your mouth super dry.
"What next, daddy?" You said in a hoarse voice, your throat sore from the beating it just took.
He chuckled. "So eager, puppy. Still think yeh need a little bit more of a lesson. Don't yeh think, petal?"
"Yes, daddy," you said quickly. "Whatever you want."
"Good girl," he said. Harry went to sit on the bed, his cock still semi-hard. "Now strip the rest of your clothes and then sit," he tapped his legs.
"Yes, sir," you said, taking your bra and panties off.
You sat on his lap, his cock sitting in between your folds. "Can you kiss me now?" You asked.
He grabbed your chin and pulled your lips towards him, kissing your lips but only for a second. You whined.
"Listen to me. I know yeh can take m'cock down yer throat, you've done it a half dozen times now, but if I get too rough with these next actions, yeh need to shout 'red,' do yeh understand me?" Harry asked.
You nodded, your face still in his hand. "Yes. I understand."
"What do yeh say if yeh want to stop?" He asked.
"Red," you responded.
"Good girl," he smiled and scooted back a little on the bed. "Can yeh lay across me, love?"
You nodded and adjusted yourself, sitting across his lap. Harry fixed you how he wanted you- your legs on the ground, your ass up, your tits on his thighs and your face up.
He ran his finger across your back lightly and you shuddered. "Don't forget that yer mine. This body is mine. Everything is mine."
"Yes sir," you let out a strangled response.
"Yeh let someone else kiss yer lips AND yeh wore a slutty dress, which you tried to say was too tight. Yeh know how I feel 'bout that, love," he said, his hand resting on your ass cheek.
"I'm sorry daddy," you whimpered.
"Plus, yeh ordered a salad when I know yeh didn't want that," he said.
He delivered three hard spanks to your left ass cheek and you involuntarily moaned. Harry chuckled and mumbled a 'pathetic' as he spanked your other cheek three times as well.
You let out a heavy breath and you could feel your nipples getting hard against Harry's thigh and your pussy was getting wet each time he spanked you. He rubbed your cheeks to soothe them, as his rings left significant marks on them.
"Yeh doing ok, m' love?"
"Uh huh," you said, your mind getting fuzzy. "Please don't stop."
"Oh," he raised an eyebrow. "Yeh like when I spank yer ass?" He spanked you again.
"Yes," you moaned.
"Such a naughty little girl, baby. Bet yer pussy's real wet," he teased, spanking you two more times.
You could only moan. Harry wanted to moan too. Your butt looked so beautiful to him, and having his hand prints on them, turned him on even more. Your cheeks jiggled each time he spanked you.
He kept one hand on your ass and moved the other down to your pussy, which was dripping. Harry stuck two fingers into you and you gasped, clutching on his thighs. "Daddy."
Moving his fingers in and out of you quickly, Harry chuckled. "Slut. Pretty little pussy is just dripping on me."
Harry spanked you twice again and your moan got caught in your throat. You've never been man-handled like this and it was turning you on and making your toes curl. You loved it and you loved that Harry was doing it to you.
"Do yeh wanna keep going, love?" He asked.
You nodded. "Do whatever you want to me, please."
Harry's eyebrow raised and he smirked. "What's your color, baby?"
"Green. So green," you whined.
"Good," he delivered five more spanks to each cheek and then pulled his fingers out of you. You whined.
Soon enough he was picking you up and throwing you on the bed. "Do yeh have to get home by a certain time?"
You shook your head. "I'll just explain I slept over."
"Kyle's house?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, who else's house would I be over, according to my family?" You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
This enraged Harry even more. He sat on his knees and opened your legs. "I don't think yeh deserve to cum."
You whimpered. "No. Please daddy. Please let me cum."
He didn't answer you and just delivered three spanks to your pussy instead. "Shut up. Complaining and pleading won't help, sweetheart."
A single tear fell down your face. You weren't upset, it just slipped out.
Turning soft again, he wiped it away. "Yeh ok?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I don't know why I'm crying. I’m enjoying it, I promise."
"Yeah?" He asked, slapping your pussy again.
You nodded and whimpered. He could tell you were enjoying it because your core was getting wetter by the second.
“Who do yeh belong to, baby?” Harry asked.
“You,” you whined. “I belong to you. I love you.”
“Really?” he opened your pussy lips and shoved two fingers in again, fucking you with them.
You gasped and nodded your head quickly.
“Because it didn’t seem like it earlier,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
Just as you were going to answer him, Harry curled his fingers in you, finding your g-spot. All you could do was gasp. “Pathetic. Can’t even answer me.”
You swallowed and closed your eyes, trying to put the words together in your brain. “I had to…” another gasp as he added another finger. “Couldn’t let them know how wet you make me, daddy.”
“Mmm,” he smirked. “I guess that’s true.”
“Please,” you begged. You didn’t know what you wanted him to do, you just wanted him to do something.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Turn around! Get on your hands and knees right now.”
You swallowed and listened to exactly what he said, getting on all fours. Harry growled at the marks that were left on your ass cheeks. He could see one of the imprints from his rings. He would probably feel bad about it in the morning, but right now he was too much in dom mode and that it was just turning him on.
“Stick your arse up!” he demanded, spanking you one more time.
You stuck your ass up in the air, your head buried into one of his pillows, his scent relaxing you. “Mmm,” he hummed, as he rubbed over your ass cheeks. “I don’t know if yeh deserve m’ cock.”
“Pleaseee,” you begged. “Please daddy. Want your cock so bad. I’ll be good.”
“Mmmm,” he thought. “I guess yeh are being good now and listening to what ‘m telling yeh.”
You nodded your head into the pillow.
“But yer not fucking cumming,” he warned.
You groaned into the pillow as he separated your ass cheeks. You heard him gather up spit in his throat, and then felt it land in between your cheeks. “Dirty whore.”
You moaned and Harry could see your core clench and a bit of wetness fall out of you when he called you names like that. He leaned over into his drawer, and grabbed a condom, which he noticed was getting low, and rolled it onto his cock, which was completely hard again by now.
He knelt on his knees and ran his cock through your wet folds, seperating them with his hands, before sticking his cock in. You’ve never fucked in doggy before, so not being able to see his face was torture for you, but as long as his cock was in you, you started to care less.
Harry pushed himself into you slow, bottoming out. You moaned and he breathed out through his nose. “Fuck me," he moaned. You were so wet, like soaking wet and the way your walls were clenching around him already was driving him insane.
You gripped onto the sheets and moaned. “Daddy,” you begged. “Please fuck me.”
“Shut up,” he spanked your ass cheek.
You whined, but stopped complaining as soon as he slammed his cock in you fast. Your whine quickly turned into a moan. Harry held onto your hips as he fucked you hard. As he continued to thrust into you, Harry moved his hands from your hips to your ass cheeks to your back and wherever he could reach. It sent a chill up your spine. It was like he was claiming you.
Harry was reaching the deepest parts inside of you. He was making your eyes roll back and your toes curl. His constant thrusting into you was sending you over the edge and you clenched around him.
“(Y/N),” he warned. “Don’t yeh dare fucking cum.”
“Please,” you begged. “Please. I need to cum.”
Harry pulled out of you, but pulled your torso up towards him, so your back was against his chest. He whispered in your ear with clenched teeth, “Yer pushing yer limits, sweetheart. Stop being a brat.” He swatted both of your tits with his right hand. You yelped.
He tortured you more, by having his cock resting on your butt crack while he played with your nipples and ran his hands down your body. “Look at this gorgeous body. All mine, right?”
“Yes daddy,” you moaned, your eyes fluttering. “All yours.”
“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear. He took one of his hands off your body and lined his cock up to your hole, pushing back into you. “Gonna be a good little cock slut and make me cum, hmm?”
You nodded, your mouth hanging open. “Thought so,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you down on his cock, your entire body feeling like a jackhammer.
At this point, your make-up was ruined, your hair was messed-up, your throat was dry, and you were spiraling. The sound of Harry’s balls hitting onto your ass cheeks were the only sounds, along with your grunts and moans, that could be heard in the room.
He slammed into you for the next five minutes before you admitted, “Harry, I think I’m going to cum.” Harry immediately stopped his movements inside of you and pulled your hair, so you were looking back at him.
“What did yeh just call me?” he asked.
“I mean daddy. Sorry. I’m going to cum,” you whined.
“Being such a good girl and telling daddy,” he said, kissing you softly. He pulled out of you again for a second until you couldn’t feel your orgasm anymore.
He let go of your hair and pushed you back down on the bed, so you were on all fours again. Harry spanked each cheek twice before he moved to stand on the ground and pulled you to the edge of the bed.
Harry slammed back into you, his hard cock leaking pre-cum. He moaned this time, feeling his high approaching. Gripping onto your thighs, he fucked your hole until he felt like he was going to bust. Harry spanked your cheek one more time and said through gritted teeth, “‘M going to cum. Feel free to.”
You moaned and felt yourself slowly letting go at his permission. You grabbed onto the pillow and screamed into it as you came. Harry spilled into the condom and stilled his hips. Once you both calmed down, he pulled out, tearing the condom off of him and throwing it in his trash can. "Don't move."
You stayed in the position you were in until you felt a warm material in between your legs. You winced. "Sorry baby. There's so much. Gotta clean yeh up."
Once you were all clean and Harry was too, he crawled into bed next to you and put his arm around your waist, making you fall on top of him. "Yeh ok?"
You nodded.
"Yeh sure?" He asked.
"Yes," you said. "I'm fine."
"'M sorry. That boy just made me mad. Plus, I had to remind yeh who's yeh are," he said, kissing your forehead.
"I know. It's ok. I really liked it," you admitted, biting your lip.
"Yeah?" His face lit up.
You nodded your head again while biting your lip.
"Noted," he said.
You chuckled and snuggled into him. "My mom's going to think the date went well."
"(Y/N), do not start," Harry warned. "I do not have the energy to do that again."
You giggled and kissed his nose. "Maybe I want you to be rough again."
"Yer gonna be the fucking death of me (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," Harry sighed.
You hummed. "Good."
He grabbed your jaw and kissed you lightly. "Mine."
"Yours," you agreed.
"I love yeh."
"I love you too," you said, snuggling under the covers.
Now, you just wish he would tell everyone else you were his.....
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the fact that i’m the top post for #harrystylessmut is so funny to me because it’s just a picture of harry looking hot as fuck with cowboy hat
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thinking of fall and how badly i want to write harry fluff of fall actives 👹 submit ideas to me!!?
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My Favorite Harry Styles Fics MASTERLIST
My Masterlist Masterpost where you can find my writing.
This is going to be a Masterlist full of my favorite Harry Styles fanfictions that I recommend and love. The purpose of this Masterlist was originally for me to keep all of my favorite writings in one spot so I can come back to find them easily, but of course anyone is free to view.
I will separate and organize this Masterlist dependent on what the writing classifies under. I will separate Series: (has chapters with a continuous story line or one shots with the same plot & universe), One Shots: (really random fics that can have a variety of plots), dad!harry: (writings that are centered around Harry being a dad or states matter of factly Harry is a father), and any other categories I may create when I feel its needed.
Also, I'll give you a mini review on what I thought about each fanfiction. Stickily my opinion though so take my review with a grain of salt.
Last updated: (11-10-22)
*Please give these a read or and show the writers some support.*
Warning: will contain a lot of smutty fics!!!!!!!
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Series-
Sail The Widest Stretch by @beautifulletdownfics
A friends to lovers story about pub trivia, fraying adult friendships, and the squishy parts of us that break and heal.
Personal Review: Great 10 part story (very long chapters I might add) w/ a ending one shot. My only problem was the lack of details when it came to the smut scenes but that didn't push me away enough to not read. Defiantly recommend.
Only Human by @hsogolden
Harry and Y/N are friends…. with benefits, but not the kinds you’re thinking of.
Personal Review: Not much to say. It's a very long 13 chapter fic that has a lot of angst, romance, and fluff.
Take it Slow by @atlafan
Y/N had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Personal Review: When I tell you this is my favorite Harry fic of all time I mean It. Its SOOO good. It's extremely long. 90 long chapters to be exact. Took me about 3 weeks to read. Lots of VERY DETAILED SMUT. Honestly would love this to become a movie it's so good. Also there is a sequel that's just as good. HIGHLY RECOMMEND if you love the idea of growing a life with Harry because that's what a lot of this is focused on.
My Everything by @atlafan
What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.
Personal Review: This is the sequel to Take it Slow and It's just as good. It continues their relationship. Its not as long chapter wise (only 20 chapters) but they are very long chapters. This fic made me cry harder than any movie or book I've ever read. Not because it was overly sad, but because of the emotional attachment I had with the characters and sad it ended. Also VERY HAPPY ENDING.
FROM EDEN by @harryhoney-bee
19th century!h / baker!h / forbidden love.
Personal Review: I tagged the Masterlist instead of listing every individual one-shot for this universe. This is a great continuing series that has great smut, great angst, and great fluff. Highly recommend if you're into au Harry fics.
Office Neighbors by @atlafan
You’re a new professor working towards your PhD, and Harry is your new office neighbor.
Personal Review: My third favorite Harry fic of all time. Great, detailed smut. All chapters are over 10k words long. Harry is his soft and caring personality that he has in real life. Harry is a single dad so that means dilf!harry. Great relationship evolution. Completed series as well. Just overall one of the best written fics i've read in a while. And i may have shed a tear or two at the end but it wasn't necessarily sad, i'm just a wimp.
Daddy Issues by @fkinavocado
In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.
Personal Review: This is an on-going series and i'm in love. It's full of smut as well as some very fluffy times. Harry is a softie that turns into 'daddy' real fast. It does have some tough times between characters but they always find a way though the conflict. Highly recommend this. Especially if you like older!harry because this Harry is in his 40s.
Aster by @moonchildstyles
Harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants him to like her. This series will document how their relationship blossoms.
Personal Review: This story has one of my favorite Harry's in it. At first Harry can come off as a bit rude but once you keep reading you'll realize Aster Harry is the sweetest thing ever. In the chapters there aren't much smut but in the blurbs for this series they're are tons of great and detailed smut. Also these chapters and blurbs for this series are so long which is great for people who love reading lengthy stories. Rarely any mistakes in the writing too which is a plus.
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One Shots & Blurbs (random)-
Curious Girl by @permanentcross
Harry/You/Male of choice. Some blind eyes were turned during this for the sake of creativity and fantasy, but I kept it as tightly controlled as possible.
Personal Review: I love threesome Harry smuts and this one is great. Very naughty smut and rough sex. Very long as well.
OR STIMULATING HER WITH THE SHOWER HEAD. FUCK. by @secret-rendezvous1d
Harry uses shower head on his misses because her pregnant belly made sex uncomfortable.
Personal Review: It's very short but still a good smut.
in need for more by @harryimaginedstories
she wants to stay after sex.
Personal Review: Sexual but not smut. It's a very good fluffy fic. Not too short but not too long.
LET IT BLEED by @songbirdstyles
you’re on your period, and harry just wants to make you feel good.
Personal Review: The best period sex smut I've ever read. Plus it's not only period sex but it has a very smutty dry sex scene.
Alex from Dunkirk before he goes to war Smut by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy
the night before Alex gets drafted for war, he makes sure to give you a night to remember by going on a date which leads to you both in bed making love all night long.
Personal Review: Its sort of short with not too much dialog but it's still very detailed in what they are doing. Also kind of sad because Alex (Harry) isn't sure if he'll be coming home from war.
Not Your Charity Case by @erodasfishtacos
Harry is a frat boy - who doesn’t need sympathy from anyone. He makes Y/N feel a sense of home when they’re together. But is Harry just like every stereotypical frat boy?
Personal Review: The Harry in this series is SOOO sweet and their relationship is the cutest thing i've ever read. Also he's deaf. It's very long as well, with another one shot in this verse.
Finally Fitting In by @erodasfishtacos
Harry goes homes to meet Y/N’s family. He’s gets more then he expected. He starts to feel like he has a home.
Personal Review: Even better than the first one shot. It is a bit more sad but Harry is still as cute as ever and has a very charming personality even if he's deaf. Plus great smut!
Harry Teaches You How to Masturbate by @floralsatin
harry sitting behind you and teaching you how to masturbate but he ties ur legs to his legs cos u keep closing them
Personal Review: Its short and has a daddy kink involved but never the less hot smut.
Give Me Love-- Harry Styles by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy
After you find out your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up getting drunk and calling Harry (your friends with benefits) and he comes over to have sex with you in the middle of the night. Then you realize you're in love with Harry and so does he.
Personal Review: Its super long with great smut. Also contains a lot of angst as well as fluff.
Friendly Competition by @rollingsins
Harry and Florence are competitive. A little too competitive, when it comes to you. Smut.
Personal Review: This is a very well written smut. Harry and Florence are both dominates to Reader and they argue over who pleasures Reader best. Super HOT!
Man’s Best Friend - One Shot by @atlafan
Y/n begins to catch feelings for her fwb Harry because he has a great connection with her dog.
Personal Review: I don't know what it is about atlafan's writing but i have never felt more connected to fanfic characters as i have with their characters. 10 out of 10 smut. Soft!harry. Quite long. The ending is a bit of a abrupt ending that i wish was continued but that's just a me problem. So highly recommend!
The Kids Are Alright by @atlafan
A single mom starts dating Harry, an oral surgeon, and their relationship becomes stronger until they end up getting married and Harry adopts her two children.
Personal Review: It was great. No smut but that didn't take away from how good it truly was. The fic is also quick pace and skips to different times in their relationship so it isn't crazy long (still long but not anything to crazy long) I may have cried while reading it even though it wasn't even that sad. I'm just a wimp.
DESIRE by @watchmegetobsessed
When you go to stay at your dad's cabin after just breaking up with your boyfriend, you find out you're not alone and your dad's best friend is staying there as well. Then you end up sharing your feeling for one another and things get heated.
Personal Review: Its very long, about 8700 words and its written well. The smut wasn't all that detailed but that didn't make it bad or anything. Plus older!harry is hot!!
Clingy by @atlafan
Harry is a really clingy boyfriend and gets insecure about his clinginess towards you when he over hears one of your friends talk about how they think it's weird how clingy he is towards you.
Personal Review: It's so cute. There is a small smut scene but its mostly fluff with mild to none angst. And it's long but not too long.
Bar Crossed Lovers by @atlafan
Two bartenders that are friends (that have sex) eventually catch feelings when they realize no one can make them feel as good as one another.
Personal Review: It's got fluff, angst, and smut. Written well and I highly recommend. The smut is top notch too.
Lover by @harryhoney-bee
Soft sex with boyfriendrry after the show, plus some domestic love &lt;;3
Personal Review: This was written so well and the details in the smut are amazing. If you enjoy soft and love making type sex, then this is a great reading option for you. It's a decent length, over 3k words, and with after care shown. Plus its HSLOT Harry.
Harry Playing with His Lovie's Pussy by @jarofstyles
Harry just casually touches and plays with y/n's pussy and ends up making her come.
Personal Review: Not much to say. It's kinda short but so so hot.
Princess by @stylesmygucci
You wake up accidentally dry humping your new boyfriend Harry's thigh and Harry pushes you to continue when you get all embarrassed.
Personal Review: I have a lot of favorite thigh riding fics but this one has to be one of my favorites. Because Harry was so nice about it and encouraged y/n to continue.
Roses and Vanilla by @stylesloveclub
In which y/n and Harry aren’t really close until y/n falls in the shower, and Harry falls in love.
Personal Review: Harry is super soft and caring in this. I loved every second of it. There wasn't much smut but it didn't even matter because of how well it was written. Plus its pretty lengthy.
MUCH TOO MUCH by @bopbopstyles
Harry and Y/N are college roommates and after over a year of never crossing the friend boundary you two hook up and things get….complicated.
Personal Review: Everything about this was good. It does have a lot on angst but there is a happy ending so, its worth it.
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In Sickness And In Health by @talesofstyles
After the birth of their twin babies, Harry and YN’s marriage suffers.
Personal Review: Great story. It's very sad with a lot of angst. And a great smutty sex scene.
Ivy Sick In The Night by @erodasfishtacos
harry being woken up in the middle of the night by ivy because she threw up all over herself and she’s crying trying to cuddle into him with vomit all over herself 😭
Personal Review: This is a super short blurb with ceo!harry and it's super fluffy.
Baby Steps by @enthusiasticharry
you’re harry’s sons therapist, and he isn't the only one you end up helping.
Personal Review: Its a singledad!harry fic that's super long and written very well. it has lots of fluff as well as a smut scene.
california dusk by @adore-laur
You give birth to your second baby (this time a at-home birth) and Harry is right beside your side to entire time
Personal Review: It was supper fluffy. Great in details and pretty long.
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