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Her Majesty || Chapter 28

Harry's pov

I despise airport security; it's a pain in my ass. They always give me a difficult time, no matter what I do. They always pet me down, take my guns and attempt to act like I am not who I say I am. They operate countless checks and double-check my license and all my documents; I'm not sure what it is they don't believe. I'm part of the Royal team when I'm quite literally with the royals themselves. I recollect one night the King and I were stuck in the airport; we were attempting to get home before a severe storm hit, and they held me up for two hours. It wasn't until the King pulled rank that they let me through and gave me back all my things.

Anastasia refuses to exercise her privilege and skip any lines; instead, we are both compelled to stand in endless queues. We've been standing for an hour. I'm exhausted and can't wait to obtain a bed and fall into it. As much as I despise the number of pillows Anastasia has on our bed, I would do anything to fall into each of those bothersome pillows and fall to sleep. Anastasia rests her head on my shoulder, her body leaning on mine slightly. I place my arm around her waist, "No sleeping," I whisper, hearing a chuckle fall from her lips.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Anastaisa jokes, "Do we have to go back to the Palace?" Anastasia challenges with a touch of a whine to her voice.

As much as I have loved our very belated honeymoon, we cannot hide out and neglect our responsibilities. Running off to Greece is still not an option, although, I won't lie, I have thought about it. I believe that if by any chance, we were to abolish the monarchy for whatever reasons, we would run off to Greece and live there. There is no doubt in my mind. But, for now, the monarchy stands tall, and there is no chance of it crumbling anytime soon, not while Anna has any say over it. Even if she wanted to, she could not conclude the monarchy. Her father made sure to have it in writing. Nobody can end it at the moment.

"Duty calls," I respond, nudging Anna carefully while the queue commences moving, and I discover myself emptying my pockets into the petite white box to go through security. I take out my license from my wallet to show the guards who I am as I place my pistol in the white box. For once, they don't scramble to detain me. Instead, they look towards Anastasia and hold their hands out to see her passport.

"Do you want airport security?"

"No," Anastasia responds, "I have my own," Anastasia takes back her passport and hands it to me to hold, as usual. Anastasia is gestured to walk around the metal detector, and as she steps around, the men carefully look her up and down. As they watch her, I keep my eyes on them. I don't like them separating us, even if it is for a few metres. Finally, Anastasia looks over at me, and I give her a nod, assuring her that I am still watching, ready to leap into action at any moment.

The men look at each other before they gesture for me to walk through, and I do as I am told. The system sounds, and I heavily sigh, a new airport procedure being a nuisance to me.

"I have metal plates and screws in my left shoulder," I quickly inform the men, aware that they are going to rush to me and treat me as a threat.

A man stands in front of me and operates a security detector over my body—the alarm sounds.

"Pet him down," one informs the other, and I roll my eyes, gazing towards Anna as they stand between us. "Take the jacket off." One barks, narrowing his eyes on me in an attempt to intimidate me. I am not intimidating; in fact, I am irritated, if anything. They seem to have sticks up their asses and need to be brought down a peg or two. They may be airport security, but they are pricks.

I slide off my jacket; the man takes it and flings it to the ground. I bite the inside of my mouth, not desiring to provoke a disturbance. Then, I take a breath and hold my arms out, complying with the security as they operate through their procedures. Finally, they hit my shoulder, and I cringe, glaring at the man who knew I had plates in that shoulder. Prick.

"Do you have anything in your pants?"

I raise a brow and glare at the man, refraining from being a smartass. I have one thing in my pants, and I don't think it is their concern. "No."... "Everything is in the basket. I know the procedure. As I said, I have plates in my shoulder from surgery. Would you like to see the scar?"

"Are you being smart?"

"No?" I question, unsure of what else they need to do unless they detain me. Finally, I dryly respond, "Am I free to go?"

The man signals and I walk to pick up my jacket, sliding it up to my arms as Anna grasps my watch, phone and wallet from the white box that went through the security system. I go to reach for my pistol, but I'm prevented, "You're not taking that." The man states, blocking my hand from my pistol.

"It's mine," I respond, eyeing the man as he takes it.

"These are prohibited."

"I am allowed to carry a pistol when on duty. I am on duty; the Queen is right here," I gesture towards Anastasia, who seems a bit nervous as she plays with her engagement ring on her hand.

The man shakes his head, "I will hand it to your leader."

"I'd feel more comfortable if I had it," I respond, "I have a duty to keep her safe."

"And I have a duty to keep the airport safe."

"For fucks sake," I mutter, shaking my head disapprovingly. "SO14 and Armed Personal Protection Officers are required to carry."

"Not today, you are not."

I heavily sigh and run my fingers through my hair, tugging the ends before looking at the man, "I need my pistol."

"You can get it from your leader, Matthew."

"So, you're going to leave her unprotected?" I question, exasperated at the moment.

The man shakes his head, "You are trained to protect her without a weapon, I am sure." The man presses his hand to her arm.

I want to deck him.

"Don't touch her," I instantly hiss.

"Harry, it'll be okay," Anastasia immediately steps in, noticing my frustration and crinkled eyes as I stare at the man. "Can you just tell us where our plane is?"

"I'm not sure I like his attitude.".... "The plane is waiting for you at the very end of Terminal eighteen, gate C."

"You'll have to forgive him; he hasn't slept yet." Anastasia uses her sweet smile to soothe the man. I don't believe he needs to be comforted. I am the one who needs to be settled, but what the fuck ever. He will pay his price when I get on that plane. Asshole.

"Even more of a reason why he shouldn't have a weapon," the security man shakes his head, transferring my pistol off to someone else.

Today might be the day I lose my shit in the airport and get arrested. Handcuffs are not my thing unless specified to be used in kinky situations. This, however, is not kinky.

I bite down on my lip before breathing out heavily through my nose. "Let's go, Anna. I'll sort my pistol out in a minute," I inform her, knowing I should walk away. But, unfortunately, I can't fight them without backup, Matthew and the King are the ones to get me out of these situations, and I don't think Anna knows what to do.

I pass around security and caress my hand to the small of her back, "Next time, you cutesy to your Queen," I comment, not too pleased with their lack of etiquette. I know Anastasia doesn't expect them to be courteous, but I sure do, especially if they want to be jackasses. "Dickhead," I murmur under my breath. "At what point can I use my title?" I challenge, wandering away from security.

Anastasia chuckles, growing reserved for a moment before deciding to speak, "At any point, you could have, but then they'd have wanted signed proof, and we don't carry that with us. So we wouldn't need public proof if you let the Palace announce it."

"No," I instantly shake my head, "I don't want the public up my ass any further than what they are."

"Then don't complain," Anastaisa grins, moving away from my body before taking my hand, "Your highness, don't frown."

"Don't call me your highness," I comment, trying to conceal my smirk as the word 'Your highness' leaves her lips. They fall effortlessly and cause my head to spin and my heart to flutter. I am not sure what it is; perhaps her delicate nature of finally mocking me after years of me mocking her is what causes me to grin.

"Your Majesty is the correct term," Anastasia corrects herself. "Will the King accompany me to our flight?"

"The King will not, but your husband will," I nod my head, gently pulling back towards me and kissing her cheek.

"You think we can make it through the airport without you getting arrested? You were pretty close."

I shake my head, "Perhaps, the only handcuffs I like are the ones used in the bedroom."

"Shut up," Anastasia nudges me, "The real reason is that you don't look good in orange."

"Darling, I see you have not set foot in a prison here."

"I try to avoid crime," Anastasia responds. "Unlike some, I am not a royal by day and assassin by night."

I roll my eyes, "The attire consists of a blue t-shirt, and a grey jumper, both of which are more comfortable than my work attire," I inform Anna, "You need to stop watching American movies, next you're going to tell me you know how to shank someone with a toothbrush."

"Maybe I do," Anastasia shrugs, causing me to laugh. "Come on, baby. I'm sure Matthew is waiting."

We stroll on the tarmac and Anna takes a deep breath inhaling the charming scent of petrichor before a downpour. I much prefer to stroll a tarmac towards the plane than to sit in an airport terminal observing individuals at random run back and forth across the airport with suitcases in tow, endeavouring to find their next destination. Although the tarmac has some hustle and bustle, it is a little calmer. We walk towards our plane in leisurely movements with no desire to return to our not-so-normal life. The second we stride onto that plane, our lives go back to being burdened by the monarch and enduring whatever turmoil is thrown at us.

As we walk closer to the stairs locked in at the plane, I take notice that it isn't one of the Queen's fleets, it isn't a military plane, and it isn't a commercial flight— something looks slightly off. I study the plane, taking note of the four gold stripes vertically by the side of the door about five centimetres long. This isn't one of the RAF VIP Voyager jets, and it isn't a chartered British Airways plane.

I grasp Anastasia as my instincts kick in. My hand wraps around her wrist, and I draw her back powerfully, jolting her as she pauses in her tracks and turns to stare at me with wide eyes, "This isn't our plane."

"You're hurting me," Anastasia points out, and I let go of her wrist as my eyes fiercely dart around. I deemed my in-ear interference from all activity at airports; it doesn't always work and is cut off from air traffic control. But I'm starting to think otherwise. I glance at my phone and check the location of Matthew. I stare up at the stairs to the aeroplane, and my stomach twists at the thought of entering. We've been misled here and not for any good reason or an accident. I observe him, an ominous figure passes one of the windows on the plane.

Fuck, this isn't good. I am unarmed with no backup at the moment. A delightful late honeymoon is about to turn into something I prayed it wouldn't. Right now, it is run or be killed. Before I can speak, I feel someone grasp me from behind.

I am agile on my feet and move to defence mode, using my elbow to jab the man. I continue to jab the man with my elbow until I can move my position to face him. Fury colours my vision red, "Anna, run," I bark, before meeting the eyes of the man who deemed grabbing me from behind a sound idea.

He has piercing brown eyes with a hue of red to them, almost as if he has been drinking his life away. After this, he will wish he had spent his life drinking. I curl my hand into a fist and swing, knocking his perfect jawline. Pure rage crosses the man's face at the impact of my swing. For a moment, he looks perplexed, but the wrath in him intensifies, and he takes a swing at me. I move just enough for his stroke to be cut short, and he pounds my shoulder before I take matters into my own hands. We grapple for a moment, and I feel a few weak punches to my rib cage. I let out a breath, escalating this fistfight and bringing my knee into contact with his stomach. The man doubles over with a grunt, struggling to grasp air. I show no mercy. I throw more punches, having no regret as I catch a glimpse of Anna a few metres away.

I told her to fucking run.

I charge him, fists flailing. He struggles against my power, unable to get a swing in as I keep hounding him. One last fast straight punch to the man's unprotected jaw and his head whips back, all of his momentum failing him, and he lands against the concrete with a thud. However, his clever thinking surprises me when he applies the last of his strength to use his foot to tangle around my ankle and draw my feet from under me. I attempt to catch myself but collapse. I fall to the barren ground, and the man takes advantage of my state, taking no time in punching me in the jaw.

Fuck, that is going to hurt in the morning.

"Now you're just pissing me off," I grumble, using my arms to block his punches, fighting his strength and wrestling him. Finally, he has me pinned down.

I stare up at him, trying my best to turn the tables and get the upper hand. I hear the sound of material ripping, and the man's eyes grow wide as he growls out in pain. He flings his arm behind him, and as he turns around, I see him knock a body off its feet. I am quick to stand up and see the man with blood falling from his back, inching closer to Anastasia.

"Son of a bitch," the man yells, his hands grabbing Anastasia. My blood boils at the sight of his hands touching her, shoving her like she's a rag doll. She fights him off of her, kicking and elbowing him, forcing him to release his grip on her, gaining an upper hand and threatening him with her knife before my hands pull him back by the material of his soaked shirt. I thrust him to the concrete.

"Anna, go!" I growl, watching as she holds her knife in her hand.

With a heavy breath, the man refuses to give up, scrambling to his feet again, coming for me. "You're like a dog with a fucking bone; give it up," I huff, beating the man at full force, not giving a damn about whether he lives or not. He made a mistake by trying to go for Anna. I nail every inch that I can, utilizing every part of my body to defend myself. It's the final straight punch to his jaw that does it. He stumbles back dizzily, his hand grabbing my arm and yanking on me as he falls. I manage to catch myself as he lets go, and I take a heavy breath and shut my eyes for a moment, praying to God he hasn't pulled my bad shoulder from its socket. I feel the pain, but it isn't as excruciating as I expected.

I move to the man and kick him in the ribs, making sure to gain myself enough time to run. "If you ever touch my wife, I will bury you. That's if you survive once you bleed out," I mutter, watching the man roll on his slide and spit out blood. I give him one more swift kick. He won't be getting up any time soon. The wound on his back and the damage I have done with my beating should be enough to buy us some time. Unfortunately, I don't foresee him surviving. He will die a painful death, bleeding out from where Anna sliced his back and bleeding internally from my beatings.

I swallow hard and let out a breath, dropping my hand to my side and glancing over at the man on the ground, his eyes staring at me as though he's plotting my death. In fairness, I'm sure he is planning my end, but I am not dying tonight. Perhaps tomorrow, but not tonight.

Anna holds her hand out to me, and my fingers interlock with hers, "Let's go!" I instruct, wasting no time dragging her away from the mass destruction that is about to occur. It is only a matter of seconds before they realise how close we were to getting on their plane and becoming their prized position.

I begin to run, my hand holding hers tightly as she runs behind me, both our feet hammering the concrete of the airport, the lights partially blinding me as I dart around for some sort of escape.

I weave in and out of different carts moving luggage, the aeroplane lineups at terminals being extremely hectic. "Harry—"Anastasia attempts to speak, but her voice fades off as a plane's engine starts, nothing but vibrating solid noise pervading our ears and a heavy draft making it more arduous to run.

I turn to glance over my shoulder, making sure I've lost sight of the man I'm avoiding at all costs. We almost fell for the trap, and I'm not sure how deadly it could have been, but I don't plan to find out. I don't know how we could have missed this and fallen into chaos, but now I can't think of it. My main priority is getting the Queen to safety; Everything else is a mere blur to me. Matthew, the plane that's ours is waiting, and the best I can do is make sure we get to that plane before the man from behind gets to us. I am not concerned about him getting to me. It is Anna I have to protect at all costs.

I pause for a second, my eyes investigating every inch of the airport I can recognise in an endeavour to compose a clean escape to where I need to go. But, of course, there is no way I can make it to the plane if we run in a straight line without being detected, but there isn't a way to zig-zag in and out of planes to get to where we need to go. They paid off-airport security, and they customarily give me my pistol back when I walk through the terminals, but today, they confiscated it. It all leads to this. I am unarmed and fucked. The longer I stand here, the more crucial seconds I waste, but I am at a loss.

"On a scale of one to ten, how fucked are we?" Anastasia urges, breathless as she tugs on my arm, and I take a moment to glance at her.

"Just a five," I lie with a cheeky smile, doing my best to disguise the fact that I am grappling to come up with a safety plan. I don't want to scare her, but I am a bit scared. We are cornered, and my shoulder is fucked and painful.

When we are chased down a fucking runway with no end in sight, no amount of training prepares you for this exact moment. I am prepared for being tied up, having a gun aimed and fired at me, and being a hostage and talking myself out of hostage situations. I am prepared to save the royal family in every case except for this one.

If I take Anna inside the airport, I risk being ambushed inside by whoever may be inside watching. I do not know what awaits us if I take the chance to go in. If I stand here, the men on the aircraft will shoot us. I am sure he has people patrolling from the tower. I can only assume he paid off the entire airport to take over.

Then, I hear a gunshot. It's powerful, and I know it isn't an assassination shot; it is a warning shot. Anastasia's eyes grow wide at the stomach-curling sound. I do my best to keep my facial expressions neutral. "Okay, I lied. We need to go," I raise my voice, the engine of the aeroplane we are standing under commencing to roar. If we don't move, we will either be shot or run over by the wheels of this A380. So, again, we are off with my lead. I draw Anna around the airport in the most innocuous way I can, weaving in and out of planes, pulling her behind cargo and doing my best to attain the swiftest way to get to the aircraft without overexposing us on the straight run to the stairs.

I notice our plane's insight, and I observe the lights of the plane flickering, an indication it is ready to take off and speed down the runway as soon as we get on board.

Anna lets go of my hand, and I freeze in my tracks, instantly turning around to view her. At first, I'm outraged, not specifically at her but in general. But, I don't need any more delays; we are so close to her safety.

"I need to get you on that plane before they kill us. We are close." I inform her, catching my breath for a minute, my eyes glancing around. They're getting closer, but they're still far enough at bay for me to take a second.

"I can't breathe," she's excessively breathless, as to be expected from the unexpected run across a fucking airport runway.

"You can! It's run or fucking die." I take her hand and encourage her to keep going.

She yanks back on me, and lets go of my hand, our fingers slipping from each other. I turn around, "We are so close. Just a bit further," I press with a slightly raised voice.

I can see the stairs to the plane just a hundred metres away. "Come on," I gesture, starting to feel anxious as I notice figures in the distance getting closer. I'm not sure if they're airport staff, but I'm not taking the chance. I know they are not airport staff, but the idea of the possibility gives me a little bit of hope.

She holds out the knife she used to help me, and I take it from her.

Only we would bring a knife to a gunfight.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, today is not the day anyone dies on my watch. No.

I look down at my phone, my fingers tapping the screen excessively, doing my best to get the fucking thing to work and call Matthew. He picks up on the first thing, thank god. "Draw all guns, now, I'm about a hundred metres from the stairs, and I've been followed," I inform Matthew with a heavy breath before continuing. "Shots have been fired, nobody harmed, but I need backup, now, I'll try to move from open space," I demand, dropping my phone and holding her hair back.

"I need to get you down," I instruct, forcing her to take a few steps forward. I lower Anna to the ground. I turn my back to the strange shadows and position myself behind her, shielding her from what may happen.

I want to lose my mind and yell, but I know this isn't her fault.

We are in a compromised position, and there's nothing I can do to fix it. I try to shake away my thoughts, and I rub Anna's back, feeling each heavy breath. "It'll be okay," the words leave my lips, and for a moment, I am not sure who I am trying to convince more, her or myself. There is nothing okay about this situation. I should never have compromised us by allowing them to take my pistol. Instead of allowing Anastasia's good nature to drive me to let it go, I should have listened to my instincts. I should have had Matthew and Oliver stay with us, but I didn't. Instead, I let Anastasia's desire to have an ordinary moment compromise us. It isn't her fault, but it doesn't make things easier.

This was meant to be a sweet honeymoon, and these fuckers have gone ahead and ruined it. I am convinced we cannot go anywhere without them.

"We have to move, can we go back to the airport?" Anastasia questions, flicking her head to the airport.

"No," I point towards an aircraft, "The wheels are large enough for us to hide until Matthew can get to us." I discreetly stand up and assist her.

The second we reach the rather large wheel, Anastasia presses her hand to the cold metal and bows her head, the other caressed to her stomach. I encircle my arm around her, my eyes shooting around. Rarely, I don't know what the fuck to do, but I genuinely don't know what the fuck to do.

"You think we can make a run for it to the plane in a second?" I propose, seeking to utilise all options I have.

Silence permeates the space between us while I stroke her back and try to concoct a plan— all of which don't have a prosperous path. I look down at my left hand for a second, noticing the swelling, but I don't have time to concentrate on its discomfort. "If you give me just a second, I can make a run for it with you."

"Sure, we have all the time in the world," I mutter, my eyes darting around to watch the distance. "Since this isn't the time for conversation when the fuck did you find a knife?" I question.

"I had a feeling we may need it. I hid it in my jeans, knowing there was a chance they would not search me like they didn't when we landed here."

"Smart," I nod, "But I am meant to do the saving."

"I like to reverse roles sometimes. So you're welcome," Anastasia responds.

"Thank you, darling," I roll my eyes, releasing a breath of relief when I see help on its way.

I swear the moments leading to recognising all guns drawn from all security detail at the plane, with three moving towards us, felt like forever. I hold my breath, shielding Anna as a gun fires, and I hold her tightly. These warning shots are starting to piss me off. If you're going to shoot, get it over with and do it.

"Is she hurt?" Matthew asks while I'm handed the gun that customs took from me.

I nod my head. "I'm fine, just needed to breathe, knocked the wind out of me and I cramped." Anastasia responds for me.

I position myself in front of her, not liking how my back is turned. Nevertheless, I maintain my pistol, holding it over Anna's shoulder, aiming just in case I need to fire. "Anna," I call her name. "I need to get you on this plane. I'm not trying to scare you, but this is a fight or flight situation," I inform her, feeling extremely regretful that I have to be like this. If we don't fly right now, we will have no choice but to fight, and I do not want to risk her. "If we don't move, it's going to be a bloodbath." I have kept her sitting under this plane for as long as possible, but the warning shots are getting closer by the second.

"I'm fine. What's the plan?" Anastasia asks, looking between Matthew and me.

I clear my throat, "Matthew takes you to the plane. I stay down here with the team." I respond, watching our men move forward. "Go."

Anna shakes her head, "You're nuts if you think I am leaving you down here."

"Now is not the damn time for any of these conversations. Anna, go!" I raise my voice.

This has always been the protocol, save Anna.

Anastasia takes the knife from my hand and shakes her head. "They're here because of me. I am not leaving you to fight my battles. The monarch has done this to you. I'm not fucking leaving you again. I did the first time this happened, not now." Anastasia is firm on her demand.

"Go, you're in command. I will have your back. Take her to safety." Matthew instructs, not bothering to argue with her, "We don't have time to argue, go."

I'm forced to trust he'll have my back with every move I make and make it to the plane with us. I do not doubt that he will, but I've never been put in a situation to have to turn my back to the ring of fire. We have trained for this; we have been prepared to have each other's backs, but it doesn't make me feel any better about the situation. I have never left Matthew. I am his right hand. If he goes to battle, I go. Leaving him behind, not knowing whether any of us will make it back to the plane, leaves me anxious.

I grab Anastasia, and she gives me a nod before we bustle towards the plane, gunshots causing my breath to hitch as I reach the stairs. Anastasia jerks and pulls away from me, looking back to look at me. "It's okay," I assure her, "GO!" I instruct, and we climb the stairs, reaching the top of the stairs to the plane.

I enter the plane, and I'm thankful we have gotten this far for a brief moment. "Tell the pilot to go as soon as Matthew is on board."... "And get me another fucking pistol," I demand towards Oliver as I press my hand in the small of her back, urging her to the middle of the plane. "Get down," I instruct, and Anastasia gets down, kneeling on the floor and away from any windows.

She leans her head on the side of an armrest. Oliver's hand comes into view, and I snatch the pistol from him, "Anna, don't move. Stay low," I whisper, already aware that there's very little chance of her moving. The adrenaline is wearing off, and she's scared. I am too. "Take this. If anything happens, use it. Do you hear me?" I hand her the pistol, the gunshots outside causing both of us to go stiff and swallow hard.

Anna nods, resting the pistol in her lap, "Be careful, please," Anastasia instructs.

"I love you," I nod my head, and I stand to my feet, her voice reminding me she loves me as I storm my way towards the door of the plane, drawing my pistol and becoming the lookout.

My eyes grow wide at what I see below me; Matthew and our other security are about to be swarmed by at least ten armed men. "Matthew," I yell, straining my voice, but it is no use. "Oliver!" I shout, "Get here. Red Hopper, Red Hopper!" I instruct, having no choice but to do what I am about to do. I have no communication with Matthew and the others. If I don't step in, they will be blindsided. There is no way the three of them can see the ten mum storming their way. They're all coming from different angles. I am at an advantage because I can see the whole picture. Matthew and the others cannot. "OLIVER!" my voice is like bottled thunder.

Oliver stands beside me as I aim and fire.

"Shoot to kill?" Oliver challenges, needing my approval.

We are not trained to kill. We are trained to go for the legs to give us enough time to get away unless essential. Saving our security team and the Queen is vital.

I nod my head, and he holds his pistol, aiming and firing in the distance. I did not anticipate my belated honeymoon to turn into a killing spree. I thought I left that behind me on the ship in Grease with the King. Perhaps shooting to kill will ultimately get the point to leave us alone.

I retract my gun and point it down, our job is done, and our men are safe. I turn to glance towards Oliver before flicking my head into the aeroplane. I step in, and Oliver follows behind me, "Are you okay?" I challenge him, and he nods his head. It's a lie. Neither of us are okay.

"Glad you have a good aim," I pet his back.

"Does it get easier?" Oliver softly questions.

This poor kid. In his first year, he has done more than I ever did.

My first year was nothing but a breeze. I never got the chance to draw my gun out unless it was practice shooting. Oliver, this kid, has earned his stripes in his first year. Oliver has helped save the family twice, and he has done what he is required to do. His first trip with us was to Grease, and I know that was unfavourable to him. Oliver spoke to me about what he witnessed while Oliver hid Anna and did what he required. He told me some gruesome moments of that day. We both have some frightful memories of that day, he had to make his first kill, and I had to shove the King overboard while ducking bullets.

I shake my head, "Mate, I don't think so." I answer honestly, "Get in, watch Anna while I stay here," I instruct, turning back around to look at the bloody mess left on the airport runway. I don't foresee us being allowed back at this airport anytime soon. It is best I turn Oliver away from this mess. When Matthew is unable to, I am in command, and I don't want him to need more therapy than he already does. I look at the mass chaos that has diminished. As much as I have trained for this, seeing multiple people lying on the runway in agony makes my stomach twist. I didn't expect things to go as they have.

Matthew reaches the steps and climbs them, his eyes meeting mine. "We can thank airport security for putting us all in danger," Matthew mutters as he steps inside the plane. "Get us the fuck out of here. This place is never good to us."

I nod my head, aware of the rage in his eyes, "Pilot!" I call, "Take off," I instruct, my voice echoing the plane as Matthew closes the plane door, and the plane begins to move, knocking us off our feet at the intensity.

Matthew piles on me, and I hear a crash from the back of the plane. I grunt against the floor, my eyes glancing up to see what happened. Matthew pulls himself off of me and extends his hand to assist me to my feet. "Personal space just isn't a thing apparently," I joke.

"I'm fine!" Oliver shouts.

"Nobody asked, Eaglette," I respond, stepping towards Anna, who, for once, listened and hadn't moved from where I left her. Anna is defiant and fights me in numerous circumstances, especially regarding security. Her not asking questions, moving or panicking is a clear indication, something is wrong.

"We need to get her in a seat before we all end up sliding to the back of the fucking plane." Matthew reminds me that the plane is speeding down the runway and moments away from inclining. Anastasia places her hand on the edge of the armrest in an attempt to pull herself up. I take the pistol from her hands, and she pulls herself up, sitting down. Her hands shakily take the seat belt, and she heavily sighs as she clips the strap in. I sit beside her and buckle myself in, wasting no time double-checking her seatbelt to make sure. I tug on the belt and let it settle into her lap, satisfied with its security. Anastasia lays her hand on my thigh, and I place my hand over hers, extending her a slight smile, "You alright?" I request.

Anastasia nods, "Mhm," she hums, and I rest back on the chair as the plane inclines and the wheels lift off the ground. "God save the fucking Queen," Anastasia mutters bitterly, her head leaning back on the chair.

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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“I love your dimples, Haz,” you mumbled sleepily. “I want to squish your cute little cheeks.”

“Go ahead,” he approved.

You squished his cheeks until they turned pink. The funny faces he made were everything. The way he wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows was adorable.

Every time you removed your hands from his face to readjust, he grinned, showing more of his gorgeous dimples.

“I love you, baby,” Harry said gently, rubbing his sore, pink cheeks, “but my face hurts.”

“I’m so sorry, Love,” you apologized. “Do you need kissies to make it better?”

He nodded wordlessly and let you press messy kisses to his face. Eventually, you leaned back against the pillows and ran your fingers through his chocolaty curls.

“I love you,” he murmured.

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4everinsane · 2 years

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Do you have a master list

I sure do! You can find my Harry Styles masterlist HERE or my Niall Horan masterlist HERE

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lilystyles · 5 months

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style.

written by @lilystyles

my masterlist xx & style masterlist

authors note inspired by a dream i had about this boy HAHAHA so filthy but that's just him. (also i'm sorry if ur names emma! if it is it's still cute to be best friends w ur name twin :3) ALSO it's also inspired by style (taylor's version)!

brief description y/n has had a crush on harry since they were kids but he’s off-limits. him being her best friend’s brother and all she has never made a move, knowing emma wouldn’t approve. but lines are blurred one night and she doesn’t know if she can follow the rules like a good girl.

warnings! slight age gap, SMUT (m!receiving, fingering, daddy kink, choking, missionary, doggy) sexual tension, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse. wordcount: [around 11.4k words, also unedited sorry:(]

fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader

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Y/n wished she didn’t fancy him. Oh, she wished it so badly.

On every shooting star or eyelash, she had to decide whether she would wish to forget him or for him to finally notice her, it was a constant tug of war between the two.

Honestly, there were so many things going against him. He was completely unavailable to her and she wondered if that’s why she wanted him most. People always say you want what you can’t have. He was older than her by a few years, he was hardly much wiser but liked to act as if he was.

Or maybe was it just that he was a total prick most of the time, like seriously, so mean?

She couldn’t pinpoint what exactly attracted her to Harry the most. She knew why others liked him, it was because he was so fucking pretty you just wanted to cry. He was that kind of person. And obviously, she had noticed that slight minor detail.

She could agree that was one of the many reasons she had a massive crush on him. But she’d known him for years before he was this fuckboy fratboy who wore backward caps with the body of a Greek god and the filthiest mouth you’d ever heard. She knew him before it all. She knew him when he was just her best friend’s goofy older brother, and she’d liked him then too. Before he was smooth and his words had a sting, when he was just this little giggly loud guy.

She thinks to herself often that a piece of her would always belong to him, even if he didn’t know that. She had tried to like other boys, many many times, and though she did like them she didn’t feel even a smidge like how she felt when she saw Harry. The best way for her to describe being with someone who wasn’t Harry was like being in a state of complete darkness, only this dull twinkle of stars without any moon, and then suddenly the sun came up, all these colours painting the sky as it rose. Harry was the sun for her and those boys were just the stars.

Nearly all the time she wished for a distraction from him but that was hard considering he was always around, Y/n saw him every time she went to their house it was like totally unavoidable. They ran into each other at parties even though he was a few years older, it didn’t matter now they that all went to Uni together. She saw him everywhere! Even when she closed her eyes at night.

So tonight when she went out with Emma she was relieved and sad all at once that he wasn’t at the party, it meant she let loose more than she usually did, completely free of the worry of his judgments. She had a few shots but not enough to get her as wasted as Emma was. They danced and sang, and enjoyed themselves. Exams had been stressful and they needed a fun night, they’d spent months cooped up in the library using flashcards and reading the big textbooks. Y/n needed some time away from her laptop screen and desk. She needed to wear a tight dress, get flirted with, have some drinks and relax. She needed to fucking let loose.

She worked so hard and she was enjoying just forgetting all her worries, Harry included, for a few hours. Sweating and dancing to trashy music was something she had been dreaming of since the start of exam season.

However, the night had taken a slightly sour turn later in the evening when Emma took a few too many tequila shots in a row and spewed down herself, covering her pink dress and shoes and some of Y/n’s shoes too, in sick. She wished she could say this wasn’t a recurring thing but Emma always took it a little too hard on nights out especially when her brooding older brother wasn’t there to help team with Y/n and wrangle her home.

It wasn’t too late probably only midnight, which usually meant they were only just getting started on their drunken shenanigans. But Y/n had to admit she was okay with going home, home being Emma’s place she was roommates with Harry, they were fairly close siblings and their parents felt better knowing they were together. Y/n desperately wanted some water, maybe a snack and to lie down in Emma’s comfortable bed.

As she was trying to find an Uber during the busiest time and hold Emma up from collapsing onto the floor a familiar Irish voice filled Y/n’s ears. She snapped her head around. Oh, thank god.

“Babe! Where are you two off to?”

Y/n turned, “Niall! Hey, we are going home. Emma isn’t feeling too well.”

Y/n had managed to clean most of the spew off in one of the bathrooms at the Uni share house the party was being thrown at, but Emma was all wet from being wiped down and Y/n knew she needed to get her home like now. She was fading and needed her bed and a bottle of water in her, she wasn’t particularly worried but she would feel better if Harry was with her in case something happened.

“D’ya want a lift? I haven’t drunk anything I’m on my way to Paddy’s place,” He said. He looked very sober.

Paddy was his most recent fling.

“You are a gem, I could kiss you!” Y/n said squeezing his bicep in thanks.

Y/n was eternally grateful for him being her saviour, she slid Emma into the backseat and clipped her into the seatbelt, brushing the hair from her eyes. Even with sick all over she was still pretty, Y/n envied that the Styles family had such good genes it was ridiculous. They always looked gorgeous, Anne had created three beautiful children.

Niall knew where to go since he was friends with Harry too and Emma and Y/n of course.

Y/n kept checking through the mirror to make sure she was okay and when she saw the familiar home she sighed in relief at the sight. It was this fairly small duplex but their neighbours were nice and the house was one of Harry’s parent’s properties. So they had it pretty good for Uni students. Y/n was living in a big share-house with a bunch of other people. She wished she was this lucky.

She grabbed all their purses, jackets and keys before she kissed Niall on the cheek in thanks.

“Love you, Babe. Have fun with Paddy!” She winked, knowing Niall really liked this new guy.

Niall blushed a nice rosy colour. “Need any help getting her in?” He asked diverting the conversation.

Y/n shook her head and the two girls stumbled to the front door. Emma was slightly more awake now, her arms slinging around Y/n’s shoulders making the straps of her dress fall as Y/n hunted for the keys in Emma’s little clutch. Y/n had a key to their house for emergencies and she knew where they hid a spare, but she wasn’t going to hunt around in the dark for it.

The door opened before she found them in the clutch which had ten lipsticks that she was rummaging through.

His eyes were so green she felt like they were glowing in the dark. He didn’t say anything he just grabbed Emma and helped her inside. Whispering something to her kindly as Y/n made her way inside behind them. She toed her shoes off before she entered, not wanting to bring Emma’s sick in any more than it already would be.

Y/n sighed shutting the door behind her as she placed all their things in Emma’s room down the hall. Harry had put her on the bed and was taking her heels off for her. He was a good brother. He was protective over both his sisters even though Gemma was the oldest.

“She always goes to fucking far,” He muttered more to himself than Y/n. Who was finding Emma’s sleep clothes in her bedside drawers, knowing she couldn’t sleep in the sick-covered ones.

He didn’t sound annoyed at her or angry, just worried. He was a prick sure, but he cared about his family and friends. His small circle is what mattered most to him. Y/n knew his gruff and broody presence was the exterior of a very gentle soul. When he was at home drinking tea in pyjamas that was the real Harry, not some douchebag.

But she knew that he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker and a lot of people would warn you of him. But Y/n didn’t think that was the real him.

Y/n nodded in agreement, tiredly pushing the hair from her eyes she wanted to tie it up it was sweaty from dancing.

“It’s okay, Niall helped me,” Y/n spoke softly as he stood up from the floor where he’d sat to take her shoes off. He was so much taller than Y/n, his face finally looking at hers now. She felt heat prickle up her back, and the hairs stand on her neck.

He had such an intense stare.

“I knew I should’ve come,” He said. “I worry when you two are alone.”

Two? She thought. He’d never really shown much protectiveness on his end over her, except when guys were being gross at bars or parties. Then he would give them a stern look and tell them to fuck off. But he did that for anyone, Y/n knew that she wasn’t special. She always felt like Emma was his priority always and he didn’t care what she did as long as Y/n got Emma home safe.

It was almost like he could hear her thoughts. “I don’t like when either of you go without me. The stories Emma has told me about what they say to you Y/n, makes me feel sick honestly.”

She despised the way her stomach flipped. She was about to say that she managed okay without him. But his hand slid onto her shoulder pulling the little spaghetti strap back up over her shoulder.

She felt breathless but tried to snap back into her usual self. Feeling more pink than usual, Harry always seemed to have that effect on her.

“I- do your frat friends know how much of a softie you are deep down? Be careful now, Styles, I might go around telling them how nice you secretly are. Ruin that scary reputation of yours.”

He smirked in amusement, Y/n had this ability to melt away that hard shell, stripping him bare to his true self. He hated and loved it all at once, he felt like she saw right through him. Even when people said mean things about him, Y/n never wavered and sometimes even defended him. The only thing she didn’t approve of was his restlessness towards women. He felt one was never enough, and was quite open about that with his hookups. Maybe he just didn’t have the right one.

He left after that so Y/n could get Emma ready for bed. He was pottering about in the kitchen and making tea, she assumed. That was his late-night ritual usually.

Y/n shook Emma awake enough so she could help Y/n a little to get her into some pyjamas. She even got her make-up wipes out and removed all the makeup on Emma’s face and tucked her into bed.

Y/n sighed tiredly at the effort of it all and felt sobered up almost completely now. Emma had the downstairs bathroom to herself usually, it was very clean in there. Y/n decided to take a shower and wash the sick smell off her skin and the sweat from the clubs and the dirty Uni sharehouse.

She washed her hair, face and body. Emma had a lot of really sweet expensive-smelling products, but Y/n had her own little section for when she stayed over. It was all coconut-scented. She felt herself begin to droop in fatigue when she finished cleaning herself. She got the last of the makeup the water hadn’t washed off and changed into a random shirt from Emma’s drawer and some fresh knickers from Y/n’s things she’d left here.

Y/n was here more than she was at her own house. Emma always said she’d kick Harry out and let Y/n take his place, but Y/n knew the siblings actually got on rather well. When Y/n was dressed for sleep she blow-dried her hair on the lowest setting so she wouldn’t wake Emma up, but Emma could probably sleep through an earthquake she was a really deep sleeper. Then she plugged both their phones in and slid in beside Emma tiredly. She shut her eyes and turned off the fairy lights Emma had kept on, ready to lull off.

Y/n had been friends with Emma since they were little they’d all grown up together in Holmes Chapel and it was the kind of place you were just friends with everyone because it was so small but Y/n had always been closest with the Styles family. They lived down the street from each other and Emma and Y/n were never seen without each other. So Harry was used to having Y/n around a lot too.

Growing up he had to make sure nothing happened to them, he was in charge but it was usually Emma giving him trouble Y/n was always a sweetheart, but she had a quick mouth with one-liners that almost knocked him over. He liked that about her, she was sweet but could challenge him feistily without much thought. He’d met his match when it came to arguments.

Often when the parents went away Y/n would be over and Gemma and Harry would have to make sure neither of them got up to anything wild. But it was usually just a sleepover that consisted of them laughing until dawn. Harry was a much lighter sleeper so he would always tell them to shut up.

Harry woke up to the sound of a pin dropping rooms away, he didn’t know how his sister could snore like a freight train and sleep through herself. He also didn’t know how Y/n could share a bed with her. Sometimes he’d get up in the middle of the night for a wee or some water and would find Y/n on the couch with a pillow over her face trying to block out the noise of Emma’s snoring.

So when he heard Y/n roaming about in the kitchen (he knew it was her because he could still hear Emma snoring) he pretended to need some water, wanting to see her. It was probably around 3 AM but he had been unable to sleep. And they hadn’t talked much when she got home. He had wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but he knew better. She had worn a dress that hugged all her features, it was black and simple. Hair done naturally, and makeup that was subtle but just made her that tiny bit more pretty. She always looked pretty though.

He came down the stairs from his room and walked into the kitchen. Y/n was using the fridge as a light to find things. She was making tea by the looks of things. She found some of the chamomile that she used every night, in turn, Harry added it to the weekly grocery list in case she slept the night there, and hadn’t heard him creep downstairs.

She was in a big baggy dusty blue shirt that Harry actually thought was one Emma had stolen from him, and a pair of soft pink cotton knickers that were very small. Socks covered her feet making her practically silent. He stepped closer into the kitchen waiting for her to turn around and notice him.

She was trying to be very quiet in every step, knowing Harry was a very light sleeper, and not wanting to wake him. When she finally did look over her shoulder her body jolted in fright dropping the box of teabags onto the floor and a hand falling to her chest.

“Jesus, H.” She whispered, raspily.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Sorry, Lovie.”

She squinted in the dark trying to see him. His hair looked messy like he’d been sleeping and he was just in some boxers as PJs. He ran hot in the night.

“Did I wake you?” She asked a guilty look crossing her face. Her eyes softened as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘Aven’t been sleeping well.”

She frowned, not liking the sound of that. She didn’t know why she cared, but she did. “Do you want a tea?”

He smiled, dimples showing. “Yes please.”

She brewed two as he whispered the truth about why he didn’t come out with them tonight. He was originally supposed to, and honestly, she had been slightly disappointed about it. Knowing she’d have to handle Emma alone.

But he told her why, in a soft hushed voice. A few guys in his friendship group had said some really mean things to Harry. Not realising he would feel them so deeply, she thought, they must think he was as mean as he seems. He told the story like he wasn’t phased by the mean comments, but Y/n could tell they had gotten to him. She knew better than his cold stone face.

“Alex said ‘I was a homewrecking prick and womanizer’.” He explained when Y/n asked what the boys had said about him. He heard a hint of protectiveness in her voice when she asked with a pinched face, and he felt a tug in his lower tummy. Why did she care?

Y/n looked up from the mugs at him. The dim lighting of the fridge meant she could only see the outline of his body and the shadows of his features. She saw a glimpse of his eyes, and she could see the look in his eyes. He believed them, he believed those comments. They were glassy with discontentment.

Her eyebrows were pinched in empathy, and she was about to speak but he cut her off. “I know I’m a total prick sometimes, but—”

She interrupted him, “—You are a prick sometimes, but people who really know you know what you're like.” She tried to reason with him. Because she wasn’t going to deny sometimes he would be just plain rude to her, and to others as well. But she also knew he did a lot of nice things too. He had a hard exterior and shied off people easily, if you didn’t know him well he would seem rude. But all his close friends and family knew that he was just standoffish with new people. And loved to tease, and was brutally honest, which Y/n had to admit sometimes that hurt more than the teasing comments.

But he did nice things. Wonderful things, that he went out of his way to do. Like helped his sister when she was drunk, drove people home so they wouldn’t have to walk in the dark after parties, picked Y/n up from the library at midnight if she was too scared to walk home, bought chamomile tea in case Y/n spent the night, made enough dinner in case Y/n was hungry, visited the girls when they were studying with snacks and coffee, and he even helped sometimes if they were confused on work. He called his Mum every day without fail and sent his Grandma photos of birds when he saw them.

He baked a new type of cookie recipe every Sunday and gave it to his friends. He adopted stray cats and played Scrabble with his grandparents every few weekends.

Yes, he was a prick, he said mean things and made fun of Y/n when she went on dates with idiots, and he called her names, filthy ones. And sometimes he would barely acknowledge her. But she knew there was a different reason for that, something she didn’t understand. Something between just the two of them. She thought maybe it was just a way for him to protect his sensitive side from people. From her too, hide himself away.

And yes, he did have sex with lots of people, but he did always tell people the truth before getting involved with anyone. He was honest, and open when it came to his boundaries. Y/n thought that was better than lying and acting like you wanted a relationship just so you can fuck someone. She wasn’t saying she approved of Harry’s constant line of girls coming over, maybe that was her jealousy talking, but she wasn’t going to judge him for doing what lots of people did and owning that he did it. He would never kiss and tell, he was respectful and clear with his intentions. What more could you ask of a fuck buddy or one-night stand? If you wanted a good shag no strings attached Harry was your guy, and surely most people knew from the rumours? She just didn’t understand why people put themself in that position if they knew what they were getting into with him.

He wasn’t a devious person who hid behind a mask of fake sincerity to get in your pants. He was blunt, he asked if you wanted to fuck and if you didn’t that was fine. He wasn’t picky with it either he just liked to have a good time.

She felt differently about being with a person. She usually only wanted to be with someone she had an emotional connection with. But she had a smaller level of experience than Harry, so she thought that maybe she was coming from the point of view of a less experienced person. But the point remained, Harry had his flaws, like anyone but he was good at his core. His intentions remained good. No one is perfect, and she knew Harry was far from it but so was everyone she knew!

She knew her flaws too. Flaws made people human. And she appreciated him despite it all.

“And what is that?” He was standing closer now and she felt suddenly very aware of the fact she was only in knickers and a shirt her nipples could be seen through. The way he was staring her down made her aware of her appearance, he looked almost hungry.

“Well as someone who’s known you for as long as I can remember. You’re kind, honest, open, and a good person with a rotten mouth.” She looked away from him as she spoke, flushed by his close presence. She tried not to stumble on her words but was struggling and honestly felt her hands tremble when she felt his breath hit her neck.

“Kind?” He scoffed eyes trained on her face, it was free of makeup. Her lips looked pouty and her eyes droopy in tiredness. She looked perfect. She always did. Even that one week during the bleak middle of winter when she had been sick as a dog; red nose, glassy eyes, snotty and nasally, hair unwashed, skin red, she’d looked beautiful.

“Harry,” She said his name meaning she was serious, she usually called him anything but, “these fucking friends of yours clearly don’t see you like we do.”

“We?”

She leaned back against the drawers sighing, “We. Me, Emma, Niall, Gem, Anne. People who know you, people who love you.”

“You love me?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes. Of course, that’s what he got from that. He was so annoying.

“You’re alright.” She replied, they both knew she did, handing him the tea. He said a quiet thanks.

He placed it back down, where Y/n was letting hers cool. The face she had made smile only seconds prior melted back to a stoic look, more serious.

He hugged her and Y/n was surprised, but she wrapped her arms around him. He pulled back when he started to get intoxicated on her sweet scent, her skin smelt edible and her hair was soft against his cheek.

“I’m sorry if I’m a prick to you.”

Y/n didn’t mean to but she laughed. A giggle bubbled from her tummy out of her mouth her as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What?” He said, fighting back the smile that threatened to tug on his lips. It was contagious. He was trying to keep his attention very far from her chest.

She didn’t know what made her say it but, but she told him the truth. “I like it. It's like a game we have. A Harry and Y/n one. I tease you, you tease me. You act like I don’t exist most of the time and I act like I don’t care. You’re mean to me and I let you be.”

Hearing her say it out loud was kind of like being winded. It had always been their game, a game neither mentioned, some sort of unspoken thing they shared.

She could tell he was kind of speechless.

“I don’t know why I let you.” Now that was a lie. She was trying to backtrack.

“I do.” He said stepping closer. His bare legs were pressing into hers. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to tell her. But he didn’t.

“You gonna tell me?” She said quietly, eyes widely looking up into his, as his hands rested on either side of her on the bench. He leaned in closely. So they were eye to eye.

She was trapped in his arms and had nowhere to look but at him, she squirmed under his smouldering eyes.

“You know why too.”

She didn’t speak. What did any of this mean? She had waited a long time to hear him apologise for being a dick to her, and he just did and she’d told him that she liked him treating her that way. What she meant was, that she liked him, she let him treat her that way because for Harry she would do anything. She didn’t care if that made her pathetic, at least she knew it was, at least she could admit it. I mean, wouldn’t you let him treat you like shit under his shoe if it meant he was at least looking at you with those gorgeous eyes? Could hardly blame the girl.

“Why did you have to meet Emma before you met me?” He almost whined with a soft scoff. As if complaining at fate’s hands for dealing them these cards.

She felt her heart rate speed up.

“What do you mean?” She asked, playing dumb. He was talking so much and she was practically drunk on his sultry voice. It was so deep and she just wanted to hold onto the sound forever and feel it melt into her spine like it was now, and listen when she wanted to sink into a state of lust.

He lifted one of his arms and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Then she’d be the one who has to follow my rules, and stay away from you. I could be the one in control. Have you all to myself. No sharing.”

Y/n licked her drying lips, as she processed his words. He wanted her all to himself? “Wait, wait, she has a rule to stay away from me?”

Y/n knew Emma didn’t like it when her friends slept with Harry, it was just weird and they would always complain about how mean he was after, or even try and talk about how good he was in bed. She just didn’t like her friends dating or having anything to do with Harry period. But she assumed it was different for Y/n since she knew Harry pretty well and would consider him someone in her close circle. Even if he did ignore her a lot. She assumed she was fine with Harry and Y/n at least being friends. Y/n had bottled all her feelings away for years, she didn’t think that would ever change. Even if Harry liked her back, she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship.

“You’re her friend, not mine.” He said, mocking Emma’s tone, making his voice all squeaky and high-pitched.

Y/n frowned. Emma had always been weird about this. She could understand to some extent, but sometimes Y/n wished she could just have a normal conversation with Harry. “Why can’t we be friends? I’ve known you my whole life, and haven’t slept with you. I think I should be allowed to have a conversation with you. I think I can handle that without pulling my pants down.”

Harry’s lips kicked up in a smirk, “You aren’t wearin’ any pants.”

“Oh shut up.” She replied cheeks bleeding pink.

“She trusts you.” Harry said trying to make Y/n feel better, “She just doesn’t trust me.”

Y/n smiled at that, trying to lighten the mood once again. “Who would? I mean this with respect, but you are a bit of a slut.” Her hand came up to play with the cross on his neck.

He giggled, “I simply enjoy myself openly. You should try, Y/n, it’s fun bein’ bad.”

She felt her cheeks warm further, “I can be bad,” Y/n argued but it was no use.

“Oh thas’ such a lie, Baby.” He laughed at her statement rolling his eyes, and Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the nickname. He’d never called her that before and it brought a rose colour to her cheeks that Harry adored on her. She was so easy to make nervous. But he didn’t think anyone was as good at it as he was.

“It’s not,” She pouted.

He cocked his head in challenge. “Name one naughty thing you’ve done then. Bet y’cant.”

She tried to think, that growing up she was relatively good and even now she hardly participated in much other than seeing Emma or Niall and studying. But she felt this urge to impress him, make him proud almost. Or at least shock him.

“I stole a lolly once.”

Harry found a smile slipping onto his face, he’d always seen Y/n as a fairly innocent person. And she was, for the most part. Soft and sweet in real life, like a bunny or puppy. So soft, and you just want to pick her up and put her in your arms and tell her how cute she is. But she had some mischievousness to her, like all people. Something buried underneath her innocent aura, Harry thought of that side of her often pondering what she was like when she wasn’t hiding and she’d been cracked open raw and teased beyond return.

“Oh yeah? Anything else?”

She tried to think of what would shock him but she fell flat. Until—but no she couldn’t say that, it way was too personal.

“I can see you thinking very hard, c’mon tell me.” He whispered. Y/n shut her eyes. His voice sent shivers down her spine.

Fuck it. It was like she had no control over her mouth, the filth just slipped right out of her pouty lips. She wanted to blame the alcohol, but it was probably just his voice that had her feeling intoxicated.

“Sometimes when I touch myself I think of you.”

Harry practically froze, his lips opening to show he was indeed very surprised to hear that. There was a beat and Y/n didn’t know if she regretted it or not. She was about to tell him it was a joke and run for her life. Change her name, and move to Mexico. Her Duolingo lessons weren’t going to be enough to get by, she’d have to start really learning how to speak properly now.

Until.

“What do you think about, Y/n?”

She felt herself getting hot, she’d really fucked herself here. He would never let this go. Call it the tequila but Y/n wasn’t lying. Truthfully the only thing that got her off was Harry, she couldn’t cum unless his green eyes flashed in her vision. Which she did feel bad about like she was a pervert. But believe that she’d tried to think of others, or watching porn. But she could only ever think of him. Otherwise, it wasn’t as good, and she didn’t get the release she was chasing.

“A lot of filthy things, H.”

He bit his lip, “Like what?”

He could sense her getting shy once more as she crossed her arms and looked at her feet, cheeks all pink and pinchable. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Baby, whatever you’ve touched your lil’ clit too I’ve probably stroked m’cock too.”

Y/n was surprised, head snapping up at his words, and though he was normally very honest even he seemed a bit more nervous to admit it. He was just as bad as her. And he had such a filthy mouth, but that was not a surprise to her. She was just surprised he thought of her, she never saw herself as particularly desirable. She always imagined Harry to like those people who look good running in slow motion.

It took a lot of courage as she began to speak. “I usually think about you…fucking my throat, using my mouth however you like. I like the idea of those hands pulling on m’hair.”

Harry felt his pants twitch. His expression and dark eyes egged her on to continue. He didn’t know she was such a little minx. He’d always imagine her to like soft, gentle caresses. Which wouldn’t have bothered him, though he was fairly kinky, but he would’ve done whatever she liked.

She didn’t know if he would like this but she felt brave, “Like the idea of calling you Daddy….Want to be good f’you, Daddy.”

That’s what made Harry unable to keep his hands by his sides. He grabbed her face forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Wanna be good?”

She nodded coyly, eyes wide. His hands were warm and she practically melted into them.

“Sleep upstairs tonight then.” He didn’t ask her, he simply instructed her. And who was she to say no?

She nodded once again and he patted her lower back as if to say off you go then. She listened and walked slowly in front of him. She felt his presence close by, the sweet citrus and woodsy scent that followed him was right by her nose and she could hear his slow calm breaths.

Her beating heart was thumping against her chest and she wondered how it didn’t fill the quiet house (besides Emma’s window-rattling snores).

He noticed her shaky and anxious energy and his hand slipped onto her waist. “I jus’ wanna hear about y’dreams somewhere comfier, Petal, if thas’ all yeh’ want that’s all we’ll do. Plus I’m saving y’from m’lumpy couch.”

She couldn’t complain about that.

As they walked inside she was welcomed to the scent of Harry, she’d only been in Harry’s room a few times, but never properly. He ushered her to the bed and she sat down tucking her knees to her chest and resting her chin. Examining the walls of famous singers and art that covered it. In the corner by his desk where the only source of light in his room was a glowing lamp, other than some fairy lights above his bed, was a little picture wall.

In the mess of polaroids and film, she saw one of Y/n, Emma and Harry when the two girls had graduated school. He was between them arms around their shoulders and looking to his left at Y/n who was laughing happily with Emma at Gemma who made some joke about something. Y/n knew the picture instantly because it was one of her favourites of him.

“What else, Baby?” He said softly sitting in front of her, interrupting her thoughts of that day when he’d driven home to visit them for it, and looked over to see him leaning against the headboard, arms interlocked behind his head.

“You go.” She said, which made Harry laugh.

“I’m pretty filthy Honey, you know me. I don’t know if it’ll be something you like.”

She looked at him stubbornly. “Try me.”

He shut his eyes and only now did she see he was nervous too, “I often find myself thinking about you on your tummy, underneath me, letting me stuff you full while my hands pin yours to your back so that you’re at my mercy.”

She liked that, her tummy twisted in yerning. “I’d like you to be in charge. Help me forget.”

He was looking at her like she was the sweetest most edible thing. “Can I kiss you?”

She nodded and he placed his hands in her hair, kissing her softly at first just a whisper of a touch of two mouths moulding into one. She leaned in further into the warmth of him and hugged her arms around his broad shoulders as the kiss began to deepen, he tasted like a hint of beer and minty toothpaste. Her chest burned with what only could be described as Harry.

He moaned into her mouth softly, sighing at the taste of her sweet tea-soaked lips. The warmth of her curves pressing into him was comforting, and though he had a desire to completely ruin her until she was crying his name, he liked taking it slow and enjoying this first kiss with her. Exploring her mouth, teasing his tongue against hers, and soft hands roaming up and down her back.

He rubbed her back under the soft shirt, no bra strap blocking his gentle scratches. She arched into his touch.

After all, he’d been dreaming of it for years and he wanted to take his time, even though he was crazy for her and felt this deep animalistic desire, he was gentle with her. Like she could break if he was too rough.

The kiss began to pick up as she slid into his lap, and he encouraged her to rub against his bare thigh. She ground against his tiger tattoo and he could feel the wetness between her thighs leaking onto him already. She moved slowly and uncertainly, his hands moved from her shoulders down to her hips forcefully moving her against him creating friction that made her create a soft whiney noise in the back of her throat. He swallowed the sounds eagerly.

He pulled his lips away breathlessly and dragged his mouth down the column of her throat, kissing sucking and biting wherever he could. Her skin was soft and she smelt like coconuts and something that was just her. He would’ve eaten her whole if he could. She let out soft breaths and sighs, her hips had stopped moving — too distracted by his magical lips.

He stopped to look at her. Really looking.

Her lips were more red, almost like she’d been nibbling on them, and they were all swollen from his kissing. Her cheeks were dusted in a warm pink. Eyes wild and doe-eyed looking up at him. She was picturesque. He wanted to remember her like this forever and be able to come back to this moment at any time. He soaked it in, hoping to remember.

“You seriously are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” He said softly running his big hands through her messy hair. His rings were cool on her skin.

“Harry, don’t.” She said bringing her hands to cover her blushing face.

He sighed. “I’m sorry for not telling you every second of every day.”

“Don’t lie, H. I’ve seen the girls you fancy.”

“Only ever fancied you.” He said his hands grabbing hers and moving them away she looked at him, shocked. “Only ever look for your face in a crowd, Baby.”

She didn’t know what to say so she kissed him and he moaned softly when she rubbed herself against him. He was getting harder and harder with each movement until eventually she stopped and moved away.

“Can I suck you off?” She asked, and the filth was shocking to hear from her soft voice and lips.

He nodded hand stroking her cheek. “Yeah, ‘course.”

She moved down to her tummy between his thighs and looked up at him. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” She whispered.

He laughed softly, there she was, there was his Y/n. “Thas’ okay, Love, I’ll teach you.”

She slid her hand up his thigh and her fingers found their way into the waistband of his boxers and began to tug them down when he gave her a nod of approval. His stiff dick sprung out against his tummy, and he was completely naked for her. The head of his cock was oozing precum and it dripped down to his balls. Even his dick was pretty. Which she should’ve expected.

It had a blush-coloured tip similar to the shade of his lips, he was veiny and long. So long that he reached his belly button. He was girthy too and as she moved her hand to wrap around it, he hissed at the contact, and she almost dropped her jaw at the fact her fingers weren’t touching. He smirked down at her.

Her reaction was boosting his ego in just the right way.

“You alright down there, Petal?”

She nodded, her lips grazing against his now throbbing cock. He ached for her. The sight of the swell of her ass and plush thighs was making him very needy.

And to the surprise of them both she pursed her lips and spat down onto his dick. She was basically drooling all over him, it leaked down over the length of him coating his prick and he practically whimpered at the sight — it was one of his dreams. She then took him into her mouth and began to suck and lick, slowly taking him deeper and deeper.

His hands had slipped into her hair holding it back from her face and he was letting out loud gravelly moans and sighs of pleasure. He was trying to stop his hips from rolling up into her throat. Her mouth was so deliciously warm and tight against him, he felt like a man deprived of water near a watering hole. Her tongue glided around swirling and sucking and teasing the tip of him. When she began to fondle his balls as well, gently massaging them, he let out a particularly loud whiney noise. She popped out off of him.

“Shh, don’t wanna wake Emma up.” She said before dripping another trickle of spit onto him and continuing her fast and merciless pace on him.

“Can’t help it, when you take me like that. S’fucking good.” He said, as his hips jutted into her throat roughly, without realising. “Shit, fuck, sorry,” He said hearing her throat gag on him.

She just went deeper onto him, until her nose was tickled by the snail trail on his tummy. Pulling back when all her breath had gone. She hardly needed to be taught.

She took deep breaths of air and stroked him slowly in her hand, he was panting at her touch.

“You can use my throat however y’like, Daddy.” She said, voice all raw from his cock having stuffed it just seconds ago, before going back down onto him.

“Just tap m’leg if you need me to stop,” He said and she nodded making a noise around him. His hands pulled her hair up away from her eyes. “sucha’ good fuckin’ girl.” He said pushing her head down once more. Again and again, until he was close to cumming. Which had happened fast, and he didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed.

His balls ached for release and her teasing little hands that twisted and stroked him, along with her tongue, had him so loud he’d taken to biting his lip in an attempt to keep his sounds from slipping out. He pulled her off him stroking her cheek gently, swiping some tears away. Her eyes had begun to leak with tears from how deep she was taking him, and it made him throb.

“Gonna’ cum soon, Baby.”

She nodded. “Let me have it please, want your cum. Want it all.”

He stuffed her mouth once more at her words, rutting into her throat until she was gagging and coughing around him. His eyes squeezed shut, “Oh fuck, cummin’,” he hissed. Opening his eyes to watch the sight below him.

Her eyes looked up at him, and that’s what sent him over the edge. With one last thrust, he was cumming, hard, so hard his eyes saw white spots and he shuddered into her. She pulled back coughing, she’d swallowed as much as she could but some of it made its way out and dribbled down her chin. She swiped the rest with her thumb and licked it up.

She was just perfect.

He pulled her up by her chin and kissed her.

“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He kissed her again before asking her, “Let Daddy take care of ya’ now, is that what y’want sweet girl?”

She nodded. “Yes please.”

“Good girl. So polite.” He said kissing her forehead. His hand slipped into her underwear circling her clit, which was slick with arousal. “So wet for me.”

She sighed leaning closer to his shoulder, pressing her forehead into him to cover her whines. He started to circle her clit faster, and her hips squirmed against his hand he then started teasing her weeping hole. She moaned deliciously into his neck. Felt so good.

“Come rest against me, my love.” She shifted her body at his command and turned to face away from him. Pushing her back into his chest, her bum tucked right against his stiffy. His legs spread open for her to sit in front of him and he grabbed the waistband of her undies pushing her undies down and she threw them to the side with her ankle. She leaned into his shoulder head tipped back and he watched from over her shoulder. Just like the rest of her, her pussy was beautiful. It was glistening in slick and begging for his attention. Beautiful and spread for him like a flower, her swollen bud was puffy and eager to be sucked, licked, and teased.

His hand slipped past her tummy and began to rub her softly coating his finger in her slick, preparing her for him to slip his fingers in. She sighed breathlessly.

“Please, Daddy.” She whispered which made his cock twitch from behind her, she felt against her back.

He slowly slipped one in and her mouth opened but no sound came out until he was all the way inside, knuckle deep, which made her let out a broken cry. “Oh fuck, Harry.”

He began to thrust and curl his finger, moving faster and faster. Her tight pussy clamped down onto him, pulsing every few seconds, as she cried out softly into the room. Her cheeks bloomed with warmth and her body squirmed in pleasure as his other hand kept her legs spread for him. His thumb drew lazy circles on her puffy clit which had her pussy leaking even more onto his finger.

“Like when Daddy takes you like this?”

She nodded. “Mm.”

“Say it, Baby, tell me you like it.”

“I lov-love it when you take me like this.” Her voice was so soft and airy.

He began kissing her neck and shoulder, sucking a mark near her ear. She was too distracted to care about it leaving a mark tomorrow. “My pretty Baby, likes when I tease her little pussy?”

She made a whiney noise and her legs twitched almost shutting.

“So sensitive f’me.”

He slipped another finger inside her and she dripped out even more onto him, crying out softly into the hand she’d brought to her mouth, her slick trickled down her thighs too now and he didn’t slow his movements only went harder and faster into her. Loving the way she melted into his touch.

“Gunna’ cum for Daddy?”

She nodded biting her lip. “‘Feels so good. I’m goin’ ta’ cum soon, Daddy.”

He kept going kissing her skin and massaging her thighs and breasts and eventually her legs shook hard, and shut on his hand and she cried out and pulsed rapidly around his fingers, and he could only imagine how good he’d feel with her cumming on his cock like that. She looked so beautiful he felt like he might cum then and there on her back without having even touched himself. As the peak of her orgasm washed over her he slid his fingers out of her and brought them to her lips, giving her just the middle finger.

“Suck,” He told her.

She obeyed sucking dazedly still trying to calm down from her orgasm, when he pulled it out he brought the other one to his lips.

“Mm.” He said softly, she tasted tangy and sweet.

She took some deep breaths as he held her close. “Thank you.” She whispered softly, shutting her eyes and catching her breath, she can’t remember the last time she came like that. So hard that she felt it in her entire body, so hard she saw stars and couldn’t contain her noises.

“Sucha’ good girl, you’re welcome my sweet girl.” She turned her head to the side and kissed him, very softly and slowly. Nothing feverish and rushed like their previous actions and his hands massaged her bare hips, kneading her plush flesh contently. God, she was just so soft, so warm, so wet, and so perfect. It was like he’d dreamt but better, if that was even possible. He was drunk on her touch.

When she pulled away she looked up at him. “I want your cock, please, I need it.” Her little pleads made his balls ache, and he wouldn’t have to be asked twice by her.

“Okay, Baby.” He said running a hand through his hair. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it aside, completely bare, so perfect to him. Her nipples harden at the cool air, and her skin pimpled. Her body was perfect, every scar, mole, mark, and spot he’d have happily kissed and run his over for hours if she’d allow it.

He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it down in the middle of the bed right in front of her. “Why don’t you lie on your tummy f’me, Petal? Rest on the pillow.”

She nodded and put her hips in line with the pillow, her bum sticking in the air ready for him. His hands rubbed her softly, her skin was so smooth under his hands and he wanted to sink his teeth into her plush flesh. She was so fucking perfect, and the way their bodies knew exactly what to do to the other was just magic like they were made for one another. Just like a pair of contrasting colours splashed on a canvas together, it just worked.

“One sec,” He said leaning over to his bedside table pulling out a condom and ripping it open. He slid it over his leaking prick that was already standing tall at the sound of Y/n’s soft moans and perfect, wet, pussy that was waiting to be stuffed full of him.

Before he slid himself inside her she turned to look over her shoulder. “I ‘aven’t in a while. Be gentle please, Harry.”

He kissed her forehead, “‘Course, Gorgeous.”

He held her hand in his reassuringly as he slowly dipped the tip inside of her, feeling her begin to stretch for him. She was tight, from nerves and the fact he was just so fucking large. She wasn’t nervous because of anything being wrong, she just wanted Harry to like her. She didn’t know how, but he had this incredible talent of making her nervous always. He was just so much more experienced, older, and had much more sex than her. She just worried she wouldn’t be up to his standards.

But when he began to coo her gently and rubbed her back and bum with his hands to relax her, she began to feel less nervous. Harry, though a prick with a filthy mouth and a bit of an attitude problem, would never want anything bad to happen to her and liked her for who she was, as she was. They’d been around each other for years after all, and with that sort of time, you just understand each other. He was a mean prick who had sex with just about anyone and she was a naive good girl who strayed from any attention. But they could still appreciate their differences. She was pleasantly surprised at how well their bodies understood each other too. His cock was the perfect fit for her, and she melted into the pain.

Her thoughts of nervousness were lost when he had stuffed her completely full of him, she could feel the tip of him teasing that spot inside her that she could only ever reach with toys, she let out a whimper. “Fuck, Harry.”

It was millions of times better than anything she’d ever experienced.

He hissed throwing his head back, feeling her stretch around him. “So tight, Love.”

He began to move, keeping true to his word, slow and gentle thrusts. Remaining as shallow with his movements as someone could with a cock that big.

Y/n’s eyes watered in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her hand flew back again to grab his wrist. “S’big, Daddy.”

He moaned at the name, it was just so fucking cute coming from her. He wanted to take care of her when she acted all needy like that, “Yeah? Feels big inside your little pussy, doesn’t it?”

God, he was filthy, he made her stomach curl with desire. She never thought she’d like dirty talk all that much, before this she’d felt it was corny coming from boys but coming from his lips it was the closest thing to heaven she’d ever heard.

She nodded into the bed and took her hand back to grip the sheets but he grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. He used them as leverage to push her back onto him, pinning her hands back, just like he said.

“Feeling alright, Baby?” He asked.

And she nodded once more.

“Tell me.” He told her.

“Feels fuckin’ amazing.” She said struggling to find the words, her orgasm had made her foggy and his cock bottoming out made it difficult to think of anything else.

“Feel so good on m’cock, fucking made to take it, Y/n.”

That made her shiver, the pain had started to subside turning into just pleasure now. “Can go faster, H.” She said just above a whisper.

As he began to go faster and deeper like he’d been desperate to, she got louder and louder, and her pussy made these filthy noises against his cock. He was ruining her completely and she was enjoying every moment. Her eyes turned glossy in pleasure.

He let go of her hands to grab her hips and push her back harder, she began to move her hips to meet his, and he cried out.

“Fuck,” He swore, tossing his head back stray curlings falling over his eyes when he looked back down at her.

He squeezed the flesh of her ass and moved his hand forward onto her hair gently tugging it backward, as he began to pound into her even harder.

“Such a pretty little thing, letting me ruin you, what a good girl.” He said his voice all rough and coarse.

She keened clawing at the bed, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy, I love it thank you.”

Even in bed, she was so polite and obedient, that he wondered what she would be like after being edged for a while. Would her obedience turn to brattiness? He would have to try another time. Made him speed up even more at the thought.

“Wanna see tha’ pretty face while y’taking m’cock,” He said deciding to turn her onto her back he got rid of the pillow, flipping her to face him. Her cheeks were flushed rosy pink, her hair a mess from his pulling, and her eyes were practically black her pupils had gotten so big. She was perfect, his perfect good girl, and so beautiful he could’ve cum just looking at her.

He leaned down kissing her lips, as he continued his thrusts. He dragged his lips down along her jaw and down until he had one of her breasts in his mouth. Her nipples were sensitive to his tongue and her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, scratching along the peaks of his back. She felt so close, she couldn’t control any part of herself.

He moved his attention across to the other nipple, massaging the one that had just been marked with his mouth. She was moaning breathily, back arching up into him. She was so sensitive to his touch, so much so that every brush of skin that he dared to touch felt like it was on fire.

“I’m getting close, Daddy.” She said and he began going even deeper, he could tell by the way her pussy was clamping down onto his prick harder and harder and more often that she was on the brink. It made his stomach turn.

“Atta girl, cum on Daddy’s cock.” Her legs were shaking and she screwed her eyes shut at his words.

“Don’t stop, please.” She said, clawing his back.

He didn’t dare change anything he was doing, he stayed hitting that spot deep inside her that made her scream out and claw him extra tightly. She pulled him closer so his mouth was hovering over hers, her legs wrapped around his back and she clawed his arms desperate for her release. She felt her stomach unravelling in the familiar feeling of her orgasm.

“Gonna- fuck, gonna cum!”

He felt her pulse rapidly on his cock and whined into her lips at the feeling. She made guttural moaning noise, all loud and high, as her legs squirmed and she shook around him. He helped her through her orgasm, stroking her cheek with his hands pecking her lips until she came down from it.

It was even more intense than her first and his cock greedily continued pounding her hardly giving her a chance to rest. He moved her leg up a bit higher against his hip and began to hit that spot even harder than before.

She whined hands reaching up to his hair, tugging it, and he moaned. He loved it when she did that

“Can you handle another, sweet girl?” He asked he had no shame in wanting to watch her cum once more. It was too beautiful of a sight you couldn’t blame him, he was greedy for more.

And she nodded tiredly. “Think so. Might have to make me take it though, Daddy.”

Her voice drove him up the wall. “Fuck, so fucking perfect f’me. Love this pussy.” He moved his hand down to rub her clit, he wanted to speed up this next orgasm to be in time with his, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Watching his cock disappear in her was a sight he hoped to hold onto in his mind. It made his eyes roll back in his head.

He kept throwing his head back and grunting as he continued the final stretch before his orgasm.

“Can you choke me, please? Wanna cum with your hand around m’throat, please.” She asked and it took him by surprise. Little innocent Y/n liked being choked too? God, this really was his idea of heaven.

“Please, what?” He asked sternly.

“Please, Daddy.”

He smirked, and Y/n knew she was done for. He slipped his free hand around her throat, rings cold to her neck as squeezed the sides, he watched her become dizzy with pleasure and she start to show signs of cumming again, which was good because he didn’t know if he’d last much longer.

“Cum for me please, Princess, milk me with that perfect pussy.” He said his voice all rough and slurring, his pussy had him losing his mind. He was so far gone.

With a few more circles on her clit, and deep thrusts she was squirting all over his cock with an intense grip on his prick. He felt her drip down him around his cock making creating more friction for him to continue his merciless pace.

“Cumming,” She cried out loudly lifting a hand to her mouth to cover it, and Harry had honestly forgotten they were supposed to be quiet. The only thing on his mind was filling her with his cum. She was still feeling the wave of her orgasm wash over her and was loose-lipped and limp as Harry started to feel the knot in his tummy unravel in a familiar feeling of complete pleasure.

Her pulsing pussy was squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t wait any longer. “Getting close, Baby.”

“Cum for me Daddy, please want your cum so bad,” She pleaded. He released his grip from her throat and let his forehead press into her shoulder as she pulled him closer. Hands scratching his hair and hugging him close to her body. Craving him.

“Fuck, cummin’ Y/n, cummin’.” He said as his cock twitched hard while he bottom out of her, when his loud moans began to spill from his lips she brought their mouths together and he moaned against her swollen lips.

Even after cumming he stayed inside her for a moment, absolutely spent, head resting on her shoulder. She gently rubbed his back with her hands and didn’t mind him staying close. Eventually, he lifted off of her and kissed her forehead before pulling out, she winced at the feeling of him pulling out of her ruined pussy.

“One sec, Love.”

She nodded. And shifted her hips knowing tomorrow morning she’d struggle to sit. Her hips would probably be bruised and her body would ache, but she did not care one bit. She wouldn’t change what had just happened. She had the best orgasms of her entire life, and Harry seemed pretty content too. And it had been with Harry, of all people it had been with the one person she wasn't supposed to get with.

He tied off the condom and threw it in a little bin by his desk. He walked inside the en suite in his room (he’d won the coin toss), and wet a flannel. He came back with a warm cloth to wipe her down. She squirmed at his touch, feeling very sore and sensitive. “Sorry, Love, I know, but can’t have ya’ all sticky before bed can I?”

She just nodded once again. He put the flannel back in the sink and switched the light off coming back out to find Y/n limp and star-fished in the middle of his bed on the mess of his sheets. She looked completely spent, her three orgasms had tired her out so much.

“Y’ want something to wear?” He asked.

She nodded. “Thanks, Styles.”

He smiled at her usual name for him. “What happened to Daddy?”

“Oh, shut up.” She said blushing, he was probably going to keep bringing that up whenever he could, just to tease her.

He grabbed a big baggy black shirt and some plaid boxers for from his drawer.

“Y’so cute when you blush, you know?”

She frowned hands moving to her face. “Stoppp!” She whispered loudly.

He handed her the clothes and helped her slide into them, and she half expected to be sent back to the couch downstairs and told thanks for the shag, but he pulled the duvet down the bed and patted the middle of the bed for her to sleep there. She moved to lay in the spot and Harry placed the duvet over her.

Sliding back on his boxers from before, and running a hand through his messy sweaty hair he looked over at her. “I’ll get us some water, be right back.”

She nodded. “Alright.”

When he came back with two glasses of water he placed them on the bedside table and sighed before rolling in beside her. She turned to face him. “Hi,” she said with a giggle.

“Hi.” He replied with a small laugh too.

“Your bed's very comfy, Styles.”

“Better than m’couch.” He replied sliding a hand onto her waist to rub her side, soothing her into a restful sleep.

“Much better, should’ve shagged you sooner if it meant bed privileges.”

He scoffed playfully, “Only using me for my cock and the comfy bed, aye?”

She laughed back. “Yeah, obviously, why else?”

He pulled her even closer and turned the tone more serious. “Thank you for before,”

She frowned confusedly. “The blowjob?”

He laughed softly. “No, in the kitchen.”

She laughed at herself. “Oh right,” She said lifting her hand to stroke his cheek which he leaned into. “Well, I like your rotten mouth and shocking brutal honesty and all the rest of you. Don’t worry about those guys.”

He leaned closer, a teasing expression lighting up his face. “You like me?”

She just rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“I like you too.”

This made her blush. “Go to sleep.”

“C’mere then,”

She got even closer and fell asleep to the beat of his heart and gentle caress on her back.

The following morning, she woke up early, which was very unlike her, and in a total panic, that Emma might have noticed she was missing from the couch. Harry groaned grabbing her, “Don’t go.”

“Have to, Em’s gonna notice, she’d kill us both.” She said, voice all raspy and eyes bleary.

He whined not letting go. “Stupid Emma.”

“Shh. I’ll see you later.” She was about to leave back downstairs, but he grabbed her and she watched him waiting for what else wanted from her.

“Kiss?”

She leaned down and pecked his lips which he smiled at shutting his eyes to go back to sleep, and she left sneaking back downstairs. Sluggishly wrapping the blanket around her and shutting her eyes, even though she was much too giddy to sleep.

When Emma woke up with a throbbing head she smiled at Y/n and she started making coffee quietly since her head couldn’t handle anything loud. This made Y/n stir, sitting up and turning the telly on sleepily. A re-run of Friends was on and she wrapped herself up in the blanket and sat back watching.

Emma wordlessly passed her a coffee and sat beside her, stealing some of the blanket. They spent the rest of the episode in silence just huddling together for warmth and sipping away tiredly, until Harry’s footsteps could be heard creaking down the stairs.

“Want some pancakes, children?”

The pair nodded.

Y/n looked over at him smiling to herself, he’d changed into a loose navy crewneck and some pyjama pants. He looked gorgeous, and she was reminded of last night. She'd liked him for years, and now she'd done filthy things with him, would she ever recover?

When the pancakes were ready they all sat together at the table. Harry was a wonderful cook, he made a variety of pancakes.

Blueberry, chocolate chip, plain, some with strawberries and cream. He'd brought out lemon and sugar too because that's what Y/n liked on her pancakes, and lots of fruit for Emma. He'd brought out two big jugs of juice for them and a coffee pot.

“Sleep well, Em?” Asked Harry, with a mouthful of blueberry pancake chewing lazily. How did he even look sexy eating?

She nodded. “Yeah,”

“Me too.” He replied before turning to Y/n, who was mid-sip on some juice, it was a mix of berries and tasted sweet. “Y/n?”

She coughed, choking on her juice, and Harry smirked knowingly. Emma patted her back, “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah, just wrong hole. I slept fine.” Y/n said.

“Hate when that happens.” Harry teased, and she wanted to kick his shin but Emma definitely would’ve noticed.

They all finished their pancakes and after the big breakfast, Emma had an aspirin and told them both she was going back to bed for a nap.

“I might head off then,” Y/n said, she wanted to go home and nap herself. Harry had kept her awake for a good portion of the night after all, and her body was very sore. “I’ll get an Uber.”

“Alright, Babe,” She said hugging her. Y/n kissed her cheek and hugged her back.

“Bye, Babe,” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Thanks for taking care of me. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Y/n nodded. “Of course, we have to do our monthly movie marathon rain, hail, or shine!”

Emma smiled. “Perfect, get home safe.”

They parted, and Emma went back to her room to sleep. Y/n’s Uber arrived moments later and Harry watched Y/n leave waving with a big devilish grin.

She waved back hopping in the Uber tiredly, as the car pulled away and Harry shut the door, her phone buzzed with a text.

Harry Styles🍒

Can I come over tonight?

Y/n felt a big grin overtake her face.

what on earth for mr. styles?

Harry Styles🍒

Didn’t get to give a you proper goodbye, did I?

Y/n blushed with a small laugh as she typed back.

see u at eight

Harry Styles🍒

See you then Baby X

Y/n bit her lip. What had she gotten herself into?

oh and bring snacks

and that new film u were raving about to niall

Harry Styles🍒

Ok, done. See you tonight. XX

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up similar to last in the kitchen. This was not the Harry she knew, but she didn’t have it in her to complain. She saw flashes of last night of them together and squirmed in her seat.

‘💗💗’ She replied.

When she put her phone down in her lap and stared out at the window she sighed to herself, knowing she was completely done for. Harry had ruined her, she'd never be able to stop thinking about him and last night. However, she had very few complaints about it. Her phone buzzed yet again. She checked it.

Harry Styles🍒 hearted your message.

She smiled even more and shut her eyes, head resting against the leather seat, as she wondered if he was smiling this big too.

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bonesandchalamet · 9 months

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Italy - h.styles

pairing: husband!harry styles x wife!reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: he looks so husband material in the latest Italy pictures!!! enjoy this lil blurb xx

you’d lay in the sun until you could become leather, or until the alcohol washed away and you were suddenly aware of the rays piercing down into your skin.

you’re laying at the head of the boat, towel underneath you collecting sweat and salty water droplets while you drift into sleep. you only wake the sound of a bottle squeezing out sunscreen and your husbands warm hands rubbing the cream into your skin.

“you’re going to get sun poisoning if you don’t wear this.” he mutters while furiously working his hands across your stomach to evenly distribute the SPF 30 to protect your skin.

“I’m fine, h.” you protest, but have no strength to push him off, just allowing him to help you.

“when you’re so red you can’t move tomorrow I’ll be the one to laugh.” he smiles, a chuckle escaping his lips before he places a gentle kiss to your Rudolph colored nose.

the rays of Italy were brutal. they were not kind like the sun in England that could give you just the perfect glow for the week or two. Italy’s sun loves to eat up pasty white skin and make anyone redder than a lobster.

he throws his leg over your waist and effortlessly pulls you closer to him, “you should drink some water or else you’ll get sick.” he reminds you with another kiss, this time into the crook of your neck. he burrows his nose into you, lips wrapped around your skin his teeth sink into the redness marking his territory.

“harry, stop.” you can’t fight the giggles or the gasps of air he has you in. you’re both so completely unaware of the passengers on board. he’s pulled you into a different universe with his tongue, lips, and teeth.

“alright, alright,” he pulls himself away finally. he swings his leg off of you sitting up right, “so water?”

“yes please.”

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eddiesxangel · 2 months

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Stockholm Syndrom | Eddie Munson x Succubus!Reader

cw: contains darker themes so if you don’t feel comfy don’t read it. obsessive behaviours, mind control, magic, religion (nothing specific) demon!reader, cnc? (the demon controls Eddie in a way) seduction, submissive Eddie, female!demon, descriptions of the reader as a demon, p in v, oral, mild suffocation, dirty talk, cream pie, cum eating, biting, breeding!kink? (Idk reader needs cum to survive)

WC: 3.7k

Eddie was abruptly awoken in the middle of the night and felt like something was off. He looked at the clock and saw that it was exactly 3:33am. He felt a burning sensation all over his skin like he was being pricked by tiny needles. He checked his temperature, but it was normal. He felt like his clothes were suffocating him and had an intense urge to take them off. They felt unusually tight and itchy as if they were made of a different material. Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

As Eddie slowly regained consciousness, he noticed a peculiar smell lingering in the air of his room. It was a heady aroma, almost as if a candle had been blown out, yet none had been lit in his room for quite some time. He couldn't quite put his finger on the scent, but it was unusual and piqued his curiosity. As he lay there, his senses slowly coming back to him, he found himself increasingly intrigued by the mysterious fragrance.

He shuffled in his bed; taking his clothes off, he noticed a dim red light glowing from his closet. The more Eddie stared, the more he became hypnotized.

He wasn’t scared like he should have been. It was way too similar to the gates of The Upsidedow, but Eddie knew this was different. He felt a strange calmness and urge to go closer. He sat up, swung his feet over the edge of the bed, and suddenly everything returned to normal.

The shock in temperature jolted Eddie back into the confines of his warm bed. The February air seeped through the thin window pane of the new trailer that was graciously given by the government when his uncle was split in half during the “earthquake.”

He immediately went back to sleep, essentially forgetting about the whole experience until it happened again the next night.

3:33am, hot skin, smell of smoke, warm red light filling the closet, the need to discard his pyjama pants and boxers, but once he stood it all went away and Eddie was none the wiser.

For a week, this kept repeating, and it was no different tonight. 3:33am, hot, smoke, naked, but only this time Eddie stayed put in his bed. He had a feeling, seeded deep within him, not to move.

Eddie dared not to move, staring intently at the closet door. The trailer was empty but him; his room was dark, with only a faint red light inside the closet illuminating a small area around it. As he watched, the dim red glow started to grow brighter, casting a deeper orange hue throughout the room. The sight completely captivated him and couldn't take his eyes off the radiant light. He was so engrossed that he almost forgot to blink, and he continued to watch as the glow inside the closet continued to intensify.

Dry eyes travelled across the ceiling and down the walls, following the warm glow. Eddie's heart raced, but he wasn't panicked; he was excited to see what would emerge behind the sliding doors. Then, a shuffle emerged as if the clothes hung in the rack were being moved.

Eddie watched intently, waiting for something to happen. It felt like hours when it was merely seconds.

Then, out of the glow, slowly, the closet door slid inch by inch, your hand wrapped meticulously around the edge of the door, smirking to yourself that this silly little man finally let you out of your confines.

Your long, pointed, black nails tapped one by one against the plastic of the door before pushing it open with little effort, making the door rattle and shake against the track.

Typically Eddie would have let out a scream at the sudden loud noise but your aura was calming, almost soothing, like he didn’t have control over his emotions.

A sudden rush of blood traveled from Eddie’s heart to his cock, he hasn’t even seen you yet but all he could think about was how unbelievably turned on he was all of a sudden.

Eddie’s breathing increased as he watched the closet intently. He was frozen as his naked body lay there, cock growing hard by the second, but he knew he shouldn’t touch himself, not yet. If he waited, he would get rewarded. And god did he want to be rewarded.

You thought you’d teased your little play toy enough that you slinked one leg out, you were barefoot, lacquered black toes nails were the first thing Eddie saw, next was your dark red skin. Your smooth, thick leg stepped out from the door, and then your wide hip that bore only a dark loin cloth came into view.

You’ve waited, watched, and studied him for days to ensure he was the right fit.

You liked them slightly inexperienced, needy, desperate; you knew you could get him to beg for it, to feed you. The life of a succubus is not easy, especially for you when you have a certain type.

Eddie watched intently as you slowly exited the closet, fully showing yourself to your next target.

��W-who are you?” Eddie scanned your body, your long hair was covering your large breasts and the loin cloth was only covering so much of your middle. He was so transfixed on your naked skin that it took him a second to see your face, your beautiful face.

Your skin was a deep red; you had two blackened horns that curved up and over your head. Blacked-out wide eyes and full black lips. You opted to keep your wings and tail hidden as they would only get in the way.

“You’re asking the wrong questions, big boy,” you purred.

Eddie agreed as he took in your swollen breasts and thick thighs, your scary but intoxicating attributes, Eddie’s wet dream. He was but a stupid boy, mere human in the presence of a…you were… well Eddie had no idea but you were everything out of his wildest fantasy.

“I’m Eddie,” he introduced himself.

This made you giggle.

“I know you who you are Eddie” you purred again, slowly making your way towards his bed, your eyes locking in on what you needed from him most.

Eddie watched as your snake-like forked tongue licked your blackened lips, catching the white fangs that resembled that of a vampire’s.

“Why are you here?” Eddie spoke confidently.

“You want me to tell you? Or would you like me to show you?” You crawled onto the bed on all fours and hovered over the human. His wide eyes didn’t blink, and you moved above him. Your sharp pointed nail traced his alabaster skin on his cheekbones. A shiver ran through Eddie as this creature above him seduced him into submission.

“S-show me” he stammered.

“Good boy” you smiled showing your sharp teeth before taking his mouth on your own. Your leg swung over his hip to rest your naked pussy lips on top his already painfully hard length that was laying flat against his stomach.

A loud groan escaped Eddie’s throat as he moaned into your mouth. You rocked your hips over his cock only three times and before Eddie knew what he was happening, he was cumming.

“Oh my god oh my god” he was so embarrassed, how could this be happening?

“Mmmmm, that didn’t take long to get what I wanted.” You smirk before slinking down his body to collect the white hot cum that was leaking across his bare abdomen.

Eddie watched as your long wet tongue collected his seed, and he swore he was about to cum again just watching you enjoy yourself.

“I’m sorry I- I- I”

“Don’t worry big boy, l’ll be back for more” you wipe off the corner of your lip and walk back into your tiny portal without another word.

"Wait! What? Who?" Eddie stood up to chase after you but you're were gone.

What the fuck just happened? Eddie came from a make out and a dry hump and you, then you just disappeared?

The clock read 8:26am, causing confusion to Eddie, who was taken aback by how quickly time had passed. He wondered if he had dozed off and immediately awoken or had never been awake?

However, the only plausible explanation was that he must have had an exceptionally vivid dream. The kind of dream that felt real, right down to the last detail. The kind of dream that leaves you questioning what was real and what wasn't. Eddie couldn't shake off the feeling that he was still in the grips of that dream, and reality was just beyond his reach.

The whole day, Eddie couldn’t focus. His thoughts were all about you; he was consumed by you. Whatever you were?

Eddie had been gripped by a feverish obsession, unable to tear himself away from his room. He spent his days in a state of constant vigilance, scanning every corner and every shadow, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Each morning, as soon as he woke up, he would rush to the closet, tearing through the clothes in a frenzied search for any sign of your presence. He tore apart the shelves, looking for hidden doors, false walls, any clue that might lead him to you. But despite his tireless efforts, he found nothing, and his search continued without end. Everything was underwhelmingly ordinary.

Disappointment flooded Eddie as the hours passed, and you didn’t show up. But Eddie held onto hope that you would come back.

Wayne eventually started getting worried by day three when Eddie didn’t leave the room.

Three days and you weren’t back. He was held prisoner by his own thoughts and memories of you. He was convincing himself that it was just a vivid dream, but something in the back of his mind he knew was real.

He obsessively drew every exquisite detail of you, capturing every curve and line with care. He eagerly incorporated you into his Dungeons and Dragons campaigns, weaving your seduction into the magical world he had created.

As he worked to clean up the garage where he spent his days, he often found himself lost in thoughts of you, imagining your body and the sound of your voice. He couldn't resist the urge to doodle you on the workstations, bringing you to life in his own small way. He even started writing song lyrics about you, even though there was very little to go off of. It was like he couldn’t escape; you were a shadow holding him hostage. You were a whisper telling him he would never get away, and he didn’t want to.

You were now his whole world and he would do everything to try and get you back.

Eddie had been stranded in your world for three long weeks. He spent every night trying his best to stay awake, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. However, despite his best efforts, he would eventually succumb to sleep, and every morning, he would wake up feeling disappointed and frustrated.

The passing days seemed endless, and Eddie grew increasingly desperate to find a way back to his regular life. His friends noticed a change in him, he was adgitated, not wanting to talk to anyone, he only wanted you back.

Tonight was no different, Eddie watched and waiting for the light to guide him back to you. But he was exhausted, hardly getting any sleep for the past three weeks. He passed out on his bed extra early, not even seven in the evening and was out like a light.

3:33am. Eddie gasped awake like all the other times, he smelled the burnt out candel, the room temperature changed. Eddie stripped himself of all his clothing as quickly as possible and lay still, hoping and praying to whatever dark angel that you were to come to visit him once again.

The room's glow brightened as you passed through your realm to Eddie's. You could hear his heart pumping faster as you got closer. You missed your little toy, but your hunger had been satiated, and you wanted to be greedy; it was fun to tease this human.

"Did you miss me?" You ask as you step out of the portal.

"Yes," Eddie quickly answered, sitting up against the headboard.

"Good boy." You praised as you saw he was already hard for you, not that he had much choice.

"What are you?" Eddie bravely asks.

"I'm a succubus, isn't it obvious?" you cock your head.

"What's your name?" he questions as you approach the bed.

"Nice try, you're smart Eddie, you know I can't give you that." You sit on his lap like you had that first night.

"What can I call you then?" He watches you trail your sharp claws along his chest as you hypnotize Eddie with your beauty.

"Don't worry about that" you cup his chin in your dark crimson palm, tilting his head up to yours so you can taste his lips. No human before him had tasted quite like this. You've been around for thousands of years, but something was different about this one.

"What do you want?" Eddie pulled away breathlessly.

"For you to stop talking. I'm starving." Your forked tongue licked a wet strip up from Eddie's collarbone to his ear before Eddie spoke again.

"But I thought you said you were hungry?" he stupidly asked, like he was about to get you something from the kitchen.

"Exactly." you deadpaned. Annoyed that he was still questioning what was happening.

Oh.

Most men you find and haunt are more than ready and willing. You thought this one was. You watched him fro weeks waiting for your return, making sure he had become obsessed with you, and he had. But now he was prolonging his own pleasure, and you were getting hangry.

"I want your cock Eddie. Will you give it to me?" your saccharine voice pleaded as you ground your bare wet warm pussy over Eddie's cock.

Eddie found himself agreeing immediately without thinking about what that could mean.

"Good boy." You grip eddie's wrists, making sure not to scartch him with your claws before bringing his hands up your your full perked breasts. You flipped your long black hair over your shoulders exposing your nipples to the man benieth you.

"Holy shit," you hear him whimper under you.

"Oh, yes, Eddie, touch me" You fling your head back at the feeling of his hard cock graze against your clit, rocking your hips along his cock just like the last time.

This time, you may have placed a little spell on Eddie for him to last longer. You needed to have fun too, It has been too long and you were only a succubus after all, you can't help yourself.

"Oh my god youre so amazing" Eddie praised.

"We havn't even started yet, hunny" you cooed as you pressed his face into your breasts while still grinding your hips down on his shaft trying to chase your orgasm.

You stick your thin tongue in his mouth and explore his taste more. He was smoky just how you liked and earthy and a little minty.

Thank god your little spell worked because if you were on your brink of coming undone Eddie sure would’ve been long gone by now and your fun would have been over before it had started.

“Mmmmmmm Eddie you’re making me feel so good” you praised as his hands explored your body.

His calloused fingers graised your deep cherry skin, he timidly groped a fist full of your ass before you let out a moan of pleasure as his hands explored more of your body, tugging at the only piece of clothing you wore it slipped off effortlessly.

“More,” Eddie moaned into your mouth.

“You want me to sit on your face, pretty boy?” It was like you could read his mind… maybe you could.

You tuck his wild hair behind his ears before he excitedly nods his head yes before laying back for you.

“Anything for you” Eddie was at your mercy, all he wanted was to please you, to worship you, to have you, all of you.

“Mmmmmmm, my sweet, sweet boy,” you swing each knee around Eddie’s head so they are planted beside each ear.

Eddie wraps his hands around your plush thighs pulling your full weight onto his face an dyou feel not feeling a once of guilt about suffocating him. What a way to go.

Eddie couldn’t believe how you could taste so good, so sweet. It was a miracle he hadn’t come already, an act of god…or demon.

“Fuck you’re good at this for a human” you hummed as your pelvis grinds into on Eddie’s lips. His tongue was working wonders as it entered in and out of your tight hole. You were riding his face, and he was loving every minute of it.

Closer and closer and closer, you were feeling the waves of pleasure consume you, your orgasm gushing into Eddie’s tongue as he lapped at you like a wild animal who hadn’t seen water in weeks.

After a moment of taking in your bliss you sit up off Eddie’s face giving him a change to breathe.

You hear a gasp of air as your thighs unravelled from Eddie’s face. You look down to make sure you didn’t accidentally kill him but when you looked down his eyes told you he wasn’t experiencing anything but pure bliss.

He deserved a reward for pleasuring you so well so you crawl down his body to return the favour.

“Oh god!” Eddie cries as your serpent tongue forked around the head of his leaking cock.

“We don’t speak of him,” you pop back up fully serious.

“Nonononono I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie pleaded reaching out for you before you could disappear, you forgave him. He didn’t know, he was a silly little human and you were still starving.

“I forgive you” and you do by showing him how your warm wet mouth could take all of hick cock. For a human he has the prefect sized cock for you. Not so small, not too tick, and you know it would fill and stretch you so good, you couldn’t wait.

Incoherent murmurs were leaving Eddie’s mouth as you bobbed, licked and lapped at his hard length.

“Fuck! Oh, baby! I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way…. Oh, shit, look what you’ve done to me…” Eddie didn’t even know he was speaking as he was so drunk over you. You could tell he was a blubbering disaster so close to coming. No matter how much magic you had over him, the power of an orgasm was always stronger.

“How do you want me, Eddie? Tell me”

“Don’t care” He shook his head no.

“You want me to ride you? You want to show me how man you are by having me under you? You want to fuck me so hard and fast my face will be imprinted into the mattress? You wanna stick it in my ass?” You trail your fingers down to your clit, getting wet again, just thinking about all the fun ways you could have with Eddie.

“All of the above!” Eddie grabs you to get closer to him, so he can kiss you. Everything within Eddie is telling him to ravage you.

“Don’t worry my pet, this won’t be the last time you see me, you taste too good to let go just yet” you twirl a tangled chocolate wave around your talon.

“Thank go-odnees” eddie stuttered and you smirk at your silly human before pushed him down, needing him now. Your hunger ravished you; it was taking over your control.

Eddie shuffles quickly before guiding your wide hips down over his weeping cock. He watches as your hot red pussy envelopes him like you were made for it. And you were. Your body can shape itself to be made for whoever you are with.

“Made f’me” Eddie moaned as your hot wet demon cunt slips over him, wrapping him in the most pleasure he has ever felt.

“You like my tight demon pussy baby?”

“Fuckin squeezing me so good!”

“You gunna let me milk your cock big boy?” your pussy flutters around his bare cock.

“Yes, fuck yes, please, I need to cum in you.”

“Stuff me full, baby!” You picked up the pace as you started bouncing up and down on his cock.

Eddie was hypnotized by the way your breasts bounced up and down as your magic was starting to wear off, the need for Eddie to cum was all consuming.

“Need your cum!” You cried as you throw yourself forwards to sink your fangs into Eddie’s neck as you broke the spell, his hot deep spurted up deep inside you.

As soon as his cum hit your cervix, your own orgasm unleashed, forcing you to cry out as your pussy fed. Your body suctioned up every last drop from Eddie, draining his cock dry.

“Holy shit” Eddie lay there, breathless even if you’ve done all the work.

“Good boy,” you sit up to go. You got what you came for.

“Don’t leave, I love you.”

“Oh my silly, silly boy” was the last thing you said before disappearing into thin air.

Eddie couldn’t believe what just happened. He lay in bed, drained in all aspects, for hours. He was dazed and confused and not in the way he usually was.

The only thing that broke him out of the haze was the knock at the door of Wayne asking him to help him out front of the yard.

Eddie's eyes flickered open, feeling disoriented and a little confused. He tried to brush off the strange interaction with you as if it were just a very vivid dream. He slowly exited the bed, stretched his arms and legs, and went to the bathroom. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor sent a shiver up his spine, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that was lingering in his mind.

Eddie turned on the shower, letting the water cascade down on him, washing away the last remnants of sleep. He lathered up with soap and shampoo, taking his time to enjoy the warmth of the water. After he was done, he reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste, scrubbing his teeth clean until they gleamed.

As the steam cleared from the mirror, Eddie glanced up and froze. There, on his neck, were two small puncture holes that he couldn't explain. It was the only evidence that last night had actually happened.

He belonged to you, his Dark Angel.

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skullsuited · 8 months

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hawaiian party.

inspired by this song.

gif credit.

an fbh!era/college!au imagine full of angst, humor, smoking weed, hiding in a bathroom at a party & grief.

content warning: marijuana usage, mentions of disordered eating, feelings of loneliness & dealing with a parent’s death.

This was the first time you'd been out since your mother's death. Unwillingly so, and yet, here you were, hiding in your best friend's bathroom at a college party. How depressing of you.

Nadia, your best friend and Alpha Theta's starry-eyed sorority member, had practically pleaded on the phone with you to come out and 'let loose', because 'your mom wouldn't want you to rot in your dorm room, eating M&M's and watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy'.

You hated that she had a point. You hated that this was what your life had come to.

Nadia had also mentioned that a few of your other friends would be attending the party and they had, apparently, mentioned how much they 'missed you' and 'wanted to see you'.

How could you say no to them? If you turned them down, you would be stuck in the same bottomless pit of loneliness, grief and M&M's.

For Nadia, for your friends and for your mother's memory, you had decided to attend the party at her sorority. Many of the people there, you didn't know or really bothered to speak to. As you arrived, you noticed a few of your friends lingering around. Niall was talking to Michael and Luke, Liam and Calum were playing spin the bottle with a few strangers, Nadia was nowhere to be seen and Harry was up against a wall, a joint in between his fingers.

He had been the first one to make eye contact with you, to notice your presence. A smile pulled at his lips and before you knew it, he was chasing you upstairs to the bathroom, racing after you as you tried to ditch the scene.

Which is where you are now: in the bathroom, sitting against the tub with Harry sat next to you.

"You've been away." He breaks through the silence between you, taking a drag from the joint he'd been puffing at.

"Yeah." You reply quietly, eyes cast downward, tracing over the tile.

"How, um... how have you been..." He trails off, trying to find the right words.

"Coping?"

Harry looks at you now, emerald eyes overcome with worry and concern for your wellbeing.

"Not very well. I haven't really... haven't really eaten properly. I mean, you know my relationship with food is..."

"A rollercoaster. Been that way for a very long time. I know."

You sigh, unsure of what to say. Of course, Harry knew. Other than Nadia, he was your closest friend. You'd met in high school and were inseparable ever since. Your fingers twitch towards the joint he's holding, and he hands it to you, watching you take a drag from it.

"Your mum was a good person, Y/N. I know she fucked up a lot of things, but one thing she was truthful about was how much she loved you."

"Y'know, what the really fucked up part of that is?"

"What?"

"I don't believe she truly loved me. I mean, after everything she put me through, how can you call that love?"

"Everyone has their own version of love, Y/N. Whether we understand it or not, is completely up to us."

A half-hearted smile tugs at the right corner of your lips. Harry's very emotionally intelligent and opening up to him, even if it's surface level, is helpful.

As you hand him the joint, a question brews in your mind, "What do you think? About love, I mean."

Harry chuckles, taking the joint from you. "I'd like to think that love is a word for a feeling no one can truly describe. I don't believe it's conditional or should be tied down to a person, place or thing. Love, like any other feeling, should be felt freely. Love is part of the human experience."

"Okay, Professor." You grin, "Maybe you should be studying psychology, become a therapist."

"Mm," He hums, "What have you been up to? Besides hibernating."

"I'm watching Grey's Anatomy again."

"Again? Christ, this is the third time!"

"I'm almost done with Season 11, believe it or not."

"Jesus. Do you not get bored of looking at Jesse Williams?"

"Never."

"Is that all you've been doing?"

"What, is wasting away in my bed, anticipating the next time Dr. Jackson Avery is on my screen, not a healthy way to cope with the fact that my mother's dead?"

"You're passively grieving, Y/N. Hell, I don't even think you've allowed yourself to fully process."

"These things take time, H. I can't just piece myself back together."

"S' not what I'm getting at, love. I think you're pushing your grief to the side."

"Harry..."

"If you need a reminder that you can come to someone, that you're allowed to shoulder the burden with someone else, I'm happy to give you one. You can't go through this alone, no matter how hard you try."

"You know just what to say, don't you?"

"Maybe I should become a therapist. M' quite good at it."

"Well, in that case, should I open up now or let you get your PhD first?"

"Don't bother. Dr. Styles is in."

"In all seriousness? Thank you, H... for letting me just... be."

"Don't have to thank me, love. M' always here. Now, why don't we get out of here, smoke a bowl in my car and get you a cheeseburger?"

"Sounds good to me, Styles."

Harry stands, the joint he'd been holding in between his fingers had burnt out. He tosses it in the trash bin near the toilet, before holding his hand out for you to take. You smile up at him, taking ahold of it.

Exiting the bathroom, you both weave through the party and head out into the night.

If there's anything your mom would have wanted for you, it was to have someone like Harry. Harry was supportive, thoughtful. He knew you better than you knew yourself and, at times, you were grateful for that.

With death, comes life. With life, comes love.

Perhaps, Harry would open your eyes to that.

You had hope that he would. That he will.

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Therapy III

I don’t think anyone is particularly enjoying this series, but if you want more plot than the smut you’re about to read you can find the rest here. Part I Part II

Warnings: 18+, minors dni,

I’m so sorry. it’s literally 5.5K+ words of literal sex. If you think there should be a warning written here in this section, pretend it is. It probably needs to be here. I don’t know what came over me. Don’t read in your family living room

Harry’s heart was so wrapped up in pleasing her he nearly forgot why he was so obsessed with the idea of pleasing her. He was utterly in love with her. He cupped her cheek, and she turned her head to kiss his palm. Maybe she knew he loved her. Maybe he knew she loved him. “Kitten,” he said softly.

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be the death of me,” he said.

She grinned. “I know.”

He chuckled. “M’gonna make you cum, now. Okay?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said nervously as he detached himself from her lips as she laid back on her bed. “You have too many clothes.”

“You do too.”

“You first!” He chuckled at her, smirking. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants as he shucked it to the floor.

“S’that better?”

She eyed his body for a moment. His tattoos looked like they were illuminated in the moonlight from her window. He looked as if he was carved by the Greek gods themselves. He was utterly beautiful. She scanned him up and down once more not even caring how rude it was. Then she looked up at his eyes that sparkled with mischief. “No,” she said. “I’ll be keeping my dress on, thank you,” she shook her head nervously.

His heart hammered in his chest, and he chuckled at her shyness. “Kitten, ‘ve got a confession,” he said sheepishly. “When Niall and Louis were over...y’fell asleep reading, door was open. I... I saw everything,” he told her. “And... if y’don’t take your dress off, m’going to rip it off you,” he promised quietly. “And it would be a real shame if I ruined this beautiful dress,” he told her knowingly.

Her face turned pink under his gaze, through his words. She knew exactly what he was talking about. That was beyond embarrassing. “Everything?” She asked quietly, nervously.

“Kitten,” he said huskily. “Remember y’stripped for me when you got tipsy with your friends?” he reminded her and she groaned (not very sexily, but still quite adorably) in response.

“No, I happily forgot about how embarrassing I was.”

He smirked but pressed a kiss to her forehead. “S’all I can do to not picture you naked,” he explained. His hands started to inch her dress up her legs and over her hips. He noted her underwear was a simple bit of fabric, the same color as her dress. “Your... bum...and your...” he zeroed in on her chest where her dress was cupping the most beautiful pair of breasts he’d ever wished to see. “Please?” He whispered pulling at her dress by her hips waiting for her okay. She nodded as he carefully brought the dress over her head. He was in awe as he admired the curve of her cleavage; he dipped his finger between her breasts against the center of the V where her dress dipped, and he imagined his tongue getting stuck between them. He bit his lip. “M’done for,” he said.

He unhooked his belt and rucked his pants off to his ankles. As he stood for a moment before her, silently, she bit her lip inspecting the part of him that he had been hiding since he moved in. The only part of him she hadn’t seen, the only part that starred in all her dreams. It was so much better than anything she could have ever dreamed of.

“That’s not going to fit in me,” she said quietly shaking her head. He groaned and she swore he grew another inch hearing her words. She would truly kill him. Her eyes flicked back to his and then he was kissing her. His fingers were in her hair, his body encompassing hers. She could feel how hard he was. How hot his skin was against hers. He was burning her, and it felt so good. “Look, I have to tell you something,” she said breathlessly, rushing the sentence out as she begrudgingly pulled her lips away from him. “I have a really hard time...” she gulped and looked away from him. Harry’s eyes were so green, so intense. She was melting. This was ridiculous. How could she say this to him? He was a literal sex god. This was embarrassing.

He smirked knowing he was privy to a conversation he shouldn’t have heard, but he was grateful he did. He kissed her nose. “Finishing?” He asked.

“Yes,” she nodded. Her voice was so small. She felt bad and that made Harry feel bad. This was supposed to be a good moment. “S’always been that way...I don’t ever...finish...when I have a partner...but Harry it’s...got nothing to do with you. I...” she sighed and looked utterly disappointed, defeated. “You’re all I think about...all the time. I think there’s just something wrong with me. S’never been easy for me. But...it doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good! And I like it,” she nodded in affirmation. “And m’pretty sure m’gonna,” she swallowed and looked at Harry’s naked body standing in front of her on full display. Her legs ready to wrap around his hips and never let go. “I’m really going to like it with you,” she nodded as she said it out loud. Reaffirming whatever was going through her head. He smirked sweetly, straddled her body letting every part of him touch her. He hissed when his dick touched her tummy. He leaned on his elbows so he could cup her face between his hands. He pressed a kiss to her lips and then leaned back again. He rested on her stomach, and she felt her fingers twitch to touch it. She wanted to so bad. Wanted to touch every part of him. She wanted it everywhere. In her mouth, in her hands, in her...

But then he reached for the top drawer of her nightstand causing her to all but actually die of embarrassment. She clapped a hand over her eyes as Harry pulled out the little toy he presumed would be there. “Is it that obvious?” She asked.

“No, but s’pretty standard,” he chuckled.

“You’re not...mad?” She asked.

“Oh kitten, who’ve y’been sleeping with?” He said disapprovingly. He turned on the little gadget and she gulped as it began to vibrate. “Could never be mad at you,” he murmured, and his eyes took in every inch of her body laid before him.

“But...I probably won’t...with just you,” she whispered quietly. A reminder. She felt terrible.

He shrugged casually. She wondered if he even knew. He didn’t seem to care. “So what? S’kind of you to even let me be here,” he said knowingly. “Don’t worry kitten,” he said and leaned down to press a trail of kisses along her face, her neck, her chest, her belly, her thigh. He turned the toy off for the time being and then lightly tugged at the underwear on her hips. He looked at her for approval and she nodded. “The goal will always be t’get you t’cum with jus’ m’cock,” he said knowingly she gasped lightly at his words as he kissed down her leg beginning the trail for her underwear to follow. “But if m’privy to the most beautiful girl in the world cummin’ all over me with the help of a toy...well kitten, I’d be a fool not t’use it,” he told her. The way his eyes drank her in crushed every sensible part of her brain into mush. She was not good at orgasming at all but she’s pretty sure if he said to do it right then and there, she’d be putty to him and have no choice but to do so. He glanced at her fully naked body and sighed. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured so sweetly, and it ached every inch of her body and sent a shock directly through her aching core.

“Harry, you’ll be the death of me.”

He grinned wickedly; he knew the feeling. He pressed another kiss to her mouth. “Kitten, I don’t care what happens, what I have t’do, I’ll do whatever all night if I’ve got to...Just don’t lie t’me y’finished when y’didn’t,” he said seriously. “Okay?” He asked.

She nodded. “I won’t,” she promised. And she meant it. Maybe with another guy she would have lied to save his ego. She really didn’t blame the guys she slept with. It was difficult for her. Took her a long time when she was on her own, even. But wouldn’t lie to Harry.

“Kitten,” he said softly.

“Yes?”

“M’going to lick you now. If it s’okay with you,” he amended. She never knew that consent could be a turn on, but she was pretty sure if she was going to cum with just words, Harry would be the one to do it. She nodded dumbly. She didn’t trust her voice. He smiled, pressing another kiss to her lips and then he disappeared between her thighs.

“Oh...” she moaned at the feel of his lips against her. She shifted so she could press her core closer to his mouth and Harry pulled her thighs over his shoulders as he knelt to the floor next to her bed. It felt so good to have Harry’s tongue stroking against her lips.

He turned his head to the side to press a kiss to her thigh after a blissful moment. “Kitten, you’re s’sweet,” he moaned and then busied his mouth again with her wet pussy. She moaned and Harry didn’t know a song as sweet as her moans.

She sighed heavily and she looped her fingers loosely in his hair. He worked on her for a few heavenly minutes that made her head spin. He showed no sign of stopping and she wished more than ever it wasn’t so hard for her to cum. But as another minute passed, she cleared her throat hoping not to ruin what he started. “Um...” she started nervously.

He pulled back immediately “Yes, kitten,” he said quickly. His breath tickled her most sensitive skin. He kissed her core and continued dipping his tongue between her folds to get little licks of her, but he wanted everything to feel right for her. “What do y’need?” He practically begged. He would do anything. Literally anything, to make her feel good.

“Can you...” She began but the embarrassment choked her off. She shook her head and covered her face with one hand. He was doing a fantastic job, but she needed something else.

He shook his head, not that she could see. He grabbed her free hand at her hip and squeezed. “Words, kitten,” he almost demanded it and it was ruining her. Her thighs squeezed around his shoulders, and he shuddered. He wanted to taste her again, but he wanted to do it right.

“Your... tongue is too... flat?” She said it as a question. She was unsure of herself. This was too much for her. Harry rubbed his palm along the outside of her thigh hoping to ease her worry. It was perfectly reasonable for her to ask for anything she wanted in this moment. “And...I want it lower,” she said softly.

“Whatever you want,” he said quickly, taking her suggestions to mind and ducked his head back between her legs. He pointed his tongue more and dipped it lower between her folds.

“Ah...” she whimpered almost instantly. It sounded like music again. She was everything. “More,” she begged.

And who was he to deny her?

He reached around, gripped her bum and pulled her as much as he could toward the edge of the bed all but sucking her into his mouth lifting her lower half off the bed. He massaged his tongue inside her walls feeling around at how warm and soft she was. He imagined his cock inside her in a few more minutes and he moaned at the thought. She gasped. He stroked his tongue in her for another few moments and he savored the taste of her on his tongue. Harry thought he was starving, and he would spend forever between her legs if he could.

“Oh fuck,” she whined. He slid his tongue back up to her clit and he sucked it between his lips and let the tip of his tongue trace it carefully. “Oh...oh,” she sighed. But he didn’t want to not do what she asked so he brought his tongue back lower making her head spin and her eyes close as she moaned.

“Kitten,” he said softly pulling his mouth away from her and he rested her hips back to the bed after another few minutes of licking her delicious pussy. He really would stay there all day, but he did have a goal. He kissed the inside of her thighs and sighed happily at his work.

“Hmm...” she hummed dreamily as he stood.

“Did y’cum?” He asked. He laid down beside her, skimming his hand over her body. She shivered under his touch. He kissed the side of her head and watched her eyes stay closed as she dreamily laid in bliss. He already knew the answer to his question. She shook her head.

“But it felt—” He knew it felt good, he could still taste and feel how wet she got, and that was fine, but it wasn’t his goal.

“M’gonna use my fingers now. Okay?” He asked. She nodded dumbly, again. “Kitten,” he murmured. “Words, please,” he said gently. “Or I won’t do it,” he explained.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, please yes,” she said sighing softly.

He chuckled and dragged his fingers down the length of her body. He circled over her nipple causing her to moan and he kept that in mind as something to try next but continued trailing down. He was just down there but his fingers ached as much as his tongue to touch her warm center.

He gently circled his index finger over her clit. A gentle small circle to test the water. She moaned. “More, less?” He wondered as she shook her head.

“No, that,” she said. He nodded. Harry took several courses with heavy emphasis on sex while getting his degree. But learning about her? It had to be the best course on sex he ever took, and he would absorb every piece of knowledge on the subject.

He dipped his fingers lower and sighed feeling how wet she was from his tongue. He brought his middle finger to her center and slowly pushed in. “Oh wow,” she sighed. “M’gonna be ruined by the time your dick is in me,” she murmured dreamily as he chuckled.

“You are too good for m’ego, kitten,” he whispered in her ear. He slowly drew his finger out liking how her walls all but sucked his middle finger back in. He shifted it back in and began this slow agonizing pace that tortured her. She moaned as his finger worked in and out slowly.

“Harry,” she whispered shyly.

“Kitten, stop sounding shy,” he kissed her ear. “M’here to please you. What do you want?” He asked keeping the pace of his finger the same.

“Faster,” she said breathlessly. It was still shy. But Harry would take it.

“Faster,” he repeated. His heart tumbling over itself. She would kill him. Surely. He could feel his head was fogging and the only thoughts were her and her pleasure, but he was still in awe.

“Please,” she said almost brokenly. He never wanted her to have to beg him for this. His finger pumped a little faster at first. He was careful not to press to hard in any direction and accidentally scrape her or hurt her in any way. It would certainly be a mood killer. His thumb found her clit again and he rested it there pressing in time with the way his finger pumped into her. Her moans were almost too much for him. He slid his lips against hers and as much as he loved kissing her sweet, wet pussy...her mouth was still his favorite pair of her lips.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned against him as his finger continued the wonderful exploration his tongue had started. He would love to record her saying oh fuck. He would listen to it on repeat every day in his car, at his workouts, cleaning his room, surround sound while they did this. He could feel her walls squeezing his finger every so often and it nearly melted him.

“Kitten,” he whispered gently. “Are y’close?” He asked. She didn’t make a peep for a moment. Not a moan, not a sound. “Kitten,” he repeated quietly.

She shook her head nervously. It was so stupid she didn’t feel a knot unraveling in her body. She wanted to be one of those girls that could cum on command or something. At least when Harry was involved. He was going to hate her and how slow she was by the end of this. “Harry, it feels...so good,” she promised.

He chuckled. “S’okay kitten. Been waiting for the main event anyway,” he promised and pulled his finger from her slowly causing her to hiss at the emptiness and he cupped her cheek.

“Wait,” she said suddenly. He pulled back a little to look at her nervously. Harry would never do anything to make her uncomfortable and her sudden change of course didn’t scare him other than he was worried about her pleasure. “Sorry, that sounded bad,” she giggled shyly and then she pecked his cheek as he looked at her sweet face looking so wonderfully beautiful and lovely painted by the moonlight. “I want to taste you,” she said so simply.

Harry moaned at the idea of her lips wrapped around his cock. He was so focused on her, he almost forgot he was painfully hard. “Y’were worried if I’d fit, kitten,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Sure, your mouth can take me?” He wondered. He’d rather die than hurt her.

She reached her hand between them and felt his hard length against her thigh. “Please, please, please, please, please, let me,” she begged. Harry’s head spun and he was too overtaken by her begging for his cock in her mouth. He would have to tell her she never ever had to beg to do that. As far as he was concerned, if he ever said no to that, he would request to be shot in the head. She made him completely speechless, so he just nodded. She all but sighed with relief. “Can you kneel?” She asked him. He would have broken his own arm for her if she asked right now. He knelt on the bed immediately. She rolled onto her stomach, giving him the best view of her bum. He was unconvinced he’d make it through the night with her here. She leaned on her elbows, eye-level with the thing she wanted most on her tongue. She licked her lips in anticipation, he wasn’t even sure if she knew she did it. Her fingers danced along his thighs before she glanced up at him through her pretty lashes and he moaned as she slipped the tip of him into her mouth.

“Ah...” he gasped. She brought her one of her hands to the base of his cock and one wrapped around the back of his thigh. She sucked in more, hollowed her cheeks around him as she slid down the length of him with her tongue. “Oh shit, kitten,” he hissed. The feeling of her wet mouth got him thinking about other wet things on her body. She pressed down further, nuzzling her nose against his pubic bone. He groaned at her. He was right all those times he admired her lips, the smile, the way a straw sat between them, how he desperately wanted to be near her mouth. She slid him carefully between her lips for a few moments. It took every bit of self-control for Harry to not make a mess of her right then.

He seemed to quiet though. She pulled back slowly licking him gently as she did. “Is... this okay?” She asked quietly.

“Jesus, fuck, kitten,” he moaned. “You’re gonna kill me,” he said. He doesn’t know how someone so utterly beautiful could be shy with a cock in her mouth, but she managed just as well. She blushed red and then took him back in and ran her tongue over every part of him that could reach while she sucked him for all he was worth. Her feet crossed at the ankles, like she was reading a magazine or a book or something...completely content and adorable. He moaned again. She couldn’t have been there longer than two minutes. But if she stayed any longer, Harry wouldn’t make it.

And he was not done with her.

“Kitten,” he moaned as she continued her bobbing motion, sinking her mouth low on him and then pulling back, dragging her wet lips and tongue over him. His fingers found a way into her hair, and she sighed as his fingers touched her scalp. He shivered at the feel of her sigh on his cock. “Kitten,” he warned. She ignored him, not because she didn’t hear him, but because she was so obsessed with his cock in her mouth, she only heard him moaning out her pet name and didn’t think it was a warning to stop. “Kitten, stop,” he croaked, and tugged her head gently away from him. She popped off him with an audible popping sound that sent him spiraling. He grunted as he tried to lessen the idea of coming in her mouth when he wasn’t ready to do so yet. He was breathing hard, eyes closed, and she frowned looking at his wet dick and her mouth missed it already.

“That wasn’t fair, I wasn’t done,” she pouted reaching out for it. His eyes flashed open, just in time, and he grabbed her hand before she could touch him. Harry’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he cupped her sad face. “Was I... that bad?” She asked shyly. She didn’t do that a whole lot, but she’d never had complaints in the past. Her heart felt sad that it wasn’t good for him when he had already spent more than enough time licking and touching her.

His heart nearly shattered. He shook his head trying to rid the feeling of her warm mouth before he came at the near thought of her not doing it ever again because he pulled her off him. “No, kitten,” he said, his voice raspy as he tried to breathe regularly and not think about her tongue on him. “Would keep m’cock in your pretty mouth all day if I could, but m’not done with you yet. And you have t’cum before I do,” he said.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Um...” she looked away from his eyes. “Harry, I really...I might not—”

“Kitten,” he said gently. “You are going t’cum. And because m’a gentleman, you are going t’cum before me,” he said definitively. She was speechless so she nodded. “Kitten,” he cooed gently. She looked back at his eyes, wide and unsure of herself and Harry gazed back at her. “M’gonna go put a condom on jus’ so I don’t...” he trailed off with a smirk and then sighed while he kissed her forehead. “I won’t last long if s’jus’ you.” She nodded. “Are you alright?” He asked her. She nodded again. “Kitten, please use your words,” he said again.

“I want to cum so bad,” she whispered. She looked miserable, fear taking over that she wouldn’t and that made him so sad for her. She also seemed uncomfortable. He saw the way she was squeezing her thighs together to relieve any sort of pressure that had built up there. “Because of you,” he could barely hear her and maybe it’s for the best that he couldn’t hear her that well because if she was any louder, he might have accidentally cum all over her. And just thinking about that was too much for him.

He smiled, kissed her forehead. “You will, baby,” he promised and slid off her bed to hurry to get the condom in his room. She could hear him tearing his room apart looking for the box of condoms. “Shit,” he hissed as more things clattered to the floor. “A-ha!” He said triumphantly. She giggled at the sound of him as she shifted to lay properly on the bed. He hurried back to her room, pausing abruptly in the doorway.

“What?” She asked nervously.

“You’re beautiful,” he said simply. Her heart was in her throat, so she just blushed and looked away from his gaze. “Is this a better position t’get you t’cum?” He asked as he approached her. She felt lame, laying on her back; she wanted to be fun and exotic. She wanted to be on her hands and knees for him, on top of him, but under him was probably her best bet.

“Yes,” she said softly. “M’sorry.”

He rolled his eyes as he grabbed one of her pillows she wasn’t laying on. “What are y’apologizing for?” He asked and lifted her hips up with his free hand and shoved the pillow under her back. “This is the goal, kitten.”

“S’just lame,” she mumbled shyly. She had read that pillow under her lower back could help, but she’d never tried it. It left her shocked that Harry just did it. But at this point nothing about Harry should have surprised her.

“It is very much not lame, kitten,” he promised and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I get t’look at your pretty face while y’cum,” he said knowingly. “This is the best position there is,” he told her. She didn’t fully believe him but while he was so sure she was going to cum, she didn’t want to say anything to him to ruin his day. He’d already gone above and beyond compared to her other sexual partners who barely gave her a minute of licking or touching before they were fucking her and waiting to get their fill.

“Kitten,” he said gently. She looked up at him and he smiled so sweetly, that stupid dimple that she knew when she first laid eyes on it was going to cause her downfall, those sparkling green eyes that were even brighter in the moonlight, he was too much. He was lining himself up, rubbing his condom covered tip along her wet folds, circling her clit making her head spin at the feel of his cock. She was almost mad at the time but she was so grateful he pulled her off him because it would have been a sin to not have this moment. She wanted his cock buried inside her for forever. “D’you trust me?” He asked gently pausing his cock’s path around her aching pussy. The tip brushing over the entrance making her dumbly speechless yet again. She was just obsessed with his cock in her body and it was all she could think about. She couldn’t form a full sentence if she tried. She nodded at him, waiting. He smirked. “Words, kitten,” he said for what had to be the millionth time.

“With my whole heart,” she whispered, barely.

“Good,” he said, and he was inside her.

“Ah,” she cried out as he stretched her so good.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he’s not even sure if the condom was helping him at this point.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, and Harry wanted to cover her mouth because if she made another sound he was done for and he was not going to lose it before he made her fall apart.

Her pussy was warm on his tongue and his fingers, but it was nothing in comparison to how his cock felt buried in her soft warm walls. He groaned as he moved his hips back out before pushing himself back in. He took deep breaths to steady and calm himself, so he didn’t ruin this for her. She wrapped her ankles around his back and he ground his teeth together to keep his composure as best he could. “Wait,” she begged.

That would do it. He paused nervously worried he had hurt her somehow. His eyes kept looking at hers even though they were closed and he tried to search her expression, desperately wishing he could read her mind. She took deep breaths seeming to center herself or something, he didn’t know. “Y’okay, kitten?” He asked. She nodded.

“M’just...” she sighed. “I don’t want to forget a second of this,” she said.

Harry’s heart was so wrapped up in pleasing her he nearly forgot why he was so obsessed with the idea of her getting to finish. He was utterly in love with her. He cupped her cheek, and she turned her head to kiss his palm. Maybe she knew he loved her. Maybe he knew she loved him. “Kitten,” he said softly.

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be the death of me,” he said.

She grinned. “I know.”

He chuckled. “M’gonna make you cum, now. Okay?”

She nodded. “Please,” she whispered. He would do anything for her. He started his pace again pumping in and out of her, feeling every inch of her it was so warm, so intimate. Harry could have cried. She pulled his face to her mouth sucking his tongue into her mouth licking it over just like she did with his cock. “Mmm,” she hummed. “You taste so good.”

He chuckled. “S’you baby,” he whispered. “Does that feel good?” He asked. She nodded silently, sighing with relief at having Harry between her legs. She enjoyed the feel of Harry’s body pressing into hers. He could feel her tight walls pulling him in, squeezing him gently. “Y’feel close?” He asked. She didn’t want to ruin this, so she kept silent. “Kitten,” he said softly. “I’ll stop right now,” he told her.

“N-no,” answered so quietly, he hardly heard her.

“What can I do?” He asked.

“Um...” she swallowed as she looked up at him hovering above her.

“Kitten,” he said gently.

“Can you go slower? Slow...slow as possible?”

He nodded. “For y’kitten. Y’can have anything y’want,” he whispered. He pulled himself in and out slowly. So slow it nearly felt like he wasn’t moving. Her mouth dropped open wide, and Harry thought he would die right now, looking at her perfect blissful face buried deep in her body. “S’that good, kitten?” He asked. She nodded and sighed, rolling her head to the side. She was utterly beautiful. Her hair draped over the pillow like ivy on a house. Her skin all but glowed in the moonlight. He bent to kiss her temple. He rolled his hips as slow as possible, and he would have to remember to thank her at some point because this had to be the best idea he had ever been given. He thought he could do this for the rest of his life, and he would be happy. He didn’t change anything, just continued to slowly pull himself in and out at this pace. Filling her deep to the core, and then emptying her with a small gasp on her lips. Each time his hips met hers, she angled to meet him as well. She swore the condom wasn’t even there, she could feel every ridge and vein on his dick as it filled her to the brim.

“Harry,” she moaned.

“Kitten,” he cooed bringing his hand to cup her face while he looked her over.

“Can...” she swallowed nervously. She didn’t want to ask her next question. She looked away from him.

“Kitten,” he grabbed her jaw gently between his thumb and finger and made her meet his eyes. “I can do anything. Just tell me,” he promised.

“I need...” she tilted her chin toward her nightstand. Harry understood.

“Need a bit more, kitten?” He said darkly. She nodded. “Your wish,” he said and grabbed the toy off her nightstand, turned it on and pressed it to her clit. He didn’t tease her, didn’t make a show of it, he just put it right where she needed it.

“Oh...oh yes,” she sighed her back arched a bit, lifting off the pillow.

“Good girl,” he hummed in appreciation at her body writhing under him. That made her whole body twitch to hear that phrase.

“Harry,” she moaned again.

“What kitten?”

“When I cum...y’have to...” she whined out as he let the vibrator assaulted the little bundle of nerves perfectly. Harry was not too far gone to notice she said when. It was music to his ears alongside her moans and breathy voice. With Harry’s agonizingly slow pace she was putty. Finally, she understood all the hype. Maybe Harry was right, and she just never had the right attention. She should have known. Harry was perfect in every way. He would do anything, anything, anything to make her happy.

“Have to what, kitten?” He begged slowly sliding in and out of her at a dreamy pace. He should have tried this years ago, but it probably wouldn’t have made as any sense with anyone but her.

“Harder...faster, please,” she whimpered as he continued doing everything so perfectly. The coil in her stomach ached her in the best way. Her toes curled against the sheets, and she whined so beautifully Harry wasn’t going to last much longer either. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” she rushed out.

She was all his dreams and more. “Y’gonna cum, kitten?” He whispered.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed back against him as he started to fuck into her faster and harder. “Oh my God,” she whined, and her entire body shivered beneath him as he felt her warm walls suction around him and tried to suck him further into her core. “Ahh,” she whimpered. Harry groaned kissing into her neck.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. She continued to writhe under him while the coil unraveled deliciously around Harry. She moaned and her body untensed from the euphoria she felt. Harry was still rocking his hips into her at the fast pace she asked for and the feel of her letting go around him, the way her walls clenched him. It was finally too much. “Fuck, kitten, m’gonna cum,” he said.

“Thank God,” she breathed. He chuckled kissing her neck again and she moaned as his hips started to stutter from rhythmic to out of sync but still felt just as good. He choked out a groan as he released into the condom inside her. He stopped, pressing his face into her neck and kissed her sloppily several times. She sighed as he got off her, pulled and disposed of the condom, and then came back to her pulling her body to his. Tucking her head beneath his chin. Gently he stroked his fingers over her arm. Her breath was still coming in near gasps. His heart hammered against his chest as his breath slowed. He kissed the top of her head, and she rubbed her nose against his chest. “You are...” she sighed. “Should be illegal for you to be a sex therapist.”

He chuckled and squeezed her. “Those aren’t the services I offer my clients, kitten.”

“I know...” she said softly. “But they know.”

“You’re t’much for m’ego, kitten,” he grinned. “Y’didn’t lie t’me did you?” He wondered.

She smiled against his skin. “Harry, you’ve got much better faith in my acting skills than I do,” she said knowingly. He smirked enjoying the feel of her body against his. “M’never going to lie to you,” she whispered. “I promise.”

“Kitten,” he sighed breathlessly. He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to her temple again. “You’ll be the death of me.”

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chaoticloving · 9 months

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harry styles x reader

warnings: mentions of sex

summary: y/n tries to take a pregnancy test without harry finding out, but of course, he does.

a/n: not trying to speak it into existence but lowkey one of my fave tropes is pregnancy scares 😭 i’ve been dying to write this

Harry was leaving in nine days.

Nine days until her boyfriend leaves for his first world tour. And at this moment, while Harry was out in last minute rehearsal, Y/n was sitting on her bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering why the hell she hasn't had her period yet.

Pregnancy was the first thing that crossed her mind. How could it not be?

A part of her doesn't want to ever take a pregnancy test. She doesn't want it to be real. She can't be pregnant at 18, and she knew Harry shouldn't be a dad at 18 too. So would she even tell Harry is she was pregnant?

She was heavily considering it, accept the fact she's pregnant and not telling the father, who will forever be her love.

Y/n and Harry met in secondary school and the relationship bloomed from there. And when the couple found out that the One direction tour was set in stone, they were scared to be apart from one another, so it was about a month after the announcement that they decided to loose their virginities to each other. Of course before this they had already done some things, they just realized that they wanted to do it, soon, before they were apart for several months.

From there they fucked like rabbits. The love shared between them, along with the knew found pleasure, fueled their excessivness. And, now that Y/n was thinking about it, it is more than likley that Harry forgot a condom some time.

"Fuck." Y/n groaned, turning around on her bed. She looked on her bedside table and saw that she had less than an hour until Harry should be back at the hotel they were sharing in central London.

She got up, grabbed her bag, and sprinted out of the hotel room. When she entered the elevator and the doors closed, the weight of what she was doing finally landed on her.

Would she tell Harry? She couldn't. Harry shouldn't be tied down like this at 18. And his carrer, taking off! He wouldn't even have time to care for a child, not the way a parent should.

A small part of her remembered the pre-x-factor days, where Harry told her he would like to be a dad. He said he wasn't ready yet, then at 16, but he wanted to help create a happy home.

But he's not ready yet, and quite frankly, neither is Y/n.

The doors open and she sprints out the hotel lobby, hood up and sun glasses so no one gets a sneaky picture of Harry Styles rumored girlfriend getting a pregnacy test.

She went to the nearest Tesco, grabbed a congradulations card along with the test just so the cashire wouldnt be as judgy.

In less then twenty mintues, she was sitting on the toilet seat, waiting for the five minutes to be up. She didn't notice the tears forming in her eyes, scared for the future. One without Harry.

"Hey babe!" Harrys voice echoed throughout the hotel room. Y/n jumped up and grabbed her test, putting it in her pocket, and grabbing her phone.

Y/n put on a smile, leaving the bathroom like she was doing the walk of shame. "Hey."

"You alright? You look teary-"

Y/n's alarm went off, making Y/n jump and rushed into her pocket to get her phone out to turn it off, but when she put the phone back in her pocket, the test fell out.

Harry and Y/n just stood there for a couple of seconds looking first at the blue test and then they met each others eyes. Y/n's had tears in them, now trickling down her face; Harry's, though, were confused. His eyebrows were scrunched and anyone could see this mind working to understand what that test is, and what it means.

Y/n raced down to get it, to know what the results were, but Harry's reflexes were quicker. He grabbed the test and saw the little screen.

"What." He paused, taking a deep breath. "What does a minus sign mean?"

Y/n started crying. Not happy tears, but not sad. Harry wrapped his arms around his love.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” Harry cooed. He tried his best to remain calm, but he saw his life flash before his eyes when he saw that stick—he couldn’t deny that he was feeling uneasy himself. “How long where you thinking that you, we, were—“

His voice trailed off, not sure if he wants to say it.

“I dunno, few days?” She guessed, sniffling a bit and clutching the test that was now in her hands. “I didn’t want to say anything…”

“You should, you always can.” Harry assured. “I mean, I can’t believe you thought you were pregnant and I just left to rehearsal like nothing was the matter!” His raised tone was at himself, angry he didn’t notice something was up.

“Don’t say that.” Y/n sighed.

They were holding each other for a bit which only ment Y/n could think of what happened in the past few minutes.

“H, can I admit something?”

Her voice was soft, more together, but still had a death grip on Harry’s arm.

“Always.”

“If the stick was positive, and I was pregnant.” She paused, not sure if she wanted to tell him. “I couldn’t…make you a father at 18.”

“Love you know I support any of your choices-“

“No, not like that.”Harry gulped, unsure of the next words out of his girlfriends mouth. “I don’t want to hold you back from who you can be. And I think this scare was a wake up call. You need to find out who you are-“

“But I do know.” Harry interrupted. “I love being with you. A baby wouldn’t change that even at 18. If I’m understanding what you’re saying, I’d look for you, and the baby.

“I am not Harry Styles without you.”

“H.” Her voice trailed off and she gave him a quick kiss before tightening their hold on one another. “Even with all it the fame?”

“When I have sold out tours, I’ll always be looking for you in the crowd.”

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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calling rafe dad or daddy for the first time (bonus points if it’s during sex) and at first hes looking around for your actual dad and then he’s like oh… i’m dad/daddy n he has an ego boost!!

im gonna use gifs to explain his reactions here so bare with ok mamas lazy .

calling him daddy in the middle of a petty argument he pretty much reacts like this bc he knows you’ve won. he can’t argue with u when you pull that shit on him cos now he’s just gotta fuck u and also you’ve completely thrown him off his point ?? that little glare at the end is him being like ok . fine. watch yourself tho.

but calling him dad for the first time??? he’s all like this. because u have noooo idea the can of worms you’re opening by introducing him to that shit. i mean he always craved it?? like at the back of his mind but he didn’t know how to word it. “dad” just wasn’t an option til it came out your mouth. so now he’s blowing out air trying to contain himself, shaking his head w that little smirk bc now you’re really in for it.

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #using gifs like this rlly gave me 2012 1d imagines vibes 🙈

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imagine-that-one-thing · 1 year

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Her Majesty || Chapter 27

My heart is entirely yours

Anastasia's POV

The morning breeze sails through the room, the sheer curtains covering the balcony windows blowing in the morning breeze, dancing against the flooring. I breathe in the fresh air and let out a carefree sigh, the beachy zephyr breath swirling in while an early morning sea breeze scent permeates my senses. Is there anything quite as blissful as awaking to the vibration of the waves benevolently drenching the sand?

Many people would say paradise is meeting on a beach where the horizon appears to be stitched with a silver line, where the water coincides with your feet and lures you in like a beckoning siren. People would state paradise is a beautiful view of a breathtaking landmark. To me, paradise is this; paradise is him. Paradise is knowing a beautiful oasis of God's creation awaits outside, but his best product lies beside me.

I move within the delicate, white sheets, turning on my side to face Harry, his hair settling around his face, his arm tucked under his pillow while the other one is resting over the white comforter.

The sun peeps through the sheer curtains, his golden skin radiating in the morning sunlight. I lean closer and caress my lips to his exposed skin, benevolently kissing his golden skin. Harry's breathing grows heavier, and he moves insignificantly beneath the sheets, my kisses tracing towards his shoulder, "Morning, baby," Harry drowsily mumbles into his pillow, shifting somewhat and opening one eye with a crooked grin.

"Morning," I lift my lips from his shoulder, offering him a tender smile.

"Sleep well?" Harry questions, closing his eyes.

I hum, now tracing the tattoo on his upper arm- I always sleep well with him by my side, the two of us not having to worry about things. For once, being awake at an early hour doesn't feel heavy on my chest. Instead, I am awake because I am content. "The King having tattoos is very scandalous," I whisper, drawing over his delicate skin, following each line perfectly, my eyes not parting from the ink in his beautiful skin.

Harry chuckles, "Me being King is just as scandalous," Harry responds, opening his eyes fully, a smile dangling in the corner of his lips. He pushes up on his arms and leans over to kiss me sweetly, "Shall we go get breakfast?" Harry offers, "Or do you want to stay in bed?" Harry questions, draping an arm over me and falling back down to the bed, waiting for my response.

"I really want to go to the buffet."

Harry hums against his wishes. I know he wants to stay in bed and relax a little longer. He looks so comfortable and peaceful between the sheets. "Guess we are getting dressed. We are doing this honeymoon thing wrong. We are meant to put the do not disturb sign on the door and stay in bed," Harry winks.

I roll my eyes at him and gently swat his chest, "We always do things wrong and backward. Our honeymoon was meant to be a year ago."

Harry nods as he sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, his back facing me as he caresses his right hand to rub his left shoulder, the scar on his shoulder making itself known. I gingerly crawl closer to him and stroke my hand to his right shoulder, leaning over to kiss his cheek, "You alright?" I softly challenge.

"Jus' a bit sore still," Harry responds, "The scar itself is bothersome."

I benevolently brush my hand tenderly over his left shoulder, my hand grazing over the pink scar that has been left. "Makes you look hotter," I clarify, "Bit more mysterious, you know?"

"Baby, our lives don't need more mystery," Harry laughs, standing to his feet and striding towards our suitcases. Harry glances towards me as I convene on the bed, watching him. Despite his surgery and inability to stay in shape, go for runs as much, and lift weights, his form and tone are just as strong as beforehand. Harry's physic hasn't changed. He still has the hard abs and the biceps. I am willing to bet he can nevertheless pull as much weight now as he did before he had to take some time off. "You going to keep gawking, or are you going to get dressed?" Harry questions, motioning between us.

"You look like you've gotten more toned."

"I still have to work out, and I can't be unfit while on your services," Harry counters, rummaging through the suitcase and settling on a pair of jeans and a nice short sleeve button-down.

♠ ♠ ♠

I walk out onto the balcony, the tender breeze patting my skin, my white dress blowing insignificantly with the breeze. The dress features broderie Anglaise eyelet detailing throughout, and open detailed stitching on the waistline, sleeves and dress hem. The dress features elbow-length sleeves and a knee-length hem, the only thing I could find that wasn't excessive and too royal-like. Harry glances at me, his arm draped over the railing while the other holds his phone to his ear. He smiles at me and gestures for me to step closer. Harry has been out here staring out at the cerulean sea. There was a time when the emptiness in my soul matched the spiritless sky and the enraged ocean, but as I glimpse out at it this morning, I don't recognise the rage. Instead, I view a broad artistic span of Tuscany-blue sky with a bottomless ocean that carries depth and harmony where the humming of the wave-song beguiles me. I don't feel empty.

I step around the small outdoor table, and I walk into Harry, his arm wrapping around my upper body before he caresses a kiss to the top of my head. I hold the position of our bodies nestled together and my head against his chest, the sound of the ocean and our breathing being a calming sense.

I don't remember the last time I felt this calm and human. Life has been a roller coaster I have desperately wanted to get off for the last year. I haven't touched a day of calmness and relaxation. My mind has invariably been bustling with thoughts and predicaments. My emotions have been provoking havoc on myself and others, and this morning, as I stand nestled against him, with nothing but the glowing morning breeze gliding past us, I finally feel as though my life isn't falling apart at the seams... I finally feel okay.

Harry ends his phone call, and I sense his arms wrapping around my lower back, his other arm still around my shoulders. He doesn't say anything; silence lingers as he holds me, and even though we don't speak, I feel that he understands this is soothing. He can sense that I haven't felt like this in quite some time. I don't want this feeling to disappear from me.

"Sweetheart," Harry breaks the silence but doesn't break the embrace, "We can get back in bed and continue this, if you like," Harry's voice vibrates against his chest, and I anxiously pull away from him. I don't want this to end, but I don't want to waste a day wrapped up in bed.

Harry's arms unwrap from their positions around my body, and I shake my head, "Are you sure?" Then, Harry softly challenges, "I think you needed to be held a bit more than you'd like to admit."

Harry is right. Harry has held me on countless occasions when he manages to get to bed, and off work, he holds me. He will go out of his way to make sure his arms are securely wrapped around me whenever they can. But today, it's different. Today, it isn't done because I'm sobbing or sad. It isn't done because I'm emotionally unstable or unsure about life; today— today, his arms wrap around me because, for the first time, I feel human again. It's a different type of holding. It's a holding that isn't done because he feels he has to or seems obliged to halt the tears and fix the mess.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

Harry shrugs his shoulders and glances away jokingly, "Eh, I uh… I had a small idea, but I wasn't entirely sure. Not like I convinced you to marry me."

I throw my head back and laugh, "Ha, and I bet you regret that now."

Harry shakes his head and touches his hands to my hips, tenderly drawing me closer, "No, darling, I don't regret a thing. I'd do it over and over again."

"You must have a torture kink," I softly smile, causing him to roll his eyes at me.

"Let's go get breakfast. I'm hungry and need coffee," Harry loosely changes the subject, gesturing for us to step off the balcony and go back into the room.

Harry and I walk hand in hand out of our hotel living quarters, and Harry takes a moment to look at my attire while pressing his hands to his pockets, ensuring he has his phone, wallet and hotel key. "Out of curiosity, do you own anything that isn't so.. royal?" Harry asks, motioning to the dress I have on. "The '50s called and would like their dress back."

I gaze down and run my hands over the sides of my hips, adjusting the Zimmerman lace dress that ends at my knees, "Would you prefer I wear a skintight dress that leaves little to the imagination?"

"Yes," Harry bluntly responds before chuckling, "Nothing wrong with it, you're just dressed like you're going to a royal engagement."

"Well," I begin, looking down again at the white 'Roamer' dress, "I have an off-the-shoulder dress, but it is an evening dress... God, this monarchy has taken over my life," I profoundly lament, regarding the fact the dress, although lovely, is very much a royal attire dress. The dress features a high neckline, fitted waistline, and a fitted top that flows into a loose A-line skirt.

Harry shakes his head and takes my hand, "I think my '50s wife is beautiful."

"I think my husband is making fun of my attire."

"Jus' a bit," Harry chuckles. "A t-shirt and jeans go a long way. You're on holiday, wear what you want, not what they tell you to wear."

"Big talk coming from the man that wears the same damn suit for work."

Harry shrugs his shoulders, "Fair point."… "I don't want you to feel like you have to wear their attire, be comfy like me."

"Well, it is rare to see you in jeans, quite a turn-on," I think out loud, "Maybe when we tour the streets of Greece, we will find some more normal type clothes."

"Who said we were touring the streets? We are not leaving the grounds of the hotel."

"That's what you think," I respond, letting go of his hand and pressing the elevator button, turning around to look at him with a smile.

Harry shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, "This is not what we agreed."

"You agreed we would stay in. So I decided we would live life."

We are in the most prominent and oldest settlement on Skopelos; it’s a tranquil town that would be safe for us to explore. The Chora is a mass of whitewashed houses with terracotta roofs, clinging to stiff hills on a sheltered natural harbour. There are many beaches to explore and a charming little town that craves my attention.

The Northern Sporades are grouped closely together, so we could easily go ashore at both Skiathos and Alonissos in the space of a day. There is so much for us to do.

I step into the elevator, and Harry follows, pressing the ground button, and I wrap my arms around him from behind, "We can explore the town. They have some great cafes. We can check out the little markets. I know you love coffee."

"No, you can't sweet talk me into this one," Harry responds, and I stand on the tips of my toes to peer over his shoulder, noticing the fact he is trying to conceal his grin.

"We can go to all the beaches, or we can try all the plums, honey, and the "Skopelitiki" cheese pies, or we can go to The Saint John chapel— you know the—" I begin, but Harry cuts me off.

"The one you wanted to get married in when you tried to convince me we should come here and elope," Harry nods his head, "Yes, baby, I know," Harry continues, his hands pressing to my arms that are wrapped around his torso. "It's quite a walk."

I hum, "198 steps carved into the rock lead to the chapel, but I understand if you aren't up for it, I know you're not as strong as you were before your shoulder," I benevolently tease him, purposely jabbing his ego.

"I can do the climb," Harry responds, "Shall we go after breakfast or go this evening?"

"I will let you decide," I eagerly respond, leaning up and kissing his cheek over his shoulder before unwrapping my arms from behind him. The elevator dings, and the comprehensive silver doors open, allowing us to exit into the bottom level of the floor.

Harry takes my hand, our fingers locking together as he leads us to the right of the elevator.

We exit through generous glass doors, and I freeze in my tracks, astonished by the scenery and the hotel's architecture. There are a few diverse restaurants extending out over the water— a poolside restaurant perched on the Aegean Sea cliffs.

We are seated at a table on the edge of the restaurant closest to the view of the Aegean Sea, the shining crystal water taking my full attention. The sun gleams down, producing a euphoric sensation as the water glistens against the rays.

"Mr Styles and Mrs Sty—," our waitress begins but immediately catches herself, "You're majesty," she politely addresses me, "What do you prefer I address you as?"

"Anastasia," I respond with a smile.

The Greek president has never invited me to make a state visit, and it surprises me to be noticed as a Queen here.

On all visits ever made to Greece, the public has not recognised us. To be honest, most smile, nod and continue with their day like we are the average joe, something I like.

"As you wish," the lady smiles, "What would you both like to start? We have the buffet ready, but on the bar, we have the fresh juices," The lady gestures towards the area where there is an array of fruits and juices, "If you would like coffee, I will take your order the way you desire and bring it to you."

"Can I please have a flat white?" I smile towards our waitress.

"And may I have a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, please?” Harry orders and the waitress nods her head, swift to leave us to fetch our drinks.

"Mrs Styles has a nice ring to it," Harry comments with a grin, "Haven't heard that in a while."

"I am still not changing my name, at least not yet."

"Never said you had to, Anna. I just like the sound of you being called Mrs Styles, that's all," Harry shakes his head, leaning back in the chair and gazing out at the view.

I happily grin as we both sit down at a table, Harry raising a brow as he watches me wiggle in my seat— a happy dance— you could say. “I don’t even want to ask,” Harry chuckles, plopping a grape in his mouth before moving towards his hot foods.

“You can have anything, and you choose all the healthy options?” I question, “Not even bacon?”

“Worry about ye’ own plate,” Harry gestures his form around while I pick up my coffee. “You’re going to fill up on yoghurt, honeyed doughnuts and snack on almond macaroons and then complain that you feel sick.”

“Am not,” I shake my head with a chuckle, lifting the coffee to my lips and taking a sip. I swallow the warm liquid and place the glass down on the table, screwing my nose up slightly at the taste. “My coffee tastes… sour,” I comment.

Harry leans forward and tastes my coffee shaking his head, “You’re insane, it’s great,” … “It’s the damn sugar you’re consuming,” Harry gestures towards my plate of sweets.

“Keep your bloody pants on. I have fruit,” I roll my eyes, gesturing towards the fruit and the yoghurt. You can’t deny these honey things look amazing,” I slide a plate with the honeyed doughnuts closer to him, “Try a piece, don’t be a dessert snob.”

Harry drops his jaw in a gasp, leaning forward and pressing his elbows to the table, “Says the one being a coffee snob.” He disapprovingly shakes his head before he takes the doughnut off my plate instead of the plate I slid closer to him. Harry raises a brow as he takes a bite, “Fuckin’ amazing, okay, you were right,” Harry chuckles, indulging in the sweet taste.

“I told you,” I grin, proud to have been right for once. “So, since the Palace has calmed down, finally… while you were asleep on the flight, I found a nice cottage in the countryside, and I found an estate for sale we could look at… It’s uh.. well… It would be a really nice place for gardens and for some animals.”

“Animals?” Harry questions, raising a brow as he continues to eat.

I nod my head, “It would be perfect for your horses, you seem to have an interest in racehorses and training horses.”

“I don’t have time for horses, honey.”

I shrug my shoulders, “I’m just saying there’s room for stables and paddocks for them. We don’t have to have only royal grounds.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you want a farm?” Harry questions, taking his coffee into his hands and taking a sip.

I don’t necessarily want a huge farm, but I want something different. I agree with Harry that we need our own space that isn’t attached to the monarchy. If I don’t attempt to have some sort of transition, Harry will lose his mind. He has already taken some time off and I don’t want to see him go off the deep end.

“Perhaps. I’d just like something other than what I have.”

“You do know animals are hard work? You can’t just turn them out into a paddock.”

“Harry, it was just an idea,” I shake my head, looking down at my plate and beginning to eat my food again. I want something where I can escape, where I don’t have to walk the halls of royalty. I want us to have our own spin on things.

Harry places his coffee down and leans forward with a small smile, “How about we start off with some goats?”

I smile over at him, “So, you’ll look at what I found?“

Harry nods, “Baby, you don’t need my permission,” Harry reminds me, “I’ll take a look, and if we can buy one of the two places we can decide what we do. How many baby goats do you want?”

“Are you serious?”

Harry again nods his head with a chuckle, “Mhm,” he hums, “We will have to think about finances first, but yes. It would be a nice getaway from the palace life, something we both want. And for the times when we are not on the property, we will have to find someone who will tend to these animals. Unless you want to have goats run around the Palace?” Harry offers.

“I bet that would piss Pippa off,” I chuckle, “I think we should start our animals off at the Palace,” I grin, amused by the idea. I’m sure farm animals running loose in the Palace would be quite the story for people to tell. That’s one way how to change the media's perspective of me. I unlock my phone and pull up the estate I was looking at and carefully slide the phone to Harry.

“Also a lot of land would need a lot of maintenance and security. We have quite some time before we need fields for the kids,” Harry responds while shaking his head, “I’m not sure how we buy property without it being tied to the monarchy or keep the investment private.”

“Lawyers will help, there’s a veil of secrecy over the private shareholdings and investments. It will all be sorted, and your private shareholdings should stay private.”

“Oh,” Harry sounds, “Works for me, you handle the lawyers and I’ll see what needs to be done with finances and make sure the property is good for us, make sure it’s secure and whatnot— security-wise.” He grins, places his phone down and continues to eat breakfast.

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Harry and I stand at the bottom of the chapel, staring up at the chapel that was once a tiny castle in the past to protect the island from pirates and enemy invasions. Quite ironic that I, a Queen, desperately want to reach the top of a chapel once a castle.

“It’s 223 steps. Are you sure you want to go up?” Harry questions teasingly, nudging me lightly.

“It has taken me a while to convince you to come here. We are going.”

“As you wish,” Harry nods, taking my hand and leading me up the first few steps.

I climb the stairs like a giggly child lost in a sweet store. After quite some time of convincing Harry to come to this place, we are finally here. I am sure there are other things this man would rather be doing, such as laying on the beach and not be bothered, or maybe he would rather be sitting at the bar by the pool, drinking while he finally has the chance to without being gripped at my Matthew. Perhaps he would prefer to be on the pier and fishing, not caring about the world about anything. Instead, the man is giving me my wish and climbing stairs that reach a chapel, a chapel I had asked to be married in. Unfortunately, we couldn’t have our wedding here. Our wedding was a spare-of-the-moment wedding. I don’t regret getting married in his mother’s beautiful garden in the countryside. I think it was fit for a Queen. I didn’t need anything special or the royal demands. All I needed was him.

I smile as he looks over at me, ensuring that I am still taking the steps beside him. There is no place I would rather be than by his side. I never believed in soulmates until I stumbled across him. I had always thought the stories were utter bullshit, stories that are only found written in Shakespeare books, to be read for entertainment only. I thought the whole idea of spending your life in search of a soul was ridiculous. Suddenly, it wasn’t all that ridiculous. Without knowing, he has been the soul that was created for me, a soul that I would ultimately do anything for. Our story isn’t like Romeo and Juliette or any of the other famous stories we have all read, but our story is something I never saw coming.

Growing up, I was conditioned to find a Prince, marry him and rule the monarch. I did the complete opposite. A man with no title found me, swept me off my feet and became a prince charming. I didn’t find him, he found me, and he is the complete opposite of what I would be expected to fall in love with. A man with tattoos sitting as King is quite scandalous, considering not many royals have had tattoos. King Harold II of England had several tattoos. After his death at the Battle of Hastings in 1066, his tattoos were used to identify his body. In today’s day in age, tattoos are more common and acceptable, but not so much when it comes to the man who stands beside me. The people are still prudes in some aspects. I, for one, do not care. I like his tattoos and everything about him. I don’t want him to change or cover anything up.

The track to the chapel is beginning to take a toll on me. We are getting further away from the ground, indicating we are getting higher up. Something that does not settle well with me.

“Okay,” I breathe, “I changed my mind, I don’t want to get to the top,” I shake my head, pulling back on Harry and letting go of his hand, my eyes suddenly coming in contact with the extensive drop to the ocean below us.

“You’ll regret it, Anna.”

“No, I think I will be fine,” I shake my head, “It’s uh… pretty high, and you don’t like heights.”

“I am fine with heights,” Harry chuckles, watching my eyes glance around and my hands begin to fidget, my words becoming tongue-tied as I try to find the right words to say. “I believe you just realised you are scared of heights.” Then, finally, Harry brings to my attention the apparent answer to my sudden panic and desire to be back down below on the land where I am not dangling over an ocean.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, please, let’s just go back down,” I press as Harry stands on a step looking down at me. I can feel my heart in my chest pounding and my breathing starting to hitch in my throat.

I want to do this, but I don’t want to do this.

Harry nods his head, “Of course… We are almost at the top. These last fifteen steps are it.” Harry gestures towards the stone steps.

“It’s a long way down,” I whisper, my arms wrapping around my stomach, anxiety beginning to spiral through me. It's a long way down. “It’s a hundred metres down, Harry.”

“And do you think I am going to let you fall?” Harry questions, “If you want to go down, we can,” Harry agrees, “Just tell me what you want to do.”

“I uh— Harry... Uh,” My eyes struggle to stray from the view below. Although it is breathtaking, I want my breath back.

Harry steps down a step and presses his hands to either side of my shoulders, “We can go down.”

I shake my head, “No,” I respond, “I can’t always take the easy way out because it scares me,” I whisper out, my voice breaking and taking me by surprise. “I begged you for this, and now— now I can’t stop just because.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Harry shrugs, “I am not going to force you.”

“Damnit, you’re too kind to me,” I huff, “Jus’ give me a minute. Then, we are going to keep going,” I instruct, more so trying to convince myself more than him.

Harry gives me a minute before he takes my hands, squeezing them lightly, “Part of my training when I took on this position, I had to be put in a small and confined area….” Harry begins, “It was horrible, I get claustrophobic in small areas, and I was shoved into a tiny crawl space. For a minute, I was okay, but then I started to panic. At that moment, I figured there was no way I would be of any service. I thought Matthew would fire me. But, instead, he crawled into the crawl space with me and told me to name five things I could see and to squeeze his hands each time I found something.” … “Tell me five things you can see, honey.”

I take a breath and look to the left, ignoring the significant drop on the right. “Uh, I see uhmm.” I stutter, “I see plants,” I squeeze his hands, “And I see the stones, I see your gold watch and,” I look around for a second, “I see you,” I smile, “Your green eyes and your hair that is curling at the ends.”

Harry smiles, “Cheesy,” … “Keep going until you’re calm, tell me what you see, feel or hear,” Harry instructs, keeping a warming grip on my hands.

I do as Harry says, and I slowly feel myself calming down and not being as erratic at the idea of being so high up above the ground, “What would I do without you?”

Harry shrugs his shoulders, “Have a panic attack.”

“Not funny,” I nudge him, letting go of one of his hands and beginning to walk with him.

Harry and I made it to the top, and he was right. I would have regretted it if I had walked back down when I was so close to the top. The walk up here was daunting, but the view of the chapel and the surroundings is worth it. It is incredibly picturesque. Harry takes my hand and stops us a few metres from the church.

“Anna, darling, before we go in…” Harry begins, his hand holding mine as we face each other. “I know things have not gone the way we had planned. Nothing about us is ordinary, not our relationship and not our ways of love. I know the monarch may be against us and hate that you fell in love with me, but it is one of the best things to happen to me. I wouldn’t want to spend my time with anyone else,, and I was wondering if you would marry me again?” Harry gets down on one knee, a box in his hand with a broad smile on his lips.

My heart flutters, and I feel warm inside as he opens the box, and showing me a beautiful ring. “Of course,” I nod with a sweet chuckle.

“Good, because I rented the chapel, and it would be awkward if you had said no,” Harry smiles, standing to his feet, taking my right hand and placing the diamond ring on my ring finger, his eyes glancing towards the original engagement ring on my left hand. This man spoils me beyond belief. He smiles and laces his fingers with mine before walking us into the chapel-like two giggly children defying their parents with each step they take.

“You planned this?”

“I don’t just carry rings in my pocket and rent chapels. How about renewing our vows in the church like you had wanted?” Harry offers, taking me by surprise as we step into a chapel that exceeds the expectations I had.

I stand in the humble chapel, my eyes wide and my breath hitched in my throat. I always dreamed of getting married in a small chapel. I used to ask Harry about running off to this place and getting married. But, I never thought the day would come when we both stand in this chapel, two people felicitous and still in love, ready to commit to each other again.

As we stand in a chapel on top of a cliff, I feel on top of the world with the man I love in front of me. Harry and I have never had a conventional relationship. From our first date to now, things haven’t been normal. We have done everything backwards, hence a honeymoon overdue by almost a year.

The man in front of me is a man I have watched grow to where he is now. When I first met him, he was surprisingly timid, and barely spoke a word until he found his voice and asked for a chance one day. At first, I had no intention to give him an opportunity, not for any reason besides the fact that I thought he was too good for me. However, he was prepared to give his life to save a woman he barely knew, and he never thought twice about it.

Meanwhile, I was too busy trying on new gowns and jewellery. Harry spent weeks working to convince me to give him one date, and when I finally did. It was the best thing I did. Our date was planned out by himself and Matthew, something kept a secret, graciously planned.

To this day, I owe Matthew for our relationship. Matthew encouraged Harry’s case one morning and told me an essential thing.

“Princess, you never know the outcome of something until you dare to try. Harry might be out of your comfort zone and the world entirely, but that boy is putting his life on the line for you. So think to yourself, is your comfort zone where you want to stay?”

Dare to dream is something that took place that day. I escaped my comfort zone, and I discovered comfort in a man that has grounded me and been a part of my life in every aspect. I never thought we would end up where we are; I never imagined I would be Queen and have the love of my life ruling beside me. Harry was a breath of fresh air. He still is.

I didn't know what love was until it stood face-to-face with me a few years ago. Back then, I didn't think it was love. Now, I know it is the type of love that only comes once in a lifetime, it comes at a time you least expect it, and a time you most need it but won't admit it. It's a love you have to cherish and savour while you have it because it isn't guaranteed. But, each day, it is the type of love you have to water and nurture, which grows strong with time and ages well. Our love is the type of love written in ink across books, but it is ours.

It is calming, breathtaking and wonderful— it's ours.

"Anna, I knew from the very moment I laid eyes on you that you were my forever. Someway, somehow, I was determined to make you mine. To this day, I have no clue how I succeeded, but I did. You are the woman my mother used to tell me about, the woman I never saw coming. I don't know what I did to be the luckiest man to have your love and support, but I thank the heavens above every single day. My love for you is something I cannot put into words, it is there when I wake up, and it is there when I fall asleep, and somewhere in between, we make it work. You have become my lover, my companion, and my best friend. I vow to love you eternally, I vow to be the man you need and want to support you through life's journey, I vow to be your partner in all things, to be your partner in sickness and in health. I vow to be your biggest supporter and always to hold you up when you are down. I vow to love you, honour you and protect you through this life. I promise to love you, and if the day comes when we have children, I promise to tell them about their mother who has changed my life and shown me what unconditional love is, I promise to show them the woman you are, the woman I am proud of. A year ago, I said, "I do," but to me, that means, "I will". I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. I dedicate myself to your happiness, success, and smile. I will love you forever. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will keep loving you until the day I have to leave this world behind. And, above all else, I promise to kill the spiders every time you squeal from seeing one."

Harry and I both chuckle at his last line, and I make eye contact with the iridescent, malachite green-eyed man who is choking up himself, holding back the same tears that he shed the day he married me. It’s warming to know that it is like the first time all over again, even now.

I take a breath, and he gives my hands our signature squeeze.

I love you, too. I always have, and I always will.

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