#harry concept

[ifancyharry]

what it is: YN is Harry’s personal assistant and she gets sick, but he’s playing Wembley

word count: 4k

The air is crisp and clean as YN steps out of her hotel into the streets of London, hurrying down the sidewalk as she scurries to the first pharmacy she can find. 

It’s 7.54 in the morning and she’s been awake for almost twenty-four hours. Not on purpose, obviously. And not on her boss’s orders either, despite having there been nights the team deemed important and she was required to pull an all nighter, but those were usually times of celebrations, either spent at an afterparty or waiting until midnight for Spotify to release the album everyone had been working hard on.

The air hurts her lungs as she stops to catch her breathing, the pounding behind her temples not dimming the slightest as she trespasses the sliding doors of the pharmacy, only intensifying with the bright artificial lights shining down on her from the ceiling.

She pulls her sunglasses out of the pocket of her sweatshirt and slides them over her eyes, relishing in the temporary relief washing over her sensitive eyes.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket and she pulls it out, grimacing at the name on the screen; it’s her boss, Harry, asking her what time she’s ready to leave for the venue. 

Once her turn comes, she quickly explains her symptoms to the pharmacist and just as quickly she pays for the medicine the pharmacist has taken out for her.

She walks out of the pharmacy and types back a short response to Harry, telling him she’s on her way to his room.

She hopes the medicine she has stuffed in her pocket will make her feel better, and she thinks as she’s making her way back to the hotel that she’ll ask Harry to stop along the way to grab a coffee, hoping it will soothe the tension behind her temples. There’s no way she can be sick when her boss is playing at Wembley for the first time.

…

Harry isn’t one to comment on other people’s appearances, his mum taught him that and it has stuck with him since he was a little kid, a sort of an unspoken rule out of kindness, and therefore he’s never asked if someone was sick because they weren’t wearing makeup or if someone had eaten a little more over the holidays.  He never considered other people’s looks something that concerned his range of business, but once he sees YN, he can’t help but wonder if she’s okay.

Her hair is tied in a messy braid, and there’s some strands falling out of it and in front of her eyes. She’s wearing a big love on tour sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants, but that isn’t particularly concerning, because he’s used to her comfy articles of clothing. 

What’s concerning is her face… and Harry already feels bad for thinking that, but she doesn’t look like herself. And Harry would know. Of course he would know, because he spends a lot of time looking at her face, especially when she’s not looking, most of the times when she’s reading a book next to him in a moment of rest or when she’s answering emails on Monday mornings. So… he knows her. He knows her skin looks paler than normal, and the circles under her eyes aren’t the same as that one time they partied all night after Harry won album of the year at the Grammys.

He wants to ask if she’s okay, because after a year of working together they have that kind of confidence, but he doesn’t want that to be the first thing he says to her, so he just smiles at her and welcomes her with a side hug and a good morning.

“Hi” she’s quick to greet back, and Harry notices even her voice sounds scruffier than usual.

“Are you ready to go?” She asks a second later.

“Yeah, yeah, the car’s down already?” He asks surprised. Sometimes it takes a while before the drivers find the hotel, and YN and Harry spend that time watching videos on youtube or talking about the day’s schedule.

YN shrugs but doesn’t say anything in response, which is weird to Harry because she’s usually really bright and energetic in the morning, and she’s really meticulous on top of everything: she never lets him wait without finding something to pass the time first.

“Let’s just stay until we don’t know for certain” he suggests.

She agrees with a nod of her head and she heads to his bed, sitting down on the end of it. It’s not uncommon for her, because she’s always in his space, and there have been times where they were forced to basically sleep in the same bed (one time YN fell asleep on his bed, and Harry was so in his song-writing-bubble he didn’t even realize until he was so tired he couldn’t keep his eyes open, so he slipped in next to her and literally passed out).

He still needs to tie his shoes, so he sits next to her and ties the laces of his ratted vans.

“How’d yeh sleep, pet?” He asks, because she’s freakishly quiet and it’s making him anxious. She’s never quiet, and with this being a stressful day already for Harry, every little thing that’s different from normal alerts him.

“Fine” she whispers, knuckling at her eyes, his question bringing back the awful memory of the night she spent tossing and turning in the scratchy hotel sheets, praying for a moment of solace every time she tried to breathe through her nose and failing.

“Me too…” he nods.

YN feels bad because she should be more engaging, but she really doesn’t have it in her to make small talk. 

Some time passes before the driver calls YN’s phone to tell her the van is here, shaking her awake. She remembers closing her eyes to rest them, and next thing she knows she’s sound asleep on her boss’s bed. She’d be a bit embarrassed if it wasn’t for how awful she feels already. 

“Crap! I fell asleep!” She exclaims once she hangs up the call. 

“Yeah” Harry says from next to her, still laying on his bed, “just fo’ like… fifteen minutes though” He’s playing on his phone, and YN pushes at his bicep, “we need to go, driver’s here”

She gets up from the bed and slips on her shoes, grabbing her work bag (it’s really a tote bag but she finds calling it work bag makes her waaaay more professional) from the floor next to the door.

“YN” she hears Harry clear his voice, and she turns around to look at him.

He’s still sitting on the bed, and he passes a hand through his hair before saying, “are yeh all right?” 

She closes her eyes in a furrow and tries not to wince when a sharp pain shoots behind her eyes with the movement, “yes, yes” she stresses, although not convinced.

“Are you sure? C’mon yeh can tell me!” 

“I’m fine, Harry” and despite her words, she sniffles, “maybe I have a cold or something…”

“You can take the day off if you need to, yeh know that” 

“No, there’s no way” she shakes her head swiftly, “no”. 

“YN…” he trails off.

“Harry, I told you I’m fine. I can work! Let’s just go, okay?” 

He sighs but does as she says, following her out of his room.

Harry isn’t a worrier. If someone from his team, or band whatsoever, says they can work, he at least presumes they’re mature enough to know the expanse of their limits. 

With YN, it’s different. He worries.

Not because he considers her immature, but she’s just… different. Ever since she started working for him as his assistant, he’s always looked out for her, despite being the one that didn’t want to hire her in the first place.

She’s young, she works a lot to prove herself to him, despite him telling her lots of times she doesn’t need to prove anything and she’s doing a great job as she is. 

She does unthinkable working hours, sometimes pulling all nighters, other times hurrying to his house in the middle of the night because he’s a little bit of a hypochondriac and she needs to check immediately what’s that new mole he has on his back (turns out it was a speck of dark chocolate that stuck onto his skin).

She’s soft and she always puts her job (him, actually) first, so he doesn’t really trust her to know her limits. If she’s sick she should rest. She should lay in bed and maybe eat a little soup and watch comfort movies tucked under the sheets, but he knows she won’t. And he knows he’s the reason behind that, because he’s playing at Wembley tonight, and she doesn’t want to cause trouble. Harry thinks she in no way could ever be described as trouble. 

And maybe, and he feels a little bit scared to admit this, he could postpone the show just by a couple hours, at least until he knows she’s resting at the hotel. but, she hurries into the van and pretends like she’s just got “a cold or something”, so Harry doesn’t question her further. 

He could just order her to take the day off, but he knows that would hurt her feelings, and he can imagine the look on her face, like a puppy being scolded, so he bites his tongue: there’s no way he could ever hurt her feelings.

…

YN has to stop a couple of times when she starts feeling dizzy on her feet. She shouldn’t run this much when she’s probably feverish, but there’s so much to do! She doesn’t trust to delegate, and not because she’s pretentious, but because she’s a control freak that needs to know how things are being handled, so she would only get much more frustrated and it would eventually just end up in her doing all the work anyway, increasing her fever undoubtedly. 

So, she chugs downs a lot of water and a lot of ibuprofen, taking deep breaths every time she starts feeling nauseous. She should probably inform Harry at least that she doesn’t feel good, so if anything were to happen he wouldn’t be too surprised, but she knows how he is; he would demand she stop immediately and go back to the hotel to rest, and she can’t allow that to happen. 

Wembley is the dream of a lifetime, and Harry sound checks every song two times before passing on to the next one. YN sits quietly in one of the seats, preparing Harry’s next instagram post on her phone. She handles all of his socials, because that’s what she was originally hired for. “A young set of eyes”, Jeff had defined her, and from then, her life had changed completely. 

Of course, she wasn’t aware she’d develop a crush on her boss at the time she was hired. She figured she’d be immune to his charm; she’s younger than him, much less experienced (in every aspect of her life), and hasn’t really seen anything yet, so she thought they’d just be too different to get along. Spending each second of the day together didn’t help, though, because it was then she got to know Harry for who he truly was, and with that, came the awareness of how many things he’d lived through and how many things he could teach her. How soft he was with her, how he would always drape a blanket over her when she accidentally fell asleep on his bed, and how he would tell her she looked pretty even after pulling an all nighter and probably looking like a raccoon. That’s just how he was.

And that’s why she values his dreams more than her health. She would never do anything that could harm him, so she shrugs off the dreadful feeling off her back and keeps working. 

…

“Hey” Harry plops down on the couch next to her, draping his arm on the backrest of the couch. If he’d stretched his fingers he could touch her shoulder, but he doesn’t just yet. He knows she still doesn’t feel good, he can see it in the way she’s hugging herself in the Love on tour hoodie she has on (probably one of his because their laundry always gets mixed up).

“Hi” she says softly, her voice much lower than it’d been the last time he saw her.

It’s closer to show time now, but he’s still not in his outfit. YN wonders if that’s the reason why he came in the dressing room in the first place.

“What are yeh doin’ hidin’ in here all alone?” 

“‘m not hiding!” She pouts, “jus’… resting” 

“Mh, yeah?” He hums, turning his head to look at her, “restin’ your ears? Are you tired of my music yet?” He jokes.

“Never!” She beams, swatting at his chest playfully.

He lets his arm fall down on her shoulder, and he tugs at her, squeezing her against his chest.

She breaths him in, and despite her stuffy nose, she can smell the faint scent of his fabric softener. Musk and lavender. It’s the same as hers.

 “I’m sorry I’ve been a bit of a pain lately…” he trails off, his mouth buried in her hair, “nothing to do with you… was jus’ nervous is all”

She squeezes his hoodie between her fingers to tug him closer, “I’m really proud of you. You’ll do great.”

“Thanks, pet” he grins, breaking away from the hug.

She sniffles and he looks between her eyes warily, “’s there anything you want to tell me before I go on stage?”

“Jus’ to kick ass” she giggles, aware that wasn’t what he was alluding at.

“Mmmh” he muses, getting up from the couch. He knew she’d be stubborn about this so he doesn’t pressure her.

“Hav’to start gettin’ ready” he clears his throat, heading towards the portable hanger YN set up in his dressing room.

He then proceeds to take off his hoodie and his tank top, leaving him shirtless before her.

She’s seen him in his underwear many times, but maybe it’s the fever, maybe it’s the crush on him that’s growing stronger everyday, but she feels her insides get warm at the sight. 

He tugs his sweats down his legs too, kicking them off his feet, and YN pretends to pick up her phone to respond to a message that definitely could have waited. 

He picks up the heart printed overalls he’d be wearing and tugs them over his legs, jumping a little in his place so they could fit over his bum.

Once he’s fully dressed, he looks over at YN and finds her looking at him already, her eyes a little droopy. He feels his heart tug in his chest at the sight. He wishes she’d let him help her. If he could he’d send her back to the hotel straight away, but he has to admit he’s selfishly relishing in the idea of having her here, looking at him perform. It makes him want to do even better than he always does. 

“All ready then” he smiles, dimples denting both his cheeks.

“Mmhh” she hums, getting up on her feet. She walks towards him and adjusts the neck of his shirt, petting it down.

“Good luck Harry” she smiles. He has to refrain himself from lowering his head down to kiss her, and he’s aware these thoughts are way too unprofessional of him, but he can’t help himself. Not when she’s looking at him like that.

“See ya after the show, pet”

…

“Harry!” Jeff pats down on his shoulders as soon as Harry runs backstage, “you just smashed it! Fuckin’ smashed it mate!”

Harry laughs with him out of politeness, but his mind is really on something else.

“Fuckin’ Wembley, Harry! Wembley’s Harry’s house!” Someone else shouts, and he thinks it’s Lloyd but he doesn’t really pay much attention to him. There’s someone missing from the crowd. YN. She’s nowhere to be found, and he’d really like to celebrate with her. She’s the one that should join in on the fun and get a little bit of praise too, because without her, harry doesn’t think he could’ve played Wembley.

Everything was going fine, and he saw her next to his mother standing in the private part of the pit, but then, when he came back after chatting with a couple of fans, she was gone. He wonders if she’s okay.

“Hey, Jeff” he clears his throat, hoping to be discreet with his tone of voice, “where’s YN?” 

“Oh…” he nods, “she wasn’t feeling proper good, so I sent her to your dressing room. I told her to get back to the hotel, but she refused to leave”

Harry nods and after a ‘thanks’ he hurries towards his dressing room, hoping to find her there.

Once he opens the door, the sight of YN sleeping on the couch crouched on herself makes his heart somersault in his chest.

“Hey, pet” he coos softly once he crouches down next to her.

He repeats the endearing greeting, and this time she stirs awake. YN brings one hand to knuckle at her eyes tiredly, and Harry frowns at the sight of her bloodshot eyes. He brings one hand to caress her cheek, but when he realizes how warm she is, he brings it up to her forehead. She’s burning hot. 

He immediately feels guilty. He should’ve sent her back to the hotel as soon as he realized she was sick, hell, he shouldn’t have let her leave his room that morning!

“Harry?” She asks timidly, her voice coming out scruffy. She gulps but flinches as the hurt in her throat doesn’t subside. 

“Yeah, ’s me” he whispers, moving the hair away from her face, “let’s go back to the hotel, okay?” 

“No Harry! The show! You can’t leave… the show! It’s wembley” she stresses, gripping his bicep tightly to refrain him from leaving her.

“Shh, shh” he shushes her, “calm down. ’s okay. The show was great. Everything was great” he coos, pressing his lips down her forehead and flinching from how hot it feels, “you did so great”.

She sniffles and: “great?” 

“Yeah” he nods, reassuring her, “let’s go now, okay?”

He helps her get up on her feet, and she stumbles a bit in her place. She grips the fabric of his overalls tightly between her fingers, and he lets her, hoping to be at least a little bit of comfort.

…

“How are you feelin’? What hurts?” He asks her once they reach his hotel room (he wanted to go back to hers, but couldn’t find her key and didn’t want to startle her too much).

“Everything” she pouts.

“I’m so sorry, darling” he sighs, ushering her inside his room.

She’s stable on her feet now, the little nap at the venue kind of helped a bit in soothing her, but still, everything hurts, and the thought of being in a hotel room and not at her own house bothers her.

She also doesn’t want Harry to look at her like this, all sweaty and red in the cheeks. She must look so embarrassing! 

“I’ll draw you a bath, how about that?” He proposes, not waiting for her response and heading directly towards the bathroom.

Now that he thinks about it, harry’s glad she’s in his room, because (being the Harry Styles) his room has a bathtub, whereas hers doesn’t. He also has lots of salt baths and bubbles to add to the water, courtesy of the hotel, and he adds everything he can to soothe her stuffed nose and make the bath as pleasing as possible.

She knocks on the door delicately, and he turns his head to look at her.

“Bath’s ready” he smiles gently, and he dips his index finger to test the temperature of the water, careful not to make it too hot to not aggravate her fever any more. 

Harry excuses himself from the bathroom, and tells her to give him a shout if she needs anything.

It’s a couple of minutes later when he hears her calling for him, her voice still lower than normal.

He knocks on the door and after he gets her consent he opens it, peeking his head inside. She’s laying in the bathtub, the water submerging her almost to her neck, and he’s aware she’s naked under, but the bubbles cover her body entirely.

“Are yeh all right?” He asks worriedly.

“Mhmh,” she hums, “jus… keep me company?” 

He’s happy she’s more responsive now, and he happily sits at her side, plopping down on the toilet seat next to the tub.

They sit in silence for a while, Harry’s aware he’s still in his fancy (and uncomfortable) show clothes, but he doesn’t care. He’s just happy to dote on her now as she’s been doing with him since she’s been hired.

“I can’t believe you played at wembley and I missed half of it” she says after a while, the water sloshing around her as she turns to look at him.

“There’s always next time” he grins at her playfully.

She throws a smile at him, “bet”.

His mouth opens in a sideway smile, his dimple indenting only one of his cheeks, and more seriously than he did before, he says “I wish you’d told me you weren’t feelin’ good”

“Didn’t want to spoil your day” she shrugs.

He wants to tell her she wouldn’t have spoiled it, that if she’d asked he would’ve postponed his show and crawled in bed with her, cuddling her until she felt better, even with the risk of getting himself sick too, he didn’t care. He would have done anything to make her feel good; but how can he tell her? How can he be honest about something like that without revealing another part of himself to her? He’s her boss. He’s older than her. And he doesn’t know if she feels the same way.

So, instead of making a complete fool out of himself, he ushers her out of the tub, passing her a towel without looking at her. He engulfs her in the bathrobe and ties it tight on her stomach, careful to have her bits covered completely by the fabric of the towel.

When he reaches his room, he takes out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers for her to sleep in, and he leave her to change in the bathroom.

While he waits for her to come out, he texts his mum if she could make that delicious soup she always prepared when he was sick, promising he wasn’t sick himself and that he’d explain in the morning. His mum answers a couple of minutes later with a thumbs up and a kissy face. 

He locks his phone and plugs it in the charger next to the bed, leaving it on the bedside table.

When YN comes out of the bathroom, she looks better already. Her cheeks aren’t as red and her eyes appear to be more rested, but, she still looks tired, and he smiles at her as he tugs the comforter down for her to slip in.

She curls up under the covers and waits for Harry to tuck her in, “comfortable?” He asks.

She nods with her cheek against the pillow, “just wish I was home” she whispers and the affirmation pains him.

“I’ve been overworking yah, haven’t I?” He sighs deeply, feeling extremely guilty. 

She’s quick to shake her head no, flinching when a sting of pain hits her temples with the movement. 

“Yes I have… you’ve been s’good” he smiles down at her.

“You’re a Wembley player now” she whispers, her eyes closing on her as she speaks, and Harry chuckles endeared at her. 

“Get some rest” he coos, but she’s already fallen in a deep sleep that will probably be tainted with a curly headed guy with green eyes and a pretty smile.

He fishes from inside her bag a tab of ibuprofen and, with a glass of water, he places them on the bedside table closer to her side, so, if she’d ever were to wake up in pain, she could take the medicine immediately. 

He takes the shortest shower he’s ever taken, quickly putting on his pajamas and brushing his teeth. Once he’s ready for bed, he slips in next to her, leaning down to press his lips on her forehead to check her temperature. She’s still warm, but the bath seemed to be of help, and probably the much needed sleep, too.

He thinks he’ll give her the rest of the month off. He owes it to her, so she can get back up on her feet and spend some time at home if she’d like. He takes a minute to wonder why hasn’t he ever given her more than a day of rest, and he doesn’t have to wonder too much, because he knows the answer already, one that is overbearing and too deep to even analyze after the day he’s had: he doesn’t want to be away from her that much time. It’s as simple as that. He’s fucked.

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[cherryjuiceblues]

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✰ grumpy!harry no warnings.

Harry sleeps on his front with his arms stretched underneath his pillow and the sheets resting low on his naked waist. You stand in the doorframe of his bedroom, excitedly holding a tray of breakfast made just for him, trying to decide the best way to wake him up. Gently placing the tray on his dresser, you grin as you climb onto the bed and straddle his waist.

He stirs slightly, groaning into the pillow but not waking up. You lean over and kiss up his spine, hair tickling his skin. “What’re you doin’?” He grumbles, voice thick and gravelly. It makes your body tingle.

“Rise and shine!” You bury your face into his neck and bite down softly. Harry groans again but doesn’t move, secretly amused by your odd behaviour. Biting him isn’t exactly a new experience. “If you don’t wake up right now, the chomp monster is going to keep biting you,” you giggle, angling your head slightly and biting him a little closer to his shoulder.

Harry shifts, turning so you fall onto the mattress and your game is over. His tired eyes watch your face as he holds his body up above you. “Stop being such a menace,” he grouses, voice slower than usual.

“But I was having fun,” you pout, hands smoothing over his shoulders and into his hair. Your teeth marks on his neck fade quickly. Harry dips down and nips at your bottom lip hard. You squeal and lift your knee up, nearly catching him in an unfortunate place.

“See?” He says, face hovering centimetres from yours. “S’not very nice, is it?”

But you don’t want to give in. “I don’t know, I kinda liked it.” You bring your legs up around his waist and try to pull him into you. Of course he doesn’t budge.

“You kinda liked it?” He does it again, even harder, and you’ll admit it hurts a little.

“Okay! I don’t like it, ow.” You pull away frowning. “I didn’t bite you that hard.”

This pulls a wry smile from Harry. “Shouldn’t start something you can’t finish, my love,” as he finally gives you a proper kiss, the way he intends on waking up every morning. You try to pretend you’re upset with him but it doesn’t last, not even for a second, as he smooths his soft lips against yours and down your jaw to your neck. You melt into his touch, hands threading through his hair lovingly and feeling the world around you disappear.

He lets you reach that fuzzy place, chest swarming with satisfaction at every content sigh that slips from your mouth. And then he squeezes your waist. Enough to make you jump—and your mind isn’t quick enough to piece together what he’s doing until he’s squeezing again and you’re writhing under him, tortured laughs being forced from your mouth. His hands move all over your body, familiar with every part of you that is ticklish. Glimpses you catch through your clenched eyes show that Harry barely looks affected, curled lips the only indication that he’s having fun. It makes it all the more agonising as you suffer under his hands whilst he shows no sign that he’s doing anything.

You grasp at his hands desperately. “Please! Stop—please!” You’re laughing but it’s your body betraying you. Harry doesn’t look like he’s going to listen but then you remember the reason you woke him up in the first place. “I made you breakfast!” It comes out almost like a sob—a breathy, sad sob as all the air in your lungs is sucked out of you. His hands halt and you breathe in heavily, mouth turned into a frown.

“Did you now?” Harry hums, sitting back and letting you relax. He scratches at his chin and looks down at you, eyes thoughtful. You get up, pout still present as you present him with the tray. “Look at that.” He smiles again, reaching his eyes. “Treating me the way I deserve, huh?” Harry teases, accepting the tray as he sits back against the pillows.

You scowl. “Not anymore.”

“You started it, love. Bit me like a needy puppy.”

“You bit me and tickled me!” You huff, sitting on your knees next to him with wide eyes. He thinks you look so sweet—and a little bit pitiful.

“Mm, but you still started it, didn’t you?” Harry takes a long swig from the cup of coffee that’s cooling down fast.

“But breakfast,” you gesture to his lap and his eyes soften, knowing how happy it makes you to show your love this way.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Your eyes immediately sparkle and he holds a slice of toast in front of your mouth for you to take a little bite.

“But tell the chomp monster that I can be very mean when I want to be.”

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[justlemmeadoreyou]

in sickness and in health

Summary: Harry takes care of y/n while she's sick.

Words: 1,000+

Warnings: Mostly fluff!

Y/N groaned as she slowly blinked her eyes open, her head pounding and her throat feeling raw and scratchy. She reached for the box of tissues on her nightstand, wincing at the movement. As she blew her nose, the bedroom door creaked open.

"Morning, love," came Harry's soft voice. He padded in, a tray laden with toast, orange juice, and a steaming mug of tea balanced carefully in his hands. "Brought you some breakfast."

"Harry..." Y/N croaked out, her voice little more than a whisper. "You didn't have to do that."

He shook his head, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "Of course I did. You're sick as a dog, babe." Harry perched on the edge of the bed, his hand coming up to brush her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead. "Looks like that nasty flu is really doing a number on you."

Y/N managed a weak smile, nuzzling into his touch. "I feel horrible."

"I know, sweetheart." Harry's thumb stroked her flushed cheek tenderly. "But I'm going to take care of you, okay? We'll get you feeling better in no time."

Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to her clammy forehead before reaching for the mug of tea. "Here, drink some of this. The honey should help soothe your throat."

Y/N took a careful sip, the warm liquid coating her raw throat. She sighed in relief. "That's nice. Thank you, Haz."

"Of course, my love." Harry picked up a piece of dry toast from the tray. "Think you can manage a few bites? You need to keep your strength up."

Obediently, Y/N nibbled on the toast as Harry fussed over plumping up her pillows and layering an extra blanket over her shivering form. He clucked his tongue sympathetically at her pale, clammy appearance.

"I've got some cold medicine for you to take too. That should help with the aches and chills."

True to his word, Harry retrieved a dose of flu medication, holding it out along with a glass of cool water. Y/N swallowed it down gratefully.

"Such a good girl," Harry praised, stroking her hair again. "Now, I want you to try and get some more rest, okay? I'll be just down the hall if you need anything at all."

Y/N caught his hand as he made to stand. "Wait... Could you stay with me for a bit?"

Harry's eyes softened. "Of course, darling. Budge over." 

He slid under the covers, gathering Y/N's shivering form into his arms. She burrowed against his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne and letting it soothe her frazzled senses.

Harry pressed a kiss to her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. "Just relax and rest up, okay? I'm right here."

Y/N nodded, allowing her eyes to drift shut. She felt so safe and cared for wrapped in Harry's embrace. Despite feeling utterly miserable from her illness, having him there to look after her made it so much better.

Several hours later, she awoke feeling marginally less feverish - though her head was still pounding. Harry stirred beside her, ever attentive.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," he murmured. "How are you feeling?"

Y/N sniffled pitifully. "A little better, I think. But my head is killing me."

"Hang on, let me get you a cool cloth for your forehead." In a flash, Harry was out of bed and heading for the en-suite bathroom.

He returned with a damp washcloth, gently draping it over Y/N's feverish brow. She sighed in relief at the delicious coolness against her pounding head.

"Thank you, baby. That feels heavenly."

Harry smiled, tenderly brushing her hair back. "I love taking care of my best girl. Are you hungry at all? I could whip up some chicken soup."

At the thought of food, Y/N's stomach roiled queasily. "Maybe just some more tea and dry toast for now?"

"You got it." Harry leaned in, dropping a featherlight kiss on her chapped lips. "I'll be right back with your tea, sweet thing."

True to his word, Harry returned a few minutes later with a fresh mug of piping hot tea and a couple pieces of dry buttered toast. He helped Y/N sit up against the mountain of pillows before passing her the mug.

"Careful, it's hot," he cautioned unnecessarily.

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. "Yes, Dad."

Harry chuckled, taking a seat next to her on the bed and offering her a piece of toast. As she picked at the bread, he pulled her feet into his lap, gently massaging the soles.

"Mmm," Y/N hummed in appreciation. "You're too good to me."

"Nonsense. I'm just being a good boyfriend and taking care of my girl when she needs me." Harry winked playfully. "Afterall, I'll need you to return the favor when I inevitably catch this flu from you."

Y/N laughed weakly. "Deal."

For the rest of the day, Harry fussed over Y/N - keeping her hydrated, fetching her books and magazines to read, and just sitting by her side with his arms wrapped securely around her. She couldn't have asked for a better nurse.

As evening fell, Harry brought Y/N a fresh mug of hot tea, laced with honey and lemon. "Here, drink up. Should help that scratchy throat of yours."

"You're too good to me," Y/N said again, cradling the mug gratefully.

Harry shook his head seriously. "Never. You deserve the world, my love." He leaned in, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I'm just trying to give it to you."

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[tobesolonely]

harry brings y/n home a slice of strawberry shortcake from his boring business dinner, and he misses her a lot whenever she’s not around (bf!harry, 2.5k words)

warnings: smut

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Harry despises business dinners.

The incessant chatter of his manager and other industry folks was boring- the logistics side of his job always was- and whenever Y/N didn’t accompany him the time seemed to drag by insanely slow. He begged and begged for her to join him (even promised her they could leave the second it got to be too tiresome, he swore it) but he and Y/N both knew that wasn’t true. Harry’s attendance and opinion were much too important, almost non-negotiable, and he’d be among the last people to leave the dinner table. So, she declined (albeit very sweetly) to join him tonight. Harry promised to bring her back a slice of cake for dessert.

“Harry? You paying attention, man?” Jeff looks at Harry expectantly, along with three other bigwig people whose names he had already forgotten. He knew it was rude, but his mind was only half there whenever Y/N wasn’t around.

“What was tha’? Sorry mate,” Harry clears his throat and wraps his ringed hand around his glass, the condensation from his whiskey causing it to nearly escape his grip. He brings it up to his lips to take a small sip. “I’m a bit distracted.”

Jeff mumbles something under his breath about how he didn’t think he’d be so distracted if Y/N had joined them, but Harry chooses to ignore the comment and tune into what was happening so he didn’t embarrass himself in front of the people trying to make business deals with him anymore. He fakes interest like a pro, laughing whenever someone told a joke and good-naturedly throwing in a few of his own. His mother always taught him to be polite and engaged in his company, whether he wanted to be there or not.

When the last of the three important men at the table decide to call it a night Harry too pushed his chair back and stood from his seat at the head of the small rectangular table.

“I think ‘m gonna head home as well,” He slings his coat over his shoulder. “Gotta take Y/N this piece of cake I promised her, and all that.” Harry watches as Jeff stands and shrugs his own coat onto his shoulders.

“Just bring her next time, H,” Jeff shoots down the rest of his drink. “All you think about is her when she’s not around, anyway.”

Harry heats up in embarrassment at his manager’s observation but he knows it can’t be disputed. He sheepishly grins and promises to pay better attention at his next business dinner, but they both know that’s dependent on whether Y/N is at that one too.

His drive home is short and pleasant, filled with thoughts of Y/N and what she’s been doing all night to pass the time. She shared with him what she hoped to accomplish while he was out at dinner, but Harry also knew she had the tendency to scrap all her plans in favor of curling in front of the television to watch Forensic Files re-runs.

Harry jams the key in the door so roughly that for a moment he fears he won’t be able to get it out when it sticks a little bit. Luckily for him, it comes out after a few wiggles, and an embarrassing call to the locksmith is avoided.

”Yeah, hello? Could you come as soon as you can? I’ve gone and jammed my keys in the lock because I was too eager to see my girlfriend…”

“Harry? Is that you?”

Harry smiles to himself. She always asked the same question every time he came home as if it could be anyone else. As if it would be anyone else. “Yes, love,” he responds. “I didn’t forget your cake either. Fancy some?”

Y/N appears moments after his question is asked, eyes slightly drooping from the cat nap he’s sure he’s awoken her from. She’s dressed in his vintage ‘Jamaica’ tee and he’s pretty sure nothing else but a flimsy pair of panties, which makes his cock twitch just the slightest. He ignores it. She wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her chest flat against his in appreciation. He feels her inhale deeply and let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. She missed him just as much as he missed her.

“Thank you! Is this from the place that gives the huge slices?” She’s already unwrapping herself from around him and all but floating to the kitchen, she’s so excited to indulge in her piece of strawberry shortcake. “Share it with me, H? It’s not as good the next day so we need to finish it.”

Even though Harry is too full to take another bite of anything that wasn’t Y/N he immediately agrees, asking if she’d grab him a fork as well. She happily obliges and then leads the way to their comfy L-shaped sofa (which Y/N picked out, swearing it would be perfect for movie nights) snatching the remote off of the coffee table before sitting down.

“Tell me about your dinner. It went well?” Y/N stabs her fork into the spongy piece of cake and then brings it up to her mouth, moaning in delight. Harry watches as she closes her eyes, savoring the taste.

“As well as it could’ve gone without you,” Harry responds nonchalantly, stabbing his own fork into the dessert. Instead of bringing it up to his own mouth, he holds it up to hers. “I wish you were there. Always wish you were when you aren’t.”

Y/N looks at Harry owlishly as she opens her mouth for him. After swallowing, she speaks. “I thought we were supposed to be sharing.”

“We are.”

“It doesn’t count as sharing if you’re just feeding me! I’m still the only one eating it, H!”

Harry hears the amusement in her voice, sees the sparkle in her big, beautiful eyes, and knows she isn’t truly upset with him. Still, he relents and takes a piece for himself before trying to give his girlfriend another one.

“And what did you do tonight?” he nudges his nose against her cheek, reveling in the squeal she lets escape her mouth. “Get anything done on that to-do list you were tellin’ me about?”

“I did,” Y/N sets her fork down in the container of cake and rests her hands on Harry’s shoulder, flinging herself over him so she’s comfortably situated in his lap. Once comfortable, she holds her hand out expectantly. Harry chuckles to himself before placing the container of cake back in her grasp. “I caught up on emails and took a bath. Oh, also called your mom and mine - they both say hello…”

Harry smiles at this. “That’s nice, love,” his hands began to roam the expanse of her thighs, nails digging into the plush, exposed skin. “I’m glad you had a good night. Sorry I had to leave you.”

“I forgive you. Its been made even better by this cake - thanks for remembering.”

They sit in silence like that for a while. Harry gives more bites to Y/N than he gives to himself and by the time the dessert is finished, he couldn’t even say he managed to get even a little piece of strawberry for himself.

Y/N leans forward, bum lifting slightly off Harry’s lap to set the empty container on the coffee table. She turns her neck slightly once re-situated on him, and Harry hums at the sweet taste of cream and strawberries on her tongue. She always tasted so good. They fall into a comfortable silence as the tv plays softly in the background while they make out, the narrator of Forensic Files recounting a tale of how just one red fiber led to the killer’s arrest.

“Cozy enough?” Harry’s question breaks the silence.

“Quite,” Y/N squirms slightly. “Your lap is very comfortable.”

“Well, while I do enjoy looking at the back of your head, I’d much rather see your face.”

“I’m watching Forensic Files.”

While Harry can’t see her face, he can hear the joking tone in Y/N’s voice and proceeds with placing his large palms on her hips. He lifts her pliant body slightly off his lap and re-situates her so she’s straddling him instead of facing forward.

“Much better,” he places a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Now I can see your pretty face.”

“Welllll, now I can’t see what we’re watching.”

“I can tell you what happens.”

Y/N lets out a quiet laugh at this, moving her body so she’s no longer straddling him but has all her weight on one thigh. She wiggles ever so slightly and Harry smirks to himself at the motion, knowing she purposely planted herself like this because the pressure felt good against her little clit (which surely had to be swollen by now).

“Something tells me you’re not really gonna pay any attention, H,” she lowers her head into the crook of his neck. “That’s okay with me.”

Harry loosely rests his hands around the curve of her waist. “Been thinkin’ about you all night, my love,” he allows her to capture his lips in a clumsy kiss, teeth clacking together in her haste. “Been thinkin’ about you, and how much I love you- love making you cum.” His girlfriend laughs at that.

“This is our thing,” she tells him breathlessly, lips pressed against his as she ruts against his thigh. “This always ends up happenin’ when we watch true crime…”

Harry wants to tell her that this only happens when he’s with her, never gets this horny watching true crime television with anyone except her! Y/N’s the only person in the world who can make her feel this way.

“This will always be our thing, will it?” Harry tickles her side and swoons at the sound of her high-pitched giggles. “Jus’ us, cake, and movies?”

Y/N presses a kiss to the dimple on the right side of his face. “Always–– it’s my favorite pastime.”

Harry gives his love a toothy grin before he continues to help her get off on his thigh. He begins to feel her wetness through his dressy pants, the only thing separating her cunt from the fabric covering his thigh being her thin, cotton panties. He really just wants to lap at her cunt most of all, just wants to suck on her clit until she's tangling her hands in his curls and begging him not to stop. But she's determined to get off this way - he can see it in the look on her face. Besides, it's quite fun to watch Y/N come undone on her own accord. He loved when she flat-out used him for her own pleasure. He steadies her out when her movements start to become frantic and she's not getting the right amount of pressure she needs on her clit to come.

Her orgasm washes over her very abruptly--Harry thinks it even takes her a little by surprise. “Can’t forget orgasms, can I?” Y/N looks up at Harry with big, fucked out eyes, waiting for him to clarify. “I said I like it when it’s just us, cake, and movies. Forgot to add in how much I like making you cum, too.”

Y/N grows bashful at this and while Harry would usually apologize for being so vulgar, he means it with every fiber of his being. He's never heard prettier sounds, tasted anyone better, fucked anyone tighter. She was perfect and sweet and all his.

Harry’s not done with her though - not even close! They were really only just getting started. He lifts her off his lap and lays her back on the couch, pulling the meager piece of fabric separating him from her wet cunt off her body. He places his palms flat on the surface of her inner thigh and spreads her legs open, dropping to his knees in front of her. Harry immediately attaches his mouth to her cunt, sucking harshly as he makes eye contact with his girlfriend. She looks down at him with that look that Harry’s so fond over and he nearly loses it.

He begins kneading at her plush ass while his face is buried in her mound, taking note of how she trembles when the tip of his nose nudges against her clit. His tongue travels down to her puckered hole before moving back up to her bundle of nerves, over and over until Y/N grabs at his head and just holds him in place, sick of his teasing.

“S’nice, doll? You deserve this, Y/N,” Harry’s mouth is glistening with her arousal as he briefly pauses his movements to speak to her. “Deserve to feel good and let daddy give you orgasms after I left you here alone all night for a boring business dinner. Least I can do, hmm?”

He doesn’t give her a chance to answer before he’s burying his head into her cunt once more, eating her out like a starved man. She hardly has time to warn Harry that her second orgasm is about to wash over her but she doesn’t have to; he could feel the way her muscles contracted against his tongue as he licked her through it, not letting up even when she locked her thighs around his head.

“One more?”

He’s already undoing the buckle to his pants as he asks this, the familiar clanking sound sending shivers down Y/N’s spine. She’s not sure what she did to deserve three orgasms from her boyfriend tonight, but she figures she must’ve been a very, very good girl for him lately.

“Yes, please,” Y/N lifts her shift up so her boobs are on full display for Harry, not missing the way his eyes hungrily take in the sight of her. “Need one more- need your cock so bad-”

“Shhhh…” Harry slides in swiftly as he shushes her, resting his weight atop her so he was more comfortable. “There, there. ‘M gonna give it to you, pretty girl. I always do, yeah?”

Harry watches as her mouth gapes open with every push of himself inside her. He reaches down in between them to swipe his thumb across her clit as he’s thrusting into her to not only double her pleasure but get her there with him because he was already embarrassingly close but he hated finishing before his girl did. He picks up speed, bending her leg and holding it in his right hand as he grips her tits with his left.

“Rub y’clit for me,” he mutters, thrusts growing sloppy. “Go ahead and rub it.”

Y/N immediately complies and is spasming on Harry’s cock no more than 20 short seconds later, followed by his loud moans as he stills inside her. A warm, fuzzy feeling immediately floods Harry and suddenly all is well again. Never mind the fact Y/N wasn't at his silly business dinner tonight because she was here with him now and that was the most important thing, really.

Harry gently slides out of her and reaches for her discarded underwear, ignoring her protests when he uses it to clean up what spilled out of her before tossing it back on the floor. He'll pick it up later.

"Love you, H...I'll go to your next boring dinner. Promise."

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[harrysmimi]

Boo-Boo Away

Synopsis: One where Harry's left alone with two kinds under two as his wife rests on a sick day

Dadrry Fic

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Harry loves his family.

Without help he was loosing his mind. All of his family is sick from flu. It really started from him, then his wife got sick one of the the kid is breastfeeding.

Bea, the twenty month old and Maeve the two month old were grumpy and moody since last night. Both the parents stayed up to tend to their kids. But YN got even more sick this morning, and she was advised to take rest by her doctor.

Been given birth just two months ago via C-section has already taken a huge toll on her. So, Harry took it upon himself to make YN take a nap and the littlest was all fed and bundled up and fast asleep as well.

Maeve was being difficult to put to sleep, it took him all of a hour and half just rocking her to sleep but it was worth it the moment she fell asleep and he put her next to her Mumma on her bed. She seems to be a little too young to be sick but she's doing the best out of three of the ladies.

Bea could walk, sprint even, so she followed her dad around the house with her blankie dragging behind her as he did the chores. He'd warned the little girl that she could trip and fall with her blankie dragging behind her.

"Princess you will trip like that." He tried to have her hold her blankie in a way she wouldn't fall, bundled up in her arm. But she threw a tantrum. She was adamant to drag it around with her. "Okay, okay, you can have it as your wish." He surrendered.

He placed all of Maeve's clean laundry in the basket as he ran another batch of both the girls clothes. He took the basket out To the kids' room. None of them slept in there, they both liked to sleep in their parents bed. Maeve especially, she is already bonded with her Mummy where as Bea always wants Papa with her.

"Papa." Bea called for him, showing him a toy she's been obsessed with lately. It was a yellow Lego building block. She showed him asking him to go play with her with the building blocks.

"That's so cool, baby." Harry engaged in little conversations with her. She went back out to the living room. "You're still obsessed with that one?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

Both YN and Harry have been used to help by their Doula, who helped them both everything as YN healed from giving birth and the parents focused on bonding with their new baby. It was the same when Bea was born. But now that they're both on their own, the chores have become more challenging.

Especially for Harry today. He had to place each of his steps carefully, not wanting to kick his toddler like a football on accident.

As Harry placed the basket of clean laundry in the kids' room he walked out to a living room scattered with toys. They weren't just just limited to the play area but everywhere in the living room.

Harry wanted to cry.

But he left it at that, he doesn't want Bea to cry, and wake up her Mummy and little sister by that. He'd let be on her own until he's done with the dishes.

The little green eyed girl walked upto him again to show him a scribbly drawing of hers. Harry gave her some encouraging words as she walked back out.

She was still dragging that blankie around the house.

It wasn't until he heard a thud and a loud cry that sent him running outside. Bea had fallen down the two little steps which separated their kitchen and living room. She never missed those, it was definitely that dang blankie. Her cried were loud enough to have her sleepy Mummy get out to see her.

"What happened?" YN came running out too, her tired eyes just daring to shut closed again.

"Hey baby," Harry cooed as both the parents gathered around the toddler. "Did you get hurt?"

"Yes." She nodded as she cried, "here." She pointed at her knee which was obviously red.

"Can you move you leg for me?" YN asked and the girl did, "good baby. And again?"

"Hurt." She sniffled. "Hurt."

"I know baby, but we have to move your leg a little so it won't hurt as much." Harry assured her and made her bend her knee a couple of time carefully but apparently it still hurt.

"Boo-Boo away." She leaned onto her Mummy who was closer to her as her dad inspected her knee, "Boo-Boo away!"

"It's alright, see," Harry placed a delicate kiss on her joint and looked at his wife. "Kiss Boo-Boo away, Mummy." And her mummy did too.

"Why don't we go take a nap? With May-may too." YN suggested, "your Boo-Boo will go away after."

She usually just moves on, but given the toddler is sick her tiny body must already be aching already to add to her injury. Harry picked her up like a little doll she is and walked them to the master bedroom.

It was also when Maeve started to wake up all fussy too. It was hour past her feeding time, Harry didn't even realise that. But YN picked her up immediately and brought her to the bed. She lied down the baby as it was the most comfortable position to feed her. Harry placed Bea on the other side.

"May-may no!" Bea cooed as she gently stroked her sister's head. "Mumma, May-may hurt?"

"No, baby she's just hungry." YN explained, "why don't you just lay down, hmm? Cuddle with May-may and Mummy."

Bea lied down on her dad's side of the bed immediately. Making him jealous just as fast. He could use a nap too, he's been up all night and hasn't slept for even a blink. Since yesterday morning.

"Hey, you wanna join us?" YN asked as he was making his way around their bed to go out and finish up all the chores.

"I've got dishes to wash," he shared.

"We can do that later, take a nap with us." YN pressed so he can take some rest too. And he's just recovered from a flu. "Come on!"

"Okay, okay." He walked back to his side and lied on his side.

It was bit crowded with two babies, but it's cosy. Maeve sleeps in the cot kept in her parents room because she's just too small to be on her own. And her older sister likes to sleep right in between her parents on their bed. It is warm and cosy and safe feeling. But when she's in mood she'll demand to sleep in the nursery, in her own bed. And there also another crib in the parents room where Harry would eventually move Bea too. Especially when she's kicking her dad in stomach and face there.

Bea scooted closer to her dad, using his bicep as her pillow she buried herself in his chest for cuddles. It was quiet. Bea asleep and Maeve still having her milk.

The littlest one was drifting in and out of her sleep there, it was so adorable as she smiled and tiniest dimples popped up on her chubby and fluffy cheeks. And she go right to sucking onto her mum's boob until she was breathless. A hungry, hungry little human she is.

"She's running a marathon." Harry whispered and chuckled softly. He doesn't want Bea to wake up. He moved her to the crib carefully.

Only so her fever doesn't go up with her warming up too much. And they can't turn up the AC too much as all of the girls have cold too. He picked up the baby when she was done eating too, and burped her before she was back in her cot too. He sighed seeing how peaceful both of their babies were sleeping. Finally getting the rest they need.

"Now come here, will you?" Now his wife was demanding his attention. And he obliged. He pulled in closer to his chest there.

"You know I love our babies, but I miss our time alone." He shared.

"Awh!" YN cooed, "we can have alone time after they've recovered from flu."

"Mhmm." He sounded tiredly, "hate to see them that way. Bea has been to grumpy since last night."

"Give her a break, she's still a baby." YN chuckled.

"I know, I know." He nodded, "I'm just jealous they get all your time now."

"They get all your time too!"

"Well..." He laughed, "touché."

"Yeah!" YN got all defensive.

"Once you're all recovered, we're gonna it a good few days, the kiddos can go live with my mum for the weekend and we can go to our villa." He layed a rough plan knowing well it could go wrong anyday, anytime.

"You know both of them haven't been to our home in Italy yet?" YN reminded him.

"Need to get their passports sorted then we can take them there for Christmas, yeah?" He suggested, "till then you and I can have some us time there."

"Yeah we can." She smiled. "I love you."

"And I love you more." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

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[whitemancumslut]

this is nothing. just 2.5K words of me fantasizing about phh/lhh harry as a dad. ignore my delusions— or not, reblog and like:))

imagine!!! the baby is like one when harry has his long hair and lhh being a dad to a little baby girl GOD HEAR ME OUT!!!

i so imagine y/n finding out she’s pregnant at the beginning of phh’s era

“I’m pregnant.”

The words left her mouth quickly. Sick of the anticipation, she sucked in her breath looking up at her boyfriend.

Harry sat there with his fingers intertwined, mouth gone dry from being hung open for too long. His brows are furrowed, his mind trying to translate the words said. “I— Uh—” The only syllables he was able to get out. He cleared his throat vigorously.

“I—I’m—I’m going to be— Are you sure?” His eyes piercing up into hers, stinging with tears. She chuckles, suddenly feeling relief that his reaction seemed a little on the bright side. “Y-yeah,” She pulled out the two ClearBlue test with the clear words Pregnant written across.

Harry’s breath hitches in his throat before he’s able to comprehend anything. His mouth is dry, hesitant, he turns the rest towards him to clearly see it.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He breaths out.

Y/n’s eyes lightened after her whole demeanor had been tense due to the anticipation of his reaction. “Yeah, you are,” She let out a breathy laugh as she tried not to cry. Trying to read his expressions— Harry’s lip eventually twitches into a small smile. Disbelief and happiness all in one. “W-we’re going to be parents?”

Y/n pouts towards him coyly, nodding before pulling him in an soft hug. Harry’s slow to respond but he eventually does. Wrapping his arms around her torso tightly, letting the built up tears of happiness drop on to her t-shirt that she most definitely stole from him.

“Are we ready for this?” She whispered in his shoulder.

They were only twenty. Fresh out of their teen years, nervous as hell, but they made it work.

omg don’t even get me started when they find out the gender!!

Harry would lay down on the bed, resting his head on Y/n’s chest softly just like he’d always do before she was pregnant and caress her bump.

“‘Dats my baby girl in there,” Harry whispered in disbelief. Caressing her bump so ever softly.

“Don’t forget about me,” Y/n pouted softly, joking of course. Harry huffed out a soft chuckle, pressing a passionate kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek. “How could I? I love you, always, my love.” He reminded her kindly of his love her before resuming to the view of her glowing stomach. Treating her like the queen she deserves to be treated like, he was always so soft and gentle when he spoke and touched her.

Y/n’s fingers tangled in his tight curls that went all the way down to his shoulders and caressed his scalp softly. Getting his attention by calling him with a small “Baby.”

“Yes,” He answered lowly like he was going to awake the baby.

too cute too cute too cute

“Not trying to push you or anything. But inside that head of yours were there any names that came to you? Or not yet?” Y/n couldn’t imagine that he didn’t think of any names yet.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath before turning to Y/n and saying, “Yes, plenty, but i feel like the perfect one won’t come until she does, you know what I mean,” He said. “I need to see her first, you know,” He looked back down at her belly then at her.

“Well it’s nice to have ideas. Can I hear what you got?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

ima explode

“Throw em at me,” She smirked.

“My first thought was, Rosie.” He said simply, looking up at Y/n, hesitance in his voice. A large smile grew on her face at the sweet soft name. “Go on,” She urged.

He smiled lightly. “Lily, Maeve, Lucy, Ellie, Hailey— like e y or l e e,” Every name out in a blink of an eye. Y/n couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle as he continued naming names like he had a list engraved in his brain.

god i so believe that he’d lay back next to her and just rant about baby names and go, “well yeah there’s mine. yours?” :(( so baby

I also feel they would hide the whole pregnancy from the press. At least try to. Many fans would be suspicious on why they don’t see Harry and Y/n together as much— many would think they are just not spotted. But really Y/n is trying to hide her growing fetus.

ugh!! imagine how thrilled he’ll be to be a father:((

hes def the type to adress y/n and the baby as two.

“I’ll be right back,” Pecking his girlfriends lips and letting his two hand lay up on her belly. “I love you… both.”

i’m going to cry

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—One Year Later—

fuck ima scream. imagine lhh about to go on stage and can’t leave the baby alone:(

Lily giggles as her father blew into her soft belly. Kicking her little chubby legs as if it’ll fight him off. The little airs hitting her stomach tickling her. She laughs ridiculously hard at her dad’s actions.

Fifthteen minutes before the concert starts and Harry can’t get enough of the little chubby baby. Her laugh was so contagious, her beautiful smile. Teething, baby. Two teeth at the bottom, two at the top.

Y/n sat next to her baby as Harry cooed to her sweetly. “Argh! You’re just the cutest arent ya’” Harry cooed before pressing his lips against his daughters cheek, giving her a sweet kiss.

Dressed in a simple black long-sleeve shirt, with matching skinny jeans and his favorite boots, Harry swore to himself he was going to get up and go with the boys soon but every time he would kiss Lily and Y/n goodbye and try to go for the door, he swore the baby called, “Da da,” and came back for an extra five minutes.

“Harry you have to go,” Y/n chuckled.

“I know I know. It’s time she naps anyway, huh?”

Y/n nods sweetly at her fiancé before taking her baby in her arms. “You might as well take one with her, lovie.” Hoping his girls gets some much needed-rest while she could. Harry presses a kiss to each of their foreheads before stepping out of the dressing room.

Harry would come back to his dressing room, sweaty, bottom of water half-empty, hair falling out of bun. But all exaggeration leaves his body when he spots his two girls passed out on the long sofa of his dressing room.

and then just imagine when they get a chance home. the baby would be about 14 months now. harry has come home from tour, the band hit its hiatus. imagine lhh with a baby at home! ima cry fr

Harry would wake up in his L.A home. His fiancée by his side and his baby fast asleep.

“Da da!”

Harry’s heart beams every-time he hears it come out of her squeaky small voice. So cute, so small, he was going to explode. “Yes baby, Da Da,” Pressing pepper kisses on her nose, as she let’s out a little giggle.

“Okay let’s get you fed, yeah?”

Harry placed the tiny plastic green spoon against his daughters lips. Her favorite flavor ever, Banana.

“Mmh,” She shook her head.

Harry pouted, “No? This is your favorite, darling. At least try it,” He placed the spoon between her sealed pink lips, getting them to slowly pry open.

She begins letting Harry place the banana flavored liquidated mush in to her mouth. He sooner earned a, “Mmhm!” Harry chuckled fondly as she squeaked to the delightful taste of her favorite flavor.

“Mmh!” Harry mocked his daughter playfully, impersonating her reaction to delicious food. “More?”

She scrunched her face up she proud took another spoonful, Harry wiping the dripping banana mush off her chin with her bright colored bib.

nah because that baby is his and he’s gonna do whatever to protect her. that’s his ‘princess.’

“Good morning, princess,” He greets quietly as he steps into the nursery. Loud babbling alarmed him to step into the room, telling him she had awoken.

When he bent over the crib, he was met with her big wide colorful eyes. Babbling to her father, arms stretched, hoping to be held. Her lip quivers scared who wouldn’t get the message, “Da Da,” she’d whimper.

“O-oh my baby!” He’d coo babyishly. Tending to his daughter, Harry would pick up his baby up, setting her on his hip as she clings to his shirtless body. “Don’t cry m’pretty girl. Don’t ye’ cry.”

He bounced her in her arms, giving her soft kisses to her temple.

The fact the baby would probably be a daddy’s girl would be so !!! like when the baby is like 18 months and they’re able to say simple, “mommy,” and “daddy”’s

“Daddy,” Her lip would quiver after watching her Daddy leave the room and Harry would immediately revert his tracks. Harry shirtless with his hair tied up and just into his shorts as he was about to jump into the shower. But immediately making a 360 turn to his fiancée and daughter on the large bed in their bedroom.

“I’m right here baby,” He said walking back to his daughter. Hand out to her, she’d wrap her little hand around his two fingers.

“Daddy's going to shower he’ll be right back,” Y/n promised, holding her. The child tried to move towards the edge of the bed to crawl towards her father but Y/n held her hold.

“I’ll be right back, baby, promise,” Harry pouted.

please i just know he hates leaving her!!

When he’d walk away, again… Her lip would tremble and her eyes would swell with tears, “Da-Daddy,” She called silently.

Harry’s quick to look back her watching him walk to the bedrooms master bathroom.

“Oh baby, come here,” He took her right when the tear finally fell down her cheek. She curled up into his neck as he rubbed down her back sympathetically.

Y/n’s quick to hold her up and let Harry tend to her. As much as Y/n would be jealous of the favoritism Lily has over her for her father she couldn’t blame her— Harry treated her like a little princess.

“How about we take a bath, yeah? Wanna do that?”

Harry let’s her soft hand hold his large finger, he doesn’t get a response but Y/n smiles before saying, “I’ll get it set up.”

harry taking gears when y/n is exhausted.

“Oh hello my gorgeous girls,” Kissing them both on the foreheads softly, Y/n would smile wholeheartedly.

Holding the bottle up to Lily’s mouth Y/n smiled sleepishly at Harry. “Hi,” She spoke quietly. Harry looked her in the eyes and immediately noticed the sleep she was craving.

“Oh my love, I got this. Why don’t you rest for the night? I got ha’” He offered, holding his hand out for the baby.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah you’ve been with her all day, I’ve got her,” Harry answered sweetly taking the baby from Y/n’s arms. He felt all though he was tired she deserved the rest more than he did.

“Well she’s fed, she just wanted to drink outta the cup for a while, I guess. You got this?” She checked.

“Yeah,” He assured her.

“Mmh, you’re the best. Thank you baby.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, before receiving one of for her own. “Always. Goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight.”

Y/n kissed Lily on the head before heading upstairs to bed.

Harry bounced Lily in his arms softly, going to lie down on the sofa.

Humming whatever tune in his head. Whatever it was he couldn’t get it out of his head. Pulling the silly cup away from her mouth as she began to doze off, Harry laid Lily’s body up on his broad chest.

Singing against her forehead ever so lightly. A tune that’s been stuck in his head all day, humming it softly above his daughters head as he stared up at the bare ceiling.

IM GOING TO EXPLODE.

harry’s def the type to give her a little talks when he’s stressed or just out of it.

“I think mumma’s upset with me,” He’ll speak lowly, sitting in the chair in the nursery, holding his daughter straight forward cradled in his arms.

“I’m trying,” He’ll tell her. “I just wish I could be with you guys all the time, you know. I’m trying to— you guys are my number one priority, you know that right? But I don’t want mommy to think the opposite,” He told her truthfully. “Do you think I'm doing a good job?” He asked the question, not getting any response.

“I know mummy thinks I'm doing a bad job.” He speaks sadly, “I know she feels like she’s on her own. But I’m trying I really am—” Lily’s eyes brightened and her small hand grabbing at his face in response.

“I— What? What you grabbing at—” He lent forward to see her mission on his face only for her to grab at his long strands of hair. Opening her mouth wide, Harry’s eyes widen, “No, my love. You cannot chew my hair,” He chuckled, pulling his hair back from her mouth on for her to began swinging around her tiny finger. “I really wish I could be with 24/7,” He sighed. “Soon, though. Just gotta make it up to mumma. She doesn’t deserve to be all alone on this. You could be a handful my little angel,” He teased. Knowing she couldn’t understand most of what he was ranting about was the most comforting thing about this conversation.

“I love you,” He sighed. “I’m trying,” He promised her. Letting her softly tug on his hair, her eyes focused on the hair, and his focused on her large ones. “Do you believe me?” Brushing her hair back softly, Harry brushed his nose against hers, “I’m sorry if I’m not doing well, baby. I’m trying to be their for you guys everyday but you know, the band. But it’s okay, alright? Because the boys— we are planning a little break. I’m hoping during that break I could spend everyday with you and mummy, yeah? Speaking of which, what you think about me doing my own thing? You think Daddy can do it, huh? Without the boys, Daddy can do it by himself, right? I mean it’s only a little break but if I ever wanted to focus on just something like a solo thing… do you think I can do something with it?”

Lily babbled baby noises that made Harry chuckle. A little yawn followed, telling him it was about time he wrapped this midnight talk up. Smiling softly at his daughter, their matching dimples mirroring each other. “I always knew you’ll be my number one supporter,” He chuckled pressing a kiss to her nose. “I love you with my whole heart, lovebug. So much it hurts.”

i def over did. it with the end but i couldn’t help it ugh that’s his baby:(

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[mulledcherrywine]

Summer in Italy - IG Concept

summary: y/n is a florist from London, with a very small following and spends a summer in Italy with harry 🤭

this is my first ig concept so any feedback/kind words is vv appreciated 🫶🫶

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harryflorals Harry and y/n in Italy earlier today!

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yourinstagram brb i’m cancelling my flight home

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yourbestfriend Y/NNNN. COME HOME. I MISS U.

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harrystyles Venice. 2023.

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[serenestyles]

Pick me up.

Warnings- alcohol consumption, pet names and that's it really. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Summary- You and Harry haven't seen each other in a while, you're both head over heels for each other but neither of you will acknowledge it. You give him a call and he picks you up on his way home.

A/N- This is based on the unreleased song 'Pick me up' because its been stuck in my head for absolutely ages. This took me forever to write, I don't know why. I'm British so we use 'realised' instead of 'realized' etc. This piece is absolutely awful in my opinion but, nevertheless. I hope you enjoy :)

Feel free to send me any asks!🩷

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You sighed as you scrolled through your contacts on your phone, desperately trying to find his name. You and Harry hadn’t seen much of each other in the past few weeks. God, it was nearly a month. You were swamped with work and found yourself working late at the office almost every day. Harry was spending all of his time either in the studio, writing, at the gym or resting. He was exhausted from touring and you knew and respected that. 

You finally found his name in your contacts, Harry with a little pink flower emoji next to it. You smiled as you remembered the day you had changed his contact name to that. He had brought you some pretty pink tulips and taken you to the studio to play you demos of some songs that he had been working on (which had you smiling about it ear to ear for weeks). 

It was a Friday night and you had nothing better to do than lie on your bed and think about the man you so desperately wanted to be with. Your thumb hovered above his name. You contemplated pressing on it for a second until you finally took a deep breath and tapped it. You held the phone to your ear, listening to the first ring. You really weren’t too sure if he was going to pick up or not, you just laid there and hoped for the best. The second ring sounded through your ears, then the third and then the fourth. You were just about to lose hope until halfway through the fifth ring, you heard his voice.

“Hi sweetheart.” A smile graced your lips as a picture of him with his phone to his ear, leaning against the wall with a small smirk on his face popped into your thoughts. 

“Hi Harry. I’m sorry I haven’t called much recently. I’ve been rushed off my feet.” The feeling of guilt washed over your body.

“Don’t apologise. I'm always working, it’s a problem but I stopped as soon as I saw your name pop up on my phone.” Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting a call but, uh, what are you doing right now?” He asked.

“In all honesty, I’m doing absolutely nothing. I was calling to see when you were next free. I’ve missed you.” The last party was said sheepishly compared to the rest of the sentence.

“I’ve missed you too, love. But lucky for you, I’ve just wrapped some things up in the studio so I’ll pick you up on the way home. You can stay at mine tonight.” Harry sounded certain on that and who were you to contradict? The last part of the phone call was a rush, you said something along the lines of ‘Okay, thank you. See you soon H.’ and then you both said your goodbyes. 

As soon as the line went dead, you jumped out of bed. You practically ran over to your wardrobe and pulled the doors open to find something to quickly throw on and grab some things to throw into your overnight bag. You didn’t have to worry about grabbing a toothbrush because you already kept one at Harry’s house. You settled for a pair of leggings and a grey slogan printed sweatshirt to wear since it was quite chilly outside. It was simple but it made you look cute. Harry had always said that you pulled off anything that you wore. 

You waited by the door for a text from Harry to tell you that he was outside. Your nerves had you tapping your foot and running your fingers through your hair. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t as if this was your first time going to Harry’s House. Your phone vibrated in your hand and his name lit up your phone screen. The text read ‘I’m outside. Ready when you are x’. You took one deep breath and walked outside. You saw his car and he turned his head to look at you. He smiled. You swore that you could faint any time you saw that smile. You locked your door and jogged down the steps in front of your house and towards his car. 

After shutting the passenger door and clipping your seat belt in, you felt the air become thicker. You two made small talk and spoke about things that had happened in the time that you hadn’t seen each other. It was then that you realised how seriously busy he had been. 

“You didn’t have to come and get me tonight you know. You could’ve told me how busy you were! I know I said I wanted to see you but I could’ve waited for a few days.” You felt awful. You wished he’d told you to wait until he actually had a free day and had at least taken time to give himself some rest. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “It was my choice to come and get you wasn’t it? It's been a while, that's okay though. Let's be honest, you called me and said you missed me. Of course I wanted to see you as soon as possible so I picked you up. Your house is basically on my way home anyway.” At that point, you questioned why you hadn’t made it official yet. You both so clearly wanted each other. 

You had both silently decided that you were each others after that night that you met. It had been casual for months since then. Neither of you had been with anyone else. You were basically together, you kept a toothbrush at his house, you would spend every night at one of your houses when you were both free and you would buy each other little gifts here and there but neither of you had actually made it official yet. You seriously wondered why but now wasn’t the time to bring it up.

Before long, you found yourself at the familiar door of Harry’s house. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at knowing that in moments you would finally be embraced by the home-y smell and feeling of his home that made you feel at ease instantly once again. 

As you walked in, you took your bag from off of your shoulder and placed it down. Harry walked into his kitchen and leant on the kitchen island, the open plan of his house still allowing him to see you putting your bag down and taking yourself over to him. 

You leant on your elbows at the opposite side of the island to him. You looked into his eyes. “Hi.” He said softly, his eyes creasing with a wide smile on his face. That smile. You were thankful that you were leaning on something that would hold your weight because your legs were honestly about to give out. That man made you so weak and he knew it. He just didn’t know to what extent. 

You two talked. About what? Literally anything and everything. Once Harry had cracked open a bottle of the red wine that he knew you especially liked, you two couldn’t stop chit-chatting. 

You started by reminiscing the times you had been out on little dates and how he had always brought you a bouquet of flowers when he showed up at your door to come and get you. Then the pair of you moved on to talk about all the random things that happened whilst you hadn’t seen each other. And then you let it slip that you’d had multiple fans ask you if you and Harry were a couple when you attended multiple of his shows. He didn’t really ask what you had said in response and had only just given you a smile sweeter than one you had seen all night whilst he let his gaze linger on you for longer than it usually did. From then on, you were too tipsy to recall most of what you had said.

The next thing you remembered was waking up the next morning in Harry’s bed with him. Your limbs were tangled around one another and he had you pulled against him in a tight hug. “Jesus.” you rasped. You saw Harry shift under you and heard him let out a breathy chuckle as you noticed the two nearly empty glasses of wine with the empty bottle of wine stood next to it on the bedside table. “We don’t need any more of that wine any time soon. We need water.” You stated matter-of-factly. When Harry opened his mouth to react, his phone started to vibrate. It wasn’t doing anything to help the great pounding in both of your heads. He frantically scrambled about to find the device whilst groaning at the ache that his entire body felt. “My mother’s calling.” He threw his head back as if he was in realisation of something. “Shit. It's Gemma’s birthday tomorrow and I forgot to pick up the cake that she ordered. I was meant to be there at ten” He swiped to answer Anne’s phone call and let himself fall back against the soft, plush pillows of his bed. You glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was eleven o’clock already.

You raised yourself up slowly as Harry started speaking and decided to clear away the glasses and bottle of wine that the pair of you have left in the bedroom and tidy up any other mess you two had made throughout the night and into the early morning.

As you had finished cleaning the glasses that you had used and put them away, Harry emerged from his room. He looked unreal. You adored the sleepy smile on his face, the way his locks were all tousled and how his shirtless muscles flexed as he stretched his arms. He made his way over to you and started to speak in a sweet and audible mumble “I need to get ready and go m’love.” All he saw was how you looked over to him, poorly hiding the disappointment behind your eyes. He didn’t even need you to speak. He laced his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head. “I know sweetheart. I know. I would rather spend most of the day here with you but I’ve got to go get that cake and then I’ve got a meeting at one and after that I’m going to Mum’s house.” You inhaled deeply and took in his scent. It puzzled you how he always smelt good. “When are you free again?” The sadness of your voice was slightly less prominent than you expected. However, you knew that he was a busy man and you were so grateful that he still made time for you. 

He unhooked his arms from you and stepped back so he could see you. “I don’t know, if I’m honest.” He sounded guilty and god, did you hate that. You looked up at him with a smile in an attempt to rid him of his tone. “That's okay. I understand. You’re a busy man H.” He looked down at you and his eyes lit up as if he had had an idea.

“Listen, I’m going to have an insane couple of weeks. I’ve got a load of shit to take care of but after I’ve finished it I’ll take a month off.” You went to protest but he silenced you before words left your mouth by placing both hands on your cheeks. “Don’t try and persuade me otherwise with your little ‘I’d feel awful’ thing. I want to take a month off and I want to spend every single day with you. Hell, I’ll take the rest of my days off if it means being with you” That man would be the death of you, you were sure of it. 

You met his eyes and yours lit up to match his. “Are you sure? You know how awful I’d feel and you’ll be swamped with so much shit to get done once you’ve had your time off.” You were so very clearly happy yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from rambling. Harry laughed. He fucking laughed. You stood there, mouth agape. “I was trying to warn you about how busy you’ll be when you get back to work, you dick.” He laughed again as he watched you shake your head and fight a smirk.

“I couldn’t care less about how busy I’ll be when I get back to work. I just want to spend time with you. I wasn’t laughing about you being concerned either, I just couldn’t help myself when you went on a rant. You are not going to convince me that this isn’t a good idea, okay?” You nodded in response with a massive grin like a Cheshire cat. 

You stood embracing each other for a few more minutes before you went and got a shower and Harry cleaned up the remains of the mess. The shower was refreshing and eased the pain in your head slightly. You changed into the clothes that you’d packed into your bag last night and made your way into the kitchen again. 

Harry had just headed for his shower. You sat yourself on one of the chairs situated around the island and patiently waited for him whilst checking your notifications that you’d missed. You’d had 12 texts from your best friend. Fuck. She definitely thought you were dead and you had some major explaining to do.

Harry emerged from his bedroom in a coral suit with a black button down underneath. Oh, he looked good. “Let me get you home angel.” He smirked before adding “You look good in that outfit y’know.” The blush that spread across your cheeks after was so prominent that you almost felt embarrassed. 

You gathered your things with his help and you both made your way to his car. You were almost disheartened to be going home, you craved more time with Harry but you knew that you didn’t have to wait too long until you had a month with him all to yourself. The drive was spent mostly in comfortable silence filled with the radio with the occasional little words between you .

The car came to a halt and you realised that you were home. You looked over to Harry. “Thank you Har, I’ve really missed you.” He beamed at you.“I’ve missed you too, I seriously have. I promise I’ll give you a call tonight.” He leant in to you and closed the gap between your mouths. It was a short peck yet was filled with emotion. You pulled back coyly. “Bye darling.” He beamed, once again. You said goodbye, grabbing your bag and exiting the car. You turned around and gave him a little wave. He returned it with a wink. You couldn’t comprehend how he kept getting more and more attractive to you as you spent more time with him. You unlocked your door as he drove off. When you entered your house, thoughts of him swam around your head.

You were utterly obsessed with him and you really didn’t know what to do about it.

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[a-strange-familiar]

wait! since harry's birthday is tomorrow can you make a fic about y/n celebrating his birthday?

Yeahhhhh... It's just a small fic , I'm actually busy with my exams🥲.... but I couldn't resist this. IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY. (Not proof read)

Thank you for the request nonnie, let me know if you like it <3

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Birthday boy

Harry woke up with his beautiful girlfriend pressing kisses all over his face and neck. He hummed at the feeling and smiled with his eyes closed.

He appreciated the love and the softness of her lips for a while and opened his eyes to his girlfriend who is smiling now.

"Happy birthday, baby!" She said with a huge grin and pressed her lips to his passionately. He let her kiss him,there is no other best way to start his birthday other than this anyway.

She pulled away from him, with the same beautiful smile that he fell in love with.

"What a great way to start my day." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Anything for the birthday boy. And now get up because your girlfriend did a lot of hardwork and made you breakfast." She said while getting off of the bed.

Harry just chuckled and shook his head at his girlfriend while she practically ran out of the room.

After a while he went down stairs and found his Y/n arranging the table with amazing breakfast.

"Baby, this smells soo good." He complimented her while sitting on the chair.

"Thank you, bubs."

"But really you didn't have to do all of this. I would be happy to just spend some time with you." He admitted while stuffing his mouth with the delicious breakfast that his love made for him.

"Oh shhhh. It's your birthday obviously I'm gonna cook for you, but don't get used to it. It's only your birthday special." She said with a cheeky smile on her face.

He laughed." I'll keep that in mind, and I'm glad you made this, this is soo good."

They had their breakfast while talking and laughing.

After completing breakfast and loading the dishes in the dishwasher they settled on the couch for a bit. Few minutes later there is a knock on the front door.

Harry furrowed his brows and asked "Are we expecting someone ?"

Y/n just shrugged her shoulders and ushered him to open the door.

The moment he opend the door he met with two bright smiling familiar faces.

His mother and sister shouted and practically lunged at him and attacked him with a hug. He was surprised, no he was shocked to see them and also skipped a heartbeat for the sudden shouting. But he embraced them, he smiled at his mother and sister and hugged back tightly.

"Mom, Gemma! What are you guys doing here ? " He asked once they pulled back from each other.

"It's your big day, lil bro. Obviously we will be here." Gemma said and hugged him again.

"Happy birthday, H." She said to him.

"Thank you, Gem."

After pulling away from Gemma, Anne went in for a hug again. "Happy birthday my love. I'm soo happy and proud of you for everything you have done."

"Thank you,mum." He could feel tears brimming in his eyes but he stopped before falling.

Y/n joined them while they are talking and Gemma noticed her first and went to hug her. They both hugged and laughed about something Gemma said.

He can't help but awe at the sight of his girlfriend, the love of his life and his mother talk and laugh together happily.

They all went inside and caught up on each other and talked about everything and anything.

While his mother and Y/n are in the kitchen together, Harry can't help but fall in love with her all over again. The way his love and his mother are talking and being comfortable with each other is just making him soo happy. The way his mother tipped her head back laughing at something Y/n said and placing her palm over Y/n's, he couldn't help but observe these little details.

Gemma sat with him and patted on his shoulder. " penny for your thoughts "

He smiled

"Nothing just happy that you both made it here. I'm soo happy to spend time with you guys."

"Me too. We missed you a lot. And you have to thank Y/n for this. She is the one who planned this and made us fly here. She booked the tickets and asked us to keep it as a secret from you." Gemma smiled and squeezed her brothers hand.

Harry just went speechless with that. His love towards her increasing with every passing minute. His heart is bursting with happiness and love.

Gemma squeezed his hand again. "She is perfect Harry, I have never seen you this happy or soo deep in love. Trust me she is the one. Never let her go."

He turned his head and looked at the women he is madly in love with, still talking to his mother about something that she is showing on her phone.

Then he met eyes with Y/n. She turned her head and looked at him, meeting his emerald ones. She smiled at him and blew him a kiss.

He smiled with his heart in his eyes, how is he not supposed to fall in even more love with her ?

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Harry and his mother are driving back home from the grocery store, apparently his mother need some ingredients to make deserts . So they both ran to store to get them.

"You look so happy, darling " his mother said while both are half way into the drive.

He smiled and said "I am , mum. I'm soo happy and feel soo lucky"

"I'm happy you guys are here. I'm happy because Y/n makes me happy " He said with smile adored his face and blush creeping his neck.

"I'm soo happy to see you guys together. You both are soo good to each other. I can't wait her to be completed family. It's not like she is not a family now, but I can't wait to completely make her my daughter." Anne said and squeezed his arm.

The taught of marrying Y/n brought butterflies in his stomach. They have been dating for three years now and madly in love ever since. They were friends before that and that blossomed into lot more later.

With Y/n he felt safe, he felt like he never loved anyone before. He felt comfortable around her to show his flaws and be himself, her felt confident. He felt home with her.

She is his muse.

He had been imagining his future with her form soo long, but now that even his mother saying that made him happy. Him marrying her and having kids and building a home with her, everything is soo surreal.

"Yeah, even I can't wait for that "

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When they entered the house everything is soo silent, he wonderd where Y/n is.

As he and his mother made their way inside he got startled with a huge sound of people shouting happy birthday.

His friends and his team, band everyone are present. Everyone wearing a party hat and some party glasses.

Harry is soo happy to see everyone, house is decorated. It's simple but beautiful, he figured that Y/n did it all with Gemma's help. His heart swelled at that, she did this for him. Surprised him with his mother and sister and now a Surprise party. She is an angle he thought.

"Mum, you knew about this, didn't you ?" Harry asked his mother.

She smiled and shrugged.

There are just few people it's not a huge party, just selected amount like his close friends like Jeff, Glen, Mitch, Sarah and his whole band and team and few other close friends. Exactly how he like. It's intimate and special.

Everyone wished and hugged him.

Jeff came and hugged him "Happy birthday,man"

"Thanks, Jeffery."

"Wow your getting old." He teased him which earned a swat on his arm by his wife Glenn.

"Happy birthday, Harry." She hugged him too

"Thank you, Glenn." He smiled

Even with room full of people he like his eyes and heart still searched for Y/n. She is not in the room, maybe in the kitchen.

Just as he was about go find her, she appeared from the kitchen with a cake in her hands. She changed into a beautiful and simple dress which made him loose his mind she also had a party cap on her head.

She slowly made her way to every with a smile on her face. His angle .

She placed the cake down and stood infront of Harry. He circled his hands around her waist and pulled into a hug and nuzzles his face into her neck and breathed her in.

"I love you, my angle." He said and pulled away from her neck but stood the same with his arms around her.

"I love you too, honey."

He smiled and kissed her. Longer than a peck and shorter than an actual kiss, but very short for his liking.

"Happy birthday, love"

He cut the cake while everyone is singing him the birthday song while his love is beside him all the time. He blew the candles while wishing for happiness, their happiness.

He couldn't let her go from his side. He kept her close throughout the party. While Y/n is playing a good hostess duty and making sure everyone is having a great time, he roamed with her like a lost puppy.

At one point everyone got loose, not drunk but definitely not completely sober. Harry started some slow music and encouraged everyone to dance. He pulled Y/n to the center and started dancing with her. His arms around her waist and her's around his neck. They slowly started swaying to the music enjoying the silence around even though there are people around they left like it's only them in the room.

"Happy birthday." She said maybe for the 15th time since morning and pecked his lips.

He slowly chuckled "thank you, love"

She smiled

"Really, thank you for everything." He said and pulled her even closer to him so they are pressed to each other.

"This is the bare minimum, Harry. I would do anything for you."

It's fixed, he is completely fucked with love and he is making her his wife.

"And I have some gifts waiting for you upstairs, once the party is over we'll get to that." She said and rested her head on his should.

"I don't want any of those gifts, love. All I need is right infront me in my arms. That's enough for me.:

She looked in his eyes and then his lips.

He closed the gap between them and kissed her. Very slow and passionate. He parted her lips with his tounge and entered into her mouth. His lips moved with her with ease. They fit perfect together, like a missing piece of puzzle. They are perfect together.

After few more minutes they pulled away and to get some air.

"Best birthday ever "

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“So I just…. Suck?” Her eyes looked at him skeptically. In her hand was his length, hot and heavy in her palm. Twitching in interest as her gaze flitted between his cock and his eyes.

When she had asked for his help with something, Harry had not imagined this. Not in the slightest. Asking him if it was cool if she helped him figure out how to do some of the sexual shit with someone he trusted before she checked off ‘one night stand’ from the bucket list. It was a bit out of left field if you asked him, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to deny her.

He had a really hard time telling her no. Ever.

“Well… you can, but there can be more to it than that.” He chuckled, lightly brushing his fingers over her hair. “You got t’tease, usually. I mean, you can just go for it. It’ll still feel great. And you’ve got a good mouth for it.” Oops. Hadn’t meant to say that, but he swiftly moved on. “But if you just… kiss on it a bit. Lick. Explore. It fluffs up the ego. Can’t lie- even just how you reacted to my dick made me feel great.”

She had cursed, eyes wide as she had taken him into her hand. Looking over it in awe and telling him she had no clue how the fuck it would fit in her mouth, Y/N was so stupidly sexy and didn’t have a clue just how hot it was. Just her smaller hand wrapped around him and seeing her on her knees between his spread thighs was wank bank material.

“Hm.” She hummed, looking over him. “It’s good when it’s wet, right?”

Harry could feel her warm breath puffing out over him, a bit distracted from that. Even just feeling her hand wrapped around him was something that had him feeling weak. At his nod, she simply pulled back, spitting right over the head of his cock and letting her hand begin to smear it over the length with the hand around it. Harry couldn’t help the groan that left his mouth, swallowing thickly as he watched her spit coat his cock in a thin layers.

“That’s one way to do it.” He mumbled. “Good. You’ve got the sex eyes down.” She really did. The mix of her stroking him slowly with her wet hand and her hot gaze, he felt a bit out of sorts. Usually he was the one who teased her but now, the tables had turned.

“Wasn’t even trying.” She sighed, scooting closer between his legs. “And I suck now?” The tilt of her head with her genuine interest went straight to his stomach, making his cock twitch in her hand. The eye contact she kept with him was hot but also unnerving, his hand gently pushing the hair a bit tighter into his hand so he could help if need be.

“Mhm. Just watch the teeth. Don’t take too much. Just… gentle. I’ll tell you how you’re doing.” He rasped, watching as she broke the eye contact and looked down to the leaking tip. There wasn’t any other hesitation as she brushed her tongue along it. The hot muscle running over the sensitive bit made him exhale sharply, a soft hum leaving her mouth as she decided it didn’t taste too bad. “Can just suck on the tip a bit, if you’d like. It won’t be too hard.”

“Easy for you to say.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re massive.” It was a bit intimidating but equally as impressive to her, leaning forward and carefully taking the head into her mouth. Leading with her tongue cushioning the underside, she exhaled through her nose as she wrapped her lips around it and suckled just a bit. It wasn’t too bad, but she found herself getting more excited as she took a bit more in.

Harry’s reaction was part of it. Leaning his head back against the couch, the sight tightening of his fist. The twitch of him in her mouth as she took her time, slowly sucking and licking over him. It was hot. Seeing his jaw clenched and his other hand white knuckling the pillow, she knew she had to be doing something right.

“There we go. That’s it.” He praised. His tone has dropped a bit more to the type he had when he was freshly woken up, eyes lulling a bit as she began to experiment a bit. “You’re doin’ amazing, love. Such a fast learner. Should have known.” His gaze was locked on her lips stretched around him, pushing down a bit and pulling back up as she got used to him.

He could have cried when she pulled off, strings of her spit connecting her swelling bottom lip with his dick. “What else can I do? What do you like?” She continued the lazy strokes, not moving her mouth too far from him. “Is it like the porn? Do I just take it in my throat? I don’t want to get or anything.” A slight furrow in her brow was soothed when his hand unfurled from the pillow and came to stroke her brow. She was adorable for this, and if he wasn’t so horny, he would coo.

“No, no. Feels great when you’re able to get me in your throat but I’d never expect that from a first time.” He didn’t like the idea of anyone just shoving themselves down her throat. “You can do a lot with how much you’re taking now. I… I like it wet.” He didn’t know why he felt a bit shy admitting that. “Messy. I think the hottest thing is when they enjoy it too. Don’t care about being prim and proper. Some people aren’t into giving it like that, and that’s alright but… I don’t think any man is going to turn away a blowie like that.”

Y/N was up for the challenge, it seemed.

Harry had to compliment her ability to take notes. As much as he likes her eagerness- part of him was a bit nervous he wouldn’t last. She spit over the length of him again, slicking him up and pressing him back into her mouth with a hum. The whole thing has caught him off guard- just as much as her asking him to help her out and teach him.

The quick learner she was, it took little time for her to adjust. There was a slight moment where he has to remind her of her teeth, but she took it in stride. Simply adjusting and continuing, watching his reactions as she found herself enjoying it. It was the knowledge that she was the one making him moan. Hearing the hitch in his breath, letting him adjust her by her hair, it was something she hadn’t anticipated liking nearly as much as she did. And it showed.

“Fuck me.” He groaned, relishing in the feeling of the hot mouth sucking him in and the hand stroking him up and down. “Don’t know what the hell you were worried about. You’re doin’ so fucking good.” The words slurred, lost in the sound of the slick click of her hand stroking him in time with her mouth. “You’re so good. Gonna make me cum soon.”

His mouth held back a lot. He didn’t want to make it weird because hell, this was his friend, but just her true want to do it and determination to find the best way to please him outsold some of the other blowies he had gotten in his life. Her focus was his pleasure and getting his praise, his feedback. Somehow it made it hotter than a lot of other things. Her trust in him, too. She trusted him to do this.

“So I’m good at this, then?” She popped off for a moment, licking over the slit. “Won’t seem… clueless? I want to go for sexy. Is one time enough?” The question made him throb. The prospect of getting her mouth again? He would never turn that down.

“As long as you do what I show you… but maybe we should practice a few more times. If that’s you want, darling. You’ve got a sweet mouth already. I’d be honored to show you more.”

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for the sleepover!!

just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx

✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.

You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.

You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.

Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.

“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.

“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”

You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”

Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.

“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.

Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.

“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.

Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”

He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).

Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.

When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.

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[twostepstyless]

This is Harry on holiday with his Mrs. It’s the first big trip you guys have went on together that’s just dedicated to spending days wandering round being tourists with no time constraints. Exploring areas off the beaten track with your hands always loosely intertwined. This one photo is from after dinner one night, you exit the restaurant with Harry in front of you as you stop to take a quick photo of Harry’s back wandering round the almost deserted street given the late hour and almost every other place has pulled their shutters down for the night. Harry doesn’t take too many steps away from you though, when he realises the hand he’s been so used to have holding yours is left empty when he’s reaching back towards you. Quickly turning round he sees you with your phone up and quickly poses for you before his hand is back out reaching for yours. Handing him your phone to quickly put away in his bag you’re latching back onto his hand with a giggle before lazily strolling back to where you’re staying on this portion of your trip, excited for another day of holiday bliss tomorrow.

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harry is y/n's boss, and he's also a super rich ceo :)

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Y/N never planned on becoming a personal assistant.

In fact, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life. College was enlightening because she was having a good time learning a little bit of everything, but it was almost…too much. How was she supposed to settle on just one career when the world was filled with so many different  opportunities? 

So while working as a personal assistant was never a part of her life’s plans, the older Y/N got the more she realized that life is funny sometimes and try as she might, it’s impossible to plan for everything. Besides, working as a personal assistant for an extremely successful (and surprisingly kind) CEO did have its perks. The pay, for starters, was better than anything she would’ve earned anywhere else working three times as hard, and not to mention the flexibility he allowed her was unheard of.

Thus, Y/N earned extra money working for Mr. Harry Styles when she wasn’t busy with class or school work, and in return, he paid her fairly and treated her with graciousness - he even bought her dinner sometimes and ate it with her late at night in his office when they were spending time combing through files and reviewing reports. He was a fair boss and always understanding whenever she told him she had more work than anticipated and wouldn’t be able to go in to help that day. According to Harry, she was a student first, and an assistant second, so he never pressured her to put the company above her studies. 

Being Mr. Styles' personal assistant involved lots of calls, setting up meetings, and checking his spreadsheets and productivity reports. Occasionally she'd do the whole “run-and-get-his-coffee” thing, but that didn't happen often - and when he did, he always made sure to buy for Y/N as well. 

“Miss Y/L/N? Could you come to my office when you get a free moment, please?”

The sound of Harry’s voice crackles through the intercom in Y/N’s tiny space, a room adjoining his own office. Additionally, it functioned as a waiting room of sorts when people were meeting with the boss. Y/N enjoyed surveying the expressions on her co-workers' faces whenever they met with Mr. Styles. Everyone always seemed so nervous and Y/N couldn’t figure out why. Was he not as nice to everyone else as he was to her? 

“Sure thing,” she holds down on the button beside the speaker as she relays her response. “Is there anything I can bring you beforehand?” The button is released as she awaits his answer. It comes immediately.

“That’s alright, Y/N. I just need your help reviewing something. Won’t take long.”

Y/N ignores the flutter she feels in her tummy when Harry calls her by her first name. He didn’t do it often but sometimes he did, and she couldn’t deny she liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. 

“Be right there, Mr. Styles.”

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“Do these numbers look…odd to you?”

Y/N leans forward in her seat across from Harry as he turns his large monitor screen to face her. She’s faced with a busy spreadsheet filled with numbers, and a confused expression quickly overcomes her features. 

“What numbers am I looking at, sir?” Y/N can’t help the heat that begins to flood her face. “‘M not too familiar with Excel…know I probably should be seeing that I’m an assistant and all that but-”

“It’s fine,” Harry cuts her off with a small smile on his face. “It’s a busy document. I could’ve been more clear - I was referring to the bolded numbers. They’re smaller than last month’s, do you agree?”

With her attention now directed to the right part of the document, Y/N examines the numbers as she tries to think back to last month’s revenue. While it differed, she didn’t think it was significant. Then again, she wasn’t the one running a multimillion-dollar company.

“I see how there’s a bit of discrepancy. I can double-check and look through all of the documents to ensure everything has been accounted for if you’d like, sir.” Y/N watches as her boss’s shoulders noticeably slump in relief.

“Could you do that?” His tone is hopeful, eager. “I mean, do you have the time? I’m already running late to a meeting that I sent the Zoom link for, gotta hop on and get a handle on that…”

For the first time since Y/N began working for Mr. Styles, she senses that he’s overwhelmed. He’s usually so calm and carefree, much more carefree than she imagines she would be with such big responsibilities, but right now he seems…tense. Upset.

“I just need to get a confirmation for that event you’re speaking at next week and then I can do it.”

“I owe you dinner. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N,” he gives her a pointed look. “I’ll share the spreadsheet and documents from the previous and current months with you, and you can let me know if I missed anything.”

Even though Harry’s bought her dinner more times than she can even count before, something feels different about the way he says it this time. She has to look down so he doesn’t see the sheepish look on her face. 

“I’ll be right next door if you need me.”

Harry grins. “I know.”

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As it turns out, Harry did make a mistake.

It wasn’t a big deal and easily fixable but man was he grateful to her.  No one made Y/N feel smarter and more appreciative of her being there than Mr. Styles. 

“That’s great, really,” Harry tells her for at least the third time in ten minutes. “I would’ve never caught that. Never! ‘M not ashamed to admit a second set of eyes is always helpful - at least for me.”

Y/N looks down to hide her timidness. She loves praise, but it still makes her shy! “Well, thank you, Mr. Styles. I know you have like, actual people for this…” she pauses as she shifts from foot to foot. “But if you ever just want me to take a quick peek ‘cause I’m right next door, I don’t mind.”

Harry gives Y/N a look she can't quite discern before speaking again. “I think I'll be taking you up on that. Why don't you take the rest of the day off? Already helped me out so much today, don't you still have that project you need to finish up for your class?”

“Are you sure?” She gives her boss a puzzled look. “I have, like, a ton of work left to do here.” 

“Someone else can do it,” he flashes her a warm, dimpled smile. “It's fine, Miss Y/L/N. School first, remember what I always say.” 

Y/N ignores the sensation she feels in her belly from Harry’s stern tone of voice. “Yes sir. I….thank you. I appreciate it. I can make up the time and stay later tomorrow-”

“That won’t be necessary,” Harry straightens a stack of papers on his desk. “Same time tomorrow, or will you be coming in a bit later?” 

“Can I let you know tomorrow? It depends on how much of my project I finish tonight.”

“That works. Please get home safe, Miss Y/L/N. Try and enjoy the rest of your day.” 

“Thank you,” Y/N quietly responds.  When she turns to exit his office, she hesitates before turning back to him. “Are you gonna leave soon too?” She hoped she wasn't overstepping by asking. 

Harry lets out a quiet laugh. “Hopefully. I have one more meeting, and have to make sure everything is ready for a deal we're closing on tomorrow.” 

“Okay…well, see you tomorrow,” she pauses before quickly adding. “I hope your night doesn't run too late.” 

“Me too. Thanks, Y/N.” 

Harry looks back down at his work, and Y/N takes that as her cue to leave. She gently shuts the door behind her and lets out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding once back in the privacy of her own office. Y/N felt so flustered! The fact that Harry was allowing her to leave early so she could finish her homework didn't surprise her - it wasn't the first time he did it, and it wouldn't be the last. She was mainly just surprised Harry even remembered she had a project! Y/N mentioned it to him once briefly last week when she first had assigned it and said nothing else about it. To know that he remembered and was concerned about her finishing it on time made her feel…cared for. 

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Y/N is drowning.

As it would turn out, her project was turning out to be a lot more time-consuming than she initially anticipated. She had to write a research essay and create an infographic to supplement it, and she was still stuck on the research part! She’d been working on it for hours– ever since she finished class at 10 am, but now the time was after 1 pm and she needed to be to work in an hour. Even though Harry always told her school came first, she wanted to be a good employee for him! She already left work early yesterday - she couldn’t skip out on her shift. Y/N realized she was an…untraditional employee, and she didn’t want to be fired so Harry could have an assistant with more availability. He always told her he appreciated her help whenever she gave it, but she still couldn’t help feeling like she didn’t do enough. She flings those thoughts to the side as she refocuses her attention on her work. 

Y/N falls so deep down the Google rabbit hole that she doesn’t realize the amount of time that’s passed until her phone is ringing. The name “MR. STYLES” lights up her phone and she curses under her breath as she realizes she was supposed to be at the office nearly 30 minutes ago. She picks up and immediately begins apologizing. 

“Mr. Styles! I’m so sorry, I lost track of time because I’m just so overwhelmed with this project and it’s not really going that well but I can be there in twenty minutes, I promise!”

There’s a small pause on the line before Harry replies. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

His answer takes Y/N aback. The last thing she was expecting was for her busy boss to offer up his assistance with a trivial college research project. “But…don’t you have, like, work to do?”

“I always have work to do, Miss Y/L/N,” he answers nonchalantly. “It can wait. I am the boss, after all. Why don’t you come in and let me take a look?”

Y/N’s hesitant, not wanting to bother Harry with something he was so far removed from such as her college assignments, but he was offering, and well…two heads were better than one. So Y/N tells him she’ll be there shortly, thanks him again profusely, and ends the call. She sits unmoving on her couch for a second after hanging up, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in her tummy. Mr. Styles wanted to help her! With school work! It made her dizzy to think about it for too long. She finally stands to gather her things, trying to stick to her promise of arriving as quickly as possible–Y/N figures she’s already kept him waiting long enough.

She makes it to the office fairly quickly, greeting the front desk staff as she walks through the lobby. Harry’s corner office was located on the very top floor of the 20-story building. It was quite the view. Y/N sets her tote bag down on her desk before taking out her laptop and notebook filled with information pertaining to her project. She takes a deep breath before knocking on the door connecting her office with Harry’s. He lets out a quick, “Come in!” to which Y/N complies, letting herself in.

Harry looks up from his computer once she enters the room, his hard gaze immediately softening. “Oh, Y/N. You look so tense. Come sit, let me see what we’re working with.”

“I’ve got a bulk of the research done,” Y/N mutters quietly as she pulls back the chair from his desk. “I’m just having a tricky time organizing my thoughts.” She slides her open notebook across the table at him, watching anxiously as he reads over her tiny scrawl. After reading over her work in silence for a couple of minutes, he clears his throat and speaks.

“Is it just me, or have school assignments become enormously mundane?” his brow furrows in confusion. “A research paper and an infographic? Bit of an overkill, hm?”

“That’s what I said,” Y/N shakes her head in disgust. “Everything on my infographic is coming straight from my paper, anyway!”

“How about I start making an outline for your paper?” He looks down at the notebook again. “I think I can see where you're going with this. ‘M not very creative though, maybe you can get started on your infographic.”

“You could do that for me?” 

“After all you've done for me?” Harry sucks his teeth. “C’mon. I'm no monster, Y/N.” He flashes her a dimpled grin. 

“Thank you,” Y/N says for what had to be the hundredth time that day. “Anything helps, Mr. Styles. I owe you one.”

Harry waves his hand dismissively. “None of that. Would you like to work here, or are you going back to your office?”

Y/N looks down at her clammy hands folded in her lap. “If you don't mind, can I stay here? Just so you can ask me questions about my work if you have any?”

“I think that's a wonderful idea,” he tilts his head curiously at her. “Have you eaten today? I was thinking of ordering something. Does Thai sound good?” 

“Oh, I had banana pancakes this morning before class,” she bites her lip. “I'm okay.” 

“Nonsense. It's already past three,” he opens his desk drawer and pulls out a take-out menu. “This place is great - I'm a regular. Let me know what you'd like. I always get the basil stir fry.”

Y/N wordlessly takes the menu and reviews it for a few moments before settling on a crispy tofu dish. Once their order is called in, Harry locks his phone and places his attention back on Y/N.

“Someone will bring that up to us when it gets here. Let's get started, shall we?”

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Harry’s the first one to break their comfortable silence. 

He pushes his glasses up on his nose, clearing his throat. “What do you think about this, Y/N?” He turns his monitor toward Y/N so she can see what he’s doing. He has a neatly organized outline, bullet pointed and everything.

“I think it looks really good,” Y/N says with a nod of her head. “The bullet points look like they’ll be easy to follow. Thank you for your help."

“I like helping you. You help me all the time.” Harry says this so matter-of-fact, as if he were stating the sky was blue. He wordlessly turns back to the document he has open, beginning to type again. They’re interrupted twenty short minutes later by a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Harry calls out curtly. The door opens and in walks someone Y/N recognizes from the accounting department.

“Mr. Styles, I have those reports you needed finished. Would you like to review them?”

“Not now,” he responds immediately. “I’m busy.”

The accountant has a look of what she assumes to be slight annoyance on his face. She wonders if Harry catches it. “I’ve been trying to go over these things with you for nearly a week, sir...it needs to be signed off on and submitted.”

“It’ll have to wait, Mitch.”

Harry’s answers are short, and it’s obvious he’s not in the mood to talk about work. The accountant opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but stops himself, turning to leave instead. Harry doesn’t seem perturbed at all, but Y/N feels bad! Was Mr. Styles putting off work to help her?

“Okay, sir,” the accountant turns to place his hand on the doorknob. “Perhaps we can review tomorrow?”

“Perhaps.”

The accountant opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something but he decides against it, deciding to just leave instead. After a somewhat awkward silence, Y/N breaks it.

“Thank you for helping me again. I know I keep saying that, but I know you’re really, really busy.”

“Again, I like helping you," he pauses. “Why don’t we call it a night now? I’m sure you’ll do more work when you get home anyway.”

Y/N nods at this and grabs her notebook from in front of Harry, shutting her laptop. "Thank you again."

"Let me walk you out. I'm going that way too."

Y/N walks through the door to her own office and gathers her bag, slipping her laptop inside. She turns around to find Harry standing in the doorway giving her an expectant look.

"Ready?"

They enter the elevator together and Harry presses the first floor button, pressing his back against the wall. Y/N does the same. As the elevator descends to the first floor, Y/N feels Harry’s eyes on her but she doesn’t turn to look at him. Once the elevators open, they exit the elevator and make their way towards the parking lot.

“My car’s on this level,” Y/N tells Harry, exiting the elevator. “Thank you for walking me with me, Mr. Styles.”

“Of course. Same time tomorrow?”

“I’d like that,” Y/N gives Harry a bashful smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles.”

With that, Harry gives her a small grin as the elevator doors are closing. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

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Date Night

Synopsis: One where Harry finally manages to convince his partner on a fancy dinner date

CW: mentions of anxiety, depression and body dysmorphia.

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It was a Friday night, YN had gotten off work early.

Well, to be honest she got nothing done today. Working from home comes with it's own pros and cons.

She liked to stay the weekend at home, buried in her bed. Maybe binge watch some random show on a random OTT site. Or just sleep.

Since the pandemic, YN had fallen into a dark place mentally. She could work from home but she was stuck in country over seas from her family.

She works at the London branch of Columbia Music label, in the marketing department. That's where she met Harry, now her boyfriend of almost two years.

Harry actually slipped her a personal email after a zoom meeting on planning a strategy to market his new album, asking for her number. YN was the team leader of the team who'd work hard on coming onto new ideas, so she had to be present in the meeting, explaining the presentation whilst her foster kitten walk all in front of her camera as she talked.

At first, YN was very sceptical about the e-mail. It was under his name, but it could be anyone. People hack into random zoom meeting all the time now. But again how did he get her e-mail?

So she just deleted that e-mail.

The next session though, he slipped into her private messages asking if she got his email. Of course she gave him his number as he said that he wanted to be involved in the process. She understood, it was his album, he spent days and nights working on it with his friends, he has to have a say in how it's marketed. Well, he partially lied. He just grew a tiny little infatuation on her, he wanted to get to know her.

It was her first project as Team Leader ever. She had just been promoted and it was sort of new to her when corporate decided to give her the position. Of course she was energetic going head first into the new responsibilities given to her. Especially for one of the company's biggest clients.

Her new responsibilities came with so much scrutiny as she was the youngest and least experienced person to be put up in a position of a leader. Disregarding her work ethics, her leadership skills and strengths, plus her qualifications.

It took a huge toll on her.

Talking to Harry was only thing keeping her sane in that moment, even though they had never seen each other in person ever before.

Whilst her parents and siblings were supportive of her in every single way, but yet, everytime she called them they'd be complaining about one another jokingly and never listen to her. She tried talking to her mother, but did she it never worked out as her entire family was stuck in one house.

Harry and her started dating around the time he was back in London. Their first date was on a FaceTime call. She was having some leftover rice she made the night before for dinner, and he was eating a Chinese take out and a homemade salad he made.

The salad was for balance, he said to her.

She was sat in living room/Dining room/bedroom/office; her coffee table, whilst he was comfortably sat at his fancy dining table at home. She didn't had her foster kitten to lurk around anymore, it got adopted very soon.

They continued to talk to one another over calls, texts, FaceTime every chance Harry got to be free. YN was basically free all the time, she works from home- unless she's in an online meeting. They'd fall asleep on FaceTime with one another. It was a long distance relationship even when both of them were in same place because of the pandemic restrictions. But both of them felt safe enough to move forward with their relationship.

Of course, Harry saw her falling into a dark place mentally. In fact she came forward and shared it with him finally as she was tired of being ignored by her family. He suggested her a few things which never worked out for her, and she is yet to find out a therapist she resonates with.

The first time Harry visited her flat to see her, it was like he has always been living there. He knew where everything was. That's when he took her to a very fancy dinner date. Their first and last fancy dinner date ever.

This time, Harry was in town finally after an exhausting yet memorable leg of tour in the States. He was dress fancy, the Prince Of Wales jacket from his own collection with a baby blue shirt underneath it, pair of black pants, and a random black coat because it was cold outside.

He walked into his girlfriend's flat buried in her bed, watching some gruesome murder documentory without a sliver of expression on her face. Her eyes and lips red, she probably cried whole day whilst working.

"Hey darling!" He dropped his coat and a bag he brought with him on the sofa and walked straight towards her bed. "What's wrong baby?"

"I don't know." She sniffled pausing the show she was watching. Pushing her laptop aside she straight away went in to hug him tight.

"Oh my angel!" He squeezed her tight closer to his chest. "It's alright baby, I'm here for you."

"I don't know why I'm crying all day. I just feel so numb." She mumbled, her face pushed against his neck.

Well, she's been stuck in her flat for about three months now. She only ever goes to buy groceries now, which she doesn't have to for two week straight. Her appetite has died a little bit from not getting much excercise done.

"I know baby, I know." He rubbed her back. "I came in to surprise you on a date, do you think getting out of the house would help you?"

"I seriously don't know." She shook her head, still hugging him close.

"How about we at least try, yeah?" He suggested, "you might feel better today by getting out. I'll have us a fun day planned for tomorrow as well." She whined in protest to that, "come on now, I've missed you. I promise we can leave if you don't feel like staying, okay?"

"Okay." She agreed, pulling away from him.

"Alright, I got you something." He with that he fetched her the bag he left on her sofa.

Inside was a cat plushy he saw a random store when he was out and about with his friends, he bought it because it reminded him of her. Along with it was a little bracelet he bought from yet another local business. But the cat mattered most to her in that moment.

"Thank you!" She cooed.

"You like it!" He flashed his dimples smile. "Now do get ready, we have a reservation at eight-thirty."

It was quater past five.

"Harry..." YN sighed, "I don't think I want to go to a fancy place."

"It's not that fancy."

"Harry, you took me a seven star restaurant saying the same thing." She groaned.

"I promise, it's not that fancy." He assured her, "wear the blue dress you impulsively bough online the other day, please?" He dragged her to her closet.

"I don't think it's going to fit me now," she made an excuse.

Or was it an excuse? It was a dress which is supposed her fit her figure like it was her skin at the bodice, doesn't matter if it had puffy long sleeves or it was hemmed at the floor length. She had obviously gained weight lile almost everyone else in the world during the pandemic.

Well, Harry was an exception. He's in more shape than ever. In a very healthy and very fucking cool way.

She had nothing else to wear though to a fancy restaurant, she rented a dress because their first date was planned days ahead. So she had no other option than to wear it.

Harry waited patiently for her to take a shower and het ready, he in fact helped himself with some tea and helped her with her with the pile of dirty dishes. Even made her bed and folded the pile of clean laundry making neat stacks on her bed so she can put them away as she wished. All while he heard the shower go off and the hair dryer running.

Her house was pretty much clean apart from being messy. He know however she may be feelings, she doesn't like when a foul smell lingers around her flat or there is garbage laying around. She's just messy with her personal stuff.

He did not dare to touch her work desk though. She's very protective of that part of her flat.

She'd fine if he'd go through her personal valuables of documents, she hates it when anyone touches her desk or even moved a pen on there.

"Harry?" She called from the bathroom.

"Yes, love?"

"Can you please zip up my dress?" She asked opening the bathroom door just to pop her head out to look at him. He is always happy to help her.

He knows if she was in a good mood he wouldn't even let her put it on before they had a quickie. Keeping his mind out of gutter he helped her.

"You look so pretty baby, you were doubting yourself for nothing!" He placed a delicate kiss on side of her neck.

"I don't know, it doesn't look good."

All she saw was her perfectly normal tummy and her arms showing through the sheer fabric sticking out like needles in her eyes. She was doubting when the dress arrived in mail, she tried it on then showed it to Harry on FaceTime. It was a little loose and didn't fit her well. It doesn't now either.

"Come on, you know how hard I'm trying to keep my hands to myself now?" Harry genuinely find it difficult, he's not saying it to hype her up.

She just took in a deep breath and nodded, excused herself for wanting to do her makeup which wasn't much just some mascara and eyeliner she smoked out with concealer to hide her dark circles and eye bags and a pink lipstick. All the while Harry was sat there on the edge of the shower/bathtub admiring her. He helped her pick out the right pair of earrings, she already had the necklace she wears everyday, her dad gifted her on her 16th birthday. And they were set to go.

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YN followed closely behind Harry, pulling out the micro fabric fibers from the cuff of his coat. It won't ruin it. But she's very anxious, well aware of her actions she stopped when the hostess welcomed them and showed them to their table.

It was in the more private and upper level of the restaurant, it was still a five star restaurant. Hardly anymore people there other than a group of six people, and two more couples enjoying their time. It seemed very empty considering the place was huge.

Soft talking and laughing noises seemed to have fade out as the waitress handed her and Harry the menu for drinks. Well, she doesn't drink but it gave her anxiety to even ask for some cold water. She'd gotten so used to ordering everything online, without having to interact with another human being.

"I, I, I will, uhhh..." YN looked at the menu again, "ummm... I, I'll have water please."

"Okay, would you like mineral water or regular water?" The waitress asked, completely disregarding that YN was stuttering and basically sweating.

"Any, any kind would be find. Just, just cold please." She tried to smile the best she could.

The waitress got taking Harry's order, with complete changes in demeanor. It made YN feel more insecure about herself. And maybe that girl was trying to flirt with him, which went completely ignored from his side. But that didn't YN at ease what so ever.

Harry was quick with his order. Maybe the waitress just wants to get back home soon tonight. It's weekend!

Maybe she's the problem here. Yeah!

"Harry?" She called quietly, trying to gulp the lump in her throat, "I, I jist need to, need to use the restroom, I'll be back."

"Okay." He nodded.

"I, I'll leave my purse here." She left her purse with him. In her mind she was letting him know she's not going to runaway, if that ever comes to his mind.

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Harry sat there, waiting for his girlfriend. But it's been more than five minutes she's gone. Luckily she took her phone with her. So he tried to text but she was back.

"I'm sorry." Her nose was stuffy, like she cried.

"Hey, baby what's wrong?" He reached for her hand accross the table.

"I, I'm fine." She assured him.

When it was time to order again, YN was on the verge of having a heart attack there. Harry asked for another five minutes to look through the menu.

"Baby you sure, you're alright?" He asked again, "you seem all flustered. Your face has turned all red. Want to go somewhere else, or go back home?"

"I, I just..." YN was finding it very heavy to breathe there, "I want some fresh air. I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Hey, never apologise for wanting to get out of uncomfortable situation, okay?" He assured her, "we'll wait for the waitress to come back out and tell her we don't find anything interesting to eat on the menu, then we'll leave."

"Mhmm," she nodded with teary eyes.

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Harry unlocked the door for his girl, like a gentleman he is he stood there with the door open to the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry about that." She mumbled.

"Hey, I told you it's alright." He assured her, "you want to go somewhere else to eat? We can go through the Burger King drive thru and I can order for you."

"I'm not hungry anymore." She shared, "I'll make you something to eat back home." That's when her tummy made a noise.

"Mhmm, I can hear that." He placed a delicate kiss on her forehead, "come on, get in."

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"Here you go, Madam." Harry handed the bag of food to YN as he drove ahead and parked in the empty parking lot. "Are you still planning to go see your parents this summer? I mean, summer there at your place?"

"Mhmm." YN nodded talking a bite off her burger, "do you want to come along?"

"You're asking me to go see your parents?" He teased her.

"I have met your family, I want you to meet mine. Please?"

He could see now that she's getting comfortable, her anxiety vanishing away. Not that her parents don't know about him, they love him in fact. It's like they've adopted him. Especially YN's mum, she has sent loads of homemade goodies especially for him, her dad approves of him. Her little sisters are best friends with him now, they sent him little handmade birthday cards on his last two birthdays.

"Okay." He shrugged. "Are you going to show me around where you grew up?"

"Of course, of course!" She got excited, "I'll take you to my school, then we'll go see my college campus and take you to the local markets."

"Sounds fun, baby." He chuckled, "can't wait to go with you."

They sat there eating their fast food dinner, dressed as fancy as fancy can get. Harry's new playlist for YN playing in soft volume in the background.

"You alright now, lovie?" He enquired, "you want to talk about earlier?"

"I, I don't know what happened honestly." She stuttered, "I, I think I got a little, I, I think I was a bit claustrophobic in there. And uhhhh... the, the waitress was making me feel a little uneasy there."

Harry knew exactly what she was talking about. She got insecure there, he's well aware that the waitress was trying to flirt with him which he didn't not pay any mind to. He can also understand where YN is coming from on this.

"I'm glad you're feeling better now." He started, "and I didn't pay her a mind darling, if that's what you're trying to say. I know she was trying to flirt and all but I had and still have my eyes for you and you only. I hope I'm not assuming anything out of line here."

"No, no, you're not." She shook her head and took in a deep breath of relief. It felt like a weight being lifted off her shoulders. "You know it felt so good to finally be able to talk my feelings out and have someone understand me!"

"What about your therapy baby? Are you going anymore?" He got confused a little.

"I'm yet to find a therapist I can really talk to. I feel so judged, which is not right, right?" She looked and sounded very frustrated.

"Mhmm it's not right." He nodded, "do you feel like you can talk to me about anything which is bothering you?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I do."

"Then you know you can share anything and everything with me, baby. You know I want to be there for you. Whilst I can't offer you any professional help but you can still talk your heart out to me, hopefully talking helps you. I promise, and you know I'll listen to every word you say. Until you find a therapist who works with you, you can talk it out to me, yeah? If not we'll figure something or other out." His assuring words sure made her emotional there.

"I love you so much Harry!" YN leaned over the centre console to hug him tightly. "So much!"

"I love you so much too baby!" He reciprocated with a returning hug.

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[narrycherries]

✰ baby honey ✰ #2 (dom!harry)

Harry’s in a dom state and you’re being a bad kitten.. who needs to be punished, but you’re just so good at getting your way with him.. (dom!Harry concepts)

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You had just walked into the big living room when you heard Harry call for you from the office. You spun around and headed towards him. It was unusual for him to invite you into the office during his set aside work hours - but you didn’t hesitate to rush to him. You missed him anyways, might as well take the chance to see him.

“Darling, are you downstairs?” He yelled just as you opened the big door.

“I’m here.” You smiled sweetly.

He sighed in relief and let his lips grin at you. “Lovey, c’mere.”

You nodded lightly and shut the door before walking to his big desk. He wasn’t wearing any fancy work clothes, just a tshirt that hugged his chest and his arms, and a pair of grey sweatpants. He patted his thigh as you approached him, so you gladly took a seat on his lap.

He pulled the side of your body into his, shoving his face into your neck. You gasped as his hands began to squeeze your hip and your thigh. He was acting like he missed you. To reciprocate that affection, you slid your arm around his neck and let your fingers play in his hair while your other hand rested over his collarbone.

“How’s work going?”

He grunted and buried his face further into your neck. “What have you been up to, my sweet love?”

You smiled, cheeks heating from his words. “Just watching a movie.. waiting for you to be finished.”

It wasn’t hard to tell that he was feeling a certain type of way, especially when he started to dig his fingertips into your squishy flesh and slowly rotate them. And when he began to press kisses to your neck, you knew for sure. Someone was feeling like he needed to take care of you.

“You smell so good, baby.”

“I took a bath earlier.”

“No, you smell good.. you smell like you.” He grunted as if he had been deprived of you for a lifetime.

You laughed gently. “Is everything okay?”

He shook his head, so you started to worry. You sighed as you put your hand on his jaw and forced his head back. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed. You leaned down and carefully placed a kiss under his left eye. He huffed, dropping his brows even further. You rubbed the end of your nose against his and he couldn’t hold back a soft smile.

“Somethings wrong.” You whispered against his lips, refraining yourself from kissing him. They were tempting, so pink and soft - but you didn’t.

“Daddy just needs to hold you, baby love. S’all.” He splayed his hands over your hip and your thigh and held his skin against yours. “Just need to feel my girl.”

“Do you need to feel me feel me?”

He gave you a gentle squeeze. “S’fine like this, baby doll.”

You bit your lip, a bit embarrassed by what you assumed. He noticed your sudden shyness, and he didn’t like it. You always had trouble being confident around him or anyone else - but especially him. He was intimidating and perfect. You never wanted to disappoint.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong? You were just so happy.. now you look sad.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then to your jaw. “What’s the matter, my baby? Daddy doesn’t like it when you’re sad.”

You shrugged, eyes staring down at his hand on your thigh. He was gently rubbing his thumb over your pale skin, causing goosebumps to rise slowly.

“Y/n.”

You sighed at the use of your name. He was very concerned.

“Tell me.”

Yet again, you shrug. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, missy. Be a good kitten and tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

The idea of you being anything but good for him was frightening. You cleared your throat and squeezed your eyes shut for jsut a few seconds. When you opened them, you turned your head to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he was softly frowning. You hated that, you felt like you had done something wrong.

“Just thought.. that you wanted.. to.. to.. y’know.”

Harry always made sure he knew exactly what you were referring to - even if he had a good idea of it. So you weren’t surprised when he spoke and wanted you to continue on. He just never wanted to do something or say something you didn’t mean.

“To what, baby?”

Your eyes fell to his covered chest, you wanted to touch him. “That you wanted me.. like.. wanted to have s-sex with me.”

His frown faded. “Do you want to have sex, baby?”

It was rare that he straight up asked you that, it was always asked in other ways. You gulped gently and shrugged again. He didn’t favor that reply, so he gave you a stern look.

“Not if you don’t wanna..I.. I just figured.. you did.”

“Daddy doesn’t have time for it right now, my love. Let me finish this work and I’ll think about it.”

The pout on your lips made him frown. He brought his hand up to your face and turned your head towards him. The feeling of his fingers on your chin reminded you of the way he would force you to look at him if he got angry or irritated. That lead you to think about the punishments he would give you. How his hand would smack each side of your butt, leaving prints and soreness. Then, he would rub the pain away and plant kisses all over the marks he made. He would whisper in your ear while holding you against his chest, telling you how much he hated punishing you but you needed to be a good girl. The thoughts of punishment made your mind linger to the rewards. Eating your pussy out until your stomach dropped and you flooded his face. Fucking you slow and deep, shoving his cock so far into you and filling your tummy with his cum. You were so caught up in the memories that he had to snap his fingers in front of your face and give your thigh a gentle slap before he could get your attention.

You blinked and moved your eyes from his mouth back to his concerned stare. “Huh?”

“I said.. are you okay? You spaced out on me, baby.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. “You alright?”

“I.. I didn’t mean to..”

His eyes were soft as he looked at you, brows furrowed slightly as he tried to figure out what was going on. He dropped his thumb to your chin, only because you kept turning your head. He shifted you back, keeping a grip on your soft skin.

“Are you feeling little?”

You shook your head lightly. “No..”

Harry knew that just because he was in a dominant mindset, you weren’t necessarily in a small space - and vice versa. He could easily tell when you were slipping into a subspace, but he didn’t see any evident signs at the moment - that’s why he was confused.

“Hm.. what’s wrong? Are you thinking of something?”

You shrugged again, moving your hand to grip his shoulder. “Don’t you need to finish some work?”

He frowned. “No, ma’am. You’re not gonna ignore me.”

A groan fell from your lips. “M’fine Harry.. Daddy.”

“Are you just upset because I said no?” He asked with a sigh. “I told you I’ll take care of you after.”

“But you.. you never let me come in here.. unless you need me.” You huffed. “And I thought you needed me.”

He gave you pinch on your thigh, not liking the tone of your voice. “I do need you, but you know sometimes I jsut want to hold you, baby love.”

“But.. but I want you now..”

He shook his head, denying you of what you wanted more than anything. You didn’t tell him, but you craved to have him pound you. Feeling his cock under you made you tingle, even though he was soft. It was still so big and you wanted it to get lost inside of you.

“I asked you and you said no.” He huffed.

“I didn’t wanna then!” You whined back.

“Five minutes ago? Now you do?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head. “You had your chance.. And you know the rules. I’m working, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and lowered both hands down to your lap. You were resting one on top of his hand, but you weren’t making any efforts to hold it.

“Go back in there.. go do whatever you were doing before.” He instructed with a cold tone.

You let out a shaky breath. “I don’t wanna leave.”

“What did I say?” He sternly asked, hand gripping your thigh.

“I’ll be good.. I swear. Won’t say anything else.”

When you pressed your hand to his chest, Harry’s mood changed. He felt bad for being so rude all of a sudden. He understood your frustrations, and he had no reason to punish you. He thought for a moment, then decided you could stay.

“Alright. But stay quiet while I work.”

You behaved for a while. Harry let you curl your arms around his body and rest your head in the crook his neck while he read emails and replied to them, typing with one hand since he held into your waist. You tried to fall asleep, but you kept getting distracted as you thought about him. You kept imagining the feeling of his cock deep inside of you, the warmth of his release filling you up. You chewed on your cheek as you kept thinking about the way he grips your hips as he snaps his hips into yours, and how he grabs your throat when he’s trying to relieve stress from work. How he shoves his fingers in your mouth while fucking your hole. Every now and then he would grip your waist, and it would remind you of how he would let you ride him - but take over so he could move you faster, slamming your body down onto his cock. He always held your waist tight whenever he did that.

“Harry..” you muttered quietly as your fingertip trailed along the collar of his shirt. You rubbed his collarbone, wishing you could see him undressed. “Harry.”

He heard you both times, so he thought maybe something was wrong. “What is it?”

“M’bored.”

He hummed, but didn’t say anything. He was trying to focus on the computer screen. That made you even more impatient. You tapped the base of his throat, lifting your head some to see him better. He glanced at you, but hardly noticed that you were irritated. You rubbed your fingers over his throat, feeling his Adam’s Apple move.

“Can you take a break?” You whispered quietly, hoping to not make him angry. You could be a brat if you wanted to, but you didn’t.

He ignored you again, eyes planted on the screen. You huffed and pouted your lips out. Your fingers danced up his throat until you reached his jaw. You drew small circles over his skin, moving your touch to his chin. The stubble on his face always intrigued you, it made him look very mature and you liked it a lot. He figured you were just playing with the tiny hairs like usual, so he still didn’t react.

You occupied yourself with staring at his skin and messing with the hairs for a few minutes, but that also became boring. You trailed your index fingertip up the corner of his mouth and gave it a gentle tap. Still, no reaction from him. You started to mess with his bottom lip. You pulled the pad of your finger across the soft skin before returning it to the middle. You pulled his lip down, sliding the tip of your finger into his mouth. You got his attention finally, but it didn’t benefit you.

He grunted and moved his head back, your finger leaving his mouth. “Quit it.”

“M’just touching you.”

“Don’t touch my face. I’m trying to finish this stuff, honey.” He sighed heavily, but you could tell he was just tired not mad or anything bad.

“But I love your face.” You softly whimpered.

He shifted his eyes to yours, giving you hope. “Touch me down here or something, baby. You can touch my face later.” He grabbed your wrist and gently moved your hand down to his neck. His eyes moved back to the emails, and you were no longer his focus.

“Okay.” You uttered, barely moving your lips.

Of course you wanted to make him happy, so you did as he said. It took all of your strength to focus yourself on his neck and collarbones, hoping to pass time. Your nail gently traced shapes into the base of his throat. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your other arm around him. You felt safe, but you wanted to have his attention. In order to yet again distract yourself, you thought about Harry.

You thought about how he rubs lotion into your skin and brushes your hair before braiding it. You thought about how he tickles your sides as he plants pecks all over your lips, and how he sucks marks onto your neck to claim you. How he cuddles you on the couch under a cozy blanket. How he puts you on the counter as he cooks so you could be by him..

“Harry.” You grunted all of a sudden, not knowing you were saying anything until after your lips closed.

“Hush.”

“But-“

“Baby, hush.” He was still calm, so at least you weren’t in trouble yet.

A pathetic whine fell from your lips. “C’mon, please. I’ve been good.” Your hand moved to his nape were you held on tight.

“You’re not being good now.”

“Harry, please. I need something.. anything.”

He wasn’t looking at you. “You’re gonna get a spanking if you don’t hush.”

“At least you’ll be paying attention to me then.”

Harry shoved the keyboard away from him and looked directly at you. The way his brows arched down and his lips went to a straight line told you everything you needed to know - he was pissed.

“Watch the attitude.”

“Harry-“

His hand grabbed your throat and he gave you a squeeze. “Watch it.”

You nodded gently, nails scraping at his wrist. He shook you off as he removed his hand. He put it on your thigh, having no intentions of needing to use it again. You got the point, and you knew he was angry.

“M’sorry..” You relaxed yourself some, the annoyed tone no longer present. “Just got tired of being quiet.. kept thinking about you.. wanted to touch you.”

“I don’t care what you wanted. I told you to be quiet, and you said you’d behave. Which you didn’t.” He shrugged, acting as if he didn’t give a damn about your feelings.

“Please, Harry, don’t be mean. M’sorry. I am. I.. I just miss you so much.. you’ve been working all day.. just wanna hug you and kiss you and touch you.”

He shook his head when you tried to touch his chest. “I let it slide, baby. I let those little interruptions slide and you continued to misbehave.”

“Just cus I want you.. You always say to.. to tell you when I want you.”

“I told you to be quiet.”

You dropped your head down on his shoulder, hiding from his eyes. He sighed heavily, but squeezed your waist to comfort you. You felt very guilty for even making a little scene.

“Tell me what you kept thinking about.”

You swallowed as you realized he was talking to you. You squeezed your eyes shut and took in a big breath.

“Lots of stuff.” You shrugged.

“Tell me.”

You licked your lips, taking a moment to collect the thoughts from earlier. “Um.. thought about you.. and how you fill me up.. how you use your mouth.. make me feel really good.. make me cum hard.. And how you put it all the way in.. how you give me butterflies and shivers and.. and you. Just thought about you.”

He tapped your thigh, but didn’t initially say anything to you. Your heart was shaking in your chest, anxiety filling your bones as you waited. His hand slid down to your hip, giving you the idea that maybe he wasn’t that upset with you.

“You still didn’t listen to me, baby cakes. You know I don’t like it when you don’t listen.”

“Harry, I’m sorry.” You huff at yourself, disappointed by your mistake.

He hummed. “And you don’t like it when I’m mad at you, hm?”

You shook your head, but used words just in case he wanted to hear you speak back. “I don’t.”

“Tell me how.. you could fix it, hm.”

A nervousness washed over you, yet you spoke loud enough for him to hear you. “Can.. can suck you off.”

“Get on your knees, then. Make it up to me.” The pat to your thigh was an indication to do as he said.

You leaned up, hoping to get a kiss from him before you took care of what was growing in his pants. When you pressed your lips to his chin, you highly expected him to shove you away, but he didn’t. He groped your hip as your lips moved to his. He held you there for a moment, tongues not involved in the kiss.

“Go. Be a good girl.” He said as he pulled away.

You nodded and immediately slid off his lap and dropped to your knees on the floor. He parted his legs further and moved closer to the edge of the chair so you could have easy access. You were close to the desk, one wrong move backwards and you’d smack your head. He turned his attention back to the computer as he started to type. You knew you had a little freedom to do as you pleased, as long as you got him off in the end.

You pulled at his sweatpants, and he aided you by lifting off the chair for a second. He didn’t look down at you, just relaxed once you had his underwear pulled down, too, just enough for you to pull his hardening cock out. You smiled, happy to finally see it. It was growing, almost fully erected. You gave it a nice tug, helping the blood flow quicker. Harry grunted when you did it again. You glance his way, but he wasn’t watching you.

Impatience got the better of you, so you let some spit pool into your mouth before leaning up, mouth over his tip. Your lips formed an o shape and the spit fell onto him, coating his red, swollen skin. He was hard now, thanks to the firm squeeze you gave his base. You absolutely adored every moment Harry spent pleasuring you and treating you so good - but you loved to please him even more. Loved to hold his cock while you suck on the tip, loved to run your fingers over his balls and kiss over the small bit of hair. You loved feeling him slide his length down your throat, your tongue hot and wet against him. You just locked his cock - whether it was in your cunt or your mouth.

You use one hand to pump him slowly and tight, and the other gently cups his balls. He groans above you as you tighten your grip at his tip. You sat back on your legs to stare at his manhood. You were fascinated by it, so in love with every inch of him.

For a few minutes you just used your hands to please him, but you soon got bored and wanted more. Without a warning, he didn’t want one anyways, you took him into your mouth and moved your hand so you could take him down your throat. He grunted as he felt the warmth of your mouth. You held back a gag, and didn’t breathe for a few moments. Your nose got tickled from his hair, but you ignored the feeling. Another gag was restricted.

“Baby doll.” Harry suddenly grabbed your head with his hands and forced you off his cock. Your head fell back, eyes watering and lips covered with slobber. He sighed at the glorious sight, but remembered why he stopped you. “Do not hurt yourself. Go slow, angel.”

You nodded, eyelashes batting at him. He let you go and tore his eyes from yours. You continued, taking hold of his balls as your tongue licked stripes up his length, swirling around his slit. It made you feel like you had more power now - you could easily get his attention with a hard suck or a deep swallow.

“So big.” You muttered as you came for the tip.

He chuckled softly, but didn’t give you any direct attention. Your mouth closed around him, half way down his length. You hollowed your cheeks and held your breath. Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of you holding air in your lungs or preventing any from coming in. Whenever he put his hand on your throat, he never squeezed hard enough for it to hurt you. He huffed and gave your cheek a gentle slap.

“Stop.”

You came off him, gasping for air. When you moved your eyes to his, he had a frown on his face. You pouted, upset that you didn’t listen to him.

“Don’t want to listen?” His fingers grabbed your chin. It was wet from your spit. “Now you aren’t allowed to take me down your throat.”

“No, please!” You whined, hands grabbing his thighs. “I’ll be good, promise.”

He shook his head. “No you won’t. You can suck on me, but do not hold me in your mouth. Understand?”

You rolled your eyes, but nodded anyways. When his hand popped your jaw, you whimpered.

“Watch the attitude, babe.”

“Harry, I-“

“Nuh uh.” He pressed his finger over your lips. “Hush it.”

He kept the pressure there for a minute, waiting to see if you would retaliate but you didn’t. He moved his hands back to the keyboard and allowed you to continue. You gripped his base tight and swirled your tongue around the tip. He always liked that a lot, so you kept doing it for a few minutes. He groaned and dropped a hand down to the side of your face. You were pleased to know you had some of his attention now.

You sucked on the tip for a long moment before popping off. He sighed when you spit over the slit. You watched with a smirk as it dripped down his length. His hand slid into your hair and he held onto you, not tight - but hard enough to keep you in place.

A sneaky idea filled your mind as you heard him groan again. He was experiencing so much pleasure that you knew he wouldn’t want you to stop doing anything - so why not take the risk? You closed your lips around his tip and sucked on it for a few moments before twirling your tongue around him. He was releasing pleased sounds above you, giving you confidence to continue. Without any hesitation, you took him into your mouth and slid his length down your throat, or as best as you could without going to fast. He grunted at you, tugging at your roots, but you didn’t let up. You held your eyes shut as you kept him in your throat - cheeks hollowed around him.

“Fuck.” He blurted suddenly as he used both hands to pull you off his length.

You lifted your head and gave him a pathetic pout, hoping he wouldn’t be upset with you. Did he even notice? Or was he trying to edge himself? Sometimes he enjoyed that, but unfortunately now was not one of those times.

“You’re being a brat today, baby.” He said with a frown, disappointment spreading over his face.

“Don’t be angry, please. Just wanted to have you in my mouth.” You whined, hands grabbing his knees as you begged. “Please, don’t be mad.”

“Get up.” He said as he stood up from his chair, his hand grabbing your elbow to pull you up with him. “Turn around.”

“No, no spanks, please.” You whispered as he rotated your body and pushed you down, bending you over the desk. You braced yourself on the wood, trying not to knock anything off. “Harry, please.”

“You know better than to misbehave.” He sighed as he tugged your leggings down your legs, pulling your panties down, too. “I don’t like it when you continuously disobey me.”

“Harry.” You whined as the cool air in his office made your bare skin flush.

He was completely ignoring your pitiful attempts at apologizing and trying to avoid the punishment you knew was coming. “I let you get away with it earlier. I shouldn’t have done that, makes you think you can get away with every little thing.”

“No, no please. I didn’t mean to.”

“Didn’t mean to take me down your throat after i told you not to? Doesn’t work that way, baby.” He sat his hand on your cheek and kneaded your skin slowly. “You know I don’t like to punish you, and you know it makes me upset.. yet you chose to do bad things anyways.”

You shook your head a few times before looking over your shoulder. “Please, pretty please. I’ll be a good girl. M’your good kitten.”

“Don’t even try, peach.” He gave you a stern look before your head fell back down, eyes squeezing shut as you awaited the impact.

Harry pulled his hand back and slammed it down onto your flesh. You winced at the pain. It had been a while since you got this kind of punishment. Usually, you behaved. Harry did it again, this time a bit harder.

“Harry.” You whined, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Three more.” He told you, rubbing his hand over your skin to soothe you until the next smack.

“Just.. just five?” You were actually confused by that - his minimum is always ten.

He laughed softly. “Do you want more than that, princess?”

“No! No! Five is enough!” You quickly protested what he was insisting.

“That’s what i figured.”

He returned to your punishment, smacking you for the third time. You noticed that that one was slightly softer than the previous two. Maybe he felt sorry for you? Harry didn’t like punishing you by spanking - he actually rarely does. But you had done too much and he was fed up with your behavior. He knew that denying you of an orgasm wouldn’t be as effective as spanking, nor would not letting you touch him while he fucked you. Those things don’t affect you as much.. and he definitely knew that. Besides, those were punishments he gave when he really didn’t want to punish you. It hurt his feelings sometimes to give you consequences, but he knew you had to get them in order to learn.

“Last one.” He said, squeezing your cheek before bringing his hand back.

You whimpered as he smacked you, once again it was quite light compared to the others. You decided on not saying anything about that, just in case he wanted to make a point about how hard he could do it.

“Now, c’mere.” He grabbed your waist and turned you to face him. His right hand, the one that just did all the slapping, gently touched your jaw, lifting your head up. “I hate doing that. Please, don’t make me do it again any time soon.”

You pouted your lips out. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yes i did, missy.” He lifted his brows at you. “Lose your attitude.”

You huffed at him, eyes flicking away from his. He shook his head in disbelief at how you were acting today. You were quite hyper and sassy - it was unusual. He looked at you for a moment, then decided you needed to be punished in a different way, a way that would make it enjoyable for him.

“Go get the purple toy and the remote.” He let your face go and stepped away from your body.

Your eyes widened as you watched him pick up your pants from the ground. “Why!”

He chuckled at the fear in your voice. “Because i said so.”

“But, but.. I just got my punishment.” You whined, lip quivering at he thought of what he was going to do to you.

“You complained it wasn’t enough.”

“No, no, no! No i didn’t!”

He smirked as he sat back down in his chair, looking up at your half naked body. “Do what I said. And, you better come back in here naked.”

You knew you had to do what he said, so you didn’t hesitate to go to the bedroom. You stripped naked and grabbed the specific toy he wanted out of the nightstand. You didn’t necessarily like this one because you knew how he’d use it on you.

When you returned, he was sitting in his chair, arms crossed on his chest. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you realized he had moved one of the chairs from in front of his desk to the side - facing him so he could see you.

“Good girl.” He smirked as you handed him the toy. He reached into one of the drawers and grabbed a bottle of lube. “C’mere, sit on my desk for a moment.”

You did as he asked, sitting your feet on his knees and letting your legs fall open. He poured lube on the toy then put some onto his fingers.

“Someone’s wet.” He mumbled before rubbing your cunt, spreading the lube around your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts.”

You nodded as he began to insert the toy into your hole. You didn’t feel any discomfort, which was a good thing. Once it was in far enough, he motioned you to the chair.

“Am I.. am I allowed to make noise?” You asked through a whimper as you sat down, your legs up on the arms of the chair so he could watch.

“Yes, you are allowed to.” He answered with a smile. “Make as much noise as you want..”

“M’sorry. Please don’t make it bad.”

He chuckled as he rolled his chair back up to his desk, the remote in his hand. Without a word, he pressed a button and you instantly moaned from the vibrations.

“No, please.” You whined when you saw him press down on the button that increases the vibration. “Oh, Harry!”

He didn’t react to your cry, instead he picked up where he had left off on his computer. You kept sucking in short breaths as you watched him type on the keyboard, wishing his fingers were inside of you. You attempted to distract yourself from the heavy vibrations coming from the toy, but it was nearly impossible.

“Can.. can I.. can I cum?” Your staggering voice made his head turn towards you, a smirk plastered over his face.

“No.”

“No!” You cried out as he suddenly pressed the power button on the remote - the toy shutting off inside of you. “Please.”

“Hush.” He lifted his brows at you. “Rub yourself until I tell you to stop.”

Without question, you spit on your fingertips and dropped your hand between your legs. You knew that if you obeyed him, he would most likely go easy on you. His eyes moved back to the monitor, making you pout your lips out. Not only was he refusing to watch you, but he was making you get yourself off. You’ve become so spoiled by him that it felt unnatural to touch yourself. You were convinced that his hands were much better than your own.

A moan fell past your lips as your clit began to throb under the pressure of your fingers, even though you were keeping it light. Harry glanced at you, realizing that your skin was flushing hard down there. He licked his lips and decided to press the power button again, bringing the toy back to life inside of you. You squealed at the feeling, knowing that the lowest setting was on was quite intimidating. You didn’t know what to expect, really.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” He demanded in a normal tone, showing no special interest.

You sighed gently, but managed to get a few words out. “Feels.. feels good.. kinda.. close.”

“Close?” He lifted his brows as his eyes met yours again. He dropped them down to your pussy, licking his lips again. He was very concerned with the state of your cunt, but he knew that giving in to you wouldn’t be fair. “Stop rubbing.”

You gulped as you pulled your hand away, letting it rest on your stomach as you closed your eyes tight - the vibrating toy was making your insides go numb. Harry knew you could hardly take it at full speed, so he didn’t make the decision to increase it.

“Pl-please.. s’too much.” You whimpered out, drool was pooling in the corner of your mouth as you let your head fall back. “Harry, pretty please.”

“Hush, baby love.”

A string of heavy moans fell from your mouth as the toy burned inside of you. It was nothing compared to Harry’s length, but god it was something. It was almost like a fire - the vibrating was so harsh that it felt like nothing was happening, yet your nerves were on their breaking points. An orgasm was building in your gut, ready to explode the second Harry allows you to. But you weren’t sure when that would be.

“Please, please.” You begged again, eyes opening just to meet his. Clearly his intention of ignoring you was no longer in play. “D-daddy, please!”

He smirked as the name fell so easily from your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head, toes curling as you gasped, jaw slack. Harry’s cock was raging, standing tall and proud between his legs. He didn’t even put it away when he stopped you from sucking him. He had all intentions of letting you back on it.

“Look so good f’me, baby girl. That pussy’s soaking wet.” He turned his chair slightly to watch you better, his eyes flicking from your cunt to your face - admiring how beautiful you looked as you went through the motions. “Perfect pussy.”

“M’dizzy.. Daddy.. please.” Your voice was soft as you tried to communicate with him - it didn’t take much, he knew you were in your sub space now.

He could tell by the way you were shaking your thighs and gently rolling your belly. Everything was becoming too much for you, barely able to hold on.. It was nearly torture, but it was so good. Harry wrapped his hand around his cock as he watched you grip the arm of the chair, one leg falling as the toy buzzed deep inside of you - rutting against your spot. He reached over and picked your leg back up, helping you prop it up and rest your foot on his knee for support. You whined, reaching for his hand but he didn’t give it to you. Instead, he grabbed the remote and increased the speed some, making your eyes widen and your head fall forward.

“Fuck!” You yelled, your pussy tingling as the toy moved within you. You wished it was Harry instead, but you were taking it so well, just like you knew he wanted. You didn’t care at this point if it was the toy, it was something filling you up. “No, no!” You shook your head as you saw him pumping his length.

Harry smirked as you tried to kick his hand away from his cock. “I’ll let you finish me off, baby love, don’t worry.” He assured you with a smirk, rubbing his thumb over his tip.

You couldn’t care any more, the feelings of the toy inside of you was becoming too much. Your head fell back again, your fingertips curling around your nipple. You wanted to beg Harry, wanted to plead with him to please let you have an orgasm, but no words were leaving your mouth. You were good at holding them, especially when you knew he was watching - but right not you were struggling. Thankfully, Harry knew your body so well. He easily saw how your clit started to throb quickly, your pussy clenching again and again around the toy - he knew exactly what that meant.

“Cum f’me, baby love. Show Daddy how good that toy feels, baby girl.” He encouraged you with a groan, his cock aching as he watched you come undone. “Such a good kitten.”

That did it. You whined suddenly and felt your entire body shake as your orgasm washed through you. Your stomach churned and clutched, your guts tightening as waves flooded your body. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, the toy still buzzing deep in your pussy as it clenched over and over. The only thing missing was the warmth of Harry’s cum in your gut, but you’d get that sooner or later.

“Fuck, look at how wet y’are f’me.” Harry leaned forward, forgetting his cock completely. He cut off the toy and watched as you slowly came down from your high. “Such a perfect pussy, yeah?”

You couldn’t react, you were still trying to regain your strength and awareness. Your body jerked in the chair, your hand falling to cover your sensitive parts - the breeze in the room was too much for your sensitive nub. Harry knocked your hand away, making you whine, but you quickly realized that the warmth from his fingertips slipping through your small folds was comforting.

“Fuck me, you always soak yourself, baby. Got my chair wet, yeah? Fuckin’ beautiful.”

“S-sorry.. Daddy.” You whispered back, eyes finally opening to look at him.

“Don’t apologize for that, my love.” He smirked, moving closer to give you a kiss. “S’fine, baby.”

You gulped softly, reaching up to touch his neck. He smirked, nodding softly to assure you that it was okay - you hadn’t noticed you were hesitating. Your fingers crawled onto his neck, curling around his nape as you held him close. He hummed softly then pressed his mouth against the corner of yours. You let out a shaky breath, accepting another soft kiss to your plump, swollen lips.

“Did.. did I.. do good, Daddy?” You asked in a careful whisper, not sure if you were still in trouble or not.

Harry groaned softly against your skin, furrowing his brows as he realized you were still so unsure. “You did amazing, my baby. Came exactly when Daddy said to, yeah, always so good at following the rules.” He grabbed your waist and comfortingly gave you a squeeze, hoping to ease your nerves. “Daddy’s good kitten, yeah?”

“Mmhm.. thank you.. s’so good.”

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah? Felt so nice, didn’t it? Daddy can tell, princess. Your pussy is drenched.”

Harry reached down with his other hand and softly rubbed his fingertips against the length of your labia, avoiding your most sensitive spot purposely.

You grunted gently as he accidentally bumped the end of the toy. “Pl-please.. take it out.. m’really.. sens-sensitive.”

“Of course, baby.” He pecked your cheek before leaning back to get a better look.

Harry carefully grabbed the toy and slowly pulled it from your hole. You winced as he got the biggest portion out, then easily popped the rest of the length out of you. He laid it on his desk and moved his attention right back to you.

“Now, feel better?”

You nodded a little. “Can.. can I have your cum, Daddy?”

He smirked, in disbelief at how sexy you were. You smiled, moving to sit up in the chair, your legs carefully falling. You were sore between your legs, the feeling of the buzzing still felt very evident, even though it was gone. You ignored that and grabbed his cock with both hands, wanting to finally get his cum in your throat.

“Of course, baby love. Make it quick, yeah? Daddy’s got work to do.”

“Yes sir.. I’ll be good this time.” You assured him with a gentle laugh.

He licked his lips and pushed your hair out of your face as you moved onto your knees on the floor, your lips opening wide for his tip. “M’sure you will be, kitten.”

Without any hesitating, you engulfed the first couple inches of him into your mouth. He groaned, combing through your soft hair as he watched you pull him back out. Your tongue swirled around his tip, then playfully flicked across his base. The grunt he pushed out made you moan softly against his swollen balls, causing his head to drop back.

“Watch me, please, Daddy.” Yoh mumbled sweetly before sucking his tip back into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl, s’good.” His fingers fell from your hair, he felt completely fucked out and he hadn’t even come yet. “Take my cum, kitten.”

You gathered spit on your tongue and easily spread it around his cock. A second after, you were taking him down your throat. Harry sighed when you stopped halfway and pulled him out. Your hand wrapped around his base and squeezed it a few times, eyes finding his.

“Can I.. take you all the way?” You wanted to be sure because that is what got you in trouble earlier.

He smirked, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “You can, baby. Be careful, yeah?”

You nodded and eagerly sucked him back into your mouth. Harry nearly busted as he felt the warmth of your throat suffocating his cock. Your nails dug into his thigh, your other hand covering his balls as you kept him in your throat. Harry groaned heavily, a burning sensation was growing in his gut. A few seconds passed and you came off of him for air.

“Fuck, kitten, just suck Daddy, okay? Just a few sucks and I’ll cum.”

“Mm, wan’ your cum, please.”

Harry groaned as you started pumping the lower half of him and sucking on the tip. He loved watching you come undone from his touch or his tongue or even his cock, but god he still loved watching you make him lose control. He loved watching you swallow his length and run your tongue over his swollen cock. He was so close.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned out as you rubbed the tip of your tongue over the slit of his head, slow and hard the way he liked. “Gonna cum, kitten.”

You whined softly as he pushed your hand back and took over - squeezing his balls with one hand and his cock with the other as he pumped faster than you could. You stuck your tongue out, eyes barely opened as you waited.

“Oh, fuck.. fuck, fuck.” Harry groaned, his stomach in knots as he stared at your mouth - those spit covered lips and your widened tongue, his target.

Your hand was between your legs, fingers rubbing against your clit as you stayed still. Harry knew you were touching yourself, and that alone made him fall over the edge.

“Fuck, baby. Take my cum, kitten.” His voice was as low as it could go, a growl following his words as cum spurted in thick stripes from his swollen tip.

You whimpered as it covered your tongue and splashed onto your lips and chin, even a bit got on your nose. Harry completely fucked himself out - watching his cum land on your pretty face was euphoric. Within seconds, his hot cum was all over you and he was slowing down his hand. His thumb rubbed his tip, smearing the left over cum over himself.

“Fuck, look at you, baby love.” Harry sighed out, relaxing his tensed body in the chair. “Daddy’s cum all over you.”

“Thank you.” You said sweetly as you swallowed what was in your mouth and licked your lips to get more. “Love your cum.”

He let out a deep chuckle and watched in awe as you wiped your finger across your nose and chin, gathering the cum to pop it into your mouth.

“Is there more?” You asked, your tongue swiping your lips.

Harry smirked and reached down to your face, using his thumb to wipe at your cheek. You grinned and grabbed his hand, guiding his finger into your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re precious, baby.”

You smiled and shrugged gently. “S’my favorite.”

“Oh, I know.” He got the rest that was on your face and allowed you to suck his thumb again. “Clean my cock, baby. Want you to have it all.”

You nodded, letting his hand go so you could move forward. Harry shuddered as your tongue slowly swiped over his tip, ridding him of every last drop.

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a/n: 🥵 I wasnt playing when I said this was just gonna be pure smut concepts … anyways hope you enjoy this update and are wanting more dom/daddy kink concepts! have a request? Let me know! Want part 3??? 👀

… part 3 🧡

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[moonchildstyles]

malibu

y/n finally has her dream life with her perfect husband. she just needs one more thing to make this the perfect night

wordcount: 14k+

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(Y/N) hummed in the kitchen, the hem of her powder blue dress swaying just below her knees as she listened to the shenanigans of Lucille Ball on the television set she had turned on in the living room. Tonight's dinner of a three-cheese lasagna was cooling on the stove top with the scent of basil and garlic warming the air. The pastry dough she'd just pulled from the refrigerator was still chilly as she rolled it out on the turquoise colored laminate covering her countertops, trying her best to make it thin enough she could see just a hint of the color underneath but not too thin as to ruin the hard work she put into layering the butter and pastry. Her diamond ring sat next to the sink, safely stashed away from tarnishing against the dinner she was finishing up for Harry's arrival home. 

Just above her work station was a glass window, warped just like a funhouse mirror at the carnival Harry had taken her on their first date all that time ago, but it didn't hide the view of her backyard. She was still getting used to the view of the beach in the distance. Despite there being a row of neighbors to either side of their new home, the development they'd moved into not long ago still had the open space that (Y/N) was sure was going to be made into another set of homes if Harry's predictions about Malibu's growth were right. 

Until then, she was going to take advantage of the sea view offered by her kitchen window, the sound of the waves crashing when she cracked open the glass, and the near constant sunshine that streamed through. Malibu was definitely a change from the rainy days she shared with Harry up until they moved less than a year ago, leaving their hometown where they fell in love to chase an opportunity he said could change their lives—set them up for a beautiful life together like the one he promised her in his wedding vows. 

It was hard leaving her family, but being by Harry's side as they forged their own path outside of the small opportunities offered back home was more than enough to make up for the heartache.  She couldn't be more proud of the man she was watching him become outside of their family's shadows.

The company he'd been brought into was doing so well, Harry walking around town with pride in his chest and a glowing smile on his face every time he could indulge (Y/N) in a dinner at the nice seafood restaurant on the coast, or even just a fresh bouquet of flowers he picked up on his way home. Nothing could beat the day he came running through the front door after work, calling to her from where she was cleaning up after her own workday, bright smile molding his features and chest heaving with the breath he was catching after running through the house. 

That was the day he told her about the major promotion he'd been offered, now seated just under the head of the company. The pay raise had been substantial—something they celebrated by buying their first television set—, and he'd be able to start coming home at reasonable times instead of doing the brunt work and staying late enough (Y/N) had to keep his dinner plate warm until he walked through the door hours after the sun dipped below the ocean line. It was what they had dreamed about the day they packed up and moved out West. It only made it better when (Y/N) realized that the promotion meant she no longer had to work as a secretary at town hall if she didn't want to (which she didn't. One of the councilman was a rat and did not respect the happy marriage she was in despite how many times she'd brought up the Mr. to her Mrs. or shown off the wedding photograph she had propped up on her desk). 

Now, she'd had a few months to settle into the life they had dreamed about when they laid out on the soccer field back home at the school where they fell in love. She made friends with some of the other families in the neighborhood and took pleasure in keeping house for Harry—he called it their love nest. She reveled in taking care of the details; fluffing the pillows, arranging Harry's records in perfect display, and trying to tame her growing book collection though there was always at least three novels spaced out around the house she promised to return to later before getting distracted. 

(Y/N) felt like the luckiest woman in the world when she settled into their emerald green couch at the end of the day. She had wonderful friends only a door away, a loving husband, and a beautiful home that smelled of the sweets she baked throughout the week. 

Today, she was trying out a recommendation from one of neighborhood friends: a peach and apple pie with cinnamon and sugar infused in the crust and almonds layering the bottom of the pan. When she had told Harry about it, he had lit up at the mention of peaches—his favorite summer fruit, he'd told her once in the backseat of his car when they were only teenagers. As she layered the now perfectly thin crust into the pie dish Harry's mother had gifted them as a wedding present, (Y/N) listened to the sound of laughter emanating from their television and hoped today's dessert would live up to Harry's expectations. 

Working quietly, (Y/N) finished filling her pie dish with the sweetened peaches and crisp apples before layering over the top in criss-crossed strips of crust. On instinct, the first thing she did was wash up her now free hands before slipping her wedding ring back on. The diamond sparkled in the light, refractions dancing over the sink for just a moment before flickering out once (Y/N) strayed from the sunlight. 

She felt accomplished once she slipped the completed confection in the oven, untying her apron before hanging it on the hook pinned to the wall by the fridge. Dinner was ready and waiting for the moment Harry walked through the door, with dessert baking away in the oven, sure to fill the house with the scent of cinnamon and sugar once the buttery mixture melted in with the fruit. Nothing but happiness filled her as she stood in the middle of her dream kitchen, waiting for her dream man to come home and tell her he loved her just as he did when he walked out the door that morning. 

As if she manifested it, Harry came through the door just as the vision of him with his slicked back hair and navy blue suit he left in this morning entered her mind. 

"(Y/N), darling, 'm home!" he called through the house, speaking over the beginning notes of The Danny Thomas Show sounding from their television set. 

Her skirt fluttered around her knees as she rushed out of the kitchen, heels clicking on the tiles. "Harry," she beamed, her voice taking on a dreamy quality once she caught sight of him. 

The briefcase he left the house with every morning was saddled by the door right next to the lunch pail she packed for him before he left for work as he pulled off his jacket, the rebellious set of tattoos he'd been collecting since they were teenagers winking through the thin white fabric of his dress shirt. His hair had fallen from the carefully slicked back 'do he had crafted in the mirror that morning, a rogue curl falling over his forehead while the rest of the waves struggled to make themselves known. It made him look younger, (Y/N) thought, harkening back to the days on the field at school, dimples deep in his cheeks and hair messy and curling enough that his mother nagged him to get a haircut. 

Malibu looked good on him.

Harry didn't even hesitate once he had his suit jacket hanging over the back of their sofa before he was gathering his wife up into his arms, (Y/N)'s own looping around his neck. Burying his face in the crook off her neck, he hummed out a sigh that rumbled his chest. 

"I missed you," he practically purred, "Left the house thinking about you, and never stopped." 

Despite the fact their modest wedding had occurred just over a year ago, it felt like the honeymoon hadn't worn off. Of course, they'd had their own set of problems and disagreements to get through (the move was probably one of the most stressful times in (Y/N)'s life and she made sure to let Harry know that), but never once had those butterflies flown from her tummy or the excitement of waking up beside him fade. Now being married herself, she doesn't think she'll ever fully understand sitcom families where the husband and wife weren't tripping all over themselves to be with one another. That just wasn't her and Harry.

"I missed you, too, H," she said, mussing the baby hairs that played on the nape of his neck. After making sure to squeeze him super tight one last time, she pulled away with the intention of only moving far enough back to see his face and nothing more. She was met with a beaming smile and softly flushed cheeks, mossy green eyes adoring as they traced her features. "How was work, honey?" 

His smile grew as did the dimples denting his cheeks at the gentle term of endearment she slipped in. He barred his arms around around her waist, his forearms creating a solid cradle that lined the small of her back as he canted his head down at her. "It was good. Had to review and approve m'first round of expense reports since the promotion, and—I can't lie, darling—it was so boring that I almost asked if I could go back to m'old position." 

(Y/N) only shook her head with a short smile on her lips, "It couldn't have been that bad." 

"It was awful, 'm telling you!" Harry exasperated, though his own mouth threatened to fall victim to a smile. "Towards the end of it, I had to start using a calculator I borrowed from accounting to double check if two plus two really was four or if I was losing it." 

A playful roll of her eyes molded her expression into something teasing. "What a hard life you lead—sitting in your cushy office with a beach view, checking numbers someone else did the hard work of crunching together." 

"I know," Harry sagged, playing along, "I don't know how I do it, precious. Sometimes, I wonder if I lost it ages ago, and all of this has been a dream. Wouldn't surprise me." 

"You're so dramatic, Harry Edward," she scolded him, though the reprimand held little weight through her smiling mouth. "Ridiculous." 

"But y'love me, anyway," he said, ducking his head down and pursing his lips in wait for a kiss. 

He didn't pose much of a question, but (Y/N) couldn't help but reaffirm him. "I do love you," she whispered before granting him the kiss he was practically begging for. 

Harry hummed into the kiss, contentment seeping through and coating her lips like honey. Still situated by the front door, arms wrapped round one another with Harry in his work clothes and (Y/N) in the nice dress she changed into before she started work on the dessert baking away in the oven, they didn't have any plans to move. Especially not with the way her husband gazed down at her like he didn't even see the rest of the house around them, only taking in the home standing right in front of him. 

"What did y'do today, (Y/N)?" he asked, the genuine interest in his gaze painting warmth over her in broad stripes. She loved when he said her name like that.

"Nothing too exciting," she sighed, shuffling on the toes of her heels, "After you left for work, I went over and saw Sarah and the ladies for brunch, and Connie told everyone she wants to start a book club with the ladies from the neighborhood, but I don't know if I'm going to join. I don't think I'd much like the books she'd pick out, but we'll see. Then I called our moms—they want us to visit soon, by the way—before I went to the post office to mail off a couple of those photos we took at the beach last week to both of them. But after that, I spent the rest of the afternoon reading before I started dinner." 

"Connie wants to start a book club?" he blanched, brows knitting in disbelief as he'd been stuck on that detail.

"That's what I thought!" (Y/N) bubbled, the strands of hair framing her face fluttering at her flustered movements, "Sarah and I had to keep from laughing when she suggested it. I almost choked on my quiche." 

"Wasn't she the one refused to speak to you for weeks when she saw your copy of Bonjour Tristesse on the table?" Harry pressed, canting his head as he tried to wrap his mind around it. 

"Yes, and she's the one that told me the only book she's read in the last three years was Eloise because she thinks adult literature is growing 'corrupt'." 

Harry almost looked pained as he recalled that specific story (Y/N) had come home with after having lunch with her friends. "Darling," he stressed, a shake of his head following after, "I don't think y'should join that book club." 

"I'll have to talk to Sarah tomorrow and see if she thinks we should join just to see what Connie thinks is worthy of having weekly meetings over, but I don't think I'll be reading any of her recommended books." 

He let out a laugh at her words before tipping his chin a pressing a soft kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead. "I don't blame you," he muttered under his breath, "Y'had a busy day, precious. I don't know how y'handle all of them and still have time to make dinner and take care of the house. You're too good for me." 

A heat filled (Y/N)'s cheeks, smile blooming like the bouquet of peonies that Harry had brought home Monday night to her. "No, I'm not, H. Don't say that. We're perfectly matched, don't you think?" 

"I don't know, love," he sighed, looking at her like she was a dream or an otherworldly creature that he couldn't comprehend, "I think I got really lucky with you. Don't know what I did to convince y'to love me forever, but I'll take it." 

(Y/N) didn't know what to say as she took in his affectionate words, her heart beating to the tune of his name. She shied in his hold, shifting in his arms to hug him around the waist with her cheek pressed against his shoulder. Harry's own arms tightening around her, keeping her safely cradled into his form.

"Where'd all this come from?" she peeped, finally finding her voice amid all of the heart shaped clouds that puffed through her head, "You're going to make me cry if you're not careful, honey." 

Harry hummed, his chest rumbling under her cheek. His contentment was clear as he began to sway them on the small rug that carpeted the tile by the front door. "I listened to Etta all day in m'office while I did paperwork—can't blame me for feeling extra in love with you," he gently argued, his nose skimming the top of her head. 

"And to think I thought you would be in an Elvis mood," she started, skating over his affectionate words in fear of her heart falling out of her throat if she tried to speak around it, "I even got your records out and everything." 

"Mm," he hummed, reluctantly drawing away from her though he made sure to wrap one of her hands up in his as he towed her along with him to his stack of precious records he began collecting the second they had the money to do so, "I can think of one of his songs I want to listen to, darling" 

He thumbed through the stack she laid out for him, the covers worn and crinkled at the corners from near-constant use. (Y/N) watched his long fingers flick through the album sleeves until he pulled out the record he was seeking, shooting her a sly glance before slipping his hand out from hers. He gave her his back as he played with the gramophone, adjusting the needle after laying the record gently on the base. The familiar static buzz of the speaker filled the air as the record spun, the grooves not quite catching on the pick until the first notes of Harry's chosen song joined the fray. 

(Y/N) tilted her head with a small smile as soon as she recognized the music now filling her living room, Danny Thomas and his family completely forgotten on the television screen. Mr. Presley crooned out the opening lyrics of First In Line, one of Harry's favorites to sing to her when he was feeling particularly in love with her. 

Harry wasted no time in collecting her in his hold, his palm conforming to the curve of her waist whilst he laced the fingers of his other hand through hers, palms pressed together. He held their joined hands just between their chests as he started swaying her to the music, dimples deep in his cheeks as he gazed down at her, looking all too smug. 

Unable to shake the smile from her face as she danced in the living room with her husband, (Y/N) spoke around it as she told him, "You're such a cheese, H. I should've known you'd play this."

Faux-offense molded his features as he spun her around, her skirt fluttering around her shins before she was settled once again in his hold. "'M a cheese for loving m'wife? Since when is that so bad?" he argued, a light shining behind his green eyes as he ducked his head down to match her gaze, "Besides, as far as I remember, y'like it when 'm a cheese." 

"Maybe," she countered with a shrug, turning her head before he could catch just how much she really did love when he became especially sticky and sweet on her. 

His hand on her waist disappeared before landing on the round of her smiling cheek, pulling her back to face him. That proud grin on his face only grew once he felt how heated she was under his palm, blood glowing under her cheeks. "See? 'M right, aren't I? I see y'getting all shy, don't lie. Y'love when 'm soft on you." 

With his steadying hand on her cheek and the soft of his thumb running along the height of her cheekbone, (Y/N) felt her features round out and soften all that much more as soon as her eyes met Harry's. He liked when she got like this, he'd told her before, all shy and warmed by his love; he said once it reminded him of the girl he met all that time ago when she moved next door to him, quiet and shy and so pretty, he decided then he wanted to know her. 

"Maybe," she repeated on a breath, brain a little too preoccupied trying to dedicate this vision of him to memory to think of anything more brilliant to argue with. She watched as his grin grew and dimples deepened at her response; he knew he won.

Shaking his head before dipping down and pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of her nose, Harry held her close as the final notes of Elvis's crooning voice filled their living room, the much more upbeat tone of Paralyzed now replacing it. Harry left it to play as he unraveled himself from around his wife, only reaching back to turn down the music and flick off the television before tugging her along with him towards the kitchen. 

"Said y'finished dinner already, darling?" he asked her, casting his gaze over his shoulder at her, the heels of his fancy work shoes clicking over the tiles.

"Mhm," she hummed, finding her voice despite the distracting view of his contracting muscles under the stretch of his shirt, "It's—uh—it's that lasagna I told you one of the ladies recommended. It should be cooled down by now, if you're ready." 

Harry feigned a nonchalant shrug before slipping his hand out of hers in favor of reaching for some glasses and the bottle of wine he had stowed atop of the fridge. "Yeah, I think I could eat before I take y'upstairs." 

(Y/N)'s mouth went dry at the implication of his words, thighs squeezing under the cover of her dress. "You want to take me upstairs?" 

Casting a glance over his shoulder, his face displayed something incredulous, like he couldn't be sure she was really questioning him. "Of course I do, silly. Where have y'been for the last twenty minutes?" 

Despite his teasing, she couldn't stop the smile that took her lips and the heat that bubbled under her skin. "I'll get everything ready, then," she said, reaching for a duo of plates to dish out tonight's dinner onto. With her back to him, spatula in hand as she cut out squares of the cooled lasagna, (Y/N) listened to the clinking of glasses before a wine cork was dislodged from the bottle. She swallowed, voice coming out like a secret, "Y-You'll take me upstairs after, though?" 

"If I can wait that long," Harry answered in a beat, voice casual like (Y/N) wasn't feeling her muscles unravel and tighten all at the same time as he spoke. He might as well have been asking her if she wanted to see Marilyn Monroe's new movie this weekend with how dismissive his tone was.

Swallowing, all (Y/N) was able to peep out was a quiet okay, as she grated extra cheese on the top of their lasagna squares. She took her time as she dished out helpings of the leafy salad she had off to the side and the twisted breadsticks she'd learned the recipe for from Harry's mother. The plate assembly was a needed distraction as she processed his words. 

Her voice came back to her as she turned with the filled plates in hand to find Harry sat at the head of the dinner table, a glass of wine dictating where she was meant to sit across from him. He had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, leaving his forearms bare, the multitude of ink on his left arm looking especially dark with the help of the fading sunlight leaking in through the sliding glass door behind him. That one stray curl that refused to stay in place still hung over his forehead, matching the boyish charm that lit up his eyes once he caught how flustered his wife was. All it took was the raise of an eyebrow at her, dimple threatening to dip into his cheek, that she spoke again. 

"And if you can't? Wait that long, I mean," she murmured, settling his plate in front of him first. 

He shrugged, catching her eye again with his cute smile full of white teeth and raspberry colored lips. "Guess I'll jus' have to have y'on the table, then." 

(Y/N) couldn't even have hoped to school her features into a more lady-like reaction before her jaw fell open, parting her lips into a small gape, gaze going dreamy and rounded while the set of her shoulders bowed. Her breathing hitched in her lungs, the air coming out in a puffed exhale she hadn't intended on letting out. There was nothing in her head that she could compute as she looked at him, innocent expression on his face despite the words that hung in the air between them. 

The seconds she lagged behind in getting herself together only served to make Harry more and more smug over his effect on her. The spell was broken as soon as he patted her on the bottom, urging her towards her already set up spot at the table, red wine in a crystalline glass at the ready. "Go sit down, darling," he told her, "I think y'need to eat a little bit before we talk any more about that, hm?" 

On stilted legs, she moved to her spot at the dinner table, facing Harry at the other end. She could feel his eyes on her with every step, her heels clicking over the tiled floor in sparks of noise. (Y/N) tried her best to settle her features, even out her reaction a little more before she sat down and had to face him again. She figured she didn't do too stellar of a job when Harry's grin could be seen over his wine glass as he took a sip. 

A beat passed as they cut into their food, (Y/N) doing so on autopilot as she couldn't shake the vision of Harry bending her over the dining table and taking her just as he said, before her husband let out a praising moan around the food. 

"(Y/N)," he started, affection dripping from his voice as it wrapped around her name in a loving squeeze, "this is wonderful. Y'said the ladies gave y'the recipe?" 

Perking up under his praise, she cast him a genuine smile around her heart in her throat. She nodded her head, hair fluttered about at the motion, "It was Glenne's recipe. There's like three different cheeses, and marinated garlic, and all this other fancy stuff. It kept me busy." 

"This might be m'new favorite," Harry pressed, his smile going lopsided as he gazed at her, "Best chef in the neighborhood, I swear." 

"I don't know about that," she brushed off through her smile, feeling her features heat for a different reason this time. 

He was the best at distracting her, she realized, as he continued speaking. Though she still yearned for the moment she could hopefully convince him to do anything—take her here on the table or upstairs to their bedroom—, he was definitely doing his part of distracting her with sweetened praises and questions of what book it is that she read today. 

She just hoped he wouldn't be so good at it that he forgot that promise. 

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"I can wrap up some leftovers and send them with you to work tomorrow, if you want?" 

(Y/N) cleared up the table, her setting already waiting in the sink as she had put it away when getting Harry's second serving of the night. She spoke over her shoulder to Harry as he still sat at the dinner table, glass of wine down to the final sip as his eyes followed her. 

"That would be nice, darling, thank you," he smiled, stretching in his seat before leaning into the carved back, "Then, I'll get to brag to everyone about not just how smart and pretty my wife is, but she's the best cook in town, too. Marinates her own garlic and everything." 

"See? Just like I said—you're a cheese," she laughed, shaking her head before focusing her attention on the dinner plates now soaking in the soapy water filling the sink. 

Dinner had gone by quietly, Harry being the sweetheart he always was and asking her more about her own day before providing anecdotes about his own, making plans with her for this weekend, and obnoxiously praising her cooking. While he'd done a good job of steering the conversation towards safe dinner table talk, she still couldn't shake the anticipation that grew in the pit of her stomach every time he opened his mouth. She wondered every time if this was going to be the moment that he declared he could no longer wait around, that he wanted to take her right now. She wondered if he would push his plate out of the way and knock his wine to the side before hiking her up onto the table and serving her up like his most preferred meal. 

Seeing as how (Y/N)'s dress was still buttoned to her neck and every piece of china was in perfect condition, that moment never came. Instead, she dished out a second helping of his new favorite dinner and sat with her glass of wine as she talked to him about anything other than the warmth that had gathered between her thighs. Besides, she still had hope that even if she didn't get bent over the dining table with Harry pressing into her from behind, that she'd at least have the weight of his body hovering over hers as he worked her into their mattress upstairs. 

As she laid out their plates on the drying rack stationed to the side of the sink, (Y/N) felt a pair of arms slip around her waist before a pair of lips dropped a kiss to the cuff of her shoulder. A gentle smile tugged at her lips as her hands slowed in the soapy water, only a set of forks sitting at the bottom of the sink. Harry's arms were strong around her waist, her form being hugged back into his chest tight enough she could feel the expanding of his lungs with every deep inhale. 

"Have I told y'how pretty y'look today?" he mumbled into her skin, the words being stamped over her pores and sinking into her melting system. 

Tipping her head to the side, she offered the expanse of her neck for him to trail his kisses over, the warmth of his mouth heating her blood. "Maybe a little." 

"Doesn't sound like I've said it enough then, does it?" he countered, his hold on her loosening until his palms were on either side of her hips. He took advantage of the grip and spun her around in his arms. He gazed down at her with heat hiding behind the jade of his eyes, tracing languidly over her features while his arms looped around her waist. "So, so gorgeous, darling," he praised her, voice a breathy whisper tinted with the scent of the cherry-noted merlot they shared, "And so patient, aren't you? Saw y'squirming all through dinner, but not once did y'interrupt me or whine for taking m'time—not even when I asked for seconds." 

Swallowing around the lump of her heart that climbed up her throat, (Y/N) whispered, "You noticed?" 

"Of course, I did, darling," Harry told her with pure confidence, cocking his head to the side as if he couldn't believe she was asking, "Had m'eyes on you the whole night, of course I noticed my pretty little wife getting antsy, waiting for me to bend her over the table." 

It was the way her jaw fell open, lips agape, and eyes gazed up at Harry in a dreamy daze that made it almost too clear how on the nose he was. That confidence that shone in his eyes spread over his face as his lips quirked into a lopsided grin, all too smug to be fair with his dimples softening his features.  She floundered over a response, restless fingers busied with the buttons on Harry's top. 

"I mean," she swallowed, trying her hand at his signature nonchalance though she didn't pull it off nearly as well as she couldn't pluck her gaze from her hands on his chest, "I wouldn't have complained if that happened." 

Harry's response lagged, causing (Y/N) to pull her eyes from the sheer pink painted over her nails, to find him looking to her with the blunt of his teeth digging into his bottom lip. His eyes were clear as he scanned them over her features, tracing over the planes of her face before dropping to the curve of her throat. She watched as he followed the lines and slopes of her neck, the smooth skin disappearing under the collar of her dress. She felt exposed even with the cover of her dress, fingers growing restless as she plucked at the buttons fastening his shirt to the broad of his body with her wedding band glimmering in the lowlight. 

"And what would y'have done if I did do that, since y'weren't going to complain?" he murmured to her, the air in the room being sucked out as he dropped the volume of his tone. 

Her breathing was interrupted as she struggled to figure out how to tell him how good she would have been for him had he pulled her out of her chair and flipped her skirt up. She didn't know how to articulate how quickly she would have dropped to her knees in the middle of their meal if he gave her the right look, ready to please him. She didn't know how to express that she wouldn't have blinked an eye seeing their china fall to the ground and wine splash over the tiled floor with a sweep of his arm before tugging her up with her back flat on the table before placing himself between the cradle of her thighs, driving his hips between her legs. 

"Y'would've let me, wouldn't you?" he mused, voice growing thick and dark like molasses. His hold on her shifted, his arms falling from the loop they made around her waist to anchor his hands on either side of her hips, the flare fitting into his palms. With his new grip, he kept her steady as he pressed his hips flush against hers, the ridge of his hardened cock pressing into the soft of her stomach through her linen dress, the fabric creasing and molding itself around him. Harry didn't need an answer before he continued, backing her up in the direction of the dining table behind her as he said, "Y'would have just laid there pretty for me while I had m'fill, huh? Perfect little wife, taking care of her man, aren't you? Work so hard all day to keep you in your pretty dresses and nice house, least y'could do is have me between your legs, relax with your pussy around m'cock." 

If not for his hands on her hips, (Y/N) swore she would have toppled to the ground; bones emulating her soft insides that were willing to turn into anything, bend into any shape at Harry's will. Her steps backwards were nothing more than clumsy shuffles as she couldn't find anything in her brain willing to function on any other plane than the view that was granted in front of her. She watched as Harry took a slow perusal of her features, noting the way he smiled at her reaction, the curl lingering and slow though his eyes darkened with the blown out size of his pupil. 

"Is that what y'would have done for me, (Y/N)?" he pressed just as (Y/N) hit the edge of the dining table, the empty wine glasses tottering on the surface at the force. Before she had a chance to distract herself with the noise, Harry brought his hand up to her face, pinching her chin between her thumb and forefinger. He ensured she matched his gaze, nothing more important in that moment than who was standing in front of him. "Tell me the truth, darling." 

Her hands fluttered behind her, gripping the edge of the table with her nails tapping the underside of the surface as Harry pressed himself flush against her. Her bottom edged to sit on the table, her feet threatening to lift from the ground if Harry made the right move and laid her out on the surface. Forcing herself to release her bottom lip from the cage of her teeth, she nodded her head. "I wo-would. I would've been so good for you, H, I promise. Let you do whatever you want—I'll take it." 

"Yeah?" he pressed, dipping his head just right to come near enough that the tip of his nose skimmed hers.

He was just close enough to feel the heat of his breath fanning over her skin, but not close enough to feel even the barest graze of his lips over hers. Tipping her head back, she only nodded to him as an afterthought before smoothing her mouth over Harry's, something akin to relief touched at her system at the first graze of his mouth she'd had since he came home. Harry melted into the contact, his hold on her softening though the press of his bulge into her stomach never lessened. His hand on her face slipped to fall over the curve of her neck, palm pressing against the base as her breathing stuttered underneath it. 

A smug curl of his lips could be felt against her mouth as he gauged her reaction. Harry's hand on her hip urged her backwards, pushing her to sit herself on the table despite the flower arrangement lurking just behind her. Reluctantly, his hand sitting at the base of her throat traced down her form before matching the other on her hip. His palms warmed her through the fabric of her dress, the imprint of his wedding band sinking into the soft of her skin. 

Distracted by the slip of his tongue into (Y/N)'s mouth, she hadn't noticed the way his hands slid further down her body until they wrapped around the back of her thighs. He swept her off her feet, her gasp coating Harry's mouth as her hands fluttered to steady herself with a hold on his shoulders. He settled her gently on the surface of the table, the reaching leaves of the peony arrangement tickled at the back of her bare arm, goosebumps rising in the wake. 

Harry didn't waste a second before he fit himself snugly between her legs, soft thighs cushioning his hips. His palms cradled her cheeks as he smeared his lips over hers in frantic kisses, tongue wetting her lips and sweeping over her own. Strands of his hair tickled her nose as they fell from the perfect coiffed style he wore to work, the ends curling and reaching out towards her like they couldn't stand to not be touching her like the rest of him. (Y/N)'s breathing came out in soft puffs through her nose as she tipped her head in whatever which way Harry wanted her during their messy kisses. 

Feeling his shoulders under her palms through the fabric of his shirt wasn't enough for (Y/N) anymore as she hooked her ankle around the back of his leg. It wasn't fair, she decided. She made him dinner and kept the house warm while he was away at work, she deserved to feel the heat of his bare skin, the heave of his chest as he struggled to steady his breathing despite refusing to stop kissing her, the beat of his heart against his ribcage under her hand. She deserved all of that. 

Tracing her hands down from the broad of his shoulders, (Y/N) sought out the row of buttons fastening his shirt to his form. She blindly ran her palms over his chest, fingertips itching to take apart the material in favor of reaching the bare of his skin. As soon as she hit that first button, she made quick work of the binding, taking them down one by one as Harry's kissing dissolved in favor of feeling a smug smile against her mouth. 

"Could've jus' asked if y'wanted me to take this off, precious," he told her, the murmur quiet as it floated between the two. 

She felt breathless as she spoke, her nose nudging against his as she gave a short nod, "I-I want it off. Please, I want to touch you, H." 

Though he didn't make any attempts to stop her hands from playing with the final button on his now untucked shirt, Harry didn't make any move to help. He seemingly considered her request, a brow raising as he seemed to remember something. 

"Are y'sure?" he pressed, hands on her face moving to slid into her hair, "I thought y'said you'd lay there and take it for me—promised you'd jus' be my pretty little wife and let me take you. Don't really need to touch me if y'do that, do you?" 

She floundered at his response. Of course she wanted to be good and take it—take him—, but didn't he want her to touch him? That wasn't fair, (Y/N) thought. That's not fair to feel his hands all over her body, and not have the chance to reciprocate; even now with his fingers threading through her hair, she couldn't fathom not doing the same to him with even a brush of her fingertips over his chest or a comb through his hair. 

"B-But, H—That's not fair, I want to tou—" 

He cut off her whining with a tender kiss to her lips, the perfect distraction as she melted into him. "'S alright, darling," he soothed her, "I was only teasing. Let me help you, yeah?" 

With her hands fisted in the hem of his shirt, she nodded her head in giddy jerks. "Thank you, thank you, H," she told him through her growing smile. 

She gladly let her hands fall from his form as soon as she felt Harry's replace hers at the final fastening on his top. His dress shirt was quickly shed from his form as soon as the final button was undone, creating a white puddle at his feet. (Y/N) watched through a dreamy gaze as he then fit his fingers through the neckline of his undershirt, the white tank joining the puddle of material on the floor only a second later. 

(Y/N) couldn't help the satisfied grin that molded her features as soon as she caught sight of the full of Harry's tanned torso. Their days at the beach were not spent in vain she could see now with the black of his tattoos standing out against the gold of his skin. He was the perfect Malibu daydream: curling hair, dark tattoos from a rebellious streak inked over tan skin, bright green eyes rivaling the seafoam in their backyard, and the glint of a shining wedding band on his finger. 

"This what y'wanted, (Y/N)?" he asked her, resuming his spot between her legs though his hands made a new home on the tops of her thighs. Her dress conformed to the shape of his fingers, ruching up just enough to unveil more of her legs the more he moved. 

"Mhm," she hummed, pleased with herself once he was close enough for her own hands to land on his bare skin. He was just as warm as she had glimpsed under his work shirt, skin soft as her fingertips dented the flesh though there was only so much give over the blocks of his muscles. 

Just as she made a move to press a kiss to the hollow of his throat, manicured nails raking over the birds etched just under his collarbones, Harry stopped her. His hands were firm as they landed on her waist. It was his turn to look a little smug down at her, (Y/N) knowing that he let her win only so he could collect his own bigger victory. 

"You've got to take something off now, too. Keep it fair, darling, right?" he mused, sharp gaze dropping to her own set of buttons tying her dress up high on her front. 

A pout made itself known on her features as soon as she realized what he was suggesting. "But, Harry, that's not fair. I only have my dress on, so it wouldn't be fair if I was naked and you're still half-dressed," she argued, sounding a bit petulant to her own ears though she didn't have it in herself to care much at the moment. 

Harry's grin seemed to only stretch wider, dimples deep thumbprints in his cheeks, at her words. "'M sure we can figure something out, don't you think?" 

It was then that she watched as he lowered himself to his knees between her legs. Her feet dangled on either side of him, the toes of her heels tapping against he width of his forearms. With the fluff of her dress obscuring Harry's hands as they disappeared up the hemline, (Y/N) was reminded of her wedding day in that moment. She remembered the way he ran those same hands up her legs, her cheeks having been blazing on fire with her blood bubbling underneath at the fact their families had been watching as he searched for the garter under her wedding gown. Now, there was a much less innocent glint to his eyes, something much more smug in his smile, and the heat under her skin had less to do with embarrassment. 

The clear green of his eyes became the focal point of (Y/N)'s view as she gazed down at him, her hands once again curled around the lip of the table in an effort to keep herself steady as she watched. His own hands traveled under the length of her dress, nails catching on her soft skin with tickling scratches that he soothed with a sweep of his fingertips until he found the line of her underwear. He directed her to budge up, darling, as soon as he found the waist of the soft cotton, wasting no time before working the garment down the length of her legs. He helped her kick off her heels before the underwear followed, the sodden middle clear in the lowlight filling the dining room.

"Feels a lot more fair now, doesn't it?" he told her, satisfied as he cast his gaze to the panties in his hands, definitely noting the slick that coated just where her pussy would have been nestled in the fabric. 

"Not with you all the way down there," she complained, already missing the heat of him all around her and the width of him between her thighs. Besides, she didn't go through all that trouble to get his top off only to look at him from a distance. 

Harry tsked at her as he dropped her panties to the growing pile of laundry on the floor, rising from his knees as he playfully shook his head. "And to think," he started, drawing his hands up over her legs with the hem of her dress still caught on his wrists, "that y'had promised me you'd be good. I don't think backtalk is being good, is it, darling?" 

As soon as he was near enough, (Y/N) didn't hesitate before she trailed her hands up his arms, inky tattoos on his left arm standing out starkly against her own design-less skin. "Can you blame me?" (Y/N) countered, looking up at him through fanned out lashes, "You wouldn't like it if I was half dressed but you weren't able to touch me at all. Especially, if I had been teasing you all night." 

Only a single dimple dented into Harrys' features as a lopsided smile took over his mouth, an affectionate glaze lacquering his eyes. "I guess I can't when y'put it that way," he mused, dipping his head a pressing a kiss to her own kiss-swollen lips, "I have been teasing you all night, haven't I? Of course, you're going to act out when 'm making y'so needy." 

With the rumbling of his voice she could hear just as much as she could feel with her hands on his chest, and his body pressing into hers, (Y/N) nodded her head as best she could without drawing too far away from his lingering kiss. The tip of his nose skimmed along the side of her own, as he indulged her in a seeking press of his lips before he drew away. He drug his gaze over her form, following the line of her neck until it disappeared under the collar of her dress until he found his hands on her thighs. The skirt was still bunched at his wrists, concealing the way his fingertips were denting into the soft of her thighs underneath the fabric. 

He took his time inching his hands up her legs, his gaze following after. (Y/N) felt her entire body clench, muscles tight, as soon as she felt the tips of his fingers met the crease of her thigh just before the sensitive skin of her core. The beginnings of a self-satisfied smile worked on his mouth as he peered at her through his lashes, a little too amused at her reaction. 

"H-Harry, please, can you just—...You said no more teasing," (Y/N) whined when he lingered too long, not moving his hands any farther than the full of her thighs and gentle fingertips not even daring to prod any deeper between. 

"Did I say that, darling?" he mumbled, voice barely more than a graveled whisper, "Because I don't think I would. I like this game a little too much to have promised to stop." 

(Y/N) couldn't help herself before her features contorted, a crease filling in between her brows and eyes going distressed to match the pout on her lips. "But, Harry—" 

"Don't whine like that, darling," he stopped her, voice a firm murmur, "I'll give y'what y'want, jus' let me play." 

Though it wasn't the answer she wanted (the ideal response she was looking for at this point was him undoing his pants before driving himself between her thighs, but it would appear that life isn't fair), she was going to have to accept it if she wanted him at all. Nonetheless, as he continued his lingering game, hands not even moving at this point, she keened her back, arching into him in search of his kiss. 

Something calmed in her as soon as she felt his lips seal against her own. She was grounded to the moment finally, his mouth a promise that he was going to take care of her, not to worry because he had her. She had to take that if she was going to stay sane through his games. Harry seemed to notice her compliance then as he finally drifted from the spot his palm was warming over her thigh and brushed his fingertips over the mound of her core. Desperation made her skin overly sensitive, the barely there touch calming an ache that lingered just under the surface. Her fingernails dug into the wood of their table at the touch, spine stiffening with a hitch in her breath. 

"See?" he told her, words fanning across her opened mouth, "When you're sweet, y'get what y'want." 

"Y-Yeah," she agreed, voice a touch shaky as she wanted more of his attention, "Thank you, H." 

The hand he still held on her thigh tightened at her gratitude, fingertips denting the soft flesh he regularly fawned over when he had his face tucked between them. Tipping his head, he smeared his lips over the corner of her mouth, his own expression twisting as if that was exactly what he wanted to hear from her. Her murmured something against her skin that was too muffled to catch anything more than the affection seeping from his tone as he drew himself closer to her form, leaving just enough room for his hand to work between them. 

Harry's gentle fingertips moved deftly down between her legs, tracing over her slick slit. (Y/N) breath became stuck in her throat when she felt him graze over her pearled clit, thighs tensing around his hips. She tried to say his name—say anything—but nothing came out other than the strangled air that lingered in her lungs. With his two fingers bundled together, he slid them over her folds, coating himself in her wetness as he dropped his head to burrow against the curve of her neck. As he kissed over her jumping pulse, (Y/N) was hyperaware of the way his two longest fingers prodded around her slick opening, teasing her as she clenched around nothing. Using his grip on her leg and a push of his hip on the other, Harry spread her open wider, baring her completely to him. 

With her skirt pushed up to her waist, just barely concealing what Harry was doing between her legs from view, (Y/N) had half the mind to be embarrassed, knowing just how easy it would be for a nosy neighbor of theirs (and Lord knows they have enough of them) to peek through an open window and catch her husband moments away from fingering her on the dinner table. Before she could get too far with that thought, (Y/N) entire body fell lax as Harry sunk his fingers inside her. 

"Oh my god," she keened, back arching as her head fall backwards with her throat on display. Her toes curled from where her feet dangled on either side of Harry's legs, matching the grip of her hands on the edge of the table, scratches sure to be left on the underside from where her nails gouged the wood. 

His smug smile could be felt against her shoulder as he made no move to draw away from the home he made in the soft of her form. He thrusted his fingers in lingering pulls between her parted thighs, thumb grazing the bud at the top of her slit while his fingers prodded at her soft spots from the inside. 

At the first brush of his fingers against her most tender spot—the one he helped her discover in the backseat of his car just after they graduated—, she reflexively unlatched her hand from the lip of the table. She reached for his forearm, the muscles bunching and tensing under her hands as he stroked his fingers inside her wetness. Now her fingers dented the warm skin, his body her lifeline in that moment. The sound of her slick swallowing around his fingers traveled through the room, drowning out the notes of Elvis that dared to filter through the house. Despite how relaxed she felt at the first dip of his fingers inside her, an unbelievable pressure ribboned itself around her insides, tightening her further and further until she swore if not for the distraction of all the pleasure coursing through her system, she could have been in pain. Her eyes fell closed with a flutter of her lashes, hair falling down her back as she couldn't find it in herself to right her posture. 

"Relax, darling, relax," Harry crooned to her, his voice breaking through the atmosphere that was building around her, "If you're too tight for m'fingers, how am I gonna fit inside, hm? Relax so I can give y'what y'want." 

"I-I can't help it, Ha-Harry," she cried, tips of her hair tickling her skin as she shook her head. 

"Yes, y'can," he told her, the command spreading like honey over her skin as he spoke into her neck. The tip of his nose skimmed along the curve of her throat as he worked up to whisper into her ear, "Jus' breathe, alright? Settle down and then I'll give you m'cock, yeah?" 

Though his fingers never relented the pace they were working between her legs, only lingering longer and longer over her walls as they grew snug around him, (Y/N) tried her best to follow his direction. Her breathing came in shaky inhales, cut off when he pressed his thumb into her clit just right or tapped on the tender spot on her insides, but she was trying. She used the feel of Harry's lips lingering over her neck and the anchor of his arm under her palm to ground her to the moment. It took a few tries before she had an even pace going, her body relaxing as she allowed him to manipulate her as he pleased without her body trying to reign control. 

"That's better, precious," he praised her, slowing his fingers between her legs into gentle strokes to help open her up. His hand on her thigh gave another squeeze before slipping out from under the cover of her dress. She felt the heat of his palm trace over her form until she felt his fingers wrap around the base of her exposed throat. The span of his hand pressed into the shelf of her collarbones, urging her to lay back as he drew away from the home he made along the curve of her form. "Lay down, darling." 

His command came out on a breathy exhale that fanned over her skin, a layer of goosebumps erupting in its wake despite the humidity that suddenly filled the dining room. (Y/N) didn't stand a chance against his gentle pushing, carefully laying back on the table without disrupting the bouquet of flowers that reached out to touch her. Now without the anchors of his arm and the edge of the table to grip into, (Y/N) fisted her skirt in her hands, eyes hooded as she gazed up at Harry through the veil of her lashes. 

The ink of his pupils was large and blown out, darker even in the low hanging light that centered over the dining table. She felt like the perfect meal lying before him with the way his gaze lingered over her form, tracing each curve and flare and dip of her body through the linen of her dress. His hand on her neck slipped down her body, now only a ghost of his warmth being felt on the hollow of her throat. All the while, his leisurely thrusting fingers between her legs came to a slow stop before he pulled them from her entirely. (Y/N) hissed when he made a point to drag his fingertips along her slit and press into her budding clit, her back arching just enough to bow off the surface of the table. 

He hushed her gently, Harry's voice coming as a coo around her name as he soothed her. He ran his clean hand down the length of her thigh in a calming run before all evidence of his touch was gone in an instant. (Y/N) caught her breath in that moment until she heard the found of his fingers tinkering with the buckle of his belt and the unzipping of his trousers. Her heart stuttered for a moment at the noises, knowing what was coming next, until upstarting at a pace she couldn't remember achieving outside of their wedding night. 

"Keep them open for me, love," Harry instructed her, his hands landing on her hips to drag her to the edge of the table as he worked himself between her thighs. She hadn't even realized she had gone to close her legs until he said anything, instinctively aching to close them and give herself some of the relief she was missing since he pulled away. 

Craning her neck, she opened her eyes just enough to find her husband standing between her legs as they dangled over the side of the table, his gaze trained to the apex of her thighs. Her eyes trailed over his form, the light sheen of sweat gleaming in the low light of the dining table as it slicked over the designs inked on his skin. His corded arms were tight and bunched as they worked below his waist line, the view of their ministrations obstructed from (Y/N)'s view with her bunched skirt in the way. Nonetheless, she could see the way his features were twisted into a look she knew well from their nights between the sheets, and hear the glide of his hand along his length to fill in the gaps of what was happening out of her line of sight. 

(Y/N) couldn't find it in herself to look away at the way the blocks this muscles moved under his tanned skin, and the flop of his curls as they fell over his forehead. Not even when Harry peered up at her through his lashes, something smug curling his lips with dimples that seemed much less innocent in that moment thumbing into the apples of his cheeks. He was all too happy to have her attention, wide eyes pinned to him and parted lips letting out ragged breaths that fought to form his name. His hand on his length slowed as he shuffled between her thighs, the sound of his shoes clicking over the tile underneath sounding like fireworks in the quiet of the house. His free hand landed on her hip then, the weight a buoy in that moment.

"Ready for me, precious?" he asked her just as she felt the first swipe of his prick through her folds, head nudging her clit. 

"Uh-huh," she keened, nodding her head, "Please, please, H." 

As soon as (Y/N) caught sight of the smug smile on his lips, she let her head fall back onto the wood of the table. She knew exactly what he was going to ask of her.

"You know how to ask me, darling." He never stopped teasing her as he spoke, even upping the stakes as he pressed his prick against her weeping hole. 

"But, H—" 

"Nu-huh, precious." She could imagine the way he shook his head as he spoke, knowing exactly the kind of torture he was putting her through when he started this game. "Jus' say it, and you'll have me. You know what I want." 

(Y/N) brows knitted together in the middle as she pouted. It wasn't like what he was asking for was hard to give him, but she didn't understand why she had to do all of these things when they both wanted the same thing. Besides, whenever she uttered those words, she felt her skin warm with her cheeks being the epicenter. Even now, years after the first time he ever coaxed the phrase from her, it made butterflies churn in her tummy and prod at her insides. 

"'S all you've got to do, then 'm yours," Harry persuaded her, emphasizing the truth with a gentle rock of his hips that nudged just the very tip of his cock into her clenched opening. 

That teasing push was enough to get (Y/N)'s jaw dropping. Whatever inhibitions she had barring her from abiding to his request dissolved in that moment and turned into another squeeze of her pussy at the thought of him inside. "Please, fuck me, H, please, please," she pleaded, swearing for him just as he wanted. 

"How?" 

Her eyes squeezed shut at the followup that came less than a moment after she let out her breathless pleads. "Hard, H," she told him, swallowing before continuing, "I want you to fuck me hard, Harry. I don't want to be able to look at our dinner table again without getting wet for you." 

When she won the battle to blink her eyes open to see if that was what he wanted from her, (Y/N) found Harry with his brows cinched in the middle and his tongue peeking out at the corner of his gaped mouth as he gazed down at her. She hooked her ankle around the back of his leg, urging him in a reminder of what he promised. 

"G-Good girl, darling," he told her, voice a breathless rumble, "Gave me jus' what I wanted, didn't you? 'M yours, now, yeah?" 

Before she could even fathom an answer, Harry gave a swift thrust of his hips and drove his cock through her soft insides. The slick sound of her pussy swallowing him filled the room as she fought to find her breath and any working train of thought that wasn't wobbly on its tracks. The help of his fingers inside her before allowed him to slip in without resistance despite the snug fit of her walls around him. 

Just as she had begged him barely minutes before, Harry gave her a moment to adjust to having him inside her before he reared back, leaving just the tip to warm inside her, and gave a hard thrust to bottom out again. The force knocked the breath out of her, back arching off the table and disrupting the wine glasses still balanced on the surface. She wanted to say his name—say anything—though nothing succeeded in making its way out of her throat, his forceful thrusts cutting that idea off before it even had a chance of budding in her head. 

"Jus' like y'wanted, darling? Am I giving it to y'hard enough?" Harry's words came out rocky as he balanced his hands on either side of her hips. 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she whined in time with the strokes of his hips, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he worked her. 

"Th-Then you've gotta do something for me, too, (Y/N)." 

She didn't even have to think before she was blindly agreeing to his terms. 

"Undo your dress for me, yeah?" he asked of her, hands squeezing her hips as his hips stuttered in their rhythm, "Let me see your tits." 

(Y/N) felt as if she was moving on autopilot as she unfurled her fingers from the mess of linen they were trapped in and frantically worked on the buttons fastening the top of her dress to her chest. With each clumsy undoing, more and more of her skin was exposed to the tapped air of the room, a layer of goosebumps raising with every brush of her fingertips over her bare skin. The satin cups of her plain white bra shone under the light, the fabric going champagne gold from the amber bulb.

As soon as she unbuttoned her dress down to the cream colored sash that wrapped around her waist, Harry flicked her hands out of the way with his own. His palm landed headily on the exposed skin of her stomach, his touch steady despite the unwavering pace of his hips thrusting into her. She felt his warmth bleed through the padding of her bra as he reached to pulled the cups down. The job was clumsy as he sent her bra askew, baring her breasts for him. He was quick to cup one of her breasts with his warm palm, thumb skimming the peek with his nail catching on the soft curve. 

Just as he squeezed around the soft flesh, he knocked her breathless with the help of a druggingly rough thrust of his hips. The tip of his cock nudged against the soft of her insides, far enough she couldn't even fathom how he managed to hit her tummy and still have more to give her. 

"H-Harry, oh my god!" she cried, the words falling from her mouth before she could properly find the air for them. Her thighs squeezed around his hips just as she felt her walls do around his prick, her entire body urging him to stay with her, to do that again. 

"'M here, darling. 'M taking care of you, don't worry, darling," he crooned to her, though he didn't quite sound as serene as he did when they started. "Gonna cum for me soon?" 

Though her mouth was dropped open in a gape, no words came out. She only managed to nod, hair fluttering against the wood grain of the table. If he just touched her a little more, ground his hips into hers harder, he was going to make her cum around him before she had a chance to even thread together a coherent thought. From the second he fit his hand between her legs and teased her all the while, she was gone for him, her body ready for just the right moment before unraveling the tight spool of ribbon growing in her tummy. 

"Need more f-from me, first?" he gritted out from a ticked jaw, (Y/N) able to imagine the hard line of his jaw just from memory as she couldn't manage to peek her eyes open in that moment. 

Back arched as he flicked his finger over her pointed nipple, (Y/N) found her voice in a breathy croon, "Pl-Please, touch me, Harry." 

She half expected him to keep up his unrelenting game, force her into telling him exactly where she wanted him to touch and how. But, when he instead peeled away his hand that had still been on her hip to keep her steady and placed it between their bodies, she could have cried at the instant satisfaction that followed as he smeared the pad of his thumb over her clit. 

The vase filled with flowers beside her and the nearly empty wine glasses on the table rattled around her as she keened into the touch, her hips bucking up to meet his hand and subsequently knock into his rocking motions of his own. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she bubbled off, the grated getting lost in her breathless murmurs but she couldn't help herself as they fell from her mouth. 

Harry didn't say anything, only driving his hips that much harder into her. His hand on her breast drifted from the gentle kneading he was giving to the flesh, traveling up the expanse of her collarbones until he found the column of her throat. Her pulse kicked up at the feel of his hand inching to wrap around the delicate curve. If he did what she was hoping, she had no chance; she was going to have no hope before she melted into a complete puddle and came for him before she had a moment to catch her breath. 

His thumb never ceased the circles he traced around her clit, following the tempo of his thrusts, as the hand on her neck turned stern. Long fingers wrapped around the curve of her throat, squeezing just enough that (Y/N) felt the pattern of her ragged breathing change to accommodate the new pressure. He choked her with a tender hand, finding the perfect grip that she'd come to love that made her head just a little too dizzy to think, putting her completely in the realm of his touch with no distractions. 

She heard static in her ears as she laid there at his mercy, his firm hand on her neck to match the rough motions of his hips and rubbing of her clit. Her toes curled at the small of his back as she hooked her ankles together and held his body to her as best she could with a wavering grip. It was on instinct as she brought her hands up to wrap around the wrist of his that was choking her, fingertips denting into his forearm though she didn't make any move to stop him or pull him off her. 

"S-So perfect, precious," he praised her, his thrusts going sloppy as she felt her own body beginning to unravel, "Taking it jus' like y'promised me, ar-aren't you? Such a good little wife for me—knew I married the right one." 

If she had the wherewithal to fully compute his praising, (Y/N) knew she would have keened into his touch and urged him to finish for the sole reason of feeling him cum and seeing the look on his face that only she could bring, but there was nothing working in her head as she felt as if her body was little more than one large nerve-ending. Turning her head, she pressed her cheek into the cool wood cushioning her body, a moment of clarity entering her mind at the chill. Blinking her eyes open, she was granted a wavering view out the sliding glass doors that led to their backyard, the beach off in the distance. The sky was dark, the sun having fallen ages ago when (Y/N)'s brain had still been between her ears. The stars were streaks in the ink of the sky, reflecting off the ocean waves that were soundtracked with the music of her heartbeat rushing through her ears. What a pretty sight to see, she aimlessly thought, a sea view while her husband choked her with the same hand she held every morning as she walked him to his car before work. 

Reaching with his forefinger to her jawline while his thumb pinched at the hinge, Harry turned her to face him, his palm still tight on her neck until he righted his grip. Shifting his hold, the leverage of his grip on her neck changed as she felt the telltale twitch of his cock inside her that told her he was just as close as she was. His gaze was clear as she matched it, the green especially bright though it was nothing more than a slim ring around his pupil. 

"Look at me when I make y'cum," he grumbled to her, raspberry lips deeply colored and swollen. 

Maybe it was his hand on her neck, or the feel of his cock making way between her snug walls, or the circles around her clit, but hearing Harry even say that he was going to make her cum, made her muddled brain decide that she had to do that now. She had to give him what he wanted now, as she didn't have any choice to stray from his demanding gaze and the unrelenting touch of him all around her. 

Before she had a chance to tell him anything, warn him that she was about to finish for him, the beginnings of a dimple dented into his cheek as a smug curl edged out on the corners of his mouth. He knew. 

"Gonna cum for me now, darling?" he prodded, voice low and deep though unsteady from his own impending pleasure. 

"Uh-huh," she keened, only able to choke that out around his hand. She swallowed, throat bobbing under his grip. "H-Harder, plea-ease." 

"Want me to choke y'harder, or fuck y'harder?" he pressed, Adam's apple bobbing before the tip of his tongue peeked out and ran along the full of his bottom lip.

"Ch-choke me harder," she told him, words a whisper.

Though the request was for something to make her unravel, Harry seemingly crumbled at the sound of her words, her small, breathy voice letting them linger between them. Nonetheless, he tightened his grip around her neck and kept working the rest of her body through the derailing of the pacing of his hips. 

Everything came to a head at once as she tried to suck in a breath that was hindered by the grip of his hand. His cock fucking through her walls and nudging her tender spot, thick thumb pressing harshly against her clit, and the firm hand on her neck. Her brain went fuzzy while she fought to keep her eyes open and maintain the eye contact Harry wanted from her, though she felt the bow tied tight in her stomach coming undone in a mess of ribbon. Static filled her head despite the way Harry lessened his hold on her throat as soon as he realized she was cumming for him, her body following after in pinpricks of pleasure that dotted her limbs in sparks of clarity that matched the stars painting the sky outside their door. 

"Harry," she moaned, the call hoarse and fragile as it rolled off her tongue. Her legs around his waist tugged him tight enough to her that he couldn't move from where he had bottomed out inside her. 

Though he stilled his hips and his hand was nothing more that a steadying warmth at the hollow of her throat, he still worked the bud of her clit in soft circles through her orgasm. He was her safe place to land as she came down with a flutter of her eyes falling closed and chest heaving with the breaths she'd been fighting to suck in since she found herself seated on this table. 

His hand on her neck trailed up to cradle her cheek in a tender hold, thumb petting along the height of her cheekbone. He waited for her descent back down to earth with him, only moving his hips in soft rocks that he couldn't help but make when the cradle of her legs around his waist loosened. 

"Y'alright, precious?" he asked her once she found the energy to blink her eyes open. 

Despite how tender and gentle he was being with his wife, (Y/N) watched as his nose flared with heaving breaths and his hair was pasted to his temples with the help of the sweat that also covered his body. The waves of curls on the top of his head were a mess, the gel he'd left the house with nonexistent in the heat of the room. His lips were swollen from their rounds of kissing as well as the blunt ends of his teeth digging into the pillows. He still needed to cum, and he was close to it if the set of his jaw was anything to go by. 

"Y-Yes, but—" she stuttered, dropping her hands from around his forearm only to tug her ruffled skirt out of Harry's way, "It-It's your turn now, Harry." 

A muscles in his jaw jumped, the hinge tightening at the sound of her words. "Is it, now?" he asked her with the lids of his eyes dropping low over his gaze, "Want to see me cum for you?" 

Before she could thread together any kind of response, her head was nodding on instinct, frantic jerks. "Please, let me watch you cum, H." 

A murmured curse left his mouth as his brows came into a pinch above his eyes, his eyelids winning out as they fell closed as he let out a deep breath. She watched as the white tips of his teeth peeked out and sunk into his bottom lip just as he gaze one more lingering pet of his thumb over her cheekbone before pulling away. He stood tall over her, chest bare with his pants undone just enough to pull his cock out. (Y/N)'s eyes never strayed as he slowly pulled out of her, her walls clenching around nothing as she adjusted without him, a whine caught in her throat. 

Craning her neck, she was allowed a short view as he wrapped his fist around his cock, his hand having been covered in her slick from petting over her clit. Wet sounds filtered through the space as he stroked his cock in a pace that rivaled the harsh thrusts he delivered to his wife. Harry's face was contorted in a kind pleasure she felt lucky to see without lust too thick to breathe through addled her brain, and eyes clear enough to document every crease and curve to his features. 

"Gonna cum on your pussy, darling. Is that alright?" he asked her, his explanation floating on a short breath between them though he never drew his gaze away from the sensitive folds between her legs. 

A jerky nod acted as (Y/N)'s answer, the movement almost as frantic as Harry's hand over his cock. She watched as his prick twitched in his hand, the muscles of Harry's stomach tight and pronounced under the warm lighting. All it took was a swipe of his thumb over his weeping head before a rumbling groan built in his chest and streaks of cum spurted from his cock. The warmth landed in ropes (Y/N) couldn't see but felt as they painted over her intimacy, mixing with the slick that coated her slit. Harry threw his head back and let out a call of her name towards the ceiling as his chest heaved, the skin tinted a flushed pink. He came in thick spurts, his hand fisted over his prick helping to work out each rope until nothing was left but short drips that fell to the floor and his cock was too sensitive to touch.

Harry's body get languid as he came down, riding that wave until it brought him back to shore, sun-kissed and relaxed. Rolling his neck, he looked to (Y/N) with a canted head and tender smile that matched the way his eyes traced over her form. 

"C'mere, precious," he murmured, reaching towards her hands that were stiffly curled into her dress. 

(Y/N) didn't even think before she gave him her hands, uncaring of their shared cum that covered his palms. She was sure they were going to shower together after this, anyway. She sat up, her dress falling to cover to her knees with the hem dipping into the mess between her legs, though she didn't pay it any mind. All she cared about then was the way Harry dipped his head down to match his lips to hers as soon as he was given the opportunity. 

Nothing was frantic about the contact, only soothing presses of their lips. A quiet reminder that he liked being rough with her only because of these tender moments they shared afterwards. He soothed her self-bitten lips and threaded their fingers together in a grip that felt like a feather compared to the way he had held her steady as he fucked into her only moments earlier. (Y/N) preened at the feel of him and all of his careful energy around her, feeling just as loved as she did with his hand around her neck. 

Harry trailed his kisses down from her mouth and down the line of her neck until he found the slightly reddened skin that detailed just where his hand had been prior. He planted a garden of kisses that followed the line of each of his fingers and the span of his palm in gentle presses.

"I know y'asked me to, but I didn't choke y'too hard, did I?" he asked though his words melted into her skin. He didn't bother to pull away from her neck before he spoke, only muttering between the dragging kisses he granted to the delicate skin. 

"No, no," (Y/N) rushed, shaking her head before she squeezed his hands in her own, "I liked it, H. I promise. I might have to use a little makeup tomorrow in case anything makes a mark, but I promise I really liked it. Thank you for doing that for me." 

His smile could be felt against her neck, a gentle curve. "I love you, darling." 

Unlacing her fingers from between his, she brought them up to cradle his cheeks as she pulled him up to face her. "I love you, too, H. There's no one I'd rather have come home to me." 

Affection gleamed in the green of his eyes before they were shuttered as he pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. 

(Y/N) indulged in the contact for only a moment before something tickled at her senses. Her brows furrowed as she tried to pinpoint the niggling at the back of her mind that was triggered with the smell of... caramel? No, no, this was much deeper than that. It almost smelled like something was burning—or burning more, anyway. 

As soon as the realization hit her, (Y/N) went stock still where she sat at the table. 

Harry pulled away with concern painted over his gaze though (Y/N) only looked over his shoulder. She struggled then to somehow fix the top of her dress while scrambling to hop off the counter. 

Harry stayed a steady wall between her and the rest of the house as she rushed, hands on her hips and face forcing into her field of view so she had to look at him. "Precious, what's wrong? Are—"

"Harry, the pie! I left it in the oven!"

(Y/N) couldn't find it in her to be even a little annoyed at the sound of her husband's laughter that then filled the house. She loved the melody almost as much as she loved him, even if it was at the expense of their dessert. 

With the sound echoing though her ears as she slipped on a pair of oven mitts and extracted the bubbling black, burnt confection, (Y/N) decided that she'd burn a hundred more of them if his laughter was her reward. 

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this idea ofc was super inspired by the dwd trailer ofc ofc but then when hsh came out and The Line in keep driving happened I put it all together!! thank u sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes!! please please if you have any ideas or requests people sen them in!!

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