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finelinevogue · 9 days

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brat

summary - you’re being a brat but there’s a valid reason

pairing - longterm-ceo-boyfriend!harry x reader

word count - +1.5k

Harry grabbed on your arm, leading out of the packed kitchen and down a corridor.

It wasn’t until he had pushed you both into the bathroom and locked the door that you shrugged his hand off of you and huffed at him.

“You going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The way he looked in his black shirt with his tanned arms was making it really difficult for you to concentrate on being mad - well, more jealous than anything.

“Don’t wanna talk.”

“Oh you don’t? Well tough.”

You huffed again, crossing your own arms to match his stance.

It was now a stand-off between who would cave first. Harry knew it would be him, since you were so defiant, so he cracked immediately instead of prolonging this.

“Y/N, you’ve been a right brat all evening. What the hell is going on?”

“Oh, so, because I’m behaving like a brat suddenly means you hate me?” You scoffed.

“Hate you— what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” Harry threw his hands up in the air, before they fell down to his sides.

You had to gulp back the stone feeing at the back of your throat. This wasn’t a situation that you felt justified getting upset over, but it was getting close to it.

“I don’t want to have this conversation right now.”

“Well we sure as hell aren’t leaving until you’ve talked to me.” Harry said sternly, clearly getting frustrated with your mood.

“Harry, I’ve told you…”

“Yes and I would like to know what’s wrong, please.”

“I don’t…”

“Y/N!”

“Do you love me?” You cut him off before he could get any more shots in.

“W-what? Of course I love you.” Harry’s facial expression showed he was really confused as he took a step towards you slowly.

“Okay.” You nodded your head tightly.

“Okay? What does that mean? What just happened?”

You looked at Harry as he stepped closer again. You slowly started shaking your head, the tears starting to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart?”

Harry tried to step towards you, but you held out your arm so he couldn’t close the distance. You allowed yourself to sob then, holding a hand over your mouth to conceal the noise.

You shut your eyes and turned slightly away from Harry so he didn’t have to see you, but also because you were really embarrassed all of a sudden.

As if the timing couldn’t have gotten any worse, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey! I need the toilet, open up!” It was a girl - kind of sounded like Sadie.

“Occupied!” Harry shouted back, not taking his eyes off you.

Whoever it was on the other-side loudly groaned before stomping away with force.

There was more than one bathroom in this house so you didn’t feel entirely bad for taking up this one.

“Hey, c’mon now.” Harry urged you to let him hold you.

You only grew smaller, backing yourself into a corner that you couldn’t escape from. Your sobs kept coming and the tears melted away the mascara you’d spent a lot of time on this morning.

“Y/N/N, baby, you’re breaking my heart.” Harry said sadly, watching you cave in on yourself, “M’sorry for pushing you to talk. I won’t push you again. I just hate to see you so worked up about something I don’t know.”

Your hand slowly lowered its guard and you looked at him carefully looking at you.

You instantly ran to him, locking your arms around his waist and letting the tears fall onto his chest and shirt. At least the leaking mascara blended in.

“There’s my best girl.” Harry said, wasting no time in rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.

The other hand cupped the back of your head, so you felt less exposed and more protected against him. He knew you liked to be held like this - especially when you were like this.

“I’m sorry.”

“Can’t accept your apology if I don’t know what it’s before, my love.”

“I’m just sorry.” You hiccuped, keeping your arms tight around him. “Sorry for being a bitch. Sorry for causing a fuss. Sorry for ruining your evening. I’m just so sorry.”

“Still not accepting the apology, because none of that is true. You’ve not ruined anything and you’re not a bitch, baby. You’re my sweet girl and I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head and it only made you latch onto him tighter.

You held onto him and him to you for a while.

“I was a brat though.” You managed to let out a small chuckle.

“You were, but I’m okay with that. But only if you communicate with me why, you know that.”

“I know.”

Harry took charge and cupped his hands onto your thighs to scoop you up, before immediately placing you down on the bathroom counter.

Now you were closer in height to him and he wasn’t intimidatingly taller than you - especially when you were feeling vulnerable.

You matched him.

“My sweet girl.” He smiled at you, using his thumb to wipe away the smudged mascara.

“Bet I look crazy. Like a deranged ex-girlfriend.”

Harry frowned at that, making you question why.

“Don’t like the thought of you ever being my ex.”

Harry focused on clearing your makeup, but stopped when he noticed you’d taken a sad look on your face again with your tears welling up.

He titled your face up and looked at you with concern. “Do.. do you want to breakup? Is that why—.”

“God no!” You rushed out, licking your lips clear of the salty tears, “Never, please.”

“Never.” Harry agreed.

“But that is why I was upset.” You pouted, trying your best not to start crying again as you began to explain to Harry the issue.

Harry just nodded, letting you take your time. Letting you know that he was here and he wasn’t going anywhere until you were ready.

“I saw you talking with Sadie and Rachel - you know, those two pretty blondes - and… God it sounds so shallow saying it out loud…” You had to choke back c a sob from erupting.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Harry kissed your forehead in encouragement.

“I was so fucking jealous, Harry. I felt genuinely crazy. I mean, you look so good and I know that hasn’t got anything to do with the situation but I think seeing you with those young, and beautiful, girls just got me really insecure. This is nothing to do with you, like you constantly show me love and in that situation you never even gave me a reason to be concerned about anything, yet my stupid…” You let out a teary cry, “My stupid fucking head was telling me that you would leave me for someone better. Someone like them.”

You let out a few more cries, reaching for a tissue to blow your nose.

“That sounded so pathetic, but I just got so in my head about it that I went a little overly bratty about it.”

“It’s not pathetic.” Harry started by saying.

You gave him a look.

“It’s not!” He urged.

“H, honey…”

“Baby. I would never think you feeling this way would be pathetic. It’s how you feel - I’m not going to shame you for that. That would make me a pathetic human being. Okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you for telling me how you felt. I’m sorry that you felt that way - no, listen - I know you don’t want my apology but let me just tell you anyways. I can’t pretend I understand how you felt in that moment, but sometimes I get a bit overwhelmed and jealous when I see you with other people too.”

“Really?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yeah.”

“I would never. I wouldn’t, Harry…”

“I know, baby. Just like I know I would never do that to you.”

You nodded.

“Think maybe we need to talk this through in more detail, but do you want to go home first?”

“Yes, please.” You nodded.

“Always my most polite girl.” Harry smiled, giving you a kiss on the lips that felt like a sweet rewards. “Before we go, though, I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you even more.”

“I love you even when I’m a crazy brat.”

“I love you when you’re a brat, too.” He kissed you then. “My brat.”

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 7 months

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Obsession - Part 1

Summary: Y/N meets her brother's girlfriend's dad for the first time... and they can't seem to stay away from each other. Warnings: older!H, age gap romance, smut to come, angst

Word Count - 4k

"Jake, they're going to be here soon, right? You need to come downstairs so you can introduce me when they get here."

"Calm down, Y/N. I'm coming. Is the food ready?" Jake calls from his room. Y/N nods as she pulls the tray out of the oven before realising that he can't see her and yells back an affirmative. This is big. Jake had never invited any of his girlfriend's families to meet her - it had simply never been that serious before. But he seems to really like Isla, and Y/N, being the protective big sister, made him organise something. From what Y/N knows, Isla's mom is out of the picture, and she lives with her dad.

As Y/N quickly sets the table, she can't help but think about how much has changed since their parents' tragic accident five years ago. She was just 19 at the time, thrust into a world of responsibilities she hadn't been prepared for. But she rose to the challenge, becoming not only Jake's guardian but also his closest confidante and friend.

Now, at 24, Y/N is balancing her own life as well. She's in her final year at university, pursuing a degree in literature. Her love for books and storytelling has always been a part of her, and it's no surprise to anyone who knows her that she has chosen this path. Her dream is to become a writer one day, like her mom had been, crafting novels that will transport readers to different worlds, if only for a little while.

Jake emerges from his room, his usually tousled hair neatly combed. He wears a crisp shirt and a slightly anxious expression. Y/N can't help but smile at her brother. He has grown into a responsible and kind-hearted young man, and she is proud of him for taking this step.

"You look great," Y/N says, offering a reassuring smile. "Just be yourself, and everything will go fine."

Jake nods, though his nervousness is still evident. Y/N knows how much he cares about Isla, and she is determined to make this dinner a pleasant experience for all of them.

As they hear the doorbell ring, Y/N takes a deep breath and prepares herself, sneaking a quick glance at her brother, who looks even more anxious.

"Remember," Y/N whispers to Jake, "just be genuine. Show him that you truly care about Isla, and he'll see the same good-hearted young man that I see."

Jake nods, and they both make their way to the front door. Y/N swings it open and it takes everything in her to keep her jaw from falling open. Isla and her father stand in the doorway, the latter carrying a large bouquet of flowers. But the flowers aren't what has Y/N so taken aback.

The first thing that strikes her is his striking handsomeness. He has a timeless charm about him, with a chiseled jawline, piercing green eyes, and salt-and-pepper hair that only seems to enhance his rugged appeal. His eyes scan her up and down before he offers her a smile, one that Y/N feels in her core. He couldn’t have been older than 45, and he carries himself well. He oozes wealth and success, and Y/N has to remind herself to maintain her composure.

"Hello, Mr. Styles," she manages to say, though her voice quivers slightly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Y/N, Jake's sister."

Mr. Styles extends his hand with a warm smile. "Y/N, the pleasure is mine, but it's Harry. I insist,” he replies, his voice smooth and comforting.

As they shake hands, Y/N can't help but feel a subtle connection between them, beyond the initial surprise of his appearance. His hand is warm, and she revels in the touch before realizing she might have been holding on a bit too long. She quickly composes herself, dropping his grip as Isla introduces herself, and Y/N sends the young girl what she hopes is a welcoming smile.

As they all settle at the dinner table, Y/N tries to put her initial surprise behind her and focus on making the evening enjoyable for everyone. The conversation flows smoothly, with Jake and Isla sharing stories of their time together. Harry doesn't grill Jake like Y/N had been worried he would, but instead, he is polite and extremely well-spoken. The sleeve of his jacket slides up slightly while he speaks, gesturing with his hands, and Y/N's eyes almost roll off her head when she catches sight of the start of a sleeve of tattoos. He must have noticed her staring because Y/N suddenly feels his eyes on her, and she meets his gaze to find him wearing a slightly mischievous smirk.

"So, Y/N, we haven't heard much from you this evening. Tell me about yourself." He leans forward, taking a sip of his wine, staring at her over the top of his glass.

"Oh, um," Y/N begins, feeling the blush rise to her cheeks. She is mindful that Jake and Isla are also seated at the table, so she needs to control herself.

"I'm in my final year at university currently. I'm studying literature."

"Really? It's one of my interests as well. I used to teach it before I took over running my father's company."

"Oh, that's amazing. I'm the same way… Jake likes to joke that we're going to run out of space for all my books." Y/N laughs, and Harry joins in her laughter. Jake simply rolls his eyes, muttering to Isla about how Y/N is going to fill his room with books when he moves out.

"Y/N, I forgot to ask you about this, and Mr. Styles, I hope it's alright, but I actually managed to get Isla and me concert tickets for this evening. Would it be alright if we went? I promise we'll be back before midnight." Jake pipes up, rubbing his hands together nervously. Y/N shoots Harry a look, who simply shrugs and nods.

"As long as you're being safe, I think that should be okay. Have fun, you two. Y/N and I will clean up."

Jake and Isla quickly bid their goodbyes, with Y/N and Isla exchanging numbers, and Y/N making the younger girl promise to text her if she ever needs anything. When the door shuts behind them, Harry and Y/N are left alone, and the air in the room shifts considerably.

"So…"

"So…" Harry mimics, coaxing a small laugh from Y/N.

"You don't have to stay. I can clean up alone. I'm sure you'd rather get home." Y/N says as she starts taking the plates to the sink.

"No, I'd like to stay. Get to know you a bit more." Harry picks up the wine glasses and follows her into the kitchen. Her breath hitches as she feels him behind her, but he simply reaches over her to place the glasses in the sink before moving back to the table to grab more things.

"Are you sure? No one waiting for you at home?" The question slips out before Y/N can stop it, and she internally facepalms. Get it together, Y/N. He isn’t interested. He's older than her, by a lot. Even if he didn’t have a girlfriend, what he did have was a hell of a lot more experience.

Harry appears back in the doorway of the kitchen, holding more plates, his smirk back on his face.

"No… no one at home. Are you trying to kick me out? Got a boyfriend coming over?"

"No boyfriend. I… haven’t had much luck in that department." She turns away from him, facing the sink so he wouldn’t be able to see the blush on her cheeks.

"Really? Pretty girl like you? I would assume the boys would be falling at your feet."

She shakes her head in a silent laugh as she loads the dishwasher before pulling out two clean wine glasses, lifting one in offering.

"One more glass wouldn’t hurt. Then I’ll leave you to your evening." He takes it with a nod of thanks, opening the bottle, and Y/N moves to sit on the couch, bringing the glasses with her. He sits beside her, and Y/N forces herself to relax when she realises how close he is. She can smell his cologne now. It’s vanilla, intoxicating, and almost euphoric.

"It’s fine. I enjoy some new company once in a while. Jake is a great kid, but we do get tired of each other."

"He seems great. Isla really likes him."

"Isla’s really amazing. You’ve done a really great job with her." At this, Harry looks proud.

"I appreciate that. Raising a kid alone has been a struggle, but we’ve managed this far. I can’t believe she’s going to be 18. So, I’m curious to know more about your thoughts on some classics. I don’t know many people who take as much of an interest in books as I do. What are your favourites?

“I love this question. I've always been fascinated by the works of Russian authors. Dostoevsky, in particular, has this incredible ability to explore the depths of human psychology. 'Crime and Punishment' is a masterpiece in that regard.”

Harry nods, his gaze fixed on Y/N as if hanging on to her every word.

"I couldn't agree more. Dostoevsky's exploration of guilt, morality, and the human condition is both thought-provoking and intense. 'The Brothers Karamazov' is another one of his works that left a profound impact on me.”

"And what about contemporary literature? Are there any recent books or authors that have caught your attention?”

Y/N pauses, considering her response, swirling what is left in her glass.

"Well, I've been quite taken by the works of Kazuo Ishiguro. His ability to craft emotionally resonant narratives is truly remarkable. 'Never Let Me Go' is a haunting exploration of identity and mortality."

Harry nods again in agreement. "Ishiguro's prose is beautifully understated, and his exploration of themes like memory and love is incredibly moving. 'The Remains of the Day' is another gem. I have a really great article on some of his work. What’s your number? I’ll send you the link.” He pulls out his phone and looks at her expectantly.

Y/N rattles off the digits and her heart races when he phone dings on the table. She has his number.

There’s silence for a moment as they both drink from their glasses. Y/N can tell they’re both well aware of the tension, but Harry is better at hiding how he’s affected compared to her.

"Have you dated since Isla’s mother?" Y/N isn’t quite sure where the question comes from, but her wine glass is getting awfully low, and Harry’s presence is messing with her head. Every few seconds, her eyes wander to his lips, and Harry follows her gaze. They’re treading in dangerous waters, and they both know it, but for some reason, it’s even more exciting. Y/N shifts slightly on the couch, and her knee brushes his. Harry doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t move; he just keeps his leg where it is, maintaining the contact. She watches as he takes another sip of wine, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"Dated is a strong term. I sleep with people when I feel the urge. I haven’t met anyone that I’ve wanted to start anything serious with. No one I wanted to… what is it your generation says? Wine and dine?" He raises his glass in Y/N’s direction, his eyes locked onto hers.

Y/N can't help but laugh at his playful tone, even as her heart races at the implications of his words.

"Yes, wine and dine. That's certainly an approach, Mr. Styles.” She hadn’t meant for the name to sound as suggestive as it did. Or maybe she did. He swallows thickly at the use of his last name, shifting in his seat.

“Well maybe I just haven’t met the woman who’s made me want to change.”

“That’s a… possibility.” He’s slightly closer to her now and his scent is overwhelming her. Her gaze flicks from his eyes back down to his lips again and this time, he calls her out on it.

“Do you need something Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I asked if you needed something. You seem rather fascinated… is there something on my face?”

“Oh! No! There’s nothing on your face it’s fine.” “Just fine?” He teases and Y/N covers her face with her hands, her head spinning slightly from the alcohol. She looks up at him again, meeting his eyes and trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. He groans, almost inaudibly.

“Stop looking at me like that Y/N or I’m going to think-” He trails off, before shaking his head and running a hand over his face. He stands, picking up his wine glass and moves towards the kitchen.

“Think what Harry?” Y/N follows him, standing in the doorway, forcing him to look at her.

“I- I think I should be going. It was lovely to meet you and Jake finally, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

Y/N decides to play dumb. She is fully aware of what’s behind his sudden change of mood, and she knows he’s cautious. Wary. Normally she would be too, but the wine has made her bold and he’s captivating.

"Harry," Y/N says softly, taking a step closer to him."Is everything okay?”

Harry lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as he looks at her with a mixture of longing and frustration. "Y/N, you're making it really difficult for me to leave," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

“So don’t.” Her arms go up, around his neck and they’re close now. Close enough that Y/N can feel the warmth of his breath on her face. And then he’s leaning in.

Their lips touch for the first time and it’s electric. Harry’s hands move up her body, tangling in her hair, pulling slightly and Y/N moans into his mouth. He quickly establishes dominance in the kiss, kissing her until she’s gasping for air. He walks with her, pushing her until her back is against the wall and he’s leaning into her. Harry pulls back for a moment to breathe and Y/N pulls him closer, wanting needing him in her orbit. He sinks into her touch for a second, two, three and then he’s pulling away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fuck.” He mutters, almost to himself and his internal turmoil is more than evident on his face.

“Harry? What’s wrong?”

“Y/N I’m almost twice your age. And this?” He gestures between them. “Can’t happen.”

“Why not? You feel it don’t you? The pull? There’s something here.” Y/N steps closer and Harry lets her.

“Of course I feel it Y/N and that’s why I know that whatever it is, we need to ignore. You’re young, and I’m well…”

“Just because I’m young, it doesn’t mean I’m immature Harry. As an adult, I’m telling you that whatever this is, I’m ok with it.”

“I can’t- I don’t… Y/N, I have to go.”

Y/N stands there speechless as Harry pushes away from her. He grabs his jacket off the couch and moves towards the door.

“Harry, let’s talk about this.”

“Thanks for dinner.” And then he’s gone, shutting the door behind him, leaving Y/N alone, incredible confused and slightly turned on.

It’s been two weeks since Y/N saw Harry at dinner and it’s been about two minutes since she last thought about him. Well to be more precise, since she last thought about the feeling of his lips on hers. If she closes her eyes, she can picture it. The warmth of his touch, the way he pushed her up against the wall…

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Jake waves a hand in front of his sisters face, noting that it’s the 3rd time that she’s zoned out during the conversation.

“Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?” Y/N forces herself to pay attention.

“Isla said she’d text you but she wanted to know if you’d be cool with going over to their place to help her with an assignment for her literature class.”

“Umm… is her dad going to be there?”

“Mr Styles?” Jake raises a quizzical brow. “I don’t know… why?”

“Uh, no reason. When does she want me to come over? I’m working most of this week except tomorrow.”

“I told her that, she said tomorrow was fine. Thanks for helping her Y/N she’ll appreciate it.”

“No worries Jake.” Y/N offered a small smile but internally, she couldn’t be more stressed. The thought of seeing Harry again, especially after he left in such a rush, made her incredibly nervous. Maybe he wouldn’t be there. Hopefully he wouldn’t be home.

(4:09pm) Isla Styles: Hi Y/N! Jake told me you were happy to come over and help me tomorrow! Thank you so much! I should be home around 6pm, usually I work till 8 but I’ll ask to finish early. Dad shouldn’t be home so I’ll leave a key under the mat for you. Let yourself in at 6 if I’m not home yet and I’ll meet you there.

(4:34pm) Y/N: Hey Isla! No worries, happy to help. See you tomorrow :)

6pm rolls around and Y/N finds herself standing in front of the house… well mansion Isla had given her the address for. There are no cars in the driveway so Y/N assumes Isla is running late. But just in case, she knocks. And she waits. There’s no sound from inside the house so Y/N fumbles under the mat for the key and slides it in the lock. She’s aware she’s alone in the house but she still tiptoes inside quietly. The ceilings are high, and there is a large statement staircase in the middle of the entrance. Floor to ceiling windows are in excess and Y/N stands quietly in awe for a few moments. It’s modern, and clean and everything Y/N would want in a house. She finds the living room easily, deciding to set up the few things she brought to help Isla with her assignment on the dining table.

(6:09pm) Isla Styles: I’m on my way! 15 minutes, I swear! Make yourself at home x

Y/N is opening her laptop when she hears a noise. A noise that sounds a lot like a moan. And then it happens again. It’s faint, muffled due to where she is in the house, so she moves from the dining table to the bottom of the staircase.

“Fuck Harry. Right there, oh my GOD!” The woman’s voice is high pitched, her moans increasing in volume as Harry, from what Y/N can gather, fucks the shit out of her.

“You like that baby? Gonna come for me? You feel so good. Fuck Y/N.”

Y/N stills at the sound of her name, not waiting to hear the other woman’s response before scrambling back to the kitchen. Did he just…? Surely not.

10 minutes passes and Y/N hears heels click clacking down the stairs. From where she sits, she gets a glimpse of a woman in a short blue dress, who lets herself out without another sound.

At least they’re done, Y/N thinks to herself.

She’s scrolling mindlessly on her phone, willing Isla to appear, when she hears footsteps. She didn’t hear the front door open again which means…

Harry appears in front of her, with only a pair of boxers on, making his way to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. He hasn’t noticed her yet and Y/N doesn’t really know how to handle it. But as usual, her mouth speaks before her brain catches up.

“Do you usually call the women you’re hooking up with my name? Or is that just a more recent thing?”

He jumps, spilling a bit of water down his chest, as he realises who is sitting at his dining room table.

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

“Hello to you too. Isla wanted help with an assignment. She’s late, so she told me to let myself in. She also told me you wouldn’t be home. But obviously you are… and someone else is too it seems.” She smirks at how uncomfortable he seems as she makes her way over to him.

“Isla isn’t home till after 8 on Saturdays.” Is all he can think of to say.

“Mmm. You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m not discussing my sex life with you Y/N. I told you, nothing is going to happen between us.” But even so, he steps closer.

“Ok, but if you’re calling other women my name, you must want it to. And I want it to. So that makes us two consenting adults. I don’t think I can stay away from you, Harry.”

Harry’s eyes shut as he inhales the smell of Y/N’s perfume, the intoxicating scent taking him back to the night a few weeks before. This time Y/N is the one to lean in, attaching her lips to his. She’s mindful that he was fucking someone else just moments before but in the moment she can’t bring herself to care. She can feel the moment that Harry gives in, caging her in against the kitchen counter, devouring her mouth with his. Y/N runs her fingers down his chest, revelling in the chance she gets to touch and feel. His skin is smooth and his curls are soft. She finds the harder she pulls, the more insatiable he becomes.

“Y/N? Are you here?” Isla’s voice rings out from the foyer and both Harry and Y/N freeze, pulling away from each other.

“Get out of here… when she sees you without any fucking clothes on she’s going to ask questions.” Y/N pushes on his bare chest and Harry quickly moves up the back stairs up to his room, but not before pressing a small peck to her lips again.

“I’m so sorry I’m a bit late! Are you ready to get started?” Isla chirps, completely oblivious as to what was happening just moments before.

Y/N nods, and starts to show Isla some of the books she brought when her phone dings. Once, twice, then three times.

“Someone’s popular!” Isla jokes. Y/N offers her a small smile as she flips her phone over.

(6:31pm) Harry: You’re right.

(6:31pm) Harry: I don’t think I can stay away from you either.

(6:31pm) Harry: Let me take you out for dinner. Let’s talk.

Y/N glances nervously over at Isla, who seems engrossed in her reading material.

(6:33pm) Y/N: Ok. We’ll talk.

A/N: Hi!!! Thank you for reading, I am SO excited for this series to begin. What do we think of our characters so far...? Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated 💋

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stylessupremacy · 2 years

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Hey! Would you be up for a blurb with CEO!harry? Yn getting sick in the middle of the night after attending the after party with her CEO husband?

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: Language & Sickness

If you liked this piece please reblog, recommend, like, and talk to me about this piece! This is what motivates and makes me want to write! :)

Harry and Y/n had an important dinner tonight they had to attend. Well, Y/n didn’t have to attend but she had nothing better to do and decided to join her husband.

Arriving at the luxurious restaurant - Harry gave the hostess his name and was immediately escorted to the private section where the dinner would be taking place.

The possible businessman stood in the presence of Harry and immediately shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles,” he greeted.

Y/n shook their hands as well, “Y/n Styles. Nice to meet you,” Y/n said kindly even though she didn’t miss the confused look in his eyes - probably wondering why the ruthless CEO would bring his barbie doll wife who brought nothing to the table with him to the dinner.

The business dinner went seemingly well or as well as it could considering Harry didn’t give a damn about what that twat had to say. The more he spoke, the dumber he sounded and Harry just wanted to go home.

“Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom,” Y/n excused herself politely and made her way to the restrooms.

“I know you aren’t going to make a deal with me Styles, but I just have to ask, why’d you bring your wife? I mean all she did was make me hard,” the businessman asked with a glint of humor in his eyes - thinking he was funny when he should really be scared after what he said.

All Harry could see was red, he had no right to disrespect his wife like that - she owned just as much of the company as he did and she had just as much of a right to make decisions as Harry did.

“M’definitely not going to make a deal with you after you just disrespected my wife and the co-owner of the company.” The businessman's face paled quickly but Harry wasn’t done yet, “Get your facts straight before you come asking me to make a deal with you when you don’t even realize who the owners are. Y’dumb twat.”

And with that, Harry stood up, grabbed Y/n’s purse, and met her outside the exit to the restrooms. “Everything okay H?” Y/n questioned since she knew the business dinner was done sooner than expected and Harry had a crease in his brows.

“M’fine. The dumbass just said something that ticked me off,” Y/n let it go knowing Harry handled it. Once the couple was ready they made their way out of the restaurant and headed home.

Upon arriving home both Harry and Y/n had a long day so they both got undressed and ready for bed. They instantly cuddled up together and fell asleep.

Harry woke up in the middle of the night cold. He moved over to cuddle Y/n but realized she wasn’t in bed, probably making Harry cold since they always cuddle when they sleep.

Harry begrudgingly got up from bed and made his way over to the bathroom where the light was on. Walking into the bathroom he definitely didn’t expect to see her hunched over the toilet puking up her dinner up.

Harry quickly moved to Y/n and held her hair back for her whilst rubbing her back and comforting her, “Oh darling, why didn’t y’wake me?” Harry asked with sleep laced in his voice. “Didn’t want to be a bother,” Y/n spoke quickly before hurling back into the toilet.

Harry kissed her sweaty yet clammy neck, “You’d never be a bother to me. Do anything for you, my love.” Harry continued cooing sweet nothings to Y/n comforting her in any way he could.

“Thank you, Harry,” Y/n said as he handed her a towel and a bottle of water so she could get the disgusting taste out of her mouth. “Of course darling,” Harry said sweetly and kissed her on the head.

Harry put Y/n back in bed and made sure she was all situated making sure she had a small trash can beside her and water on the nightstand. He turned off the lights and made his way back to bed as well.

Harry got comfortable cuddling Y/n against his front. He landed small kisses on her shoulders and rubbed her back to help her relax. Once her breathing evened out he gave her one last kiss, he soon followed her steps and fell back into his deep sleep.

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At the end of the day, succession is a sitcom.

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hsgucci94 · 2 years

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The ride (AU)

Summary: The one where Harry and Bella like each other. The issue? She's his boss's daughter.

Content warnings: smut, fluff, hoteness.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: I usually post all this stuff on my instagram acc: @hsgucci94, feel free to come say hi over there! hope you like this one! x

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"You make me want things I can't have," Harry groaned, his hands going up and down my body, his green eyes locked to mine. His words made me bit my lip, while my fingers played with his chocolate curls. My legs were on both sides of his hips, hovering over him. I had him sat at the edge of my bed, and I was ready to take advantages of it.

"We don't have to tell my father...," I replied, lowering my hands until they reached his upper thighs. I felt him tense under my touch.

"Bella...," he closed his eyes. He knew what I was doing, and I knew that he would be willing to keep going if only I wasn't his boss' daughter. In fact, I was sure he would have undressed me by now if I did't happen to be the reason why he could lose his job.

"C'mon, Styles. It's obvious we both want this... Why resist?," I smirked, and he chuckled. Before he could say anything else, I proceeded to unbutton his shirt, his cross pendant hanging from his neck, "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."

The moment I saw his tattooed skin, I gasped. I was not expecting that, and my reaction made him smirk. The knot in my stomach only grew stronger. Meanwhile, he didn't move one muscle, and his indecisiveness was slowly killing me.

I didn't want to be or look desperate, but I was. I started tracing the birds he had on his chest, my eyes fixed on him while doing so; then the butterfly tattoo, and this time it made him gulp hard, knowing that the leaves on his lower stomach were next. But before I could reach them, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me midway. He looked me in the eyes, before licking his lips with his tongue.

"Fuck it," he cursed under his breath, pressing his mouth against mine right after, moaning halfway through the kiss when I bit his lower lip.

I knew what I was doing to him, and I was definitely enjoying it. In no time we were both naked, him on top of me, his strong arms supporting himself on the mattress.

"Your father can't know about this or I'll be in trouble, Bella," he spoke in a raspy voice.

"He'll never know, I promise...," I anxiously replied, pulling him closer to me. He chuckled, before gluing his lips to my collarbone and penetrating me.

His first thrust had me throwing my head back onto the pillow, a moan immediately escaping from our lips. We were doing it. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, pulling him to me. He was finally inside me and it felt so good.

My hands quickly travelled to the back of his hair, taking a bunch of his now messy curls on my fist, pulling at them every time he got deeper into me. Sweat was starting to cover our bodies, but the rhythm of our hips never decreased, quite the opposite. Soon the only thing that could be heard was the noise of the bed hitting the wall with every thrust, alongside our moans.

"Fuck, Bella-," Harry groaned, pushing harder into me, "You feel amazing."

I grabbed him by his pendant and kissed his lips, my tongue sliding into his mouth and furiously playing with his. The knot on my stomach only grew bigger, but his movements were hitting the right spot.

Harry's body shivered, and I knew he was close the moment he grabbed my waist with one of his hands, the other still on the mattress, holding his bodyweight. He buried his fingers on my skin, but didn't hurt me. One thrust later, his rosy lips parted and a deep moan escaped from them. He finished, but kept going until my thighs could not longer take it and the knot in my stomach eventually exploded. My entire body was trembling the moment he came out of me.

He laid next to me on the bed, both of our chest going up and down as we tried to catch our breaths. He then turned to me, passing his hand through his hair, brushing it a bit.

"That felt dirty," he admitted.

"Because it was," I laughed, "You've no idea how much I wanted it, though."

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to him, our sweaty bodies sticking together once again. He carefully removed my hair from my face, putting it behind my ear. His nose touched mine just right before he kissed me. He had a smirk on his face the moment it ended.

"The only thing more beautiful than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile."

I suffocated a laugh, "Oh, boy. Shakespeare is not match for you."

A few minutes later he was already getting dressed. The clock on my nightstand marked the time: 23:40. It was late and we both had to be at the office at 6:30 the following morning. I watched him put his clothes back on, while I was still laying in bed, my bedsheets covering my naked body.

I would have never imagined myself thinking this way..., but I was so lucky my car broke that night, or else he wouldn't have been in my bedroom in that moment.

I had got out of the office later than usual. I had stayed longer to finish a few Excels spreadsheets that had to be sent before midnight. When I got into my car and turned the engine on, it made very unusual noises and wouldn't start. Luckily, Harry was still outside, in a corner, talking to someone on the phone, and saw me struggling in the parking lot. We spent thirty minutes trying to fix it, but didn't success. The tow truck would have taken another half and hour to get there, so we eventually gave up. My car had instantly become a problem for my future self, my present one was too tired to wait outside in the cold until it could be fixed.

He offered to take me home.

One thing led to another and... Well, we had just slept together.

"Harry," I called him, the moment he was finishing buttoning up his shirt. He turned around, raising his eyebrows before murmuring a quiet hmm?, "Thanks for the ride... The car ride." I proudly smiled after that one.

He shook his head, chuckling.

"Anytime. Call me if you ever need another one," he winked at me.

He took his jacket, toss it over his shoulder and left.

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Dad was the problem. Not only was I his only daughter, hence his protectiveness whenever the word men was brought up, but also the apple of his eye. A terrible combination, I thought, looking at him work at the other side of his desk. I was sat in one of his chairs in front of him, the other one still empty.

The way he saw it, there was no man good enough for me or, at least, one that wouldn't turn into a distraction from my job at the enterprise. Proof of it were the men that had been in my life before.

At 26, I was a daddy's girl that grew up to be his protegé and now was fighting to be treated like an equal when not only talking about business, but relationship stuff as well.

It was 6:58 in the morning and I was glad makeup existed. The only way I was going to survive that day was through incalculable amounts of caffeine that I was ready to start drinking as soon as the meeting was over.

Seven o'clock and Mr. Styles knocked on the door, entering my dad's office right after. He looked impeccable; as if he hadn't been covered in sweat less than eight hours ago.

"Good morning, Mr. Byron." My dad got up from his seat and they shook hands.

"Harry," I greeted him, stretching ours seconds later. I had to quickly put away the thought that came to my mind the moment his skin came in contact with mine.

"Isabella," he replied, giving me a nod.

Even though we'd been greeting each other like that for over three months, now it felt... strange. As if we both shared a sin no one could know about. I liked that, but I was scared of my dad finding out. I knew he would not think twice before firing him if our encounter reached his ears. In fact, that was the main reason why Harry hadn't dared to touch me until the night before. However, such events were the result of months of self-control that only increased the desire for one another.

My dad had a strong no relationships policy at his work place. He said that feelings can't interfere when taking a big decision, and big decisions are taken everyday here. If he learned two of his employees were physical or emotionally linked, he'd suggest one of them to find another job somewhere else before firing them both.

I was his daughter. Blood is blood, so the one dealing with the consequences would be him, unfortunately.

"By the way," my dad said, looking at Harry, "I am sure Bella has already thanked you personally, but I wanted to express my gratitude for dropping her home last night. It is nice to know that I work with people I can trust."

I wanted to gulp hard, so instead I just pretended to type something on my phone before putting it away.

"It was no problem at all," he assured him, his face expressionless.

Not very far away from my dad's office there was a small room that functioned both as coffee and gossip break. It was amazing the amount of rumours and assumptions everyone in there knew and made, and one could hear most of them just by casually passing by. When I was little my dad's employee would call me "Isaerial"; I used to hide behind the vending machines and listen to all their gossip before running to my dad's office and spill it all out to him. I was a very nosy child. Not my proudest attribute.

Harry and I were both in that room, in front of the coffee machine. He was waiting for my coffee to be served before putting his mug under it and get his. He had been eyeing me for a few minutes now, so I got the feeling there was something he wanted to say to me.

From the corner of my eye I could see him opening his mouth to speak, but I quickly stopped him.

"Not here. My office," I took my coffee and walked to my desk. When Harry had his in hand, he did the same, closing the door behind him. No one would know if we were talking about finances or our wild night.

"I see you can walk properly?," he rose an eyebrow, smirking. He put his coffee mug on my table, in the opposite side where mine was to not get them mistaken, something that had definitely happened before. He then took a seat in front of me, unbuttoning his jacket before doing so, so that it would not get wrinkled. I tried to hide a smile. I found it very sexy when men did that.

"Looks like you didn't do your job well."

"Yeah, looks like it," his smirk got bigger.

I took a sip of my coffee, looking at him over the cup, raising my eyebrows. He got the message and cleared his throat before saying what he was about to when I stopped him a couple of minutes ago.

"I'm extremely okay with what happened last night, which made me realise that I want you. I know your dad's a problem, but keeping it all a secret would make it even more fun," he chuckled a bit, "We could date in private," he added. I stood silence, his gaze on me the whole time, expectant, "Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

I looked down at the papers on my desk, pretending to read through them. His features changed.

"Aren't we going to leave this as a one-night stand?"

"No," he firmly stated, clenching his jaw, "And I know what you're doing, Bella. Look at me. You're avoiding giving me an answer."

I swallowed, lifting my face, "Being frank, I like you enough to not want you to lose your job, Harry." A sigh involuntarily escaped from my lips.

His serious countenance relaxed.

"That's good to know," he nodded, "because I like you enough to put my job at risk."

His eyes told me he meant it. The corner of his mouth lifted enough to show the beginning of a smile.

"With that being said...," he got up from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket, "I'll get back to work. Morning's looking hectic."

He grabbed his mug, dimples now on full display on his face, and walked towards the door. Just a couple of steps later, he stopped in his tracks and looked back at me, frowning. "Did the tow truck come to pick up your car already?" I nodded. "I'll give you a ride then."

"You're going to take me home?"

"Not yours, but mine. We'll stop at your place first so you can pick up your stuff. I'm not sleeping alone tonight." He smirked, and closed the door behind him.

I had to bit the inside of my cheek to erase the smile on my face, or I wouldn't be concentrating that day. I was already counting the hours till I could leave the office, with him.

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles imagines #harry styles prompt #harry styles ceo #harry styles smut

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overallrry · 2 years

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harry styles “ceo” fics

✩ all credit to the authors ✩

series

too fucking far (harryistheonlyoneforme)

1 2 3

YN takes teasing way too far, so Harry decides to give her a taste of her own medicine

good girl (watchmegetobsessed)

1 2

It's been a year since your arrangement with Harry turned into a love story. Now you're living happily with the man of your dreams, but something causes some trouble in your little paradise. Or maybe someone...

pleasing (stylesloveclub)

1 2

In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry thinks she’s cuter than a puppy.

portfolio (nationalharryleague)

1 2

one shots

fkinavocado

ceo harry smut

clear my schedule

harryistheonlyoneforme

ceo!harry blurbs masterlist

stylessupremacy

ceo harry

ceo harry angst

watchmegetobsessed

nervous

all is fair

finekisses

lesson learnt

stylesharry

meet me in the copy room

lovecanyon

ceo!harry one shot masterlist

harryssethereall

the box

pleasingforharry

moans and elevator music

#ceo harry styles #harry styles ceo #ceo harry styles fic rec #harry styles

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cinemastyles-blog · 8 months

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Private Affair [hs] | 5.

Warnings: Cheating on husband, unprotected sexual acts with another man, just filth.

Word count: 4.3k

He grinned up at you and you swore you saw the devil's gaze flash in his eyes.

Your stomach drops the same time as his hand and you let out a moan, that feels it's been held back for a while, as he presses his fingers against your covered shoulder pussy.

"You sound so beautiful, love. Just stay quiet for me."

His words echo in your head as he slightly pulls your panties open to slip his fingers in. He slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds, biting his lip as he feels how wet you are.

"Soaked." He whispers as he reaches up and pulls you down to him by the back of your neck to kiss him.

He pushes his fingers in and moans against your lips as he feels the warmth of your pussy engulf his fingers.

You clench around him, moaning against his lips as you clench around his fingers.

"How long?"

"What?" You gasp out and lean back slightly.

"How long since you've been touched?" He stops trusting his fingers, holding them still as he waits patiently for your answer.

You whimper slightly at the sudden halt to his fingers, unsure if you want to answer him.

"A long time?" He looks at you and your eyes answer for you. He sighs and shakes his head as he very slowly moves his fingers up and down, "Shame. If you were mine.."

He leans in as he pulls you closer, "I'd be all over you."

He lays a kiss to your chest, "Everyday."

He lays another kiss, "Anytime you want."

And another, "Anyway you want."

You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling to tilt his head back so he looks up at you, "This is wrong."

A smirk spreads across his lips and he chuckles. He slides a hand up your back, still thrusting his fingers, and tangles his hand in your hair, "I'll stop when you tell me to."

He pulls you down to him and he rests his forehead on yours, "You can't tell me you don't feel this, too." He whispers quietly, brushing his lips against yours every other word.

You fold.

Your hands slide down his shirt covered torso until they reach his belt. You start to undo his belt and the phone rings, causing both of you to jump into acting normal.

You fix your dress quickly as Harry answers the phone, "Hello?" He runs a hand through his hair and you can't help but smile when a stray curl falls and rests on his forehead.

"Kathleen Jones and Zayn Malik are here for the meeting, sir." Jake says through the phone.

Harry has an oh shit look and he takes a deep breathe, "Shit, I forgot. Give me five to get the materials around. I'll be quick."

"Okay, I'll tell them." Jake hangs up and Harry looks at you, "So you are about to meet the senior art editors."

You raise your eyebrows and run your hands over your hair, "Neat, okay." You laugh slightly, "Did they not like the title design?"

He shakes his head, "No, no. They loved it. They just want to meet you. You impressed them, actually."

You smile and straighten up as Harry's words boost your confidence, "Really?"

He stands up, fixing his belt as he walks over to you, "I wanted to tell you last night, but.." his voice goes lower and he smirks, "Slipped my mind."

You smirk and bite your inner lip as he runs his hand over your hair, fixing where you missed, "They'll be stupid not to like you."

He winks and walks over, grabbing the folder off of the other desk, "Wait here."

As Harry leaves the office, you take that time and rush to your purse to quickly touch up your makeup.

You hear the talking growing closer and you throw your purse down just as Harry pushes the door open more, "Here we are."

He steps in and quickly looks around for you, a smile of relief lays on his lips once he sees you, "This is, y/n."

Harry motions towards you and you walk over to Harry, smiling when you see the man and woman, "Hello, I'm y/n."

"You're very pretty." An older, yet very beautiful woman who you assume is Kathleen, smiles and her eyes gaze over your dress, "I love this dress, where did you get it?"

You glance down and back up, "I believe I got this from Genevieve's." You tilt your head, "You would look stunning in the red one that they have."

She smiles and raises her eyebrows, "I might just have to take trip there on my lunch break today."

You smile and Zayn moves out from behind her. His image is intimidating, until he smiles, "You've got quite the skill, love."

His accent a little harder for you to understand at first, but you catch on quickly, "Thank you." You smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "You're not so bad yourself."

He chuckles and nods to Harry, "Did you get it?"

You look at Harry as he nods, "Mhm." He walks around to his desk and opens up the Manila folder, "Now, everything but the title work is not important , it's just filler for how the page is supposed to look."

You look down as he slides two pages over and your lips part slightly. You reach out and pull them towards you, "This does not feel real."

"I know that feeling, but believe it, honey. You deserve it." Kathleen says nudging you with her elbow, "I have a feeling you'll be making quite the name for yourself."

A rush of pride flows through your body and you smile, "That's my plan."

Zayn steps up on the other side of you and shakes his head, "I don't think I've ever been so excited to publish a magazine."

You look at him, "Really?"

He nods and looks at you, his eyes dark and honestly beautiful, "I'm ready to see what you come up with. Harry really hyped you up."

Your eyes move to Harry and he shrugs and smiles.

"It took you a day to design this correct?" Kathleen asks and you look at her, "Almost, a little more than half, give or take?"

"Wow. That's impressive. Our best guy needs at least three days."

Zayn snorts at Kathleen's words, "That's what he says, but do you really believe him?"

"I know you don't like Trey, but-" she stops talking and sighs, "Yeah, no. You're right."

You laugh slightly and look back down at the pages, "if you need anything at all, I'm happy to help."

You look between them and Kathleen nods, "Yeah, actually, if I email you something, can you take a look at it for me? Decide what it needs. If it needs anything."

"Yeah, of course. Please." You smile and she nods, "Great. I'm going to do that right now, Harry. Send me her work email and get her set up with that, yes?"

He nods, "Of course, K."

Your stomach twists with a slight jealousy at the nickname. You look back at Harry and he looks at you, tilting his head slightly.

You force a smile and try to get over it, you're married, you tell yourself, you don't get to be jealous.

"Thank you Harry." Zayn smiles and nods at him and he turns to you, "I might have something, too, so I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod and smile slightly, "Sounds good."

They leave the room and Harry follows behind them to close the door, "That was amazing. Oh gosh I'm so excited." You smile behind your fingers and turn towards Harry.

He's studying you, "What happened?"

You press your palm to his desk as you lean back on it, sitting down, "What d-"

"Your demeanor changed when I called Kathleen, K."

You look up at him, "I don't have a right to be jealous." You admit in a whisper, "I- we-" you stumble over your words and look down as you stop talking.

You want Harry, but the married part of you doesn't want to admit it.

He walks over to you and gently lays his fingers under your chin.

His touch makes it hard for you to say no.

His touch makes you want him fully.

"Look at me, y/n." He whispers and gently pushes upward, and you comply. You look up at him and he smiles slightly, "She's a friend of the family. I've known her for, practically my whole of my life. We all call her that."

You feel a slight relief wash over you and you laugh slightly, "I'm sorry thi-"

Harry laughs slightly and shakes his head, cutting you off, "You're fine, love. You're fine for getting jealous." He leans down, "It means you care."

He winks and goes to lean back but you grab him by the shirt and re-close the space. His lips meet yours and his hands hold his weight on the desk next to yours.

You spread your legs and he fits his hips right between your knees, "I'm yours if you want me to be." He whispers against your lips.

Your breathing grows faster as your adrenaline keeps your heart pumping. He kisses down your neck as your hands move to undo his belt, once again.

The only thing on your mind right now is Harry and you won't stop until you get it.

He leans back, pushing your dress up your thighs as you unzip his pants and he moves them down out of the way.

Your eyes move down, waiting to see his cock. He tilts your head up and looks at you, "Do you want to stop?" His fingers brush your cheek lightly and you close your eyes, "No."

He reaches down, pulling his cock from his black boxers and you open your eyes. Your breathe hitching in your throat as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs.

He rubs his cock against your clothed pussy and looks up at you. Your eyes slowly trail from his cock, up his body and land on his eyes, "Fuck me, Harry."

Your quiet whine causes him to moan lowly and he pulls your panties aside and dips his head down to spit before slowly pushing the head of his cock in.

You gasp and bite your lip as you moan from the pleasured ache of him stretching you open slowly.

"Fuck." He groans as he buries his face in your neck. His sudden move causes his cock to push into you a little bit to quick.

He's a lot bigger than what you're used to.

"You're so fucking big, Harry." You moan lowly as you wrap an arm around his neck, "Fuck."

"You're so fucking tight." Harry groans and slowly pulls out to slowly slide back in, "Do I make you this wet?"

You nod as he presses his lips against your neck, "Yes." You whine quietly, "Yes."

He leans back and your arm falls back onto its place on the desk as he grabs your hips with his hands.

His fingers dig into your hips as he pushes his cock in all the way. You take a deep breathe and roll your eyes back, squeezing his cock as you fight back moaning out loudly.

You haven't been fucked in two months.

But you haven't had an orgasm from anyone but your self for four.

"S-so.. close.." you gasp out, barely audible, "Fuck."

Harry nods and keeps his pace, his hands squeeze harder and you squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm rips through your body.

Harry, soon after, pulls out and your feel his cum on your thigh.

Both panting, you look at him and start laughing, as the reality of what you're doing sets in, and Harry's face has a look of both confused and concerned.

"No, no. Not you." You lean up, "I just.." you sigh and shrug, "I've been lying to myself, I guess I am the girl that sleeps with their boss."

Harry's face softens and he starts to laugh, "You scared me there for a second."

You tilt your head, "Huh?"

He walks over to grab a small towel after fixing himself up, "For a second there.." he walks back over and wipes off your thigh, "I thought I wasn't going to get to feel that pussy again."

He smirks as his fingers brush against your desperate for more center as he pulls your panties back over, "This time was too quick for me."

He steps back and tosses the towel down by the couch while you stay silent, watching him as you process what just happened.

He looks up at you, "Coffee?"

── •✧• ──

The walk to get coffee was surprisingly normal.

It was like you didn't just fuck your boss, which is exactly how you needed to act from here on out.

"So are you going to meet with K and Zayn?" Harry asks as he takes a sip of his coffee. You nod, "Oh yes. You need to set me up with a work email."

"Yes." He laughs slightly, "That's right! We'll have to do that when we get back."

Your knees suddenly feel like they could give out. You feel like your breathing starts to pick up the longer your think about how Harry's cock felt buried inside of you.

"If that's okay?"

You look at Harry and shake your head slightly as you blink, "Sorry. What did you say?"

He smirks slightly and nods once, "I said we can also start working on that email and hopefully get them sent out today if that's alright?"

You nod, "Oh yes. Please. I have some ideas already so it should be quick and easy."

"Great." He looks around and sighs, "You're quite brilliant, you know that right?"

You smile and shrug, "I mean, I'm smart with certain things." You laugh and bite your lip and Harry shrugs, "I mean, aren't we all?"

You laugh and look at him, "I guess so."

"Order for Styles!"

"That's us." You say and stand up with him. You grab your coffee before he picks them up and grab straws on your way out.

Your way back to the office was going good until your phone started to ring. You reach into your purse and pull it out, letting out a small sigh before you answer, "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Alex asks kinda frantically.

"Alex, I'm at work. It's-" you lean over and look at Harry's watch, which causes him to smile, "Almost eleven, what are you doing?"

It's silent on the other end of the line for a few moments after you stop talking before Alex gasps, "Shit. I'm late for work."

"Did you over sleep again?" You roll your eyes, "Have a good day." You hang up because you know he threw the phone down and is rushing around to leave.

"What was that about?" Harry asks looking over at you. You roll your eyes and sigh, "Alex." You take a sip of your coffee, "He does this every so often, he'll oversleep, don't realize he overslept and thinks it's still early and then he freaks out and rushes around."

Harry laughs slightly, "Ah, I see."

"Yeah." You say slowly, "But. Not my issue. I have my own job to worry about now."

Harry can't help but snicker and you smirk, "What?" You look up at him and he smirks, "You just have a really good job, is all."

You smile as he pulls the front door open, "You are correct." You walk in and Harry walks up to Jaime, "Anything today?"

Jaime smiles, you can tell she likes him, "Not today, Mr. Styles, but as soon as I can anything I'll bring it up to you myself."

He nods and glances over at you before looking back at her, "Just give it to Jake. Thank you." He walks away and you can't help but feel a twinge of ha ha in your face towards her as you walk away with him.

You step onto the elevator and the doors aren't even halfway shut before Harry has his hand, that's not holding the coffees, on your neck and is kissing you.

Your hands travel up his chest and lay on his shoulders, "I wanted to do that the first time we stepped in here together."

You smile and nod as he steps back slowly, "Me too."

The doors open and you walk to the office. Harry does the routine of giving Jake the coffees to pass out and you guys go to his office.

"He doesn't always do that." Harry says as he sets his coffee on his desk. You shake your head, "No I didn't think so."

He shrugs and chuckles, "It's fine. I'm just picking." He walks around to his desk and opens his lap top, "Come over here."

You smirk and glance over at the other office chair and wheel it over. Harry watches you and shakes his head, "I see how it is."

"We need to get this done. If we didn't.." you smirk and lean in, whispering, "Then I'd chose the other seating option."

He sighs, "Bummer."

You laugh and roll your eyes, "What's my email, Mr. Styles?"

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"And .." you tap the last few keys slowly, "Done."

Harry walks over and leans down. You look up and watch as his eyes scan over the screen of the computer, "Beautiful."

"Yeah?"

He looks down at you and nods, "How can anyone not say yes to this?" He looks back at the screen, "Let's get them sent out."

As you're sending out the emails, your phone vibrates a few times in a row.

Sage: Can my aunt come with to the party on Saturday?

Sage: Also, did you say anything to Harry about me?

Sage: Are you with him right now?

Sage: Send me a picture

Sage: No wait. That's weird. I don't want him to think I'm some psycho.

You cover your mouth to contain your laughter, "Oh my god." You whisper quietly, but it still catches Harry's attention, "You okay?"

He can tell your laughing so he's trying not to laugh with you, "Y/N?"

"So." You turn your chair and slowly uncross and recross your legs. Harry's eyebrows twitches and he bites his lip.

You smirk and continue, "My best friend, Sage. Wants me to tell you about her."

"Oh, really?" He leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, "What about her?"

"She likes you." You bite the inside of your lip, "She wants me to see if you'd be interested in her, as well, and.." you read him her messages and he stands up.

"Alright, here." He walks over to you quickly, laughing as he does, "Go... here.." he hits the little camera button and turns it around to face you guys.

Your heart starts to race as he presses his cheek to your head, "Smile." He smiles which causes you to smile, "Perfect."

He hits send and hands you back your phone. You look up at him, lips parted as they slowly form into a smile.

He laughs and shrugs, "She wanted a picture."

You laugh and shake your head, resting your phone down to refresh your email, "Oh, Harry. We have one response.." you click on the email, "And they agree!"

Harry claps his hands together once, "Yes! Let's fucking go."

You never knew how exciting creating a magazine page would be, but you're not complaining.

"I'm going to write down her answers and then I don't know who they go to exactly."

"Niall. He's our lead magazine editor, I'll actually send him a text letting him know that we're going to be sending him stuff." Harry pulls out his phone and starts texting.

"Oh I also got something from Kathleen, probably what she wants me to lo- holy fuck. There's three projects here." Your mouth drops open slightly and you look over at Harry.

He looks up and smiles, "She knows how good you are."

You smile and reach for your phone as it vibrates,

Alex: Going to be home late. Boss has us redoing a whole folder of stuff. I'll explain later. Love you

You chew on your lip as you type,

You: Okay. That's fine, I'll just get something on my way home from work then. Love you.

You smile as you click on Sage's message,

Sage: Stop it. Right now. He is so pretty.

Sage: Please let this man like me.

You glance over at Harry who is sitting at the other desk with his legs resting over the corner. You look back down and take a deep breathe,

You: I think he's thinking about it right now. He hasn't really said much in the last few minutes.

"What did she say?" Harry causes you to look up and you smirk slightly, "She said stop it right now, he's so pretty. Please let this man like me."

He tilts his head, "What did you say?"

You shrug, "I don't know what to say, so I just said that I thought you were thinking about it because you were quiet."

A smirk slowly spreads across his face, "I mean.. I am thinking.. but not about her."

You shrug, "It's okay."

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about right now?" His stare causes you to smirk all you can do is nod.

He walks over to you and sits down on the desk, looking down, "I'm thinking about how fucking sexy you would look if you were bent over my desk, naked and ready for me."

His words send a chill down your spin and you straighten up slightly as you keep your eyes on his.

He leans in closer, "You can tell your friend, that who I want is someone, I, in a way, already have." He brushes his lips against yours, "Until she says no."

You can't help it. It's like a need when it comes to him, "I'll never tell you no."

You're shocked at how much of a different person you are when you're with Harry. You've never been this forward, sex has always been a subject you shy away from talking about.

Not with Harry.

He brings out who you're truly meant to be.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He smirks and kisses you, pulling you upward so you're standing in between his legs.

His hands rests on your hips, "Don't we have work to do." He mumbles, still keeping his lips on yours.

"Mhm." You mumble as you smirk against his lips. He chuckles against yours and leans back, "Maybe if you're a good girl, and do your work..."

His hand trails down your body, "Maybe you'll get something in return."

As much as you wanted him, you also wanted to get some work done, "Deal."

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This is wrong, you're cheating on Alex.

But knowing that, doesn't seem to make a difference, at least not right now.

"H-Harry." You pant out as your back is arched against the chair. Harry is sitting on the floor with your legs over his shoulders, and his face is hurried between them.

His tongue traces over every single inch of your cunt, moaning as he feels you clench around his tongue.

"Almost there." You whimper out quietly as you dig your nails into the arm rests of the chair. You pull him closer with your legs as you squeeze his head with your thighs.

Your second orgasm rips through you harder than the first one did.

You sit there, weak and panting as Harry leans back. He slowly pulls your legs off of his and sets them down, kissing up them as he stands up.

"You alright, love?" Harry asks as he wipes the cover of his mouth off.

You smile and nod, "Oh yes. I'm good." He smiles and watches as you lean forward and look at the computer, "Our final lady emailed us back, they all says yes and gave their answers."

"I'm surprised they all got back right away." Harry walks over and looks at the screen before looking at you, "I'm calling it now. You're my good luck charm."

His words make the heat rise in your cheeks and you smile, "Oh gosh."

He smiles and stands up, looking at his watch, "you're free to go, if you want."

You lean back and look over at him, "So what are your plans to celebrate when you publish these pages?" You change the subject.

You're not in any rush to get home.

He smiles slightly, "Usually, we just go out to dinner at one of the places on the edge of town. Have some drinks, you know-" he chuckles, "The normal office celebrations."

You nod, "Sounds like that could be fun."

He shrugs, "Depends on who attends, really. Last months was boring." You laugh slightly, "Hopefully this months is better."

"Speaking of, if you're free on Tuesday, that's when this months dinner is." Harry smiles, "just let me know so I can add you to the table."

You nod, "I would love to go. I just need to get an outfit. What's the dress code?"

"We usually like to dress nice, some dress fancy. All on your level of comfortability." His eyebrow raises, "But I don't think you'll have an issue looking nice."

You smile and look down, "Thank you." You stand up and take a deep breathe as you look up at him, "I think I'm going to go shopping, if you don't need me for anything else."

He watches you and slowly smiles as he shakes his head, "You're free to go, sweetheart."

You walk over to him, "Don't take offense if I don't talk to you right away. This is just all going to hit me when I leave here but-" you lean in and press your lips to his,

"I'll see you tomorrow."

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Thank you for reading Private Affair.

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I Love You So || Paper Rings 3

I promise the next part of spin the bottle is coming��😭 IM REALLY TRYING MY BEST TO UPDATE AS FAST AS I CAN SO PLS BARE WITH ME

omg writing angst is so fucking difficult im actually gonna go part my hair with a chainsaw <333

“I love you so—”

“Please let me go.”

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Harry felt like the happiest fucking man on earth.

It’s only been a week that you and Harry finally confirmed your relationship, but he still couldn’t get over it. He found himself replaying it again and again in his head, before covering his face in an attempt to hide his blushing and overly-smiley face from prying eyes.

He was really happy.

You were talking to Zayn, back turned against Harry—unknowing that he was even close. Harry couldn’t even hide the giddy grin he had on his face when he saw you. You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine, Y/N.

He runs up to you before embracing your body in his grasp, placing his chin on your shoulder. “Hi.” he says with a dazzling smile, smiling up to you.

You laugh pressing a kiss to his nose, “Hi baby.”

“I really like your outfit today.” he says in a low tone while rubbing his nose against your cheek, his hot breath fanning the skin of your face.

“Yeah?” you giggle, trying to push his face away when he started blowing raspberries on your neck.

“Mhm, I think I got a love boner when I saw you.” he whispers before darting his tongue to circle against your jawline.

You snort, laughing loudly. “I hate you!”

“But I adore you.” he says back, he holds your face in his large hands making sure you heard it clearly.

“Ugh you motherfuckers are the reason why everybody has bad days!” Zayn exclaims across from you with a teasing smile.

Harry only glares at him, a little mad that he disrupted his quality time with his girlfriend. “Fuck off.”

“Wow, so I get that greeting while Y/N gets a... whatever the fuck that was.”

“Y/N is my girlfriend, you’re Zayn.” he says in a monotone voice, while you only smile at him, going on your tippy toes to peck his cheek earning a blush from Harry although he kept a straight face.

“How many times do you have to say girlfriend? I think even the fucking ants that you’re together. Unbelievable.” Zayn shakes his head with a smile before hooking his arm around Harry’s shoulder. “Y/N wanna go romanticize doing homework and have this man third wheel us?”

“Of course,” you laugh as Zayn mocks Harry’s frown.

Tangling your hands with his, earning Harry’s attention before kissing his hand and swinging it together while Zayn was laughing at a meme before showing it to the both of you.

“You make me the happiest person on earth, Y/N.” he whispers to you, squeezing your hand.

You smiled as you look at the picture in your phone gallery with you, Harry and Zayn in the library— Harry with an annoyed expression that he was third wheeling the both of you.

That day seemed so far now.

Lately, Harry has been working himself to the max— eager to succeed in his work. Your senior year of college has just began whilst Harry had already graduated recently, he didn't give himself any time to spare and immediately went to work.

While Harry has spent his days at his office, you have asked Mr. and Mrs. Blue to work for their library café.

To say the least, you've been struggling. Despite Harry graduating with a job that he loved, the both of you lived together now and it was hard having him be the one with the greater income while you barely contributed anything.

You missed him.

He comes home at midnight and the only times you’ll see each other is when you say goodbye to him as he leaves for work. Today, you had all of your work done and since you only had one class — which was your least favorite class— you decided to visit him at work.

“Miss Y/N!” The receptionist of Harry’s floor, Tina, greets you making you smile.

“Hiii!” you wave at her before reaching for the tupperware inside your bag. “My friend made this and I thought you’d want some. Also please tell your daughter the blue one is for her.”

“Thank you darl—” your attention then drifted one to the obnoxious laughter before you saw a body stepping out of Harry’s office with a smile plastered on her face while Harry’s face remained emotionless.

“Babe? Are you alright?” Tina asks with a furrow in her brows.

“Yeah, yeah of course, Thank you again, I hope you have a good day.” you smile before making your way over to Harry’s office where he was talking to Jess.

“Hey.” you greet the both of them.

“Oh-- hi. What are you doing here?” Harry clears his throat, diverting his attention to you.

“I just wanted to eat lunch with you is all. ‘Didn’t want to visit Mr. Clitoris, I despise him.”

“Okay. I’ll go wash my hands. Wait inside. After this, you’ll go right? I have a lot to do.”

This made you frown, “I’ll go, yeah.”

Without a word, he leaves and you immediately make your way inside his small office, placing the food you made on his desk.

“So you’re his girlfriend, huh?” you hear Jess’s footsteps follow behind you. “Funny, he actually never mentions you.”

If he doesn’t then how the fuck do you know I’m his girlfriend?

You sighed before turning to her, “Harry may be oblivious to your motive but I’m not. Please stop it. I told you many times that I don’t like you around my boyfriend.” You’ve never felt so stupid. The way she laughed at you like everything you were saying was dumb.

“Y/N or whatever your name was, look, Harry and I are friends. It’s not my fault we are comfortable around each other, I’m like his girl best friend. I don't understand why you’re freaking out.” She laughs coolly, making you even more frustrated.

“Well as his girlfriend I’m telling you to stop flirting with my boyfriend. Know your place.”

“No wonder why he keeps coming back to me, maybe you’re just not enough for him anymore Y/N.”

“What’s going on here?” Harry rasps beside the both of you making you startled.

Before you even got to process anything, Jess started sobbing across you, holding her cheek in her hand. “Your girlfriend slapped me, H.”

“What?” Both you and Harry speak at the same time.

“No I didn’t! Why the fuck are you lying?” Why can’t she just leave Harry alone?

“She started calling me a whore because I’m your friend. And then she just slapped me.” she says, going up to Harry before burying her head in his chest to “cry”.

“I would never do that! I just told her to fucking back off because I didn’t feel comfortable with how touchy she is with you. I mean look at this shit!” you point to her in his grasp even though Harry made no attempts to reciprocate the touch.

“You have to believe me.” you whisper defeatedly.

“I know. I heard your conversation.” he rasps, making you part your mouth in shock. Jess immediately stared up to him with the same expression as you before moving away.

Relief immediately washed over you. “Thank g—”

“Jess is my friend.” he cuts you off. “Stop being possessive.”

“I—” you start feeling your heart break the more he talks.

“Leave.” he says again, running his hand through his hair out of frustration.

From your peripheral view you see Jess straightening out before heading towards the door.

“Y/N, Leave. Jess and I have to work on our report.”

You snapped your head up from the floor to him. He looked at you with the same emotionless eyes he gave everyone else.

“Harry?” you whisper, a silent “why?” he was doing this.

But he just stared at you again with no ounce of emotion on his face. Why did it feel like he was choosing her over you? Why did it feel like he wanted her more than he could ever want you?

Without a word you reached for your bag, walking to his door seeing Jess scoff a smirk as you walked out with bleary eyes.

Sometimes you couldn’t help but miss Harry who needed you the same way you needed him.

When Harry first told you he wanted to bring you to meet his parents for Christmas you expected a lot. But the last thing on your list was Harry crying on your shoulder when he found out his siblings didn’t come home for Christmas.

"I'm basically a miracle child uh... My parents had me when they were 48 which is fucking crazy. While my siblings were in college I was just born. And I remember I would wait for them in the door, just waiting for them everyday to come home so someone could play with me.And when you're 8, you just can't help and ask yourself if your parents even wanted you there.” he laughs humorlessly as the both of you lay on his childhood bed with glow in the dark stickers brightly glowing at the ceiling.

“I think when I told my parents I really felt nervous around people, I think they just thought it was cute, you know, that I was shy. But um it made it even harder for me because I didn't have anybody to go to. I would fucking play chess by myself and talk to myself everyday, ask myself how my day was, bake cookies for myself and fixed my scar when I tripped, and I was the one that cooked my breakfast. It was all just me.” this time he turned to his side to face you before tucking a stray hair and smiling softly to himself.

"For the longest time I just didn't have anybody so I would always think that keeping it to myself would be better and that if I told you how I felt you would run away from me.” he paused like he was contemplating whether or not to continue speaking.

“I know I don't say it but I'm happy you're my girlfriend y/n. I'm happy you were the first person that made me feel wanted and I-I really like myself when I’m with you. So thank you.”

You were sitting on the couch, with books surrounding you as you tried to bury yourself in homework.

Times like this are where you really wished you had a friend. With Zayn moving back to Europe and Niall working at another state, there was nobody you could really talk to. Partially, it’s your fault. You were so in love with Harry that you were able to convince yourself that you really didn’t need anybody else. That whoever you’d meet would never amount to the happiness and comfort you felt with Harry.

You’d be alright as long as you had Harry.

But now that it starts to feel that he’s slipping through your fingers, you don't really think you have him anymore. Maybe before yeah, but not anymore.

And that really hurts to admit.

It really hurts loving someone so much that you start to lose yourself loving them.

You never really realized it but your entire relationship with Harry, you just gave your entire focus to Harry. Whenever you would have a fight with him and he would just call you one time telling you how sorry he was and that he needed you, the anger and sadness you felt would be wiped away and you would immediately be back with him.

All the problems you both faced were never really resolved. It was just ignored.

“Hey.” he says, as you hear fumbling behind you.

You didn't say anything in response, just sitting there quietly.

“So what, you’re giving me the silent treatment now?” he scoffs when you don’t say anything. “Real fucking mature, Y/N.”

To be honest, you were having a hard time understanding yourself. This was everything you wanted for Harry. Socialize, make friends on his own, and do what he loves to do. You were so excited for him when he was invited to his very first birthday— apart from yours— and you remembered picking out his outfit and the gift while he contemplated whether or not this was some humiliation prank on him.

And all while supporting him, you started to lose friends. But that’s okay because Harry is your best friend.

“I really don’t have any time to be arguing right now. So tell me what the fuck is wrong so this can be over with.”

“You don’t ever have time for me, Harry.”

He laughs humorlessly, “You’re so fucking unfair. I spent everyday of every fucking year attached to your hip Y/N. I did everything you told me to, I tell you everyday how much I love yo- I even fucking spend my free time watching those shows you like so much just so I can make you laugh with inside jokes. So if that isn’t fucking enough for you then I don’t know if I’m enough for you.”

“And I don’t? I’ve given my fucking all to you Harry. I did everything in the past week just so I could be deserving an ounce of your attention. I know I’m not as smart as Jess or am I as pretty or as confident but that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve your attention too, Harry.”

“You know what, I don’t understand why you’re so mad. She’s my friend–”

“Really?”

“What are you gonna fucking forbid me from seeing every other women out there just because you said so?”

“I told you many times that I was uncomfortable with the way she was touchy with you Harry. I have every right to say whether or not I am comfortable with the way she was acting around you.”

At this point the both of you were standing, facing each other, with the couch in between the both of you. “I mean fuck, do you even tell her no or are you okay with the way she’s acting around you?”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, we’re friends and if you can’t trust me then that’s not my fucking problem Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your chest heaving with how angry you were as you only stared at Harry. “You’re such an asshole.”

Without even processing what was going on, Harry went around the couch before bending you down at the arm of it. He lowered himself until his chest was touching your back, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “You sure you wanna say that again, huh?”

You knew you should talk about it. You did. But you didn’t want to stop him. It was just this one time, it wouldn’t happen again… right?

“You’re the only person for me, okay? Stop thinking that you’re not because you are. Now spread your legs.”

You wrapped the blanket around your body and walked to the kitchen where Harry was always sitting. With his glasses sat on top of his nose, papers scattered everywhere and eyes red and swollen with the lack of sleep.

"H?" you whisper, touching his shoulder with red cheeks.

"Hm?" he hums the lack of interest evident in his voice.

"C-can we just cuddle for a minute? Please?" your hands were fiddling with the fabric of the blanket.

"I can't."

"But H, we haven't cuddled in a long time. Not even last night." you argued, the frown etched on your face deepening. The memory of Harry hurriedly leaving the bed after the both of you came to take his work calls burned holes in your mind.

"I'll cuddle after I finish this. Don't you have homework?" he mumbles, eyes still not leaving his screen.

Your eyebrows furrow at this, "I finished it all yesterday cause I wanted to spend the day with you."

"Just- go spend it reading a book or something."

"You-you don't want to spend the day with me?" you mutter, voice cracking.

"I have things to do, Y/N."

"Can't they wait-"

"For fucks sake." He mutters, burying his head in his hands. “I should’ve listened when they said you’re so fucking childish.”

"Harry--" you close your mouth, cutting yourself off, not wanting Harry to get even more pissed.

You understood that he had other things to do. It was just you wished that he could be more gentle with you especially when you're at your subspace.

You fell asleep in the room with your cheeks stained with tears and doubt in your mind.

Harry was never too busy for you. He always found a way to make studying and your relationship work. The possibility that now he’s graduated and started getting bored of you or thinks he deserves better is haunting you.

Maybe he found somebody else in his work and realized how much he didn’t want to be with somebody younger than him, someone so childish.

"Baby?" you hear Harry's voice, soon the sound of the door opening was heard. You immediately pretended to still be in deep slumber as he approached the bed.

As the bed dips, the familiar warm touch of a hand touches your face. He places a stray hair behind your ear before pressing a peck on your forehead. “I’m sorry."

And you believed him. You believed him when he said he was sorry.

Harry was talking to Jess again.

What surprised you though is the smile on his face at whatever Jess was saying. He used to look at you like that. Like you were the most interesting person to exist.

You shook the dawning feelings, reminding yourself not to ruin today because you and Harry just made up. “Hi!”

Both Jess and Harry looked at you with somewhat of an irritated look. You went up your tippy toes to press a kiss on Harry’s lips but he bent down to hug you— dodging your lips.

Harry has never dodged your kisses before.

You tried to tell yourself that it was just a misunderstanding, that Harry wouldn’t dodge your kiss and just want a hug at the moment but even that’s not working.

Deep insecurities you've been so ignorant of, had always risen in your relationship with Harry. It wasn't necessarily because Harry was untrustworthy, it was just the way you were. Scared of getting hurt.

You couldn’t help but wish you had the same beauty as she did. You wished you were as confident and charming as she was.

The entire time you just watched as the both of them talked, making no efforts to include you in the conversation. Why did it feel like you were disturbing them?

You sniffled, wiping the pathetic tears before speaking. "I have to go."

“Okay.” Harry says not even making eye contact with you.

The moment Harry walked in the door of your apartment, he was confused upon seeing you not present at the couch. He sighs out in exhaustion removing his shoes before going inside the bedroom, the sight shocking him.

You were packing your things.

Why?

"Y/N what's going on." he asks from the doorway, shocking you but nevertheless not stopping.

“Oh so now you care?” you scoff.

“What the fuck does that mean? And would you stop?” he crouches down to you, grabbing your hands before entangling them with his. “You have to talk to me.”

You laugh humorlessly, tilting your head to the side. “That’s all I’ve been doing Harry, you just didn’t listen to me. Nobody is fucking listen to me.” you forcibly removed your wrists away from his grasp before leaving the room to get something from the living room.

“So why-why are you packing then? If you’re upset then let’s talk about it.” he follows you, grasping the cloth of your dress gently.

This made you stop in your tracks. He always did the “grabbing of your dress” ever since you first started dating.

You were walking in front of Harry, trying to find where the pet store that you wanted to bring him was again when you felt a little tug on your dress. You looked back at him to find him already looking at you with his hands grasping the cloth of your dress.

You rolled your eyes, it was your turn to take Harry out on a date and you thought this was a tactic to ask you where you’re going again. “I’m not telling you, H.” you laughed.

“I know, I just wanted you to know I’ll follow you to the ends of the world Y/N.”

"I-I can't take this anymore, Harry." You felt Harry’s hand drop from your dress.

"You... You shouldn't feel guilty about being too busy. You shouldn’t feel guilty that you’re working hard to achieve your goal. You shouldn’t feel guilty that people are finally starting to notice you, You shouldn’t feel guilty that you’re having friends on your own. You did all of that on your own and you didn’t need me, and I’m so proud of you.” you said with a shaky sigh. "Let’s break up Harry."

"W-what?"

You looked back to find him staring at you with tears slowly dripping down his eyes. “Why the fuck do you get to cry, huh? You treated me like shit Harry, you didn’t even make me feel like you wanted me anymore and you’re crying?” you laugh breathlessly.

“So the moment things are going amazing for me, you’re gonna leave me? You’re so fucking selfish.”

“Me? I’m the selfish one? I was the one trying to fix this! I was the one that had to act like everything’s fine so we don’t get into another fucking fight! It was all me trying—”

“Then why stop?!” he snaps, the both of you screaming at each other’s faces.

“Because I’m tired, Harry. Our relationship has been long gone, I was just in denial. And so are you, so let’s stop.” You moved past him and grabbed your books on the shelf. The shelf that you and Harry built 5 times because he insisted there was no need for instructions.

“But I need y-”

You stopped him before he could even continue, “We needed each other before and now we don’t. You don’t need me anymore and so do I.”

“I don’t want to break up, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You should’ve told yourself that before you fucking kicked me out of your office so you and Jess can ‘work’.”

“Is this what this is? Jealousy? You’re still mad about what happened with Jess? I told you we have a presentation that will decide my promotion Y/N!”

I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything Y/N.”

“It just-- it feels like I’m the only one falling in love with you everyday. It-- it feels like watering a dead flower, you know? I just don’t think I’m the right person to be with you, right now.”

“What the fuck does that mean? You are the right person for me Y/N. You always have been and I don’t understand why you’re not, now.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to give us a rest?”

“No Y/N I fucking don’t. Because I love you, and if you don’t love me anymore just tell me--”

You shake your head in disagreement, “You’re getting this wrong! You’re getting me wrong! I love you H. I really do. But I can’t keep holding on to the ghost of you. I don’t know myself without you, and I want to see what I can be without you.”

“Then I’ll give you space! Just don’t— don’t leave.”

“It really hurts being with you, Harry.” you whisper, hanging your head low almost as if you’re embarrassed.

“You’re not being fair Y/N. I keep putting my life on hold for you—I fucking tire myself out so I can make a living of myself and still be with you. You’re not my only priority Y/N and it’s--it’s not fair when I try my best to be with you and you fail to recognize that. It’s not fair when I try and please everyone and it’s still not enough.”

“Then where the fuck where you at my birthday Harry! Huh?!”

“I told you I was working! Are you really still hung up on that?”

“Working?” you scoffed. “Then why did Jess come here the next day to say that you left your sweater at her house Harry?”

“Because I was working with her in her house!”

“Really?! So that’s why you smelled like wine too, isn’t it?”

“You seriously can’t be mad about me getting drunk with another woman. When can my “I love you” be enough for you?”

“You’re all words and never actions!” you sniffled. “Do you understand how it felt waiting for you on my birthday only to find out you spent it with another woman?”

“I told you to go out with your friends, that’s not my fault if you waited for me Y/N.”

“And I told you nobody would come, Harry! You’re the only person in the world that I know would remember my birthday, and you weren’t here. You chose her over me. And that isn’t fair too.”

You watch with bleary eyes as he clenches and unclenches his fist, desperately look around as he tried to control his breathing.

“Fuck– why is this happening? We were so happy, so I can’t fucking understrand why does it hurt this bad.”

“Stop it--”

“I’m not cheating Y/N. I’m sorry that I made you doubt but I’m not. Here.” He shoves his phone to your hand. “Delete all of their fucking numbers, I don’t care.”

“Just because I was the first one to appreciate you doesn’t mean I’ll be the last. You’re doing great in this company, Harry. I just can’t believe you’re doing great without me. We’ve been fighting for the last month Harry and I know you’re tired too.” You shook your head, giving it back to him. “This... fight isn’t just because of jealous H. I just am tired with our relationship and I know you are too.”

“You can’t leave me Y/N.” he lightly grabs your hand, “I’ll- I’ll change, please tell me who you want me to be.” He stands there, unknowing of his swollen eyes as he tries to be logical about this.

“Har—”

"You can't leave," his voice started breaking, like he was struggling to breathe. "You can't leave me."

"Please don't do this," you shook your head at him as tears welled your eyes.

"I need you, Y/N. I need you here— here with me." he clasped his hands with yours as his voice laced with desperation.

“We--we need to break up Harry. You can’t keep putting your life on hold for me, and I can’t keep pretending that I’m still happy with our relationship. I can’t keep pretending I’m still happy.”

"I'm the person I am today because of you, Y/N. You're all I've ever known. A-and I can't handle living without you. Please stay with me. Please, my love. Shout at me, fight with me just please stay. I love you Y/N."

“You have to let me go, Harry. You have to let this go.”

“I’m not ready to lose the person I love the most and my best friend in one night.”

“I can’t do this.” you picked up your bag from the floor with shaky hands before. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

He shakes his head reverently, keeping the strong grip on your arms. “Stop it! Stop...I-I need you. I need you here with me. Please, you’re all I want.”

You feel the tears brimming in your eyes, as you try to remove Harry’s arms against you. His chest was racking with sobs against your back as he tried to cling on to whatever love you still had for him.

“I’m in love with you Y/N. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”

You felt your shoulder slump against him. You have to leave, you can’t keep going back and forth like this. Like a merciless hurricane of pain leaving a gaping on you.

“Please don’t say you love me.” you whisper.

He shakes his head, "I love you baby, I love you so--"

You always envied those people who cried so beautifully. Those people whose tears flow down their cheeks so gracefully.

So you envied Harry. You envied him with the way he grips onto your shoulder tightly and desperately.

"Please let me go."

Harry could not hear his own heartbeat anymore. His love for you was indescribable. The bare thought of you made him shut his eyes so tightly, as he clenched his fist. His love. His world. Gone.

And he was alone, once again.

[part 4*]

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Illicit 6

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Harry was waiting on the text from Brant.

Katherine had insisted she would end the contract, but it had been silent for two days. He was angry, this was taking too long. Harry wasn’t known for his patience and rightfully so, he was running out- If he hadn’t been already. He wanted to take Y/N public. This farce needed to end.

She had been less than pleased with him after finding out he hadn’t stopped fucking her once he noticed Katherine, but she also sort of understood him. She knew he was trying to get this contract to be ended because he really wanted to be with her alone, keep it from running the remainder of the course but she was also concerned.

This woman had to be unhinged. To break and enter into a home, it was showing desperation and Y/N didn’t like it one bit. She seemed to see what Harry didn’t. A woman who had what she wanted taken away from her. Something that she only saw possible with Harry’s help, for whatever reason. Y/N knew there were dozens of other successful businessmen in the circle she hung out in, but she also knew Harry was the best of the best. The top dog. She wouldn’t even just say that because she loved him- it was a straight fact. Harry was one of the richest men from one of the richest families, an elite in the circles of higher society, and he was someone who got a lot of attention despite trying to stay under the radar.

So why Katherine set her sights on one of the most privacy seeking men in the lineup? Neither one of them had a clue. The only thing Y/N could manage was that she wanted to be the one that changed him. That was laughable considering Harry was the most stubborn and sure of himself person she knew- an Y/N had met a lot of people.

One of the things Harry liked most about Y/N is she had no desire to change him. As cliche as it sounded, she liked him for him. She was aware of his grouchy disposition, knew he would never stand for his employees or disrespect, knew he was blunt and could be cruel. But he had a soft underbelly that no one else got to see besides her. She watched him silently, anonymously donating thousands and thousands to charities. He was kind to children, kneeling to get to their level and speaking to them in a soft tone, like little adults. He paid for some of his employees' children to go to college, albeit through a scholarship that was entirely funded by him. They’d never know he did it by himself, because he didn’t want praise. He didn’t do anything for public acceptance.

The man treated her like a goddess. A princess. The most precious thing to him. Something in him switched when he looked at her, the cold, bored look, the stoicness turning to a melty fondness in his irises. His tone softened, his strong grip loosening to a gentle caress as he held her hand in his own and did his signature kiss to her knuckles before pressing the back of her hand to his cheek. He’d done it the night they’d met, claiming infatuation at first sight that had turned into love fairly quickly.

People around them that knew, Harry’s actual friends and his housekeeper at the lake had expressed shock at how he had been around her. While he was definitely looser and more pleasant around them, Y/N’s treatment had caught them off guard. There was no doubt in any of their minds that he had found The One.

Y/N found it interesting to watch the switch. To see him sitting there on a business video call with his immaculate posture, his brows slightly furrowed and jaw tense as his hands sat folded in front of him. He was working from home today, wearing black pinstriped trousers and a crisp white button up to keep it somewhat casual, but they were immaculately pressed. His hair was slicked back, but the one piece that always gave him an issue curled around his forehead, making her heart flutter. How a man was as handsome as him was a mystery to her, but the fact that he was hers was something that made her feel all sorts of warmth all over. Looking over his computer screen, she saw the moment he took her in. His eyes changed as he spotted her, clad only in one of his light blue button ups and her hair in a bun she threw up haphazardly at the nape of her neck, tendrils loose in front of her face. Leaning in the doorway, she wiggled her fingertips at him before leaning her hip up against the doorframe.

“Gentlemen, I have a situation that needs attending to. We will resume tomorrow when I am in office.” He said before swiftly clicking out of his meeting. Closing his laptop and leaning back in his chair. His finger curled, motioning her to him. He had no problem putting things off when it came to Y/N and that was another reason she knew she was different than anything else for him. Harry had been married to work before her, and his devotion was now much more appropriate.

“I’m a situation, hm?” Y/N laughed, padding over to his chair. It was no surprise that she was pulled into his lap, straddling it as he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into him to give her a thorough kiss. He tasted slightly like coffee and his mint gum he chewed religiously, other hand sliding down to slip underneath his shirt and caress the curve of her back. With a soft hum, he managed to peel himself away, nudging her nose with his own.

“Mmm. My best situation.” He smiled. Y/N’s thumb found his dimple, pressing into it before settling herself on him with her weight. “I’m glad you came and found me. You were sleeping so soundly before, didn’t want to disturb you.” His lips brushed her cheek, remembering her sleepy form underneath his plushy white bedspread. Her hair flowing over the pillows and her sleep swollen lips parted slightly, puffing out soft breaths as she slept. She’d stirred a bit when Harry moved, but settled once he gently tucked her back under the duvet. He had half a mind to say fuck it to the meeting and spend the morning rolling in the sheets, worshiping his beautiful lover, but he knew what he needed to do.

“That’s okay. Remembered that you told me you had that meeting so I figured where you were in here.” Resting her head against his, she relaxed further in his hold, the rhythmic stroking of her bare back making her already slightly sleepy state worsen. She’d brushed her teeth, gotten dressed in his shirt and washed her face, but she was fresh out of bed. Still warm and pliant, eyes a little heavy with the leftover sleep. “Was it going good? Didn’t have to end on my account. I was just going to sit on the couch.” She liked his leather couch against the wall. This room also functioned as a makeshift library, so she would find a book and relax until he was done, normally.

“Didn’t care. Wasn’t something I felt like investing in but to be honest, you looked far too stunning in my shirt. Couldn’t help myself.” He smiled, gently massaging the back of her neck. “Y’know it’s my favorite way to see you. My soft girl.” Harry was sure it was probably not a good habit to get into, but he had rose colored glasses on. The sweet bliss of strawberry pink love, fluffy like cotton candy and soft like silk, he couldn’t deprive himself of time with Y/N. He was addicted to her inside and out, needy and hungry for attention in a way he didn’t know a human was. Before her, he thought people were making it up. This whole love thing, not being able to stay away, feeling like your heart belonged to someone else. Y/N had blown up his world view and expanded it tenfold.

Of course she didn’t want to break the moment, but the suspense was killing her. Keeping his face in her hands, she fixed him a soft look before proceeding with the question. “Has Brant emailed you, texted, called? About the contract termination?” She whispered, knowing it would piss him off. The reminder did as she expected, his back stiffening slightly. HIs brows fixed, making her well aware of the answer. “No, huh?” A sad smile rose to her face, knowing that Katherine was only making it worse for herself.

Harry went very far for people he loved, but this was a new level. He was bloodthirsty. Willing to ruin it for her, her inheritance, her life if she didn’t listen to him. He gave her a few days, but she hadn’t taken it upon herself to talk to her father. He wasn’t going to spare any details. “No. I was going to call him after my meeting.” He sighed. “I don’t understand her stupidity. I could charge with breaking and entering, but I haven’t. She doesn’t seem to understand.” It was tiresome now. He didn’t want to go through the effort, but he would. He was tired of holding Y/N away and pretending he was into anyone else. Crazy Heiress or anyone else, he wanted his and Y/N’s names linked together forever. Loving her made him possessive and eager to share that she was his, that he was taken. No mistakes being made that he was taken- by the right woman.

“I think that’s a good idea. Something seems… off about her.” Y/N whispered, as if she was being watched. Something felt a bit off. “I think you should do it sooner rather than later. I don’t like that she’s been silent.” It was highly unlikely for her to take days off of posting, and Y/N had checked to see if she had announced a break up or something. Nothing. It was a red flag, in her opinion. Something was wrong with her and her gut instinct was to proceed with caution.

“I may as well get it over with.” He mumbled, adjusting her in his lap so she was strown across it. Her head laid on his shoulder, one arm around her while the other picked up his work phone and dialled the number. It only took 3 rings and it was answered, a jubilant greeting coming from Brant- which meant he definitely didn’t know.

“Hello. I have some rather unfortunate news.” He said into the phone. “Well, I’m sure you’re aware of your daughter’s rather unhinged behavior as of late. I’m sure you also know I’ve had no real interest in her, but I was seen with her in public and allowed her to use my name and image to boost not only her name, but your own as well. I’m sure you also haven’t heard from her personally in the last three days.” Harry had a little bit of joy in knowing that Katherine was going to get punished. In some way, somehow, he was going to punish her and she was going to be taken out of his life.

“I’ve been lenient. I’ve been much more patient with your daughter than she deserves, because quite frankly, she’s a spoiled brat with not a single lick of sense floating through her thick skull. Enough so to break into not only my office, but my home. She found me with another woman, the woman I am committed to in my personal life. She watched, like a pervert, and had the nerve to continue to try and argue with me. She called my real woman some things I won’t repeat, but I will remind you there was no clause indicating fidelity, and I’d simply found my match after the contract was signed.” He sighed, hearing sputtering from the other line.

“I’m going to give you options here. Options because I know, Brant, that you value your business. I want the contract called off. I want it ripped to shreds, annulled, and my acquisition is going to drop. I will offer it to another parent company, but in good faith I don’t feel it is a worthy investment for me, but I keep my word.” He spoke clear, concise, though Y/N knew he was fuming. Recalling the things, stewing over them. “I want my name to be separated from every branch of your family. You couldn’t keep the leash your daughter so desperately needs tight enough and she’s gotten scrappy. You both are very lucky I didn’t charge any sort of charges against her. She’s your daughter and she is a reflection of one. A poor one. I don’t know if the fillers she gets have leaked into her blood, I don’t know if she’s gone mad with supposed and fleeting social power, I don’t know if there is something otherwise wrong with her. I want her out of my life, out of my sight, and I want it to stay that way.” It was silent on the other end, but Harry wasn’t finished.

“So what you can do, is tell her that she needs to get some help. I presume you didn’t give her enough attention as a child, paid her off with gifts and trips instead of the affection a child actually needs and now she seeks validation from others, including the internet, and feeds off of that alone. Something along those lines. You can dissolve the contract on your own, quietly, or I can make a large deal about it. Leaking some things to the press as she had done, I can call the police and show them the footage of her breaking into my apartment. I can ruin your family name in just gossip alone. So I suggest you weigh your options carefully before giving me an answer, though it’s very obvious what the choice should be.” He squeezed Y/N’s waist softly as he hung up the phone.

Y/N got another glimpse of business Harry, but it was personal this time. He was angry, making her reach to smooth the wrinkles at his brow. “Unclench your jaw, baby.” She urged, smiling lightly at him. “It’s all up to him now. I would assume he would have some sense. And soon, we won’t have to hide at all.” That was the silver lining in all of this. Kathering dug her own grave, and Harry had pushed her into the hole, 6 feet under. He gave her a shot to make it correct but she didn’t do as needed, and he had to take matters into his own hands. Now he was.

“I know, baby.” He murmured. “I just hate that I went along with it this long but…” He moved to hiss her forehead. “It’ll be over soon. All we have to do is wait for the call.”

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the best thing

summary - you hate harry after that one night together, but when you need someone the most he will always be there

a/n : mentions of sexual assault, quite intense scenes, crying, angst, drunkeness

word count : +3.8k

pairing : ceo!harry x reader

You don’t know how you got here.

One minute you were eating crisps at home and watching reruns of Friends, then the next thing you know you’re at an exclusive event in the centre of London with your best friend; Leia.

Apparently, your best friend is now dating some actor who is in with all the A-list celebrities and so she can get into all these cool events now.

This party was hosted by none other than Harry Styles, billionaire and CEO of StylesTech. He happened to be the one man on Earth who you absolutely despised. Well, maybe he wasn’t the only one.

Harry became a celebrity when he got put on the front cover of GQ’s magazine for sexiest man alive four times. That’s right… four.

Harry was friends with James, your best friends new boyfriend, and had said she could also invite a plus one. The more the merrier was what Leia had said over the phone.

Now you were here.

Some rooftop bar in the heights of London. The lighting was very low, the music was very loud and the room was completely packed.

There was a dance floor where people were grinding more than dancing. There was a bar, which apparently was a free-bar. There was panoramic views of the city and tiny people below, making you feel like a Goddess up here in the clouds.

“We’re going to get drinks, you coming?” Leia asked you, James tugging on her hand to move them through the crowd.

“Yeah.” You nodded and grabbed onto her open hand.

You weaved through the crowds, apologising for people you bumped into.

You felt slightly too single here. Everyone seemed to be clinging onto someone and yet you were clinging on to a couple - third-wheeling to be precise.

When you reached the bar Leia and James ordered together, leaving you wait for another waiter to come to help you.

You waited a few more moments, before someone whistled behind you like they were calling over a dog.

“Oi, Henry. Serve this lady now.”

You turned around with a disgusted look on your face, only to be met with Harry Styles in front of you. He smirked at you when he noticed your facial expression.

You scoffed and turned back to Henry. “Don’t worry yourself about me. You can finish whatever job you were doing, hun.” You smiled at the young boy, who looked terrified of his boss behind you.

“No, he won’t.” Harry came and stood beside you. “She’ll have a vodka cranberry with ice.”

“She has a fucking name. Prick.” You mumbled the last word under your breath. “Sorry, Henry. I’ll actually have a Long Island Ice Tea, please. Thank you.”

Henry was off, probably to get away from Harry and make your drink.

“Sure your tolerance can handle a Long Island?” Harry laughed beside you.

“Don’t act like you know me, Harry.” You sneered his name.

“Oh, but I do know you. Don’t I? Know you very, very, well.”

You huffed, trying to not let his words effect you.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Specifically, the night he was talking about. It had been one night back when you were working in a rival tech company. You had been issued to attend a conference weekend, there had been limited numbers of rooms and Harry - the gentleman at the time - had offered you a space in his room.

That night you had too many vodka cranberries and ended up sleeping with Harry that night - although not much literal sleeping actually happened.

The point of hatred for Harry occurred when he left in the morning after you’d confessed that you could see yourself liking him. You’d offered yourself to him for a date together and all he said was; ‘I don’t do seconds.’

Hence, the birth of the hatred for GQs sexiest man alive x4.

“That was one night, years ago. Wasn’t anything to remember.” You sneered.

You lied. It was actually one of the best nights of your life and no one has been as good since.

“Except it was. You didn’t scream that much because you were hating it.” Harry sipped on his glass of whiskey.

“You’re a fucking pig.” You grabbed your drink that Henry had given to you now. “Stay away from me, Harry.”

“Then why did you come to my party?”

“I’m here because of Leia, not you.”

You scoffed and walked off, leaving Harry leaning against the bar in his gorgeous suit to stare at you as you walked away.

The little black dress and heels would do wonders for the power walk away from him. He could see what he has been missing.

You saw Leia and James standing at a table and went over to join them.

“Hey.” You said on approach.

“Hey babes.” Leia smiled as James wrapped his arm around Leia’s waist.

“Cosmo?” You asked, pointing to Leia’s drink.

“You know it. And what the fuck did you get?”

“Long Island.”

“Do you even like them?” Leia laughed.

“No.”

“Then why—”

To prove a point. “Dunno.” You shrugged, taking a sip and feeling sick already from how disgusting the drink was.

“Oh hey man.” James unwrapped his arm around Leia to shake hands with someone. Unfortunately for you, it happened to be the one man you were trying to stay away from.

“Hey. How are you?” Harry asked as they bro hugged.

“Good, good yeah. This is my girlfriend, Leia.” James introduced her.

Leia smiled politely, shaking his hand, and you suddenly wished you’d told her that the story behind the ‘One-Night-Stand’ guy had been this guy. “Hello. Great party.”

“Thanks.”

“And this is Y/N, Leia’s best friend.” James introduced you, not realising that you didn’t need an introduction.

Harry stuck his hand out for you. If you didn’t shake it someone would know something is wrong, so you could your hand in Harry’s and tried to ignore the soft skin against yours. Instead, you tightly squeezed as if you were trying to strangle his hand.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

You just tightly smiled, not feeling like returning the sentiment.

“Have we met before? You look very… familiar.” Harry had the cheek to say to you. He was an evil man.

“No. You don’t really have a face that I’d remember.” You pulled your hand away from him in disgust.

“Oh really? I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.”

“It’s not.” You smiled, returning to your drink and trying not to gag with how awful it tasted.

“Uh, so, what are you drinking Harry?” Leia asked, clearly sensing some tension between you.

“Vodka cranberry.”

“Ah no way! That’s our Y/Ns favourite drink.” Leia smiled genuinely.

“How coincidental.” Harry faked a shocked face.

“Yeah. Truly.” You rolled your eyes.

“You two must be soulmates or something.”

“That would require two people going on an actual date.” You stabbed into the conversation.

“I guess..” Leia looked awkward now.

“Your capable of going on a date, aren’t you Harry?” You innocently questioned, turning to face him.

Harry’s nostrils flared and it looked like he was biting back from saying something brass. Instead of speaking, he shot back a good half of his drink.

“Lovely speaking to you, Leia. James, we’ll catch up in a bit.” Harry nodded his head to them both. You didn’t miss how he didn’t acknowledge you as he left the table in a hurry.

You breathed a sigh of relief after he’d gone.

“What the fuck was that about?” Leia asked you immediately.

“What?” You asked dumbly.

“You and Harry. The sexual tension was insane!”

James nodded his head in agreement.

“Don’t be silly.”

“Y/N… C’mon. I’ve seen a penis and a vagina have less sexual tension than you and Harry. Get a fucking room next time.” Leia fanned herself.

“I give up.” You shook your head and downed the rest of your disgusting drink.

“Where are you going?” James asked.

“To find a fourth wheel for me.”

•••••

Twelves minutes later and you’d managed to find someone to spend the rest of your night with.

His name was Jordan and he was very good company. Attractive company too.

You two were cornered away in the back of the room in a circular booth. A tray of shots lay empty in front of you and another tray contained full ones.

You were playing a drinking game to get to know each other and now you were absolutely spinning. Your head had taken a hit after the fifth shot and now you were nine deep and couldn’t stop yourself.

“M-my turn.” You laughed as you hiccuped.

“Okay.”

Jordan sat close to you, his arm wrapped around the back of the booth where you were sat. His eyes were deep brown and his hair was light blonde. He looked the complete opposite of Harry, which maybe was subconsciously a choice.

“Favourite sex position?” You giggled immaturely.

“Hmm. Doggy. I actually hate seeing a girls face when we’re fucking.” He replied and you had to take a shot because he answered honestly.

That should’ve been your first red flag about Jordan.

You just laughed instead.

“My turn. Have you ever masturbated?”

“Alllll the time. No guy does it for me anymore.” You laughed sadly.

Jordan took his shot and then moved in closer towards you. You tilted your head so he could speak into your ear.

“I could fix that problem for you.”

Your eyes bugged at his forwardness.

“No thanks.” You shook your head and laughed to try and keep it civil.

“Oh c’mon. You’ve been flirting with me all night and you know it.” His hand dropped onto your shoulders and pulled himself closer. His other hand dropped onto your bare thigh and started rubbing up and down on your soft skin.

“No I haven’t!” You laughed the situation off.

“You have. And I bet you’re all excited ‘cause of it.”

He started moving his hand further up your leg. Due to your toxic alcohol intake your reaction times were a little slower, but when his hand had made it underneath your dress-skirt you gasped and tried to tug his hand away.

“No. Please stop.” You said softly, whining as he tried to push his hand higher.

His face came closer again and he started to kiss your cheek. You tried to move your face away but his other hand was there to trap you and keep you close.

You started to worry because of how dark it was and how hidden away you were. Everyone was busy dancing and drinking away and none the wiser about the situation you were in.

“Give in, you tease.” His hot breath felt disgusting against your skin.

“I said no. Please.”

You struggled to push him off. Both your hands were focusing on his hand on your leg that you couldn’t do much to get his face away from yours.

“You’ve been teasing me all night and now we get to play.” He laughed.

Tears formed in your eyes as you kept pushing and pushing and pushing. You kept saying no over and over again, but Jordan was just not listening.

He felt disgusting on you and it made you feel just as disgusting.

Jordan just kept laughing whilst you were crying.

An employee caught your eye - in fact, it was Henry. You thought he might’ve come over to you and help, since he could clearly see you crying and struggling with Jordan on you, but instead he turned and walked away.

You sobbed then, thinking that might’ve been your only chance to get help and he just left.

You wondered whether it was because Harry was a dick to him.

You closed your eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts as Jordan started attacking your neck.

You tried to think of Harry. It wasn’t hard.

He was constantly on your mind.

“You taste so good. Stop denying me all of you.” Jordan bit your neck too harshly to be pleasurable.

“Jordan, no!” You shoved with all your strength and managed to completely get him off. You were pissed now. Your mascara may have run, your eyes red and blotchy, your breath shaky, but that was all he was getting from you.

“No?” Jordan scoffed. “NO?”

Jordan grabbed your cheeks and pulled you towards him.

“Ow.” You mumbled through his harsh grip.

“Listen here you little bi—”

“The fuck is going on here?”

Jordan dropped your face and straightened his jacket, whilst you turned your head to find who you already knew was there; Harry.

His voice had sent a wave of calmness through your body the second he started speaking. Now he was standing there with a deathly look on his face you couldn’t help but feel relief.

And you noticed Henry standing behind him, looking just as angry.

“Hi boss. Just having fun.” Jordan responded.

Harry looked between Jordan and you. Jordan looked dazed and content, whilst you looked broken and scared.

“Are you okay?” Harry looked intensely at you.

“She’s fi—”

“I wasn’t fucking speaking to you, was I?” Harry rhetorically asked. “Y/N, come here, love.”

Harry held out his hand, palm facing up.

You made no hesitation as you weakly moved away from Jordan and towards Harry.

Harry helped you stand up and kept a tight hold on your hand. It grounded you, his touch.

“Can I touch you? Just on your face?” Harry asked you softly and you nodded.

Harry cautiously held your chin and moved your head to the side, noticing the red mark and blood on your neck. He hadn’t taken note of your legs yet, but he would come to find red marks on them too.

Your teary eyes were wiped by Harry’s careful thumb. You looked down at his shoes the entire time, too afraid to look at him. You knew you’d crumble if you did.

“Are you okay?” He asked you again.

“No.” You said softly, shaking your head. “I-I was really scared, Harry.” Your voice broke and Harry immediately cupped the back of your head and brought you into his chest. You collapsed there and Harry’s hands held you up strong.

“You’re okay now. I’m here, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Harry said, whilst nodding his head discreetly to the two security men.

They came over within seconds and yanked Jordan out of the booth. His protests were no match for the security guys. As he was being escorted out, Harry stopped him to say “See you in court.”

After Harry had thanked Henry with a nod and smile, he walked the small distance over to the same booth and sat down on the edge of it, pulling you to sit on his lap.

Your body was still wracking with sobs, but only because the adrenaline of the situation had been too much for you.

Now you knew you were safe, it was too much.

Harry made you feel safe.

He rocked you as he held you. It was too loud to have a quiet, serious, conversation, but his actions spoke loud anyways. I’m here. You’re safe. It’s okay now.

You heard Harry shout to someone for a glass of cold water, which was brought back to you within a minute.

"Here, sunshine, drink this." Harry spoke closely to you so you could hear.

He held the glass up to your lips and tipped it back slowly for you. Your hands were too shaky to hold onto it yourself, but you managed to drink carefully with the help of Harry.

He even knew when you'd had enough.

Harry's hand cupped the side of your head and brought you to rest back onto his chest. His head stayed rested on top of yours and you both just sat like that for ten minutes or so. It was hard to know exactly how long.

You just sat and thought about everything that had happened tonight and everything that could have happened. Mixed with that, your brain was constantly thinking about Harry and how much, no matter how hard you try otherwise, you like him.

Your heart feels constantly pulled towards him. He's like a beacon in the middle of a storm, safely guiding you towards home.

Just as those thoughts were circling your mind, Harry made his move.

He told you he was going to stand up, so you let yourself slide off his legs onto your own shaky ones. You thought he might be leaving you to go back and mingle with the other guests, so you stood shy to the side.

Harry leaned over to Henry and whispered something in his ear to which Henry nodded.

Before you could make plans as to what you were going to do now, Harry held out his hand to you again - giving you a choice to take it or not. Of course, you took it.

He squeezed your hand in reassurance and then lead you off and out of the room.

You two made no conversation as you wandered out of the noisy room and into a quiet staircase. Harry started walking up the stairs, so you followed him.

It was another two minutes before you made it to the top of the stairs and through a door that led to a rooftop. It was only very small. It overlooked the city skyline, with hundreds of twinkling lights casting shadows over the small space.

There were twinkling fairy lights too, up here. They were knotted around various creeping wall plants like ivy. In the corner of the square space there was a big L-shaped sofa with plenty of cushions and throws.

Harry turned back to smile at you, leading you to the sofa.

He sat down and let go of your hand, allowing you to choose where to sit.

You took one last glance at the skyline and up to the moon, before deciding.

"Wanna sit next to you." You said in a small voice.

"Okay." Harry smiled perfectly.

He shuffled back into the corner of the L-shaped sofa, sitting up and letting his legs stretch out on the chair in front of him. He patted his lap next with a smile. You shuffled over to him and sat on his lap, perpendicular to the way he was sitting so your legs stretched out along the other length of the chair.

"Comfortable?" He asked.

"Mhm."

Harry wasn't too sure though, and next thing you knew he was gathering a couple of blankets to throw over your legs and shoulders.

"Better. Thank you." You nodded.

"You're welcome."

"It's beautiful up here."

"I guess it is."

"Is it all yours?" You questioned.

"What? Everything up here?"

You nodded. Harry then took your hands in his and started to play with the few rings you had on.

"No. Not everything is mine."

You looked up at him and into his eyes, noticing he was looking straight back at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you thought about the implications to his words. You couldn't help but let a blush and smile take over your face. If he was implying what you thought he was then maybe you were in with a chance of Harry liking you back.

"What do you want to have? You're a billionaire. You could have anything you want." You asked, curiously.

"No even a billionaire can buy everything." He smiled sadly.

"Well, what do you wish you could buy even though you can't?"

Harry chuckled under his breath, "Redemption. A second chance. Love."

You tilted your head back against the sofa, your head feeling less and less drunk by the minute. You sighed, looking at the beautiful moon and wondering how lonely she must be up there.

Loneliness is something you've suffered with for far too long.

You wanted to find that connection with that someone who makes you feel wanted, feel loved and feel chosen. You craved it.

You chuckled.

"What?" Harry asked, softly caressing over the back of your hand.

"It's just funny, is all."

"What is?"

"Us, wanting the same thing. Wonder if we want it from the same people." You tilted your head to the side to face Harry, watching him lick his lips as he looked at yours not-so-subtly.

"You already know we do." Harry said quietly, leaning in towards you.

Your breath hitched as he got closer, your heart beating faster than your brain was processing the motions. You knew you wanted to kiss Harry as badly as he wanted to kiss you, but not like this. Not yet, at least.

"Harry, wait..." You said, watching him stop immediately.

"Fuck. Shitting, fuck. Sorry, Y/N. That was completely inappropriate of me. I mean.. After... Tonight and us... and...."

Harry shot back to his original position and ran a stressed hand over his face as he tried to work through his thoughts.

You smiled as you watched him panic, before taking his stressed hands in yours and kissing the back of it softly - right over that small triage of freckles you knew sat pretty there.

"Hey. It's okay." You reassured him. "I'm not stopping you because of what happened this evening. I'm stopping you because I feel I deserve to know why I wasn't enough the first time around."

This was you standing up for yourself.

"Weren't enou-.. Y/N, love. God, I was such a dick. I never, ever, left you because I thought you weren't enough. I left because I didn't think I was. I was a nobody back then. I looked at you and saw someone who could literally be the epitome of sunshine, and then I looked at me and all I saw was a dark cloud that would cover you. I never thought someone as bright, as happy and as golden as you should ever have to be with someone like me. Hell, it's still a thought that niggles away at the back of my mind. But, I've learnt that I can't let those thoughts win. I owe it you myself, and definitely to you, to at least try."

"Well that was as good as apologies get." You sniffled, trying to hold back the happy tears.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, for our wasted years. I... I just wasn't ready for us back then and I know I was a prick about it."

"You were. A right big prick."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows and you had to fake punch him for it.

"I'm sorry." He said honestly. "And I'm sorry for tonight too."

"That wasn't your fault, okay? I promise." You squeezed his hand.

"Okay. I'm still suing that motherfucker though."

"You're a billionaire already!"

"So? I was going to donate the money to a sexual assault charity or something." He shrugged his shoulders like what he just said was no big deal - like he hadn't just shown his truest heart.

"You're a good person, Harry, who deserves good things." You moved closer to him.

"I am?"

"Mhm."

"Do these 'good things' include you?"

"I don't know. Do you think I'm a good thing?" You teased him.

Harry leaned in closer. "No. I think you're the best."

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 7 months

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Spells of Fate

Summary: Y/N keeps having mysterious dizzy spells and Harry can't help but be increasingly worried

Based on this ask :)

Warnings: fluff, protective H

Word Count: 1.2k

The first time it happens, it catches Y/N off guard.

“H… babe can you slow down? I just need a minute.” Y/N breathes heavily, steading herself on a nearby bench as Harry quickly jogs back to her.

“Love, you alright? You’re looking pretty pale.” He presses a cool palm against her forehead and notes how clammy she is, despite only having been jogging for a few minutes.

“I don’t… I’m just feeling really dizzy. I think I need to sit down.”

“Ok, ok, I’ve got you. Have some water; Let’s rest for a bit and then we can start walking home. Good thing we didn’t make it far hey?” He jokes, attempting to pull a smile from his girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry bubs, I know you wanted to run today. I’ll be ok, go on without me and I’ll meet you at home.” Y/N smiles weakly at him, urging him to keep going. Harry looks at her like she’s grown three heads.

“Not a chance, are you crazy? I’d never leave you, especially when you’re not feeling well. Can I take you to the hospital? Do I need to do something?”

Y/N almost giggles at the sight of her boyfriend so anxious. He’s running his fingers through his hair, his hands twitching nervously as though he’s itching to do something.

Come on, up. Do you need me to carry you or are you alright to walk?”

Y/N rolls her eyes at his overprotective nature.

“You really would carry me if I asked wouldn’t you.”

“Absolutely.”

The second time, Y/N can feel it coming on.

This time she’s able to hide it better. Or so she thinks.

It’s been a few days since the first incident and Harry’s about to go on stage. She’s laughing and chatting to Sarah when the wave of lightheadedness rushes through her again. Y/N grips onto the couch as subtly as she can, excusing herself quickly to grab some water. She thinks she’s managed to go unnoticed but it’s only a few moments later that Harry is by her side.

“Y/N, my love. What’s the matter?”

“Harry you have a show to get to.”

“Not important darling, need to make sure you’re ok. You dizzy again?”

Y/N just nods, letting herself sink into Harry’s embrace.

“I want you to stay back here tonight and look after yourself ok. Don’t come out for the show, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Harry of course I’m coming out for the show. Now you need to go, and I’ll be right behind you. Just need some more water and I’ll be good.”

“Y/N.” Harry looks at her sternly. He’s worried. She knows he is, but Y/N is determined to not let whatever is going on with her ruin his show.

“Harry. Love. I’m ok. Go on.” She presses a soft kiss to his lips, pushing him gently out the door of the bathroom. He grumbles as he goes, muttering something about how stubborn she is because he “just wants to take care of her.”

The third time is the worst one.

She’s in the friends and family section, dancing around with Anne, screaming the lyrics to Daylight with Gemma. Y/N doesn’t feel completely better but she’s ignoring it to have fun. Harry is on edge tonight and she can feel it by the way he keeps glancing over to her in concern.

“I’m fine!” She mouths, offering him a thumbs up. He scans her face for any sign of distress before nodding and blowing a kiss, moving to the other side of the stage. The concert is loud, and Y/N can feel herself getting warmer.

Harry is doing his speech before Matilda and suddenly there are little dark spots in her vision. She can faintly hear Anne calling her name before everything fades to black and she falls to the ground.

Harry watches her faint from his view on the stage and his heart sinks. He’s about to stop the show and rush into the crowd to check on Y/N, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Jeff organising a stretcher to move her backstage.

“Stay on stage H. We’ll take care of her I promise. Finish the show.” Harry hears through his earpiece.

So he does, not wanting to disappoint the fans who’ve travelled so far to watch him play. It’s the longest 25 minutes of his life, finishing Kiwi with a half hearted whale before absolutely legging it backstage.

“Where is she? Where’s my girlfriend? I need to know where she is.” He’s tense and on edge as he searches the rooms backstage, finding Y/N and his mum in a room adjacent to his dressing room. Anne sends a comforting smile to her son before leaving to give the couple some privacy.

Y/N slowly regains consciousness, her head throbbing and her body aching. She blinks, trying to make sense of her surroundings. It takes a moment for the blurred shapes and colors to sharpen into focus.

"Y/N, you're awake," a comforting voice says, and she turns her head to see Harry sitting beside her, his worried eyes locked onto her.

"What happened?" Y/N croaks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You fainted during the show," Harry replies, his voice laced with concern. "They brought you back here.”

Y/N tries to sit up but immediately regrets it as dizziness washes over her. Harry gently pushes her back down.

"Easy there, love," he says softly. "We called a doctor. They're on their way.”

Y/N nods weakly, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe she let this happen again, especially during one of Harry's concerts.

"I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her eyes filling with tears.

Harry leans closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Hey, don't be sorry. This isn't your fault. We'll figure out what's going on.”

As they wait for the doctor, Harry keeps a protective arm around Y/N, soothing her with gentle words and reassuring touches. When the doctor arrives and begins to examine her, Harry never leaves her side.

“Well Miss Y/L/N, the mysterious cause of the fainting spells has been solved. You’re pregnant. Only about 8 weeks along but that would be the cause of the dizziness. Congratulations you two.”

Harry is silent and Y/N takes this as a bad sign. She’s consumed by her own shock but Harry’s reaction has her frightened.

“Harry,” she starts weakly, “I know this isn’t what we planned and I totally understand if-”

Harry holds her face in her hands cutting her off.

"Darling, we're going to have a baby," he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

“You… you’re ok with this?”

“Of course I’m ok with this. I mean I didn’t expect it to be this soon but I can’t wait to have a family with you my love. Fuck. I’m going to be a dad.” His voice is filled with excitement and slight nervousness and Y/N’s eyes fill with happy tears.

Harry can't help but press a loving kiss to Y/N's forehead, his voice filled with affection as he murmurs, "You're going to be an amazing mum.”

Y/N looks up at him with teary eyes, her heart overflowing with love. "And you're going to be the best dad.”

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beets-and-hottea · 10 months

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I love potatoes but I would never stick them up my ass, But can some of y’all say the same…

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harrysonlylover · 4 months

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Blazers & Cravings*

Summary:Some moments of spice and fluff during Y/n’s pregnancy featuring Harry’s infatuation.

Trope: CEO!H

Wc: 3.5k

Warnings: Cravings, smut, lactation kink, feral and primal harry, overstimulation, crying from pleasure, pregnancy talk.

A/n: I reckon she’s around 5 months pregnant here <3 also please don’t read if you dislike lactation kinks.

CEO H MASTERLIST

Every single moment in Y/n’s pregnancy was valuable to Harry. He needed to be present during the highs and lows, it was his duty.

He would never refuse her a request—not only is she bearing his child, but she’s also his lover.

Creating a small version of themselves in her womb for 9 exhausting months isn’t as smooth—not one bit but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to make it easier for her.

Harry knew that he was lovestruck but he never imagined that it would keep on growing.

How can he be so in love? How can his heart expand this much?

He watches her brushing her hair, rubbing cream on her bump, laying on her side with a protective hand on her belly and he falls in love all over again.

He observes the antics that she developed after pregnancy—pouting her lips and rubbing her belly when she’s hungry, scrunching her nose when a smell doesn’t appeal to her, sniffling softly when she buys a new onesie. And of course, his heart explodes a million times.

He had seen how other men treat their partners and fought the urge to punch them. He didn’t understand how men could mistreat the woman they “love”. They weren’t men in his opinion.

Y/n was his everything.

His lover, the mother of his child, his partner, his savior, his guardian angel, his fiancée…

Their wedding had to be postponed since peanut was on the way, and Harry was completely okay with that. But when he remembered that he couldn’t call her his wife, his entire day would be ruined.

Eventually, he bought her a new Cartier ring and asked her to wear it on her left hand. An indication of being wed. She didn’t object at all since they were technically married.

Harry was itching to see a wedding ring on her finger, it was just a replacement so he could delight in knowing that everyone would see that she was taken.

But when the time comes, and the wedding happens—he’ll buy her another ring.

It was as if a weight was moved off his chest when she placed the ring on—but he didn’t expect that it would open Pandora’s box for him.

He loved that they were engaged, he really did. But once his eyes were set on the sight of her left hand resting on her bump, he was gone for.

Y/n was completely his.

The other sights that made him dizzy were during sex. They already fucked like rabbits but pregnant Y/n was on a whole other level.

He was about to fuck her a few nights ago when he noticed her ring that she didn’t take off once. Ideally, he didn’t miss the chance of making her finger herself as he stared at her arousal and wedding ring.

It took him a while to register that he can’t fuck her every time he spotted her ring, or that not all men get this urge.

She had been feeling grumpy lately, snapping at anything around her and giving Harry a hard time. He didn’t reply back or get angry, he believed that she had every right to act this way.

To deal with that, he had lots of solutions. But recently, he decided to book them a table at a new restaurant that opened downtown.

He disliked going to the company when he could just work from home. But some procedures require his presence, and he had to part from Y/n after muttering curses under his breath.

He drove home eagerly with a smile planted on his face as he set foot inside their house. Y/n was getting ready just when he arrived, but she was antsy again.

“Love, what happened?” He walked slowly, loosening his tie as he spoke.

She was seated on their bed, still in her robe with her arms crossed over her bump. He held himself back from laughing because she wasn’t even close to anger—not with how cute she looked.

“I don’t have anything to wear!” She huffed in annoyance.

Harry glanced behind him to the little corner leading to another room that held their shared closets filled with her designer clothes.

“I’m sure you don’t baby. What can I do?” He kneeled in front of her and grabbed her hand for a quick kiss on her knuckles.

“The clothes are tight on my bump. I want to be comfy.” She whispered with a pout on her face.

“What about the new dress I got you?”

“I don’t want to wear a dress.” She shrugged her shoulders while caressing her bump.

“Alright, come with me.” He helped her get off the bed and wrapped a protective arm around her body.

He stood in front of his closet and scanned it with his eyes, before grabbing a blazer and giving it to Y/n.

“Here, try this on.” The blazer was oversized on her body and wrapped around her bump perfectly.

Harry’s size was significantly different than Y/n’s so when she wore the blazer, it reached just above her knee. It was a black Gucci blazer and had her looking like a real trophy wife.

“Pleased now baby?” He led her to the mirror and kissed her temple.

There was something so attractive about wearing Harry’s clothes. Deep down, they both got turned on by that, but especially Harry.

He placed his hand on her bump that was covered with his blazer, as he admired her body through the mirror.

“Hmm, this can work.” She tipped her head backward to meet his face, catching his lips in a kiss.

His grumpy baby was happy again and that was all he wanted.

“Let me get you a mini shorts to wear under.” He quickly fetched it and went down on his knees to help her wear it so that she didn’t have to bend down.

“Heels?”

“I want to but what if it hurts my feet?”

“We won’t walk. And if it hurts then you’ll take them off and I’ll carry you.”

The heels weren’t extremely bad, she was able to walk in them properly. Harry carried her bridal style from the door to the car since he had a Range Rover that was hard to climb into.

He played songs from a playlist that she made, and held her left hand, leaving kisses on her knuckles and engagement ring.

The restaurant wasn’t that far, it was barely a ten minute drive filled with cheek kisses and rubbing Y/n’s hand.

The interior design of the restaurant was quite luxurious, just what he fancied. As a CEO, he received loads of invitations from restaurants with Michelin stars, just so that they could say that Harry Styles dined in.

Y/n went through the menu a billion times and still couldn’t pick something. Her cravings were merciless.

“Harry, my cravings are so bad.” She groaned and leaned her body against him. They never sat facing each other.

“What do you have in mind, honey? Italian? Chinese? Middle eastern? Seafood?” He browsed the menu with her.

“I can’t choose!” She set down the menu from frustration.

He rubbed her shoulders and signaled for the waiter before giving him the menus back and ordering.

“I want everything on the menu please.”

Harry did anything he could to please her.

When the food arrived, Y/n forgot that Harry existed and focused on taming her cravings. Old Wives’ tales say that if a woman craves sweets then she’s pregnant with a girl; if she craves salty foods then it’s a boy.

At this point—Y/n knew nothing. She ate every single thing from both categories. Chinese fried rice, Italian Pizza, Hamburger, San Sebastian cake, Tacos, Crêpes, French Beef.

Not only were her cravings intense but she also got more hungry than usual, no matter how much she ate. She also didn’t care about the looks she got at the restaurant. She was a pregnant woman and eating on behalf of two human beings or more.

Besides, as if Harry would allow anyone to stare in a wrong way.

“What do you want me to put on your plate baby?” He wiped her mouth with a napkin, paying more attention to her food intake than his.

“Maybe the dumplings?” She answered as she chewed on spicy pickles.

Harry hummed approvingly, pouring the food into her plate with his other hand rubbing back.

“Why aren’t you eating?” She looked at him with a full mouth, and sauce coating the corners of her mouth lips.

“Don’t worry about me, baby.” He chuckled, grabbing the napkin again and moving his hand to rest on her bump.

He would give her and their child the world. They only need to ask.

Harry doesn’t usually leave his phone away from him.

But he did this time, and boy did he regret it. He had an important meeting with a business partner who arrived early at the company. They sat in Harry’s office,drank coffee, and moved to the meeting room once the other members arrived.

Due to the rush, Harry forgot all about his phone and didn’t realize it until he walked into his office again and saw 3 missed calls from Y/n.

He nearly fucking fainted on the spot.

She rarely called him, she preferred texting which meant that something was wrong with her. He muttered curses under his breath as his hands shakily dialled her number.

He grabbed his car keys and was running out of his office just as she picked up her phone.

“Hello.”

“Y/n?! Baby fuck wha—are you okay?” His blood pressure definitely wasn’t stable.

“I am. Why?” She answered calmly which relieved him but also confused him.

“What do you mean? You called me three times.” He let out a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

“Well yeah, this is all because of you.” She sighed heavily.

“What are you talking about?”

“This! You stuck your cock inside, knocked me up and now I’m like a woman in heat 24/7.” She shouted as if she was genuinely annoyed.

“Yeah? And what do you want me to do?” He asked in a deep tone.

“I don’t care what you have. Come home and fuck your baby mama.” She threatened and ended the call.

Harry stormed through the front door of his house, he threw his phone and keys somewhere on the sofa and headed toward the bedroom.

As expected, Y/n was lying on the bed with only his shirt covering her upper body.

“Took you long enough.” She rolled her eyes and spread her legs instantly. She had no panties on and her pussy was glistening with wetness.

Everything she did made him go nuts. The way she surrendered her body to him at any given time.

“Spreading your legs for your husband already?” That was the first time he referred to himself as her “husband”.

“This is your doing.” She brought her left hand to her pussy and rubbed her vulva with her fingers, making sure to show it off to him.

He walked slowly as his eyes watched her intensely and took his clothes off. Harry was rich enough to buy her a ring that was more shiny than her wet pussy.

“I work hard all day and you made me return home because you’re cock obsessed?” He climbed on their bed and towered over her. The moment these words left his lips—she knew that she’d be ruined when they were done.

“Fuck me, please.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes, as if it physically pained her to not have him inside her.

“Is that what you want? Hmm?” He unzipped his pants and took off his boxers. His cock was hard simply from knowing that his pregnant wife can’t stay without his cock for long. It stood against his stomach, with a swollen tip and veins that scratched the itch in her pussy.

She looked at his cock like it was her meal. He moved his body closer to her and placed his hands on her legs, spreading them even wider.

“Eyes up here cockslut.” He raised her chin with his finger before inserting it inside her mouth.

He had been sweet with her for a while but now? He brought “Daddy” out to play.

Every passing second without Harry’s cock inside her was miserable. The feeling of being empty had her core aching.

“I missed you.” She whispered softly.

“Didn’t I fuck you nice and sweet this morning? Hmm mama, tell me.” He pressed a soft peck to her lips.

“Yeah you did but—“

“So you know you’re greedy.” He tsked, moving away from her face and focusing on her shiny cunt.

“Let’s see if my load is still here, or if your pussy is greedy just like you and swallowed it up.” He plunged two fingers inside without a warning making her grip the sheets. His rings were still on and cold compared to her extremely warm walls.

“Hmm just as I expected. Completely snug inside. Can’t help taking my load.” His fingers were slowly massaging her walls as she squirmed beneath him.

She felt tears welling in her eyes at the feeling, her hormones weren’t helping and she just needed to be fucked.

“Not so surprised though. That’s exactly how I knocked you up.” He adored reminding her that he owned her—that she was bearing his child, that she was such a good wife and took his seed.

He didn’t even need to move his fingers inside her pussy. They slid in perfectly from her arousal and his cum. Her clenches pulled his fingers in a desperate manner.

“What a slutty cunt. Pulling anything that enters it inside.” He moved his pointer and middle finger inside her warm walls while his thumb teased her swollen clitoris. It had her arching her back and holding on to his biceps.

“Give me your cock—please.” Her begging was so erotic to him. His pupils dilated just from looking at her and seeing her so helpless, that only his cock can fix it.

“I already gave it to you this morning, how many times do you need it a day?” He teased as he continued pleasing her with his fingers. His eyes fell on her covered upper using his shirt and immediately reached out to raise it.

“M—many times.” She struggled to let out coherent words, overwhelmed by hormones.

Harry had to take a deep breath to balance himself, he did so many times because of her beauty but this time? His primal instincts couldn’t handle the sight of her—so raw and tender, just for him.

Messy hair strands spread across her flushed cheeks as she rested on her back, her legs open for him with a protruding bump. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers, dripping like a honey waterfall down to the sheets. The heat that radiated off her pussy was so lustful, warming up his entire body.

And of course, her breasts. Full and swollen with milk, bigger areoles begging him to take a taste. He had done so before when she whined and whined about how heavy and full it felt.

How could he deny her relief?

“Look at my baby, admitting that she’s a cockslut so proudly.” He tore his hand away from her pussy, causing wet squelching sounds to fill the room from how wet she was, followed by her whimpers.

He brought the same hand—filled with her wetness to her breast, holding it so tenderly in his hand and tainting it with the arousal.

Harry’s hand was big, perfect for holding both of her hands or using it as a necklace for her pretty neck—and still, it could barely cup one of her breasts.

Once he squeezed her hard nipple, tears began coating her cheeks. Her cunt was clenching around nothing—needing to be filled.

“Oh poor baby, need me to empty these breasts? Hmm?” He kissed her tears and moved the hair strands away from her face.

“Uh—yes.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, needing some sort of friction or warmth. Anything to soothe the ache in her core.

Harry closed his mouth around her sore nipple and suckled. It brought her a huge relief that he delighted in. Of course, she can use pumps to sort it out but not while he’s present.

“My perfect wife, gonna feed our children with these gorgeous breasts?” He hummed, clearly enjoyed her lactating tits. She didn’t know whether she was rolling her eyes at the sensation, or his usage of words. Children. The thought of him knocking her up over and over again has her grinding against him.

She laced her fingers in his hair, urging him to continue sucking. It didn’t take her long to begin dripping and he took every single drop inside his mouth.

“Perfect body… providing for our baby.” He never stops praising her, even during sex. His chin was covered in her milk as he aggressively suckled on both breasts.

He was a starved man—feral for the woman he knocked up.

Her entire body was on fire, his cock was poking her thigh and she couldn’t help but grind herself on him for friction. Her breaths were labored, and her mind hazy from the overstimulation to her breasts.

He was addicted to her taste, sometimes he spent his entire afternoon with his head under her shirt, suckling and relieving her from the heaviness.

“So full and heavy baby.” He moaned audibly when the milk flowed heavily down her chest. She withered beneath him, surrendering herself to his touch completely.

“Too m—much.” The overstimulation had her crying even more as she pulled his mouth away from her nipple.

His face was flushed with rosy lips from being overworked with suckling. His pupils were dilated and his mouth was open in awe as he breathed heavily.

He licked the remaining milk of his lips and kissed her deeply as their tongues clashed. His thumb wiped her tears away before he whispered in her ear.

“Does this cunt need its Baby Daddy’s cock? Hmm?” He brought his hand down to her pussy and slapped it lightly making her body jerk forward.

“Please. It hurts so bad.” She mumbled, roaming her hands all over his body.

He wasted no time in lining himself up with her entrance and thrusting inside. He didn’t even need to push—her cunt was so wet that it slid in perfectly like it was molded for his cock.

“Fucks sake.” He groaned, taking in the feeling of her velvety walls clenching heavily against his thick length.

The sight of relief washing over her face was like a movie scene in his mind. Let alone the milk slowly dripping down her chest.

“Like a proper cat in heat, eh?” He pulled away only to thrust in harder. Her mind was blank, nothing but the idea of Harry’s cock fucking her cunt and using it.

“Just needed me to stick my cock in. Legs open to show me your slutty pussy.” Her whines were music to his ears. They filled the room along with the wet squelching sounds from her wetness that already coated his pelvis.

He didn’t mind that her bump was in the way—he towered over her as much as he could while drilling into her hot pussy. The warmth of it was unbelievable—it made him flushed and sweaty. Her pussy was so fucking warm.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum for me.” She smiled at him feeling so lost in pleasure. He was hitting her spot as usual, the veins along his cock and its thickness had her rolling her eyes and mumbling “Daddy” now and then.

He wanted to correct her and say “Baby Daddy” but he doubted that her cock obsessed brain was focused.

“I—Cu—.” Her hormones weren’t gentle with her, she could do nothing but take his cock.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Cum for me.” He slowed down, giving her deep strokes as he kissed her temple.

Their bodies had a secret language formed by them. They came at the same time, making electric sparks go through their bodies. Sex was something sacred for them—the aftermath of cumming was always the best. Seeing her pink face sighing in ecstasy, knowing that he pleasured her.

His load leaked out and dripped down her thigh, despite him being inside her.

“Open your eyes for me, pretty girl.” She did as he asked, making him smile upon seeing her pretty irises.

“Did such a good job for me.” He kissed her cheeks, eyes, lips, nose, and temple. Her smiles were all that he needed.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“Me more my darling.” He whispered back.

He stayed inside of her for a while, allowing her to relish the feeling of being full with his cum. Eventually, he had to dismiss her whines and carry her to the bathtub that he filled with hot water and lavender-scented bath bombs.

She sat inside with her back to his chest as he rested his hand on her bump.

“Do you think I’m pregnant with a boy or a girl?” She turned her head to him.

“Do you want to find out?”

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Summary: An extra for One for the Money*

The one where you have to use your safeword with Mr. Styles and you worry it'll ruin everything.

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(TW: Panic attack and mentions of panic attacks)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Just like that…shit, just like that, Peach. So fucking good. Can feel you, honey. Fucking feel you—”

Mr. Styles’ hand intertwines with yours before he brings them both to your stomach. Pressing your palm taut to the flesh until you can feel the subtle bulge from his cock. Thrusting into you so deep, your eyes roll all the way back into your head.

He’s been at it for hours. Showing off for the camera, allowing them to see him at his most powerful. And you at your most vulnerable.

You’re used to it by now. More than used to it, and on any given day, you thrive off it. You indulge in his prowess, his intentions. More than willing to be flaunted in front of the large audience of onlookers as he takes you anyway he wants you.

So you’re not sure why today feels different. Why the weight on your chest is heavier than it usually is. Why his hands – while always kind, always comforting – feel like tools in a game of your misery.

You don’t want to stop him. Don’t want to scare him or upset him. You know the moment you utter the words, the dynamic will shift instantaneously. And perhaps that’s what you want, but the repercussions might be more than you’re prepared to handle.

Yet the thought doesn’t leave you as he lowers his fingers toward your clit to pinch and tweak your next orgasm out of you. But you’re already far too sensitive, far too gone in the stimulation and the pain to enjoy it.

Instead, you try to focus on the little red light that blinks from the camera, try to imagine how pleased the audience will be to see this. How all of this will be worth it. It has to be worth it.

“Feels good, honey, doesn’t it?” he groans, now pushing your knee into your chest until you’re whimpering. “My pretty pussy takes me so well, doesn’t she? Let’s me fuck her exactly the way I want. Till she’s fucking crying.”

You nod weakly and the sight of your wet eyes makes his cock twitch as he drives himself in at a quicker pace.

And suddenly, you can’t breathe. Can’t slow the racing of your pulse or ignore the ringing in your ears. It’s everywhere, this pain. Your vision of him has gone blurry and your poor pussy feels swollen and abused.

But you tell yourself it’ll be fine. That you just need to catch your breath. You just need a second, and it’ll be okay.

Because you don’t want to say it. You’ve never had to say it before, and you don’t exactly want to start now. And you aren’t sure why, you know he’d be more than understanding. But this is silly, you feel silly. Because you’re fine. You just need a second. And it'll pass.

It will pass.

But it doesn’t pass, and you don’t feel in control of your own body anymore. Which is normally the point, but not today. Today you need to feel grounded, to feel some semblance of power over the anguish. And he’s so good, and so kind, and you can’t say it. You can’t do this to him, can’t do this to yourself, and if you can just catch your breath, it’ll be okay.

Because he feels good, he really does. And you’re making him feel good, and you don’t want to take that from him. Because then he won’t get to cum, and he’ll be upset, and he’ll never treat you the same. He’ll always remember that you were too weak to take it.

So you’ll take it, you will. You’ll be his good girl, his good little slut, and you’ll make him proud.

You will.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you repeat this mantra. As you command yourself to like the pain. Because you do. You have to. You can’t say it. You can’t, so you won’t, and you won’t do this, and you won’t ruin it, and it’s fine, and everything is fine—

“Wait,” you whisper, hands tugging on the sweaty curls at your disposal. Hard enough to capture his attention. “Wait, hold on, hold…yellow.”

Just like that…it all stops. He stills, instantly. No more thrusts into your cunt, no more pinching or pulling on your clit, no more kisses to your neck. It all stops in the blink of an eye, and you hear him inhale a quick breath as his body freezes above yours.

Seconds pass. Quiet and filled with a charged, tense energy that’s so eerie, you can almost hear your heart thumping in your chest.

Then, he murmurs, “Okay. Okay, m’waiting.”

Your lashes flutter shut as a wince stretches across your expression. He doesn’t sound upset, but maybe he is. And you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, can sense how hard he’s trying to hold himself back, how difficult this must be for him to stop like this.

And you realize now that you’ve ruined it, and he’s gonna be pissed, and he’s going to end things, and he’s never gonna fuck you again—

“Peach,” he says softly, face still nuzzled against your shoulder. “Talk to me, what do you need? What would you like me to do?”

You don’t trust your voice. Can feel the influx of tears racing up the back of your throat as you squeeze his hair harder and shake your head.

But this isn’t an answer he accepts, his fingers gently tugging on your waist. “Peach, I need to hear you. I need to know what to do—”

“Nothing,” you exhale, the words getting lost in his cheek as you hold on for dear life. “Nothing, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I just need one second. One second and you can go, okay? I promise, I’m sorry—”

“Peach.” It’s not angry but it’s fervent. Determined. “Don’t…shit. Don’t you dare fucking apologize right now, just tell me…tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to pull out? Or do you want me to stay still?”

And you want to answer, but you can’t. Because there’s too much happening in your head right now. In your heart. It’s going faster than you think it ever has, and your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse, and you want to cry—God, you want to cry. Can already feel the tears slipping down your face, fast and without mercy.

Because he’s so good, and so wonderful, and so kind, and you don’t deserve him. Especially after making him stop, and why did you make him stop, why did you do this, why can’t you just get over it—

“Hey, hey.” His head lifts, eyes finding yours as his hand comes up to cup your jaw. As delicately as he can without startling you. “Okay, it’s all right. You’re okay, Peach.”

His lips press to the tears on your skin. Gently and with great compassion. Which, in turn, only makes you cry that much harder.

“You’re okay,” he whispers between slow kisses to your cheek. “Deep breath, my love. You’re all right, I’ve got you, yeah? M’right here. Won’t let you go until you want me to.”

You melt into the mattress as he continues holding you to the best of his ability. As he attempts to comfort you without causing you any more pain.

“Honey, I need you to tell me what you need. What your body needs,” he repeats after a moment, nose faintly brushing against yours. “Do you want me to pull out or do you want me to stay still?”

Truthfully, you aren’t sure what you want. It doesn’t sting the way it did before, but you’re worried if he moves, the pain will return tenfold.

And the thought of him taking himself from you makes your chest ache.

“I don’t know,” you whimper, attempting to hide yourself in his neck. “I don’t know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m trying—”

“Hey.” The stern voice returns as his palm tightens against your chin and pulls your focus to him. “What did I just say, hm? I don’t want to hear one more apology out of this pretty mouth. Is that understood?”

Your bottom lip quivers. “…I’m sorry.”

With a gentle but slightly amused sigh, he says, “Peach—”

“I am,” you insist, nails curling into the back of his neck. “I don’t know why I made you stop, I’m fine. I’m fine, really. I think I just got scared or something—”

“Scared?” His demeanor shifts on a dime, brows furrowing, and expression quickly growing distressed. “Scared how? What did I do? What can I do?”

“Nothing,” you repeat, gasping slightly at the implication. “Nothing, no. You didn’t…that’s not what I…fuck.”

“Okay, easy, Peach,” he mumbles, sweeping his thumb along your bottom lip soothingly. Waiting until you calm. And he studies you for quite some time, as though looking for the answer written somewhere on your face. “It was a lot, yeah? I pushed too hard.”

“No,” you try again, but his look of disapproval makes you wilt. “I mean…it was a lot, yes, but you didn’t…normally, it’s perfect. It’s never too hard or too much. You didn’t do this, I think I just…my mind wasn’t here. Maybe.”

He nods once. Contemplates this. “I should have checked in with you more frequently. Especially with the camera on—”

“No,” you huff, resisting the urge to slap his shoulder. “Stop putting this on yourself, it’s making me sad.”

“And your apologies make me sad,” he counters. “But that’s the point of the safeword, isn’t it? The system we have in place? It’s nobody’s fault. It’s about communication. About trust, about safety.”

You swallow thickly and settle into the calming safe of his eyes.

His finger continues to trace the outline of your mouth, almost as if in an attempt to collect himself. “Do you trust me, Peach?”

Your stomach sinks. “Of course.”

“Do you feel safe with me?”

“Yes.” You leave a kiss to his thumb. “Always, Sir. I promise.”

He begins to frown. “No, I don’t want you to call me that right now. I want you to call me Harry.”

And this shift – this instruction is what you were afraid of. Lashes fluttering as you whisper, “It’s…it’s okay. You can still be Sir, I promise—”

“No, I don’t want to be your dominant right now,” he corrects firmly. “I don’t want to be your Sir. Or your boss or your investor. I want to be your partner. Your equal. I want to be you and me. Us.”

And you know he means it. Can sense the truth of it behind his assertion and it feels like the first deep breath you’ve been able to take all day.

“Okay,” you agree, taking hold of his wrist to keep his hand close to your face. “Okay, we’ll be us.”

He seems relieved, dipping down to kiss the center of your forehead before asking, “Now…tell me what you want. Do you want me to pull out or keep still? What does your body need right now?”

You take a moment to find the right answer. “I don’t…honestly, I don’t know. I’m okay right now. Doesn’t…doesn’t hurt as much. You can…you can keep going if you want.”

“It’s not about what I want,” he reminds you. “It’s about what you want. What you need. If you want me to stay, I will. If you want me to go, I will.”

“I…I don’t want you to go. Really, I didn’t mean to make us stop, I swear—”

“We’re not stopping yet,” he interrupts. “Not until you say red. Right now, we’re just taking a break. Reassessing what you need. Okay?”

You nod weakly. “Okay.”

“Good.” He presses his palm to your cheek. “Do you want to say red? Do you want to stop?”

Again, you deliberate this. “No. No, I don’t think so.”

The frown returns. “I need you to do more than think, Peach. I need you to be sure.”

“I am,” you rush to clarify, shifting a bit beneath him as you squeeze his arm and fight against a pained wince. “I am, I promise. I just…I don’t know what happened. It just…there was a lot happening all of a sudden, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t enjoy it. Couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe or…or understand why I felt so off.”

A certain sadness finds him again as he nods and presses a couple more kisses to your temple. “I think you had a panic attack, my love.”

It’s an odd thought. One you aren’t quite familiar with, as panic attacks aren’t that common for you. In fact, you don’t believe you’ve ever had one before. At least not that you were aware of.

“Oh…” The words feel empty in your head. Weightless, with no meaning to grasp onto. “I…why?”

The corner of his mouth curls up, and the delicate smile makes your heart soar. “I don’t know. Sometimes we can’t find the cause, it just…happens.”

You blink up at him. “You’ve had a panic attack before?”

“I have,” he says calmly, and it surprises you more than it should. “I get them occasionally. Not as much anymore, though. With you.”

And this admission feels like something you can’t explain. Another piece to the Harry Styles puzzle you get to add to. Letting you see his big picture.

“I didn’t know that,” you whisper, and he shrugs.

“I never told you.” Another kiss to your forehead. “But I know how disorienting they can be, and I think it’s best we take a longer break before we continue.”

You feel your expression fall as he gently begins to move. “No, I…I don’t want to stop, I’m fine. You can…you can go—”

However, when he suddenly shifts his hips, it forces you to suck in a sharp, pained breath. Making it clear that continuing is no longer an option.

And for some reason, it feels like a punch to the gut. Knocking the wind from your lungs until that heaviness returns to your chest.

He really is going to stop. He’s going to take his body from you, and his weight, and his heat, and his cock. And the scene will be over, and maybe you won’t start again. Maybe he won’t be in the mood, or he’ll jerk one out in the shower without you, or he’ll look at you differently.

And you hate that thought more than anything in the world.

“No,” you practically whimper, grabbing onto his hips to keep him still. “No, we don’t have to stop, I’m fine. Really, it was just…it was nothing. Please, Harry.”

His thumb quickly returns to your face, brushing just below your eye to help dry the fresh set of tears on your warm, stained cheeks.

And he looks so very wounded. “Peach…this isn’t a punishment. There’s a reason we use the traffic light system, and it’s for moments like this. To keep things safe—”

“But I am safe,” you argue, the sound of your plea timid and riddled with distress. “And I’m fine now, really. You can go, we can finish. I want you to finish—”

“Peach,” he says again, but it’s a bit more resolute. “This isn’t about me finishing. It will never be about me finishing, all right? We can always resume the scene later if you’d like, but right now…I want to hold you. I want to help you feel steady again.”

And it’s the most perfect thought in the world. From the most perfectly imperfect man, and yet the idea of stopping sends sharp needles down your spine.

“Please,” you whine again, sniffling softly. “I don’t want to stop, I promise. Please don’t make us stop, please don’t…don’t…”

He dips down and nuzzles his nose to yours, forcing you to take a deep breath. “Honey, I’m not doing this to hurt you. Or upset you. I want to help, I want you to let me help. To honor our system and take a break.”

But you tug on him tighter, face disappearing into his chest as you shake your head. “Please don’t. Please just ignore me. I’ll feel worse if we stop, really. I’ll get worried and I’ll overthink, and I’ll panic again, and it’ll just be so much worse. So just…let’s finish, okay? I want to finish.”

You hear – and feel – him sigh. “Baby, I need you to listen to me right now, okay? This is my answer.”

It’s rare he uses this nickname, and even though it might be a little cliché, it makes your stomach wrench in the best possible way.

Yet still, the anguish is evident. “Harry,” you whisper, pleading desperately with everything you have left.

He slips his palm around the back of your neck to pull you from his body and allow him to see your face. It’s scrutinous, his expression. Slightly stern and somewhat doleful. “Do I need to be your dominant again? Is that the only way you’ll listen to me?”

Truth be told, you wonder if it is, and your sad little hiccup seems to be answer enough.

So, while fighting a smile, he says, “Then I want you to be a good girl and let Daddy hold you. I don’t want you to argue with me, or fight me, or act like a brat. I want you to say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and be done with it. Is that understood?”

With a shaky inhale and a feeble nod, you murmur, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” he hums before landing his mouth on yours. Kissing you for the first time in what feels like years. “Much sweeter when you behave for me, my love. Aren’t you?”

But you don’t have the strength to answer.

“I know,” he says for you, chuckling against your lips. “Now…I’m gonna pull out. And I’m gonna go slow, all right? Try to be as gentle as I can. And I want you to tell me if it aches or if it’s too much, yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With this vow, he begins to draw his hips back, cock retreating from your pussy until that full feeling begins to diminish.

And at first it’s a bit uncomfortable. Tight, in a sense but eventually, he’s all the way out, and your cunt is provided a moment of much needed reprieve.

The moment that relief finds you, it seems to melt across your expression. And he notices, smiling gratefully but with a twinge of regret. As though he’s punishing himself for causing you the displeasure in the first place.

But before either of you can argue about it again, he’s settling on the mattress beside you and slipping an arm around your stomach. Keeping you pressed against his body to hold you the way he promised.

“There,” he sighs, lips returning to their rightful place on your neck. “Is that better?”

Your eyes fall shut in blissful ecstasy as you lace your hand with his. “Yes, Sir.”

He grins and that familiar dimple reappears. “Attagirl. And you’re gonna let me hold you, yeah?”

“Mhm. Always, Sir.”

He kisses the spot below your ear. “Good.”

The large bedroom falls silent while the little red light from the camera blinks the seconds away. You imagine you’ll have to scrap this video, and you want to feel regret over wasting so much content over this.

But you know, deep down, it’s not about the videos, or your OnlyFans, or the money.

Because all you really need…is here beside you.

“Sir?” you whisper into the delicate air.

His head rolls back. “Yes, Peach?”

“Thank you.”

He squeezes your hip. “Don’t have to thank me, honey. This is my job. This is what we agreed on.”

“I know,” you admit, allowing your other hand to travel to his hair. Fingers absentmindedly sweeping through the curls. “But I don’t think any of my other partners would have been this understanding. And I really appreciate it.”

His eyebrow raises. “Well, that’s why they aren’t your fucking partners anymore. You needed someone that wasn’t a total fucking twat.”

You smirk. “Touché.”

Another quiet lull as you listen to the sound of his soft breaths. Reveling in the feel of them against your heated skin. The way they keep you present in this moment with him instead of losing you to the voices in your head.

Contented, you turn and press your cheek to his forehead, nails scratching down his scalp gently. “Harry?”

“Yes, Peach?”

With a racing heart, your eyes flutter shut.

“…I love you.”

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~ Other Harry Blurbs

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