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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 2 years

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Sick little bugs

Anon Request: Can you write something with Harry being really unwell from the amount of work of tour and he’s been starting to feel ill throughout the week but just thinks it’ll pass until it finally all catches up to him and he gets a stomach bug and can’t stop being sick and needing love and very clingy as he does his best to get through studio work and concert prep while being so ill

A/N: I hope this is okay, I changed it a bit.

Wordcount: 1.8K+

Warning: Fluff, dadHarry,Unedited.

“Harry, you need to slow down. You need a break. Your fans will understand,” you urged your husband from your place at your breakfast bar. Harry had been going nonstop since his third album came out. He’s been at the studio, doing interviews, and concerts for two weeks straight. He barely had time to sleep and you were worried about him, but Harry said he was fine. The only time he had ever lied to you.

“I am fine, Lovie. I promise, if I start to feel overworked, you’ll be the first to know,” He said tiredly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. He only arrived home from New York a few hours ago and was already off to go to BBC for a mini-concert.

“That’s the problem, H. You never knew until it is too late,” you said, turning in your seat to pout at him. You didn’t want to fight and add to his stress level, but he needed to take you seriously. He could never see when he was pushing himself too hard.

Harry chuckled, cupping your face, and kissing your pout. “I love how you look out for me, but I am fine, perfectly fine and it’s only for a few more weeks,” He assured you.

“Yes, a few more weeks on promo, and then your tour starts again and you will be working and doing shows every single night. No breaks and you will get sick, don’t act like it hasn’t happened before, bug.” Your hands covered his, kissing his palm.

“I won’t let it get that far, I promise. I’ll take tomorrow night off, we will have a movie night, the two of us, no work, just you and me,” Harry whispered against your lips.

You kissed him back, letting him win this time, believing his words when they come true. After being married for 4 years and having a child together you knew that Harry was a passionate and perfectionist and sometimes, all the time, he put that above his health and well-being.

“Be back soon, lovie,” He said, kissing your forehead and the curly-haired toddler sitting next to you, that’s been happily eating pancakes this whole time. “Bye-bye little Shadow,” he said to your son.

Turning at his nickname, your son grinned at his father before shoving his sticky hands into Harry’s face, “Bye, papa.”

“Bye, Bug. Have a good day, drink lots of water and please eat something,” you said as he left the kitchen to put his shoes on.

“I will. Love you both,” he shouted before the front door opened and closed.

Sighing you looked at your sticky boy, “What are we going to do about, papa?” You said, causing your son to shrug, making you laugh.

It was after 3 in the morning when you felt Harry crawl into bed with you. He sniffled and wrapped his body around yours, nuzzling into your neck. Groaning softly, you turned in his arms, pulling him closer to you.

“Hey, how was work? Are you not feeling well?” You asked, pushing his hair back.

Harry shrugged, kissing your neck. “Tired, just need sleep and you,” He mumbled sleepily.

“It’s late, did you eat something,” You pressed softly as he cuddled him into your arms. You can already tell that he pushed it too far today.

“Yeah, had a sandwich this morning, member?”

“That was barely a few bites? You didn’t eat after you left?” You said, starting to get out of bed to get him something to eat.

“No no, don’t go.” He whined, tightening his arms around your waist. “I’ll eat tomorrow, promise, just want to cuddle with my lovie.”

Sighing you tightened your arms around him. “Fine, in the morning you are going to eat a big breakfast and barely leave this bed, do you understand me?”

Instead of speaking, he just nodded against your chest. Your fingers continued to comb through his hair long after his breathing evened out. You were getting more concerned, but you would make sure he took care of himself tomorrow.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Your phone told you it was only 8:30 in the morning. Harry definitely should still be in bed and your son normally comes into your room at 8.

Quickly getting out of bed, you grabbed your robe and walked downstairs. The home was quiet and your kitchen looked like a small hurricane hit it. After searching the house upstairs and the main floor, you went to Harry’s home studio.

Your son sat on the sofa with a bowl of fruit and a plate of pancakes happily eating, while Harry sat at his keyboard in headphones, sniffling still. Frowning, you matched over to your husband, tapping his shoulder.

He jumped, before taking off his headphones to look at you, over his shoulder. “Morning,” he smiled lazily, leaning towards you for a kiss, but you just crossed your arms.

“Harry, you were supposed to take a break today. You are still sniffling, have you eaten?” You asked, pressing your hand to his forehead, but he quickly ducked your hand standing up.

“You looked so peaceful and we didn’t want to wake you, so I thought I could come down here with him while you sleep. I made him breakfast, Harry said.

“You’re sweet, but I could have made breakfast. You needed to sleep more than I did.”

“I’m his father. I can do it, I’m taking a break from work, not my family, don’t be upset with me,” he said, wrapping his arms around you.

“You never answered my question. Did you eat as well?”

He was silent for a moment before nodding.

Narrowing your eyes you turned to your son. “Did papa eat with you?”

“No,” he said, popping a grape in his mouth.

Grinning, you went over and kissed his forehead before looking at Harry with a raised eyebrow.

“I was going to eat with you,” he said.

Scoffing, you grabbed your son and his food walking out of Harry’s studio. You didn’t like arguing in front of your son and if Harry didn’t want to take your concern seriously, you weren’t going to make him.

“Lovie, I’m sorry,” He said following after you.

“Don’t be sorry, just take care of yourself, H. You spread yourself too thin sometimes,” you said, putting your son on the sofa, and walking to the kitchen, starting to clean up.

Harry’s arms wrapped around your waist a few minutes later. He pressed kisses to your neck. “I’m sorry. I just don’t like disappointing my fans, or my family. I’m sorry, I mean it, lovie.”

“I know, bug. You care so much, you have such a big heart. It’s one of the things I love the most about you and one of the things I hate about you sometimes. You are burning up and overworked, you don’t have to lie to me about it.”

He was quiet for a moment before he nodded against your back. “I feel a little down, nothing more. Just want you to hold me, and cuddle.”

Finishing with the dishes you turned around in his arms. “Bed now, don’t even think about leaving it, or I will tie you down.”

“I’m a little under the weather, but if you want to be on top, I won’t stop you,” he teased.

Slapping his shoulder, you laughed. “You aren’t sick enough, I see. Now go,” you said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You heard Harry scoop up your son before going upstairs. You shook your head at your impossible husband, sending a quick text to Jeff that Harry was taking a much-needed personal day. Harry was already passed out with your son cuddling close to him when you arrived upstairs.

Snapping a picture, you kissed both of their heads, frowning at how much Harry was burning up. You knew he was probably still downplaying how sick he was. With both of them asleep, you decided to go to the store and get some medicine and ingredients to make soup.

The boys were still sleeping when you got home. Quickly you got to work on making clam chowder, it always made you feel better when you were a child and you’ve made it for Harry a few times as well as your son.

Tiny footsteps alerted you to your son coming down the stairs. “Mama, my tummy hurts,” He whined.

“My poor baby,” you said, picking him up, and kissing his cheeks. “Seems you got papa sickness.” You said pushing his sweaty curls away from his forehead. “Don’t worry, the Soup is almost done. I’ll get you some juice, why don’t you go cuddle with papa some more.”

He nodded, you grabbed his bubba, which he only wanted when he was sick, putting it in his mouth, before putting him back down. His little footsteps echoed around the house as he ran up the stairs back to your bedroom.

Grabbing a tray, placed bowls of soup, a sippy cup, a glass, and some crackers. You went to join your family in bed, after putting some extra blankets under your arm as you made your way upstairs.

Harry was awake, sitting against the headboard with a sobbing toddler in his neck. He smiled softly at you when you came into the room. “Seems you have to put up with two whiny and cuddly Styles today,” he teased.

“I would happily take care of the two of you. My cuddly little bugs,” You smiled, placing the food on the nightstand and the blankets on the bed.

“Look, Little shadow. Mama brought blankets, why don’t we make a fort, yeah, and then we can all eat, cuddle and watch your favorite movie.”

Sniffling, your son’s face left his father’s neck. “We watch Coco?” He asked softly, looking between you two.

“Yes we can, but let’s build our fort first,” you said, grabbing a blanket. Standing up on the bed, he nodded excitedly.

You all quickly made a fort to cover your bed, grabbing more pillows from all over the house. After everything was set up, you crawled into the middle of your bed with the tray. Instantly, both of your boys cuddle close to your sides.

“Does this smell amazing, mama is the best isn’t she,” Harry said to your son, kissing your cheek.

“Mama is the best,” he repeated, taking his cup of apple juice when you gave it to him. “Feed me,” he said, looking at you with big eyes. Laughing, you agreed, feeding him some soup.

“What about me, lovie,” Harry complained from your own side.

“Two big babies,” you teased, starting the movie and holding the spoon up to your husband’s mouth.

“We love you, though. And you love us,” Harry grinned, and opened his mouth, grinning

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henrysteelsmurryme · 1 year

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thank you, thank you (~3.1k words)

WARNINGS: smut, fellatio, more fellatio

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“My friends and I are thinking of going on a vacation.”

Harry looks at her. “During spring break? I thought we were all going down to Florida.”

She nods. “No, we still are. My friends just want to go somewhere for a week, or even a weekend. We’ll just skip our classes.” Harry gives her a look and she rolls her eyes. “Fuck off, I’m a second semester senior. You would know how that goes.”

He sighs. “Where are you thinking?”

She shrugs. “Maybe Florida again, but we’d go to Fort Lauderdale or something.”

He wrinkles his nose. “I went down there once during college. It was basically a giant frat party for a week straight.”

Eileen nods enthusiastically, a large smile on her face. “Doesn’t it sound like fun?”

“No.”

“Whatever.” She leans back in her seat. “We’re gonna decide soon.”

“Well, let me know, yeah?”

She smirks at him. “You gonna fund the whole trip?”

He shrugs. “If you want me to, honey. I don’t mind.”

She freezes. “Are you serious? I was just joking. We all have enough money to go.”

He nods. “I know, but I also don’t mind paying for it. I mean, it won’t affect my bank account as much as it’ll affect yours.”

She rolls her eyes.

A few days later, they're sat at the kitchen island. Harry is working on his laptop, and Eileen is shopping for swimsuits on hers.

“Everything’s so fucking expensive," she complains. "We found a condo. It’s in a sketchy area, but it’s close to the beach and the town.”

Harry sighs heavily. “Let me see.”

Eileen shows him the information on her laptop. Harry doesn’t look impressed.

He starts to shake his head. “No. No. You’re not staying there.” He stands up and heads to his office.

“Why not?” Eileen huffs and follows him. “Harry,” she whines. “Everything is so expensive there. We can’t afford anything nicer.”

Harry sits down in his leather chair, behind his huge desk. “Which is why I’m getting you guys a house.”

She freezes in the middle of his office. “A house? Right on the beach?”

Harry nods, typing quickly on his computer. “In an area where your chances of being murdered are nearly zero percent. I am not about to go down to Fort Lauderdale to identify my dead girlfriend because her and her friends couldn’t afford a nicer place.”

Eileen smiles brightly, strutting around the desk and standing behind him. She rests her hands on his shoulders, watching his computer as he looks for places. “I like that one.”

He snorts. “Because it’s pink. It only has two bedrooms.”

“So? We’ll share beds.”

“It has one bathroom.”

Eileen doesn’t respond for a moment. “Anyways, I like that one.”

The exterior is a pretty sky blue, with white shutters and pink flowers lining the house. Harry checks the features, and it includes four bedrooms and three baths.

“That sounds more like it.”

“And it’s right on the beach,” Harry points at the screen, “and, like, a ten minute walk from the town. It’s a gated community, a family community, so,” he turns and glares up at her, “no partying at the house. I’m not going down to bail you out of jail either.”

She sighs lightly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Okay, okay, jeez.” She wraps her arms loosely around her neck, hugging him. “Thank you, darling. I owe you one.”

Harry snorts, hitting Confirm on the screen.

She dips her head, her hands sliding down his chest as she kisses his neck. “You’re so good to me.”

Harry hums. “It’s because I love you, honey.”

Eileen tries to press her lips harder against his skin, but her large smile prevents her. “I love you more, darling,” she murmurs into his ear. Her hand slides further down, cupping his bulge. Harry’s breath hitches, and his head falls back on her shoulder. “Thank you so much.” Her hand squeezes.

Harry spins around just as she yanks the chair and she climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs. She cups his jaw and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. Her hand work quickly at undoing his pants, pulling his cock out.

Harry moans into her mouth, his hands sliding all over his body, like he can’t choose where to put them.

Eileen strokes him slowly, rubbing her thumb in little circles around his slit. Harry’s head falls back, exposing his neck to her. She dips down and sucks underneath his ear, quickening her pace.

Harry’s breathing heavily when he lifts his head back up. His hand rises up to the back of her head and he wraps her hair around his fist, pulling her head up. He looks at her for a moment, with her wet lips parted and her eyes blown out. He pulls her in for a kiss, licking into her mouth once before pulling away. He asks lowly, “Is this what you call a proper thank you?” He tuts. “I deserve more than your hand. On your knees, honey.”

Eileen’s jaw drops around a smile. Her tongue prods her cheek as she slowly descends onto the floor in front of him. She almost whines at the loss of friction between her legs. She was grinding against his thigh before, and now her center throbs for some contact, but is only met with air.

She thinks the quicker she gets him to come, the quicker she can come, so she goes to work immediately, wrapping her lips around his cock and sinking down. One hand fondles his balls, while the other works the lower half of his cock. She tries to make it as wet for him as possible, because he likes it like that, and especially so when there’s spit and cum dripping out of her mouth.

She pulls off and, while still jacking him off, says, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Honey,” Harry groans. His hands are in her hair and they try to pull her mouth back over him, but she refuses. “You nearly throw up every time I do it.”

“I know,” she whines. “But it fits the mood.”

Harry lets out a breathless laugh, saying to himself, “Fits the mood. All right.” He sits up, gazing down at her softly. He cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb along the skin. “Tap out when it’s too much, okay?”

She nods quickly, sitting back on her heels and opening her mouth wide. Harry curses at the sight, his thumb slipping into her mouth. He whimpers when her eyes flutter shut and she sucks softly, hollowing her cheeks out.

He thrusts his thumb in and out a few times before he pulls it out. His hands grabs her hair as he guides her down on her cock. He lets out a strangled groan when he gently guides her down further, until his tip hits the back of her throat.

He pulls her off and asks, “All right?”

She nods, and she wraps her lips around his cock again. She tries to relax her throat, and stays surprisingly still as Harry gently thrusts into her mouth. Her own moans and whimpers are muffled by his cock. She aches for some friction on her clit.

She only has to tap his thigh once before he’s yanking her off. She gasps for breath, tearing leaking out of her eyes, spit and precum connecting her mouth to the tip of his cock.

“Oh, god,” she says hoarsely, leaning forward and resting her head on his thigh, trying to catch her breath.

Harry leans down to the side and grabs the trash can. “Are you gonna throw up?”

She shakes her head against his thigh, her shoulders and back still heaving.

Harry shakes his head and smiles, laughing a bit. “That’s the best you’ve ever done.”

“I’m not done yet,” she says stubbornly, pouting up at him.

He nods, stroking her cheek. “Of course not, honey. Just take a breather.”

She decides to ignore his patronizing tone, and takes his advice. She focuses on breathing deeply, filling her lungs with the oxygen she was depraved from only minutes ago.

When she hears a groan, she whips her head up to find Harry’s hand lazily stroking himself, his head tipped back toward the ceiling. “Hey,” she says sharply, swatting his hand away and replacing it with her own. “That’s my job.”

Harry only sighs, and then he stands up. Eileen’s mouth opens as she gazes up at him. Something about him dressed in an expensive suit, standing tall over her does something to her. She reaches a hand down to her clit and she grinds against it, whimpering. “Fuck, this is so hot.”

Harry just hums, and his fingers weave into her hair, holding the strands back and she leans in and presses an open-mouth kiss to his shaft. She travels up his length, and spends a few extra moments on the tip, circling his head with her tongue.

“Fuck, honey, that’s so good.” Harry waits patiently, and when she leans back, one hand releases her hair to grip his cock. His other hand tightens in her hair, holding her in place as he slowly feeds his cock into her mouth. Eileen stretches her mouth and licks the underside, humming when Harry pushes in deeper.

Her own hands slide up the backs of his thighs and back down, then sliding up the fronts and holding the sides.

Carefully, Harry thrusts into her mouth, gaging her reaction. She really is hell bent on him coming down her throat. She usually would have given up ten minutes ago.

“Look so pretty, Eileen,” he mumbles, his words slurring together. He’s close. “So pretty with your lips around my cock.” His head drops back. “You’re taking me so well, honey.” He looks back down at her when he starts to thrust harder.

He grins proudly when she just takes it, looking up at him with glistening eyes. “Look at you,” he coos, brushing a tear off her cheek. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? I love you so much.”

Eileen can feel his thighs trembling, and can hear his breath growing shakier. She can’t see much with his head tilted up to the ceiling, but she can see his mouth is open, little pants falling out of those pretty lips.

She pinches his thigh and he looks back down, never averting his eyes from hers. “Gonna come, honey. Gonna make me come. You’re such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”

He thrusts erratically into her mouth, whimpering and moaning. “I–I’m coming, Eileen. Eileen, Ei–“ He throws his head back and shouts, his hips stilling, his cock deep in her throat.

Eileen sucks down the last drop of come, then carefully pulls off. She tries to catch her breath. Pride bubbles in her stomach at the accomplishment of having him fuck her throat until he comes. She says in-between breaths, “I’m gonna…” She waves a hand. “Work on my…gag reflex.”

He nods, collapsing to the floor with her. He pulls her in for a kiss. Both of them are out of breath, so the kiss is a little weak, a little slow, but he licks into her mouth and he sucks on her tongue until he feels like he could pass out.

“Now, what’s my thank you going to be?”

Harry pulls back, giving her a look. “What? You don’t get a thank you for a thank you.”

Eileen’s jaw drops. “That was the best I’ve ever done! I deserve some fellatio for that!”

Harry’s jaw clenches and he glares at her. “For the last fucking time, fellatio is sucking dick!”

“No, it’s not!” she replies slowly.

Harry huffs. “The word, is cunnilingus. You get fucking cunnilingus.”

Eileen wrinkles her nose. “That sounds like an STD.”

Harry sighs again, and then he pushes Eileen onto her back. Arousal and anticipation flutter in her stomach, but then Harry stands up and walks past her.

“Hey! Come back and fellate me!”

“You want fellatio so bad?” He looks over his shoulder and gives her a look that’s hard to read; Eileen thinks it’s challenging. “I’ll go get the strap."

A few minutes later, the rolls are swapped: Eileen is sat in the chair, and Harry is on his knees between her legs.

“You ever done this before, darling?”

“Of course I have, Eileen,” he replies snappily. “I’m not a virgin.”

Eileen gasps loudly. “Are you fucking kidding me? So you lied about your anal virginity!”

Harry takes a deep breath. “No, Eileen. I’ve sucked dick, but I’ve never had a dick up my ass before you.”

She gasps again. It’s irritating, at this point. “When?!”

“In college, honey. Didn’t you experiment a little bit?”

His tone is mocking and patronizing. Eileen doesn’t like it. “I don’t like your tone. Shut the fuck up and fellate me.”

Harry huffs, then he dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the purple strap on. Then, he lifts his eyes and they meet with Eileen’s. She sucks in a shaky breath, and can feel her underwear pool at the sight.

Without breaking eye contact, Harry moves up the plastic cock, then licks a fat stripe over the tip. Eileen whimpers.

The corners of his lips quirk up. “Getting a little flustered…honey?”

Eileen huffs, and she reaches down to grab his hair at the back of his head. “You’re talking too much. It’s annoying.” The last thing she wants to do is hurt him, so she doesn’t shove him down. But he obediently opens his mouth wider and sinks down just a little bit, taking the tip into his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, lifting his head up and licking another fat stripe on the tip.

His eyes are glossed over, his cheeks are blushing a beautiful red, and he already looks so out of it.

Eileen’s head falls back on the chair. “I think you did a little more than experiment, darling.”

Harry smirks and hums, before sinking down on the purple cock.

God, each lick and suck goes straight to Eileen’s clit. She swears she can feel his mouth. Her underwear is soaking at this point. She wonders if she could come from this.

When Harry gags around the cock as he pushes himself down, only to leave two inches of the purple cock uncovered, Eileen thinks anything is possible.

She gasps, running her fingers through his hair to push it off his forehead. “Fuck, Harry. Oh, my God.” Her hips subconsciously roll towards his mouth, and Harry stops bobbing his head and lets her for a few moments.

Then he pulls off. “You gonna fuck my mouth then, or what?”

Eileen whimpers again at the sound of his voice. It’s hoarse, deeper than ever, and it’s so fucking hot. She wants to wreck his pretty throat.

Her hand moves to his cheek, gently cupping it before she starts to carefully thrust her hips up. After a few thrusts, Harry gets impatient.

He pulls off the toy. “I’m not a fucking virgin, Eileen. Fuck, my, mouth.”

God, he’s so fucking irritating. Eileen opens her eyes and gives the ceiling a deadpanned look before her hand returns to his hair. Her other hand grabs his chin and forces his mouth open. She tilts his head back, and stands up.

Harry understands why she looked so fucked out when he was above her. The look she’s giving him now isn’t gentle, nor is it sweet. She looks properly irritated. A spark of arousal erupts in his stomach and travels up his spine. He wants her to wreck his throat.

He sticks his tongue flat out just in time for her to ram the purple cock into his mouth. His hands reach up and grip her thighs, the skin bulging around his right grip.

He makes a little gagging noise every time her cock hits the back of his throat. It goes straight to Eileen’s clit.

God, she’s for sure going to come like this. Harry’s just taking it, letting her grab his hair and hold him in place as she uses him like a toy.

She lets out a moan when Harry’s eyes connect with hers. They’re teary and a little red, but he doesn’t tap out, even when the tears leak down his cheeks.

“So beautiful, Harry, fuck.” She throws her head back, thrusting erratically into his mouth.

When he lets out a particularly loud whine, she quickly looks down to find his eyes fluttering shut. She notices his body moving, and realizes he’s pulled his cock back out and is fucking into his hand.

Her hand grabs his chin again and she yanks him off her cock. A trail of spit connects his gaping mouth to the purple strap on. He gasps for breath, looking up at Eileen with wet eyes and an even wetter mouth.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” she asks lowly, her grip tightening around his chin.

“Honey. Honey, please–“

His voice. It’s wrecked. It cracks as he begs for her approval.

Eileen aggressively swipes her thumb along his mouth. His tongue peeks out and gives it a sensual lick. His lips wrap around it for a small, sucking kiss.

“No.”

As usual, Eileen gets tired of the dominate character. It’s hot–so fucking hot when she takes control like this, but every single time, the act disappears before they even finish.

She whimpers, cupping his cheeks with both hands. Her thighs tremble. “Harry, darling, I love you so much. You’re gonna make me come, I swear.” She lets out another whimper. “Oh, God. Oh, Harry. I think I’m gonna–”

Eileen almost collapses, but just barely manages to hold herself up as she comes. Harry doesn’t even notice, too busy gagging around the purple cock as he comes all over his pants.

When Eileen pulls the cock out of his mouth, Harry follows, leaning forward and pressing his face against her thigh. Even as he’s gasping for breath, he lifts his head and sucks a kiss into the meaty part of her thigh.

“Did you just–”

“Did you seriously–”

Eileen is silent for a moment, then, “You came?”

Harry lifts his head and glares up at her. “Don’t act like I’m the only one.” To prove his point, he reaches up into her underwear and slides a single finger into her wet pussy. It clenches around his digit, and he pulls his finger out to shove it into his mouth.

“Yeah, but–you weren’t even touching yourself!”

He sends her another glare. “And I was actually sucking on your fucking clit. You came from me sucking on the strap on.”

She sputters for a moment. “It–it. It’s the context!”

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psicostyles · 2 years

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Loving me takes patience.

Hello, here it's the third part nobody asked for, but it's here anyway!

if you like, please let me know, it means a lot to me, besties <3 Read the previous parts: one, two

This is a dad!harry x oc character, it's all about Latinas girls, babes!

PART THREE At least one month since they closed the contract with Ms. Sabino's company, the website project was progressing. In the meeting where they'd discuss the project, Harry was the co-leader. The interface that Ms. Sabino requested must need three prior things: 1) An assistant who is always online - not a robot though - 2) A simple and clean layout where the topics could be easily found 3) the website must contain at least three idioms in case the customer needs it. A lot of things, don't you think?

When Harry was invited to join the project he was a bit confused about how things work, so let's refresh a little bit. Harry works for Jonah in a small IT company, Ms. Sabino heard about them due to their potential work even though they are a small company, and Sabino made an agreement with Jonah on behalf of his client. So, mathematically speaking it goes like this, an IT company contacted Sabino, then Sabino contacted Jonah, then Jonah reached Rebecca, and finally, the company who contacted Sabino first made a deal with Harry's team. Easier, right?

How Harry wishes it was that simple, the company that contacted Sabino first, is named after the owner's mother, so it is called Proyecto Julieta. It belongs to Max. The project Max wanted was the following thing, a platform of Real State Plans, so every single person who was searching for a place to live, with accessible prices could find it on their website. Nice huh? Well, not for them.

Harry and Jason, his leader, spent hours of meetings, calculating, designing, and getting tired to death. Harry wasn't even graduated for sake! How did he suppose to know of all this shit? They both agreed it was better to go home, it was a very long day.

Getting home, Lisa was still there, he told her she could go home now since he is here. As usual daddy duties were calling; after a long session of hugs and kissing and maybe some tickles was bath time, right after that they had dinner, then Harry after reading her some fairy tale book Cassie fell asleep. Harry took the chance and very quietly get off of her bed and moved to his room. It was his time for a relaxing bath, now. The shower wasn't too hot nor too cold. After that, he lays in his bed and tried to study a little more about programming and how to create a website with so many features. From his nightstand, he felt his phone vibrates, it was a message. A message from Rebecca.

Rebecca Rojas: hey you, a little bird told me you are officially on Sabino's and Max's project. YAY. I'm happy for you!

He didn't expect that, but it came at the right time. He studied a bit more then put it all away and went to sleep, with a smile on his face may I add.

The next day in the office, Jonah dismissed Jason and Harry from their duties to focus on Julieta's Project. Jason was the lead so he arrange another meeting with Harry and other members who were allowed to participate, all friends with Jason from his college. When Harry entered the room he felt happy, and finally felt seen and appreciated, his hard work was doing perfectly fine.

The meeting was great, to say the least, he was heard, and he said all of his thoughts and ideas. When the meeting ended he sigh with relief, they are almost halfway there. Harry was leaving the conference room while texting his mother to keep her updated when suddenly he bumped into someone. Their cellphone fell straight to the ground, and both kneel to grab them, when he looked up, Rebecca is standing up with him. Duh, of course. It would be her, of all people in that room, right? It was mathematically possible, for sure, you see, if both of them were working on the same project so and in the same building for sure, they would stumble into themselves at some point.

Harry and his silly face kept staring at her until he said, ''I'm sorry, I did not mean to" He didn't but man, he was glad!

"There is no problem, Harry" she smiled, composing herself ready to leave when Harry had a deep breath and let out "Hey" Rebeca turned her attention to him again "Wanna grab something to eat? I mean, it's almost time for lunch, right?" she smiles nodding "Okay, let's go"

There were they, sitting at a table outside the little restaurant nearby. He ordered salmon and salad, Rebecca went a little further, she request a ceviche and sparkling water with a slice of lemon.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, yeah? he said while taking a bite of salmon.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

He shrugged "I'd say everything, but feel free to tell whatever you're comfortable with" she sighed.

"Well, I'm Rebecca, 27 years old, I'm actually Brazilian just like my mom, my father is from Guatemala, so I was raised with both languages. I earned a scholarship program to study Italian and English in college, so I went to Italy to study abroad, wasn't the easiest thing to do, but I don' regret it, you know?" she said

So you see, Harry was only 5 years older than her, that was nice. So along with the lunch, he was getting to know her better. So far, he knows she speaks 6 languages, he remembered she something about romance languages he had no idea what that means, so he asked.

"Oh, romance languages are the ones that come from Latin. The major languages include French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian. But I don't speak Romanian" she laughs.

"You mentioned you speak German, right?"

"Oh God, no. I'm trying to but it's kinda hard" Hard? he thought, you speak six languages and German it was hard? No way.

"Why languages? Where did you learn all that?" Harry asked wiping his mouth and leaving his food aside.

"Well..." she started to say, but her phone started to ring, she picked up "Oh, hey. Okay, I get it. Yeah I will be there in a second, I'm not so far from the office. Okay, bye" she looked at him leaving her money to pay her part "Dutty calls, let's go?"

They rushed their way and when they got there, they notice both were going to separate ways. Harry was calling the lift when Rebecca turned around, called his name, and said.

"Hey, we should do this again. I like talking to you" the lift rang warning he was there and opened the doors, Rebecca waved goodbye. Harry did not have the chance of saying anything, but that boy was smiling like a fool.

part four

#dadharry #daddy harry #harry styles #harry imagine #harry blurb #psicostyles #harry styles blurb #harry fluff #harry styles imagine #dadrry #singledad #singledadrry #harry x oc #singleparent #singleharry #divorcedharry #i love him

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haarrrys · 11 months

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Hey! Would you write something about Amani getting her first period?

growing up 🍓

wc - 1.4k

🏷️ tags - dad!harry, singledad.harry, minor angst¿, dad!harry × amani, and of course, fluff.

pairings - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪 🥛

summary - amani gets her first period

(a/n)- sweet sweet anon who sent the request months ago, tysm for being patient with me. im so sorry for my laziness lol

more harry and amani!

a knock rang throughout the room, startling sarah. "who is it?" she called, setting her sage green nail polish onto a nearby dresser.

she figured it could be room service, just wanting to clean, or the lunch she ordered.

"it's me— amani." sarah heard, just as she got closer to the door. sarah smiled, opening it. "hey love— is everything alright?" she asked, growing more concerned as she took in amani's worried face— as well as her paled complexion, that replaced her usual tan.

it wasn't unnatural for amani to come stay with sarah in her suite, as harry, her father, and the rest of the guys normally took up harry's room, causing ruckus.

sarah usually stayed in her own room, with her baby, accompanied by amani, who could always use some girl time.

but, what was unnatural was the way amani shyly walked into her room, scouting the room incase anyone else was present before speaking.

"it's just me and max," sarah assured, referring to the sleeping boy in the middle of the bed.

amani sighed, "i think.. i think I started my period." she winced, her breathing picking up as she revealed it. sarah gasped, her expression softening while a smile broke out onto her face.

"awhh, that's a good thing! it's natural, you're growing up! I can't believe it." she smiled, hugging the girl. "here, come follow me. i think i still have some stuff left." she said, pulling away from the hug and walking towards the unnecessarily large bathroom.

she opened the drawer, skimming through some thing before finding two boxes of pads and tampons.

"okay, so, since it's your first time I suggest using pads— just cause they're easier, but if you wanna use the tampons..?" sarah said. amani blushed, "ill just use the pads."

"alright! that's okay. do you know how to put one on? I don't know if harry explained it to you." sarah asked, causing amani to smile. "he tried, but he knows as much about periods as I do—nothing." she laughed, making sarah join in with her.

"that's fine, I can show you if you want." sarah offered. amani shook her head, feeling embarrassed, "i can figure it out." she dismissed.

sarah smiled sadly, "amani, it's normal to feel weird.. or even uncomfortable about these things, but almost every girl goes through it. you don't have to feel embarrassed, especially not with me, okay?" she explained, making amani smile sheepishly.

times like this, she wishes she did have a mother to talk about puberty, periods, and just her body changing, but she's thankful that she has someone who is basically a mother figure— sarah.

of course, harry tries his best to fill that role, especially now that amani's actually growing into a woman— however, she just feels more comfortable talking to someone who can relate to her.

"thank you," she whispered.

sarah smiled, as if to say a silent 'your welcome.'

"oh and sarah—can you get me underwear? and different pants?" amani sighed. sarah only then noticed the sweater tied around her waist, likely used to cover a stain.

"of course! your dads still in the room right?"

"yea, he'll let you in but..can you just not tell him?" amani said, her face reddening once again.

"oh, love, did you want to tell him yourself?" sarah questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

amani shrugged in response. she had no plan whatsoever of telling him.

sarah sighed. "you know, you have to tell him eventually. it'll be worse if he finds out by himself, probably more embarrassing." she smiles.

amani shakes her head, "i'm scared." she admits, hiding her face in her hands.

sarah frowns, "scared? of what? he'll probably cry a little, but that's just cause his little girl is growing up."

amani laughed at that, imagining her dad in tears over her starting her period— a likely event.

"maybe he'll think it's gross— I don't know." she sighed. "im probably just overthinking it."

"you are. he won't find it gross, I promise. now, do you wanna tell him, or do you want me to?"

"you can tell him."

"she started her what?!" harry gasped, suddenly feeling uneasy on his feet.

sarah smacked his shoulder, putting her index finger to her lips, shushing him. "her period harry. menstruation? time of the month? flowers? quiet down if you don't want amani to be embarrassed when the whole hotel knows her business."

harry sighed, steadying himself as he took a seat.

"..why didn't she tell me first? is she alright?" harry frowned, his head gears turning faster than he could register. his daughter had started her period— but didn't go to him first. why? had he done something wrong?

sarah shook her head,"she's okay, calm down. it's just easier to talk about periods with people who've actually had them harry, it's not personal." she laughed, reassuring him, although she knew he'd still worry.

harry, who still had a deep frown on his face nodded.

he understands how awkward it would've been for her to tell him— but as a singe!parent, he feels shitty that she went to someone else, instead of her dad.

"okay.." harry sighed, wiping the tears that began to well up in his eyes. "i need to buy stuff right? what do i get?" he asked, already making a mental note of the stuff he knows gemma gets.

"pads, tampons, heating pad, ice-cream, and a little stuffed animal. 'always'and 'tampax' are really good brands. oh, and make sure you get different sizes for different levels of blood flow." sarah instructed.

harry nodded along, keeping everything she said in mind.

"I'm gonna go and get her clothes now." sarah said. "oh and harry?"

he perked up.

"she's okay. this is apart of her growing up. don't go haywire and coddle her."

that afternoon, after amani was all situated, she stayed with sarah and max for awhile, before heading back to her suite she shared with her dad, harry.

as soon as amani walked in, she was met with her dad, who's face lit up proudly.

harry walked over to her, but it seemed like he himself had just gotten back. he was carrying bags, unbeknownst to amani, full of period products.

"I got everything you need, love." he said, holding out the bag for her. she could see boxes full of everything and more that's she would need, as well as snacks that he didn't need to, but wanted to buy for her.

amani blushed, feeling embarrassed yet loved. she had never expected that her period would be such a big deal to harry, or that he would even know what to buy for her.

he'd always been a little, over the top some may say, but still her dad's reaction took her by surprise. he was smiling, looking at her with love and warmth in his eyes. he wasn't even upset with her that she didn't tell him first.

when he noticed how out of place she looked, he smiled softly.

"hey, it's okay, amani. you don't have to be embarrassed," he said, handing her the bag full of goodies, that he'd definitely not let her indulge in on a regular day, being the health nut dad he is. "it's normal. you're growing up and becoming a woman now. couldn't feel anymore more prouder."

amani felt her heart pounding in her chest. she had never thought he would be this understanding and supportive. but as she thought of it, why wouldn't he be? all her life, no matter what she decided to do, her dad was always there backing her up.

she realized, her fear of telling him was irrational.

"thank you dad." she whispered, taking the bag from him and hugging him tightly.

harry hugged her back, holding her close.

"you're my daughter and I'm always here for you. I'm proud of you," he said, as tears started to well up in his eyes.

amani wasn't surprised by his emotional reaction, more so, she surprised herself when she also began to cry. she couldn't help feeling happy and loved. in that moment, she realized that the bonds of parenthood are not only about love, but also about understanding and support.

she was grateful to have harry as her dad and sarah as another woman in her life who filled the missing role in her life, and she knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what.

thank you so much for reading! ☕️ 🤍

requests are always open!

-fic rec masterlist-

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awomanindeniall · 3 months

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The Golden Luckenbooth (Babydaddy! Harry Styles x OFC)

Harry has a fling with the local vet while dogsitting for friends in rural Scotland... with longterm consequences.

#harry styles #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles x ofc #unplanned pregnancy #baby daddy #boyfriend!harry #dad!harry

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totally-yourz · 7 months

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Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship:

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters:

Draco MalfoyHarry PotterScorpius Malfoy

Additional Tags:

Getting TogetherDraco Malfoy is a dada really good cute dadharry is a shop owneralso there's smutAnal SexRimming

Language: English Collections: Drarry, Mint's Saved Fics Stats:Published:2018-04-20Words:10,055Chapters:1/1Comments:164Kudos:5,479Bookmarks:852Hits:40,391

papa says harry potter helps people

jilliancares

Summary:

Draco Malfoy is reintroduced into Harry's life when a little boy enters his shop, lost. The same little boy upends all his bookshelves, which Draco holds himself responsible for. It all kind of escalates from there.

#harry x draco #drarry #fic #harry potter

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taliesin-19 · 10 months

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I started university last October 2022. A huge step into the unknown and without friends that would be with me. searching for a good „single DadHarry “ fanfiction yours was the first one that popped up on google

And without knowing it, that fiction turned to be my comfort fiction. I don’t know how many reviews I left you, but I left a few. As a guest. Sometimes while rereading your story, it left me finding so many little things. They are sometimes so random, but after rereading them you find them and you laugh about them.

I really adored your story. It helped me a lot during my time in uni. Not having anyone (my one friend studied in another city) Uni was cold uncomfortable, long and grey.

I felt lost, many times.

I don’t think that you understand, the amount of gratitude and appreciation I have towards your story.

Grow young with me helped me, to stay positive.

I don’t know how and why, but it did help me a lot.

I loved Abby. I loved her so much, I wished she was real. A person I could be friends with.

And I loved your Harry too. Just our lovely little grumpy Harry, that is also a supportive friend/bf/husband :)

I can’t describe you how much this fiction helped me.

And I know you probably can’t understand how YOUR story could have helped some random 20 years old girl in middle Europa , but believe me, it was my light in the darkness.

Gywm has a place in my heart until the very end. There is no fiction that I have reread so many times like this. No non canon ship that I desired to read so much about, that I became obsessed with it!

So thank you, Tal! Thank you for sharing this beautiful story!

❤️

This is such a heartwarming message. Thank you so much for sharing. Writing GYWM has given me so much comfort throughout the years and it always makes me so happy to hear when others have felt comfort reading it, as well.

I hope things are looking up for you with University now 💕 And even though GYWM is nearing an end point, I'm confident I'll never really be done with the world. I'll always be adding things here and there 🤭

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cupid-styles · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/cupid-styles/738982167932223488/kids-art-teacheryn-x-single-dadharry

Ahhh YES! I love single dad!Harry and teacher!y/n tropes ❤️😍

Will this also be on Tumblr?

YES DEFINITELY!!!!!!!!! I haven’t written anything yet but I’ll prob post a sneaky to patreon if it ends up on the longer side :D I’ll keep u guys updated tho!!!!! thank you ily!

#bestie asks

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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thanks for the help!! i found the fic!!! it’s this if anyone was interested in reading it https://www.tumblr.com/lovecanyon/680347170921234432/capital-fm-interviews-harry-styles-dadharry-x

yayyy there it is for anyone interested!

#anon

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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If this isn't young dadHarry i don't know what is 😂😍

it is!!!🥹🥹

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stylessupremacy · 2 years

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"Dadda, you prwomised me"

Single!dad harry(non famous)

(Sorry if only one request is allowed, really love your work)

Omg, thank you!!! And I'll write whatever you would like to see me write!! :)

Today has been a rough day for the father-daughter duo. Harry had to make a short trip to the grocery store before heading over to his mum's house for the weekend.

Ophelia woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. She was not in a good mood. She was constantly throwing fits at every little thing Harry did.

In an act of desperation, Harry promised Ophelia she could have ice cream after dinner as dessert. He doesn't know what he was thinking besides trying to lessen the number of looks he was getting.

The small girl quieted down and listened to her father the rest of the day. Dinner went by smoothly even including when Harry had to use his firm tone to get Phee to eat her vegetables.

Harry sent Ophelia off to play in the living room while Harry finished helping his mother clean the dishes from their dinner.

Finishing up Harry walked into the living room to gather Ophelia and get her ready for bed. "Time for bed Phee," Harry said as he reached down to help clean up her mess of toys.

Ophelia looked up at her father with her bright emerald green eyes she inherited from him, "Ice cream?" Harry had completely forgotten his promise and really didn't want Phee having any sugar this late.

"Let's get ready for bed first," Harry said as he tried brushing the comment off and making a mental note to let her have some ice cream tomorrow.

"Bu- but daddy you promised," Phee said with tears brimming her eyes and maintained her tight hold on a toy Harry was trying to pick up from her.

Not really wanting any more tantrums from his little girl he gave into her - as he should for making such a promise. So Harry sat down with Ophelia and helped her eat - per her request, her chocolate ice cream with sprinkles.

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henrysteelsmurryme · 1 year

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on the desk (~800 words)

“Wouldn’t it be hot if we fucked on your desk?”

“Eileen, this is my office, my place of work. It’s not a place for sex. The bedroom is for sex.”

Eileen hums. “What about when we fucked in the bathroom?”

Harry pauses. “The bathroom can also be for sex–“

“–The kitchen?”

Harry opens his mouth.

“The living room? On the couch?”

He shuts his mouth.

Eileen continues, “What about the dining room? You specifically wanted to fuck on the table. We were on the bed and you dragged me down there–”

“–All right. Fine.” Harry stands, starts to undo his tie. He stares hard at Eileen, who has a surprised, excited glint in her eye. “You want to fuck in my office? On my desk? Fine.”

Eileen’s mouth falls open around a smile. She holds onto the edge of the desk as Harry wraps his hands around her thighs, pulling her legs apart and stepping in between them. He yanks her close and shoves his hips against hers. He shakes his head, giving her a look, an amused “what am I going to do with you?” sort of look.

Eileen just grins as he leans in for a kiss. She always gets what she fucking wants.

Harry unbuttons her pants and yanks them off her legs. He starts to unbutton his own, when Eileen sits up. “Wait, aren’t you gonna eat me out?”

He lifts his head and glares at her. “You wanna get fucked like a whore on my desk? Fine. But you don’t get special treatment.”

He leans forward and kisses her roughly, swallowing her whimper. His tongue immediately pushes into her mouth, and he pulls her closer.

His hand sneaks down and cups her center. Eileen’s already moaning and rolling her hips against his hand, trying to get some kind of friction on her clit.

Harry doesn’t grant it to her, doesn’t move his hand, just holds her heat as he kisses her.

Eventually, he pushes her underwear to the side and strokes his fingers up her slit. Because he’s not a total asshole, he gives her an orgasm as he stretches her out, rubbing tight circles on her clit.

He doesn’t give her much of a break, though. He drags her underwear off her legs and pushes her shirt up her body, yanking it off her head.

Now, she’s completely naked on top of his desk while he’s fully clothed, holding her thighs around his waist.

He’s starting to sweat, but the contrast in clothing between the two of them is too fucking hot to mess with. She really is acting like a whore, naked on his desk and begging for his cock. Harry wants her dripping onto his desk.

“Is this what you wanted?” He rolls the condom onto his length.

Eileen’s head tilts back. “Yes, yes, God, this is so fucking hot.”

“Is my little brat satisfied?” He grabs her thighs and pulls her closer. He grabs his cock and rubs his head along her slit before pushing into her.

Eileen lets out a whimpery moan. “She will be when she comes.”

Harry slowly pulls out, then slams back into her, immediately setting a hard and quick pace. “What makes you think you’re going to come? You think you deserve to after acting like a fucking brat?”

Her mouth falls open and she grabs the edge of the desk above her head. Her body rocks with Harry’s hard thrusts, her slick skin skidding along his desk. It hurts just enough for her to love it.

“I always deserve it,” she says quietly, her head rolling to the side. She lets out a loud moan. “Always give me what I want.”

Harry hums, his hips ramming into hers. “Think I spoil you too much. Maybe I’ll just get myself off, use you like the whore you’re acting like.” He gives her a particularly hard thrust, and she shrieks when his thumb attaches to her clit.

“Harry,” she says on a wispy exhale. Her eyes are glossed over as she looks up at him. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, and Harry does the rest, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her up.

He pulls her flush against his clothed chest, and presses his lips to hers.

She’s fallen soft in his arms, letting him hold her up and taking everything that he’s giving her. She weakly holds onto the open part of his shirt where a few of the buttons are undone. She kisses him back, sucking on his tongue and mewling when he bites her bottom lip.

The mood changes then. Harry’s thrusts slow down, his grip loosens and his fingers lovingly stroke her skin. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip before kissing her sweetly, one hand moving up to cup her jaw.

He can never keep up the dominant act for too long.

“I love you, honey,” he says against her lips. “So much. Gonna give you what you want, gonna make you come.”

“Fuck me so good.” Her head tips back, and she trusts that Harry won’t let her fall back. “Best I ever had, darling.”

Harry whimpers, pulling her closer and tucking his face in her neck.

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