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Baby Daddy | friends to lovers (to parents)
Summary: After you have a one-night stand with your good friend Harry and become pregnant he doesn't know for certain that the baby is his, but he has his suspicions.
A/N: Requested! Here & Here. This was originally posted on Patreon.
Word Count:Â 13,995
Warning, smut, pregnancy trope (there will be talk of y/n going through her pregnancy and all that entails but not in great detail), mention of abortion, alcohol consumption, teeniest bit of angst, lying, fluff
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You stared down at the pink double lines on the stick that indicated you were pregnant. How could it be? It was a one-time thing! Heâd only come inside of you once (and youâd also only had sex the once). How was it possible that he knocked you up? You shook your head and frowned as you sat down on the toilet lid and thought back to that night 7 weeks before.
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Harry was there for you. To console you after the gut-wrenching breakup with Joe. Which had kind of surprised you. Your roommate had been at work so you called your best friend, Erin, and she was busy already but told you sheâd see you the next morning as soon as she could. You called your cousin. Voicemail. And then you called Harry, not thinking heâd even pick up. But he did â I need to go out for a drink. Joe just broke up with me. Come get drunk with me.
Harry showed up at your apartment and wrapped you in his arms and you sobbed into his armpit, which smelled really nice you thought, and when you looked up at his face to tell him as much he laughed and kissed your forehead, âYouâre too adorable to cry. Come on angel. Letâs go get us a drink and talk about everything.â
One dirty martini got you yammering on and two had you sitting far too close with Harry grinning dopily. Three had you complimenting his green eyes I always thought you had the prettiest eyes Iâve ever seen⌠and spilling intimate details about you and Joe that no one else knew.
And four? Well⌠Four martinis had you pressed into the wall next to the bathrooms with Harryâs hot mouth all over yours as he confessed how heâd always wanted you. And then it had Harry calling a taxi to bring you both back to your place.
âShhh!â You giggled as Harry collapsed on your mattress and pulled you down with him making you nearly knee him in the balls.
âYou shhhh!â He pawed at your bum and then ran his lips against yours as he closed his eyes, mouth half-cocked in a smile.
You werenât being as quiet as you should have been. Your roommate couldâve heard you and Harry and that would just have opened up a whole can of worms you werenât willing to delve into.
See, not only did she think you were still dating Joe, you and Harry were good friends. Since grammar school. And your roommate was one of your closest friends who was also very good friends with Harry. So, keeping quiet while you were on your bed with him at 2 in the morning as you unbuttoned his jeans was imperative.
He was just trying to distract you from how upset you were about Joe. He bought you drinks and had a few of his own. He kept pulling at your lip when heâd see you start to pout, and heâd make a dumb joke or compliment you so youâd feel better. Then you two were laughing and swaying together on the dance floor to one of those popular radio songs that was kind of sexy with a slow beat, he whispered into your ear that you were cute, and then his hand found your hip and the whole world stopped.
Thatâs how Harry wound up in your bed pressing kisses to your neck as you both hastily undressed. Thatâs how he wound up between your legs, eating you out until you whined that you wanted him inside of you and so without care or thought about what could go wrong or what you were getting yourself into he slowly pushed himself in and you gasped.
âOooh, fuck that feels goodâŚâ he breathed when he felt you wrapped around him. Every rock of his hips pulled and then pushed his cock through your walls.
He whispered to you like that all throughout. Soft and sexy. His deep voice had you tingling and his cock had you absolutely gushing. Everything about having sex with Harry was intimate and sweltering. Youâd never been fucked so good in your life and even though you were still upset about your recent breakup, Harryâs dick and his dirty mouth were pulling you through the murky heartache a bit faster.
He fucked you so good you saw stars when you came. And the fact that you came in the first place was a feat in and of itself. Because Joe had never once made you come in all the time you dated him.
But it had been the best. It was just what you needed in that moment. His hands and lips on your body, his deep voice in your ear telling you how heâd always wanted to do that with you, messy hair, sloppy kisses, wet thrustsâŚ
And when he came you told him to come inside of you and you felt every bit of that as he pumped into you, gushes of his sperm filling your insides as he kissed you softly through his orgasm while you gently ran your fingers into his hair.
All of it was so good. It could have been like a fairytale, some sort of epiphany where two friends suddenly realize theyâve been in love all along and they live happily ever after. But the problem was you were both a bit tipsy and youâd fucked without a condom. And the following morning when he ducked out before Esie woke up was the last time you two ever spoke of your drunken night.
And now here you were with a positive pregnancy test that looked up at you tauntingly.
Youâd had your suspicions but hoped you were wrong. You started getting a touch queasy around 10 am while you were at work and your normal vanilla latte didnât sit right with your tummy anymore. And then there was the exhaustion. You were so tired you were falling asleep on the couch by 8 pm every night and Esie teased you about it.
But the biggest clue was when your period didnât come. You were regular like clockwork and you knew then but just didnât want to admit it to yourself.
You werenât sure what to do. You knew without a doubt it wasnât Joeâs. You two had been having issues a month before he broke up with you and you hadnât slept together since then. That left one option for the father and you certainly werenât going to tell Harry about it. At least not right away. You figured he didnât deserve to be tied down to you like that. Perhaps youâd just get an abortion, or maybe youâd have the baby and never tell anyone who the father was.
Whatever you decided, it wasnât going to be an easy decision.
. . .
âHarryâs here,â Esie spoke when you walked into your apartment after work. She was sitting on the couch, âIn the bathroom. Just wanted to let you know so you donât have a scare when he walks out. Youâve been so jumpy lately.â
You gave her a weak smile and nodded, âOh. Thanks.â
You kind of wished he wasnât in the bathroom. You had to pee badly. Maybe worse than you ever had in your life. That was another thing, as the weeks drew on your bladder somehow seemed to shrink and you were constantly peeing.
The moment he opened the door you raced past him to take your turn.
âWell itâs nice to see you too, Y/n,â he laughed as you pushed the door closed and sat on the toilet in relief.
There was no time for niceties. Your bladder was about to burst. And not only that⌠you were in a bit of a foul mood. As nice as Harry was, you just wanted to get into your PJs and curl up with a book and ginger tea to soothe your queasy tummy. You really werenât keen on entertaining him that evening.
When you finally joined the pair in the living room youâd already put on your comfy clothes and washed your face clean of makeup.
âOh, you staying in for the night?â Harry spoke as you plopped down into the soft cushion.
âYeah. Not feeling very good right now. Why? Are you guys doing something?â
Esie laughed, âY/nâs been really forgetful lately,â she turned to look at you and tilted her head, âItâs Harryâs birthday today, Y/n. We were gonna take him out. Remember?â
You groaned and dropped your head back into the couch cushion, âFuck. I totally forgot. Iâm sorry, uh,â you looked at Harry and forced a smile, âHappy birthday.â
He shrugged, âItâs fine. Just another day. You donât have to come if youâre not up for it, Y/n.â
You shook your head and pushed yourself from the couch to stand, âNo. Iâm coming. Let me just get dressedâŚâ
And yet the other thing that was becoming⌠well, a thing⌠was that some of your clothes were a bit too tight in the waist. In the morning you could put on almost anything from your closet and itâd feel normal. But by the end of the day, your clothes had suddenly shrunk. The first pair of jeans you pulled up your legs buttoned but they were tight. So you cursed and tore them off, kicking them away before settling on leggings and a sweater.
At that point, you were around ten weeks and you had yet to go to the doctor, which you knew was bad but you werenât sure what to do. Part of you wanted to have a baby, even if no one ever knew who the father was. But the other part of you wanted to continue on in life as you were before that night with Harry. Before you got pregnant.
Your small group of friends were already at the bar when the three of you arrived. Everyone ordered drinks and you had a water.
âNot drinking tonight?â Seth commented.
You shook your head, âNot feeling the greatest today.â
Harry sat down next to you and put an arm over your shoulder, âYou didnât have to come. I know youâre not feeling great. Stomach bug or something?â
You turned to look up at him and in that moment you felt a bit of relief. Like there was nothing to be scared of. Harry was a good guy. Someone you trusted and could rely on. Maybe having the baby wouldnât be so bad. Especially if it turned out anything like him.
âYeah, I think so. Just feeling blahâŚâ
âWell thank you for being here. It wouldnât have been the same without you,â he grinned and those damn dimples were like an elixir, soothing and restorative. Maybe it was pheromones or just being tucked under his arm so close or being given his attention, but you knew for sure that he was attractive, youâd always thought so. But now? It had morphed into some dreamy kind of residue that clung to you all the time. Made you wish you could just reach up and press your mouth to his. Tell him the truth and see what happened.
You thought about it often. That night. How ardent it was. Youâd never had it like that before. You two just fit together so well. Everything slid together like it was a key into a lock. He touched you just how you craved, his warm lips were sensual, his words, his voice, his body, his laugh.
Harry stayed by your side all night. Everyone sang him happy birthday and he pinched your arm when you told him he was getting old. You couldnât tell if that was just him being himself around you or if he was kind of flirting with you. But you brushed off that thought easily. He could have any girl he wanted and even though you sometimes wondered about the way he was looking at you, you couldnât allow yourself to get hung up on that.
You had bigger things to worry about. Much bigger things. And just being next to him with his fingers at your shoulder, his deep raspy voice in your ear, the subtle flirting⌠it was in that moment that you made your decision about what you were going to do with the baby.
After you finally booked your first appointment with your doctor your decision to keep It was crazy but you wanted it. Doing the whole single-motherhood thing might be insane but you were determined. Somehow you felt a connection to the little life growing inside of you and the idea of being without it suddenly felt worse than letting your life go back to the way it was before.
It was months before anyone caught on. Before your best friend Erin figured it out. You were glad that none of your friends were observant enough to notice too soon (and that the weather had been cool enough that your wearing baggy sweaters didnât raise any eyebrows). You felt like you needed those few months to adjust to what things were going to be like. To make a plan, to settle it within yourself that you were going to have a child and you were going to do it alone.
Well, mostly alone. You werenât sure when or if youâd tell Harry. It might have been selfish to keep it to yourself but somehow you felt like it would mess up his life. Heâd be forever stuck in your little town. Kind of like you probably would be.
âCan I ask you something,â Erin whispered as she pulled you aside.
You sighed. Youâd noticed her eyeing your belly region since you arrived at her house. And on that particular day in May, it was oddly sweltering hot so you refused to put on anything that would have you sweating more than you needed to. You were at the point in your pregnancy where your comfort started to take precedence over hiding what was happening in your body. You couldnât take it any longer. Five months pregnant and the baby was already bigger than was normal. Your doctor had made a joke that youâd have a 9 lb baby. Which didnât sound funny to you at all.
Of course, Harry would make a massive baby. You wondered if heâd been big when he was born too.
âI know what youâre gonna say and it is exactly what it looks like,â you put your palms on both sides of your growing tummy.
Erin flitted her gaze down to your tummy and up to your face as she put her hand over her mouth, âOh my god. Why didnât you tell me?â
âI needed time to let it sink in. Just didnât want to deal with talking about it really. Itâs embarrassing.â
Erin shook her head, âNo itâs not. You know you can trust me. Right? So itâs Joeâs?â
You blinked your eyes and looked down at the grass under your sandaled feet. Youâd rehearsed what youâd say to everyone but you hated not telling the whole truth, âI havenât gotten a paternity test butâŚâ you shrugged. Hoping that was enough. Not a lie but certainly not the whole truth.
 âOh wow. So he knocked you up and then broke up with you? Or wait⌠does he not know?â
You shook your head, âNo one knows. Except for you now. And the doctor of course. Oh, and my mom. Thatâs it.â
Erin was having a little backyard barbeque. Most of your friends would be there. You figured with your outfit, a pair of linen shorts with a stretchy waistband and a tanktop that should have been a bit breezier but instead was rather tight, people would notice. Not everyone had arrived yet but you were anticipating a coming out of sorts. It made you nervous but you couldnât really hide it anymore.
âSo no alcohol for you then,â Erin snickered as she placed two bottles of wine on the outdoor table.
âYeah. No booze for me for a bit,â you laughed with her. It was nice to have your best friend in the loop finally. You had wanted to tell her so many times. Nearly did the moment you saw the lines on the pregnancy test. But you just never found the right time to do it and selfishly you wanted to keep it a secret a little longer before everyone found out.
And just as you assumed, everyone who came, who knew you, took note of your obviously pregnant belly. Those who knew you asked about it, while those who didnât didnât. Most were perfectly polite. But your thoughts and attention were elsewhere because you were most nervous to see Harry. To face him and take in his reaction.
You were in the kitchen putting buns on a platter when he finally joined you. You hadnât really looked in his direction much when he arrived because you were too nervous to see his face when he noticed your belly.
âHey,â his voice was soft and disarming. You turned to look at him as he walked up behind you and squeezed your shoulders, âGonna tell me what this is all about?â
You looked down at your tummy and then pulled another bun from its package and shrugged, âWell, Iâm pregnant. What more should I say?â You laughed as you glanced at him and then back down to the platter. The words felt acrid because you knew why he was asking and now you were going to have to lie to him.
âI can see that, Y/n. How far along are you?â His expression was serious. He was clearly not in the mood for jokes and you could understand why.
Was he doing mental math? He probably was. Harry was not a dumb man. His first question to ask how far along you were indicated as much.
âAbout 5 months.â
It was silent for a moment. You crumpled up the plastic bag and looked at him and the expression on his face was telling.
âWhat?â
He shook his head and leaned his hip into the counter, taking the plastic from your hand, âIs itâŚâ he took a breath and searched your eyes, âIs the babyâŚ?â
You shook your head, âNo. Itâs Joeâs. Donât worry.â
A full-on, flat-out lie. You hadnât planned on lying directly like that but how could you tell him the truth? Youâd already dug your hole so deep, might as well keep going.
âYou sure? I mean⌠I thought you said that you two hadnât⌠like⌠we didnât use protection, Y/n,â he lowered his voice.
Letting out a breath you nodded, âDonât worry, Harry. Really. Youâre not on the hook for this. Okay?â
âYeah. Okay. Does Joe know?â You were surprised that he appeared⌠disappointed.
âNo. Hardly anyone knows,â you laughed, âWell, after today everyoneâs gonna know I guess.â
Harry carried the tray of buns outside for you. You told him you could do it. That you were on bun duty because it was one thing Erin would allow you to help with. But he insisted. In fact the rest of the afternoon he was doing lots of small things for you. Once you were seated to eat he gathered up all the sauces and brought them to you, asking which youâd like and spooning them onto your plastic plate. He refilled your cup with water every time it got low, helped you stand up when you started to get out of your chair after eating, and then brought you a cupcake when you mentioned to Erin how good they looked.
But Harry was kind of always like that. He was the sort of friend that did nice things for all of his friends. Except there was something this time. Perhaps it was just your own perception of it based on the little secret you had, but his attention was not taken for granted. You appreciated his kindness.
And before he left he pulled you to the side and hugged you into his broad chest, âLet me know if you need anything. Okay?â He cupped your face in his hands to look at you.
You nodded, âOkay. Thank you, Harry.â
. . .
Harry learned you hadnât gotten a paternity test when he talked to Erin about you. You had made it seem like you were sure it was Joeâs but how could you be so sure? The timing was suspicious to him, especially since you told him, the night you two had sex, that Joe hadnât touched you in over a month. And thatâs kind of what put everything into motion with Harry coming on to you. He felt like when you told him that, you were laying down some kind of hint. So that part he remembered clearly.
But he remembered everything quite clearly from that night. He might have been a bit tipsy but there wasnât a moment heâd forgotten. Like how he orgasmed inside of you. And how after heâd come you both laid together with his cock still inside of you as he gently rocked in deeper, which he was now sure had only pushed his come further into you.
And that had been so dumb. Of both of you. You asked him to come inside of you and he did without question. That was where his horny/tipsy brain let him down. But what choice did he have except to believe you when you told him the baby wasnât his?
He wouldnât press the issue but he wasnât going to ignore his suspicions either. Heâd push them down and choose to believe you but not without being a bit more watchful.
. . .
Once all your friends knew you were pregnant word spread a little faster than you preferred. You just hoped that it wouldnât get back to Joe because if it did youâd have to confess that you lied and then all hell would break loose. Or thatâs how it felt anyway. Maybe that was a bit dramatic of you with whole hell-breaking-loose talk but you were allowed to be dramatic!
All your life youâd done things the normal way. Under the radar. Never causing so much as a peep when you didnât like something just so you wouldnât offend anyone. You put up with a lot of shit from other people who didnât take your thoughts and feelings into account.
So now things were different. It was like being pregnant had changed you. Where you once were a quiet doormat, now you were a bit louder with demands.
âJesus. Whatâs gotten into you?â Erin laughed when you plopped down onto your couch after you just told her you had no desire for a baby shower and to drop it.
You put your hands on your belly, âThis. I think being pregnant has like changed my brain chemistry or something. I have no patience for bullshit anymore. And a baby shower? Really, Erin? That sounds awful.â
Erin sat down next to you and put her hand on your bump, âI like the new you. And I canât wait to meet this little one whoâs giving you this new attitude.â
You laughed, âYeah. Me too. The closer it gets the more scared I am but also really excited in a way.â
âYou realize Iâm throwing you a baby shower whether you say yes or not. I love your new gives-no-shits approach lately but come on, Y/n. You need things and if Joe isnât going to pitch in then you need help from all your friends.â
You knew she wasnât going to give up on the baby shower idea. You felt like a fraud, though. Gifts and a whole afternoon spent in your honor because you went and had sex without a condom?
âI know youâre gonna do it anyway. All I ask is that you donât make some big announcement. I donât want Joe to know about it or anything.â
Erin sighed, âWhy donât you tell him, Y/n? He could help you with everything too. And I know you two broke up but itâs something to think about ya know? Like he could pay child support and youâd have the father listed on the birth certificate and itâs good for like, health stuff too. Like anything that could be hereditary from Joe?â
Pursing your lips you looked toward the window. Youâd already decided on telling Harry at some point. Youâd gotten past the whole single mom, doing it on her own BS when the doctor told you the same thing. How important it could be to know the babyâs fatherâs medical history. You just hadnât figured out when to tell him yet. Timing would be important but the shame of having lied all along was really what was keeping you from telling him.
âYouâre right. The doctor told me the same thing. But, itâs not that easyâŚâ your pulse increased as you looked at Erin. You didnât know why but you felt the need to tell her everything. To come right out and just tell her. She was your best friend after all. You could trust her not to say anything.
âI know itâs not easy but come on⌠heâs gonna figure it out at some point. He was just at Sethâs house the other night when I went to pick up Marcy. Sethâs cousin knows youâre pregnant and so do half of his friends and if Seth finds out you know Joe will find out.â
Sighing you leaned your head back into the couch cushion behind you, âItâs not Joeâs.â
Erin was silent for a moment and then you felt the couch shift as she angled herself to face you, âOkay. And do you know who the father is?â
Nodding you turned your head to look at her, âDonât say anything to anyone. But itâs⌠Harry.â
Her eyes nearly bulged from her head as she stood up and paced in front of the couch, âHarry Styles? Our Harry?â She stopped and looked at you, shock on her face.
âYes. That Harry.â
She continued pacing, âHow? When did⌠butâŚâ
âIt was just one night. Right after Joe broke up with me we went out and he came back home with me and then that was it. Got knocked up from just the once.â
âHoly shit⌠Okay⌠OkayâŚâ Erin sat down and took your hand into hers, âHarryâs a really good man. I just know heâd be supportive and loving with the baby. I actually think Harry being the father is way better. This is actually,â she puffed out a laugh, âThis good news! Oh my god, this is⌠and I think you two would make the best couple. Heâs always had a crush on you andââ
âStop,â you put your hand up, âOne thing at a time. Okay? Iâm not thinking about any kind of romantic relationship right now. Iâm just concerned with getting this thing out of me healthily and figuring out how to tell Harry in the first place.â
âSo youâre gonna tell him. Okay⌠Listen⌠Iâm not going to tell anyone. You already know that. But this, Y/n⌠this is good. Okay? Harry and you? You donât need to be thinking about the future of your relationship with him right now but youâre set, girl. If Harryâs the dad? But you better figure out how to tell him soon. Heâs been talking to some chick he works with. I donât think itâs anything serious but stillâŚâ
Rolling your eyes you shook your head, âIâll figure out when to tell him. Itâll be when Iâm ready. And if he starts seeing this other chick then good for him. He deserves happiness.â
Erin scoffed and rolled her eyes, âYeah sure.â
. . .
You didnât realize how much it would affect you seeing Harry with someone else. The girl was cute. She was nice and her perfume smelled pleasant (which was good because you were very sensitive to smell as of late and most scents made you want to puke).
Harry had stopped by at Erinâs to drop off a few things he picked up for your upcoming baby shower while you were there and the girl was with him because they were on their way to a movie. A date.
The introduction was nice enough but you didnât like it all. You hadnât expected to feel the way you were. And it was your fault in a way. Maybe things would be different if youâd just told Harry already.
âHowâs our baby, doing?â Harry put his palm on your stomach and you could have burst into tears. The âourâ baby was innocent. Your tight-knit friend group all called the baby our baby, but somehow in that moment it just hit different.
Swallowing down your emotions you put on a smile, âItâs good! Super healthy. Just another month and a half and Iâll get to meet the baby. Itâs gonna be big, though. Doctor says it might be close to 9 lbs.â
Harry blinked and slid his palm down the thin material of your flowy maternity shirt over the bump and looked at you as if he was trying to speak paragraphs to you in a glance, âWow. Thatâs⌠big. And howâs the mommy? Are you feeling okay?â
You nodded and looked from the girl who was standing next to Harry looking at your massive tummy and then back up to Harry, âFeeling tired. And this thing is huge and heavy. But weâre healthy, soâŚâ you shrugged and Harry removed his hand from your tummy but he kept his eyes on yours.
âIâm glad youâre healthy. Thatâs the most important thing. Oh, and here,â he walked toward the table where he placed the shopping bags and pulled out a box of your favorite pistachio and vanilla cookies from the bakery you loved. âMade an extra stop to pick these up for you.â
Erin and Harryâs girlfriend or whatever she was stood and watched as your eyes teared up and Harry handed you the small container. He had been nothing but sweet and helpful to you during your pregnancy and all the regret you already had about not telling him came pouring out of your eyes in that moment. It was ridiculous.
âHey, whatâs wrong? You still like these yeah?â
You nodded as Harry pulled you into his arms, though the big bump in your tummy made it hard to have a proper hug, âIâm fine. Just emotional some days. Thank you, Harry. This is so so kind of you.â
You hated that this chick Harry was with had seen that. Hated that you were so sensitive and that Harry was with someone else. Hated that you looked like a bloated beluga and that your thighs were aching for no fucking reason. You hated that despite the gross feeling in your gut you wanted to devour the cookies like a starved madwoman.
âYou want me to stay? Want to talk?â His deep voice in your ear as he rubbed your back was calming. And if you were a sliver more selfish than you already were youâd say yes and have him stay with you and skip the date entirely and youâd revel in watching the disappointment on his dateâs face when he told her he was choosing you over her. Even though she was nice, that would have still felt really good.
But you wouldnât do that. Wouldnât interrupt Harryâs plans that way. Looking up at him you shook your head, âNo. Thatâs okay.â
The look on his face slowly transitioned from strangely hopeful and soulful to something like defeat. Disheartened. You pulled at his hand and smiled before mouthing thank you.
When Harry and the girl left Erin sighed, âI donât mean to be nosy or push you or make you feel like youâre doing something wrong but I really think you should tell him and do it soon. Did you see the way he was looking at you? Y/n⌠I know you saw that. Heâd drop everything for you. Heâd break up with that girl and I guarantee the moment you tell him itâs his heâd do anything. That man is smitten with you.â
You shook your head and took a bite of a cookie, âNo heâs not. Look at me? Iâm a mess. Everything is puffy, I can hardly move⌠look at this!â You lifted your hand up to show her your swollen fingers.
Erin laughed and pushed her fingers through yours, âBeautiful. Youâre gorgeous. Glowing. An entire life is being grown right here,â she put her hand over your tummy, âAnd Harry Styles is in love with you all while thinking this baby is someone elseâs. Mark my words, Y/n. The moment you tell him is the moment youâre gonna learn how far gone he is for you and how heâd do anything to make you happy.â
You laughed and shook your head but you did wonder. Because Harry had been a certain way with you since the day he learned you were pregnant. His doting and his gentleness were not something you could ignore.
. . .
The morning of the baby shower had been good. Your mother took you to get breakfast and you both walked together along the path near the lake for some exercise and fresh air. The only two people in the world who knew about Harry being the father were your mother and Erin. Your mother had met Harry before and she was quite fond of him. Everyone was fond of Harry, though.
âI just donât understand why you havenât told him, Y/n.â
âWell, itâs because I lied about it, Mom. I wasnât thinking clearly at the beginning of the pregnancy. I donât know if it was hormones or scrambled brains or what⌠Now Iâm sort of regretting it but Iâll figure it out. Heâll know soon. I just need to figure out how to break it to him.â
âHow to break it to him? Well, maybe something like⌠Hey, you. You knocked me up. This baby is actually yours and not Joeâs. Sorry for the inconvenience but thatâs the deal.â Your mom laughed, mimicking your voice.
You laughed and shook your head, âYeah itâll probably be something like that. I just hate that I lied about it. Because Iâm not a liar. I thought I was doing it to protect myself⌠I donât even really know what I was thinking but I will tell him. Soon.â
When you arrived at your apartment most everyone was already there. Including Harry. The place was filled with little decorations and baby things. A table overflowing with presents and some sat on the floor next to the table. Another spot where there was food.
You didnât know what the sex was going to be and didnât want to know until the moment it was born so the decorations were neutral colors with a few splashes of blue and pink here and there. It was cute.
âThere you areâŚâ Harry swooped in and took the tray of goodies your mom was holding and he kissed her cheek, âNice to see you! How have you been?â
You and your mother followed him to the kitchen, your mother giving you a knowing glance before she responded, âJust great. Everything is pretty much the same as it was since I last saw you, except now my baby is pregnant.â
Harry chuckled and once the tray was placed on the counter he draped his arm over your shoulder and hugged you, âAnd how are you?â
He always asked how you were. Always offered to help. Often would buy you random things he thought might make your pregnancy easier. Creams, pads for your back, nausea bands, teasâŚ
âIâm good. Closer and closer. How are you, Harry?â
Soft pink lips turned up as he kept his sparkling green eyes on you, âGood. Happier now that youâre here.â
You rolled your eyes at him and just as you were about to retort Erin popped into the kitchen, âThe lady of the hour! Come! I have to show you something!â
The baby shower was relatively fun. But it was tiring. It lasted longer than you had anticipated and you tried not to complain. Opening every present was a bore. A full-on snooze fest. Most things were just practical stuff youâd need. Lotions and powders, things to make bath time easier and safer, diapers, bottles, cleaning things for said bottles, a special baby food blender, onesies, socks, bibs, blankets⌠But you didnât complain because you didnât want to seem ungrateful.
It was a sea of pastel yellow, green, creamy whites⌠The cake was good, though. And finally, when everyone started to leave you felt like you could breathe. Having a small apartment packed full of people felt like you were a zoo animal on display. But the remainder were welcome and you appreciated that some straggled behind to help clean up.
Your mother left once all the dishes were clean and put away and then it was just you, Erin, your roommate, Harry, and two others who were helping put things away so you didnât have to lift a finger.
You were sitting on the couch with your legs propped up on a pillow when Harry sat down by your feet and pulled them into his lap.
âHey!â You laughed and started to pull away from him but the moment his thumb mushed into the tender part of your sole you gave in and relaxed your limbs.
âThat was easy. Thought youâd gripe a bit more. Feels good yeah?â
You nodded, âIt does feel good, actually. My feet are so swollen, though. Sorry.â
Harry continued kneading at your feet, rubbing sore spots and you were working to hold back your moans, âStop it. Your feet look fine. This is normal anyway isnât it?â
âWell, yeah but still. Even my fingers are puffy,â you laughed.
Erin sat down on the chair near the TV and smirked at you, âY/n doesnât believe it when I tell her sheâs glowing. Sheâs sexy as a pregnant woman isnât she Har?â
You narrowed your gaze at Erin in warning.
Harry laughed, his eyes on yours, âI think sheâs just as lovely as always. Pregnancy definitely suits her.â
Everyone else joined in the living room and you moved your feet from Harry with a quick thank you as you felt the baby kick. You put your hand on your tummy and gasped, âItâs kicking!â
âCan I touch?â Your roommate asked as she moved from her spot to make her way to you.
âYeah. Go ahead,â you smiled and showed her where to put her hand. But there was no movement. You poked at the spot and groaned, âAhhh⌠a tease, this one.â
Erin walked over and put her hand on your tummy. Nothing. The baby didnât budge. It often did this. Whenever youâd feel it move it stopped moving for anyone else. Not even your own mother had the chance to feel the baby kick in your belly.
Your two other friends also tested their luck, âItâs always like this. Iâm the only one whoâs ever gotten to feel it kick. I donât know what it is.â
âYou try,â Erin looked at Harry as she backed away to sit.
Harry licked his lips, âI mean⌠only if itâs okay. I donât want toââ
âItâs fine. If you want to itâs okay. Really. Probably wonât move but ya know. Why not?â You laughed.
Harry scooted himself across the couch to sit right next to you as he placed his hand over your tummy where you pointed.
âHey there, little one. Uncle Harry is here saying hello,â you watched Harry as he spoke in a soft tone. His deep voice had your skin prickling and your heart rate increasing. No one else really spoke to the baby and somehow seeing Harry do it drew the smallest bit of emotion up in your chest as he looked into your eyes and slid his thumb next to yours.
But then it kicked. The baby kicked and kicked again. Harry laughed and placed his other palm over your tummy so he was holding you with both hands and the little sucker was doing acrobatics all of a sudden.
âItâs never done thatâŚâ you spoke as you laid your palm over the space, âFor anyone but me.â
âItâs kicking for me,â he grinned and his eyes softened as he cooed in a hushed voice looking down at his hands, âHey baby. We canât wait to meet you.â
âMaybe itâs your voice,â you whispered and Harry looked like he was in awe. Eyes twinkling with emotion.
âI feel so special.â
âCan I try again?â Erin stood over you two. Harry moved his hands away and the moment her palm took over the place Harryâs was the baby stopped moving again.
You laughed and felt around, jabbing gently into your tummy, âI donât know why itâs doing this. Come on little human. Kick for ErinâŚâ
You caught Harryâs gaze on yours. He had a small smile on his mouth and his cheeks were flushed.
Erin shook her head, âAhh itâs okay. Nowâs not my time.â
âWe should probably get going.â The pair who arrived together both stood and said their goodbyes. Harry got up and went into the kitchen as you walked your friends to the door and thanked them for their help.
âGo talk to him,â Erin whispered in your ear.
âWhat?â You scrunched your face in confusion.
âHarry. Go talk to him. Heâs in the kitchen and I think heâs upset or something.â
âWhy would he be upset?â
Erin raised her brows at you and looked toward the kitchen and mouthed, âJust go.â
Sighing you waddled toward the kitchen and noticed Harry had his palms flat on the countertop as he looked downward at the platter of cupcakes silently.
âHeyâŚâ you gently put your hand on his tricep, âAre you okay?â
He looked down at you and nodded, âIâm fine. Just⌠needed a minute. Felt like it was nonstop today ya know?â He pushed himself from the counter and let out a forced laugh.
âOkay. You seemed upset just then. Wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.â
Harry opened his mouth and then closed it before he shook his head, âIâm fine. Thank you.â
âOh!â You reached for his hand and pulled over your tummy again.
The kicking was nonstop as long as Harryâs hand was on your tummy, âHi there. You wanted to say hello again, didnât you? I am flattered you seem to like me so much. Iâm your favorite, arenât I? Your secretâs safe with me little one,â he bent closer to your tummy to speak to the baby.
If he didnât give you butterflies before, well that whole exchange certainly did. You were aware your hormones were going bonkers too. Just seeing Harry had put you into overdrive, though no one would ever know it. Who knew pregnant women got so horny? Your doctor told you it could happen but looking at his big hands on your bump, the soft smile on his face, the look of something that could easily be mistaken for fondness in his eyes had your head spinning.
You laughed when Harry looked up at you and stood back to his full height, âWhat? Baby likes me more than the others. Pretty sure weâre gonna be best buds.â
A small breath fell from your lips at the thought. At Harry thinking it.
âI sure hope so. Just a little over a month. Doctor says could be sooner due to the size.â
âYeah. You said on track to be a big baby,â he smiled and looked down at his hand on your bump and then back at you, âWill youâŚâ he cleared his throat, âPlease let me know if thereâs anything you need or want. I can, you know, help. And⌠if you go into labor Iâd like to know. Iâm sure you already have a plan with your mother and Erin butâŚâ he trailed off his words as you put your hand over his.
âIâll let you know if thereâs anything. Youâve already been so helpful, Harry. Iâm beyond grateful for you. And when I go into labor Iâll make sure someone calls you.â
He nodded, âThank you.â
There was something about that moment. How tender and vulnerable it was. Your eyes locked and his hand on your tummy with the baby kicking inside. His baby. And it felt like he knew it too. Like he could see through your bullshit and he was just waiting for you to tell him the truth. Praying youâd spit it out once and for all.
And that had stuck with you. The moment the baby had kicked for him was like a signal for you. Some kind of omen or something (not that you believed in those kinds of things). It was time to tell him.
âYou wanna come over tomorrow and help me set up the crib?â
. . .
You slept like shit. Which wasnât too outside of the norm since Harryâd gotten you knocked up. His massive baby was pushing on all your organs and made it hard to get comfortable in bed at night. And just when youâd start to doze off youâd need to pee or there was a sharp pain or your leg would cramp up.
In short, by the time Harry arrived the following day to help you set up the crib, you were in a terrible mood. You were still going to tell him the truth but you were unsure of how it would all go down now that your mood was spoiled. Where youâd been so hopeful before, now you were doubtful. What if he was repulsed?
You had wanted time alone with him. Your roommate was out so it would be perfect. It felt like it would be better to tell him when no one else was around.
He brought croissants and jam and your favorite cookies. The moment you saw him with the bakery box in hand and a warm smile on his pink lips your bad mood was suddenly lifted slightly. Just the sight of him was a breath of fresh air.
When he sat the box down he pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead, âHow are you feeling today?â
You rolled your eyes because he was too perfect. Too sweet.
âIâm⌠well, Iâm tired. Didnât sleep much. This thing makes it hard to get comfortable and my back aches. But⌠weâll survive.â You laughed it off.
Harryâs brows pinched together, âOkay. Letâs get you off your feet then. Here,â he pulled you into your bedroom where the unopened crib box was sitting. He gestured for you to sit down on your bed, âSit.â He helped you scoot into the headboard and stuffed a pillow behind your back before he turned, âLet me grab the box in the kitchen.â
You watched him quickly exit your room and looked around yourself. He had no idea what kind of bomb you were about to drop on him. Your nerves were all over the place. You were sure that was part of why you didnât sleep well the night before. You couldnât put all the blame on Harryâs baby.
When he returned to the room with the pastry box and two plates, âCookie first? Or croissant with jam?â
âMmmâŚâ you looked into the box, â⌠cookie I think first.â
âCookie for mama⌠here you go,â he handed you a plate with a cookie and you huffed a laugh. God, just hearing him say that had your toes tingling.
Harry began to remove the parts from the box and handed you the instructions to read over, âOkay. Read to me what I need to do first.â He took a bite of a croissant.
âAttach small end panels A to posts D with lock washers and connector bolts. Here,â you turned it so he could see the figure in the picture with the parts and he began to put sections together as you read off the instructions.
You wound up getting up to help him even though he told you to stay put. You insisted anyway and handed him the small tools as you read the directions.
âThis is so much more work than I thought itâd be,â he laughed as he tilted the nearly put-together crib upright.
You covered your mouth and looked at its frame. It was almost as if none of what was happening was real until you saw the crib there, at the foot of your bed with Harryâs hand on one of the corner posts.
He reached out to rub your arm, âYou okay?â
Once again, your emotions and hormones were wrecking you. You sat down and Harry sat next to you.
Sniffing you nodded and laughed, âIâm okay. I just canât believe thereâs a crib in my room for a baby whoâs going to be here sooner than Iâm ready for.â
âI know itâs wild. I never really imagined what itâd be like to put a crib together before.â
You smiled sheepishly and looked down at your tummy. You wondered if the correlation between Harry being near you and making your heart race had something to do with the baby always kicking only for him. Especially when you looked into his eyes and he was looking at you like that.
âSo, uhâŚâ you laughed, âYou still seeing that one girl from work?â
Harry cocked his head and looked at you with an amused smile, âMaybe. Why? You never once asked about girls Iâm dating before.â
âOh⌠I was just curious. You donât have to answer or anything,â you frowned and moved to stand but your movement lacked grace and you only fell back into the bed and Harry put his hand on your back.
âI was teasing. You can ask me anything, Y/n. But itâs just casual. Havenât been out with her in a couple weeks. Might not see her again outside of work.â
âWhy not? She seemed really nice,â you were thrilled by the news but tried not to let just how thrilled you were show.
Harry laughed through his nose as he kept his eyes on yours, âJust cause. Kind of felt like I was leading her on a little. Never really was that into her.â
You nodded and pursed your lips to act casual but Harryâs hand was still on your back and your roommate was coming home soon and you needed to tell him. It felt like your room was closing in around you. It was time.
You inhaled deeply and swallowed, âUm⌠I need to tell you something. Itâs kind of big andâŚâ another deep breath and the feel of Harryâs hand soothingly rubbing your back that felt like he already knew what you were going to say as if he were coaxing it out of you gently. âUhâŚâ
âItâs okay. Take your time.â
You smiled at him before closing your eyes and blurting out the words, âJoeâs not the father.â
Harryâs soft caresses slowed down as he pushed his hand upward to your shoulder, âI kind of had a feeling it wasnât his.â
Popping your eyes open you looked at Harry, âYou⌠didnât think it was Joeâs?â
Harry shook his head, âFelt like you werenât telling me everything. Are you gonna tell me who the father is then?â He raised his brows. He knew. He already knew. But he needed you to say it. To tell him. You could see it in his expression that he knew.
âWell, that kind of just leaves one person, doesnât it?â
âI donât know. You tell me, Y/n.â He wasnât going to make this easy but of course you deserved that.
Pushing out a breath you nodded and put your hand on your tummy, âItâs⌠you.â
Harry nodded his head as he kept his eyes on yours. You swallowed thickly when he removed his hand from your shoulder and stood up before running his fingers into his hair and began to laugh.
You didnât know what was going through his head but his reaction was⌠well it wasnât what you imagined and now you were wondering if you should have just kept it all in. Never told him or anyone the truth. Because letting another full human being into the mix was daunting. Harry had his own life and hobbies and he was dating and he was in the process of looking for a house to buy and heâd recently talked about getting a dogâŚ
You started to spiral in your thoughts, regretting that you told him at all. Feeling like youâd just made a grave error when you felt Harryâs arm slide behind your back, âHey⌠come on. Donât cryâŚâ
It hadnât even dawned on you that you were crying. You were too overwhelmed by the feeling of rejection and embarrassment to take note that tears were pouring out of your eyes.
âSorry!â You squeaked and hid your face in your arm, turning away from him.
Harry pulled you in closer and smushed his lips to your temple, âShhâŚâ
You gasped to catch your breath and felt the warm singe of embarrassment still frothing over your skin. The tears werenât helping anything because now you just looked like a lunatic. Unable to form words or look him in the eyes. Youâd even put on mascara before he came over so youâd look cuter when you told him he was the baby daddy.
âWeâre gonna have a baby,â he spoke against your hair and ran his hand up and down your arm gently.
You laughed and buried your face into his clavicle.
âCan I tell you something, Y/n?â
You nodded, and a muffled okay came from your mouth as you kept your face tucked away.
âCan you look at me first?â
âHarry my face is gross. You donât want to see thisâŚâ
âNothing about you is gross. Youâre breathtaking. Please look at me.â
Another puffed laugh fell from your mouth. Breathtaking. That was a bit of an exaggeration.
You slowly pulled your face away from his chest and tilted your head up to look at him. The grin on his face stretched upward and he ran his thumbs under your eyes, âLook at you. Nothing gross here. Bit of makeup down the face. You donât need this stuff anyway,â he wiped the smudged mascara and you brought a hand up to wipe with him.
âSorry⌠I should know better than to put mascara on these days. Everything makes me cry,â you ran your fingers under the delicate skin of your eyes as Harry continued wiping at your cheeks.
âItâs an emotional thing. All this. Good to get a cry in here and there.â
You laughed and sniffled. Harry didnât let his pupils stray from yours.
âSo, listenâŚâ he inhaled, âI want to be with you. I have wanted that. When I learned you and Joe broke up I thought that was my chance. But then we slept together and I thought you regretted it. You kind of acted funny around me for a bit after that so I backed off. But really, I wanted to scoop you up and make you mine. Figured maybe you just needed time to get over Joe.â
You were stunned. You blinked your eyes and shook your head, âYou⌠I thoughtâŚâ A breath fell from your lips.
âItâs okay if you donât want me like that. But I do want to be part of this,â he placed his hand on your pregnant belly, âThis is ours. I want to help. I want to do everything I can to be there for you.â
âYou want to be with me? LikeâŚâ You blinked in disbelief.
âYes. Like Iâm in love with you.â
Heâd just blurted it out so casually. As if you werenât in a delicate state and that sentence couldnât send you to your grave. As if those words wouldnât have your head spinning and your heart raging behind your ribcage. As if him loving you was the most obvious thing.
âWhaâ you⌠Iâm surprised. I⌠love?â
âIâm sorry. Maybe I should have waited for that one. But you did just tell me Iâm the dad so⌠call it even,â he laughed.
âYouâre laughing? Harry⌠this isâŚâ you started to tear up again as you pushed at his chest. Heâd waited all this time to admit he was in love with you and somehow it just seemed unfair, âYou should have told me. This would have all been so different.â
âAnd you should have told me, Y/n. I could have been here with you. Could have driven you to every appointment and we could like⌠talk about everything and⌠be together. If you even want that.â
He was right of course. If youâd just told him sooner maybe everything would have fallen into place. Maybe it wouldâve been easier.
âWell, what do you think?â
âYouâre right. I should have told you much sooner. So this is my fault. Iâm⌠I just didnât expect you to tell me you love me.â
Harry folded his big palm over your hand and pulled your fingers between his, âI tried doing everything I could to make it obvious to you. Iâm still wondering what you think about it, though.â
âItâs... I really like you. I havenât thought about it too deeply, though. I didnât want to focus on you too much because you were dating that girl andââ
âForget about her. Took her to one movie. Went out to lunch twice. Not so much as a peck on the cheek. Wouldâve flaked on our date had you told me to stay that one day. Remember that?â
You nodded and smiled, âYeah. I do.â
âSo tell me what you think. Just be honest. I can handle it. Iâm a big boy, Y/n.â
You forced air through your nose, âOkay. I like you. I think it would be nice to be in a relationship with you and do this together. Iâm sorry I lied to you.â
âDonât worry about that. Itâs in the past. So, you wanna be with me?â
You nodded. It all didnât feel real. Harry was this gorgeous man, the whole package with his shit together while you were a swollen, hormonal, puffy-faced girl who had no idea what she was doing.
âGood. Now, I promise Iâll finish the crib but can I kiss you? Want to kiss you so bad.â
You sputtered out a laughed yes and rolled your eyes but Harry slid his hand to the back of your head and cut off your exasperated laugh with his mouth over yours. And all the apprehension and uncertainty, the disbelief and the worry melted away as his lips smushed against yours.
And as it was, you were already halfway there â to horny. Lately, thatâs just how you were; Always at the tip of horny and tired. But when his tongue slipped into the seam of your lips your response was to push your tongue against his and place your fingers through his hair, nudging yourself closer.
You didnât stop there, though. Your other hand found his thigh and you flexed your fingers over the dense muscle. The memory of the night you slept together came rushing back. His body was solid and broad and no matter where you touched him it lit your fingertips like flint.
He placed his hand over yours and pulled your fingers upward, âY/nâŚâ he breathed your name as if he needed to hear it spoken out loud again. It was desperate. Starved. The man was starved. You wondered if the last time he had sex was with you. Selfishly you hoped it was. And selfishly you hoped heâd want to fuck you again.
You felt his hand on your jaw and then his thumb press into your cheekbone, âI missed this mouth, Y/n. I need youâŚâ
He drew his mouth down to your neck and you felt him tongue at your pulse point. A shattered moan escaped your throat when he collared one side of your neck with his big palm and continued brushing his lips on the other.
âI need you too, HarryâŚâ The sentence drizzled into the air like a steamy mist. And then his hand was on your breasts. Your very tender and achy breasts, âOh god!â
Harry parted from your neck, âAre you okay?â
âIâm⌠god Iâm justâŚâ you didnât want to say it but you needed it. Needed him. Craved him, âReally, really turned on. Itâs been like this for a bit. Itâs my hormones.â
Harry pushed a laugh through his nostrils, his heavy gaze dropped to your blouse-covered breasts and then back to your eyes, âHormones? Is there anything I can do to help with that problem?â
His question was cheeky. The edge of his lips flitted upward teasingly and you laughed, âYeah. I think you can help.â
Harry licked his lips and pressed his nose against yours, âTell me what I can do. What do you need?â
His breath was humid against your mouth as you reached for him with puckered lips, an attempt to just get back to it but he backed away from you, dimples carving into his cheeks, âAh ah ah⌠I asked you what you needed, Y/n. Whatâs gonna make you feel good?â His fingers trailed down over the fabric on your blouse.
âI want to have sex. Youâre the only man whoâs ever made me come and I canât stop thinking about that night.â
âReally? No one else has ever made you come before?â
You shook your head, âNo one else.â
A sudden visage of something like pride and plume took over his face, âAnd you want that again, do you? Want me to make you come, Y/n?â
âYes.â
Harryâs hands were gentle as he pulled you back into his arms and smeared his mouth over yours until you found yourself lying on your side facing Harry with his hands on your round belly, âThis is mine? I did this to you?â
âYep. Got me knocked up on the first try,â you splayed your hands over his as he brought them down to the stretchy hem of your blouse and bunched at the material to move it out of his way and expose your tummy.
âItâs not cute. Iâm sorry,â you watched as your shirt was lifted and Harry was confronted with the sight of skin stretched tight over your belly.
Dragging his fingers over your bump and to your tits he shushed you, âSo cute. The cutest. Thatâs my baby in there. And youâre so sexy like this.â
He sat up to his knees and helped you out of your top, revealing the thick strapped greige maternity bra that fully covered every inch of your breasts. With his eyes on yours, he reached around to your back to unhook the tiny metal clasps until your straps shimmied free.
His lips parted as he peeled the fabric away from your engorged tits, âOh fuck, babyâŚâ He pawed at them and softly kneaded in his palms over the flesh, âFeels okay? I donât wanna hurt you.â
âYes. It feels so good with your hands on me.â
He moaned as his pupils roved every inch of your skin, dipping down to pull his tongue over and around your nipples only stopping to softly suck before his plush lips feathered kisses down your torso and the sides of your belly.
His fingers slid into the waistband of your pants, âTaking these off, all right?â He peered up at you.
Your chest was already heaving as if you were in the middle of being fucked and you nodded, âOkay.â
The nice thing about maternity wear was that it was easy to remove. Harry got you out of your cotton and lycra pants before you had time to feel shy about letting him see the kind of mess youâd made of your panties. Also greige like your bra.
âAnd clearly we need to get you out of these things too, Y/n,â he tutted as he cupped the meatiest part of your hips with his palms, âDonât we?â
You giggled and nodded, âI know itâs a mess. I just canât help it. The doctor said itâs normal to be like this.â
âPoor thing,â he looked down at the wet stain at the front of your panties, âCouldâve been taking such good care of you all this time.â
You felt your panties slip down your hips before cool air hit your wet pussy and you closed your eyes, âSorry. Havenât shaved down there or anything since⌠wellâŚâ
Harryâs graveled moan was accompanied by the feel of his hands on the insides of your knees as he pushed you open, âItâs beautiful.â
You opened your eyes to look down at him between your legs and his dark pupils were already on yours, âReally?â
âReally. Everything about you is soâŚâ he smoothed his palms up the insides of your thighs from your knees and then paused, âI forgot. Itâs not good for you to be on your back too long. Isnât that right?â
You laughed and pushed yourself up by your elbows, âYeah. Thatâs true. Did you read that somewhere?â
He nodded, âNot ashamed to admit I did in fact read that somewhere. So, would you like me to eat you out? And if so,â he teased his fingertips into your thighs, âWhatâs most comfortable for you?â
âI mean, yeah Iâd like that but⌠truly unnecessary given the state Iâm in.â
âThe state youâre in? You mean pregnant?â
You chuckled, âI mean given how horny I am. Iâm just saying you donât need to prep me or anything.â
âOh, I can see you need no prepping. Itâs not so much about that as it is just making you feel good. Get comfy. Iâm gonna lick your pussy.â
Another laugh fell from your chest when you heard the front door to your apartment close. Esie was home.
Harry clambered off the bed and shut your door in haste, âFuck. I didnât know she was coming back so soon.â
You scooted yourself back into your pillows, âWeâll just keep it quiet. But I do have one request.â
He raised a brow at you as he returned to your bed placing one knee on the pillowtop mattress with his palms down as he awaited your request.
âCan you take your shirt and pants off? I feel really⌠on display like this while youâre fully dressed.â
Harry grinned and pushed himself back to plant both feet onto the floor as he pulled his shirt off and then worked at his jeans, bringing them down his legs. You didnât care that Esie was home. You needed to be fucked. You needed Harry. And the more skin and ink he revealed the more your mouth watered.
Just like 8 months before, he was an impressive sight. All tall and lean muscle (but kind of soft in some spots), inky drawings over long, well-thewed arms, and a broad torso with pecs you could bite into.
He climbed back into bed with you, quickly invading your space with the expanse of his body swathing over you like a mantle before he brought his hands to cradle your face and pressed his lips against yours.
He lowered his palms and groped at your tits, a bit rougher this time, but it only elicited a lewd mewl from your throat. Sensitive as they might be, having Harry touch you at all could only be a good thing.
âYou like that, do you?â Harry spoke against your lips with a jesting tone.
You responded with a squeaky bleat to the affirmative when you felt him put pressure on your nipple, smushing it just between his thumb and middle finger.
He licked up from your bottom lip and ran his tongue over yours when you felt his fingers reaching for your other nipple.
Two loud knocks on your door startled you both, âHey Iâm home! Just letting you know!â
âOkay, thanks, Esie!â You and Harry quietly laughed as he put his palms on your knees.
âDo you think she was just telling you she was home, or reminding you to keep it down in here because she could hear us?â
You shrugged, âI donât know. I mean⌠I doubt she thinks I have a guy in my bed right now. Much less it being you.â
Harryâs grin softened and he resumed from where you left off before Esie interrupted, this time his lips started at your neck. You relaxed back into the pile of pillows as you watched Harry slowly move further away until he was mouthing at your hips and peering up at you.
But then you felt his finger. It was just one but you felt it tickle at your crease. He ran it lightly along the seam of your pussy up and down before finally dredging in, parting your labia, and slicking it through your pussylips, completely wetting his finger.
Harry kissed at your mons and the curve of where your belly began to extend upward before bringing his lips back down closer to your throbbing clit but not quite there.
When he circled his finger at your slick entrance you rocked your hips, needing to feel his finger pushing inside of you. He kissed your skin at the apex of your thigh with a smacking sound and then finally thrust in, reaching through your insides and then pulled back, hooking his finger upward so it bumped into your spongy g-spot.
But the moment you felt his warm mouth kiss your clit and then tongue all around the tender and needy nub you gasped and reached down to put a hand in his hair, âYessâŚâ
Harry was surprised by how turned on you were. Slippery and puffy and heâd hardly touched you. But heâd read about how some pregnant women can be very horny until the end of the pregnancy. Ever since the day he learned you were pregnant, even though you told him it wasnât his, he still learned what he could. Everything from how the body changes and what you might be going through and feeling, to nutritional needs, as well as the best sex positions (he was just a man after all). He never knew most of the things he learned and he was glad for it now that he was getting to have you again.
He wished youâd have told him, though. Wished he could have been there for you emotionally and physically⌠whatever you needed heâd have done it. But god it would have been so sweet to have been able to call you his girlfriend and show you off to everyone then take you home and fuck your horny little pussy every night.
No need to dwell on the past, though. He was absolutely over the moon that you finally told him and that his suspicions were correct. He was ecstatic you wanted to be with him so heâd make the most of it.
And the small squeaks and pants you were making as he fingered and sucked your clit were all good sounds. Hot. You were hot. So fucking sexy. He really loved how needy you were too. As big as your tummy was, you were grinding your hips down over his finger and lifting into him.
He couldnât see your face from his spot but your fingers in his hair and the quiver of your thigh told him all he needed to know.
âFuckâŚâ you breathed out, quiet as you could, âOhhh⌠shitshitshit!â
Your pussy pulsed and squeezed at his finger as you began to come. You draped your free arm over your mouth to cover up the gasps and hitched breaths as much as you could.
Heâd never in his life made anyone come so fast. He had hardly gotten himself warmed up but there you were, shaking and sighing as you orgasmed into his mouth and around his finger.
When you began to close your thighs around his head and roll to your side to escape his mouth he pulled his finger from your pussy and gripped onto your hips to keep you still so you didnât fling yourself off the bed.
He sat up and looked you over, smoothing his hands over your arms and to your tummy, âThat feel good?â
You laughed and nodded, âUmm. Yeah, Iâd say that felt good.â
Harry leaned down and peppered kisses to your tummy and pushed you to your side before he tucked himself behind you and pulled your back to his chest where he began to smush wet kisses to your neck, âYou came so fast. Youâre so sensitive, Y/n.â
âMmmmâŚâ you closed your eyes and then felt the bulk of his cock pressing into your backside. He was still wearing his boxer briefs. You pushed your ass back against him and heard a lusty moan vibrating over your ear.
You wanted more, unsurprisingly. Every time you masturbated lately it was two or three orgasms per go, which had never been the case before you got pregnant.
Harry rutted into you, his cock solid and aching. He hadnât had sex with anyone since you and now he was desperate to get his cock wet. Desperate for you. No one else did it for him after you.
âGetting my underwear all wet,â he breathed his words between kisses and rocks of his hips, âYou need some more, Y/n?â
Harryâs hands were cradling your tummy and rubbing at your tits as he humped against you and you nodded into your pillows, âI need more. Want you inside of me.â
Music to his ears. âYeah? Need so much from me, donât you? Need my baby in your womb, and my cock deep inside at the same time?â
âFuck⌠yes I doâŚâ
Harry leveraged himself up by one arm and pulled his underwear down his legs as fast as he could manage. His cock was throbbing and weeping at the tip already. He hoped he didnât disappoint this time around because he was certain he wasnât going to last long.
You turned to watch him and reached down behind you to wrap your fingers around his cock as he settled back onto his side. You felt the dribble of precome at his slit and spread it down his cock slowly, âI just wanna make sure⌠I know we slept together without a condom once but, like⌠I donât know if you were sleeping with anyone else orââ
âYouâre the last person I slept with. But we canââ
You moaned, cutting off the rest of his statement where he was about to suggest a condom, âOh good. Just fuck me then.â
Angling his thick cock to your entrance you raised your hip to guide him in and with an easy thrust forward he spread your pussy apart and drove into you languidly. You both moaned in relief. You kept yourself turned to look at him as he entered you until he was pasted against your ass.
When he reared back and pushed in you laid your head down on the pillow. Every inch of him getting stuffed into you was filthy and wet sounding.
Harry kept a slow pace as he buried himself in and pulled back before thrusting into your sloppy wet hole. His balls were already squeezing as he rocked into you, âPussy feels so good, Y/n. Fuck babyâŚâ
You slid your fingers over your clit and buried your face into the pillow as you moaned his name. He could hear your muffled noises and he leaned back so he could see as he split you apart on his cock.
Everything was wet between your legs as he watched himself slide in and out, his cock coated in your cream already. Sloppy thrust after sloppy wet thrust. He dragged his thumb over the space of your pussy where you were gripping around him as he rolled into you, feeling the way you stretched for him.
You felt the liquidy heat of your orgasm slowly seeping through your nerves and your organs with every slick plunge of his cock. He filled up the space of your pussy just right, every stroke of him through your aching core glided against all your secret little crevices, bumping your g-spot and slithering through to your guts.
Youâd done well to keep quiet as quiet as you were. Youâd gotten good at quietly coming over the years of having a roommate. But Harry was testing this skill of yours.
âWrapped around my cock like you needed it, baby. Listen to how creamy you are,â he inhaled sharply through his teeth before continuing to whisper into your ear, âAll for me. Gonna make you come as many times as you want. Buy you a house where we can raise our little family together. Fuck all my babies into youâŚâ
Harry didnât know exactly what he was saying. He was delirious; holding back his orgasm as he felt you trembling around him. He grunted as he continued, âGonna keep you satisfied, take care of you and our baby. Protect youâŚâ
His words werenât all that filthy. Not as filthy as they could have been but somehow the talk of raising a family with him and protecting you pushed you off the precipice and over the edge. You bit your lip and your whole body trembled as you hastened your fingers on your clit.
âShit⌠holy shitâŚâ Harry breathed out when he felt you coming around him and practically convulsing in his arms. You moaned as quietly as you could but his hips were slapping into your ass as he fucked you through your release.
Youâd never come so hard in your life. You were sure it was because you were having actual sex with a man youâd wanted for so long all while your hormones were going haywire. Your pussy pulsed and fluttered, clenching on Harryâs cock as he squeezed his eyes closed and choked out a gasp, gluing his hips to your bum, grinding in and began to pump his come into your cunt.
He thought he could wait until you were done but you kept coming and shaking, your pussy vibrating over him like a siphon trying to milk him. He couldnât resist, âFuck!â
His cock throbbed violently inside of your warm channel as he emptied every drop of himself into you, holding you close as he rutted inward, dredging his cock as deep into your pussy as it could go.
He felt your hand reach over his forearm and rub as he opened his eyes and caught his breath. You were sweaty and gorgeous lying on your side all fucked out with your eyes closed and a satisfied smile on your lips. He kissed your cheek and squeezed your bum in his palm.
âI love you, Harry.â You whispered.
Youâd said it back, finally. Harry leaned over to see your face, âSay it again?â
Opening your eyes you sighed and turned your head to look up at him, âI love you.â
Harry tilted your chin toward him and kissed your lips softly, âI love you, Y/n.â
It would have been bliss to have just stayed like that in Harryâs arms, with his soft pink lips dragging over your skin all night. Perhaps another round even. But there was the matter of the unfinished crib and your roommate, Esie who was about to find out about you and Harry.
âPromised you Iâd finish the crib before I left,â he pecked at your cheek and sat up.
âWhy donât you stay the night?â
âYou sure? That means Esieâs gonna know.â He grinned.
âIâm positive. I think itâs about time everyone knows.â
He couldnât have agreed more.
. . .
Watching Harry holding your baby was like something out of a dream. He was standing, cradling her little head with his big palm and kissing her soft peach fuzz forehead between whispered words you couldnât hear.
When he finally turned to set his eyes on you the look on his face was unlike anything youâd ever seen from him before. It was awe and love and overwhelm and joy all wrapped up in his eyes.
âI love her so much. And I love you. I canât even describeââ he blinked the tears from his eyes as his lip quivered and you reached out toward them.
âCome here. Sit with me.â You beckoned.
Harry sat next to you on the hospital bed and situated the little one into the crook of his arm between you two. You reached up and ran your fingers into his curls, âI love you, Harry. Iâm so happy. Both of you make me happier than Iâve ever been. Iâm glad we ended up together.â
Harry leaned in, carefully so as not to smush the precious life in his arms, and gave you a chaste kiss, âMe too, Y/n. I canât believe how perfect she is. How amazing you are. Iâm just blown away right now.â
You breathed out a laugh as you both stared down at the life you two had created. A beautiful sleeping bundle and she was all yours. All his. When her little lips stressed open and she let out the tiniest crackle of a yawn your heart felt like it was going to rupture from being so full of love.
âSheâs beautiful, Harry. Look at her.â
âI know. I canât take my eyes off her.â
You were exhausted but flying. Every kind of happy chemical; oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins were all flowing through your veins unencumbered. The labor was a difficult one, though. Harryâs baby was big. She came out at just under 9 lbs and you learned that Harry was a big baby as well. You cursed him a few times but after everything was said and done you couldnât have been happier.
You fluttered your gaze from the man holding your child to the sweet little thing in his arms over and over. Your little family, all whole and healthy and happy.
âYou should get something to eat, Harry. You havenât eaten.â
He looked at you, those starry green eyes that could melt you right into your bed, âYou just want to be alone with her donât you?â
Shaking your head you laughed, âI mean thatâs really not the motivation. I was just thinking about how weâre all healthy and itâs the most wonderful thing. But you havenât eaten. I havenât seen you eat anything since before I went into labor. Itâs been like a whole day, more than a whole day, Harry. And while I scarfed down my jello and the little protein drink you were holding her and you havenât left my side so you have to be hungry.â
âI am a little. I donât want to leave, though. I feel like I have to be here in case anything happensâŚâ
Cupping his cheek you shook your head, âNothing will happen to us. The cafeteria is still open. You can get something and bring it up here. My mom wonât be back for another hour or so. Just grab a snack even. I need you healthy.â
Harry leaned into your palm and closed his eyes, âOkay.â
He placed your daughter into your arms and kissed your forehead as he gently caressed her cheek, âIâve got the two most beautiful girls in the world. Iâm the luckiest man alive.â
âI think youâre just as emotional as I am right now,â you laughed. âNow. Let me have a minute alone with my daughter while you grab a quick snack.â
âOkay, Mom. Youâre the boss.â
You took his hand, âHurry back, Dad.â
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Trying II**
HERE IT FINALLY IS! I hope you guys enjoy the conclusion to this AU! If you want more of this pair feel free to request updates on them! Read Part I and related blurb here!
Warnings: dirty talk, P in V (unprotected), breeding kink, free use kink, light gagging, edging and orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral sex (fem receiving), slight pain kink, alcohol consumption, mention of minor fertility issues
WC: 8.2K
Life had taken an extremely eventful turn for both, you and Harry in the last few months. For Harry, the opportunity to expand his business had risen very suddenly. The unit beside the brewery was a boxing gym and they had outgrown the space. Harry worked out there sometimes so he was friends with the owners and when they decided to relocate they asked him if he was interested in buying the space before they put it on the market. After talking about it with you and crunching some numbers he had bought it and now was in the middle of renovating. Obviously, this took a lot of his time and Harry had been really busy with the brewery as of late and it would stay that way for a few more months.
He had big plans for this expansion. He was going to expand his beer selection and also start working on brewing three of his own beers. The brewing portion was the first thing they were getting set up for the inspection and licensing process so that he could start fermenting his own brews on site. You were so proud of him and everything that he was doing but you missed having him around as much as you had previously. His expansion project pushed you to become an adjunct for an art class at the community college to bring some money in and also stay busy, so you truly hadnât been smothering each other as much as you normally were.
On top of things shifting in your work lives, you had learned that you werenât ovulating every cycle. Youâd always assumed that if you had a period you had ovulated, but apparently that was not at all the case. It took you nearly six months with no success at pregnancy before you went to the doctor and had some tests done. Your hormones were a bit out of whack, thankfully no abnormalities had been found, so you had just been taking some medication to help block estrogen receptors and encourage the release of an egg each cycle. You had been on this treatment for three months now and you were very optimistic about it. More than ever before you felt and recognized the phases of your cycle more markedly, especially when you ovulated or were getting close. Sure, you were a naturally horny person to begin with but this was something else. It was like you had no resolve whatsoever. And despite the decrease in scheduled baby-making time because of your busy schedules, these changes had led to far more spontaneity in your sexual life with Harry. Like nowâŚ
âBabyâŚâ Harry laughed breathily as you pulled him into the bathroom of the little bridal cottage of the vineyard you were currently at for a friendâs wedding. âWh-what if Darci comes back for something and-â
âSheâs not. Sheâs busy fake-crying at the toasts.â You assured him as you reached for his belt buckle. Harry chuckled into your kiss and his laugh morphed into a raspy groan as you slid your hand down the front of his slacks and groped over his semi-erection. You loved the way his cock fattened up so fast for you. As much as having a taste made your mouth water, you needed him inside of you and rearranging your guts more. âPlease fuck me, daddy. Iâm so fucking horny for you.â You said in a small voice as you peered up at him. Those, pretty eyes holding such an innocent look in them absolutely melted him to his core. Â
He smirked at your request, âNeed my big cock, baby?â
You nodded in response, âYes, daddy. So bad.â
âAlright, but we have to be quick, okay? You can come the first chance you get, alright?â You nodded in understanding.
Before you knew it Harry had you bent over the counter, your hands holding your bunched up dress in tight fists with your thong stuffed in your mouth because you could not keep it down while Harry fucked into you impossibly deep from behind. Your legs were trembling so much that Harry was basically holding you up. It was hard for you to come standing up and when Harry realized that you were struggling to come he quickly picked you up and set you down on the empty counter space and plunged back into you.
âFuckâŚIâm obsessed with your tight, little pussy, baby.â Harry muttered as he thrust in and out a few times. He then started swiveling his hips a bit more and it was making your head spin. The tip of his cock was rubbing into your g-spot with each gyration of his hips, it was making your eyes roll back as you rubbed at your clit steadily. âShit, you squeeze so fucking tight! Fuck baby, squeeze mâcockâŚyeah, come for me. Come on daddyâs big dick.â He encouraged you through your muffled curses. Your body shivered as these tingling feelings radiated all over your body from the deepest part of your core, right where the tip of Harryâs cock was colliding and out towards your extremities. It was causing your orgasm to draw out far longer than you were accustomed to.Â
âH-Harry!â You mumbled against the fabric in your mouth as the overstimulation made your legs start to visibly shake. Harry smirked down at you devilishly, his eyes dark with lust and excitement over wrecking you like this. You had the most worn out and tortured look in your eyes, it was going to push you over the edge again. âFuuuuck!â You groaned in desperation. You couldnât help but let out a whine, thankfully it was muffled. But he literally saw as your mind went blacn as the sopping, velvety walls of your pussy constricted his throbbing erection. Your eyes rolled back before your body started to tremble as your orgasm started to take you out.
âFuck, thatâs it, baby. Squirt on my cockâŚâ he encouraged as you literally burst at the seams from the pleasure that was coursing through you. You were just seeing white hot ecstasy behind your closed eye lids. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as he continued fucking into you in long and deep strokes as he sought after his own orgasm.
âFuck, Iâm gonna come so deep inside of you. Gonna flood your little cunt with my cum.â He mumbled as he pressed his forehead against yours. He moaned from deep in his throat as his rhythm started to falter until he was blowing his load inside of you. âFuck, there it isâŚâ he mumbled softly as his orgasm started to course through his body. Harryâs knees were nearly buckling as he came undone. You were clinging to his shoulders, nails biting deliciously into his skin through his silky dress shirt. Your head was rolled back as you just saw spots on the bathroom ceiling. Harry grunted lowly as he gave a few more thrusts before holding himself inside of you. He gently pulled his upper body back and tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand before plucking your thong out of your mouth with the other. âYou alright?â He asked softly.
âCourse.â You whispered with a smile. âSorry forâŚkinda shoving you in here.â You chuckled breathily and he grinned.
âThatâs alright. Itâs not like I didnât want toâŚâ he hummed and you giggled before kissing him gently. Your kiss deepened and after a few minutes you were pulling apart when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He sighed and ensured you were steady before stooping down to grab it. âItâs Ted.â He mumbled.
âMmmâŚâ you smirked and he chuckled. Ted was one of Harryâs friends who had moved out of state and returned for this wedding. They werenât close according to Harry but Ted apparently had an entirely different perception of their friendship. You couldâve sworn he had a crush on him, but Harry didnât think so because he was sure he was straight. Regardless of what Ted was, he was really intent on reconnecting with Harry and heâd agreed to go to the bourbon and cigar bar which would open after the toasts. âTheyâre probably about to open the bourbon bar.â You reminded him.
âGodâŚI shouldnât drink any more or we canât get back to the hotel.â
âIâll drive. Iâve only had three glasses of wine and donât want more. With a little dancing later Iâll be good to go.â You assured him.
âYou sure?â
âYeah, honey.â You smiled and he leaned in to kiss you again, âJusânot too much, âkay? I need you to fuck me again when we get back to the room.â You added and he smirked.
âMmmm, if anything, being a little buzzed for it would make it better.â He said and you rolled your eyes, âYou donât believe me but youâll see.â
âItâs just you do this thing where you try to find the sweet spot and when you arrive there you donât hold off long enough before you start up again and next thing you know youâre passed out in my lap for an hour and my arms and chest are itching all over for the next week from being in the sun too long.â You explained. Harry might own a brewery but he was a complete lightweight when it came to alcohol.
âThat was one time.â He chuckled.
âActually, that was just one example. Iâve got five more.â You said with a smug smirk.
âAlright, Iâll be mindful, baby.â He appeased you.
âThanks.â You hummed as you wiped your smeared lipgloss from around his mouth.
You quickly cleaned up and Harry got back into his trousers before you were rushing back to the reception tent. It had cooled down pleasantly and you were enjoying the short stroll back with Harry, hand in hand. As soon as you were within eye-shot of your assigned table Ted stood and waved you both down as if youâd been gone for ages or lost.
âHeâs so fucking eager.â Harry mumbled as you approached the table.
âHe missed you.â You said sweetly.
âIâm telling you, we werenât that close so itâs a little weird.â Harry reiterated.
âItâll be fine.â You said.
âWhereâd you two wander off to?â Ted asked with a chuckle as soon as you two stepped up to the table.
âOn a little stroll so we could make out.â Harry said as he squeezed over your hip and you scoffed before playfully rolling your eyes.
âHarry.â You mumbled and he just smirked down at you.Â
âThatâs understandable.â Ted responded as he smiled at you when you looked over at him. When you realized that he had really just said that you chuckled a bit uncomfortably before averting your eyes and Harry was stunned into silence for a few seconds before you squeezed over his hand on your hip and he glanced down to you.
âWell ummmâŚhave fun at the bourbon thing.â You said and he offered you a soft smile.
âSure you donât want to come?â He asked you.
âThatâs alright.â You assured him and tip-toed to hug him. âJust take this man with you.â You whispered to him and Harry chuckled as he kissed your cheek.
âCâmon on Styles, no need for the formal send off! Sânot like sheâs gonna get snatched away.â Ted said and you were glad you were facing away from him because the face you made would give away your slight annoyance at this comment from Ted.
âTake him. Please.â You implored and he giggled before you two pulled away. As they headed off with Fabian, the other guy at your table, Ted briefly glanced back at you. You saw it from your peripheral vision.
âI think Tedâs got a crush on you.â The woman beside you, Gaia, said.
âOh godâŚI thought he had a crush on Harry. Iâve been teasing him about it all evening.â You said and the other ladies giggled.
âItâs because you kinda look like his ex. She was like, the one that got away.â Heidi, the woman across the table explained.
âOhâŚâ you hummed in understanding.Â
âYeah, so sorry about him. Heâs not usually like that, heâs just had a bit much to drink.â She explained.Â
You could understand that, so you didnât want to make too big of a fuss but it had made you a bit uneasy in the moment. When Harry returned almost an hour later he was pink in the cheeks with a dopey smile on his face, and lidded eyes. You couldnât help but shake your head as he approached.Â
âBaby, lets dance.â He said as he extended his hand to you and you immediately stood and shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your bag on your chair before walking off with him.
Harry pulled you out onto the dance floor and you immediately started to sway to Tony Bennettâs rendition of âThe Way You Look Tonightâ. You were both singing softly as you swayed together, gazes glued to each others. You often felt lucky to have him as your husband and it was happening right now. You giggled before reaching up to grab his face and kiss him. Your lips met in a deep and loving kiss before parting.
âLove you, honey.â You mumbled and he pecked your lips again.
âLove you too.â He whispered. âSoâŚTed asked me if we would be open to a threesome.â
âJesus.â You scoffed and he chuckled.
âSoâŚis that a no?â He asked and you rolled your eyes at his feigned disappointment.
âShut upâŚâ you muttered and he laughed lowly.Â
âI actually almost hit him over it. Had to remind myself heâs piss drunk to stop myself.â He explained. âAnd wellâŚdonât want to do anything to fuck up Darci and Timâs big day.â
âWell, Iâm proud of you for having that self control.â You smiled. âBesides, Tedâs not even my type.â
âI know. Too straight.â He said and you laughed aloud, disturbing the romantic environment of the dance floor. A few of the couples around you shot you irritated glares and you whispered an apology as Harry shook with laughter.
âOh, youâre too funny, baby. That was very clever.â you assured him through your soft giggles.
âI knowâŚâ he said smugly. âItâs true though.â He said and you giggled.
âWould you ever want to do that? Have a threesome?â You asked quietly.
âMy body tells me yes, but my gut says no.â he said, âI just donât think I could handle it. I donât want to see anyone else on you. And I would hate for you to see me with someone else like that.â He explained, âI just wouldnât be able to enjoy myself.â He added.
âYeahâŚsame.â
âWhy did you hesitate, then?â He called you out with a knowing grin and you giggled.
âI mean, Iâd feel guilty fucking someone else in front of you. But I wouldnât mind seeing you fuck someone else.â You explained.
âOhâŚdidnât peg you as a cuck.â He chuckled and you scoffed. âHey, that doesnât necessarily mean youâre inadequate. It just means that it turns you on to watch me fuck someone else.â He explained.
âOhâŚwell, wouldnât that actually make me a voyeur?â
âNo, because itâs not watching anyone that turns you on. Itâs that watching me fuck turns you on.â
âOhâŚthen yeah, youâre right.â You conceded and he smirked. âBut it doesnât even necessarily have to be fucking someone else. I mean, itâs just you. You turn me on. A lot.â You giggled, âTo the extent that if you ever feel like getting yourself off around the house feel free to do so.â You said with a grin.Â
âNoted.â He smirked.Â
âYou better not fall asleep tonight.â You warned him lowly. You were still very turned on and you needed more from him.
âI wonât.â He assured you and you tutted, âHoney, I wonât.â He insisted and you smiled.
âOkayâŚâ you hummed with some reservation.
Sure enough, Harry passed out on the drive back to your hotel from the venue. It took nearly five minutes to get him lucid enough to get up to the room and washed up before he undressed and plopped into bed. When you finally got into bed after a quick shower, you leaned back into the mountain of pillows and turned on the TV. The noise seemed to make Harry gain some consciousness and he requested that you play with his hair. Thatâs how you ended up with Harryâs head on a pillow in your lap with your fingers threading through his thick curls as you mindlessly watched some Lucy Show reruns until you passed out.
After you and Harry hadnât been as sexually active as before it wasnât odd for you to have spicy dreams when youâd been left sexually frustrated. So when you felt a lovely little flame of pleasure licking away in the depths of your core you just eased into the feeling. You were teetering between being awake and asleep which made it feel all the more real. But when you felt your legs being parted by Harryâs hands you started to stir. And then, Harry was smooching down your stomach, making you a bit impatient as he hovered over your mons and continue nuzzling up against it as his fingers rubbed against the crotch of your shorts.Â
âHurry up.â You mumbled groggily and he chuckled but proceeded to grip the band of your shorts and pulled them down. You helped him a bit by raising your hips and once they were out of the way he delved in eagerly. His tongue felt magnificent on you, it didnât take long before your pussy was becoming all slick and fluttery with the things his mouth was doing to you.Â
Every inch of you was on high alert and feeling each and every wave of pleasure that started to ripple from your core and towards the rest of your body. The closer you got to your climax that more intense it felt until your muscles were growing tense and you reached the peak and then he waited a second too long and your almost orgasm slowly started to fizzle out. You couldnât help but whine out at the loss, but it was just another second before he was back to your clit and flicking it over and over with his tongue until you were right there again, you were expecting it this time so it didnât upset you as much, but you were still annoyed. Edging? At this hour? Especially when you had gone to bed so horny for him, it was criminal, but he could use you whenever and however he well pleased, so you decided to not complain about it until you couldnât handle it any longer.
âDaddy, pleaseâŚâ you whined after your fourth almost orgasm. You were lamenting the loss as the euphoria just faded from your reachâŚall that potential gone.
âIâm going, honey. Iâve got an aching boner so mânot gonna last too long. I wanted to let you have your fun before I get in there. Still owe you for last night.â He reasoned and you smiled down at him.
âYou are forgiven, just make me come.â You huffed.
Harry smiled before pressing himself up and well yeah, his cock was standing straight up, despite itâs size and weight. It was also looking a slightly painful shade of deep pink. Your mouth watered as he stroked his foreskin over his tip and then back down. You nearly whimpered as his lovely, fat tip came back into view. You wanted to suck on it until you were slurping the cum right out of him. You had always been a bit of a cum slut, but now that your hormones were acting more or less how they should, well your craving for his cum was something else entirely. You wanted to taste it, or feel it pooling at your lower tummy, or squirting on your face or breasts. You liked how much he came and how you could feel each twitch of his cock shooting it inside of you when he fucked you from the back. You loved how warm it was and how he did the most to ensure it tasted as good as it could for you. You love the consistency of it and got turned on by seeing it slowly oozing from your stretched out little hole. The thought of him busting inside of you made you so feral so you did not care if it was fast or not, you just wanted to feel him inside of you.
âHow do you want me?â He asked you.
âDo it from behind.â You requested and you both grinned at each other before you flipped over.
Harry stuffed a pillow beneath your hips before guiding his hot and stiff cock between your slimy and warm folds a few times to let your arousal coat his cock. You were desperate to feel his girth stretching your entrance. And when he finally pushed the tip in you braced yourself for him to plunge the rest of the way in but he stopped. You could feel his fingers digging hard into your hips. You were just about to tell him to stop teasing but then your felt his cock start to twitch hard as a breathy and slightly distressed âfuckâ slipped past his mouth.
âD-did you just come?â You asked in shock through a giggle and Harry groaned.
âYep.â He admitted with a huff, âMâsorry hon, it just felt so good inside of you. Was edging myself for a while before I woke you.â He explained.
âOhâŚwell now you have to keep going âcause I havenât come.â You said as you glanced back at him.
âI know.â He assured you, âJustâŚjust gimme a minute here, itâs so sensitive!â He yelped and groaned before smacking your ass playfully. You had squeezed your walls nice and hard around his sensitive cock and it completely caught him off guard. You laughed a bit as you relaxed your muscles completely and he sighed in relief. âSo fucking mean.â He grumbled. âFuck you.â He chuckled lowly and you giggled again.
âI had to. Sâpay back for last night.â You reminded him.
âThis is me paying you back for last night.â He reminded.
âReally? Blowing your load the second you put it in?â You teased and he chuckled.
âTouchĂŠ.â He replied and you grinned.Â
âSâalright, very amusing though. Just go slow.â You said softly and he hummed and pushed his length in a bit further into you before drawing out. You could feel him shivering a bit as he tried to keep himself composed but you loved that. âGive me more, daddy. Want to feel your big cock all the way inside. Love it when Iâm stuffed with you.â You uttered seductively and he groaned as he fought against the sensitivity he was feeling in order to sink back inside your pussy.Â
You felt nothing but relief when Harry started setting a steady pace, still a bit slow for how horny you were so you started to push back to meet his thrusts. Then you wedged your hand between your body and the pillow and with your own movements started humping your clit against the heel of your palm to get some friction to the throbbing little bundle. Harry felt your hips moving beneath him and held still to allow you to take over and go at your pace. Your heart started to pound faster and your moans to climb in pitch with each prod of Harryâs fat, leaking tip to your g-spot.
âOh fuck, youâre so good, daddy. Your cock is so good.â You slurred, starting to get drunk on the pleasure you felt simmering in your blood. He had pushed past the point of the sensitivity now and just needed to come again. He needed you to go faster, he was going to lose his damn mind.Â
âFaster, honey. Go a little faster for me.â He encouraged you and you started to shift back a bit faster.Â
Harryâs hands smoothed up the sides of your thighs and over your butt. He squeezed and groped a bit before gripping around your waist and then leaning forward to grab your jiggling breast in his right hand. You moaned as he started to tug and gently pinch your nipple. In moments your breath started to shallow as you started to approach your climax. That lovely pulsating feeling that was running through started to increase in intensity. Your body started to grow hotter and your limbs to tense. You moaned and let your upper body just fall into the pillows before you as you started to give in to the feelings. Harry watched the way your spine curved so beautifully as you kept your ass up for him. He watched your free hand clench the covers tightly while you played with your clit with your other hand. Harry groaned and reached into your hair, grabbing a fistful and gripping it tight to keep you in that position. He mustered up whatever strength he had left and pulled your ass tighter against his front as he plunged deep into your dripping cunt with the most brutal and unforgiving thrust. Your brain blanked for a moment and gasped as he you felt him collide with what to you felt like a totally new spot.
âFuck me hard, daddyâŚMake me ache!â You supplicated and Harry moaned at the whiny tone of your voice and the light slur you spoke with.Â
With your body bent the way it was it was already a little hard to breathe, but he had effectively knocked more air out of you with that first thrust. He released your hair and gripped your hips hard as he continued his merciless domination of you as you rubbed your clit in quick but precise little swipes. Side to side, side to side. So fast that the tingle in your core started to travel down your legs until your toes were curling for a second as your body tensed up. Then you felt it traveling up, making your tummy and chest tighten impossibly. When the feeling finally made it to your head you completely lost yourself.
âIâm coming!â You gasped before you buried your face into the bed to muffle your lewd and uncontainable moans.Â
Your were feeling relief and ecstasy as your body rode this perfect wave of euphoria. It was so easy to overdo it and you had. Your legs had started to tremble but you couldnât stop rubbing, it felt too good. Even more so with Harry giving you his cock as hard as he was. It hurt so good that you were drooling. You were going to come again. And surely enough, just moments later you shrieked in shock as Harry held you down on his cock while he started to come with a deep grunt. You were a goner in that moment, completely fucked out. The feeling of him being that deep all while you rubbed your clit past the point of comfort was making you dizzy as you came on his dick. He could feel your pussy throbbing hard around his girth, it was dragging out his orgasm. He needed more of you. He wiggled in a little deeper until he brushed again your cervix, you tensed up and then he pulled back before he did it again and again as you held so perfectly still but remained so tense at the overwhelming feeling. He then shifted a bit and laid over you and you gasped as this made him drive in as deep as was possible.��
âT-too deep!â You winced and he smirked and dropped more of his weight over you causing you to whine lowly and tighten your fist around the covers again.
âYou said tâmake it ache. So thatâs what Iâm doing, baby.â He said lowly, lips swiping your shoulder before he planted a gentle smooch to your warm skin. He then dropped the rest of his weight over you and your eyes squeezed shut as your brain went blank in response. âYouâre gonna feel me for days, baby. Thoroughly fucked. Cute little cunt all wrecked.â He mumbled and you nodded. âPussy bred.â He added. You could hear the smirk in his voice and smiled as well.
âThank you, daddy.â You mumbled, drunk on him and his cock and the cocktail of pleasant neurotransmitters firing around in your brain.Â
âYouâre welcome, baby.â He hummed in satisfaction.Â
And as you laid there in the postcoital bliss you were glad that youâd be staying an extra day before flying back down to LA. Youâd rented yourself a vintage luxury car for the weekend and were just treating this as a romantic getaway since youâd both been so busy lately. When you looked at the clock you saw that it was barely 7:30am, you had your first wine tasting reservation in a couple hours and then an early dinner planned before settling in the for the night since youâd be flying out the following morning. You had agreed to get really into this wine tasting afternoon when youâd booked it so you two had dressed up in a vintage, old-money aesthetic. Plus, driving the sleek, light blue, topless, 1963 Mercedes 300 SL roadster through the seemingly endless sea of vegetation really fed the aesthetic you were going for.Â
âGod, I love California so fucking much. Never gonna leave.â Harry had said to you as he drove you two to your next destination.Â
Your had so much fun at your activities with Harry without a care in the world for anything else that was going on. It was just you two again talking, making memories, and sharing things you hadnât gotten the chance to talk about yet. The way he ogled you and touched you and flirted with you was reminiscent of when he was first trying to get you to fall in love with him. All all throughout dinner heâd been asking about you and how you were doing now that you were working again and you had just finished telling him that you felt that it was going well and that you really liked all of your students.
âIâm glad your class is going well, baby. JustâŚdonât fuck a student.â He cautioned, âBad idea.â He added lowly and your eyebrows furrowed.
âOkayâŚIâm gonna need to press for more information regarding this sudden, unsolicited advice?â You probed with a smile.
âI justâŚhave experience in this area.â
âWhat?! Since when have you taught?â You asked him in surprise.
âNot me.â He scoffed, âWell, yes me, but I was the student.â He said. Your jaw dropped, you were genuinely gobsmacked for a few seconds. Learning that little Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes here had fucked a teacher was not on your bingo card.
âI need you to tell me all of it.â You said with an excited grin when your brain finally proceeded the information. Harry chuckled but got to sharing the anecdote.
Apparently, during the summer before Harryâs second year at university he turned into the statuesque, god-like being he is now. All baby fat gone, bone structure and musculature carved immaculately by god herself. And in turn he got very confident very fast, he had said cocky, but you couldnât picture Harry being unironically cocky. He then shared that he had been single for nearly a year after his first relationship and really just wanted to fuck so he got on an app and started seeking someone out. He was in a college town, it was a small community, so he lied and said he was not a student at the local university. And well, she lied about not being a professor at said university and they met up and hit it off quickly so they hooked up.Â
They were a consistent hook up, maybe once a month, two or three if they were particularly needy, but they had agreed it was just sex for a few reasons. First and foremost their age difference, she didnât intend to be dating a teenager. He was 19 and she was 35. But as time went on she started to like him more. Suddenly she didnât mind that he was 19, in fact, she found it more refreshing because he listened to her, respected her, and apparently men in their 30âs and 40âs could hardly keep it up for twenty minutes. They were a good match sexually and after five months of getting to know each other and hooking up she told him she was in love with him. Obviously, Harry let her down gently but she took it very hard. A few weeks of radio silence later she tried to start things up again, despite her knowing Harry had no deeper feelings for her. He rejected her multiple times because he didnât want to lead her on but it was getting hard to because he really was attracted to her. So he was glad that school was starting up again and heâd be more busy and heâd have more excuses to avoid her.Â
That was all going to plan until the Thursday evening of the first week of school. Harry shared that he hadnât been paying too much attention when heâd walked into the lecture hall because he was walking in right at starting time. He quickly found a seat in the aisle seat of the second row since everything else was quite full. He still had one AirPod in as he waited for the last minute of his podcast episode to end as he started to settle in and unpack his things. Simultaneously, she had started going down the class roster so he hadnât clearly made out her voice either, he had the time anyway since his surname started with S. Harry recalled that he had just glanced up to the front of the class at the sound of his name and when their eyes met she just froze for a moment before glancing down at the sheet in her hand again. She apparently barely got through his name from the mere shock and mortification of it all. Apparently after that class ended she resigned, so he had no idea what had come of her.
âJesusâŚyouâre a whole ass career ruiner!â You exclaimed and he nodded.
âYeah. See, bad idea.â He reiterated.
âWelp, thereâs not any cute students in my class anyway. WellâŚmaybe they are cute, but just cute, you know? They look so small and juvenile, sânot really my type anymore. I quite like how manly you are.â You said and he chuckled.
âYou mean mature.â He said and you rolled your eyes.
âYeah, that too I guess. But regardless, you do it for me just fine.â You assured him and he smirked.
âThatâs what I like to hear.â He hummed before kissing the top of your hand. âLook, I know that weâve been a little distant lately.â He started, âBut I will make more time for us.â
âWell, weâve both been busy and-âÂ
âItâs not that.â He said and your brows creased as you nodded, urging him to finish, âI know that weâre trying to start a family, but when weâve had sex I feel like Iâve just been using you.â He expressed and you pouted, âLike yesterday, itâs been all fast and spontaneous, like whenever the opportunity arises. And I know you gave me the permission to do that but because Iâve been so busy it just feelsâŚdifferent.â He explained, âItâs hot, I mean it always is with us, but I want to be more intentional about it. Specially when weâre also doing it to make a family together.â He said and you smiled. âSo I will try to be more present and to make more effort for us.â He promised.
âThank you, baby. But believe me, I understand that what youâre doing with this expansion is also for our future.â You assured him and he smiled and nodded. âLike, I know itâs also for your self-fulfillment and with your own beers itâll be something youâre doing for fun too, but thatâs alright with me. Seeing you happy professionally is also important to me.âÂ
âThank you for being so supportive and understanding, my love. As always.â He smiled and you squeezed his hand in yours.
In the end, this is what you loved about your relationship with Harry and also why your marriage worked. You were both so considerate of each other, so thoughtful. You had no idea when you would finally get pregnant, but you were just so excited for it because Harry would be the most incredible dad. He showed you every single day how much love lived inside of him, you were certain it would be boundless with your baby whenever they came.
âŚ. A COUPLE MONTHS LATER âŚ.
Harry had kept his word and did prioritize making more time for the two of you. Youâd decided to do a sort of book-club thing together. You both read the same book and would have a date every Thursday night to talk about it and how your week had been going. You usually helped out at the brewery on the weekends, but had started to do more of that in the last few weeks since Harry was starting to work the flavor profiles for his beers and was quite consumed with that a lot of the time. Like this particular weekend, Harry was out visiting a few brewing labs around so-cal with Jeremy and you had stayed behind to run the brewery.Â
On Monday though, he would have the opportunity to make a small sample batch of possible types of beers and flavors he wanted at one of the labs. You were bummed about missing this part of Harryâs process but you had an appointment to check your hormone treatment that you could not miss. Any imbalance in hormones could tip you back into not ovulating as you were supposed to and you didnât want to risk that which he fully understood, so you both agreed that you were okay with missing these things for each other.Â
Your appointment was early so that you could get back home and hop on zoom for a few hours to hold some virtual office hours and grade a bit. You were just waiting for Dr. Zelaya to come in and when she finally did with a big smile you immediately perked up.
âY/N, guess whaaaat?â She sang as she came in and closed the door behind her.
âIt worked?â You asked with an excited smile and she nodded.
âOh, it worked! Youâre pregnant!â She shared with an excited smile and your jaw dropped.
âI am?â You asked in disbelief.
âYou are, lovely. â She confirmed and your eyes immediately welled up.Â
âOh my god!â You finally exclaimed and cried tears of joy. Dr. Zelaya chuckled as she grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you âThatâs such excellent news!â You sniffled through your chuckles of excitement.
âYes. Congratulations! Now, if you donât have more time today we can set another appointment for an ultrasound and see how far along things are. But if you can push things off I had a cancellation for 11:30 and can squeeze you in?â She offered.
âOh yeah, Iâll come back! Besides, I skipped breakfast because I woke up late.â You confessed.
âHappens to the best of us.â She assured you. âSo Iâll let the nurse know youâll be back in a little while. And may I recommend you try the Marmalade Cafe, itâs on Ventura, right after Kester. They have a delicious chorizo Benedict, thereâs a vegan chorizo option too if youâre of my persuasion.â
âOoh, Iâm not vegan but you guys do seem to have some the best foods.â You said and she giggled.
âYeah, things have gotten really impressive on that front.â She nodded as she finished typing a few things on the computer. âAlright, Iâll see you back in about 2 hours for your first ultrasound. Will your husband join?â
âHeâs actually out of town on a business trip. But I want to have pictures for him for when he gets back tonight.â You explain.
âOh, heâll love that. What a nice surprise for him to come home to.â
âExactly.â You added with a smile. You chatted a bit more before you headed off.Â
It was genuinely so hard for you not to call Harry right away and tell him the good news, you were bursting at the seams. You also wondered how everything at the flavor trials was going, you were genuinely disappointed that you were missing such an important milestone in this process for him. He really wanted you to be a part of this because despite being married to him, you werenât necessarily a beer girly. So he had said that heâd want your input on the three beers he wanted to have so that he could get a noviceâs critiques on the beers. He also really valued your input as his life partner and you often helped him ask the difficult questions and things of that sort. Not that he wasnât able to stick up for himself, but he never wanted to come off as insecure or maybe even difficult to work with, but you were so diplomatic about everything that he loved when youâd bring up the difficult or challenging things before he did. Regardless, you wanted to make up for not wanting to reschedule this appointment and this would definitely be the best thing to share with him to make it up.Â
Before you knew it you were back at the doctorâs office and watching the monitor with tearful eyes again as the doctor pointed out the embryo to you.
âIâd say youâre about six, almost seven weeks along.â She shared with you and you nodded, âHave your periods been more or less regular?â
âYeah, they vary a bit with the medication but honestly I have just been so busy that I lost track of my cycle this time around.â You explained.
âOkay, just making sure.â She said, âEverything is looking as it should. I know youâve been taking such good care of yourself, so keep that up, sâgood for the future baby.â She said and you nodded with a smile.Â
Once you had your photos printed you headed off to get a dessert to share with Harry and a little picture frame for your sonogram picture. You were sure heâd want to keep his copy with him so youâd just break the news to him with your copy. You were just getting in when you saw Harry, freshly showered and making himself a sandwich in the kitchen as you came in from the garage.Â
âBaby, hi!â He greeted you cheerfully.
âHi!â You greeted with a bright and surprised smile, âWhat are you doing here?â You asked happily as you put everything down and hurried over to hug and kiss him quickly.
âWe got to the tasting and I just couldnât do it without you there. It just didnât feel right to start the process without you. I rescheduled for two weeks from now and we can make a little weekend out of it? We went to this incredible sushi restaurant that I know you will die for.â He said and you giggled.
âSpeaking of beer and sushiâŚâ you said through a small chuckle, âI have some good news for you.â You teased and he smiled wide.
âYour treatment is going better than expected?â He asked and your brows raised.
âMore thanâŚâ you said with a smile, âIâm pregnant!â You shouted with a huge smile and Harryâs features softened.
âHoneyâŚâ he said tenderly as he came up to you, âYeah?â He asked for confirmation as he grabbed your face gently and you nodded. Your eyes started to well up when you saw the tears forming in his own eyes.
âYeah. Youâre gonna be a dad, H.â You confirmed and he dipped down to kiss you deeply before pulling back to hug you and hold you close.
âOh, you just made my whole fucking year. My whole fucking lifeâŚâ he hummed âIâm so happy I donât even know what to say.â He chuckled as he swayed your bodies a bit and you laughed.
âI mean, same! I was so surprised when the doctor told me. It was very unexpected.â You explained through a happy giggle as you rubbed over his back, âI bought a slice of chocolate cake and framed a picture of the sonogram for you to see. Had a whole thing planned since I thought you were getting in later.â You disclosed and he let you go to allow you to grab the image of the sonogram. When you handed it over to him his tears definitely started to fall.Â
 âI donât even know what the fuck Iâm looking at but I just know theyâre already perfect.â He said through his sniffles and you laughed and then brought your hand up to the image.
âItâs rightâŚshit, was it this thing or this one?â You questioned as you pointed between two different areas on the sonogram.
âBabyâŚâ he huffed.
âIâm kidding! Itâs this little smudge. Iâm almost seven weeks along.â You shared as he set it down and then picked you up and spun you around happily as it finally hit him. You shrieked as your sandals were flung off by him spinning you.
âWe did it!â He chanted a few times as you spun before he set you down on the counter. âOh baby, youâre going to be phenomenal. Everyone at the brewery is going to be so happy when they see your bump coming in!â He said as he squeezed your thighs in excitement, âAnd well, I mean, I donât care what weâre having, I just want to buy stuff and look at baby names immediately!âÂ
âWe can do all that.â You giggled as he started to get a bit hyper over this but he was just so fucking pleased with the news. âWeâre gonna be good at this.â You said softly and he nodded.
âUndoubtedly so.â He hummed as you ran your thumb over his cheek bone. âYouâre really pregnant.â He chuckled again in slight disbelief. âIâm over the moon. I feel like I have super powers, like I could fly.â He chuckled.
âPlease do not test that theory.â You joked and he sniggered.
âAnd here I thought I already loved you as much as I could.â He hummed and you grinned.
âWait until we meet the baby.â You said and he sighed and smiled.
âItâs going to be so cool.â He hummed and you nodded and then your smile faded a bit.
âThank you for being patient.â
âOh, noâŚâ he said, âLike any of that was in your controlâŚâ
âWell, if I had just listened to you from the beginning and gone to get checked we wouldâve caught this sooner.â You acknowledged and he shook his head.
âNone of thatâŚit happened when it was supposed to. If it had happened sooner youâd be in the middle of that while weâre in the middle of this expansion. It wouldâve been a lot of stress to deal with. I mean, maybe I wouldâve even passed up on the opportunity if you were pregnant when they offered the unit to me.â He said and you sighed, âBesides, it can be scary to go and get these things checked out. Thereâs always a risk of receiving bad news and thatâs anxiety-inducing. I understand, baby. But we finally did it.â He said and you nodded before kissing him deeply.
Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. Your legs wrapped around his body and you slightly pulled back from his lips.
âBaby?â
âYeah, my love?â He asked.
âCan we eat the cake now?â You asked with a little grin and he chucked.
âYeah, we can eat the cake.â
âI just have a simple request.â
âShoot. Anything for mâgirl.â He said with a smile.
âPut it in the microwave for like 20 seconds. Like when itâs all warm and melty.â You said and Harry smirked.
âYou know what I like all warm and melty?â He said suggestively and you giggled and kissed him slowly for a moment.Â
âPromise me weâll be like this with each other forever?â You asked and he smiled, âKids can be great but they can also change things with us.â You pointed out.
âYouâre right.â He agreed, âBut I want you to know that to me, youâre the top priority. Always.â He shared and your gaze softened, âEverything I do, I do with you in mind.â He shared, âI exist because you do.â He said and your heart melted in your chest as he said this, âAnd as long as youâre alive I will choose you every day. Iâll always be in love with you.â He assured you and as your glossy eyes met his you saw his sincerity and believed him. You grabbed his jaw and pulled him in for a searing kiss before pulling back, âBelieve me, we were meant to do this together.â He assured you and in that moment you knew everything was going to be alright.
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Meet Me In Augusta
A quick little check-in for Fairway to Heaven â¤ď¸ inspired by my beefy hunky man at the Masters đŤśđźđŤśđźđŤśđźđŤśđźđŤśđź
SMUT. FLUFF. Thatâs all.
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When Briar and Harry first got together, she thought sheâd won the lottery. A doting, strong boyfriend who puts her needs above his own. He cares for her dog as much as she does, gets along with her family members, and donates to charity regularly. Itâs like the heavens handmade him. And yes, the reverse is true on Harryâs part. Sheâs his dream girl, and the bloody best thing to ever happen to him. But, where heâd truly won the lottery differs slightly:
He won tickets to the Masters.
Itâs a once in a lifetime opportunity to attend one of the four major golf tournaments, and when Harry entered his name in the lottery system the year before, he never thought heâd see the day where his bucket list item would be checked off.
Briar is lounging on Harryâs couch, watching old episodes of Real Housewives (NY, obviously) with Gus at her feet and a bowl of popcorn and M&Ms beside her when she hears a completely manly and dignified shriek from Harryâs office. Sitting up in alarm, she opens her mouth to yell back to him, to make sure heâs okay, just as the heavy oak double doors swing open. Shirtless and in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and socks, Harry sprints down the hall, phone in hand as he leaps over the back of the sofa to stand beside her.
âWhat on Earth! Harry, youâre scaring me! Is there a mouse? Where are your clothes?â Briar screams, jumping up to crouch on the sofa and cocooning herself in her blanket in case thereâs a spider clinging to him.
Harry is laughing maniacally, and every so often an oh my god leaving his mouth. He nods to whomever heâs talking to on the phone as if they can see him before thanking them and hanging up.
He drops the phone, eyes wide and meeting hers. Grabbing her shoulders, he all but tackles her back to the sofa, signaling Gus to bark at him for hurting his mom. Theyâre on the settee part of the sofa, Harryâs arms wrapped around her, preventing her from moving, even if she wanted to.
âHarry! Tell me whatâs going on right now!â Briarâs shrill voice finally brings him back to Earth.
He peppers kisses on her neck before shouting in her ear, âIâM GOING TO THE MASTERS!â
She doesnât respond, not because sheâs not supportive of his enthusiasm, but because she has no idea what that is. Feigning a smile, she replies, âwow, baby, thatâs great!â
Craning his neck, his brows furrow when he meets her gaze, a clear indicator sheâs confused.
âBirdie, do you know what the Masters is?â
âMmmm, is it like MasterChef?â
Harry squawks out a laugh, shaking his head, âNo, my love. The Masters is one of the big four golf tournaments for the PGA. When you win, you earn a green jacket and become a member of Augusta National in Georgia. And then you get to plan a celebration dinner. Plus, you win like, $3,000,000.â
âOhhhh, okay, yes. Uncle Patrick has gone to that, I think. He didnât win, though.â
Harryâs brows furrow even more, a bewildered look gracing his features, âWeâll come back to that later. I have a lot of questions. But, you enter a lottery to win tickets and I won! Otherwise, tickets are almost a million dollars.â
âA million dollars!? The course better be made of solid gold. I canât even believe the stuff people spend their money on sometimes.â
âTiger Woods will be there. He hasnât played in a few years because of injuries. Baby, I could be near Tiger!â he smacks her ass, eliciting a yelp.
He hops up from his spot on the sofa as he looks outside with the biggest smile on his face, running his hands through his not-so-there curls on his head. Heâd shaved it a few months ago impulsively; that was a crisis Briar never thought sheâd see the other side of. But his peach fuzzy head grew on her.
âWhen is it?â
âSecond weekend in April. Are you doing anything?â
âMe? Why wouldnât you take Niall?â
âHe and Lydia already have a wedding that weekend back in Ireland. I already asked him.â
âSo, Iâm your second choice!?â Briar smacks the sofa cushion beside her, faking offense.
Harry rolls his eyes, âYou didnât even know what it was five minutes ago, brat.â
She parrots his eye rolling, leaning down to snuggle Gus. Theyâre quiet for a moment, letting Harry soak in the news.
âWait, why donât you have clothes on?â
âOh, I stripped them off as they were telling me I got the tickets. I was just too excited,â he responds casually, as if the answer is obvious.
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So the pair is in Augusta, Georgia, watching Harryâs childhood dream come true. The problem? No phones allowed.
To maintain their traditional values, Augusta National banned the use of cellphones. Briarâs lovely boyfriend failed to remind her of this fact until they were in the back of an Uber heading to the course.
âNo phones!? I wanted to document this whole experience for you!â She whines, gently squeezing his wrist.
âThanks for wanting to do that, Birdie, but itâs okay. My generation isnât addicted to their phones. We like to live in the moment.â
âOh my god,â she snorts, punching him lightly. If anyone is on their phone too much, itâs Harry. His entire day is determined by solving the New York Times Connections puzzle. What do you MEAN the theme was ice cream flavors without the last letter?
âWhat if we get separated? How will I find you?â
âDid you pack your leash?â Harry smirks, waiting for her to smack him again.
âH! Quiet,â she snarls, trying not to look if the driver is listening. âFine. Do they collect the phones or do they just kick you out if they see it?â
âI think they kick you out and youâre not allowed back, ever. Thereâs also no running. Itâs hilarious. When everyone is trying to follow around the big names, it turns into a speed walking competition to try and beat them to the hole.â
She hums, looking out the window at the gorgeous scenery. She hasnât spent much time down south, but this trip has changed her opinion of this part of the country. Theyâve had beautiful dinners at night on patios and taken walks on historic grounds.
âGood news is, the food and drinks are super cheap, and I think you have some French 75âs calling your name.â
âYesss!â
The Uber turns, the beautiful gates to the course opening as they pull in. The white building before them is gorgeous and neatly kept, embodying the prestige of the entire event. For a moment, she thinks Harry is tearing up. Harry snaps a photo of the two of them in front of the building to send to Niall and Patrick.
He grabs her hand and squeezes gently as he flashes their credentials to the security guard.
âLead the way, baby,â Briar whispers, linking her arm with his as they stand outside the car, taking it all in.
Like a kid in a candy store, Harry drags her by the wrist, slaloming through the crowds of people as they all try to make it to the entrance.
Harry looks fucking good today. Heâs donning a navy blue sweater on top of a cobalt blue golf shirt. His taupe pinstripe pants are pressed perfectly. His fingers are decked out in rings of all different finishes, and his Prada sunglasses fit his scruffy face perfectly.
The finishing touch, his shoes, are what has Briar giggling to herself. His black Hoka sneakers are throwing off the whole vibe. She tried to change his mind as they packed, but weâll be walking a lot, and I donât want my plantar fasciitis to come back!
To make the occasion even more special, Briar let Harry pick out her outfits. She knew heâd pick out her lavender sports dress, a classic piece she whips out when they play on weekends so heâs frustrated and thrown off his game. Sheâs 3 for 4 on this strategy.
Harry loves the way it cuts at Briarâs strong thighs, and shows a little bit of her back. To elevate the look, she tied a white Hermes scarf around her neck just like Daphne! Her shoes are white Vince Camuto sneakers with no support. She knows she canât whine later if her feet hurt, in fear of hearing a relentless, I told you so!
Before examining his choices in her suitcase, she zeros in on the lack of underwear and bras. She knows he also picked her floor length, black bodycon dress. Heâs really pushing the limits of voyeurism with these picks.
They finally make it past security, thankful they didnât confiscate her purse, a gift from Harry that is just a smidgen too large for their rules. He leads them to the main clubhouse to grab their first drinks of the day, and maybe even a breakfast sandwich.
They start off with mimosas to ease into the day drinking, because Harry is too fucking old for daydrinking and Briar is a menace when she drinks when the sun is up. By their third round, Harry is full on fangirling as all the players buzz around him. Heâs allowed to fangirl all he wants, but when she wants to gush about One Direction for a minute, he covers his ears. Eyeroll.
Briar snaps out of her brattiness, deciding she needs some food in her stomach. As theyâre gathered on the 8th hole, she starts to âkoalaâ him, as he so lovingly calls it. She wraps her arms around him from behind, laying her chin on his bicep.
âWhatâs wrong, Birdie? Hungry?â
Briar lightly bites his arm, looking up to meet his sideways gaze. Part of her hates how well he knows her. She slides her hands in his front pockets, making him wiggle uncomfortably.
âBe good,â he says lowly so only they can hear.
âOkay, Daddy,â she says sweetly, smiling up at him. âBut yes, Iâm hungry.â
Briar can feel him hesitate, clearly conflicted in what to do next.
âOkay, baby, but,â he pauses. âTiger is at this hole next, and Iâd really like to see it.â
Briar slumps, making a slight hmmph sound. She knows better, and knows how important this is to him, so she shakes it off.
âItâs alright, I can go back to the clubhouse by myself. Will you stay here so I donât lose you?â
âOf course,â he leans down to gently peck her lips, before his head whips around as Tiger arrives at the tee box just a few feet from them, sending the crowd into a chaotic roar. She reluctantly lets go of his waist, crossing her arms over herself as she walks away.
The crowd has only increased as they arrived, and sheâs honestly overwhelmed. A staff member nearby can sense her unsettled demeanor, so he asks if sheâd like a ride back to the building.
She smiles at him, âYes, thatâd be lovely! Thank you so much.â
Trey, the worker, doesn't say much, but Briar isnât one for awkward silences. She tells him about Harry, Wynnewood, and how this is a lifelong dream for him to be here. He nods along, visibly recoiling after finding out Briar isnât single. She hops off the cart as they approach the doors, and waves a friendly goodbye.
Perusing the snack bar, her eyes are bigger than her stomach. She grabs grapes, potato chips, a turkey sandwich, and even a pudding cup. A nice man helps her condense her items into a cardboard box for carrying. She grabs a fresh squeezed lemonade to finish off her deliciously simple lunch.
Slightly tipsy and overly giddy, she finds a bench to start eating. Itâs amazing the different walks of life at this event; the die-hards who donât care about the glamor of it all, and the ones that are here only as a status symbol. Itâs honestly nice not having her phone; sheâs a little more in touch with her surroundings.
Taking small bites of her sandwich, sheâs startled when another man approaches her on the bench.
âPardon me, miss. Are you Miss Barlowe?â
Taken back, she nods as she swallows her bite, âYes, can I help you?â
âMr. Styles is on the line over there,â he points to the hilariously old fashioned phone stand, where 3 mossy green phones hang on the wooden stand. âHe just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.â
Briar smiles, patting her mouth with her napkin and rising to her feet, âThank you so much. Do I have to do anything to connect to the call?â
âJust press # and it should connect. Iâll be right over there if you have trouble.â
She laughs to herself as she approaches and presses the â#â just as he said, âHello?â
âWhat are you wearing right now?â
âWho is this?â She plays along.
âYour handsome, charming boyfriend,â he muses.
âI have a few of those, so youâre going to have to narrow it down,â she fakes a sultry tone.
âBriar â come on, you know I donât like those jokes,â he mutters.
She laughs, twirling the curly phone cord around in her hand, âI feel like Carrie Bradshaw with this phone, talking to one of my boyfriends.â
âAre you insinuating Iâm Mr. Big? Iâm Aidan at the very least. The good guy.â
âOf course youâre Aidan. But instead, we get married.â
âYeah, yâwanna marry me?â Harry canât contain his grin as he looks around to see if anyone can hear him. âI wonât say yes until you come back here and get down on one knee, Briar.â
âIn your dreams, Styles. Whyâd ya call anyway? Iâm just sitting here eating my sandwich.â
âJust missed you. Tiger got a birdie on this hole, so it made me think of you.â
âAw, youâre cute. Youâre the first place boyfriend today. You were in third yesterday, for reference.â
âGlad to hear that. Finish up your lunch and come find me. Iâm gonna go to the 17th hole to try and catch Justin Rose. Heâs an old friend from home.â
âOkay, Iâll come find you. Love.â
âLove.â
Briar hangs up the phone, the butterflies in her stomach buzzing. Since returning home from California, sheâs never felt so secure in their relationship. Heâs balancing fatherhood, work and their everyday life with ease.
Readjusting her skirt, she walks back over to the bench, mouthing a thank you to the worker who let her know Harry was calling. She sips on her lemonade, the ice rattling as she finishes the cup. Tossing the remnants of her meal in the trash, she spots the beverage cart girl. Briar smiles as she approaches her, requesting another French 75 and a Casamigos on the rocks for her lover.
The 17th hole is a hell of a lot closer to the clubhouse, but swarmed with people. Itâs going to be a needle in a haystack to find him. Briar scrunches her brows, scanning all the kinda old white men with brown hair. Where is her old man?
Panic sets in for a moment, until she feels two hands on her waist, lifting her off the ground slightly and kissing her neck where it meets her shoulder.. She squeals, reaching for her skirt to make sure nothing is showing. He didnât pack her any underwear, after all!
âThere yâare, Birdie. Wish I brought your leash to drag my cute puppy around. Make everyone jealous.â
âTheyâd think you need to be sent to jail, actually. Were you able to focus in my absence?â
âYeah, but I missed your hundred questions and commentary. Is that for me?â he asks, pointing to his drink.
âYes, but you made me spill it on my shirt,â she frowns, her gaze traveling down to the beads of liquid wicking off the fabric on her chest.
Without a second thought, Harry leans down, pressing his mouth to just over Briarâs nipple to suck up the dribbled liquid. Her eyes widened, in disbelief he just did that. She grips the back of his hair, pulling him out of her bosom.
âH! What the hell are you doing? Weâre in public!â
âMm, I know. Iâm so hard right now. And thirsty. Saw an opportunity,â he smirks, his grip now around the back of her neck. âWanna take you to the clubhouse and fuck you dumb.â
âHarryyy,â Briar whines again. Little does he know all he has to do is slip her skort to the side to reveal her soaking wet pussy. She does her best to drag her six foot tall boyfriend to the treeline, hiding themselves from prying eyes.
âLetâs go. Weâll find somewhere safe. Daddy needs you to do a favor for him,â he says low in her ear, his tongue touching her earlobe. âDid I tell you how happy I am that you came with me?â
âIâm happy you invited me,â she places a gentle kiss on his lips. âLove seeing you happy.â
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
The lovey dovey talk is how Briar got HOODWINKED into sucking her boyfriendâs cock in an administratorâs office at Augusta National Golf Course at the biggest event of the year. The door locked, thankfully, but the amount of foot traffic outside the door has Briarâs head spinning, even more than when his tip touches the back of her throat.
Harry lets out a guttural moan, âOh my â fuck! Such a good fucking girl.â
Briar is pulling out her signature moves; cupping his balls with one hand, tweaking his shaft with the other when her mouth doesnât cover it, and swirling her tongue along the ridge of his bright red, plump cockhead.
Briar bats her eyelashes and pulls off just as he gives his sign of completion; his left thigh muscle twitching. Harryâs eyes shoot open as he grips the desk to prevent himself from falling over. He was so, so close.
Before he can speak, Briar stands, pushing him to half lie on the desktop, opening his belt and pants wider. She climbs on the desk to straddle him, staring down at him deviously.
âWanna ride you, Daddy,â she whispers in his ear. She sits back up, pulling her skort to the side to show him her pussy, spasming and begging to be touched. He reaches out to touch her, but she bats his hand away, instead placing her hand around his neck firmly. âNope. No touching.â
Harry snorts, knowing anytime sheâs tried to be in charge, she fails miserably. He knows sheâll be howling for his help in a few minutes. His smug look is wiped clean as she grips his cock again to line him up with her dripping hole. They moan in unison when he pushes through the tight opening as she squeezes him for good measure.
Briar bounces lightly, the skin of their thighs slapping together. She could listen to the sounds their bodies make for the rest of her life. He bottoms out a few times, puffs of air escaping his nose as he struggles to not cum immediately.
She starts to rub at her clit, her free hand coming up to tweak her nipple. His eyes are closed again, so she takes her middle and ring finger that are rubbing and sticks them past his lips. He moans, lapping up the wetness from her fingertips and choking on them a bit. She smiles before bringing the fingers back to her center and continuing to rub.
âOh my god, baby. You taste so good,â Harry whines. âWant you to come. Then Iâll come in your little pussy. Donât know how youâll hold it all in there.â
Briar cries out, seconds away from tumbling over the edge. She leans forward, gripping the desk above his head. Theyâre making extreme eye contact now, the tension between them palpable.
âIâm cumming, Daddy. Iâm cumming. Your cock feels so big in my pussy,â she cries out as Harry feels a tiniest bit of wetness expelled from where their bodies meet. She twitches, barely able to hold herself up. He sits up on the desk to support her and begins thrusting up into her with his hands wrapped delicately around her body, fingertips digging into the plushy skin of her ass and waist. He captures her lips in a deep kiss, her breath stuttering when he rams himself back into her.
The two remain intertwined, reality hitting them when Briar utters words he never thought heâd hear from her.
âFuck me, Daddy. Fill me up. Make me yours. Wanna have your babies,â she fires off things he canât even comprehend. âWant you to make me a mommy. Fuck â want it so bad. Fill me up, please!â
Harryâs breath is knocked out of him as he throttles upward, his tip colliding with her cervix every time. As he topples over the edge, he buries himself in her pussy â his eternal resting place, heâs decided heâll request in his will â and releases his full load into her. He drops backwards, beginning her down to lie on top of him, his pants now hanging around his ankles.
âOh my fucking GOD, baby. So fucking good for me,â he says into her ear, a shiver running down his spine.
âLove you, Daddy,â she says quietly, her ear pressed to his chest so she can hear his heartbeat racing.
âLove you so fucking much, Birdie,â Harry sighs, petting her back.
Harry smiles to himself. The diamond ring he has in his bag at the hotel is going to make an appearance even sooner than expected.
Heâs sure of it.
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Pleasing (grumpy h blurb)
In which Harry's acting kinda grumpy, and y/n helps him... destress. :)
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Harryâs hand slams onto his phone, muting the blaring chimes of his 6 AM alarm. His head hurts and his eyes are heavy, and the thought of having to get out of bed, get dressed, and go to a business meeting when itâs still dark outside makes his feel physically ill.Â
Heâs tired⌠beyond tired. Last night had been another one of his annual âIn-Chef nights.â Heâd been up on his feet, cooking meal after meal from 6 PM all the way until midnight, and had then spent an additional two hours with his staff cleaning up. Heâd driven home in the cold rain, and didnât even have enough energy to change into his pajamas when he got home. He just stripped down to his briefs, and collapsed into his bed.
 Running on barely four hours of sleep, heâs feeling cranky and miserable and irritable. The sound of his alarm has been nagging at him through three snooze cycles, and he knows if he stays in bed any longer, heâs going to be running late.Â
He forces himself to blink his eyes open. He feels gross and sluggish, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, and letting out a loud groan. The early morning meeting he has today isnât even one that heâs excited for⌠he hates the constructors that are helping him open a new Pleasing location in New York. Theyâre bad communicators, and always make mistakes in the plans that theyâve made. Harryâs a very particular man, heâs picky about the way his food is cooked, a neat freak in his home, and has an organized schedule that he never strays from. So working with these incompetent people, who somehow always manage to royally fuck something up⌠god it really gets Harry frustrated.Â
He yanks the blanket off of himself and swings his legs over the side of the bed. His feet meet the floor, and itâs ice cold. Great.Â
This is just fucking great.Â
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âJesus fucking christ.âÂ
Harry takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes to calm himself. It doesnât work. His nostrils are flaring and his eyes have turned a dark, angry shade of green. âI fuckinâ said last week that I wanted gas stoves. So why is there an order for six electric stove tops?â
Ian, the contractor, fumbles in front of Mr. Styles, cheeks turning red. âUh-um, t-the installation of the electric stoves was cheaper.â
âWhat did I explicitly ask for,â Harry seethes.
âErrâ t-the gasââ
âSo what in your right mind made you think that Iâd be okay with this?â
âIâ well, sir, we just wanted to go with the option that was more affordableââ
âDo you think I give a fuck which one is cheaper?â Harry yells. âFor fuckâs sake, Iâm running a multi-million business!â He slams the papers heâd been holding onto the desk in front of him and stands up angrily, his chair scratching loudly against the hardwood floors. âGet this fixed, today,â he says before storming out of the conference room and slamming the door behind him.Â
He locks himself into his office, and sits in his chair, rubbing his red-veined eyes. Heâs too tired to have to deal with all this shit today. How hard is it for people to follow instructions? His life would be so much easier if everyone else didnât fuck up so much.Â
He sits there for a few minutes with his head in his hands, fingers still rubbing at his eyes to try and soothe away the burning feeling he feels every time he opens them. His head is starting to hurt, a pounding migraine so intense that he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, and his stomach hurts. All he had to eat today was a black coffee before he went into that horrific meeting five hours ago.Â
Yes, the one hour meeting they had planned had ended up taking five hours instead. He literally had to clear his schedule to fix all the fucking mistakes that they were making. Theyâd chosen the wrong tiles for the floor, ordered the wrong stove tops for the kitchen, and had designed all of the countertops to be one inch too low⌠it literally pained him to be working with such incompetent designers.Â
And now he was behind on his work.Â
He lets out a tired sigh and turns on his desktop, opening his emails. The bright screen makes his eyes sting, and he has to squint to read the tiny word on the screen. He scrambles around in his drawers and finds his reading glasses, but still, the words blur together and make his head hurt. He bares with the pain, and spends an hour or so responding to emails and filling out paperwork, until thereâs a knock at his door.Â
âWhat is it?â he calls out a bit snappily, not looking up from his paperwork.Â
He hears the door jiggle, trying to open but struggling against the lock. âItâs me, Mr. Styles!âÂ
Immediately, he puts his pen down and unlocks the door for his sweet y/n to come in. Sheâs holding a plate of food for him, and looks up at him with her pretty smile, cheeks warm and dimpled with kindness.Â
âHey puppy,â he murmurs, surprised. She hadnât come in for the majority of this week because she had finals. In fact, she just had her physics final just this morning.Â
âHi!â she says enthusiastically, entering his office. âTeddy told me that youâve been here since 8, nâthat you havenât eaten anything all day.â She looks up at him with her adorable bambi eyes, âHow come youâre allowed to scold me for not eating enough at work when youâre skipping meals too?âÂ
He smiles lightly, âyouâre right puppy, thatâs hypocritical of me.âÂ
âVery hypocritical,â she nods resolutely. âSo, I brought you some food! I had Teddy make it, âcos I know heâs your favorite.â
His stomach growls at the sight of the fettuccini alfredo in front of him. Heâs starving but heâd been way too caught up in his work to think about getting up to get himself any food. âThank you,â he says, taking the plate from her and picking up her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.Â
âIt smells yummy, so I want some too,â she says, sitting down on the chair behind his desk. âBut we gotta eat it quick, âcos Iâm supposed to get back out there in five minutes.âÂ
âThought you werenât meant to come in today?â he says, sitting down next to her.Â
âI wasnât scheduled,â she says, shoving a forkful of the pasta into her mouth, âbut then Grace texted me asking if I could cover for her. She got the flu.âÂ
Harry hums, grabbing a tissue from his desk, and wipes off the little bit of white sauce clinging onto y/nâs lips, her mouth full of deliciously creamy and garlicky pasta. âHow were your exams?â
She rolls her eyes. âUgh. Donât talk about it. So hard, but everyone else said it was super hard too, so hopefully thereâs a fat curve.â She claps her hands excitedly, âBut at least Iâm done! No more school for the rest of the month!!!âÂ
Despite his initial grumpy mood, he canât help the smile that graces his face. His girlfriend is literally the cutest thing in the world, especially when she gets all giddy and excited like this. Sheâd been really stressed out and MIA all week because of her exams, so itâs refreshing to see his lively and happy y/n again.Â
âSo proud of you puppy,â he says, cupping her cheek and giving her a kiss.Â
She twirls a forkful of pasta for Harry and feeds it to him. âAre we gonna hang out tonight?â she asks.Â
âOf course. Need tâcuddle tonight, youâve been so busy I feel neglected.â Just sitting with y/n for a few minutes has already calmed Harry down, the stress in his body fizzling away.Â
She giggles cutely. âOkay baby. We can spend alllll night together.âÂ
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The ache in his stomach fades away after finishing the pasta that y/n brought for him, and after popping an advil, he feels his headache start to slowly go away as well. Heâd gotten an email that the electric stove tops had been returned and that an order for the gas ones had been put in, so heâs feeling more relaxed about that as well.
He lounges around in his office until y/n is done with her shift, and they sneak out the back exit to head home together. Heâs got a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh, and heâs feeling much better than he was this morning when heâd been all grumpy and stressed out.Â
When they get to a stop light, his phone rings. He thinks nothing of it when he picks up, not even looking at the caller id. âHello?â he answers casually.
âErâ Hi, Mr. Styles.âÂ
Harry rolls his eyes. Itâs Ian on the phone. âWhatâs going on?â he says tersely.
âUm⌠so we figured out the stove issue, which is greatâŚâÂ
The light turns green. âOkayâŚ?â Harry says, slightly annoyed.
âSo⌠wellâ the stove company said that the shipment is gonna take a few weeks, which is gonna put the construction schedule behind since we canât install the countertops until we put the stoves in, which meansâŚâ Harry sighs in disappointment, already knowing whatâs coming. âWell, it means that the restaurant might not be ready for the opening date that weâd set.âÂ
âIan,â Harryâs knuckles are turning white around the steering wheel, and heâs using every cell in his body to keep his voice steady so that he doesnât start yelling in front of y/n. âWhen I signed that contract with you, didnât we agree it would be done in three months?â
âIâ yes, itâs really unfortunateââ Ian stammers, but Harry cuts him off.
âI donât want to hear fuckinâ excuses,â Harry bites. âWe signed a contract.â
âSir, I donât know what to tell you,â Ian says casually.
âHow about we start with the fact that this issue couldâve been completely avoided had you simply followed the plan that we had agreed upon?â Harryâs voice is steadily rising, an angry fire to his tone. âOr how much money youâve already cost me from all the mistakes youâve made? I signed a contract and I expect the deadline to be met. Itâs far too late to push back the opening of the restaurant.âÂ
âItâs out of my controlââ Ian tries to explain, but Harry wonât hear it.
âJesus christ, do I need to do everything for you?â Harry bursts. âCall the company and tell them the delivery is for Harry Styles! Figure it out with the investors, pay them extra! We will not be pushing the date back, not when weâve already invested so much into it.â Harry hangs up the phone angrily and throws it into his lap. âFucking hell,â he breathes angrily.Â
Y/n sits next to him quietly, her eyes wide. âEverything okay?â she asks timidly.
âSâfine,â he bristles tersely, pulling into his parking spot. He puts the car in park and gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him with such aggression that y/n winces for the car.Â
Scrambling behind him like a little puppy, she follows him into his penthouse. Thereâs an angry furrow in his brow as they ride up the elevator, and his lips are pressed together in a frustrated line as he types out a message on his phone. He storms into the kitchen without even glancing at y/n, and pours himself a glass of ice cold water to maybe help himself calm down.Â
Y/n stands shyly behind the kitchen counter, not saying anything but watching him quietly.
âJust a second, puppy,â he says, his tone impatient and clipped, pushing past her to head into his home office. He dials the number of one of his restaurantâs business partners on the phone, and spends nearly half an hour figuring out what they were going to do.Â
âI want a new fuckinâ contractor,â Harry rants.
His partner. Niall, gives out a hearty laugh, âI know mate, but donât worry. Iâll figure it out for ya. I know the guys over there, Iâll give âem a ring and see if they can get your appliances sent over any quicker.â
âThank you,â he mutters gratefully. Finally, there was someone who knew how to get shit done. He hangs up the phone and runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly. His headache is back and his neck and shoulders hurt from being so tense.
Y/n knocks on his office door, and he sighs heavily. âNot now, puppy, vâgot to send some emails.â
She steps in, despite the fact that heâs dismissed her, with sad eyes and a pout on her lips. âIf this is how itâs gonna be all night then⌠Iâm just gonna go home.âÂ
His eyes snap up. âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre working and being all⌠grumpy,â she says quietly. âSo Iâm gonna get an uber.â
âY/n, donât be like that.â He looks at her with an exasperated look. âSomething important came up, vâgot to deal with it.âÂ
âIâm not trying to be like anything,â she shrugs. âYouâre stressed out and you donât wanna talk, so I feel like Iâm just annoying you by being here.â
âBabyâŚâ he sighs, rolling away from his desk and getting up to go stand in front of her. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest in a shy, almost protective manner, and she has her bag hanging off of her shoulder, fully prepared to leave. Standing in front of her, he can see the sadness in her eyes. âDonât go, mâsorry.âÂ
âI know youâre upsetâŚâ she whispers, looking down at the floor, âbut that doesnât give you the right to be snappy with me. It hurts my feelings.âÂ
Oh, his precious girl, so sweet and sensitive. His heart breaks a little bit, knowing that heâd made her sad⌠heâd been so caught up in his own stress that heâd neglected her feelings. He knows that she was probably so excited to come over after having finished all her exams⌠and he knows that sheâs sensitive. She gets teary eyed whenever someone uses a stern voice with her, cries for days if she ever gets yelled at. Of course it would hurt her when he pushes her aside and snaps at her to leave him alone.
He pulls her into his chest, âSweetheart, youâre right, mâsorry. I shouldnât be takinâ it out on you, youâve done nothing but been sweet tâme all day.â Sheâd brought food for him when he was hungry, was cheerful and lovely on the car ride home, and had tried to talk to him when he was upset⌠only to get pushed away at the end of the night.
âI wanna stay, but not if youâre gonna be mean,â she says into his chest.
He presses a kiss to her hair, âno, mâdone puppy. Not gonna be mean, promise. Please, stay?âÂ
She looks up at him and smiles softly. âOkay,â she puckers her lips and leans up for a quick kiss. âThank you.âÂ
He smooths his hand over her hair, and rests his head atop her cheek, still hugging her close. Sheâs warm and smells sweet⌠holding her in his arms is all he wants to do for the rest of his life.
âHow about I go take a shower while you send your emails, and then we can go to bed?â she suggests, pulling away.
He shakes his head. âNuh-uh. No more emails tonight, I can send them in the morning.â Itâs late at night anyways, it wouldnât make a difference if he sent them now or tomorrow.Â
âMâgetting in that shower with you.â
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In the shower, y/n washes away all of Harryâs stress and worries. She lathers up the loofah with the rose scented body wash that she keeps in his shower, and rubbed it all over his chest and back and biceps. She even went so far as to lift his arms above his head and scrub his armpits for him, making Harry cackle at how silly she was.
Then, she took his yummy smelling shampoo and had him bend down so that she could wash his hair for him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and scratched at his scalp deliciously, scrubbing his hair as though he were getting spoiled at the salon. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as the foamy shampoo dripped down his forehead, but she always made sure to rinse the bubbles away before they got into his eyes.Â
They got out and dried themselves together, standing in front of Harryâs heater in their towels for a few minutes while y/n brushed her hair. He changed himself into only a pair of boxers, while y/n opted to skip on undergarments (itâs very important to let ur pussy breathe!!!), putting on only a pair of thin sleep shorts and one of Harryâs huge t-shirts.Â
âMâgonna give you a massage,â she tells Harry once theyâre both changed, shoving him onto the bed. He chuckles to himself at her weak attempt to manhandle him, but complies easily, settling onto his stomach so that she could straddle his back. She squirts some lotion onto her hands and warms it up between her palms, then rubs it smoothly onto Harryâs broad and muscular back.
âMm, thank you baby,â he groans. âSo good tâme.âÂ
Itâs all innocent at first â y/n knows that Harry was stressed out and probably super tense, so she thought giving him a nice massage to work out the knots in his shoulders would be nice. But, of course, with Harry shirtless underneath her, itâs hard for her thoughts to stay completely pure.Â
Harryâs so strong and muscled⌠itâs so hot. He feels firm underneath her hands, her palms smoothing over the ridges and curves of the muscles in his toned back. His shoulders are broad and his biceps look huge, even without being flexed or anything. The skin of his back is warm and smooth⌠so soft and tan. Her mouth waters as she rubs her hands up and down his back.
Her fingers find his shoulders and she kneads them deeply, which makes Harry let out a loud groan. His shoulders are particularly tense, and her little fingers are rubbing the tight knots in them so nicely. âHarder baby,â he grunts, and she obliges. Her thumbs dig deep into the meat of his shoulders and rub in slow, painful circles.
She uses all her strength to massage him. Heâs so built, every inch of his back covered with hard muscles, that it takes a lot of energy to really get in there. She has to put her entire weight into her hands and press deep onto his back. Luckily, the lotion made it easy for her to glide over his skin and knead his sore muscles. The groans that he lets out tell her which spots to focus on.Â
His eyes are shut, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. It hurts so good. His cock has started to plump up a bit, twitching every time her delicate fingers knead a particularly painful knot in his back. She keeps rubbing him, digging her fingers into his muscles, and the pressure in his cock grows unbearable.Â
He flips himself around, unable to deal with it any longer. Y/n gasps at his sudden movement, then finds herself short of breath when she settles herself back down on his lap and feels how hard he is underneath her. Straddling his hips in nothing but her little, thin pair of sleep shorts, she can feel him⌠feels the curve of his cock, restrained in his boxers, and feels the ridge of his tip nudging against her clit. Sheâs sure that he can probably feel her pussy too, feel every fold and the tiny bud of her clit.
He smirks up at her when her little pussy flutters around nothing, twitching so delicately against his clothed cock. Her center feels hot, keeping him warm while she sits prettily atop him. âKeep going babyâŚâ he says, voice low and dangerous. âMâarms hurt so much, can you rub âem for me?âÂ
He pouts up at her, but itâs a mocking pout. He knows exactly what sheâs thinking about, and itâs much more filthy than his innocent request for an arm massage.Â
Nonetheless, she squirts some more lotion on her hands and brings them down to his strong biceps. Heâd been to the gym yesterday for arms, so he wasnât lying when he said they were sore. But also, that means theyâre particularly pumped today, firm and delicious⌠y/n just wants to bite them.Â
His hands rest on her hips while she rubs her palms up and down his arms, his thumbs tracing soft circles onto the skin of thigh where her shorts have ridden up. She looks like sheâs intently focused on rubbing his arms, but really, she canât stop thinking about the way his cock feels underneath her. He subtly grips her hips and presses her down harder onto the hard bulge in his pants, and lets out a strained breath through his nose. Y/n similarly feels her breath catch in her throat, her hands pausing momentarily as she flutters her eyes shut.
âFeels so good baby,â he murmurs when her hands migrate up to massage his chest, rubbing circles over his swallows and tracing over his butterfly delicately. Itâs a not-so subtle innuendo to fuel the fire of the sexual tension burning between the two of them right now.Â
The hands on her hips start to slide upwards, under her shirt to rest on her warm tummy. He can see the soft peaks of her nipples poking through the shirt sheâs wearing. âBaby⌠show me yâpretty tits, please?â he begs. He slides his hands even higher until his fingers graze the undersides of her breasts. âHad such a long day, I deserve a treat donâ I?â
âY-yeah,â she agrees softly, taking her shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. Sheâs left topless, her perky nipple peaking in the cold air of Harryâs bedroom, and her wet pussy pressed firmly to his hard cock.
She continues rubbing his chest with her tits out, and Harry takes it upon himself to do the same to her. He plays with her tits, holds them in his palms and rubs his thumbs over her hard nipples. Still, itâs not enough.Â
âCome closer, baby,â he murmurs lowly, guiding her forward. She inches forward slowly, back arching while holding herself up with her arms, until her boobs are hanging in front of Harryâs face.Â
He sticks his tongue out and leans up, attaching himself to her nipple and sucking it into his mouth gently. His tongue licks the soft bud gently, and he hums happily. âMmm, baby, so nice to me,â he mutters, switching to her other nipple, âLettinâ daddy play with your pretty tits âcos I had a long day.â Hand engulfs the breast that heâd just hand in his mouth, palming it gently while his tongue plays with the other. His teeth skim her soft skin gently, and he starts sucking. Each purse of his lip and pass of his tongue sends a shock straight down to y/nâs center, and sheâs absolutely, totally drenched. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, and she canât help herself before grinding herself down.Â
Since sheâs lifted herself up to align her tits with Harryâs face, sheâs no longer sitting on his bulge, but instead now sitting on the butterfly painted on his abdomen. She presses herself onto his abs, soothing the dull ache that comes each time he hums around her breast.
Her boobs are so plump and plushy, dangling in front of his mouth and covered in his spit. His hands grope her chest sensually, pushing her breasts into his face and letting himself indulge like a teenage boy. He lets them bounce on his face, skimming his lips against them then pulling himself back, teasing himself. He nudges his nose against them, and they jiggle prettily right in front of his face. God, heâs making himself so hard, playing with her tits like this, having them all up in his face. All he can see is her skin, the roundness of her breasts, the soft bud of her nipples. No matter which way he turns his head, he makes contact with her, her nipples skimming his cheeks or his lips dancing against her sideboob.Â
âJus-â she gasps when he takes her boob back between his lips and sucks, tongue curling around her nipple, âJusâ wanna make you happy daddy.âÂ
âDoing so good baby, taking caring of me so well,â he murmurs, barely moving his lips from her skin before reattaching to her areola. âYou know what would make daddy so happy?âÂ
âW-what?â she whimpers, pushing her clit down against his hard abs.
âIf you got on my cock and got yourself off. Could you do that for me, puppy?âÂ
She nods eagerly and shuffles herself down, shoving Harryâs briefs down. His cock bounces up and slaps against his stomach, the tip completely slick with his own precum and arousal. She doesnât even bother warming herself or Harry up â the massage and his little play session had gotten both of them 100% ready.
She doesnât take her sleep shorts off, genuinely too excited to stuff herself full of his cock. Grabbing him by the shaft, she hovers right over his hips and slowly guides him into her dripping cunt. The slide in is easy, absolutely no resistance from how wet she is, and sheâs able to bottom out on the first go.Â
Her hands rest on his chest to support herself, and she starts to lift her hips, up and down, skin meeting skin with every drop down. Her nails dig into his flesh, and it hurts just as good as her massage had. Sheâs riding him like she never has before â usually sheâs a bit of a princess, mostly grinding her clit down and rubbing herself on his cock slowly until her thighs start to burn and she whines for Harry to take over.Â
Now though, with the way heâd teased her all nice, sheâs bouncing on his cock properly, using all her strength to pull herself all the way up, then drop back down. She sets a messy pace for herself, but it doesnât matter. Heâs hitting all the right spots in her, and thatâs all she care about.Â
Harry lies on his back in bliss, her pussy absolute heaven around his cock. Her messy pace and high bounces have her tits jiggling, and Harry pushes himself up onto his elbows to get a better view. âFuck, puppy, youâre an angel.âÂ
He brings a hand down to rub her at her clit, fingers rubbing tight circles as she grinds herself on him. âGonna cum baby,â he groans, âAre you close?â
She whines out, and nods messily, eyes shut as she keeps herself going.Â
Harry throws his head back, and shuts his eyes, rubbing her clit faster and faster until sheâs cumming, clenching around his cock and squeezing him so tightly. His vision goes white his ears start to ring, and heâs in absolute heaven.
Y/n collapses onto his chest, and he spurts out long streaks of cum into her warm pussy, balls clenching with every release and his hips twitching upwards, trying to get as deep into her as he possibly can. She lays on top of him heavily, breathing hard with rosy cheeks and a glistening forehead from how hard sheâd worked to get them both to their end.Â
He pulls her up for a kiss. What had he even been stressed about, again?Â
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Harryâs Home
Part III.
Read Part 1 Here!
Read Part 2 Here!
Pairing/AU: Roommate!Harry // Roommate!Y/N
Word Count: ~ 4k words
â ď¸ Content Warnings: Adult Language, Pining, Sexual Desire, References to Body Weight (âChubbyâ Reader), Fantasies of Rough Sex, Breeding Fantasies, Exhibitionism, Explicit Depictions of Masturbation(M&F), Dirty Talk, ~Slow Burn~
So, yeah. Harry and I have successfully become somewhat close. Weâve put up with each otherâs shit for long enough and eventually bondedâor whatever the hell you call it when a pair of sex-starved adults live in close quarters and they decide to play nice so the walls donât come down on them.
Even though itâs the time of year when I can see my breath and I have to wear socks to protect my chilly toes when Iâm lounging around the house, when Iâm around HarryâŚI might as well be a tea kettle on the verge of squealing in steaming agony. I guess you could say Iâve been in heat.
Iâm catching myself spacing all the time, hypnotized by his comfortable routine. He grasps my attention like itâs second-nature to him, and I have no other choice but to relentâto surrender. How fucking pathetic is that? Like, get a grip, woman.Â
But seriously, I canât take it anymore. I turn powerless and my body betrays me, simply from the man meeting my eyes with his from across the room. For someone to hold this much control over another human being by just existingâŚnot only is it completely unfair, but it feels otherworldly. Itâs as though a connection has been birthed out of the rawest, most sinful form of lust, with its sole purpose to fuse a pair of unwed and horny humans. Thus latching itself onto the two of us, melding an incubus with a siren.
I guess it could just be some crazy-intense sexual tension, too. Thereâs no fun in that explanation, but whatever. The point is that I canât fucking take it anymore. Me being so mesmerized by him performing the most mundane of tasksâunscrewing a new jar of jam, rubbing the sleep out of his face as he stumbles out of his bedroom, sneaking little peeks at me from across the room and smirking to himself after he looks away. God. That smirk keeps me up at nightâŚmy hands groping myself and massaging my clit to lull myself to dreamland.
RightâŚso about thatâŚ
For the past few months, Harryâs been able to hear me fucking myself through the thin wall that separates our two bedrooms. The divider does absolutely nothing to silence me and my explicit acts of self-pleasure. These walls couldnât muffle a mouse, let alone an ambitiously horny, and impressively vocal young woman whoâs desperate to get her rocks offâŚhard.Â
And Iâm certain he can hear everythingâevery gasp, every whine, every slick plunge of my fingersâor a toyâas theyâre used in a merciless attack on my own body in order to chase an unattainable highâŚIt's loud. Itâs filthy.Â
Itâs pornographic.
And yet Harry indulges in my songs. I know he does. The only way Iâm able to get myself off is to picture him on the other sideâŚto close my eyes and astral-project my way into his room and assume the role of the voyeurâŚas the exhibitionist. Iâm a walking oxymoron.
I imagine my waves of ecstasy seeping through the walls to awaken his neglected cock in his tight briefs.
I think to myself,Â
âŚI bet heâs wondering whether or not I'm messing with him...if I know heâs listening to meâŚand if, perhaps, I want him to listenâŚ
If only I were just playing a sick game of teaseâŚSuch a possibility would be utterly humiliating for Harry. He loathes feeling like his control is in the hands of another. Said power landing in my hands? OhâŚNo, no, no. Lest we forget the towel incident? Donât let the sensitive late-night talks, the apology hugs, or the sleepy cuddles fool you; a switch, Harry is not. Not that heâs told me or anything, but itâs a feeling. When he drags his eyes down to slowly assess meâŚthere isnât a doubt in my mind that heâs in charge.
He has a limited threshold for teasing and babying, which is precisely why he shooed his own mother out the door after a mere 5 minutes of her jests. Harry spent his entire life as the baby. I sense heâs needed a release for quite some timeâŚand it probably doesnât help matters that my playful antics are sure-fire triggers for his dark dominance to take over. I think heâs struggled to find the right mate to unleash that part of himself with. At least completely, that is. And I hope Iâve been pressing just the right buttons to experience it all for myself.Â
But yes, Iâve been fucking myself with lotsa gusto knowing heâs in close earshot of the action. Hopefully, heâs come to successfully make sense of some of my muffled ramblings beyond his wall as, âYes, Daddy!â as well as the occasional gasp or moan of âHarry.â What? I like itâŚ
Although Iâd love to exacerbate the narrative that this has all just been a cruel game started by yours trulyâa game that Iâm winning, to be clearâI'm actually not messing with him. This had begun purely by accident, and now I'm just continuing to provide some adult entertainment for my, uh...housemate andâŚgood friend.Â
Before you scold me for being a perv, let me just finish explaining the situation. Because if Harry had a problem with something I did, heâd tell me. And he never complained about this. Never.Â
Quite the opposite, actually.
The first time I did my private deeds with Harry eavesdropping in the next room, I'd initially felt horribly embarrassed. I hadn't realized how shameless I was, or how loud and desperate the noises were as they came out of me. Once I finally caught myself, it was like space and time had spun to a stop, and I was painfully aware of my raw indecency.
I wasnât watching porn, reading erotica, or listening to naughty audio recordings. Nope. Only my lustful thoughts fueled the eagerness in my fingers as they played with my pussy. Iâd also been blatantly inconsiderate of Harry and his right to privacy whilst they did. I felt dirty. I wasnât thinking clearly. Pfft, I was hardly thinking of anything. It reminded me of the time just before we moved into this houseâŚwhen I lurked on his social media pages for the images of his slick, half-naked body which burned themselves into my memory, all just to use him for my own personal, sick, sexual gratification. Â
And there I was againânow cohabiting a space with the very inspiration for my filth and frustrationâlying comfortably atop a spacious, girly pink towel to protect my bed linens from succumbing to my wetness. My knees were spread apart and my dripping cunt was on full display for my closed door across the room. If anyone walked in, they'd unknowingly be entering what many theme parks tend to call a âsplash zone.âÂ
Luckily, Harry was in the living room watching some melodramatic video essay on YouTubeâŚOr at least thatâs where Iâd left him before ending up in the not-so-innocent position atop my mattress.
I hadnât thought about the fact that the house wasnât empty until I heard my own whiny sighs combined with unmistakable slippery pussy-rubbing echoing throughout the room. My cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink once Iâd realized the extent of my elevated volume. There was no way Harry couldnât have heard all that. And I had no idea how long Iâd been up to it, or for how long at that high of a frequency.
The click of a door closing nearby interrupted my nervous internal monologueâHarryâs door. He was mere meters away from my partially-nude body, but my private quarters kept me safe from any judging eyes. The wall our bedrooms shared stood as the only barricade between our two bodies. For a while, I dismissed my initial self-awareness and I slowly, and carefully, swirled my drenched fingertips over my clit. More of my liquid arousal coated my petite hand. For some reason, the idea of Harry walking in on me like that had me feeling hot. Realistically, that wouldâve meant immediate, devastating humiliation. Did that mean I was into that? Iâd say yes judging by the way I was pulsing around nothing whilst staring at my door, picturing the man himself standing there smirking at meâŚtilting his head and patronizing me.Â
âŚAw, would you look at thaââŚDoes that feel good, Sweet Bunny?Â
âMmhmm.â I found myself nodding with a sigh, my eyes relaxed and veiled. My mind refused to backtrack, and instead doubled-down. I probably should have stopped myself right there, but fuck, could self-sabotage feel good.
My brain directed me towards thinking about how pretty and sweet I was on the outside. My body, soft, and my features, so delicate, but so grabbable. Every part of me had an ample amount of plushness to squeeze. To manhandle. My tiny wrists and my elegant neck, the perfect size for a pair of big hands to wrap around. I bit my rosy lip on a whine, then brought my thumb up to rub and tease it before sucking on it. The sinful acts my mouth performed were a secret I kept with the few lucky men whoâd experienced it for themselves. I wanted so badly to share that with HarryâŚI wanted to share all of myself with him.Â
âMmmâŚHarry.â I moaned aloud, releasing my wet thumb and sneaking it under my shirt, swiping the slick pad back and forth over my sensitive tit.
It was hard for me not to think about Harry whenever I touched myself. I thought about his fingers playing with my hair, him burying his face into my neck the times we cuddledâŚfeeling his hard-on against my ass on the couchâŚthe times when heâd hugged meâŚand catching his gaze drift down to my titsâŚI bet heâd thought Iâd never notice, even after having done it multiple times in a single conversation. HmmâŚwas Harry Styles an ass man or a tit man? Or was he something elseâŚ? He certainly liked looking at my boobsâŚand I'm able to confirm that his body has a very positive reaction to pressing up against my buttâŚ
Honestly, I didnât even care what parts of the body Harry liked the most. All I cared about was how badly I wanted to feel him use mine. I wrapped my small hand around my throat and arched my back up off of the mattress, gasping as I mindlessly pushed two hooked fingers inside my tight opening, picturing a certain tall, curly-headed British man molesting me instead. The sound of my own moans enhanced my pleasure as I rode myself towards peak bliss. My modesty had become non-existent as my hands worked each sensitive spot between my legs and teased at my pebbled nipples. A part of me needed him to hear me that night. I was getting off on that taboo. But thatâs all it wasâŚmy imagination.Â
It was just a silly little fantasy. Harmless exhibitionism. I wasnât actually being that loudâŚâbut thatâs when I suddenly heard more feedback beyond the wall. Itâd been some time since Iâd heard the door click shut. My personal distractions got in the way of keeping track of time.Â
There was an urgent fumbling. A repetitive clinking. The sound resembled a bit of metal hitting other metal. But it was light. Small. Following that, I heard a rough yank and a soft plop as whatever the item was had dropped heavily onto the carpeted floor. An unmistakable hum of a zipper quickly came subsequent to the discarding of the first mystery itemâbut it was no longer a mystery to me as my sex-clouded mind pieced together what I was hearing. The hands nestled between my thighs slowed at the realization.
Well, Harryâs just changing into his pajamas for the night, right?
My audible x-rated activities bouncing off the walls for several minutes whilst my roommate innocently removed his pants next doorâŚmaybe I was overthinking thisâŚI remembered calling out our "goodnight"'s to each other around 10 minutes before I slipped out of my panties and began to shamelessly pleasure myself. He was still in his business-y work clothes when I left him in the living roomâŚand I knew I just heard his bedroom door click shut in the middle of my alone time. And at that point, Harry was right there. He was just trying to unwind, yet happened to be in the room adjacent to mine. It was probably too awkward for him to ask for me to quiet down.Â
Poor guyâŚugh. I was disgusted with myself. I felt I needed to end my âsessionâ right there, and
I was mentally preparing a nice apology text to send him. There was no way in hell I'd bring this up in person to Harry the following day. Surely Iâd be in tears before I could even form the right words. I didnât even want to imagine the scenario of Harry, himself, mentioning it to my face. Every possible, horrible consequence of my selfishly lewd deeds played out in my mind. There I was, lying there with my knees bent up and spread wide openâmy fingers frozen against where I'm most sensitive. The silence made the throbbing in my clit feel even more desperate.Â
And then Harry flicked his white-noise machine on.
Oh, GodâŚThis was so embarrassing.
I wanted to sink into a black hole and never be seen, nor heard, ever again. The severity of the situation felt devastating to me. Was I truly so grotesque that the beautiful man I lived with had to tune me out with the highest setting of his old, rattly sleep machine?!
Hell, I was more than embarrassed, I was fucking humiliated. For real, this time. And it was all my fault.
I just wanted to disappear.
But just as I was readying myself to book a flight back home to move back in with my parents to spare myself from ever having to look Harry in the eye againâŚ
I heard it.Â
I heard him.
ââŚMmmhhâŚâ
Beyond the hum of the wimpy white noise, there was a raspy moan on the other side of the wall. I thought I was just imagining it, or that maybe it was Harry quietly retching in disgust, but then it happened again.Â
No, yeah. It was definitely a moan.
I held my breath as I focused upon the sound of an abrupt curse followed by the distinctive sound of spitting.Â
â...Ahhh, fuckââÂ
*ptuh*Â
The grunting and other lewd noises continued. I could only imagine Harryâs tightened fist, wet from his own drool, working diligently at his neglected cock.
â...MmâŚh-hmâŚugghhhâŚâ
It seemed like Harry's white-noise machine had some impressive competition. My lips curved into a smirk and my embarrassment exponentially subsided.
His growls vibrated right through the layers of paint and drywallâsliding their way under my shirt, swirling around my perked nipples before bolting straight down to my fingertips, coaxing them to push deeper into my heat. Squeezing my thighs together and arching my back, I curled those digits and gasped out audibly. Feminine arousal leaked from my center and down the crease where my ass met my thighs. Everything was so slippery. Iâd made a mess of myself within seconds. Not to mention, the pornographic squelch of my fingers echoed shamelessly beyond the slick walls of my cunt.
If Harryâs spit-covered palm was loud enough to hear over the white noise, then I knew the splashy reservoir between my legs was audible too.
Another series of grunts and huffs sounded beyond the wall behind me and the white noise machine was switched off. I retracted my fingers and slid them up and down my slit, teasing myself and picturing Harry rubbing the head of his dick along my entrance. My brow pinched hedonistic agony. Oh, God, did I want him inside meâŚI needed somethingâŚanythingâŚ
With my less-saturated hand, I reached over to open my bedside drawer and lifted the lower compartment to retrieve the silk satchel that encased my dildo. My sticky-slick fingers fumbled impatiently with the ties until the toy comically launched out of the bag and bounced itself smack down onto the inside of my splayed thigh. I could just picture Harry laughing at my lack of grace even though he was busy with his own deeds next door. The thought of Harry teasing me about the dildo made me blush a bit, and I smiled to myself, imagining his hand reaching out to brush my hair out of my face, his pupils dilating as heâd sit on his knees next to the bed and lean over me until his lips grazed my earâŚ
Be a good girl and show me what filthy things you do with this, BunnyâŚShow me where it goesâŚShow me how you fuck yourselfâŚ
I hadnât realized Iâd done it again. Iâd gotten lost in that depraved little world of mine, and I whimpered aloud in response to the Imaginary Harry who was speaking in my fantasy, âY-you want me to fuck my pussy for you, Daddy?â Maybe it was the Imaginary Harry again, but I couldâve sworn that I heard a silky British voice nearby react, âGodddâŚdammit, BunââŚUgh, fuuuck, yes. Fuck that sweet little pussy fâme, baby, holy shitâŚâ
Laying back down, I brought the silicone cock up to my lips and sucked it into my mouth. I slowly bobbed my head on it and soaked it with my saliva after deepthroating it several times. The sloppy blowjob I gave to my dildo seemed to have been loud enough to be heard by Harry next door, as he voiced out, âOh my god, Y/NâŚI wanna fuck that pretty mouth.â
I pulled it away from my tongue, a string of drool dripping from the tip, and rubbed the head of the toy against my sensitive clit whilst I responded, bringing me right back to where I needed to be.Â
âMmhh, but you canât put a baby in me that way, Daddy.â
My own eyes widened and I gasped. I couldnât believe Iâd actually fucking said that.
âShit! UghhâŚAhhâŚUghhhhâŚFuck you, BunnyâŚAlmost made meâŚc-comeâŚChristâOhhh, fuck meâŚâ
With my free hand, I sucked on my index finger and let my eyes flutter closed as I pulled it out from my lips, trailing it down my neck, all the way to my breasts. Groping myself as best as I could with the rest of my hand, I used my forefinger to tease my nipple whilst the dildo swirled and swiped around my slickened slit. My breathing picked up quickly. The dildo had eventually disappeared inside my clenching hole. The only audible sounds I remember hearing were those of my ownâmy high-pitched gasps, the pornographic swishing and squelching of the dildo fucking my drenched cunt, the wet flicking noises of my fingers moving rapidly against my clitâŚI donât even remember how loud Harry was at that point, I was too focused on my fantasyâmy fantasy with himâto notice. I was so focused, in fact, that I had once again lost all sense of self-control and consciousness, succumbing to whatever had come naturally to me at the time and practically singing out my song of ecstasy for the whole goddamn neighborhood.
âOhmygodohmygodohmygodâŚHarry, please. I need your cumâŚOh, god, please come inside me. Fuck all your cum d-deeâoh gâŚâah! Yes! Yes! Donât stop!â
As I begged for my climax, Harry seemed to have been on the edge of his orgasm as well.
âJesus Christ, youâre gonna kill me, Y/NâŚYou want me to fill you up? Be my little breeding bunny? GodâŚYou dirty girlâŚFuuuckâŚoh fuck, Iâm gonna comeâŚâ
âYes! Yes, Daddy! I can take it! Please! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Aaahhh!â
I unraveled with a squeak followed by a series of breathless sobs, my hands, wrists, and arms working frantically and my eyes rolled back whilst the kaleidoscope of pleasure poured through my body. Immediately after my explosion, I collapsed like a ragdoll with the dildo slowly pushing out of me, and my fingers slipping around on my clit to prolong my high. As my breathing recovered, I listened to the tail-end of the orgasm taking place from Harryâs side of the wall.
âHoly shitâŚFucking take all of it fâme, babeâohhhh, yeahâŚuhh-uugghâŚmmhhâŚhmâŚDamnitâŚâSo muchâŚI wish all this was inside you, BunnyâŚfucking hellâŚâ
Iâd slept like a rock once I finally passed out. I wasnât even worried about what would come the next morning. Nah, I had the upper hand on this one for once. As a bratty submissive, Iâd gotten used to being teased and controlled. What an interesting feeling to exist on the other side. God, it felt fucking fantastic. Unfortunately for Harry, he wasnât as confidentâŚor at least that was what Iâd been able to interpret in the days following. Nights after the first one, Iâd carry on fucking my cunt until I was physically too exhausted to move my pretty little hands anymore. I swear Iâd heard Harry finish at least thrice in one night once. (Impressive, Styles.) As for myselfâŚwell, I usually lost count.
That first morning, I awoke with sore arms, a rogue dildo laying on the floor, my limbs tangled inside my sheets, yet a ridiculous smile was perma-glued onto my sleepy, orgasm-spent face. I tried my best to tone it down, as I didnât want to prance around the house like Iâd just risen from a deep sleep induced by a gazillion-and-one pulsating firecrackers of pleasure. Too obvious, you know? Had to act nonchalant. Unbothered.Â
Who was I kiddingâI was the most chalant person I knew. Harry would see right through that charade. But there honestly wasnât much need for pretending on my part since Harry had actively avoided any and all eye contact with me anyway. Iâd never seen the man be so meek. It was truly a sight.Â
Things would eventually loosen up as the days progressed, especially if it was a work day which meant Harry had an excuse to be miles away from me for several hours. It was somewhat of a bummer because I thoroughly enjoyed this sampling of power I newly held over the man. I reveled in the way our typical roles would reverse the mornings after our little bedtime serenades. They werenât a nightly occurrence, as I preferred to keep him on his toes; however, theyâd happen often enough that I tended to daydream in the middle of my work meetings. Iâd even begun to retreat to my bedroom an hour or so earlier in the evenings, giving Harry some lame excuse like tiredness or a headache. In reality, it was me signaling that I needed to get myself off sooner rather than later. Whenever Iâd announce my departure, I could feel how much heâd been aching for it all day, too. Harry eventually utilized the same approach to speed up the fulfillment of his own needs. Iâd changed up my tempo, my method of pleasure, the filth of my words, even my own positions whilst touching myself. It seemed like it had become almost like a routine for him to wait for me to fall into bed late in the evening. (Yet another one for me to be distracted byâŚ)Â
Nothingâs changed. I still imagine that he patiently lays atop his soft duvet with an anxious throb booming against his eardrumsâŚThat minutes will go by with him training his ear to follow each soft pad of my feet. And then I shut my door. I waste no time before diving my pretty fingers inside the waistband of my underwear and playing with my sensitive little petalâallowing all the filth to freely escape my lips. And every single time we do this, Iâm in my room picturing him naked from the waist down, one hand eagerly pumping his dripping length whilst the other massages his balls and perineum. To this day, the waves of simultaneous pleasure are still trapped only by the few measly layers of drywall that stand in between us.
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Temporary Fix (18+)
summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmateâs girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.
warnings (18+) cheating!reader, possessive!longhair!harry, talks of explicit photos of reader, smut, whole thing is unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), fingering, cum eating
It all started with a late night in Boston.
Sitting on Harryâs hotel bed, his tall long haired figure sat, head held down.
You and Liam had a very bad disagreement so when dramatically stormed out you headed to Harryâs hotel room⌠only to find him in distress.
"Itâs just-" He shook his head, curls swaying side to side, just wanting to get the thought of gripping them as he devoured your cunt out of your head whist this moment passed.
"She drove me fucking crazy," He expressed angrily, his accented voice grumbling. Your soft fingers caressed the back of his left one, lighting him up like hot coal. His voice of anger, deep and agitated, oddly turning you on. Clenching your thighs together as you comforted him. "Harry Iâm so-" This was closer than you guys have ever been since the sexual tension built or since ever. You both knew you shouldnât be here⌠this close to him.
You traced the prominent veins in the back of his hand as you thought about how you were somehow calming his nerves. Somehow yours too. Before coming into Harryâs room, you stormed out on Liam after a very long last disagreement. You never told him where you were heading but may he never assume it was to his bandmate, hand in hand.
"You need a distraction. Something to use until you get over this bitch," You told him lowly. Slowly leaning towards the suggestion you wanted to get to, you sighed. Harry just shook his head, "Y/n please-" He didnât make any effort to move his hand away from yours.
Both of your knees touching, sending enough friction into you to lift the left hand of his you caressed. Laying the large palm upon your large bare thigh, laying it down right where your short skirt ended. Feeling instant warmth, Harryâs mouth falls agape before letting his nails pick your fabric. Mixed emotions filled his featured. Confusion with a devilish smirk growing.
"Use me."
Shocking you both with how the random wave of confidence and now anticipation filled your flesh. "Y/n," He warned. But not in a 'stop' tone it was more 'you donât know what youâre getting yourself into' tone. Your breath hitched. If you were thinking straight you would apologized and leave like this never happened but you were both too deep to turn back. Your hand hesitantly made its way to his face. The soft palm of yours met his jawline, fingers reaching his long soft hair, shocking you both that youâre going this far. "Use me," Caressing his cheek you continued, "As a distraction," The way he was looking at you made you want to jump on him. His pink lips twitched, hesitating to smirk.
The room was all of a sudden silent. You took it upon yourself, to stand up and step in front of him. Harryâs head turnt up to keep eye contact He didnât know what was happening but he wasnât complaining. Taking a step forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. His shoulder get a nice squeeze from your fingers before some played with the curls in the back of his head. Harry slowly raised his hands his hands and placed them on the back of your bare thighs, pushing you into the space between his thighs. "What are you saying? You saying you want me to- What? Tell me, pretty," His voice husky, making your tummy do backflips. Hiding a little school girl giggle thatâll make you seem pathetic, you scrunched your skirt up.
Harryâs eyes pry down from your eyes to your bare thighs at were exposed. He closed his legs a bit, knowing your plan, allowing you to set yourself on his lap. Calves resting on either side of his thigh, you pressed your core against him. "Take all your emotions out on me. When your angry, upset, irritated⌠happy." Your hands meet the back of his head, two fingers running through the tight curls in his head.
His smirk grew, "Do you know what youâre asking for, love? Willing to let me have you?"
"Well, youâre going to have to share me remember?" You teased, smiling, quickly peaking down to look at his pink lips. "I donât like sharing," He grumbled, pressing his hands to your lower back, pushing you closer to his figure. When he looked down to your peaking cleavage and your bare thighs beneath, his breath hitched. "But I guess Iâll have to, hmm?"
"Mhm," You hummed in your sweet, delicate voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. All of the tension finally broken. When you kissed it was like a bolt of electricity.
He tasted the mango flavored lip balm on your soft lips, getting a long lasting taste when his tongue collides with yours. His hands trail lower, down to your ass. The skirtâs fabric making it impossible for him to the get full satisfaction⌠not that he wasnât happy with what he was receiving. Heads moving side to side as the kiss grew sloppy. You wrapped your lips around his tongue, sliding it out of your mouth. Breaths uneven, soon to be caught. "Letâs get this off baby." Baby.Your stomach turns and suddenly you forget all about your boyfriend who is just a couple of rooms down from the one you were making out with his bandmate in.
You nod in response, obeying his request. Pulling up your shirt over your head with Harryâs assistance. When your shirt was thrown somewhere across the room his eyes flung to your cleavage. As if it was two sizes too small, your boobs practically spilled out the bra like they were being suffocated. Didnât even have to tell you, you pushed your skirt off as well leaving you in your black panties. "Oh my fuck. God youâre perfect," He huffed out, attaching his swollen lips back to yours.
Sliding his large hands up to harshly grope your breast, you gasp against his lips. He groaned against you when you accidentally grind against his hard. Reattaching your lips with his as Harryâs hands unclasp your bra from behind. The cold air hardens your nipples, a whimper shakily leaves your lips as you bump your body against his clothed chest. He pulls away from your face to look at your boobs, taking them in his large hands. "Shit," Harry curses under his breath. "Lay down for me baby," He releases his grip on your breast allowing you to place yourself on the bed.
Laying out on the cold sheets, your boobs recoil as you breathed heavily. Harry crawls so that heâs between your thighs. "Fucking shit, baby. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look laid out in front of me. I havenât even fucked you yet and youâre already looking hot and fucked out. God Liam is a lucky fella," He couldnât stop staring at your tits. The more he stared the more you wanted his touch.
"Harry touch me please," You swarmed when he began to crawl closer. Without answering, he passed you a devilish smirk before going tongue first and pressing a hard kiss against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, tasting him as he tasted you. Your hand meeting his long hair that dangled and tickled the side of your face. He pulled away but not letting you go a second without satisfaction. He placed burning hot kisses on to your neck. Teeth brushing pass your skin feverishly as he left wet sloppy kisses on your skin with a little sucking in between.
"N-no- God, right there," You moaned and whimpered as he continue to find your spot around your collarbone. "N-no marks, Harry," You told him with your strained voice. His lack of response tells you he didnât hear you. "Harry-"
"I know what Iâm doing, love."
Was all he said.
His tongue was hot against your stomach as he pressed kisses down to your core. "Harry, please," You whined.
Harry stared at your cunt through the now see through panties. You were so soaked that you can now see your aching cunt. Cursing under his breath, Harry slides your panties off watching your cunt come to color. "My cunt now," He claimed lowly. "Yeâ hear me baby girl?"
"Yes," Your voice was whiny. So wanting him to just fuck you already and skip the foreplay.
"What I say?"
"Your cunt now." Can you please- Harry," You whined. Swarming in front of him, he forcefully held your down with his arms weight in his wrist. "What you want, gorgeous, hmm? My mouth?"
You hummed a desperate yes as you peaked down at him. He runs his hands through his long hair before letting his nose brush against your bare cunt. "Oh, oh-" Harry licks up your slit before wrapping his plumped lips around your aching clit. Letting out an unholy moan and scream combined along with an unbearable whine. "Oh my god!" Harry sucked on your nub hard as you grabbed at the top of his head, practically pushing his head into your cunt.
Harryâs tongue lays around along your cunt sliding down your slit, leaving your swollen clit throbbing. Harry doesnât let himself neglect your clit. Instead, he places his thumb in replace of his mouth, pressing down and rubbing in a circular motion as his tongue enters your pussy. "Oh my fucking-! Harry, Harry, Harry," You moan his name, praying you were too loud, or to the point people recognized your voice. But you didnât care.
Harry hummed against your pussy making your legs shake and thighs clenched. Shaking his head as he devoured your cunt tasting your wetness on his tongue. You mewled lowly, trying to gain self control. "Yeah, you know I love them pretty noises, baby. But yeâ canât be too loud. Your boyfriendâs down the-" Shutting him up and bringing him back down to your cunt. Understanding the message to shut up, Harry thrusted his tongue into you. Curling inside you, his tongue twisted in turned, your moans music to his ears.
Shooting the top of your body up as a shock ran through your body and to your thighs. "Oh my god, oh my god," Your voice shakes just as your thighs. Shock through your body when he hums, amused by your unholy sounds. The muscles in your tummy tightened as Harry pushed his tongue deeper in you getting to feel your walls clench as much as he fucking could. You were so close. "My clit, my clit. Harry, please, fuck," You pleaded for the same affection he gave to your hole to your clit. "Mmh kay baby," He did as you wanted and sucked your clit harder and harder. His lips mustâve looked so pretty sucking on your swollen nub.
Your body began to shake as you feel yourself getting worked up. "Iâm cumming, Iâm going to cum. Harry," You called out for him as your thighs shakes against the sheets as you let them collapse.
"I got you baby. Cum fâme, I got you," The words comforted you as you experienced your high. Your chest rises heavily as the knot in your stomach consisted as you released the ooz from throbbing cunt. You huffed out, breath hitching in your throat when you feel Harryâs tongue at the rim of your hole. Not letting the cum go to waste, eating his cause as you mewled weakly.
"Taste so fucking sweet, baby."
He came up from between your legs to get a good view of your face. Your breathing still uneven and your expression is still in disbelief.
"You look so hot," He said hovering over your trembling body. Resting his left palm on the side of your head where some strands of your hair laid upon the white bedsheets and his other hand met the opposite sideâs breast. You hissed as he pinched your nipple ever so lightly. So sensitive to touch, you whine his name. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" Your eyes widen. You immediately wanting more of what he has to offer. Your cunt still recovering from your previous orgasm.
"Yes please. Thatâs exactly what I want, Harry. Please, yes. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. Iâm on the pill, just fuck me please," You spoke fast. The words spilled out like theyâve been built up for forever. Harryâs smirk grew as big as it can get. "âM gonna give yeâ what ye want, pretty. âCause you deserve it, yeâ?" You nodded. "Been such a good girl fâ me. Let me devour your pretty pink cunt till you let the whole hotel know my name, huh?" Cocky little shit. And it was hot.
Harry crawled back and off the bed. Youâd never past up the opportunity to see Harry strip. Resting on your elbows, catching him in the middle of the process of eliminating his shirt. Your tummy turns at the sight of the hidden tattoos that you admire whenever you possibly can.
He looks up at you as you practically drool over the belt of his pants being knocked somewhere in the room. He tugged down his skinny jeans, that added 2x the amount of pressure against his hard, enlarged cock. Removing the pants and being left in his briefs.
The large indent in his briefs and the breed of precum that tinted the color of the briefs makes you swallow harshly. Harry pulls down the briefs, feeling instant relief when his cock is set free, slapping against his stomach. It was big.
Almost wanting to go jumping at it and shove it balls deep in your mouth if possible.
He was really big. A raging thick vein spread out around his cock. His pink mushroom headed tip had a tear of precum dripping on itâs sides. "Oh my god," You gulped. Throwing your head back wondering how that was going to actually fucking destroy your pussy you would have no way to lie to your boyfriend about this.
Harry smirked crawling over you. And you soon realized his hair wasnât dangling in his face and that he somehow managed to tie it up without you realizing. "Iâm going to fuck this cunt so bad. Canât wait to have you clenching around my fat cock like you did my tongue, hmm?"
You nodded leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. "Just do it," You knew he was going to spread your cunt into two.
"Ready?"
You nodded, reassuring him you were ready. Harry let his cock slide down your folds, the hard tip making you whimper. Harry slides his tip in, immediately stretching your hole. Earning a tiny whimper from you and a full out scream when he pushes himself half way inside of you. Your pussy cries for justice as his cock isnât even fully buried. "Oh my god! Please, fuck! More, Harry, do it," You moaned.
Harry took your words and pulled himself to the point where he was at your entrance, tip still in. Harry slammed himself full length, balls deep into your cunt. You mewled loudly, tears escaping the hold of the lids. You cried out his name as he thrusted in and out of you.
"God baby. Youâre so fucking pretty when you cry. Feels good?" He thrusted into you roughly, his balls slapping against your skin.
"F-Feels so fucking g-good, Harry. Oh my gosh! I feel you, it feels so good," You cried. "Where does it feel good baby? Tell me, hmm?"
You looked down and laid your palm on your core to your mid stomach. "Right here. Youâre so deep in me. Feels like youâre in my tummy," You moaned. Harryâs thrust continued, he groaned loudly when your cunt clenched around his dick. Throwing his head back, Harry stretched your leg along with him. When he came to look at you, he laid his large hot palm against your stomach, pressing down. "Right here?"
"Y-yea. Right there."
It was like a heart beating hardly in your stomach. He kept pounding into you as moans and whimpers were being muffled in your mouth. "God. Bet Liam canât fuck you like this, hmm angel?" You shook your head, "N-no." Youâve never felt this full. Your hole was stretched larger than itâs ever been. It hurt like shit but it felt so good. "Iâve been waiting so long to stuff such a tight cunt."
"Iâm going to use you like the little whore you are," The degrading words sending a whirl on your tummy and you moan in response. "Please," You moan as you run into the brink of your second orgasm. "Iâm so so so close."
How were you going to walk the next morning?
Ever since that night in Boston, he did as you said and used you. How you managed to get up that morning and work through the pain was above you both. But the agreement stayed. Whatever it was⌠quick fucks in the bathroom, a hard slow sensual neck kiss, an accidental rub against the thigh, he found a way to get near you. Just to touch you. After that night, you were like a drug. He was addicted to you. Harry couldnât help but grow very possessive over you. Harry knew that he was going to have to share you. And shit, did it bug him whenever he has seen you two getting way too comfortable in front of him. Getting very angry whenever he sees you being close and cuddly with Liam. Whenever you canât tend to him because youâre tending to Liam.
Even after a week and a half of the arrangement, Harry had watched as Liam had his hands just a couple of inches away from your ass as you placed a soft peck against his lips. You guys were sitting at the end of the lounge couch. You curled up in Liamâs side as he rested his palm against your lower back. He kissed you and you practically held back a gagged. You couldnât help but grow a bitter taste in your mouth whenever he kissed you now that Harry was in the picture. Knowing Harry was observing every little thing you did with Liam and adding on for reasons to punish you later. Just the night before, Harry had claimed you as his. You still had the bruise on your ass and the marks on your core that gave the certification. He made you his, and only his. Maybe it was in the moment but he knew that you being just his wasnât so possible with your current relationship status. But he was making it work. He swore he better not catch you with any marks from Liam, or any news that you fucked him. Or you would be in for it. When youâd look over at him and his long hair is being swung to one side and he has that mean look on his face. You would know when heâs feeling antsy or jealous when his nose flares and he does that eyebrow raise. His face would say, "Wait for tonight," and youâd gulp down in embarrassment, completely flushed.
When you both began to get very comfortable with the arrangement, one day, you took it upon yourself to send Harry some explicit photos of you. Photos of you half naked in the mirror. Cleavage, unbearable, against your chest, your body in view just enough to rile him up.
Harry Holy shit
Harry DID YOU JUST GET OUT THE SHOWER??
Harry ???
Y/n Going in the shower now
Harry Facetime me please
Harry Y/n pick up your phone
Harry Y/n that fucking photo
Harry Youâre fucking thighs should be fucking wrapped around my head suffocating me right now
Harry Youâre so fucking thick and pretty baby god
Smiling when you see his name popping up to FaceTime for the second time now, declining.
Y/n Canât FaceTime right now. Heâs sleeping.
Y/n I would answer but YOU donât know how to stay quiet
Harry Iâll be quiet
Harry I promise
Harry Just answer baby please
You answered. How could you deny a "Baby please"? It was tempting not to just run over to his room and have him fuck you senseless.
Harryâs text would get really amusing to watch coming through your phone. The amount of times he needed you when you were tending to Liam is endless.
Harry Come to my room now, angel
Harry Come to me now
Harry Baby
Your personal favorite text is when he couldnât control himself. When he needed you so bad his text began to get really specific in needs.
Harry So hard thinking about you. Can you come down to my room now? I donât want to wait all tonight.
Harry Your ass looks so perfect in those shorts baby. So fucking hot
Harry Didnât get the chance to say how much i loved your outfit.
Harry Your boobs look amazing.
You You were staring?đ¤¨
Harry When am I not? I always stare at you baby
Harry Just a quick fuck right now
Harry Come on.
Harry Letâs go
Harry where the fuck are you
Shoving you into the bathroom, mouth instantly meeting your neck to place a harsh, kiss with the softest lips you can ever experience to your smooth skin. Harry anomalistically leaves hot kisses and marks of his tongue on your neck. "So what? Too busy fucking him to answer your bloody phone, huh?" His voice deep and raspy. Turning you around, untucking your white top from your skirt.
"Iâm- Iâm sorry." You whimpered, biting back the smirk that was growing as he manhandled you. The thought of getting caught with his bandmateâs girlfriend definitely startled Harry, donât get him wrong. He was a big name and just one little thing or one big thing like this could fuck up his reputation. It was sneaky, and you liked it. Harry groped your large breast roughly, "Turn around," You did as told. "You know youâre not sorry. Too busy being a little cheating slut," His words making you moan and curse that him calling you such a degrading word made your core turn. The sound of his belt metal slapping and swinging around made your body shake as you were swung over the bathroom sink.
Harry slides your skirt up, a low groan leaving his throat at the view of your naked cunt. "Shit, no panties today? Whoâd you do this for, hmm?" Harry ran his middle finger between your slick folds feeling warmth, spreading your wetness along your cunt as you dropped. "All for you, H." Harry grinned. "Having your bare cunt out fâme? Such a fucking slut. My little whore, is that right baby?"
"Y-y-yeah. Iâm your whore," You arched your back holding on to the edge of the counter for leverage, Harry's fingers pound into you. His thick index and middle finger thrust into you, clenching around him instantly. Your hole still stretched from the night before and your walls suffocating his fingers like they were in a chokehold, making him groan as he began to move them in a âcome hitherâ motion. "Oh my god," You hissed out holding your mouth and muffling your devilish mewl. "Please, please. Faster, H. Faster," You got what you requested. Harryâs fingers moved faster and faster in you. Once again, it was like a little beat in your stomach. Harry knew how to make you feel things youâve never felt before when sexually active, and you couldnât be more grateful he had a mouth and fingers of a god.
"God youâre clenching around my fingers. I wish we had some more time so I could bury my cock in there." You whined, "Please. Fuck me, please," Your hooded eyes looked at him through the mirror hung in front of you. He hovers behind you, his fingers still thrusting, his lips adjusted above your ear. Pressing a gentle kiss against it, he whispers, "As if I didnât split you and your tight cunt into two last night. Wasnât enough, hmm?"
"No, no. Please- Fuck," You cried quietly, squeezing your legs together as your stomach tightened. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," The more you cursed the faster he went. Kissing down your neck and pressing himself against you. "You know I canât fuck you right here baby. But god donât you feel so good," He purred looking up in the mirror to see you completely blissed out. Mouth hung open, eyes clothed shut. He slapped his palm against your hip activating your weak legs.
Times like those were the times Harry could only squeeze in so little time with you.
It was rare for you to text Harry for a fuck. The main reason you would have texted him was when you and Liam had a another disagreement that turned into something more than what it shouldâve.
Y/n Where are you right now? Are you in your room???
Harry Yes
Not so long after that, Liam arrives at Harryâs hotel room door. "Have yeâ seen Y/n? I canât find haâ" Liam panicked. Harry put on a phony act.
"Uh- I think she was heading down stairs. She sounded pretty upset early. I think she said she was going on a walk to clear her mind before we had rehearsal. Yâall got into it, huh?"
"Yeâ I fucked up, mate. I really did," Liam shook his head before Harry wished him good luck on finding you and ran down to the hotelâs floor elevator. As for Harry, he shut the door and turned around to see spread out across his bed. Naked and ready to be his first meal of the day.
Having your phone on "Do Not Disturb" all day and sliding down on his text was your way of hiding his text. Some days youâd silence his text completely.
Harry Okay, can you unmute my text now
You youâre unmuted
Harry Thank you. Meet me in 20
You Sure
Harry Wasnât a question.
Harry did not care. He was so reckless with the text. Knowing Liam was so trusting of you and your loyalty, he texted so freely.
Times when Harry felt it was time to soften his dominance were sometimes your favorite.
Harry I need to see you right now
Harry Quickie??????????
You A very very quick one
Harry Thanks love
You Harry. Iâm not playing. Quick!
Was not quick.
At one point you and Liamâs relationship wasnât going well. Having you to get your own hotel room instead of share because you needed space and also a way to sneak out to see Harry some nights.
You got out of Harryâs bed throwing on your bra and panties before he could complain. But it was too late. "Y/nnnnn," He whined out. His morning voice was deep and groggy. When you turned around to look at him, he was shirtless against the bedâs headboard. Harry in a man-bun but loose strands everywhere from his reckless sleeping. Harry admired your body, "You knowâŚ" He began and you let out a loud exaggerated sigh.
Harry rolled his eyes spinning his legs over the bed and walking over to your half naked body. Holding on to your waist. "I didnât know this sharing stuff would be hard. I know weâre just fucking as a distraction to my failed love life but I donât like sharing." You snort out a laugh at his comment about his love life and look up at him to see his dead serious expression.
"I-Well- You donât have to worry about that much longer, H. Promise," You told him and his eyes widen. "Are you breaking up with him?" Harryâs voice was low like there was another soul in the room and you gave him a little giggle in response.
"Not for you. Donât get cocky," You teased lightly, only a partial lie. "But yeah. I just feel like itâs bound to happen. So donât worry, youâd get me all to yourself in no time," Wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his bare chest, his breath hitched. "Mmh, youâre just perfect, arenât you?"
After that morning, Harry couldnât get the fact that you were officially breaking up with Liam out of his head. Harry grew more passionate in the arrangement and that wasnât the plan. He wouldnât say he caught feelings but definitely got more affectionate and all sex turned into some meaningful kisses that were never spoken upon.
TEMPORARY FIX PART TWO SNEAK PEAK HERE!
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â° baby honey â° #3 (dom!harry)
Harry fucks you a bit too hard, sending you crashing into your sub space.. but he doesnât notice. dom!Harry concept
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warnings/tags: Harry x reader, dom!harry, smut, mature situation, praise kink, daddy kink, daddy!harry, aftercare, fluff
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His groans were echoing in the room as he slammed his cock deep inside of you. His rough hands were gripping your hips, pushing down on you as he moved. Whimpers fell out of your mouth in between moans, but he wasnât really acknowledging them. Your face was pressed against the mattress, slobber dripping down on the sheets as you lay with your mouth open.
âFuck, baby. Such a fucking tight pussy.â He grunted, hand smacking down on your ass suddenly, making you wince at the sharp pain.
âHa-Harry, gonna cum.â You warn as a ripple of pleasure began to roll through you.
âCum on my cock, baby. Cum good for me.â He encouraged, hips pounding into yours.
It was hard to take breaths as your eyes rolled back, back arching into the bed as he held your waist tight. He was supporting his weight above you, hips smacking into your body.
âHa-Harry.â
You came hard. Stars filled your eyes and you felt dizzy as your legs flopped on either side of him, hands squeezing the sheets. You could feel the wetness gush out of you, all over his cock. Your nerves were shot and within seconds your body was limp. You relaxed your arms and legs, still feeling him slide deep into you. Your spine twitched as he shoved his length all the way in, holding it as he shot cum into you. You whimpered when he gently pulled half way out, cum still spurting from his tip. He pushed back in, groans leaving his throat as he filled you up. After a few more ropes of cum, you were overflowing with pleasure and his release.
He held his cock inside of you for a moment, heaving breaths filling the room. You were spent, completely worn out. Harry was kneading your ass cheeks, waiting until he started to soften before dragging out of you. He did slowly, painfully. You winced as his tip pulled out of your entrance - leaving you empty now. He moaned at the sight of your fucked cunt. His cum began to drip out of your hole, rolling down your slit. He wanted to rub his finger all in it then feed it to you, but he didnât want to ruin the visual.
âFuck, baby. Youâre so beautiful.. and got such a pretty pussy.. all filled with my cum.â He mumbled, still breathing heavily. âLove it when you take my cum.. such a good girl.â
You let out a shaky breath, hand blindly searching for him. He noticed and took hold of your wiggling fingers. You let him hold onto your palm. You didnât care how, you just needed to feel him.
âHavenât fucked you so hard in a while, babe.â He slapped your ass, chuckling as he heard you gasp. âMightâve been too rough.. got little bruises already.â His fingers tapped the area he had been squeezing for so long.
âI..â
He didnât hear you. âFuck youâre gorgeous.. your pussy so pink.. puffy.. love it when I fuck you, yeah? Cute little cunt.. sâmy favorite thing.â
As much as you adored hearing the praise, you were entirely too out of your head to react to it. You needed him to comfort you, not try to rail you again, even if it was just his words he was using this go around. Your heart was racing, your stomach was turning flips. You needed his hand, his touch on you somewhere, some how. You mustered up some strength, hoping heâd notice you.
You weakly squeezed his hand. âCan..â
âHm?â He leaned down some to hear you better. âWhat do you need, baby?â
âYou.â
âNeed me how?â
You grunted, irritated that he couldnât tell. âWanâ cuddles.â
He hadnât really realized how fucked out you were, until your soft voice filled the air. Your request was simple and innocent, and it made him finally notice that you needed him in a much different way. He licked his lips, glancing down at your pussy.
He smiled. âWant me to clean you first?â
You shook your head. âNo.. wanna be full.â
âCuddles it is then, baby.â
He moved beside you, laying down and dragging you closer. You sighed as you snaked your arms around his torso and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He was sweaty from the intense fucking he did, but you didnât care. He smelled like him, and thatâs what you wanted - him.
âTalk to me.â
He chuckled a little. âAbout what?â
âDunno.. just wanna hear you.â
His hand squeezed your hip, the other one messing with your hair. âDid you like it?â
âMhm.â
âYeah? You did good. Always do so good.â He pecked your head. âMy sweet baby.. you must be a bit sleepy?â
âLots.â
He smirked. âReally sleepy? We can take a nap.. weâve got to go for dinner later, remember? With David and his wife.â
âI know.â You sighed at the mention of his business associate.
âAre you okay, babe? You seem sad.â
You knew what was wrong with you, and you were slightly upset that he hadnât noticed it yet. You were completely fucked out, your head was still dizzy and you felt like you were stuck in the clouds. You were being super cuddly and soft and quiet, surely he knew. He always knows.
A frustrated grunt left your throat. âWanâ my.. my Daddy.â
âAww, baby doll. No wonder youâre being so cuddly.â He grabbed your jaw and gently moved your head back. His soft eyes met yours, he smiled at the cute pout on your lips. âMy baby love.â
His handsome face always made you shudder. You bit your lip gently as you stared back at him.
âYou mustâve been extra sensitive hm? Didnât mean to over do it, darling.â
You smiled a little. âYou.. you used your mouth on me three times before filling me.. course I got a little sensitive, Daddy.â
âBit sassy, too, yeah?â
You grinned. âNo.. just tellinâ you.â
âHm.. Daddy didnât notice, baby love. You okay?â He lowered his brows some, making sure you knew he was being serious. He didnât like it when you tried to lie about how you felt, but thankfully you didnât do that a lot.
âMhm.. just feel really good.â
He rubbed his thumb against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your flushed skin. âYouâre going to be upset with me, honey bun.â
Your brows furrowed, nails scratching his skin. âWhy?â
âDavid made reservations at that restaurant you donât like.â
âWhy couldnât you make the reservations.â
He smiled. âIt wasnât my idea, pretty.â
âI donât wanna go.â You huffed out, shaking your head in utter disbelief. Harry almost always plans these sorts of things, and the one time he doesnât youâre stuck going to a place you donât like. It didnât seem fair.
âHow âbout we talk about something else, hm?â Harry suggested with a sweet kiss to your lips. âDonât want my girl to be fussy.â
You shrugged, not really caring either way. It didnât seem like it would change how you felt even if you did talk about something else. But perhaps youâd just listen to him and do as he suggested, besides he often knows whatâs best for you anyways. Maybe he could spark up something worth talking about, or maybe youâd just listen to him speak.
âTell me how you feel between those pretty legs.â
A hum left your throat as you thought about the tingling sensation still raging in your core. You squeezed your thighs for a moment, feeling how slick you were with the addition of his cum stuffed in you. For just a second, you had a desire to do it all over again - but you quickly remembered how fuzzy you felt inside your head. You had had enough for now.
âFeels tingly.. fucked me so good.â
He licked his lips and playfully swiped his tongue across your temple. âFucked you a bit hard, didnât I? Wasnât my intention, darling.â
âJust a bit, Mâokay.â
Harry wasnât fully convinced that that was true, especially since he saw the marks he left on your hips where he had been gripping you so hard. It was never on purpose if he left a finger print shaped bruise on your body. Sure, heâd bite you and suck marks all over, but leaving bruises from his hands was a different thing. Your skin was just fragile in some spots, and unfortunately he seemed to find those spots so easily.
You noticed he was distracted, so you gently moved your head back to look at him. He smiled gently, not wanting to make it very obvious, even though you already knew. Your fingertips gently danced across his stomach, trying to cheer him up a little.
âWhatâs the matter, bubby?â
He shook his head. âNothing, doll.â
âYouâre sad.â You pouted your lips out, propping yourself up on your elbow. âTold you Mâfine, promise. Nothing hurts.â
Harryâs hand slid down to your hip, knowingly covering some of the bruises he left behind. âYouâve got bruises, baby, yâknow I.. I donât like that.â
You licked your lips and gave his chest a shove, forcing him onto his back. He sighed heavily as his arm slipped around your shoulders. You pressed your lips to his collarbone, soon laying your cheek against his warm skin.
âPlease, donât be upset. Everythingâs fine.â
âBaby, I never hurt you when youâre feeling little.. i canât start now.â He breathed out, eyes squeezing shut as he let everything crash down - he was beyond worried that heâd messed up.
You grunted and scratched his abdomen. âI wasnât little then.. I asked to be fucked hard, remember?â
He gulped. âI shouldâve noticed you were, though.â
âSâokay, baby. It just happened.â
âAre you sure? Promise me you werenât feeling little the whole time?â
You shook your head, lips peppering kisses across his chest. He gave your waist a squeeze, making you hum against his lips.
âJust after I came.. promise.â
Harry sighed, but he trusted your word. âHm.â
âCuddle me, please, Daddy. Donât let me go.â You whispered as your eyes closed, your fingertip tracing a soft pattern over his chest.
âIâve got you, baby love.â
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âď¸ WARNING âźď¸ SMUTTY SMUT BREEDING KINK SIZE KINK ALL THE KINK (enjoy đ¤) + plus a link to an audio porn on tumblr to really get into that wet pussy sound đ I'm so sorry in advance but I am in fact ovulating according to my calculator and this was... Anyway there's no plot, this is basically only smut. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS KIND OF THING THANK YOU
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"Oh baby... look a'you... getting stuffed so deep. Loves getting her little pussy filled up and bred yeah? Need Daddy's come honey? Need me to put more babies in this belly? Fuck you til your tummy's swollen, your tits are full of milk, and pussy ruined?"
"Mmm..." you tried moaning but you were out of breath and your gargled noises were stifled by the way he was plowing into you, long and heavy strokes that dipped into your guts and punched the air from your lungs. All you could do was lie there with your legs spread apart as he fucked the life from you. His fat cock was making your walls ache he'd been going at if for so long.
"Can't speak, little mama? Don't want the kids to hear do we? That's right... just let daddy fuck you til your come hole is full of my sperm and let it sink in deep so I can knock you up over and over again. Likes her pussy stuffed with cock and come and her womb full of babies..."
Harry loved it when you were pregnant. You already had two kids and he was raring to go for a third. But so were you. You loved watching him be a dad. And you'd love to see him holding another tiny baby again - your tall, tattooed, and strong husband holding that delicate bundle against his chest with tears in his eyes, humming a tune and swaying slowly back and forth. Just for that, you'd give him as many babies as he wanted.
"Already had you stuffed with all my cream this morning, now here you are all sweaty and gagging for more. Fucking need it don't you? Gonna take my come honey? Little mama wants it, yeah?"
You could barely nod but you managed to knock your head back and forth. You were exhausted after he'd already given you two orgasms but now you could feel him coming to his end, his arms were shaking and his thrusts were getting sloppy with that big cock twitching as he stretched your walls. His impressive size was addicting.
"You ready? Think you can take another load?"
"Mmmm..." a pathetic wet mumble fell from your lips as Harry choked out a groan, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the kids and you felt him throb and throb as he dropped his mouth open wide and pasted his hips against yours, unloading hours and hours worth of vital come into your womb, his balls emptying every drop inside of you.
You were very much done for by the time he pulled out but Harry wasn't. He angled your hips up with a heaving chest and stuffed himself back inside, holding his shaft to keep steady as he fucked his come into you, "There we go. Let's get that all in there," he watched as he dipped inward, keeping you full of his sperm, wet squelches (NSFW LINK - opens up a tumblr audio porn, no visuals đ) coming from your pussy with the way he was plunging back into you to make sure his come didn't leak out, "Get that pussy fed and happy," he hissed as he pumped in gently, his cock sensitive to the touch after his orgasm.
He enjoyed the view of it... your shiny puffy pussy wrapped around his thick shaft as he pushed his come back inside you until he couldn't stay hard any longer. You were sure that was baby number three.
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Read the full fic "Trying"** if you haven't already
Warnings: fertility concerns (very brief mention), daddy kink, oral sex/throat fuck (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), use of sex toys/accessories, edging, anal play, forced orgasms and overstimulation, ruined orgasm, squirting, breeding kink, dirty talk
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As much as you two wanted a baby together, Harry was a bit happy that it hadn't happened just yet. The mere act of actively trying for it was bringing you two close in a new way that had him falling for you all over again. He'd thought about you as a mother before but now it was noticeable and tangible. He could picture it so clearly.
"What?" you inquired as a nervous giggle bubbled from you and he chuckled and shrugged.
"Nothing. Just...looking." he said simply and you smiled and continued with securing the ties on your sleeping shorts into a little, messy bow. Your top half was still bare, but he wasn't just looking at your breasts. You noticed how his eyes trailed down to your tummy.
You were a little nervous that you hadn't gotten pregnant yet. You'd been trying for like three months! Harry had gone to the doctor the year prior, before you even talked about trying and he was fine. But you hadn't checked on that yet. You wondered if you should. Maybe you had fertility issues that you didn't know of.
"You're fine, baby." Harry reassured you as he hugged around your midsection. You swore he could read your mind. He then smooched a kiss to your temple. "There's like a very specific window for this and if we miss it, it's not happening." he reminded you and you nodded.
"Right..." you responded as you interlocked your fingers with his.
"It'll happen. Besides, if it happens now we're having Taurus baby. Famously incompatible with Aquarians." he reasoned and you chortled.
"That shouldn't be a problem unless you're planning to be romantically linked to our child." you said and he scoffed.
"Jesus..." he scowled, "S'not just in that context." he said as he squeezed your fingers with his and you giggled.
"I know. Just being an asshole." you confessed.
"You know, the other day, when you were chopping up a papya for me?" he inquired and you nodded. "It just hit me how much love is inside of you. And how that would make you such a great mother. Like I know you hate chopping fruits, particularly that one." he said and you hummed in agreement.
"Smells like puke." you mumbled, "You're nasty for eating it as much as you do." you grimaced and he laughed.
"Alright, we can agree to disagree." he said, "But you know, you still did. I didn't even have to ask you to. You just knew." he said and you smiled, "You have an instinct to nurture and dote on and it's so fucking beautiful." he said before kissing your cheek. "When it happens, you're gonna be so good at it." he reassured you.
You pried his hands off of you and twirled around. You got on your tiptoes and kissed him deeply. He was slightly taken aback but quickly wrapped his arms around you and gave you a nice bear hug as your mouths moved together in perfect harmony. Your hands slithered up his nice, firm biceps. Then, those broad shoulders of his. Then up his neck and finally you were holding his face. He started to accelerate the speed of the kiss and your lips twitched up in a grin.
"Easy, daddy." you whispered and he smiled.
"Sorry, baby." he murmured with the most pussy-clenching rasp. "You get me really excited."
With your bare chest pressed against his, he could feel your nipples hardening as you got aroused from your steamy kiss. Your tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he opened up and let you slip it into his. He moaned as your slow and searing kiss grew more and more lewd by the second. Harry's arms released you and instead his hands gripped your hips before letting them slide back towards your ass.
"Yeah, daddy....you're getting so big and hard for me." you praised quietly. Your right hand slid down his brawny chest and chiseled abs and finally reached over that growing bulge in his boxer briefs. You palmed over his bulge a few times before reaching between his legs to fondle his balls too. You could feel it twitch as it came alive. He moaned as you slid your hand inside and guided his half-hard cock upward. "I like it when your tip comes out the top of your briefs. You're so fucking big." you mumbled happily and he smiled before kissing you deeply again.
Just moments later Harry's cock was at full mast. He was dying from your index finger just barely grazing over his tip every now and again. It was starting to make his pre-come bead at his tip.
"Fuck, get on your knees f'me." he ordered and you grinned before pulling away. Harry slipped out of his boxer-briefs before sitting on the edge of the bed with spread legs, his thick erection standing straight up. You loved it when he was so hard that it twitched and stood higher. Your mouth watered at the sight of him so you just went after him without another moment to lose. "Oh shit, baby...." he groaned as he watched your cheeks hollowing out as you sucked his tip, drawing the pre-come up and out of him so that you could get a taste of him. "Shit..." he moaned lowly as he brought his right hand up to your head and wove his fingers into your hair.
"Take more." he said as he gently pushed you down and you relaxed your jaw to get him in deeper. When he was in the back of your mouth you started to stroke what didn't fit as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. His cock was so slippery with your drool and his own arousal. You gagged when he pushed you down a little more, "Shhh...just a little more." he appeased you, it almost felt patronizing. "Relax, baby." he reminded you and you breathed in through your nose and relaxed your throat so that he could get deeper. And boy did he...you were stuffed.
"Fuck yeah. Good girl." he praised you as he started to gently thrust up into your mouth and down your throat. He took a slow pace so that you could properly breathe between each one. You could feel yourself getting all sticky between your legs as your slick started to pool into the crotch of your shorts.
You loved it when he fucked your mouth. You loved the flavor of him on your tongue and the scent of his skin. The weight of his big, fat cock in your mouth...it did ungodly things to you. The vibrations from your muffled moans tickled down his cock causing him to sink in a little deeper. Your eyes were brimming with the tears collected in them from him triggered your gag reflex with each thrust. After a few more they inevitably spilled down your cheeks as you choked around him and tapped his thigh and he pulled you up by the hair.
"You're alright, baby. Breathe." he cooed as you started coughing a bit. He smiled down at you as you took a nice deep inhale. "Alright?"
"Yeah." you assured him with a pleased smile. "Need you." you said softly as you glanced up at him with those pretty, glassy eyes.
"Alright, baby." he smiled and helped you up and out of your shorts before you climbed onto the bed, "How do you want it?"
"From behind." you said and he smiled.
"Mmmm...s'gonna get so deep." he said with a delighted smirk and you nodded.
"Yeah. That's what I want. I wanna feel it tomorrow and the next day too." you said as his lips hovered over yours. Your foot ran up his calf quickly before you tangled your leg with his.
"Yeah, baby? Do you need daddy to pound the horny out of you?" he asked and you nodded.
"Please, daddy." you implored, your desperate gaze met his. He smirked and quickly flipped you over onto your tummy.
His big, warm hands ran up your thighs and gripped your butt before he landed a sharp smack against you. You gasped at the unexpected sting and then you felt his lips smooch down where he spanked you. And then he did it to the other side and your fingers dug into the bed covers to get through the stinging sensation. Your grip loosened when it started to subside.
"You're dripping for me." he hummed and you bit your lip as his fingers tickled over your labia for a moment. "M'gonna get the wedge pillow. " he said and you smiled.
"Yes, please." you hummed and felt him get off the bed. After a few moments you heard him return.
"Hips up for me, baby." he instructed softly and you wiggled around until you were able to arch up high enough for him to slide the wedge right beneath your hips. He already reached part of your g-spot in general, but when he was fucking you from the back and you were angled this way with the cushion, he reached it perfectly. He didn't even warn you before he pushed into you forcefully making you choke on a moan as he squeezed your hips.
"So fucking tight..." he mumbled as he held still to let you adjust for a moment. You felt so fucking full. You swore that he was in your tummy.
"Move! Please, move." you begged and groaned as he slightly drew his hips back and then thrust back in before grinding into you. "Fuck daddy, right there!" you gasped as his tip collided right against your spot. With each grind of his hips you felt a tingle zap through your entire body. Harry then pulled out and sunk in again to deliver a toe-curling thrust. The sounds that left you were obscene. Suddenly you heard a soft buzz and moaned. "Baby..."
"Grabbed your Pebble too." he said and you shook your head.
"You're gonna fuck me up." you mumbled and he smirked.
"Good. Lift a little and get it on your clit." he instructed. You did as he requested, the ergonomic shape of the pillow and toy you were using allowed for the toy to fit perfectly over your clit. The thing about this toy was that it was a sucking toy, the incessant slurping against your clit always pulled orgasms from you with an unbelievable ease. It drove you crazy every single time, you'd always end up squirting and were left a trembling mess. "I know s'hard with this toy but I want you to put off your orgasm as much as possible, okay? I can feel it if you come without permission." he reminded and you bit your lip but nodded.
"Yes, daddy." you responded as you got the toy into the best position and you tensed up as your clit got sucked into the opening.
Harry smirked as he saw your body tense from behind and your hot little muscle squeezed around his cock with the added stimulation. He retreated almost to the tip before mercilessly plunging back into you over and over again as you whined and whimpered for him to keep fucking you. He loved how your fists would clench the bed sheets hard as your walls started to throb in perfect time with his heart beat. It helped him keep his pace until you started to just squeeze, your legs started to stiffen up a bit and he smirked.
"What did I say?" he asked as he stilled inside of you and your body relaxed for a moment before your hips jolted a bit when more of your weight rested on the toy again, causing your clit to feel the sucking even more intensely.
"Sorry, y'just feel so good." you mumbled and he smiled.
"You feel good too, baby. So warm and wet f'me. You've got the most welcoming little pussy." he hummed as he kneaded your ass and then sightly pulled your cheeks apart to get a better look at your other little hole. He had tried to open you up there before but your nerves always got the best of you and you could never get past the second plug. He let a little wad of spit trickle down over it and he lived for the way you whined when he rubbed his thumb against it.
"Gonna let me get in there?" he asked and you chuckled, "Obviously not today, another time. For now s'just gonna be my thumb." he warned as he pressed against the tight muscle just a bit, "Relax, love. Just relax." he encouraged you and continue grinding his cock into you while he pushed his thumb into your bum until he had it in all the way and you whimpered at the full feeling. You were absolutely stuffed. Your toes were curled and your fists clenched as he played with both of your holes. "As much as you say you don't like it...your body says otherwise. You're absolutely drenching my cock." he chuckled, "You're such a little slut for me." he hummed as he thrust in hard and you whimpered, "Let me use you how I see fit." he spoke so deeply that it made you even wetter, "Want me to put a baby in you..." he mused and you moaned as he started to grind against you, getting that spot with every gyration of his hips. That, added with his thumb inside of you and then the fucking sucking toy on your clit, it was getting to be way too much.
"I-I'm gonna come!" you warned him and he chuckled and pulled out of you quickly leaving you completely empty. He saw your body relax and he just squeezed your hip reassuringly.
"That's good, just relax a bit. Let it pass." he encouraged you and you were truly trying your best but your stomach was still tensed tight despite your limbs having relaxed a bit as the peak of your pleasure started to fizzle out.
"Please...it's too much." you pleaded.
"You can take it." he assured you. You knew very well that you could take it but you liked to get whiny because he always babied you just a bit but still had his way with you. You just loved the extra attention he gave you to get you to comply with whatever things he wanted to do with you. He lined himself back up to your drippy opening and eased back in and you sighed in relief. He felt your warm, velvety walls start to flutter when he bottomed out against your g-spot again before he started to hump against you. His tip was prodding and rubbing into that deliciously sensitive spot inside of you as he rolled his hips into you from behind. You were trying not to drool from how good it felt. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as you tried your hardest to stave your orgasm off. "Good girl, you can do it, my love." he assured you with a light chuckle as he felt you trying to not let his movements push you over the edge.
"I can't...I can't..." you cried pathetically. The stimulation to your clit was just about to have you coming undone at any moment. You were trying your hardest not to think about it, "Please, daddy! Please let me come!" you implored. Even if he didn't give you permission you were going to come regardless. He chuckled as your walls fluttered around his girth erratically. "I need to come, please!"
"Go one then." he hummed patronizingly and just like that, the feelings peaked and you started to shiver. All of the wonderful tingling sensations and butterflies started swarming out from your tummy and through your limbs. But suddenly, Harry pulled out of you and while your orgasm continued due to the toy, the best parts of it that came from his cock fucking into you started to fizzle.
"Harry..." you whined as your hips twitched a bit. You felt him kiss the small of your back before he smiled against you.
"A little punishment for being impatient." he said and you felt so annoyed at him.
"You're being mean." you huffed.
"Am I, baby?" he asked and you nodded. "M'sorry. I'm gonna make you come really hard, I promise. Wanted to make you squirt, but you're just a little needier than usual today." he said.
"I'm ovulating." you mumbled and he paused for a few seconds.
"Oh..." he finally exclaimed and you hummed, "I didn't know that." he said.
"Took a test before you got home." you informed him. "S'why I was feeling a little nervous. Because if we...do it tonight and I don't get pregnant then...something might be wrong. With me." you explained quietly. A solemn feeling settled between the two of you and Harry swallowed thickly as he grabbed your hip gently and pulled the pillow from beneath you.
"Baby." He said softly and you reached beneath your body to pull the toy away from you and he grabbed it and turned it off. "Hey, hey, hey...look at me, my love." he hummed and you sighed as you rolled over and he hovered above you and kissed your cheeks. "I love you." he said with a smile, "No matter what, we're gonna be fine." he assured you.
"Promise?"
"Promise." he smiled and you smiled slightly. "Now, can I make you come?"
"For real this time?"
"Yeah, baby. For real." he chuckled.
You opened your legs for him and he slid back inside of you. You hummed in delight as he bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dug into his back and scratched down hard in response to the force of his thrust. He was effectively rearranging your guts, completely stealing your breath away.
"Get your clit for me, love." he said and instead of reaching between your bodies, you grabbed the toy and he smiled as you got it back on and slid it back between your bodies. You gasped as your clit got sucked into the opening and then Harry started to speed up his thrusts. His eyes met yours and he smiled. "This is the one, baby. Gonna knock you up." he hummed, "Fuck, you're gonna be so gorgeous with our baby making your tummy grow." he said and your eyes squeezed shut, "Nuh-uh, look at me. Look at me while I breed your needy little pussy, baby. You want it so bad, don't you?"
"Yes, daddy! Please, give me a baby!" you whispered as your tummy started to feel warm with the pleasure swirling deep inside of you. It was starting to spread throughout your entire body.
"I will, my love. I'm gonna come so deep in your pussy, there'll be no choice but for it to catch." he said and you looked at him with an impatient expression in your eyes. "Oh fuck, your little cunt is so good!" he panted.
You felt like you were on fire, your body was growing tense, the feelings of your desire, lust, love, and pleasure were blossoming to unmanageable amounts. They were going to burst from you. You could feel it literally swelling inside of you, a pressure that was familiar and made for the best orgasms.
"I'm gonna come!" you gasped and he groaned.
"Yeah baby, come for me. Make a mess all over my big, fat cock." he grunted as he pounded into you until the most lewd moan broke from your throat and then moments later he felt the first gush of you squirting against him. His lips turned up in a smile and your eyes fluttered closed as you also smiled wide in relief.
"Fuck! Thank you, daddy!" you panted, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! But please, come inside me. Please fill me up!" you mewled.
He lowered himself further as his thrusts grew harder, he was fucking more cum out of you. You couldn't help the shrieks that escaped you as his hips pummeled into yours until you were squirting again from the endless stimulation. Your legs were shaking and your nails digging into his ass as you held him as close as possible.
"Fuck...here it comes, baby. Gonna give you so much cum." he groaned as he started to grind into you before he froze and started to cum. His hot, creamy load erupted from his twitching tip that was buried deep inside of you. He moaned so fucking pretty, it made you dizzy.
"Fuck daddy, I can feel it filling me up...." you smiled happily as he completely stopped and smiled down at you before dipping down and kissing you deeply.
Your lips met his eagerly and tenderly as your bodies started to come down from those incredible highs. He wasn't growing soft all that fast, so he carefully turned you onto your sides so that he could stay inside of you as you kissed each other languidly. Honestly, it had been a while since you had actually made out with your husband and it was nice. He was holding your thigh to keep your leg draped over his hip and he was rubbing up and down it. Your hand was perched over his firm pectoral. You loved his brawny chest so much. Slowly, your kiss started to simmer down and soon he was pecking all over your face as you giggled quietly.
"I love you so much, baby." he hummed quietly.
"Love you too." you whispered happily. "I'm sure this one was it."
"Think so?" he asked quietly and you nodded.
"I do." you confirmed happily, "We'll see in a few weeks." you shrugged and he smiled and kissed your lips quickly.
"Oh you'll be seeing something in a few weeks... a positive test." he assured you.
He was so optimistic, you could see it in his eyes and in turn that made you feel optimistic about your chances to get pregnant this time. You both wanted it so badly that there was no way it wouldn't happen. You giggled and kissed him again.
"Then we'll need to do as much as we can to ensure that happens. You're in for a long night, Mr. Styles." you smirked.
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Fairway to Heaven Masterlist
Briar Barlowe is the newest beverage cart girl at Wynnewood Country Club, a playground for the cityâs elite. She spends her days making heavy pours and ignoring cat-calls from arrogant businessmen. One persistent member may just win her over.Â
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10 - finale
EXTRAS:
Babyâs First Check Up
Meet Me in Augusta
Motherâs Day
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Pleasing (vday blurb)
In which Harry takes y/n out for valentines day, and y/n gets a bit handsy when she's drunk. :)
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Harryâs hand grazes y/nâs face, pushing the hair out of her eyes. Theyâre cuddled up in his bed together, y/n scrolling mindlessly on her phone while Harry just sort of⌠lies there and stares at her. Her eyes glimmer with the light of her screen, distracted and unaware of how Harryâs eyes flicker across her face. He doesnât mind how distracted she is, though, because it means he can stare at her as much as he wants (without her getting shy and hiding away).
âBaby,â he whispers, running his thumb over her cheekbone.Â
âHm?â she doesnât look up from her phone, but kisses the pad of his finger as he traces over her lips.Â
âWhatâs your schedule like on Tuesday?â
âUmâŚâ she locks her phone and throws it down on the bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she tries to remember what she has planned for the upcoming week. âI have class at 10, and then my last class ends at twoâŚâ
âAre you working?â he asks, resting his hand on her hip and pulling her close.Â
âNoâŚâ Harryâs thigh makes its way between her legs, tangling their limbs together now that sheâs finally off her phone. âSâweird cos I always get scheduled on Tuesdays. Dunno why Alfredo decided not to this week.âÂ
Harry hides his smile, already knowing the answer to that. He specifically made sure that she wouldnât be working on this special night.Â
âSo youâre free then?âÂ
âYeah, I should be.â she says with a cute smile, excited that Harryâs hinting at doing something special together. âWhy?â
He chuckles. âDo you even know what next Tuesday is?â
She furrows her brows at him, still smiling, but a bit confused. âUmâŚâ she pulls out her phone and opens up her calendar. âNext tuesday⌠the 14th of FebruaryâŚâ her breath catches in her throat and she looks up at him with round, soft eyes. âOh.â
His eyes are warm as he laughs, crinkling softly in the corners. Sheâs adorable, the way she looks up at him with such wide, surprised eyes, looking like he just asked her to marry him when he literally only brought up valentines day. It makes his heart melt, his sweet, precious girlfriend, so easily excited and happy. Like a little bundle of sunshine lying right in his arms.Â
For her entire life, sheâs always been alone on Valentineâs day. Sheâs never had someone buy her flowers or take her out for dinner on that special day⌠sheâs usually just at home, by herself, studying or doing laundry as if it were any other day of the year. Sheâs spent so many years ignoring the fact that it was even a holiday⌠that she totally forgot that it was coming up this month.Â
But Harry remembered.Â
âCan I take you out, baby? Will you be my valentine?â
Her heart flutters as Harry whispers to her softly, looking into his eyes and just drowning in the adoration that fills them. His eyes are always so warm, so loving and kind, communicating so much to her without having to say anything. It overwhelms her, how wonderful and perfect he is. She hides herself in his chest, whining softly. Heâs the sweetest in the world and it makes her want to cry.Â
Harry laughs, and y/n can feel the deep vibrations rumbling through his chest. âWhyâre you hiding?â he asks, the smile evident in his voice as he smooths a palm over her hair.Â
âYouâre perfect,â she whines, burying herself deeper into his neck. She never in a million years thought that sheâd be lucky enough to have such an amazing boyfriend. A kind, sweet, handsome boyfriend who planned special things for valentines day, who coddled her and kissed her and took care of her so sweetly.Â
She loves him. Sheâs bursting with it and it takes everything in her not to say it out loud. The three words have been on the tip of her tongue for weeks now, slowly growing more and more prominent in the forefront of her mind. Itâs so hard for her to just not say, especially when he does all these sweet things.
He kisses her hair and wraps both of his arms around her, letting her hide in his chest even though he wants nothing more than to see her pretty eyes. âJust want tâmake you happy baby,â he says quietly.Â
She lifts her head and asks him with a shy smile, âWhat are we gonna do?â
He kisses the tip of her nose. âItâs a surprise.â
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After her classes on Tuesday, she rushes home and hops in the shower for a solid hour. She does her full body shower routine, deep conditions her hair and puts on a face mask so that sheâs feeling nice and pampered. Sheâs planning on getting all dolled up tonight â sheâs gonna do her make-up all nice and style her hair, wear a pretty dress and heels that she only busts out twice a year.
As a busy college student, she doesnât really get the chance to make herself feel pretty. Sheâs genuinely so caught up with school and work all the time that she barely has an extra 10 minutes to do her makeup or pick a nice outfit in the mornings. She usually rolls out of bed and goes to class in her comfiest sweatshirt and jeans, with minimal makeup and her hair thrown up so that itâs out of her face while sheâs studying.
Thatâs why these dates with Harry are always such a treat for her! He always plans them on days when he knows that sheâs not busy⌠never during her stressful midterms weeks or when she has a long shift at the restaurant. He makes sure that he can treat her to a nice night after sheâs done cramming for her physics midterm, so that she can really relax and enjoy herself.Â
With no homework or upcoming exams, she has all night to get ready and feel pretty. Then, around seven-ish, Harry texts her that heâs on the way to pick her up.Â
She puts on a coat and dabs her lips with a light layer of gloss, staring at herself in the mirror and taking a deep breath. Her heart flutters in her chest as she heads out the door, nervous to see Harry⌠not in a bad way, more-so a romantic, jittery, I-canât-wait-to-kiss-my-hot-boyfriend way.Â
Harryâs shiny black car stands out like a sore thumb in front of her crappy college apartment, big and expensive and an object of envy to any of the broke college kids who walk past. She rushes down and sees Harry standing out of the car, leaning against the passenger's side door. He smiles at her, that hot half smile that makes his cheek dimple.Â
Heâs dressed in a dark teal suit, with white stitching around the wrists and under the lapels. Underneath it, he wears a silvery blue silk button down, which heâs left unbuttoned enough to show off the beautiful butterfly on his stomach. His hard rings glimmer on his fingers as he waves at her, and as she walks towards him, she finds a delicate pearl necklace also wrapped around his neck.Â
When she reaches him, he rests a hand on her hip and cradles her jaw with the other hand. âBaby,â he murmurs, flickering his eyes all over her face, âyou look so pretty.â He leans down and kisses her softly, her sticky gloss transferring onto his lips as they pucker, and he hums at the sweet taste of it. When he pulls off from the kiss, his lips shine prettily with the shimmer of her gloss. She giggles and wipes it off with her thumb.Â
âI love this suit,â she whispers, smoothing her hands over the expensive fabric. The silk feels soft under her palms, thin enough so that she can feel the hard ridges of his abdomen twitch as she gracefully dances her fingers across the material. Her eyes flicker over the dainty jewelry he wears, fingers coming up to toy with the cross hanging from his neck and trace the tiny pearls on his collarbones. The heads of his swallows peek out from under his shirt, and she swallows thickly.Â
Her boyfriend is⌠crazy hot. His hair is swirled messily atop his head, a stray curl falling into his eyes, and his stubble⌠god, his stubble. She kisses him again, holding his face, his facial hair scratching against her palms deliciously. She loves the way it feels against her skin, ticklish against her soft cheeks. She doesnât want to stop kissing him in front of his car, doesnât want to stop feeling his stubble or his large palms on the curve of her waist, but he pulls away with a cocky smirk on his pink lips. âCâmon puppy, donât get too excited just yet.âÂ
He opens the car door for her and holds a hand out to help her into the car like a true gentleman, but she hesitates to climb in. When Harry looks at what sheâs looking at, he lets out a breathy laugh. âOh,â he chuckles, picking up the bouquet of flowers that heâd left on the passenger's seat. âForgot tâgive you these.â He smiles shyly, the slightest hint of a blush growing on his cheeks as he gives her the bundle of pink and white flowers.Â
She melts right then and there, turning around with heart eyes. âThank you,â she says with wide eyes. She goes to give him another kiss, but Harry dodges it by putting a thumb to her lips, knowing that if she gets on his lips theyâll be standing in front of his car and making out for another three minutes.Â
âNo more kissing, puppy,â he says, patting her ass and urging her into her seat. âDonât wanna be late to our reservation.âÂ
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Y/n looks around in awe as Harry leads them through the beautiful vineyard. Harryâs brought them to a restaurant, y/n doesnât know where, but by the looks of it⌠itâs expensive. Their table is outdoors, on a patio that overlooks miles and miles of grape vines. The patio itself is covered by the green plants, climbing up the rails of the fence and curling over the patio roof over them. The plants are lined with fairy lights, a soft, romantic ambiance thatâs accompanied by the gentle hum of the other customers at the restaurant.Â
Harry pulls out her chair for her, then takes a seat across from her. Their table is set up beautifully, with a single rose sitting in a vase as the centerpiece, surrounded by tea candles that burn softly.Â
âHarry,â she whispers, still looking around and taking it all in, âthis place is so pretty.âÂ
He smiles proudly. âOne of my friends owns it,â he says, grabbing his napkin and draping it across his lap. âWe went to culinary school together.âÂ
Y/n copies him, happy to be here but a little out of place. Sheâs just a college kid, she doesnât really go to fancy restaurants⌠so she needs Harry to hold her hand a bit and tell her what to order. âWhat kind of food do they have here?â she says, confused that she hasnât been given a menu yet.
âSânot the food weâre here for, sâthe wine,â he explains with a soft smile.
Her mouth rounds out in a soft o, and she looks around, understanding the whole aesthetic. The vineyard, the wine glasses, the wall of wine bottles that they walked past⌠obviously this place is a winery.Â
âExcited to try some wine? Get a little educated?â he teases. Sheâs reminded of how the first time she went over to his apartment and he cooked for her, heâd brought out wine for her and sheâd admitted that she didnât know anything about wine.Â
Harry, being the sophisticated chef he is, is some sort of wine connoisseur who manages to pick out wines that y/n actually likes, since she usually finds them to be bitter and dull.
Sheâd rather have a shot of tequila and get drunk quickly instead of having to sip on some yucky wine. But drinking wine with Harry is always fun, and sheâs excited for whatever heâs got planned. He has good taste and she has no doubt sheâs gonna love everything they try tonight.Â
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âHarryyy,â y/n giggles, tugging at the lapels of his suit. Sheâs leaning all of her weight into him, arms wrapped around his neck in a clingy way. Harry wraps an arm around her waist, trying to hold her steady as he chuckles softly to himself. She is such a lightweight.
During the wine tasting, their waiter brought out four different types of wine for them to try, each served with a different meal. The first was a wine meant to pair well with their appetizer of fancy french cheese and fruit, the second a palate cleanser, the third a deep red wine served with their pasta dish, and the final one a sweet dessert wine that y/n really liked. All of those glasses, especially that last one, have made y/n tipsy and super clingy. Sheâs busy suckling a love mark.
âBaby, câmon, we gotta go,â he chuckles, trying to coax her out of his neck where sheâs busy suckling a love mark.
She bites down on his skin, then presses a soft kiss over the mark she made at the base of his throat. âYou look so hot in this suit,â she murmurs, gasping softly in his ear as his grip on her hip tightens. Holding onto him tightly, she feels his biceps bulging under his suit as he tries to guide her discreetly out of the restaurant and into the car. Feeling how strong and muscled he is⌠mmm it makes her feel things. She leans in for another kiss to his jaw, then bites down on his earlobe seductively.
âPuppyâŚâ he warns, voice low and daunting. âSânot the time fâthat.âÂ
She trails a hand down his chest, teasing at the buckle of his belt, âBut I want you daddy.âÂ
His jaw clenches and he tries not to react, looking around to make sure that nobodyâs paying attention to how dangerously close y/nâs fingers are getting to his crotch. Luckily, theyâre the only two standing outside of the winery entrance, but he still grabs her wandering hands and stops them from teasing him any further. Holding both of her wrists in front of her in one of his hands, he looks down at her wide, dreamy eyes. She bites her lip playfully and blinks up at him, feigning innocence.Â
âNeed you to behave,â he coos, the hand not holding her wrists coming up to thumb at her bottom lip. âIf youâre good⌠then I have a surprise for you at home.â
Her eyes widen excitedly. âWhat is it?â she asks breathlessly.
âSâa surprise,â he says again, eyes glimmering teasingly. He loves his tipsy girlfriend, so sweet and easily excited like a little puppy. He just needs to get them home without her trying to strip him in public. âCan you do that for daddy? Be a good girl until we get home?â
She nods eagerly.Â
âGood,â he murmurs, leaning down to kiss her lips softly, like a little treat for her obedience. She looks up at him with these wide, dreamy eyes, and it makes Harry smile to himself. His little overexcited, easy to please puppy.Â
âNow,â he smooths a hand over her hair, looking down at her with a soft smile. âNeed to go say hi to Leo before we leave, do you want to come with me?â
She nods sweetly, on her best behavior.Â
âNo funny business, mâkay?â he warns. âOr else you're in for it when we get home.âÂ
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âWill you pour me a glass too?â y/n asks sweetly, sitting patiently on Harryâs couch as he uncorks the new bottle of wine.Â
Leo, Harryâs old culinary school friend who owned the vineyard, had gifted them a bottle of the expensive dessert wine that y/n had loved so much as a thank you for coming to try his restaurant. This was perfect, as Harry, who hadnât drank that much since he was gonna drive the two of them home, was ready to really indulge in the wine that heâd only taken a sip of at dinner.Â
Y/n, despite already being tipsy from her four glasses of wine, is insistent on having another glass. The wine was just so yummy and sweet, with the aroma of berries and chocolate, it barely felt like she was drinking wine!
âI think youâve had enough, puppy,â Harry says, pouring only one glass. If she has any more wine, she wonât be sober enough to even open the gifts he has for her.Â
She pouts petulantly, âWho are you to tell me how much wine I can drink?â
He chuckles, beyond amused by her silly antics. Sheâs so cute when sheâs drunk. âHow about we just share this one puppy?â he tries to ration, âWonât that be easier?â
She mulls it over, and remembers how sexy it was last time when he fed her wine from his glass. âFine,â she sighs, leaning into him when he takes a seat next to her on the couch. The thought of sharing a glass with him and getting to suck the remnants off of his wine stained lips is the only thing that makes her agree.Â
From behind his back, Harry reveals a small, Tiffany blue box. Y/nâs eyes widen and her heart stutters. âHarry,â she says, sitting up straight as he presents her with the gift. âIs this for me?â
He nods. âOpen it,â he says with a soft dimple in his cheek.
She takes the box from him with wide eyes. âI didnât know we were doing gifts,â she says with a pout. âI didnât get you anything.âÂ
âDidnât want you tâget me anything, baby,â he murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear. âJust saw it and thought of you. Valentineâs day was just an excuse for me tâgive it to you.âÂ
She takes the small box from him and opens it gently, as though sheâs afraid of breaking it. Inside is a delicate, heart shaped pendant on a dainty chain, resting softly atop the pillowy satin interior of the box. She traces over the soft detailing on the small pendant, in awe. Harry, thankful, has good taste, and hasnât gotten her an obnoxiously large or colorful piece of jewelry. No, this necklace is dainty and subtle, just the way she likes, and as cheesy as the heart shaped pendant is⌠it makes her chest grow warm with love.
Harryâs large fingers pluck the necklace out of its box, and toy with the pendant for a second. The heart opens up, and reveals a picture of the two of them. âLook, itâs a locket,â he says proudly, showing her the tiny picture hidden in the heart of the pendant. She gasps and holds the pendant up to her face. The picture heâs chosen is one of her favorites, from one of their dates in the park when sheâd randomly asked an elderly woman near them to take a picture of herself and Harry.Â
The two of them donât have many pictures together, in full honesty, just because theyâre often just spending time with each other and donât have any reason to take pictures. But that day, there was just something that made her want to remember the way she was feeling. In the picture, Harry stands behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Y/n holds onto his forearms, giving a huge, cheesy smile to the camera while Harry gives a kiss to her cheek.
This perfect moment in time, captured and stored in this heart shaped locket that she could wear right on top of her own heart⌠it makes her lower lip wobble and her eyes start to tear up. âHarry,â she barely manages to whisper around the thickness in her throat.
Harryâs quick to put the wine glass onto the coffee table in front of him as soon as he sees the tears. âSweetheart?â heâs confused as she climbs into his lap, settling herself on his thighs and burying her face in his neck.
âI love you,â she sniffles into his chest, her tears rolling down her cheeks silently. âI love you so much. Youâre the best, youâre so special to me, I love you.â This entire valentines day has made her so happy, and the fact that sheâs tipsy on wine certainly doesnât help her control over emotions.Â
He lets out a chuckle that's a mixed sigh of relief, âOh, sweetheart.â His hands smooth over her hair, and he pulls her up so that sheâs no longer hiding in his neck and he can see her teary eyes. âI love you, you know I do,â he says, rubbing his thumb under her eyes and wiping away her tears. âMy sweet girl, I love you more than you know.âÂ
She sniffles, and more tears come rolling down her face. âYou do?âÂ
âFâcourse, mâlove. Love seeing you, love being with you.â He kisses her cheek. âPlease donât cry, precious,â he whispers, âit hurts me. Donât want tâsee you crying.âÂ
âS-sorry.â She tries to gain control over her emotions, but every time she looks into Harryâs eyes and sees the warmth and adoration pouring from them, a new round of tears comes. âHarry, I love you,â she says again, holding onto his shirt to really make her point. âWanted to tell you for so long, I-I love you so much. Mâso glad you love me,â she sobs.
âOh baby, youâre gonna make me start crying too,â he coos, running his thumb over her red bitten lips. âCan I put the necklace on for you? Vâbeen wanting to see it on ever since I got it for you.â
She nods, sitting back and letting the last of her tears fall. Moving her hair out of the way, she bares her neck to him so that he can clasp the dainty chain at the nape of her neck. The heart shaped pendant rests delicately atop her chest, right below her collarbones and only a few inches away from her beating heart. She looks down at the necklace, playing with the locket and clicking it open to stare at the sweet picture inside.
âI love it,â she mumbles, letting it fall back down on her chest so that she can wrap her arms around Harry once more.Â
He kisses her, âI love you.â
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After the tears, comes lots of wine.Â
Harry genuinely finds it impossible to say no to y/n when she asks for a sip from his glass, especially when she climbs on his lap and blinks up at him so prettily. âPlease?â she asks, resting her hands on his chest and watching as he sips from the glass. She bites her lip, watching as his tongue darts out to lick the remnants of the cherry wine off of his lips.Â
âYâsure you can handle more, baby?â he teases, his thumb tugging her lip out from between her teeth and watching it bounce back into place. His eyes flicker down to where his locket sits prettily atop her chest. This was his girl, sitting in his lap with his heart hanging around her neck. He looks back up at her, and sheâs staring at himâpuppy eyes and allâbegging for a sip of the sweet wine. âNot sure a little girl like you should be having so much wine...âÂ
âMânot a little girl!â she grumbles, though she pouts like a little baby.Â
He hums, amused, pressing small, wet kisses up the column of her throat. She tries to be mad at Harryâs teasing, eyebrows furrowed with an upset frown planted on her lips, but she canât help the whine that bubbles from her throat when Harry licks and sucks at her neck so seductively. He whispers against her skin, âyou think you deserve it?âÂ
âI-I do,â she barely manages to whimper out.Â
âLetâs see then,â he murmurs, bringing the glass up to her lips. One of his large palms rests on her hip, holding her steady while his thumb draws soothing circles against the bare skin of her thigh. Her head is spinning from Harryâs constant teasing, and her mouth is dry from the way she was panting while Harry was kissing up her throat. The wine is a welcome refreshment, the sweet, aromatic liquid trickling into her mouth slowly as Harry feeds it to her. Her eyes flutter shut as she swallows. She feels Harry move underneath her hips and tries to sneakily get one last sip in before he pulls away the wine glass⌠but she ends up choking as Harryâs fingers graze against her clit.
She turns her head away, coughing harshly, clearing the wine that had snuck into her wind pipes and using the back of her hand to wipe away the wine that had sputtered out of her mouth. âOh, sweetheart,â Harry pouts, mockingly, âyouâve made a mess.â She tries to glare at him, but canât as another round of coughs takes over. He pats her back soothingly as she clears her throat some more, his thumb wiping away the tears that escape the corner of her eyes.Â
âYou see?â he says when sheâs breathing properly again. âDaddy was right. Youâre just a messy little baby. Yâneed daddy to take care of you.â
âYouâre mean,â she sniffles.Â
âIâm mean?â he scoffs, âHow mâI mean, darling?âÂ
âY-Youâre teasing.âÂ
âMânot teasing, puppy,â he says, cupping her jaw romantically, despite his mocking tone. âI just know whatâs best for you. Youâre too messy.â
She humphs, looking away from him.
âDonât be like that, puppy,â he coos, voice low and smooth, pressing a sticky kiss to her cheek with his wine stained lips. âYâknow Iâm right.âÂ
She feels her resolve crumbling as his hands slide up and down her thighs, his breath tickling her ear and lips skimming the shell of it. She can feel herself getting wet as Harry presses more hot kisses against her skin, her breath catching in her throat. When his hand slides into her hair and tilts her face towards his, she shows no resistance. His lips find hers and he kisses her, slow and hot. She sighs into his mouth, always finding pleasure in the feeling of his lips against hers, even if she might be mad at him for being stingy with the wine.Â
He tastes like the sweet berries of the wine, his tongue slipping into her mouth and sliding against hers hotly. She supposes this will have to do, sucking on his tongue and moaning at the sweet taste of the wine that sheâs so excited for. Her legs squeeze around his hips as she presses herself down, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She pulls off of his lips with a quiet moan as she feels Harryâs palm grinding against her clit over her soaked panties. He buries his face in her neck, kissing and sucking while she throws her head back and rubs herself down on her hand.Â
âAll this for me, puppy?â Harry groans into her skin. âSoaked through your panties already, nâI barely even touched you.âÂ
She whimpers, embarrassed but not embarrassed enough to stop rubbing herself on his hand.
âWhatâs got you so worked up, hm?â His fingers pinch her clit through her panties, then slide down to finger her dripping slit. She hides her face in his neck, turned on and overwhelmed.Â
âMaybe you like it when Daddyâs a little bit mean,â he murmurs, his voice nothing more than a dark rumble in his chest. Her cheeks burn at how easily he figured out the truth, how she gave herself away by getting so wet when he teased her, mocked her, called her a little girl who needed Daddy to take care of her.
The tightening of y/nâs fingers on his shirt and the fact that she refuses to take her face out of his neck while rubbing herself on his fingers tells him his answer. He chuckles lowly, trying to softly coax her out of hiding, âSâokay baby. Donât be embarrassed.âÂ
When she whines petulantly and refuses to look at him, his voice turns stern. âCome on, puppy. Stop hiding.â
Oh and that voice⌠heâs just found out her weakness and is using it against her! She goes moony for Harry when his voice goes low and his grip grows heavy. She pulls herself out of his neck and looks up at him with wide eyes.
âGood girl,â he murmurs softly, petting her face, âSuch a good girl for daddy, hm?â She stays humble, simply blinking up at him innocently, even though she wants to whine at him that sheâs the best girl and that he shouldnât be teasing her so much. She doesnât need to beg, though, as he mutters to himself, âI think you deserve a reward.âÂ
His thumb, which had been tracing over her bottom lip softly, sinks into her mouth, her pretty lips parting around his thick finger as he pulls her mouth open. âKeep it open, mâkay?â he whispers. Her eyes glimmer excitedly as he slips the finger out.Â
Reaching for the long abandoned wine glass, he takes a sipâ but doesnât swallow. Instead, he leans towards y/nâs open mouth and connects their lips, letting the dark wine spill from his mouth into hers. Y/n squeaks excitedly, finally understanding what heâs doing and lapping up the wine from his mouth quickly. Her fingers twist into his shirt unconsciously and she grinds down on his lap like an eager little puppy, trying to get as close to him as possible. She licks and sucks on his tongue, kisses him to lap up any of the wine left over on his lips, and swallows it down sweetly. When she pulls off, her eyes are blown out and her lips are stained red.Â
That was more of a treat for him than for her, he thinks, with how eagerly she kissed him and rubbed herself on his lap. Harry canât help the chuckle that falls from his lips, his cocky dimple popping out on his cheek. âSee how much better it is when Daddy does it?â
She doesnât even have it in her to process his mocking words, mesmerized by him. She wants to keep kissing him, feel his hands all over her skin, drown in him. She leans in for a kiss, but each time her lips graze his he jerks his head back, mouth open in a teasing smirk. She pouts, staring at him with wide, pleading eyes.
Only when sheâs sitting patiently does he give in, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her top lip. She presses herself into the kiss, her eyebrows furrowing with need as her hands grip the lapels of his shirt. A soft whimper escapes her when Harryâs fingers are back on her core, fingering up and down her soaked panties and tracing over her clit. He sneaks his hand into the front of her panties, his palm sliding slowly over her mound until his fingers feel the soft bud of her clit.Â
She gasps into his mouth as his fingers start circling, soft and gentle swipes that make her twitch. His touch is so light, his fingers barely pressing down⌠but still it makes her whine and whimper, a burning feeling bubbling in her tummy. Sheâs already so close, but can you blame her? Sheâs been aching for him all night, literally has been yearning to feel his hands since they left the winery. Sheâs been eyeing his hands, with his strong fingers and thick knuckles and veins running up to his tattooed forearms. His warm palm, which heâd rested on her thigh the entire drive home. His soft thumb, which heâs been circling on her hip all night.Â
And god, heâd looked so good tonight!!! It might be the wine thatâs making her so extra horny, but Harryâs just so⌠hot. Not only is he smart and polite and gentlemanly, heâs also the most attractive man to walk the face of this earth. With his stubble and his broad back and strong arms⌠his pretty green eyes and his lips⌠his cocky smirk⌠heâs just such a man. Heâs not like the stupid boys at school⌠heâs her sexy older boyfriend who takes her out for dinner and then fucks her til sheâs crying.Â
His tongue slips into her mouth at the same time that he slides a finger into her slit, the thick digit wiggling its way through her plushy walls to pet at the spot that makes her clench around him. He can only fit one of his big fingers into her tight hole, and the fit is so snug that it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth is open as he kisses her, half of his mind focused on making sure to pet her in all the right places, while the other half tries to keep up with her eager kisses. Heâs breathing her in, lips puckering around anything he can reach and his tongue sliding against hers, desperate to just taste her even if it makes their kiss a little messy.
Her breathing stutters and a high pitched squeak escapes her when he starts trying to work a second finger into her. She squeezes tight at the anticipation of it, making it hard for him to get another finger in there without hurting her. âRelax, baby,â he murmurs against her lips, retreating the second finger and rubbing at her clit a little bit more until sheâs no longer clenching around him so hard.Â
âFeels really good, daddy,â she whispers, her mouth in an open pout, too overwhelmed to try and keep kissing him.Â
âI know sweetheart,â he murmurs back, lips skimming over her neck as he breathes in her sweet scent, before migrating back to her lips. He groans out lightly as he attempts to sink a second finger again, this time proving more successful as her pussy flutters open for him. He curls his fingers against her front wall while his thumb continues rolling against her clit, a motion that sheâs never able to recreate when sheâs trying to do it herself. Any form of pleasure has been ruined for her if itâs not coming from Harryâs hands, or his mouth, or his cock⌠heâs set the bar too high.Â
Their mouths just hang open together, panting into each otherâs mouths as Harryâs fingers work her towards her end, their tongues touching and lips puckering every once in a while as they attempt a really messy kiss.Â
Thereâs a ringing in her ears as her heart starts to pound faster in her chest, Harryâs fingers setting a rhythm that sends jolts up her spine. She falls into his chest, fingers digging into his suit and her face burying in his neck as she tries to catch her breath.
âDoesnât it feel nice when Daddy takes care of you?â Harry murmurs in her ear. The wine in his system and his love for y/n have got him going heavy on the words⌠but she obviously loves it.Â
âSo good,â she whimpers into his throat.
âYâlike my fingers in your little pussy, hm? Like it when I rub your pretty clit like this?âÂ
She whines again, nodding her head but unable to formulate any words.
âCome on, puppy, use your words⌠tell daddy how much you love it.â
âLove you, daddy,â she says, fuzzy headed, just seconds away from her climax.
He chuckles warmly. That wasnât what he asked for, but itâll do. âI love you too, sweetheart,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her head. âCome on, cum for daddy. Let me hear you.âÂ
She moans loudly, fluttering round his fingers and rutting her hips as an orgasm takes over her body. With her head thrown back, she feels no shyness in whining out, as she cums, daddy falling from her lips desperately, which he swallows up in a kiss, soothing her through her peak.Â
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The next morning, she surprisingly wakes up clear headed and well rested. With how wine drunk she was the night before, sheâd expected to wake up with a pounding headache and her stomach turning uneasily.Â
But then she remembers how Harry tucked her into bed the night before, how heâd taken her into the bathroom and brushed her teeth for her because she was too loose-limbed to do it herself. And then heâd slipped her out of her dress, kissed her shoulders gently as he dressed her in one of his big t-shirts, and given her a pair of clean panties to sleep in. Heâd let her rest her head on his chest when they climbed in bed, and petted her hair while she whined about how much she loved him, chuckled sweetly when she started kissing his chest even though she was on the brink of sleep.
When she started to get fussy again, her pressed to his chest, âyouâre the most precious thing in my life.âirt in an attempt to get him naked again in a haze of drunk horniness, he slipped his thumb into her mouth, let her suckle on his finger to distract her. He talked to her with a soft voice, murmured sweet words about how much he loved her. âLove you so much, sweetheart,â he whispered as she fell asleep with her ear words muffled by his thumb.
âLove you,â she whispered back sleepily, her words muffled by his thumb.
When he thought sheâd fallen asleep, he stopped petting at her hair and tried to get up to brush his own teeth â but she whined in her sleep at that, her legs wrapping around his thigh to keep him in bed and her eyebrows furrowing as though she was going to start crying in her sleep. Heâd hushed her, resuming his previous position as though he hadnât even tried to leave, and stayed like that, just watching her sleep, until her grip on him loosened and he was finally able to slip away silently.Â
He returned as soon as he brushed his teeth and took off his expensive suit, now lying next to y/n with his lips pursed in a sleepy pout and his eyebrows furrowed. Even in his sleep, he looks grumpy⌠it makes y/n smile. She smooths her thumb over the wrinkle between his brows, and he evidently relaxes in his sleep.Â
She presses a kiss to his cheek, thinking that sheâs being sneaky and sneaking a kiss before he wakes up, but when she tries to pull away he grabs her wrist. âAnother one,â he mumbles, eyes still closed.
She giggles, and presses a soft kiss to his other cheek. âAnother,â he repeats, and she kisses his nose. âAnother,â and she kisses his jaw.Â
âAnotherââ he tries to say again, but she cuts him off.Â
âOh my gosh, Harry,â she laughs. âJust wake up already.âÂ
He smiles at the sound of her laugh, a sleepy smile that's soft enough so only one of his dimples pops out. His eyes flutter open, eyelashes like delicate little butterflies, and his green eyes meet hers. They look so clear and bright in the morning, a spring green that glimmers in the morning light. âHi,â he says, staring up at her, âI love you.â
Her heart jumps at those three words, and she has to restrain herself from jumping out of the bed to have a total freak out over the fact that Harry loves her. Obviously she loves him â she has for a while. But she worried that sheâd been nervous that Harry wouldnât feel the same way. Maybe she was just this over-emotional little girl who fell in love way too quickly, and if she told him⌠heâd be grossed out or something and break up with her.Â
If she were in her right mind, she never wouldâve confessed that she loved him in such a vulnerable moment. She curses her drunk self for being so loose-lipped⌠but at least it ended in a happy way. Harry loved her back!Â
And itâs the first thing he wants to tell her in the morning.
âI love you,â she whispers back bashfully. Harry can tell that the three words make her shy, and it only makes him love her even more. He pulls her into his chest for a bear hug, arms wrapping around her and completely engulfing her.Â
He doesnât want to let go of her, wants to hold her in his arms forever and just fall back asleep like this⌠but then her tummy rumbles. Her stomach is always making some type of noise, and even though it embarrasses her, he canât help the laugh that tumbles out of his chest.
âPancakes?â he asks.
She hums, âMm, yeah. Can I make coffee with your fancy machine?â
âOnly if you promise not to burn yourself.â
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"Still feeling small, huh?" Harry held his girl by her hips as he sat back the black leather, with her straddling him.
Y/n tucked her head into his neck letting his breath tickle his skin. "Ma' head is still feeling fuzzy, Daddy." She muttered.
Harry had to be on stage soon. He couldnât leave her in such a vulnerable space, he had to get her back.
Harry hummed in her ear in response rubbing one of his large hands up and down her back.
A knock on the door startled both of them. Three knocks were like rocks of stone being thrown at the door to her. She whimpered at the sudden taps on the door. The loud noise making her hide in his neck.
"Harry!"
Harry didnât respond to the person knocking, assuming they ran around.
He sighed, "Baby." He called gently. She gave him a sniffly hum back, "Yes, Daddy?"
"I have to go, you know I canât leave you alone when youâre feeling like this?"
She pouted. "Where are you going?" Pulling out of his neck.
"I have to go out on stage remember? Daddy has to perform in front of thousands of people⌠and youâre always there watching me in a little corner. I need yeâ there so I can feel calm, ye know? I need yeâ to come back to me," His voice was so calm and polite. And he was telling the truth he needed her.
Harry peppered a kiss in her neck, breathing in her sent as her breathed hitched, reality hitting her and shoulders becoming more tense.
"Is my angel back to me?"
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My superhero
I was wondering whether you could do one where Harry consoles the baby and y/n at the same time? Or something along the lines of that! But I have also been craving long haired Harry so if possible could you do that? If not no worries! Only what youâre comfortable with. Thank you so much youâre amazing!!
Dad!harry x fem!reader + long haired!harry
You hadnât ever experienced anything like this, neither had harry. You were both exhausted⌠incredibly sleep deprived yet you both managed to pull together rather than apart. You were always fearful that Harry would give up but he never did. He was the best boyfriend to ever even exist and you were so incredibly lucky to have someone like him to be by your side during this tough time.
The sudden loud screams and cries of your baby boy pierced through your ears, your eyes immediately opening glancing first to the clock⌠3am slightly later than last night. He was sleeping slightly longer that was okay.. better. You took a deep breath instant tears coming to your eyes. You were so tired and not only that you were in pain from your healing body. A sudden hand however rested upon your shoulder âIâve got him my love, rest⌠go back to sleep.â Your eyes moved to lock with your boyfriend, harry, his lips curved in his calm smile that you absolutely adored âbut-â ânuh uh.. no buts y/n. Rest.â He almost ordered you but in a calm gentle manner and you without even hesitating nodded and crashed back into the warmth of blankets your body curling up as you stuffed your face into the pillow. âLove you,â his words were soft as he brushed your hair back from your forehead pressing a kiss to your cheek as he smiled his long hair tickling against your skin as you let out a sleepy giggle âlove you too.â
Harry soon made his way to the crib the crying baby was laid in and he lifted the wailing child up into his arms âhey⌠shhh⌠Iâm here⌠daddyâs here.â He murmured to the newborn as he rocked him back and forth the childâs small fist immediately interlocking onto Harryâs hair, tugging curiously at his hair grasping at the brown curls but Harry didnât mind his eyes full of adoration as he simply smiled finding it absolutely adorable the childâs cries still being there but slightly quieter now that he was being held. âCâmon letâs not stress mummy out any longer.â He said softly as he walked out of the bedroom keeping the baby in his arms, the small boy was named Billy, he had green almost blue eyes just like Harryâs. It was the first feature you had picked up on and you absolutely fell in love with it. The curly haired man was quick to make the newborn a bottle continuing to rock him back and forth in his embrace and once the bottle had been warmed up he tested the heat of it on his wrist and when it had cooled down to the right temperature he carried Billy, the bottle and a burping blanket into the living room as he sat down on the sofa. The small boy was curled up in Harryâs embrace his head resting on his chest as the child immediately began suckling on the nipple of the bottle his crying calming down as Harry closed his eyes letting out a soft gentle sigh, humming a little melody as he gazed down at the child his eyes full of nothing but love and adoration.
Soon enough the bottle was nearly empty, Billyâs eyes nearly closed and Harry smiled gently placing the blanket onto his shoulder before switching the child from being on his back to being on his front just so his mouth was against the blanket before he lightly began to pat the childâs back, burping him âshhh⌠shhh⌠Iâve got you baby boy⌠câmon letâs make it nice and easy yeah? You burp and then you can sleep, promise. Hopefully youâll sleep through the night then and let mummy and daddy sleep for at least a few hours yeah.. hm? Do we have a dealâŚ.â He whispered to the child his own eyes half closed as he was starting to dream of his bed, cuddling up to you⌠Harry continued to lightly rub the boys back in little circles patting occasionally. âAlthough Iâm proud of you for sleeping an extra 45 minutes⌠youâre already growing up sweet boy.â He said softly the childâs hand grasping at Harryâs hair once again, as if it was something that helped ease him knowing his dad was right there and as soft whines and whimpers began to fall from the child who clearly was resisting sleep Harry positioned him so he was more comfortable in his embrace, the childâs fingers still gripping onto Harryâs long hair but Harry didnât mind at all as he gazed into the childâs sleepy eyes as he began to hum to the boy⌠the humming soon turning into actual lyrics,
âYouâre my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skyâs are grey, youâll never know dear how much I love you. Please donât take my sunshine away. The other night dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms when I awoke dear I was mistaken so I hung my head and cried⌠youâre my sunshine my only sunshine, you make me happy when skyâs are grey youâll never know dear how much I love you please donât take my sunshine away.â
He continued humming those words over and over again, sometimes whispering the lyrics out watching as the small newborns eyes soon closed completely, soft snores coming from the infant as Harry smiled âyouâll never know dear how much I love youâŚ.â He whispered out staying sat for a while and once he knew the child was asleep for certain he carefully stood up walking back into the bedroom where he carefully laid the child down, the child stirring for a second but Harryâs constant humming soothing him straight back into sleep. Harry made sure he was comfy and had his toys and teddyâs and blanket before he made his way back to bed slipping into the comfort of the bed his arms instantly wrapping around you again as he pulled you close your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he held you tight to his body âIâm here now⌠heâs gonna be asleep for a while⌠go to sleep yeah? Iâve got you.â He soothed into your ear and you smiled holding onto him tightly âyouâre such an amazing mum baby⌠so amazing⌠youâre such an inspiration.â He then began lightly massaging his fingertips into your scalp as he began easing you into a sleep âmm⌠couldnât do it without you.â You whispered and he smiled admiring you quietly before he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, he knew when you were half asleep you never listened but he didnât mind. He found it cute. âWhoâs your favourite superhero?â He soon asked making your tired self confused âcaptain sleepâ you said sarcastically making him laugh softly, âmm sureâ he said playfully watching as your eyes struggled to remain open his fingertips lightly drawing patterns into your back his fingers smoothing against your skin in the most comforting way. âWant to know who mine is?â He soon asked and you nodded sleepily not really caring. âYou.â He whispered and you giggled out âdonât be sillyâŚâ you murmured âIâm not. Iâm being deathly serious⌠youâre my favourite superhero⌠youâre my superheroâ he said and if you had your eyes open you wouldâve been in tears but instead you held onto him tightly cuddling into him âand youâre my superheroâ you whispered to him a smile remaining on both of your faces as he cuddled you closerâŚ. This was the life Harry had always pictured a happy calm life where he could love on you and make sure you knew just how worthy you were⌠the life where he could finally have the family he wanted. If he could choose he would choose to have you in every lifetime without a doubt⌠you were his main resource of happiness⌠you were his sunshine.
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đźlike itâs the only thing Iâll ever dođź part 2 (dadrry)
Harry tries his best to keep her calm at the studio, but something seems wrong with the baby..
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A chuckle fell from Harryâs lips as he squatted down to the blanket spread out in the floor. The baby was casually eating Cheerios from a small bowl with one hand, while the other clutched a yellow rubber duck. She was given a quick bath this morning after having a diaper mishap, and she just wouldnât let the duck leave her sight. You were sitting near her, your back against the couch as you kept a close eye on her. The studio floor was clean and there was nothing noticeable that she could grab to put in her mouth, but you still watched her every move. Harry was taking a break from working on a song with Mitch, they happened to be the only two in the studio today. Your baby was wary of strangers and being in a room with a lot of people, so it was a relief to know you wouldnât have to worry about her becoming anxious. She recognized Mitch enough to ignore him.
âAre those yummy, my love?â He asked with a smile as she extended her hand, her fingertips pinching a cheerio to show him. âThank you, darling.â He laughed to himself as he took the Cheerio from her and popped it in his mouth.
Her attention shifted back to the rubber duck in her hand. She switched it to the other hand, watching herself move the toy in the air. He admired the way she explored her own little world, it was a sight to see. Harry pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before standing up and walking to the couch. He sat down, his hand gently touching the back of your head.
âBored to death yet?â
You smiled, leaning your head back to look at him. âNo, weâve been listening to you. Every time you would say baby sheâd look around for you.â
He had been going over a song in the singing booth with Mitch, just tossing out verses and trying to arrange the lines how he liked. He had left the door open so that you werenât completely shut off from him, but he was far enough away to work without being distracted by the baby. She had been content the entire time, playing with her toys and eating her snack.
âThatâs cus sheâs wondering why Dada is calling someone else his baby, yeah?â Harry said with a grin as her head snapped up from where she had been staring at the duck, her eyes instantly finding him. âThatâs my sweet baby, isnât it?â
She gave him a happy squeal and started shaking the duck in the air, babbling to him. He gave her a nod and a few words of encouragement, always happy to listen to her ramble noises out. You closed the book you had been skimming over after marking the page and sat it down on the floor. You climbed onto the couch next to him, slipping your arm around his neck and pecking his cheek.
âJust a couple more hours.. I just ordered dinner for us.â He said with a sigh, looking over at you with lustful eyes. âWeâre definitely going to have some Mommy-Daddy time when we get home.â
You laughed softly, looking at the baby who was still sitting on the floor playing and keeping herself occupied. âThen you better hope someone goes down easily.â
âUncle Mitch could keep her for the night.â Harry teased as Mitch walked in from the booth, sitting the notebook he had down on the table.
He scoffed. âPlease. Sheâs a cute one, but she cries way too much.â
Harry rolled his eyes. âShe only cried that time because she hates being away from us.. or maybe she just doesnât like you all that much.â
âHey, if youâd stop spoiling her sheâd be willing to stay with us.â
Harry shook his head. âShe isnât spoiled.â
You let out a laugh and patted his stomach. âYouâve spoiled her rotten, honey.â
He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. âSheâs my baby.. of course mâgonna spoil her.â
âHas she said Dada yet?â Mitch asked with a smirk, he knew how irritated that made Harry.
âNot yet. Sheâs working on it though.â You said with a smile, pressing another kiss to Harryâs jaw. âSomeoneâs impatient.â
âHow old is she?â
âSheâll be ten months next week.â Harry said, suddenly moving his eyes down to his lap where he picked at his thumbnail.
You noticed that he was downcast a bit, which was to be expected. Sometimes he handled the picking fine, and his friends didnât bother him by what they said. But other times, it was hard for him to deal with everything. Why was it such a bad thing that he spoiled his baby girl? Isnât that his job, to make sure sheâs loved and has every little thing she desires? Of course, he knows Mitch wasnât mocking him - but now the thought of her not saying his name was on his mind. He loved that little girl so much, and he was disappointed that she hadnât said his name yet. He wasnât disappointed in her, no - but in himself. Was he not trying hard enough? Was he not saying it enough around her and encouraging her like he had with Mama? He wasnât sure of anything.
Mitch excused himself to take a phone call, leaving you alone with Harry. You sighed while raking your fingers through his messy hair.
âDo you want some baby snuggles?â
He smiled gently, shaking his head a little as he rested his hand on your leg. âWanâ you for a bit.â
You faked a gasp. âMe? Why me?â
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âAlways want you, sugar.â
You were aware that he was experiencing some feelings, so you gave his scalp a gentle scratch and just looked at the side of his face for a moment. He was watching the baby, who was still playing with the duck. She was dropping it in the bowl of Cheerios, then picking it up. She was entertaining himself and Harry just softly smiled as he watched.
âYouâre a great daddy.â You whispered, flicking your eyes to the baby.
âMâokay, I guess.â
âYouâre doing everything fine.. sheâll say your name when sheâs ready.â You reminded him, again kissing his cheek.
He sighed, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. âWhat if she doesnât want to?â
âBabe, sheâs got to learn how to make new sounds.. she canât do it magically.â
Harry looked down at his thighs again, feeling a knot in his stomach. He feared he wasnât doing something right. What if he was supposed to spend more time talking to her and repeating sounds? What if she was tired of him pestering her? He was in his head about it constantly, but right now everything seemed to stir up at once.
You took a deep breath and decided to move onto his lap. He welcomed you with a kiss to your lips, his arms going around you. Your fingers twisted in his hair, practically holding his head up.
âPlease donât be worried about this, Harry. Sheâs not even a year old yet.. sheâs got plenty of time to learn.â
He huffed. âWhat if mânot teaching her enough? Like.. like saying it enough so sheâs hearing it?â
âHoney, youâre doing everything right. We both say it all the time.. she knows who her Dada is.â You pressed your hand to his jaw, rubbing his skin softly with your thumb. âSheâs just a little baby, yeah? Sheâs trying her best.â
He frowned. âI know sheâs doing her best. Sheâs so smart.. i just.. mânot blaming her. Itâs me.â
âItâs not you, babe.â
âI donât wanna talk about it anymore.â He shook his head, trying to turn his head away but you didnât let him.
âHarry.â
âPlease, baby. Please.â
You licked your lips, eyes staring into his. It was clear that he was bothered by everything, and he was silently pleading to move on. So, you opted to change the subject.
âDo you really want to have Mommy-Daddy time tonight?â
He smirked. âOf course.. I always want Mommy-Daddy time.â
You smiled back. âI know.. just canât resist me, hm?â
He rolled his eyes, chuckling at you. âCan say the same about you, baby.â
âHowâs the song going? It sounds really good.â
He pursed his lips. âI dunno. Itâs alright, I guess.â
âI like it, someone else seemed to be intrigued by it.â
He smiled at the mention of the baby. âMy two biggest fans, hm?â
âDonât forget Mitch.â You laughed softly, making him grin.
âMa ma ma ma.â
Harry grinned as the baby started to talk. You looked back at her and cheerfully gasped as you saw her looking your way. She had moved onto her hands and knees, gently rocking back and forth. She is still tackling the challenge of crawling, but she was getting much better. Sometimes she was scared, but she tried so hard.
âLook, Dada! Weâre on the move.â
âCâmere, baby doll.â Harry said with a smile, excited to see her pick her hand up and move forward, one movement at time.
She looked down at the floor, moving her other hand along with her knee. She seemed interested in trying to crawl towards the couch, but she also appeared to be a little hesitant.
âYouâre doing so well, my baby.â Harry said, grabbing her attention.
She looked up and gave him a big smile, squealing to herself as she started crawling a little faster. You got off Harryâs lap and squatted down on the floor, holding your hands out to her.
âYouâre doing so good, baby girl!â
Harry couldnât stop smiling as he watched her crawl the distance to you. She had her target, and it was you. She had the biggest grin on her face as she finally reached you, grabbing your thighs to push herself up. You picked her up and smushed a kiss to her cheek.
âGood job, darling!â
Harry gave her a happy smile as you sat down on the couch, placing her on your lap facing him.
âDada loves you, baby girl. Youâre the smartest girl in the whole world, yeah?â
She squealed and immediately leaned forward, reaching for him. He took her in his hands and stood her up on his lap. She began bouncing, her knees moving quickly as she started babbling, her fingers stuck in her mouth.
âAw, poor thing.â He sighed as he saw how red her knees were from the crawling. âShouldâve put some pants on you.â
âSheâll be okay, Dada.â You reached over to rub your fingertips against her knees, making sure there were rashes forming or scratches on her skin. âJust a bit red.â
âMa ma ma ma ma.â
Harry smiled. âDa da da da.â
She made a little squeak again, bouncing faster as she pulled her hand from her mouth, it was covered in drool.
âDa da da da.â He repeated, trying to encourage her.
âMa ma ma.â She replied, reaching for Harry. âBabababa.â
âYeah, youâre talking up a storm, sweet girl.â He said with a smile as he brought her to his chest, letting her grab his shoulder and fist her hand in his shirt. âWant loves, baby girl?â
She rested her forehead against his cheek, her wet hand grabbing his face. You laughed to yourself as he made a face at the drool being smeared on him.
âWhoâs this, lovey? Is this Dada.â You said, tapping her arm to get her attention. She picked her head up and looked at you. âIs this your Dada?â
She looked back at Harry, grinning as big as she could. But she still didnât give in to your efforts.
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It had been half an hour since Mitch came back from his break and they started working again. You were sitting on the couch, somewhat occupied with a game on your phone while keeping an eye on the baby. She was laying in the floor, kicking her legs up in the air and playing with her own fingers. She had a couple of toys around her but she wasnât interested. Harry hadnât started singing yet, they were messing with some instruments and experimenting with sound.
But the second he started to sing, just practicing how the lyrics would sound, the baby snapped her eyes towards the room. You watched her roll over onto her belly and push herself up. You smiled as she froze, eyes staring at the doorway. Harry suddenly sang the word baby, which made her perk up even more. He stopped for a second, then re-sung the word. You chuckled softly as she started crawling towards the open door. He was trying out different notes, trying to determine which was the best. He started back over from the beginning when he found what he liked.
Watching the baby go straight towards him made your heart melt. She passed the doorframe, crawling as quick as she could. Harry suddenly stopped singing and you heard him laughing.
âHi, baby girl.â He scooped her off the ground and cradled her like a newborn, making her grin and giggle at him. âCrashing our session, hm? Youâre the cutest.â
âMaybe she can give us some backing vocals.â Mitch said, making Harry laugh.
âSheâs better than you, eh?â
Despite knowing Harry adores the baby, you got up from the couch to go and get her. He needed to finish this stuff tonight, and she would only prolong the process. When you walked in, Harry gave you a smile and quickly kissed her forehead.
âGotta sit with Mama for a bit, okay? Dada will come get you soon, baby.â He told her, kissing her cheek before handing her to you.
She whined, turning her head back to Harry, hands reaching out for him. You sighed, knowing this would probably lead to a breakdown.
âCâmon, sugar plum. Weâll go watch something on Mamaâs phone.â
The second she realized Harry wasnât going to get her, she started tearing up. Harry frowned, closing the small space you shared. He rested his hand on her back, his lips against her temple.
âDonât be sad, my darling. Dadaâs going to be done soon. I love you bunches, my little angel.â
You felt your heart drop as she started to cry, trying her best to fight your hold. Harry gave you an apologetic look and kissed her cheek again, making sure she felt his attention and affection.
âIâll shut the door.â He mumbled to you.
âSheâs probably hungry.. Iâll feed her.â
âBottle or nurse her?â
You glanced at Mitch. âBottle I guess.â
He sighed. âShe gets sleepier when you nurse her.. Iâve got a blanket in there you can cover with.â
You gave him a nod. âOkay, love you. Donât worry about her.â
âLove you, too.â He quickly kissed your lips and moved back to the baby, rubbing her back for a moment. âBe good for Mama.â
She was not happy about being taken out of the room, but you had to do it. You shut the door and let out a heavy sigh. At home, she usually doesnât get like this. Thatâs probably because Harry is always around, and sheâs never denied of him. This is partially why you didnât want to come with him tonight.
You grabbed the blanket off the chair in the corner and went to the couch. You had her bag beside you as she sat in your lap, tears still streaming down her cheeks. You took out her favorite blanket and a burping cloth to put over your shoulder. Thankfully, you knew Mitch would be respectful when it came to you breastfeeding. He always asks Harry if youâre covered before he walks in a room or near you if youâre nursing. So, even though you had the blanket you figured you wouldnât need it.
You sat the baby down on the floor to quickly unclasp your bra and slide it down. You laid it in her diaper bag and rolled up your shirt, making sure only one breast was exposed. You picked her back up and adjusted her so she could latch. Even though she was fussy, she was hungry and wanted to nurse. You exhaled as you relaxed against the arm of the couch, so glad she was easily satisfied. After about ten minutes, your phone buzzed beside you.
from Harry: howâs she doing?
to Harry: Sheâs better. sheâll be asleep soon
from Harry: good, Iâll be done in a little bit xx
You didnât reply, instead you moved the baby to your other breast, knowing she needed to take a quick break. She whined, but latched on again. You nurses her until she had gotten enough. She was then laying in your arms, eyes slowly fluttering open to fight her sleep. This went on for a few minutes.
Everything was going smoothly, until Harry began to sing again. This got her attention right away. She was so close to being asleep, but of course something had to ruin that. You sighed as she wiggled around in your arms, trying to sit up. You placed her on your lap, facing the doorway. She was reaching out towards the door, knowing to person she wanted right now was in there. You rubbed her belly, trying to calm her as she whined.
âDaddyâs working, baby. You canât be in there messing with him right now, sugarplum.â You pressed a kiss to her head, but she didnât care.
She was not used to being deprived of him for so long, and having him pop in for only a few minutes at a time was torture to her. You shook your head in disbelief as she started to cry, tears flooding down her face as if sheâd hurt herself bad. It was going to be difficult to get her to stop - especially without Harryâs assistance.
âSweetie, please, calm down. Dadaâs going to be out in a little while, then you can have him all to yourself.â Your words were not convincing in any way.
Before you could even take a break, she started to scream. It appeared like she was truly hurting or in immense distress, but you just couldnât believe it. Sheâs never acted this way before. You started bouncing your thigh, hoping to soothe her but it didnât work at all. You were worried that Harry would be upset if he got disturbed again, because he needed to finish this stuff tonight. He had no time to waste anymore.
Just as you were about to turn her around and hold her against your chest, the door opened and Harry rushed over to you, his brows dropped low and a worried expression over his face.
âWhat happened! Is she okay!â He said frantically, grabbing her from your lap without a second of hesitation.
You watched in disbelief as he pressed her against his chest, her head on his shoulder and started to sway from side to side, his big hand rubbing circles in her back. She was crying, but no longer screaming her lungs out.
âDid she fall? Did-did something happen?â He asked you, afraid to know the answer.
You sighed softly. âNo, she just started.. screaming.â
âWhat?â He looked confused. He leaned his head to get a better look at her. Her face was red and her eyes were strained from the tears. âBaby girl, whatâs the matter?â
The second she heard that word she perked up. Her head came up and she turned towards him, hands grabbing onto his neck and ear, wanting to keep him there forever. He frowned as he realized what was happening. He sat down beside you, sighing heavily. The baby was still against his chest, fingers digging into his skin.
âShe heard you.. and went.. wild.â You said, patting his thigh.
He shook his head. âWhatâs gotten into her? Sheâs.. sheâs not usually like this.â
âI guess she just misses her Daddy.â
Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek. âIâve been with her all afternoon. Maybe sheâs in the clingy stage.. donât they get one of those?â
You smiled, slipping your arm around his shoulders as you moved to sit on your legs. âSheâs always going to be clingy, honey. I think she really just misses you. She was fine while she nursed.. was almost asleep.â
He pushed out a deep breath and looked at her cute face, always so in awe of the little human he made with you. His heart sparked as she gave him a pout of her lips, whining softly as she leaned her forehead against his cheek.
âMy sweet girl.. yâknow Dada has to work. If you be good for a little bitty bit longer, I promise Iâll cuddle you for hours tonight.â
His words did not matter to her. She let out a gentle grunt and fisted her hand in his shirt, holding on as if she knew he was about to leave her again.
âHoney, I dunno if sheâll be able to manage being away from you right now.â You admitted with a slight frown. âDo you have to finish the stuff tonight?â
âYeah.. Iâm on a tight schedule and today was the last day to work on this stuff.â
Harryâs eyes found yours for a moment and you gave him a smile, wishing you could fix it or make things easier. He lifted the corner of his mouth, not wanting to move from his seat at all.
âDo you think sheâll be good if sheâs with you?â You ask in a soft voice, your thumb rubbing over the fabric of his pants.
He shifted his eyes back to her. She was sitting up now, hands messing with each other but she stared at Harryâs face, waiting for his attention.
âMâsure she would.â He said. âDo you care if I take her?â
You chuckled. âNot at all, babe.â
He took a deep breath and stood from the couch, securing his hold on the baby before moving.
âWell, I guess you can stay with me for a bit, bug.â He smiled, kissing her cheek a few times as he walked towards the door. âDadaâs almost done.â
âMa ma ma.â
You smiled to yourself as you heard her. Harry sighed and gave her a laugh. He squatted down to grab the rubber duck from the floor so she can occupy her attention.
âAlways Mama, hm?â
She took the duck from his hand and started gently hitting it against his neck. He grunted, trying to resist a smile but he just couldnât. Everything she did amused and amazed him.
When he shut the door, you were unsure of what to expect. Usually, sheâs a good baby and she doesnât cause much chaos. This evening wasnât too out of the ordinary. She loves Harryâs attention, so it didnât surprise you that she was behaving that way. You hoped sheâll be good for him so he can finish quickly and you can go home.
âOur backup singer has returned.â Mitch said with a smile as he opened the notebook he had been holding and returned to the page of song lyrics. âDid she get hurt?â
âNo, sheâs just being a bit fussy.â Harry said just as she reached for his hair, tangling her fingers in it. âMaybe sheâll be good. No promises.â
Mitch was strumming a few chords on his guitar as Harry read over the spot they stopped on. He had jotted a few things down that he wanted to review before giving the verse another go. There was no serious recording going on, just messing around with lyrics and notes.
Things went well for about five whole minutes. The baby had been holding his hair in one hand and the duck in the other, her eyes peering down at the paper Harry was skimming his fingertip over. She wasnât keen on the fact his hand wasnât touching her. She whined a little, releasing his hair so she could grab his mouth. He smiled, shaking his head lightly as he tried to read. If he were at home, he would have no issue with this. But right now, he was trying to work.
âHoneybun, donât pull Dadaâs lip, yeah? Be sweet, please.â He said as he carefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm down.
When she whined louder than before, he looked at her to make sure she was okay. She seemed angry, her brows were dropped and her mouth was in a frown. He pressed a few kisses to her forehead.
âI thought you told Mama youâd be good, hm?â
Just as he was about to reward her with another peck, she began waving the duck in the air so hard that when she dropped it, it practically flew onto the floor. Harry gave her a concerned look.
âAngel, please, donât throw him, yeah? Might hurt him.â
A whine left her mouth as he picked it up from the floor. He offered her the duck, but she slapped at his hand and turned her head away.
âLovey, whatâs the matter?â He mumbled to her, turning away from Mitch.
He looked over her face, trying to read her expression but she just seemed frustrated and bothered. There wasnât any other obvious things going on.
âMy precious baby.â He sighed softly. Her eyes moved to find his, tears swelling in them. âI wish you could tell Dada whatâs going on.â
Her bottom lip rolled out as tears slipped down her cheeks. She wasnât loud, though, not a sound coming from her. She just stared at him, eyes watered over and her lip shaking.
âSomethingâs wrong, innit?â He said in light voice, reaching up to wipe this thumb over her red cheek. âIâm so sorry, baby. I dunno what to do.â
Her head fell onto his shoulder, arms tucked by her sides. He held his hand against her back, and without saying a word, left the room once again. Your head lifted as you heard the door open. Your brows dropped the instant you saw them.
âWhatâs the matter?â
Harry looked defeated and somewhat afraid. âI.. I donât know. I think somethingâs wrong..â
(a/n: I didnât want this to be too long so I ended it here, do you want a part 3?)
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