Harry and Y/N were at a charity gala hosted by one of Harry’s biggest investors in London. Being the millionaire he was, Harry often got invited to events like these, but they rarely attended. They preferred to stay away from the spotlight, especially Y/N.
Harry looked every bit the part tonight, dressed in a sharp black suit, tattoos hidden beneath his sleeves, his curls sitting deliciously on top of his head. He looked devastatingly handsome.
And Y/N? To Harry, she was breathtaking.
She wore a dark maroon gown that hugged her perfectly, a slit running up one side. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face, and that dark red lipstick had him drooling long before they even left the house.
He still couldn’t wrap his head around how he got her. To him, she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet, and he wanted her all to himself. He’d nearly canceled the plans earlier that evening; she looked too good, and the thought of anyone else’s eyes on her didn’t sit right with him.
He was right, of course. The moment they entered the hall, heads turned. Every eye seemed to follow Y/N, and Harry wore a proud smirk that made it clear she was his. The massive rock on her finger didn’t leave much room for doubt.
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Nearly two hours into the event, the night was in full swing. They’d both had a couple of drinks. Y/N wasn’t much of a drinker, but the wine was smooth, and she’d allowed herself two glasses. She was catching up with friends, laughter on her lips, while Harry stood across the room, deep in conversation with his business associates.
Even then, his gaze never strayed far from her. He kept her in his periphery, always aware. She was his wife — his responsibility, his heart and he made sure she was safe, always.
Meanwhile, Y/N was lost in laughter, chatting with her small circle of girlfriends. It felt nice — a rare evening where she could relax without worrying about headlines or the constant hum of public attention.
“You and Harry should definitely come over for dinner sometime,” Mary said, smiling. She was one of Y/N’s closest friends from work, practically a sister, swirling her glass with a grin. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a proper catch-up.”
“Oh, definitely. I’ll have to check his schedule; he’s been drowning in work lately,” Y/N laughed softly, rolling her eyes with fond exasperation.
Her gaze drifted around the hall, the voices of her friends becoming a buzz in the background as she searched for the man currently being spoken about — and there he was, standing effortlessly handsome in the crowd, deep in conversation, one hand casually in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He looked unfairly good under the golden lights, and for a moment, she forgot what she was saying.
And just then, as she turned slightly back toward her group, a low voice interrupted.
“You look breathtaking tonight.”
The voice came from beside her, the same man she’d caught glancing her way a few times throughout the evening. His tone was polite at first, but his eyes lingered a little too boldly, tracing over her face.
Y/N offered a polite smile, keeping her composure. “Thank you,” she said softly not encouraging, just enough to be polite. She hoped he’d get the hint and walk away.
But he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned a bit closer, resting his arm casually on the bar counter like he had no intention of leaving. Y/N instinctively stepped back, putting distance between them. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, flashing her wedding ring, which gleamed under the light.
“My husband picked the dress,” she said with a soft chuckle. “He’s around here somewhere.”
At that exact moment, her eyes met Harry’s across the room. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing when he saw the man standing too close. Y/N’s polite smile couldn’t hide the discomfort in her body language, and that was enough for him.
He excused himself from the group and strode across the room, a possessive and powerful glint in his eyes.
“The husband you mentioned?” he said, glancing at his wife, his voice low but firm. “That would be me.”
He slid an arm around her waist in a possessive, claiming manner. The man’s face went pale the instant he recognized Harry — his boss.
“I—I didn’t realize, I’m so sorry,” he stammered, clearing his throat and stepping back in embarrassment. He shooed away like a mouse.
Y/N couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips. The wine was definitely making her feel funny. Harry’s protectiveness always did something to her. That look in his eyes dark, possessive was intoxicating and arousing.
She tilted her head up at him, fingers brushing over his jaw, teasing softly. “You didn’t have to scare him like that,” she muttered, eyes raking over his face.
Harry’s voice dropped low, eyes still trained on the man retreating. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at my wife.”
And Y/N melted like putty in his hands. Something about him calling her his wife while being possessive and jealous made her feel things. Or maybe it was one too many glasses of wine. Either way, she couldn’t help the heat pooling low in her stomach.
Her body ached for his touch. Her pussy clenched around nothing, nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress, her skin flushed with need. She wanted to leave, wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere close to him.
She hadn’t even realized she was sweating until Harry’s fingers brushed her neck, wiping away a bead of sweat. “What’s the matter, baby? Feeling hot?” His voice was casual, but his dark eyes were anything but.
Y/N fanned her face, trying to play it cool. “I… I don’t feel so good. Do you think we can leave?”
“You sure, baby?” Harry murmured, leaning in to press soft, teasing kisses along the side of her lips. His minty-cool breath mixed with whiskey, making her stomach twist with want. He smirked knowingly; he could tell exactly what she was thinking. He knew his wife better than anyone.
Y/N nodded. Eager, desperate. If they didn’t leave immediately, she was certain she would drag him straight to the nearest washroom.
They quickly said their goodbyes, promising friends and colleagues they’d meet again soon, and made their way to the car.
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The ride home was slow torture. Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, heart hammering, while Harry’s ring-clad hand stroked his jaw absentmindedly, the other resting casually on the steering wheel. Every time she glanced at him, he caught her eyes and smirked.
The moment the car pulled into their driveway, Y/N’s body tensed. Every nerve ending felt alive, and the anticipation buzzing between them was almost unbearable.
Even though they’d been married for almost two years, the tension between them was electric and consuming.
Y/N loved the rush — the buzz that coursed through her veins as if everything between them was brand new.
It’s always like this with Harry, she thought, and she loved it.
He had this mysterious way of keeping the spark alive, of making her feel like the most important girl in the world with just a look, a touch, a whisper. And for that, she adored her husband more than words could ever capture.
Harry didn’t rush. He parked slowly, hands on the wheel, but his eyes never left hers. That knowing smirk was still there, curling at the edges of his lips, daring her to make the first move — or maybe just watching her squirm in delicious restraint.
He opened her door for her, his eyes drinking her in as she slid out. The moment she was at his side, he didn’t just take her hand, he pulled her close, pressing her body against his.
“Looks like someone’s been thinking about me all evening.”
She swallowed hard, heat pooling low in her stomach. “Maybe I have,” she whispered, her face close to his, lips almost touching.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Y/N shivered, biting her lip.
“You know exactly what you do to me,” she breathed, hands tangling in his curls, pulling him closer.
Harry’s grin deepened. “I think you like it,” he murmured, his hand sliding lower to rest at the curve of her hip. Then, with a smooth lift, he scooped her into his arms bridal-style, letting his hips close the car door with a soft click.
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The moment they entered the bedroom, he gently set her down on the bed with a soft thud. Y/N gasped lightly, a shiver running through her.
“Strip.”
One word, and she was moving, sitting up and slipping out of her dress. She reached for her heels, but he stopped her with a quiet tsk and a commanding tone.
“Leave them on.”
In nothing but black lace lingerie and her heels, she looked absolutely divine. Harry’s eyes raked over her, darkening with lust, his hand brushing over his jaw as he drank in every inch of her skin.
The way she was just sitting there, staring up at him with big doe eyes, lips pink and plump from continuously biting them he wished he could stay there all night, just staring at his beauty, but he had other plans in mind.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder.
Y/N was instantly on her feet, her height elevated by a few inches yet still not enough to meet his gaze directly.
“Unbuckle my belt, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice low.
And that’s all she needed. Her knees met the cold, unyielding floor as she worked to unbuckle him. Her fingers fumbled with the belt, finally managing to unzip him. His hardness was evident through his grey boxers, his length pulsing against her delicate hands as she pulled him out. A throb began to echo between her own legs, her body responding to his need.
Harry drew in a sharp breath, the sensation of his cock in her soft hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was hard as a rock. It was a struggle to maintain control around his beautiful wife — her touch alone threatening to undo him.
Y/N knew exactly what he wanted. She began with a long, languid lick from the base to the tip, as if savoring a sweet treat. Then, she planted tiny, feather-light kisses on the sensitive tip, tasting his pre-cum in return. A tease that drove him wild. He loved when she was sweet like this. She took his tip into her mouth, sucking gently before taking his entire length.
“Fuck—” he breathed out, his fingers gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it firmly. “Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” he asked, his breath ragged.
Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes closed in submission, hands gripping his thighs.
Harry began to guide her head, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that sent him to the brink of ecstasy. The wet, warm sensation of her mouth was heavenly. He checked on her every few seconds, ensuring she was breathing comfortably, his voice a husky whisper, “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Y/N moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. The pull of her hair, the control he exerted over her movements, had her clenching her pussy — she was dripping with need. But she didn’t stop, her saliva drooling from the side of her lips, mixing with the smudged lipstick at the base of his cock, making the sight even more messy and erotic.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm.
Y/N looked up, her eyes glossy with tears, mouth full, still bobbing her head. Harry’s own hair was matted, glistening with sweat as he looked down, wiping a trail of saliva from her lips.
“So pretty,” he murmured before pulling her head back. He needed to be inside her before he came down her throat. Her mouth was sinful.
He bent down, capturing her lips in a messy, wet kiss, lifting her up in the process. They both groaned into each other’s mouths, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue. Her chin was still wet with drool; he licked it with his tongue, like his favorite meal.
He then picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, her pussy wet and her body trembling with anticipation.
“Please, Harry,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea as he quickly undressed and joined her on the bed.
“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, positioning himself between her parted legs. He lifted one leg, placing it on his shoulder, and began planting soft kisses from her ankle upward. Goosebumps rose on her skin, her body responding to his touch.
He seemed lost in his own world, eyes closed, inhaling her scent as he trailed kisses up her leg to her inner thigh, making Y/N squirm in response, unable to form a sentence.
“Somebody’s so wet for me, huh?” he said, his fingers rubbing against her damp panties. “Tsk tsk, drenched,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he moved her panties aside, letting the cool air brush against her heated center. He groaned at the sight of her glistening pussy, her clit begging to be touched, juices covering her cunt, making it look wet and even prettier.
“That motherfucker must be wishing it was him here instead of me,” he muttered, his jaw clenching as his thumb worked her clit in tight circles.
“Oh my god, Har—” Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering open in confusion, trying to comprehend what he meant while holding back her moans.
“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice laced with jealousy, his thumb moving faster. “I wanna hear you say it,” he demanded before he latched his mouth onto her pussy.
“A-ah,” Y/N screamed as she felt his tongue make contact with her bud.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, Harry,” she said, her voice shaky as her world spun. Her forehead was damp with sweat, her legs wrapped tightly around his head as he worked his tongue expertly.
Hearing her words unleashed something primal within him. He played with her clit for some time, sucking it into his mouth, making her scream, before dragging his tongue up and down her slit. Y/N grabbed handfuls of his curly hair. She was close — the tension in her belly ready to snap at any moment.
Harry slipped two fingers inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. He knew her body so well — every place that made her gasp, every spot that made her tremble. He knew exactly where to touch, how hard and how slow. Her body always told him what it wanted.
“I’m close, Harry,” she whispered, her moans filling the room.
While he continued to work his fingers, he murmured, “Cum — cum on my tongue. I wanna taste you.”
And that was all it took. The tension snapped, and she came with a loud cry, tugging at his hair as he lapped up every bit of her release.
Y/N was catching her breath when he reached up and molded their lips together, making her taste herself on his tongue.
“My gorgeous lady,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to her forehead, making her smile.
Y/N loved this thing about Harry — even though he loved to be the dominant one in the bedroom, he always showed his softer side to her, always making sure she was okay, always giving random compliments that made her blush like a teenager.
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Harry pulling down her bra, cool air hitting her nipples and making them hard.
One moment he was smiling at her with soft eyes, and the next, hunger laced his expression as he looked down at her breasts.
He stuck his tongue out and licked one of her nipples before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently, his other hand squeezing and playing with her other boob.
“A-ah,” Y/N moaned, closing her eyes and grabbing his hair.
Harry switched between both boobs. Sucking, licking, and squeezing before trailing kisses down her soft tummy. He loved kissing every inch of her body, devouring her and taking his time with it.
“I wanna fuck my wife now,” he whispered with a kiss. “Can I?” he asked, and Y/N nodded eagerly. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted to feel him inside her.
“Y-yes, yes please,” she breathed.
Harry angled his cock with his hand before dragging it up and down her slit, soaking it with her juices, and slowly thrusting it into her warm cunt. Both gasped at the feeling. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt new always felt so good.
“Please move,” Y/N moaned when he finally thrust his entire length into her. He slowly pulled out before slamming his cock back in. He reached down to rub her clit in tight circles with his thumb, increasing her pleasure and making her moan loudly.
She was scratching at his back while biting his shoulder, trying to hold back her noises.
Harry loved the pain when she scratched his back or left little hickeys on his neck and shoulders.
He increased his speed once she had adjusted to him before smashing their lips together.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I love you too,” she breathed out, her eyes closed in pleasure, her arms around his neck as he kept fucking her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he whispered, dropping his face into her neck, his voice muffled.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he breathed out.
“I know you’re close cum with me, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing her clit in fast motions, his thrusts turning sloppy as he reached his own climax.
Her orgasm rippled through her body as she wrapped her hands around him, holding him close, both of them riding out their highs.
It must’ve been a few minutes, maybe hours Y/N didn’t know. Her eyes fluttered shut as his body relaxed onto hers, his cock still inside her, snug and warm.
After a few minutes, Harry gently woke her up before pulling out and cleaning her with a wet cloth.
He carefully unclasped her heels and pressed feather-light kisses to her ankle, making a mental note to massage her feet tomorrow. He set her shoes aside before slipping into bed beside her.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered, pulling her closer.
“I love you too,” Y/N mumbled in her sleep, instinctively curling into him. He couldn’t help but smile at his adorable wife.
Would Angel Harry ever get subby? Or even be interested in being called puppy?
Ooh definitely!!!
There could be a moment when he comes home, exhausted from classes, just craving her attention. He would trail after her around the apartment, needy, clinging to her at every chance. Nudging his face into her neck, tugging at her shirt whenever she wandered too far.
Y/N noticed it when they were curled up on the couch, watching a movie. His head rested on her shoulder, his curls brushing against her skin. But even that wasn’t enough he kept inching closer, wrapping his arms around her torso. When Y/N got too focused on the screen, he looked up at her with those big, yearning eyes.
“You okay, H?” she asked softly, running her fingers through his curls.
He looked down, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt, nodding slightly.
“Jus’… want you,” he murmured, his voice thick and breathless. “Want to be close.”
She smiled, letting her fingers slide behind his ear. “You’ve been following me around like a puppy, you know.”
His breath hitched, his face flushing a deep red. She could see how much he liked it.
“Hmm, somebody likes being called a puppy, huh?” she teased, tilting his chin up.
He froze for a moment, throat moving as he swallowed, eyes flicking between her lips and eyes, before softly whispering, “Yes.”
Her heart flipped, a smile spreading across her face as she looked at her shy, adorable boy.
“C’mere, puppy,” she murmured, pulling him closer. He eagerly crawled into her lap, pressing against her, tugging at her shirt and nuzzling his face into her neck.
Would Angel Harry ever get subby? Or even be interested in being called puppy?
Ooh definitely!!!
There could be a moment when he comes home, exhausted from classes, just craving her attention. He would trail after her around the apartment, needy, clinging to her at every chance. Nudging his face into her neck, tugging at her shirt whenever she wandered too far.
Y/N noticed it when they were curled up on the couch, watching a movie. His head rested on her shoulder, his curls brushing against her skin. But even that wasn’t enough he kept inching closer, wrapping his arms around her torso. When Y/N got too focused on the screen, he looked up at her with those big, yearning eyes.
“You okay, H?” she asked softly, running her fingers through his curls.
He looked down, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt, nodding slightly.
“Jus’… want you,” he murmured, his voice thick and breathless. “Want to be close.”
She smiled, letting her fingers slide behind his ear. “You’ve been following me around like a puppy, you know.”
His breath hitched, his face flushing a deep red. She could see how much he liked it.
“Hmm, somebody likes being called a puppy, huh?” she teased, tilting his chin up.
He froze for a moment, throat moving as he swallowed, eyes flicking between her lips and eyes, before softly whispering, “Yes.”
Her heart flipped, a smile spreading across her face as she looked at her shy, adorable boy.
“C’mere, puppy,” she murmured, pulling him closer. He eagerly crawled into her lap, pressing against her, tugging at her shirt and nuzzling his face into her neck.
Harry and Y/N were at a charity gala hosted by one of Harry’s biggest investors in London. Being the millionaire he was, Harry often got invited to events like these, but they rarely attended. They preferred to stay away from the spotlight, especially Y/N.
Harry looked every bit the part tonight, dressed in a sharp black suit, tattoos hidden beneath his sleeves, his curls sitting deliciously on top of his head. He looked devastatingly handsome.
And Y/N? To Harry, she was breathtaking.
She wore a dark maroon gown that hugged her perfectly, a slit running up one side. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face, and that dark red lipstick had him drooling long before they even left the house.
He still couldn’t wrap his head around how he got her. To him, she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet, and he wanted her all to himself. He’d nearly canceled the plans earlier that evening; she looked too good, and the thought of anyone else’s eyes on her didn’t sit right with him.
He was right, of course. The moment they entered the hall, heads turned. Every eye seemed to follow Y/N, and Harry wore a proud smirk that made it clear she was his. The massive rock on her finger didn’t leave much room for doubt.
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Nearly two hours into the event, the night was in full swing. They’d both had a couple of drinks. Y/N wasn’t much of a drinker, but the wine was smooth, and she’d allowed herself two glasses. She was catching up with friends, laughter on her lips, while Harry stood across the room, deep in conversation with his business associates.
Even then, his gaze never strayed far from her. He kept her in his periphery, always aware. She was his wife — his responsibility, his heart and he made sure she was safe, always.
Meanwhile, Y/N was lost in laughter, chatting with her small circle of girlfriends. It felt nice — a rare evening where she could relax without worrying about headlines or the constant hum of public attention.
“You and Harry should definitely come over for dinner sometime,” Mary said, smiling. She was one of Y/N’s closest friends from work, practically a sister, swirling her glass with a grin. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a proper catch-up.”
“Oh, definitely. I’ll have to check his schedule; he’s been drowning in work lately,” Y/N laughed softly, rolling her eyes with fond exasperation.
Her gaze drifted around the hall, the voices of her friends becoming a buzz in the background as she searched for the man currently being spoken about — and there he was, standing effortlessly handsome in the crowd, deep in conversation, one hand casually in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He looked unfairly good under the golden lights, and for a moment, she forgot what she was saying.
And just then, as she turned slightly back toward her group, a low voice interrupted.
“You look breathtaking tonight.”
The voice came from beside her, the same man she’d caught glancing her way a few times throughout the evening. His tone was polite at first, but his eyes lingered a little too boldly, tracing over her face.
Y/N offered a polite smile, keeping her composure. “Thank you,” she said softly not encouraging, just enough to be polite. She hoped he’d get the hint and walk away.
But he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned a bit closer, resting his arm casually on the bar counter like he had no intention of leaving. Y/N instinctively stepped back, putting distance between them. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, flashing her wedding ring, which gleamed under the light.
“My husband picked the dress,” she said with a soft chuckle. “He’s around here somewhere.”
At that exact moment, her eyes met Harry’s across the room. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing when he saw the man standing too close. Y/N’s polite smile couldn’t hide the discomfort in her body language, and that was enough for him.
He excused himself from the group and strode across the room, a possessive and powerful glint in his eyes.
“The husband you mentioned?” he said, glancing at his wife, his voice low but firm. “That would be me.”
He slid an arm around her waist in a possessive, claiming manner. The man’s face went pale the instant he recognized Harry — his boss.
“I—I didn’t realize, I’m so sorry,” he stammered, clearing his throat and stepping back in embarrassment. He shooed away like a mouse.
Y/N couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips. The wine was definitely making her feel funny. Harry’s protectiveness always did something to her. That look in his eyes dark, possessive was intoxicating and arousing.
She tilted her head up at him, fingers brushing over his jaw, teasing softly. “You didn’t have to scare him like that,” she muttered, eyes raking over his face.
Harry’s voice dropped low, eyes still trained on the man retreating. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at my wife.”
And Y/N melted like putty in his hands. Something about him calling her his wife while being possessive and jealous made her feel things. Or maybe it was one too many glasses of wine. Either way, she couldn’t help the heat pooling low in her stomach.
Her body ached for his touch. Her pussy clenched around nothing, nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress, her skin flushed with need. She wanted to leave, wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere close to him.
She hadn’t even realized she was sweating until Harry’s fingers brushed her neck, wiping away a bead of sweat. “What’s the matter, baby? Feeling hot?” His voice was casual, but his dark eyes were anything but.
Y/N fanned her face, trying to play it cool. “I… I don’t feel so good. Do you think we can leave?”
“You sure, baby?” Harry murmured, leaning in to press soft, teasing kisses along the side of her lips. His minty-cool breath mixed with whiskey, making her stomach twist with want. He smirked knowingly; he could tell exactly what she was thinking. He knew his wife better than anyone.
Y/N nodded. Eager, desperate. If they didn’t leave immediately, she was certain she would drag him straight to the nearest washroom.
They quickly said their goodbyes, promising friends and colleagues they’d meet again soon, and made their way to the car.
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The ride home was slow torture. Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, heart hammering, while Harry’s ring-clad hand stroked his jaw absentmindedly, the other resting casually on the steering wheel. Every time she glanced at him, he caught her eyes and smirked.
The moment the car pulled into their driveway, Y/N’s body tensed. Every nerve ending felt alive, and the anticipation buzzing between them was almost unbearable.
Even though they’d been married for almost two years, the tension between them was electric and consuming.
Y/N loved the rush — the buzz that coursed through her veins as if everything between them was brand new.
It’s always like this with Harry, she thought, and she loved it.
He had this mysterious way of keeping the spark alive, of making her feel like the most important girl in the world with just a look, a touch, a whisper. And for that, she adored her husband more than words could ever capture.
Harry didn’t rush. He parked slowly, hands on the wheel, but his eyes never left hers. That knowing smirk was still there, curling at the edges of his lips, daring her to make the first move — or maybe just watching her squirm in delicious restraint.
He opened her door for her, his eyes drinking her in as she slid out. The moment she was at his side, he didn’t just take her hand, he pulled her close, pressing her body against his.
“Looks like someone’s been thinking about me all evening.”
She swallowed hard, heat pooling low in her stomach. “Maybe I have,” she whispered, her face close to his, lips almost touching.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Y/N shivered, biting her lip.
“You know exactly what you do to me,” she breathed, hands tangling in his curls, pulling him closer.
Harry’s grin deepened. “I think you like it,” he murmured, his hand sliding lower to rest at the curve of her hip. Then, with a smooth lift, he scooped her into his arms bridal-style, letting his hips close the car door with a soft click.
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The moment they entered the bedroom, he gently set her down on the bed with a soft thud. Y/N gasped lightly, a shiver running through her.
“Strip.”
One word, and she was moving, sitting up and slipping out of her dress. She reached for her heels, but he stopped her with a quiet tsk and a commanding tone.
“Leave them on.”
In nothing but black lace lingerie and her heels, she looked absolutely divine. Harry’s eyes raked over her, darkening with lust, his hand brushing over his jaw as he drank in every inch of her skin.
The way she was just sitting there, staring up at him with big doe eyes, lips pink and plump from continuously biting them he wished he could stay there all night, just staring at his beauty, but he had other plans in mind.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder.
Y/N was instantly on her feet, her height elevated by a few inches yet still not enough to meet his gaze directly.
“Unbuckle my belt, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice low.
And that’s all she needed. Her knees met the cold, unyielding floor as she worked to unbuckle him. Her fingers fumbled with the belt, finally managing to unzip him. His hardness was evident through his grey boxers, his length pulsing against her delicate hands as she pulled him out. A throb began to echo between her own legs, her body responding to his need.
Harry drew in a sharp breath, the sensation of his cock in her soft hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was hard as a rock. It was a struggle to maintain control around his beautiful wife — her touch alone threatening to undo him.
Y/N knew exactly what he wanted. She began with a long, languid lick from the base to the tip, as if savoring a sweet treat. Then, she planted tiny, feather-light kisses on the sensitive tip, tasting his pre-cum in return. A tease that drove him wild. He loved when she was sweet like this. She took his tip into her mouth, sucking gently before taking his entire length.
“Fuck—” he breathed out, his fingers gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it firmly. “Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” he asked, his breath ragged.
Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes closed in submission, hands gripping his thighs.
Harry began to guide her head, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that sent him to the brink of ecstasy. The wet, warm sensation of her mouth was heavenly. He checked on her every few seconds, ensuring she was breathing comfortably, his voice a husky whisper, “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Y/N moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. The pull of her hair, the control he exerted over her movements, had her clenching her pussy — she was dripping with need. But she didn’t stop, her saliva drooling from the side of her lips, mixing with the smudged lipstick at the base of his cock, making the sight even more messy and erotic.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm.
Y/N looked up, her eyes glossy with tears, mouth full, still bobbing her head. Harry’s own hair was matted, glistening with sweat as he looked down, wiping a trail of saliva from her lips.
“So pretty,” he murmured before pulling her head back. He needed to be inside her before he came down her throat. Her mouth was sinful.
He bent down, capturing her lips in a messy, wet kiss, lifting her up in the process. They both groaned into each other’s mouths, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue. Her chin was still wet with drool; he licked it with his tongue, like his favorite meal.
He then picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, her pussy wet and her body trembling with anticipation.
“Please, Harry,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea as he quickly undressed and joined her on the bed.
“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, positioning himself between her parted legs. He lifted one leg, placing it on his shoulder, and began planting soft kisses from her ankle upward. Goosebumps rose on her skin, her body responding to his touch.
He seemed lost in his own world, eyes closed, inhaling her scent as he trailed kisses up her leg to her inner thigh, making Y/N squirm in response, unable to form a sentence.
“Somebody’s so wet for me, huh?” he said, his fingers rubbing against her damp panties. “Tsk tsk, drenched,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he moved her panties aside, letting the cool air brush against her heated center. He groaned at the sight of her glistening pussy, her clit begging to be touched, juices covering her cunt, making it look wet and even prettier.
“That motherfucker must be wishing it was him here instead of me,” he muttered, his jaw clenching as his thumb worked her clit in tight circles.
“Oh my god, Har—” Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering open in confusion, trying to comprehend what he meant while holding back her moans.
“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice laced with jealousy, his thumb moving faster. “I wanna hear you say it,” he demanded before he latched his mouth onto her pussy.
“A-ah,” Y/N screamed as she felt his tongue make contact with her bud.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, Harry,” she said, her voice shaky as her world spun. Her forehead was damp with sweat, her legs wrapped tightly around his head as he worked his tongue expertly.
Hearing her words unleashed something primal within him. He played with her clit for some time, sucking it into his mouth, making her scream, before dragging his tongue up and down her slit. Y/N grabbed handfuls of his curly hair. She was close — the tension in her belly ready to snap at any moment.
Harry slipped two fingers inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. He knew her body so well — every place that made her gasp, every spot that made her tremble. He knew exactly where to touch, how hard and how slow. Her body always told him what it wanted.
“I’m close, Harry,” she whispered, her moans filling the room.
While he continued to work his fingers, he murmured, “Cum — cum on my tongue. I wanna taste you.”
And that was all it took. The tension snapped, and she came with a loud cry, tugging at his hair as he lapped up every bit of her release.
Y/N was catching her breath when he reached up and molded their lips together, making her taste herself on his tongue.
“My gorgeous lady,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to her forehead, making her smile.
Y/N loved this thing about Harry — even though he loved to be the dominant one in the bedroom, he always showed his softer side to her, always making sure she was okay, always giving random compliments that made her blush like a teenager.
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Harry pulling down her bra, cool air hitting her nipples and making them hard.
One moment he was smiling at her with soft eyes, and the next, hunger laced his expression as he looked down at her breasts.
He stuck his tongue out and licked one of her nipples before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently, his other hand squeezing and playing with her other boob.
“A-ah,” Y/N moaned, closing her eyes and grabbing his hair.
Harry switched between both boobs. Sucking, licking, and squeezing before trailing kisses down her soft tummy. He loved kissing every inch of her body, devouring her and taking his time with it.
“I wanna fuck my wife now,” he whispered with a kiss. “Can I?” he asked, and Y/N nodded eagerly. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted to feel him inside her.
“Y-yes, yes please,” she breathed.
Harry angled his cock with his hand before dragging it up and down her slit, soaking it with her juices, and slowly thrusting it into her warm cunt. Both gasped at the feeling. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt new always felt so good.
“Please move,” Y/N moaned when he finally thrust his entire length into her. He slowly pulled out before slamming his cock back in. He reached down to rub her clit in tight circles with his thumb, increasing her pleasure and making her moan loudly.
She was scratching at his back while biting his shoulder, trying to hold back her noises.
Harry loved the pain when she scratched his back or left little hickeys on his neck and shoulders.
He increased his speed once she had adjusted to him before smashing their lips together.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I love you too,” she breathed out, her eyes closed in pleasure, her arms around his neck as he kept fucking her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he whispered, dropping his face into her neck, his voice muffled.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he breathed out.
“I know you’re close cum with me, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing her clit in fast motions, his thrusts turning sloppy as he reached his own climax.
Her orgasm rippled through her body as she wrapped her hands around him, holding him close, both of them riding out their highs.
It must’ve been a few minutes, maybe hours Y/N didn’t know. Her eyes fluttered shut as his body relaxed onto hers, his cock still inside her, snug and warm.
After a few minutes, Harry gently woke her up before pulling out and cleaning her with a wet cloth.
He carefully unclasped her heels and pressed feather-light kisses to her ankle, making a mental note to massage her feet tomorrow. He set her shoes aside before slipping into bed beside her.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered, pulling her closer.
“I love you too,” Y/N mumbled in her sleep, instinctively curling into him. He couldn’t help but smile at his adorable wife.
Harry and Y/N were at a charity gala hosted by one of Harry’s biggest investors in London. Being the millionaire he was, Harry often got invited to events like these, but they rarely attended. They preferred to stay away from the spotlight, especially Y/N.
Harry looked every bit the part tonight, dressed in a sharp black suit, tattoos hidden beneath his sleeves, his curls sitting deliciously on top of his head. He looked devastatingly handsome.
And Y/N? To Harry, she was breathtaking.
She wore a dark maroon gown that hugged her perfectly, a slit running up one side. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face, and that dark red lipstick had him drooling long before they even left the house.
He still couldn’t wrap his head around how he got her. To him, she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet, and he wanted her all to himself. He’d nearly canceled the plans earlier that evening; she looked too good, and the thought of anyone else’s eyes on her didn’t sit right with him.
He was right, of course. The moment they entered the hall, heads turned. Every eye seemed to follow Y/N, and Harry wore a proud smirk that made it clear she was his. The massive rock on her finger didn’t leave much room for doubt.
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Nearly two hours into the event, the night was in full swing. They’d both had a couple of drinks. Y/N wasn’t much of a drinker, but the wine was smooth, and she’d allowed herself two glasses. She was catching up with friends, laughter on her lips, while Harry stood across the room, deep in conversation with his business associates.
Even then, his gaze never strayed far from her. He kept her in his periphery, always aware. She was his wife — his responsibility, his heart and he made sure she was safe, always.
Meanwhile, Y/N was lost in laughter, chatting with her small circle of girlfriends. It felt nice — a rare evening where she could relax without worrying about headlines or the constant hum of public attention.
“You and Harry should definitely come over for dinner sometime,” Mary said, smiling. She was one of Y/N’s closest friends from work, practically a sister, swirling her glass with a grin. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a proper catch-up.”
“Oh, definitely. I’ll have to check his schedule; he’s been drowning in work lately,” Y/N laughed softly, rolling her eyes with fond exasperation.
Her gaze drifted around the hall, the voices of her friends becoming a buzz in the background as she searched for the man currently being spoken about — and there he was, standing effortlessly handsome in the crowd, deep in conversation, one hand casually in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He looked unfairly good under the golden lights, and for a moment, she forgot what she was saying.
And just then, as she turned slightly back toward her group, a low voice interrupted.
“You look breathtaking tonight.”
The voice came from beside her, the same man she’d caught glancing her way a few times throughout the evening. His tone was polite at first, but his eyes lingered a little too boldly, tracing over her face.
Y/N offered a polite smile, keeping her composure. “Thank you,” she said softly not encouraging, just enough to be polite. She hoped he’d get the hint and walk away.
But he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned a bit closer, resting his arm casually on the bar counter like he had no intention of leaving. Y/N instinctively stepped back, putting distance between them. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, flashing her wedding ring, which gleamed under the light.
“My husband picked the dress,” she said with a soft chuckle. “He’s around here somewhere.”
At that exact moment, her eyes met Harry’s across the room. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing when he saw the man standing too close. Y/N’s polite smile couldn’t hide the discomfort in her body language, and that was enough for him.
He excused himself from the group and strode across the room, a possessive and powerful glint in his eyes.
“The husband you mentioned?” he said, glancing at his wife, his voice low but firm. “That would be me.”
He slid an arm around her waist in a possessive, claiming manner. The man’s face went pale the instant he recognized Harry — his boss.
“I—I didn’t realize, I’m so sorry,” he stammered, clearing his throat and stepping back in embarrassment. He shooed away like a mouse.
Y/N couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips. The wine was definitely making her feel funny. Harry’s protectiveness always did something to her. That look in his eyes dark, possessive was intoxicating and arousing.
She tilted her head up at him, fingers brushing over his jaw, teasing softly. “You didn’t have to scare him like that,” she muttered, eyes raking over his face.
Harry’s voice dropped low, eyes still trained on the man retreating. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at my wife.”
And Y/N melted like putty in his hands. Something about him calling her his wife while being possessive and jealous made her feel things. Or maybe it was one too many glasses of wine. Either way, she couldn’t help the heat pooling low in her stomach.
Her body ached for his touch. Her pussy clenched around nothing, nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress, her skin flushed with need. She wanted to leave, wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere close to him.
She hadn’t even realized she was sweating until Harry’s fingers brushed her neck, wiping away a bead of sweat. “What’s the matter, baby? Feeling hot?” His voice was casual, but his dark eyes were anything but.
Y/N fanned her face, trying to play it cool. “I… I don’t feel so good. Do you think we can leave?”
“You sure, baby?” Harry murmured, leaning in to press soft, teasing kisses along the side of her lips. His minty-cool breath mixed with whiskey, making her stomach twist with want. He smirked knowingly; he could tell exactly what she was thinking. He knew his wife better than anyone.
Y/N nodded. Eager, desperate. If they didn’t leave immediately, she was certain she would drag him straight to the nearest washroom.
They quickly said their goodbyes, promising friends and colleagues they’d meet again soon, and made their way to the car.
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The ride home was slow torture. Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, heart hammering, while Harry’s ring-clad hand stroked his jaw absentmindedly, the other resting casually on the steering wheel. Every time she glanced at him, he caught her eyes and smirked.
The moment the car pulled into their driveway, Y/N’s body tensed. Every nerve ending felt alive, and the anticipation buzzing between them was almost unbearable.
Even though they’d been married for almost two years, the tension between them was electric and consuming.
Y/N loved the rush — the buzz that coursed through her veins as if everything between them was brand new.
It’s always like this with Harry, she thought, and she loved it.
He had this mysterious way of keeping the spark alive, of making her feel like the most important girl in the world with just a look, a touch, a whisper. And for that, she adored her husband more than words could ever capture.
Harry didn’t rush. He parked slowly, hands on the wheel, but his eyes never left hers. That knowing smirk was still there, curling at the edges of his lips, daring her to make the first move — or maybe just watching her squirm in delicious restraint.
He opened her door for her, his eyes drinking her in as she slid out. The moment she was at his side, he didn’t just take her hand, he pulled her close, pressing her body against his.
“Looks like someone’s been thinking about me all evening.”
She swallowed hard, heat pooling low in her stomach. “Maybe I have,” she whispered, her face close to his, lips almost touching.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Y/N shivered, biting her lip.
“You know exactly what you do to me,” she breathed, hands tangling in his curls, pulling him closer.
Harry’s grin deepened. “I think you like it,” he murmured, his hand sliding lower to rest at the curve of her hip. Then, with a smooth lift, he scooped her into his arms bridal-style, letting his hips close the car door with a soft click.
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The moment they entered the bedroom, he gently set her down on the bed with a soft thud. Y/N gasped lightly, a shiver running through her.
“Strip.”
One word, and she was moving, sitting up and slipping out of her dress. She reached for her heels, but he stopped her with a quiet tsk and a commanding tone.
“Leave them on.”
In nothing but black lace lingerie and her heels, she looked absolutely divine. Harry’s eyes raked over her, darkening with lust, his hand brushing over his jaw as he drank in every inch of her skin.
The way she was just sitting there, staring up at him with big doe eyes, lips pink and plump from continuously biting them he wished he could stay there all night, just staring at his beauty, but he had other plans in mind.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder.
Y/N was instantly on her feet, her height elevated by a few inches yet still not enough to meet his gaze directly.
“Unbuckle my belt, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice low.
And that’s all she needed. Her knees met the cold, unyielding floor as she worked to unbuckle him. Her fingers fumbled with the belt, finally managing to unzip him. His hardness was evident through his grey boxers, his length pulsing against her delicate hands as she pulled him out. A throb began to echo between her own legs, her body responding to his need.
Harry drew in a sharp breath, the sensation of his cock in her soft hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was hard as a rock. It was a struggle to maintain control around his beautiful wife — her touch alone threatening to undo him.
Y/N knew exactly what he wanted. She began with a long, languid lick from the base to the tip, as if savoring a sweet treat. Then, she planted tiny, feather-light kisses on the sensitive tip, tasting his pre-cum in return. A tease that drove him wild. He loved when she was sweet like this. She took his tip into her mouth, sucking gently before taking his entire length.
“Fuck—” he breathed out, his fingers gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it firmly. “Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” he asked, his breath ragged.
Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes closed in submission, hands gripping his thighs.
Harry began to guide her head, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that sent him to the brink of ecstasy. The wet, warm sensation of her mouth was heavenly. He checked on her every few seconds, ensuring she was breathing comfortably, his voice a husky whisper, “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Y/N moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. The pull of her hair, the control he exerted over her movements, had her clenching her pussy — she was dripping with need. But she didn’t stop, her saliva drooling from the side of her lips, mixing with the smudged lipstick at the base of his cock, making the sight even more messy and erotic.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm.
Y/N looked up, her eyes glossy with tears, mouth full, still bobbing her head. Harry’s own hair was matted, glistening with sweat as he looked down, wiping a trail of saliva from her lips.
“So pretty,” he murmured before pulling her head back. He needed to be inside her before he came down her throat. Her mouth was sinful.
He bent down, capturing her lips in a messy, wet kiss, lifting her up in the process. They both groaned into each other’s mouths, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue. Her chin was still wet with drool; he licked it with his tongue, like his favorite meal.
He then picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, her pussy wet and her body trembling with anticipation.
“Please, Harry,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea as he quickly undressed and joined her on the bed.
“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, positioning himself between her parted legs. He lifted one leg, placing it on his shoulder, and began planting soft kisses from her ankle upward. Goosebumps rose on her skin, her body responding to his touch.
He seemed lost in his own world, eyes closed, inhaling her scent as he trailed kisses up her leg to her inner thigh, making Y/N squirm in response, unable to form a sentence.
“Somebody’s so wet for me, huh?” he said, his fingers rubbing against her damp panties. “Tsk tsk, drenched,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he moved her panties aside, letting the cool air brush against her heated center. He groaned at the sight of her glistening pussy, her clit begging to be touched, juices covering her cunt, making it look wet and even prettier.
“That motherfucker must be wishing it was him here instead of me,” he muttered, his jaw clenching as his thumb worked her clit in tight circles.
“Oh my god, Har—” Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering open in confusion, trying to comprehend what he meant while holding back her moans.
“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice laced with jealousy, his thumb moving faster. “I wanna hear you say it,” he demanded before he latched his mouth onto her pussy.
“A-ah,” Y/N screamed as she felt his tongue make contact with her bud.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, Harry,” she said, her voice shaky as her world spun. Her forehead was damp with sweat, her legs wrapped tightly around his head as he worked his tongue expertly.
Hearing her words unleashed something primal within him. He played with her clit for some time, sucking it into his mouth, making her scream, before dragging his tongue up and down her slit. Y/N grabbed handfuls of his curly hair. She was close — the tension in her belly ready to snap at any moment.
Harry slipped two fingers inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. He knew her body so well — every place that made her gasp, every spot that made her tremble. He knew exactly where to touch, how hard and how slow. Her body always told him what it wanted.
“I’m close, Harry,” she whispered, her moans filling the room.
While he continued to work his fingers, he murmured, “Cum — cum on my tongue. I wanna taste you.”
And that was all it took. The tension snapped, and she came with a loud cry, tugging at his hair as he lapped up every bit of her release.
Y/N was catching her breath when he reached up and molded their lips together, making her taste herself on his tongue.
“My gorgeous lady,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to her forehead, making her smile.
Y/N loved this thing about Harry — even though he loved to be the dominant one in the bedroom, he always showed his softer side to her, always making sure she was okay, always giving random compliments that made her blush like a teenager.
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Harry pulling down her bra, cool air hitting her nipples and making them hard.
One moment he was smiling at her with soft eyes, and the next, hunger laced his expression as he looked down at her breasts.
He stuck his tongue out and licked one of her nipples before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently, his other hand squeezing and playing with her other boob.
“A-ah,” Y/N moaned, closing her eyes and grabbing his hair.
Harry switched between both boobs. Sucking, licking, and squeezing before trailing kisses down her soft tummy. He loved kissing every inch of her body, devouring her and taking his time with it.
“I wanna fuck my wife now,” he whispered with a kiss. “Can I?” he asked, and Y/N nodded eagerly. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted to feel him inside her.
“Y-yes, yes please,” she breathed.
Harry angled his cock with his hand before dragging it up and down her slit, soaking it with her juices, and slowly thrusting it into her warm cunt. Both gasped at the feeling. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt new always felt so good.
“Please move,” Y/N moaned when he finally thrust his entire length into her. He slowly pulled out before slamming his cock back in. He reached down to rub her clit in tight circles with his thumb, increasing her pleasure and making her moan loudly.
She was scratching at his back while biting his shoulder, trying to hold back her noises.
Harry loved the pain when she scratched his back or left little hickeys on his neck and shoulders.
He increased his speed once she had adjusted to him before smashing their lips together.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I love you too,” she breathed out, her eyes closed in pleasure, her arms around his neck as he kept fucking her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he whispered, dropping his face into her neck, his voice muffled.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he breathed out.
“I know you’re close cum with me, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing her clit in fast motions, his thrusts turning sloppy as he reached his own climax.
Her orgasm rippled through her body as she wrapped her hands around him, holding him close, both of them riding out their highs.
It must’ve been a few minutes, maybe hours Y/N didn’t know. Her eyes fluttered shut as his body relaxed onto hers, his cock still inside her, snug and warm.
After a few minutes, Harry gently woke her up before pulling out and cleaning her with a wet cloth.
He carefully unclasped her heels and pressed feather-light kisses to her ankle, making a mental note to massage her feet tomorrow. He set her shoes aside before slipping into bed beside her.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered, pulling her closer.
“I love you too,” Y/N mumbled in her sleep, instinctively curling into him. He couldn’t help but smile at his adorable wife.
Harry and Y/N were at a charity gala hosted by one of Harry’s biggest investors in London. Being the millionaire he was, Harry often got invited to events like these, but they rarely attended. They preferred to stay away from the spotlight, especially Y/N.
Harry looked every bit the part tonight, dressed in a sharp black suit, tattoos hidden beneath his sleeves, his curls sitting deliciously on top of his head. He looked devastatingly handsome.
And Y/N? To Harry, she was breathtaking.
She wore a dark maroon gown that hugged her perfectly, a slit running up one side. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face, and that dark red lipstick had him drooling long before they even left the house.
He still couldn’t wrap his head around how he got her. To him, she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet, and he wanted her all to himself. He’d nearly canceled the plans earlier that evening; she looked too good, and the thought of anyone else’s eyes on her didn’t sit right with him.
He was right, of course. The moment they entered the hall, heads turned. Every eye seemed to follow Y/N, and Harry wore a proud smirk that made it clear she was his. The massive rock on her finger didn’t leave much room for doubt.
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Nearly two hours into the event, the night was in full swing. They’d both had a couple of drinks. Y/N wasn’t much of a drinker, but the wine was smooth, and she’d allowed herself two glasses. She was catching up with friends, laughter on her lips, while Harry stood across the room, deep in conversation with his business associates.
Even then, his gaze never strayed far from her. He kept her in his periphery, always aware. She was his wife — his responsibility, his heart and he made sure she was safe, always.
Meanwhile, Y/N was lost in laughter, chatting with her small circle of girlfriends. It felt nice — a rare evening where she could relax without worrying about headlines or the constant hum of public attention.
“You and Harry should definitely come over for dinner sometime,” Mary said, smiling. She was one of Y/N’s closest friends from work, practically a sister, swirling her glass with a grin. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a proper catch-up.”
“Oh, definitely. I’ll have to check his schedule; he’s been drowning in work lately,” Y/N laughed softly, rolling her eyes with fond exasperation.
Her gaze drifted around the hall, the voices of her friends becoming a buzz in the background as she searched for the man currently being spoken about — and there he was, standing effortlessly handsome in the crowd, deep in conversation, one hand casually in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He looked unfairly good under the golden lights, and for a moment, she forgot what she was saying.
And just then, as she turned slightly back toward her group, a low voice interrupted.
“You look breathtaking tonight.”
The voice came from beside her, the same man she’d caught glancing her way a few times throughout the evening. His tone was polite at first, but his eyes lingered a little too boldly, tracing over her face.
Y/N offered a polite smile, keeping her composure. “Thank you,” she said softly not encouraging, just enough to be polite. She hoped he’d get the hint and walk away.
But he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned a bit closer, resting his arm casually on the bar counter like he had no intention of leaving. Y/N instinctively stepped back, putting distance between them. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, flashing her wedding ring, which gleamed under the light.
“My husband picked the dress,” she said with a soft chuckle. “He’s around here somewhere.”
At that exact moment, her eyes met Harry’s across the room. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing when he saw the man standing too close. Y/N’s polite smile couldn’t hide the discomfort in her body language, and that was enough for him.
He excused himself from the group and strode across the room, a possessive and powerful glint in his eyes.
“The husband you mentioned?” he said, glancing at his wife, his voice low but firm. “That would be me.”
He slid an arm around her waist in a possessive, claiming manner. The man’s face went pale the instant he recognized Harry — his boss.
“I—I didn’t realize, I’m so sorry,” he stammered, clearing his throat and stepping back in embarrassment. He shooed away like a mouse.
Y/N couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips. The wine was definitely making her feel funny. Harry’s protectiveness always did something to her. That look in his eyes dark, possessive was intoxicating and arousing.
She tilted her head up at him, fingers brushing over his jaw, teasing softly. “You didn’t have to scare him like that,” she muttered, eyes raking over his face.
Harry’s voice dropped low, eyes still trained on the man retreating. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at my wife.”
And Y/N melted like putty in his hands. Something about him calling her his wife while being possessive and jealous made her feel things. Or maybe it was one too many glasses of wine. Either way, she couldn’t help the heat pooling low in her stomach.
Her body ached for his touch. Her pussy clenched around nothing, nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress, her skin flushed with need. She wanted to leave, wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere close to him.
She hadn’t even realized she was sweating until Harry’s fingers brushed her neck, wiping away a bead of sweat. “What’s the matter, baby? Feeling hot?” His voice was casual, but his dark eyes were anything but.
Y/N fanned her face, trying to play it cool. “I… I don’t feel so good. Do you think we can leave?”
“You sure, baby?” Harry murmured, leaning in to press soft, teasing kisses along the side of her lips. His minty-cool breath mixed with whiskey, making her stomach twist with want. He smirked knowingly; he could tell exactly what she was thinking. He knew his wife better than anyone.
Y/N nodded. Eager, desperate. If they didn’t leave immediately, she was certain she would drag him straight to the nearest washroom.
They quickly said their goodbyes, promising friends and colleagues they’d meet again soon, and made their way to the car.
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The ride home was slow torture. Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, heart hammering, while Harry’s ring-clad hand stroked his jaw absentmindedly, the other resting casually on the steering wheel. Every time she glanced at him, he caught her eyes and smirked.
The moment the car pulled into their driveway, Y/N’s body tensed. Every nerve ending felt alive, and the anticipation buzzing between them was almost unbearable.
Even though they’d been married for almost two years, the tension between them was electric and consuming.
Y/N loved the rush — the buzz that coursed through her veins as if everything between them was brand new.
It’s always like this with Harry, she thought, and she loved it.
He had this mysterious way of keeping the spark alive, of making her feel like the most important girl in the world with just a look, a touch, a whisper. And for that, she adored her husband more than words could ever capture.
Harry didn’t rush. He parked slowly, hands on the wheel, but his eyes never left hers. That knowing smirk was still there, curling at the edges of his lips, daring her to make the first move — or maybe just watching her squirm in delicious restraint.
He opened her door for her, his eyes drinking her in as she slid out. The moment she was at his side, he didn’t just take her hand, he pulled her close, pressing her body against his.
“Looks like someone’s been thinking about me all evening.”
She swallowed hard, heat pooling low in her stomach. “Maybe I have,” she whispered, her face close to his, lips almost touching.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Y/N shivered, biting her lip.
“You know exactly what you do to me,” she breathed, hands tangling in his curls, pulling him closer.
Harry’s grin deepened. “I think you like it,” he murmured, his hand sliding lower to rest at the curve of her hip. Then, with a smooth lift, he scooped her into his arms bridal-style, letting his hips close the car door with a soft click.
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The moment they entered the bedroom, he gently set her down on the bed with a soft thud. Y/N gasped lightly, a shiver running through her.
“Strip.”
One word, and she was moving, sitting up and slipping out of her dress. She reached for her heels, but he stopped her with a quiet tsk and a commanding tone.
“Leave them on.”
In nothing but black lace lingerie and her heels, she looked absolutely divine. Harry’s eyes raked over her, darkening with lust, his hand brushing over his jaw as he drank in every inch of her skin.
The way she was just sitting there, staring up at him with big doe eyes, lips pink and plump from continuously biting them he wished he could stay there all night, just staring at his beauty, but he had other plans in mind.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder.
Y/N was instantly on her feet, her height elevated by a few inches yet still not enough to meet his gaze directly.
“Unbuckle my belt, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice low.
And that’s all she needed. Her knees met the cold, unyielding floor as she worked to unbuckle him. Her fingers fumbled with the belt, finally managing to unzip him. His hardness was evident through his grey boxers, his length pulsing against her delicate hands as she pulled him out. A throb began to echo between her own legs, her body responding to his need.
Harry drew in a sharp breath, the sensation of his cock in her soft hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was hard as a rock. It was a struggle to maintain control around his beautiful wife — her touch alone threatening to undo him.
Y/N knew exactly what he wanted. She began with a long, languid lick from the base to the tip, as if savoring a sweet treat. Then, she planted tiny, feather-light kisses on the sensitive tip, tasting his pre-cum in return. A tease that drove him wild. He loved when she was sweet like this. She took his tip into her mouth, sucking gently before taking his entire length.
“Fuck—” he breathed out, his fingers gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it firmly. “Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” he asked, his breath ragged.
Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes closed in submission, hands gripping his thighs.
Harry began to guide her head, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that sent him to the brink of ecstasy. The wet, warm sensation of her mouth was heavenly. He checked on her every few seconds, ensuring she was breathing comfortably, his voice a husky whisper, “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Y/N moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. The pull of her hair, the control he exerted over her movements, had her clenching her pussy — she was dripping with need. But she didn’t stop, her saliva drooling from the side of her lips, mixing with the smudged lipstick at the base of his cock, making the sight even more messy and erotic.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm.
Y/N looked up, her eyes glossy with tears, mouth full, still bobbing her head. Harry’s own hair was matted, glistening with sweat as he looked down, wiping a trail of saliva from her lips.
“So pretty,” he murmured before pulling her head back. He needed to be inside her before he came down her throat. Her mouth was sinful.
He bent down, capturing her lips in a messy, wet kiss, lifting her up in the process. They both groaned into each other’s mouths, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue. Her chin was still wet with drool; he licked it with his tongue, like his favorite meal.
He then picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, her pussy wet and her body trembling with anticipation.
“Please, Harry,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea as he quickly undressed and joined her on the bed.
“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, positioning himself between her parted legs. He lifted one leg, placing it on his shoulder, and began planting soft kisses from her ankle upward. Goosebumps rose on her skin, her body responding to his touch.
He seemed lost in his own world, eyes closed, inhaling her scent as he trailed kisses up her leg to her inner thigh, making Y/N squirm in response, unable to form a sentence.
“Somebody’s so wet for me, huh?” he said, his fingers rubbing against her damp panties. “Tsk tsk, drenched,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he moved her panties aside, letting the cool air brush against her heated center. He groaned at the sight of her glistening pussy, her clit begging to be touched, juices covering her cunt, making it look wet and even prettier.
“That motherfucker must be wishing it was him here instead of me,” he muttered, his jaw clenching as his thumb worked her clit in tight circles.
“Oh my god, Har—” Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering open in confusion, trying to comprehend what he meant while holding back her moans.
“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice laced with jealousy, his thumb moving faster. “I wanna hear you say it,” he demanded before he latched his mouth onto her pussy.
“A-ah,” Y/N screamed as she felt his tongue make contact with her bud.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, Harry,” she said, her voice shaky as her world spun. Her forehead was damp with sweat, her legs wrapped tightly around his head as he worked his tongue expertly.
Hearing her words unleashed something primal within him. He played with her clit for some time, sucking it into his mouth, making her scream, before dragging his tongue up and down her slit. Y/N grabbed handfuls of his curly hair. She was close — the tension in her belly ready to snap at any moment.
Harry slipped two fingers inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. He knew her body so well — every place that made her gasp, every spot that made her tremble. He knew exactly where to touch, how hard and how slow. Her body always told him what it wanted.
“I’m close, Harry,” she whispered, her moans filling the room.
While he continued to work his fingers, he murmured, “Cum — cum on my tongue. I wanna taste you.”
And that was all it took. The tension snapped, and she came with a loud cry, tugging at his hair as he lapped up every bit of her release.
Y/N was catching her breath when he reached up and molded their lips together, making her taste herself on his tongue.
“My gorgeous lady,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to her forehead, making her smile.
Y/N loved this thing about Harry — even though he loved to be the dominant one in the bedroom, he always showed his softer side to her, always making sure she was okay, always giving random compliments that made her blush like a teenager.
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Harry pulling down her bra, cool air hitting her nipples and making them hard.
One moment he was smiling at her with soft eyes, and the next, hunger laced his expression as he looked down at her breasts.
He stuck his tongue out and licked one of her nipples before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently, his other hand squeezing and playing with her other boob.
“A-ah,” Y/N moaned, closing her eyes and grabbing his hair.
Harry switched between both boobs. Sucking, licking, and squeezing before trailing kisses down her soft tummy. He loved kissing every inch of her body, devouring her and taking his time with it.
“I wanna fuck my wife now,” he whispered with a kiss. “Can I?” he asked, and Y/N nodded eagerly. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted to feel him inside her.
“Y-yes, yes please,” she breathed.
Harry angled his cock with his hand before dragging it up and down her slit, soaking it with her juices, and slowly thrusting it into her warm cunt. Both gasped at the feeling. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt new always felt so good.
“Please move,” Y/N moaned when he finally thrust his entire length into her. He slowly pulled out before slamming his cock back in. He reached down to rub her clit in tight circles with his thumb, increasing her pleasure and making her moan loudly.
She was scratching at his back while biting his shoulder, trying to hold back her noises.
Harry loved the pain when she scratched his back or left little hickeys on his neck and shoulders.
He increased his speed once she had adjusted to him before smashing their lips together.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I love you too,” she breathed out, her eyes closed in pleasure, her arms around his neck as he kept fucking her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he whispered, dropping his face into her neck, his voice muffled.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he breathed out.
“I know you’re close cum with me, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing her clit in fast motions, his thrusts turning sloppy as he reached his own climax.
Her orgasm rippled through her body as she wrapped her hands around him, holding him close, both of them riding out their highs.
It must’ve been a few minutes, maybe hours Y/N didn’t know. Her eyes fluttered shut as his body relaxed onto hers, his cock still inside her, snug and warm.
After a few minutes, Harry gently woke her up before pulling out and cleaning her with a wet cloth.
He carefully unclasped her heels and pressed feather-light kisses to her ankle, making a mental note to massage her feet tomorrow. He set her shoes aside before slipping into bed beside her.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered, pulling her closer.
“I love you too,” Y/N mumbled in her sleep, instinctively curling into him. He couldn’t help but smile at his adorable wife.
doing good babe, I received so many kind messages from yall 🥹 my heat is full 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I’m so sorry, life got superrr busy but I’m BACK now and I missed writing hehehe <333 getting back into it.
Hello everyone! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I thought I would put out a masterlist of some fics I've read recently, and I will update more throughout the month, also! Please reblog and comment xx
(if any links don't work, please let me know also!)
One Shots:
Campout in the Woods - best friend!harry x y/n - @harryhitties
“Enigma” - @heartateasee
dress to impress - @jezebelblues
Like You Mean It - @gucciforasushirestaurant
harry x youtuber/influencer!reader - @erodasfishtacos
Baby, We're Fireproof - @0oolookitsme
i love you, i'm sorry - @sweetcherryharry
SECRET OFFICE RENDEZVOUZ - @watchmegetobsessed
Rain Rain - @lemoncrushh
everything with you - @finelinefae
pleasing - @moonchildstyles
best i’ve ever had - @hsunrry
take it as a compliment - @coucouatoi
so not cool - @jezebelblues
ROOM 221 - @finelinenina
just friends - @finelinenina
fairy lights - @hsunrry
my misses - @harrysmimi
Drunk Me Is Like Regular Me - @lemoncrushh
Series:
Made to be by @1d1195
Angel by @grapejuicenharry
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