Sasuke and Sakura

Everything Sasusaku!

[reehlia]

“Sasuke…I know you inside and out, so you have nothing to worry about.”

[nnnovvvammm]

let's go home :D

[gurugirl]

The Queen's Secret Chapter 5*

Summary: Queen Y/n and Prince Harry have a quick rendezvous at his house to make up for the session that was cut short. This is a just a filler chapter - it's all SMUT.

Warning: Smut, some angsty thoughts

The Queen's Secret Masterlist

Chapter 4*

Chapter 5*

She could feel his need. The way his hands softly, and then roughly gripped and squeezed and roamed over her arms, her waist, her neck, her back, fingers in her hair - everywhere he could reach. His warm mouth was needy, smothering hers and removing the breath from her lungs.

She hadn’t expected to be greeted by him like this. She assumed a polite offer of a beverage, maybe some flirty banter, a few longing glances. A discussion about what they were doing but skirting the real issue. And then perhaps a soft kiss to start things off.

But Harry hadn’t stopped thinking about the queen since after their first session and today’s session was cut far too short for Harry’s taste. His sensitive soul needed to be shared with someone and it had been far too long since someone wanted it. Gertrude had grown bored of him long ago and she no longer enjoyed being loving and slow and savoring of intimacy. She liked sex on their regularly scheduled intervals, but it was quick and lacked the affection Harry had long stopped begging her for because he was tired of the rejection.

So he turned his suppressed affections onto the queen and when she opened herself to him and returned the need, his soul found a breath of relief and latched on. It was a surprise to her the way he pounced on her as soon as he saw her. He locked the door without removing his mouth form hers and then put his missing hand back onto her face, holding her head close to him.

Harry was dressed very casually in his home, but so was she. She hadn’t seen the Prince in sweats and a t-shirt before but this was a welcome sight.

Y/n slid her hands up the back of his shirt and softly scratched at his skin. She didn’t want to make marks on his back but she wanted him to feel it. His broad back was covering her frame and everything about him surrounded her.

He moved a hand down to one of her thighs and lifted her softly to hitch it over his hip, he needed to get in closer to her. Y/n happily let herself be adjusted to his liking and he kept his hand at her thigh to hold her in place. Harry pressed himself into her center and they both gasped at the feel of warmth between them.

This wasn’t how they were supposed to act around one another. This was forbidden. Their need and desperation for closeness and touch and feelings had won out over their better sense. But neither cared anymore. They’d only just begun this sordid deal and now it was their Garden of Eden. A secret place to dip their toes into, to get the fix of intimacy and pleasure they weren’t getting anywhere else.

Harry rutted into Y/n again and this time he spoke, his nose still brushing against her, “I’m sorry. I swear that I was going to be a gentleman and invite you in for tea and then talk a little but I… how long do we have?” He backed away a bit to see her face, but kept her body pressed into the wall firmly. His clear green eyes were darkened with his pupils and spoke of lust and need.

The Queen needed a moment. She was taken by him. Her breath was still caught in her throat and body was trembling already. She swallowed as she took Harry’s appearance in. The way he looked at her was enough for her to bend to him in whatever he wanted. How long did she have? She hadn’t made a plan. She couldn’t be gone all night or the king would wonder where she was.

“Maybe two hours? I can’t stay all night. But maybe we could arrange for that another night, if you wanted.” She wanted to stay all night. To know what it would be like to have him until the morning. To sleep and wake with him next to her.

Harry dropped his mouth back down to the Queen’s. Two hours was perfect for now. He’d make good use of their time. When Harry stepped back he kept the Queen’s hand in his and he lifted her knuckles to his mouth and gave her hand a soft peck.

“Let’s go to my bed. I want to make our time together count.”

The master suite appeared to have been readied for their encounter. A few candles were lit, the bed was turned down, there was a tray with water and wine and some glasses, dimmed light. Harry was a true romantic. He’d thought of her when he was preparing the room. It wasn’t much, but it was more than the Queen had gotten from her own husband.

Harry pushed the door closed and grasped Y/n’s hips, pressing his forehead to hers, “Would you like a drink? Should we sit and talk first? What do you want, Y/n?”

The Queen held onto Harry’s sturdy sides and bumped her nose toward his, “I just want you, Harry.”

And that was true. She didn’t need a drink or chit chat in that moment, but she did think they needed to talk. Perhaps after. The kiss he’d given her as soon as he saw her at his front door was quite enough to tilt her opinion in favor of action at the moment. Harry was happy to oblige. His body was aching for her.

The Prince walked them to his bed, with Y/n moving backwards, and The Queen sat down and moved herself up toward his headboard. He removed his shirt and his sweatpants before climbing onto the bed and when he got to her he placed his hands into the band of her sweatpants, “Mmm… these are so soft, my Queen. Is this cashmere?” His grin was playful as he looked down at her pants and then back into her eyes. She nodded. His grin widened as he began slipping them off her hips and down her legs, “Of course the Queen wears a cashmere jumper set. Only the best fabric should be placed on this body.” He kept his gaze on hers as he brought her ankle up to his mouth and kissed, slowly moving up her leg, his mouth pecking warm kisses up to her knees and then onto the other leg. Y/n quickly rid herself of her top as Harry worked his mouth over her limbs. When he got to her inner thigh the Queen was downright dripping into her lacy panties. His lips were masterful on her skin and she let out shallow breaths as his lips drew near to her center.

He licked at the edge of where her inner thigh meets just next to her wetness, and then to the other side. He kept his tongue skimming just around her sweet spot and Y/n sighed in pleasure. She loved the build and the attention.

Harry continued to move his eyes up to the Queen to watch her reaction. He loved seeing her arch her back and part her wet lips. He slid a hand up to her tummy, spreading his palm over her belly button as he continued slowly licking all around the fabric crotch of her panties, but never directly on it. They had two hours, which wasn’t all night, but he knew it was plenty of time so he could go slow and bring her to the edge the way he preferred.

When Y/n groaned in impatience Harry chuckled and began to pull at her panties so they could be free of them, “Ruined. These’ll need to be washed. Certainly aren’t able to wear them home, Y/n.” He watched as her arousal caught between her labia and the lace fabric of the panties before pulling them over her thighs and off her legs completely.

When Harry lowered himself back over Y/n’s pretty pussy, the Queen’s hands grasped the blankets under her and then she brought one hand down to the thick curls on the Prince’s head. She met his gaze and saw his tongue jut out at that moment, finally gliding his tongue over her folds and upward toward her clit. She dropped her mouth wider, if that were possible, and moaned at the vision.

Harry began consuming her cunt with wide strokes of his tongue upward toward her clit at each pass. He’d pause and pay extra attention to her clit on contact and then go back to lapping upward. Each pause at her clit, whether he’d flick his tongue around or suck it into his mouth, had the Queen moaning his name.

The taste of her pussy was delicate and lightly tangy, but mostly sweet. As he continued sucking and teasing her he brought both arms under her thighs and held her well in place. She was forced flat into the bed so she could not thrust her hips upward anymore under his solid hold.

The Queen loved how sturdy Harry was as well. His well-built arms holding her in place and the way he pressed her down so firmly was sending chills up her spine. He was amazingly strong and well-founded. The way his muscular thighs flexed and his back muscles stretched and tightened when he held her down was so achingly sexy to her that she swooned over his image between her thighs this way. She’d always have this picture in her mind of him.

Harry moaned into her pussy and closed his eyes when he felt her wetness increase further. She was turned on and her soft panting indicated a good sign. He lifted his head up an inch, his lips still feathering over her labia and spoke, “Taste so good, Queen. Dreamt of the way you squirm under me when I eat your cunt.”

Y/n could feel his lips bracket her pussy again in a full-on hungry display. He sucked her clit into his mouth and the slurping noises were divine. He removed an arm from under her thigh and promptly circled his fingertips at her entrance before pushing three thick fingers past her opening and curling them upward to reach her little honey spot. A deep moan bolted from the Queen’s throat and she keened when he began pumping his fingers and sucking at her clit at the same time.

Harry didn’t let up his rhythm. He felt her begin to wobble and shake under him and her moaning became louder and louder every moment she got closer to her orgasm. This was exactly what he wanted. Y/n to moan his name and be as loud as she needed to be. He reveled in the sounds coming from her body and from her lips. His ego was fed fully when she started to tip and gushed with her orgasm.

He held her down with one arm as he continued lapping at her, prolonging her pleasure from the fingers he fucked into her and the way his lips worked over the rest. Her high-pitched breaths and moans became yelps as she began feeling overstimulated, but Harry didn’t let up. She tried pushing at his hair and her small laugh turned into another moan and a whine as she tried closing her thighs.

The Prince removed his fingers from her and returned his arm back to her thigh to keep her still, and spread open for him. He kept lapping at her but he eventually slowed down as he felt Y/n calm and relax under him. The Queen was at his mercy, so she gave in to the indulgence he was forcing on her.

“Harry… Haarr… please…” she whined when he didn’t let up. Soon, the tickle and overstimulation of his tongue and lips started to twist itself into a second layer of sensuality through Y/n’s insides, making her feel gooey and pliant again.

“I know, Y/n. Let me take care of you. One more for me, baby.” He put his mouth squarely back over her wetness and took his time with gentle strokes of his tongue. He lazily circled over her clit, not going too heavy on the pressure, he wanted her next orgasm to be soft and floaty to get her ready for what was to come.

The Queen relented and her second orgasm was deeply lovely and comforting. Her breaths were hitched and then she went silent, jaw dropped when it overcame her. Harry released one of her legs and smoothed a hand up her tummy and palmed at her tit. The grip she had on his hair was uncompromising. She wasn’t letting go easy. Harry smirked into her pussy and then chuckled as he lifted his eyes up to his Queen, a beautiful mess above him. She had the slightest sheen of sweat over her torso and her pussy was absolutely sodden. Harry determined he’d need to wash the comforter based on the how wet it was below her. Certainly, he’d leave it be for the few more days he had until Gertrude came home. He’d like to smell her on his sheets and his bed for the entire week.

Slowly Y/n slid her fingers out of his curls and opened her eyes. Harry sat up between her legs and massaged her thighs. He ran his gaze over her face and her beautiful body and down to her swollen cunt that he’d just taken care of.

“Harry, you’re… so good at that. My god.” She was still panting and her chest was violently rising and falling as she caught her breath.

Harry pressed over his ruddy tipped cock and then squeezed himself as he smirked at Y/n, “Ya think so? Keep complimenting me like that and I’m gonna go down on you again.”

The Queen chuckled and sat up, “I’d like to go down on you now, Harry. Return the favor…” Harry’s lips cut her off as soon as she spoke of returning favors.

Harry was feeling appreciative and enlivened by the Queen. She was a good match for him. In bed at least. Her willingness to suck him off and allow him to eat her out, the way she wanted him to enjoy everything as much as he wanted her to… he couldn’t stop the emotions that made his heart pound and his tummy sizzle for Y/n. He didn’t want to think of her like a new toy, but it was hard not to get so overly electrified by her sexual appetite. He hadn’t been so wound up about a woman in a long time and the pang of guilt he felt regarding Gertrude and his children, he’d deal with later as his lips smoothed over the Queen’s.

And she could taste herself on him. She loved it because it meant he had just done something that she’d been longing for. Harry was motivated and it reawakened her taste for all the bonuses that went with sex. She’d been disappointed with the king but it hadn’t bothered her all that much. Until she experienced Harry. And this was trouble for the new lovers. Both of them were suffering with lackluster sex lives outside of one another. They both had a deep need for love making and sensuality that wasn’t answered in their marriages.

The Queen got to her knees as she continued allowing the Prince to kiss her lips and sip at her tongue. Harry got to his knees as well so they were mimicking each other’s stance. Her hands journeyed down from his strong shoulders to over his pecs and then continued south to where his happy trail began, soft but firm under the extra bit of flesh that had accumulated from Harry’s large appetite. When her hand grazed the thick hair that surrounded his large dick like a crown displaying royalty, Harry groaned and stopped his lips from working over hers for a moment as he pressed their foreheads together. Their noses were nudged together and Harry flattened his hands around the back of Y/n’s upper thighs before moving them upward to hold onto her soft bum. He pulled her center in towards his as her hand finally made contact with this thick shaft. He could feel her own sparse hair drag over his cock when he pulled her closer. Her wet labia kissed over the ridge of him, wetting him lightly.

He moved his hands up to her waste and titled his head to kiss at her lips again. The soft kisses were an invitation, to do what she wanted. She was being given permission to make the next move.

The Queen cupped at Harry’s cock and gently stroked him and he lowered his lips to her neck, licking over her sensitive pulse point. She rutted her hips to him and continued pumping gently and Harry brought his hands around to her breasts. He placed them into his large palms and massaged before focusing on the nipples and softly pinching the hardened nubs. Y/n gasped at the feel of his lips on her neck and his fingers pinching at her nipples. She was nearly ready to be ravished by him again. Wanted to feel him enter her and poke deep inside of her body. But first she wanted to have him in his mouth.

She pushed at his chest with a tap so he’d sit back onto his bottom. Harry quickly got into position, his arms outstretched behind him, legs spread for her to cozy in and take him however she wanted. He watched as she held onto his knees for leverage and lowered herself further over him. She looked up at him with her eyes, keeping her head tilted down so her mouth brushed over his tip and then she kissed it. Once, and then twice and jutted her tongue out to give a tiny lick. Harry was already heaving breaths. He knew what was about to come. Y/n’s mouth on his cock was holy. He watched her purse her lips and spit over his tip and then grabbing him from the top she pulled her saliva down his lengthy shaft. He could feel the air from the room delicately dance on his cock now that he was wetted with her saliva. It was cool and goosebumps jumped out on his thighs.

When Y/n saw his goosebumps she waited no longer to put him into her mouth. She knew what she must do. What she wanted to do.

Harry moaned and then gulped down the spit that had gathered when he began to salivate over the spectacle. Y/n slowly moved down on him. He was thick and long and she needed to get her bearings with him. She opened her mouth as wide as she could sucked him in, slowly going down further then back up to his glans. She gently stroked her tongue over his sensitive frenulum and then, taking a deep breath, lowered down again to get him further.

She kept a hand at his base and her lips over him were watering down his shaft so he was wet all the way to his dark pubic hair from her saliva. She bobbed and she tried getting him further and further as she sucked and flattened her tongue along the thick dorsal vein that ran underneath. Harry was wetly gasping and he put a hand into the Queen’s hair, gently moving the strands away so he could watch the scene with adoring eyes.

When she felt him move her hair aside she looked back up to him and he groaned at the eye contact and the way her lips were pink and wet and sinking over him. “Mmm… Y/n… your mouth feels so good. Don’t know how I can ever go back to not having this from you again when we’re done.”

That was the elephant in the room, which Harry didn’t mean to bring up but his state of mind couldn’t help but speak it. They knew their time together had an expiration date. It would be too risky to continue this after she became pregnant. Which, she knew she would be soon. If not this round, probably by the next. There was no way this man wasn’t fertile and she knew she was. It would happen soon, too soon for her liking. Though, the Queen was excited to be pregnant and have a child.

She continued her dutiful sucking and licking and Harry moaned her name into the room and threw his head back when he felt that warm ache begin to liven up his groin. He wanted to come inside of her, though. The feel of her pussy around him was not like anything else and he wanted it. So, he sat up and grasped onto her hair to gently pull at her, “I want to fuck you. I’m gonna come if you keep that up but I wanted to come inside your pussy if you want that too.”

The Queen grinned and nodded. Her face was a little damp and her lips puffy and pink from her diligent work on his cock. She sat up to her knees and Harry pulled her down onto him so she was laying over him, their centers pressed together. She was still as wet as she could ever be. Having him in her mouth and listening to his moans and tasting his creamy pre-come was exciting and arousing.

Harry pulled her down by the back of her neck and forced his mouth to hers in a hot and wet kiss. Y/n spread her legs to straddle his hips and she angled herself so her labia would smooth over the large vein under his shaft. She shifted slowly up and down for a bit as their lips meshed and locked together in perfect pace.

Then the Queen lifted herself up a little and reached down between them to put his wide head at her hole. They gazed at one another as she sank over his tip and she gasped at the stretch and the pop of his initial entry. Once his cock was just past her opening it was easy going from there. She moved down and encased him with her wet walls, wrapping him up in a tight, warm enclosure.

Harry put his hands over her ass and pressed her as he moved her up and down over him. Her knees were in the mattress on either side of his hips and her clit was gently rubbed at each pass. She placed her palms on his pecs and began moving herself on him as Harry assisted with his hands over her. Now the sounds of her slick walls around him were evident and their gasps and moans were soft and quiet at first.

“You… Harry… that’s it. Oh my god.” Her words wouldn’t make much sense outside of the bedroom they were in, but to Harry they made perfect sense. He knew he was parting her walls, spreading her open and reaching deep inside of her. He knew she felt good and it made him feel good.

She slid up and down as far as she could fit him, until his balls were tucked up to her ass. Her hips rolling downward at each stroke over him.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, Y/n. Milk me, baby.” Harry groaned into the room. He was going to explode. He was already being bumped toward his peak. He clenched his jaw to stave off coming too fast.

So she did. She went a bit faster and the cock inside of her hit everything, everywhere. Their bodies, where their centers met, were wet, slick, and sticky. The smell in room around them was nothing but sex and heat.

Harry’s eyes were squeezed closed and his face was twisted as he felt the Queen clench and hamper down over him when she began to release. He wanted to hold out a little longer. Wanted to fuck her in one more position and make her come once more for him. Give her a really good ending. Her moans were load and her vision went white. Her body rushed with heat and the small gush of her release dripped down over Harry and onto his ball sack. It was erotic and carnal. The mess between them was something Harry loved during sex. He loved getting a little dirty, didn’t mind the cleanup. The wetness and the smell and the sweat were all a badge of honor for him.  

The Queen collapsed onto Harry’s chest when she was done coming and her lungs were exhausted. She was warm and soft over him. He rubbed his hands over her back and she felt him twitch inside of her. He was still solid and long. He’d not yet come.

She pushed herself up and looked down at the Prince with confusion, “You didn’t come?”

Harry shook his head, “Want to fuck you from behind if that’s okay. Make you come once more. Got one more for me?” He raised his brows at the last sentence.

At that very moment, Y/n couldn’t imagine having one more orgasm dragged from her body. But she was happy to let him fuck her in whatever way he wanted. She wanted his come.

“I can try. But I want you to fill me up, Harry. Even if I can’t come again.” She smiled at him.

She moved her leg off him and leaned back as Harry sat up and gently took her face in his hands and pulled her in for some more kisses. She would not get tired of all the sweet kisses and touches Harry continued to bless her with throughout their baby-making-sessions.

He lapped at her lips and she opened up. His soft lips would kill her. There was no one who could come close to kissing her this way. It was ethereal. He was ethereal.

He lowered his mouth to her left breast and did that thing she loved so much where he licked and gently suckled all around before focusing on her pebbled teat. He gave the smallest nibble and then flicked his tongue over it to soothe before turning to her right breast and repeated the action. Y/n put her hands into his hair and watched as his pink lips sucked and swathed over her tender skin.  

When he sat up the look in his eyes was dark and marked a man ready to devour. She quickly turned herself and lowered her palms to the bed and spread her thighs for him to arrange her however he liked.

He grabbed her hips and rubbed over her bum softly, watching as her flesh indented with his fingers. God what he wouldn’t give to hang onto her with a bit of a grip and watch as small bruises form, marking her up with his fingertips so she could see them as a reminder of what they’d done in secret. But he couldn’t. Despite his need to claim her in some way, she wasn’t his. Would never be.

He leaned over her back and moved his hands from her ass up to her low back and to the plane of her upper back and her spine. She could feel him pressed against her bum as his lips swept over the shell of her ear. His deep, raspy drawl in her ear made her skin prickle with lust, “Want to just bite into your beautiful bottom. Can I give you a quick spank. I won’t leave any marks. I’m just so… God your ass is so beautiful.”

The Queen bit her lip and turned a bit, prompting Harry’s nose to press into the inner notch of her ear, “Yes. Give me one nice swat to each cheek so it stings. Shouldn’t leave a mark.”

Harry rocked his hips down once to push his cock into the spread of her cheeks before he leaned back, kneading over her for good measure and then took his right hand and landed his palm square on to her right cheek first. She jumped and let out a soft chuckle as he did it again to her left cheek. Her moan came out in a wet garble. Okay, now she was ready again. She was sure he could give her another orgasm again after this bit of respite he provided her pussy.

The Queen felt the Prince spreading her cheeks and she closed her eyes, readying herself for penetration when she felt his wet mouth on her from behind. He moaned into her folds and then licked. She spread her thighs a little more on instinct so he could have easier admission to all her parts. When he licked up toward her bum hole she popped her eyes open and turned to see him. He had his hands over her cheeks, parting them for his mouth as he licked over her and up again over her anus. He caught her gaze and then sat up with a smirk.

“Taste so good everywhere. I couldn’t help myself.” He spoke as he dragged a finger back over her tightest hole and she squirmed under the touch and the way he looked at her. He licked his lips and grasped his base, dragging himself up and down her slick crease. She was wet all along her inner thighs and her ass. She was so aroused there was denying the proof.

When Y/n turned back around she stuffed her face into the blankets below her which popped the arch of her back and Harry’s jaw dropped at her submissive pose. He gently attached his tip to her opening and pushed just the head in and then brought himself back out. He loved watching himself disappear inside of her and he wanted to really get a good look from his position. Her holes were both on display for him as he spread her open with his head and then pulled out with a small slush sound, thanks to how wet she was.

The Queen wiggled a little, needing him to wreck her and so he took note of her need and pushed in a little further, watching as her lips spread apart for his thick cock. He pushed in nearly all the way and then watched himself back out little by little with his dick shiny and slick. Inward he thrusted and then slowly pulled out almost all the way. His languid strokes were on purpose. She could feel every single inch as he pushed in and pulled out. The way her body allowed room for him, parted for him and how he filled her up so completely was worth the price of admission. That price being a possible broken heart or a longing that she’d never be able to sate once their time was up.

Harry’s thoughts were similar. He wanted her to really feel him, know him, desire him. He wanted to feel good in and around her. He wanted her cravings and her time and her body, but their relationship wasn’t meant to be endured for longer than necessary. But in the meantime, they both pushed those dwelling thoughts back and focused on their now together.

Harry began at a hungrier pace when he needed to feel more of her on him. The patting and slapping noises that fell from between their bodies were only punctuated by the wet sound of arousal that Harry’s cock glided through. Y/n’s body was on fire and she grunted at each thud of his hips into her. She whimpered his name and curled her toes when he dug in deeper and faster. His hands on her hips were meant to hold her still but she was able to fuck herself back onto him, needing more, more…

Harry choked out a gasp and watched his cock being fucked by her when she reamed herself back onto him, her breaths being knocked from her body as he impaled her with a sturdy force.

“Creaming all over me, this fertile pussy is begging to be bred. Want my babies, Y/n? Hmm?” He was keening and tipping fast again. He wanted to give it to her one more time. Get her to burst over her cock and feel her squeezing and pulsating around him as he filled her up and poured all that he had into her cunt to get her knocked up.

She moaned loudly into the air, a partial yes, but difficult to make out. She was being whacked into rather vigorously so a sentence was out of the question, and even a single word was not likely to be uttered properly. But Harry wanted to hear her and he also needed to slow his impending release so he slowed his cadence to a still vigorous but reasonable pace.

“Tell me, Queen. Whose babies will you have? Whose cock do you want inside of you every night? Whose cock do you want to come all over?” Harry’s balls were tightening up, a telltale sign of what was about to happen. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath and tried not to look down to where he was connected with her.

“You. Oh God! Just you, Prince. You Harry. Your babies, your cock. You!” She was trembling and she knew she was close. She couldn’t believe the speed at which he was able to bring her to orgasm. But she needed just one more thing to push her over the edge. She moved a hand between her legs and began slushing her arousal over her clit and the tips of her fingers and nails were delicately swathing over Harry’s balls. When he felt her fingers he looked down to realize she was quickly swiping back and forth over her clit and he panted deeply, causing a small snort to fall from him. He was so close. His sperm had to have been frothing, about to overflow up his cock and into his lover’s cunt. He grunted as he tamped down the cream about to exit his urethra as his muscles started to contract around his reproductive organ.

The Queen moaned loudly and pathetically as she felt his large organ twitching inside of her and his grip on her hips tightened. She wondered if he’d bruise her and if he did she’d need to worry about it later, because her orgasm suddenly spilled onto Harry’s cock as she bit down on the comforter under her face. She cried and her ears rang as Harry coughed out a moan and finally allowed himself to release inside of his Queen. He fucked his come into her as he felt her squeeze around him in soft pulses. He forced his eyes to stay opened to watch her cunt being pumped into. She milked every last drop of his sperm out of his cock, ejaculating into her in big spurts that filled her to the brim.

There was no denying their very intimate connection in the bed. They were well matched and burned for one another in a way they shouldn’t. And while this was all a physical manifestation of a deeper need they were both consumed by, it was easy to see how this could become sentimental and personal on a different level.

With both bodies exhausted and sweat on every crevice of their bodies, Harry slowly pulled out of his beautiful lover and spread her again to watch the come slowly ooze out of her. He thumbed over the spot and pushed into her and spread it up toward her swollen clit. He wanted to cover her in his come. It was some primal need that was ridiculous but the image had made him almost harden up again. Maybe she’d let him come on her body one of these days they had together. Instead of inside of her. Maybe the one time he doesn’t come inside of her is the moment she would be most fertile and they could do this weeklong affair once again. He’d like to do this with her again. And again. If she gets pregnant too quickly, it will all be over for them too fast.

Y/n sat back and hummed in contentment, “I need a shower before I head back. Is that okay?” She turned to look at Harry knelt behind her.

He nodded, “Of course. I’ll join you.”

The shower was over too fast. Harry helped her clean her back and cheeks and he did notice the very beginnings of bruises from where he’d held on too tightly as he started to come. He kissed over the bruises and held her hips and then kissed the back of her shoulder, “I’ve accidentally bruised your hips. I’m sorry. Maybe just think of something to tell the king or try not to let him see you.”

Harry preferred the latter. He’d prefer to be the only one to see her naked. He didn’t like that the King got to see her naked whenever he pleased.

“Edgar will be difficult. He’s been hounding me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into him but I think he’s a little jealous. I haven’t given him reason to be but, he just… I don’t know. I’ll be careful. I think it was worth it.” She smiled softly at her handsome prince.

When the Queen slipped away from his house and back to the castle she checked her phone and realized she’d missed many calls and had a few texts from Edgar. She rolled her eyes but the last text message he sent her 45 minutes prior had her hackles raised.

From Edgar: If you’re at the Styles’ home I will find out.

Part 6 (coming soon!)

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate any support you can give! Whether a comment, reblog, or buying me a coffee- it’s all appreciated.

Check out my masterlist if you enjoyed this 💕

Xoxo

Tags: @victoria-styles @michellekstyles @ssaama @angelqueen99 @sombrioinvernoemveneza @golden-hoax @reveriehs @a-strange-familiar @yousunshineyoutempter @the-gardener-31 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @swiftmendeshoran @luvonstyles @dancinsunflowerkiwi @immadeoutofspace @harrysbitchbabe @daphnesutton @matildasatellite @duh-dobrik @sadeslovechild @closureesny @belovedinbloom

[watchmegetobsessed]

WONDERWALL (part 5)

A/N: aaaand the final part is here! thank you for coming on this royal adventure!!

PAIRING: Royal!Harry X Maid!Reader

WARNING: sexual content

WORD COUNT: 11k

SERIES MASTERPOST | SUPPORT ME!

Cassidy is out cold by the time you decide to sneak out. You feel like a silly little teenager, trying to trick her parents and hook up with her crush. Only that your parents are not around, you’re an adult and you have a crush on none other than the future king of the country. It’s a weird situation.

Pulling a hoodie on you tiptoe out of the room, careful not to wake your roommate and then head over to Harry’s room.

It’s been a couple of hours since what happened in the woods so you’ve had some time to think. You couldn’t figure out for sure what Harry’s intentions are, but from the nature of the interaction by that tree you are thinking that it might be just a no strings attached situation. He must be frustrated by his upcoming coronation and becoming a leader and he wants nothing else than just to blow out some steam.

So as you’re nearing his room, walking down the endless hallways of the palace you’re bracing yourself for the possible outcome where Harry asks you to have casual sex with him and nothing more. In the meanwhile, you’re pushing everything into the back of your mind that tells you how badly you want him more than in just a physical way.

As you stand at his closed door you take a few moments to yourself, weighing in on what you’re about to do. If your speculations are right, you’re just about to become friends with benefits with the man who’ll be the king of Eroda in just a little over a week.

Holding your breath you knock on the heavy door and wait for an answer, but instead, it opens and a very much cozy looking Harry appears in front of you. He is wearing sweatpants and a loose, grey t-shirt, appears to be fresh out of the shower, because his curls are damply falling into his forehead.

“Hi,” he breathes out, as if he is surprised you actually came. “Come on in,” he invites you inside holding the door open and you walk in, a sense of intimacy washing over you, standing in his room so late and out of work.

He closes the door and you turn towards each other, a few beats of silence falling upon the room, both of you trying to figure out what to say exactly and at last Harry speaks up first.

“I wanted to kiss you a week ago,” he confesses and your eyebrows shoot up at his words.

“Y-You did?”

“Yeah,” he nods with a soft chuckle as he starts walking towards you slowly. “I didn’t pull back because I didn’t want to. I just… knew that my actions will have consequences and I didn’t want to pull you into it before I figured out what to do.”

“Consequences?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m about to become king,” he comments with a cheeky smile and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him, but he wasn’t expecting anything else from you.

“Oh really? Haven’t heard about that.”

“On a more serious note,” he clears his throat, trying to contain his grin. “Everything I do is watched by the whole country. I can’t just recklessly do what I want and then move on like nothing happened. I hope you understand that.”

“I do,” you nod, nervously fumbling with your fingers.

“Most people expect me to only get involved with women from class, in fact, Valentina has been fantasizing about marrying me probably since she was eight,” he continues and your throat is going dry, you don’t really like where it’s heading so far, is it gonna be the point where he tells you nothing can happen between the two of you because of who you are?

“Decades ago it would have been the end of my family if I was caught with someone like you.” He is now standing about one step away from you and you pray he can’t see the sadness in your eyes. It’s kind of devastating that he cares about it all and now gonna reject you because of it. That’s not how you got to know him so far.

Reaching up he cups your face in his hands and you want to pull away, but the warmth of his touch is pulling you closer, melting into his palm.

“Good thing we’re not living in those times,” he then adds and your eyes widen in shock. That was a twist for sure. “I’m falling for you, Y/N. Like never before,” he admits and you almost faint. Is this really happening? Did he really just confess that to you? “I never thought that a woman who can piss me off like you can would turn my world upside down,” he chuckles and you break a smile too.

“I’m glad I can do that,” you breathe out.

“You do a lot of things to me, Y/N,” he murmurs leaning closer and teasing you with just nudging your nose with his, but not kissing you yet. “And there’s even more I want to do to you.”

“Do them. All of them, please!” you beg, desperate to feel his lips on yours at this point. Harry’s smirk widens, but still doesn’t kiss you.

“Patience. We still have a few things to discuss.”

“Like what?” you breathe out, staring more at his lips than at his eyes. He takes a deep breath and you can sense the change in him in an instant.

“We might not be living in those times but the judgement is still there. People will talk and gossip and say bad things. I don’t want to put you through it without telling you the truth. You have a choice, I don’t. I understand if it’s too much for you.”

“So… what is it exactly we are talking about? The thing between us?” you ask with a shy smile.

“Whatever we want it to be. I already told you I’m falling for you. I want to be with you, get to know you even more and… see what it could be.”

“So you want more than just sex?” you ask bluntly.

“I want you, Y/N. All of you, in any and every possible way,” he answers and a shiver runs down your spine at his words. “I’m using all my self-control to hold myself back right now, especially after having a taste of you already, but I won’t do a thing unless you tell me you want it. That you’re okay with being involved with me.”

“Harry, I’m more than okay,” you breathe out, running short on patience. You want him, more than anything and you’re ready to make sacrifices for him.

“Are you sure?” he hums as he leans so close, his lips are almost brushing against his.

“Completely, please, Harry, just—“ you start to beg, but don’t get to finish before his hungry lips claim yours again, finally.

He is kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, not holding back, his tongue pushing into your mouth right away, he is definitely over holding himself back.

You’re stumbling around in the room until the back of your legs hit the bed and the two of you fall onto the mattress in fits of giggles, but keep kissing, tangled together, rolling around until Harry gets on top of you, his hips pressing against yours and you can already feel him getting hard.

“Harry,” you moan, rolling your hips and he groans against your lips. He feels like a horny teenager again, like he can’t think straight and only wants to get himself buried deep inside you.

He drags his lips down the line of your jaw and the column of your throat while tugging your sweater up on your body along with your shirt underneath, finding a pleasant surprise; you’re wearing no bra.

“Y/N, oh my God I’m fucking crazy about you,” he grunts, tugging the fabrics off of you, leaving you shirtless and your back arches when his lips crash down onto your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth while he gropes your other breast with his hand. Breathing in your scent he feels like he is completely intoxicated and high on you, the best feeling he has ever experienced.

Your greedy hands impatiently fist his shirt as well, ridding him of it soon before he does the same with your pants, leaving you in only your underwear that’s already soaked. Reaching between your legs he swipes two fingers across your clothed pussy, feeling up just how turned on you are.

“This is for me? I made you this wet, huh?” he murmurs, kissing the soft spot behind your ear, his fingers keep moving, feeling you up.

“Yes!” you cry out, wiggling underneath him, desperate to feel more.

Hooking his fingers into the fabric he tugs it down and a moment later you’re lying completely naked on his bed, his lips tasting yours relentlessly with so much hunger. It doesn’t take long for his head to end up between your legs. The sight of him down there, watching you with greedy eyes, you see his back and shoulder muscles move with each movement and you just want to kiss each and every one of them.

He teases you with only kissing the inner side of your thighs, nearing where you need him the most and only allowing his lips on your cunt when you’re on the verge of tears. But then it’s like paradise. He sucks and kisses and uses his fingers to please you, tasting the juice of your pleasure as if it was the sweetest nectar he has ever tasted. One of his hands moves up your body, over your stomach and to your heaving chest and he loves feeling your racing heartbeat under the touch of his palm while he devours you with his mouth.

Though it would be heavenly to come like this, it’s not what you want right now. You want his cock inside you and before that, you want a taste of him as well. Grabbing a handful of his hair you tug him up and he understands the message, moving up he is eager to press his lips to yours and the taste of yourself mixes with your moans before you push him down to the mattress and get on top of him. You kiss your way down his chest, explore the patterns on his soft skin and every time your tongue presses against his hot skin he groans impatiently, his hips buckling up involuntarily.

When you finally reach the elastic of his pants the bulge in it is already impressive and you palm it over the fabric, earning yourself a loud moan and you can’t hold a proud smile back before you hook your fingers into the elastic and pull his pants down along with his underwear, his hard cock springing free in front of you.

Fuck, he is so big, the red tip already leaking and you haven’t even started with him. He watches you intently as you wrap a hand around the base and leaning down you kiss the tip before giving his massive length a lick from bottom to top.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he moans, the muscles in his thighs twitching from the sensation. You place your free hand to his inner thigh, his fingers digging into his flesh as you take him into your mouth and give him a gentle suck before taking several inches of him.

With a hand on the back of your head Harry’s eyes roll back into his head, your name falling from his lips as desperate pleas while you bob your head up and down, forcing yourself to take more and more of him, just the sounds that rip out of his chest are making you feral and obsessed with having him like this; at your mercy and falling apart.

Harry is about to burst in bliss, every time his cock disappears in your mouth he falls for you more and more and harder than ever. And as much as he loves having himself buried in your warm mouth, he wants to feel himself in your pussy already.

He cups your jaw in his hand and pulls you up, you let go of his cock with a pop, your lips are glistening from your saliva and Harry tugs you up, crashing his lips onto yours as he flips you over and onto your back on the mattress, getting on top of you, his hips settling between your legs and you moan loud and shamelessly when the tip of his cock presses against your clit. Harry reaches to the side and blindly tears the drawer of his bedside table open, but you grab his wrist and pull it back.

“I’m on birth control and I really want to feel you raw, please!” you tell him, kissing the corner of his mouth and his answer is a guttural growl before he kisses you hard and reaches down between your naked bodies to position himself to your center.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment probably since the day I first saw you,” he murmurs against your lips and you whimper when he drags the head of his hard cock up and down your pussy, collecting wetness before he pushes just the tip inside. “Are you mine, Y/N? I want you all to myself.”

“I’m yours. All of me, it’s yours,” you gasp as he slowly pushes more and more in until his whole length is buried deep inside you.

“Fuck, say that again!” he begs as he starts moving, in and out, slowly picking up his pace.

“Yours, Harry. I’m yours,” you repeat as you wrap your arms around his torso, your fingers digging into his back muscles.

His arms frame your head and his lips capture yours in messy kisses from time to time as he keeps thrusting in and out of you. It’s everything you ever wanted and needed, you’ve never felt like this before with anyone and if you had an ounce of doubt in you about Harry, now it’s all gone. You want him, in and out, all to yourself and for as long as possible.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast your orgasm builds up and you come screaming his name, but he doesn’t last longer either, his hips falling out of rhythm as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, riding his high to the fullest.

After a few more sloppy thrusts his movements come to a halt, but he remains on top of you. Minutes or maybe hours go by before he rolls off or you, but his arms lock around you in an instant, pulling you against his sweaty body and you gladly melt against him. His lips press against your forehead and when you lift your head to look at him you see his beautiful green irises are filled with joy as he smiles at you.

“Your majesty, you’re a bit possessive, huh?” you tease him with a giggle, referring back to how he demanded you to tell him you’re his.

“As if you didn’t enjoy being labeled as mine. I saw the shine in your eyes,” he grins before craning his neck so his lips could meet yours for a short, chaste kiss.

“I’m yours, but are you mine too?” you ask softly as you cup his cheek in one hand.

“Completely,” he replies without hesitation before he turns his face and kisses into the palm of your hand.

You’re late.

Again.

But this time it’s not entirely your fault.

Running around the room you’re collecting your clothes from here and there, putting them on in a hurry while your hair is still one big mess, bouncing around with every movement. You have about one minute to be down at the morning briefing, but you have no idea where your shoes are. 

“Under the chair, Love,” Harry’s voice snaps you out of your frantic search and your head snaps in his direction. He’s lying in his bed, king sized for a future king, no shirt and you know for a fact that no underwear under the sheets. His arms are tucked under his head as he’s watching you with a smug grin, knowing well that he is the reason you’re late.

You wanted to get up and out of bed in time, but he wouldn’t let go of you, kept stealing kisses until they turned a little more heated which eventually led to some hot morning sex. Not that you’re complaining, but Agnes won’t be glad when you stumble into the briefing late and looking completely unpresentable. 

“Thanks,” you huff and grab your shoes from where he said they were and put them on with one hand while trying to comb through your hair with your other one. 

“Can I get a goodbye kiss?” he asks innocently, but there’s no doubt the moment you’d get into his reach he would pull you back into bed. His morning meeting got canceled yesterday and now he is way too smug about having a few free hours for himself, even though it’s not the case for everyone. 

It’s been two days since Sunday, the turning point. Two blissful days of… whatever it might be that’s going on between you and Harry. Now it seems ridiculous there was a time you thought Harry didn’t want you. Ever since the wall between the two of you broke down he’s been making sure you know just how into you he is. 

“You look stunning today.”

“I love your smile, especially when it’s because of me.”

“I wish I could spend the whole day with you.”

“I’ll be thinking about you until I see you again.”

These are just a few of the things that made the butterflies in your stomach go wild, turning you into a giddy teenager. Every moment you spend apart you ache to know where he is, what he is doing and whether he is thinking about you, but according to him, you’re always on his mind. Which is great, because you can’t stop thinking about him either.

“We both know it wouldn’t be just a kiss,” you tell him with a knowing look as you somehow regulate your hair into a bun. 

“I’m sorry I can’t get enough of you,” he innocently apologizes, but the grin on his face tells you otherwise. 

“Stop trying to get into my panties again!” you warn him but walk closer to the bed anyway. He scoots to the side as you approach him, but you stop just out of his reach. “Just a kiss, Harry. Seriously, I’m already late.”

“Tell them I needed your immediate help.”

“With what exactly?” you arch an eyebrow, inching closer so now his hand can sneak up your thigh, under your skirt. His smirk widens and he needs no words to let you know his answer. “You’re so needy all the time,” you roll your eyes but lean down anyway, pressing your lips against his soft ones, he kisses you back right away, one hand remained on your thigh, his fingers gently massaging the muscles while his other one cradles the back of your head, gently pulling you down, keeping you close to stretch the kiss out for as long as possible. 

“I really have to go,” you mumble against his lips and with one last peck, you pull away and head towards the door. 

“The things you do to me!” Harry growls and you just laugh, glancing back at him one last time from the door.

“I didn’t do anything,” you wink at him before walking out and leaving him alone.

The gods had you in their favors. When you finally get to the briefing it hasn’t started yet, someone kept Agnes up so she storms into the room just about five seconds after you and misses how you were totally late.

You ignore Cassidy’s staring, who’s been on your case for a long time now. You haven’t told her exactly what’s been going on between you and Harry, but it’s obvious you can’t hide it much longer. She’s not stupid, she can tell something is up and you hate not telling her the truth.

Through the whole briefing you feel her eyes on you, she knows you didn’t spend the night in the room and you’ll have to come clean. 

For the noon you get signed up for laundry along with Cassidy and two other girls, Krissi and Leah.

“That’s it for today. Report to me when everything is done on your list and we’ll see if there’s anything else to do. Thank you,” Agnes dismisses the group and everyone goes on their merry way. 

“You’re not getting away from telling me everything this time,” Cassidy tells you as you head up to your floor, Krissi and Leah walking a few steps ahead of you. 

“Chill down, I know! But this might not be the right moment,” you whisper back, looking around cautiously. 

“The right moment was about two days ago. I want to know everything!”

Sighing you look around again and make sure no one is listening before you link your arm with Cassidy’s and lean close to keep your voice down.

“I’m… seeing Harry. Like, we’re… we’re a thing.”

“A thing? Like… you’re hooking up?” she whisper-yells with wide eyes.

“It’s more than just hooking up. We’re just gonna see where it’s heading.” You can’t hold a smile back from your lips just thinking about everything that has happened since last Sunday.

“Oh my God, you’re so gone for him!” she gasps. “What is he like in bed? Is he as good as people assume?”

“Cassidy!” you snap at her, feeling your cheeks heating up. 

“Come on, I need a little something!”

Sighing you pull her to the side by one of the windows before you’d turn the corner to the queen’s suit.

“He is… the best. In every way. He is passionate and caring, always makes sure to give just as much as he gets, if not more.”

“Fuck, he sounds like the perfect lover,” she hums dreamily. “You spent every night with him since your little classes?”

“Yeah,” you nod with a giggle. “It’s been hard to keep our hands off of each other.”

“You lucky bitch! You have what the whole kingdom wants! Or at least the women.”

“Shh, keep it down! We don’t want the whole palace to know about it yet,” you shush her. 

“So it’s a secret affair?”

“Well… It wouldn’t be smart to make it so public when we don’t know for sure what it is,” you explain. “It’s a complicated situation and he’s very protective. He danced back before because he didn’t want to bring me into something seriously affecting without thinking it through and having my approval.”

“That’s actually kind of sweet,” she swoons.

“I know,” you sigh with a full heart. 

“Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Cassidy smiles back at you, giving your hand a squeeze. 

Before anyone could pick up what you’re talking about you return to work and don’t mention Harry when anyone is around, especially Leah and Krissi. Laundry work is kind of a neutral task, you collect the dirty ones, bring them to the laundry room, start the machines and bring clean ones. Easy as it is, but it doesn’t need much concentration either and you can’t help but keep thinking about Harry.

You’re falling for him with every passing moment, even when you’re not around him. You’ve never felt like this before, no man was able to sweep you off your feet the way Harry has been doing and you know your feelings are already stronger than you ever felt for anyone else before. 

There aren’t many questions in you about where you want to head with him. You see a future with this man, even with all the obstacles you might have to face for the most human thing to ever exist. 

As if he could feel you thinking about him, your phone buzzes in your dress’ hidden little pocket and when you pull it out you see a message from him.

HARRY: Meet me in my office.

His study room just got finished this weekend and now he has officially taken the spot where his father used to do business. He didn’t say it but it’s obvious it means a lot to him, that it’s an important connection between his father and him. 

“Cass, I’m gonna take a quick break,” you let your friend know. She smiles at you knowingly and nods before you part ways.

Excitement rushes through your veins as you try not to run down the hallways like an excited little kid. Walking past guards and other staff you finally arrive at his study and knocking on the massive doors you wait for an answer from inside.

The door opens as you’re rolling on the ball of your feet and you get pulled into the room before you could even process what’s happening. One of Harry’s arms curls around you to keep you on your feet in the sudden motion, he shuts the door closed and presses you up against it, his lips claiming yours in an instant.

“Mm, missed me, huh?” you giggle, returning his hungry kisses. 

“I always miss you when you’re not with me,” he murmurs before burying his face into the crook of your neck, his hands already wandering underneath your skirt. As much as you would love to take it further, you know you don’t have enough time and it’s risky for you to even be here. So gently pushing him away you pepper his lips with a few more soft kisses and step away from the door. Luckily, he gets the hint and completely understands it. 

The room looks fantastic. It’s spacious, almost every wall is lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with books as thick as your arm, his massive desk situated near the bright windows, allowing the light to hit it perfectly, there is a corner with a sofa and some armchairs and a giant and probably incredibly expensive coffee machine with a set of china next to it. Everything looks so… royal, so impressive, it’s exactly what you’d picture for a king. 

For your king.

“Wow, it looks amazing,” you look around in awe and walking over to the desk you slide your fingers over the shiny surface of it. 

“You like it?” you hear Harry’s voice coming from behind.

“Yeah, it suits you,” you smile, turning to face him. “Sit there, let me see what you look like doing business,” you giggle, nodding towards the leather seat behind the desk.

He smirks, walking around the desk and you watch him take the seat, leaning onto the top as he watches you. You can’t help but bite into your bottom lip at the sight of him. He’s wearing his usual crispy white shirt, but the sleeves are rolled up, showing off the ink on his skin and the way only one corner of his mouth is curling up is giving you ideas of what you could do that would involve this desk between the two of you. 

“Come ’ere,” he murmurs, leaning back in the seat and you obey without a second thought. He turns away from the desk and spreads his knees so you can stand between them. Reaching out you run a hand through his hair as his palms slip to your waist, tugging you closer, making you almost fall on top of him. 

“You’re being naughty, what if someone comes in?” you warn him, but make no action to put at least some distance between you and him. 

“No one barges in here without knocking first,” he hums and turning his head he kisses your arm, your hand still tangled into his hair. “But if someone did… would it be so bad if they caught us?”

“Weren’t you the one who said we need to think everything through before acting? Getting caught might not be the best way to make it official.”

“Make what official?” he smirks cheekily.

“That… we’re a thing?”

“A thing?” he chuckles. “That’s quite the label.”

“Okay, then what do you want to call it?”

“I want to call you mine.”

“I’m already yours,” you smile at him softly before leaning down you press your lips against his and he returns it eagerly. “And you’re mine, right?” you whisper against his lips.

“Yours. And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he answers before kissing you passionately.

Though you could stop yourself before, hearing his words you feel your self control vanishing and you want him way more than just moments ago. His hands are exploring your body as he kisses you with intense hunger and you return it just as eagerly, pressing yourself up against him. 

He emerges from his seat without breaking away from you and the next thing you know is that he is helping you up onto the desk, his hips pressing between your open legs. The whole scenario feels like it’s straight out of one of your fantasies, never in a million years you would have thought you’d find yourself in this situation, with none other than the future king of Eroda. Sometimes you still feel like it’s too good to be true. 

Soft moans slip through your parted lips when you involuntarily roll your hips against his, Harry groans against your neck where he is nibbling on the skin, kissing and sucking it, not even caring if he leaves marks behind. He is way too lost in the bliss of having you in his arms. 

“Fuck, Y/N… You’re…” he mumbles before kissing his way back to your mouth.

“I’m what?” you breathe out, your words turning into a moan when his growing erection is pressed against your center.

“You’re everything,” he replies, stealing your next moan as he kisses you so hard you almost fall back on the desk. 

Neither of you are planning to stop, it’s way too heated and you can’t think straight anymore, but when you hear voices coming from outside you jump off the table and Harry moves back, though the state both of you are in and the way your chest is heaving are massive give-aways of what was happening.

The people pass by the door and their voices die down in the hallway, but it was the reminder you needed that it’s not safe to just fall for your desires whenever and wherever. 

“Sorry,” Harry chuckles, running a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath and you feel your cheeks heating up when you see the bulge in his pants. Hopping off the desk you walk past him and stand by the window as you fix your clothes and hair. He completely messed up your apron somehow, so you untie it at the back and try to redo it, though you’re not the best at it, usually Cassidy helps you out.

“Let me do it,” Harry softly murmurs as he steps behind you and takes over the task. He ties it carefully before his hands slip to your waist from behind and he kisses into your neck.

“Don’t start again, your majesty,” you sigh as you turn around in his hold and kiss him gently, careful not to get back to where you were just moments ago. 

“I’m sorry, can’t help it,” he grins, stealing another kiss before forcing himself to let go of you. 

Smiling to yourself you smooth out the wrinkles on your dress and absentmindedly glance out the window, realizing just how sheer the curtains are. The windows are massive and Harry’s desk is dangerously close to them, meaning that if someone was walking by they would easily spot what the two of you were doing. 

Looking around cautiously you don’t see a thing, but there’s an eerie, unsettling feeling in your guts that tells you, you should have been more careful. 

“Everything alright?” Harry asks and you tear your gaze away from the view to see him tucking his shirt back into his pants.

“Yeah,” you nod with a faint smile. “I really should go back to work.”

“Can I see you tonight?”

“We’ll see,” you chuckle. Walking over to him you fix his collars before pressing a short kiss to his lips and heading towards the door.

“I’ll be waiting,” he calls after you. Glancing over your shoulder you wink at him before slipping out of the room, hoping no one noticed your rapid visit. 

It’s been a tiring day. Harry’s last meeting has stretched longer than he expected, but it’s been his usual all week. With the coronation coming up on Monday, so in just two short days, his duties are never ending, it seems. 

His study finally empties out as his last guest leaves the palace and thankfully, he is finished for the day. Collapsing into his seat he takes a few moments in the quiet and peace he’s been dreading all day, knowing well it all starts in the morning again.

But it’s what he signed up for. This is what he always knew he would be doing and he loves to serve his country and be a leader, but sometimes he wishes he could just take a day off. 

There’s a knock on the door and he almost groans, but when he calls out and sees his mother walking in he loses his lack of enthusiasm towards his guest.

“Hey,” he breathes out and standing up from his seat he rounds the desk and nods at Anne, inviting her to sit on the sofa.

“Hi, did you just finish for the day?” she asks. This past week the queen has completely given up on her tasks, allowing Harry to take over the lead before his official coronation. That means she hasn’t been attending many meetings along with her son so the two of them didn’t see much of each other. 

“Yeah, finances always take longer than anything else,” he chuckles, as they settle on the sofa. 

“Believe me, I know,” she smirks knowingly. “I wanted to come by and ask how you’ve been. The big day is just around the corner.”

“I’m doing fine. I don’t have much time to not be,” he jokes.

“It’s crazy for now, but you’ll get used to it and also better at it.”

“I know,” he nods. Anne takes a deep breath, taking a look around before her eyes settle over Harry again. 

“I’ve noticed that there’s a little shine in your eyes lately. What do you have to say about that?” she asks and they both know exactly what she’s talking about. 

Anne knows Harry better than anyone and even after spending so much time apart, she can easily spot the slightest change in him right away. She is the biggest expert of Harry Styles.

“Not much. Only that… I’m happy,” he admits with a chuckle.

“Is it because of a particular person?”

“Why do you even ask when you know exactly what the answer will be?” he rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “It’s because of her. Y/N. I’m… I’m seeing her.”

“So it’s somewhat official?”

“I mean… between us, it is. We haven’t figured out what to do.”

“So you’re planning with her? It’s not just a fling?”

“It’s not,” he shakes his head confidently. “She is… I want to be with her. Always. And I think she feels the same way about me.”

“Well, that’s a great start,” she smiles and Harry feels relief washing over him, even though he knew his mother would support him no matter what. “I assume you don’t have a plan then.”

“That’s the last thing I have,” he admits laughing.

“Alright. Then maybe think about it. So when you’re a little bit less busy you’ll know what to do. I wouldn’t want you to find yourself in a situation that might hurt anyone you care about, or what’s worse, hurt you.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve just been so wrapped up in everything and it’s been nice to have something… just for myself.”

“I know and I wish you could keep it that way,” she sighs and reaching over she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “But I’m glad you’re happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Do you think… Do you think she’ll be attacked if word gets out?”

“As I said before, there is always going to be judgment, no matter what. They won’t see the woman you see when you look at her. They’ll only see a maid who somehow got involved with the royal family and for some standards that’s unacceptable. So you have to brace yourself for the worst case scenario.”

“We’ll think about it and consult with the right people eventually,” Harry nods.

“I know you’ll make the best decisions. You always do,” she smiles before giving his hand another squeeze.

Harry can’t stop thinking about you after that in the sense where he is trying to imagine his life without you. He can’t. The way you’ve made him feel, he’s obsessed and he wants to keep it forever. When he was younger he questioned whether he’d ever find the person he’d want to stay with forever. Who’d make him feel so…

Loved.

And in love. 

Harry loves you, he knows that now. He’s been trying to label his feeling, but because he’s never felt like this before he couldn’t decide what it was. Now he is sure he is in love with you.

That night he is waiting for your arrival impatiently, wanting to see you after a long day spent apart and when you slip into his room he is quick to pull you into his arms and kiss you with all the love he has for you.

“Hello to you too,” you grin against his lips, your arms hugging his neck as you stand on your tiptoes to lessen the height difference between the two of you.

“Hi,” he smiles, resting his forehead against yours. Just looking into his eyes you see the change in him and it worries you for a moment.

“What happened?” you ask, cupping his face in your hands. 

“Nothing, I just… I’m thankful you’re here. With me.”

Smiling warmly at him you kiss his lips before pulling him towards the bed. Despite his words you can tell something is different and you feel like tonight it’s best if you just simply hold each other. Harry curls around you in an instant as you get under the sheets and you wrap your arms around him, his head resting on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat. 

“Are you nervous about monday?” you ask, playing with his curls.

“A little bit, yeah,” he hums. “I just don’t want to trip and fall anytime during the ceremony,” he adds with a chuckle.

“That would be funny,” you grin. “But I’m sure it’ll be alright.”

“Y/N?” he softly says. 

“Yes, Harry?” you answer and he loves the way you say his name.

“Nothing will change between us, right?” he asks, lifting his head up so he can look into your eyes. “Whatever happens, we’ll be the same. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine, right?”

“We’ll be the same, Harry. No matter what,” you assure him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

That’s all he wanted to hear, that even in the midst of the craziest time of his life he’ll have you the way he needs you. 

On Sunday you wake up early in the morning and after kissing Harry goodbye several times and successfully peeling yourself out of his needy grip, you return to your room before the morning rush could start in the palace. Cassidy is still asleep, she has about thirty more minutes before her alarm goes off so you make sure to stay quiet for that time. Busying yourself with braiding your hair and scrolling on your phone you kill some time and enjoy the stillness of the early hours.

That is until a knock is heard on the door.

At first you think it’s Harry. Who else would be at your door so early? However as you walk over to the door and open it you’re surprised and kind of shocked to see Agnes. She is not wearing her uniform yet, though her casual attire doesn’t ease the seriousness she always carries in her presence.

“A-Agnes, good morning,” you say, not entirely sure how to act.

“Follow me,” she simply tells you and there’s no place for protest as you follow her down the hallway.

There are a million questions racing in your head but you don’t dare to speak as you head in the direction of Harry’s study and part of you already knows what it’s about, but you ignore it just for a few more seconds before you have to face reality.

As you’re escorted into the room the first person you see is Harry, he is standing behind his desk, leaning onto it, his head hanging low, but as you step inside it lifts and you see his wide, bloodshot eyes and your stomach drops.

Then you see the queen and a few more people who work for the royal family and suddenly you feel like you’re being examined through a microscope.

“G-Good morning, your majesty,” you breathe out, not sure about the etiquette in this odd situation. Harry ignores your confused greeting as he pushes himself away from the table and rounding it you see his pained expression just worsen.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes right away and as he reaches you he takes your hands between his.

“For what exactly?” you ask quietly.

Before anyone could say a word Agnes hands you a copy of the Sunday newspaper and on the very first page you see several pictures of yourself. They were taken through a window and you immediately know when they were taken so you’re not surprised the situations you see your past self in. You’re wearing your uniform and there’s one where you’re standing by the window, Harry right behind you, kissing into your neck as he holds your waist, and then there are the spicy ones, where you’re on the desk and though most of you is hidden behind Harry’s figure, there’s no denying about what was happening.

And then you see the headline: Future king caught hooking up with young maid.

“Fuck,” you breathe out as you stare at the pictures. You’re not a PR expert, but it’s obvious the photos are scandalous, the scenario is definitely not one you’d want to portray yourself in as a king. 

“The timing of the publication was definitely set to be right before the coronation, to make it as big as possible,” one of the PR people speaks up, but you zone out on his further words as you open the newspaper and read some lines from the article. Additionally to the front page there are two more whole pages dedicated to the pictures, there are some more of just Harry from previous events and then they somehow got a few of you as well and it makes you realize your Instagram account is completely public. To make it go well with the narrative, they chose older pictures of you where you appear even younger and more inappropriate in age to Harry. 

…The long time bachelor of the royal family seems to be fulfilling his needs with the staff of the palace. According to sources Y/N Y/L/N has been working as a maid for the royal family for the past few years and it seems like lately her duties have been expanded…

…Though the prince’s love life had always been kept private, it appears there’s more hidden than what we were expecting. And after all, we found out that his type is definitely the younger, more naive, classless women. Maybe he has had enough of the high expectations of the ladies in the kingdom and seeked something easier…

You hear more and more talking around you but all you can focus on is the article that keeps going on and on about how you’re just some nobody, a toy Harry likes to play with because you’re just an easy hook up, a temporary fix for his needs. It’s everything you feared from the first moment.

“We need to act right now or don’t do anything,” you hear the queen talk firmly. “We don’t have much left before hell breaks loose online, we need to have a plan.”

“We’re suing them, right?” Harry asks, one hand on your lower back while you just stand there, with the paper in your hand, your anxiety growing with each passing second. “Those pictures were taken on the property of the palace where they are not allowed.”

“Security issues are already being checked out to see how it could happen and our legal team is working on pressing charges. But that doesn’t make the story disappear,” the PR person says.

The discussion carries on and you feel like you’re not even there, like you’re just a ghost with nothing to add, nothing helpful and it’s starting to feel too much all at once.

“Excuse me,” you breathe out under your breath and you’re not sure anyone even heard you. Harry notices as you move towards the door and he calls after you, but you’re out of the room fast, running down the hallway and away from the issues that fell on your shoulders all of a sudden. 

You know exactly where you’re going, to the place where you can be alone and have a breather from everything to think it all through. To the lake. 

Harry tries to go after you, but he is held back, however he knows exactly where he needs to be also. With you.

“Your majesty, we need to take the matter in our hands, every minute matters,” the PR guy reminds him, but Harry is quick to shut him down.

“Do whatever you want. I trust you with the matter, but I need to make sure she is alright, understood?”

They want to protest, but Anne is the first one to speak up.

“I’ll take care of it. You go and do whatever you need to do,” she tells Harry and he looks back at her with appreciation before leaving the room to go after you. 

By the time he frees himself you’re nowhere in sight, but he knows exactly where must have gone and he wastes no time running after you. To get there quicker he decides to take Ladybug out, heading to the lake in the woods. 

You reach the water completely out of breath, but it’s not only because of the running, it’s also because of the panic attack you’ve been dealing with ever since you saw that newspaper. You should have seen it coming, that no matter what people would find the worst in you and pick you apart. You’ll always be the naive young girl, a little nobody next to the king of Eroda.

What if Harry sees you that way too? What if you really are just an easy, temporary fix until he finds someone with class to marry and be picture perfect with? You feel stupid for thinking he’d ever choose you, that he’d put himself through all of this for being with you. 

“Fuck,” you gasp as you sit down by the water, onto the pebbled ground and just stare out ahead of you, tears dwelling in your eyes. It’s so early in the morning, you’re wearing the clothes you slept in, but you think about just walking into the water and submerging to feel isolated from everything.

However you don’t stay alone for long. You hear Ladybug’s galloping before you spot her with Harry. Wiping your cheeks from the tears you jump to your feet just as Harry climbs off of Ladybug, rushing up to you, cradling your face in his hands as he looks down at you with eyes full of worry.

“Y/N, why did you run away?” he breathes out, trying to catch his breath. 

“I-I’m sorry, I just… It was too much at once so I wanted to think, but I’m so sorry for everything, Harry!”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, it wasn’t your fault!”

“But you’re being roasted because of me, because of my lack of status and class and it’s ruining your coronation, your big day!”

“Y/N stop, this is none of your fault!” he begs you, desperate to make you understand he doesn’t blame a thing on you. 

“I-I’m sorry… It’s so… It’s okay if you want to end it, I would understand,” you whisper, your throat closing up as you’re fighting your tears back even harder, but you’re losing this battle. 

“Y/N, listen to me,” he starts in a firm tone, still holding your face in his hands, his eyes focused on yours. “You rewrote my whole universe the moment I laid my eyes on you. Everything has been about you since then, every decision I make, every thought I have, every breath I take is to spend another moment with you even when things seem to be turning against us. There’s nothing that could change the way I feel about you. Absolutely nothing, do you understand me?”

Not trusting your voice all you can do is nod, your hands finding his waist as you push yourself closer to him, wanting to feel him. He rests his forehead against yours before speaking up again. 

“Nothing they wrote in that article is true. You’re not just a hookup or a momentary adventure. I want to plan a future with you, Y/N. Forever or for as long as you’ll have me. Every moment I have with you is a gift to me, because… because I love you.”

Your eyes widen at his words and for a moment you think your knees will give up underneath you, but you manage to stay on your feet. It was unexpected and shocking, especially after the whirlwind of thoughts you just had a couple of minutes ago about him. 

But one thing is for sure.

“I love you too,” you whisper, your hands fisting his shirt as you press up against him and your lips find his in an instant. 

He kisses you back as if he was saying the words over and over again, I love you, I love you, I love you, his lips tell you in a different way than the first time, but you understand the words clear as daylight. The tears keep rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the taste of his lips, but they are a different kind now, you feel full and happy and most importantly, loved. 

“Aren’t you needed back there to discuss the situation?” you ask when your kisses slow down, but you’re still tangled in each other, neither of you are willing to let go just yet. 

“I’m exactly where I need to be,” he smiles before kissing you again. 

The two of you ride back to the palace on Ladybug, you practically melt against Harry, completely forgetting about the rest of the world or the fact that you’re sitting on a horse again. He walks Ladybug back into her box and then takes your hand as you head back to his study to face reality. 

No one comments on your disappearance and most importantly on the way Harry doesn’t let go of you, not even for just a moment. You sit in silence and listen to the conversation intently as a plan is formed. Before the clock hits eleven a statement will be released that the photos were taken on private property and the person who took them violated the law. Legal steps will be taken and the pictures will be deleted from every media outlet. No further statement will be forwarded, no explanation, no comment. The two of you are required to stay silent about the matter at least until after the coronation.

“And what about after? They won’t just let it die down, will they?” you ask Harry quietly so only he can hear your words.

“We’ll figure it out. We’re gonna have to come forward at one point and give out our own narrative.”

Nodding you just nervously chew on your bottom lip until Harry reaches up and pulls it out from between your teeth.

“Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? Just… talk to me. We can never speak of it in public, if that’s what you want.”

“You know we can’t do that,” you say with a bitter smile. “But I’m okay with… whatever is needed to be done. I just don’t want to make you appear in a bad light,” you admit. “Being seen with me looks to be quite damaging and I understand if you don’t want to ruin your reputation.”

“Y/N, that’s not happening,” he smiles at you gently. “Don’t worry, it’ll be alright.”

“I believe you,” you smile back and steal a quick kiss.

The rest of the day is filled with damage control. The royal legal team is nonstop working on getting a hold of the case and making every photo disappear from the internet, though everyone knows that’s basically impossible. 

You stay with Harry for most of it, because one, you kind of want to hear every detail so you know what’s exactly going on. And two, because being with Harry is the only thing that keeps you sane for now. 

When the end of the day finally comes you feel dreaded and want nothing else than to just sleep. You’re walking out of Harry’s study after one last meeting with the legal team and Harry is pulling you towards his room, but you stop him.

“Maybe we should spend tonight apart,” you suggest, exhaling shakily. 

“What? Why?” he asks and you almost regret your suggestion seeing the panic in his eyes.

“It’s just that tomorrow is your big day, it’ll be busy enough without me being around. With the whole situation… maybe it’s best if we’re not seen together for now.”

Harry wants to protest, to tell you he wants you around him all the time but what you said was rational. It’s what you agreed to do and his day will be documented top to bottom tomorrow, so it’s better if you’re not around, just to keep yourself to the plan. But that doesn’t change the way he feels about you and how he wants you to be around all the time.

“When will I see you tomorrow then?”

“Um, I’ll be working, probably just in the kitchen so I’m not out in the front,” you add with a bitter chuckle. “But… let me know when the craziness is over and we’ll see, okay?”

“At least come to the ball in the evening. Are you working then as well?”

“No I’m not… but maybe it’s not the best decision to show up there.”

You can tell the rejection pains him and you hate that you make him feel like this, but today has been fucked up enough. As much as you need Harry by your side you also know you need some alone time to think everything through.

“Alright,” he nods, clearing his throat. Pulling you into his arms he kisses you without even looking around, checking if anyone is around. You melt into his embrace and kiss him back before he just simply rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile back at him, pecking his lips one last time before parting ways.

It feels like everything crashes down on you again once you return to your room. Cassidy is there, watching your every step as you practically fall into bed with the loudest groan that has ever been heard from you.

“So, are you alright?” she asks, rolling to the edge of her bed.

“I kind of want to die, thanks for asking,” you mumble into the pillow. 

“What’s the plan? I read the statement about the legal steps, but nothing about the two of you.”

Sighing you lift your head and push yourself up into a sitting position, crossing your legs as you look at your roommate.

“There won’t be anything for a while. We need the coronation to happen and then we’re addressing the situation.”

“So what, you’re gonna hide until then?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at you.

“Kind of,” you shrug your shoulders. 

“And you’re okay with that? Most importantly, is Harry okay with that?”

“I understand it. I’m not quite the best person to get involved in for a royal, don’t you think?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffs. “No one is better than anyone just because of a stupid title, I thought you know that better than anyone. Why should you hide for literally the most mundane thing to ever exist? For being with someone? Does Harry want to hide you as well?”

“No… not really,” you admit.

“Thank God!”

“He wants me to go to the coronation ball tomorrow.”

“And you’re going, right?”

“I said I wouldn’t…”

“Y/N, you will not just hide in a corner until they let you make an appearance. Harry wants you there, it’s his and your decision, no one else’s. I say you go there, show up looking like a fucking goddess and make everyone regret all the bullshit they said about you!”

You blink back at her at a complete loss of words. You weren’t expecting a speech like this, especially not from her, but it definitely got the message through.

It’s mostly your own inner fears that are messing with your head. Harry made it clear he is not ashamed to be seen with you, he is planning a future with you and that’s exactly how you feel too. Then why should you let stupid, ignorant people decide how you live your life? You want to be there with Harry, support him and be part of the day that changes his whole life. 

And no one can take that away from you.

At ten in the morning the next day, Harry officially becomes king of Eroda as the crown is placed on his head in St. Carolina Cathedral.

Just like everyone in the kingdom who is not present at the ceremony, you watch it through a live stream while working in the kitchen. Your chest fills with pride and joy as Harry is introduced as King of Eroda to the crowd, waving and smiling and you wish you could be there to witness it with your own eyes and not just through a screen.

The palace has been buzzing since early in the morning, the works for the big day seemingly never ending. When one thing is done there comes the next, there’s just no stopping. 

Originally your shift should end at three, which leaves you just enough time to get ready for the coronation ball. However just five minutes before you are about to be off the clock Agnes comes up to you in a rush.

“Y/N, can you maybe take a few more hours of kitchen service?” she asks with her usual clipboard in her hands that definitely has a lot more papers clipped than on a normal day.

“Oh, I kind of…” you exhale, not sure whether you should come clean about your plans or tell her a lie. At last you realize you’re done hiding and it should start now. “I’m planning to attend the ball, Agnes. I can’t stay any longer.”

She examines you with a straight face and you’re convinced she is about to tell you how stupid of an idea it is, to go against the plan, but at last you see the tiniest smile turning the corners of her mouth upwards.

“You better look flawless, Y/N,” she tells you before rushing off to find a substitute. 

The crown feels heavier than he expected, Harry thinks as he takes a look at himself in the mirror. He has just changed from his traditional suit he wore for the ceremony into a more conservative one for the ball, but with the crown on his head it would be hard to lose him in a crowd. All eyes are about to be on him again as he walks into the ballroom and dances with his mother to open the event.

Everything has been going perfectly, there was no mishap, no sudden issues, almost too perfect, if you ask him. But of course, above all the good he knew something was off all day.

He missed having you around. 

He was really counting on sharing the night with you, but he didn’t want to press it after your suggestion. Waking up alone was disappointing and he hasn’t seen you all day either. Now the ball is about to start and you told him you wouldn’t be there. He has to go through the whole evening hoping to finally see you and hold you in his arms, that’s all he wants now.

There’s a knock on the door and as he calls out Anne walks in, wearing her ball gown, a black and golden piece that suits the occasion perfectly. She walks over to him with a proud smile to fix his collar even though it looks spotless.

“You know how proud I am of you, right?” she asks, brushing her hands over his shoulder gently.

“I know. And thank you for all the support you gave me,” he nods before pulling her into a hug she’s been dreading, but held herself back not sure if he’d be happy about it.

“I’ll always be by your side,” she smiles, squeezing him to herself. “Alright. Ready to make your first appearance?” 

“I guess I am,” he chuckles as the two of them head out.

The ballroom is filled with lords and ladies, tonight is an occasion no one wanted to miss, of course. The trumpets go off as Anne appears on the top of the stairs and walks down gracefully, for the first time as not the queen. When she reaches the end of the stairs she steps aside, the trumpets start playing again and Harry finally steps out, taking a moment to look around in the room while the crowd cheers for him.

He walks down the stairs, just like his mother did only moments ago and the trumpets turn into music with a whole band and when he reaches the bottom he holds out his hand for Anne for their dance. 

As they twirl to the middle of the room all he can think about is you and what you taught him about dancing. His posture, his movements, everything is resonating back at your work and the time the two of you spent together at your classes and his thoughts return to missing you once again. 

While the two of them are dancing perfectly, at the back of the room the crowd starts to whisper and look around, even part as if someone more important than the king showed up.

It’s you.

You didn’t intend to stop the whole show with your arrival but as soon as people recognized you, it got out of hand. Wearing a simple, but elegant royal blue dress you only wanted to make your appearance known after Harry and Anne’s dance, but the crowd thought otherwise.

It gets to the point where Harry notices that something is happening, his gaze trying to spot what’s causing the scene and then he sees you.

The crowd of guests part until you’re fully visible to Harry as well and you’re obviously in the center of the attention now. Harry stops dancing, unable to look away from you while you look back at you a little uncertain and afraid that he might be mad at you for showing up after all. 

He feels none of that, more like the opposite. He can’t believe you’re here, looking like a dream.

Anne squeezes his hand to grab his attention.

“Go, ask her to dance,” she smiles before slipping out of his arms.

Harry turns to face you and then walks up to you as every guest is waiting to see what’s about to happen. He stops right in front of you and takes his time to run his gaze up and down your appearance.

“Hi,” he then smiles at you, barely able to control his emotions.

“Hi. I just… I don’t want to hide. So if you’re okay with it—“

“Can I have a dance, Miss Y/L/N?” he asks with a wide grin as he holds his hand out for you, ignoring your rambling but also giving you an answer at the same time.

Relief washes over you and you could cry from happiness as you take his hand and he leads you to the middle of the room, pulling you into his arms, every pair of eyes glued to you but you only see the man in front of you.

You start dancing, just like before at your classes only that now the whole kingdom can see you and by the morning there will be no question that you and Harry are more than just a fling even though you didn’t say a word.

“When I first saw you at the lake a month ago I didn’t know you’d become my wonderwall,” Harry admits as the two of you sway to the music.

“Your wonderwall? What does that mean?” you ask.

“Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time, the person you are completely infatuated with,” he explains as you listen to him smiling to yourself. “That’s what you are. My wonderwall, my love, my queen…” he lists, his eyes keeping yours in lock and he stops before continuing. “And one day I’ll make you Eroda’s queen,” he adds and without a care in the word, he leans down and kisses you.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

[sushistyless]

teardrops for two lovers.

devil h and angel y/n finally deem it a love meant to be.

Song; Apocalypse

—————

The crisp air was cold, with rain drops slowly starting to dot the pavement beneath, yet the sheen of innocence collecting at the waterline of her eyes— threatened to spill over, making their warm presence evident than ever.

“Don’t y’know how much I hate it when you cry?” The voice of a familiar figure rang from behind her. A hitch in her throat she felt, as her body froze on the spot, went numb, almost as if her soul had been shunned. The atmosphere in her mind, had been muggy- like a stagnant lake, sitting there helplessly alone. But one word from him, shook her entire world, having the power to initiate a tsunami in this lake of fantasies she’d created.

“Did y’really think I wouldn’t come back?” he spoke again, a teasing lilt in his voice as a soft sigh left the plushy, supple lips she knew he had. Her lower lip, at the moment, grew tender as she bit on it, trying to suppress the desperate sobs which were bound to come.

And they did.

But… this time, contrary to the feeling a minute ago- her heart soared with an overwhelming feeling of happiness.

Harry didn’t leave.

She’d only recently told him that she loved him. And he replied telling her that he was not who she thought he was. Her lips had trembled when she heard that he wasn’t an angel; instead- the very creature her kind worked against. But what could she do? She loved him. Months they’d spent together, her thinking he was an angel too— just one who didn’t embrace his cherubic gifts as much.

She’d known how she would be treated if others found out she had fallen for someone like him, and she was ready to be someone who others looked down upon if it meant she could be with her love. But it was his silence that made her think he didn’t want to continue this forth. Not because he didn’t love her— the stars know he acted like she hung the moon— but, he wasn’t sure if he could let her go through that.

On her heel, she pivots, the strands of her disheveled hair swaying with effort from the weighted water which was now pouring down upon them. Her gaze rushed to meet his eyes and against her best efforts, the edges of her lips quirked up, tugging them into a grin.

Anger, sadness, relief, love… just so much to feel.

It was as if, the clouds would part, playing along to her fellow angels that would descend from heaven, casting an exquisite glow, tears of nature shining iridescently against the tendrils of Mother Earth, on this isolated part of the road.

But, that didn’t happen of course.

Instead, it began to thunder, lighting the scene with periodic flashes and clasps of terrifying voices of the wind…

All because she’d fallen for the devil.

Still, among the crashing noises one couldn’t ignore, the palpable sensation of his heart beating so fast was all she could comprehend. A smirk slowly rising on his face, droplets highlighting those dimples indenting those soft cheeks— so beautiful.

Not a second is spared before she sprints in his direction, pulling him towards herself and wrapping her arms around his neck, wet tears easily absorbed by his already-drenched, partially buttoned, black shirt. Taken aback, he lets out a breathy chuckle while settling his arms around her waist. His charcoal black wings come around to wrap around her, cocooning them to the moment, also a testament of his true words. Her sentence is muffled against his shoulder, as she speaks out between sniffles, “You are such an idiot.”

All she receives as a response is a delicate kiss planted at the top of her forehead, followed by an even tighter embrace, his arms strong around her. “I know. But I’m your idiot, aren’t I? I don’t mind that,” he says, a smile detected in his response as she revels in the velvety drawl of his voice.

“You’re here,” she whispers in relief almost to herself.

“I’ll always be here, m’angel. Always.”

He would continue to protect her with his entire being, not caring if it was against the norms of the heavens. She would continue to shower him with light, not caring if he was the epitome of darkness.

It was thunder instead of light, because an Angel and the Devil falling in love was wrong. It was just not supposed to happen.

But, being in his tight embrace, the radiation of love and smiles for eternity is a sin worth it, isn’t it?

——-

you can check out my masterlist for some of my other pieces!!

[braverytattoos]

Harry in the BTS of Don’t Worry Darling 

[eclipseatspring-deactivated2025]

Birthday! (SasuSaku x Kid! Sarada)

"sasuke!" sakura called out.

"i said she can't have cake after dinner!"

sasuke blinked, eyebrow raising as he glanced at their daughter. "sarada.."

the little girl flushed red, smiling sheepishly. "i lied papa... mama didn't let me but... it's uncle itachi's birthday!"

sakura's eyes snapped up to sasuke's, mouth gaping open and spreading into a smile full of warmth as her husband scooped sarada into his arms, hugging her and twirling her around in the air with her giggles becoming music to their ears.

catching his eye, the couple smiled at each other and knew there would be more happy days from now on.

and sasuke?

he can only hope his big brother itachi is watching over his family from up above.

[harunomoon]

by Brenton (do not repost without permission)

[harryshouse]

Harry Styles for Rolling Stone | Photographed by Amanda Fordyce

[tay-swifts]

✧ HARRY STYLES Rolling Stone (August 22, 2022)

[omiishii-deactivated20220927]

AlSO can we appreciate daichi for a moment.

[ceo-of-daichi]

You should say it louder for the ones at the back…

[yournameoneverypage]

I Want One

Word Count: ~1.9k A/N: No warnings, really, but a mention of mental health struggles. Fluff with a hint of smut. I didn’t have it in me to write an entire smut scene; please forgive me. I apologize for taking awhile to post something new. I actually started writing this after Shawn’s IG of the baby with the hiccups. It triggered a dream I had, and then I remembered this request. I hope you all like it! Also, I found the above photoshop on Pinterest. 🙂

* ❤️ *

You couldn’t tear your gaze from your husband of almost two years as he slept peacefully beside you. He was laying on his stomach, arms tucked under his pillow, his face turned toward you.

It was early; the summer sun over the Toronto skyline had just begun to rise and was painting shades of orange and red across his incredibly handsome features. Your eyes traced the curves and contours and angles of his face and you sighed wistfully.

You were clueless as to how you had been lucky enough to find him, and have him, and keep him. You must’ve done something extraordinary in your last life to deserve a man who loved you as Shawn did in this one.

///

From the moment you and Shawn met, you knew that he was your person, that he would be your future husband, and the absolute love of your life. The attraction was entirely mutual, and utterly insane. Positively magnetic. There was an instantaneous, intense energy exchange between you.

Shawn wasn’t exactly in a good place, mentally and emotionally, at the time. He was working on it, but he wasn’t quite there yet. You had just come out on the other side of your own mental health restoration, so you could absolutely relate. You knew how important it was to watch out for yourself above all else. You wanted him to take the time he needed to get his head right, to finish his journey, like you had yours, before your lives became infinitely entwined.

You had promised yourself your next relationship, - hopefully your forever relationship, - would be a healthy one. Of course, there would be struggles, all relationships had their ups and downs, but you needed to start from a strong and whole place.

You tried like hell to keep your distance from Shawn, at first, but every time you crossed paths it became more difficult to walk away; that’s how wholly enamored you were with him. You wanted him so bad you were fiercely tempted to go back on everything you believed. Fate continued to toss you together anyway. You always seemed to be in the same place at the same time.

Your friend groups ultimately began to intermingle. Without fail you and Shawn would find yourselves drawn to each other and slipping off to talk away from everyone else. Every conversation you found yourselves in, you always seemed to know what the other was thinking or feeling. And you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. It wasn’t even sexual in the beginning, you just couldn’t quit touching each other, even if it was only the briefest brush of pinky fingers.

You built an incredible friendship while you tried to keep yourself from tipping into more. It tested your self control to its extreme.

You knew the second everything fell into place, when everything was exactly right, and when you finally gave in and allowed yourself to let him kiss you, all bets were off. That was it. You were done for, both of you. You ignited and your flame hadn’t flickered even once since.

///

It had been three days since you had visited your friend and his partner to meet their two-week-old baby girl and you were still thinking about how Shawn had cooed and giggled over her tiny hands and itty bitty toes, and how he had murmured about that new baby smell as he held the very small human in his very large hands.

You and Shawn had always talked about how you wanted children together one day. You knew he was going to be an incredible father and that your children would be blessed to have him, just as you were.

Shawn’s eyes fluttered open, sensing your attention on him even in slumber. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, voice thick with sleep. “Why are you awake?” He was almost always up before you in the mornings.

“I don’t even know if I slept at all,” you said softly. “I started thinking and couldn’t stop.”

“Come here, my love,” he breathed, turning onto his side and reaching for you to bring you closer. He tangled his legs with yours and kissed your nose. “What are you thinking about?”

“I want one,” you breathed,

“One of what?” he hummed.

Your fingertips grazed his stubble covered jawline and you brought your lips to his. “A baby,” you whispered, when you eased away.

His smile was immediate. “Yeah?” he murmured, deep affection and adoration shining in his eyes.

“Do you think we’re ready?”

“I wanted to put a baby in your belly on our wedding night,” he grinned. “I was just waiting for you to be ready. You’re the one who has to carry our bean for nine months.” He smirked, “My part is easy, and fun.”

///

Of course, it was a little more complicated than just you being ready.

When you began dating, exclusively, from the jump, he was home, in Toronto, with trips to New York, and a few weeks gone here and there in LA, while working on his album.

You were by his side to celebrate its release and traveled as often as you could with him while he promoted it. The response to SM5 had been overwhelmingly positive. It was an incredibly exciting, but particularly busy time.

When Shawn proposed, the planning was already underway for a world tour and tickets had gone on sale, selling out almost immediately. The buzz around this tour was outrageous. You were blessed to be a part of the vision and its implementation because that's what you did for your career as a live experience designer.

You and Shawn were married and took your honeymoon not long before tour began.

You were going to be with Shawn from start to finish, because, not only was he now your husband and you agreed you simply couldn’t be separated for so long, but in part, this tour was your baby as much as it was his and Cez’s, and all of the producers and techs who had worked tirelessly on it. Pregnancy and caring for an actual newborn on the road would have been too stressful for all of you.

The timing was finally right, you thought, as Shawn took a well-deserved break from performing his way through thirty-six countries over the past fourteen months.

///

You kissed Shawn again, lingering. “Your birthday is soon,” you said softly, looking into his eyes. “It would be the best gift ever, wouldn’t it?”

“Mhm, the very best,” he breathed, tenderly squeezing your hip.

“And it will be at least, what?, another eighteen months to two years, before there’s another tour? The timing is right, isn’t it?”

“You don’t have to convince me,” Shawn chuckled. “You had me at ‘I want one’,” he teased.

“A little springtime baby,” you sighed. “Or summer, if it takes us a little while.”

“You wanna start now?” he rumbled, smirking, maneuvering you beneath him and settling between your legs.

You giggled, your entire body flushing, as your thighs fell open. Shawn pulled your camisole over your head and tossed it aside. His mouth fell to your breasts and you moaned softly.

You and Shawn had been at it like bunnies since you had shared your first kiss and he had practically thrown you over his shoulder and taken you to bed. Your sex life has always been wild and beautiful and entirely satisfying. To say your man knew what he was doing between the sheets was an arrant understatement.

He released your nipple and brought your hands above your head, holding you in that position. You loved it when he took control. You could feel his restrained arousal brush against your silk covered core. There were too many layers between you.

“You can stop taking the pill and I can throw away the condoms,” he grinned, rolling his hips, finding that delicious friction.

Your breath caught and resumed with a groan. He always felt divine between your legs.

Even though you had been on the pill, you hadn’t always been good at remembering to take it at the same time every day, and sometimes Shawn’s schedule threw everything off and you forgot altogether, so you had always doubly protected yourselves by using condoms. Well, ninety-seven percent of the time; you’d had a few slip ups. Sometimes the sex haze was overwhelming.

You bit your lip and instinctively rocked against him.

“Sweetheart,” he half gasped, half grunted with the sensation and the sound of your small whines.

“I stopped taking the pill three days ago,” you confessed.

“You did??” he exhaled, eyes bright, withdrawing onto his knees as his hands freed yours to skim along your arms and rest on your hips.

“After I saw you with baby Cora, I just… I want that,” you whispered, grazing fingertips over the whorls of his stomach and through the hair on his chest.

“Then I’mma give it to you,” he promised.

You rose and wrapped your arms around him, fingers tangling through the curls at the nape of his neck. Your lips met for a kiss which quickly turned from tender to searing.

“Always give you everything you want,” he murmured against your mouth.

“I won’t ovulate for at least two weeks.” It sounded like an apology.

“We’ll figure that out later. And all of the best positions,” he smirked, softly pressing you back into the mattress. He began to ease your little lace hipster off. “But right now I just want to make love to my gorgeous wife.”

You couldn’t find your voice for a moment as he gazed upon you with sheer devotion and a desire which darkened his eyes from honey to the deepest brown.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you wheezed.

He laughed gruffly and quickly stripped out of his boxer briefs before he was again between your legs, gently forcing your knees wider.

“Look at you… Already glistening,” he hummed.

The praise in his words had you purring. “Always ready for you...” The moment he first settled between your thighs you were wet.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been bare, sugar. I might not last,” he chuckled.

You smirked. "Then make it count, Rockstar.”

///

Shawn’s head rested on your stomach while you ran fingers through his sleep and sex-mussed curls. It was his favorite pillow when you laid together this way. He’d gladly give it up to accommodate the child he knew would soon take up residence within, but for now he would cherish its little give and the soft scent of your skin.

You grazed fingernails over his shoulders and up and down his back until he had fallen asleep again. You followed shortly thereafter, and dreamt of your future.

///

Your entire body ached after squeezing a seven-pound, six-ounce squalling infant out of your lady bits. You had your initial skin to skin bonding with your newborn, and your first feeding, before catching a couple hours of sleep, but after nearly eight hours of labor you were still utterly, thoroughly exhausted.

You were also happier than you had ever been.

Your heavy-lidded eyes fell upon Shawn in the armchair adjacent to your hospital bed, his soft-worn button-down open and your diapered son asleep against his chest. You knew he had been eagerly awaiting his own chance at skin to skin contact with your child.

You watched as Shawn sang softly, pausing to breathe in the scent of his baby boy.

It only took you two ovulation cycles to conceive, so six weeks and nine months after telling your husband you ‘wanted one’, you got one.

Your little springtime baby.

~ * ~

@chocochipcookie305 @mendesblurb @benito-mi-vida @monikamendes @mendesficsxbombay @hiding-behind-a-flower @misti-ka @fallinallinshawn @pamelagramm

[07yakudza07]

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

The Story of You Instagram 12

Welcome Baby Styles to the World!

liked by mrsannetwist, pillowpersonpp, harrystyles, paulithepsm, scottysakamoto, lizzobeating, jeffazoff and 654 others

thegemmastyles: Still in awe of how strong this woman is 💛 welcome little baby! 😍❤️ (not pictured is the Nana who has been taking pictures and bawling her eyes out and the father, who is still in shock that he, indeed, is now a father)

view comments

mrsannetwist 😍😍😍

pillowpersonpp i cannot believe i missed it 😭

scottysakamoto 😍🤍😭

elladeannemurray WHAT?! Welcome baby!! ✨✨

liked by mrsannetwist, louist91, pillowpersonpp, mitchrowland, _basselin , glenne_azoff, jeffazoff and 344 others

scottysakamoto: You had me at hello 🤍

view comments

mrsannetwist ❤️❤️❤️

thegemmastyles 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

niallhoran welcome baby! congrats mate! I’ll call you soon! 😘

jeffazoff ❤️❤️❤️

louist91 congratulations H!! 🙌🏼🙌🏼

mitchrowland welcome to the club man 🫂

_basselin 😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️

liked by thegemmastyles, mitchrowland, scottysakamoto, glenne_azoff, jeffazoff,  and 453 others

mrsannetwist: Greatest love I’ve ever known 🤍

view comments

darrendr 🤍❤️💛

glenne_azoff 😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹

sandrameighan13 congratulations Nana Anne!! 🥰🥰

dee_selley beautiful baby! 😍😍

liked by annetwist, pillowpersonpp, mitchrowland, scottysakamoto, nijiadeleye, jeffazoff, paulithepsm, _basselin and 644 others

y/n.y/l/n: 12.13.2021 🤍

view comments

thegemmastyles 💛💛💛

mrsannetwist 😍😍😍

glenne_azoff I cannot believe they did not wait for auntie Glenne to be back 🥺

scottysakamoto our world 🤍

pillowpersonpp 💞🥰💞🥰

nijiadeleye 😻🙏🏿

paulithepsm 🙌🏿🙌🏿❤️

Taglist @tinydestinybear @i-got-the-cinema @beachwoodcaferryy @msolbesg @clarawolf22 @harrysficreblog @infinitely-yellow @cherrylovesblog @wherethehellhaveyoubeenharry @harryspirate @kaitieskidmore1 @michellekstyles @qualitygiantshoepsychic @irelilien @futuristicpalacegardenpsychic @shawnsblue @behindmygreyeyes @sunshinemoonsposts @dirtytissuebox @little-freak-satellite @tinydeskwriter @be-with-me-so-happily @watercolorskyy @goldenlouvr @jgoff717 @giveyourheartabreak-xx @tpwkstyles1d @alienorknight @voosa @last-saturday-night @imaginesofdreams

[sunflowerkissess-deactivated202]

father’s day on tour | london II

masterlist

request:

— hey, i loved the fic about mateo getting carsick on the way to coachella! but i was wondering if you could do something about him and the family actually being in coachella!i think it’d be really cute to get to see his coachella outfits or a little scene between him and lizzo!!!

summary: mateo and y/n treating harry breakfast in bed for father’s day as well as cute as hell fluff backstage before harry has another concert

word count: 7.8k+

warnings: language, fluff, cuteness overload, mentions of covid, mentions of rude toxic fans, mentions of smut

note: i changed it from coachella to london night 2 since i didn’t have any idea of what do to for coachella. idk if it has to do with it being two months or what, but it decided fathers day because i just think it’s fucking cute of harry having a kid and that kid spoiling his daddy on father’s day for being an amazing father, god i’ll give this man a million kids dude and i was on my period when writing this (tmi!), but still i’ll give this man a million children dude. and sorry this took too long to come out, family stuff and my grandma being home after her hip surgery so i’m helping her as much as i can. and i know that it’s late and is now july when this will be out but i had really bad writer’s block but im back!

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

Enjoy!

While both Y/N and Mateo are bummed about not doing their usual ‘Father’s day’ routine with Harry like they were able to do in Italy last year, but they get to be there with him on the road instead of Mateo and Y/N staying home because she had work the following day.

Because now Y/N is a stay-at-home mum. A decision that she made after figuring out that she was pregnant with her and Harry’s second child and wanted her to be home where it’s safe and away from the deadly disease that’s going around the world. And she was debating it during lockdown in 2020 when everything was horrible, she didn’t want to go to work and get in contact with it and pass it to Mateo.

So, her figuring out that she was pregnant with their second child was the final step to becoming a stay-at-home mum. For the safety of her, the baby that is growing in her tummy, and Mateo. However, when she’s in her third trimester and nearing the end of her pregnancy (October to November) then she’s going to be home with Anne and Y/N’s mum coming over to check up on her and help around the house and Harry promises he’ll be there when their second baby will be born since the baby is due in November and that’s when Harry’s going to be out of the UK.

Keep reading

[uchiha-saradas]

the way that they continue to spout complete and utter bullshit with zero evidence backing their statements up is hilarious.

anyways stan sasusaku <333

[ravewoodx]