summary: snapshots of your proposal, the big day, the announcement, and all the moments in between.
vicious speaks: i’m not telling you to listen to never stop (wedding version) by safetysuit while reading this, but i do highly recommend it.
zayn masterlist
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yourusername anything interesting happen while we were away?
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zayn thank you for saying yes 🤍
⤷ yourusername you made it easy 🖤
yourbff BITCH FT ME RIGHT NOW
⤷ yourusername as you wish 🤭
yourmom i knew the whole time 😉 ♥︎ by author and zayn
yourcousin not you announcing your engagement in a vacay photo dump 😭 congrats 🍾 ♥︎ by author and zayn
⤷ yourusername it had to be done lol thank u!!
yoursister oh my gosh 🥹 we need a girls night immediately
⤷ yourusername absolutely! this weekend? ♥︎ by yoursister
friend congrats 🥳🫶🏼 ♥︎ by author and zayn
taylorswift congratulations on this new chapter! eagerly waiting for the big day 🩷
⤷ yourusername thank you ☺️ expect your invite in the mail 💌
⤷ friend i still can’t believe you’re friends with taylor swift
⤷ yourusername *i* still can’t believe i’m friends with taylor swift
mammamalik ❤️ ♥︎ by author and zayn
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yourusername life lately 🥰
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youraunt that smile!! i’ve never seen someone so happy to plan a wedding ☺️
⤷ yourusername he’s so eager to take part in everything, i love it 😭
friend if my future fiancé isn’t this happy to help plan our wedding, i don’t want him ♥︎ by author and zayn
yoursister those dresses are so beautiful
⤷ yourusername i know!! it was so hard to choose between them 🫠
zayn nice flowers, i wonder who gave them to you 🧐
⤷ yourusername hmm, i wonder 👀
⤷ friend stop flirting, it’s making me feel lonely ☹️
⤷ zayn let us set you up ♥︎ by author and friend
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yourbff let the bachelorette shenanigans commence!
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yourusername it’s gonna be so much fun!!
⤷ zayn counting down the days ‘til you’re mine forever 🤍
⤷ yourusername i can’t wait to marry you 🥹💕
friend bring on the chaos 😌
yoursister gonna be a wild weekend 🍾
⤷ zayn not too wild, right?
⤷ friend no promises 😈
yourcousin stripper on standby 😏
⤷ yourusername LMAO STOP
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yourcousin i still can’t believe our little baby is all grown up and getting married!! 🥺
⤷ yoursibling i knooow, i’m so emotional!!
yourusername those drinks were so good, i’ll take five more 😉
⤷ yoursister anything for you 🫡
zayn please come back in one piece
⤷ yoursister lol we’ll try
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yourbff today’s the day!! 💍🥂
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yourusername thank you for being the absolute best maid of honor 🫶🏼
⤷ yourbff thank you for trusting me with the role 💗
zayn 🎉 ♥︎ by author
friend: our girl’s getting hitched!!
friend this is MY royal wedding 🤭
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1dupdates the boys recently on their stories! they’re definitely fucking with us 😭
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fan i just know they’re seeing our reactions and laughing
fan okay but they’re all dressed up pretty nicely…maybe it’s some kind of event?
⤷ fan hopefully we’ll find out soon
fan hear me out… yourbff liked this post, what if zayn and y/n are tying the knot?
⤷ fan okay grandma let’s get you to bed
⤷ fan no, no, let them speak!!
⤷ fan they’re so private, i could see them getting married without even announcing an engagement. and zayn is the only one who didn’t post to his story even though we all know they’re in the same place…🧐
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yourusername 🥹🫶🏼
yourbff it’s tiiiiime 🥳
yoursister let’s get this show on the road!
friend see you 🔜
friend ready for the wedding of the year 💕
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zayn All mine, for a lifetime 🤍
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yourusername I love you, i can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together 💘 ♥︎ by author
username1 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
username2 not him just casually dropping wedding pics when we didn’t even know they were ENGAGED
harrystyles Beautiful ceremony ❤️ ♥︎ by author and yourusername
nialhoran Yn is a lovely woman! Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness 💛 ♥︎ by author and yourusername
louist91 Congrats on breaking the internet!
⤷ username3 lmaoo harry and niall left nice comments and then there’s louis
username4 well, at least now we know why they were all in italy last month 😭
yourbff words can’t describe how happy i am for you two!! ♥︎ by author and yourusername
yourcousin welcome to the family 🩷 (officially) ♥︎ by author
yoursister finally, i’ve been dying to post photos!!
mammamalik I love you both ❤️
⤷ yourusername Love you so much <3 Thank you for being one of my rocks during this time!!
⤷ zayn We love you, mum ❤️
username5 as much as i’d love if her socials were public, i respect her wish for privacy ♥︎ by yourusername
username6 you all roasted me last month when i said the boys were in town for zayns wedding, but look who was right!!!
⤷ username7 i always believed you bestie
taylorswift The most beautiful wedding i’ve ever been to! Congratulations, you two! love you 💖
⤷ yourusername Thank you for coming, i love you 🫶🏼
⤷ zayn 💛
username8 TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT WAS THERE??? i’m never recovering from this
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yourusername you are my life, my love, my only 💛
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zayn i love you
⤷ yourusername i love you 💘
friend can’t believe it’s already been a month since the royal wedding!!
⤷ yourusername please 😭
mammamalik The most magical day ✨
⤷ yourusername it was like something out of a fairytale 🥹
yourmom still can’t believe my baby is married! i love you two, so much 🤍
⤷ yourusername i love you!!!!
⤷ zayn love you ❤️
friend it was such a beautiful day, i felt like i was in a movie ♥︎ by author and zayn
Note: It will be mentioned here that Zayn struggled with drugs and alcohol. I wanted to clarify that none of this is intended to offend, mock, or idealize anything. It's pure fiction, and my intention was never to hurt anyone. (I wanted to clarify this because, if you didn't know, he actually did struggle with these things in real life, and I thought it was important to mention!) xoxo
years ago...
They had met long before the world knew his name.
Zayn Malik had been the quiet boy who sat a few desks away from her, all dark lashes and sketchbooks, someone who spoke little but noticed everything. Kyra had been the girl who filled the silence without trying, whose laugh bounced off lockers and made teachers sigh but smile anyway.
They became best friends without announcing it.
It just… happened.
Shared lunches. Walks home. Homework done side by side, even when neither of them was actually studying. Kyra learned the way Zayn hummed absentmindedly when he was nervous, how he avoided eye contact when he cared too much, how he smiled slowly, like it surprised even him. Zayn learned that she hated being called Ky by anyone else, but from him, it sounded like something soft, something earned.
When the sparks came, they didn’t explode, they settled.
Zayn looked at Kyra like she was something precious he couldn’t quite believe was his, and Kyra loved him like she had all the time in the world.
When he told her about The X Factor, his voice shook.
“I’m thinking about auditioning,” he’d said, eyes fixed on the pavement as they walked. “I know it sounds stupid—”
Kyra stopped walking. “Zayn.”
He looked at her then.
“You have to,” she said immediately, eyes bright. “You’d regret it forever if you didn’t.”
That was Kyra.
Always forward. Always believing.
From that moment on, she was his biggest supporter. No doubts. No hesitation. When London came calling, she answered too. Quitting her job, studying in the car, living out of bags and borrowed couches, learning how to make herself smaller so his dream could be bigger. She never complained. Not once.
When One Direction happened, happiness felt unreal.
Zayn was everywhere all at once, and somehow Kyra managed to be there too. She found a remote job, learned the rhythm of airports and tour buses, built a life that fit around his. The boys became family. Harry, especially; loud, warm, endlessly alive, slid effortlessly into her world, making her laugh on days when Zayn was too tired to talk.
For a while, everything was still golden.
But gold dulls if you don’t protect it.
The cigarettes came first. Then the nights got later. The drinking stopped being social and started being necessary. Zayn didn’t change overnight, he faded, little by little, like a photograph left too long in the sun. Fame didn’t make him arrogant; it made him lost.
Kyra noticed before anyone else.
She noticed when conversations turned into monologues. When laughter became background noise. When his eyes stopped finding hers in rooms full of people. She loved him fiercely, stubbornly, but loving someone doesn’t mean you can always reach them.
One night, the apartment was too quiet.
“Zayn?” Kyra asked, hearing the bedroom door open.
Footsteps echoed, uneven, careless, before a heavy thud hit the floor.
“Zayn?!”
She rushed out of the room, her heart pounding as she reached the living room. Zayn was lying on the floor, barely conscious, the smell of marijuana and something stronger clinging to the air.
“I’m fine,” he barely murmured, slurring the words, his eyes closed and unable to get up.
Kyra swallowed her panic and did what she always did. She helped him to his feet as best she could, guiding him to the bedroom and sitting him down on the bed. Her hands were gentle as she took off his jacket, even though her chest felt tight.
“You can’t keep doing this, Zayn,” Kyra tried to say as she took off his jacket, her voice calm.
“You always say the same thing,” he mumbled, still struggling to speak.
“Well, maybe you should start listening to me,” she replied.
“Bullshit, don’t tell me what to do, mind your own business,” Zayn abruptly turned away from her and lay down on the bed, passing out completely asleep.
Kyra stood there, frozen. Something inside her fractured quietly, painfully. She didn’t cry. She just felt hollow.
Morning came too soon.
Kyra leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee she barely tasted, waiting for Zayn to wake up. She couldn’t ignore it anymore. She wouldn’t.
As if summoned, he appeared, smiling, refreshed enough to pretend nothing had happened. He walked toward her, arms reaching for her waist, familiar and automatic—but she pulled back, not letting him touch her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, frowning, genuinely worried.
“I can’t, Zayn,” she whispered.
“What do you mean, love?” He tried to approach her again, only to be rejected once more. “Hey, what do you mean?”
“I’m tired, Zayn. I can’t keep waiting for you every night to come home passed out so I can help you to bed, reeking of alcohol and drugs, like it’s normal...” Kyra begins. “Damn, even thinking that this has become a habit doesn’t make sense. Passed out, Zayn... you come home passed out every night, and I’m the only one here, sleepless all night, worried about you, and on top of that, I have to put up with you treating me like garbage just because I want to help you.”
Zayn stood there in silence, processing her words. For months she had begged him to seek help, to slow down, to care. He hadn’t thought it was that serious. Somewhere along the way, he had lost control without realizing it.
“It’s not every night...” Zayn begins, somewhat annoyed. “I just need a distraction, okay? I’m with the band all the time, without a single second of peace. All I see and hear is chaos and mayhem. I just want to have some fun.”
“That’s not a distraction! You don’t talk to your family, you don’t talk to me!” Kyra pauses briefly. “You don’t see me, you don’t hear me, you’re not interested. I don’t want to sound selfish or like I’m demanding anything from you, but I gave up everything, Zayn. I did everything I could to follow your dreams, to help you, and to be there to be the first to congratulate and support you.”
“The only moments we share are these: the mornings when you’re hungover, you come to hug me, you have a coffee, you shower, and you leave. Then I just see you passed out in the living room.”
Zayn remained serious, but inside, everything hurt.
“I didn’t think you’d notice, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Harry lately,” he couldn’t help but blurt out, giving in to his jealousy.
Kyra froze, stunned, hurt beyond words.
“Yeah, I wonder why,” she commented sarcastically. “Maybe because I’m in a city where I don’t know anyone, in an apartment all day alone because my boyfriend can’t even be bothered to ask how I am.”
Silence.
“I don’t recognize you, Zayn,” she began, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t know who you are, I don’t know when you became a complete stranger. I was always here, I’m still here, and I don’t remember when you slipped through my fingers. I’m sorry, Zayn, I’m so sorry, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’m drained. I really tried.”
She placed her cup down gently and walked past him.
Zayn reacted on instinct, grabbing her arm.
“What do you mean? What you doing?” His voice trembled slightly.
“I’m leaving, Zayn. We... I can’t do this anymore. You’re not the Zayn I fell in love with.”
He froze.
Kyra pulled away, not just from his grip, but from everything they had been.
Kyra started a new life.
But Zayn never forgave himself.
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present day...
Time passed.
Not gently, not mercifully—but it passed.
Kyra moved forward the only way she knew how: by building something of her own. She never felt whole again, not completely, because some loves don’t disappear—they linger, quiet and permanent, like scars you stop noticing but never lose. Still, she studied, worked, pushed herself harder than she ever had before, until effort turned into success.
KY was born almost accidentally.
It wasn’t a clever name. It wasn’t meant to be. It was intimate, heavy with meaning. Only one person had ever called her that. Only one person had ever believed in her designs before she believed in them herself. Zayn, before fame... before everything broke, had always been the loudest voice telling her she was capable, that she was talented, that she should never settle for less.
Only Zayn called her Ky.
And now the world did too, without knowing why it mattered.
She lived in a large apartment in the United States, surrounded by clean lines, light-filled rooms, and the quiet satisfaction of having made it on her own. She was well-known, financially stable, and doing exactly what she loved. From the outside, she had everything.
From the inside, there was still a small, aching absence.
“I already told you, idiot, of course you’re invited!” Kyra said via FaceTime to the long-haired man on her screen.
“Well, I had to find out through Instagram! If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have known!” he said, annoyed, although he wasn’t really annoyed… maybe a little.
“Harry, please, I posted the announcement 14 minutes ago! Of course I was going to invite you all myself, but you didn’t even give me 20 minutes!” Kyra laughed.
“Anyway, you’re already starting to hate us,” he said dramatically.
“Oh, please, you’re one of the best coincidences of my life,” Kyra said sweetly.
“Oh, please! Stop it! You’re making me blush!” Niall joined the FaceTime call.
Everyone laughed, the familiar warmth filling her chest.
“Anyway, next week, the grand opening of one of my biggest stores is going to be a big deal, so please don’t be late,” Kyra pleaded.
“NEVER, MA’AM!” Louis struck a military pose.
She laughed so hard her stomach hurt, and for a moment, everything felt easy again.
“Where’s Liam?” Kyra asked when she stopped laughing, noticing his absence. The three boys exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them.
“Um, Liam went to meet up with… Zayn.” Louis glanced at Harry sadly before turning back to Kyra.
“Liam is really the only one he’s been talking to since he left.” Louis finished.
The name hit her like a memory she hadn’t invited back.
Zayn left the band not long after she left him.
Not immediately. In fact, the months that followed were the worst of his life. If he used to come home in the early hours before, now he didn’t come home at all. The apartment felt unbearable without her, too quiet, too empty, stripped of warmth. There was no point in going back to a place that no longer held her voice, her presence, her love.
He disappeared. Pushed people away. Lost patience with everything.
Eventually, he sought help. And help asked questions he had avoided his entire life. Questions about identity, purpose, and self-destruction. Questions that hurt to answer but hurt more to ignore.
For sure leaving One Direction wasn’t easy, wasn’t clean. But it was necessary...and through it all, Liam stayed, he'd always had a stronger friendship with him anyways.
“But don’t worry, I’ll text him right now and let him know. He wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Harry said, already typing.
Kyra blinked rapidly, forcing the memories back.
“Sure,” she said quickly. “I’ll be waiting for you guys. I love you!”
She hung up and stared at her reflection in the black screen.
“Come on,” she whispered. “Get over it.”
The week passed faster than she expected, and suddenly she was standing in the center of her newest store, dressed elegantly, surrounded by light, music, people, cameras. Her biggest opening yet. Family, friends, press, fans...everyone celebrating what she had built.
“I hope I get a discount,” a familiar voice teased behind her.
Kyra turned instantly, her eyes widening as she threw herself into Harry’s arms. “HARRY!”, he lifted her off the ground, spinning her effortlessly as they both laughed.
“We’ll get one too, right? I just saw a jacket that was fire,” Niall added, with Louis nodding enthusiastically.
Kyra hugged all of them at once, Niall, Louis, Liam, holding on a second longer than necessary.
“I can’t even tell you how much I missed you guys!”
“We missed you too! Our little bee has become a queen bee and owner of her own hive,” Niall said dramatically.
“Kyra, I…need to tell you something...” Liam started, guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry, but maybe I—”
Kyra stopped breathing, something very much familiar was approaching.
A buzz cut. More tattoos. Broader shoulders. Melting eyes.
“Zayn?” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Liam murmured, before the boys gently pulled him away, leaving her alone with the one person she had never truly left behind.
“Hey, Ky,” Zayn said softly.
That damn nickname.
“Hey,” she managed.
“Congratulations,” he said. Seconds that felt like days passed, making his heart ache.
“Hey, I’m so sorry for showing up here uninvited, at such an important event for you. But that’s precisely why I had to come. Liam got the message while he was with me, and Ky—”
“Can we just…” Kyra interrupted, forcing a polite smile. “Can we just not do it here?… not now. Maybe we can talk more calmly later.”
She walked away before her walls collapsed. Didn’t cry. She smiled. She drank white wine,champagne. She talked to people as if everything was just right as it was supposed to be, of course she also avoided the boys entirely.
As the hours passed, the crowd thinned, the lights dimmed, and the music stopped completely. Until she was completely alone in her new store, well…almost alone.
“Yes, of course, I'm sorry for how I acted before… it's just that…” Kyra tried to explain, her voice low, careful, as if one wrong word could shatter whatever fragile truce existed between them in that moment. The noise of the event still hummed faintly around them, distant laughter and clinking glasses bleeding through the walls, but it all felt muted now, like the world had stepped back to give them space.
“No, no, I'm sorry. I should have realized that the middle of the event wasn't the place. I just… I really need to talk to you.”
Zayn moved closer to her then, slowly, deliberately, as if giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. He stopped just a few centimeters from her, not too close, not too far...just close enough that Kyra could feel the warmth of him, the familiarity that her body recognized before her mind could catch up. Her heart began to race despite herself.
“Go ahead,” she whispers, barely trusting her voice not to crack.
Zayn exhales, a deep, unsteady sigh that had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with fear. It was the kind of breath someone takes before stepping into something terrifying, like he was finally sitting down to take the exam he’d been studying for his entire life, praying that all the effort, all the pain, would somehow be worth it.
“There's nothing I can say to make you forgive me, I can't expect you to. The day you left… that day I felt like I died. All the shit that was going on, all the anxiety, the fear, the exhaustion—the only thing that kept me going was you, Ky.”
His voice wavered, and Kyra felt it hit her straight in the chest, knocking the air out of her lungs.
“You made me happy, you always did. From the first day we met at school, I knew you were the one for me. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry with all my heart because I lost myself. Everything I was disappeared, I was consumed, and you were there to support me through everything. I didn't see it, and I hate myself for it.”
His eyes glistened under the soft lights, and his voice trembled despite his effort to stay composed. Kyra felt her own eyes burn almost immediately, that familiar sting she’d learned to fear because once it started, it never stopped gently. She swallowed hard, her chest tight.
“Zayn…” she sighed, his name leaving her lips like a quiet ache rather than a word.
“Please,” he continues quickly, like he’s afraid she’ll stop him if he pauses. “That night I wanted to follow you, I wanted to run after you and do anything to make you stay, but I couldn't allow myself to, Ky. I couldn't allow myself to keep hurting you, to keep seeing you like this because of me. I needed to fix myself first… but just because I didn't follow you that night doesn't mean I let you go, Ky. Letting you go forever was never an option.”
Kyra’s tears finally spilled over, tracing slow paths down her cheeks as she listened. Every word felt like reopening old wounds and healing them at the same time.
“And I'm so sorry it took me that long to realize,” Zayn goes on, his voice breaking now, “but I couldn't follow you. Ky, I couldn't follow you. I couldn't go looking for you because I couldn't allow myself to keep hurting you—the person I love most, the person I've always loved, the only person who made me feel understood and supported.”
By this point, Kyra was crying openly, her shoulders trembling as she struggled to breathe through the emotion crashing over her. Zayn stepped closer, unable to resist anymore, gently cupping her cheeks in his hands like she was something precious, something fragile he was terrified of breaking again. His thumbs brushed away her tears with aching tenderness.
“I looked for help, I found it and I found myself again.”
He lifts her chin just enough for her to look at him, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were red now, rimmed with emotion, but clear in a way she hadn’t seen in so long.
“And I know it sounds selfish like shit, but I looked for you, and I found you. I can't let myself lose you again, Ky. I won't.”
The last words came out as a whisper, raw and desperate, like a promise he was making not just to her, but to himself.
Silence falls between them for a few seconds, heavy and sacred. Kyra needed the time—to breathe, to process, to let the years of pain and longing settle into something she could finally understand. She had dreamed of this moment more times than she could count, and now it was here, real and imperfect and overwhelming.
“I couldn't keep letting myself be destroyed the way I was, Zayn,” she finally says, her voice trembling but steady enough to be honest. “I couldn't keep seeing you like that. I tried everything to help you, but I just couldn't let myself watch you destroy yourself like that.”
She exhales shakily, her forehead falling briefly against his chest before she looks back up at him.
“I just wanted my Zayn back,” she whispers.
“I love you, Ky… I loved you, I love you, and I always will… Please, I'm sorry.”
He presses his forehead to hers, their noses almost brushing, his breath uneven against her skin.
“I love you, Ky… I loved you, I love you, and I always will… Please, I'm sorry.”
“I love you, Zy,” she replies through tears, her hands gripping his jacket like she’s afraid he might disappear if she lets go. “I always have, I do now… and I think I always will.”
That was all they needed.
They had always known, felt it in the quiet moments, in the pain, in the absence, in the way no one else had ever quite fit the empty spaces inside them. Problems existed everywhere, life was never simple, but what they shared had always been stronger than fear, stronger than mistakes. And the fact that he had owned his failures, that he had healed and come back with honesty in his eyes, meant everything to her.
He was back—truly back—and she wasn’t about to push him away for anything in the world.
The kiss that followed wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow, gentle, and necessary. Not sexual, not dramatic, but deeply emotional, as if they were breathing life back into each other. It felt like something missing had finally returned home, like empty spaces in their hearts had been filled exactly the way they were always meant to be—by each other.
Harry woke to a small shift in the mattress beside him. He probably would have ignored it if it weren’t for the tiny sigh she let out and an extra twitch that caused him to jump just a hair.
“Kitten?” He questioned. “Y’okay?” He asked her, turning to face her sleepy self on her side of the bed.
She sighed almost in annoyance...he swore it was annoyance. But it was night, and he was just asleep—how could he have annoyed her? “Hi Harry,” she whispered. She was entirely too awake sounding. He blinked against the darkness trying to make out her shape but couldn’t.
“S’matter?” he murmured. He reached out for her across the empty space in the mattress.
“Erm...” she sounded embarrassed. Harry wished the light was on. Maybe then he could see why she sounded so odd for such a literal dark moment and in the middle of the night. They were sleeping. What could she be embarrassed about? He tried to do the mental math of the last time she was distraught with cramps, maybe she was bleeding into the mattress...something had to be the cause.
Harry was feeling for her arm and thought it was in a weird position. She always slept twisted like a vine in the bed, the sheets around her legs it made impossible for Harry to ever have the appropriate amount of covers when sleeping. It was adorable but always required a bit of searching on his part to find her limbs so he could hold her hand or spoon with her without breaking her elbow.
His hand was looking for hers in the covers, but it was...missing? He searched along her arm until... He felt much more awake as he discovered her hand. “Kitten,” he repeated. “Are you...?” He was floored to say the least. Her hand clearly about to touch herself...right next to him...while he slept.
“Harry,” she said quietly almost brokenly. “I... I’ve been awake for two hours and I just want to...need to have an orgasm so I can fall asleep,” she said quickly. He knew she was blushing. He could have been blind, and he would know that.
He was extra shocked. “Oh...well...why...?” His brain was processing at one-third the speed it should have. She was awake. Trying to pleasure herself. While he was asleep next to her. In the middle of the night.
She sighed heavily. “Why didn’t I wake you?” She wondered.
“Uh...yeah?” He asked. He was desperate to see her now, his eyes trying to adjust to the dark, but the room was pitch black. He couldn’t even make out the whites of her eyes. He reached out again and gently caressed her cheek.
“Because...” she sounded so frustrated. “I’m so tired, Harry,” she almost sounded like she was on the brink of tears. “I just want to fall asleep...and I can’t...I’m sorry I just can’t focus on you right now, I just...need to be selfish because if I don’t cum, I won’t fall asleep and I think I’ll cry if I can’t sleep soon,” she explained. His lips parted at her bluntness. He could feel himself harden at the idea of her trying to quietly finish herself off while he slept.
“Y’can be selfish,” he said quickly. His brain was up to one-half processing speed now. It was all becoming a little clearer. “Um...do y’do this a lot?” He asked. His heart was beating a little faster now in his chest as he pictured his beautiful girl trying to cum to fall asleep. The idea had him...he was aching at the idea. He could picture her fingers pressing against her clit sliding into herself...oh it was too much for him.
“N-no,” she said quickly. But it made it sound like she did it a lot. “That’s...”
“S’really hot, kitten,” he said knowingly his voice sounded deeper and she knew he was picturing it. She could feel him hardening at the prospect of her touching herself while he was sleeping. He inched himself closer to her. “Can...can I help?”
“I just...”
“I don’t have to,” he amended quickly. “Just want to help you be comfortable and sleep,” he said stroking her face with his hand. “Nothin’ to do with me, kitten,” he whispered. “S’all ‘bout you,” he promised. “Y’can be selfish all y’want,” he said huskily as he continued to picture her quietly twitching beside him.
“But you’re...” she nudged him with her leg feeling his hard length pressing against her.
“Well, kitten. M’only a man,” he chuckled darkly and pulled her close. His nose traced a line along the side of her cheek “Y’jus’ told me that y’make yourself cum while m’sleeping right next to you,” he reminded her. “I love to watch y’cum...you’re always so pretty when you do,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Can’t help it, that’s the hottest thing ‘ve ever heard of,” he said into her ear and then lightly took her earlobe between his lips. His breath was hot in her ear.
“But...”
“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” he mumbled and guided her hands back to her, what had to be an aching pussy. “Can always get you to cum again tomorrow when you’re more awake,” he mumbled and kissed a line from her ear down her neck. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered. “Make yourself cum.”
“Uh...” she cleared her throat shyly. She wanted the relief, but it felt awkward now.
“I can if you want,” his voice was so husky. There was a time and place for Harry’s mouth and/or fingers but it wasn’t now. She desperately wanted to fall asleep as quickly as possible. Harry was slow and languid and always made her desperate in a whole other way. Harry’s mouth on her wouldn’t work the way she wanted to.
“Um...”
“Jus’,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to her temple wanting to be encouraging. “Do it,” he mumbled in her ear. “Please?” He asked. “S’pretty,” he repeated.
She moaned quietly as his lips pressed against her ear. “I...”
“Don’t feel bad, kitten,” he murmured. “Won’t mind if y’cum for me,” he promised her. “S’always tomorrow,” he reminded her. And well, she really wanted to sleep.
Her fingers found their way back to her center. “That’s better kitten,” he whispered. “Innit?” He could feel her twitching already. He must have interrupted her at the worst time when he woke her up. He could practically imagine his cock wrapped up in the tight warm walls of her pussy. He was eager to get her to sleep so he could wake her up tomorrow and feel for himself.
But right now, was only about her. Her fingers worked over her clit in fast little circles. “Tell me what you’re thinkin’ ‘bout,” Harry begged.
“Y-you,” she breathed.
“Mm...” he hummed. “What ‘bout me?” He asked and he trailed his fingers over her skin.
“How...big...and...” She was already breathless. He wondered more about how often she did this. “Warm...and the way you stretch me,” she whispered
“Oh, kitten. M’ego,” he joked quietly, and he pressed more kisses to her skin. “Gonna cum fo’ me?” He asked hotly in her ear. He knew all the signs of her body like his own. He was rock hard at the thought of all this. Of course, he still couldn’t see her, but it might have been for the best. He surely would have a much harder time letting her be selfish if he saw her pretty little fingers doing all the naughty things, he wished he could.
The morning wasn’t so far away, though. He could wait that long.
“Yeah...” she moaned, and she tucked her face against his neck.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Cum fo’ me,” he said softly.
She smacked her free hand onto Harry’s forearm and gripped tightly. Her legs twitched and she moaned quietly as he pressed a kiss to her mouth to swallow the sound. Everything about her was incredible. Sighing with relief, Harry could feel her heart beneath his arm slowing as she came down from her high. “Y’know kitten, y’can be selfish whenever y’want,” he breathed. “Are you sleepy?” He wondered.
“Mm...” she hummed in response. He kissed her nose and tucked her head beneath his chin. “Love you,” she murmured tiredly.
You smiled up at the theater screen as small snippets of you and Harry flashed up. It was not even twenty seconds in, and there was already a picture of you and Harry at five years old hugging the life out of one another. Harry had his hand clutched in yours and couldn’t keep the wide grin off his face as the movie continued. His movie.
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Johanna passed you the marker, and you scribbled your message to Harry on the phonebooth. Keep dreaming big, love. You’ll make the impossible possible - Y/N
You knew Harry would smile and that he did.
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“I like Holmes Chapel. Pretty much everything else in my life has changed … except for like, comin’ down here it’s just exactly the same,” Harry stated, holding your hand tighter as you two walked along a creek back home.
“My first kiss was down here. I kissed this one like a bit further down. We were against a tree,” he gestured to you, and you blushed. “It was pretty steamy,” he smirked, and you shoved him playfully as he laughed.
“You can’t deny it,” he teased, bumping his shoulder with yours, and you rolled your eyes, letting a small giggle slip past.
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“You know, you meet a lot of people who kind of see a media perception of you,” Harry said, shoving his hands in his pockets as he tried to deflect the cold. “And it’s just nice comin’ here and spending a bit of time with people who know me,” his body leaned against yours, and you kissed his forehead.
He grabbed your hand, continuing to wander before flopping down bringing you with him. You sprawled yourself out across the grass, feeling the cool air whipping past your face, but you missed that feeling. It used to irritate you, but now it was a sign of home.
“I love your dimples, Haz,” you mumbled sleepily. “I want to squish your cute little cheeks.”
“Go ahead,” he approved.
You squished his cheeks until they turned pink. The funny faces he made were everything. The way he wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows was adorable.
Every time you removed your hands from his face to readjust, he grinned, showing more of his gorgeous dimples.
“I love you, baby,” Harry said gently, rubbing his sore, pink cheeks, “but my face hurts.”
“I’m so sorry, Love,” you apologized. “Do you need kissies to make it better?”
He nodded wordlessly and let you press messy kisses to his face. Eventually, you leaned back against the pillows and ran your fingers through his chocolaty curls.
Friends, this might be a long shot but you gotta help me out, please. I’m looking for this Harry Styles Fan Fic from YEARS ago. I mean YEARS.
I don’t really remember what year I read it but I read it on here. I also don’t remember the title BUT here are the details I do remember:
Harry’s deaf in the fan fic
He works at a bakery. I think it was called La Petite Boulangerie.
The girl likes angel hair pasta.
Harry’s boss has kids who really like hanging with him.
I came across the fic long ago and then remembered it a few years back, searching for it but never found it again and then my best friend and I were talking about fan fics earlier and I remembered this fic again.
It also had a bunch of parts so I think it was a full blown series.
If you guys have any leads, or anything, please let me know! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Summary: When Harry sees you ‘flirting’ with a guy at one of his games, you have to reassure him that you’re his and only his.
Warning(s): Flashbacks, bias, baseballrry, jealousy, argument, poorly written smut (face fucking) {the characters at the time of the smut are seniors in high school and are 18 years old}
A/N: This is my first completely written smut and it’s not even like, actual sex, but yeah. This is definitely the first one that I’ve ever posted, so please be nice :)). I am aware that it’s definitely awful, but I had an idea and I wrote it :)).
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Baseball players were obnoxious. They were loud and over the top in everything that they did. They were the only team at school that actually won anything, so they thought that they were the absolute best, and they would rub that in anyone’s face whenever they got the chance.
The part that made you hate them the most, however, was the fact that every single one of them is attractive. They were hot and they all knew it. This wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t flaunt themselves and watch all the girls fall to their knees for them.
Well, mostly all the girls. You wouldn’t be caught dead with any of the baseball players. You made that abundantly clear every chance that you got, and most of them seemed to understand.
Actually, all of them understood except for one. The one you hated the most. The captain of the baseball team, the best looking one of all, Harry Styles.
He was as egotistical and narcissistic as they come. He watched girls fawn over him and made it into a joke. He would see how far he could string them along before breaking it off, only to see them fall apart.
He was a dick and you could not stand to even be in the same room as him. You rolled your eyes every time that he looked in your direction and you ignored him every time that he tried to talk to you.
Until the day that the worst thing that could have ever happened in Chemistry class unfolded.
It was the beginning of the second semester, which meant that everyone got a new lab partner. To everyone in the class, it made absolutely no sense, but Mrs. Madison was always going on and on about the fact that the class needed to make new friends and branch out more, Which, apparently, she thought would be accomplished by making you work with a random person for an hour every day while doing labs in the absolute worst subject in school.
Every attempt to complain about the changes, however, were completely futile. She didn’t have a single care in the world for the wants of her class, she just did what she wanted.
Which was apparently making your life a living hell.
She went through the roster, randomly assigning partners until she got to your name.
“Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles.” You tried your best to hide the grimace that had etched its way onto your features and the groan of frustration that was fighting to come out.You had looked over at him, hoping that he would complain and she would change partners, seeing as she had always had a soft spot for Harry, but to no avail. He had a wide grin on his face, as if hearing that sentence had made his week.
And so it started, the hour every day that would rarely be spent working, but more so to get to know one another better. At first, it had been him trying to get to know you better, but eventually, you had loosened up, had realized that if you were going to be stuck with him, then you might as well be civil.
“Come on, Y/N, just tell me something about you.” He had whined.
“What do you wanna know, Styles?” You could tell by the look in his eyes that you had caught him off guard. He had thought that he would have to work harder to get you to tell him something.
“Anything, anything at all.” He looked genuinely interested and you couldn't help but shake the feeling that maybe you were wrong about him. But that was absurd, right?
“I like photography and I write sometimes.” You had mumbled, hoping that he wouldn’t hear. Of course, he did hear it, every single word of it.
But he didn’t make fun of you like you had thought he would, he had just softly smiled at you, mumbled a “thanks” and then continued with the lab.
Weeks passed and every class period was getting easier and easier to attend, until one day, you found yourself actually looking forward to the class. You were absolutely perplexed. Who in their right minds actually looked forward to chemistry? You couldn’t fathom why your attitude had suddenly shifted. That is, until you walked into the classroom and saw him sitting there.
Who would’ve thought? Harry Styles was the reason that you were excited to come to chemistry. It had taken him mere weeks to tear down the walls that you had worked so hard to keep up.
It was like he hadn’t even tried. He had just been nice. And for the first time ever, you didn’t think that he had been doing it to use you. He had been genuinely nice and you had fallen for it. You had become just like every other girl in the school.
You had fallen for the boy with the pretty green eyes. It wasn't like you had just taken one look at him and fallen, though. That’s where you were different. It had taken you weeks. But it still happened nonetheless. He still ended up with you wrapped around his finger.
‘Now it’s just a matter of time before he uses it against me,’ you had thought to yourself before taking your seat next to him.
It had been two years since that day. You were now seniors and he had yet to use it against you. In fact, he had fallen for you before you had fallen for him and he was ecstatic when he found out that you had feelings for him.
He had been the perfect boyfriend for two years and counting. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Everyone thought he was the absolute perfect man, and really, he was. There was only one thing about him that you could ever complain about, and honestly, you couldn’t even call it a flaw.
Harry just had the tendency to get jealous. Of course, he trusted you. It’s just that he didn’t trust everyone else.
And that’s the exact reason that you’re in the situation with Harry that you are.
“Why him? You could’ve cheated with anyone, why’d you pick him?” He runs a shaking hand through his unruly curls that were still drenched with sweat. “You know how I feel about that piece of shit.” He stops for a moment, looking you in the eyes, and you can see the anger burning behind the jade irises. “That’s why you did it, isn’t it?” He accuses.
“Harry, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t cheat on you!” You throw your hands up in the air, frustrated by the fact that he won’t listen to you and hurt because he thinks you would actually do such a thing. “Why would I cheat on you? especially with him?”
“I don’t know!” He yells, not being able to contain it any longer. “Everyone fucking warned me, don’t get too attached to someone, you’ll get your heart broken.” He looks in your direction, but you can tell that he’s not actually looking at you. “What they never told me, though, is that I would fall so in love with someone only for them to rip my heart out of my chest and beat it repeatedly with a sledgehammer.” He’s back to pacing around the room, looking everywhere but you. “I told them all, ‘no, it’ll be fine. I love her. She loves me. We’ll be alright. That won’t happen.’ But maybe I was wrong. Maybe they had a point.”
“Will you please let me explain myself, H?” You try, wanting to get him to see the truth in the situation and not what he wants to see just because he hates Malachi. “Just let me tell you what happened and then we can talk, please.” You beg him. All you need is a few seconds and everything can be fixed. You can cuddle up to your loving boyfriend and put everything behind you. Or maybe you can congratulate him on the fourth win of the season, leaving his team undefeated.
He doesn’t seem to hear your question, though, and he mumbles something. At first, your brain doesn’t register what’s been said, but then you process. It hits you like a train, and you’re speechless for a moment. Everything that had been floating around in your head left the moment that you realized how he was really feeling.
Apparently, you go without saying anything for too long, being completely shell-shocked and all, so he repeats himself, thinking that you couldn’t hear him the first time. “Am I not good enough?” He finally stops pacing, looking up at you, and for a second, you wish that you had never faced him. There are tears in his eyes, threatening to spill onto his blotchy cheeks. He looks absolutely disheveled and your heart breaks at the sight. This wasn’t the first time that you had discussed this with him.
Harry wasn’t the arrogant guy that he pretended to be at school. He was insecure and he doubted himself in everything that he did. The only thing that made him feel like he was enough for anybody was you, and he thought that you were trying to leave him for someone else.
“Harry, baby.” You say, walking over to him and trying to grab his hands. “Listen to me please.”
He pulls away and spits, “Don’t call me baby.” You know he doesn’t mean it, he just pushes everyone away when he gets like this. He’d rather be alone than think he’s burdening anybody.
You take a deep breath in, trying to force the tears in your eyes to stay there and not spill onto your face. This was about him, not you. You had no right to shift the focus onto yourself by letting the tears fall. Not that he would blame you, he would drop everything to make you feel better, which is why you couldn’t cry right now. It was your turn to make him feel better.
“Harry, listen.” You say, grabbing his hand. “You’re everything. I could never ask for anyone better.” There’s nothing but truth in your voice, and you hope that he can hear it.
“Then why do you want him?” He asks, no longer sounding hateful, just hurt. He pulls his hand out of your grasp and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s too far into his insecurities for you to fix this with a sentence or two.
“I don’t. Harry, I don’t. I want you. And that’s what I was trying to tell him when you walked over.” You take his hand in yours again, holding tighter than last time, not wanting him to pull away again. To your relief, he doesn’t. He just let’s you guide him to the bed. You sit down at the end and pull him to sit beside you.
Once he’s settled, you raise a hand to his hair and push it out of his eyes, knowing that he hates when his hair falls into his line of vision. “Yes, he asked me out. Yes, he told me that I should choose him.” he stiffens and you can feel the anger coming back to his body, so you quickly continue, “But I didn’t. I didn’t choose him, because he isn’t you,” you slide into his lap, placing one knee on the bed on each side of him, straddling him. You cup his face in your hands and continue, “and you are the only,” you lean in and give him a quick peck, “one,” you lean in again, “that,” another, “I’ll” your lips linger slightly longer this time, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer, “ever,” you’re back to quick pecks, “want.”
You move your hands from his face, letting them slide down over his neck and come to a rest on his shoulders.
You lean your head down, letting your lips find purchase on the taut skin of his jaw, leaving wet kisses down to the dip of his collar bones. Between every kiss, you murmur a praise to him.
“You’re so handsome, baby.”
“You deserve the world.”
“You’re so good to me.”
“Love you so much.”
“Look so good in that uniform.”
“Such a good baseball player, wanna reward you.”
At the last one, he pulls back slightly, scanning your face, ensuring that you’re not only doing this because you were arguing. “You sure, baby? Don’t have to do anything just because you think I’m mad.” He runs a hand down your back, letting you know that it’s fine if you don’t want to. The action sends shivers throughout your body.
“Wanna show you how proud of you I am, how much I love you. Would you like that baby?” You ask, waiting for him to approve, not wanting to push him if he really doesn’t want you to do anything.
After a moment of consideration, he nods his head, “Please, love.”
Your lips find their way back to his, immediately locking into a kiss. It’s not like the ones that you usually share. It’s not rushed. There’s no teeth knocking against one another’s, there’s no fight for dominance. It’s smooth and soft, tongues gliding together and seamlessly allowing your mouths to mold.
After a moment, you move slightly, allowing your lips to fall in quick succession all around his face, kissing every feature that you adore beyond comparison. Every detail that he seems to hate about himself.
You let your lips land on the dimples that make your heart flutter, the crinkles by his eyes that make your tummy erupt in butterflies, the freckles that make you want to run your finger over them for hours on end. You kiss every inch of his face, because his face is the most perfect one that you had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Once you’re satisfied that his face has been moved on enough, you move down to his neck, nipping and sucking marks into his skin. He groans when you place an open mouthed kiss on a particularly sensitive spot and you smirk into his skin.
Usually, you would pay special attention to that spot, but that was never really for him. Sure, it felt good to him, but you just really loved the groans that would fall from his lips. So, you would drag out the time you spent adoring that single spot.
Today, however, was all about his pleasure. And you know that he hates the teasing more than anything. He doesn’t need the foreplay, the kissing and sucking all over his body. All that he needs is to see you on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes.
So, as you move down his neck, you begin to unbutton his baseball jersey. Once the final button is undone, you push it off his shoulders and look at the man in front of you. How you got lucky enough to be with him, you’ll never know.
You begin to kiss down his chest, paying slight attention to the places that you know make him tick. You know that he doesn’t need it, but you also know that they make him feel good, and that’s all that you want to do, make him feel good.
You continue making your way across his chest, kissing and licking. When you get to his nipples, you let your tongue run over them for a moment. You let your teeth gently graze over the peak, and his body jolts into you.
“Baby, please.” He whimpers. You look up at him, giving him a look of mock innocence as you make your way to his other nipple. You repeat your actions before moving down his torso.
You stop once again at his butterfly tattoo, letting your tongue run along the lines of it. He lets out a choppy breath, and you know he’s putty in your hands. You’ve got him right where you want him.
You make your way lower, yet again stopping at his fern tattoos. As you run your tongue across them, pausing slightly every now and then to nip at his hips, his hands rake through your hair, gripping on to the strands like they’re his tethers to reality.
“Not gonna tease you today baby, is that okay?” You murmur against his hip, knowing that you not having your mouth exactly where he wants you to be is killing him.
“Yeah, that’s fine baby just please, need your mouth so bad.” He begs, and you have no choice but to give him what he wants. You pop the button on his baseball pants, pulling both them and his boxers down his legs. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, red and leaking. It’s not like you’ve never seen him before, he’s just so pretty in every aspect, and it seems to catch you off guard every time.
“You sound so pretty when you beg for me, H.” You all but whimper, letting your mouth move further down as he kicks his pants completely off.
You settle comfortably on your knees in front of him. You let your hands come up to the top of his thigh, scratching your nails down the skin.
He hisses, and you take his moment of distraction to lick the pearl of precum that has settled at the tip of him.
Just this simple action has him bucking his hips and letting out a broken whimper. You can’t help but smile, knowing that you’re the reason that he’s reacting like that.
When you peer up at him and see him looking at you with pure adoration, you take him in your mouth, sucking at the tip before bobbing further down. The hand in your hair clenches, like he’s trying not to push your head down as far as you can go. Like he’s trying not to make you choke on him.
You pull off of him and revel in the whimper that escapes his mouth. “Do you want to fuck my face baby?”
He chokes out a groan, nodding his head slightly. You reach for his other hand, which had been clenched tightly in a fist by his side, and place it in your hair alongside the other one. He shoots you a wary glance that quickly dissipates as you say, “Then do it. Please, H.”
He lets out a light chuckle. “Who’s begging now?”
He doesn’t give you time to answer. He pushes back into your mouth, and you can’t help but moan. Him having you like this is one of your favorite sexual activities with him.He starts slow, easy. It’s always like this. He uses shallow thrusts to give you time to adjust to the experience.
Little by little, though, he pushes deeper. He can’t help it, really. You’re just so wet and warm. You feel like heaven to him.
You hollow your cheeks, slowly moving your tongue along the underside of him, feeling the veins running across the muscle.
“That’s it, baby, feel so good for me.” He groans, pushing your head down further, causing you to slightly choke, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
He pulls your head back, just as he does every single time, and asks, “Are you okay, lovie?”
Your heart swells, but you’re too impatient to dwell on it, you want him back down your throat. “I’m perfect. Now please, please let me make you feel good.” You stick your tongue back out and he places the tip of his dick on your muscle.
The only warning he gives you is a slight nod before he pushes back down your throat, immediately setting a brutal pace, hips snapping forward as he pulls your head towards his hips by your hair.
You can feel the ache beginning to settle in your jaw and the burn in the back of your throat. You know that you won’t be able to comfortably talk for the next few days, but it was always worth it.
“Look at you baby, taking me so well.” He groans, praising you.
The spit was pooling in your mouth, as it always does, and you know that sooner rather than later, you’ll be making an absolute mess of yourself.
He pushes all the way to the back of your throat, and you feel yourself gag, but you know that he won’t let up before he feels like it, so you push your gag reflex down and do your best to breathe through your nose.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Taking all of me like a good girl.” He brings his hand down to your throat, squeezing at it gently, just adding a little bit of pressure.
You moan around him, and that’s when the spit begins to fall, covering your chin. He smiles down at you, mumbling something about you being his messy little baby and continues to thrust into your mouth.
The only thing that you can taste is him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock against your tongue. You can also feel the way that he’s twitching in your mouth, how every thrust is bringing him closer and closer to his end.
You hollow your cheeks around him and suck a little harder. You hear him groan from above you and his hips stutter.
He’s a lot closer than you thought he was.
You double your efforts, moving your head along with him, holding his cock all the way in your throat for longer than you had been, sucking a little harder on the tip when he pulls back.
He’s being unapologetically loud, moaning and groaning about how good you are for him, and you can’t help but be proud. You made him that way.
Seconds later, you can feel the first string of his release. He goes to apologize and pull out of your mouth, but you slightly shake your head and grab his thighs. You know how hot he thinks it is when you swallow.
You take everything he has to offer before swallowing every last drop. When you stand back up, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, showing him that there’s nothing left.
He groans and pulls you closer, catching your lips in a heated kiss. This time, it’s complete teeth and tongue.
“Want me to make you feel as good as you made me feel, love?” He asks.You just shake your head. He looks offended, so you quickly elaborate. “I congratulated you for winning baby, that was a one way thing. Don’t need you to do anything for me, I’m okay.”
“You sure?” You smile at how persistent he is. He’s just as eager to please as you are.
“I’m sure.” He nods, dragging you onto the beg to cuddle with him.
“I’ll just pay you back another time, then.” He promises. You roll your eyes.
“It’s not something to pay back, H.”
“Fine then, I’ll give you head randomly just because I want to. Or maybe next time you do good on a test. Anytime really.” He chuckles.
“Alright, alright. Can we go to bed? I’m tired.” You whine. He just looks over at you and smiles, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your lips.
“Night, baby.”
“Night night.”
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Okay so I tried hehe. Thank you for reading!! Come talk to me if you wanna :)))
Warnings; Daddy kink, praise kink, unsafe sex (but you guys are married so...)
So I had this in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to post it...I hope you enjoy it xx
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You were watching Harry from the doorway as he was putting your daughter to bed. He fluffed her pillow exactly how she liked it. He tucked the duvet under her little legs and sat next to her, ready to read her a bedtime story. He opened the book and barely had time to read her two pages before she started yawning. Harry closed the book and put it back on the shelf with her dozen of other story books. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead before kissing all of her plush toys so they would have a good night of sleep too.
"Daddy's very proud of you, you did good today and got ready for bed like a big girl," Leah smiled widely before closing her eyes when Harry wished her a good night, "Now sleep, baby. I love you. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, love you, daddy," the little girl replied, and she was asleep before Harry closed her bedroom door.
"Have you been spying on us for a while?" Harry laughed when he saw you. You shook your head no, laughing too, and followed Harry downstairs. The kitchen was an absolute mess and Harry walked to the sink, pushing the long sleeve of his shirt up, ready to start cleaning but it could wait because you had other plans. You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, molding your body against his, your cheek pressed against his shoulder blade as one of your hands slipped under his shirt and slowly traced the outline of the butterfly tattoo on his abdomen. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, you loved Harry's smell.
Harry was turning on the water to fill the sink when you spoke again, "I wanna make Daddy proud too," you whispered, your lips grazing the shell of his ear and you felt Harry shiver under your fingers. Harry turned off the water and slowly turned around to face you. Your arms were still locked around him and he put two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. You had a small smirk playing on your lips, you knew exactly what you were doing and the effect your words were having on him.
"Oh kitten, you wanna make Daddy proud?" Harry asked, his voice deeper than usual, a sign he was getting aroused. You nodded and Harry arched an eyebrow.
"Use your words kitten."
"Yes, Daddy," you replied, fluttering your eyelashes.
A smile spread on Harry's face and he dipped his head to press a kiss to your lips.
"I'm gonna clean the-"
"But-"
"No 'but', you said you want to make me proud so I'm gonna clean the kitchen and you are going to our room to get ready, am I being clear? Unless you wanna be punished?" Harry asked and you shivered at the idea of Harry's large hand spanking you but that was not part of your plan tonight. This isn't what you wanted. You unwrapped your arms from around him and let Harry turn his attention back to the dirty dishes.
You climbed the stairs slowly, careful to not wake up Leah as you passed by her bedroom door. You loved your daughter but waking her up would ruin your plan for the night. In your bedroom you closed the door behind you and walked to the en-suite bathroom. You peeled off your jumper and threw it in the laundry basket, your jeans followed quickly leaving you only in your underwear. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror and debated with yourself if you should keep these on or change into some of your sexier undergarments. After a while you decided these would do, anyway as soon as Harry joined you they would not stay on for a long time.
You brushed your hair and your teeth before going back to your bedroom. Harry was climbing the stairs a lot less silently than you and you hoped it would not wake Leah. You grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor at the foot of your bed before you dropped to your knees and put your hands behind your back just as Harry opened the door. You saw him looking at you up and down and smiled.
He walked up to you and caressed your hair gently, you leaned into his hand and closed your eyes.
"Are you ready, kitten? I bet your knickers are soaked already, aren't they?"
"Yes Daddy," you replied.
"You're being such a good girl for me, I saw you almost nod but you used your words without needing me to remind you. You're already making Daddy proud."
A blush creeped up your cheeks and you felt hot all over. No matter how long you and Harry had been together and had started exploring kinks, you always blushed when he praised you. Making Harry proud was your favourite.
"Are you good on your knees or do they hurt?"
"I'm good."
"Don't lie to me," Harry warned you and you shook your head.
"I swear I'm okay."
Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of your head.
"Good. I will go get change, don't move."
"Not going anywhere Daddy."
You watched Harry disappear in the bathroom and patiently waited for him to come back. Your knees were not hurting, thanks to the pillow under them, but you still couldn't wait to be on the bed. Harry came back into the room only wearing black pants. You could see the outline of his half hard cock and your mouth watered at the thought of having it in your mouth. Your pussy throbbed at the idea and you bit your bottom lip. Harry walked closer to you stopping right in front of your face, his bulge mere centimeter away. It was taking all of your willpower to not lean to to mouth at it.
"Is that what you want, kitten?," Harry asked, cupping his cock through his underwear, caressing himself slowly, "You want Daddy's cock in your mouth?" Harry asked and you nodded, he knew you so well. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out and Harry laughed.
"Oh look at you, always so eager. I should make you wait," Harry chuckled and you tried to glare at him from under your lashes, only making Harry laugh harder.
Harry caressed your cheek before pressing his thumb against your bottom lip.
"Suck on this first," Harry said as he pushed the pad of his thumb against your lips.
You opened your mouth easily and closed your lips around his thumb to suckle on it, twirling your tongue expertly around it as if it was his dick. You loved feeling the rough pad of it on your tongue but that's not what you wanted now, not what you needed. You looked up and Harry had his head thrown back and his mouth was half open, he was gorgeous as always. You made a small sound in the back of your throat and Harry pulled his thumb out of your mouth.
He took a step back and you watched him slowly sliding his underwear down his tan thighs, leaving himself naked and hard. His cock was fully hard now, the tip flushed and leaking.
"Daddy," you pleaded before sticking your tongue out again.
Harry didn't move, he simply took his hard length in his hand, pumping it slowly. He was torturing you and he knew it. You pouted and he chuckled before finally taking a step forward. His cock still in hand he traced your lips with the tip, smearing precum all over your lips until you opened up but he didn't push it in yet.
"You look obscene like that, baby girl. Your lips are all red and puffy and shiny. Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock in my mouth, please, I need it."
"So polite. How much do you want it, baby?"
"So much. I've been wet all day just thinking about the weight of it on my tongue, about the way my jaw aches because of the stretch because you're so big," you replied. Harry was looking pleased, you were not the only one with a praise kink.
"Is that so? Did you touch yourself thinking about it?"
"No."
"Good girl. You deserve it," Harry said before he pushed his cock against your lips again and you eagerly opened your mouth, taking him down your throat as far as you could. It wasn't easy with your hands behind your back but Harry gently put his hand on your head, guiding you. Your tongue was swirling around and you had a mix of spit and precum dripping on your chin. Harry moaned and it made you suck harder. Your head was bobbing up and down and Harry's cock twitched in your mouth. He pulled back and you whined when he removed his cock from between your lips.
"Don't wanna come yet, kitten. Want to make you feel good too," he added. You wanted to argue but you knew you would lose so you said nothing and waited for Harry's instructions.
"Get up please."
You moved up to your feet, happy to not be on your knees anymore. Harry kissed you, hard and messy and before you had time to kiss back he had already pulled back.
"Can I undress you?"
"Yes."
He reached behind you and unhook your bra and let it slide down your arms. He threw it somewhere behind him and he moved to your knickers, sliding them down your thighs slowly and throwing them with your bra. He pushed your legs open before taking a bite of your inner thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to leave a nice mark. Harry looked at it proudly before he got back on his feet and put his hand between your legs, cupping your pussy in his large palm.
"You're so wet kitten, already ready for me," Harry said as he easily pushed a finger between your lips and inside of you. Your mouth opened and your head fell against his shoulder. He pumped his single finger slowly before adding another one. It felt good. A cry escaped your throat when he pressed his thumb against your clit and circled it just as slow as he was fingering you. Heat was pooling in your belly and you would not last long if Harry kept fingering you like that. You had been aroused all day and Harry was applying just the right amount of pressure against your clit. He knew exactly how to get you off fast but that was not what you wanted and neither did he. He removed his fingers from you and brought them up to his lips.
"You taste so good, baby. Now get on the bed and keep your legs open."
You did as told, laying in the middle of your giant bed with your legs opened wide and you watched Harry crawling between them. He put his hands on each side of your head and leaned in. He kissed your forehead and your eyelids and your cheeks before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. He laughed when you chased after his lips but he kept kissing his way down on your body. He sucked a mark right under your ear and peppered your chest with dozens of small pecks. When he took your left nipple between his lips and sucked you moaned and arched your back. He twirled his tongue around until it hardened and he moved to the right one giving it the same treatment.
Harry was taking his time kissing each part of your body until he reached your ankles. By then you were ready to explode if he didn't fuck you soon.
"Daddy," you whined.
"What?"
"You know what."
"No, please tell me."
"Fuck me, please."
"Since you're asking so nicely," he laughed.
Harry sat back on his legs between yours and lifted them over his shoulders. He took his cock in his hand guiding it near your entrance and you closed your eyes waiting for him to finally enter you. The first slap of his cock against your pussy made you gasp, you had not been expecting it, when he did it again you moaned loudly. He did it a few times again before rubbing his cock between your wet folds coating his cock with your juices. The head of his cock pressed against your sensitive clit and your pussy throbbed once more.
"Please Harry, fuck me!"
"You're so gorgeous like that, your body is flushed and you're just waiting for me to take you, your legs wide open and your pussy glistening," Harry said, ignoring your plea.
"Please," you said again.
"Please what?"
"Do you really enjoy torturing me?"
"Yes," Harry laughed and you pushed yourself against his cock.
"Please, Daddy."
Harry smiled widely and pushed his cock between your lips again, watching it disappear in you inch by inch, slowly. The stretch was burning but it felt so good and Harry was always very gentle with you even if you had been together for years. Harry's hands were on your thighs holding them up and caressing them up and down. You pushed back against his cock, letting him know he could move and he pulled back almost just as slow as he had entered you before he pushed back in with more force. Harry set up a hard and fast pace, just how you liked it. Little broken sobs were leaving your mouth every time Harry was slamming his cock in you. Harry was growling directly in your ear and a familiar heat was pooling in your stomach again.
You were ready to come at any moment and you contracted your walls against Harry and his cock twitched inside of you. He would not last long and when he slid his hand between your sweaty bodies and started to caress your clit you knew it would be over soon for you too.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck Daddy, you feel so good."
"Yeah?"
"Yes you fuck me so good Daddy, I'm gonna come soon," you cried out as your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching hard around Harry's cock.
Harry moved his fingers away from your sensitive clit but kept fucking you. His thrusts became slower and less coordinated and you knew it would be over soon for him too. He stilled, his mouth hanging open and his cock twitched again and you felt him come deep inside of you. He stayed in you for a few more seconds before pulling out and you whined at the loss, your pussy still clenching around thin air. Harry let himself fall on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath. You could feel his come starting to leak out of your pussy and you would need a shower soon. You turned your head to look at Harry and he was looking at you with a tired smile on his lips. He brought his hand to your cheek and kissed you slowly. You closed your eyes and snuggled closer, a shiver running through your body as the cool air of the room was hitting your naked body. You wrapped your arm over Harry's torso and put your head under his chin. You pressed a kiss between his sparrow tattoos and yawned.
"You will have to carry me to the shower," you mumbled against his skin.
