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Harry rarely, rarely gets angry with YN, let alone to the point he feels like his heads about to pop off as he signs with sharp motions.
”I told you fifteen times about it. It‘s not my fault you didn’t set your alarm. I’m not your babysitter,” Harry gestures from where he’s standing in his frat house bedroom.
”No but you were awake and didn’t wake me up!” YN replies with a sour expression, “You didn’t even check and just assumed it was canceled.”
”I‘m sorry you missed an important test,” Harry huffs as his hands move, “But I’m not going to try to put this on me. You’re being a spoiled brat.”
YN signs a very obvious sign from under her chin outwards, “Fuck you” before she’s grabbing her backpack from the floor and bumping his shoulder as she storms out.
Harry follows her down the stairs where she passes the group of boys in the living room playing video games together.
Harry looks to Niall with a serious look, “Walk her home. She’s mad at me. I want her to be safe.”
”I don’t mind taking this cutie off your hands,” Niall agrees, jumping a bit too eagerly off the couch and trailing behind YN who puts up her middle finger.
”Baby, I’m not the one who hurt you. Don’t push me away,” Niall drawls dramatically, helping when Harry pinches him hard.
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YN breaks first, which rightfully so, because she was completely in the wrong.
She knows Harry will be upset if she walks back over to the frat alone this late at night and texts him instead.
come over please
And despite what a royal brat she’s been all day, the response comes almost instantly.
Be over in fifteen. x
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YN is nervous when she hears the knock, opening it to reveal a calmer, less irate boyfriend as he steps into her small room.
”Are you done being a spoiled brat?” Harry raises his eyebrow, he’s still on the edge, looking for a fight with her.
”I’m not spoiled,” YN signs back with narrowed eyes - they both know shes lying.
”Oh really?” Harry‘s tongue presses to the inside of his cheek as he stares her down, “So you want to keep fighting? Is that it? Didn’t get enough at the dorm? You want me angry?”
And YN doesn’t know what makes her so brazen but she replies, “No, I want you to fuck me.”
Harry keeps a poker face, shaking his head, “Spoiled. Fucking. Brat. Making demands. I’ll give you what you want, princess.”
Then he’s stepping forward and shouldering into her space, lips slamming against hers, and his teeth catch her lip hard - making her whine.
His hand finds his normal position, wrapped gently around her throat to feel the vibrations when his other hand wastes no time in dipping into the front of her pajama shorts and finding where she’s ready for him.
Harry wants to laugh at how much he loves her, in all of her brattiness, but making her beg to come is enough of a reward.
YN is lounging on his bed, snuggled in one of his hoodies and a pair of soft cotton shorts - nibbling on a pop tart when she hears a loud crash from downstairs.
“Bloody fuck!” Niall screeches loudly, like it’s not after midnight, “I was just joking around, you sensitive cunt!”
YN groans because even though she can’t hear Harry, she knows the argument is between none other than those two.
When she arrives at the landing, Harry has Niall up against the wall by his collar and he’s signing angrily with his other. “It was supposed to be a surprise and you just fucked it up!”
“How was I supposed to know those chocolates were for her?” Niall signs back as he attempts to kick Harry’s legs out from under him until their both falling on the ground.
“By asking before you eat someone else’s shit,” Harry gestures as he gives Niall a light kick and scrambles off of him before he can deliver any type of revenge.
YN just know notices an assortment of chocolate candies scattered all over the scratched-up hardwood floors.
Harry has a serious scowl on his face, cheeks pink and eyes dark, signing to her, “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”
“No, go apologize,” YN nods towards Niall who’s picking himself up off the ground with what dignity he has left.
Harry’s eyes widen in disbelief, “He just ate half of the forty dollar chocolates I bought you to congratulate you on passing your economics test!”
“Don’t act like you’ve never stolen his food. Both of you are children!” YN huffs, motioning for him to go back over.
Harry isn’t pleased but Niall sure as hell is.
“Sorry,” Harry signs flatly, trying to keep any emotion off his face to not give Niall the satisfaction.
“I’m sorry your girlfriend likes me more too,” Niall can’t help himself and YN doesn’t intervene when Harry tackles him back onto the floor.
from h because come on we all know that a yn nude is never an unsolicited nude
😂 but I don’t imagine ceorry or cheatrry ever sending a unsolicited nude - just mlbrry, deafrry, and gangrry!yn DEF would
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deafrry:
h: did you finish your essay yet????
yn: the answer is still the same from twenty minutes ago
yn: no
h: it’s unfair that you’re refusing to let me see you until you’re done
yn: you’re too distracting and texting me is making it take longer to finish this damn paper
h: [1 picture attachment]
*a picture of him in his bed, hand wrapped around his hard length. A little wet and blush pink at the top as he grips it. His other hand scratching at his lean thigh.*
h: please bunny, come see me
yn: omg h, you have to give me a few hours
h: just send me pic, please baby. help me along
yn: [1 picture attached]
*a blurry picture of her lifting up her shirt and flashing her tits to the camera*
h: 🥵🥵🥵
h: im coming over now
yn: h…..
h: 😣
yn: fine
h: be there in ten 😛
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gangrry
yn: [1 picture attachment]
*a photo of her in just a strappy red teddy ***. it fit her body perfectly and accentuate every soft curve of her body. she was laying in their bed with the photo taken from above*
h: are you fucking kidding me
yn: all alone with no one to appreciate this new outfit of mine 😔
yn: where’d you put that purple vibe again?
h: don’t you fucking dare
h: you’re just being pissy because i had to go to this meeting and couldn’t watch that fucking movie with you
yn: found it
h: don’t you dare put that anywhere near my cunt
yn: [1 picture attachment]
*the little bullet laying on the plush of her stomach, almost innocently if you couldn’t see her fingers dipping between her folds*
h: you’re going to be bruised to the high heavens when I get home, smack your arse raw
And her next response has her husband cursing and cutting the meeting short so he can go handle his wife.
yn: come on, diablo 😈
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mlbrry:
h: need you to come home, mama
yn: everything okay? babies okay?
h: they’ve all been asleep since eight, the babies are perfect.
yn: what’s going on then?
h: i was cleaning up our bedroom, came across that cute little thong you had on the other night, and now can’t get you out of my mind
h: [1 video attached]
*a video of Harry laying back in bed, slowly pulling down his briefs until his trimmed curls around his shaft appear and then he’s tugging them down until he’s rested against his pelvis*
For your dialogue game, maybe “Why are you so mean to me?” with my favorite frat boy deaf!harry
As soon as YN enters the frat, Niall appears from the kitchen - skidding across the old hardwood floors in his socks.
“Hi, you look gorgeous,” Niall flirts shamelessly, a protein drink in his hand, then adds, “Harry is upstairs pouting, by the way.”
YN groans, scrubbing her hand over her face before kicking off her sneakers, “When is he not pouting over something? I’ll go deal with it.”
“Is that for me?” He asks hopefully, nodding down to the takeout container in her hand that had a burger and fries.
“Not unless Harry doesn’t want it because he’s so upset he’s on a hunger strike,” YN tells him, smacking his hand when he reaches for it.
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When she opens the door, Harry is sat on his bed, back against the headboard with a jutted out lower lip, staring at the door like he was waiting for her.
He was just in a pair of briefs, his abs still defined as he relaxed and his feet cross at the ankles - he had the television on but wasn’t watching.
“Why are you so mean to me?” He signs dramatically, making no effort to move from his comfy spot.
“Oh my god, H,” YN laughs as she motions, shaking her head, “It was a girls luncheon with my friends, no boys were allowed.”
“But I love mimosas,” Harry replies sadly, puppy dog eyes in full effect.
“I brought you lunch back, that burger you like,” She offers, placing the container on the bedside table but he wraps his fingers around her wrist.
“I know something that you could let me eat to make up for this injustice,” Harry signs with a wolfish smile brightening up his face.
“Really?” She huffs out a laugh but is swinging her leg over his hips to straddle him and he grips her waist instantly.
“Need to make it up to me. Such a mean girlfriend,” Harry responds but his eyes are already glued to her chest as he tugs up her shirt.
