ynstyles: Sitting in the OBGYN I'm so bored lol. Ask me questions!! #askboredyn
harryfan1: What is the worst thing you've experienced so far? - I'm scared of pregnancy 🙈 #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan1 Morning sickness sucks!! I hate feeling sick 😭 (Anyone got remedies? #help)
harryfan2: Will you be public with your pregnancy / baby? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan2 Atm somewhat public? I don't want to hide it, but pregnancy is a scary thing and being too public is nerve racking atm
harryfan3: Is Harry with you? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: Always 💞
harryfan4: Do you and Harry want a boy or girl? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan4 As cliché as it sounds, we just want a healthy baby!
↳ynstyles @harryfan4 (I want a boy, Harry wants a girl shh) You guys hear something?? 🤷🏽♀️
harryfan5: @harryfan4 YOU GOT TWO REPLIES NO FAIR
harryfan6: Who did you tell first besides Harry? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan6 @annetwist ❤️
harrystyles: #askboredyn Do you need to pee?
↳ harryfan7: @harrystyles omg haha #preggoprobs
↳ ynstyles: @harrystyles Are you tweeting from the restroom? And no Xx
↳ harryfan8: @/ynstyles girlie it's barely a nude! lol @/harrystyles
harryfan9: Weirdest thing @/harrystyles does? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan9 Picks his nose and he eats it
↳ harrystyles: @/ynstyles I DO NOT
↳ ynstyles: @/harrystyles Lies
↳ harrystyles: @/ynstyles Can we both get off our phones so those ladies quit looking at us?
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"Are you excited to see our babies?" Harry asked, a giddy feeling in my stomach.
"Look how big my tummy is" I grinned, pushing my shirt up to rest under my boobs, shifting a little. "I thought I was quite big for the first trimester"
"You're housing our beautiful babies in that perfect round tummy"
"I can't wait to feel them kick or move" I sighed, Harry's hand resting towards the lower side of my stomach.
"You say that now, just wait till they're kicking your bladder babe" He teased, leaning down to peck my lips.
With the absurdly cold gel on my stomach, Harry and I focused back on the black and white static screen, our male tech flipping the switch to hear their heartbeats.
"Here is baby A's heartbeat............................. baby B's........................... and baby C's"
Harry and I coo'd over them each when a familiar look appeared on the tech's face.
"Baby A" he hummed, flicking to the next one "Baby B" to the next, "Baby C" and... the next? "Mothers?" his tone was wavered. "Baby A... Baby B... Baby C.." he did it again before excusing himself from the room to grab the doctor and now I was royally freaking out.
One of the on call doctors came in, Harry's hand squeezing mine as tears threatened to fall, the screen turned away from us.
Was something wrong?
With quiet hums and the click of a mouse, the screen was turned back to us, the ultrasound technician standing to the side; "Alright, everything is looking good" She eased, my tightened chest slowly letting air back in. A grin started to appear on the doctors face, Harry's fingers intertwining with my own, his rings rubbing against the insides of my fingers. "Here is beautiful baby one's heartbeat" She smiled, showing the little flutter before showing us the baby. "Here is baby two" she repeated, "baby three" her smile got bigger as she flipped to the next screen, "And baby four"
Excuse me?
Harry's hand stilled in mine as my lips parted, my throat clearing as my head shook, "What?"
"Here is baby one-" she started to repeat, my head continuing to shake.
"No, no, I heard you.. four? Four?!" I begin to panic again, this time Harry not attempting to stop me as he leaned back in the chair.
"Yes, four" She confirmed, my shocked gaze staring at the new babies placenta sack, the tiny fetus shocking me to my core.
"How? It was.. it was three, last time! How is there four? Just four?" I rushed, moving to lean up on my elbows to view the screen better.
"Just four"
"You sure?" I snapped, the doctor nodding.
"How? How is there four?!"
"Mrs. Styles, sometimes with so many multiples, it's hard to see them all. They get overshadowed, or hidden-"
"There's just four, right?" I asked again, the doctor nodding. "How are you sure? We thought there was just three last time!"
"Like I said, sometimes-"
"No, I heard you! I'm just... four?! There's four?"
"Yes, you're having quadruplets"
"Oh my god" I exhaled, my body falling back as my eyes closed.
How in the hell am I supposed to carry FOUR babies?! F O U R ?!
"Your due date will be moved closer-"
"Oh my god! My due date!" I gasped, turning to look at Harry whom seemed to be caught in a state of disbelief as his body went catatonic.
"You'll be induced, pardon-" her throat cleared, "scheduled for a cesarean surgical procedure around 30 weeks"
My eyes widened.
"30 weeks?! THAT'S 10 WEEKS EARLY!" I yelled, Harry seeming to be snapped out of whatever state he was caught in, "They'll be too small!" I worried, the doctor moving to step closer to me, reaching for my hand only for my instinctive reaction being to yank it away. "I can't have four babies at 30 weeks! They'll be too small! They're.. they're supposed to be inside of me till 40 weeks!"
"With twins we try to induce you around 35 weeks. With more, we move it up, so triplets like you know would've been 33 weeks, and quads, 30" She explained, my racing heartrate causing my breathing to become a pant.
Frantically looking over at Harry who was staring at the ultrasound screen with a bewildered look on his face, I looked back over at the ultrasound technician, then the doctor, "I can't carry four babies" I stated, the doctors face becoming unreadable.
"You can. You're healthy enough-"
"No. You don't understand. I can't carry four babies"
"Why do you believe you cannot?" She asked, the room starting to move and blur as my waterline was ready to overflow.
"I.. I knew the risk... the risk of carrying.. carrying.. one baby!" I whimpered, "And then and then I was told.. told.. told I had three! Three babies! When I wasn't even supposed to have one!" I cried, "And now.. now... now I have four! Four babies inside of me?! Do I look.. look like someone who can carry FOUR babies?!" I shrieked, rubbing at my eyes so I could see clearly.
"Mrs. Styles, if we, medical professionals, didn't think you could safely carry multiples, we'd be having a different discussion" She tried to explain, the faint sound of one of my babies heartbeats ringing in my ears.
"Y/N? What are you saying?" Harry asked softly, finally zoning back into the conversation. "You can't have an abortion- they already have heartbeats" He said softly, the nerves he was feeling made his voice wavier slightly.
"I don't want an abortion" I cried, "I just... I can't carry four babies!"
The room was quiet other than my whimpers and whines; the faint sound of the heartbeat and Harry's chair scooting back against the linoleum floor.
He grabbed my hand, carefully moving me to sit upright before pulling me into his chest, "Harry, the gel" I worried, Harry ignoring me as my front pressed against one of his shirts.
"Inhale" he breathed in, "Exhale" he breathed out, having me copy him before he crouched in front of me, his hands resting on top of my thighs, eye level with my - bigger than normal for first trimester - belly. "There are four beautiful, loved, and wanted babies in here. I know you're scared, Y'N. I'm scared shitless too, but we can do this. We'll work with the doctors, make sure everything goes smoothly, and if it doesn't, they have everything they need to do their best job at helping us. We can't play god, Y/N. We can't change the world, or alter fate... but you found out at 23 years old that you'd have a hard time conceiving and I know how hard that was to find out, and live with. To get in a relationship where both of us wanted kids, to get married, and not follow through with that next step broke your heart, baby. It broke you into pieces. Your darkest days- You're getting what you wanted, babe. You have four beautiful babies right here" his hands moved to cradle the sides of my stomach, "Quadruple the amount you were told you'd have, and if you couldn't do it, if it wasn't meant to be, then we would've been looking at different painted colors, baby. We're lucky enough to be okay. To know we can support them, to know we have the means, the house, the yard, the family... we can do this. You are single handily carrying our family, and I know how terrifying that is" I wiped at my tears, Harry moving to stand on his feet, bringing me back into his chest, "But you're not alone. You've never been alone, Y/N." He kissed my lips, moving to cradle my face in his hands, "One step at a time, baby, remember?"
He wiped my tears as I nodded, leaning my head on his chest, "One step at a time" I repeated, my chin resting against his chest as I looked up at him, "I can't believe we have four babies...."
I heard a chuckle in front of me, reminding me that we weren't alone.
I pushed away from Harry, embarrassingly wiping at my face, apologizing to the professionals in front of me.
I could feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks when I was asked to lay back again as more gel got applied and moved around with the wand.
She mouthed something to Harry, to which he nodded at, before telling me, "I just want to check each one a little closer, get some photos and then we'll talk about our next steps, okay?" She asked calmly and I nodded.
I left the office hand in hand with Harry; Harry holding even more medical paraphernalia as I held onto the ultra sound photos and my bag.
"I knew IVF was known for being one of the main causes of multiples but... I never expected it to go this far. I mean, I guess we're lucky it stopped at four, right?" I joked, Harry opening the passenger side door for me, letting me hop in before closing it, muttering "Hopefully" and entering the car himself.
i kept thinking of sub harry and i needed to get this tiny blurb out, enjoy (; xxx
wc: idek it’s short
warnings: smut, sub!h, anal fingering/rimming
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“That’s my good boy, swallow my fingers just like that.”
Her voice praising him made his knees weak, whimpering with his face pressed against the bed as his eyes rolled back.
This was so worth the week of (Y/N) edging him and not letting him cum.
All he could feel, think, and breathe was (Y/N). (Y/N), (Y/N), and (Y/N). He could smell remnants of her lavender lotion against their sheets, her two fingers pushed up inside his tight hole, her sweet voice now being used to praise and demand Harry. He’d call himself lucky, really.
Harry ass was up in the air, knees spread to allow his pretty girl to sit between them and properly take care of him. And while he loved to fuck his girl and eat her out like it was all he was meant to do, he loved this just as much - letting (Y/N) take control and take care of him.
Suddenly his hole felt empty and he was clenching at nothing, wincing and whining because he wanted to feel full again. Only seconds after, he could feel her warm tongue dancing around his slightly gaped hole. Tongue fucked and in heaven, Harry pushed his ass against her face, knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the sheets.
“Easy, baby. Know you’re eager but you need to stay still for me.” One of her hands ran up his back, intending to release his tense muscles as her tongue for to work again, her other hand wrapping around his thick cock to pump him.
All Harry could do is moan and whine her name repeatedly in a broken string - “M’close - please. Please, let me cum. Can I cum? P-please, baby.”
(Y/N) smiled against his skin, a soft bite to his right ass cheek, “Yeah, pretty boy. Cum for me. Let it go. Wanna taste you already.”
And like the perfect boy he always was for (Y/N), Harry made a delicious, salty white mess of her hand. He knew what was coming next and he wanted to see it with his own eyes, bringing his head up from the pillow to turn and look at her lick up her cum-slick hand, his ears swallowing her pleased moans.
a/n: Welcome to the addiction series!! this is my first ever serious post lmao, so please take it lightly. give me ur honest opinions tho! i hope you guys like it <3
this story is placed around the time harry got mugged on the street, but im changing some thing! he is also still dating olivia in the begining of this story so if that bother you im sorry. but that will change, just be patient my children....
famous!harry x plus size!normal oc
1.9k words (i promise i will try to make them longer lol)
the one where harry meets meg, but not in a way you would expect....
content warnings: mugging, talks of knives, talks of drugs and alchol, talks of being cross faded. i think thats it but let me know if there is anything else!!! this is an 18+ story!!! i cant stop you from doing it but please, viewer descretion is advised!!!!
part one, megs pov:
"damn, your crossed as fuck." pepper said laughing. i couldn't really feel it but i knew she was right. at this point im so use to the feelig that i cant even tell the difference. aside from the alchol i had taken a couple of things that were past around and somked a bit of weed. i wouldn't say i'm the 'highest iv'e ever been' but im definietly i in no state of mind to be driving. thank fully med had driven me her, as she was D.D tonight.
i was starting to get really hot. i knew that as soon as i felt that fire start to creep up my spine it was time for me to tap out from everything for the night. i passed the joint in my hands to the person on my right with out even remembering who it was. i picked myself off the couch and make a b-line for the front door, but not without pepper noticing me.
i feel someone follow me and i assume that it pepper. i turn around and see my assumtions are correct.
"hey, you ok?" she asks. i nod a brush it off, but at this point in our friendship there is nothing i could hide from her. physical or emotional. "tell me the truth meg." she says giving me her famous stare of truth, as we walk to a place more private.
"yeah, just having that feeling again." i dont need to explain more. she gives me a knowing look understanding what i'm talking about the minute i say it. she had a worried look on her face and sits there thinking about what to say next.
"maybe you should go home. do you need a ride?" i know she hasn't been drinking and it would probably be safer to drive with her, rather than walk the streets alone in LA at 1am, but i saw her talking with cassie (who she's been crushing on for month.) and i dont want her to have to stop something she barly got to start. i shake my head no and tell her that i can walk. she gives me an 'are you sure' look.
"i think it will be good for my head and make the hangover a lot more bearable in the morning. besides, i think tonight will finally be the night you get lucky with cass." i wink at her. she turns red before giving me a nod telling me to text her when i get home. i agree before hugging her and making my way out.
i start my jouney home holding on to the knife in my pocket just to be safe. i don't live in the best part of town, so i have to be ready for anything. i pull out my vape just to calm my nerves. i've always hated walking alone, and being crossed out of my mind wasn't helping.
i walk pretty fast for being in the state im in. as i start getting closer to my nighborhood, i hear some shit going down not far from me. of course its got to be the path i need to go down. i put my head down trying to ignore whatever it is and just get home. i make a lot of rash choices while being this fucked up, and the last thing i need to to go back to jail for the night.
as i get closer, i see a group of short guys surounding a rather tall man. i couldn't tell if this was some kind of drug deal with a skinny king-pin, or if the tall guy was in trouble. i decided to just act like i dont see anthing. the last thing i need tonight was to be dragged into what ever the fuck this was.
as i walk by i see the tall guy pull out a big stack of cash. i don't think i've seen that much moneyin one sitting in my life. i then realize the group of short guys was pointing a knife to him.
they were mugging him.
i may sound like a bad person for saying this, but i think i need that cash more the tall guy and the rest of these idiot. like i said, i make rash and stupid choices when im in this state of mind. so with out think i start to walk faster. i hear the group of me start to ask him for his phone. thats when i decide to take action.
"hey! leave him alone." i shout from about 12 feet away, being way more loud than i intended to. they look at me and start to laugh.
"i suggest you keep walking and turn your pretty head beforw something bad happends to you sweetheart." he says now pointiing his knife at me. the tall guy gives me a look telling me to just run.
i keep walking over there with my slightly bigger knife in my pocket with my hand on it incase i need to pull it out quickly.
"well this 'sweetheart' is perfectly capable of pretecting herself from idiots like you." god i'm so fucking stupid sometimes. i am in not shape to being doing this shit right now.
but the things i do for money are actually ridiculous.
"seriously sweetheart. the last thing i wanna do is use this big scary knife on such a pretty thing like you. so save yourself the trouble and keep walking."
at this point i'm pissed. maybe it was the alchol talking or maybe he was just a sexist pig. but now i had to do something. i chuckle a bit before starting my next sentance.
"you know what's a lot scarier then a 'big scary knife' attached to a 'big scary man'" i ask while stepping closer. he gives me an amussed look before letting me continue.
within 1 second my knife is against his throat and i'm in his face.
"an even bigger knife, with an even scarier girl who really doesn't give a fuck." fear pools into his eyes as he looks down to the knife he is stuck under. i look around the the rest of the guys seeing a look of shock on their faces as well as the tell man in the corner. they all look aroundnot knowing what to do next, conflicted on whether to help their friend, boss, or whhatever he is to them, or to stay where they are not wanting to be the next one under the knife.
"so what's it gonna be? are you going to leave me and this nice gentlemen alone and walk away? or are you going to have a painful reminder of how you got mugged while trying to mug someone. not to metion there is witnesses."
he thinks about it for a bit before he drops his own knife and him and is crew walk away.
good choice.
i look over to the tall, skinny man and see the look on his face of pure disbelief. i could almost laugh if it wasn't for the fact that i'm no better then the men i jusy scared off.
"thank you! thank you so much!" he says with a smile on his face. i grip my knife harder walking up to him slowly.
"don't thank me yet." i mummble before quickly pointing the knife to his stomach. he laughs to himself for a second. before i know it the knife is outo of my hand and on the ground while im being pushed against his chest and restrained.
"you obviously have never done this before, and if you have you are really bad at it" he says luaghing as he picks up and throws me over he shoulder.
thats new...
i laugh finding humor in the situation i put myself in.
"what gave it away." i ask still laughing. he chuckles along before answering. "maybe the fact the you are clearly not sober and aimed the knife at my leg rather then my stomach." if that was his leg then this guy is taller then i thought.
"what's your name?" i ask as we walk aroud with me still on her shoulder, having no idea where we are going. "harry. what's yours?"
"i'll tell you if you put me down." the blood was starting to rush to my head and if were to stay in that position for another 2 minutes i would probably throw up. before i know it i'm on the grown again, losing my balance. i almost fall but he grabs my arms and hold me up until im steady. "meg, my names meg." i say while looking up at him. he has a face i've see before but to be honest, when im thing crossed everyone looks like someone i've seen before.
"do you have a girlfriends harry?" i ask with a suggestive tone in my voice. "yes." he answers immediately, while straightening up his posture.
"good," i drop the tone looking at him seriously. "go home and tell her you love her. you could have died tonight." and with that i start to walk away. after this whole thing my mind is way more clear then when i left the party. now i just want to go to sleep.
"wait!" i hear fast foot steps approaching. i turn around to see him pulling out his wallet and phone. he takes out a couple of $100 bills and unlocks his phone. "i feel like i owe you this for saving me. and i feel like you owe me your number for trying to mug me after." i give him a pointed look feeling like this is some kind of joke and he's trying to mess with me for pulling a fast one on him. "don't you have a girlfriend you are suppose to be telling you love?" he luaghs. "i just want to keep in contact. you seem fun, even if you are a criminal." i smirk and grab his phone entering my number. as i'm doing so i pull out my vape taking a couple of hits before looking up. once i do i see a look on his face telling me he's not super into it. but he's a stranger so i dont really care what he thinks.
"what? you act like half the people in this city dont do this and you've never seen it before." i say before putting it back in my mouth and taking a few more hits. "i mean, i know and i have. its just i know really like it. you know how how bad that stuff is for you, right?"
"its called an addiction for a reason." i say. i had him back his phone. "and on that note, i bid you adieu." i say bowing and copying the accent i picked up on. i walk away and this time he doesnt follow me.
as i walk into my appartment i text pepper to let her know i make it home. i check the clocked to the that its now 3:30am. i didn't realize that much time had gone by. she response asking what took so long and if i was ok. i answer back telling her i'll tell her in the morning when we go on our daily walk-and-talk. something we've been doing since freshman year of highschool.
my head hits my pillow and i knock out almost intantly. deciding that what ever choices i make tonight will be a problem for future meg to deal with.
a/n: you whores wanted part 2, you shall get part 2 and possibly part 3 and 4.
also i need to thank @lollypopsx for reading this over and telling me it was shit. if it wasn’t for her i wouldn’t be posting it. last but not least @g0ldenkiwi. long story shit she bullied me. the end.
warnings: surprisingly.... none
word count: 1.8k
part I
One Month Later: November 2007
“When are you leaving work? I'm bored.” Harry groaned, stomping his feet on the sidewalk pavement.
He liked having a self-care day once a month. He made sure to request a day off once a month, just for it. No chores and no responsibilities. Simply a day where he could be a kid and have no worries floating around in his head. He made sure to tell Y/N (she) what day he had booked so she could also request time off accordingly.
However, today wasn’t like that because her job has been demanding recently, so she couldn’t do it this time around.
“No tantrum!” She warned Harry through the wall phone at her job. Twirling the cord around her fingers.
“Well, I’m bored, and you’re supposed to be here an-”
“Harry! I know. I’m sorry but work has been busy and so if that means I miss one month of our self-care day, then sue me but I need the money. I already feel bad as it is, and I don’t need you to make me feel any worse. Okay? So, drop it.” She said turning her head around to make sure no one was listening. Thankfully they were all busy in their own world.
He stopped walking and started feeling instantly guilty. “I’m sorry, I know. Sorry.”
There was a long pause on both ends of the line. “Harry, are you there? You got very quiet.”
“Yeah, I’m here. Just realized I was being an asshole. Sorry.”
“You were, but that’s okay. I’m still going to see you later.” She said.
“Okay. I will pick up food for us. Are you still planning on coming over to my place?”
“Yeah. I will text you when I’m leaving. I have to go. Love you.”
“Love you.”
He shoved his flip phone in his black jeans and started walking again. He’s not sure what he wants to do. Not having her with him makes him contemplate if he should go back to his place to paint something and crash afterward. Before he could turn himself around to retreat, he saw something.
A sex store.
He stood outside the store and read the sign that read ‘open’. The more he stood there the more he thought about wanting to buy something for her. He knows that work has been stressful for her so maybe it was the universe making her work today so he could buy something for her. When he opened the door, he was in total shock.
The store was vibrant. The few sex shops he had been to was dull and minimal. They had good products, don't get him wrong, but the walls were usually black or white and simple. It’s the same comparison to a guy's bedroom who has their mattress on the floor. However, this store is so in your face. The walls have psychedelic patterns, three chandeliers, pink couches next to the floor length windows, and so much more. It’s equivalent to a good night club but make it a horny theme sex club.
He walked into the vibrator section. You guys needed a good vibrator because the one that you guys love is on its last leg, and he really wants to make sure you guys have a backup just in case during your guy’s next play time.
He sees a package that looks like his girlfriend strap on that he loves so much. He love it when she fucked him with the pink shimmery one because it makes him feel pretty. The package of the vibrator looks good but the more he read it, the less tempting it got. It only has three settings but the one he has at Y/N’s place; it has twelve different settings. This one scream amateur hour and neither of you guys are beginners. She trained him well.
When he put the item down, He felt a presence near him. He looks to his right and he sees a girl. A pretty girl. She has black hair, eyebrow piercing, septum piercing, nose piercing, and a smiley piercing. “Do you need any help?” She walked over to Harry looking at the package in his hands.
“Mmh, I see you put down Samantha. I never got any complaints from her. She’s a good one.”
“If you’re a beginner.” He said to himself, but he didn’t know he had said it loud enough for this lady to hear him. She raised her eyebrows giving him a smile showcasing her smiley.
“I see that you’re not a beginner after all.” She said looking right into his eyes. He looks away looking at the options that are on display in front of him. Not sure if he should respond or not.
“We’re not,” He said breaking the silence. “My girlfriend and I are looking for a new vibrator and that one would just be a downgrade to the one that we have now.” He rambled.
He’s not comfortable at talking to strangers without Y/N. Y/N is great at talking to people, however with Harry it takes him a while to warm up to people, but he can’t lie how pretty she is.
“Mmh interesting. If you don’t mind me asking, what vibrator do you have? So, I can help you pick something that’s close to what you guys have.” She said pushing back her curly black hair that flopped on her forehead.
“Umm... it’s something like a magic wand? But it isn’t if that makes sense. Fuck, my girlfriend does most of our shopping.”
“Hunny, don’t be stressed about this. I can help you. I’m trained for this.” She placed her hand on his back rubbing circles trying to soothe him from his anxiousness. He jerks a little forward because he’s not used to anyone touching him except for Y/N. The girl notices and removes her hand. “No touching. Got it. Don’t want to make your girlfriend jealous.” She joked walking away from Harry.
She noticed that he wasn’t following, “I’m not going to bite. C’mon I have something you and your girlfriend just might like.” She singly said. Harry is deciding if he should follow her or he should pick his own toy, but he likes how kind she is. And funny. So, he followed her from behind. She turns her head to see Harry trailing behind. She smiles and continues.
She made a right turn and now you two are in a different aisle. There’s ropes, chains, handcuffs. A lot of bondages are on display. Harry ran his eyes over the variety of items that’s in front of him. He likes the thought of Y/N doing some of the things he’s seeing on himself.
Harry wants to be used up like a slut he knows he is. Quoting Y/N of course. The worker notices how Harry is gawking at the items in front of him. She’s wondering if this beautiful gentleman wouldn’t mind putting those things on her.
“You like?” She said and Harry just nodded while picking up a zip tie. He looked at her and smiled, “I really like this.” He giggled while keeping it in his hands.
“I’m glad you do pumpkin.” She said. Gosh he’s so darn fucking cute.
Harry looked back at her and smiled. ‘I like that, pumpkin. I’m going to ask my girlfriend to call me that. It will probably sound better coming from her.” He said looking back at the display. “Shut up! Couture Spreader Bar?” He grabbed it.
“You’re getting excited. I guess I was some help after all.” She said, grinning from ear to ear. Harry turned around to look at her, “You were. Thank you so much. What’s your name dear?”
Shit.
“I- I- my name is Casey.” She said.
“Well, thank you Casey for helping me. My name is Harry.” He said sincerely.
“So is there anything else I could help you with?” She asked not wanting this conversation to end.
“I don’t think so, wait! I do. Do you guys sell a strap on with a vibrator to it? My girlfriend bought it last month and let’s just say we need a new one.” He laughed holding on to the zip tie and the spreader bar.
“Of course, we do! We sell desi-”
“Casey?” Harry said, sounding concerned.
Flashback to part I
“Good choice. My partner loves it. You could control the speed with the remote inside. Which is nice.” She said checking you out.
You can’t wait to tell Harry about this interaction. He’ll go crazy but soon after you will fuck him senseless, and he’ll forget about his whole jealousy.
“Really? I’m thinking about using it for my boyfriend for his birthday. I want to treat him.”
“Your boyfriend?” She asked raising one of her eyebrows, scanning you up and down.
“Yes boyfriend. Why?” You threw back at her, crossing your arms across your chest.
“Interesting. You give me a strong personality, so I thought you were gay.” She said nonchalantly.
“Well thank you. I’m bi. And it balances our relationship quite well.”
“You got yourself a lucky one darling. I wished I had you.” She looked down, chewing on the inside of her mouth.
You walk up towards her. When you’re face to face with her you bring your hand to her cheek so she is looking at you again. You stroke her cheek watching her big doe eye worshiping you the ground you walk on. It reminds you of Harry, but not quite because she isn’t your Harry. Just a girl who needs a proper fucking.
“Awe baby. You could always dump your partner. You need a good fucking.”
“Shit!” Casey said aloud.
“Casey, are you okay?” Harry asked looking worried.
“Umm... Yeah. Ummm... to answer your question we do. We have a toy called ‘Desires.’ It's really good, from what I’ve heard.” Casey said shakily.
Harry looks at her questionly, but he ignores it. “Show me the way.” He smiled.
“Okay.” Casey whispered.
They walk to the back of the store where Casey met Harry’s girlfriend last month. Deja fucking vu.
Casey grabbed it for Harry and Harry began to inspect it and his mouth went wide.
“This is the exact same one! Oh my gosh!” Harry said shaking the box.
“Yep, that’s the one. Anything else?”
“No, I think that’s everything.” He said pleased with his purchase.
“Great. I will ring you up.”
Casey brought Harry to check out his items and Harry gave her $100 in bills. Harry gave her $10 because to him, she did an amazing job helping him out.
“Bye Casey.” That was Harry's last thing he said to her.
Casey repeat the last thing Harry’s girlfriend had told her when she saw her last.
“Awe baby. You could always dump your partner. You need a good fucking.”
Follow Y/N + Harry's journey from being a family of two, to a family of six! Also know as, Harry + Y/N have quadruplets!
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ynstyles: First trimester diaries! 🍼
First things first, finding out your pregnant, at least.. when you're trying, is the best feeling ever!!!! Harry and I took so many photos and videos (far too personal to share, (See slide four to see me on the verge of screaming and crying over the fact that I'm pregnant lol) you see me cry enough as it is lol) and we sat on the bathroom floor in pure happiness and disbelief. (and a lot of concern on my end..) I couldn't stop looking at my stomach and bubbling nonsense to Harry as we began our true first steps into parenthood. (I'll eventually talk about our journey, but if you're new, it hasn't been an easy one💝) As we watched my stomach grow, we couldn't stop touching it! The idea of feeling a kick, or a flutter... or even just the thought of a baby inside of me; pure happiness. (Pst, Harry sleeps with his hand on my belly and it's my new favorite thing ever!!!! It's so cute!!!)
For those wondering, Morning sickness is brutal. I'm already losing sleep, vomiting my guts even in the middle of the night and much to my dismay, awakening Harry every time I scurry to the bathroom. (If Harry looks extra tired on camera, I apologize! - he'll tell me off for this, shh!)
Tiredness is unreal. I mean, I figured growing a human would be hard, but I'm convinced I'm asleep more than I am awake. I wake up, vomit, eat some crackers take my meds, sleep repeat.
Ultrasounds are the craziest experience ever!! Harry and I lost our minds and Harry's soft smile when we saw the screen is burned in my brain forever. He's honestly already such a good husband but I know he's going to be an even better father! I honestly can't wait!!
@harrystyles I love you so much! Thank you for making me a mumma <3
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"Love, staring at it won't make the line appear quicker" Harry tried to ease, his hand on my back as my eyes laser locked on the pregnancy test.
"The line has to show at some point!"
Harry snatched the test off the counter, my mouth a gape, ready to throw protest when he grabbed my hand and led me to sit down on the cold tile with him.
"Harry! Give me the test!" I whined, my tear ducts filling as the past couple months of worry begun to spill over.
"Y/N, babe, just sit down with me. We're dong this together, alright?"
I reluctantly sat next to him, Harry setting the test on his thigh, his right hand clasping my left as we stared down at it.
"What if it's just one line?" I asked softly, my biggest fear being vocalized once again.
"Then we'll try again" He repeated instantly, a singular tear rolling down my cheek.
"Harry, it's our sixth round in three years" I cried, my eyes squeezing shut as the emotion left glistening trails down my cheeks.
"Y/N, we don't have to do it again" He told me calmly his thumb rubbing against my knuckles, something he did frequently to quietly soothe me.
"You already know how I feel about adoption" I whimpered, guilt encasing my chest as I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision attempting to peak at the test.
"I know" He replied, not offering much else as he starred at the test.
"I'm a horrible person" I begin to cry again, taking my hand out of his as I covered my face.
"You're not a horrible person, y/n"
"What woman doesn't want to adopt, Harry?! We could! We could have already had a family! What kind of person is afraid too adopt?!"
"A person whose thought about every avenue. Y/N, it's perfectly normal to want what you want. Can you open your eyes please when I talk to you?" He asked, His green eyes were full of hope, my throat tightening as I glanced away. "Y/N" Harry warned, getting me to look back at him. "I know you're afraid of everything that comes with adoption, and if it's a huge fear of yours, whether it's that you won't love them the same, or they won't love you, or all of the separation issues you've read about.. it's just a different journey that we'd take together. We'd figure it out. You're not the first person to be nervous to adopt if that's a path we need to consider. However we start our family, is how we start our family. I know having a biological baby means a lot to you, but if that's not where life takes us, I think we both need to prepare ourselves to come to terms with that" He told me honestly, my lips pursed as I nodded.
It was true.
As horrific as it made me feel, I was afraid that if I adopted, I wouldn't love that child the same way I would my own. Maybe it was silly.. but my dream was to always have a baby of my own, and now that it's became an entire ordeal including medical professionals and obsessive calendar counting, I knew I needed to let my brain dance with the idea again... but could I really do that to a child? Bring them into this loving home.. and not love them the way they deserved? Would I ever view that baby as my own? Or would it feel more like a godparent babysitting situation?
IVF has been a rough path that Harry and I have walked down. One we didn't take lightly, and one we definitely probably over researched before even attempting such feat.. but with all the cons.. there were the pros.
So we tried, and we tried, an we tried.... and we gave up. Adoption maybe? Foster care? Surrogacy? Egg donors? There was a million routes.. but none of them felt like my dream. I wanted to have sex one night and wake up pregnant the next morning with my husbands child, and I struggle a lot with the fact that that isn't how it's happening.
It would be so easier if I could blame Harry, and his annoying sperm.. but the reality is, Harry is perfectly capiable impregnating someone.
I'm the problem.
Learning that you're supposed sole duty of a period every month wasn't even worth it... definitely landed me in some pretty intense therpary.
There has been more dark days than light for both Harry and I.
I'd be lying if I said divorce had never crossed our minds.
Things got bad, before they got good again and now here I sat next to him, wedding band on my finger as tears streamed down my cheeks, ready to be once again disappointed by my body.
"Can we just see what this test says and go from there, please?" I asked quietly, Harry nodding. "Can you look? My eyes are blurry"
I did my best to clear my vision when I heard the inhale of Harry's sharp breathing.
"What?" I asked, panic making my body tense. "What?!"
"It's two lines! Y/N! You're pregnant!" He practically yelled, my entire body stilling.
"What?"
"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He yelled, scurrying off the floor, helping me up and yanking me into a hug and a kiss.
"Oh my god" I exhaled, my vison thankfully clearing as I snatched the test, seeing the two pink lines for myself.
"That has to be fake" was my immediate reaction as I held the test up to the light, the pink line darkening right in front of me. "Where is the clearblue one?" I asked Harry, Harry's arms wrapping around me, his palms resting against my stomach as I pulled open one of the drawers, finding my stash of pregnancy tests.
The drawer was probably my most opened drawer in the entire household; which meant it was also my most hated.
All it held was dreams and disappointment.
"Can you grab me a few water bottles, please?" I asked, setting the test aside as I opened one of the more expensive pregnancy test boxes.
"Baby, it's so dark" Harry showed me, crease lines between his brow as his dimples pops from the smile he had.
"I know, I know.. I just.. want to be sure. I need to pee again! Water, please!"
Three water bottles later, I found myself peeing on yet another stick and plopping the capped test onto toilets paper on our counter.
I hated waiting.
"Babe, are you going to look?" Harry asked, a goofy smile still on his face as he leaned against the door frame.
"What if the test was wrong?" I asked again eyeing the drugstore pregnancy test next to Harry.
"Baby, they're supposed to be one of the most accurate tests"
"But false positives are a thing!" I shouted, shaking my hands as I paced the space between the toilet and the bathtub.
"Y/N" Harry sighed, "I know you're worried, and we can make a doctors appointment to verify.. but baby, I think this is it. I think we've done it"
I hesitantly walked up to the counter, my eyes locked on my mess of a reflection in front of me before slowly finding the test.
"Oh my god" I exhaled, the bold "pregnant" staring back at me. "Harry!" I quickly showed the test, a smile starting to form at my lips as my eyes welled up with tears again, "I.. we're... oh my god!" I shrieked, jumping a little as I waved the test next to me.
I quickly pulled out my phone, the video shaky as ran over to Harry, kissing him before showing the test to the camera.
"We're pregnant!" I yelled out, Harry grinning as he leaned down to kiss me again, the video stopping and I turned to the camera, Harry snatching the drugstore test, both of us holding up the tests as we took countless photos before posting in the mirror, taking all sorts of different angles of my belly.
I can't believe we're pregnant.
"I told you you weren't fat" he chuckled as we inspected my bloated stomach.
"I'm fat with your baby!" I laughed, my hand running over the puffy skin. "God, I'm going to get more stretchmarks"
"Good thing you married a man who happens to love them" He pecked my cheek, his hands on my hips.
"We need to make a doctors appointment pronto and make sure these tests are correct" I informed, setting the plastic test on the counter.
"Baby..."
"I know, I know! I just.. I want to be sure, okay?"
"I know. I love you no matter what, but I really think this time.. this time is it"
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Hello! I've had this idea for a while, and I thought it would be fun to make kind of an open ending series? Meaning we can work on this for as long as we want! From finding out, to their birth, and just watching them grow up! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I don't plan on posting them in order (like birth, growing up etc), but I will have them posted in (hopefully) chronological order in the masterlist!
Feel free to leave requests in the comments or on my ask via my profile!
If you have any baby names, let me know! I have the sex's picked out, but not the names!
I wanted to make this longer, but Tumblr has a 10 photo limit so...
I'm hoping as I get into it, I can write the blurbs better, just with their storyline, it was a bit hard to make it very happy and fluffy lol.
Welcome to my Quadruplet series! (I might post it on wattpad, I'll update the masterlist with a link if it is!!)
pst. my little circles won't stay where I want them to, if you know how to fix that lmk, otherwise we can both be annoyed together!
Summery: Y/N is Harry's toddlers private swim teacher
Word Count: 700
Unedited - written at 3am..
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"So if you just want to stand over there, we can work on his swimming" I instructed, Mr. Styles' two and a half year old standing on the concrete next to the pool, my eyes staying locked on him.
Our last lesson we worked on swimming to me, then back to the wall and towards the end of our session he appeared to be getting it, not needing much aid or instruction, so I wanted to try having him swim a longer distance from me to his dad.
"Alright, are you ready?" I grinned, backing up just a little bit as the toddler nodded, "Jump!" I cheered, holding my arms out.
I watched the toddler fall into the pool, Mr. Styles' audible breath hitch making my chest tighten at how little faith he had in me.
"Yes! Good job!" I cheered, "up!" I reminded, watching the little toddler's hands reach the surface before his head peaked over the water, breathing in the fresh air. "Good job!" I encouraged, waddling a little in the water, "Can you show dada how you swim?" I asked, sneaking a glass at Mr. Styles whose eyes were locked on his son. "On your belly" I giggled, crouching so the water came up to my collar bones, ready to aid as needed.
I visited the Styles' residence about twice a week for the past 2 months to work on the toddlers swimming and drowning prevention.
Normally I'm greeted by the nanny, the nana or the aunt, this time being my first time meeting Mr. Styles.
"Come get me buddy!" I encouraged, a big smile on my face as I watched his little body remember the steps.
One arm peaked through the surface as his little toddler legs started kicking and I began to notice a little flailing.
I could feel the waters ripple from Mr. Styles direction, catching a quick movement out of the corner of my eye.
"He's okay! I'm right here" I reminded him.
Did he think I wouldn't save his child if I needed to?
He knows I've been instructing him for a while, right?
"He looks so helpless" Mr. Styles worried.
My left hand rested under his belly as my right came around to help his movements, keeping his body afloat.
"One arm, then the other" I reminded, helping him tread through the water again. "And kick, kick, kick, kick, kick! Make big splashes, get dada wet!"
I watched his little legs begin to kick, the water splashing as I angled him so he was swimming away from his dad, Mr. Styles playing along and shrieking as the water hit him, the little boys' giggles making my heart swell.
"You got him so good!" I cheered, the toddlers cute chubby cheeks filling out as his grin began to take over. "Ready to do it on your own? Gonna go swim to dada?" I pointed, Mr. Styles being about six feet away
My hand hovered under his stomach as I awkwardly waddled with the swimming toddler before he really got going, his little arms and legs working together against the water, swimming right over to Mr. Styles as I stayed behind and watched, a big smile on my face as Mr. Styles slowly backed up, encouraging his toddler to keep going until he finally reached his dad.
"DADA!" he squealed, his hands touching Mr. Styles chest before Mr. Styles scooped him up and showered him in kisses and praise. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Again, again!" The toddler squealed, the dimple grin on Mr. Styles face matching his sons.
"You gonna come swim to me buddy?" I asked from across the pool, the toddler quickly nodding, "Alright, show dada your big kicks!" I reminded him, crouching with my arms open as I anticipated his arrival.
There was nothing better than watching these kids overcome their fears and gain confidence in not only themselves, but their skills in the water. It truly made me feel so accomplished and fulfilled every time I left their residence, just seeing how happy and tired the little boy looked.
"Yesssss!" I cheered, "You're so smart! You did it buddy" I cheered, the child's laughter keeping a smile on both me and Mr. Styles face.
"Are we ready to show dada how you can dive?" I questioned, bringing the toddler to edge, my hand under his belly as he swam and grabbed the side, pulling his head up.
"Yesssssss!" He squealed, both Mr. Styles and I watching the young boy push himself up and swing his leg up onto the side of the pool, showcasing just how much he's learned as he ran to go grab his dive toys.
"Thank you Ms. Y/L/N for teaching him" Mr. Styles said, suddenly a lot closer than I remembered him being.
"It's no problem, I love what I do" I grinned, Mr. Styles son coming back with a toddlers armful of dive fishies.
"Throw them in" I instructed, watching the weighted toys splash into the pool.
Mr. Styles and I stood on the side as the toddler jumped in, swimming down to the bottom of the 4ft pool, grabbing his diving toy.
I could tell Mr. Styles was nervous so I went under and watched the little boy grab his toy before pushing himself up to the surface, the two of us popping up at once.
"Look dada! I got it!" He squealed, shaking his toy in front him.
Mr. Styles praised the boy again before turning to me and mouthing "Thank you"
A few more dives and I called it a day, seeing just how tired the almost three year old was becoming.
"Popsicle time?" He questioned, a cute green froggy towel wrapped around his body.
"Popsicle time!"
Written on: July 6th 2023
Published on: July 6th 2023
could u write a blurb about one of the new songs????
cinema maybe 🫣
a/n: this is unedited and not proof read and im sorry if its not amazing bc im in class rn but still whipped this up 🤲🏻
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Keeping composure was never hard for Harry.
Not until tonight.
There was something about her that he couldn’t quite get out of his head. He didn’t even know her name. But those eyes. Those eyes screaming devour me from across the room with no consideration of the people around them, of the loud music booming inside those four walls, of the fact that they didn’t know each other.
Since the moment the group of those women walked in, she took his breath away. That dress accentuated her body so well. Her hair was perfectly slicked back into a ponytail that Harry couldn’t help but want to pull as she showed him how good her mouth can be. Forgive him for being so crude but he couldn’t get the thought of her on her knees out of his mind. Sue him.
Harry had a few drinks in his system. He was deciding that he had enough liquor courage to go over and spit it out. He had a feeling, a very strong gut feeling that his thoughts we’re being ran inside her pretty little head too. There was no way he was going home alone tonight, and if he was, at least he tried.
After downing another green tea shot, Harry aimlessly threw both his arms around his friend’s shoulder automatically making them huddle with their eyes on the curly haired man as if he were about to propose a toast, “Y’can all go home without me. I think m’getting lucky tonight.”
The loud music was no distraction to the coital thoughts running in his brain, not understanding what was consuming him so much about this woman who he hadn’t heard a single word slip out of those pretty, red lips.
Her eyes didn’t leave Harry, watching as he so confidently walked through the crowd of sweaty, inebriated people. She had a smirk on her tainted lips. Harry mirrored it, finally close enough to smell her strong perfume and breathe the same air as she.
Harry leaned against the table beside her, softly grabbing her elbow to pull her in and speak directly into her ear. “There’s a man in here, Harry I believe, looking for the girl with the pretty red lips wondering if he can take her home tonight.”
She giggled. God, that laugh.
She flattened her hand on Harry’s chest, tiptoeing in her heels that didn’t help much in comparison to Harry’s height, her other hand reaching for his chin to tip his head down.
“You can tell Harry that she’s ready to go.”
Harry smirked as his eyes momentarily rolled back. Her voice had to be the most beautiful tune Harry had ever heard. It had him in a tight chokehold and all he could wonder was how good she’d sound moaning his name. He immediately dug into his pocket for his phone, ordering an uber for the pair to go back to his house for the beginning of their night together.
There was plenty of ubers around there area meaning his uber had arrived no longer than a minute after he ordered it. His hand came up to the small of her back, guiding her through the pool of intoxicated people, and out the front door, searching for the red sedan that was about to confine them for 7 minutes into the ride of what he had no idea would be the best night of his life.
“After you,” Harry held the door open, as the woman climbed into the car, then joining beside her with a small huff. He turned his head to face her, finally looking at her up close and personal.
“I’m trying really hard to not pull you in and kiss you right now.” He confessed barely above a whisper, eyes glancing between her own and those lips that kept calling out his name.
She smirked, licking her lips and leaning in close enough to faintly feel them on his, tips of noses touching and breathing each other’s air. “How unfortunate that you have to wait a few minutes before getting to enjoy me. Gotta love an eager man, hm?”
Her hand creeped onto Harry’s thigh, slowly running closer to the one place he most needed attention. He hadn’t even noticed how hard he was. Not until her hand palmed his clothed cock with that smirk widening on her lips.
“My name’s (Y/N). Wanna make sure I hear you say it when your cock is down my throat.”
Harry had to suppress a whine. A true minx under the skin of what could come off as an innocent woman. But God, no. That was far from true, and Harry was yet to be aware of this.
(Y/N) made sure to keep her voice at a whisper, not wanting to let the driver in on their conversation.
The car ride soon came to an end, and it felt far too long for Harry. He slammed the door shot after they both got out, apologizing to the air for his aggressiveness. One hand held (Y/N)’s as they walked towards his front door, the other fumbling to get the right key into the knob and turning it harshly to finally let them in and be free from their sexual torment.
Harry barely let go of the key before (Y/N) pulled him into a desperate kiss, muffling moans of relief and pathetic whimpers. It was intoxicating. He could taste remnants of mint and melon on her tongue as they both stumbled through the hallway and into Harry’s room. Aimlessly slamming the wall to find the switch.
(Y/N) pulled away, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth and keeping it there with her teeth as her hands slowly and teasingly pulled her dress down, leaving her clad in nothing but a black lace thong. She dropped to her knees, fingers working quick to unbutton Harry’s jeans and swiftly shoving them down along with his briefs.
And those eyes. Those fucking eyes that speak for themselves stared up at him so innocently as her viscous tongue laid flat on the base of Harry’s cock, licking up to the crown of his tip and beginning to slowly take him in by inch. Like a cock sucking professional, she took him in completely as her eyes rolled back and a moan vibrated on the skim of his cock.
“Fuck me.” Harry moaned out while she began to suck on him like her life depended on it, bobbing back and forth. She was so skilled, so perfectly in tune with how good she was and that alone was driving Harry wild. He was struggling to stay standing as he felt like his knees could buckle at any moment. Harry’s hand grabbed her ponytail, wrapping it around his fist for leverage and she obliged. Her mouth fell open, eyes once more gazing into his as if she was asking him to fuck her mouth.
So he did. Every gag elicited a moan from Harry, a pathetic sound letting her know that he felt good – so fucking good.
“Such a perfect fucking mouth, (Y/N). Where have you been all my life?” He huffed, head falling back as his climax approached with a twitch of his cock, painting the back of her throat white with ribbons of his cum. And she didn’t waste a drop, swallowing every bit of his seed like if it were honey.
“Does this mean I can get fucked now? Was I good enough?”
Harry scoffed in disbelief. Could she be any more perfect? Harry pulled her up by the ponytail, (Y/N) wiping her oral commissures with glossy eyes. “Get on the bed.”
While (Y/N) slipped out of her thong and climbed into bed, Harry rolled a condom onto his cock, walking to the edge of the bed where she laid with her legs spread wide open for him.
“Fuckin’ hell. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at you. So fucking wet for me already.”
Her pussy was glistening with her arousal, dripping down to her tightest hole and the whole sight had Harry struggling to breathe.
Harry aligned the tip of his cock to her drenched hole, gripping her thighs tightly as he thrusted in until he bottomed out and a sleek moan left her mouth.
“I – fuck! Please, Harry. Fuck me. Please. Move.”
(Y/N)’s neediness made Harry smirk, leaning down to kiss her as his hips started thrusting in an even, yet harsh rhythm. Her cunt was so tight around Harry, the slick sounds filling the thick air and into the ears. It was the perfect recipe for a perfect song. Her repeated moans of Harry’s names, the sound of their skin slapping together, her drenched cut swallowing Harry’s cock.
Harry’s mouth breathed in all her muffled moans as her hands flew to his back, her nails digging into his skin and scratching down enough to rip his skin and make it burn. But it felt so good and it stroked his ego. Harry’s hands left her thighs and gripped the sheets beside her torso, fucking into her mercilessly and with one goal.
“Fuck. Y’keep clenching. Come for me, (Y/N).”
(Y/N) whimpered with a soft nod as her hands fell from his back to grip his biceps hard as she finally let go around his cock, immediately milking Harry for all he’s got to spill into the condom with sloppy thrusts.
Harry was spent. He pulled out of her pussy, walking into his ensuite bathroom to slip off the condom and drop it into the bin. He could hear her feet on the floor, padding softly before he was joined by her sitting on the toilet. It felt oddly domestic, making Harry chuckle and leaving her on her own.
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Harry woke up the following morning to an empty bed and the corner of a ripped piece of paper on his nightstand with a phone number and (Y/N)’s name. Harry sat up in his bed as he reached for the paper and his phone, quickly going to his messages and typing in her phone number.
‘Thank you for the fun night. Hope we can repeat it soon. H’
Yet despite just one night and only knowing her name, Harry was intrigued. He carried on with his day lazily spent on the couch, repeatedly checking his phone for a message to come in. He felt pathetic to be checking every so often, finally deciding to just throw his phone onto the other end of the couch and reach for it whenever he’d hear that ding.
And it came in.
Harry groaned into the air as he leaned over and snatched his phone, reading her message over and over with a growing smirk on his face.
‘You can expect me there next weekend. x’
Somehow, someway, they ended up texting every day for the whole week and ending their nights with long phone calls where they spoke about each other and whatever they did for that day. Harry knew he was developing a crush on this woman, more excited than ever to see her again and not just for the good sex.
But he had to admit, the sounds of her slick pussy lived in his mind – and he loved to remind her of it.
It was Thursday night, their routine phone calls in play as he wiped his kitchen counter, phone pocketed between his ear and shoulder and a soft moan came through.
“What are you doing?” Harry froze his ministrations, letting out a deep breath before he heard her voice again through the phone.
“Can you guess?” Her voice was soft and laced with lust, another moan following and rushing straight to Harry’s cock.
He dropped the towel on the counter, walking straight into his room as his heart began to race. “If you’re getting yourself wet for me,” Harry groaned as he fell back onto his bed, hand slipping into his sweats and wrapping around his cock,
can you write a blurb where dom!harry is fucking y/n so hard that she ends up in tears bc it lowkey hurts and harry stops and asks her if she’s okay and ends up cuddling her and comforting her?
you ask and you shall receive. i could've made this longer but my brain hurts tbh
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Harry knew that he could be really intense at times. He didn’t mean to. Of course not. But feeling how warm and wet (Y/N)’s tight pussy felt around his throbbing cock was something that made him lose all control. It made him feral and primal.
(Y/N)’s moans were so loud and melodical. Her whimpers and cries stroked Harry’s ego. His hands were tight on her hips as he fucked her harder and harder onto the bed, straddling himself on the back of her thighs with her ass spread open to have a perfect view of his cock being devoured by her cunt.
All he could see was her swallowing him, making Harry find even more strength inside of him and drilling into her so mercilessly. Her whimpers got louder and her moans were messy, more of broken and weak “ah”s filling the thick air between them. But Harry didn’t notice how hard he was going. He didn’t notice how hard his grip was on her ass, how hard he was pounding into her and how deep he was arching her back. Not until he heard (Y/N)’s voice breaking him out of his feral mindset with a soft cry, “H, please. Stop. Please.”
Harry immediately ceased all movements, pulling out of her and helping her turn around so he could see her face and apologize. “What? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
(Y/N)’s eyes were watery, swallowing hard and shrugging softly. “Um… yeah... You just – too hard. My back started to hurt and I.. I’m sorry.”
Harry sighed and shook his head with a frown. “No, baby. Don’t. Don’t apologize. S’my fault. I should’ve been softer. I’m sorry.” He leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead, holding her cheeks in his hand so tenderly as if trying to take back the pain he made her feel.
“Let’s just lay down and cuddle, yeah?” Harry stood up to retrieve a fresh pair of underwear for both of them, first putting hers on then getting himself covered. He left the room to grab her a cold glass of water and even a pain killer in case she would wake up too sore to move.
“I’m really sorry, angel. Didn’t mean to hurt you.” Harry exhaled deeply, placing the glass on the nightstand before joining her in bed and holding her close to his chest with soft caresses up and down her back.
(Y/N) knew he didn’t mean to hurt her, she was well aware. But his comfort and soft touches to make sure she feels better made her feel taken care of and happy that Harry was so considerate. She felt bad to leave him high and dry but (Y/N) would make it up for him tomorrow.
