summary: in which yn is ready for a baby and harry can’t get enough
pairing: nhl player harry x reader
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“h?” yn questions, looking up at him from her spot in his lap on the couch as they watch the movie playing on the screen before them. he hums in acknowledgment before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “i wanna have a baby, ‘m ready now,” she informs him, and harry swears his heart stops.
“yeah? y’wanna have my baby?” harry questions, trying to contain his excitement at what his wife has just said to him. “y’gonna let me make you a mama?” he’s smiling ear to ear with tears in his eyes as she nods enthusiastically.
harry wraps his arms around her before lifting the two of them up and hurrying toward the bedroom, yn letting out a shocked laugh at how quickly the trajectory of the evening changed. he hurries and places her on her feet beside the bed before pulling her into him to press his lips to hers. he kisses her so passionately and for so long that her heads begins to feel floaty, her body melting into his as his tongue gently explores her mouth.
when he finally pulls away, the both of them are practically bursting with emotions and love, their eyes burning into each other’s for just a moment, a silent communication of how their lives will change after tonight.
he, once again, makes the first move, quickly but gingerly helping her out of her clothes and onto the bed before doing the same for himself. climbing atop her, he rests his weight on his elbows before capturing her lips again, getting as close to her as he can without crushing her. as their kisses grow more desperate, he begins to grind his hardened cock against where she’s begun to get wet for him, feeling the warmth of her and instantly becoming addicted.
“are y’ready for me, angel?” he whispers against her lips, trying to keep some sort of restraint as he awaits the green light. she nods, whining against his lips. “need your words, angel. please.”
she pulls away begrudgingly. “yes, please give it to me,” she whines, her hips bucking up to meet his. he does so immediately, reaching down to line his cock up with her awaiting hole before inching in slowly, a collective sigh of relief leaving them when their hips finally meet. the feeling of having each other bare is like no other. she instantly wraps her legs around his waist as he begins to move sweetly inside of her, keeping him close as he hits that spot inside of her that makes her feel dizzy.
the sound of their skin meeting with each thrust of his hips accompany the sounds of her moans of pleasure and his pants as he tries to keep things slow. she feels so good he knows he won’t last, so when he feels himself getting close pretty quickly, he brings his hand between them once more and places two fingers on her swollen clit before rubbing gentle circles around the slick head. “need you t’cum for me, i won’t last. need to feel you, mama. come on,” he encourages.
the combination of the feeling of him inside of her and on her clit, plus the new pet name send her over the edge with a cry of his name, bringing him with her. his hips stutter when she clenches around him and he cums with a sob so loud that it startles her for a moment as she fears something is wrong, but then she feels the slight shake in his lower half before she’s being warmed from the inside. he’s twitching inside of her as he floods her with his cum, his hips pressing tightly against her before he’s pulling out a bit and repeating the action.
tears are streaming down both of their faces as they ride out the intense highs, but yn soon realizes that he isn’t slowing down as much as usual, preparing her for when he inevitably pulls out of her. his sobs of pleasure haven’t stopped, he’s overstimulating himself with each movement but he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. she can obviously take much more than he can and so the feeling is still very pleasant for her, and she’s removing her legs from his hips to allow a slightly deeper angle.
“mama, i- fuck, just need to fill y’up one more time. so close, please, need just a little bit more, gonna fill you up,” he’s rambling through choked sobs as he just continues to rut his hips into hers, feeling her clench around him again to signal another orgasm from her as well.
she’s pliant underneath him as he continues to wreck her sensitive walls, her eyes practically glued to the back of her skull when he lifts her leg a bit to get even deeper inside of her, nudging her cervix just enough that it’s painful but not unpleasant.
“so deep, don’t stop please, need it,” her words are whiny and quiet, choppy as she struggles to even speak with how he feels inside of her.
pressing his face into her neck, he presses gentle kisses on the damp skin there as his hips begin to stutter once more. “angel baby, gonna cum again. gonna give you my baby, stuff you full,” he gasps, his balls drawn up tight as he tries to lean into the intense feeling. it’s so much that he feels like he needs to pull out but he can’t, his body taking over as he starts to pulse against her walls. “cmon, mama. cum for me and i’ll give you my baby, please, i can’t take it angel.”
his sweet sweet noises and the feeling of him twitching inside send her over the edge with a choked cry, her back arching as she milks him for what he has left to give. she’s so tight around him that he can’t even move as he fills her once more. the smallest sobs of pleasure leave his lips while he empties himself in her,
he goes to pull his sensitive cock from her still twitching walls, but before he can move even an inch he’s whimpering and sliding back into her. “no, no. can’t have any going to waste, just wanna stay like this for a while.”
Eeeeekk!!!! Hi Hi everyone!! I hope you are all doing well, here comes the first post of the year! <3
So.. It is my birthday today, and I'm very excited to tell you that I'm introducing to you, another one of my pairings! This a little excerpt from the fic (wip) I'm writing about this chaotic pairing, and I really do hope this gets you as excited about their story, as I am! This was supposed to be up in December but for some reason, I didn't post it?? Anyways, other than that, you shall see more, further on in 2024 :)
Also, shoutout to @cupid-styles and @elioslover for picking my ice hockey!Harry to be the one to get a buzzcut, hahah! My indecisive self (who lowkey wanted you guys to pick him), could've never 💗
All the love always,
A.
Verse - NHL Player!Harry x Figure Skater!Y/n (uni era)
Word Count - It's just an excerpt so it's short!
Warnings - None that I can find but if there are any, do tell me and I'll edit them into this!
Y/n is reluctantly trimming Harry's hair when her nose feels funny, and she sneezes. Its good though, that Harry asks for her opinion regarding a change that he would rather appreciate.
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Y/n sat on her unmade bed, hair unbrushed and messy since she woke up from a 3-hour nap. Her fingers typed away on her laptop, her face showing zero signs of any stress regarding the assignment she's going to have to turn in un-edited.
Probably because of the breakdown she'd had before taking nap. She'd been so stressed that she had drawn blood from her lips and broken two of her nails -- which was rather disappointing to her considering she'd got them done not so long ago in the honour of the upcoming season of winter.
The temperature was still as hot as summer, but half of the world was snowed in, and she wanted the peace of mind that winter brought her; so, she deluded herself into thinking that it was indeed her favourite time of the year.
A silent burp made its way up her throat, as she drank the day-old diet coke she'd been drinking before her meltdown-that-leads-to-an-amazing-nap.
Just as she slurped on the last sip that wasn't anything but melted ice, she heard the door to the flat open and her eyes rose up just in time to catch the sight of a sweaty and out of breath Harry, through the open door of her room.
"Y/n?" He called for her, walking towards her room when she only hummed in response. He passed her an apologetic smile on reaching her doorframe, and she knew he was going to ask something of her that the both of them know she wouldn't be willing to do quite easily.
"I need your help," he grinned at her. "...And Immediately."
She looked at him suspiciously, before deciding to shift her focus back on her assignment, knowing that he would lure her in if she were to continue looking at him.
But Harry was at once kneeling beside the side of bed she was sitting on. With his hands joined, he contorted his face in a way that looked like he was about to cry. "I beg of you, please! If you don't help me right now, my life will be ruined forever!"
Y/n's eyes had fallen into untrusting slits by now as she minimized the document that she had been writing in. "What is it, Harry?" She asked him in a monotonous tone, shutting her laptop as if procrastinating the essay any longer would be a great help.
"Cut my hair."
Instantly her jaw dropped open. Shaking her head, she began reopening her laptop and Harry took a hold of her wrists. "Harry, there's no way!" She yelped as he began making her get off the bed.
"I'm not asking you to give me haircut like Zayn!" He exclaimed, as if that'd ease her. "Just trim it a bit," he shrugged, walking out into the small living-room with Y/n thrashing behind him. She even threw a few hands at him, but he had a feeling that she wasn't as opposed by the idea as she was pretending to.
He pulled out a chair in front of the mirror that, though they had been living in this flat for nearly two months, had yet to be pinned to the wall. "C'mon, you work at a salon -- surely you know how to trim a guy's hair," he teased her, knowing that questioning her abilities would get to her and she'd cut his hair better than any hairdresser ever could.
Looking at her reflection glaring at him through the mirror, he winked at her before bending down to unzip his bag. He pulled out an electric trimmer from inside it and handed it to her, pulling the towel from the coffee table that he had left there earlier in the morning.
Once done draping it over his shoulders, he handed her the trimmer and added a touch of his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew they simply don't work on her.
"Okay. If you end up bald, don't complain then," she grumbled before running her hand through his hair. "Is this sweat or did you wash your hair after practice?" Her face was already contorted in disgust, like she knew he surely couldn't have done the latter.
"Don't you worry, I washed it after practice," he assured her, looking at her as if she should appreciate him.
She turned on the trimmer and held his hair in sections by one of her hands. "Why didn't you go to a salon?" She asked him, trimming the hair on his sides with her mouth parted.
Harry shrugged and immediately retorted when Y/n shrieked, mumbling an apology. "The salon's too far. I don't have the time to get there; got a handful of assignments to turn in before midnight." He told her. "And I mean, saving some money never hurt anyone."
"You do realize that I've put doing my assignment on pause to do this silly shenanigan with you?" Her eyebrows rose up as she fired another question at him. She suppressed a smile when he passed a dimpled-lopsided grin to her. "God, I hate you," she said, and a smile slipped on her lips as she moved to the other side to trim the rest of his hair.
She had no reason to be doing a parttime job at a salon, it wasn't going to help her in the future in any way, but it did help her in the present with its money. The money she got by being apprenticed to a dance company went straight into the flat-bills and some other necessary purchases that she couldn't avoid.
But she wasn't complaining about it. Living among frat people was a nightmare for her. She did have fun with people but being a clean-freak and a morning person didn't match well with the frats. They did love her dearly, but when Harry came in asking if someone would be willing to be his flat mate, everyone had chanted for Y/n. And, when he asked Y/n at the rink, she had quite literally jumped at the opportunity and in the joy of the moment, hugged Harry with a tight grip that still had his heartbeat rise whenever he thought about it.
With her touching his hair, Harry's heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was afraid it was going to break a rib. His eyes never once left her reflection in the mirror, not with the way she was being so careful and serious. Her lips had parted without her knowing, and she wasn't even blinking often enough.
That was when Harry saw a hair-strand fall in her face, and her face scrunch up in a way it does when she's about to sneeze. He saw as she turned to sneeze in her elbow -- a habit that she still hadn't gotten rid of. He shifted his gaze down on his hands in his lap, to prevent her catching him staring at her.
When Y/n caught her breath after the sneeze, her eyes grew wide. Her hand began shaking as she brought the other hand to cover her mouth, looking at his head in horror. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or begin spewing apologies and decided on the latter one.
But as she opened her mouth, Harry looked at her. "Should I just buzz it off?" He questioned her and thought that she had paled at the thought of him going bald. "I mean, the match season is finally over. I don't have anything to do but study, do my parttime and of course practice hockey." He shrugged explaining his point of view, looking at her to help him decided.
"S-sure! I mean, you'd look good with any-any type of haircut." She was shaking and stuttering, but Harry was too lost in his train of thoughts to question her. "A-and its buzzcut season, anyways!"
That seemed to be helpful for Harry. He smiled at her, "Shave it off, then. I'm basically on vacation from tomorrow... and I guess I'd really appreciate a change like this!" He was back to grinning and Y/n's sweat was beginning to cool off.
She imagined sitting with Harry on a sofa on some ordinary-night with her feet in his lap like he were her closest friend and telling him about today -- a movie playing on the lowest volume possible in the background. She stopped herself before she could get lost thinking about his reaction and mess up even his buzzcut.
Prompt: Harry, the incredible hockey player that has every girl at his beck and call, meets Y/n - who changes his whole perspective on his love life. He's finally found the one.
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Language
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“Let’s do shots!” Amelia suggested - who was Y/n’s best friend and roommate - to their group of friends at the bar. Y/n cringed at the thought of more alcohol - she’s only had a beer and the thought of pure alcohol made her want to vomit.
She wasn’t much of a drinker.
The way Y/n’s dad would drink was insane. Y/n made a promise to herself a long time ago that she would never touch alcohol. She does on rare occasions, but otherwise never drinks.
Amelia stumbled her way up to the bar and ordered shots for the whole table. Fumbling her way back to the table and almost tipping the shots over, she managed to pass them all out.
Amelia insisted on another round of shots, everybody groaning in response feeling their hangover’s coming on early. Their heads pounding and stomachs churning were not good signs. The other friend besides Y/n spoke, agreeing to make sure everybody got home safely.
While Y/n bid everybody goodbye she turned and saw Amelia flirting with some dude. “Everything okay?” Y/n questioned as she approached the two, but she was instantly met with the most beautiful green eyes she's ever seen.
“Yeah, she just spilled her shot on me is all,” his raspy, accented voice filled the air. Looking down she noticed his wet shirt. “I’m so sorry. She’s just had too many drinks tonight and I was coming over to take her home,” Y/n apologized profusely, feeling horrible that her wasted friend spilled alcohol on this handsome gentleman.
“It’s okay. Just got done with finals this week and I actually want to get toasted like your friend too,” he chuckled. “What school do you go to?” Y/n questioned, as she wrapped Amelia’s arm around her neck making it easier for her to walk Amelia home.
“Just the school around the corner.” Y/n’s eyes widened a little, “Me too and so does Amelia.” Y/n chuckled, “This is Amelia by the way and I’m Y/n.” “M’ Harry,” He smiled warmly.
Pointing to Amelia - who passed out on her shoulder, Harry asked, “Do y’want some help getting her home?” Y/n shook her head, “It’s alright, thank you. You deserve to celebrate after a long year.”
Now it was Harry’s turn to shake his head, “I actually can’t. Year-round hockey player trying to make it to the pros by next year. Can’t really be slacking much, besides I’ll see these idiots tomorrow. Well maybe,” he shrugged, making Y/n laugh.
Harry grabbed Amelia’s arm and swung it over his shoulders to help walk her out to his car. Harry and Y/n were laughing their asses off as they made their way to Harry’s car.
“Did- did you hear what she just said?” Y/n laughed, buckling herself up in Harry’s passenger seat. Harry laughed as well, “I assume y’guys dressed as bananas one year for Halloween?” “Maybe,” Y/n chuckled with a shit-eating grin.
Harry helped Y/n get Amelia up the stairs and into bed making sure she was on her side and had a bucket nearby just in case she needed it.
“Thank you again for helping me bring her home,” Y/n spoke, getting a glass of water. “Would you like a drink?”
“It’s no problem. And no thank you. Gotta get up n’at them tomorrow morning,” Harry joked heading for the door. “It was nice meeting you, Harry. Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”
“It was nice meeting you and Amelia as well. Have a good night.”
Walking back to his car Harry was flabbergasted. Not once has he ever had a girl - besides his mum or sister - be that kind and caring towards him. He had the biggest grin on his face and he didn’t even know it at the time.
Most girls found him attractive and just wanted to use him for sex or to show off. Nobody has ever been as caring as Y/n was.
-
“Hey, mister. You’re pretty handsome,” a girl spoke, catching Harry off guard from where he was taking a break from his lift to catch his breath.
She was average height, and wore a sports bra that showed off way too much cleavage - how could she even workout with her boobs almost falling out? And her matching spandex leggings were so tight and high up it gave her a camel toe.
“Thanks,” Harry grumbled, picking up his weights again to do his next rep.
The same girl waltzed up and started touching his biceps as they flexed under the gym lights as Harry did his bicep curls. “Look at these muscles. I bet your other muscles flex this good when you’re in bed.”
Dropping the weights harshly Harry turned to face her, “Do you fuckin’ mind? M’just trying to work out but all you care about is getting in my pants.”
“So are we still on for tonight?” The girl called out after him watching him storm off to the men’s locker rooms.
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“Amelia, why would I want to go to a hockey scrimmage?” Y/n bit back agitated by her best friend.
All day Amelia has been nagging Y/n to go to the hockey scrimmage so she could meet the cute guy she spilled her beer on. Still, when Y/n asks if she can remember anything from that night, she insists all she can remember is the ‘cute’ guy.
Deep down Y/n really wanted to go to the scrimmage. She wanted to see Harry again, but if her best friend found him cute she couldn’t. She didn’t want to ruin their friendship over some stupid guy.
“C’mon please Y/n!” Amelia begged. “Fine,” Y/n huffed out, “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
“What kind of hockey game will this be if they are not even selling beer?” Amelia whined to Y/n as they walked to their seats.
Y/n shrugged, “You’re the one who wanted to come to this.” Amelia ignored her remark and sat down in the seat.
“Now which one is the guy I spilled my beer on?” She questioned as she watched the men in hockey uniforms file out for the national anthem. “I’m not sure. It’s hard to recognize because of the gear.”
They stood for the national anthem, then sat back down again picking up their buckets of popcorn and digging back in.
“Wait they're announcing the starters,” Y/n said as she noticed they were announcing the opposing team's starters.
“And at starting forward, Harry Styles!” The announcer enthusiastically said into the mic, making the crowd erupt into loud cheers and roars.
“Damn, you guys would make cute babies.” Amelia shrugged innocently and shoved some popcorn in her mouth. Amelia’s comment made Y/n’s cheeks turn crimson red and she almost choked on her popcorn.
Y/n threw some of her popcorn at her, “Shut up!”
“You don’t have to hide that you like him. You haven’t shut up since you guys met the other night!” Amelia giggled girlishly before turning her attention back to the game. Was Y/n really falling for Harry?
Towards the end of the third period, Y/n’s and Amelia’s popcorn buckets were empty and water bottles were dry. To say Harry was a good player was an understatement. Harry was an amazing player.
He was definitely going pro by next year. Every time he scored or broke up a play the crowd would erupt into loud cheers. The fans loved him, but the opposing team, not so much.
Harry also wouldn’t tolerate the back talk while playing. - One of the opposing players tripped Harry on purpose. Harry was getting on his nerves by being an arrogant son of a bitch and taunting him.
My mum could skate faster than you.
You know the goal of the game is to get the puck into the net.
God my blind cousin could do better than you.
I’m the dick? Yeah, and you’re a fucking twat!
That was the last comment Harry said before he was full force going at the player. Fortunately, the refs and his teammates were able to calm him down some.
As Y/n and Amelia were talking - not really paying much attention to the game, they could hear gasps. Turning to see a hockey puck come full force towards them, but not having any reaction time. The puck ended up smoking Y/n in the ribs.
“Oh my god, Y/n are you okay?” Amelia panicked as her best friend gripped her side. The on-call paramedics came rushing to Y/n’s aid and took her down to their makeshift exam table.
“Raise your hands above your head, please. Just want to feel around and make sure everything is okay.” Y/n did as the paramedic asked, as he lightly touched the already bruising tender flesh.
Y/n focused on the hockey players heading out of the locker room and not on the searing pain in her ribs. Y/n hissed as he touched a very tender spot, “Looks like you’re just going to have some nasty bruises. I don’t feel any breaks.”
“How did this happen?” Y/n questioned, tugging her shirt back over her head. She couldn’t quite fathom how the puck hit her because there was glass and nets surrounding the ice.
“There must have been a broken loop and the puck slipped right through it,” he said, packing up his equipment so he could leave. “Oh,” Y/n hummed, hopping down from the table, “Thank you.”
As she went to walk away a recognizable voice was calling her name. “Y/n wait up!” Harry yelled through the hall running towards her. His curls matted to his head from the sweat and helmet.
Harry caught up to her, “I’m so sorry about the puck hitting you.” His eyes held sincerity - something Y/n wasn’t used to. “I thought the goal of the game was to hit the puck inside the net?” Y/n teased as they continued walking through the halls.
“Hey! That was uncalled for,” Harry pouted, “Thanks for coming though. It was nice seeing a familiar face.” “Your family doesn’t come?”
“No. M’from England so it's a long trip just to watch hockey,” Harry said with sadness lacing his voice. “I’m sorry. But that does make sense why you talk funny,” Y/n joked, a fond smile gracing her lips. “Hey!” Harry whined, “Is it national make fun of Harry day?” Y/n shrugged a playful smile adorning her lips still.
“Where's your sidekick?” Harry asked as they reached his car. “After I got hit she wasn’t allowed with me so she left to go get some drinks since the venue didn't sell any.” Harry hummed, “Do you want a ride?” “Yes, please,” she nodded.
“You played very well. I could see why you’ll be in the pros next year,” Y/n spoke from the passenger seat to break the silence. “Thank you. Most people think I need to focus on school instead, but playing pro has been my dream since I was little.” Harry spoke turning into Y/n’s apartment complex parking lot.
“Just do what makes you happy, nobody can tell you differently,” Y/n said as he unbuckled her seat belt, “Thanks for the ride, Harry. See you around.” Y/n quickly hopped out of the car and headed inside.
‘Just do what makes you happy’ was stuck in Harry’s head as he drove himself back to his apartment. Harry has always been told to focus on his education and not sports. Still, he continued to work hard in both the classroom and on the ice - look at where he ended up.
He has a major chance to make the draft next year and the only people who have supported him were his mum and sister. And merely this girl he met a few days ago. What was she doing to him?
Deep, deep down she made him happy and he knew that. She didn’t try to get down in pants when she first met him. She was the opposite, down-to-earth, kind girl he's ever met.
As Harry drove home, he thought about how he was scared. If he ever opened up to her would she take off? Would she judge him? Would she flip a switch and want what everybody else wants with him? He only had one way of finding out.
But deep down, Harry knew she was different. A kind and loving girl with a big heart.
As Y/n laid in her bed that night she thought about Harry. How his family didn’t come to the game which was understandable with the traveling. She felt bad for him in that sense because she understood.
Y/n’s parents were alcoholics. Well her mom was up until she died of liver cancer. She hoped that her dad would stop drinking after the incident to see where he would end up next, but he never did.
Her parents never physically abused her; it was all emotional abuse. She was in a toxic environment for her whole life.
Y/n and Amelia met in high school. Amelia was a transfer student and she and Y/n instantly hit it off and have been inseparable ever since. Amelia would let Y/n spend the night when her dad got really bad which was most of the time.
Y/n was scared of opening up and saying too much to Harry because what if he didn’t want that? She knows he deserves a girlfriend without the baggage. That’s all Y/n was, just becoming somebody else’s problem with baggage.
-
“Why don’t you actually go out and do something productive?” Y/n’s father questioned as he came into the kitchen with a six-pack in hand. “I’m doing my homework so I can earn a scholarship to pay for college.”
“That’s good. I don’t plan on paying for your tuition. You'll be eighteen soon enough and I won’t have to pay for you anymore.” Cracking open a beer and taking a swig, “Then you’ll just become somebody else’s problem,” he shrugged.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n questioned packing up her things and getting ready to head over to Amelia’s since she practically lived there. “You know what I mean. You’ll rely on somebody else to take care of you. I’ll be much happier without you in my life anymore.”
-
That was the night Y/n left her childhood home once and for all and moved in with Amelia and her family. She hasn’t talked to her dad since.
But that’s why Y/n is afraid. She doesn’t want to become somebody else’s problem. But yet she still has doubts and they will be a constant burden till somebody tells her differently.
-
Waking up to knocking was not surprising to Y/n. Amelia probably spent the night and forgot her keys inside. Y/n quickly threw her hair into a messy bun and put her glasses on.
“Really Amelia? You frog-” Y/n swung the door open to definitely not reveal Amelia, “Oh Harry! Hi! I wasn’t expecting you.”
Harry chuckled, “I take it you thought I was Amelia?” “Yeah I did,” she laughed, “Please come in.” Y/n stepped off to the side to allow Harry to come in.
“What are you doing here?” Y/n questioned as she made a pot of coffee. Harry scratched at the nape of his neck in nervousness, “Well uh-” he chuckled, “There’s a festival going on downtown and I was just wondering if you would like to go with me? I understand it’s last minute so if you say no it's fine, I just tho-”
Y/n cut Harry off with a warm smile, “It’s okay Harry. I have nothing going on.” She chuckled, “I would love to go with you.”
“I can just wait for you to get ready,” Harry shrugged, not really minding waiting. Y/n agreed and gave him a cup of coffee, “Help yourself to anything you want. I’ll be back shortly.”
Y/n quickly went into her room and got ready. Doing her hair in a simple claw clip to keep it off her face, and wearing some jean shorts paired with a simple tank top and her classic converse. She finished her look with some gold earrings and a gold necklace.
When Y/n walked out of the room Harry’s jaw dropped. Y/n looked beautiful - she was dressed in simple clothing yet looked drop-dead gorgeous. She was naturally beautiful.
“Y’look stunning Y/n,” Harry said, catching Y/n’s attention where she was double checking she had everything in her purse.
Y/n’s cheeks heated up at Harry’s comment, “Thank you.” Harry got up and put his used coffee mug in her sink, “M’ready whenever you are.”
“I’m ready,” Y/n smiled. She and Harry made their way out of Y/n’s apartment and down to Harry’s car.
Y/n took in Harry’s apparel. He was sporting simple black Nike shirt with vibrant green shorts. The brightness of the green shorts brought out the green of his eyes. ***
Y/n’s mind wandered and she couldn’t help but see how lucky she was. She was going out with a guy who was sexy, fit, and trim.
The car ride to the fair was not too long from Y/n’s apartment. Her and Harry made small talk including Harry asking how her ribs were doing after that nasty hit she took from the puck.
“They're okay. Bruised, swollen, hurt like a bitch, but I’ll be fine,” she replied.
Fondness overtook Harry when she spoke those words. They were not fake by any means. She wasn’t trying to put up a front for Harry. Y/n was just being Y/n and that's what Harry adored with her - along with many other things of course.
Harry and Y/n spent the day at the fair eating and drinking a bunch of junk food - Harry normally wouldn’t do that since he’s on a strict diet with hockey, but when Y/n insisted he would have to help her eat the food he gave in. When did Harry give into a girl's command or wish?
They rode the rides, both of them a little scared the ride would bust though since it was a fair and these people pack up and take down their equipment so quickly.
-
“Harry, c’mon! Stop being a wimp! It’ll be fun!” Y/n spoke enthusiastically trying to sweet talk Harry into riding the ride.
“I don’t know Y/n,” Harry spoke nervously and jokingly, “I think I might throw up those deep-fried Oreos you made me eat.” To be honest, Harry was a little nervous he might throw up since it was one of those spinning rides.
“You’ll be fine Harry,” Y/n grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him to get in line. Harry just had a fond smile on his lips as he watched the amazing girl before him.
-
Now Harry and Y/n are on their last ride, the Ferris wheel. After almost a whole day at the festival, they decided to wrap it up and call it quits.
They sat in the seat together just talking about anything and everything that came to their mind. Harry enjoyed Y/n’s company and Y/n enjoyed Harry’s company.
Without thinking, Harry snaked his arm around Y/n’s back and she leaned into his hold. He was warm while Y/n was a bit chilled from the late night summer breeze.
“Y/n I really like you,” Harry started and stared off at the bright lights from the fair. “This might be too soon, but I was wondering if you’d like to give us a shot?”
Y/n hesitated, “I don’t know.” Harry’s heart sank fast, “I- I come with a lot of past issues,” Y/n spoke, hearing the hurtful words her father said to her playing over and over again in her head.
“We can work through that, you know? Heck, I probably have something we would need to work through, but I completely respect your decision either way.” Y/n’s eyes met his and she could tell he meant it - he was serious about this relationship.
“If you’re still offering I would like to give us a shot,” Y/n smiled.
“Let’s take a quick picture, I want to have something to cherish this day,” Y/n spoke, taking her phone out. She and Harry quickly snapped some pictures. Knowing this was instantly becoming Y/n’s new lock screen photo.
“Here I want to get one of my own,” Harry said, taking his phone out. They both smiled and made cheeky faces as he clicked the photo button but on the last one he dipped in and kissed Y/n on the cheek. That was his favorite picture of all and was going to become his new screen saver.
He loved the way it made Y/n’s cheeks heat up. Hell, he found everything Y/n did adorable and fascinating.
On the ride home, the new couple was very giddy. Harry pulled into Y/n’s apartment complex and parked, “You should spend the night. We can kick Amelia to her room and watch some movies?” Y/n spoke nervously, gauging Harry for his reaction.
“I would love to. Make a healthy dinner so we at least have something good in our system,” Harry smiled teasingly. “Hey!” Y/n swatted playfully at him with feigned offense.
And that's how the night ended. Harry and Y/n cooked a healthy dinner - per Harry’s request, and sat in the living room watching movies while getting to know each other even more.
Y/n couldn’t be happier. She feels like she’s known Harry forever since it's so easy making conversation with him. Plus they will literally talk about anything. It just flows out naturally.
Y/n is in a better living environment with her best friend and dating a beautiful, perfect, and handsome man who makes her happy. She couldn’t ask for anything more.
As for Harry, he’s finally found somebody who makes him happy. He was never happy when all girls wanted from him was sex. He wasn’t for that. He wanted a true relationship and to take things slow. He didn’t want sex right off the bat.
He found Y/n. Yeah, she may have some past trauma but they will be able to get through it. Together, as a couple.
Y/n has made Harry happier over the past few days than anybody - other than his mum and sister - has ever done in his whole life.
Couples have their ups and downs, work through problems together, and have bumps in the road throughout their relationship. Still, everything works out for a reason. Everything will be alright for the new couple.
They’ll navigate their way through this new adventure, together. And everything will be alright.
summary: in which harry comes home to yn in a bad mood and makes all of those nasty feelings go away
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“cmon, petal. y’know i wouldn’t just intentionally not answer your calls,” harry grumbles, placing his hands on her hips and rubbing his thumbs over them gently. the term of endearment as well as his soft touch are already breaking down her tough exterior, but she doesn’t want to give into him just yet. when she’d called him from bed after he’d left for work, wet and ready for him to quell her desire over the phone, he hadn’t answered because of ‘an important meeting with the team’s media management’.
his eyes flit across her face and body as he takes in all of the subconscious signals she’s sending him, and when he notices her dark eyes and her thighs squeezed together just a bit as she shifts from foot to foot, realization begins to set in.
“ah, i see,” he muses, finally understanding what’s going on. “why don’t y’tell me why you were calling me in the first place. what was goin’ on?” he questions as if he’s confused, but she can see right through him and knows she’s been caught. when she doesn’t answer, he takes it upon himself to go even further, moving even closer to her. close enough that her breaths begin to quicken from the close proximity.
“just insatiable. was waking you up this morning with m’tongue on you not enough? hmm?” he’s teasing her now, one hand that’d been resting on her hip moving down to the hem of her panties as he gives her a moment to recall the earlier events.
~earlier~
“please,” yn cries, her hands tangled deep into her husband’s hair as she tries to get him as close to her centre as possible, despite his face being literally buried in her warmth. their cries are mixing together as he groans against her from both the pain and the pleasure of her hands on him, still licking and sucking all over her like a starved man.
he knows she’s close by the way her thighs have closed in on his ears and her back has started to arch, her moans much louder and drawn out than when he’d first gotten his mouth on her.
so he does the only thing that will get her there; he changes absolutely nothing about what he’s doing with his mouth. and, to no one’s surprise, she’s cumming against his mouth with a cry of his name as the orgasm wracks her body, her legs shaking on either side of his head.
he doesn’t pull away from her until she’s whining and crying from the overstimulation, her hands pushing him off of her as she tries to catch her breath. aftershocks are still shaking her body every few seconds when he crawls up from between her thighs with swollen lips, his face drenched in the evidence of her orgasm.
~now~
a soft needy whimper can be heard even through her closed mouth as she remembers the experience very well, the thoughts of the morning doing nothing to help her current situation. “i’m starting to think i married someone very selfish,” he chides, but his dimpled grin and sparkling eyes go against his words. “i didn’t even cum this morning and here you are, complaining even after i had y’crying.”
she doesn’t respond to him still, but he knows how to get a reaction out of her. so he reaches up and grabs her neck with one hand just as he lets the other breach the hem of her panties and forces her to look at him. he looks her dead in the eyes as two of his fingers delve into her soaked folds and gather some wetness before landing on her clit and rubbing slow, torturous circles around the slick bud.
he presses his lips to hers right as she starts to get vocal, swallowing her moans as he picks up the pace. he can feel her legs start to give out, signalling her orgasm, but he isn’t having that, pulling her hand out of her panties and his mouth away from hers, leaving her near tears as she tries to catch her breath.
“cmon then. go get in bed and ready f’me. i’ll be up soon,” the moment she’s given the instruction she’s making her way to the bedroom before stripping her clothes off and lying in the bed as she waits for harry. he doesn’t keep her waiting for long, and when he comes in the bedroom with his shirt off, yn swears she can cum on the spot.
when he reaches the foot of the bed she’s practically drooling as he sheds his athletic shorts and boxers, leaving her completely bare and all for her. he’s hard and leaking, making it clear that he is just as desperate for her as she is him. climbing onto the bed, he spreads her legs and hooks them onto his hips before placing a hand next to her head and using the other to line himself up with her.
then he’s sinking inside of her, one smooth slow thrust as he bottoms out. she’s so warm and wet around him he feels like he won’t last at all, but his body just takes over as he starts to move. he pulls out of her a bit just to dive back inside of her with so much force that it knocks her up the bed a bit, but he just moves right along with her. he repeats the action, and the sharp thrust causes her to gasp in pleasure, but it breaks off into a moan as he changes the angle and pushes himself deeper into her.
“that’s it, mama. taking me so well, made just for me and my cock, hm?” harry rasps, taking his time as he fucks his wife. small mewls of pleasure are now leaving her swollen lips as she attempts to catch her breath, and he’s going slow to ensure that he reaches as far inside of her as he can, but not so slow that the feeling is unenjoyable.
“so deep, please,” she’s whining now, tears welling on her waterline when he pulls out again just to slam into her once more, the slickness of their combined arousal making the whole process that much smoother. it’s as if each time he pulls out of her -just far out enough that his weepy tip is resting against her entrance- there’s some type of elastic band just pulling him back in.
“i know, angel. i know. bet you feel me right here in y’tummy, huh?” he coos, one hand moving to her stomach, right above where he thinks his cock is inside of her. he doesn’t wait for an answer as he presses down onto the soft skin, until he can feel where he’s penetrating her deeply. the concentrated furrow in his brow melts away as her soft little mewls start to morph into long, loud, and drawn out, sort of guttural moans, signalling to him that he’s done the right thing.
he keeps the firm pressure there as he picks up his pace, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm with each thrust of his hips. not long after, he feels the all too familiar feeling of her walls beginning to flutter around him, but he’s given no time to react as she suddenly locks down on him tightly as her orgasm slams into her. the sheer force and intensity of her orgasm simultaneously triggers his, and his jaw is dropping as a choked moan leaves him from the unexpected climax.
“fuck, shit!” he gasps, feeling her cum coat his cock generously as he begins to fill her up.
spurt after spurt of his cum shoots from his cock and deep into yn, his head dropping into the crevice between her neck and shoulder as it absolutely wrecks him. his softening cock is still thrusting weakly into his wife as he floods her and a sob of pleasure falls from his lips when he feels her flutter around him again.
they ride the waves of pleasure for a little while, and the moment they’re finally down, harry gently pulls out of yn, but he makes the mistake of looking down to where they were previously connected. he can only watch in awe as his cum starts to drip out of her wrecked hole, and then she’s groaning as he holds her thighs back before lying on his stomach.
“just gonna have a little taste, angel,” he coaxes, but they both know it’s a lie because harry doesn’t ever just ‘have a little taste’ of his wife. the moment he gets his mouth on her he’s in a sort of trance until he knows she can’t take anymore. it doesn’t matter where they are or what they have planned for the day, if he gets a taste of her he can go for hours. “just fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers when he’s eye level with where she’s full of his cum and leaking.
he can’t wait any longer, and all of his resolve has flown out the window as he grips her hips and holds her down before running his tongue through her swollen messy folds. the taste instantly pulls a groan of satisfaction from his lips, the taste of their mixed arousal spurring him on. she’s already sensitive so he knows he should be quick but he just can’t, his eyes fluttering shut as his head gets floaty, he’s drunk on the taste of her. he continues for about 3 more minutes (which isn’t nearly long enough in his opinion but he’ll have to take care of that tomorrow) before she’s falling apart once more, this one rendering her silent and breathless.
she finds the energy to push him away when she can’t possibly take anymore, and he just props himself up on his elbows and watches her as she comes down, rubbing his thumbs on her hipbones to ground her. when he can see that she’s back down to earth, he presses a couple kisses to her inner thighs before speaking up.
“are you up for a bath or shower tonight or should i just clean you up and we can go to bed?” he whispers, but he has a feeling that her answer will be the latter. he’s proven correctly when she speaks up and confirms his thoughts. so he gets up and goes to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to wet with warm water and cleans himself up before making his way back to where she still lies in the centre of the bed, fucked out and glowy. he gently spreads her legs before taking the towel to her swollen and sensitive skin, thoroughly but carefully cleaning her.
once she’s all clean, he helps her get tucked under the blankets before he’s moving back to the bathroom to put the washcloth away and heading to the kitchen yo grab her some water to drink. when he gets back he sits her up and helps her drink all that she can before placing the remaining water on the nightstand and turning the lights off before climbing into bed. the two bask in the comfortable silence for a while as sleep starts to take over them, and within minutes they’re both sound asleep.
summary: in which harry comes home after a long flight to a wonky ac and a wife who’s fast asleep
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harry heaves out a deep sigh of relief as he finally crosses the threshold into his home, dropping his bag right at his feet as he takes off his shoes, bending down to at least move them out of the middle of the floor, and when he comes up, he realizes that there’s a bit of sweat starting to gather above his lip. he quickly wipes it off and sheds his hoodie as he makes his way upstairs, stopping at the thermostat.
upon inspection of the small dial that’s on the wall, he realizes that the temperature in the house is way hotter than the actual numbers on the screen. he takes the change and turns it down just a bit more for good measure, and he sighs in relief when he hears the sound of the air conditioning finally blowing throughout the house.
then he’s finally making the final trek to the bedroom, making sure he’s quiet as he opens his bedroom door. he makes a beeline for the closet, not even bothering to look at the bed where he knows yn is asleep. once in the closet, he tosses the hoodie into the hamper and takes off his shorts before doing the same, leaving him in just his boxers.
when he finally steps out of the closet, though, he’s stopping dead in his tracks and his breath is hitching as he takes in the sight before him. lying in the center of the bed is yn, fast asleep. that’s not unusual, though. it’s the fact that she’s naked. it’s not atypical for her to go without clothes every now and then, but the part that caught his eye the most is that she’s not under the blankets like she usually is. she’s atop the blankets, no doubt due to how hot the house was just a few minutes prior.
he can tell that her body is now adjusting to the change, though, because as his eyes trail over her figure, they stop right at her chest, where her nipples are hard from the slight chill. and what kind of husband would he be if he didn’t warm his wife up right now?
climbing up onto the bed, he crawls to the centre until he’s eye level with her body, lying on his stomach and wrapping his arms around her thighs. he takes a few moments to press some gentle kisses to the soft, warm skin, moving closer and closer to where he’ll reside. he continues until he can’t resist any longer, swiping his tongue through her folds and groaning in satisfaction before pulling back to gauge her reaction.
her breath hitches and she squirms just a bit, but ultimately settles. he takes that as a sign to repeat the action, this time going all in. his grip gets tighter on her thighs as he buries his face deeper, swiping his tongue through once more before taking her clit into his mouth and suckling softly. the action is repeated a handful of times, alternating between each, until he can hear her moans start to pick up.
yn is obviously close by the way her hips have started to grind against his mouth and the volume of her moans, and before harry can realize she’s awake, he feels her fingers in his hair and pulling lightly, making him groan into her. at the feeling she chokes on a moan before her thighs are fighting to close around his head, and he feels her start to clench and unclench as her orgasm begins to take over.
she cums with a loud cry of her husband’s name, her hips grinding against his face as he carries her through the entire thing. he’s aware that she’s down from her orgasm by now, but he doesn’t care. he won’t stop until she’s physically unable, pushing him away from her sensitive flesh.
so that’s what he does. he continues licking into her swollen folds with contentment, listening to her moans of conflict above him because it feels so good but at the same time her mind is telling her she should stop. he has an iron grip on her thighs as he works her through two more orgasms right against his mouth before finally pushing him away. he happily pulls away from her and frees himself from his boxers, satisfied with the amount of time he spent buried between her thighs.
her thighs relax on either side of her and she’s happy for the moment of relief, her chest heaving. “jus’ stay like that, angel. y’don’t even have to lift a finger,” he coos, stroking himself a few times before laying atop her and grabbing one of her thighs. she doesn’t even register what’s happening as he lines himself up with her and slides home in one smooth thrust, the both of them moaning softly in relief.
a shiver runs down yn’s spine at both the feeling and the temperature of the room. “oh, poor thing,” he tsks from above her, grinding down so that his pelvis rubs her swollen clit. “don’t worry, i’m gonna warm you up.”
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“How was class, love?” Harry asked Y/n when she walked into his apartment.
They went back and forth between his and her apartment throughout the weeks. Spending a few days at one and a few days at the other.
It just depends on who’s around which apartment since both of them have roommates.
“It was good,” she spoke setting her bag down on one of the chairs.
Y/n grabbed a mug and poured some of the freshly brewed coffee into it adding some cream sugar going and sitting down next to Harry on the couch who was working on some homework he had.
“We went more in-depth with how the brain functions and our behavior,” she took a sip of her warm coffee. “What are you working on?”
Harry leaned back and stretched his aching joints popping and cracking, “Just some anatomy. Learning about the different muscles.”
The two continued conversations about school till Harry’s phone buzzed.
He glanced down seeing a text from his coach, “Practice got canceled.”
Y/n’s eyes lit up, “So that means we have the whole day to ourselves.”
Harry hummed watching as she quickly straddled his lap, “So that means we can have all the sex we want and have a date night out?”
Harry’s eyes roamed Y/n’s body, “I like the sounds of this.”
His smirk didn’t go unnoticed as they crashed their lips together and Harry’s hands roamed Y/n’s body as hers weaves through his hair.
"So, you can notice tiniest details about me, but you don't realize that big a bruise on your foot."
NHL harry
Harry dropped his hockey bag by the entrance of the apartment he shared with Y/n. Him and Y/n just arrived home from the arena after the game that took place tonight. All Harry wanted to do was eat and go to bed.
Getting ready for bed was the same routine as any other night. Harry was finishing up brushing his teeth when Y/n appeared in the bathroom and snaked her arms around his waist. He smelt of pine and mint from his shower wash and toothpaste.
“What happened here?” Y/n asked as she gently traced over the inflamed and purpling skin. Harry winced at the slightest touch on the tender skin, “When the dumbass high sticked me.”
Y/n hummed and left sweet kisses on his muscular back. When Harry was done he stepped back and stepped right on Y/n’s foot. “Shit Y/n I’m sorry,” Harry said as he took her hands so she wouldn’t fall backward and looked down at her foot to make sure it was okay.
“I’m fine H. No harm done,” Y/n laughed lightly at her overreacting boyfriend. “But why is there a bruise on your foot Y/n? I didn’t step on it that hard did I?” Y/n looked down to see what Harry was talking about - seeing a decent size deep purple and yellow bruise on the top of her foot.
Y/n laughed lightly shaking her head, “Harry there's no way my foot bruised that quickly. I didn’t even notice that.” “So you can notice the tiniest details about me, but you don’t realize that big bruise on your foot,” Harry said with a chuckle.
“I notice the tiniest details on you while you notice the tiniest details on me,” Y/n said with a smirk. She then leaned up to his ear and hummed, “And I notice that your cock is twitching in those tight briefs of yours.”
Y/n walked away with a smirk on her face. Harry gathered himself then walked into their bedroom seeing Y/n in nothing but her panties and bra.
“You're a cheeky little thing y’know that. That’s why m’gonna fuck you so hard tonight,” Harry said as he strode over to her ready to rip the rest of her clothing off and have the best time in bed tonight.
