This is my ultimate Harry fantasy… wrote well before he was actually IN Jamaica. Enjoy :)
(If you want to do your extra homework on this story, where the name of the story came from and the music that inspired it, check it out here )
Rating: NC-17 - SMUT
The evening was hot and muggy, the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck, regret filling your mind about how longit took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon. Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.
“You don’t happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the hair ties would come back.
He glanced at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on your skin.
“Think you look gorgeous,” his nose skimmed the side of your neck, letting your hair fall back down and his hand snaked over the back of your neck. It was cold from him holding his drink and you let out an approving sigh, your head lulling back in search for more. He was still planting wet kisses on your neck and rubbed his thumb on your skin, one more sweet kiss before he pulled away.
“Ugh” you grumbled and dipped into your small purse, in search of any relief, a rubber band would do right now. You wouldn’t care if it pulled at your roots or broke it, you were about to ask the waitress at the bar for a knife to cut it all off. Taking a deep breath in when you closed your purse, you moved your huge mane of hair to one side of your shoulder, letting it cascade down the front of your chest.
“Sorry, love,” his hand moved down the center of your back, rubbing circles on your spine, “all the more reason for me to grow mine back”, his smile was halfway on his face, sipping at his ‘Old Jamaican’ drink he was so insistent on, because “We always have rum and coke, love. We are in Jamaica, we are trying something new, right?”
“Can think of another reason why,” you smirked and took a small sip from your drink, knowing he was thinking about it when his hand paused for a minute on your back.
“The first night I had this you told me it was easier to pull on,” he smirked and took another sip, his lips curling over his teeth as he swallowed, “less tangles for you to get stuck in when I’m eatin’ yeh” he said so blasé and monotone you wanted to ignore the tingle between your legs, but he had this powerover you. Of course you two were best friends and did basically everything together, and he turned you on as much as you made him crazy, but he was just talking right now, and you should not be pressing your thighs together. There was nothing sexual in his tone but the way he looked right now – all tanned from being on the beach and doing nothing else all week, and smelling like coconut, alcohol and him – it was driving you into thoughts you should not be having.
I suck, I know. I’m late. This is ridiculously short.
(ok, it’s not short now, but it was before I added in some fics that are gathering dust in my inbox to be read. There’s more fics I haven’t read in this rec than the opposite. oops.)
The Morning After the Night Before (4K): Harry and Louis have more or less grown up together, even now as adults it’s tradition for their families to spend a few weeks in the summer at a beach house together. Problem One: Louis has been in love with Harry forever. Problem Two: It wont stop raining.
I Slam Therefore I Am (4K): Louis and Harry are both creative souls but they aren’t friends, not by a long shot. This is the Rival Slam Poets AU that no one asked for.
I Found A Love (4K): Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.
just the sound of your voice (6k): It’s just. Harry’s so fucking quiet during sex and now Louis’ obsession with it is…it’s incessant. Louis questions it day and night, the enigma of it buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito — all of the reasons why he’s so quiet consuming every one of his waking thoughts. Like, maybe he turns into an alien during sex if he’s not really careful? So he has to concentrate so hard on not turning into another creature he’s effectively struck mute from it. Or maybe…maybe he’s like one of those people who’s into tantric sex, like Sting or a throwback from the 1960s? And when he’s about to orgasm he travels to another plane of existence or something.
Twelfth Night (6k): Queen Anne holds a masquerade ball to try and find matches for both her children on Twelfth Night. While anonymity reigns, Prince Harry spends the ball getting to know a handsome stranger.
‘Til I Tasted You (15K): Louis is Harry Styles’ biggest fan. It doesn’t matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can’t cook to save his life. At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.
Carried Away Like Butterflies (17K): It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.
Then We Talk Slow (20K): A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.
Dance Like Warriors On A Battlefield (20K): Down in the arena, the triumphant gladiator places his foot on the back of the loser, holding him there as he waits for instruction on his next move. Kill or let live. It’s barbaric, really, the bloodlust involved in this sport. Louis is pretty sure that if it wasn’t for his distaste for the killing there would be a lot more blood soaking that sand. As it is, his father rarely gives the kill order anymore. He gives the order to let the loser live. Louis rolls his eyes, turning away. He doesn’t miss the way the gladiator’s eyes linger on him.
Like Candy In My Veins (31K): Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.
All the Right Moves (32K): This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back. There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.
The Reason Is You (37K): Louis is running out of time to find a summer job. His best friend offers him one that promises early mornings, late nights, long hours, and the best people he’ll ever meet. Lucky for Louis, one of those people is Harry Styles.
tangled up in you (45K): There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”
Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) (58K): When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.
Feels Like Coming Home (60K): The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.
When We Were Younger (76K): Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.
Perfect Storm (80K): What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding. Harry and Louis choose the latter.
Dress you up in my love (103K): Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.
We Are Only Just Beginning (129K): In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he’s a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn’t know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry’s world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can’t imagine his life without Louis, but he’s starting to worry he might have to.
The Merge the plague in your marriage. It was the reason you and Harry were at each other’s throats the reason you walked in almost naked that day the reason you slept alone most nights. You two were supposed to be happy a newly married young couple approaching your second year of marriage but this merge was creating a rift between you two.
You hear the door slam you take a deep breath he is home; he must have left work early because he was livid and needed space
“ ‘M not staying if they go through with this ‘m’fuckin quitting not gonna bloody drag me or my name into that shit hole mum!” you hear him sigh aggressively “I kno’ I kno’ I’m trying I worked too hard ‘s’not fair I kno’ yes mum alright bye love yeh talk to yeh later”
You knew all too well what was happening Pandemonium Records wanted to merge with Harry’s company, and because they had more artists it was going to dethrone Harry from his position as CEO. Pandemonium Records CEO Byron Paton was a real prick always commenting on Harry’s ‘new’ money compared to his ‘old’ money. The merge meant that Harry would be demoted to be director of something you weren’t sure what at the moment. Harry was fighting with all he had but ‘they’, the board of directors insisted on the merge which meant all of his new artists would suffer and half of his staff laid off.
You hear the bedroom door open and you play dead you don’t want to argue you’re just glad his home. You hear him huffing and puffing removing his clothes “bloody shoes” he grumbles before you hear them thud against the floor. It’s quiet, you hear the water run in the shower, you slowly drift away to sleep.
You’re awaken by Harry pulling you making you lie on your back
“Sorry” you hear him mumble before he bends down and kisses you. He’s sloppy uncoordinated, rough like he hasn’t done it in awhile, which he hasn’t, you grab on to his face and take control he moans into you his hands roam your body as much as you missed his touch this is becoming unbearable.
You pull away “Harry” you say scooting towards the night stand as he attacks your neck. “Harry stop!” you demand turning on the lamp
His eyes are puffy you can’t tell if he’s been crying or its lack of sleep
“Harry” you say softly caressing his face
“Don’ want to talk about it” you shut him down
You nod and pull him back down to kiss you. He’s still uncoordinated trying to remove your night clothes
“Harry!” you huff “let me do it” you complain
As much as you want him there he isn’t there you shake out of your night clothes and your hand snakes down to his cock
He whimpers into the kiss he pulls away and he continues sucking on your neck. He hisses as your grip tightens around him “oh fuck” he whispers against your neck you kiss his shoulder scooting down getting on the perfect position for him to slid in. He resumes kissing you and his aggressive its when you have an epiphany
You pull away trying to catch your breath “Harry!”
“Need to be inside yeh” he says grabbing his bulge
“No Harry stop” you stop him as his tip is in your entrance
“Wha’?” he looks bewildered
You breath heavily “you own Styles Entertainment.”
“If you leave you can take your name!”
“What?” he’s still confused
“You own Styles Entertainment the name is trademarked you own it!” you smile.
You see him thinking spinning “so if I leave….”
“They have to find another name they can’t use the Styles in Pandemonium Styles and you can start another company right?”
“RIGHT!” his face brightens “I fuckin luv yeh” he bends down to kiss you before hopping out of the bed.
“No wait!” you were ready for him
“Not now petal later I promise” he says grabbing his phone
You roll your eyes and plop back in bed. When you wake up you turn to your side the bed remains made up which means Harry either went back to the office or was in the study and as you walked around his keys were gone so that means he was in the office.
A week later and you haven’t seen him at all so you do your wife duties you make lunch and dinner since you know he won’t be home. You’re greeted by staff once more before you enter his office
“Oh Mrs. Y/L/N” Alicia greets you
“It’s Mrs. Styles to you” you correct her
“You mean Mr.Styles”
“He told me I could call him Harry.” She says with a slight attitude
“And I’m telling you to call him Mr. Styles”
“Anyway I thought you didn’t change your last name”
“I didn’t doesn’t mean you don’t address me appropriately”
“Oh sorry” she says flatly
“Where’s my husband?” you look around his office a few things had changed
“Meeting” she says grabbing paperwork from his desk
“Ok could you please make sure this" you tap on the lunch bag "gets to him” you decide to kill her with kindness
“He needs to eat” you smile at her
“I make sure he does every night” she gives you this look that makes it seem like she’s implying something else.
“Mmmm” you draw your lips in
The door swings open and Harry walks in “Pet! you’re here!”
“Hi” you say dryly
“Wha’ brings yeh around?”
You hold up the lunch bag “Lunch and dinner” you grab your purse he looks between you two “going back to work” you mumble
“No wait! Alicia”
She nods and walks away
“Wha’s wrong?” he makes you face him
You sigh deeply “I hope whatever you’re working on is worth not coming home”
He feels the ache in his heart.
“I gotta go” you whisper
The next week the news of the merge is released and the launch party is that weekend. It’s an obligation for you to show up you don’t want to not like Harry would notice he left you at home to arrive on your own and as predicted Alicia is right there next to him looking doe-eyed bushy tailed eager to please
“Oh god” you say in disgust once you spot them. You make your way to the bar you know a few people from Pandemonium and not that many people from Harry’s company are there. You down your first drink in seconds but pace the second.
“Hello there beautiful!”
You turn to face Byron Paton. You try to not contort your face in disgust “Hi Mr.Paton!”
“Oh you know me!?”
“Yes” you offer a tight lip smile
He smirks “did you come alone?”
“No I’m here with my husband Harry” you motion to him
“Oh you’re the wife he barely talks about you! I wonder why? you’re beautiful!” he comments
You nod “Thank you, where’s your wife?”
“Oh Cindy right there!” he points to her “we came together unlike your husband who arrived with Ashley? Whats her name again? Oh Alicia!”
You sigh “I was busy” you lie
“It’s ok beautiful there’s plenty of men who would gladly take his place” he looks you over making you feel uncomfortable
“Don’t want anyone else”
“Shame I have to run let’s chat later” he kisses your cheek
You nod and down some more drinks
You had texted Harry when you arrived informing him of arrival and now watching him check his phone yet ignore you made you upset. You try to mingle, try to charm your way around the room but you’re off your game. You’re mind is preoccupied with Harry and a combination of stress and sadness you can’t quite hide your emotions. The alcohol really isn’t helping you do so either, so you stop drinking. Harry’s still working the room and by the looks of it people are liking him. You smile when you see him smile a natural reaction of yours.
You stand to the side and people watch try to kill time and giggle at a few drunks.
“Still won’t take me up on my offer?” Byron snaps you out of your thoughts
“Other men will gladly take his place”
You’re irritated “I’m no mistress”
“Didn’t say you were, could be a wife as good as you look”
You sigh “Mr.Paton why don’t you go love on your wife”
“Could be ex. You’ll have the world at your fingertips”
“Don’t want the world Byron” you say frustrated
He moves closer and growls softly “love how you say my name”
“Ok I’m going”
He stops you “No don’t i’m sorry, I’m sorry, you look wonderful can’t help myself.”
You’re both silent looking around playing coy “Anyway your husband will do great in this merge”
You smile looking at Harry “Yes he will extremely talented”
“Obviously one of the reasons I wanted to merge” You nod “We are hoping to triple our revenue with this new direction”
“Thats a huge target” you comment
“Your husband will get us there”
“Yea which by the way why isn’t he the CEO?”
“You must not know your place sweetheart,” you raise your brow “thats matters will not discuss with you. Besides I’m CEO can’t have two can we?”
“He can be CFO” you challenge
His jaw clenches “No we need him to be Director of Entertainment”
You try to calm your temper and look around
“But enough about us boys. Tell me what do you do you’re a mystery, you’re husband never speaks of you almost like you don’t exist” he smirks and dropping his voice by the end of the sentence, moving closer to you and placing his hand on your lower back
You step away “I work in research” you speak softly those words hurt
He chuckles “you know what they say about you guys”
“Yea” you roll your eyes
“Why aren’t you at home? being a housewife Too pretty to be working darling” he grabs your hand “with me you would never have to lift a finger”
You pull your hand away “ Please stop!” you move away making sure your at arms distance away from him “plus that’s not a lifestyle for me”
“Shame you look like a good fuck toy” he bites his lip and glances over your body
You had enough “Good night Byron” you begin to walk away
“No no wait” he tries to grab your arm but you’re quicker
You try to hide by sitting in chairs along the back which were hidden overlooking the Chicago skyline
You’re startled by Harry “Why the fuck re’yeh talking to Byron about me being CEO!?” he snaps at you
“I was just asking” you cower away
“Fuckin told yeh not to mention anything! we’re going home!” he yanks you up by the arm
“Ow Harry!” you complain
He grabs your hand and almost drags you around as he says his goodbyes “missus had too much to drink” his excuse as you stand looking at the ground embarrassed
“Oh no where are you two off to?” Byron asks
“She had too much to drink” Harry speaks flatly
“Awww light weight? Well thank you for coming Y/N sorry sorry" he chuckles "Mrs.Styles”
“Play nice Byron” Cindy comments
He chuckles some more grabbing your free hand bringing it to his mouth placing a soft kiss on it. Harry’s grip on your other hand tightens “lovely young lady. Harry see you later”
“Yea bye Cindy always a pleasure” He pecks her cheek
You both walk away Harry’s grip on your hand is still taught. You can’t keep up and he’s not slowing down at all so when you almost trip all he does is jerk you towards him.
“Oww! Harry! Damn it stop manhandling me! I’m not a damn rag doll!” you yank your hand away rubbing where his grip was
He chuckles and continues to walk away from you. He only got like this when he was enraged. He gets in the car and waits for you to enter.
“So ‘re yeh gonna tell me why yeh couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” he begins as he drives you home
“I was just asking you don’t tell me anything any more” you try to explain yourself
“I don’ have to tell yeh anything!”
You remain silent
He slams his hand in the steering wheel scaring you for the second time tonight “I told yeh not to say anything! Yeh just made shit worse!”
“I’m sorry” you mumble
There’s no more conversation between you two the rest of the way home. When you arrive you’re not in for 2 minutes when he starts again.
“And why the fuck were yeh flirting with him?!”
“Are you kidding me? I wasn’t!” you remove your coat walking away from him
“He told me yeh were! tha’s why yeh were around him majority of the night?!”
You roll your eyes “Are you listening to yourself right now? You believe that dick over your own wife?”
“If my wife knew her place non o….”
You spin around and cut him off “Excuse me?! KNEW my place so enlighten me wheres my place? HUH?! At home being your trophy wife while you fuck your assistant?!”
“Oh please don’t make this about me! I don’t want her yeh know that!”
“Do I? Do I truly know that?”
“ ’M not having this argument.” he points at you “yeh fucked up”
“How can you be mad at me? What have I done? You let your assistant practically be all over you and look like she’s your mistress! While I look like your estranged wife!”
“Stop making this about her! Alicia knows I’m married”
“I know she knows it’s the reason she’s all over you.“
You both stand in the middle of the living room remaining silent trying to calm down, but your temper won’t calm down
“You didn’t even come check on me I’m your wife not your girlfriend not your fiancé your wife I should come before anyone! Remember what you said to me? Your vows?!”
He remained silent still glaring at you
“You have Byron pointing out how you showed up with her yet I fucked up? You left me so I arrive to the party alone yet I fucked up?” he looked at you with his infamous blank stare as if all that you were saying was just bullshit
“Fine! You wanna believe Byron fine! Go ahead and disregard the fact that you ignored me all night. Go ahead and disregard the fact that you don’t mention me to anyone so I truly am the estranged wife! You want Alicia to be your wife fine! While you’re at it make sure you thank Byron for making me uncomfortable all night. At least he acknowledged me in his own fucked up way. Thank him for telling me I’m nothing but a fuck toy!”
His glares at you “When did he say that?!”
You sigh feeling defeated, the tears start to build up, you bring your hands to your face rubbing your temple a migraine beginning to form
“Y/N when did he say that?” he grits through his teeth
You speak softly “It doesn’t matter you don’t believe me anyway.” your voice cracks “If you don’t want me anymore Harry just tell me.”
You walk away from him this is the peak of all the stress both of you were under. You couldn’t keep up with the fighting. Two times sometimes more in a week. It’s emotionally and mentally draining to stay mad at him while you try to support him. You hear the front door close and your body relaxes, you feel guilty for being glad that your husband isn’t around it should never be this way no matter how angry you were at each other. The next day you wake up when you turn to your side Harry’s in bed you were both on extreme sides of your mattress avoiding the middle like it was riddled with sharp thorns. You were going to clear your mind which meant a day at the park or aquarium walking idly around Chicago.
When Monday arrives you wake up before Harry and prepare for the day.
“Mornin’” he mumbles when he walks into the kitchen grabbing his cup of coffee
“Good morning” you look up at him briefly “breakfast” you place his plate of fruit and egg whites in front of him before you leave
There’s nothing but sadness in your eyes puffy and sleep deprived. It hurts Harry to see you like this.
He tries his best to stay focused at work, but he can’t. Not when his mind replays months of arguments over and over again always emphasizing your argument a few nights ago, he can’t forget what you said to him. It’s the reason he feels himself getting angrier with each word that Byron speaks.
He stays late his hoping you’ll be home by the time he arrives but the house is cold and void of any sound when he walks in he sighs.
He waits for Anne to pick up “Hey mom”
He chuckles lightly
“Are you alright? Whats wrong my baby boy?”
He sighs “I fucked up”
“Oh no what did yeh do?”
“It’s been happening for the past few months.”
“What’s been happening?”
“Pet and I have been arguing non stop s’cuz of the bloody merge been causing so many issues between Y/N ‘nd me”
“Oh how is she?”
“Not good I’m to blame”
“Well wha’ re yeh going to do?”
“I have to leave already talked to my lawyers they said it would take some time to get my name back bu….”
“Are yeh sure this is the right move?”
“This isn’t what I wanted to begin with. The board didn’t listen to me destroyed my vision, my dreams re gone”
“Do what yeh love hazza” she speaks softly
“Do what I love” he repeats
“Yes I luv yeh we luv yeh we support yeh 100% all the time”
He sighs “I don’t want my marriage to fail cuz of this.”
“Then don’t let it! Yeh love her yeh fix it. Fix your wrong doings”
“I kno’ I kno’”
You arrive a few hours later, Harry stayed awake waiting for you
“Hey” you whisper as you walk into the bedroom
“Hey” he smiles at you hoping for a smile back
You say nothing but head to the bathroom. You try to control your emotions but in the shower is when you finally release all that you bottled up during the day. When you’re done he sees your puffy eyes and pink nose, and when you walk closer he notices the bruise on your arm. He realizes it’s him that caused it the night of the party. He feels his heart ache with more pain.
“Good night” you say laying down.
“Hoping we could talk” he says leaning towards you
“Can we talk tomorrow?” you ask
He nods and reaches over you to turn off your night lamp “I love yeh, so much” he whispers before kissing your cheek
You squeeze your eyes trying not to cry again.
The next morning you leave before Harry can comprehend that it’s morning. You don’t want to talk you didn’t have the energy for another argument.
Mornings with Harry always varied. In some instances, the two of you woke up slowly, talking and staring at each other for what seemed like hours until the grumble in your stomach was too much to ignore any longer. Some mornings you were jumping out of bed as to not be late for work, kissing his still sleeping forehead, choking down the lump in your throat when you had to leave the person who made you feel whole. Other mornings, you woke up without him. He was (or you were) either giving you space and by sleeping n the couch, or he was gone on tour. Typical mornings with Harry, however, usually began this way.
You hum against his throat before continuing to suck and nibble all around the base and his collarbones peeking out beneath his shirt. When he chuckles, it vibrates against your lips making you squirm.
It had been a couple of days since you’d last seen Harry, with him being so busy with promo this week that you’d been barely able to have a couple lunch dates. He’d promised to spend the whole weekend with you, no interruptions, knowing there was nothing more you wanted. You had been craving him since lunch yesterday, where he’d decided to give you a quick finger fuck under the table.
It was a miracle that you didn’t jump his bones the second he opened his front door, standing there with half of his shirt buttons undone, sleeves rolled up the elbows showing off his muscular forearms that were littered with tattoos. This man truly was a god, even after a work had he still managed to look sexy.
“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (III)
A/N: Part III of CEO Harry! I sincerely hope this was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it. Thank you for your lovely comments and support. As always, this includes smut, daddy kink and a shitload of angst. I hope you like it. ♥
Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.
The sense of overachievement deeply ingrained in Y/N’s mindset is an innate weapon that can be both a blessing and a curse: when success is the rule rather than the exception, each failure, no matter how minor, feels like the end of the world.
Oliver Zhang represented all four horsemen during Y/N’s friday night apocalypse. She was certain she hadn’t experienced humiliation to its greatest extent until he stood her up at a VIP rooftop bar that overlooked the whole city and highlighted the blossoming nightlife she was letting go to waste -along with three hours of her precious time and a new outfit.
Unable to convert stress into drive whenever the gap between her expectations and the reality of her circumstances starts to diverge, she reverted back to a well-practised posture: that of spoiled brat utterly resolute in her decision to fuck shit up and get away with it.
The taste of defeat and the remnants of shame hovering on the tip of her tongue assumed control of her body and, naturally, what ensued was nothing short of wrongdoings she would gladly exclude from her future autobiography. A videotape in fast forward, memories that her mind would disguise as dreams -and therefore wouldn’t regret- until the following morning.
What her brain did register was that at some point, her low cut silk burgundy dress came off.
And somewhere along the way, she ended up in Harry Styles’ bed.
Her resolve might parallel that of an all-powerful creature but she’s only limited to her human strength, and no human in recorded history has been proved strong enough to fight off the inevitable.
Okay, here is another Harry Styles imagine. This one is a bit longer and I tried something a little different. It was requested by @kissme-hs all she said was something with angst. Hope this one’s okay.
Just as you walk into the house, your phone starts ringing
from its place in your purse. Juggling the grocery bags, you try to get to it
before it stops ringing. “Hello?” you say breathlessly, wedging the phone
between your shoulder and ear as you make your way to the kitchen. Your
expression brightens when you hear your boyfriend’s voice. “Hey baby! Are you
about to board?”
Harry sighs, hating that he was about to disappoint you.
“I’m so sorry, babe. Something happened to the master and we lost a bunch of
the songs that we’ve been working on. I’m still at the studio and I’m gonna
need to stay in LA for another few days to redo some of this stuff. I know you
were planning a special dinner tonight and …”
As disappointed as you are, you can hear how guilty and sad
Harry sounds. Not wanting him to feel even worse, you push back your sadness
and try to cheer him up. “It’s okay, H. Really,” you insist, interrupting him. You
glance at the bags that were filled with the ingredients for his favorite meal.
“I haven’t even had a chance to go to the market yet, so I can just put
everything off until you come home. Just let me know when you’re do back and
I’ll have everything ready for you then. Besides, this way, I get to have that
big bed all to myself for a few more days,” you add, laughing.
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in the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for louis tomlinson. he’s rich. he’s handsome. he’s reasonably well behaved. but when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.
louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name zayn malik means something, niall horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and harry styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
“what about this, captain?” liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. the boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag niall had to stuff in his mouth. he misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.
harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. he’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. they had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. he’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at harry’s brain. something he can’t quite put his finger on.
“put him in my cabin,” harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. the boy screams out jumbled curse words at harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and harry can’t understand any of it.
“so here’s the thing,” he starts. “i didn’t mean what i said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. if you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. on a whim, he adds, “and like, i noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and i think you should because that’s what you like.”
or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him
gears started turning in louis’ head. purely mischievous gears that had louis formulating a revenge plan against taylor. he’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “i’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”
“this can’t be good,” niall said, zayn just groaned.
“so I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” louis asked. he wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “what if I stole her boyfriend?”
or, the story of louis ‘steal your man’ tomlinson.
louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.
being an avenger means continuing to be captain america and smiling and being honorable for the public and harry does his best. but it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. just being harry had always involved louis, and harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.
or: harry is captain america, and louis’ been dead for 70 years.
it’s louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. however, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.
or: the one where louis and harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.
“we’d like to give the fans what they want.” magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “we want to give them larry stylinson.”
or, take a parallel universe where louis and harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a modest! employee with a good idea. add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. stir. serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.
(aka harry and louis fake a relationship for publicity. eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
he doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with oli and stan, but in the brief moment before harry ambles up his driveway, louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of gay coming of age story.
maine to california in ten days. in which zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in ohio, liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.
it’s 1978. harry and louis are just trying to get to san fran in time for the queen concert.
they’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. it’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. they’re mature adults. they’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. they like each other. a lot. it’s mutual, they know. but for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.
when dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.
or, the one where harry teaches sex ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.
au. as part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in buckingham palace, louis expects prince harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. never mind that the very same prince harry used to star in quite a number of louis’ teenage fantasies.
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It’s very irrational it was like when you were children and someone broke your favorite toy.
“Y/N!” Harry screamed walking into your shared house. You had sat nervously waiting for him to get home. “Y/N!..Wha’ the fuck happened to my car??!” he questioned you.
Your heart sank some more, the butterflies intensified in your stomach. His Classic 1955 Mercedes-Benz 190SL was damaged from an accident earlier that day.
“It was an accident” you spoke softly
“My bloody car!” he says grabbing his head pacing the floor
“I’m sorry” it wasn’t your fault
“Tha’s a multimillion dollar car! A collectable! … sorry!?”
“Yes it was an accident Harry” you tried to reason with him
“Why the fuck’re yeh driving it to begin with? Yeh’ve a car! Yeh didn’t even bloody ask if yeh could drive my car!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose i’ll get it fixed!”
“With what money?!” He barked back “Oh let me guess so you’re gonna use my money to fix it!”
“No I have money” he scoffed “cut the shit!” you say getting angry “I already called they’ll be here to pick it up tomorrow”
“My car I was supposed to go with it to the awards next weekend what the fuck is wrong with yeh? why didn’t you ask me?”
“I didn’t know i had to i’m sorry.. they’ll fix it I’ll fix it!” you mumble
He shook his head and walked away.Harry was so angry he didn’t even realize what he had said to you all he could think about was the damage to his car. You were shocked by this by him having such a strong outburst but it also hurt your feelings. It was an accident. An accident. You both sulked around the house avoiding each other for a week.
“Hey” he greeted you coming home from the studio the car had been dropped off during the day.
You stand by the island in the kitchen “Hey car is back here are your keys” you handed him the keys “sorry again you’ll get to drive it to the awards.” you paid extra to rush the process
He nods “There’s another car outside” he states
“Yea I bought one” He made a face, he was confused. You feel your temper rise by how oblivious he is. “Make sure you check your car make sure there’s no other damage that i caused that didn’t get fixed.” you peer at him from your peripheral focusing on rearranging the items on the counter.
He sighed “pet i didn’t mean to..”
You cut him off “While you’re at it make sure your bank account isn’t missing 200 thousand dollars since you were so worried about it”
“Y/N” he moves toward you
“Don’t!” you warn him turning to face him “You didn’t even care that i got hit not because I was reckless but because some ass ran a red light then on top of that i had to crawl over to the other side to get out! You didn’t even ask about me or your child or wonder how we’re doing.. your car your precious car!” you speak sarcastically
“Petal calm down” He rubs your back. You both knew stress was not good for you or the baby
“Don’t fucking touch me!” you push him away and walk away from him “Great to know where I stand in your life Harry. Great to know! You could give 2 shits about your wife but let me not ruin your things so i bought a car for me to use! God forbid I ruin another one of your things. I’m gonna start working overtime so you don’t think I’m with you because of your money!”
“Y/N stop” he speaks calmly
“In the grand scheme of things in your life where do I stand? Hmm?! (you don’t give him a chance to answer) I know I’m not even in the top 5 things in your life!” you start to gesticulate counting with your fingers “It’s your cars your things your money God knows what else hopefully you’re unborn child (you point to your stomach) but i don’t know where i am. So since I know I’m not up there you can sleep in your car and hopefully your things will keep you warm at night!” you stomp away up the steps and slam the bedroom door.
Harry hung his head low trying to remember what he said to you he realized there were a lot of low blows he threw at you at the heat of the moment. He’s guilty he knows it. How could he be so stupid he thinks to himself.
You lay quietly in bed crying you knew Harry cared about you and more importantly your unborn child. But you had to point out his childish irrational behavior. You quickly wipe your face when you hear his feet thumping up the steps. The door opens and closes Harry walks over to you and gets in bed.
“Go away” you speak softly, you fuss
“M your husband not going anywhere” he says pulling you close to him
You huff and rub your growing belly 4 months pregnant and counting.
You both remain silent and you fall asleep listening to each others breathing. You’re awakened by your hunger pains you skipped dinner after your big argument.
You sigh and gently remove Harry’s arm from around you
“Where yeh going?” his voice rasps scaring you. He was always a light sleeper
“Need a snack” you whisper
He groans rolling on his back “did yeh eat dinner?”
“No” you mumble walking towards the bathroom. When you exit he’s standing by the door “yeh need to eat.”
“I know” you say trying to avoid his lecture
“What do yeh feel like eating?”
You shrug “breakfast”
He smiles “breakfast for dinner?”
“Yes” you nod your head
“Come on” he holds his hand out for you to hold. You walk down the steps to the kitchen. “English breakfast or regular?”
“English” you smile
He smiles once more. It takes almost an hour but he finishes.
“Thank you” you say once he places the plate in front of you.
You both eat in silence. After you’re finished you place the dishes in the sink.
“Y/N” he calls your name softly
“I don’t want to talk about it”
“We need to” he says coming up from behind you lightly grabbing your sides
You sigh and turn around
“Mean more to me than my bloody things” he speaks softly rubbing light circles on you
You shake your head and look at your feet. “Sorry about your car i should have asked” you look up at him
“Noo petal noo my things’re yours too I’m sorry. I apologize for bein an arse. You’re my whole world. More important to me than anything.” He placed his forehead on yours. “M sorry please forgive me shouldn’t have said what I said”
“Did you mean it?” you say tears threatening to fall
“Y/N noo noo I didn’t poppet…I didn’t… I apologize. You’re my wife carrying my child wouldn’t trade it for the world I love you. I love you more than you know”
You nod and hug him “I love you too”
He held you tight rubbing your back “Yeh ok? is cupcake ok?” he asks stepping back to bend down towards your stomach
“Yes” you say caressing his head “just whiplash car spun around"
He feels pain in his heart he should have been there instead he was being foolish.
“Neck okay?” he touches it lightly examining it
“Yes” you yawn “scuse me”
“Lets go to bed flower”
You roll your eyes “Oh my god” you hate that pet name
He chuckles picking you up “You’re my precious flower”
If you want to do extra homework for this one shot, listen to the song ‘somebody else’here :)
Rating: NC-17 - Smut
“What about you?” It felt like a dream, really. The fire crackled in front of you, eyes drifting to the embers that rose with the swell of the burning flames in the backyard of Niall’s home. He had asked you to come to his birthday party just a few days ago, along with everyone else. Niall had the quality about him that everyone wanted to be around him at the drop of a hat, so it was no surprise to you that when you walked in, the entire place was crowded with people, wall to wall. After you had worked the room with old friends, Louis and Liam already found and pretty much tackled you, your eyes couldn’t keep off the flames that were starting to get bigger outside. Which lead you here, out into the spacious lawn, a few people scattered about.
“Hellleeeewwwwww,” a hand waved in front of your face and then you were snapped out of it, jerking your head to find Niall’s kind eyes. His eyes followed where you were looking, his eyes widening as he bounced on his toes, shoving his free hand that was waving in front of you back into his pocket.
“Ah,” he nodded, taking a sip from his glass, the foam from his beer painting his top lip, “I see,” his eyebrows rose and he looked back at you, worry etched on his face.
hi everyone!! I hope you enjoy this sweet dad!Harry blurb of him and his favourite little lady having a quick chat during one of his shows!! I’m missing seeing Harry on stage every other night, if you couldn’t already tell 😩 let me know what you think, or send me a request for another dad!Harry blurb, my inbox is always open, I would love to hear from you 😇💗
“Hey, hey! OW!” Harry grinned as sang, swiftly moving away from the microphone. He began to strut around on stage during the instrumental part of Only Angel.
Harry jumped past all his adoring fans in the front row, blowing kisses and waving happily at them while his band rocked out to the ending of the song. He made goofy faces and pointed to cute signs in the crowd as well. It was only the first song, but so far the energy in the arena was great and he was pumped up for the rest of the show.
At first, before the show, Harry was a little hesitant about it because he hadn’t gotten his usual pre-show phone call from his wife and three year old daughter, Violet.
Harry figured they were probably busy, seeing as it was midday back at home in London. It was tough being so far from home and not having his two girls by his side, and it really took a toll on him.
You had been with Harry for two and a half years now and even though he wasn’t the biological father to your four year old daughter, Hannah, he has been the best dad you could ever have hoped she’d have. He’d never say she wasn’t his, because in his mind and in his heart, she was. She was his and he was hers. You’ve never seen a love like theirs before and it fills your heart with so much pride that you’re sure it could burst.
Harry’s birthday was just around the corner and you just couldn’t think of the perfect birthday present. What could you possibly give someone that deserves the world and that could buy *himself* the world? Your daughter was sat at the kitchen table, like many mornings before this one, scribbling a new picture for her beloved daddy for his birthday. You can’t help but smile as you watch her because you know that when she hands them pictures to him, it’ll bring a few tears to his eyes.
As you watch her, your mind races. You know that he isn’t materialistic and that *anything* you give him will be, in his eyes, the best present he’s ever received. As she attempts to write ‘dada’ and ‘Hannah’ on the paper (while you guide her hands to form the letters) the perfect present hits you like a tonne of bricks and you’re sure this will be your best present yet.
The morning of Harry’s birthday and Hannah wakes you up bright and early. “Me wake dada” she mumbles and you quickly pick her up before she can dive on top of Harry’s sleeping form beside you.
“Not yet, darling. How about we make Daddy some breakfast, hm? Think he’ll like that?” You ask as you move the hair out of her face as she nods her head in agreement.
Cooking with your daughter always goes a lot better for Harry than it does for you. He has a knack of keeping her in order without getting too angry at her for making a mess. Your daughter is always so full of energy, something you swear that Harry has something to do with, even if her DNA proves otherwise.
Hannah toddles up the stairs ahead of you, holding her many pictures for her daddy as you carry the tray with your present sitting neatly beside the plate of food. “Wake time, dada!” Hannah yells as she entires the room, causing you to laugh as you watch her climb onto the bed and jump on Harry, startling him awake.
“Why’re you so loud, missy?” He asks, grabbing hold of her and wrapping his arms around her tightly, causing her to squeal and laugh loudly.
“Dada, you old!” She says and you can’t hold in your laugh at her statement.
“Hey! ‘M not old, ‘m very young” he tells her, pretending to be offended.
“Me dwaw!” She tells him as she pushes the pictures into his face. He chuckles and takes them from her, looking through them all. You stay completely quiet, smiling widely as you watch the pride wash over his face at what she’s giving him. The tears start to form in his eyes, just like you knew they would.
“Oh bug, I love ‘em. You’re the best drawer in the world, aren’t you?” He says as he presses a kiss to her cheek. She nods proudly, happy that she’s impressed her daddy so much.
You walk over, placing the tray on his lap and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “Happy birthday, baby” you say quietly and he grins up at you, kissing you again and saying thank you.
“Wha’s this?” He asks, taking the envelope up off the tray and eyeing you. You shrug your shoulders and sit down on the edge of the bed. Your stomach is doing jumping jacks as you watch him carefully open the envelope, clearly still sceptical as to what his present could possibly be.
“What..” he starts, eyes widening as he reads the sheet and looks up at you. “Adoption papers” he says so quietly, looking back down at the paper. “‘M gonna be her dad.. for real? She’s gonna.. she’s gonna be a Styles?” He asks and you nod quickly, tears forming in your eyes that mirror his own as he stares at the paper in complete shock.
“Her dad” he mumbles again before the smile breaks out on his face and he pulls you into him along with your daughter, kissing the both of you repeatedly.
“Love, this.. I couldn’t ask for anything else. This.. being her dad, it’s the best gift I could ever receive” he says, pressing his lips to yours firmly before taking your daughter in his arms.
“Ours” he mumbles so faintly that you barely even hear him.
“All that’s left to do now is make mummy a Styles now too, huh bug?” He mumbles so quietly to her and your heart skips a beat when you hear it.
Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy (Fluffy af)
Or when you have to keep secret that you filmed a video question for Harry…
“Nervous?” you ask before taking a large bite of toast with butter and jam.
“It’s just a normal chat with Nick,” he wipes the crumbs from your lip before you can swat his hand away, adding, “I’m just nervous for it to air.”
“Yeah, too bad we can’t be on the beach with Nicky when that happens,” you smirk from your perch on one of the tall stools by the breakfast bar.
Harry smacks your thigh lightly from his seat next to you, nearly spitting out his tea. “You know he hates when you call him that,” he tilts his head to the side as his body shakes silently with laughter.
“‘S’why I call ‘im that,” you say with a mouthful of jam.
So…this is my first writing ever… I think? I was bored out of my mind yesterday and spent the whole day writing and editing this. It’s not that long, considering it’s my first time. You can have a read, if you want. I’d appreciate it. If you like it, let me know! Also, I wish this gif was mine, but it isn’t!
Word count: 3.4k.
Warnings: None, unless you don’t like a little bit of angst.
The loud music, the strong smell of alcohol and the six shots of whiskey she had drunk in the last half an hour definitely weren’t Lola’s scene. Actually, lately, nothing seemed to be. But a long night, surrounded by distant relatives whom she only saw on special occasions, witnessing the marital union of her cousin with her beloved one, and dodging questions about her miserable and failed love life, had exhausted her and driven her to a crowded bar on the side of the road. At this point, she didn’t even know where she was located geographically, nor how she was going to come back home.
The sound of laughter brought her momentarily back from her trance. Glancing to her side, she spotted a couple pressed against the bar where she was drowning her sorrows away, kissing and laughing. They were probably as, or more, drunk than her and had possibly met minutes before. Still, that didn’t prevent her from falling even further into the darkness. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. She never could. The difference is that, most times she could hide him at the back of her mind, behind all her day-to-day problems that required an immediate reaction. And she had a lot of those. She even kind of liked them, for that meant she could, at least for a moment, forget. Or ignore. Today, however, not only had her grandmother gone on and on about how smart her other granddaughter had been for getting married, while glancing at her; but also, she had asked her about him and about when he was finally going to propose. And Lola couldn’t; she tried, really tried, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t tell her it had ended months ago, and that it had mostly been her fault. She didn’t want to let her down even more. Besides, she had been beating herself up enough as it is, she didn’t need anyone else doing it too.
Lola reached for her phone, barely taking into account the time ― 3 am ― and, without really thinking, dialed his number. Clearly, without thinking. If she had thought, she would have known it was a bad idea.
“Hello?” She gasped, hearing his voice after so long. It sounded hoarse, as if he had just woken up. Everything was quiet for a few seconds; he was waiting for the person on the other end of the line to speak and she couldn’t utter a word. “Hello?” He repeated, and so she realized he didn’t know it was her. He had deleted her number. It was only logical after everything they had been through but it still hurt her.
“It’s me.” She said, before she regretted it and hung up. He stayed quiet. “Did you know there are, at least, a hundred billion galaxies in the universe?”
He didn’t say anything for a while. Then, “Why are you calling me?”
“I mean, a hundred billion galaxies! That’s a lot. Can you imagine the amount of planets there must be in each one of them? We know nothing! There might be so much life. So many things… And yet, you and me coincided. Can you believe that? Just in this small and insignificant world there are thousands of millions of people and you and me were born in the same country, moved to the same city, went to the same college. We met. I think that’s pretty cool, don’t you? It has to mean something.”
“It means you’re drunk.”
“No, that’s not true.”
“Yeah, it is. I can hear the music. And you don’t sound very good. Go home, Lola.”
She convinced herself that he still cared. Slightly. A little bit. He had to. Maybe.
“I can’t. I don’t know where I am. Besides, I’m too drunk to drive.” She admitted, because he already knew anyway.
“Call Leigh, tell her to pick you up.”
“No!” she snapped, involuntarily. The truth was, it had been a while since she had last spoken to her friend, or to anyone. But he didn’t have to know that. “Alright,” she said. “I’m gonna get someone here to take me home.”
Of course Lola said that so he would be bothered. She wanted it to bother him, the idea of her going home with an unknown guy. She hoped it would drive him crazy. She hadn’t changed a bit, hadn’t she been so drunk she would’ve felt ashamed. Luckily, the whiskey on her blood didn’t allow her to.
He sighed and, somehow, she was able to hear a hesitant silence. It was obvious he was regretting his words even before he had spoken.
My first Fluff/angst/smut annnnd Y/N I feel proud lol cuz I can’t do y/n not if I really care about the story line
It’s 3:20am and you feel your body waking up. You try to fight against it but, now your once numb limbs are starting to feel the sensations of the sheet which is tangled up around you and the position that was once comfortable in your sleep is increasingly becoming painful to your body so you move, you have to because your body is aching. You turn to look to your side and of course Harry isn’t there he is gone for his 3 am run. So you turn around getting into another position on your side hoping you’ll get comfortable but the sheets are underneath you in a bunch, scrunched up at the bottom, twisted in the middle you can’t ignore it so you jump out of bed frustrated you pull the covers off like a mad person and look at the sheets to understand the situation. The bottom sheet came apart which meant the top sheet was definitely not going to remain tucked in so you hurriedly fix the sheets make sure you tuck them in tight, beat them with the towel to get any crumbs out of them. Before you get back in bed you go to the bathroom to pee and also there’s this awful taste in your mouth and you’re wondering if it’s because you slept with your mouth open so you have to brush your teeth and do 2 rounds of mouthwash to get that taste to disappear. It’s almost 4 now so you start getting comfortable sinking into the bed more and more as the minutes go by allowing sleep to take over. You don’t hear Harry walk in neither do you hear him drop his keys well you do but right now they are a part of the dream so you think nothing of it. When the bed dips beside you is when you jump startled by the change.
You whine when you see his face “Go away”
“S just me pet” he reasons kissing your cheek
You turn around wanting to resume your dream it was with a hot guy. It wasn’t Harry matter of fact you don’t know who this man is. But you two were almost having sex and you were blushing at the thought of him. He was an older man, taller than Harry, more broad than him and the moment Harry woke you up the man in your dreams was kissing on your neck and you were moaning.
You feel the bed shift again and Harry pulls you closer to him
“Harry!” you complain again
“Come on darling i jus’ wan’ t’hold yeh” he turns you around and you oblige but he’s all wet with sweat and water and apparently he’s in a mood too cause his hand is trailing down your side to your bum where he grabs the back of your thigh and pulls you closer to him. You sigh feeling aroused but refusing to show it. Your eyes are closed so you don’t see him bite his lip neither do you see his device smirk as he snakes his hands into your silk panties to his surprise your wet
“Pet?” he asks looking down at his hand
You hum in response your body involuntarily moving closer to him.
“So wet already?…..hmmmm?”
Your’e barely awake till you feel his thumb swipe across your clit is when you jerk away but his quicker he holds you tighter. You open your eyes your hand immediately gripping his wrist.
“Wow yeh’re really horny” he teases
“Stooop” you complain trying to pull his wrist away
“Where’s comin’ from? Dreamin bout me?” He waggles his brows, you have been known to have wet dreams about him
You blush hiding your face on his sweaty t-shirt.
“Not me then?” He raises his brow. Because by now you would have said ‘yes’ pulling him in for a kiss
“Who was it?” he asks moving his thumb around your clit in light circles
“Harry!” say in a stern voice angling your center away
Before you know it he has already grabbed your arm pulling your hand away from his and now he is on top trapping you with his body while his other hand holds your other wrist down.
“F wasn’t me i wan’ t’kno’ ” he mumbles against your neck
He is a jealous lover but now that you’re dreaming of another man to the point you’re wet for this other guy he has to know.
“Tell me” he urges sucking on your neck
“We can’t i need to get up in an hour ladybug and i have a lot to do today” you protest but he has yanked your panties down and thrown them to the side and once again he is in between your legs laying on one of your thighs
“S not what i asked is it?” he says in a gruff voice envisioning how hard he was going to fuck you.
He leans down and bites your bottom lip before kissing you as he raises your left leg to go on his shoulder so he can hook his arm under it “Tell me” he stresses as his hand trails down to your pussy.
Your breath hitches as he gets closer “i dont know” you whisper
“Really? cuz yeh’re really fucking wet for this guy”
“Harry” you look at him as he holds this devious look on his face.
He looks at you as he slides his fingers in your slit, and your mouth opens a moan stuck in your throat he removes them trailing them up to your clit before he slides them in again this time deeper warranting a moan from you “Ungh….Harry” you moan closing your eyes shut.
He removes his fingers again spreading your pussy lips before he rubs over clit your thigh starts trembling you’re hypersensitive to his touch now.
He groans as he watches you closely
“I wan’ to kno’ Y/N. Who’s the arse tha’ got my fiance so horny?”
“I don’t know” you whimper as he slides his fingers back in this time moving them in and out in short strokes.
The hand that was once holding onto your wrist is now behind your neck pulling at your hair and you are now pulling him close to you pushing his tights down stroking him. You want him closer though inside you, his fingers were doing a good job but not fulfilling the purpose.
“Please” you beg
“Please what pet?”
“Please Harry, please i need you to fuck me” you plead
He smirks raising up from you. He removes his t-shirt and tights lowering himself on you and kissing down your stomach .
“No!” You interject
“What?’ he asks looking at you
“I just want you to fuck me please Harry” you plead again pulling him up as your hips bucked towards his. You were afraid one lick would mean an orgasm and you didn’t want that just yet, you just wanted him deep inside you.
“You haven’t told me who the man was darling” he teases holding your hips down
“I swear i don’t know Harry!” you cry out tears threatening to escape
“Sh sh sh pet ‘m just teasing yeh really must be horny”
“Harry” you fuss
“Ok ok" he chuckles “put him in” he says biting his lip
You reach down and grab his shaft slowly guiding him to your entrance.
He groans when he is halfway in. Abruptly he grabs your thighs putting your legs on his shoulder. He slid out because of that and now you’re whining.
“S ok pet’ll give yeh wha’ yeh need” he says spreading your thighs a little so he can get better access.
You were wrong, you thought it was his mouth that was going to make you cum quickly it wasn’t. With one swift motion he is inside you and deep. Your thigh muscles start trembling.
“Fuck!” he whispers looking down at you
Your back is arched your hands are gripping onto his biceps. He slides out and slides in again this time with more force
“OH god! ….Harry!” you exclaim
“Shhh darling can’ awaken the kraken, can we?” he jokes. Your one year old daughter is known to wake up at the slightest sound of noise. He leans down and plants a kiss to your mouth before placing his forehead on yours. He is now at a different angle and you can hear the moistness from your pussy as he moves in and out.
“Oh fuck! Harry!” exclaim digging your nails further into his bicep
He looks down at you, he knows you’re getting ready to climax and hard because your pussy walls are spasming. He grunts pushing in further with more force as you cry out in pleasure against his lips.
He raises up holding your knees against the bed. His brow is raised and he is watching you come down from your high giving you shallow strokes as you try to catch your breath.
“Re yeh pregnant?” This has happened before, happened when you were pregnant with your daughter you were extremely horny all the time and just a touch from Harry would almost warrant an orgasm.
You blush “i dont know?”
“Remind me to get yeh a pregnancy test.” he smiles before pushing in deeper
A/N: This is what happens when I’m right in the middle of writing the stories for my main characters. The sexual demon won’t let me rest! I need a prayer because I have written like 5 chapters and yet the chapters following my main characters are like not good enough. I’ll work on it.