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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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When The Hubby’s Away…

Prompt: When MLB!Harry gets home early

Warnings: smut, minors dni 18+ if you liked please reblog, recommended, like, and come talk to me about it! (this is what motivates me to continue writing)!

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The kids went to bed exceptionally early today.

After a whole day of swimming, yummy food, running around the backyard - their little bodies were exhausted by six in the evening.

YN cleaned up around the house, took a nice long bath but that only brought her to nine at night and as she laid in bed, still wrapped in a robe.

Harry wasn’t going to get home until the early hours of the morning, one or two, and YN was feeling a bit of arousal in her stomach.

She gets up, quietly closes the door to the master bedroom, and dims the lights as she sheds the robe on the ground.

YN grabs her phone off the nightstand, unlocking it and swiping until she finds a certain app, where she then has to input three more passwords until folders of pictures and videos pop up.

She spreads her legs, hand lazily running down her belly until her fingers slip between her folds where she’s already damp.

YN wasn’t in a rush as she begin to run her fingers over her swollen clit, her hips squirming against the sensitivity.

She scrolls until she finds something that sparks her interest.

It’s a video from a few months ago, taken in Miami when YN and Harry took advantage of a game there for a little parent getaway.

YN has the camera rolling and focused on her front, they’re on the hotel balcony, a warm night with the beach in the background, waves crashing against the shore.

She’s laid out on a chaise, the dress she wore to their fancy dinner was rucked up around her hips, panties pulled to the side as Harry licked into her.

He was still fully dressed in a nice suit but is kneeling in front of the chair, YN’s hips off the edge, and his hands gripping her plush.

“Ha-Harry,” YN whimpers quietly, there were balconies around them, they could easily get caught but she doesn’t want it to stop.

He pulls back to look up at her, past the camera to his wife with intense gaze, his lips shiny with her, “What do you want, mama? Gonna keep this and watch it later? Watch how filthy you are for your husband?”

Harry doesn’t wait any longer before moving back down, nipping at her mound to make her squeak before spreading her folds with his fingers and tracing his tongue from her core to clit.

“Pinch y’nipples,” He orders from below, eyes darting back up and YN apparently does not follow directions fast enough because he’s reaching up and yanking her top down until her tits spill out, “Now.”

“Want you to do it,” YN whines with an edge of a bratty tone, her hands staying in his hair.

“Oh, you want me to?” Harry parrots back, his one hand moving up to squeeze her tit roughly before pinching at her nipple, “Never say no to you, mama.”

Then he’s back to work, taking her clit between his lips and -

“What do we have here?” Harry interrupts her concentration, she didn’t even hear the door open and when she gazes up at him from her phone - he’s leaning against the wall by the closed door.

YN blinks at him, a bit hazy, and her hands moves from her core to reach towards him, “C’mere, touch me.”

“Oh, doesn’t seem like you need me,” Harry hums with that low rasp that’s a sure signal of his arousal, “So you can keep going and I’ll take care of myself.”

He sits in an armchair near their window, too far from the bed for YN’s liking but close enough that they can see every detail of each other.

Harry palms at himself as his eyes trace up and down his wife’s body, “Look at you. All sprawled out on our bed, touching your cunt thinkin’ of your husband. You’re a dream.”

“Want your hands,” YN complains breathily as her fingers circle her clit again, it didn’t feel as good this time because she knew his capable fingers were right there.

“And I want you to hush up and make yourself come,” He responds as his wriggling his shorts and hoodie off - sitting back in the chair with his length hard and thick, wet at the top.

She gives him a glare but it melts when she just figures she might as well give him the show of his life.

YN spreads her legs further to open up like a flower to him, she arches her back prettily, and lets out a soft moan of exaggerated pleasure.

She closes her eyes - to make him mad because he’s a show off and he wants to show off how nice his cock is.

Her free hand moving up to pinch her nipple between her forefinger and thumb, constant sound coming from her parted lips.

“Look at me.”

God, he’s so fucking easy.

YN slowly opens her eyes, blinking heavily as she puts more pressure on her bud, “It feels s’good, baby.”

Harry huffs in frustration, he can’t even play his own game, and soon he’s out of the chair and his hand comes to her ankle, yanking her down the bed.

His fingers come to spread her open, his eyes glued to where she’s so pretty, wet for him, and he shakes his head.

“Desperate f’me, you know that? I give you my cock constantly and when I’m away your watching videos of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were obsessed with me, mama,” Harry teases with a mocking edge as he tucks to fingers into her and rubs at her spot.

“H, yes. There, baby,” YN encourages because he can play her like violin, he knows her body like the back of his hand.

Harry laughs as he leans down to bite at her nipple, “You act like I don’t know, darling.”

His cockiness shouldn’t make him sexier but it does, his sureness of how well he can manipulate her body and how her body physically craves him.

From the Harry she met in college, shaking as she touched him for the first time - they’d come such a long way together.

YN already knows that he’s not going to let her come like this and so she wriggles away from his hands before getting off the bed to kneel.

“Gonna give me a treat, sweetheart?” He murmurs as she kisses at his strong thighs then the softest , thin skin of his inner part.

“Maybe,” She hums as she just barely grazes his shaft with her lips, making his cock twitch at the teasing touch.

“Do it proper. I’m don’t deserve to be teased, I’m not the one who was getting off alone,” Harry tells her and wraps his hand around her hair, pulling her in.

“Don’t act like you don’t get off alone either,” YN retorts as she graciously begins to lick long stripes in the underside.

“Rarely,” Harry says truthfully, he really didn’t that much in the road - partly because he was just dead exhausted and the other was she wasn’t there, “But when I do it’s to pretty pictures of your cunt.”

“Mm,” She hums, still lapping lazily and lulling it around with her tongue to make him even more pent up.

“Alright, enough of this,” Harry hisses roughly, his hand weaving deeper in her hair, “Open up.”

YN feels a electric thrill zip through her spine at his dominant tone, she obliges and he’s guiding himself into her mouth.

She always struggles to take him, thick and big, but enjoys the feeling of her throat burning as he lightly thrusts inside.

When she glances up, she notices his head is tilted back and his eyes are closed, the view is immaculate of his ripped stomach and chest.

Her hand sneakily moves between her own thighs to rub at her clit as she swirls her tongue around him on every odd thrust.

She didn’t realize she was that close to an orgasm, it takes her by surprise as she pulls off his cock and lets a moan out as her body tenses through the aftershocks.

“Are you kidding me?” Harry rasps up, his tone harsh and faux annoyed as he grips her by the shoulders and stands her up, “Did you really just come?”

“You said when you came it that you wanted me to make myself come,” YN shrugs innocently as he crowds her - his chest pressing against hers and starts taking steps which in turn makes her have to step back until she’s pressed against their dresser.

He turns her around and pushes her down by the back until she’s bent over the cold wood of the furniture, tits smooshed against it.

Harry takes a step back, to admire his wife with her arse out, and he can’t help but land a smack on her cheek enough for it to jiggle and bloom a print of his hand.

“I should really not give you anything,” Harry tells her as his lines himself up, teasing her by just pushing the head in before pulling out and rubbing against her cheek.

“But you’re going to,” She bites back confidently, when he teases the head at her opening again, she pushes her hips back harshly until her bum is in the cradle of his pelvis and he’s all the way in - snug and warm.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He groans in surprise before he’s gripping her hips hard and pulling her back onto him over and over again, “Never get tired of this.”

“Don’t wish you were out cheating like all your other teammates?” YN jokes breathlessly as she grips the wood for some type of leverage.

Harry pulls out at that comment, flipping her over and pushing her back on the bed, crawling on top of her, and letting his body weight fall - their chests pressed together as he kisses her, managing to guide himself back in and thrust slowly.

Harry breaks the kiss to make eye contact, their lips just brushing, and he whispers sincerely, “I don’t wish to be anywhere but with you, ever. You’re the only thing I crave and I’ll never stop wanting you. You’re the best drug I could get. Nothing and no one would ever give me what you do.”

YN feels her eyes prick at the sweet statement, she giggles embarrassed as he kisses away the tear that falls and then mouths at her neck.

“I love you,” Is all she can manage as his hand sneaks between her thighs and folds, thumbing at her already sensitive clit.

“Then show me. Come for me,” Harry goads as he speeds up his hips, “Show me how good you are for me, mama.”

YN doesn’t have to be told twice, her second orgasm crashing over her like a thick, hot wave of fire, and her toes curl against his calves.

“Christ, you’re pretty,” He hums lowly, mouth biting all over her chest as he slows his hips down, “You done or you gonna let me keep going, baby?”

YN felt overstimulated, her core throbbing and sensitive but she didn’t want to stop, the warm weight of him on top of her was so welcomed after he’d been gone.

“Keep going, H,” She whimpers as he pushes in with just barely there pressure, like he has all the time in the world.

“I got an idea,” He says instead, pulling out of her and tugging her off the bed with him until he’s opening their balcony doors and is shuffling her out, “Since you were getting off to that video of us being outside.”

The way their house was set up, there was no possible way any of the children (if they would wake up) could accidentally look out a window and see them and so YN didn’t hesitate to follow him.

It was a bit chilled out, her nipples hardening up again, and he’s walking her back into a plush chaise where she’s can lay back.

“Want your mouth again,” YN tells him as kneels in front of the chair, wrapping his arms around her hips and pulling her down hard until her bum’s hanging off the furniture.

“Am I good at it or somethin’?” He smirks, his dimples popping into his cheeks and he looks boyish for a moment.

“You’re alright,” YN drawls unbothered as the nippy New York air stings on her warmest places, making her shiver at the sensation.

“Managed to keep you satisfied all this time,” Harry quips because he doesn’t like even being teased about his bedroom abilities.

“S’cause your cock so nice,” She continues to push at him because she loves to rile him up until he’s too turned on to think straight - it’s working.

“I’m gonna make you cry,” He promises roughly, his voice impossible deeper as he ducks down to lick a stripe from her core up to her clit before dipping two of his fingers in to stroke at her walls.

It feels euphoric instantaneously but what catches her by surprise is when his lips trail from her folds down to her other entrance, licking there with purpose to loosen her up.

She now knows exactly what he’s trying to do.

Multiple orgasms, playing with her bum, he’s going to try to make her squirt - her stomach is tight with anticipation because she always comes so hard from it and now he’s trying to show off.

“Fuck,” YN gasps when he scissors his fingers expertly against her spot as his pushes his tongue past her right muscles then pulling back to nip at her cheek enough that it hurts before repeating the process over and over again.

He’s persistent as he builds up a brutal rhythm that has her thighs quivering with tension, her stomach tensed, and that uncomfortable but blissful feeling that she is going to release.

And Harry’s just, well, gorgeous when she looks down at him - his eyes blinking up to meet hers before he’s focused back on her center, his bicep flexing deliciously with how fast his hand is moving, and his mouth swollen from use.

“M’gonna come, H. Please, m’gonna - oh,” YN mewls desperately, straining against where Harry holds her legs open and refusing to let them shut.

“Yes, come on. Give it to me, mama,” He growls between kisses and licks, “Come on me, I’ve earned it, yeah?”

YN only lasts a few more seconds before she’s releasing all over his hand, face, the chaise, and her own thighs - slumping with exhaustion, chest heaving heavily with every pant as her clit throbs painfully.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Harry coos happily when he notices her puffy eyes, swiping the tears away from her being overwhelmed in the best way possible, “God, look at you. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fucking hell, don’t know how I ever landed you.”

“Mm,” Is all she can reply as her body aches in the best way possible, her bones felt heavy and like she'd melt if she tried to move from her spot on the lounge chair but she still wanted her husband to finish.

"Come on, H," YN beckons, pulling him upwards onto the furniture with her and bringing their lips together, "Want you to come now. Deserve it. Want you in me."

"Not too sore?" He checks before she's shaking her head and spreading her thighs, he places them over the crooks of his elbows and guides himself back at a tortuously slow pace.

YN remembers fondly the span of time when they first started dating where no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't last more than a minute or two because it was all so new to him.

It was the biggest turn on that now, ten years down the line, that the reason he is so good is because he's tailored it to fit her, he knows how to please her down to a simple down and he knows her body like the back of his hand.

The fact that after all this time, he still craved her so much, just as much if not more than when they first met made her always feel wanted, sexy, and so fucking in love with him.

Harry turns his head to kiss at her ankle then down her leg as he keeps up a steady, not too harsh rhythm, and he just can't help himself because his thumb is finding her tingling, puffy clit once more.

"Baby, I can't," YN protests but does nothing to bat his hand away, subconsciously pushing back up into the action, "Oh my god, Harry."

"Just one more, I promise," Harry chuckles breathlessly as he feels the oncoming signs that he's about to come, speeding up his motions on her until a weak, barely there orgasm is coursing through her once again.

And after he settles from his own release, Harry can't help but grab his phone, and open that secret app - snapping a few pictures of his wife absolutely fucked out from all of her orgasm.

She looks stunning in the moonlight, her skin glowing with perspiration, and her core swollen and wet.

"Need to come home early more often," Harry teases as he locks the app before dragging her back inside for a shower.

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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love the concept of wolfrry taking care of his girl !! like maybe she’s having a girls night out and she ends up calling harry because she’s drunk and emotional and she’s missing him and he drops everything to go and pick her up and when he brings her home he takes off her makeup, heels and undresses her as well as bathing her. I just think it would be so cute thinking about him kneeling outside of the tub and washing her. just all the cute domestic stuff !!

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The pack hated when YN had a girl’s night because it meant that their leader was more on edge than usual with worry.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go out and have fun but he couldn’t protect her if he wasn’t there and even if he wouldn’t admit it, he missed his mate terribly when they were separate for even a moment.

To the outside world, Harry and YN’s relationship dynamic is odd - he’s a grumpy asshole with a cocky streak but let’s his omega bully him until he subdues her.

What they don’t see is when they go to bed for the night, and the big bad alpha lays her out on her back and eats her cunt until she cries from overstimulation then cuddles her until she falls asleep in his arms a wet, sweaty little mess.

Harry is in their lounge, playing poker without real commitment - to busy waiting to hear an Uber pull up to drop off his mate.

Then his phone rings.

“What?” He asks bluntly, voice firm and is automatically on guard when he sees her contact number.

“Hi baby,” She giggles girlishly, “Uh-um, the girls want to go to ‘nother bar but um,” YN takes a break to breathe straight into the speaker, “I miss you and want t’come home. And my brain is all fuzzy and I can’t remember how to order an Uber.”

“Where are you?” Harry’s already standing from the table and snagging his keys off the holder as he heads towards the garage - ignoring his pack’s complaints.

“Er,” YN pauses, it’s incredibly noisy and she’s slurring, “S’that one with the cow thingy. Y’know that thing you can ride on like at a circus-, I mean a rodeo?”

“Cowboy Jack’s?” Harry clarifies with a clenched jaw, assuming she’s talking about the mechanical bull they have.

“Yeah, that’s the one. I had like four of the pretty pink drinks and they tasted like strawberries,” YN informs him like he cares as he peels out of the driveway and begins speeding.

“Stay right where you are. Don’t move or go anywhere,” Harry interrupts her, not wanting her to get lost or wander off.

“But then Emma said that the bartender-“ She rambles on, excited to tell Harry everything about her night.

“Pet,” He cuts her off again, stern and using his alpha tone, “Did you hear what I said? Repeat it back to me right now.”

“Not to move,” YN says quietly, like she’s worried that he’s upset with her.

Harry makes sure his voice sounds softer when he says, “Thank you, pup. I just need to make sure that I keep you safe, s’all.”

“Can I move a little though? There’s a food truck with those little crunchy tacos things. I want t’eat one,” YN’s demeanor changes quickly as she spots food within the vicinity of her.

“I’ll make you food when you’re home,” He tells her with a sharpness, annoyance beginning rise as he just wants her next to him, “Behave.”

“M’always behaved. S’just they look really yummy and -“

“I said stay where you are,” Harry cuts in loudly, stress rising with her drunkenness, this is why he hated when she went out, “I’ll make you food when you get home. Now enough.”

YN let’s out a kittenish whine, pretty unbothered by his attitude but then the line goes dead when she sees his car pull up to the curb.

Before he can get out to open her door, she’s doing it herself and slipping into the passenger - leaning across the console to lay a wet kiss on his lips.

“Missed you s’much,” She hums, patting his cheek a bit harshly before Harry’s reaching over to buckle her in securely before pulling off the curb.

“I missed you too, mutt,” Harry as his nostrils flare, she doesn’t smell much like him at this point - it’s a mixture of smoke, others, and alcohol, nothing makes him more infuriated.

“Thought ‘bout you all night. S’why I wanted to come home and was thinkin’ about your knot,” YN hums, wriggling in her seat as she speaks about it, her thighs spreading.

Harry’s fingers are nearly white on the wheel as he presses the gas a bit harder, he’s trying to control himself because he wants to just bite her.

“Everyone’s jealous ‘cause my mate is the alpha leader and they know you must knot me good,” She adds as she kicks off her heels, “I didn’t say anything but thought about last night when you had me sit in your lap and -“

He was going to crash this car if she kept talking, he was bursting with a strong mixture of possessiveness, horniness, and adoration, his body was created to protect her and the thought of her vulnerable like this out in public was maddening to him.

“Quiet,” Harry finally hisses, a growl erupting from his chest as he snarls, “I just need you to sit there and hush now. I need to get you home, bathe you, and feed you.”

YN shuts up immediately- if she wasn’t drunk she would have told him to fuck off and continued to talk but in her drunken haze, she does as she’s told.

When they pull in, YN is quiet as Harry leads her to their wing of the estate, feet dragging and she begins to sniffle.

Harry turns on his heel, teeth bared and his thumbs come to brush the tears off her cheeks, “What is this? Why are you crying, puppy?”

“Y-you’re ma-mad at me,” YN mumbles as she looks down at her feet, “M’not a good omega ‘cause you aren’t happy with me.”

Harry sighs deeply, body checking her until her back is against the nearest wall, “You’re the most perfect omega. I’m not mad at you. I just need to get you clean and fed.”

He finishes it off by dipping down to nip at her jaw with his sharp teeth, sucking a spot at the hinge before continuing their walk.

YN doesn’t stay subdued for long, continuing to babble about all the events of the night as they make their way to their bedroom - from who her friend’s tried to hit on to what music was played.

Harry guides her into their bathroom, turning on the tub and adding lavender bubbles - as he waits for it to fill, he turns his mate around and begins to unzip her dress, teeth grazing at the nape of her neck.

His instinct was loud and forceful in his head, take care of her - these nights were very stressful on his psyche but it was worth it if she had fun.

YN twirls around as the dress pools on the ground, she puts her hands on his shoulders for support as he takes a minute to just admire how beautiful she is.

His fingers tuck into the elastic band of her underwear and shimmy them down her thick thighs - his nose flaring when he scents her arousal, it’s near tangible.

Her hands come to the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it up but he gives her a warning grunt and moves her hands away, “No, pup.”

“Why?” YN huffs in annoyance as she gives him a bleary glare, “Please, want you in the tub with me, Alpha. Want a cuddle.”

“I’ll cuddle you when we get to bed,” Harry responds firmly, it was taking all of his willpower to just get her in the tub whilst she’s wet and trying to climb him, “Get your tipsy arse in the tub.”

YN grumbles a bit, clinging onto him, and nuzzling into his neck - lips dancing against his mating scar and hands teasing under his shirt.

It was such a funny sight.

This massive, tense alpha who radiates intimidation and dominance having his giggly, clingy omega hanging onto him as he tries to guide her into the bathtub.

No one would believe their eyes if they saw it - to the public, Harry is the leader of the biggest, most prestigious pack.

He’s unkind, fiercely protective, and unwilling to budge when it comes to his pack and anyone else - he expects everyone to submit to him and he’ll raise hell to remind people he’s in charge.

Other omegas didn’t want him because he was a gentleman or sweet like some of the other alphas, they wanted him because he embodied power, confidence, and attractiveness.

They didn’t get to witness this side of the alpha who melted for his mate, who lets the omega tease and prod at him until he bit her quiet and kiss the mark softly when she whimpered.

Harry slowly walks her backwards as she stays molded to his strong chest, inhaling his scent that was only for her, and made her mouth water.

With a little untangling, Harry helps her into the massive tub until she’s submerged into the bubbles with a happy sigh.

He grabs a washcloth, packet of makeup wipes, and towel from the linen closet before kneeling beside the marble basin, he does take his shirt off to avoid getting it wet.

As he wipes her face clean from the makeup, YN stares at him with moon eyes and leans forward to kiss him - he tries desperately not to be endeared by her.

“Just one more,” YN barters as she leans towards him, sloshing the water, “Kiss me, I need more kisses.”

Harry growls at her in warning, that she’s pushing his buttons but leans forward anyways, cupping her jaw and connecting their lips.

He swears she’s trying to torture him when she moans quietly, her nipples visibly hardening as she tries to lick at his mouth.

“You’re being greedy,” Harry rumbles roughly, biting her lip as a sign to cut it out.

Harry has to be the one to separate them, gathering her washcloth and getting it soapy as she lays back once again.

His works diligently, scrubbing all the disgusting scents of bar and people of her soft skin, under her arms, her back, and her belly.

She’s getting tired, blinking heavily as he scrubs her and the sexual tension starts to dissipate finally which makes Harry want to cry in relief.

He would never do anything with her while she had been drinking but it doesn’t mean it’s easy to turn her down when she’s all over him and begging.

Harry cleans her until she doesn’t have any lingering smells except for her body wash and him on her, washing her with devotion even as she giggles when he rubs the cloth along the soles of her feet.

He has loved this girl since he was a pup, he’d always known this is how they would end up, he knew he was irrevocably in love and bonded to their feisty, barely submissive omega.

After she’s wrapped snugly in a towel, she tries to coerce Harry to let her go down to the kitchen as is but he would never let his pack have the chance to see any bit of her.

“Just lemme stay in this towel, s’fluffy,” YN argues when Harry turns his back to grab pajamas and underwear from their closet.

“No.”

YN instead wriggles onto the end and scootches up so when Harry goes for her, she’s out of his reach, and the towels starting to fall from under her arms.

“C’mere.”

“Make me,” YN bubbles out in laughter, having much more fun that her make but she yelps loudly when his massive hand wraps around her ankle and drags her down the bed.

“Made you,” He responds gruffly as he unwraps the towel and begins to tug the shirt over her head and then moving to adjust her legs so he can slip on her bottoms.

“M’not even that tipsy anymore,” YN lies, the slur in her words giving it away, “Just make me come, please.”

She was the bossiest, most backwards omega and to none other than the highest ranking alpha - demanding he make her come.

“You need to relax and just let me do my job,” Harry snaps a bit, the alpha authority in his tone finally coming out as he snugs the pajama pants on her hips, “You can come as many times as you want when your sober tomorrow. Now just behave f’me. Understood?”

The tone makes YN finally settle a bit, especially when Harry admits a few chuffs out to calm her down and then he’s helping her off the bed and out of their room once again.

In the kitchen, Harry sets to work making her blueberry pancakes - her favorite meal, she could eat them everyday.

YN sits patiently at the island, watching his back muscles flex with every movement, eyes tracing his scars and raised skin from years of fighting.

After he slides the plate in front of her, with more pancakes piled on than a grown man could eat, YN says, “I want one more thing.”

Harry looks like he’s about to say ‘no’ because he’s ready for bed and his patience is wearing a bit thin but YN adds, “Want you to hold me.”

“Of course,” He obliges softly, he goes to their kitchen table, pulling out a chair, and sitting down - YN trails after him with her plate before plopping on his lap, snuggling back into him, and eating her midnight snack, “I am so in love with you, mutt.”

“Love you more,” YN murmurs back as she feels him scent around her neck, trying to cover her in him so no one has a doubt who she belongs to.

He nips a bit harshly at her mating bond, making her squeak but then soothes it with his tongue as she finishes her meal.

“Bed,” YN hums, moving in his arms to kiss him, she tastes like syrup and like him - she was so fucking loved.

When they’re finally settled for the night, YN is splayed across his bare chest and he’s stripped to his briefs.

YN wiggles around a bit until she’s kicked off her pajama shorts, muttering about it being too hot even though it wasn’t and then moving Harry’s hand to massage her bum - but it wasn’t sexual, it was killing her to sleep as he moved upwards on her back.

YN was quite possibly the most spoiled creature to roam this earth and it was entirely Harry’s fault because he was so gone for his bond.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

YN sleeps in, the sun rises, and Harry has to start his day - training the younger members of their pack with the elders.

The wolves were nervous around him, eyes directed towards the ground when he walked near them, heads bowed in respect when he spoke.

His wolf was the biggest, by height and weight, his fur was beautiful - chestnut, shiny, long, always well maintained.

His eyes were still green but a bit darker, his growl was hellish and deep, canines sharp and easy to tear into enemies.

He had already snapped at two of the younger wolves who were joking around during the training and not paying attention.

Harry had lunged at the first one, tackling them with a scared yelp , and held his teeth bared at his neck for a long moment to assert who’s in charge.

The second one, Harry had bit his hind leg hard enough to make him limp for the rest of the day, and without regret as Niall, Mitch, Zayn, and Louis stayed serious.

Harry has been this way since they were young and brought into the pack, they’d all been nipped and threatened countless amounts of time to keep them in line.

It was nearly noon before YN padded out to the field in one of Harry’s shirt and cotton shorts, barefoot, and she had a pillow mark on her cheek.

The newer wolves didn’t know their dynamic and so they were absolutely horrified when their alpha’s hair stands up on his back, teeth bared, and snarling at the girl.

They stood in horror, not knowing whether they should interfere as the gigantic wolf stalks towards the human.

Harry’s growls are echoing through the forest, shaking the trees and making the woodland creatures scatter in fear.

His tail is swishing aggressively as he approaches, one of the wolves decides he has to do something and begins to step out of line.

However, Niall steps in, cornering him back, and sending a clear message to not get in to what was going on.

Then Harry’s lowering his head (something an alpha would usually never do to an omega) and steps forward to nudge at her belly.

“Stop being grumpy,” YN murmurs fondly as her hands intertwine in his fur and scratch at his ears as he scents her.

The growls turn into a soft rumble, more like a hum, and he pushes her with his snout playfully a few times until she giggles.

“Come home,” She adds quietly, even though all the wolves hear her, they just act like they don’t.

Harry chuffs almost in agreement before she’s waving to the others and walking back toward the estate.

He snarls at them all, almost in warning to disregard his interaction with his mate before he’s trotting after his omega, nipping at her heels, and leaving the others to continue the training.

When Harry’s out of the shower, YN has already settled back into bed as she waits patiently for him to be done.

“Tired, pup?” Harry rasps as he tosses the towel on their basket.

“No,” YN replies with a small smile, he could be so oblivious sometimes.

“Then why are you in bed?” He asks, definetly clueless because he’s tugging on a pair of clean underwear.

“Because yesterday you promised I could come as many times as I want today,” She tries to stay casual but she was dripping and she knew Harry could smell it when he clenches his teeth.

“Think you deserve to come after what a bratty little mutt you were yesterday?” He questions as he crawls up the bed, on top of her, and fuck, he smelled so good.

He smelled like hers.

“You always give it to me, no matter if I’m a brat,” YN breathes out as his hands come under her shirt and find her nipples, thumbing at them before pinching them.

“I’ve been bloody in love with you since I was a pup,” Harry growls lowly as he knees between her thighs and leans down to bite at her nipples over the cotton of her shirt, “Will never say no to you. Never have. Always give you everything you want.”

“You’re the best alpha I could ask for,” YN tells him seriously, his eyes moving up until their gazes locked, and his eyes twinkle a bit.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m so gone for you,” Harry hisses aggressively as he moves quickly - before she can blink, she’s completely bare and his face is between her thighs, licking into her with vigor.

“Ha-, oh,” YN moans out in surprise as his hands come to grip her thighs open as the twitch and try to close around his head.

His tongue moves from licking into her center to dragging up to her bud where he takes it in between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it - the best mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her hands reach down to tug at his hair as her hips move on the bed, bucking into his mouth before trying to escape in a pattern.

He stops teasing and suctions his lips around her clit, suckling it harshly and getting lost in how heavenly she tastes, he lets a low growl out that sends vibrations and that’s what has her coming.

“M’gonna come, baby,” YN mewls loudly as he continues his pace, legs quivering as her first orgasm rocks through her core.

“S’too much,” YN whines when he continues to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive, swollen clit with purpose still.

“You said as many times as you want. You only want to come once?” Harry rasps before his mouth is exploring her cunt again with tender kisses and licks.

“Want more,” She pants, trying to catch her breath but it’s near impossible when he doesn’t take a moment for air and stayed glued to her.

It’s after four, four, mind-numbing orgasms from his mouth and fingers along that she finally begs for his knot.

Her face is wet with tears, nose sniffly, and she hiccups softly from the overstimulation when Harry finally detaches his mouth from her center.

“Oh, look at you,” Harry croons happily, his alpha tone in full effect as he chuffs at her, his thumbs coming to rub the tears away before licking at her jaw and lips, “You are mine.”

“Yours,” She echos submissively, arching her neck up in offering for him which makes his wolf absolutely beam in pride.

He sinks his teeth into her as he thrusts inside, it won’t take either of them long after all the foreplay and especially when he’s marking her up like this.

“I l-love you,” YN mewls against his mouth, her hands coming to his strong biceps to hold on as he focuses on fucking into her.

“You are mine,” He repeats firmly, “Always Gonna take care of you. I’ve loved you forever. I will continue to love you. You belong to me.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” YN agrees as she feels the base of his cock start to expand as he nudges it inside and locks them together.

“I’ll always pick you up from bars, clean you, feed you, fuck you. My precious girl,” Harry moans at as he stills, collapsing a bit on top of her before rolling them on their sides.

“And I promise to always be bratty,” YN jokes(not really) as she swipes his hair off his sweaty forehead and neck.

“Deal,” Harry murmurs in reply, kissing her lips once again.

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Cant Live This Life Without You

Prompt: YN runs into a rogue wolf in the woods

Warnings: violence, blood, abo!

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YN knew despite how much Harry acted like he hated it, she enjoyed hiding in the woods and having him hunt her down.

His scenting skills, hunting skills were impeccable as the alpha of his pack, especially when it came to finding his mate who radiated honey and berries.

He was in town for a meeting with the mayor, it was not anything out of the usual but Harry offered their small city security from other packs.

YN knew he would be on his way home soon and she hasn’t pissed him off in a few days and that was just downright unacceptable.

She knew if she told Niall or Liam that she was going into the woods, they would have prohibited it and told Harry on her - so she manages to sneak out the back door when they’re distracted.

It was cool, middle of fall, and she was dressed in just a sweatshirt, leggings, and sneakers as she enters into the forest surrounding their estate.

She enjoyed to read by a stream about half a mile in, there were usually little animals like squirrels and chipmunks scurrying around to keep her company.

YN also had a book tucked under her arm, half of this was playing keep away from her mate but the other was she actually enjoyed reading in the woods.

Harry would find her quickly, maybe if she was lucky he wouldn’t be against having some fun while they’re out there either.

She gets engrossed quickly in her book, sitting in the grass near the trickling water - it was nice to be in nature away from the sound of cars and people.

Until YN hears footfall behind her, leaves crunching under the weight of a body, and a deep growl that was low and vibrating.

That didn’t take long, she thinks.

When YN closes her book and turns to look over her shoulder, she isn’t met with the wolf she was expecting.

Harry was massive in were form, his fur was chestnut brown, shiny, and curled at the ends - he had ears that stood straight up in alert and forest green eyes.

This wasn’t him.

And it wasn’t a wolf from their pack.

It was scraggly but still bigger than an an average human, skinny and their fur looked matted - like they didn’t take care of themselves or that they were sick.

It’s eyes were yellowish-grey, fur colored a dirty tan, and it’s rotting teeth were bared at her in threat because this wasn’t a member of their family.

There shouldn’t be any other wolves for hundreds of miles, for that matter, that weren’t part of The Styles’ Tribe, and for the animal to be in such close contact to the leader’s omega was horrifying.

YN’s frozen in fear for a moment, she doesn’t know whether she should scream or stay quiet to not upset the beast further.

Her heartbeat has risen above anything normal for her, Harry should be able to detect it for miles, along with the anxious scent she’s surely given off and that’s all reliant on whether he’s home yet.

The creature begins to stalk forward, drool hanging from their canines, and tongue lolling out to the side of its filthy mouth.

She reaches for her heavy book, chucking it at the wolf’s head in hopes to get a head start as she scrambles from the forest floor, and starts sprinting in the direction of their home.

YN isn’t fast enough and the distraction doesn’t work because she feels teeth sink into her calf - shooting, intense pain making her tumble to the ground with a loud cry.

She knew she was hurt and that this wasn’t looking good as the tan wolf let’s out howl that rocks the trees - it was going to go in for the kill.

It’s only a moment after that, that there’s a stampede through the forest and the ever familiar brown wolf is tackling the rouge one to the ground.

YN has to look away as her mate bites into the wolf’s neck and tears out his jugular vein, obliterating the creature quickly before he’s ripping the rest of his throat and chest to shreds.

She squeezes her eyes shut as she hears the tan wolf’s squeals and yelps for mercy as Harry’s roars override and he continues until there’s no more noise coming from the rouge enemy.

Niall, Liam, Mitch, and Zayn are surrounding YN as the others disperse into the forest to make sure there aren’t any others.

YN’s leg is on fire, she knows she’s bleeding and that there’s a lot it because she’s starting to feel woozy and like she may pass out.

As they circle her, Harry must have finished with the outsider, he has blood dripping from his jaws and it’s matting his fur with red.

He’s furious but so fucking worried - more so than ever before, YN can physically feel it through their bond as he nudges harshly at her with his snout to display her wound, a rumble steady in his chest.

Harry only evaluates it for a moment before he’s making eye contact with his subordinates- speaking between themselves before Niall is stepping forward and picking YN with his teeth by her sweater.

YN begins to protest, her leg was in such pain right now she didn’t want to move but Harry barks at her to settle down which she follows her alpha’s command.

Niall uses the grip on her to set her atop Harry’s back, where she nestled her fists tightly in the fur as he takes off back towards the estate - galloping faster than any animal in the wild.

When they’re in front of the mansion, Niall steps in to once again - take her by her sweater and help her off of Harry’s back.

The moment that’s happens, Harry is shifting back into human form, bare but unbothered because it’s their normal as the others will wait until YN leaves to shift back.

“I cannot fuckin’ belief this,” Is the first thing out of his mouth as he scoops her up off the grass and storms into the house, up the stairs towards their room, “Do you not realize you could have gotten fucking killed?”

YN couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t scare right now, he’d never ever raised his voice at her like this, especially when using his alpha tone - it was echoing through the halls and his eyes were nearly black.

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” She tries in her softest tone, she was looking up at him but he wouldn’t meet her gaze as he snarled at her words.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Harry bites back angrily as he kicks open their door and doesn’t acknowledge when it nearly splinters because of it, “Not when I nearly almost just lost my mate. It’s not fuckin’ good enough.”

There’s silent tears streaming down her cheeks at this point, Harry was rarely truly angry at her - he was always in a state of grumpiness but never true rage like this.

Harry moves past their bed into the bathroom to set her down on the countertop before he’s rummaging through their linens closet until he pulls out a first aid kit.

His facial expression is stone as he demands, “Lift your hips,” so he can shimmy off her torn up leggings after taking off her shoes.

Then he’s kneeling down, turning her leg to view the damage, it wasn’t bleeding as furiously now but it was still on his hands.

“You’re lucky he didn’t rip off your fuckin’ leg,” Harry tells her through a continuous unhappy growl, he wipes the bite down with an antiseptic, “He got you good.”

“It hurts,” YN mumbles as the wipe stings, she knows Harry’s going to clean it then heal it himself but the bite has been deep.

“It wouldn’t have happened if you just listen to me,” Harry’s voice is raised again and his hands are actually shaking with his emotion, “Do you not realize that you were almost fucking killed? Do you? What would have happened if I wasn’t pulling in the driveway when I scented you - three miles into the god damn woods.”

YN honestly hadn’t realized she had went three miles deep into forest to that stream - she always got distracted by flowers, animals, anything really.

“Get out of my car to hear you yelp like an injured pup,” Harry’s gravely voice cracks on the word injured as he scrubs at her wound - the teeth marks were like many different punctures into her skin.

“H,” YN tries because she doesn’t really know what to do in this situation as his breathes come out in agitated pants - like he’s trying not to shift out of pure rage.

“Stop. Stop talking,” He dismisses with a shake of his head, making YN startle when he throws the kit across the room - all the items scattering every which way.

YN doesn’t think she’s ever listen as quickly as she did know, his scent was radiating pure anxiety and irritation.

He’s then tugging the sweatshirt over her head, then her sports bra, and underwear until she’s bare because her clothes smell like that tan wolf.

Harry doesn’t even gaze over her body, instead he’s kneeling back down, gripping her leg, and begins to lick at the wound.

Werewolf’s have healing properties in their saliva but it’s only compatible to heal their mates and their pups, it protects against infections or disease.

It’s painful, despite it healing her, it burns as her body accommodates her mate’s efforts to close the wounds.

He doesn’t try to soothe her when she wriggles but instead huffs out, “Be still, for Christ’s sake. I need to take care of this.”

YN holds her body stiff for the rest of the time, worried about making him angrier as he continues fo radiate negativity.

As the skin starts to regenerate, he’s covered every surface of the abrasion, he pulls back to check his work before he’s also starting to undress.

It’s methodically as he moves her to their shower, shuffling her under the hot water to wash every trace of the incident away.

He scrubs her harshly with the washcloth, every bit of her body before he’s throughly washing her hair too.

Harry’s completely in alpha mode, take care of his omega, do what he needs to do to make sure she is taken care of.

He’s cleaned her, bathed her, and then when they’re done he’s dressing her in his clothes of a cotton tee and soft joggers before navigating her to the bed.

All of this done without even a word spoken.

It takes her back to a time when they were younger, fifteen to be exact.

“You should have listen to me!” Harry scolds angrily as he rips one of the sleeves off his shirt and begins to wrap it around her forearm where is bleeding.

YN’s eyes are watering from the pain, it wasn’t a bad cut or anything, she just messed up a skateboard trip and her forearm caught her fall against the asphalt.

Harry had been at football practice, on their school’s field while YN and their friends bikes and skateboard in the parking lot.

When YN had fallen, she must have helped because Harry was automatically pulling out of the drill that he was doing despite the coach yelling at him to charge off the field towards the parking lot.

Her friends scattered away from pure fear of the alpha as he made his way over to where YN was on the ground.

His telltale sign of anger - his clenched jaw and the stoney stare as he puffed up his chest and straighten his shoulders.

“This is why I said not to ride these bloody things,” Harry hisses as he yanks her up, examine her arm before ripping his undershirt to bandage it.

“It was accident, I’m fine,” YN mumbles back annoyed but she doesn’t move as he aides to her wound.

“You’re bleeding. You’re not fine,” He raises his voice, he was coming into his alpha voice - deep and sharp, making anyone know he’s in charge.

YN can’t be too mad because she knows her grumpy best friend means well and he only acts like this with her.

“I’m sorry,” YN says when the shirt is secured and he steps back, he takes a step towards her - leaning in to brush his nose against her neck before he dies actually step back.

It was a claim, it was possessive, no other kids at the school did it but him.

But no one was going to chastise him because after his father, he’s next in line to lead, and not even an adult will challenge the teen.

YN flicks his ear to make his growl, it works, and then he orders her to sit on the bleachers for the rest of practice so he can make sure she’s safe.

After she’s dressed, he flips down their comforter, ushers her into their plush bed, and pulls the covers up around her.

It’s dark by now, Harry flicks on a lamp, and stands up straight again - his shoulders still tensed and his back ramrod straight.

“Sleep,” He tells her but it’s bordering on a snarl because of his heightened senses - he was never this short with her.

“I want to you to lay with me,” YN requests quietly, her fingers anxiously messing with a loose string in their duvet, “Please.”

“No,” Harry replies bluntly, “I have to go make sure there’s not anymore of those nasty cunts in the woods lurking, with the pack. For the love of god, don’t move from this fuckin’ bed until I get back.”

And with that, he’s out of the room.

Niall frowns when he sees Harry stalking towards where they’re standing at the edge of the forest, he’s already tearing off his shirt to shift.

“Alpha, I told you we got this,” Liam shakes his head, the whole pack can feel the negative, unsettling emotions swirling around their leader and it makes them just as uncomfortable.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job, beta,” Harry roars with an emphasis on the last word, “I’m your alpha and all of you will shut the fuck up and do as I say. Am I clear?”

The all nods with their heads bowed in submission as Harry’s body contorts into wolf form and he’s loping into the woods with all the others on his flank.

Harry forces the pack out for hours, scouring every inch of the acreage for even a scent of a rouge wolf - miles and miles from the estate.

It’s nearly midnight when Harry calls it off, they’re all exhausted and ready to pass out by the time they make it back to their property.

Niall, who arguably has the best rapport with the alpha pulls him aside after they’re back in their human form.

“Don’t be too hard on her,” Niall murmurs with a sincere look as Harry glowers nastily at him, teeth bared, “She wasn’t trying to get herself hurt and you know that.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Harry growls stubbornly, “She nearly got herself killed. My mate. What would I do without her? She’s been mine since we were children. I can’t live without her.”

“For being literally the biggest prick of earth, it’s sickening how gone you are for that mouthy omega,” Niall chuckles, “Go see her. I know she’s missing you.”

YN couldn’t sleep, she didn’t even bother to turn off the light, she was a crying mess with her face messy from tears as she sat up waiting for her alpha to come back to her.

When the door finally opens, at nearly quarter to one, Harry is surprised to see his mate still sitting up in bed where he’d left her.

“Let-Let me dra-draw you a bath,” YN sniffles, wiping her eyes and trying to get out of bed, whimpering when she puts pressure on her injured leg.

“Whoa, puppy,” Harry rushes over to her side, pushing her back onto the bed until she’s sitting in the edge, “Be careful.”

“I need to take care of you. I’ve been such a bad omega and I can b-be better please,” YN cries softly as she grasp at his shirt, burying her face in his hard stomach.

He felt like shit because he shouldn’t have left her like this, vulnerable and still shaken from her near death experience.

Harry pulls back until she’s blinking up at him tearfully, he doesn’t know how to express himself, and so he leans down, biting her hard on their bond scar.

She squeaks in the sharp pain that melds into connection as all of his emotions flow into her and assure her that she is perfect for him.

When he’s done, staring down at her, his voice is still harsher than he’d like as he says, “What would I do without you? I cannot live in a world that you’re not. I am sorry I was sharp with you. I-I love you with whole being and my only job is to keep you safe.”

YN tugs him down to kiss him, their lips parting as he gives into her warm, sugary aroma - she was so sweet but so fucking feisty.

“I’m sorry, baby,” YN speaks against his lips as he presses his forehead to hers, his eyes dark and moody as he looks at her - anyone else would have to gaze down from the pure power he held, not her, never her.

“I’m not just going to bow down to you, you big stupid alpha!” Seventeen year old YN shouts at him, chucking her high heel in his direction, “You just ruined my night!”

Harry is following behind her, on the dimly lit sidewalk toward their houses, away from the school, keeping his distance.

“I didn’t ruin anything,” He growls in frustration, “He was trying to touch you and make you uncomfortable so I stepped in!”

“But you caused a whole scene and no boys like me in this school because of the way you claim me!” YN wails dramatically, making Harry roll his eyes, holding both of her heels now that have been thrown at him.

Harry’s alpha preens at the comment, good - he thinks possessively but keeps that thought to himself.

“It’s not my fault they’re intimidated,” Harry shrugs casually which he knows will make her even more irate.

YN spins around, stomping up to him, and poking her finger in his chest, “It’s because you’re a Styles’. Everyone knows you’re the next leader of this community. Everyone fears you and you don’t try to make it better by growling at every boy who glances my way!”

“It’s my job to protect you. You can get mad all you want,” Harry tells her with no negotiation in his tone, his nostrils flaring as her sweet honeyed scent radiates off her warm body.

“Fuck you,” YN snarls as she turns to walk away once again with him on her tail, stomping away like a spoiled princess.

“You want me to find another omega to protect? Leave you alone then?” He challenges because he’s know the answer, he knows if a low blow, and he it’s not even true.

Biologically, she’s it for him. It’s how he’s programmed, there is no other option for him but she didn’t necessarily know that.

YN’s body freezes at that, like the thought was physically painful to her to think about and it pains her.

“I know the answer,” Harry murmurs more carefully walking up and gripping her neck gently, “So lose the attitude and let’s go back to my place and watch that dumbass show you like.”

“Grey’s Anatomy is not dumb,” YN grumbles but her hand intertwines with his and lets him to pull her along.

“I give you orders to keep you safe. Never to restrict or control you,” He reminds her, his throat not feeling as tight anymore - he can breathe better again.

“I know,” She replies as she nudges up his shirt and noses at the sharp cut of his hip where his ferns are inked, “Just like riling you up so you get all angry and turned on.”

“Don’t have to risk you life for that,” He scolds, willing himself not to get hard as she nips at the thin skin of his hipbone, “I’ve never ever refused you anything you’ve wanted from me. I’ve never not given you my knot.”

A zip of arousal floods through her at the mere mention, especially because he smells so good right now - the adrenaline only making his cinnamon scent even more tangible and spiced on her tongue.

When she doesn’t respond instantly, he tilts her chin up, “Right, puppy?”

“Mm,” She agrees, licking a trail to the thin line of hair leading into his jeans, watching the wet path it leaves behind, “Alpha.”

It makes Harry’s jaw clench when she uses that needy, reproachful tone with him - she’s so fucking spoiled.

“Absolutely not, you need to rest,” Harry replies firmly, stepping away before her mouth moves any lower.

“You just said you never turn me down,” YN huffs rudely as Harry rearranged her gingerly on the bed back into her spot.

“Tomorrow. You need time to heal this wound, it takes time,” He thumbs at her lip, he knows she’s tired, “You need sleep.”

“Don’t,” She pouts just to argue but Harry listens to her heartbeat the whole time he’s in the shower, not even five minutes after going into the bathroom - he can hear the slowed, steady pace of his omega’s sleeping heart.

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Always Knew You Weren’t The One

prompt (kofi commission): Mama tacos I wanna commission cheatingrry break up with Anna BUT u don’t have to do it right away like if u have other stuff planned I’m so fine with waiting I just kinda wanna guarantee it and just know that’s it’s coming in the future u know hehehe aka The Breakup Fic.

Word count: 6.5k+

Warnings: mentions on domestic abuse, smut, harry cheats on OFC w/ YN; MINORS DNI, 18+

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It didn’t feel quite real when Harry woke up.

All the memories of yesterday flooding back to him in a rush of emotion and pure, unadulterated happiness that all his dreams are finally coming true.

YN is nearly on top of Harry as she snoozes, he’s flat on his back and has her face hidden in his neck, chest on his, and thigh slung over his hips.

He gently wriggles under so he can lift up her left hand, just the smallest amount, and notices that the engagement ring is still sitting firmly on the finger he’d placed it on last night.

Harry couldn’t explain the thoughts that were coursing through his mind, that after all this hard work and dedication to making her better that they were able to get to this point.

The girl he’d been desperately in love with since he was fifteen, she was finally his in every way, and he was just internally growling with possessiveness.

The ring looked so fucking pretty on her finger, it matched her - beautiful, one-of-a-kind, and just breathe-taking.

He was going to marry her, actually, truly now has confirmation that he’ll be able to make this woman his wife.

Sue him, he’s a guy - he can’t help it if his cock twitches a little bit at the thought of her spread underneath him every night for the rest of his life.

Harry had already convinced himself that if he didn’t end up marrying YN, he probably would have never gotten married to anyone else.

A quiet intake of air interrupts his thoughts as YN stirs awake, taking a few snuffingly breathes - lips smacking against his chest.

Panic shoots through his entire being, now was the absolute moment of truth, what if she woke up and regretted it?

What if she wants to hand back the ring and act like nothing ever happened?

Harry doesn’t think he could mentally handle that with a serious breakdown in the process.

“You’re too sticky,” YN complains with a sleepy rasp in her tone, voice croaky but she makes no attempt to move from her spot.

Harry’s hand moves to thumb over her cheekbone as she blinks tiredly up at him, “M’only like this because you’ve been clung to me like a little monkey the whole night.”

“Lies,” She giggles when he starts to tug her up closer until their noses are basically touching, her eyes twinkling and happy, “My fiancé shouldn’t say such hurtful things.”

And there it is.

“Baby,” Harry croons in complete bliss, making her laugh from her belly when he begins to pepper kiss all over her nose, cheeks, jaw in adoration, “I-I am so god damn proud of you. You’re finally mine, pup.”

“You know I’ve always been yours,” She whispers with a more serious tone, wriggling as close as possible - he still smells like his cologne from the night before and it’s intoxicating.

It makes tears prick behind his eyes because he’s always known that but now it finally feels that way as he looks at his strong, empowered, confident fiancée.

“Please let me have you, darling,” He pleads softly, lips brushing more meaningfully against hers this time and his hands sliding down her sides to her hips, “Need to show you how much I love you.”

“You think you deserve it?” YN teases playfully, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a nip.

“Don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs honestly, licking over his bitten lips, “But hope you’ll still let me have you. Give you what you deserve - spread you open, make you drip, make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was irresistible from the low, croak of his morning voice to how his eyes were flickering between her lips and eyes.

“Come on, might as well practice your husbandly duties,” YN remarks coyly, dragging her cold toes across his calves, “Prove to me you’ll be a good one.”

And bingo, YN should have known that was going to strike a chord because Harry's mood shifts dramatically from soft and sweet to rough and predatory as he quickly flips them until she’s on her back and he’s straddling her hips.

Harry gives her a wide, sharp smile as he chuckles deep from his chest, “Oh puppy. M’gonna show you what a good husband does.”

“All talk, no action,” She taunts just to make him bristle before he’s cutting off anything else she’s about to throw at him by putting his index and middle finger to her lips.

“Suck,” He commands, his tone has lost its teasing edge and now he’s telling her exactly what to do for him.

And she just melts so fucking beautifully when she wants to, which she does right now, her eyes become wider, more unfocused, and she whines but opens her mouth.

“There my good girl,” Harry murmurs proudly, eyes darkening as her tongue twirls around his fingers, playfully bringing her teeth down on his knuckles, “Get ‘em wet for me.”

YN does as she’s told, lapping at them as she keeps her gaze on him, wriggling her hips in excitement when with his free hand he shoves her underwear down until they’re stuck around her thick thighs.

He takes his now damp fingers down between her legs, even though she was slick enough on her own before he’s teasing at her entrance.

“Stop teasing,” YN hisses, she always got so fucking bratty when she wasn’t in the mood to be edged at all and it made Harry lean down to bite at her jaw, “Make me come.”

And Harry submits for her, like he always does, shucking off her panties before his fingers are slipping in easily and the right velvet of her walls make him twitch as he crooks his fingers toward her spot.

“I’ve always given you what you wanted, yeah?” Harry murmurs softly, his fingers are moving at a torturously slow rate - making her full and wanting more.

“Always,” YN agrees sweetly, letting her legs spread open as far as possible to welcome him in, her excitement coating his fingers as she tries to push down on them.

“Cut it out, you’re not riding them right now,” Harry scolds with a grunt when she tries to build up a rhythm by using her thighs as momentum, “If you don’t stop being greedy, I’m not making you come.”

YN begrudgingly stops moving her hips down with a narrowed glare and a pouty lower lip that Harry has to bite at until she squeaks.

“There’s my good little wife,” Harry coos because the words taste so good on his tongue, his sweet scared girl - trusting and confident because she knows what she is so fucking certain of what she wants now.

“H,” YN whines, moving down to wrap her fingers around his wrist, halting his motions between her legs until they lock eyes again, “Please baby, need you in me. C’mon, don’t want to be teased, just want it.”

Harry wants to bite her again, make her shimmer down but she’s bossy and he folds to her every single time - the only person on earth who he’d follow blindly.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers as he sits back up, he wants to get his mouth on her - lick into her until she’s teary and hazy but he can always get back to that afterwards.

Despite the fact that he has the urge to grab himself at the base, tease his ruddy head against her clit, smack the weight of it there and just barely push in but he knows he’ll only get pushback from her because that’s not what she wants right now.

Instead, he tucks himself into her carefully even though he doesn’t need to be - her cunt is slick and open for him, giving him not resistant but still snug as all hell around him.

He thinks this has to be the closest thing to heaven.

“Yes,” YN hisses in a high pitch mewl that makes his hackles raise, when she tries to meet his hips to get more movement, he grips her waist and pushes her down against the mattress - stilling her.

“What has gotten into you, puppy?” Harry grits out in impatience, holding her steady and letting himself rest at her opening before slowly but fiercely thrusting into her.

“We’re engaged,” YN whispers almost like it’s a secret as she pulls him down with a hand weaved through his hair until their lips are locking together, “We’re going to get married, have babies, grow old together.”

Harry gasps into her open mouth, his breath taken away because just like the night before it truly hits him again and he doesn’t even recognize that he has tears trailing down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” He laughs shakily, not even able to focus on kissing her, “I’m going to make you my wife, give you as many babies as you want, take care of you until forever. You’re mine, aren’t you? Finally fucking mine.”

Her thumbs come up to brush the wetness away, “You know you’ve always been it for me. Through it all, H. Never have given it to anyone but you.”

It makes a spark of proud possessiveness lick up his spine, nearly purring as he murmurs, “Only one who’s ever going to eat this perfect little cunt, tease it, fuck it. Right, pup?”

The words have YN trying to squeeze him between her thighs before letting them fall open again to reveal herself to him like a fucking birthday present.

“Look at her,” Harry admires pleased, thumb coming to rub tight circles on her swollen bud as he starts a steady pace of fucking into her.

YN gets frustrated because now Harry’s being bossy and she just wants to take control - her orgasm has been teetering for the past few minutes and she wants it wreck her.

She bats his hand away from her, ignoring his hiss of irritation when she scootches up the bed until he’s completely out her - cock drippy with a mixture of both of them, hard, and so fucking thick.

Before he has time to complain, she’s rearranging them until she can straddle his hips and slide right down onto his length the way she wants.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Harry moans out, body melting against the headboard as YN takes what she wants, grinding her hips in deep circles to hit her spot while her clit gets the friction from his pubic bone, “S’yours, can’t believe you ever had to doubt how much it is. Got the sweetest pussy on this earth, fuck.”

It made YN swell with confidence as her orgasm starts building in no time once again but it tips her over the edge when Harry uses both of his big hands to push her tits together and take quick turns nipping and sucking at her nipples

“Oh, yes. Feels so good,” YN mewls, hand coming to cradle the back of his head to keep his mouth working on her chest as she speeds up her hips on him, using him to get her own pleasure.

Harry is so gone for his girl, admires how she has no shame in chasing her pleasure as she rides him - not trying to be sexy or get him going (even though it does) but to find her own euphoria - eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading at her temple as her rhythm is sloppy and uncoordinated as she cries out as she comes.

When YN starts to shake as she slumps against him in the aftermath of her peak, Harry moves to grip her hips, steadying her as he pumps up into her only a few times before he’s letting out his own growl of release before allowing his hips to fall back down to the bed.

In this moment, as YN nuzzles her face into his neck - her hair sticking to the dampness of his skin and he wraps his arms her to keep her tight to his chest - well everything was worth it.

The years of heartbreak, different girlfriends he despised, the tears, the anxiety, the late nights of just holding her through flashbacks, the copious amounts of hours he sat in a full waiting room as she did trauma therapy.

He helped heal her, make her whole again, ready to take on the world - now she was ready to live her life truly with him and it makes him feel indescribable, like his body is too small for all the emotion he feels.

Harry doesn’t realize how long he was wrapped up in his thoughts because what shakes him from them is a light snore from his fiancée.

YN had managed to drift back asleep despite what an awkward position she was cramped into as she splayed across his chest with her lips near his pulse point - safe and satisfied.

He can’t help but snort at how adorable she is as he readjusts her until she’s laying back fully onto the bed and grumbling tiredly.

And Harry can’t be blamed if he drifts back off to sleep for a little while longer.

- later that day -

Harry decided a public place was best for breaking up with Anna, he didn’t want to spend another minute attached to this woman, and so after he woke up once again, he texted her to make lunch plans to end it once and for all.

After she had pushed him last night, put hands on him, he felt any ounce of sympathy that he would have for ending it dissipated from his body - she didn’t deserve empathy anymore.

Anna was truly under a delusional impression, Harry and her had been through some of the nastiest fights she’s ever had with a boyfriend and she always thought he never broke up with her because he was that in love with her.

Never could she have guessed why he had stuck around and how it actually had nothing to do with her, that she was a pawn to prove loyalty to another.

He wasn’t even a good partner, he was sharp, impatient, cold, and unapproachable but to Anna, it was more enticing that she could tell people who her boyfriend was - wealthy, self-made, and extremely extremely attractive.

Harry even picked an small, quaint little brunch place in a fashion district of the city to help aid the harshness that was about to come.

He hoped a nice, busy restaurant would dissuade Anna from having an absolute raging meltdown that Harry was preparing for.

The last step before it’s just him and his fiancée, he couldn’t wait to get this over with, and get back to his love.

“Thank you for asking me out,” Anna starts as they get seated after meeting in the front of the old brick building, “I’m really sorry about how I behaved last night. It was unacceptable.”

Harry inhales a deep breath before nodding in agreement, “You're right. It was completely unacceptable for you to put your hands on me.”

Anna’s brows furrow at the way he chose to phrase his words, she was under the impression that this was just another one of their fights that would be swept under the rug.

“I just pushed you. Don’t act like I hurt you,” Anna bites back defensively, she didn’t appreciate that he was making such a big deal of a little shove.

“It’s not about it hurting or not,” Harry grits out, trying to keep his cool, “It’s the fact that because you were upset with me, you thought it was okay to do that.”

“If you wouldn’t have treated me like that, I wouldn’t have had to do that,” Anna scoffs, easily transitioning the blame to him instead as she takes a sip of her mimosa.

“I’m allowed to have boundaries,” He points out with annoyance, “I wasn’t feeling well and you tried to push your way into my house.”

“Yes, sorry for trying to be a good girlfriend,” She retorts with a tone drenched in sarcasm, accompanied by a roll of her eyes, “Why are you acting like such a baby, huh? Big bad man can’t take a little shove from a girl?”

Harry is desperately trying to keep his emotions under control as Anna tries to demean and gaslight him without even trying to disguise it.

It isn’t even close to the first time.

“You need to come to this party with me,” Anna sneers angrily, a bottle of perfume whirling past Harry's head and smashing against the wall behind him, “I’m sick of you being so inconsistent. You need to act like a fucking actual boyfriend.”

Harry feels his heart rate pick up as he looks back to see the sticky, sparkly perfume stain the starch white of the wall - glass fractured and broken on the ground.

“Throwing shit at me isn’t going to make me stay,” Harry roars back in her face, disgusted by who Anna turns him into as a person.

“It’s over,” Harry sighs, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I can’t do this anymore with you. I should have ended this a long time ago.”

Anna’s eyes widened, she had the audacity to actually be surprised, “Wha-? Harry, no. No, I’m sorry. I just - stop, you’re not breaking up with me. No.”

Harry shakes his head, praying she keeps her voice down, “I am. I am breaking up with you, Anna. It’s just not working out. I can’t fucking stand you, you can’t stand me. It doesn’t make sense.”

“We-we can make it work. I’ll do better, Harry. I promise, please baby,” Anna cries in a nasally whine that has him clenching his fist from how obnoxious and overdramatic it is.

“No, really. I need you to listen, it’s over,” He’s calm with his words, sipping his glass of water and not engaging back in her fight - letting her act like a tantruming toddler.

It’s just…Harry doesn’t have any empathy to watch a grown woman throw a fit like this over when he’s watched YN go through so much worse with stoic and strong composure.

YN only threw tantrums when Harry teased her too much when she just wanted him to make her come - he smiles softly to himself at the thought before Anna’s crying interrupts it.

Harry just watches as Anna’s expensive mascara runs down her cheeks, dabbing at them to prevent smudging, and she’s giving him these puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry, Anna. I am,” Harry lies to help smooth over the situation, “We just aren’t meant for each other. I’m sure you’ll find someone who -“

“You fucking prick,” Anna cuts him off, tears halting with her teeth clenched as fire blazes behind her irises in disbelief, “I knew it.”

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion until he follows Anna’s gaze to his neck - where no doubt YN has sucked a gnarly hickey onto that was supposed to be hidden under his collar but must have gotten exposed.

“How long, huh?” Anna demands, a shrillness coating her words, “How long have you been fucking that bitch while with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry lies steadily, he wasn’t going to bring YN into this like Anna wanted.

“How long have you been fucking YN behind my back?” She repeats in pure fury, “I should have known that pathetic girl would manage to make you feel sorry enough for her scar-riddled body that you’d give in and stick your dick in her.”

Harry refuses to argue with this woman but isn’t going to sit her and have her disrespect the love of his life.

“Have a nice life, Anna,” Harry tells her as he fishes out his wallet, placing a few bills down for the drinks and the food that hasn’t even been delivered yet, “Lunch is on me.”

Anna apparently isn’t happy with that though before she’s pushing out of her chair and tugging her purse onto her shoulder.

Before Harry can react, Anna is snagging her alcoholic drink and throwing it onto him - drenching him in a mixture of orange juice and expensive champagne that automatically makes his curls become limp in front of his face.

By the time he wipes his face with the napkin, eyes burning from the alcohol, she’s already stormed off and left.

Despite how much he reeked of mimosa, his gucci shirt was ruined, and the whole restaurant witnessed the incident - he had to chuckle to himself.

He was finally fucking free of that bitch.

It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t attempt to call him, text him, and even show up to his house a few times to no avail to apologize once again.

But those calls, texts, and knocks on the door go unanswered as Anna dwells on Harry, he’s too busy creating his new life with his favorite person on this earth.

- five years later -

Anna had just gotten seated with her parents at one of the most exclusive restaurants in London, her father managed to snag a reservation after a long month waitlist.

Her boyfriend, Todd, had also accompanied them - dressed not nearly fancy enough in a pair of loose jeans, scuffed up dress shoes, and an atrocious teal colored polo.

They’d been together for nearly three years, he hadn’t made any move to make things more serious with a ring or even ask her to move in with him.

He was mediocre at best, dull and liked to ditch her on the weekends to go watch rugby and drink pints down at the pub with his high school friends where they still basked in the memories of being popular over a decade ago.

Anna’s parents like him well enough but she was thirty now, they wanted her to settle down, get married, have kids, and it didn’t look like that was happening any time soon.

She would be lying if she said she’s forgotten about Harry, still daydreams about what their life would have been like together with vacations in Italy, a massive diamond on her finger, a few children with nannies to watch over them as they globetrot.

However, Anna had never heard from him since that fateful afternoon nearly five years ago when she had splashed a drink in his face.

All of their shared friends cut ties with her, Mitch, Sarah, Niall, none of them ever talked to her again after that.

Anna never actually knew if it was YN that she was dumped for, she had just assumed but even if that was so, she’s sure Harry would have gotten sick of her bullshit and left her soon after.

She imagined that Harry was probably switching around girl to girl every night, a different model-esque woman in his bed every night before he kicked them out with taxi fare the next morning.

“Let’s go get a drink, yeah?” Todd asks, dragging her out of her thoughts, “The waitress looks super overwhelmed. We can just order from the bar? Take a look at the view or something?”

It was a rooftop restaurant, overlooking the skyline of London’s buildings - fairy lights sparkling to keep a soft ambiance as the sun set behind the city.

“Sure,” Anna mutters as she begrudgingly takes Todd’s outstretched hand and trails over to where there’s even a wait at the bar but they manage to snag two seats.

After they’re served, they spin on their barstools to face away from the bar and out towards the tables and the view of Big Ben.

“Ma ma ma,” A squeaky, raspy baby voice breaks through Anna’s thoughts - at the table in front of them, it’s just a woman with her back to Anna but she’s holding the baby facing toward her in her lap, “Mamama.”

The woman’s hand reaches up to card through the baby’s insane amount of chocolate curls, Anna can’t help but notice the absolutely beautiful engagement and wedding band on her finger.

“That’s me, I’m your mumma,” Anna hears the girl’s mother humming to her baby, “You're so smart, my little love. Such a good girl.”

The voice sounds familiar but Anna can’t place it, maybe someone she went to school with or did yoga alongside at some point.

The girl is beautiful, her little features striking and baby soft like a cherub, she’s smiling at her mother with only two chiclet teeth onto her bottom row, and the curls in front of her head gathered into a small black bow.

She’s wearing this adorable onesie dress with a scalloped collar, a printed skirt that was definitely Burberry, with miniature Mary Janes on her feet.

“Mamama,” The baby giggles again happily, chubby fingers weaving into her mother’s hair as she brings herself even closer to her parent - the woman welcomes it, sprinkling kisses all over the baby’s glowy cheeks.

It was moments like this where Anna wanted a baby, who loved her unconditionally but she wasn’t sure she would ever give up her full attention to a child and have her life revolve around something other than what she wanted to do.

Anna’s eyes dart to the entrance when she sees someone she hasn’t seen in five years, someone who she thought about regularly still, and the five years have aged him like fine fucking wine.

Harry Styles.

He looks impeccable.

In a black, well-tailored suit with a barely buttoned white dress shirt underneath, a slim black silk scarf wrapped around neck with a cross necklace dangling between his pecs.

He stands tall and broad, his shoulders straight and wide as he runs a ringed hand through his hair as he glances around the rooftop, looking for someone.

Anna thinks he must be here for a business meeting as his eyes search the crowd and for a moment, her heart sinks into her stomach and she swears Harry meets her eye and smiles widely.

Holy shit.

Anna blinks harshly when he starts to stride toward her with a soft grin and waves, she waves back but furrows her brow when his eyes don’t meet hers like she thought they were from further away.

The moment is cut, reality seeps through as that same high-pitched baby voice squeals out excitedly, “Dadadada.”

Anna quickly realizes that the baby is calling to Harry, she’s calling Harry ‘dada’ but then she’s wondering maybe it’s a coincidence and it’s not his child.

However, it’s not, not when Harry steps over to the table and leans down to kiss the woman on the lips before gazing at the child.

“Dadadada,” The infant persisted through enthralled babbles, reaching out and smacking his cheek gently before whining for him.

“Hi pup,” Harry coos sweetly, his gravelly voice sending a certain feeling of arousal down Anna’s spine that’s uncontrollable, “You talking to your daddy? You miss me, darling?”

It was his baby.

As he scoops the little girl up, naturally propping her on his hip and nuzzling his nose into her curls before kissing her temple and then nose.

“Dadada,” His daughter chirps once again, just so besotted with her father as he cuddles her as close as possible.

“Look at you,” Harry praises through his thick accent, rubbing his scratchy cheek against hers, “I missed you so so much. Were you good for mumma?”

“Always is,” The mother responds before she tugs on Harry’s scarf to bring him down onto another kiss, that lasts a minute too long for such a public setting.

“Mm,” Harry rumbles against the woman’s mouth, his hand coming to thumb over her plump lips with a deep fondness, she notices a thick gold band sitting on his ring finger.

The woman turns around in her seat to sift through her diaper bag for a little jacket for their daughter as the light breeze brings a sharp nip to the night air.

When she turns, Anna feels her stomach drop through her stomach and down to her feet, it was none other than YN.

YN fucking YLN, we’ll probably now YN Styles.

Rage, jealousy, envy surges through her body when she realizes her daydreams of them never actually making it together as a couple weren’t true.

“C’mon, your parents are ready to order,” Todd nudges her before sliding off the stool and pulling her towards the table where then she is seated with Harry and YN right in her eye line.

She can’t focus on anything that her parents or boyfriend are trying to discuss as she watches Harry settle down into his chair with their daughter splayed like she owns him in the cradle of his arms, her legs idly kicking as she pulls his fingers toward her mouth to gnaw on his knuckle.

He looks so much the same as he did when they’d dated but just a bit different, his hair was longer, skin a bit tanner, and a few faint lines appearing on his face but barely noticeable.

Anna hated to admit it but YN was gorgeous, she always had been but age and motherhood had done her well as she sipped a glass of sparkling water with a lime in it.

YN lets out a peel of laughter when Harry winces, the baby’s sharp tooth catching him but when he huffs out a low groan of pain, his daughter just looks up at him and smiles before blowing a raspberry at him.

Harry gives his wife a fake glower of anger before leaning down to blow a return raspberry on the little girl’s belly as she giggles wildly at her father’s tactics.

It disgusted Anna how much he seemed to love the baby, his wife, all of the bullshit.

Anna tries to focus on the soup in front of her, and manages to stop staring for a bit until she sees Harry shrugging out of his suit jacket, balancing the baby on his thigh.

The girl is crying, making grabby hands towards her mother as tears streak her cheeks, pathetically whimpering, “Mamama.”

“Hold on,” Harry murmurs to his daughter, bouncing her as uses his free hand to drape the article of clothing over his wife’s shoulder, “Your mumma is gonna feed you, pup. No tears, my love.”

After YN is set up, Harry helps guide the curly haired baby under the blazer and it’s obvious that YN is feeding her - Anna feels another bomb of jealous at what she witnesses.

Harry leaning over to kiss his wife’s forehead before peeking down between her shoulder and the gap between the article of clothing as he watches his baby eat for a moment before pulling back and giving her one more kiss and whispering something softly to her.

That should have been me, Anna thinks angrily, wanting to smack Todd’s hand off her thigh just because, even though he did nothing wrong.

Anna doesn’t stare while YN’s is feeding, feels like that’s weird but as soon as the now full, drowsy baby is satisfied - YN shuffles her into her father’s arms to excuse herself to the restroom.

Now is her time.

She didn’t have a plan, per se, but Anna makes sure the top of her dress is as low as possible to put her breasts on display, hiking up the hem of her dress to make it a bit shorter.

Anna heads towards the bar, strutting right past the table but Harry doesn’t even glance up - he’s eating his dinner with one hand as he rocks the baby in the crook of his elbow with the other.

Shit.

Anna orders a drink before making her way back, can’t stop herself as her hand brushes the back of YN’s empty seat, “Oh my god, Harry. It’s been forever.”

The man glances up at her with a confused wrinkle before recognition flits over his face, almost instinctively he hikes his daughter further into his body, as he puts down his fork.

“Anna,” Harry nods in a tense tone, seeming like he wanted to be anywhere but talking to her, using almost a professional tone, “How have you been?”

“Great,” She lies, leaning over a bit and internally cursing when his gaze doesn’t even drop to glance at her tits, “Is this you daughter?”

She tries to appear nonchalant, like she hasn’t been watching them this whole time.

“Yes,” Harry replies cautiously, “She’s eight months.”

“Oh, nice,” Anna smiles like she cares, “All settled down now? When did you get married?”

“Been married about four and a half years.”

He knows Anna’s mind will be whirring, doing the math, and the shock hitting her, “Wow. Didn’t waste any time. Six month after we broke up….you got married?”

Harry shrugs with almost a secret smile as he smiles down at his daughter, booping her button nose with his index finger, “Yeah, guess you were right all along, Anna. YN really was the one. Isn’t that right, Cleo Mae? Isn’t your mumma the one?”

“Mamama,” Cleo agrees in a serious babble before reaching to bite at the teething toy YN had pulled out for her to chew on.

“Fucking dick,” Anna hisses, falling back into her old patterns like clock work as she scoffs and stand up straight, “That’s all you were, a dirty cheater.”

Harry straightens up, not appreciative of the tone she’s taking in front of his daughter, “Maybe one day you’ll fall in love and understand. Maybe you won’t. You were never going to be able to compete with YN, Anna. I think deep down you know that already.”

With that, Harry doesn’t want to make the situation worse so just like he did five years ago, he pulled out some bills - left them on the table and began to gather their belongings.

YN trails back over to the table, eyes widening in surprise at seeing Anna for the first time in years, and deciding not to say anything at first, rather just swings the diaper bag onto her shoulder and tuck away Cleo’s teething toy.

“I don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to start but you need to back the fuck away from my family, right now,” YN hisses threateningly as she slips her coat onto her shoulders and stares down Anna.

Anna doesn’t miss the way Harry beams with absolute pride in his wife.

The joy that settles in his stomach with the words ‘my family’ because they were they’re own little happy family of three.

When Anna turns on her heel, back to her own table, she wishes she didn’t hear Harry murmur, “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Let’s go home.”

And that’s the last time Anna sees them.

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Harry is a gentleman(wolf) before anything else when it comes to YN - he’s unfairly and utterly besotted by her.

Though he lusts after her, daydream about knotting her full, and making her come until she has fat tears streaming down her face - he only wants that on her terms.

Three times are fully ingrained in Harry’s long-term memory - when he’d seen her bare chest and had to do everything in his power not to get her by the neck and sink his teeth in.

The first time is when they’re around eighteen, they’re at a lake with a decent amount of their friends, and in a high intensity game of chicken.

YN, of course, on Harry’s shoulders as they fight against Liam with Jenna on his - it’s all going fine until the opponent manages to shove YN (a bit too hard if we’re being honest) off and YN loses her balance.

As YN’s falling off, she realizes that her bikini top is not coming with her as it’s accidentally tangled between Jenna’s fingers.

When she resurfaces, she’s instantly panicking and Harry’s turned around to make sure she’s okay when his eyes drop to her chest for only a mere moment.

Without another thought, he tugs YN in him so her breasts are smushed against his chest - covering her modesty from a gaggle of people staring.

It’s an instant reaction from Harry to preserve her body from anyone but him - he won’t think about it until later when he’s alone, her pretty nipples, how her chest felt against him.

In the moment though, it wasn’t sexual, especially not when Harry lets out the most ear-shattering growl to alert his pack to back the fuck off, teeth bared and his shoulders postured in defensive.

All of his inferiors drop their gaze towards the water and back up to put space between the alpha and them before he goes for any of their necks.

His large hand snatches the scrap of nylon material from where it’s floating and quickly tugs it around her to cover her up once again.

“This is why you shouldn’t fuckin’ wear these,” He grumbled unhappily as he ties the flimsy strings around her neck, “Bloody indecent.”

YN has to push down a smile but it’s quickly interrupted by a sharp gasp when Harry lugs her over his shoulder and begins towards land, “S’time for a nap in the shade.”

She doesn’t bother fighting or squirming against him because she knows he’s upset - not at her but that possessive flares up and he has trouble controlling it.

They’d laid a blanket under a large oak, Harry deposits her on it before snagging his tee off the ground - doesn’t give YN an option when he shimmies over her head.

Harry’s radiating power and intimidation in his scent and stance as he sits down next to her, tucking up a towel to make a pillow for her to rest her head.

YN reaches out to tug Harry down, her hands weaving through his long locks to comb out the water-damp knots as he grumbles low in his chest in pleasure.

The possessiveness has been there since they were babies, it wasn’t something that YN was surprised by, and the pack knew Harry’s priorities when it came to his girl.

It doesn’t mean she doesn’t comment on it.

“Get so worked up, over anyone catching an eyeful,” YN murmurs quietly, the sun was still warm through the branches - drying her skin and making her the perfect temperature.

Harry’s eyes are stormy, notoriously the most grumpy alpha to exists, YN loves him deeply for it and is really the only person on earth who doesn’t fear him for it.

“Be quiet, mutt,” Harry rasps sharply but he nuzzles into to lay his scent all over the column of her neck and then murmurs, “Your body is sacred. It is not for anyone undeserving of seeing it. It’s in my blood to protect you.”

The next is when she’s tipsy, drank one too many long islands at a girls night out, and called Harry to come retrieve her from the bar.

The other girls waiting for rides, betas and omegas, step back in uncertainty when Harry parks at the curb and approaches with a stoic expression.

It was forgetting upon really anybody but YN that he was the Styles’ Pack’s Alpha. Royalty among them.

“H,” YN hums happily, she’d taken off her high heels, and had them looped around her wrist.

He isn’t pleased, that much is obvious as he lets out a low snarl at her but she doesn’t flinch, trots to the car and lets him help her in.

The others don’t miss how he ducks down, whispers something to her, and runs his thumb over her bottom lip before shutting the door.

He doesn’t give a second glance to the group before revving his engine and peeling away from the curb of the club.

When they get back to Harry’s home, he refuses to let her into bed without a shower - she reeked off others and cigarette smoke, her warm cinnamon scent nearly undetectable.

Harry waits patiently for her and as soon as she craw into bed in one of his shirts, he’s all over her - leaving his scent on every nook of her as she grumbles noncommittally about it.

“Hush up,” Harry gruffs against her skin, teeth occasionally nipping at tender areas of her neck and collarbones,“Maybe if you didn’t go out and lose my scent than we wouldn’t have to do this. Been good for your alpha.”

It has to be overstepping some line, but he’s referred to himself as her alpha since they were young, and YN couldn’t deny the shockwaves it sent down her spine.

“You’re being mean,” YN whines as she tilts her head up for him to have more space, his large hands at her hips, and she knows what the whine does to him.

“Enough,” Harry grunts abruptly, pulling back when he’s satisfied with his handiwork, “It’s time for you to get some sleep, mutt.”

“Do you love me?” She asks sleepily, flipping her hair to pull it into a sloppy bun so it doesn’t stick to her neck when she falls asleep.

“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions,” He replies unamused as he knocks her hand away and pulls her hair up into a neater bun for her.

“Mm,” YN smiles at how edgy he is, somethings never change, and she’s shrugging out of Harry’s shirt without a second though.

Harry’s eyes widen substantially in confusion when her breasts are bared and a frustrated snarl vibrates low in his chest before she can even blink - she ignores it though.

Flips on her side away from him and demands, “Scratch my back, please. S’gonna help me fall asleep, pup.”

He has to take a few very deep breathes to calm his inner wolf, shouting at him to mate her, claim her, anything.

Harry lays days begrudgingly, his hand finding her back to begin scratching her back because she’s a needy puppy.

He wishes he could control the vibrato purr he emits to soothe her even more so, a sound explicitly saved for a mate but here they were.

After about five minutes, her breathing starts to even out, and he moves to grab her shirt but she lets out a affronted whimper, in a drowsy tone, “Keep scratching! M’not asleep yet. Don’t cheap out now.”

He growls meaninglessnessly at her because it doesn’t send one spike of fear through her for making demands at the most powerful alpha in their land.

“You shouldn’t make demands of an alpha,” Harry rasps menacingly as his nails begin to lightly scrape at the skin of her back, “You’re going to end up hurt.”

“You’d never hurt me,” YN replies sleepily but with a conviction that holds no room for argument, “I’ve seen you paint your hands with the blood of enemies and right after respond affectionately when I demand a cuddle.”

“Liar,” Harry can’t help but detest, even though they both know she isn’t lying, he still punishes her with a sharp nip to the back of her neck.

And when YN finally falls asleep, Harry thinks she holds out longer than usual just to keep getting her back scratched - Harry manages to tug the shirt back over her head, avoiding the temptation to look at where he most desired.

The third time, well it’s only a few weeks before they get together finally - whilst YN is still with that asshat of a boyfriend.

Harry had forgotten his wallet on her dresser the day prior, he had been busy with meetings all day, and he figured he’d swing by to grab it.

He lets himself into the apartment where he hears, no even moments later, the sweetest mewl of pleasure and he knows exactly who made that sound.

Harry doesn’t detect that anyone else is in the apartment but he also is in a bit of a haze because her honeyed arousal is drenching in and make him a bit stupid.

He doesn’t even know why he doesn’t make himself known or just fucking leave - the possessive quell in his throat has to make sure there isn’t someone in bed with her.

The door opens softly to YN, splayed out on her bed with a hand between her pretty, thick thighs, the other tweaking one of her perfectly beaded nipples, and the most astounding thing was that her nose was buried in one of Harry’s shirts.

To clarify, a shirt he’d worn the day before that he’s accidentally left in his hurry to get to work and had surely been soaked in his scent that she was currently using.

YN looks up at him with surprised eyes but not necessarily alarmed or scared - not enough for her to pull her hand away but instead huff out, “M’close.”

Like she couldn’t stop. He’d have to wait.

“Mutt, I-“ Harry growls, he shakes his head and shuts the door, stalking back to wait in the living room because he was using his last ounce of restraint not to claim her right then and there.

He has to press on his crotch to will his hardening cock to cut it the fuck out, knot threatening to begin to bulge at the mere scent of his mate - his friend.

YN appears mere minutes after, eyes still doe-like and wet, lips pumped up and swollen - that same fucking tee shirt that she had her nose buried in now draped on her body.

Harry should bite his tongue but he doesn’t.

“Peter really that shit in bed, pup? Just even a shirt with my scent on it is enough to have your cunt soaked and needy? Am I that good, pet?” Harry smirks with his teeth bared, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip as she instantly clenches her jaw at his comment.

“Fuck off,” YN grumbles mullishly, her cheeks warm with embarrassment, heart rate pumping a little faster but she still trots over to Harry and plops in his lap.

“No need to be embarrassed,” The wolf titters because he can read YN like an open book, “I want to be the only one who makes your pretty little nipples tight, have your clit throbbing for me. I fucking thrive on it.”

There isn’t any tension in the air, they know they’re meant for each other, she takes Harry’s large hand in her smaller one and toys with his fingers.

“I haven’t slept with Peter,” YN admits under her breath because she knows he’ll stick pick up on it with his advanced hearing.

“That’s my good girl,” Harry praises, a deep purr automatically starting as he begins to nuzzle his nose into her to lay down his scent.

It shouldn’t be like this but in moments like this, they both know it’s just a matter of time.

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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A Crack in the Armor

prompt: this was a request from a long time ago! how harry reacts to find out an employee has a sick child at home.

warnings: talks of cancer, hospitals

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Heather was a nervous wreck as she sat in the waiting area of the boss’ office.

His secretary was an older woman who was kind and soft-spoken, opposite of what Mr. Styles was like.

She’d never had a run-in with her boss, she had a pretty non-problematic job of filing and record keeping that kept her under the radar.

However, she wasn’t oblivious because Heather had seen the handsome, angry man stomp into their office and rein down hell because of a clerical error.

She had a fear of him, his tone was condescending and loud, and his green eyes held such intensity she wanted to look away instantly.

Heather didn’t think it was quite fair how gorgeous he was with such a nasty demeanor, how he filled out his pristine-tailored suits, and a head of soft curls - an overwhelming scent of cedar and vanilla when he entered the space.

She’ll never forget the first time she witness the hurricane that was him.

Heather was sat behind her computer, typing away an email to her supervisor about a missing document when the door of the office swings open.

Her eyes widen substantially when she realizes it’s her boss, it’s hard to imagine a man worth over a billion dollars standing in front of her.

He’s wearing a black suit with a light grey shirt underneath, his hair was perfectly styled, and she couldn’t help but glance down at the wedding ring on his finger.

Heather often wondered what his wife was like, most likely spending her days shopping in Soho with a Hermès bag in her arm or eating brunch with other rich women while nannies watches their children - if they had any.

She couldn’t help but imagine overfilled lips and a thick layer of foundation, possibly a boob job with her breasts bursting over the dress she’d be wearing.

Heather had never spoken to Harry directly, tried to stay on his good side which means not bothering him literally ever.

“Where is Jerry?” Harry demands in a loud tone, no pleasantries or even a welcoming greeting as he enters the room.

“Er, uh. I think he’s filing audit receipts on the third floor right now,” Heather stumbles over her words as his moss green eyes glare at her.

“You think or do you know? I’m not going to be happy if I waste m’time going down there to see - if you just think he’s there,” Harry replies cooly, shoulders broad and tense - he was the picture of intimidating.

“I-I can call him and check?” Heather asks dumbly, her eyes as wide as saucers and listen, she was a married woman but god damn - he was unfairly sexy.

“Please do,” Harry replies with a sharp edge, his hand rifling in his pocket for his cell and Heather swears she sees children on his lock screen.

When the phone call confirms that Jerry is where Heather thought he’d be, she hangs up and tells him, “Yes. Third floor, Mr. Styles.”

Harry doesn’t spare her another glance or a thank you, just turns on his heel and strides out of the office without any common courtesy.

“Dick,” She mutters under her breath as she gets back to her task at hand.

The first run in was nearly two years ago and her life has changed so much - not for the better either and the last thing she wanted to do was be in his office but she knew she had to try.

She waits for nearly thirty minutes until the large chestnut door opens and Harry appears in the doorway with a bored expression on his face, “Ms. Derik?”

“Um, yes. Hi,” Heather stands up a bit too fast, smoothes out her skirt and follows him into the office with wobbly legs.

Harry sits behind his desk, pushing aside a few papers, and opens a file with her information that his secretary must have gotten him.

“What can I help you with today that your direct supervisor at our Human Resources department couldn’t?” He’s annoyed, like Heather is wasting his very valuable time, and it makes her feel even worse about this.

“I tried-I tried to go to Jerry and then to HR but…they both declined my request. I was just hoping you could reconsider,” Heather’s voice is shaky, she didn’t want to cry in front of this man.

Her boss plucks a paper out of the folder, eyes darting along it to read over her formal request, he looks up and asks, “A request for family leave for two to three months, is that correct?”

Heather nods, tears already streaming down her face, she couldn’t afford to lose this job but she needed to be with her daughter.

“Do you know why it was denied?” Harry sounds curious, like he didn’t know that answer to it either not if he was upset at the actual request.

“Ye-yes, I’m the only one in the department right now who knows how to properly audit expense receipts beside Jerry,” She replies honestly, it was the majority of her job.

“Hmm,” Harry hums, gaze moving from the page to her - his eyes trace her face, observing her tears and overall sad demeanor, “I’ll approve you for three months of paid leave. If you need an extension, please just request it from my secretary.”

And….Heather just starts crying harder, sobbing even, a major relief off her shoulders because it was one of her biggest stressor - she’d been having awful anxiety since her requests had gotten denied last week and he said it would be paid.

Harry doesn’t say anything but places a tissue box in front of her and she whispers ‘thank you’ before snagging one to dry her tears.

“I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Styles,” Heather tries to pull it together but she’s struggling fiercely in front of a man who doesn’t appear to have any sympathy for others but right now, unless she’s imagining it, he’s looking at her with concern, “My daughter is four, she just got diagnosed with Leukemia two weeks ago and she’ll be staying at the hospital for a few months for treatment.”

He stops for a second like the mere thought is too overwhelming before he continues, “I have three daughters of my own and I couldn’t imagine the pain you must be going through.”

Heather can’t help but give him a watery smile, nodding towards the picture of three little girls - she had just noticed, “Is that them?”

Harry lets a small grin creep up on his face, fondness leaking through his words, “Yes. Ivy, Willow, and Magnolia. They’re five, two, and 11 months.”

Heather pulls up a picture of her own daughter, “This is Sophie. She just turned four about three months ago.”

“She’s beautiful,” Harry nods, face becoming stonier again but not unkind, “Again, please come to me directly if you need anything during this difficult time.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” Heather says again before gathering her briefcase and leaving so that she can go be with her baby.

It was a short walk to the train but her mind was reeling, he had kids? Adorable, happy ones of the picture were anything to go by.

It was nearly impossible to imagine Harry Styles as a father to three precious girls or that he would have even wanted children.

Heather found it heartwarming that he sympathized so much with her as it truly was a parent’s worst nightmare for their child.

It was around six in the evening, Heather, her husband - Josh, and Sophie were lounging in the hospital room - she had been here for nearly a month already and treatment was tolling.

Sophie’s gorgeous raven locks had fallen out and she was permanently with a beanie on her head to keep her warm - she was paler and more tired with the chemotherapy but she was a warrior.

A nurse knocks on their door, speaking quietly, “You had some visitors. May I let them in?”

Heather glances at her husband with confusion, she wasn’t expecting anyone and she didn’t think her husband was either - their family was set to visit tomorrow.

“Sure?” Heather responds with a furrowed brow, assuming that it was a family member that wanted to pop in.

And she was utterly shocked when the man that appears is none other than her boss, fucking Harry Styles, and she can tell her husband is taken aback because even though he’s never met him - the man is plastered over the Forbes and Business Today covers religiously.

As if she couldn’t be more taken aback, a gorgeous woman is stepping into the room behind him - Heather knew this must be his wife but she wasn’t anything like she’d imagined previously.

She was drop dead gorgeous, of course, but in a natural way where you could tell she barely had put any makeup on and that her body was natural.

Harry was dressed in one of his typical tailored suits, he must have just got off of work, and YN was dressed casually with no loud name brand logos or that Hermès notion she’d conjured up.

Heather's focus then shifts because Harry has a toddler propped on his hip who looks nothing like her father with fiery red curls and freckles spattered across her cheeks.

YN had a baby sling across her chest with a curious little baby peeking over the fabric with a pacifier tucked tightly between their full lips.

Beside Harry, grasping tightly onto his ring hand was a curly brunette who couldn’t be anyone else’s but Harry’s - she was a copy of her father as she nervously buried her face in his thigh.

“Mr-Mr. Styles,” Heather stutters in bewilderment, her husband as well as her standing up as royalty just strutted into the room.

“Harry,” He corrects softly, his eyes sad and sympathetic as he spots Sophie who’s sitting up with a teddy in her arms, “This is my wife, YN.”

YN steps forward to put out her hand and as she’s about to speak, the curly headed girl interrupts, “M’Vee, that’s Low, and that’s Noli.”

“Ivy, Willow, and Magnolia,” YN corrects, gently shaking her hand and Heather cannot help but ogle the massive diamond sitting on her finger.

“It’s ni-nice to meet you,” Heather gulps, relaxing only a bit when her husband's arm wraps around her waist tightly in support.

For a moment, she has the irrational fear that Harry came to her to fire her but she quickly rules that out as a possibility.

“We just came to visit,” Harry says in his low rasp, “We wanted to see how you guys were doing and our daughters wanted to meet Sophie and bring her some gifts.”

That’s only when Heather notices Ivy holding a gift bag as well as YN has one on her arm - beautiful shimmery gold packaging with tissue paper and extravagant bows.

Ivy has no hesitation, confident in her small strides just like her father as she makes her way to the hospital bed to place the bag there.

“I picked this out myself,” Ivy informs Sophie with a baby-toothed smile before squirming up to sit on the bed next to the girl.

“Ivy Elizabeth,” Harry murmurs just above a whisper, his empty hand having traveled to cup the back of his wife’s neck with an affectionate squeeze, “Use your manners, please.”

The deep irony of Harry telling someone else to use manners was not missed by the employee and she had to bite down a laugh but it was so sweet to see how bonded he was to his family.

“M’Ivy, can I sit next to you?” The girl asks despite already sitting next to Sophie who has a hesitant but excited smile on her face.

“Yes,” Sophie squeaks out, a bit taken aback by how forward her new friend was but not in a bad way - just different.

“Open it, I went with my mumma to pick it out,” Ivy informs her with an anticipatory smile as she shuffles the bag onto Sophie’s lap.

Sophie carefully takes out the wrapping tissue before pulling out the box - it was a new, popular toy that she’d seen on commercial from her hospital television but hadn’t asked her parents for because she knew they were stressed out.

“Wow, what do you say?” Heather prompts with a warm smile from where she’s standing, she had known Sophie had wanted that toy.

“Thank you,” Sophie replies with excitement nearly brimming over as with the energy she has starts to disassemble the packaging with Ivy’s help before the get right into playing.

All the adults watch the children play, Harry places his wobbly middle daughter on the linoleum so that she can toddle over to the other girls.

“I hope you don’t mind us stopping by,” YN addresses the family with a soft, unsure smile as she nods towards the girls, “We just wanted to show our support.”

Heather swallows harshly, holding back tears, “I…I am very appreciative. Sophie has been here for a while and hasn’t had any interaction with children around her age. It’s nice to see her smile.”

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” YN nearly whispers, eyes wet as she watches Ivy hand Sophie a doll.

Harry is silently watching, not saying anything but his demeanor isn’t intimidating or scary - for once he’s radiating calmness and reassurance as he squeezes his wife’s hip.

“She’s on the brighter side, things are looking good. The doctors are confident that the chemotherapy will do the trick,” Heather’s husband respond, holding his wife close to his side.

“That’s amazing,” YN smiles beautifully, rubbing Noli’s back through the sling but the infant is much more curious about Heather.

Heather thinks the baby looks like a perfect mixture of both of her parents, maybe with a bit of uniqueness.

It was interesting that the middle daughter looked absolutely nothing like either parents or her sister but to be fair, Sophie didn’t really resemble either of them.

YN notices Heather watching Magnolia, “Do you want to hold her?”

Heather unthinkingly glances at her boss, who doesn’t say anything except he moves to wriggle the baby out of the carrier. He pops the binkie out from her mouth and murmurs, “C’mon, chatty. Know you want to talk.”

“Dadadada, mumm,” She babbles instantly with a throaty baby giggle as Harry can’t help but let a little smile break his blank expression.

“Thatta girl, nearly talk as much as your mumma, hmm?” He teases, giving his wife a devious smirk when she pinches the meat of his hip.

Heather learns a lot that night about the family. She can’t get over how absolutely down to earth her other boss, technically speaking, was.

Harry wasn’t a completely different person outside of work but Heather could clearly see how much he adored his family and that he treated them much differently than employees.

It was obvious in how Willow ran to him when Ivy snatched a toy with fat tears dribbling down her cheeks and he tittered at her before bringing her back to play.

How Magnolia cooed like a baby bird at him as she lounged in Heather then YN’s arm, between cuddling into her mum to making sure her dad was still there every few minutes.

Ivy rubbing her eye and leaning on Harry as he talks to her husband, mumbling that she’s sleepy and if she can have a sleepover with Sophie because she’s having too much fun.

Then YN and Harry had to pull Ivy aside when she started to have a meltdown when she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to stay.

“That’s our cue to leave,” YN laughs as Harry hikes Ivy as she wraps her arms around his neck and whimpering unhappily.

Heather encourages them to come back whenever and exchanges numbers with YN before helping her situated Magnolia back into the sling and taking Willow’s hand in hers.

Harry pulls a folder from the gift bag they brought and hands it to Heather, “Thank you for the hardwork you’ve put in at the company. I approved your FMLA as we discussed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” Heather breathes out nervously accepting the folder and waving them out until the brood disappears from sight.

As soon as they’re alone, Josh wonders outloud, “I thought you already brought home that paperwork. You were approved for three months, right?”

Heather was just as confused, “That’s what I thought too?”

She opens the folder to see paperwork approved for a year of family leave, however, she knew logically she couldn’t afford to be out of work for a year and she doubted that it would be paid.

However, reading further, she slaps a hand over her mouth when she realizes it is fully paid with her benefits still in tacked.

As her hands shake, an envelope tucked behind the sheet of paper flutters to the ground - nondescript with nothing on it.

Curiously, Josh slides his finger under the paper, and rips it - his hands shaking as he realizes that he’s pulling out a check.

It’s not from Styles Marketing & Co, no, it’s from Harry and YN’s personal account with a sum of money that wasn’t a really number they could wrap their heads around.

Heather and Josh just hold each other as they whisper about how they’re not going to have any medical debt or take out loans to afford being off work.

Harry hadn’t just blessed them with money, he blessed them with precious time with their daughter without anxiety so they can be completely present for her.

🌻 A Year Later 🌸

Sophie and Ivy had developed a strong friendship. YN brought her daughters to visit the hospital at least twice a week and then to visit in home as she recovers from all her intense treatments.

Despite having been over the Styles house - well cross that, their estate and spending a lot of time together - she hasn’t had the chance to see Harry.

Heather had thanked YN profusely and requested she pass on the message which she agreed to do but assured her that it was not a big deal.

On the first day back to work, with a cancer free daughter back in school and thriving, she feels on top of the world.

At near noon, she manages to coerce his secretary into letting her pop into his office where he’s sat like the year prior with an intense gaze of his screen.

“Mr. Styles,” Heather is nervous, her heart is beating in her throat but she’s not scared - she actually feels confident.

“Yes? How can I help you?” He replies, just as terse and formal as ever but his green eyes meet her with no hostility.

“I just wanted to thank you, in person, for what you did for our family,” She says a bit breathlessly, a sincere smile on her face.

Though his expression doesn’t move an inch, she can tell he’s a bit uncomfortable - he nods his head at her but doesn’t say anything else.

She knew what was hiding under that rough exterior and so she didn’t feel slighted or ignored by his silent nod.

She’d already seen a crack in his armor.

All he says is, “Have a nice day.”

Heather returns the nod and turns on her heel, Harry Styles fooled a lot of people but not her anymore.

(It didn’t hurt that YN had accidentally let it slip that after their first visit to the hospital, Harry gathered all their daughters up and cuddle them in bed for hours straight, letting YN know his fears and how he couldn’t survive anything ever happen to them).

And that’s exactly what she’ll do, she’ll have a nice day.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Pittsburgh

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Ellie had saved up for nearly a year to buy an overpriced resale ticket to be in the cherry pit of the Harry Styles Concert.

She was a college student - barely able to afford food, let alone an expensive ticket to the concert at PPG Paints Arena.

But she managed, after extra long nights at the on-campus conievient store - she had saved up enough for said ticket.

She worked hard for the chance, so she brought a little blanket and camped out at the front of the arena like the rest of the fans.

Overall, she was outside for General Admission since four in the morning and by the time they were ushered into the arena - she was filled with anticipation and exhaustion.

But if was so so worth it.

She was at the barrier, grasping onto it like it was a figment of her imagination - she was here and he would be coming in a few hours.

It was overly crowded and the fans around her were becoming antsy and pushy as the show came closer to starting.

Ellie notices everyone looking back when Jenny comes on and she notices that everyone is starting at YN who had appeared behind the barricades to watch the show.

She was just…gorgeous. She waved and blew a few kisses to the fans but got distracted talking with Jeff and Tommy.

Fans enjoyed when she came out first because her outfit gave just the littlest hint of what Harry’s would look like.

Unfortunately, it didn’t give away much.

She looks stunning as always - in a sharp, crisp black suit with a very sexy, delicate bra underneath. ***

Ellie swears she could see her engagement and wedding band sparkling in the lighting from all the way over here.

After Jenny’s set is over, there is only a few minutes before Harry comes on.

When the lights dim, the intro music starts, and the bunnies begin the flashing on the screen - the fans in the pit push forward to get as close as possible.

Ellie isn’t sure how it happened but she manages to get pushed away from the barrier and to the back of the crowd.

All of her hardwork, waiting in line was ruined in an instant and then fans were holding up signs that blocked her whole view.

She can barely get glimpses of Harry and the fact that she has lost the spot at the barrier that she had wanted so fucking bad.

Maybe she’s being childish but she begins crying, she can’t believe her bad luck, and she just can’t seem to catch her breath.

Golden passes, then Carolina, then Adore You.

She doesn’t even enjoy them.

Ellie is confused when she feels a tap on her shoulder, it’s a massive security guard who states, “Mrs. Styles would like to see you.”

She looks at him perplexed, then past his shoulder, and believe it or not - YN is standing at the rail that separates her from the general population, she looks concerned.

It doesn’t feel real as she stumbles over, scrubbing her hand over her face to attempt to erase the tears before meeting her.

“Hi! Are you okay?” YN shouts over the loud music, leaning past the barrier a bit.

Ellie nods, trying to collect herself, “I’m just upset. I waited all morning for the front but I just got shoved out and…I can’t really see him and I saved up all my money for this.”

YN smiles softly at the girl, “I’m sorry that happened.”

Ellie expects that to be it but it’s not.

“Hey, will you take us over to the stage barricade?” YN asks that same security.

He furrows his brows, “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Mrs. Styles.”

“I think it would be,” She quips fiercely, no room to argue and she helps Ellie slip over the railing to stand next to her, “I’ll get you an even better seat.”

And Ellie is in shock as YN takes her hand, pulling her along until they’re at the small space between the stage and pit - where the security stands.

From here, well- she can see everything and it’s better than a front row seat.

Especially because the second Harry spots his wife, he prances over to them, and yells out, “Y’good?”

YN nods and gives him a thumbs up, then she’s dancing along with the crowd and encouraging Ellie to dance.

The opposite side of the pit would later go on to complain on social media that Harry spent no time on their side because he was too busy showing off for his wife.

It was completely true.

He was totally trying to show off to his wife despite her having seen him perform thousands of times over the past ten years.

Ellie is starry-eyed as she watches her idol perform but he is actually real which doesn’t seem right - he’s a living breathing person!

During a break between songs, Harry swings the microphone cord and saunters over to them with a wide smile.

“I see tha’ m’wife made a friend. S’show is supposed to be about me, darling!” Harry pouts toward his wife making the crowd laugh, “Wha’s your name?”

Ellie’s eyes widen when she realized he is talking to her.

“Ell-Ellie!” She shouts back over the scream.

“Hello Ellie, s’my wife annoying you yet? Thanks for takin’ her off my hands for a while. She’s a lot to handle, pain in me arse,” Harry jokes, eyes twinkling at YN.

Ellie felt like she could physically feel their connection.

She shakes her head and shouts back, “No! She’s really nice!”

Harry tsked and murmurs playfully into the mic, “Y’needa to tell me the secret! She’s right mean to me!”

He blows his wife a kiss and pops his bum at her before shimmying away for his next song.

Ellie is near hyperventilating, she just talked to Harry fucking Styles but feels like an idiot for doing it right next to his wife.

YN slings an arm around her shoulder and says, “You okay?”

She giggles and mumbles, “I’m sorry, I’m being so embarrassing.”

But YN is understanding, constantly smiling which makes her feel less like an immature little fan girl and replies, “Not embarrassing! I totally get it. He’s pretty okay.”

As the show wraps up, the security starts to motion for YN to follow them backstage and Ellie feels sad - she really liked YN and she didn’t want this experience to end.

“It was really really nice meeting you. I can’t thank you enough,” Ellie tells YN over Harry edging the crowd with Watermelon Sugar.

Holy shit, she was talking to the person the song was made about.

YN’s face twist in confusion, “Did you not want to come backstage and meet him?”

Um.

What the fuck did she just say?

That’s an option?

“Uh-meet Harr-Harry?” She stutters out, mouth nearly hanging open with surprise.

“Yeah! I thought you better get your money’s worth for such a shit experience!” YN replies, laughing as she begins to walk with security - Ellie trailing after them.

Did YN not realize that she had already gave Ellie one of the most - scratch that, the most amazing experience of her life?

When they get backstage, the crew is hustling about - Ellie spots Jeff, Tommy, Harry Lambert all chilling by the entrance.

“If you want to take a seat, he’ll be back here in a few minutes!” YN says nonchalantly, like she isn’t about to introduce her to Harry fucking Styles.

Ellie’s heart is pounding louder than the concert speakers, she can hear the blood rushing in her ears with excitement and anxiety at the same time.

And then Kiwi ends.

Before she can blink, Harry has burst through the curtains to the backstage - tugging out his in-ears and wiping off his sweaty forehead.

He doesn’t notice Ellie but she wouldn’t expect him to - not when his drop dead gorgeous wife is in the room (there was no competition with anyone else, she was just…stunning and it made sense why Harry was so attracted to her.)

And of course, Harry’s eyes find his wife before anything else - YN was currently sipping a water bottle by a mini fridge.

He strides over to her, snatches the bottle out of her hand, and jugs down the rest of it within mere seconds without asking.

“Rude,” YN chides with a giggle as Harry presses her further against the wall, “You did so fucking good tonight, bunny.”

Bunny?

“Trying to impress you,” He rasps, his voice hoarse from his performance - his hand dipping into her jacket to thumb at the lace of her bra.

“That much was obvious,” YN retorts dryly but fails poorly to keep her smile hidden - laughs like a school girl even more when Harry growls and blows a raspberry on her shoulder.

They were so fucking adorable.

Harry was looking at his wife with that teenager affection still - like she was just the best thing ever and he was obsessed.

It was absolutely the truth.

“Oh! I’m being rude,” YN interrupts their little moment, shoving him off and ignoring his comment of, “Always rude t’me.”

“Harry, this is Ellie,” YN grabs his hand and pulls him over to the couch, “She waited all morning for front row but other people pushed her out.”

It makes Ellie a little bit sad, Harry’s demeanor changes - he is still very kind and friendly but he goes into fan mode - much different than how he just was.

“Y’alright? Nice t’meet you, Ellie,” Harry says professionally, he reaches out his hand and shakes hers - she’s legitimately quivering.

“Ye-um, nice to meet you,” She manages out, the rockstar smiles patiently at her with years of experience with frazzled fans.

“I hope m’wife was able to make the show a bit better,” He adds and Jeff is already shoving a shirt, poster, and marker for him to sign stuff for her.

This was most likely the last thing he wanted to do after a show but he was being so welcoming to her - it almost made her guilty for coming back here.

“I did-didn’t mean to be a bother. I’m sorry,” Ellie apologizes profusely, standing up and grabbing her tote - thanking Harry as he hands her the signed merch.

“No worries, not a bother at all. M’glad you had a good time,” He doesn’t try to get her to stay and is obviously ready to leave but he gives her a warm, sweaty hug nonetheless.

“Thank you, both of you,” Ellie mumbles, she steps over to give YN a hug and there’s a moment of panic when Harry tenses up at the interaction - like he doesn’t want Ellie touching his wife but YN hugs her tightly back.

She notices Harry’s hand move protectively to his wife’s hip and pull her into his side subtly - it was obvious how in love he is with her.

And when security begins to guide her out, she can still hear them as they walk towards an opposite hallway.

Harry’s voice had changed back into one that the public didn’t hear as he asks his wife in a whining tone, “Will y’wash m’hair for me tonight, baby? M’sleepy.”

His wife teases him, “I’ll consider it.”

“S’not fair I washed y’hair and body for the last week straight!” He complains, Ellie looks over her shoulder to see Harry bringing their intertwined hands up to kiss the back of hers.

“I’ll wash your hair and body,” YN relents, acting like she was put out immensely by the request.

“Even m’bits?” Harry murmurs lowly - like a child saying something naughty.

YN barks out a laugh, “I swear you’re still fifteen sometimes but yes - full body.”

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Has anxious Ezra ever been told to go to his room or had to sit on the steps?

The Step

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Ezra had woken up the morning with a chip on his little four-year-old shoulder which rarely even happens - much more common with Cash or Easton.

They had to get up much earlier than usual because they were going to travel with Harry to a game across the coast via private jet.

He had popped in a few minutes earlier to rouse the grumbling little gremlin.

When Harry had walked into his room that morning for a second time, voice low and soothing, he murmurs, “G’mornin’, sweetheart. Did you sleep good?”

Their youngest son who was still laying in his bed, but freshly woken - pinches his brows and lisps out a harsh, “Want mama. Want t’sleep.”

Harry rarely ever has to scold or correct Ezra, Jesus, Briar was two and he had to tell her to cut it out and drop the attitude more than him.

“Mama is downstairs making breakfast, c’mon. We can go see her,” Harry keeps his tone soft, trailing over to sit on the side of his son’s bed.

“No! Mama now! I want mama now!” Ezra demands in a frustrated voice that Harry doesn’t hear usually unless he’s fighting with his siblings.

“Whoa, Ez,” Harry huffs out in surprise, “Why are you yellin’ at y’daddy? I told you mama is right downstairs, she’s cooking for you and your siblings. I know it’s early but we have to get going soon.”

Ezra whines loudly, scrambling out of his bed and starting to scamper down the upstairs hallway towards where the stairs.

Harry follows after him, a bit taken aback but has to raise his voice when he sees Ezra about to take the stairs too fast.

“Ezra Duke. Do not run on those stairs,” He uses his dad tone, worried that he could trip and fall - all the kids knew that rule.

His youngest pauses at his father’s loud timbre, eyes wide and surprised - not used to be on the receiving end of his father’s correction.

He goes slower, holding onto the railing but he says to his father, “Too loud, daddy. Be quiet.”

Harry hums thoughtfully, striding down the stairs and cutting Ezra off - so he can get to the landing first and look up at him.

“Wha’ has gotten into you, hm? Just ‘cause you’re sleepy doesn’t mean you can be unkind,” He asks his son, trying to taper down his smile at the absolute pout that crosses his small face.

Ezra doesn’t say anything, shaking his head defiantly.

“You do not tell daddy to be quiet when he’s trying to keep you safe,” Harry reminds him with a firm tone - he can hear all his other kids having fun in the kitchen, “Okay, Ezra?”

“No,” He rebukes, ducking under his father’s tattooed arm and scuttling into the kitchen to wrap himself around his mother’s leg.

“Hi, my little love,” YN greets, flipping a pancake and reaching down to smooth his out of control curls with her palm.

“Hold me,” He whimpers, tugging on her leggings impatiently.

“Not right now, I’m cooking, baby,” She tells him gently, “We can have a cuddle after breakfast.”

All the other kids are sat at the breakfast nook already - Briar in her high chair, drinking out of her sippy cup and the other two boys looking through a dinosaur book.

“Now mama,” Ezra screeches, he pulls back his tiny hand and smacks his mother on her thigh, too little to hurt but he knew instantly it was wrong.

Harry isn’t happy with him, striding over to their youngest son with a displeased look on his face - ignoring Cash whine, “Ez hit mama! That’s bad!”

“Ezra Duke. I know you didn’t just hit your mama,” YN stares down at him with her own mixture of surprise and disapproval at his actions.

“Sor-mama, sorr-“ He starts to sniffle and then he starts to cry - he rubs his hand against the spot he smacked as an apology.

Easton and Cash weren’t even looking at them, they were looking at their dad with wide eyes - waiting for his reaction.

All the children, even Briar, knew hurting someone was not right and would get them in trouble either on the step or in their room.

“I think he did just hit his mother,” Harry cuts in, low and authoritative, “And we never hit anyone. Especially not the person who takes care of you and loves you s’much.”

“Dad-“ Ezra tries to protest, wrapping himself back around his mother’s legs, digging his face into her warm skin.

As much as Harry hates to put Ezra on the step, for the first time, he has to treat all of his children equally when they’re in trouble.

“Step, now.”

“Daddy, plea-“

“On the step, now please,” Harry interrupts, aware of all his other children’s gaze on him,“You are at ten minutes right now, I will add more time if you don’t listen.”

Normally step time is their age but for things like hitting - they automatically get ten.

Ezra drags his small feet through the kitchen with his head down, not looking at anyone, and Harry follows after him as he plops his bum on the bottom stair.

“I’m going to set my timer for ten minutes,” He tells his son, tapping at his phone before putting it back in his hoodie pocket.

“No daddy! No! No!”

And then Harry stands patiently by his son, listens and watches as he tantrums for only a mere minute before calming back down and rubbing his eyes.

By the time the alarm goes off, Ezra’s eyes are drowsy and he let’s out a big yawn - doesn’t even go to get off the steps.

Harry sits next to him, pulling him into the cradle of his strong arms, “Why did y’go on the step?”

Ezra makes a low hurt sound before lisping out, “I smacked mama.”

“And why don’t we hit people?” His father prompts.

“Because it makes them sad and it hurts them,” Ezra says forlornly, nuzzling into his father’s chest.

“Right,” Harry agrees quietly, tugging him as close as possible, “We love you s’much, Ezzie. Everyone makes mistakes but we just has to be kind. Your still our perfect boy.”

Ezra sniffles and nods against him, allowing his body to relax and Harry can’t help but hold him for a long moment.

And when he goes to encourage his son to go get breakfast, he looks down to see his son asleep peacefully in his arms.

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ST. PAUL

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

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HSLOT WASHINGTON D.C.

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Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

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