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heartateasee · 16 days

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“Safe”

mafia!harry x you

(“Safe” Masterlist)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of a break-in and violence (talks of being bound, and a slap) & talks of death (inflicting death on others)

Plot: While Harry was out of town on business, your home was broken in to, leaving you with some injuries. When Harry comes home to see the state you’re in, he’s beside himself, and he steals you away to his lake house so you can be alone together.

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“Where is she?” You heard Harry’s voice from downstairs, and you immediately sat up a little more on the side of your bed. You clutched the mug of warm tea in your still trembling hands - a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“She’s upstairs in your bedroom, but Harry-”

You could hear that Harry’s right-hand man, Elias, was attempting to keep him from coming up the stairs right away, and that he wanted to explain things further, but Harry cut him off.

“Get out of my way, Elias. I need to see her.”

“I understand that, but I need you to listen to me for just a second before you do.”

You flinched as you felt a hand stroking your hair off your face, and you looked over to see the doctor, who Harry always had tending to you if you were sick, standing there. She must’ve come back from the bathroom already like she said, but you hadn’t heard her. You were too focused on your boyfriend’s voice.

“The swelling should go down in a couple of days,” you heard the doctor say, who’s name was completely escaping you right now. She tilted your head to the side a bit, and you watched as her eyebrows narrowed. “There’s already some bruising, but I don’t think it’ll get much worse, if at all.”

Closing your eyes tight, flashbacks of what happened just about an hour ago bled their way back to the forefront of your mind. The back of the hand that forced its way across your cheek. The forcefulness at which your hands were tied behind your back with zip ties.

Your throat was raw from your screaming, although your mouth was soon duck taped after they realized you weren’t going to stop - no matter what threats they had thrown your way.

The memory of Elias forcing his way into the room was burned into your brain, and once he had taken care of the men who had harmed you, and threatened you, you watched his face soften once he looked at you.

“Y/N,” he whispered, not wasting any more time as he rushed over to you. Turning you on your side from where you were laid on the floor, he got his knife out to rid you of the zip ties, and then he carefully pulled the duck tape from your mouth. “Where else did they hurt you?”

His eyes were focused on your cheek that you knew was already showing signs of violence, but you shook your head.

“Nowhere,” your voice rasped as you answered him. “It’s just my cheek.”

You were drawn out of the horrific flashbacks as you heard Harry’s voice booming downstairs - growing louder. “Where the fuck were my men?!”

“They killed them!” You heard Elias yell back, clearly sick of Harry’s attitude at the moment. “Listen to me…they got in. They killed all seven of the men you had standing guard, and we got lucky because I was coming to check on her like you asked me to. If I hadn’t…”

It was silent after that, and it wasn’t too long that you heard a deep sob. You closed your eyes again as your bottom lip started to wobble. There had only been a handful of times that you had seen Harry cry, and you hated when he did. You wanted nothing more than for Elias to let him upstairs to see you so you could hold him.

“Please just-” Harry choked out, pausing for a moment, and you could tell he was trying to get himself together. “Please just tell me that she’s okay.”

“She’s okay,” Elias’ voice was now soft as he responded. “She is hurt, but it could’ve been a lot worse. Her face, and her wrists. They’re bruised.”

More silence followed until you heard a large crashing, and you knew it was coming from the living room area. You jumped - almost spilling your tea at the sudden sound. Another loud crash caused you to flinch, remembering those same sounds happening just moments ago, but not at the hands of Harry.

“Fuck!” His voice echoed off the walls, and you set your tea down on your nightstand.

You needed to go to him. You needed to show him you were okay.

“Slowly,” the doctor whispered next to you as she started to help you off the bed once she could tell you were trying to stand.

The blanket dropped from your shoulders - leaving you in one of Harry’s large t-shirts, and some wool socks on your feet. When the doctor showed and asked if you wanted to change out of the dress you had been wearing when you got home, the one you had worn to work, you immediately grabbed Harry's things. You wanted to feel close to him.

Helping you carefully down the steps, the doctor remained by your side until you reached the foyer, and from there your movement had caught Elias’ attention. He held his hand out for you, which you took without question, and the doctor took that as her sign to go ahead and leave for the night. She had already told you earlier that she was only a phone call away if you needed anything else.

Elias led you into the living room, Harry’s back to you as he stood in front of the bar cart. You could see he was downing a glass of whisky, and he wasted no time in filling it right back up.

“Harry,” Elias said as the two of you stood in the middle of the room, and you watched as Harry shook his head.

“I don’t want to hear anyone else’s goddamn voice tonight unless it’s my-”

Harry stopped talking once he turned around and saw you standing there, and he froze. His eyes trailed down your body - looking for injuries, and they darkened once they got to your face.

“I’ll leave you two for the evening,” Elias said as he released your hand, but not before giving it a small squeeze. “I’m just a phone call away, if needed. That goes for the both of you.”

Tearing your eyes away from Harry, you looked to Elias and gave him a nod. “Thank you. For everything.”

Elias returned your nod, pulling you in quickly for a hug - pressing a kiss against the crown of your head. Once he released you, he exited the house.

Now it was just you and Harry inside, and you weren’t sure how many new guards he had standing outside.

You continued to stare at each other for a moment before Harry turned around to face the bar cart again, and you swallowed harshly.

You walked forward and gently placed your hand on his back - slowly lowering your head to rest your forehead between his shoulder blades.

“Harry,” you whispered, and you felt his body tense at the condition of your voice. “I’m okay. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Harry shook his head, placing his glass down as he clutched the sides of the cart. “If I had been here, or if I had just taken you with me, none of this would’ve happened. And you begged me to take you, but I didn’t listen.”

“I didn’t beg you to take me because I thought this was going to happen. I begged because I missed you, so please don’t put that on yourself,” you told him, but he was quickly moving away from you.

You dropped your hands by your side as you watched him, tears forming in your eyes.

Maybe this was it. Maybe this is the time he realized that your relationship isn’t worth all of this. That you’re not worth all of this.

“Alright,” you said, mostly talking out loud to yourself as you nodded. “I’m going to go pack a bag.”

You didn’t even make it to the staircase before you felt Harry’s hands cupping the outsides of your arms, and he carefully turned you around. “Y/N,” you looked up to see tears of his own in his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Slowly, he lifted his hand to brush the back of his fingers against your tender cheek - not enough pressure applied to have it hurt you. He then grazed his thumb over the split in the corner of your mouth before looking down to your wrists.

He lifted them in his large hands, and brought each one to his mouth - pressing kisses against your bruises.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he shut his eyes tight, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

Shaking your head, you went to pull your wrists away to cup Harry’s face in your hands, but you didn’t have the chance to as he fell to his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he buried his face into your stomach. “I promise you that this will never happen again.”

Streams of tears now flooded down your cheeks as you ran your fingers through Harry’s hair, feeling him sob against your torso. You then wrapped your forearms around his neck, and cradled his head in your hands as you leaned down to rest your cheek against the top of it.

“I know, Harry,” you spoke softly to try and keep him as calm as possible, sniffing as you tried to force your tears back. “But it’s okay. I’m safe, and now you’re here. You’re home with me, and that’s all that matters.”

You hadn’t noticed the state of the house until you quickly flicked your eyes around the living room, and you knew these damages weren’t just from Harry when he got home. They had destroyed your home in the process of trying to destroy you. Trying to destroy him.

Harry looked up at you, and you sent him a gentle smile as you pushed stray curls off of his forehead. “How about we go to the lake house?” He asked, licking over his bottom lip. “I don’t want to stay here tonight, and I’m sure you don’t either. I’ll have someone come in and clean this all up so that when we come back, it’ll be like nothing ever happened. How does that sound, my love?”

You nodded at him, and you held his forearms as he picked himself up off the ground. “I would like that very much.”

Harry took your hand in his as he guided the both of you back up the stairs, and he was quick to pull a large suitcase out of the closet for the two of you to share. “Pack however much you want. We’ll stay however long you want to.”

Moving around the room, you packed several pairs of pajamas, a couple of bikinis and some light sundresses. You packed two pairs of sandals and your slippers, and then you smiled over at him as he packed his own things.

Neither of you bothered with toiletries, knowing you had everything you needed in that aspect already at the lake house.

It was late, and it was going to be at least a two hour drive to get there, but Harry didn’t care. He wanted to get you away from all this for however long you needed.

He’d have men cover for him while away, Elias being the main one. He trusted him, even now more than ever after what he did for you. Harry knew that he could handle taking over for a few days, or even weeks.

Pulling his phone out, Harry made a phone call to have a couple of security guys follow you on the way to the lake house, and they’d remain there during your time together to keep watch over everything.

“Ready, honey?” You asked him once he was off the phone, trailing your fingertips over the back of one of his hands before taking it between both of your own.

“Ready.”

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You and Harry had been at the lake house for four days now, and you were feeling much better about everything. Your wrists were fully healed, and the bruising on your cheek was starting to fade completely.

Harry was still acting a bit distant, but not physically, at least. He held you close at night, and was right by your side around the house, but emotionally, he had changed. You knew he was still blaming himself for what happened back at home - no matter how many times you told him that he shouldn’t.

So today, as you stood in the kitchen, cleaning up your dishes from lunch, your eyes were set on Harry through the window above the sink as he stood on the back porch. He was on a phone call, one of the many he’s taken while being here, and you knew he was probably speaking with Elias.

You finished up the dishes, and you pulled the sliding door open to join him - your bare feet meeting the warm wooden porch. You weren’t sure if Harry heard you coming out as he continued his conversation without hesitance.

“Elias, I’m telling you right now,” Harry’s voice was low, and firm as he spoke. “I don’t give a fuck how many men we have to send. We’ve found him, and I want him, and anyone else involved in the terror they put my girl through, dead. Is that clear enough for you?”

You halted your footsteps upon hearing his demand, and you took a minute to truly process what you heard. You knew what Harry did. He tried to keep most of it a secret from you for a while, but one of your biggest fights ever was you threatening to leave if he wasn’t completely honest with you.

That occurred about six months into your relationship, and he came clean about everything - laid it all out on the table. He made it clear when he did that if you wanted to still leave now that you knew who he truly was, he wouldn’t stop you. But you didn’t.

You loved each other, and you were sure he was the love of your life.

But now, even two years after that conversation occurred, it still shocked you sometimes to hear him asking for the death of others.

“Great, thank you,” Harry said into the phone, and even though that tone was sarcastic, it soon shifted as he spoke his next words. “And I know I haven’t told you yet, but I’m really grateful that you were able to be there for her that night. Although I wish it had been me to get to her first, if it had to be anyone else, I’m glad it was you.”

Your heart fluttered as you listened in. Harry wasn’t a man to show emotion often, even with you, but every now and then you managed to get that hard exterior of his to crack. But the fact that he was displaying his emotions to someone else, it made you happy - even if the circumstances were grim.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s not get too sappy, alright?” Harry responded playfully to whatever Elias said, and it caused you to smile. “Stay safe, and we’ll talk soon.”

As Harry ended the call, he let out a hefty sigh before turning around - pausing as he saw you.

“Hi,” he cleared his throat, slipping his phone into his pocket. “How much of that did you hear?”

“A good amount,” you shrugged, not wanting to lie to him. “So you found him?”

Harry nodded as he walked forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes lingered on your cheek, just as they had several moments a day throughout your time here, before he met your eyes.

“We did. And we’ll be taking care of it.”

A chill ran through your spine at his words, and as much as you knew that hearing them should scare you - you weren’t scared at all. Not around Harry. Never around Harry.

“Okay,” you lifted your hands to rest on his chest. You stroked your thumbs against his skin through the material of the t-shirt he had on. He had been dressing casual since you had been here, something you weren’t used to, but you loved it. “Do you want to go for a swim? We haven’t gone yet.”

You could see the contemplation in Harry’s eyes, and just when you thought he was about to deny you, a smile pushed onto his lips. “A swim sounds nice. Did you pack your pink bikini? The one with the white hearts.”

Your stomach swirled, and you giggled. “I did. I’m guessing you’d like for me to wear that one?”

“Only if you want to, Y/N, but I do particularly love that one.”

“Then I’ll wear it,” you pressed onto your tiptoes to let your lips gently brush over his. “Just for you.”

Pulling away, you left him stunned on the porch, and you smirked to yourself as you entered the bedroom of the house. Just that small interaction had you feeling like things were getting back to normal for the two of you.

You grabbed the much wanted bathing suit from the suitcase before slipping into the en-suite to change. After a moment, you heard Harry rummaging around in the bedroom, and you knew he was changing into his swim trunks. Once you had the bottoms on, and the top around your neck, you exited the en-suite and turned around once you were next to him.

“Can you tie this for me, please?” You asked sweetly, moving all of your hair over your shoulder to give him proper access.

Harry’s fingertips skated up your back before you felt him tying a secure knot against your spine. Once he was finished, he leaned down to press a kiss against your bare shoulder. “So pretty, and soft. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“Yours,” you whispered as you turned around - wrapping your arms around his neck. “Always all yours, and only yours.”

After separating and gathering the rest of the supplies needed for your time down at the lake, you and Harry started down the pathway that started right off the back porch. Sunglasses were perched on both of your noses, and your fingers were interlocked as your feet crunched against the rocks.

It wasn’t too hot today, but it was hot enough where the water would be a relief, and you wouldn’t get too cold once you got out.

Once you made it down to the edge of the lake, you and Harry spread your towels out over the rocks, and you pulled a t-shirt of his that you used as a cover-up over your head. You tossed it down onto your towel along with your sunglasses before looking over to Harry.

“I’ll race you,” you winked, and you watched his eyebrows raise from behind his sunglasses.

He was quick to remove his own eyewear, and shirt as well, before the two of you turned to face the lake.

“On three,” you stated with a nod. “One, two-”

Before you even said three, you jetted off towards the water, and you heard Harry’s voice calling from behind you.

“You cheater!” He exclaimed as you ran through the shallow part of the lake, looking over your shoulder to see him closing in on you quickly. “Oh, you’re in for it, love.”

You squealed as you tried to tread through the water faster, but it was no use, and you soon felt his muscular, and inked, arms capturing your waist. Giggles flooded from your lungs as he lifted you out of the water, and he moved one arm down to carry your bridal style as he went out further.

Soon you found yourselves in the deepest part of the lake, and you skillfully shifted yourself around to where your legs were around his torso - one of your hands on his shoulder while the other ran through the back of his curls.

The sun was gleaming against his emerald eyes so perfectly, and you could already see freckles on his shoulders that were usually hidden coming to life just from the small amount of rays kissing his skin. He was perfect. He was your everything, and you knew you could never be without him.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?” Harry asked, and you nodded.

“I do, and I love you all the same,” you leaned down to place a delicate kiss against his lips, but as you pulled away, you felt Harry’s hand against the back of your neck to keep you close to his face - your foreheads almost touching.

“I’m never going to let anyone touch you again, do you understand? Never again,” his gaze was hard as he stared at you, but it’s because he wanted you to know that he was serious. “You’re always going to be safe with me, and I promise you that.”

“I know, honey,” you nodded, moving your hand from his shoulder to grip to the back of his neck as well, and you inched your head forward so your foreheads were now touching, but you kept holding his eyes.

“You’ll keep me safe. Forever.”

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Just a little blurb for you all on this Sunday evening. Let me know if you guys would be interested in seeing more of these two! I fear I’m attached to them already 🤭

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gurugirl · 8 months

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unabashegirl · 5 months

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Vicious (masterlist)

Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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cupidsdolll · 1 month

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a bittersweet mafiarry multipart.

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hsgucci94 · 9 months

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Heartbroken

Summary: Harry doesn’t want his lifestyle to affect Y/N so he only has one card left under his sleeve, and it involves breaking up.

Part 3 of His weakness, a mafia!harry short story.

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Part 1 | Part 2

by no means I’m trying to romanticise this lifestyle, it’s pure fiction x

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“You better not be trying to get rid of me right now,” Y/N joked, but when she didn’t get the response she was looking for out of him, she frowned, moving her hands away from his face and using them to hug her torso instead. As if she could protect herself from whatever was coming next.

His countenance stayed as stern as it was when speaking his last two sentences, and she was starting to think he actually meant them.

“Harry-"

"Tell me you haven't thought about how different your life would be if I wasn’t in it," he cut her off. "Tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind to leave me behind and get away from all this shit, from all my shit," he moved one of his hands up to her cheek and caressed it slowly. "Tell me, baby, I won't get angry at you. I could never. You had a lot of free time to think while recovering, I bet you thought about us, and how I won't get you nowhere good."

She stressed her frown, taking in everything he had just said to her. Why would she have thought about any of that? Wasn’t he listening when she told him a moment ago how grateful she was for everything he had done for her these past weeks?

“Are you breaking up with me?” Her voice cracked, “‘S that why you’ve been so good to me? To soften the blow?”

“No,” he hastened to add, “None of that, sweetheart.” He let out a sigh and and closed his eyes afterwards.

“I don't get it then,” she harshly replied, pissed at him, herself and the goddamned conversation they were having out of nowhere, “One minute you tell me you can't live without me and the next you’re encouraging me to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to leave me. But I don’t want you to stay if you’re not sure either.”

“Sure about what, Harry?” She was exasperated.

“Sure about us, baby,” he spoke in a soft tone still.

“I am sure, are you? Because I get the feeling it’s you who doesn’t want me around anymore.”

“Y/N…”

“No, Harry.” She gulped, inhaling through her nose a few times before getting up from his lap and turning her back to him, too overwhelmed, “I’ll go sleep in the guest room. Good night.” Her voice muffled.

The moment Y/N closed the door behind her, Harry put his hands on his head, pulling at his hair in frustration.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, infuriated with himself for being like that, so dumb and insecure when it came to her.

All his brilliant qualities, those that turned him into a witty and elusive criminal, numbed whenever she was involved.

He would have put up a fight for her to sleep next to him regardless of his stupidity hadn’t he known her well enough to understand she needed some time on her own after he practically doubted the love she had for him.

He knew her feelings were genuine, as sincere as his were for her, but that was the main issue: he was scared. He didn’t know how to move forward from there. He had never before been in a relationship as serious as that one; he had never cared for anyone as much as he did for her, but he knew that no matter how good she was for him, he would only end up burying her up in his misery one way or another. The night Y/N was attacked kept on playing on his mind whenever it got the chance, making him shudder in fear just by thinking how much worse it all could have turned out.

Instead of some pretty bad looking wounds and a couple of broken ribs, it could have been her death body laid on the dark pavement for him to find it the following day.

That illusion alone gave him chills.

Everyone knew the six-feet tall and dark-haired British man didn’t fear anything, except losing her for good. She now had the chance to get away from him and move on, he was leading her the way out of all his bullshit. As much as it would pain Harry to let her go, a part of him wanted her to leave him and don’t look back. The other, however, was just too selfish to let any other man have such a diamond in the rough. Because that was what she had become. His most precious relic.

So he was conflicted with himself wether it was best to keep her or let her go.

Some time later he walked to the bathroom, where he picked up on his previous activity and brushed his teeth. Then he stripped off his clothes and walked to the bed. He tossed the duvet open and slid on his side, sighing heavily when he felt the cold and emptiness of a solitary body surrounding him. The bed that had always been cozy and warm enough for him, now felt harsh and uncomfortable without her body pressed to his.

He switched off the lights of the room and only kept on the lamp on his nightstand, which set the room in a much night-like scene. But even though he was supposed to close his eyes and get some sleep, his mind wouldn’t give him a rest. He could only think about her, about how hurt she felt when he spoke, and only prayed she hadn’t started crying as soon as she left his sight. The simple thought of her tears running down her flushed cheeks broke his heart.

He clenched his jaw, cursing himself.

His eyes wandered around the bedroom, and soon ended up on what had now became her nightstand. That piece of furniture had no special use before she came into his life. Now it was the drawer she used the most. It was where she kept all her valuables, such as her wallet or glasses cases, anything she couldn’t afford to buy a second time until it got broken or unusable. She also liked to keep there her current read and the medication she was taking for her treatment.

Her medication.

As soon as realisation hit him, Harry got up and walked to his bathroom, where he filled a glass of water and went back to the room. He opened the drawer and took out the small plastic container with the remaining pills in it before heading to where she was sleeping.

Even though Y/N liked to roll her eyes at him and tease him about how he never listened to her whenever he forgot some minor details about something she had previously mentioned, he did. He did listen to her. He might not always remember what she said, but he always tried to pay attention. So even if Y/N had told him a couple of hours before that she was feeling much better and didn’t need to take her medication as often, he didn’t want her to wake up in the middle of the night in pain and not have it near.

Being as cautious as possible, he entered the room where she was peacefully resting. Her features were relaxed and her lips slightly parted, and he couldn’t help but smile at such beautiful view.

He crossed the room in silence and left her pills on the nightstand next to her, before turning around to leave. He would have swore he had been absolutely discreet, but his sneaky steps and calculated movements were not enough to ovoid waking her up.

Y/N’s eyes opened and widened as soon as she noticed a big dark shadow moving around in the room. She was way too sleepy to distinguish who it was, so her first instinct was to scream.

Someone had entered the house and was there to hurt her once again.

She quickly got out of the bed, ready to grab the doorknob and run for her life, but two strong arms grabbed her.

“Shh, baby. Shh, it’s me, it’s just me. I’m here, I’m right here,” Harry spoke in a rush, pulling her to his chest. Her screams faded the moment she felt his skin against her, his arms wrapping around her back, securing her. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Y/N’s hands gripped his biceps anxiously, inhaling and exhaling a few times trying to get her breathing back to normal. “Shit,” she mumbled, her heart still beating hard against her chest while it echoed through her ears, “Shit, Harry.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said again, soothing her with small strokes on her back.

He pitched his lips in a thin line afterwards, processing what got her so terrified so suddenly. No one, and he meant no one, would get the chance to touch her after that night. He could promise her that, and wouldn’t get tired of assuring her so over and over again. He knew she was still scared of people showing up out of the blue to attack her, but he made her a promise to keep her safe above anything, and he was a man of his word. “I increased surveillance on this house and I have eyes on you at all times. You know that, right?” His words were stern, but his tone warm and calming.

“I know,” she mumbled, closing her eyes shut as if by doing so she could forget the fear she had previously experienced when, for a moment, she really thought they came back to hurt her.

She knew such thoughts were just her mind playing tricks on her because Harry had already got rid of those who assaulted her. She found about it when she mistakenly read one of his text messages a few weeks back. But still, she knew there were tons of bad guys out there ready to get a grip on her just to try get to him.

He was a mafia leader, after all.

It was inevitable.

“Y/N, look at me,” Harry caught her attention a few seconds later. She didn’t break her hold on him nor signalled she had heard him. “I need you to look at me.”

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The debt

Summary: “Y/N’s brother owes Harry money. However, he is unable to pay the debt. So Harry decides to strike a deal that involves Y/N”

Tags: Dom!Mafia/Gang Harry x Innocent/Virgin Y/N

Note: Everything mentioned in this writing is consensual. Harry and Y/N both are 18+

Also, this writing has not been proofread so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes!

W.C: 1442

Y/N was in her pyjama set when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't really expecting anyone at 2pm on a sunday afternoon. She had just turned 18 last month and decided to move into her brother's flat. The best part was that the rent wasn't really high, she got her own, private room and also soon realised that her brother was rarely ever at home (god knows what kind of activities he is involved in). She had just completed her long college assignment and was planning on napping for a while. She made her way to the door to see who it was. She opened the door slightly, just enough to poke her head out to see who it was. The tall man with a chiselled face, toned body and long, brown locks reaching his shoulders, she gasped when he harshly pushed the door completely open.

“Hi, umm are you looking for someone?” Y/N squealed. “Ahh, didn't know he had just an innocent little pretty sister” the man murmured. “Where's your brother?” he asked in his deep voice. “How can his voice be so deep and rough and still be as smooth as honey?” She thought to herself. “Umm.. I am not sure he hasnt come home in two days” she replied. “Oh, is it? I want you to call him right fucking now and tell him to come home” he cocked slyly. She casually bent down to pick up her phone that was lying on the sofa, without realising how her short shorts hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass. He could feel his cock stir in his pants. There was something about her innocence that turned him on. She called her brother's number and asked him to come home. “He is coming home in 10 mins,” she answered shyly, unintentionally biting her lip (she did that when she was nervous). That lip bite made him go furreal, he wanted to bite that lip. Push her down and take her right on that sofa. Ruin her. Destroy her. Fuck her.

After 10 mins, y/b/n entered the house, not expecting to see Harry there. “H-hey, Harry. How are you? W-what are y-you doing here?” he asked with a blank expression. His face looked like he just saw a ghost. “Harry… what a sexy name” Y/N she thought to herself. “You motherfucker, cut the bullshit, you know exactly why I am here. To collect my money. It has been 6 months for fucks sake. I want my bloody money right fucking now or I will hesitate to show you who is in power here.” he roared with dominance. He slightly lifted his suit to show the gun that rested on his hip.

“H-harry you know how things have been for me, I don't have a penny to give you right now. I-I promise, I will pay you by the end of this month. Please,believe me.” “Over my dead fucking body will I give you more time. You've been saying the same thing to me for the past 4 months. Do you think I am stupid? Have you forgotten who I am? Do i need to remind you about who youre fucking talking to? I am the fucking drug kingpin of London, it wont take me a minute to kill you and throw your body in a place where no one will ever find it.” he smirked knowing the effect his loud and dominating voice has on people.

Y/N was terrified to say the least. “Why does her brother owe money to the fucking drug mafia leader? Will he actually kill my brother? No, I have to save him!” she thought to herself. She mustered up her strength and said, “N-no, please don't kill him. P-please.”

“Oh baby girl, I'm afraid I might have to if he doesn't pay up.” the mafia leader uttered.

“Y/N, go to your room. I can handle this myself, I don't want you to get involved,” y/b/n said.

“You know what I have a deal for you. I will forgive the loan. On one condition. You have to let me fuck your sweet little, innocent sister” harry said. “W-what. N-no. that's my sister dude” y/b/n said. “Im not your fucking dude. You have two options and they are in front of you.” Harry said while roughly squeezing y/b/n cheeks and jaws.

Y/N couldn't believe her ears and eyes at the moment. “He wanted to fuck me? I am a virgin. Do I really want to lose my virginity to this man? I mean no doubt he is fucking hotter than the devil but he was in the mafia for fucks sake.” These thoughts were spiralling in her brain.

“O-ok, I-I am ready. If that's what it takes to save my brother's life. I am ready” Y/N retorted.

“Y/N you don't have to do this. There are other ways” y/b/n said. “I don't think you have much of a choice right now anyways. I will be taking her to my mansion and she will be safely dropped back home once I'm done with her,” he smirked, winking at me. “I will go change and then we can leave” Y/N said as she walked her way to her room.

Y/N changed into my favourite white, bow dress pairing it up with stockings and boots. If im doing this might as well do it properly. Y/N looked in the mirror one last time before leaving my room and going towards Harry. “Ooh you've already got me so hard baby. You have no idea what you're in for. I hope you don't like this dress and stockings because they are going to be torn apart” he whispered in her ear. He held her arm and they left the flat.

They drove up to his humongous mansion. He took her to his bedroom. He swung the door open and pushed her on his bed. “I will make sure to pleasure you so much that there will be fat tears streaming down your eyes,” he said. He pushed Y/N on his bed and took both her legs in his left hand and with his right hand he tore open the flimsy stockings. “Spread your legs fo’ me” he commanded. As she spread her legs, he started licking long strips up her slit. “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he moaned and kept fucking her with his tongue while his fingers rub on her clit. “On your knees and hands, NOW!” he demanded. Y/N quickly was on all fours. “I will make sure this pussy remembers who fucked it so good. It was made fo’ me” He poked his tip on her entrance and slowly entered her weeping hole, inch by inch. “Please, do something it hurts” Y/N cried out. “Oh, yeah, then you're gonna live what I'm about to do next.” He pulled out completely. “Why did you pull-ohh,” Y/N moaned and he thrusted his 9-inch cock all at once. He started relentlessly pistoning his cock right in her virgin hole. He kept fucking her doggy-style.

He held you by your stomach and turned you on your back. His cock re-entered her pussy. “I love seeing your face when I enter you. You’re perfect. It's like you were made for me” he said as he kept thrusting in you. “Bloody hell, you have the perfect, perky tits” he said as he took your left nipple in his mouth and kept sucking on it like his life depended on it. He took your other nipple in his fingers and kept pinching and fondling them. “Im gonna cum, oh god” she said as his movements became faster, wanting her to cum first. He saw her eyes roll at the back of her head as her fingers grasp the expensive, velvet sheets and a moan erupts from the depth of her throat as she feels the euphoric high. After she rides her high, Harry cums deep inside her, coating her insides white with his milky cum. He has never cum this much. He slowly pulls out and falls on top of her, his head hidden in the crook of her neck.

His thick cum oozing out of her glistening pussy. He feels himself harden again at the site of his cum flowing out her pussy.

“Are we done?” Y/N asks shyly. “Oh baby, this is just the start of the night, you have no idea of what you're in for” he says as he slowly enters her pussy once again.

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Knife Edge: a sneak peak

A/N: Apologies for my absence I’ve genuinely been super busy due to being on holiday and also not wanted to feeling forced into writing and enjoying the process. I have been writing bits and bobs and as a I edit them i hopefully can start producing them quickly. Here is a sneak peak of a story I’ve been writing called knife edge and I really wanna hear your feedback and see whether you guys would be interested in seeing more ❤️💕

Context: Mafia!Harry x Mafia!reader, (I’m planning this to be a smutty smutty series), enemies to lovers.

Despite the darkness and foreboding ambiance, there is an undeniable sense of power and influence that emanates from this clandestine gathering. The Moretti family, known for their ruthlessness and strategic maneuvering, preside over this nexus of illicit exchanges, ensuring their grip on power remains unchallenged.

Mateo Moretti, his eyes ablaze with determination and authority, stood tall in the dimly lit alleyway. His gaze locked onto Sir Antonio Fawcault, a formidable enemy whose presence exuded a sinister aura. As tension thickened the air, Mateo's voice cut through the silence.

"Is the plan in place?" he demanded, his voice laced with a steely resolve.

A chilling smile crept across Sir Antonio's face, accompanied by the distinct click of a handgun, a subtle display of his own power. He leaned in, his eyes gleaming with malice, and replied in a sinister tone, his Italian heritage evident in his slight accent.

"Why, are you desperate?" Sir Antonio taunted, relishing in the opportunity to provoke his adversaries.

Otto, the eldest among the Moretti children, bristled at the insult hurled at his father. His hand instinctively reached for his own signature handgun, his resolve matching that of his father's. Otto stepped forward, his voice firm and unwavering.

"Believe me, there are many more ways of carrying out business," he warned, his voice dripping with an underlying threat. "I will not let you speak down to my father as such."

The alleyway seemed to hold its breath as the standoff intensified, the clash of two powerful families poised to collide. The darkness amplified the gravity of the moment, shadows dancing along the walls as the tension reached its zenith.

"Otto, Tranquillo, questi uomini sono armati," his father's voice boomed, his words flowing effortlessly in Italian. He deliberately chose to reveal their vulnerability, aware that Antonio not only understood the meaning but hoped it would serve as a stark reminder of the desperation that lingered, driving them to protect their family at any cost.

Otto, his hand still clutching his weapon, took a deep breath, his features a mask of controlled fury. The revelation of their adversaries' armament only fueled his determination, strengthening the resolve that coursed through his veins.

With a measured nod, Otto signaled to his siblings and loyal associates, urging them to maintain composure in the face of imminent danger. The Moretti family understood that their survival depended on their ability to navigate this treacherous landscape, outsmart their enemies, and protect their legacy.

Antonio's smirk widened, his satisfaction evident as he observed the Moretti family's united front. He relished in the knowledge that he had maneuvered them into a vulnerable position, where his influence held them firmly in his grasp. With calculated confidence, he motioned for his trusted associate, Alessandjo, to step forward and engage in the discussion with the Moretti family.

Alessandjo, a seasoned figure in Antonio's ranks, approached the Morettis with an air of authority. He delved into the intricate details of their arrangement, discussing terms and conditions with a shrewdness that matched his reputation. While Alessandjo handled the negotiations, Antonio indulged in a moment of respite, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a cigarette.

As the tip of the cigarette ignited, releasing tendrils of smoke into the air, another loyal right-hand man, Kennigale, came forward, lighter in hand. Antonio extended the cigarette towards Kennigale, silently accepting the act of assistance, their camaraderie evident in this simple gesture.

In the midst of this exchange, Antonio's eyes gleamed with a mix of cunning and anticipation. He knew that this moment held immense significance, as he subtly reveled in the control he exerted over the Moretti family. Every action, every word exchanged, served to tighten his grip on their fate.

As Alessandjo laid out the terms of the agreement, his voice carried an air of entitlement, confident in the power he wielded on behalf of the Fawcault family. The proposal was clear: the Fawcaults would relinquish 50% of their protection, weapons, and ammunition, placing them in the hands of the Morettis. In return, they would receive 20% of the Moretti's dominion in Western Europe, encompassing countries like the United Kingdom, France, and Germany.

Alessandjo extended a pen towards Mateo, the weight of the decision resting upon his shoulders. The gravity of the arrangement hung in the air, threatening to alter the course of both families' fortunes. Mateo contemplated the implications, his mind racing with strategic calculations, and the ultimate sacrifice he may have to make.

However, before Mateo could affix his signature, Antonio interjected, disrupting the momentum of the negotiation. His gaze shifted to the unspoken word, an underlying concern that simmered beneath the surface.

"Before you sign," Antonio interjected, his tone laced with an intensity that demanded attention, "I must ask - is she well?"

The room fell into a momentary silence, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Otto, displaying caution and restraint, responded succinctly, keeping his answers minimal.

"She is," Otto replied, his voice laced with a guarded tone.

Antonio's laughter echoed through the alleyway, a dark and twisted sound that filled the space with an unsettling aura. His amusement turned to anger as he realized the extent of Otto's reluctance to share information about his younger and only sister.

Y/N Moretti, one of the four siblings of the Moretti family, found herself grappling with the challenges of being the only sister amidst her brothers—Otto, Angelo, and Romeo. The age differences further complicated the dynamics, with Otto being ten years older, Angelo seven years older, and Romeo three years older than Y/N. Despite her best efforts to assert her equality within the family, Y/N faced the dual barriers of both her gender and age, which affected the way she was perceived and treated. This arranged marriage was a exact example of it.

"Well, that is not much to go on, especially if she is to be my future daughter-in-law!" Antonio sneered, his voice dripping with malice. He felt a surge of frustration that his potential business partner would be so tight-lipped about such an important matter.

Otto, still holding tightly onto the gun, remained composed in the face of Antonio's wrath. He understood the importance of protecting his family, especially his sister, from the clutches of a dangerous alliance. However, he also knew the weight of the situation and the compromises that may be demanded of him.

"She is, as well as she could be for a 14-year-old, sir," Otto replied, his voice steady but tinged with a mix of concern and indignation. He could not help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing that this arrangement was not what his sister would have desired for her future.

Antonio's focus shifted abruptly to a more sinister question, causing a chill to run down Otto's spine. The conversation took an unsettling turn as Antonio delved into the personal realm.

"Is she fertile?" Antonio inquired, his tone cold and calculating.

Shock and disbelief swept across Otto's face. He couldn't believe the audacity of the question. He quickly composed himself, a mix of anger and protectiveness welling within him.

"She is fourteen!" Otto retorted, his voice filled with incredulity. The notion of discussing fertility in relation to a young girl seemed abhorrent to him.

Antonio's relentless pursuit of power became evident as he dismissed Otto's response. His gaze bore into Otto's, a stark reminder that nothing was sacred in the face of their business dealings.

"Yes, but I need to know if there will be children in this arrangement," Antonio insisted, his tone unwavering. "You may sign on the dotted line, but nothing will secure this arrangement like a child."

The weight of the decision hung heavily in the air, the clash of personal values and strategic maneuvering colliding within the dark alleyway. The Moretti family stood at a crossroads, torn between their loyalties and the sacrifices demanded in their quest for power and survival.

Mateo's anger simmered beneath the surface as he pushed back against the relentless interrogation brought upon him and his son. The scrutiny of Antonio's questioning was beginning to wear thin on him.

"And what of your heir, Antonio? Is he able to protect her?" Mateo retorted, his voice laced with frustration. He sought to shift the focus of the conversation, aiming to remind Antonio that his own family had their own strengths and capabilities.

Antonio's smile grew wider, his pride evident as he finally had the opportunity to speak of his cherished son. The mention of Harold, the heir to his mafia fortune, brought a glimmer of genuine enthusiasm to his eyes.

"My son, Harold, will make an excellent husband," Antonio declared, his voice resonating with paternal pride. He emphasized Harold's virtues, highlighting his sense of honor, his position as the designated successor to Antonio's criminal empire, and his exceptional marksmanship skills. The image painted was one of a formidable individual, embodying the traits desired in a protector and partner.

Harold Fawcault, the eldest son among Antonio's heirs, was destined to inherit the legacy built by his father. He was not only a desirable match for his potential future wife, but he also possessed qualities that attracted admiration from many. Harold was a figure of dreams for countless women—an embodiment of strength, cunning, and empathy. Yet, he was equally feared by their enemies. A single misstep or provocation could swiftly lead to a lethal outcome, as Harold's quick reflexes and ruthless efficiency made him a formidable opponent.

In the midst of the clandestine world of mafia families and their intricate power struggles, Harold stood as an embodiment of both allure and danger. The prospect of such a union held the potential for both great advantages and grave consequences, depending on which side of the fence one found themselves.

"She is, I believe to be as fertile. As a child would be at her age." Angelo spoke up, highlighting the empathise on child.

Angelo's voice cut through the tension, emphasizing the significance of Y/N's potential fertility at her young age. His choice of words underscored the delicate nature of the discussion, reminding everyone present that they were discussing the future of a young girl.

Among Y/N's brothers, Angelo had been the most vocal advocate for her involvement in this crucial conversation. He recognized that although she was young, she possessed intelligence, maturity, and a deep understanding of the complex world they inhabited. Angelo believed that Y/N deserved a say in shaping her own future, rather than having it predetermined without her input.

Alongside Romeo, Angelo had tirelessly tried to persuade their father against the decision that bound Y/N's fate. They found it unjust and against their principles to dictate her life from such a tender age. Yet, they also acknowledged the reality of their expanding family and the growing threats that loomed around them. To ensure the safety and security of the Moretti family, alliances were necessary. With their dominance in Western Europe, forging alliances with other territories became vital in maintaining their strength and protection

The burden of responsibility weighed heavily upon them all. While they yearned for autonomy and the ability to chart their own destinies, the precariousness of their position forced them to consider the sacrifices and compromises that came with their choices. The delicate balance between protecting their loved ones and preserving individual freedom remained a constant struggle in the intricate web of mafia politics.

As Antonio continued to emphasize the strength of his son's Italian genes and the potential for offspring, the atmosphere grew heavier with a mixture of business and personal sacrifices. Both families, aware of the weight of their decisions, sat side by side, each holding a pen in hand, ready to sign off their heirs to an arranged marriage that prioritized the interests of their criminal empires over familiar bonds.

Mateo, conflicted and burdened with guilt, felt a wave of remorse wash over him. It had never been his desire nor intention to limit the choices available to Y/N, his only daughter. But the ruthless nature of their world dictated that additional protection would ensure her safety and, in some twisted logic, perhaps even her happiness. He grappled with the knowledge that their actions had overshadowed Y/N's autonomy and disregarded her own desires and dreams.

"This agreement is to be implemented on her 21st birthday, in the state of California, where she will legally wed Harold Fawcault, who will be 26," Alessandjo concluded, his voice carrying the weight of the finality that descended upon the room. The two mafia men, Antonio and Mateo, reluctantly signed their names on the dotted line, effectively sealing the fate of both Harry and Y/N.

In that solemn moment, the convergence of power, ambition, and family obligations became painfully evident. The ink on the contract represented not only the merging of two families but also the sacrifice of individual freedom in service of a larger, often cruel, world.

As the signatures dried on the document, a sense of resignation settled upon the room. The future of Y/N and Harry had been bound together, not by love or personal choice, but by the unyielding demands of their respective families and the treacherous world they inhabited. The dark alleyway, once a place of secret discussions and clandestine dealings, now held the weight of their collective destinies, forever changed by the ink-stained contract that would shape their lives

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Hysteria

Read my harry styles fanfic on Wattpad.

Harry Styles lives immersed in the mafia world, he's ruthless and shows absolutely no remorse for his deeds of cruelty and destruction. Isolation has always been his preference, however, when he sees himself stuck with a woman as twisted as him, he quickly realises that she might be the catalyst for his own demise. Follow Harry as he navigates through his own cruel mind, unlocking the truth about his past and overcoming his desire for pain as he comes with terms with his disease.

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stylessupremacy · 2 years

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"I risked my fucking life for you,harry!"

Mafia!harry

Someone must have caught wind of one of Harry’s drops and took his product. Whoever it was must have no common sense. Don't they know they're fucking with the most dangerous mafia leader?

Harry is the leader of the English Mafia and is one of the most dangerous men to walk the earth. Actually, scratch that, he is the most dangerous man to walk the earth.

Nobody in the mafia world knows who Y/n is and how she is Harry’s girlfriend ironically. How she ended up with him is beyond the knowledge of anybody.

But she helps Harry out a lot since nobody knows who she is. If Harry needs her to scope out some people and ‘buy’ some product just so he can attack she’ll do it. She’ll do anything for the man she loves.

Like any other plan, Y/n is trying to be sneaky and listen to a gang's plan on how to sabotage the English Mafia's drop happening tomorrow. Harry caught wind they were having a meeting tonight.

Y/n hid around the corner behind some storage units so if anybody walked past - she could quickly hide. When moving too quickly as a guard walked by, she bumped into it and caused ruckus.

Knowing the members heard her she took off and managed to dodge all the bullets they shot at her. She quickly made it out of the building and into the waiting car with Harry and the men waiting to fire if need be.

"Harry, what the fuck was that? You didn't tell me they were also planning to attack our team!" Y/n barked at Harry. She was pissed because she put her life at risk not knowing what Harry already knew.

"Look m'sorry okay? I didn't think they would come after you like that," Harry said as he kept his eyes on the road - knowing he was in the wrong.

"I just risked my fucking life for you, Harry! And all I get is a sorry?" Y/n's voice laced with sarcasm as she was ready to bounce on Harry and give him a good ass whooping.

"Look how about when we attack, I'll let you keep one of the men to bring back to the warehouse to torture, deal?" Harry proposed knowing that was Y/n's specialty but Harry didn't let Y/n do it very often.

"Deal."

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almost together | h.s

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warnings: sexual references, being intoxicated, roofing drinks, mafia!harry, jealous!harry, angst, fluff, lil mix of it all.

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note: i cant tell if i love or hate this because it’s 1am and IDK BUT ENJOY <3 also this is a y/n fic, avery marks is simply y/n’s alter ego.

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you gleamed at your work partner, harry styles, as you walked into a high-class party. despite being in a little black dress, you were on a mission tonight.

you and harry styles had been working together for a little less than a year now, you would like to say you’re friends but he insists ‘work partners can’t be friends’. although harry easily gave off a dark, mysterious and almost evil aura; you knew the boy in a way many didn’t.

“our guy is sitting there at the bar in the blue blazer, brown hair. next to the douchebag.” harry whispered into your ear, putting an arm around you as he smiled at the partygoers near him.

“i can definitely get him alone, let me do my thing.” you quietly said, more than whispering being unable to reach his height.

he rolled his eyes at knowing what you wanted to do, go and seduce the target. harry won’t deny that it works amazingly well, but something always made him uncomfortable. watching you smiled aimlessly at the older men as they looked at you like candy. it pissed him off more than anything, nevertheless he never said anything.

“go right ahead then, he has the watch in his left wrist. i’ll stand over near that pillar to the right of the entrance.” harry told you, as you both went your separate ways.

you turned on your earpiece, putting on an ear cuff to blend the small equipment in easily as you walked over to the bar. the target met your eyes almost immediately, sending him an innocent yet suggestive smile. finally you approach him and his stranger.

“hi handsome, catching my eyes from across the room?” you said to the man, giving his partner a look of lust as well.

“and what’s your name young lady?” the target man asked you.

“marks, avery marks sir. and yourself? both of you?” you eagerly asked the men, trying not being obvious.

“my coworker’s name here is actually mark plath! i’m jameson valent darling. what’d you come over here to talk about?” the target man, jameson, said.

you overhear harry in your ear saying something but you couldn’t make it out. you glanced over to see him speaking with an older woman, which sent heat through your body.

“a few things, some of them just between you and i.” you suggested, putting your hand on top of his while making eye contact. you break it for a second to look at his watch, but not blatantly.

“go find theodora, plath. i need to speak to miss marks one on one i believe” he told his coworker, still looking at you the whole time.

once mark had left, jameson invited you to take his seat next to him. he offers to buy you a drink, which you’ll never say no too.

you always said yes because you knew eventually the man would try and roofie you. although they never seemed to make it that well of a secret because you always knew. tonight’s plan was a little more advanced, even for you.

harry watched you and jameson laugh and talk for about 15 minutes, the conversation hadn’t been going anywhere but you had that look and he trusted you. he watched jameson touch your hands and thighs, you only just brushing off the gesture. it was driving harry nearly insane.

“how about just one more drink sweet girl? we can discuss a few things further in private afterwards.” jameson asked, looking you up and down thinking you were the easiest women in his life.

you nodded and prepared for him to roofie your drink. you were certainly drunk at this point as jameson had kept buying shots and encouraging strong drinks. you had a fairly high tolerance though and tried to focus on your environment.

you turned you back to him to look at harry, who had been intently staring at you the whole time. you felt chills down your spine and he gave you the slightest smile and widened his gaze causing you to turn around.

“hey what is that over there? on the stage behind you?” you asked jameson.

as his body turned around, pure adrenaline bursted at your seams as you switched the drinks around. jameson having the drink you believed was roofied, and was really hoping.

“what? it’s just the band setting up?” he said, confused.

“i thought i saw something weird, i’m not sure. cheers though!” you raised your glass as did jameson, clinking them together and taking down the last whiskey shot.

“please wait for me while i go to the ladies room before we head out? i just need a moment.” you more told than asked him, leaving as he said sure.

you have harry a side eye as you made your way through the party to the bathroom doors. harry followed you into the single person bathrooms.

“i need to stall for about five minutes before we continue.” you said, slightly slurring your words as a result of the alcohol taking over your senses.

“are you okay? why do you need to stall? did he say something?” harry asked you, he had heard most of your conversation with him but nothing seemed significant.

“i switched our drinks, im almost positive he tried to roofie me. it’ll teach him a lesson and we’ll get our watch.”

harry slightly gaped at what you had said you did but started to laugh. you mindlessly smiled at him, sending a heat to his cheeks he was happy you didn’t notice.

“let’s go help him out before someone else does.” harry said, letting you exit the bathroom before he did.

you walked back to the bar and found jameson exactly in the same seat, he looked awfully sweaty in comparison to before.

“you ready to head out sir?” you asked him, only getting the slightest head nod in return from him. it was clear jameson was freaking out over his uncontrollable condition, but was doing his best to hide it.

you took his hand to help him stand as he nearly toppled you over trying to stand on his feet. you looked for harry for guidence, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. you immediately get anxious and stressed, but head towards the exit as quickly as you can with jameson getting worse and worse. followed with your own state not getting any better.

“i’m in the front, the car we arrived in. just get him out here and i’ll help.” you heard harry talk in your earpiece, sending the slightest relief through you.

eventually you made your exit, and harry hopped out of the drivers seat to help take the weight of jameson. he had lost almost all of his muscle control at the point and was extremely difficult to move on your own. you helped harry get him situated in the back seat before you both headed into the car yourself.

“where the fuck do we go now?” you asked harry, stressed about the man in your backseat.

“i say a random field. id love to use a warehouse but our mission wasn’t exactly to kidnap the target unfortunately.” he sarcastically replied, beginning to drive.

he opened the middle compartment to reveal one single item, a rumors by fleetwood mac cd. he popped it into the cd player and let the the tunes fill the rest of the still air in the car.

you looked over at harry driving, and he looked perfect. his once buttoned up shirt was slightly askew now, revealing parts of his chest. his hair fell perfectly, despite running his hand through it every other minute. sure harry was good looking, but usually not this much right?

“you look really pretty right now. like a disney prince almost. but even better” you drunkenly ramble, not really caring what you were saying in the moment.

“pretty hmm? don’t think i’ve heard that one before.”

“well it’s absolutely true. you looks pretty all the time to me.” you continue to spill

“you drive me crazy sometimes you know that?”harry said, his cheeks once again heating up by your words.

harry pulled into a field after about 45 minutes of driving, he told you you could stay in the car even though you insisted to help. you both got out of the car and stared at jameson, who was awake but had no idea of his surroundings. harry began to pick him up.

“are we just gonna leave him here?” you asked as harry carried the larger man out of the car, setting him on the grass.

“yeah, it’s about all we can do.”

you took the watch off of his wrist and put it into your pocket. you and harry headed back into the car and both subconsciously sighed at the same time.

“why won’t you let us be more than work partners?”

harry was taken aback by your sudden question; he had honestly forgotten the amount of times he had told you that. in reality though, harry was just scared to let you into his life like that. he understood you weren’t in a much better situation than him, but he would hate to get you wrapped up in anymore than you were already.

“because we just shouldn’t be, it’ll be better for both of us.” harry told you, going back to his defensive state anytime you brought it up.

“but you don’t know that! we’ve never just hung out, just talked. i just want to know you better.” you confessed to him.

harry slammed his hands into the steering wheel in a burst of frustration; causing you to involuntary jump at the action and unexpected sound.

“because of that! because i don’t want to hurt you and i’m scared i would.” harry said, referring to you jumping at his frustration. you both knew by this point you weren’t referring to being only friends.

“you don’t have to be scared of something that won’t happen. please just try it out harry, we can make it work.”

“why won’t you just listen to me? this, us, cannot work out. ever notice how life is fine together every other moment we don’t talk about things like this?” harry said raising his voice at you.

“then stop doing things to make me believe you want to be with me! stop staring down every person who’s spoken to me, stop speaking for me during a conversation, stop touching me in public. this is not one sided!” you shouted back at him as your eyes started to burn.

“there is absolutely nothing more i want than to be with you y/n. but i just can’t do it, it’s me.” harry sighed out, his voice cracking slightly near the end of his sentence.

“so what’s stopping you? absolutely nothing but yourself! you are the one holding yourself back from this!” you pleaded with him.

you and harry both had never felt this way for each other liked you did in that moment. although you both had been just been shouting, you never felt closer with each other. neither of you opened up before this day, there was small disagreements and disappointments but it was never like this before.

“i know i am, because you are the last person i want to get wrapped up in my shit of a life! you don’t deserve that.”

“you’re telling that to your year long partner who goes on international illegal missions with you, in exchange for money. and you think you’re the only one with a shit life? you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” you said, shouting near the end, you had began to sob at this point.

harry thought you looked beautiful. even with your mascara across your face and desperate look; that had both been a a result of him. he still thought you looked beautiful. his heart began to ache the longer he fully acknowledged your presence. no, you had never properly ’hung out’, but you both truly understood each other.

harry also knew you were right, he knew you didn’t have it the easiest at times and still struggle to this day. everything he had said to you; you had a counter argument that he couldn’t deny.

so even while driving, he kissed you. your faces were closer than you realized, and you immediately melted into his mouth. the kiss was extremely short, but felt like it lasted hours. he pulled back from your face first. looking at the road ahead before looking back at you, speechless.

he couldn’t tell if you were angry, happy, shocked, or anything. you had just been sitting there with you mouth slightly ajar and your lips much redder than they were earlier today.

“you should know by now i care about you, i don’t think i ever couldn’t.” harry said, taking a breath before he continued.

“the idea of hurting you stresses me out, i wouldn’t want to ever do that to you.”

you had felt every emotion at once, you couldn’t have been happier he kissed you but at the same time you were pissed off he did. no, it wasn’t fair the way it happened but you were content with him opening up in this moment.

“then you wouldn’t, you don’t have to do something you don’t want to do harry.” you softly told him.

“but i cant promise myself i wouldn’t! that’s the issue.” he said, frustrated with his emotions as well. he pulled the car into you apartment complex and put it in park.

“i won’t let you hurt me, please just let yourself open up to me.” you begged him, trying to promise him things you didn’t know were true or not.

“just come stay the night with me please?” you asked him, looking into his eyes which were saying so much but nothing.

he sighed, putting his head onto the steering wheel and letting out a slight ‘fuck me’ you just hardly could hear. you took one of his hands from underneath him and just held it, still looking at him.

he looked up at you again, and you looked exhausted. it was nearly two in the morning, and harry was more tired than he realized. his head was telling him to not go with you, to save you from himself. if it was up to his head right now, he would leave the country for you. but his heart loved you more.

“yeah sure, let’s go.” harry finally said, letting you both gain a smile on your face as you got out of the car and headed home together, for the first time.

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Mafia Harry x (not a) Virgin Y/n

Small check in with couple

Smut

Harry and y/n have definitely started taking things to a different level, y/n admitted she kinda liked to be bossed around in bed. She then made it clear she would only put up with it in bed. Harry finds this amusing, the girl is a submissive at heart in her daily life as well, he has come to believe that she is just yearning for guidance and to feel safe and protected and that is one thing he has no problem doing for her.

Harry loves taking her out shopping, to eat, the theater, he wants her to enjoy life she is so young, but still was basically kept in her house for 18 years. So Harry just wants to make her happy.

Harry found y/n very amusing when he took her to the movies and then went to feel her up while she was watching the movie. He remembered if looks could kill.

Y/n is a good girl for Harry and he likes that she only gives him an attitude when she is tired or not feeling well, she is a very good filial for him.

Like right now Harry thinks to himself. Y/n is laying across his bed with her head hanging over the side of the mattress, while he fucks her mouth. “Fuck what a good girl my baby is, letting daddy fuck her pretty little mouth.”

Harry smiles when y/n gags a little.”That’s it baby gag on daddy’s cock, if you make me cum in the next five minutes I’ll fuck your little pussy until you beg me to stop and even then I won’t.”

He smirked when y/n started sucking harder. “That’s my girl I knew when I saw you with that old fucker that night that I was going to have you one way or another. I’m so glad you decided to come with me on your own baby.”

Y/n frowns the best she can with Harry’s cock in her mouth wondering just exactly what he meant. He just laughs “three and a half minutes baby.” ….

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“Safe - Part Two”

mafia!harry x you

(“Safe” Masterlist)

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: smut (f, f, m - sex acts in public), fingering (f receiving) and a slight spit kink

Plot: (Takes place before “Part One”) The first time you and Harry meet, you’re in the company of one of his men - one he isn’t too pleased with at the moment. When it becomes obvious to the both of you that the man you’ve come with is not the one you need, Harry’s infatuation with you grows tenfold, and he’s determined to capture your attention instead.

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With your hand draped securely into the seam of Grant’s elbow, you made your way into Ray’s Lounge for the evening. You had never been here before, but Grant invited you to accompany him after the two of you met while you were out with friends at a club last week.

Grant told you that he had been watching you all night from the VIP booth he had rented with a couple of other men, and he made it known that he was incredibly attracted to you. He was attractive, and you could tell he had some years on you, but he seemed nice enough. You agreed to see him outside of the club, but only if it was somewhere in public again. He didn’t have any problem with that.

As you walked through the foyer of the lounge, you took in the extravagant decor on the walls - as well as the large chandelier that hung above your heads.

“Right this way, Mr. Culver,” you heard the hostess say, and it drew your eyes back to what was in front of you.

She made her way to two large gold doors at the back of the main lounge, and when she opened it, you were met with several couches and low tables. Men were flocked around as they rolled dice and slapped money on the wooden surfaces, and your eyes traced around - picking up on a few women in the mix as well.

What you didn’t see right away, however, was the man whose attention you had stolen as soon as you made your way through those doors.

Harry’s eyes were glued to you as Grant took you around the room, introducing you to the others before leading you over to the table Harry, and a few other men, were sitting at. He lifted his glass of caramel colored liquor to his lips as you took the seat right across from him, and that’s when you set sights on him for the first time.

His ivy-colored eyes bored into yours, and you immediately felt goosebumps pricking up all over your skin. You could tell he wasn’t trying to hide the way his eyes traced over you, not in the slightest, and you were only drawn away from him once Grant placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Gentlemen,” he stated, and then looked over to the one other woman at this table - she looked younger than you, but was sitting in the lap of a man who looked a lot older. “And lady.”

The table broke out into laughter before Grant continued. “This is Y/N.”

Harry could see the way several of the men at the table looked at you as Grant told you their names, and it was in a much different way than he did. They looked at you as if they couldn’t wait to try to get you alone - to try and devour you. You didn’t notice them, however, your eyes drawn back to Harry just as soon as Grant told you his name. You watched as his hand tightened on his glass, and you could see his knuckles turning white from his grip.

Grant ended up taking a seat next to you, and he immediately leaned over to press a kiss against the side of her neck. You smiled, looking over to him for a moment as he asked what you wanted to drink.

Harry was crawling out of his skin as he watched the two of you interact. First off, he knew you deserved someone better than Grant from the start, but second, he was pretty sure Grant was the current ‘rat’ running rampant among his men. It was only a matter of time before he’d be dealt with properly.

“I’ll just take a dirty martini, please,” you responded to Grant, and he nodded as he lifted his fingers into the air to get the attention of the cocktail waitress that had been walking around the room.

It didn’t get past you the way his eyes trailed up the waitress’ long, panty-hose covered legs before he met her face - ordering drinks for the both of you. When she walked away, you caught his eyes staring right at her ass that rounded underneath her black pencil skirt.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you turned to face completely forward again, no longer having your body a bit turned towards Grant, and you made eye contact with Harry once more.

“So, Y/N,” Harry said from across the table, and it was the first time you’d heard his voice. The silky accent had you wanting to melt under his stare, but you tried your best to remain as normal as possible so Grant didn’t grow suspicious. “What is it you do for work?”

Rolling your shoulders back, you sat up straight in your chair just as the waitress was setting your drink down in front of you. You kept eye contact with Harry as you cupped the glass in one hand - using the other to start stirring the skewer with olives in the liquid.

“Publishing,” you stated, tilting your head to the side. “Magazine Publishing. Greater Trips and Travel. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it.”

As you raised your glass to your lips, taking a large swig, you felt Grant’s hand slipping under your dress just slightly - giving your thigh a soft squeeze.

“I have,” Harry nodded as he ran the tip of his index finger around the rim of his own glass. “I’m sure you’ve been able to go to a lot of beautiful places because of your position.”

“Indeed, I have.”

And just like that, your responses to Harry intrigued him even more. You were so sure of yourself, something he had never really found himself attracted to before. He was used to submissive, delicate women who would bend to his every will - all consensual, of course. That wasn’t you, however. You were confident, and strong from what he could see, but he was so drawn to you.

He was determined that by the end of the night, you’d forget about Grant, and that you would be his.

Grant gave your thigh another squeeze, this one a bit more rough, and it immediately had you snapping your head over to look at him with narrowed brows.

“Is something the matter?” You questioned quietly, bringing your hand down to push his own off of you. “I don’t appreciate being handled like that.”

“You’re here with me,” he answered lowly.

Running your tongue along the inside of your cheek, you stood from the table - gulping down the rest of your fresh drink in just a few more sips before biting the olives off the plastic skewer. “Where are the restrooms?”

“Down the hallway, just there,” the young girl seated on the older man’s lap spoke up - pointing behind her. “Ladies room is on the right.”

Not sparing Grant a second glance, your heels clicked across the tiled floor as you ran your hands over your deep maroon dress that hugged every curve - a zipper running down the front.

From just that one move from your date, you knew you wouldn’t be meeting up with Grant again. You didn’t take well to men claiming you before they even got to know you, and even then, your conversation with Harry was more than harmless.

You were sure Grant was just irritated that Harry had asked what you did before he ever brought it up. He knew Harry was making him look bad.

You reached the bathroom, and you were thankful there was no one inside the single stall room. You stepped in, locking the door behind you before standing in front of the mirror to look yourself over.

After a moment, you started to pace the small area as you thought of how you might be able to get out of the rest of this evening. You just wanted to go home now.

Harry had watched the whole interaction with Grant, and he was thankful that he was so good at reading lips. He saw you tell Grant off, but he also saw how he borderline threatened you without using any harsh words.

Harry didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit.

It also didn’t help that the moment you left, Grant began making vulgar comments about you to some of the other men - none of the comments being reciprocated, thankfully. The man was making a complete fool of himself, and when he noticed no one was feeding into his disgusting ways, he turned his attention elsewhere.

Although these men liked to look, a lot of them didn’t take well to the degradation of women, and that’s exactly what Grant was doing to you without you even knowing.

When you had been gone for a few minutes, Harry excused himself from the table once he saw Grant was busy flirting with the cocktail waitress, and he started down the hallway you had walked down not too long ago.

The timing was almost too perfect. Just as Harry was approaching the door to knock on it, to check on you, you were opening it up.

You gasped, jumping a bit in surprise as you saw him standing there. “Sorry,” you swallowed harshly. “You frightened me.”

Harry shook his head as you walked forward completely to shut the door behind you, and you moved over so you were standing up against the wall. “I’m sorry, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention to scare you.”

“No worries,” you told him, holding his eyes.

After a moment, the both of you allowed your sights to run over each other completely - fully taking each other in before making eye contact once more.

“Grant is not the man for you,” Harry spoke up without hesitation, and you smirked softly.

“Is that so?”

You already knew this information, but you wanted to see what else he had to say.

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed as he walked forward, but he still left space between the two of you - not wanting you to feel enclosed or trapped. “A man like him doesn’t appreciate the type of woman you are.”

Running your tongue along your lower lip, you watched as Harry’s eyes dropped down to your movements before looking back up to your face.

“I’d be interested to hear what kind of woman you take me to be.”

You caught sight of how Harry’s chest swelled while he tucked his hands into the pockets of his suit pants - tilting his chin up a bit.

“Well, for starters, your beauty is out of this world. You’re stunning, as well as captivating, and you hold yourself with such poise,” Harry started, and you tried not to let it show that your pulse had quickened at just those few words. “Those are things I know for sure, but there’s some things you’re going to have to let me know if I’m right on.

“I feel as if you’re determined, in both your everyday life, and your work. If you want something, you’ll get it. Whether it takes days, months or years, it’ll be yours. You also don’t let anyone take advantage of you,” he continued. “And, I guess this is another sure thing, you’re obviously successful at what you do. You’re passionate about it.”

You remained quiet as you took his words in, and you sucked in a deep breath before responding. “You came to those conclusions just by knowing me for what…fifteen minutes?”

“I did.”

“And what? Grant isn’t the man for me, so you’re trying to convince me that you are?” You raised a brow at him, and he chuckled softly.

“I’d be highly interested in showing you the type of man that I could be, Y/N. One thing is for sure, I know I’d treat you right.”

Suddenly you felt lightheaded at the fact that this man, who was a million times more attractive than Grant, was admitting to having some sort of infatuation with you. It wasn’t uncommon for men to hit on you occasionally, but it wasn’t the norm for men who looked like Harry to be the ones doing it.

You didn't want to give in just yet. Part of you wanted to make him grovel for it - to see if he would actually put in the work for just an opportunity to show you how he could be with you. For you.

“So bold of you to approach a woman while she’s with another man, regardless of whether or not you feel he’s suitable for her,” you teased, sending him another smirk. “What if I think you’re all talk?”

Harry’s eyes darkened slightly, but not in a way that frightened you. No. The way his eyes darkened sent a pulse right between your thighs.

“Y/N,” Harry now closed all space between you, and he slowly leaned in so his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “If you’d like for me to show you that I can indeed bite to match my bark, all you have to do is ask.”

Your eyes threatened to roll back into your head from just his words, and you felt a warmth growing in your lower abdomen as you pressed your palms against the wall behind you to ground yourself.

But still, you didn’t want to let him win too early.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer if Grant doesn’t seem to be the one to satisfy my needs tonight,” you replied, and Harry lifted his head to look down at you.

“I don’t play games too often, darling, but for you, I’ll let the offer stand until the end of the night. After that, it’s off the table.”

Lifting his hand, Harry stroked the tips of his fingers along the side of your neck. You bit back the gasp that wanted to escape you, and you felt your skin grow warm underneath his touch.

“As much as your words say you’re weighing your options, your body is betraying you,” Harry clicked his tongue against the back of teeth as he shook his head. “I’ll have that pulse of yours racing even more soon enough.”

With that, Harry dropped his touch away while he looked over you once more, and then he started back down the hallway towards the tables again.

You remained against the wall to catch your breath - trying to will away the second heartbeat that had grown prominent between your legs. No man had ever laid his cards out so clearly, and it had your head spinning.

And even though Harry didn’t know for sure, you already knew that you’d be taking him up on his offer by the end of the night.

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Once one of the men suggested a change of scenery, bringing up a place by the name of Calypso, it seemed like most of the men quickly stood and started to head out. Grant was one of them, and he barely waited for you to stand as well before heading back towards the front of the lounge.

His hand ghosted on the small of your back, but your arms remained by your side as you walked. Part of you was going back to the idea you had in the bathroom - to call a cab and just head home.

That thought was soon interrupted though when you saw yourself approaching the same car you and Grant had arrived in, and the two of you quickly slid into the backseat.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself tonight,” Grant stated as the car began to move. His fingertips trailed over your knee before he leaned in a bit further. “There’s some business I have to take care of once we get to the club, but if I finish up in time, I really hope you would consider coming home with me.”

You knew that wasn’t going to happen, but you didn’t know what this man was capable of, so you played the part.

“We’ll see where the night takes us,” you responded with a nod, and a soft smile, before looking out the window.

It was only a few minutes later that you saw the neon sign for Calypso come into view, and you were grateful you no longer had to be trapped in a car with just the two of you.

As you stepped inside the club, Grant didn’t even utter another word to you before you saw him trailing behind a girl with dark purple hair, and she seemed more than thrilled to see him. With her hand tight around his tie, you watched as she dragged him down a hallway that was covered by a curtain.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way over to the bar and sat yourself down as you watched one of the girls stripping on stage. You had figured it was going to be this type of club once it was suggested, and you had no issues with it. You had been to your own fair share of strip clubs before.

One of the bartenders came over to you and asked what you wanted to drink, and you ordered yourself another dirty martini. When she asked for a card to keep your tab open, you started to dig through your clutch to locate it.

“A bottle of bourbon, Diamond,” you heard that familiar British accent right next to you, and you paused your movements - still keeping your eyes down into the contents of your clutch. “And whatever this beautiful young woman is having, please. She’ll be on mine for the rest of the night.”

Willing yourself to finally look up, you saw that Harry was already staring down at you.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” You zipped up your clutch before tucking it back underneath your arm. “Technically I’m not your date.”

“No, you’re not,” Harry shook his head as he leaned against the bar. “But that doesn’t mean that you won’t be leaving without my number in your phone before the end of the night.”

That feeling of both excitement, but also anxiousness, from earlier came creeping back into your stomach, and a yearning that burned deep within was also causing your mind to go a bit fuzzy.

“We’ll see about that,” you responded as the bartender, Diamond, set your drink down, and you were quick to bring the skewer of olives to your lips.

Harry’s eyes were trained on your every move as you gently rested your teeth against one of the garnishes before slowly pulling it into your mouth. You watched as his throat expanded from a harsh swallow, but his attention was soon captured by Diamond placing his bottle of bourbon and glass onto the surface.

“So, do you plan on sitting here for the rest of the night, or would you like to join me for some fun?” Harry’s head tilted to the side as he continued to hold your gaze.

“What kind of fun?”

“Nothing crazy, just a private room in the back with me and some of the other gentlemen - respectable ones. They won’t be inappropriate towards you, I promise. If they try, I won’t allow it, but I assure you they won’t. There’ll be a dancer or two as well.”

Harry’s eyes held reassurance that what he was telling you was true, and you’re not sure why, but you felt as if you could trust him without even really knowing him.

“Okay,” you nodded, standing up from the bar - holding your drink tight in your hand. “Lead the way, Harry.”

With his arm locked securely around your waist, and fingers curling along your hip, Harry started through the main floor of the club with his bottle of bourbon resting underneath his arm. He held the single glass in his hand as he guided you though the seats and tables lining the stage that the girl from when you first walked in was still dancing on, and you saw now that she was completely naked.

You looked up to Harry to see that he was paying her no mind, keeping his eyes forward as he maneuvered you both carefully.

Soon you found yourself slipping into a curtained hallway, much like the one you saw Grant disappearing into when you first arrived, and Harry led you into one of the rooms lining the walls.

Stepping inside, you saw there was a girl already dancing on a table in the middle of the room - still fully clothed. There were couches lining around each side of the table, and few men were already partaking in drinks while watching the girl.

“These are my most trusted colleagues,” Harry said into your ear over the music that was playing, not too loud, but loud enough that he needed to lean down for you to hear him. “I’ll introduce you properly. I’m sure that Grant didn’t.”

With the way the men were already seated, you ended up sitting across from Harry instead of next to him, but you didn’t mind.

“Y/N,” Harry said once the two of you were situated, and he gestured to the man next to him. “This is Elias, he’s my right-hand man in my line of work.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, carefully reaching across his table and quickly shaking his hand so you didn’t disturb the dancer.

“The man next to you is Gregory, he’s been with me for a few years now.”

You shook his hand as well before Harry pointed to the man that was man spread on the remaining couch by himself - arms draped across the top of it. His eyes fixated on the dancer, but you could see there were really no thoughts behind them.

“And that’s Chase,” Harry chuckled with a shake of his head. “He’s usually a bit more social, but he’s had a lot to drink tonight, and not enough to eat.”

You giggled softly at not only the state of Chase, but also the sound of Harry’s laugh - no matter how short it was.

After a few minutes, you felt yourself truly loosen up as you sat back against the couch while sipping on your martini. You and Gregory held simple conversations, but every now and then, your eyes wandered back over to Harry as he spoke with Elias.

It was by your third drink here that you were properly feeling your alcohol, but you were only tipsy, nowhere near drunk. If anything, you were now more relaxed, growing more animated in your discussion with all of the men - excluding Chase, of course.

Harry watched you with such admiration as you had kicked your heels off at some point, and he found it so endearing to see you with your legs curled up beside you on the leather couch as you engaged in banter with not only him, but also his men.

The dancer that had been in when you first got into the room with Harry had already stripped and left, but you looked over to the door as a new girl walked in.

Your eyes trailed over her long, curvy legs as she sauntered over to the table. Slender fingers wrapped around the pole to hoist herself up onto the surface, and she immediately dropped the deep green robe she had tied around herself to reveal leather lingerie of the same shade.

Harry watched the way you looked at her as she began to dance along the pole, and even though he felt a sense of jealousy surging through his chest, he was also intrigued as to where this could go.

“Oh fuck,” you heard Gregory mumble next to you, and you diverted your attention from the dancer for just a moment to follow where he was looking.

Chase was now passed out on the couch with his head slung back on his shoulders - mouth open as he let out loud snores.

“I should be getting him home,” Gregory stood. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You as well,” you told him before watching him pull one of Chase’s arms over his shoulder.

Harry stood for a moment to help Gregory get Chase over to the door, but after that he was sitting right back down next to Elias.

You turned your attention back to the dancer, and once she saw the way you were watching her, she smirked while bending down to be level with you. Her knees met the table as she placed her hands between them - one on top of the other as she leaned forward.

Her full breasts spilled over the top of her leather bra, and you pushed your thighs together underneath your dress.

“Haven’t seen you here before,” she said sweetly, her own eyes now trailing over you. “I know I’d remember you if I had.”

A smirk pushed itself onto her face, and you found yourself matching it. “It is my first time. You’ve caught me.”

Biting down on her plump lower lip, she lifted herself onto her knees a bit so she could run her hands down her torso, and to the inside of her thighs.

You kept your eyes on her as you opened up your clutch, and you fished out the hundred dollar bill you had. Now you were leaning forward, placing your almost empty drink down onto the small table at the end of the couch so you could slip the bill into the cup of her bra.

“I’m Y/N,” you told her as her face neared closer to yours, and she hummed lowly.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” the dancer lifted her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m Ruby.”

Her name made complete sense to you. Ruby had fiery red hair, and you knew that’s why you were attracted to her. You had always had a thing for red-heads.

Before you knew it, you felt Ruby’s lips against yours, and you sighed through your nose as you kept your hands on the tops of your thighs. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to touch her, and you wouldn’t be doing so without her permission.

Ruby’s palms cradled your cheeks as she moved herself forward - skillfully crawling from the table and over to the empty spot on the couch next to you without touching the floor.

“You can touch me, Y/N,” she mumbled against your mouth. “Don’t be shy.”

You ran your hands up the outside of her thighs until you were cradling her hips, and soon you were now turning to face her properly while perched on your knees as well. Your dress had ridden up to gather around the middle of your thighs so you could have the proper room to move, and soon you felt one of Ruby’s slotting between your own.

As she began to kiss down your neck, you looked over to Harry to see him watching the two of you intently as he peered over his glass of bourbon.

Harry was turned on beyond belief at the vision in front of him. Ruby was his go to dancer when he would come here. He had hooked up with her a few times, but it was never more than oral sex, a hand job or a bit of fingering. He had never gone all the way with her.

It was casual between the two of them, and he honestly didn’t indulge often.

But to see you, a woman that he did want to go all the way with, making out and being touched by a woman whose body he already knew - it had his cock pulsing in his trousers.

“Elias,” he spoke while setting his glass down. “Leave us. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Elias nodded in response without question, and he exited the room without you or Ruby even noticing now that your mouths were connected once again.

It wasn’t until you felt the shift of weight behind you on the couch that you looked over your shoulder to see Harry sitting there.

“Hi,” he said, eyes trailing over you. “Mind if I join?”

You looked over to Ruby first, wanting to make sure this was something she was comfortable with, but when she leaned past you to rest a hand on Harry’s thigh, the other still on your hip, you watched as they engaged in a small kiss.

Much like Harry, that sent a shock of jealousy zapping through your nerves, but you wanted to see exactly where this all would lead.

Soon enough, both Ruby and Harry’s hands were cupping your hips, and they were moving you to sit down properly on the couch between them. Your feet were now flat on the floor as you faced forward while both of their bodies were turned in to face your sides.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Ruby asked Harry as she ran one of her hands down your body before beginning to play with the pull of the zipper at the front of your dress.

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed in agreement. “And incredibly sexy.”

“So sexy,” Ruby breathed as she pressed another kiss against the side of your neck.

You gasped as the sensation, and you could still feel Ruby toying with the pull.

“Can we play with you a little, Y/N?” Harry’s silky voice filled one of your ears, and you felt a small fog taking over your brain.

Never had you been in the position of two people wanting to touch you at once, and for both of them to be so attractive, it almost felt unreal - like you were waiting to wake up from this wet dream.

“Yes,” you nodded as you looked into Harry’s eyes as Ruby began to slowly slide down the zipper on your dress. “You can do whatever you want.”

It wasn’t like you to be so submissive, but you were desperate for both of them to have their hands on you. You needed to be pleasured to release this tension that had been growing all night after your first conversation with Harry.

You sucked in a deep breath once it was completely undone, and the sides fell away from each other to reveal your black lace bodysuit underneath. Ruby’s fingertips started to dance along the material as her eyes took you in, and she began to kiss over your bare shoulder.

“Look at her, Harry,” she said, shaking her head once she looked back at your face. “She’s stunning.”

Your eyes had remained on Harry’s, and his on yours, until Ruby had spoken up again. You watched as Harry’s eyes trailed down your body, and you could see his tongue running along the inside of his lower lip at the sight of you in front of him. You sat up a bit, allowing the dress to fall off your frame completely, and Ruby tossed it to the side.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Harry stated as he looked back into your eyes.

Harry’s hand coasted down your sternum until he settled it over one of your breasts - kneading it in his palm as you arched into his touch. You barely felt Ruby as she pulled the cup containing the other down, and soon her lips sealed around your pebbled nipple.

You moaned, your eyes now slipping shut as you dropped your head back onto the couch with each of your hands resting on one of their thighs. Your fingers tightened against the material of Harry’s trousers as ran his other hand up the inside of one of your thighs.

“Can I feel you, darling? See how wet you are for the two of us?” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear again, just like they had done earlier, and it sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Yes.”

The tips of Harry’s ringed fingers popped open the three buttons that were holding your bodysuit together between your legs, and you gasped as they made their way through your drenched folds.

“Oh, she’s soaked, Ruby,” Harry clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth.

“Is she?” Ruby responded after popping off your nipple, and you watched as she looked down to where Harry’s hand was caressing you.

Humming, she leaned down a bit to run one of her fingers alongside his, and then she looked back at you with a gleam in her eye. “You really are, Y/N. You like us that much?”

You were glad that she wasn’t actually looking for a response as she looked back over to Harry.

“Spread her open for me, yeah?” Harry asked, pressing a kiss against Ruby’s cheek.

Ruby nodded and moved her middle finger down to your folds as well, gathering more of your arousal before spreading you apart. Harry sunk his teeth into his cheek as he could see your clit was already so swollen, and inviting, and he tilted his head down just slightly.

Your hips jolted as he spit down onto the eager bud, and from there he began to rub circles against it with his fingertips. Ruby’s lips soon closed around your nipple again, and that’s when you felt the band beginning to tighten in your lower abdomen.

They had hardly touched you so far, but you were already coming undone for them. You fluttered your eyes back open to look at Harry, and you dropped your gaze to stare at his perfect lips.

“Want a kiss?” He teased softly, leaning in to tap the tip of his nose against yours. “I’ve been wanting a kiss from you all night, darling.”

“Please,” you whimpered, and Harry didn’t hesitate to give into your pleading.

His soft lips slotted perfectly against yours, and you lifted your hand from his thigh to cup one of his cheeks. As your kiss deepened, he moved his fingers against you in faster circles, and you began to pant into his open mouth.

“Harry,” his name escaped you easily with a whine, and your hand made its way up into his hair. Your fingers tugged at his curls as Ruby kissed over to your other breast that was neglected - pulling that cup down as well to show that nipple equal attention.

“I know,” he cooed, holding his top lip right against yours. “Feels good, hm? Both of us taking care of you?”

Your eyes shut the tightest they had all night as you felt Harry’s fingers slip down - plunging his middle and index fingers into your dripping entrance. You were so overwhelmed by the places the tips of his fingers could touch, places you could never reach on your own, that you didn’t even feel Ruby’s lips detach from your body.

Harry flashed his eyes over to Ruby, and she nodded, knowing the look behind them. She leaned down to press one more quick kiss to the side of your neck before grabbing her robe, pulling it back around her body, and leaving the room.

“Are you okay with it being just us?” Harry asked, pulling back a bit to look down at your properly.

“More than okay,” you responded, locking both arms around his neck.

With one hand still being used to pump his fingers in and out of you, Harry gripped one of your hips with the other, and he moved you around to where both of your thighs straddled one of his own.

You used your newfound leverage to rock your hips against the thrusts of his fingers, and you bit down on your bottom lip - humming as the heel of his palm clashed up against your clit.

“Soaking my hand, darling,” Harry ran his hand from your hip down to one of the rounds of your ass. He gripped to it with a hunger, and you moaned softly at the feeling.

“Is this what the two of you do?” You asked breathlessly, feeling the band in your stomach tighten more and more. “Tag team all the girls you bring back here?”

Harry shook his head, leaning in to press a kiss against the hinge of your jaw. “Ruby and I have had fun together before, I won’t deny that, but I’ve never had fun with her and someone else. I saw the way you looked at her. I wanted you to have some fun with her too before I made you completely mine.”

Harry’s words had you feeling a bit floaty, and you leaned down to press another searing kiss on his lips - neither of you ceasing the movements at the lower half of your body.

“I’m going to come,” you mewled against his mouth. “Please don’t stop.”

“Would never dream of it. I need to see what you look like when you come all over my fingers. Let go for me, Y/N. Let me see you.”

Your orgasm washed over you in a wave of lust and desire. It continued to ebb and flow throughout your entire body - toes curling, and hands grasping to the front of Harry’s suit jacket as he helped you ride through your high completely.

Once you came back down, you collapsed into his chest with your face buried into the side of his neck. You did your best to catch your breath so you could speak, and you let out a small whine as Harry slipped his fingers out of you.

You brought your head up just in time to see him sliding them between his lips, and he stared into your eyes as he buzzed at the taste of you.

“You taste just as decadent as you look,” he smirked as he dropped his hand back down. Both his hands caressed your thighs as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck with your fingers. “I hope you’ll let me taste you again.”

You looked down to see Harry’s erection straining against his pants, and you went to reach down to undo his belt, his hands quickly captured your wrists. “No, no, love,” Harry shook his head. “Tonight was about you.”

“But you’re really hard, Harry. I know that has to be uncomfortable.”

Harry could have melted at the way your eyes showed such sympathy, and he was sure no woman had ever made him feel that way before. All these new things you were having him feel in such a small amount of time had you drawing him in even more.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. I didn't expect anything in return, and I don’t need it,” he remained firm in his words. “Another time, maybe.”

Standing off the couch, you had slipped your feet back into your heels, and Harry kept you between his legs as he buttoned your bodysuit back up. He stood as he helped you back into your dress, and you zipped up the front.

As you both started towards the door to exit the room, Harry blocked it slightly with his body while staring down at you. “I meant what I said, Y/N. I’d like to show you the type of man I could be. One that treats you the way you deserve. Can I see you again?”

Harry had never asked a woman to see them again like this. Most women just threw themselves at him, and it was unspoken on how long they’d hook up for until one of them moved along to the next one.

But not you. He needed you - desperately.

You held his eyes for a moment before digging through your clutch for your phone. You handed it over to him once you located it, tilting your head to the side. “Put in your number, and I’ll text you.”

Harry did just that before you both left the room, and he walked you to the front of the club. He already had a driver on standby to take you home, so he walked you out to the car - opening the back door with one hand, and holding yours with the other as he assisted you on getting in.

“Goodnight, Harry,” you held his cheek in your hand before pushing yourself up on the seat so you could give him one more tender kiss. “I’ll be in touch, I promise.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Harry nodded, stealing another quick peck from you before stepping back. “I look forward to it.”

Making sure your limbs were in properly, Harry shut the door and walked backwards onto the street so he could watch the car drive off with you in it.

After stepping back into the club to pay his tab, it hadn’t even been five minutes since you left that Harry felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number, and his heart palpitated in hopes that it was you.

“No more games, but you’ll have to work for it. No Ruby next time. Just you.”

Harry smirked at your text, not really expecting anything less from a woman such as yourself. He tucked his phone back into his pocket, making a mental note to respond later, as he lifted his fingers - signaling to Diamond that he needed one more shot before closing out for the night.

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The Marauders │H. S (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/334966284-the-marauders-%E2%94%82h-s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Vampireheist&wp_originator=E%2BpQEF6LPxY9bXkyKot53B6IzpC5HVjMGmJo9PgdDgy5HLtOPcEpuBb6CuEvrMqP2qoIND6cLQtm7vdGmrxh1MvvBR9m7%2FZMT0WzX1guiBLc36Xye46RX4FZTl5KIeaY Cassandra Monet has been hired as the new assistant manager. She gets sent on tour with a group of six intelligent, handsome group of boys that plays a deadly killer game of chess. When she meets the alluring, mysterious Harry styles. With his tatted bronze skin, pyrite eyes, and dark raspy tone of voice, Harry is both dangerous and irresistible. She feels certified there is something oddly off about him. She'll stop at nothing to find out what it is he's hiding. However, when her eyes captured more than what goes on behind the scenes. frightened, and anxious, she doesn't have much of a choice but to try to stay alive. Harry Styles au; The Chess Olympic World Tour/Vampire Mafia.

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The room buzzed with a low hum of whispered conversations as the weight of Arthur's will settled upon the gathered assembly. Harry, typically composed, found himself grappling with a surge of emotions that threatened to breach the surface. Outrage smoldered beneath his stoic exterior, fueled by the unexpected clause that dictated his marital fate.

"Enough!" Harry's voice sliced through the room, a thunderous command that silenced the discussions like a sudden clap of thunder. His eyes blazed with an intensity that mirrored the storm within him. "Everyone, leave. Except Mr. Reynolds."

The men, sensing the gravity of the situation, filed out of the room with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. As the door closed behind them, leaving only Harry's most trusted friends and the family attorney, a charged silence hung in the air.

Harry paced the room, his frustration palpable. He turned to Mr. Reynolds, his jaw clenched. "Is there any way around this, any loophole we can exploit? There has to be something."

Mr. Reynolds, a seasoned attorney who had navigated the intricate legalities of the family for decades, met Harry's gaze with a mix of empathy and realism. "I've reviewed the will thoroughly, Harry. Your father's conditions are explicit. To inherit the leadership of the English Mafia, you must fulfill the marriage clause."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, his desperation bubbling to the surface. "There has to be another way. I can't just accept this. Why would he had wanted to force me into an arrange marriage? "

His closest men exchanged uneasy glances, aware of the weight of their boss's predicament. The air in the room grew heavy with the burden of tradition, obligation, and the tangled legacies that bound the family.

Mr. Reynolds spoke carefully, "I understand your frustration, Harry, but the legal avenues are limited. Your father's will is a binding document, and to contest it would invite unnecessary complications."

Harry, his frustration unabated, slammed his fist onto the desk. "I won’t marry. There has to be a way to negotiate”.

The room, bathed in the warm glow of dim lighting, served as an impromptu council chamber. Lex and Charlie, flanking Harry's side, exchanged glances laden with a shared history of camaraderie. The atmosphere was charged with an air of urgency as Harry, seated behind the mahogany desk, contemplated the weight of his father's will.

Alexander Turner or Lex, an imposing figure with an aura of controlled intensity, stood tall beside Harry. His sharp features and piercing green eyes bore witness to the challenges he had weathered over the years in the service of the Styles’ family. Born into a legacy of organized crime, Lex's loyalty was forged through shared experiences and a sense of duty that transcended familial ties.

On the other side of the desk, Charlie exuded a quiet confidence befitting his role as the financial mind of the English Mafia. Dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, he carried an air of sophistication that belied the shrewd calculations beneath the surface.

All three were young, but they were the new generations of the family. Alexander and Charles fathers had served Arthur until their last day. They had diligently trained their sons just like Arthur had shaped Harry into the man that he was.

The door closed behind Mr. Reynolds, leaving the trio alone in the room. Lex broke the tense silence, his voice a low rumble. "Harry, negotiating with Federico Castellano is a dangerous game. The man is not known for compromise, especially when it comes to matters of family and honor.”

Charlie, his gaze fixed on Harry, added, "And marrying Y/N Castellano might be the most pragmatic solution. It not only secures the alliance but also ensures a smoother transition of power. Your father knew the importance of alliances in our world.”

Harry, frustrated and conflicted, leaned back in his father's chair. "I won't be forced into a marriage, especially one that feels like a strategic move. I need a way out of this without sacrificing my autonomy."

Lex, his loyalty unwavering, stepped forward. "Harry, sometimes sacrifice is necessary. This whole shit thrives on alliances, and Castellano is not someone you want as an adversary."

Charlie nodded in agreement. "Your father foresaw the challenges ahead. Perhaps this marriage is a way to strengthen the bonds that hold the English Mafia together. It's about survival, Harry. The last thing you want is the Italian’s bagging on your door within the first month as the boss”.

Lex began, his eyes locking with Harry's. "Marrying Y/N doesn't mean you have to let it affect your personal life. You can keep that separate. It's just a strategic alliance on paper.”

Harry regarded Lex with a furrowed brow, unsure of the path his closest friend was suggesting.

Lex continued, "Think about it, Harry. Marrying Y/N is a small price to pay for securing the future of the English Mafia. It doesn't mean you have to care for her or be faithful. It's just a marriage on paper, a symbol of unity."

Charlie, though quieter by nature, nodded in agreement. "He's right, Harry. It's about securing your positions and ensuring stability”.

Harry, caught between the legacy he inherited and the desire for autonomy, rubbed his temples. "It's not that simple. Marrying on paper might be one thing, but it's not just about appearances. It's about what that marriage represents, the expectations it carries."

Lex placed a firm hand on Harry's shoulder. “We're suggesting you play the game strategically, like your father did."

Harry, grappling with conflicting emotions, took a deep breath. Sacrifices had to be made.

The grandeur of the manor loomed ahead, its imposing facade a testament to the legacy of power that resided within its walls. The air was thick with anticipation as Y/N Castellano, accompanied by her father, Federico Castellano, approached the entrance. It had been five days since Arthur’s funeral. Harry had taken five days to digest the news before calling the Italians.

Y/N, a vision of sophistication and poise, carried herself with an air of quiet strength. Her hair cascaded in elegant waves around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with striking features. Her eyes, a deep shade, held a gaze that betrayed both intelligence and resilience. Dressed in a tasteful ensemble that accentuated her grace, she exuded a timeless beauty that mirrored the allure of the English aristocracy.

Federico, a seasoned figure in the world of organized crime, stood by his daughter's side with an air of stoicism. His graying hair and sharp features spoke of years spent navigating the intricate web of alliances and conflicts. The Castellano patriarch, clad in a tailored suit, bore the weight of responsibility with a demeanor that mirrored the unyielding nature of the Italian Mafia.

"Y/N," Federico's voice cut through the silence, cold and devoid of warmth. "This union is not a matter to be taken lightly. You will behave precisely as I expect, and failure is not an option."

Y/N, her eyes meeting her father's, felt a chill in the air as he continued, "You are a Castellano, and our reputation is paramount. If you fuck that reputation in any way, I will ensure the consequences are severe."

Federico's gaze bore into hers with an intensity that made her shudder. "Do you comprehend the gravity of this, Y/N? The Styles may seem like allies, but make no mistake, they will exploit any weakness."

He took a step closer, his tone lowering to a threatening whisper. "Should you embarrass the Castellano name, I won't hesitate to make an example of you. There are ways to deal with those who fail to uphold the family honor."

Y/N, her composure wavering under the weight of her father's words, managed a nod. Federico, unsatisfied with the gesture, continued with a more sinister edge to his voice, "I have spent a lifetime building our family's power. I will not tolerate your incompetence jeopardizing everything we've achieved."

He leaned in, his breath chilling against Y/N's ear as he uttered words that sent a shiver down her spine. "Remember, blood ties can be severed. Fail me, and you'll find out just how disposable family can be."

“Yes father” She simply responded, too scared to object.

As they were escorted into the manor, Harry awaited in a room adorned with opulent furnishings and subdued lighting. The air, charged with a delicate tension, carried the weight of unspoken expectations.

"Y/N, Mr. Castellano, welcome," Harry greeted with a nod, gesturing for them to take a seat.

Y/N's eyes flickered with a blend of curiosity and reserve as she took in the surroundings. Her father, a man of few words, inclined his head in acknowledgment.

"Thank you for having us, Styles," Federico replied, his voice carrying the authority of a seasoned leader.

Seated across from each other, the conversation turned to the logistics of the impending union. The delicate dance of negotiations unfolded, each party navigating the intricacies of a strategic alliance.

“I think it’s best to get this wedding out of the way. Don’t you think, Styles?” Federico asked as he reached out for the whiskey that he had been served. “I am sure that you want to claim your rightful place as the new boss”.

Harry found himself caught in a web of conflicting desires. On one hand, the prospect of the approaching wedding loomed, a duty to fulfill for the sake of family alliances. Yet, the allure of remaining single a bit longer tugged at him, whispering promises of freedom and unbridled pursuits.

There were things on his agenda, a few weeks of bachelorhood he wished to savor, experiences he yearned to indulge in before the weight of matrimony settled upon him. Harry knew well that once he tied the knot with Y/N, the whispers within the family would be relentless. The constraints of a committed relationship, especially with a woman like Y/N, hinted at the end of his carefree liaisons.

Observing her since her arrival, Harry noted a certain submissive demeanor in Y/N. Whenever her father intervened, her voice would fall silent, a quiet agreement to authority. In some strange way, Harry found himself drawn to this quality. The idea of having a partner who willingly yielded to his control aligned with his inclination for dominance.

"In a month," Harry finally responded, his eyes briefly glancing down at his watch. "It would give everyone enough time to prepare."

"I agree," Federico replied tersely, "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

As Federico left the room, Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Her father's threats lingered in the air, but for the moment, she could breathe a bit more freely. She was acutely aware of his penchant for action, and the gravity of his warnings weighed heavily on her.

"I'm sorry about all of this," Y/N finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I'm sure the last thing you want is to get married to a complete stranger."

"Don't," Harry raised his hand, cutting her off before she could say anything more. "Let's get this straight from the beginning. We aren't friends, and we will never be. Let alone have any kind of relationship.”

Y/N, though taken aback, maintained a composed exterior. Although after she had processed the words that had just come out of his mouth, she was ready to speak.

“Wow! You really are what they say.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. "And what is that?"

"A selfless asshole with no heart."

“Precisely” Harry's gaze hardened as he delivered a cold response, his tone devoid of emotion. “The only connection I'm open to having with you is purely for pleasure.”

"Pleasure?" Y/N giggled, a condescending smile playing on her lips. "You are more pathetic than I thought if you believe that I would just jump in bed with you.”

Harry was surprised. She wasn't as submissive as he had assumed; her demeanor was simply a façade, a reflection of her fear of her father. A flicker of intrigue crossed his eyes — a challenge that piqued his interest. It wasn't merely about breaking her; it was about unraveling the layers that shielded her true nature.

"Everyone breaks. It's just a matter of time, pet," he said confidently, a sinister edge to his words. "Once we are married, you are all mine, and I'll be able to do whatever I want with you." His voice carried a dark certainty, a proclamation of dominance that echoed in the tense space between them.

Federico eventually returned, and Y/N fell into a silent watchfulness. Her eyes, however, never left Harry's, a determination burning within them. She was resolute in her commitment to prove him wrong. Despite her willingness to be friends and genuinely get to know him, Harry's overwhelming ego had created an impenetrable barrier, leaving her disappointed.

Y/N had approached this arrangement with hope and openness, praying that her husband would be different from her father, that she could finally break free from the suffocating constraints of her family's expectations. She had wished for a chance at freedom, a life unburdened by the shadows of her past. However, Harry's demeanor shattered those hopes, leaving her grappling with the harsh reality of her circumstances. The prospect of marriage now loomed as a prison rather than a pathway to the liberation she had yearned for.

The sudden intrusion of the door swinging open shattered the fragile peace. A figure, disheveled and agitated, burst into the room, his eyes wide with urgency. The men gathered around the desk turned their attention to the unexpected visitor.

"Harry," the man stammered, breathless from the urgency of his news.

Harry's brows furrowed as he rose from his chair. "What's going on?"

The man took a moment to catch his breath and approached him before delivering the unsettling revelation in a hushed tone. "Someone's took your father’s body out of the grave. We caught the bastard before he could do anything to the body, and he's in the back room. You need to see this."

“I must take care of this” Harry, his jaw tight with restrained anger, nodded sharply. "Take me to him." Harry wasn’t going to apologize to the family. He had priorities and discussing where is wedding was going to take place wasn't one of them. Harry left Federico and Y/N to fend for themselves.

The group hurried through the corridors of the manor, the sense of foreboding growing with each step. The back room, usually reserved for private meetings, now harbored an unexpected intruder.

As they reached the room, the door swung open to reveal a figure, bound and battered. The man, with fear in his eyes, glanced up as Harry entered.

"What the hell is this?" Harry demanded, his voice a low growl.

The informant stepped forward, explaining, "We found him defacing the grave. Seems he's got some personal grudge against your father."

Harry's gaze bore into the intruder. "Who are you, and who sent you?”

The man, battered and broken, spat out a defiant response. "Fuck off”.

Harry smiled, savoring the reaction he had just elicited from the man. The flicker of fear in his eyes only fueled Harry's determination, validating his next course of action. In his mind, the man's response justified what he was about to do next. He wasn't merely seeking compliance; he intended to break him, to reduce him to a point where he would beg for the mercy of a swift end.

"Take him to the dungeon," Harry commanded, the words carrying an air of cold authority. The ominous directive hung in the air, a prelude to the torment that awaited the unfortunate man. As the guards moved forward to carry out the order, Harry's smile widened, fueled by the anticipation of the power he held over those who dared to challenge him.

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Sleepy Baby

A/N: hi! this lowkey accidentally happened to me when i was sick and forgot i took two Benadryl previously and took two more not even two hours later. sooooo this is the product of that

Summary: Harry is a big name mafia leader but he has the softest spot for you. You're his favorite girl. So, when he gets home from a business meeting to find you unresponsive, he goes crazy....

the one where Y/N takes a sleeping pill to get to sleep on the night Harry has a dangerous meeting and everything goes very very wrong.

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[warning: pills/drugs, language, violence, angst, anxiety, guns, mentions of death]

*note: if you feel like you will find this in any way triggering, please do not read. your mental health is more important then this fic*

Tired. Endlessly tired.

That’s been your life for the past few weeks. Harry has been in his study and going in meetings more lately. If he had a normal job, this wouldn’t bother you nearly as much, but he is one of the most notorious mafia leaders in London, so it’s a...little different.

Every time he steps out of the house, he is in danger, and that plays on your biggest worries. What if something happened to him at these meetings? What if he didn’t make it home to you?

That fear and worry is what lead you to do exactly what you did that morning.

The only time Harry has left his office is for his morning runs. That’s when you decided to take your chance. Your heart was racing in your chest as you crept towards his desk.

It wasn’t that Harry was secretive with his work. He just preferred to keep you away from everything. You tried to get him to talk to you when he was stressed about things, but he doesn’t want you involved with anything.

When you made it to his desk, he had scattered papers everywhere. Without touching anything you looked across the piles and found a sheet of paper with names, contacts, and duties. Exactly what you were looking for.

That was last week. You got what you needed and tonight, with Harry gone, your anxiety is skyrocketing. There is something he hasn’t been telling you and in his line of work...that’s utterly frightening.

“Ugh,” you throw your head to look up at the ceiling as if it would have answers. The bottle in your hang feels heavy and foreign, but it seems like the only way you will get some much needed rest now that Harry left for his meetings.

The usual guards on the compound do not come in the house. They only serval the property for any potential threats, so you are completely along with your thoughts and the bottle of pills in your hands.

This is the only way. You tried everything you could think of. Every alternative has not worked, so the only option you have is to use pills that are meant to get you to sleep.

You did your research though. Temazepam.

That’s what you asked for. You would usually need a prescription for that kind of drug, but having a mafia leader as a boyfriend had its perks...even if he has no idea you got a hold of them. The drug is highly addicting but you would only use it when your anxiety gets too bad when Harry leaves, like tonight.

The pill isn't that large. It's an ominous white color, and your only way to get some sleep tonight. You take a deep breath and walk into the kitchen for a glass of water. Harry left about three hours ago and won't be home for at least another four. When you fill the glass, you throw the pill back and swallow. A shiver runs down your spine at the feel of it going down your throat.

Rolling your shoulders back, you decide to get a midnight snack before heading to bed where you will finally fall asleep tonight. After looking at the pantry for a few minutes, you spot your favorite pretzels on the top shelve. You carefully climb up the step stool that Harry bought for you and grab the bag. When you get down, you misjudge the distance and twist your foot in an odd angle

Some pretzels fly out of the bag and land on the floor. You groan in slight pain, but not enough to feel like it's broken. Without stepping on the pretzels, you carefully make your way to the refrigerator to grab the cream cheese. When you open the door, you feel a sudden wave of dizziness.

Has it been an hour already?

A quick glance to the clock tells you it has only been fifteen minutes since you took the pill, but a black fog is luring you into droopiness.

Your throat starts to feel tight and breathing becomes one of the hardest things. Since when did you have to focus on standing upright so much?

You drop the cream cheese and pretzel bag, making an even bigger mess than before but your only focus is making it to your room to sleep on your bed.

One foot after the other is your focus. You barely register your hand clutching to the wall for balance, or the way the pictures fall and shatter on the floor.

Everything starts to get blurry quickly. This isn't how this was supposed to go. This was supposed to be peaceful and now you are stumbling through the house trying not to succumb to that pull in your mind to just give in.

The darkness in the corner of your eyes starts to fade more into view. You can see your bedroom door pushing open but it seems almost out of body at this point. All you have to do is get into the bed.

Right as you reach the bed, you smile. The world finally stopped spinning for a brief moment...only for it to go black a second later.

~~~

Harry has had one hell of a night. The past few weeks have been more stressful than usually because he found out some lower level member has been messing with his packages. Something seems to be going on, but the harder he looks, the less he sees. It's entirely frustrating.

All he wants to do is cuddle with you and watch your favorite movies. You are his biggest weak spot and that's the reason he works so hard to keep you out of everything. He doesn't want you hurt in any way.

When Harry, Niall and Liam all pull up to the gate leading to the house, they greet the night guard and receive the nightly report.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Y/N went to the mall to get a new sweater and then to their favorite takeout for dinner.

Harry can't wait to get back inside to give you a quick cuddle before he gets back to work.

"I think Tony is onto something," Liam says as they walk up to the door.

"I was thinking the same. He said Jones was receiving way too many calls lately for this to be a coincidence. Honestly--" he stops mid-sentence.

Harry looks up at the two men who seem frozen in the doorway. Suddenly a chill ran up his spine at the sight of his two best men frozen with a look of alert on their faces. He quickly pushes past them to see, and he nearly drops to his knees at the mess of the place.

There is shattered glass everywhere in the hall. The refrigerator door hangs open, shining light on the food spilt everywhere. It looks as if a struggle took place in his kitchen.

All three men draw their guns, ready for anything they might encounter. Well, not anything. The past few months you and Harry have been together, all the men in his inner circle completely fell under your spell. Everyone you met, including Harry, has grown to adore you in such a way that they would do anything to make you happy. It's been such a nice change since it was not like that before you met Harry.

They all step forward throughout the house checking everywhere for any sign of danger. When Harry gets to your bedroom, he takes a deep breath before slowly opening the cracked door.

Harry has seen some of the most gruesome things a person could think of, things that cause grown men to develop nightmares, but seeing you laying unmoving on the floor with haunt him for the rest of his days.

He quickly holsters his gun and runs to your side.

"Y/N?" he carefully shakes your body, taking in any physical harm.

When you don't respond to him, his stomach drops. This is his worse nightmare. You where hurt when he wasn't here. Before he can work himself up much more he hears Niall and Liam walking into the room.

"Boss?" Niall quietly asks, knowing how close to seeing red Harry is.

Harry looks their way, a storm brewing in his green eyes. They zone in on the item Liam his holding out to him. It's familiar. The orange bottles are standard. The bottle looks exactly like a normal medical grade one, but that was exactly what it was supposed to look like. It was the lid that he was looking at. The classic white lid held his symbol on it. These were his pills.

He quickly stands up to grab the bottle looking to see what it was. Liam seemed to beat him to it.

"It's Temazepam, H," he grunts out, "But there's something weird about the pill. It's not the same as the ones we get in the shipment."

Thoughts rush through Harry's brain a mile, a minute. Pieces of the missing puzzle seem to fall into place. He looks at his two men and they already know what he was going to say. They nod and leave the room to make some calls.

He turns to you, still peacefully out on the floor. His honey baby...

"Oh, Y/N," he sighs, picking you up and placing you on the bed, "What did you get yourself into?"

Niall and Liam will track down the seller and Harry will deal with the traitor in the morning.

Harry kisses your head softly and pulls the covers over the both of you. Yes, he is extremely pissed right now, but he wants to be there for you now even in your state.

~~~

A rhythmic tapping is the first thing you start to notice. A tapping that seems to intensify when you focus more on coming out of that peaceful fog.

"Ugh," your throat too dry for you to do much more than groan.

Every muscle in your body seems to protest when you attempt to move and you instantly regret everything from the night before. There are other ways fall asleep than taking those evil pills. Nothing is worth this feeling.

"You're awake," a deep voice startles you from the corner of the room. You squeeze your eyes shut in pain after you whipped your head in that direction.

You slowly open you eyes again to see your Harry...no. Not your Harry. Your Harry smiles with his dimples in the morning and kisses your nose. Your Harry has a carefree air around him and brightens up every room he is in.

This version of the man you love is the mafia leader. The Harry Styles, cutthroat leader who doesn't take any shit from anyone. He is holding the bottle you bought last week and you know there is no way to take yourself out of this. You gulp down your nerves before sitting up. Every muscle is screaming at you to lay back down, but you know he won't take you seriously if you are vertical like that.

Over the time in your relationship, you have only fought with Harry once. He was being an asshole, as usual, and you yelled at him then made him sleep in the guest room. He seemed fine with it at the time, still trying to keep his pride, but came whining like a little puppy at 2am begging you to forgive him.

This was not going to be like last time.

You sigh before opening your mouth, your voice comes out croaky from the dryness, "H, I know you're mad--"

"Mad?" he interrupts in a chilling voice, "Mad is when you don't text me when you make it home from a shopping trip right away. Mad is when you don't understand how important you are to me." He uncrosses his legs to lean forward with his connected hands on his knees. "This is furious."

You flinch back at the word. He did not yell. That wasn't his style. You meet his eyes trying to convey how sorry you are.

He carefully gets up and goes to the table in the corner of your room to grab a glass waiting there. "I thought you were smart, Y/N?" he grabs the pitcher of water harshly before pouring the glass, "Honestly, this has to be the stupidest thing you have ever done! And the worst part is, you could have died! How do you think I’d feel if I lost the love of my life?" His words came out strangled as his emotions started to come out.

“That’s rich coming from someone who literally leads a gang and sells cocaine for funzies,” you huff out, grabing the water glass and chugging it down.

“What did you just say?” Harry meets your eyes in a fury.

“I said,” you square your shoulders “You’re one to talk.” A single tear falls down your cheeks. Everything from the past few months seems to pile up and is just ready to break out of the cage you placed it in.

“Baby,” Harry sighs, some of his fury leaving him. His features seem to soften as you try to hold the tears in your eyes back.

“Maybe if I knew what was going on half the time, I wouldn’t worry as much but you keep me in the dark Harry!” your voice raises with the emotion coming from it, “You have been working nonstop the last few weeks and leaving at all hours of the night. You know I have trouble sleeping when you’re gone,” you sit back on the bed and finally let everything you’ve been holding in, out, “H, I’m so scared that one day when you leave, you won’t come back to me.”

You feel the bed dip to your right, and then his strong arms are around you, stroking your hair.

“I didn’t realize you felt this way,” he kisses your hair, pulling you close.

You sigh and lean into his hold, “I should have told you sooner. It’s just...I have trouble with sleeping when you aren’t here. I tried everything. This was just my last option.” Harry isn’t sure what to say right now, so you continue on. “I watch you leave every night and only hope you come home in the morning. Harry this is exhausting and the worst part of all of this is that I feel left out of a big part of your life. I get that what you do is dangerous, but you don’t tell me anything! I know something has been going on the past few weeks and you won’t let me in! What am I supposed to do?”

It’s quiet for a moment. You stood up in the middle of your speech to start pacing. All the thoughts in your head are scattering around and you aren’t even sure you made sense.

“Y/N, baby,” he meets you where you are and his thumbs catching a few stray tears, “I just want you to be safe,” he brings you tight to his chest, kissing your forehead.

“I want that for you too,” you whisper, afraid that anything louder will cause another meltdown. You hear him sigh before pulling back to look at you again. His face is unreadable for a moment before he closes his eyes in resolution.

“Is what you said true?” Harry asks. He continues when he sees your eyebrows drawn together, “Do you really feel left out of my life when I’m trying to keep you safe from that side of me?”

You pause to really think about it for a moment. It’s not that you feel left out, or that you even want to be a part of the mafia, but you want to be with Harry in every way possible. You want to be someone who he leans on for everything... including this.

“Yes,” you nod confidently, “You aren’t as scary and mysterious as you think you are Styles,” you laugh cheekily.

A wicked smile graces his lips. You never missed a meeting after that.

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Hurting

Summary: The one where Y/N gets hurt for being the girl of a mafia leader and Harry makes them pay with their lives.

Content warnings: mention of violence. A part from that, i’d say this one’s pretty clean

Part 1 of His weakness, a mafia!harry short story.

A/N: by no means I’m trying to romanticise this lifestyle, it’s pure fiction x

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By the time Y/N rang Harry’s doorbell, the pain had only increased. Her hand was pressed against her hip, fingers deep in her skin trying to alleviate the stabbing pain that came from it as her face turned into a grimace. One that she hid as soon as her boyfriend opened the front door.

“Thought you’d never come,” Harry greeted her, chuckling, as he moved away from the door to let her into his house. She smiled, walking pass him and towards the couch, ready to let her body fall onto it and rest.

“Yeah, parking in this neighbourhood is always a challenge, you know that. So I’ve spent some good twenty minutes driving around,” she replied, half lying. That one part was true, though: she always found a parking spot a few blocks away from his, but never any nearer by, so she ended up having to go to his house by feet.

That day in particular, however, she managed to park almost immediately, so she should have knocked on his door much sooner, which they made sure she did not. Just when she got out of her car, five hooded guys appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t recognise them, not only because the streets were dark, but also because she had actually never seen them before. She just knew they were there as a threaten; by hurting her they would make sure their message would get to Harry Styles, who not only was her lover, but also the head of the mafia. So that was what those strangers did; they threw her to the sidewalk and kicked her body until she couldn’t move anymore. She tried to defend herself, but they outnumbered her.

Y/N didn’t know how or when, but she had suddenly become a collateral damage of her partner’s businesses.

Harry smiled in her direction and stretched his hand to grab her before she could reach the sofa. Her tattooed arm wrapped around her abdomen, pulling her in for a hug. With her back to him, Y/N instinctively closed her eyes the moment she felt his touch on her aching skin. Her teeth clenched from the pain, but she didn’t say a word.

“Did I do something, woman?,” he chuckled again, and turned her around so that their faces were one in front of the other, “Don’t I get a kiss today?,” he smirked, and grabbed her chin between his fingers, before pressing his lips on hers. His other hand found the hem of her sweater and sneaked under it, resting on her hip. The sole gesture made Y/N hold her breath, her stomach contracting from the pain, and Harry noticed.

He pulled away enough to properly see her face, his hands no longer touching her. “What’s wrong, baby?,” he frowned, and waited for her to answer. She took some time to scan his face, debating wether to tell him or not. She may have taken way too much because Harry grabbed the ends of the fabric and lifted it enough to see her abdomen before she could even realise what he was doing.

His eyes widened, his jaw clenching right after. He immediately knew what had happened. “I’ll fucking kill them,” he hissed, blood boiling in his veins.

Y/N gulped, moving Harry’s hands and pulling the sweater back down. His eyes then moved up to her, and his gaze softened.

“I’m fine, it’s just-,” she quickly replied, trying to play the matter down.

But Harry didn’t let her do so. “Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?” he asked her, “Come here. Lay on the couch.”

She did as told, while Harry went to the bathroom to pick his first-aid kit. When he came back, Y/N could see by the look on his face he was furious. His eyebrows were deeply frown, and his eyes a dark green. He kneeled in front of her, the kit open by his side and ready to be used.

“Harry…, it’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is,” he spat, pulling at his hair in frustration. He then remembered Y/N was not to blame and that his anger shouldn’t be directed to her, and calmed down. “They shouldn’t know about you, Y/N,” he sighed. For the past months he had made sure to keep her a secret, not wanting anyone to touch a single inch of her. But he seemed to have failed such easy task because someone had definitely found about her and used her to hurt him, which they succeeded in. He bended over her cautiously, kissing her lips, “I’m sorry…, I’m sorry, baby, I’ve never wanted to put you in danger.”

“I’m fine…, I just need some rest,” she flashed him a soft smile and he nodded, wanting to believe her words.

“I need to take off your sweater first. I’m gonna treat your wounds and feel your abdomen to make sure everything’s fine, alright?” She nodded, and leaned in enough for Harry to pull the fabric out of her. When she rested her back again on the couch, she couldn’t help but clench her teeth in pain once more. “You’re okay now, sweet girl, I’m gonna take care of you,” he assured her, leaving a tender kiss to her shoulder.

She had scratches all over her hips and stomach, and on her elbows, as well. He passed a piece of gauze over her wounds and disinfected them, watching her tense from the stinging. Then, he cautiously palpated her ribs and abdomen, looking for signs of broken bones or possible haemorrhages.

“Harry,” she groaned uncomfortably.

“I know it hurts, baby. I’m being as careful as possible, I promise.”

“That one spot hurts so bad,” she whined a few seconds later, grabbing his wrist to stop him from touching it more, “I think there’s something broken there.” And it did look like she had a couple of ribs more damaged than expected, which made Harry frown hard, worried.

“I’m gonna dress that spot, okay? I’ll call my friend Sam to come check it out first thing in the morning,” he replied, regretting not being able to do more for her. Taking her to the hospital was not a viable option.

As soon as Harry had wrapped the bandage around her rib cage, he entwined his hand with hers, lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

“That was scary,” she mumbled, the images of what happened coming back to her. She had always felt safe both with or without him near her, but now she feared something bad could happen to her if he wasn’t there to stop it. Harry moved his eyes from her hand to her face, his countenance softening even more after hearing her words.

“It won’t happen again, you’ve got my word.” Because if there was someone he was willing to protect with his life, that was her, his precious girl.

“Indeed,” Sam concluded, looking at Y/N, “You have two fractured ribs, but nothing that can’t be fixed with rest and some painkillers. Do not lift weight or perform any other activity that could cause you pain or increase your discomfort. You’ll get back to normal within the next two months.”

Sam smiled and she did, too, happy with the prognosis.

"Anything else?" Sam asked, turning to look at Harry.

He shook his head, one of his hands tucked under his armpit, while his free one picked at his bottom lip. He had that same posture throughout Y/N’s entire checkout, a bit uneasy in case his friend would find something disturbing in her body. “No, that was all. Thanks, mate."

Sam nodded and squeezed his shoulder goodbye before heading towards the door. He already knew the way out of that house. Now that he was a recently graduated doctor, Harry counted on him whenever one of his guys were injured or needed a checkout.

The two youngsters knew each other since preschool, the fact that Sam was a doctor was just a bonus.

“See? It’s not a big deal,” Y/N turned to look at Harry, a triumphant smile between her lips. Just like him, she was relieved, too, to know that her pain was temporary. She then patted on the empty spot next to her, asking him with that simple gesture to lay with her on his king-size bed.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he admitted, letting out the sigh he hadn’t realised he had been holding in until then.

He walked to the bed, taking his shoes off. But before climbing in with her, he took his phone out of the front pocket of his sweatpants.

Nothing, no text messages. So he slid it back where it was; not without wrinkling his nose first in disappointment.

As soon as he laid on the bed, Y/N snuggled next to him, making a painful grimace while doing so, “Ah, shit. I need these painkillers to begin to take effect soon.”

Harry chuckled, passing an arm around her shoulders and caressing the side of her head. “Take it easy, baby. Sam said that for it to be good, the recovery must be slow.” She huffed and puffed, so he added: “Sam didn’t say this but I do: patience is key. So please, do not exasperate. It’ll all pass by quicker than you think.”

She clicked her tongue at his words, not so sure about them, “These will be the longest two months of my life.”

“Probably,” Harry admitted, and turned his body to the side enough to be facing her, their faces just inches apart, “But I’ll be here with you and I’ll take care of you, and you won’t have to worry about anything but your recovery, alright?”

She nodded, thanking him with her eyes.

“Good,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “Now get some sleep. You barely rested last night because of the pain, I know you’re exhausted.”

“I am,” she replied, fighting back a yawn.

She clinched harder to him, considering wether to ask the question or not. She was not very sure if the answer would satisfy her, but she let the words out anyway.

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but even then he could tell the fear in her voice.

He clenched his jaw, hating to know the previous night’s event were the reason behind it. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m on house arrest with you until further notice,” he joked, trying to erase her worries.

She giggled and kissed his cheek loudly before drifting off to sleep.

Harry stood there, trying his best not to move much to not wake her nor her pain up.

He didn’t know how long he had been holding her against him when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Being as careful as possible, he grabbed it in his hand and clicked on the hidden notification.

When he read the message, he nodded to himself. He felt a weight lifting off his shoulders.

Now he could put his body and mind to rest, too, because no one would dare to hurt his girl and live to tell the tale.

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