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g-xix · 6 months

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🔞Lockdown Vids | [KINKTOBER]

[Harry W2S + WillNE + ChrisMD]

"Harry, your food's just come!" Pushing Harry's door open, I saw my boyfriend swivel round in his chair, Will, Stephen and Chris cheer on the computer screen in front of him.

ng Harry's door open, I saw my boyfriend swivel round in his chair, Will, Stephen and Chris cheer on the computer screen in front of him.

"Ohhh, I don't want whatever you've got me, Stephen." I watched as Harry put his head in his hands, myself laughing lightly before going to tousle his hair and lean down to see the boys on his screen.

"What's this lockdown mukbang's collab theme?" I asked Chris, leaning back and sitting on Harry's lap. I felt his arm wrap around my waist, fingers lightly brushing over my fabric top as he toyed with my tee-shirt.

"Well, today we're going for what we agreed to last time," Chris started explaining his video exuberantly. "Everyone's ordering for the person that ordered for themselves last week-"

I felt my breathing hitch as Harry's fingers dipped under my thin tee-shirt, his fingers gently skimming my stomach and running along the sides of my skin. I gulped, trying to ignore the soft feeling of Harry's gentle touch, trying to focus on Chris's words. It was unclear whether Harry's touch was intentionally sensual, or whether it was just my hormones that had me feeling a tad more aroused than normal, thoughts already going left with just the slightest of Harry's touch.

"W-wow, that's really fantastic, C-Chris..." I spoke, my words jumbling as I tried to piece my words together. "How're you, square."

I laughed and leaned back onto Harry's chest as Will let out an "OI!".

"I'm not a square, you... you..."

"If she was a shape you know damn well she'd be an hourglass, Will." Chris finished his sentence for him.

A blush creeped onto my face, my hips shuffling at the compliment. Harry's hand found a place to sit against my side, holding onto me possessively as if I might leave.

"She might be an hourglass but she's got the face of a wrong'un." Will shook his head. "Not that it's bad, just that it makes me want to do bad things to it."

Chris then started "What, are you trying to insinuate you wanna face fuc--

"Yeah, well she's taken boys." Harry spinned the chair so that he could be seen behind me as well- a sick-of-it expression drawn onto his face.

"Doesn't mean you couldn't take two more though, does it, Camille?" Chris winked with his dazzling smile and signature confidence, only making me more flustered, the blush on my face evident.

"I..." I found it hard to put my words together and tell him I didn't. It was only when Harry squeezed my side with his hand, I found myself able to answer again. "I think you'll find Harry is fulfilling enough as it is."

I leaned behind me to look into Harry's blue eyes, their cornflower calmness and his cute uneven stubble. The straight nose and sweet pink lips which my fingers traced slowly, before I leaned down to press a kiss to his them, setting his takeout bag to the side of his desk and giving him a hug before slowly getting up from his lap.

"I'll be hovering in the background, let me know if you need me." I smiled at Harry, waving goodbye to the boys also before turning and walking out of frame to lounge on Harry and I's bed- all just to hear Will's voice proclaim.

"Goodness, she's just as good-lookin' from behind as well, i'nt she?"

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"What is it now?" I leaned down so that I was eye-level with the computer screen, smiling at the mildly-drunk boys who looked up happily at the company.

"Cam, we need you to tell us which of us boys is hottest photoshopped as a girl." Stephen said with a completely straight face. I blinked a moment before looking in the chat which Harry graciously opened up.

"Will, you're quite pretty as a girl, aren't you..." I mumbled as I scanned across the photos.

"Takes one to know one, lovely." He responded, raising his beer up before taking a sip. I rolled my eyes.

"Not a bad jawline, Chris- Stephen, you just look like your sister- and Harry is the prettiest to me." I leaned back, sitting on Harry's leg and resting my head on his shoulder. "How much longer is your recording gonna be, boys?"

"Shouldn't be too long, Cam," Chris responded, checking the clock behind him. "We're just going on a five minute break, now-"

"Good, I need a bloody piss." Stephen ran off of his little screen in a questionable outfit, his even sillier run making everyone crack up a bit.

"I'll be back in a few too, you guys- don't get up to anything without me!" Chris left his setup, Will also doing so just a moment later, leaving Harry and I alone together for a moment. I lifted myself onto my knees, swinging myself around so that I straddled Harry- perching on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck, looking into his happy face- smile round and genuine and eyes crinkled into happy ovals.

"Your shoot isn't going to be too much longer, is it?" I asked, letting a hand run into his hair and play with his soft brunette locks.

"Not too much longer," He hummed. I knew he always loved me playing with his hair- especially when I pulled and tugged at it. "Why'd you ask?"

I leaned into him, pulling an earphone out of his ear and whispering "I want you," in it, before shuffling up his lap so that my core was pressed against his wood through his joggers.

Harry bit his lip at the feeling, smile turning into a smirk as he looked back up to my needy eyes. "You gonna kiss me then, or what?"

I wasted no time in pressing my lips against his passionately, licking the sweet port off of his lips and kissing hungrily, my sensing getting drunk on the feeling of him slipping his hands under my shirt and caressing my tits as he kissed back, groaning as I lowered my hand down behind me and found his crotch, slipping my hand beneath his own waistband as my fingers trailed over his boxers, tracing over the hardening cock beneath the material as he pulled my top off and left me in my bra.

Harry pulled away for a moment to find his way between my shorts, pushing them and my panties to the side as his finger trailed from my clit right down to my core, making me lean into him and shiver at the pleasurable feeling.

"This wet already?" He smirked before both hands landed on my ass, playfully smacking it which caused me to let out a yelp before rolling my eyes.

"You know you aren't meant to slap my arse at every given opportunity."

"Sorry gorgeous," He said, with a grin so shit-eating it was laughable. "How ever could you forgive me?"

"Just shut up and put that mouth to better use."

"With pleasure."

He flipped me around, bending me over his desk and shoving his keyboard and pens to the side and pushing my shorts and panties down hurriedly, running his tongue between my core slowly before circling my sensitive spot causing me to elicit a laboured moan, my whole body tingling from the stimulation, and only feeling it moreso when Harry pushed his fingers into my hole and began pumping in, causing me to clench around his fingers and moan lewdly at the feeling of his digits slipping between my walls.

His tongue worked in small tight circles, finding a rhythm with his fingers that had me on to my tip toes, rocking and matching his thrusts with my hips, eyes screwed shut and muscles contracting as my moans became more breathy and desperate as I felt a pressure forming in the bottom of my core.

"Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna- I-I'm -"

He simply groaned into my pussy at my moans, the vibrations hitting my sensitive spot and pushing me over the edge, causing me to let out one final loud moan as all my muscles tensed, the knot in my stomach dissolving as Harry began licking my cum from my thighs like a drunken man, driving me into an overstimulation which only stopped when I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his head away from my core.

"Damn leech," I joked as I looked into his eyes, before pulling him up for a kiss. He fell back into his chair, pulling me back into it with a squeal as I held onto him, feeling just a bit bare considering all I wore was a bra, whilst he still wore his joggers and shirt. "Don't you want to join my naked-ness and take something off?"

Harry shrugged, pulling his shirt off and making me grin. He knew I loved his muscles. His shoulders and triceps, and that suble ab definition and chest muscle than shone beneath his skin. I pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, finding a tender spot between his collarbone and neck and licking and biting, causing him to elicit a moan as I pulled back to admire the bruise I'd left on his neck.

"Can't let you get away with that-" with that, Harry pulled me into him and pressed his head higher up my neck and beginning his hickey so that it'd be more visible, causing me to throw my head back to let out a noise- only to come face to face with his camera behind his setup....

The camera's light was still flashing red.

"HARRY!" He ripped his head from my neck and followed my finger, pointed straight at the camera with the flashing light indicating it was on.

"Shit, shit, shit-" Pulling his keyboard and mouse over, he hastily plugged and earphone into either of our ears and began rifling through his windows on the monitor, only to find that he was still unmuted, with his camera on and streaming in Discord- and Chris and Will were still in the call, both sat in their chairs with a look of bright red on their faces.

Holy shit...

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Another day, another kinktober post! Sure, I've only posted 2 smuts in the whole of the October month, but you guys can manage. Hopefully this makes up for some of the lack in updates, too. There is a part 2 on the roster as well so i suppose you can keep your eyes peeled for that too 👀👀

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minkyungseokie · 24 days

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Influencers

All my favorite YouTube and TikTok influencers that are rarely written about!

Arthurtv

Arthur Frederick, better known online as Arthur TV, is a Jersey commentary YouTuber known for his entertaining commentary and calm.

Wroetoshaw

Harold "Harry" Christopher George Lewis better known online as W2S (short for Wroetoshaw), is a Guernsey-British YouTuber known for his FIFA Draft and Pack videos. He is also widely known for his real-life challenges with his family and friends. Harry is one of the seven members of the Sidemen.

TBJZL

Tobit John "Tobi" Brown better known online as TBJZL (short for Tobjizzle), is an English YouTuber best known for his FIFA gaming videos. He is a member of the Sidemen.

Jake Webber

Jake Webber is an American YouTuber and musician who uploads vlogs, music, and challenge videos. He is also known for his quick-cutting videos. He also has a live channel where he often uploads food videos.

Fundy

Floris Damen better known online as Fundy (also known as ItsFundy and FFundage), is a Dutch YouTuber and Twitch streamer known for his alterations and videos about the game Minecraft.

George Clarkey

George Arthur Clarke better known online as George Clarkey, is an English YouTuber and TikToker, best known for his funny commentary & reaction videos about trending topics. He has co-hosted the popular podcast The Useless Hotline Podcast

ChrisMD

Christopher Michael Dixon better known online as ChrisMD , is a Jersey YouTuber best known for his football challenges and FIFA pack opening videos.,He lives in London, England, United Kingdom.

Corpse Husband

Corpse Husband also known as CORPSE, is an American YouTuber and musician from San Diego, California, United States. He is best known for his deep, distinguishable voice and playing Among Us with other YouTubers and Twitch streamers, along with his horror narrations.

Disguised Toast

Jeremy Wang better known online as Disguised Toast (or simply Toast), is an Taiwanese-born Canadian gaming YouTuber and Twitch streamer who mainly makes content around League of Legends and Among Us on both platforms.

Sykkuno

Thomas better known online as Sykkuno is an American YouTuber, live streamer, and former Twitch streamer who is mainly known for his gaming content.

The Eret

Alastair better known online as Eret (also known as TheEret), is an English gaming YouTuber known for playing Minecraft on YouTube and Twitch.

Spifey

George "Geo" Anderson better known online as Spifey, is an English Minecraft gaming YouTube channel that shows off older versions of the game. Some of the content on Spifey's channel include listening to certain annoying songs to win money for a long period of time with users of Minecraft on the servers and trolling his friends with cursed Minecraft mods

Skeppy

Zak Ahmed better known online as Skeppy, is an American YouTuber known for his Minecraft challenge videos involving numerous contestants and his collaborations with fellow YouTuber BadBoyHalo.

Quackity

Alexis "Alex" Maldonado better known online as Quackity (formerly QuackityHQ), is a Mexican YouTuber and Twitch streamer known for playing the video game Minecraft and his raid videos.

kennysong

Kenny Song is a famous TikTok star, Instagram star, and food influencer from the US. He shares Asian cuisine and simple meal and snack options. He also posts shorts videos alongside his cooking videos

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ketamineharry · 2 years

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Naked - Harry Lewis Requested: No Word Count: 890

Hey, you there

Can we take this to the next level

Baby do you dare?

Don’t be scared

‘Cause if you can say the words

I don’t know why I should care

For the past few months you and Harry had been walking on tenterhooks with each other; neither of you daring to explain to the other why. The truth was, as much as you knew that you had fallen hopelessly in love with the Guernsey boy and were far too afraid to bring it to his attention, terrified of sacrificing your friendship. For the matter of something so trivial, feelings.

Of course, you hoped that he felt the same way, but whenever you tried to bring it up to him, he would always find a way to dance around the subject before eventually changing the subject of the conversation to something else entirely. Only further shattering any hopes of trying to get him to understand.

You didn’t want to force this on him though, that was one thing that was absolutely concrete in your mind; so, if he didn’t want to talk about it. You supposed that you would just have to wait until he did and just try your best to overcome any of the mishaps that were thrown your way.

‘Cause here I am

I’m giving all I can

But all you ever do is mess it up

Yeah, I’m right here

I’m trying to make it clear

That getting half of you, just ain’t enough

The day of Behz and Faith’s baby shower rolled around. Although it was unlike either of you to willingly want to take the attention away from either of them. You just couldn’t stand it anymore.

Neither of you could be how you were with each other like you had been able to, no matter how much you both tried to cover it up and by this point, it was obvious to everyone else. Making them uncomfortable.

Reluctantly, you approached Harry and took him by the hand. The small gesture is enough to erupt a whole zoo full of animals within the depths of your stomach. “We need to talk.” You told him firmly, as you reached the very edge of the gazebo where the baby shower was held.

He slowly removed his hand from yours, eyes firmly on your own; as if they were baring into your soul. “What about?”, he asked softly. You took a deep breath and swallowed, not quite sure how to approach the next part. The part that you had been dreading since the realisation had dawned on you; revealing to him that you liked him, the imminent rejection and then the reality that no matter how hard you tried nothing would be the same.

“We can’t be friends anymore, Harry.” You whisper, eyes firmly placed to the ground. You could still feel his stare, no doubt a confused expression upon his face — you knew him too well to expect him to know what you were on about, he was oblivious to most things. Never mind when it came to feelings, he would rather avoid conversations like these at all costs. Which is exactly what he had been doing.

“I-I’m not quite sure I know what you mean, Y/N,” he stuttered, his nerves getting the better of him. He didn’t like confrontation at the best of times, which made you wonder whether you had been cruel to corner him off on his own. But, what use would the others be now?

Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you could hear it ringing loudly in your ears. There was no going back now. No returning to the tenterhooks you had been balancing on for months. You wondered if that would even be better.

“I can’t be friends with you Harry, because I have feelings for you. And, I know that you’ll eventually get a girlfriend, and as selfish as I know this is going to sound,” you took a deep breath, you had rushed what you were saying because if you didn’t you were afraid you weren’t going to say anything at all. “But when you do eventually find someone, I can’t pretend to sit there and be happy for you.” You finished.

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. This was it. The rejection. You waited in bated breath for it, just hoping it would come sooner, rather than later.

I’m not going to wait until your done

Pretending you don’t need anyone

I’m standing here naked

“You don’t need to worry about that.” He said slowly, contradicting how fast you had spoken. “You are the person I want Y/N, and I was just too awkward to say anything.” He continued. Forcing you to look at him.

For the first time in your life, you were speechless.

He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your lips together. As they connected, a feeling that you couldn’t describe took over your entire body. Although it was chaste, it was perfect.

You both pulled away, a slight blush on both of your cheeks. Everything was perfect.

As you walked back to the main group, hand-in-hand it dawned on you what the feeling was, pure ecstasy. The happiness of bearing yourself naked, only to reap the ultimate reward; Harry, was ecstasy.

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hollytoshaw · 16 hours

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noisy neighbour part two | harry lewis

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summary: in which y/n owns a coffee shop and harry is her noisy neighbour

word count : 5.7k

part one here

a/n: this is part two of my noisy neighbour series!!! read part one before this <3 there will be more parts to this as its a proper slow burnerrr. sorry for the slow updates i haven't forgotten about this series lol xxx

masterlist <3333

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Y/N had come to the conclusion that life was much better when she didn’t let silly lies get in her way. It had been a week since she had come clean to her noisy neighbour, or Harry, as she now knew him, and life couldn’t get any better.

After the pair had laughed about her moment of foolishness and how they were both a little too loud for their own good, they were able to move past it all and properly get to know the person they were living next door to.

Y/N found out more about Harry’s whole ‘Youtuber’ lifestyle. He was part of a group of seven boys that made videos that came out every Sunday, but he also had other channels in which he’d play computer games and do funny reaction videos—the source of all that playful shouting she had heard through the walls. He told her that he’d gotten bored of his old apartment and wanted a change of scenery, so he chose the small-scale but nonetheless nice flat next door to hers. He lived alone and was 27; his favourite colour was blue, and his favourite cake was chocolate. He liked coffee,cycling, surfing, and the occasional beer, and he loved travelling anywhere in the world, near or far; he just loved exploring places. He had two younger siblings, a brother and a sister, and was from a little channel island named Guernsey. Y/N had never been.

She told him all the little details she could think of about herself in return. She was always sort of bad at introductions, cringing when they used to say ‘’Tell us three facts about you’’ in school, never knowing what to say. But she managed nonetheless. She told him all about her dream of having a cafe of her own and how she came to do so. She loved old music, mainly Abba, to which he laughed and told her he knew already, making a playful jab at the singing he had heard from next door. She too lived alone but was 26; her favourite colour was green, and her favourite cake was lemon. She also liked coffee, not so much cycling or surfing, and opted for cider whenever she went to the pub. While she hadn’t been travelling much herself due to paying off her university debts and then starting up her coffee shop, she still shared the desire to travel anywhere in the world—far away from London.

It was such a breath of fresh air for Y/N. Owning a cafe all on her own meant early mornings and late nights, and her weekends were either spent visiting her parents or nestled away in her flat watching episodes of Vanderpump Rules or trying new recipes for baked goods that she was thinking about selling in the cafe. Because of this, she had found it hard to find time to make friends, and while she had her fair share, she barely saw them; they either had big city jobs or were living outside of London and starting a family. It just felt nice for Y/N to just sit and chat with someone a similar age to her and talk about nonsense for a while.

While the conversation the pair shared was cut short by Harry needing to get to work and record a podcast, they shared numbers (only in case one of them got a parcel for the other, of course), and Harry said he’d pop back in soon to finish where they left off.

So that was it. It had been a week, and she hadn’t seen him since, but that was all she could think about. It wasn’t even like Y/N had a crush, or so she convinced herself, but she longed to talk to him again; it just felt nice. While the occasional old lady that came into the cafe was great to chat with, asking away about how her day was going or what their plans were for the day, she still preferred the little chat she had with Harry; it just felt different, and she couldn’t put her finger on why.

But then she got all in her own head. Maybe he didn’t come back in because he realised she was a bit weird, having lied about living next door and that he was only being friendly and entertaining the conversation, but in reality, he didn’t want to be talking to her at all. Y/N knew she was probably getting a bit ahead of herself, but she couldn’t help but think the worst. She had always been a bit of a pessimist.

It was now Monday again, and the cafe had just begun to die down after the lunch rush. After cleaning tables and putting cups and saucers back in place, Y/N finally felt like she had it all under control. There was no one in the shop, and looking at the time, the clock read 1:00 p.m., a perfect chance for Y/N to have her lunch break. She had scoffed a croissant earlier that morning and topped herself up with flat whites throughout the day, but now she was starving. She walked over to the door, flipping the ‘open’ sign to ‘close’ and walked back behind the counter to prepare herself something nice to eat.

She wasn’t long into making a ham and cheese toastie when she heard three loud knocks on the glass door. Usually she’d shout ‘’We’re closed’’ and continue what she was doing, but another three knocks followed, and she thought she’d just let them in and eat her sandwich another time.

As she turned around, she saw a hooded figure standing outside the door—it was lashing rain in London today (shocker) —but she could barely make their face out through the raindrops on the door. Nearing closer, she realised it was Harry. After a week, he’d returned. Maybe her pessimism wasn’t always right.

Letting him in, she moved back as he took his coat off, the black puffer soaked from the awful weather.

''Hello, you,’’ he smiled, lifting the hood of his jumper from his head. ‘’Didn’t realise you closed this early.’’

‘’Hiya,’’ she smiled back. ‘’Just closed for lunch, that’s all.’’

Furrowing his brows, he replied, ''U-Oh, right, I can come back later if you’re busy.’’

She laughed, taking his coat from him to hang it up on the coat stand next to the door. ‘’Don’t be silly. I’m only having a toastie, nothing special.’’

‘’Lovely stuff,’’ he said, clapping his hands together and following her towards the counter.

‘’How’ve you been?’’ she asked. ‘’Horrible weather today, isn’t it?’’ Classic brit filling empty silence with talks of the weather.

‘’I know, proper pain in the arse,’’ he laughed. ‘’Been good, though. Just back from a holiday with the boys, but so typical, I’ve come back to the shittest weather possible.’’

''Ooh, lucky you,’’ Y/N smiled as she resumed the making of her lunch. ‘’Go anywhere nice?’’

‘’Went to the Maldives for two days for a video,’’ he said nonchalantly, ‘’was a good laugh though.’’

‘’Wow, that must've been unreal.’’ she gasped, placing her sandwich on a small green plate before looking back at him. ‘’Can I get you anything to eat? I feel like a knob if I’m sat scoffing my face and I’ve not made you anything.’’

Harry smiled, watching as the girl moved her plaited hair so that it was out of her face. He thought she was quite pretty with her hair tied back, freckled cheeks, and a peach-coloured blusher on her face. She was wearing her same old green apron, but instead of the jumper she had on the last time he saw her, she had a striped long-sleeve top paired with black jeans. Yeah, she was really quite pretty, he thought.

‘’No, I’m fine, thanks. I got a meal deal in the airport earlier,’’ he paused. ‘’And I’m trying to keep off the cakes, but they do look bloody brilliant today.’’

Y/N laughed, ''Well, you’re in the wrong place if you’re trying to keep off the sweet stuff. I got cakes coming out of my ears in this place.’’

The conversation felt easy for Y/N. It was almost weird to think about their first few conversations, stiff and awkward, thinking the other was a bit rude and not really interested in making small talk. But now, it felt like they could talk for ages; the initial uneasiness was now a distant memory.

‘’So what brings you here?’’ she started. ‘’Surprised you’re not straight to bed after that long flight.’’

They sat down at a little table in front of the counter, Y/N enjoying her lunch and Harry watching, fumbling with his fingers.

''Oh, trust me, I’m knackered.’’ he laughed. ‘’But I thought I’d pop in. Remember, I said I would last time, finish where we left off, and all.’’

Course Y/N was remembered. It had been all she thought about for the last seven days.

‘’Oh right, yeah’’ she said between mouthfuls of her sandwich. ‘’Well,tell me all about this Maldives trip then.’’

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A few days had passed since Y/N and Harry’s last encounter. And that was all she could think about.

After leaving her cafe to go back to his flat, the pair shared a few jokey text messages: Harry sending her random pictures he’d taken on his holiday and Y/N sharing snaps of new baked goods that she’d made, with him responding with a classic ‘Save me one.’ It was nothing serious, but it was nice to have playful conversations away from her busy working day and Harry’s video shoots.

Despite only a small proximity separating the pair, Y/N longed for the next time she might bump into him, almost hoping that a parcel would get delivered to the wrong address to give her some reason to knock on his door or that he’d finally succumb to his sweet tooth and trod down the stairs to try whatever fresh baked treats she had to offer.

It made her laugh that only a few weeks ago she’d dreaded the thought of seeing him and hated the thought of having to make small talk with him, but now it was all she’d thought of. And don’t get her wrong, she was no romanticist or anything of that sort but when she found something she liked or in this case, a person she liked talking to, it was hard for her to take her mind away from them.

Another day had come to an end for Y/N. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as she wiped down the last table in her cosy little shop. It had been a long day for her, filled with the hustle and bustle of customers coming in and out. She felt swept off her feet trying to make sure everything ran smoothly and made a mental note that maybe it was time to hire some help.

Now, as the clock struck closing time, Y/N couldn’t wait to retreat to the comfort of her upstairs flat. Locking up the cafe, she made her way up the narrow staircase and into her home. The familiar creak of the stairs under her feet echoed in the empty hallway—a comforting sound that signalled the end of another day’s work.

As she reached the door, she let out a contented sigh—peace at last. Turning the key in the lock, she pushed open the door and stepped into her sanctuary.

The soft glow of string lights greeted her, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere through the room. She’d forgotten to turn them off the night before and was surprised the batteries had lasted the day. Kicking off her shoes, she padded across the hardwood floor to her living area, where a plush green sofa beckoned her to sink into its comforting embrace.

Her days always went the same after work. She’d come upstairs, sit down on the sofa, and stick some random television show on for some background noise, needing to just sit for a moment after being on her feet all day. The stress of the day always melted away as she allowed herself to just be in the moment, relishing the peace and quiet of her own space.

Next to the sofa, a stack of books awaited her attention. She had been reading some Dolly Alderton novel that a friend had recommended, and so far she was loving it. There was nothing quite like getting lost in the pages of a good book; all she needed now was a nice cup of tea, and she’d be in heaven.

It’d felt like hours had passed as Y/N finally got to the end of another chapter. The gentle hum of the TV in the background continued as Y/N settled down the book and turned her attention to her phone, wondering if she had any new messages from a certain someone. And lo and behold, she did.

Clicking the message open, she saw a picture that Harry had taken from what she assumed to be his living room. Her view was similar, just at a different angle—the Shoreditch’s streets looking equally as ‘London’-esque from both their windows. He had added a little message to the bottom of it: ‘This weather is mental. Think it calls for tea and some cake.’ Y/N hadn’t seen the message with her phone on ‘Do not disturb’ and her eyes well focused on the piece of fiction she was reading, and he had sent it over twenty minutes ago, but she assumed he was still next door, not wanting to dare step out in the treacherous rain.

She wondered if he was hinting at her to send him a text and offer some cakes from downstairs. Or maybe even invite him over to try the pastries she’d sent him a picture of only a few days ago. Of course, Y/N didn’t really know if he was hinting at anything, but she really hoped he was. The time on her phone showed it was just past 7:00 p.m., and having eaten a small lunch earlier in the day, she too was in the mood for some cake and tea, not really bothered by the thought of cooking dinner and having to wash up loads of pots and pans in the kitchen.

She lifted herself up from the comfy sofa and into her kitchen space, opening the fridge to see if she had any nice delights to cure her craving. There sat a small blue tupperware, inside two vanilla cupcakes, left over from the day, perfect. Two. Perfect.

Whether he had been hinting or not, Y/N took the tupperware in hand and stuffed her feet into her fluffy slippers. Unlocking her door and making her way down the stairs towards his door, she felt giddy. She thought it was a nice gesture to turn up with a little treat that he had longed for, and she hoped maybe the two could share a nice chat over a cup of tea as they looked out on the London rain. It’d be nice.

As she got to the door, she lifted her hand up, ready to press the buzzer to his blue door, but as she did, she heard the faint strains of music drifting through the air, accompanied by a girl’s laughter. Her hand froze, and a wave of disappointment washed over her. Doubt crept into Y/N’s mind, and she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt whatever moment Harry was sharing with another.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N turned on her heel and retreated back up the stairs to her flat. She knew she was being silly, but she felt a sting in her heart, and she couldn’t shake the image of Harry’s front door from her mind.

Back in her kitchen. Y/N set the cupcakes on the counter; her appetite for something sweet was now long gone. She wondered if she had misinterpreted Harry’s kindness and their conversations as something more. Sure, the two had shared a few playful texts, updates throughout the day, and random pictures, but that was the extent of it so far. Y/N felt like an idiot.

She never did respond to Harry’s text that night.

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Another few days passed, and Y/N had finally gotten over her little strop. Well…sort of. She didn’t have much to go on other than the fact that she’d heard a woman’s voice and lots of laughter, which she knew didn’t necessarily mean Harry had a girlfriend, but she'd rather nip her feelings in the bud than wonder about the what-ifs that could of been had he opened the door. Plus, Y/N felt a bit silly. He’d never given an indication that their chats were anything more than friendly, and the texts they shared weren’t suggestive in any way—I mean, you could probably send your mother the same things. So she knew it was better to cut her little strop short before she got herself all tangled up in her feelings.

She’d had another long week in the cafe, busy with big orders and endless amounts of coffee, and she knew it was definitely time she put out an advertisement for a job vacancy. But that was a job for another day as she was currently getting ready to go out with a few friends in a pub just near Old Street. It had been a while since she’d found the time to meet up with people (with their big city jobs and her never ending hustle in the cafe) and considering she’d given Harry radio silence for the past few days, this was the most socialising she’d done outside of the occasional old lady in the cafe. So, Y/N was buzzing. She reached for her favourite pair of Adidas Sambas, their sleek black design accentuating her style. The leather was very worn despite carrying many stories of past adventures. Y/N made a mental note that she’d get a new pair out of her next paycheck. Her outfit was bold yet chic, a lot different from her usual jeans, t-shirt, and green apron combo. A leopard print midi skirt is paired with a black fitted crop top and a leather jacket over her shoulders to give the outfit unmistakable flair. She always enjoyed dressing up, even if it was just for a quick pint—it just gave her something to do and was a nice change from her usual get-up.

With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed her essentials—a phone, cardholder, and keys—and headed out the door. It wasn’t raining in London for once, with spring slowly creeping in, so Y/N didn’t bother with an umbrella, deciding her jacket was enough protection from whatever the weather had in mind. It felt nice as she walked along the busy Shoreditch streets with the city lights beckoning, couples holding hands, groups of friends laughing—it made her heart squeeze, and she felt like the night was promising her excitement and all sorts of possibilities.

The pub night was everything Y/N had hoped it would be. It had been a welcome contrast of warmth and laughter, and seeing her friends, who usually worked nine to five, was a breath of fresh air. With flushed cheeks from all the lively conversations and talks of fond memories, not to mention the five pints of fruity cider she had drank, Y/N left the pub with the cheesiest grin on her face. A few kisses to the cheek and warm hugs later, Y/N waved goodbye to her group of mates and headed back towards the Old Street roundabout.

The city seemed quieter now; most of its energy was subdued despite it only being 10:00 p.m. Walking around familiar streets, she felt a sense of comfort in solitude but wished she hadn’t forgotten her airpods because there’d be nothing better than a peaceful stroll accompanied by her favourite indie music playlist in the back.

The pub was only about a ten-minute walk from her flat, so it didn’t take too long, and Y/N felt herself subconsciously speed walking as the cold London air got to her, now regretting her choice of jacket. As she neared closer to her doorstep, she could see a hooded figure placed on it, a backpack in front of them, and a phone in their hand as they scrolled aimlessly. Her eyes felt a bit hazy from the cider, and she approached apprehensively, her mind wandering to the possibilities of it being a crazy ex-boyfriend or a drunken friend hoping to rest their heads for the night. But as she moved closer, her anxiousness eased. It was only her neighbour. Harry. Harry, who she’d given the cold shoulder to for the past few days.

His friendly face looked up at the sound of her approaching footsteps. A slightly flustered expression on his face.

‘’Hi Harry,’’ she smiled. ‘’You alright?’’

Getting up from his crouched position, he moved aside, letting her stand in front of her own door. ''Oh, you life saver, been waiting ages.’’

She looked up at him, a glow on her face, not too sure if it was caused by the pints or his general presence. ‘’What for?’’

‘’I’ve been a right numpty and locked myself out.’’ he laughed.

‘’Oh shit,’’ she laughed back, buzzing from alcohol. Y/N was a lightweight by definition; the smell of alcohol could probably get her drunk, and at this moment she felt buzzed.

‘’I know, pain the arse,’’ Harry said, pinching in between his eyes. ‘’Can’t even try to get a key cut because everywhere’s shut.’’

‘’You got any friends that’ll let you crash for the night?’’ Y/N asked, feeling genuine concern for the poor boy sitting outside their doors. She hadn’t even asked how long he’d been there—it could have been hours.

‘’Tried a few but got no response,’’ Harry sighed, "I guess no one wants a rogue sleepover at 10 at night.’’

‘’Good friends you’ve got,’’ she teased, confidence of drink taking over her.

‘’Oh shush you,’’ he playfully said back.

A small silence fell over the toy as Y/N fumbled around in her bag to find her keys, the street light giving her enough of a torch to be able to find them. Every time she drank, she’d experience a small panic that she’d managed to lose all of her belongings, but luckily for her, everything seemed intact.

‘’So what are you going to do?’’ Y/N said as she went to put her key in the lock.

Harry paused for a moment. While the two had shared the occasional message and nice chat over coffee, he felt a bit bold with what he was about to ask. Not being the most social person, he had weighed out the options of whether or not it would be awkward if she'd say yes to his question—he'd more than likely have to sit chatting for a while and then maybe have an uncomfortable sleep on whatever sofa or bed she’d have to offer—but at the same time, he reminded himself that it was only Y/N and whatever awkwardness could have come between them had well and truly been dissolved by their initial meeting. And truthfully, Harry was all for saying outlandish things and asking rogue questions, so if she did say no, he’d just take it on the chin and find somewhere else to go.

‘’I hate to ask,’’ he paused sheepishly. ‘’I really do. But by any chance, I could come in for a bit, or at least till one of my friends picks up their phone and lets me stay around theirs.’’

‘’You hate to ask?’’ Y/N smirked, cocking her head to one side. ‘’Am I really that insufferable?’’

Harry’s eyes widened at her words. ''N-no, no, not at all. It’s just that I thought, ’’

‘’Stop your blubbering for a moment,’’ she laughed. ‘’It’s fine, really.’’

‘’You sure?’’ he smiled. ‘’Don’t have to say yes, 'coz you feel sorry for me.’’

And yes, Y/N did feel a bit sorry for the blubbering boy sitting in front of their adjacent doors. She couldn’t imagine anything worse than being locked out of her own flat and left out in the cold in London with nowhere else to go—it was a frustrating inconvenience to say the least. Plus, Y/N was always a bit of a generous soul, never really able to say no to people, always biting her tongue when she felt awkward, and with a few pints combined, she was feeling especially generous.

‘’Honestly, no bother.’’ she replied, unlocking her door. ‘’I’ll probably be awake for the next few hours anyway, so companies are good.’’ An absolute lie on Y/N’s part. Any drink would usually send Y/N into a tired haze, and she couldn’t think of anything better than sticking on her pyjamas and curling up in bed, but it’d have to be put on hold for the night.

Following her up the stairs and into her living area, Harry let his eyes analyse the room. Fairy lights adorned nearly every wall, blankets crowded on the sofa, a few plants dotted around the room, and an endless amount of cookbooks—while Harry didn’t know too much about Y/N, he could still recognise that her little flat was an exact replica of her as a person.

‘’Nice place,’’ he said, placing his backpack down on the wooden floor.

‘’Cheers,’’ she smiled, ‘’similar to yours?’’

‘’Similar size, but mines full of cardboard boxes at the moment,’’ he laughed, ‘’yours has a lot more life to it.’’

‘’Took a good few IKEA trips to get it this perfect, I won’t lie.’’ Since walking in, Y/N had dropped her bag by the door, walking into the kitchen space to find some snacks or atleast a drink to give to her unexpected guest.

‘’You want a cider?’’ she asked, rummaging through the fridge to find a can of Strawberry Old Mout that she had left over from the last time she had a guest in her flat. She couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as she looked around the brightly lit fridge - it felt weird having Harry in her flat. Different somehow, more intimate than their casual chats down in the cafe or over text. But especially after her little moment of weakness the other day and the fact that he more than likely had a girlfriend, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on being the good host she was.

"You know what- I’ll take one," he replied,thinking nothing sounded better than a cold cider after his shambles of an evening. ‘’Only if you’re drinking too - don’t wanna start getting leathered on my own,’’

‘’As if you’d get leathered off of one cider,’’ Y/N laughed, passing him a can and cracking open her own, ‘’Plus I’m 5 ciders deep already so think it’ll be me getting leathered, not you.’’

Harry shared a laugh with her, holding his hands up in defeat, ‘’Alright, you piss head. You just been necking ciders on London streets then or what?’’

‘’Oh shut up,’’ if she had been closer to him, Y/N probably would of swatted him on the arm for the absolute nonsense that left his mouth but the kitchen counter separated the two, so she kept her arms to her side, ‘’I was just out in the pub.’’

‘’So that’s what the mysterious Y/N gets up to when she’s not running a cafe,’’ he said, raising his eyebrows as if he’d uncovered some maddening truth about her.

‘’Mysterious?’’ she snorted back regrettably but she couldn’t help it and plus after a few drinks, her snorted laugh always seemed to appear.

‘’Well ye-yeah, mysterious.’’ he paused, taking another big gulp of his drink and Y/N wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d managed to finish it by now. ‘’Haven’t heard from you in a few days and then you come swanning in after a few pints, I’d say that’s pretty mysterious.’’

‘’God, you talk some shit,’’ she said, laughing at his use of words.

‘’S’true though, haven’t heard from you.’’

‘’I haven’t heard from you either?’’

‘’You liar! I texted you the other night and got no reply,’’ Harry said, clutching at his heart in a playful manner, ‘’really hurt my feelings.’’

‘’You’re such a windup,’’ she grinned, ‘’Didn’t take you as the type to be hung up over no replies,’’

‘’Broke my heart really. I was waiting for you to reply and say you had a cake and a chat waiting for me but got nothing.’

So maybe Y/N hadn’t taken his hints wrongly.

‘’And then my sister turned up and I couldn’t even come round and pester you for a slice of lemon cake,’’ he continued, ‘’my plan went out the window,’’ His sister! Y/N mentally scolded herself in her head for being so silly that night and thinking the worst.

‘’Your plan?’’ she challenged.

‘’Yeah, my plan to butter you up and then steal every last slice of cake you had going for you.’’ he joked.

What an idiot, Y/N thought. But a funny idiot, nonetheless. ‘Ah, well, you should have told me your sister was round and I would have been more than happy to share something with her - sure, she would have been better company than you anyways,’’ she joked, in return. She couldn’t tell if it was the ciders making her head feel dizzy or nonchalant playfulness, but she felt giddy and confident.

‘’No one likes a liar, Y/N.’’ he beamed, ‘’We both know that’s a massive lie.’’

‘’Hmm maybe.’’

‘’So, pub, did you say?’’ he questioned, ‘’W-was it a date or?’’

‘’Think I go to the pub on a first date?’’ she said, raising her brow in amusement.

‘’Nothing wrong with a pint and a bag of crisps for the first date.’’ he defended.

‘’It’s that where you take all your unlucky ladies then?’’

‘’Ha! Unlucky. It’d be the luckiest night of their lives,’’

‘’Oh I bet,’’ Y/N laughed, ‘’But no, just a few drinks with some of my friends. Nothing mad.’’

‘’Very cool.’’ Harry grinned.

‘’Shut-up,’’ Y/N grinned back in return.

The two fell into a silence, each other not really knowing what to say. Y/N could feel the lull of the alcohol weaning off and she knew she’d be drifting off if she stayed up any longer. She didn’t want to come across rude, enjoying his company but her bed was calling her name and she needed to call it a night knowing she had to be up in the morning to sort out admin for the cafe.

‘’I think I might head to bed, I’m feeling knackered.’’ Y/N sighed.

‘’Leaving me all alone, one cider deep?’’ Harry laughed.

‘’Sorry but I don’t think I can keep my eyes open for any longer,’’ A giggle uttering from her lips, ‘’You’re more than welcome to stay on the sofa thought until you get your keys sorted and all.’’

‘’You’re a star, Y/N.’’ Harry smiled in return as he made his way to the couch to make himself comfortable for the night. He couldn’t have been more grateful for her in the moment, thinking back to not so long ago when he was out in the cold, locked outside of his flat. Course, they’d made familiar with each other the past few weeks but he couldn’t get over the kindness of the girl - or pity that she had for him - but either way he was thankful nonetheless.

‘’There’s a few blankets on the side and some cushions so it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable,’’ Y/N paused, walking over the basket of random throws and cushions she had by the corner of her living room, signalling him to choose his pickings. ‘’Right, I’ll see you in the morning. Night Harry.’’

‘’Night, Y/N. Thanks again.’’ And that was the last thing he saw, her gleaming smile, cheeks red from alcohol as she walked down the hall to the last room that he knew now was her bedroom and headed to bed.

Y/N woke up with a pounding headache the next morning followed by a dry mouth and a queasy stomach. She hadn’t even drank much but in her defense she rarely ever did so any alcoholic beverage would always send her sideways the next day. Blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming through her window, she groaned, regretting the cheap ciders of the previous night. Her memory was a bit hazy, blurred by the fog of alcohol but she did remember one thing. There was a Harry on her sofa.

Dragging herself out of bed, she quickly sorted herself out, combing through her hair and fixing her pyjamas, not wanting to look an absolute state in front of the boy. She stumbled to the kitchen, head throbbing with every step, desperate for a glass of water. But as she walked into her living space, he was nowhere to be found. Surely she hadn’t been so drunk she had imagined the whole night.

She could remember everything from the loud music of the pub, the dancing and laughs she shared with her friends. And she most definitely remembered the blue eyed boy that was sat outside her front door, locked out from his home.

She did a quick check of her phone to see if she had any texts from Harry but the only notifications were a few Instagram tags from her mates and a text from her mum asking what she thought of the banana loaf she had made. Nothing from Harry.

Walking around the kitchen to grab a glass for her water, she noticed out of the corner of her eye the little notepad she had on her kitchen counter was opened, a few words scribbled on it and a black biro pen next to it.

On the note read ‘Thank you for letting me stay last night, you’re an angel. I had to leave early this morning to meet the landlord for a spare key but I really do owe you. Let me know when you’re free, I’m thinking of dinner on me? Thank you again, Harry x’

With a little smile on her lips as he fingers traced over his messy handwriting, she felt a sigh of relief. Dinner on him, it was and she couldn’t wait.

a/n: thank you for reading. sorry for the wait!!! there defo won't be a long wait for part three. this is such a slow burn but promise it gets more cutesy in part three <333

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Labour -W2S

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Warnings: pregnancy, birth.

In which you and Harry finally meet your baby girl.

a/n: I’ve never had a baby so I apologise if this isn’t accurate!! Also this was a request on wattpad. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼🧸

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I met Harry in primary school. I always thought he was a little weird but just as high school finished I fell head over heels in love with that weird boy. That was 12 years old. We got married two years ago, it was a small wedding in Guernsey with only our closest friends and family. Just under a year ago we decided we wanted a kid, 4 months later I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant. I waited an entire week to tell Harry just so I could tell him with a little bag containing a mini version of his charity match jersey inside (that I'd had specially made). Then we told the boys, Faith, Freya and Talia at a special dinner that we arranged just so we could tell them all together. They were extremely excited, especially Ethan and Faith because there would now be another set of parents in the group.

We found out we were having a little girl when I was 21 weeks. That was also around the time I felt the baby kick for the first time, me and Harry sat in our bed absolutely freaking out about it. After we knew it was a girl I could finally start buying an unholy amount of baby clothes, teddies and things for the nursery. Me and Faith have become considerably closer, since we now have things to talk about, she's really been a great help when it came to little worries I had or if I just needed someone to rant to about back pain.

I'm currently 38 weeks. The hospital bags are packed and the nursery is completely ready. I am seriously getting bored of being pregnant and would really like to just meet my baby. Harry ran me a warm bath so I could relax. Then I dried myself, put on my current favourite pyjamas and slid into bed next to him. I struggled slightly getting to sleep since I was really uncomfortable. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the feeling of wet between my legs. Confused, I pulled the covers back. My eyes met a large patch of clear ish liquid on the mattress, barely visible in the darkness of the room. My brows furrowed then my face dropped, mouth turning into an O shape. My water just broke. I took a deep breath then turned to gently shake Harry awake, he groaned. "Haz, wake up" I whispered gently. "What- what's up?!" He said the last part with a little bit of urgency after properly waking. "I think my water just broke." I stated calmly. His eyes widened "what!" He jumped off the bed.

"Calm down. It's fine the midwife said we have time, remember?" His face calmed slightly then he took in a shaky breath "are you ok?" He asked, coming over to my side of the bed. "I'm fine." I replied. He helped me off the soaked bed and to my feet. "This is really happening, we're really going this." He said with slight excitement in his eyes. "Yes we are. Now can you grab the hospital bag while I change?" He quickly nodded then ran towards the nursery where the bag resides.

I got changed into a comfy sweat set, brushed my hair and tied it back into a bun. When I emerged from the bedroom Harry was stood by the door rapidly texting on his phone. "Ready to go?" I asked. He looked up "yea," he nodded "I was just texting the boys." I giggled "Harry it's 5am!" I said with a light shake of my head. "I needed to tell someone!" He exclaimed. "We're any of them even awake?" I asked as he unlocked the front door. "Uh- no but they'll see it in a bit." I laughed.

Once we got in the car I text my mum telling her what was going on, then Harry speedily started the car. We were at the hospital just 15 minutes later. Harry helped me inside and we were quickly taken to a private room. "What time did your water break?" The nurse asked. "Around half four." I answered. "Ok... and have you had any contractions?" She questioned while scribbling on her clipboard. "Uh no, not yet." She looked up "alright then, I'll get my colleague to come and attach you to some machines so we can monitor you and baby." She said with a kind smile. I thanked her and she left the room.

Another nurse came in soon after and wrapped my stomach with some monitors, she did some other general checks on me. Once she left Harry came to sit next to me and held my hand. I smiled at him but my smile was quickly replaced with a look of discomfort as I felt a small but painful cramp wrap around the bottom of my stomach. "Woah, was that a contradiction?" Harry questioned a few seconds later, once it had subsided. I nodded "ye I think so." I replied. "Should I go get the nurse?" He asked. "No I'm fine." I answered. He nodded and kept his hand firmly in mine.

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Once it hit 8am I was having regular contractions that were lasting around 30 seconds each and were 7 minutes apart. The midwife came in and checked how dilated I was, 4 centimetres. Me and Harry sat on a FaceTime call with his mum, dad and Rosie, just a few minutes after we called my family. Then I got a call from Faith. "Hey! How's it going. How are you?!" She asked excitedly. "Hey, I'm okay." I said with a light smile. She returned the smile "I literally couldn't believe it when Ethan told me you were in labour this morning." She stated. Before I could say anything else I felt another contraction building. I quickly said goodbye and placed my phone next to me. I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand. "You're doing so good, breathe." He said quietly. As the pain subsided I let out a heavy sigh. Harry squeezed my hand lightly "You're incredible." I looked to him and smiled "You're so cute."

After an excruciating amount of time I was finally at 9 centimetres. I stood with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. "Not long now. You've got this. I love you. You're doing so good." Harry whispered in to my ears as I clung to him. He kept his hands firmly on my waist, helping me to stay up. "Ok y/n, It looks like you're ready to push!" My midwife said and I looked up to Harry with fear in my eyes. He helped me back onto the bed and cupped my face in his hands gently "you're gonna be fine, I'm here." He said with a comforting voice. To be honest I thought Harry was going to be an absolute mess when it came to me giving birth but I was pleasantly surprised on how strong he's been, for me.

I lay back on the bed, held up by a few pillows and Harry was quick to grab my hand, once again. With my legs propped up, my midwife sat on a chair in front of me. "On the next contraction push as hard as you can." she said through my legs. I nodded nervously and it wasn't long until I felt that now all familiar pain run from my stomach all the way round to my lower back. I squeezed Harry's hand so tight I thought I might break it as I pushed with all I had.

After almost 30 minutes of what felt like constant pushing I finally heard the loud cries of my baby. Tears immediately poured down my face and the last few hours completely left my brain. I looked over to Harry once they passed me my baby. I have only ever seen Harry cry once during the entire time I've known him, but there was tears falling down his face as he stared sweetly at me. "You did incredible. She's perfect. I love you so much." He choked out. I brought him towards me by fisting his shirt in my hand and pulling him so our lips connected.

Once Harry cut the babies umbilical cord, both me and baby were checked over and cleaned up and we informed our families and friends that we were both ok and that the baby was healthy, we sat admiring the sweet little baby peacefully sleeping in the plastic cot. "We need to name her." Harry said quietly. "Got any ideas?" I asked, realising I hadn't actually thought about the fact she'd need a name. "Uhm, I like the name Nova." He said. My eyes lit up slightly and I nodded "she looks like a Nova." More tears dropped from my eyes. Harry shuffled towards me "what's wrong? are you okay?" He asked softly. I laughed lightly "I'm fine. I just- love her so much." Harry giggled then pulled me into a warm hug "I love you." He said with a breathy laugh. I smiled into his chest "I love you too."

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🔞 Lockdown vids Pt.2 [KINKTOBER] Harry x reader x WillNE x ChrisMD

Part 1

CW's: cyber sex, exhibitionism, masturbation, degrading + praising combo

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"You guys were here the whole fucking time?!" Harry asked incredulously, like me, struggling to believe what was happening. "And you didn't tell either of us we had camera on?!"

"Well, we did tell you..." Chris responded, shifting in his seat. "You were the one that couldn't hear us given your earphones were in..."

"So you just sat and... watched?" The words tumbled from my mouth in confusion, and as much of a shock as it was, the thought of being watched by those two made my head feel fuzzy in a... good way...

"Well, when you're putting on a show like that you can't blame us-" Will smirked as he spoke, knowing his words would annoy Harry, which they of course did.

"Mhm, you don't know just how good you look, Cam..." Chris spoke with Will, though his voices didn't only annoy Harry, they also only added to that hot feeling I was getting and clearly showed on my cheeks, as Chris said "Look at you getting all red at us, d'you like having us watching you, gorgeous?"

A silence fell, Will and Chris watching and waiting for the response whilst I felt Harry shift beneath me, clearly waiting for my answer as well.

"I- I-" All words left my mouth as I felt their eyes on me, not knowing how to respond. I closed my mouth and simply nodded as I felt my face heat up even more whilst admitting it.

Harry put his arm around my waist protectively, pulling me further into his lap, only for my eyes to shoot wide and lips to elicit a small gasp as I feel his stiffness beneath me and realise he's still not finished either.

"She's mine either way you pricks," Harry responded, his fingers trailing down my body and back towards my core which had become wet again, the inner exhibitionism reigniting my body.

"She'd be better with me though." Chris responded cheekily, settling his back into the chair and pushing his shoulders back confidently. "Took your time finishing there, darling, I know you'd just melt if that was me..."

I moved back from Harry's fingers, sick of his teasing (as if the other 2 boys weren't teasing me enough), settling on Harry's length instead and shuffling and grinding back and forth just giving Harry and inch of satisfaction.

"You'd be absolutely brain dead in my arms, pet," Will grinned on the other side of the computer. Harry began gripping my waist tighter, and I had no clue whether it was because of Will's teasing or mine.

"Or the both of us." Chris threw in the idea with a shrug and cocky grin. Slipping my hand down I found the waist band of Harry's sweatpants, pulling them down slowly and slowly running my hand up and down his length. His hand on my waist got even tighter if even possible, and the pain I knew would eventually bruise didn't even hurt me. It just felt even more pleasurable. "I wouldn't even mind which side I got-"

"You're fucking delusional, you-." Harry choked on his words as I shuffled backwards, running his tip along my core, teasing him by putting just the tip in.

"He said your fucking delusional, Chris, Will," I spoke at the camera with a grin of my own now, a completely bratty and overconfident grin. "Cuz he's the only one fucking me right now-"

Harry threw his head back, letting out a husky groan as I sank down his length, bottoming out and biting my lip to prevent myself letting out any other noises.

I let out a groan as I propped myself up, pulling back slightly before slamming back down and feeling his tip kiss my cervix as I did, the feeling causing my body to feel fuzzy and eyes to roll back, a moan slipping from my lips.

"Fuck..." I heard Will whisper in one of the earphones I almost forgot I was wearing, and seemingly Harry had as well, as his hands found refuge on either of my hips, holding me steadily and controlling my movements and pushing me down harder so that I couldn't control the lewd whimpers and moans that came from my mouth as this feeling drove me insane; hearing Chris and Will's heavy breathing and knowing they too were watching and getting off as Harry and I fucked, the pleasure of both making my spine arch and body press into Harry's.

I pulled an earphone from Harry's ear, resting my head against his shoulder and letting me heavy breaths fan his neck, which only seemed to encourage him more, as I felt his hips thrust upwards to match my movements as well. I managed a breathy chuckle between my moans, whispering into Harry's ear: "Maybe we should do this more often..."

"What, you a little exhibitionist? Enjoying putting on a show for them." Harry smirked.

Words failed to describe just how much I was taking pleasure in putting a "show" on for them, so I instead responded with a shaky nod.

"Let's put an even better one on then."

Harry pulled me up with a squeal, my legs feelings too dead to support my weight- but Harry held me up by the waist nonetheless, pushing my back down so that I was bent over the desk, his hands moving down to find the hem of my shirt, pulling that off in one slick movements and throwing it to the side, my tits now visible in the camera.

His hand found purchase in my hair, bringing it back in a bunch and pulling it backwards as he thrusted from the back, causing me to let out an almost pornographic moan as I felt new spots reached from this angle, my tits bouncing with each thrust he continued- taking his earphone out and putting it into my other ear so that it was only Will, Chris and myself able to communicate now.

I looked to the monitor and found myself impossibly even more aroused at the sight of Harry's webcam- the video reflecting myself- cheeks reddened and expression wasted, with hair salaciously messed, and my whole frame visible for the other two to see as I had whole-body shakes with each of Harry's thrusts.

And somehow the view of Chris's biceps bulging through his shirt as he rolled his head back in pleasure at the sight, and Will's eyes screwed shut, shoulder jerking up and down as a clear indication of what he was doing, only made my toes curl more, head during fuzzier by the moment.

"How's it feel, Cam?" Chris spotted me looking into the monitor and questioned, never failing to impress me with his brazen nature- smirk even more brash if even possible. "How's it feel to have us here as well..."

"S- So fucking good-" I breathed out, letting out a gasp as I felt Harry's hand against my ass, slapping it before kneading the soft skin before tugging at my hair once more, my back arching at the feelings only Harry could bring to me.

"You look so fucking good, Cam," Will spoke next, through gritted teeth and following his words with a unholy groan. "I wish I was with you- using that pretty little mouth of yours for no good,"

The combination of Harry's calculated thrusts and Will's dirty words with that stupidly sexy voice making me let out one of the loudest moans yet, stomach bunching into a tight little knot.

"Oh yes Cam, and I could take those perfect fucking tits of yours and have you them 'round my cock," Chris breathed unsteadily, chest rising and falling rapidly. "Have your face dripping with my cum once we're done..."

Those words had some effect on me, as I felt my core tightening, barrelling towards my orgasm.

"F-fuck, Harry, I think- I think I'm gonna-"

"Me fucking too, Cam," Chris's voice was strained.

"Hold it a minute gorgeous, wait for me..." Harry's voice kept me on edge, waiting as I felt his thrusts get more erratic, more desperate, before he said- "Come on, Cam..."

I felt the knot in my stomach unfurl furiously as I let out a obscene moan, feeling Harry's load fill me before he pulled out and sat back down- myself collapsing against him and onto his lap just a moment later.

I heard Chris's and Will's groans peak and watched as they climaxed, before leaning back with heavy breaths and heaving chests- just as Harry picked one of the earphones from my ear and slotted it into his own.

"That was..." He began. "Something."

I felt myself let out a chuckle. A short, ironic chuckle. Followed by Chris letting out a breathy laugh. And Will giving a short giggle, which started me up laughing again- and suddenly everyone was just laughing in the call, laughing at whatever the hell just happened and laughing at the fact we were just laughing at it all.

"Just so you guys know," I heard Harry begin a few minutes later, "That is NEVER happening again."

BONUS SCENE!!

A few minutes later, I began pulling my clothes back on and reshuffling bits and bobs on Harry's desk whilst the boys made small talk in the background, moving on from the moment and starting to remember that they originally came here to film the online mukbang.

Speaking of that mukbang, they were missing one-

BANG!

The door of the other, ignored webcam sprung open and Stephen, dressed in a fitted tuxedo, staggered into the room, hair ruffled and eyes bloodshot.

"Sorry I'm a bit late guys turns out that strawberry gin didn't sit too right with me and I had to go throw all my organs up into the toilet..." Stephen rambled before sitting down in his chair with a sigh and plugging his earphones back in. "Did I miss anything whilst I was gone?"

I looked at Harry.

Harry looked at me with a bursting smile.

We looked at the monitor.

Chriss pressed a hand to his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

Will let out a giggle.

Oh poor Stephen...

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