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Meus Amor (Hogwarts!Harry)

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Platform 9 ¾ feels gloomier this year, at least that’s how Harry seems to find it. The worried looks on parents’ faces as they watch their children board the train makes him uneasy, especially when he hears their crude whispers and spiteful glares when he walks past them. “That’s the Styles boy, you want to steer clear of him,” they say as though he isn’t only meters away from where they stand. He chooses to ignore it though, at least that way he can pretend that he isn’t the son of a fucking wanted criminal. 

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Hey Anna!! A girl with a big booty do you think harry would love it? Like when she walks, certain clothes she wear, during sex like how do you think Harry you act? Would’ve be obsessed wit it? I HAVE TO KNOWWWWWWWWWW late night though *hehe*

Hi babes! I would HOPE he would be into it lol.  The fantasy part of me likes to completely ignore the track record he’s had with stick thin models in the past.  

I personally think he would look so hot with someone curvy on his arm. Always having a hand in her back pocket or an arm wrapped around her holding to the very top of her hip, right above the curve of her behind so he can feel the lift and fall of her hips as she walks. 

I love the idea of her walking around his house in a big t shirt and a pair of his boxers and the underwear not being baggy on her? H has really narrow hips so I imagine he wears pretty small boxers and her filling them out, I think, is really fucking sexy. 

Him sitting at the counter in the kitchen watching her reach for something on the top shelf, exposing the tops of her thighs and the curve of her ass in the tight boxers. Seeing how the shirt rests on the curve of her ass and hips when she brings her arms back down, making his dick twitch with a need to press himself against her. Maybe coming up behind her and doing exactly that, gripping her hips tightly in his fingers as he presses his body against her back with his lips on her neck, whispering something filthy into her ear.  

Alright, I had this full blown image in my head earlier today of him having the front of her pressed up against the wall, standing behind her and lifting her hands up above her head. 

“Keep ‘em there,” whispering his request with his lips brushing against the skin behind her ear before he plants a wet kiss to the top of her shoulder. Pushing his hips against hers more when she arches her back to press her behind to his cock more.  Leaving one more kiss to the back of her shoulder before he’s kneeling behind her. 

He’s watching how her skin indents around his fingers as he squeezes her full cheeks in his hands. Pulling her hips towards him so that her back is arched and her ass is perched up for him. Spreading her cheeks as he leans in to lick her lips fully before slipping his tongue between her folds.  

Moaning into her when she gasps from the smack he leaves against her cheek, gripping it harshly as he holds her ass cheeks open for him to bury his face into her more.  Gripping and kneading and massaging her ass as he licks her cunt until she’s a moaning mess and begging him not to stop.  

Fuck, what a dream.  

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Mature audiences: May contain intense violence, sexual content and/or strong language.

Life is unpredictable and unexplainable. Everyone lives a different life, nobody walks the same path or in the same shoes. Some people have love, some people have wealth, some people have health but nobody can have it all.

Everyone has their secrets, their downfalls and their desires, just like everybody has their own title.

My security guard calls me Princess Anastasia, my boyfriend calls me Anastasia or Anna, my fiancé calls me Princess to make me mad, and the rest of the people know me as Princess Anastasia Annette Leanor, Duchess of Edinburgh, or for short, her royal highness. How do I have different titles? Read and find out.

Chapter one.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight. 

Chapter Nine.

Chapter Ten.

Chapter Eleven.

Chapter Twelve.

Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter Fourteen.

Chapter Fifteen.

Chapter Sixteen.

Chapter Seventeen.

Chapter Eighteen.

Chapter Nineteen. 

Chapter Twenty.

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i. Checkmate* 

The one where you are an up-coming chess player and start to give world-renowned chess player, Harry Styles, a run for his money.

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i. Baby Steps *

The one where you’re his son’s therapist, and you help him along the way.

ii. The Secrets You Keep *

The one where you’re a stripper, and you don’t know how Harry will react.

iii. Swan Lake *

The one where you’re a ballet dancer, and Harry’s your new choreographer. 

iv. Lonely this Christmas *

The one where you’re broken up, but one Christmas party changes that.

v. Second Best *

The one where you think he prefers your sister, but he actually prefers you. 

vi. Summer of ‘63 *

The one where you’re the new volunteer at a hotel resort, and Harry’s the resident dancer.

vii. Drive On *

The one where you and Harry are keeping a secret from your brother, who happens to hate harry’s guts.

vii. Twisted in Bedsheets  *

The one where Harry visits France for the summer, and you end up falling in deep.

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i. Try Again Later * 

The one where you’re a virgin, and Harry takes it too far.

ii. Playing Doctor

The one where you’re sick, and your roommate Harry helps. 

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Warnings: mentions of drunk driving, car accident

In which you think Harry has too much on his plate to worry about you.

It was all a bit surreal. What was supposed to be a nice day out with your best friend turned into an unfortunate emergency room visit and 8 stitches along the side of your thigh. 

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model!y/n has a new nightgown that ceo!Harry really likes

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“I know, baby,” Y/N cooed as she carried a whiny three year old Riley on her hip. He wore pajamas and was crying for milk. She got the gallon out of the fridge and poured some into a pot.

She had walked passed Harry in the hallway and immediately caught his attention.

“Daddy, come on,” Mila whined, tugging at his hand. They were on their way to the laundry room to look for Mila’s new favorite socks (they were pink, soft, and sparkly), a gift from her Uncle Ian.

“I’m coming,” he hummed, allowing her to pull him away.

They found the socks in the dryer, and Harry sat her on the machine to help her into the socks (she’s perfectly capable but he loves to baby her). “Sit for a moment, let’s take these clothes out of the dryer,” Harry grabbed the hamper and started to put the clothes inside. “Alright, on daddy’s back,” Harry turned around and crouched a bit. She jumped onto his back. “Hold on tight,” he told her, since he was carrying a full hamper.

After Harry and Mila folded all of the laundry together (she didn’t want him to leave just yet so they made a deal), Mila was asleep and Harry went on to find his wife. He couldn’t get the image of her body in that long, silk, lilac nightgown out of his head. It was clear she didn’t have anything on underneath, and the picture of her breasts in the silk alone was enough to make him needy. He had never seen that nightgown before, and was wondering when she bought it and from where, so he can purchase more).

When he got to their bedroom however, she was laying on her side, arm perching her head up as she watched Riley drinking his milk from his sippy cup. Harry’s entrance caught Riley’s attention, but he soon turned back to Y/N while drinking his milk.

“Jake’s still asleep?” Harry asked.

Y/N nodded.

“I’m gonna shower real quick,” Harry said.

“Okay.”

Y/N was rubbing lotion over her neck and arms when Harry got back, and Riley was no longer in their bed.

“Put him in his crib?”

“Finally got him to sleep, yeah,” she hummed.

Harry climbed into bed completely naked, fluffing his pillow before laying down with a quiet groan. “Cuddle?” He held his arm out and looked up at her (she sat up against the headboard while he layed down).

She nodded and finished moisturizing her arms before she gladly cuddled into her husbands body. He kissed her head.

“How was your day, baby?” He hummed.

“It was good. Work went by fast. You?”

“Good. Same; think the day went by fast in general.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed.

“Mila helped me fold the clothes, so if some look a bit wonky it wasn’t me,” Harry chuckled, his hand slowly traveling down to Y/N’s ass where he proceeded to squeeze and massage.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Y/N smirked as she moved a bit closer to him, resting her hand over his chest. She moaned quietly at one particular squeeze.

“When did you get this nightgown?”

“Julissa bought it for me last week.”

“That was nice of her.”

“Yeah,” Y/N was now clenching part of Harry’s shirt in her fist.

“I really like it. Feels soft too.”

She hummed in response.

“It’s quite long, but...”

She laughed. “I know, right? But it’s comfortable.”

“Well that’s all that matters...can I see the rest of it? Didn’t get a good look when you were carrying Riley.”

“Mhm,” Y/N pulled away, 99% sure the only reason he wanted her to pull away and show him the front of the nightgown was so that he could have access to her breasts.

“It’s nice,” he hummed and nodded before ducking down and placing his parted lips right around her covered nipple.

“H!” She laughed, but he only hummed and sucked again.

His other hand came up, wrapping around the curve of her other breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. He moaned when he did, just at the feeling of it in his hand; of course he had to squeeze again, much harder this time. It made her moan.

Harry moved his mouth from one breast to the other, rubbing the tip of his tongue up and down her covered nipple while his hand squeezed her other breast. Another moan espcaed his lips; he just couldn’t help it.

“You should not get so turned on by this,” Y/N stated despite the warmth she now felt between her thighs.

“I agree, can’t help myself,” he finally pulled away, cheeks pink from how hot he now was. “Let’s see here how we can...” he trailed off, gently grabbing the strap on her shoulder with his index finger and thumb, pulling it down her shoulder.

She bit her lip and instinctively reached out for his head as he moved closer to her bare chest now. Her hand gently guided him by the back of his head, fingers gently scratching at the soft hair at the back of his neck.

Harry’s eyes closed at the same time that he opened his mouth to wrap his soft, pink lips around her nipple. He hummed as he sucked and moved his head from side to side slowly, slowly pulling off and then pressing the flat of his tongue against it, wanting to taste her breast in his mouth in any and every way that he could.

Then Y/N did something that he loved, and that never failed to turn him on. Only she’s ever done it, which excited him even more. Her nails dug into his neck a little, just below his hair. It made him try to fit more of her breast in his mouth, humming a bit while he sucked, because he knows she likes the way that feels. “Like that, baby?” He asked when he pulled away, licking her other nipple before beginning to nibble. “Hm?” His eyes rolled up to see her face as he did.

A shaky moan left her lips, which made him smirk.

“Gonna take that as a yes, beautiful.” He pressed his lips right to her nipple. “Can I make you feel good?”

“Why are you even asking?”

He laughed before he kissed her, and began to push her dress up until it was bunched up around her waist. “You’re right, dunno. I forgot that you’re my property,” he said, waitin for the funny response that he knew was coming.

Y/N snorted. “Mhm, you keep believing that.”

Harry laughed again before he hummed, beginning to press kisses to her neck as his thumb found her clit. “You drive me crazy,” he nosed at her neck a little before biting gently. “Smell so good too.”

“Told you to use my lavendar body wash, but no, apparently, you-“

“Shhhh,” he laughed. “Fuck, you love to argue. Stop that...It’s hot.”

Before she could respond with something snarky, Harry’s sure of it, he pushed both his middle and index finger inside of her at the same time. Therefore, rather than attitude, Harry got a whimper.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. “So fucking wet, both of my fingers slipped right in. Greedy little thing, you are,” he groaned as he curled his fingers inside of her before giving her a hickey just on the side of her neck.

She was out of breath and lost in pleasure, but still managed to pat on Harry’s cheek. “Not too much, babe,” she whined breathlessly. “Seeing your mom tomorrow-“ her hips snapped up and she moaned loudly, her hand flying down to Harry’s wrist. He started to thrust his fingers harder and faster, the only sound now being his fingers dipping in and out of her wet pussy.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he hummed, biting his bottom lip as he watched her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips were parted a little, her chest was rising and falling quickly, her legs were wide open for him (as he liked them to be), and her hand was squeezing his wrist while he finger fucked her. “Like getting your little cunt fucked with my fingers, huh? So fuckin’ wet, babe, hear that? Hm?”

“Harry,” she moaned. “Just like that, babe, please. I’m so close.”

“Cum on my hand, cum all over my hand, darling. Go ahead, whenever you’re ready,” he leaned down to kiss her lips for a second before pulling away to watch the show.

She gasped when he pushed his fingers as deep as they could go then curled them upward. It’s one of her favorite things for him to do. She grabbed into his bicep with her hand that wasn’t on his wrist, and squeezed. “I’m gonna—H, I’m so close-“

“Yeah?” He cooed. “Can feel your wet little cunt squeezing my fingers, barely lettin’ me move them, baby,” he chuckled.

With a loud “fuck”, Y/N was cumming, riding his fingers as she came.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed, her eyes falling shut as she gave herself over to the exhaustion.

“Yeah?” Harry was smiling cheekily as he watched. “Good?”

She nodded and reached her arms out for him.

“Aw, I’m here, baby,” he cooed, hugging her close (partly to comfort her, partly because her breasts were still on display and he did want to feel them on his chest). He kissed her head and pulled her tighter.

She held onto him tightly, and moaned quietly when he kissed her. He skillfully licked into her mouth, initiating what turned out to be a very sloppy make out session while he squeezed handfuls of her breasts.

“Are we going to do anything else or not? Because I have to get myself together before one of the kids wake up, you know the boys don’t sleep through the night every night.”

“Do you want to do anything else?” He asked.

“Wanted to return the favor.”

“Well you know you don’t have to,” he pecked her lips. “But it will never be rejected either,” he smirked cheekily.

She laughed quietly, reaching up to pull his face closer so that she could kiss him. “Sit down, stupid.”

Harry gladly sat on his side of the bed. “It’s all yours,” he gestured to his lap.

Y/N decided to keep her dress bunched up at her waist as she crawled towards him, placing her hand on his thigh to balance herself as she kissed him. He moaned at the feeling of pressure on his thigh and leaned his head further down to deepen the kiss. Her free hand wrapped around his length which stood tall and proud, and slowly began to move up and down. She knew Harry loved it when she got to it quickly—he’s eager and hates waiting. Especially for her mouth.

First Y/N smudged a kiss onto the side of his warm, throbbing tip, then another before her lips wrapped around it and sucked. Harry’s entire body twitched when she did so, even though she only sucked for a moment before pulling off with a quiet pop. His hand had flew to her head when she did, so it was still there when she pulled away, gently caressing her hair now.

Y/N hummed as she sucked on his tip again, this time beginning to bob her head; first she only did it on his tip, then she slowly started to get lower and lower each time she went down.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. He loves when she starts off with just the tip then gets deeper and deeper. She knows how much he loves that. “That feels so good. Fuck,” he groaned when she moved her head faster. Then she pulled her mouth off of him to catch her breath and began to pump him with her hand again.

She moaned gently, “fingering my pussy made you this hard, baby?”

Harry could barely keep his eyes open.

Sure, he’s gotten head from many other women, and he’s gotten it from Y/N too many times to count. But she drives him crazy. Just her hand on his crotch, even over clothes, makes him rock hard. Therefore, when she has her gorgeous, full lips on his bare, hard dick—he’s a lost cause. Not to mention when she licks up his length like she’s trying to catch dripping ice cream off an ice cream cone. As she started to do while Harry was laying there panting.

He moaned, his toes curling and his poor bottom lip being bitten harshly. He reached forward and snuck his hand underneath her, his fingers gently brushing over her nipples.

“Oh, I should have known,” the sound of her voice made him look at her; she was licking her lips. “Those are what made you this hard.”

All he could do was nod.

Y/N’s hand was moving quickly, up and down his length as she left soft kisses on his balls, eventually sucking them one by one.

“Yes,” he moaned, slowly sucking in a deep breath. “Just like that, baby, right in your mouth, tha’s right,” he held her hair tightly now, but didn’t guide her head any which way because she was already doing everything he wanted her to do.

“Can’t believe I can fit all of this down my throat; you’re so big, H,” she moaned.

“Show me how you do that.”

She smirked at his word and desperation, trying not to laugh at his slick way of asking her to take him back into her mouth. She gladly did so, lowering her head until she had his full length in her mouth. She choked a bit but quickly began to suck and bob her head. A raspy moan sounded from Harry; those were her favorite kinds of moans of his. Aside from when he flat out groans loudly without a care in the world. That really turns her on.

“Youre so fucking good,” she heard as she was bobbing her head. She moaned in response, and the vibrations of her moan made him moan, and made his hand in her hair tighten. “So fucking good, babe, you’re so good at that.”

Finally, Y/N pulled up, panting but never leaving him unattended. Her hand was hard at work, trying to make him cum. Before she even fully caught her breath she was licking and sucking the side of his cock. She moaned as she did so, glancing up at him just because she knows it drives him crazy when she makes eye contact while giving him head.

His wife was correct; he was already looking down at her but when she looked at him his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back into his pillow (he was sitting up so he could see everything she did). “Shit,” he sighed loudly, his hips rolling up into the air involuntarily. “Swear my dick must taste like ice cream to you, the way you suck on it like that.”

Y/N giggled lightly, removing her mouth from where she was sucking the side of him while moving her hand on him to his tip. She took him into her mouth and started to bob her head again, half way down then back up, over and over again.

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned softly, completely out of breath, his cheeks burning red and his mind and senses overwhelmed with her mouth. “Don’t fucking stop,” he gasped, grasping her hair tightly where his hand rested on her head and pushing her head down. He held onto her hair as she moved her lips up and down his cock, sucking as she did so. Suddenly, he held her head in place so he could continue to move and started thrust into her mouth, moaning wildly with every thrust. “Gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, Y/N, take it for me, yeah?”

All it took was a moan in response for him to let himself cum in her mouth, making sure to pull out enough so that only his tip was in her mouth and his cum would cover her tongue. Some of it spurted onto her lips as his dick slipped out for a second, but most of it got in her mouth and she gladly gulped it all down. She hummed as she licked her lips then wiped whatever she couldn’t get (just a drop) with the back of her hand.

Harry had his forearm on his forehead as he layed on his back, panting loudly.

Y/N laughed as she climbed over him, straddling his lower stomach. “Was it good?”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds, but finally, with one deep breath that was louder than the rest, he raised his hand and held it in front of her. “‘m fucking shaking,” he laughed breathlessly. “You drive me fucking insane, Y/N, I’m telling you,” he’s said it many times before. “Getting head from you is dangerous for my health,” he was still breathing raggedly, and tried to take another deep breath before groaning. “Fuck, give me my bloody inhaler, I literally cant handle you,” he glanced at his nightstand and reached for it weakly.

Y/N laughed as she opened it and grabbed the inhaler for him, even removing the cap before handing it to him.

“H, I swear you act like you’ve never experienced any sort of sexual relations before me,” she laughed as he started to take his second pump. “We have a bunch of kids, you would think I wouldn’t have such an affect on you anymore.”

As he held his breath he raised his middle finger at her.

“Yeah, one would think that. Anyway, This is your fault,” he handed her the inhaler so she could put the cap back on and put it away. “It’s not like I’ve never gotten head before. But never fucking had to use my inhaler. Sometimes, using it after sex is normal for me. Especially when it’s cold out, you know that. But babe, seriously, I don’t know. I just don’t know. Yes, I’ve had my dick sucked before you but it’s just something about you. You literally make me lose my breath. Too fucking sexy, is what you are, that’s the problem.”

She giggled as she kissed his lips. “Are you complaining? ‘Cause I can stop giving you head, just say the words-“

“Not complaining. If getting head from you is the cause of my death then I’ll be happy to go.”

“Oh my gosh,” she laughed. “You’re stupid.”

“Seriously though, is my dick flavored? Swear no ones ever sucked it the way you do, you love my dick. You’re all over it-“

“Yeah, it is, tastes like strawberry ice cream, you dickhead.”

“Oo,” he hummed, as if he were pleasantly surprised. “I would have hoped for something like choco-mint, you know that’s my favorite. But strawberry is good too, I guess-“

“Please, shut, up,” Y/N groaned although she was laughing. “Your dick isn’t flavored, Harry! I’m just amazing at what I do. I can’t help it.”

“Only for me though, right? Didnt suck anyone else’s dick like that?”

“Oh my gosh, do you hear that? I think Riley is crying-“

“Oh fuck off, y/n!” Harry laughed loudly as he covered his face with his hands for a second before looking at her and laughing again, shaking his head. “Can’t fucking stand you.”

She giggled as she cuddled up to his side and pecked his cheek. “I didn’t love any of them like I love you though, does that make it better?”

“Sure, we can say that makes it better,” he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. He glanced down at her and they shared a smile before he leaned down to give her a slow, wet kiss that had both of them moaning before it was over. She hummed when he pulled away, then reached for her straps to fix her dress and cover herself up again.

“No, I like seeing them,” he whined. “And feeling them on me,” his index finger reached to gently rub her nipple. “So cute and soft. ‘n warm, helps me fall asleep.”

“Helps you wake up hard, is what it does,” she commented although she was laying back down. “I hope you didn’t rip a strap or something, babe, if my dress is messed up, you’re buying me a new one because-“

“I will gladly buy you as many of these things as you want. We have to check if there’s different colors, I think this is my new obsession on you.”

“I mean I know it looks good but what’s so different about this compared to my other night gowns?”

“Don’t know, this one shows off your body more. Not as loose...and it’s so fucking soft, like your skin. You may as well be naked.”

His big hand was busy massaging and squeezing handfuls of her ass that was still exposed due to the dress being bunched up at her stomach.

“Pull it down, I’m getting cold,” she complained.

He pulled their comforter over their bodies with his free hand, while his other hand gently cupped the curve of her ass. “That good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she hummed. “Even though you did that just so you can keep touching my ass.”

“Hey, it’s a win win. You’re warm, I get to touch your ass, why ruin it?” He joked, patting her skin gently before squeezing it once more.

“Then you wonder why I’m always wet. You are literally always touching me sexually or saying something ridiculously sexual; like, what the hell do you expect from me?”

“What?” He asked, digging his fingers into her ass in a way that delivered a nice massage. “You mean this makes you wet?” He asked innocently as his hand opened and closed around another handful.

“Yes,” she whined. “And we’re not doing anything else. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

“That’s fine with me. Goodnight, sweetheart,” he kissed her head. “I love you, ‘n I promise I’ll let you have some more ice cream in the morning, okay?”

His words made her laugh, and she pinched his bicep. “Goodnight, idiot. I love you too.”

“Hang on,” she said a few minutes later, and she reached for her phone that was charging on Harry’s nightstand (she lost her charger and ended up taking his without asking. His phone is dead.).

“Let me charge mine while you-“

“No, I’m just going to use it for a second, Harry.”

“It’s my charger-“

“Okay, and? I lost mine. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do and it’s not my problem.”

“We’re married, so I hate to break it to ya, but it kinda is,” she said before laughing at a text that came in (Harry heard the loud ding).

“Youre spoiled, you realize that, right?” Harry asked.

“Mhm,” she hummed slowly as she typed with a smirk. When she looked up at him she stopped smirking and rolled her eyes, then leaned over him to plug her phone back in. “My dad has spoiled me since the moment I was born. Did you think I would expect less from my husband?” She cuddled back into his side. He gladly welcomed her with open arms.

“No, I knew you were a little brat before I married you. Guess I’m just an idiot.”

“You would be correct in that assumption.”

Harry laughed. “Who did you text anyway? We were enjoying our post-orgasm state.”

“Julissa. Told her thanks for the nightgown and that’s it’s your new obsession.”

“Tell her I would personally,” he placed his big hand on his chest. “Like to thank her for thinking of you when she made that purchase.”

Y/N giggled. “Hand me my phone.”

Harry grabbed her phone, before gasping. “Y/N, what the fuck did you do to my charger?!”

“Huh?” She asked as she typed, not even looking up at him.

“You’ve had it not even a full day and you’ve ruined the fucking thing, how did this happen?” He held up the charger. It was bent and wrinkled at the end.

“Harry, don’t worry about it.”

“Babe, no, I’m genuinely curious. How did you fuck this up so quickly?”

“Okay, literally, I do not know, so leave me alone. I ordered myself another one, so you can have your little charger back in no time-“

“My little charger?!” He laughed. “Hell no, uh uh, Mrs.Styles, I’m keeping the new one you ordered. Why would I stay with this one when you’re the one who messed it up?”

She couldn’t help her laugh. “Because that’s not fair, why do I get the ugly one?”

“You did this,” he shrieked as he held up the charger.

Y/N giggled and covered her mouth as she did. “Okay, for real, I didn’t realize how bad it was but I’m still not keeping that one. I’ll order you another one too.”

“As you should.”

“Juliaaa said youre welcome, Harry, but take caution. I don’t want to see my best friend on sex sent me to the ER,” Y/N laughed through her words as she read the text.

Harry laughed as well. “If we ever were on that show it would be because of you. You’d probably break my dick or something.”

“Excuse you?”

“I mean, you love the way it tastes so maybe you’ll try to eat it one day-“

“Youre so weird, Harry, why would-“

“Or your pussy will get too tight one day when you cum and maybe it’ll just snap my dick right in-“

“Harry!”

“Or you’d suffocate me with your thighs-that,” he pointed his index finger at nothing, “would be enjoyable though, I’m not even gonna lie-“

Y/N held her phone to her mouth. “Thank you, now Harry is sitting here telling me every scenario he thinks could happen to us to get us on sex sent me to the ER.”

“Are you on the phone?

“Audio message.”

“Oh,” he hummed. “Honestly, I could also see you breaking my nose from squeezing my head between your thighs? Or just when you ride my tongue, that could also happen. Or when you ride my face, I mean you’re pretty careful but your clit does always end up touching my nose and I swear-“

“I’m going to sleep, this whole cute, romantic, sexy night has been ruined by all of your weird ass scenarios, Harry, I’m not gonna break your fucking nose and my pussy isn’t tight enough to snap your dick-“

“Have you felt that thing?” He raised his eyebrows. “I swear you’ve never fingered yourself then because-“

“Please make it stop,” Y/N covered her ears, making him laugh.

“I’m just kidding, baby, come here,” he kissed her lips and pulled her into his side.

“Stop already,” she complained even though she let him hug her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Come, want me to massage your ass again?”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes and whined. “Nobody told you to stop.”

“You’re right, dunno what I was thinking,” Harry cooed as he reached down and gave her a nice squeeze, then rubbed down, almost reaching her pussy before rubbing back up and and giving her another squeeze. “This what you want?” He started to massage deeply with the tips of his fingers.

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed.

Then she felt a kiss on her head. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” she smiled.