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when is harry going to do the world a favor and cover sex on fire

🥺 so good

I wanna see gang yn tell Harry she’s pregnant- or see little moments between them while she’s pregnant, like finding out they’re having twins. 🥺

okay but I imagine this.

tw: violence, blood, weapons, smut

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There is currently three dead men in their warehouse.

Harry has another one tied to a creaky old wooden chair, interrogating him with a sharp knife on his cheek, “Where the fuck is Richie? I know you killed one of my men.”

The man spits at Harry, leaning away from the blade, “Fuck you. I’m not talkin’.”

YN is watching casually from where she’s sitting on a countertop, a iced coffee in her hand, and she’s just admiring how hot her husband is.

His long hair is pulled up in a bun, his sharp jaw clenched, blood on his white shirt that’s clung a bit to his body with sweat and other fluids.

He’s so lean, muscular with bulging biceps, abs taut under his clothes. Her name tattooed proudly on his neck, little beads of sweat.

Harry slices down his cheek, tearing the skin open, “Tell me right now or I’m goin’ t’kill you. This is your last warning. I am about to show you why they call me Diablo,” Harry seethes, the knife dragging down to his neck.

He refuses to speak, Harry gets impatient and pulls out his weapon of choice - his desert eagle and delivers one resounding shot.

Harry looks unsympathetically at the rival gang members, his own men sitting back and letting the leader work.

The associates began to scuttle around to begin the clean up process.

Her husband tugs off his shirt and then shimmies out of his tight black jeans - tossing them carelessly by the bodies so his men can dispose of them.

Just in his tight briefs, his intricate morale of the depth of hell and the devil decorating his whole chest and stomach.

Then he’s trailing over to his wife, grabbing her jaw and searing their lips together for a long kiss as she runs a hand over his tensed abs.

It’s not the right moment, well it wouldn’t be for a normal couple but they weren’t any normal couple to start off with.

“I want to have a baby,” YN blurts out as her husband’s hands grip onto her thighs to pull her center against his.

Harry doesn’t look surprised often.

His mossy green eyes widen, puffy lips parting, as he searches her relax, open face, “You want me t’put a baby in you?”

She nods, feeling a nervous fluttering, they’d been married for three years - it had been on her mind a lot.

“If you aren’t - I know we’ve been talking about it. But if it’s not some-“ She stutters out as she observes Harry’s stoic face.

He leans forward, cupping her face, and telling her firmly, “I will give you whatever y’want, sweetheart. If y’want me to make y’a mommy - I’ll do it right now.”

By this point the men had dragged the bodies out to a nondescript van and were pouring industrial grade bleach on the tiled floor.

Harry turns around and booms, “Get the fuck out, right now.”

The associates pause, confused, Greg speaks, “But we just start-“

In true Harry form, he grabs his gun next to his wife, and fires at warning shot at their feet, “Fuck off or next time it’s going to be y’leg.”

They run out like there’s fire under their arses.

YN shouldn’t get wetter at that but she does.

He turns around after the leave, wastes no time to in yanking her shirt over her head, bra, and then roughly stripping off her legging, and panties

“Fuckin’ look at you, made you my wife, now m’make y’the mother of my babies,” Harry hisses when YN sneaks her hand in his briefs to tug his thick length out.

“Remember when we first met. You told me you never wanted to even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife. You told me you didn’t want kids,” YN murmurs as she pumps him with a firm grip.

Harry groans into her mouth, “Baby, jus’ like tha’. All that changed when I fell f’you.”

YN swipes her thumb over the tip before tugging the fabric down his narrow hips and guiding him right into where she’s so warm and ready for him.

“You told me love was made up by pathetic stupid people who were too dumb to realize it was a scam,” She reminds him, breath hitching when he stretches her perfectly.

-

As they’re waiting for drinks, Harry scoffs at a young couple kiss and cooing at each other on the other side of the way.

It was a really shady bar.

They were there to do business together - Harry and YN - nothing more than that.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” He shakes his head, swigging down his whiskey dry as soon as it’s placed in front of him - he doesn’t even flinch.

“They’re in love,” YN defends with a small smiles as she watches the man make the girl giggle with glee - just happiness.

“So y’a fucking idiot too?” Harry asks meanly, giving her a glance over with a pursed lip, “Guess y’beauty and no fuckin’ brains.”

“You have a real way with women, charmer,” She replies sarcastically, sipping her whiskey sour.

Harry laughs with a tinge of arrogance, “I don’t need charm. Any women and most men in this bar would fuck if they had the chance.”

“Well I’ll be one who won’t,” YN says haughtily.

His jaw clenches subtly, “Don’t be bitter, darling. Love is made up. It doesn’t exists. It’s for weak-minded little sheeps like you.”

—-

Harry takes a deep inhale, eyes dark as night, teeth bared as he tells her, “Our love isn’t what other average people have. I still believe all of that. My love f’you is s’strong I’d fuckin’ die for you this second.”

YN moans when he fucks in hard enough to make her skid back on the counter - he grips her harder and anchors her back down.

“D’you think any other man would do tha’ f’their wife? I mean truly do that? No. I’ve seen men let their wives die to save themselves,” Harry grits out, tugging her legs around his waist.

She is panting, not able to get a word out between breathes, he’s giving it to her so fucking well. Her nipples brushing against his sweaty chest, making it feel so much better.

Her grips her jaw hard, “Answer me.”

“Baby, I know, I know. I love you, please,” She begs loudly, whining when he wraps his hand around her neck.

“Open,” Harry orders, hand forcing her mouth open before spitting and then chasing it with his tongue into her mouth.

“H, m’coming.” YN warns him, pushing her hips into his until their skin is slapping and making noise in the room.

“Y’get so sweet when I’m fuckin’ you,” Harry praises, tweaking her nipple as she wets his cock even more than before.

He speeds up, sweat beading down his temple, he curses and grunts, “Gonna give y’a baby, give you anythin’.”

And when they finally slow to a halt, catching their breath, he whispers in a syrupy soft voice, “You’re my everything.”

HE MADE HER WHAT

reflection

y/n couldn't blame harry for avoiding her but all she wanted to tell him was that she was sorry

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

part three (magnetism)

part four (tension)

part five (impulse)

previous part (inertia)

—————

(Y/N) felt awful.

Just a day short of being a week since she had shared the fact she knew his secret, Harry had done an incredible job of avoiding and ignoring her. She had called and texted him more than a handful of times, asking for a moment to speak to him and let him know how she felt or at the very least apologize for ambushing him in the middle of class like that. No response was garnered each time.

She even tried mimicking his routine, getting to class early on Monday in hopes of catching him. But, as if Harry knew she had her own plan brewing, he made a point to show up just before Stanfill started lecture, sitting in a seat on the other side of the room closest to an exit. He even adopted the habit of packing up minutes before dismissal so he was able to flee immediately following Stanfill's permission, making it impossible for (Y/N) to catch him before he was gone. Knowing it wasn't a good idea, (Y/N) even peeked on his cam-page, only to find that he had announced a brief break from his streams for the next couple of weeks; he cited being too busy to keep up, but vowed to post extra premium content when he made his return.

It felt like (Y/N)'s entire body adopted an aching cold when she read that. She ached in her joints and feared a throbbing in her head as she deflated before closing the page. She hadn't anticipated a reaction like the one he was giving, and nothing broke her heart more than the fact he was so upset that he had stopped doing his job; this was how he made his money and she had somehow embarrassed him enough into keeping him from putting food on his table.

All she wanted to do was tell him that she didn't think any less of him, that her reaction stemmed from nothing but shock. She didn't feel negatively at all about what he did to take care of himself (she was one of the many viewers who tuned in anyway, so she didn't think she had much say in whether or not it was wrong). She wanted to tell him she was sorry for the way she went about telling him, that she knew she should have waited until they were alone before she brought up something so personal. She wanted to tell him that, if he'd still have her, she wanted to be with him, no matter what he did in his free time.

She just wanted to talk to him.

—————

Sitting in her car, (Y/N) wasn't sure if her hands were sweaty from the ultra high heat that was coming through her vents or the fact that she was parked outside Harry's apartment complex.

After yesterday, when Harry had once again dodged her and quashed any chance of her making amends after lecture, she had broken down and confessed to Ny why she had been so blue for the past week. (Y/N) kept the details close to her chest (Harry's business wasn't something she was willing to share), but spilled to her roommate that she and Harry had gotten into a fight—that was more of a misunderstanding than anything—and he'd been avoiding her since. Ny allowed her to cry out her feelings, stinging tears slipping down (Y/N)'s cheeks through the frustration and guilt that was filling up her system. When she finished, Naomi allowed (Y/N) a moment to breathe before offering her advice.

"You need to go see him. At the very least, you'll get out what you need to say and you'll feel better."

When (Y/N) protested at the thought, Ny cut her off swiftly, her gaze calm and collected.

"The worst that can happen is that he doesn't answer you or talk—and it's not like that hasn't happened already."

(Y/N) had spent the rest of the night and the majority of her lazy Saturday morning processing her roommate's advice. Maybe it was more for her than for Harry, but she wanted him to know that he had taken her reaction the wrong way, and that she supported him no matter his profession.

So, after using all morning to scrounge up the courage to even leave the apartment, it was two in the afternoon by the time she had made it to Harry's complex, and another ten minutes of her contemplating if she made the right choice. Pushing him was the last thing she wanted to do, but she wasn't going to leave things like this with him. If after this, he still wanted to ignore her and let that be the final note of their song, she would let him, but she wanted to try at least before that note played.

Before she could overthink any further, (Y/N) hopped from her car with only the end goal in mind: see Harry.

Her brain worked on autopilot as she traced the familiar path to his apartment. The exposed staircases felt stories higher as she scaled the steps, her heart beating fast enough she worried it would give out the second she saw him. By the time his door came into view, the gilded numbers pinned to the wood, her hands were unbelievably shaky.

At first knock, she garnered no reaction. Nothing could be heard on the other side—no rustling, shuffling of feet, or even the effort to conceal any presence. She had messaged him that she was coming over, but he never responded. For all she knew, he had fled as soon as he got her text in another bid to avoid her. She wouldn't blame him.

Nonetheless, she tried again, resting her forehead on the cool surface as her eyes fluttered closed. After a second, she swore she heard something on the other side, a shuffling of feet over the laminate wood flooring, like Harry was hesitating to cross the space.

"Harry, it's me. I just want to talk to you."

Silence fell again, making (Y/N) want to cry. It would suck if this was the way it was going to end.

She waited another moment, allowing the dwindling hope in her chest to linger for a second before she snuffed it out on the way back to her car. Just as she resigned herself to the lonely trek back home, she heard a deep breath being exhaled inside the apartment. He was right there.

Still, the door remained shut as she heard his voice for the first time in over a week. "If you're here to break up with me, that's... 's fine, I jus'—I don't..."—he plundered his words before he sucked in an audible breath—"I don't need to hear all of it, I understand already. Jus' don't tell anyone. I need this job to get through school and it's harder to keep it if people know."

"Har—"

He didn't give her a moment, immediately cutting her off with his wavering voice, "I-I don't know what y'saw, but I don't want to talk about it. I know 'm weird, or whatever y'think I am, I get it. But, I really need this job, (Y/N), an—"

"Harry," she tried again, breaking through both the door and the self-deprecating tone he had taken on, "I'm not here to break up with you, I just wanted to talk to you. I miss you."

Silence responded to her, leaving only a whisper of a sniffle to be heard on the other side. She wished he would open up, allow her to see him and comfort him. The vision of him with bloodshot, watery eyes was enough to chip at her heart, especially since the sight was still so fresh to her.

"I don't think any differently of you, you know," she continued, "This doesn't change how I feel about you. You're still my Harry." Another sniffle was heard, wilting her further. "You're still my Harry who's a little too good at physics to be normal, and my cuddle buddy, and my best friend. This doesn't change any of that for me."

A beat passed before the doorknob twisted, warning (Y/N) to step back before the door swung open to reveal Harry with watery eyes and flushed cheeks.

Her heart stuttered at the sight of him. She had seen glimpses of him in class, but she feared she was forgetting what it was like to be seen by him, too. She could fall to her knees if she wasn't careful.

"Really?"

She only gave a careful nod, unwilling to trust her voice to work around the lump growing in her throat. Harry's chest shook with a deep breath, his eyes rounded and wide as he took her in. He wouldn't turn her away this far in, right?

(Y/N) felt relief wash over her muscles as he stepped aside, gesturing for her to step inside his apartment. She all but tripped over herself to cross the threshold before he could retract the offer. There was nothing like being enveloped in Harry's scent, seeing all the markers of his presence all around her again. She'd never been more relieved. Now, she just needed to finish the job.

Rounding the corner out of the short hallway that made up his foyer, she stopped in the kitchen. She was hyper aware of the sound of him tailing her on his socked feet, though she didn't feel the warmth of his gaze. Once she turned around, she practically deflated when she realized she was right.

With his eyes on his feet and his hands bundled in a heap in front of him, Harry couldn't even look at her. Despite being so close, he'd never been farther away.

"You know," she started, a feigned light-heartedness in her tone she hoped would infect the space until it was real, "If you're weird for doing those shows, I watched for a couple of months and liked that I saw—so that makes two of us, I guess."

She waited with bated breath until a smile cracked at the corner of Harry's lips, the first sign of anything positive she'd seen from him in days.

"So," he mumbled, voice deep and graveled, "You're not here to break up with me? Or stop seeing me, or stop whatever it is that we're doing?" The full of his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth when he finally peeked a look at her, the flesh being worried between the blunt ends.

"No, of course not. I'm not scared off that easily."

Finally, she was granted with a soft smile blooming across Harry's features. His glossy eyes found hers with a more familiar flush pricking his cheeks. A minute difference was made in his body language, the shift so subtle she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't so adamant on giving him every inch of her attention. His muscles seemed less tense, leaving him with a slope in his broad shoulders, his hands less restless, and his jaw left without a tick.

"Can I.."—he swallowed as his gaze fell down the length of her body, appraising for anything he had missed—"Is it okay if I hug you?"

"Oh, Harry."

The sigh of his name came as a short warning before she closed the space between them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, peaking up to her tip-toes in an effort to hold him as close as she could. Harry didn't waste a second before dropping his face to snuggle into the crook of her neck, his arms looping around her waist as he melted into her. She felt him sigh against his neck, a contented noise slipping from his clogged throat as he burrowed into her hold.

"Sorry I got so upset," Harry murmured into her skin, his lips close enough to brush her skin and send shivers down her spine, "I never imagined this would go over well with anyone I was close to, like 'm close to you. I know 's really different, so I prepared for the worst, I guess."

(Y/N) shook her head as best she could without disrupting his cuddling form. "Don't be sorry for that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have confronted you in the middle of class like that."

"'S okay, flower," he whispered into her skin, dotting a gentle kiss against the curve, "I shouldn’t’ve kept it from you, and lied."

Her forgiveness was given in the form of a small press of her lips to his cheek. She gave one more gentle squeeze of her arms around his neck before slowly pulling away. Harry didn't let her get very far with an arm still wrapped around her middle, tugging her along with him as he moved them to his couch.

Once on the cushions, (Y/N) let out an airy laugh as he took the liberty to arrange her how he pleased, too determined to wait for his usual permission. He pulled her legs to drape over his lap though he kept her tucked against his side with his arm now slung over her shoulders. His free hand ran over her legs, following the bend of her knee and sliding up the full of her thigh before doubling back and starting the journey over. (Y/N)'s eyes followed him the whole way, aware of the heavily chipped green polish on his fingers and sore, red cuticles that cushioned his nail beds. She was going to have to give him some TLC, she decided, the sight of his neglected nails making her pout.

"So," Harry started, a smile evident in his voice, "Y'watched me? Liked it—liked me?"

A breathy laugh fell from her lips as her mouth fell open in a gape. He was teasing her—really teasing her. This was the closest she had ever seen him to the man she had known on her computer screen.

Looking up at him, she shook her head, incredulously. "No comment."

Harry's smile turned crooked, a cocky quality taking over the curve that she had never seen from him though she could have pictured H wearing that grin through his shows.

"Its my turn to confess something," (Y/N) piped up, her hands in her lap getting a bit restless at the thought of speaking this aloud.

"Can't be much worse than m'secret, so go for it," Harry laughed, a gentle shrug of his shoulder showing just how at ease he finally was with her. It made her heart glow knowing that he was comfortable with her, even more so than she had thought.

"Well," she sang, her voice lilting around the word, "You know that girl you've privately message with and sent stuff to... for free?"

"Wait," he stopped her, brows pinching as his gaze matched her own bashful one, "How d—... Are you my sweetheart?"

She rolled her lips between her teeth, gently nodding her head in affirmation. "That's me."

Harry's eyes grew wide, the lilypad of his iris glazing over her features in disbelief. "Are y'serious?! I—I didn't see that coming at all," he laughed, his arm on her shoulders tightening, "I guess I don't feel so bad, then. I had a little bit of a crush on that girl, so 's nice knowing it was m'girlfriend."

He was taking everything in stride now, (Y/N) noticed, the blush in his cheeks lacking and his wandering eyes that struggled to settle on her if she gave him too much of her undivided attention now gone. He seemed so much more confident than she had ever seen him—it made her proud.

"You had a crush on me?" she pressed, her fidgeting fingers reaching for the knit of the striped, oversized sweater on his torso.

"I don't know," he shrugged, a shy smile taking his lips, "I thought y'were very gentle and... sweet. Very different to what was going on in the shows and in m'inbox. I liked seeing y'there."

"That's cute, Harry," she cooed, leaning further into him to press a kiss to his flushed neck, "Now, what was that about me being your girlfriend? I didn't know about that." The shy, blushing man (Y/N) had come to know made a flickering reappearance at the sound of her question, Harry trying his best to hide his pink cheeks by pulling away. "No, no," (Y/N) protested through a smile, shifting so she sat squarely on his lap with her legs on either side of his hip so he had no choice but to face her, "Don't leave."

"'M sorry, I guess we never really talked about that either, huh?" he breathed, back to his bashful ways as he kept his gaze trained on his hands as he steadied them on her thighs, "I didn't mean to assume, especially after everything."

(Y/N) shrugged, reaching for his cheeks to cradle in her palms. "It's not much of an assumption if you're right."

His eyes softened to the shade of plush moss as he raised them to match her gaze. His cheeks warmed under her hands, letting her know just how sweetly her words affected him. Harry reached to place his own hands over hers, cupping the back of them with his palms.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Harry's dimples were felt under her hands as he leant forwards and nudged his nose against her own, a gentle brushing of his smiling lips against her mouth as he whispered something to himself she didn't quite catch. She swore she heard him say something about "my girlfriend" with wonder painting his tone.

In the same beat, Harry pulled back with wide eyes, his hands falling from hers to sit on the full of her thighs.

"Wha—"

"You like m'daddy stuff! Y'told me that!"

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to try and hide from him, shocked that he would take this moment to remember something like that. She let out a whining call of his name as she fell into his chest, abandoning his cheeks as she bundled her hands between their chest.

"You don't have to say it!" she bubbled, her complaint feeling very thin as a smile tainted her tone.

"'M jus' telling the truth. No more secrets, right?" Harry pressed, his tone just as light as her heart felt.

Still, he only wrapped his arms around her form and kept her close to his chest. (Y/N) had never been more relieved to be in his arms.

—————

"I can't believe y'forgot there was another lab this weekend."

"Can you really not believe it, or are you just saying that?"

(Y/N) squeezed her hand around Harry's as she gazed at him from the passenger seat, watching as a playful smile took his features. He gave a gentle shrug as he turned into the parking lot where the others from their lecture were waiting.

Stanfill had arranged another lab that was required if (Y/N) wanted any chance of passing her final, even though she promptly forgot about it after class was dismissed on Monday. Lucky for her, Harry was the best at remembering these kinds of things and reminded her the night before and offered to pick her up, leaving her in a giddy mood for the first time going into a lab.

"You know, now that I think about it," Harry mused, pursing his lips in feigned thought, "Sounds about right."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as Harry parked in a spot far away from the rest of their peers, the off campus building that Stanfill chose for their labs towering in front of them.

"You're annoying, but I would have failed this class so long ago without you," (Y/N) laughed, eager to clasp Harry's hand in hers again now that he didn't need it to drive.

"I jus' keep y'on track, y'do the rest," Harry countered, happily giving over his hand that was quickly cuddled between her two.

With the sun peering in through the window, Harry was backlit with a buttery glow from the star acting as his aura. His hair framed his face in waving strands, pieces curling around the rim of his glasses he had preemptively perched on his nose when he picked her up. The only thing that made the morning sun dim in comparison was the smile curling around his features with his dimples denting into his cheeks in loving dips.

"What?" he asked, his cheeks tinting pink at her attention.

"Nothing," (Y/N) smiled, twining her fingers between his, "Did you want to come over after this? Naomi is hanging out with Trystan and Oliver later, so we can camp out in the living room without having her walk in."

Harry dropped his gaze to their hands, his skin flushing a brighter pink than she had expected. "I—um—I've actually got to film a little after this."

He barely chanced a glance at her through his lashes as he stumbled through his words. The honesty surrounding his job was still something new for the both of them, especially for Harry to openly speak about. That day at his apartment, he had told her he never shared this secret with anyone, not even his best friend Mitch who he felt like he could tell anything to, making this adjustment period a lot more of an adjustment than he realized.

But, (Y/N) didn't want him to feel weird for telling her any of this. "Well, you can come over whenever you're done, if you want? I was planning on ordering some pizza tonight, so we could have dinner if you're able to make it."

Nothing made her happier than the gentle relief that softened his features whenever she treated him as if he really worked the marketing job he had made up for her. Using his hand in her's, he tugged her towards him, meeting her halfway over the center console.

"Thank you," he whispered, the words just a notch above silent as he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, "I'll definitely be over tonight, flower." Harry indulged her in one more soft kiss, his smile felt against her lips before pulling away. "I think we'd better go; 'm pretty sure we're the last people still out here."

"But, Stanfill isn't even he—" Before (Y/N) could finish, with his free hand, Harry pinched her chin and swiveled her head to where Professor Stanfill had parked with familiar faces from their lecture following after him into the building. "Oh."

"Don't sound so sad, you're making me upset," Harry teased, dropping a kiss to her cheek, "It'll be over before you know it—especially since 'm stealing you as m'partner."

(Y/N) couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she followed after him, finally excited about the prospect of a lab now that she knew Harry was going to be there to help her every step of the way. It was him this time that grabbed her hand when they rounded the front of his car, Harry tugging her along to trail after the main group.

"So," he started, playfully bumping his hip against her's, "Are y'gonna watch tonight? M'show, I mean."

Aside from her confession at his apartment, they hadn't talked much about the fact she was one of his viewers, leaving (Y/N) with a bubbling heat to fill her veins at the nonchalant way he asked.

"Maybe," she teased, mimicking his light-hearted tone, "Are you going to make it good?"

"You'll know if y'tune in, sweetheart."

Oh.

—————

"Harry, do we have to? You can just tutor me later."

(Y/N) felt his pulse pick up from where she had her lips pressed against his neck. Her physics textbook was long forgotten, having fallen into a heap on the floor when she accidentally kicked it off her bed as she moved to sit in Harry's lap. It was his fault—really! He had been the one to start up the game with her.

He had promised he would reward her with kisses after every successful material review, and after every question on their homework she answered correctly. She could argue that he should know by now how distracting these games could be to her; it was never just one kiss, one minute of indulgence. (Y/N) took advantage of his nearness every chance she could.

To be fair, she made it through a few rounds of his game before finally caving in, unable to resist the swollen puff of his raspberry lips and the curling mess that his hair was becoming with every pass of her fingers through the strands. That's how she found herself sat astride his lap, thighs split to fit his hips with her fingers tangled in the front of his sweater and her lips working over the flushed skin of his neck.

"Flower, we—" he gasped, his breathy voice wavering, "I thought y'were nervous for Friday's test? W-We've still got the back page to finish."

"We always have tomorrow to study," she pleaded, her thighs tensing around his lap when his grip on her waist tightened, "Why can't we do this for a little while, instead?" When she didn't receive any response, her desperation turned up a notch. "Please, Harry?"

Her begging finally drew a reaction from him in the shape of his warm hands abandoning her waist and coming up to cradle her cheeks in his palms. A shift appeared in his demeanor, the lines of his body growing sturdy as he took control.

"C'mere then, and kiss me properly."

(Y/N) didn't hesitate before she melted into him, willing to move in whatever position he wanted. She hummed into his mouth as he pet his thumbs over the height of her cheekbones, sealing his mouth onto hers in languid motions. He guided her through the kiss with her bottom lip tucked between his two, sweeping the tip of his tongue gently across the full of the pillow. His hands on her cheeks anchored her to the moment as he pulled her deeper and deeper with every re-angling of his lips and cant of his head.

With her hands on his chest, (Y/N) grappled for a hold as she became breathless the longer he had his mouth buttoned to hers. She swore she felt his heart beating a mile a minute under her palms.

"Harry," she sighed against him, his name sweet on her tongue.

A satisfied smile crooked his lips, the curl almost enough to keep him from properly kissing her before he strengthened the cradle of his hands on her cheeks. Though he had been sampling her taste with his tongue brushing over her bottom lip, with the sigh that slipped from her throat, he took it as an invitation to taste her in heavy sweeps. He snuck his tongue into her mouth, playing with her own before indulging in her fragrance. With every kiss, it felt like he was stealing the breath from her lungs, leaving a honey-thick glaze to drip through (Y/N)'s system that urged her to cling to him like he was the oxygen she was seeking.

Harry dropped his hands from her cheeks, finding the rounded curves of her hips with his palms instead. He shifted, bending his knees behind her to make a steadying nest of his limbs around her. At the movement, the rest of their books and notes went tumbling down onto her floor, with the clatter of what (Y/N) was sure was either his or her phone following after. She was momentarily distracted by the ruckus, attempting to pull away from Harry's kiss to make sure none of their things were damaged.

Raising one of his hands from her hips to pinch her chin, Harry stopped her from moving too far. "No," he mumbled, a small shake of his head following after with the tip of his nose nudging hers, "Gotta finish what y’started, flower."

Her concern dissolved like sugar at his words. She only gave a small sigh of his name, or at least the beginning of it before falling back into his kiss. (Y/N) wrapped her arms gently around his neck, her fingertips curling into the baby hairs that were fluffed on the back of his neck. She felt more than comfortable in his arms, his kiss something that was able to soothe her while still pulling the air from her lungs and urging her to beg for more. Her head was up in the clouds, with only thoughts of Harry with every sweep of his tongue across her own. (Y/N) had been lulled into contentment when she felt a glimpse of Harry's teeth against her bottom lip, the bite gentle while sending a sharp shiver to straighten her spine.

(Y/N) repeated the breathy call of his name, Harry happily swallowing the note with his own mouth as he soothed the bite with his tongue and affectionate kisses.

"Yeah, flower? 'M right here," he teased her, voice a low secret between them.

Her thighs tensed around his hips at the sound of his gravel deep voice with her fingers unconsciously tightening in his hair. From her vantage point on his lap, she was suddenly aware of the tent in his trousers underneath her. She couldn't stop herself before sinking deeper on his lap, allowing the bulge to press into her softness through her leggings.

If she thought his kiss was taking her breath away, nothing prepared her for the light-headed quality that settled over her at the feel of his cock against her core.

Harry seemed to sense she needed a moment to collect herself before she passed out in his arms. He dragged his mouth away from hers, his swollen lips trailing over her jawline before picking tender spots on her neck to lap and bite at.

"You know," he started, voice muffled against a particularly tender patch of skin behind her ear she could tell he was sucking a mark into, "I've thought about y'before filming or starting a show to get hard."

(Y/N) felt as if she had traded places with Harry, becoming the easily jostled one as he was now the man she had come to know through her computer screen. This was H teasing her and telling her just how much he desired her body.

Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N)'s head fell back. Her back arched with her hair tumbling down behind her, breasts pushed against the broad of Harry's chest. Her hands in his hair had reflexively ran through the strands, tightening in the curls in hopes of steadying her racing heart.

"Really?" she squeaked out, her eyes fluttering shut at the idea of him picturing her before the shows she got off to.

"Mhm," he hummed, a smug smile felt against her skin as he dotted his lips against the lovebite he no doubt curated behind her ear. He slid down her neck, finding the tender curve that slipped into her shoulder before sinking his teeth into the flesh. "Made getting through them really easy," he murmured, voice fanning over her heated skin, "Would have been even easier if I had known I was talking to the girl of m'dreams during—even if it was through a screen."

The fact that she had tuned into his shows wasn't something that was brought up very seriously between them. Harry more liked to tease her, prodding her with sly remarks about how he knew just what she liked, asking if she was going to be watching his show that night, or whatever he could to bring a warmth to her skin and a bashful drop to her features. She'd never heard him bring it up so seriously; she'd never heard him confess to liking the fact that she used to watch him. The idea made her thighs clench and something deep in her core to tighten.

She couldn't stop herself before (Y/N) was dragging her hips over his in slow runs, the motions minute enough that it was more torturous that relieving. Harry seemed more than pleased with her reaction. His hand that had been stationed on her neck traced down the side of her form in a lingering run. He followed the swell of her breast and the curve of her waist before landing on the thick of her thigh. His arm around her waist locked in place as he pulled away from the matching lovebite he was pressing into a new spot on her neck.

"Hang onto me, sweetheart," he murmured, dipping his head to press his cheek against hers.

Without question, (Y/N) followed his instruction, looping her arms around his neck just a moment before having her world flipped around in one swift motion. Whatever other study materials had been clinging to her bed were effectively dismissed, leaving the full of her bed to the two of them. (Y/N) was left with her back pressed into her mattress, tufts of her duvet waving around her like clouds with Harry hovering above her like an angel with swollen lips and hungry eyes.

Harry didn't waste a second before resuming the art he was making on her neck, colorful splotches forming an embedded necklace in her skin. "You're s'fucking hot, (Y/N)," he groaned into the dip of her collarbone, "I couldn't get y'out of m'head when I was in front of the camera."

She keened into him, hitching her leg around his hip with her arms still stationed around his neck. "Harry, I—"

His teeth sinking into her skin effectively cut her off, the sharp glint freezing her muscles before allowing a burning relief to pump through her system. A much too satisfied smirk took over Harry's features, the lopsided curve felt clearly through the tender patch of skin he was paying his attention to.

"What was that, sweetheart? Y'want to tell me something?"

With her mouth open in a slight gape, (Y/N) floundered for her words. She barely got out the syllables of his name before her thoughts died on her tongue, leaving him to fight off a smug smile pressed into her skin. All she could concentrate on was the feel of his hands plucking at the hem of her hoodie, slipping underneath the fabric to land on the bones of her hips. His fingers curled around her form, his thumbs petting over her pelvis.

"Y'want to know what I would think about when I got myself off? Want to know all the things I wished I could do with you?"

She gave out a gasp as he bit at the soft skin of her neck, her hands reaching to grasp tightly at his shoulders. She nodded her head in short jerks, eyes fluttering shut.

A breathy laugh fanned over her skin, (Y/N) able to imagine just the self-satisfied smile that Harry was surely sporting. "I used to think about you," he mused, adjusting his grip on her hips to slide his fingers into the waist of her leggings, "about filming with you."

He tucked his fingertips under the tight fabric of her pants, the spandex curling over itself under the force of his hands. The blunt of his nails slid smoothly over her thighs the further down he pushed the fabric. (Y/N) wasn't even sure what her body was reacting to when her stomach clenched and her hands on his shoulders tightened to a piercing grip: his words or his touch?

"F-Filming with me?" she whispered, voice broken under the weight of her pleasure.

"Mhm," Harry hummed, abandoning the string of lovebites he made to decorate her neck and sliding to lay between her spread legs. His feet hung off the edge of her small bed, the same bed she had unknowingly fantasized about him in after watching his H character on screen. "I wanted to have a video of you all for myself. See what it looked like when I took care of you."

Before she realized it, Harry had her leggings off her body and balled up in a pile on the floor as he sat on his knees before her. She was left in only her panties, the weighted air that was developing around the room coming to lay over her. Using his solid grip on her legs, he raised her ankles to be level with his face. A sidelong glance was delivered in her direction as Harry dipped his head down and pressed small kisses to the bones of her ankles, his hands following after as he slowly worked his way upwards to lay on his stomach between her thighs. He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, his nose skimming along as he kept his eyes trained on her face.

"I thought about this," he murmured, words smeared against the inside of her thigh as his hands squeezed the flare of her hips, "Having y'there with me, legs spread for me jus' like this." He fiddled with the waistline of her panties, tugging at the delicate seams that stitched the satin together. With his eyes still watching for her reactions, gazing at her through the frame of his lashes, Harry moved to plant a gentle kiss on the base of her stomach, just above the line of her underwear.

(Y/N)'s tummy jumped at the tickling feel of his kiss, her breath catching in her throat. The curls of his hair worked as their own stimulant, brushing over her skin in feather-light brushes that made her skin feel tight under his attention. Her hands had since retreated to the tufts of duvet around her, leaving her to clench the fabric roughly between her fingers.

"Harry, I—Please," she gasped, unsure of anything else other than she wanted him to keep going.

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, his amusement fanning across her heated skin. "Everyone would get to see how gorgeous y'are. How pretty y'look with me. They'd see how good y'are for me, too."

(Y/N) almost wanted to whine when he pulled his face away from the apex of her thighs, watching as he moved to lay his head with his cheek pressed into the plush of her thigh. For the first time since situating himself between her legs, Harry's eyes drifted from her own to land on one of his hands playing with her panties. He looked so casual in his position, as if he wasn't playing a teasing game with her.

"Were these expensive, sweetheart?"

She blanched at his sudden subject change, dropping her gaze to where he tugged at her underwear with complete focus. "No, b—"

"Are these your favorite?"

"N-no, wh—"

Before she could finish any of her questions, Harry fisted his hands around the seams of her underwear and snapped the thread holding it all together. The misshapen fabric lay in tatters before he tugged it away from her body and threw it to join the pile of her leggings.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, his muscles clear even under the layer of his hoodie concealing his form. While she knew this was Harry—all of the teasing remarks and strong points of dominance—she still couldn't believe this was her Harry. He used to blush every time she looked at him and struggled with holding her hand for a month, and now he was ripping her panties because he couldn't wait even a second longer to see all of her.

He didn't waste a second before he dipped his head and pressed small kisses to her hips, his hands rucking up her hoodie to settle in the curve of her waist. "I thought about this all the time," he murmured, words dripping over her skin like honey though it was never enough to quell any of the tightness in her tummy, "Getting to take y'like this. Have everyone see how perfect y'are and how much I adore you. You'd be the star."

(Y/N) hadn't realized her eyes had fluttered closed until she felt his hands reaching for hers in the bundles of bedding around her. He gently took her wrists, startling her into blinking her bleary eyes open. He brought her hands to slip into his hair and anchor her to the moment, his gaze matching hers through the crown of his lashes. His warmth radiated into her palms, giving her another thing to focus on that was just Harry.

Harry kissed his way from her hips to her core, "What do y'think, flower? Haven't got a lot to say right now, do you?"

There was just a ghost of a smug smile on his lips before he settled further into her mattress and pressed a smearing kiss to her clit. (Y/N) jumped in her spot, ill-prepared for the jolt that went up her spine at the feel of his lips on her pussy. She was grateful for the hold she had on his hair, especially when the tug she gave elicited a rumbling groan from the back of his throat. He had to fight to keep his eyes open as she felt his tongue swipe through her folds, the tip parting her slit and allowing him a taste. His arms wrapped around her thighs from underneath, giving Harry a grip along the sensitive inside as her legs pillowed his head.

"Hm, sweetheart?" he prodded, his voice feeling heavy on her wetness.

"I—oh my god—What about your face?" she gasped, unsure of what exactly was coming out of her mouth, "Pe-People would see you."

Though he had pressed her for a response, Harry didn't interrupt himself for even a second to answer her. He flattened his tongue against her clit and nuzzled into her, nose skimming her mound. Her thighs tensed in his hands, her muscles bunching together before he dipped his tongue lower and prodded at her clenching opening. He stroked her in tight runs with the broad of his tongue, lapping through her folds. His arms around her legs allowed him to press her tightly against his face, his nose buried against her clit with his chin growing wet with her slick.

Harry pulled away with a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the mess he was making between her legs. His face glistened in the lowlight of her bedroom as he abandoned his hold on one of her thighs and traced his fingers around her pussy. (Y/N)'s toes curled into the bedding that surrounded his sides, her own bucking up against his fingers.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart," he mumbled, voice raw and breathless, "I don't care if they see me—I don't care as long as its with you."

(Y/N) had almost forgotten what he was talking about having had her lungs squeezed of air and thoughts left tainted with only one name. But, the reminder that he wanted to film her—film himself eating her out—tugged at the knot in her stomach and further tangled her nerve-endings.

"Oh my—Harry," she gasped, fingers tight in his hair.

"Yeah?" he smiled, a smug curl to his lips, "Y'like that idea, sweetheart? Want to be my video girl and have everyone see jus' how well I take care of you?"

She wasn't even aware she was nodding her head until Harry breathed a laugh against her, his fingers still prodding and poking in teasing runs at her pussy. She never thought she'd be into something like that, honestly, never having had the desire to film herself doing anything intimate. But the way Harry described it, like it was a dedication to how much he adores her and a way to show off how well she was taken care of, changed everything. It didn't feel so dirty the way he talked about it.

Maybe it was nothing other than the lust glazing her mind, but (Y/N) almost wished there was a camera on them now to record the first time they indulge themselves in one another.

"You're so cute, flower—makes me want to fuck y'so hard," Harry laughed into her skin.

He dotted a single kiss to the inside of her thigh before ducking into her pussy. He brought his lips to her clit, kissing at the bud and lapping with his tongue while two of his fingers edged at her opening. She felt him everywhere, surrounded by every bit of his presence. If only she could kiss him at the same time, but she figured his efforts were better spent elsewhere.

"You're not gonna tell me, sweetheart?" he teased, referencing his question that still had no answer. His lips smeared over her clit, muffling his words, "That's okay. Y'can tell me later how much y'love it when y'can think properly again."

(Y/N) wanted to be embarrassed with how out of it she was, how she wasn't able to form much of a thought with Harry all over her, but she had much more pleasant things to worry about.

Harry shuffled on the bed between her legs, taking his fingers from her for just a second so he could throw her legs over his shoulders. "Ready, flower?" he hummed, taking his two fingers and prodding at her tight entrance.

"Please, please," (Y/N) whined, breathless as she chanced a look at him. She barely caught the edge of his self-satisfied smile before he dipped his head and worked his tongue through her folds and over her clit just as he slipped his fingers inside.

It was a snug fit, (Y/N) realized, his fingers much larger than her own that she had been utilizing for the better part of the last year. She keened at the contact, his fingertips expertly finding the spongy spot by her entrance others had struggled to find even after multiple sessions with her. Her gasping breaths attempted to form the sound of his name as he sucked her clit between his lips while his fingers inside her curled against her spot, but she barely got past the first syllable before it died on her tongue. Her toes curled against his back and hips bucked into his face, Harry moaning against her form with each show of pleasure she made.

With a particularly harsh stroke of his fingers, Harry lingered on the soft spot on her walls, circling his fingertips over the delicate flesh as best he could through her tightness. Along with the feel of his nose buried in her wetness and her clit tucked between his lips, (Y/N) didn't know how much longer she was going to last.

"Harry!" she cried, her back arching with her breasts brushing against the cotton lining the inside of her hoodie, "I—Oh, I'm—"

"Yeah, 'm right here, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath coming out in pants the few times he managed to pull away, "That your spot? Did I find it?"

Harry didn't let up for even a second now that he got her sloppy confirmation, her panting breaths and bucking hips enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Each thrust of his fingers inside was just foreplay for the moment he made contact with the spongy spot, taking every moment of reprieve from (Y/N) until she was close enough to the edge she worried she was going to explode.

He sucked tightly at her clit before popping off, a wet noise resounding from his lips. "Y'close, sweetheart? I can feel y'squeezing me."

"Uh-huh," she whined, nodding her head with her hair a messy halo laid out on her pillow, "So close."

"Gonna make y'cum so hard, flower," he bragged, stopping the strokes of his fingers until he was focused solely on massaging her g-spot.

The constant attention on her soft spot, along with the feel of smearing kisses and dragging sucks placed on her clit was enough to elevate (Y/N) to another level she had never been on. It felt like her body was squeezing everything out of her: the air in her lungs, the tears in her ducts, and the slick that dripped from inside her. Harry's fingers kept her plugged though she worried for the burst that was bound to happen.

"H-Harry, wait," she breathed, her grip on his hair weak now that she was focused on keeping everything in though it begged to burst out of her, "It's t-too much, hold on."

Harry only shook his head, his tongue lapping over her clit before pulling away with a pop. "No, 's okay, sweetheart. Keep going, jus' let it out, yeah? Don't hold it in."

"B-But—"

"Cum for daddy, sweetheart."

Something triggered in her the second she had heard the words she had only heard through her speakers before then. She allowed her body to both clench and release at the same time; her lungs were left empty, her voice broken, with tears leaking from the corner of her eyes while the rest of her body was left with tightly coiled muscles. Harry pulled his fingers from her pussy, leaving one last place for her to release.

(Y/N) couldn't keep track of everything she was feeling as her vision descended to a white glare behind her eyelids. The only reason she knew Harry was still with her was the fact she could feel his hair between her fingers and the faint feeling of his breath washing over her slit. He hadn't been joking when he told her he was going to make her cum hard.

Her fingers and toes felt sore as she came down, the appendages having been curled so tightly that her bones felt brittle as she released the position. Air came to her in deep pants and choked sighs though she struggled to open her eyes at all. Cooling tear tracks could be felt dripping from the seams of her eyes and into her hairline. She was sensitive to everything.

Especially the feel of Harry pressing wanton kisses to her pussy, even though she was clearly out of commission for the rest of the night.

"Harry, st-stop," she croaked out, using the leverage she held in his hair to pull him back, "I'm too—It's too much."

Managing to finally peel her eyes open, she peeked down at him through her hazy vision. Her heart stopped when she caught sight of the drips falling from his chin, his cheeks and nose shining in the same slick that glazed his lips. Even the collar of his hoodie was darkened and damp with what (Y/N) was too scared to admit was from her.

All the while, the lopsided smile on Harry's face never wavered, satisfaction coloring his features.

"I made y'squirt."

Her mouth fell in a gape, drawing her hands from his hair to bundle at her middle as she felt shy all of the sudden. She wished she could close her thighs, conceal Harry's view, but she knew better than to try with him still between her.

"I-I... Harry, I've never," she floundered, her voice just a hair above a whisper.

"I know." His hands massaged at her thighs, the sensitive insides left coated in slick and dripping just like her core.

She was mortified. (Y/N) didn't even know her body could do something like that, but of course the first time it happens is all over Harry's face. No one liked a face full of cum without warning.

"I'm so sorry, I-I can't believe th—"

"Why are y'sorry, silly?" Harry laughed, pressing a goodbye kiss to the inside of her thigh before abandoning the space between her legs. He fit his hips against her's, uncaring of the wetness that was no doubt going to stain his sweatpants. He settled in above her with a grin on his lips, dimples deep in his shining cheeks. Swiping a hoodie covered hand over the bottom half of his face, Harry wiped away the remains of her dripping arousal, "I don't know why you're apologizing to me. I was trying to do that—I liked it."

"You were?" she murmured, eyes rounding out as she gazed up at him.

"Mhm," he hummed, reading to cradle her cheek with his clean hand, "Y'think that happened on accident?"

"I just...I never thought I could do that," she breathed, sinking into the bed below her.

"Hm," Harry hummed, feigning a guise of thought, "We'll jus' have to find out what else y'can do then, won't we?"

"I guess so," she laughed, her eyes fluttering closed as she fisted his hoodie in her palms.

Harry dropped a short kiss to her lips, the contact innocent despite what had just transpired between them. She could feel his smile through the kiss, Harry lingering for just a second before slowly detangling himself from her. "Ny's still out, right?"

"Yeah, why?" she yawned, finally closing her legs now that he wasn't blocking her from doing so.

"'M going to grab something to clean y'up with. I'll be right back, flower."

(Y/N) only nodded her head and sighed as she settled in her bedding. She felt warm all over, from the tips of her aching toes to the messy hair at the top of her head. Her skin was bare, but she felt the cover of Harry's affection seeping into her bones and swathing her like a blanket or his arms around her body.

Harry returned moments later, stripped from his hoodie to leave the white t-shirt he had on underneath the only thing covering his torso. His face was clean and fresh looking, with only the smallest smears of wetness darkening his grey sweatpants revealing what had happened not even ten minutes earlier. A damp flannel was held in his hand as he toed away her discarded clothes that littered the floor.

"Stay still for me, love," he mumbled to her as he dropped to his knees at the edge of her bed. He gently pried her thighs open, his hands soft and tender as he moved her. He kept her steady when she jumped at the first contact with the washcloth, a stutter in her breath occurring. "Y'feel alright? I didn't push y'too hard, did I? I know y'asked me to slow down, but I knew it would feel so good for y'if I kept going."

"No, no," she shook her head, playing with the strings on her hoodie as she peeked down at him, "I just wasn't expecting it that's all. It felt good."

(Y/N) became hyper aware of the fact he still hadn't cum tonight when something hungry flashed over his eyes. "Can't wait to see y'do it again," he murmured, his eyes fixing to where he was cleaning her up.

"Not tonight," she laughed, twirling the hoodie string over her finger, "I don't know if you could tell, but I think I'm out of order for the rest of the night. And, we need to do some laundry before Ny comes home, I think."

"Maybe," he smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her knee before standing to the full of his height, "All clean. Let me grab y'some clothes."

(Y/N) directed him to one of her drawers in her dresser, where a pair of burgundy sweats were folded on top. She expected him to go hunting for another pair of underwear for her, only for him to resume his position at her feet and help her into the comfortable pants.

"Ready?" he asked once he had the elastic waistband tucked against her hips.

"Mhm, thank you," (Y/N) smiled, sitting up though her posture was still a bit shaky.

A crooked smile took Harry's features as he looked up at her. "Can I have a kiss before we start some laundry?"

With her hands cradling his cheeks, (Y/N) happily pressed her lips against his own. The kiss was tender and sweet, the polar opposite to the person he was between her legs.

But, she knew that was still her Harry, no matter what side decided to share with her.

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It was routine now the way (Y/N) consistently copied off of Harry's notes. She didn't even bother listening to Stanfill anymore now that she had a much more competent teacher beside her.

Harry was always well aware of her wandering eyes finding his paper. He never failed to give her a good view of his notes and let her take a lingering peek whenever there was something longer he had written down. But, Harry was still much faster than she was typing in her version of his notes, allowing him to be almost a full page ahead of her at any given time.

That was why she hadn't even noticed he had stopped taking proper notes, until she came to the section he was working on. The heading was titled with her name, a rudimentary heart floating in the space beside it. Underneath was a list of compliments and suggestions he had for how they should use their free time after class.

-you look really pretty.

-after this, we should hide in your car for a little while and kiss before you go home. and I know you're going to tell me no because you don't want me to be late to class, but I don't care.

-I adore you

When she peeked up to look at him, a warmth blooming behind her cheeks, she found Harry facing forward with his teeth biting back his smile. His face was dusted into a light pink when he felt her eyes on him, dimples denting deeper into his cheeks. He'd been waiting for her to notice.

"You know," (Y/N) whispered, reaching across to be level with his ear, "We could kiss right now. Why wait til after class."

Though he was smiling, his blush climbing to the tips of his ears, he hushed her. "Don't tempt me," he warned, though (Y/N) figured it wasn't much of an unappealing threat.

Nonetheless, she pressed a quick kiss to his heated cheek, just at the very corner of his lips.

"(Y/N)..."

"Do we have any questions back there, Mr. Styles?"

Stanfill's voice boomed throughout the lecture hall, Harry straightening his posture at the sound. He didn't lose the glowing smile on his lips, (Y/N) noticed, the curl only growing when he reached across and settled his hand on her thigh under the cover of the table.

"No, sir."

Even when Professor Stanfill hmph'd and continued on with his monotonous lecture, (Y/N) couldn't look away from the blushing boy beside her. To think she had dreamed about him for months—all facets of him—and now he was hers.

Maybe she did like her Physics class.

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Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.

⋆⑅˚₊ 🐰 ⏐Cutest Bunny

You have a little surprise for your boyfriend on the occasion of your couple's anniversary. But before he unwraps his gift, he wants to finish the game he started.

❤︎ Pairing: Dom!Taehyung x Sub/Fem!Reader

❤︎ Genre: Established relationship, smut

❤︎ Word count: 4k

❤︎ Warnings: gamer bf tae, hard dom tae 🤓, cute bunny lingerie (that's what she's wearing 👉🏻 🐰), pet play, master kink, rough spanking, praising & degradation, face fucking (really light ☺️), unprotected sex, breeding kink (we don't change a winning team!!).

❤︎ A.N.: Wooo we're at 1.5k followers! 👏🏻 What about a Taehyung fic to celebrate? 💋Thank you, @yutagl0w, my sweet, sweet baby for helping me throughout this fic (and typically everything else) and giving me those gorgeous ideas! What would I do without you, baby!? 🥹

❤︎ Playing: Unfold

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Taehyung really likes pet play. If him calling you bunny, the cutest bunny, isn't proof of it, well, he's been fooling you your whole relationship. But you know he likes it. Very much.

Kneeling at his feet when he's gaming or simply scrolling on his phone, patting your head when he's proud of you, making you crawl on the floor to follow him to the bedroom, calling him Master... He's really into it.

There are things you still haven't explored yet, and when you saw the bunny lingerie on your TikTok feed, you instantly fell in love. You knew right away that he'd like it, so you ordered it without telling him, of course.

The package came and you were happy to see all the items; the bunny ears, the choker, the thong with the cute fluffy tail attached to it and everything in pink. The perfect outfit for a heated night with your boyfriend.

So the day of your anniversary, you decide you'd put it on and surprise him with it. You both agreed on not buying gifts, but this present will please the both of you anyway.

"Taehyungie..." You happily say his name to catch his attention that is currently focused on his computer's screen.

"Hm?" He hums, inviting you to tell him what you have to say and glimpsing your way. He double checks, not sure if he imagined you half nude or not.

He raises his eyebrows when he gets a look of your outfit, scanning your whole body without saying a word. Was it a good idea...? You're not as sure anymore when he looks at you this way. He eyes you up and down and removes one of his headphones from his ear, putting his game on pause.

You quickly realize that Taehyung is quite thrilled by your outfit, after all. You can just tell with the way his eyes are glued to your body, liking how your pink bra hugs your breasts perfectly and how you look so pretty right now.

His tongue darts out to lick his plump lips, leaning back in his gaming chair and spreading his legs apart. "Twirl around," he orders you and you execute yourself, satisfied with your boyfriend's reaction. He bites down on his lip when he catches the bunny tail on your lower back, enjoying this even more. "What's that, baby? Is it for me?"

The corners of your lips instantly lift up to form a smile and you nod your head. You lock your hands behind your back, shyly waiting for what else Taehyung's going to say. He frowns slightly, tapping his bottom lip with his index finger while his pretty head is reflecting.

"Come here," he invites you and when you do, he stops you. "No, bunnies don't walk, do they?" He asks you sarcastically, tilting his head to the side, registering every one of your moves.

You hesitantly crouch down, placing your hands on the floor by your sides to keep your balance. His eyes follow you closely, clearly loving this current situation where he puts you in a degrading position.

"You really want me to hop...?"

At that, Taehyung looks at you disappointedly. "What's this slutty outfit for, then, hm? You wanna put bunny ears on, you gotta act like one, baby," he tells you like it's obvious and you feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. "Come on, don't make me wait."

You prompt yourself on your tiptoes and make a leap towards him, hopping until you reach his feet. Then, you look up at him and sit on your knees, hands on your thighs.

He extends one arm toward your face and caresses your cheek gently, making you lean on his touch. "Such an obedient bunny," he praises and you can't refrain yourself from smiling, almost purring, too.

He pinches your cheek and shakes it, giving you a light smack on the face after. You feel heat pooling between your legs at that, turned on by Taehyung's dominant behaviour.

He turns back around to face his PC and you position yourself between his legs, fitting yourself under his desk. You look at him gullibly, pouting as your boyfriend's attention leaves you to resume his game instead.

You bring yourself closer to him, tugging on his grey joggers. "Master..." You call him with a hint of sadness in your voice.

Taehyung briefly glances down at you before looking up at his PC's screen again. "Shhh. Be a good bunny and let me finish my game, yeah?" He instructs you and a sigh doesn't miss to leave your mouth. He replaces his headphone over his ear correctly and takes his controller back in hands.

You lay your face down on his thigh, basically sitting at his feet like the good bunny he wants you to be. He passes his arms over your body as you rest between his legs, watching his thumbs skillfully move the joysticks around and his fingers press on the controller's buttons.

You stay like that for a couple of minutes before something more interesting catches your attention. You sneak a manicured hand between his legs to reach his crotch. At first, Taehyung doesn't seem to react, so you continue touching him through his sweatpants. You feel his cock under your palm and it's enough to turn you totally insatiable.

He's concentrated on his computer's screen, not minding you any attention. You pout even more, but it only encourages you to go further. You palm his soft dick, having one goal in mind; making him hard.

You approach your head closer to his crotch and kiss his clothed cock while still running your hand over him. You notice him frowning, a crease forming between his soft, dark eyebrows. You smile for yourself at that.

Considering Taehyung's high libido, you know his mind is running wild right now, as wild as yours. It's not difficult to make him horny, in fact, he's pretty much always craving sexual intimacy. There's just one tiny detail to keep in mind, though; his stamina is endless. So if you start, you're in for a long time.

That's why he likes to play and tease before initiating anything. The wait is so thrilling that every touch and literally every breath turn you into a brainless stupid girlfriend. Even now, the situation might be more painful to you than to him who's going to get his dick sucked.

So you pass your hand under his sweatpants, finding his bulge immediately. He only takes a deep breath when your fingers brush against his penis, eyes still glued on the screen. You caress him a little harder, really giving the friction he needs to get hard. You absolutely love his size, long and big. Well, you love everything about his dick, to be honest. Especially the fact that it's your boyfriend's.

You position yourself better and don't hesitate to free his cock out of his briefs. You look up and see him biting down on his bottom lip, trying not to react at your ministrations. He's so gorgeous and his cute moles are visible from where you are, his face illuminated by the computer's screen producing light in the dark bedroom.

You stroke his cock a couple of times and you're satisfied to see it slowly but surely hardening under your hand. You hum appreciatively and take the tip in your mouth, just suckling on it for the moment. You give his dick lots of love, mouthing the head and moving your palm up and down over the rest.

After some minutes of loving work, his pretty cock stands tall against his brown t-shirt. You sense his arms moving around you and he shifts in his seat, spreading his legs further apart. You understand he's silently telling you to keep going. You gladly pursue your actions.

You lick the underside of his long erection, down to his balls and up to his dark pink tip. You feel the vein on your tongue and you press your thighs against each other, already needy for his cock in your pulsating pussy.

A couple of licks and kisses later, you wrap your lips around him and lower your head on the whole of his length. It takes you time and some breaths to reach his pelvis, but you eventually do it. After all, he trained you well for this.

You bob your head at a regular pace, knowing that it turns Taehyung crazy. You make sure to stroke the rest that doesn't fit with your palm, since it's safer for you to take what you can in your mouth. Your bunny ears get in the way, the headband bumping against his chest each time you bottom out, though you don't bother to take it off.

"Ah, shit," he hisses and you glimpse his way, watching him grit his teeth as you bounce your head on his hard cock. He's heavy on your tongue and he tastes deliciously.

You wiggle your hips happily and your bunny tail catches Taehyung's eyes. He clenches his jaw, wanting nothing more but to spank your ass until you're crying fat tears. Good pets know how to behave around their owners, and you're not acting like one.

You're distracting him from his game and it's with no surprise that he loses it. He removes his headphones hastily, discarding them and his controller on his desk. He doesn't even bother to leave the game, staying on the game over screen.

You only realize he stopped playing when he pushes your head down on him, forcefully keeping you in place over his dick, balls touching your chin. "Fucking brat," he says angrily, gripping your hair so tightly it makes your scalp hitch.

You start gagging around his cock, drool dripping down to his balls and down to the chair. When you think you're going to choke around dick, he pulls on your hair and yanks your head up. His erection falls out of your mouth and you cough, eyes watery.

He slaps your cheek with his other hand, making you flinch and turn your head to the side from the force of the smack. It could've been harder, but you feel your skin tingle. "I told you to let me finish, and now you made me lose," he scowls you and you pout, this time because you feel bad for acting selfishly.

He lets go of your hair and stands up, stuffing his erect penis back into his boxers. He takes a hold of your bicep and pulls you up on your feet, looking at him baffled. "I'm sorry..." You mumble, face to face with Taehyung.

You hold in your breath, locking eyes with your boyfriend. He casually readjusts the bunny ears on your head, a gesture so soft it has you disconcerted for a second, before he turns you around and bends you over his desk. Some of his stuff falls on the ground, but he pays no mind to it.

"You're gonna pay for it," he threatens you and you shudder in desire. He lays his hands on your butt, palming it and admiring it before he wrecks it with his handprint.

He plays briefly with the straps of your pink thong, licking his lips as he eyes the fluffy white ball attached to it. You form two fists with your hands, refraining yourself from moving, not wanting to disobey your boyfriend — your Master again.

He strokes one cheek with his large palm, preparing you before the harsh punishment, almost like a warning. A delicious and exciting warning. And then he gives you a violent smack, the sound of skin hitting skin resonating in the room, the stinging pain making you wince and moan.

"You fucking like that, hm?" He asks you, voice filled with malice. But before you can even speak, he spanks you again, this time harder. The hit makes your ass jiggle and Taehyung doesn't wait a second to slap it for a third time. "Of course, you do. You're just a dumb little bunny..."

He smacks the other cheek, gripping the flesh after, kneading it in his big palm. He smacks it again and again. There's no time for you to take a break, except when he's caressing you, that's the only opportunity where you can take a breath, really. He slaps your ass with such hardness it has you crying like Taehyung fantasies earlier when you had his cock in your mouth.

You whine, loving your punishment even though you shouldn't, but you can't help it. Your skin burns, and you don't really care, nor does he. You've been a bad bunny, that's what you deserve.

"Mas-" You get cut off by a spank, gasping between the two syllables. "-ster!" You moan out, face squished against the surface of the desk, arching your back to keep your ass up in the air for Taehyung.

"Liking what I do to your poor little ass, bunny?" He speaks up, soothing the sore skin of your butt. "Liking getting spanked by your Master?" His husky voice fills the air, reaching your ear, but you have a difficult time to register what he's saying.

You take longer to answer so he slaps you again. "Yes, yes... I love it, Master," you affirm, agreeing with him because otherwise you would be lying. And Taehyung's always right anyway.

He soon comes to a halt, giving your sore skin a little break. He grips your hips and makes you straighten your back, spinning you around. His lips instantly catch yours, stealing your breath, whining throughout the feverish kiss you're sharing.

Though you want his mouth against yours forever, he breaks it and creates a small gap between your two bodies. "On the floor," he commands and you kneel in front of him. You look up at him through your eyelashes, noticing him pulling his joggers and underwear down. "Since you wanted to suck my cock so bad, I'm gonna make you choke on it."

"But Tae-"

"No, shut up," he severely orders and you seal your mouth shut. You watch his erection springs free, already salivating at the beautiful sight he offers you.

He holds the back of your head and guides his dick toward your mouth. You open wide, a little bit sad Taehyung's mad at you, but still really, really turned on.

He stuffs your mouth full of his cock, going in all the way down your throat. No time for you to breathe, no time for you to even think properly. He keeps you in place, veins producing on his arm as he uses his force to make you take his fat cock in your mouth.

You whimper around him and he observes you from above, groaning his pleasure. His fluffy bangs cover his eyes, but you can still see them looking at you, so much hunger and desire in them. He bites down on his lip again and it's almost ridiculous how he looks so hot right now.

He makes you bounce your head on him, drool dripping down your chin and down to your breasts. It's messy and he can't get enough. He can see your ass from his point of view, your little bunny tail saying hi to him. He moans loudly, gripping your hair really tightly, guiding your head up and down his length.

He shaved a couple of days ago so you can feel his growing pubic hair tingling your lips and nose each down he bottoms out. The feeling makes your stomach flutter and you wiggle your ass, just so happy to be used by your Master in such a filthy way.

"Aah, good bunny, such a good bunny..." He says under his breath and this makes you feel great hearing him praise you. With his other he lifts up the hem of his t-shirt, taking a better look at his dick disappearing and reappearing between your lips coated in spit. "My bunny loves to suck her Master's cock, doesn't she? Hmm?" Taehyung questions, voice filled with lust, pupils fully dilated.

You moan around him, giving a positive answer. He smirks, but his face contorts in pleasure when you swallow him, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he eyes you down.

You feel his grip on your hair slightly loosen, his anger against you slowly going away as you suck him like a good slut. Taehyung deserves it, you tell yourself. He deserves to have so much pleasure and you have to procure it to him.

"Fuck, that's enough, baby," he announces and pulls your head away, his wet cock slapping against his t-shirt. You lick your lips clean, watching him hungrily, waiting for his instructions. "See, it's not that hard to be a good pet, right?" He strokes your cheek delicately, a way to show you you did so well.

"Yes," you say quietly, nodding your head.

He removes his t-shirt in a swift motion, revealing his tanned skin to you. It only takes you a second before you think to yourself how beautiful Taehyung is, and how you love simply everything about him.

You have the urge to wrap your arms around his leg and you do it without thinking twice about it, looking up at him with an exaggerated pout on your lips. You snuggle your face against his leg and he softly pats your hair.

"I'm sorry, Master. Please, forgive me," you plead him with your sweetest voice, and you're relieved to see a smile forming on his face.

"I will, baby. How could I not when you dressed up yourself for me?" He coos at you and you happily nuzzle up to him. "You're my cute little bunny, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," you hastily respond, almost clawing at his joggers, hugging his leg like your life depends on it.

He chuckles, caressing your hair delicately. "Would you present yourself on the bed for me, bunny?" He asks, but you know that you can't dare to refuse.

So you nod, crawling to the bed and climbing it to sit prettily in the middle of it. Taehyung watches you closely, satisfied with how obedient and submissive you are to him. You kneel, placing your hands on your thighs.

"Good girl." He positions himself beside the edge of the bed. "Come here," he softly commands and you do what he told you to. "Now turn around." You turn around, your back facing him. "Do you think you deserve to have my cock inside your tiny pussy?" He whispers against your ear and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Yes, please, Taehyungie... I waited all day, I was only thinking about you," you whine, pouting even more. "And your big cock." When you say that, he spanks one of your asscheeks, which surprises you. "Ouch!"

"Don't say such things, it's not pretty in your mouth," he reprimands you, and you respond with a quiet 'sorry' in return.

Your boyfriend grips your hips and presses your ass against his wet cock, hearing him letting out a low moan. You lay your two hands flat on the mattress in front of you, positioning yourself on all fours. Taehyung slaps your butt, but this time not hard, even though it still pains you since he bruised your skin earlier.

He hooks a finger under the string of your pink thong, putting the material to the side, exposing your pussy to him. Your hole is glistening in your wetness, clitoris pulsating and only asking for a little bit of friction.

He grips his cock and swipes his swollen tip between your pussy lips, spreading your juices over the entirety of his length by the same occasion. You move your ass from side to side to incite Taehyung to finally penetrate you.

"Please, Master..." You moan out when he inserts the tip, but only the tip. You wait for him to go in deeper, twisting the bedsheets between your fists, though he doesn't move.

He puts his head in and out, enjoying how your pussy quivers, literally begging him to fuck you. "Be patient, bunny," he warns you and you know you shouldn't complain anymore, but God, why is he teasing you so much?

"But why? Just put it in!" You cry, crocodile tears falling on your cheeks. You're very frustrated, you weren't lying when you were saying you've waited for him all day. "I can't fucking wait anymore!"

Suddenly, he slides all the way in, balls deep into you. "Little bitch," he hisses and shoves your face against the mattress, sticking his chest to your back. "Watch your stupid tongue," he forces you to look at him and goosebumps run all over your skin when your gaze meets his. "Or I'll have to wash your fucking mouth out with soap."

He stays buried into you, not moving a bit, only boring his eyes into your skull. You nod your head with difficulty, pearls dripping down your burning cheeks. You gulp when he straightens his back, setting a slow pace at first.

"Hands behind your back," he breathes out, and holds both of your wrists with one hand when you put them behind your back. Ass in the air, he thrusts in and out of your pussy like nothing happened.

He still has a crease between his eyebrows, but it's his concentrated expression, not really the face he makes when he's pissed off.

He casually fucks you, your flesh jiggling as his hips snaps against it roughly. The sound of skin against skin resonates in the room, making the whole scene even filthier than before. Taehyung grunts behind you, and his dick reaches so deep in your cunt it has you rolling your eyes back into your skull.

You moan as he lets out animalistic noises out of his mouth, taking control of you and never letting you free. Why would he anyway when you like it so much?

"What about I knock you up, bunny, mmh?" He asks, and the idea has your stomach twisting, pussy clenching so hard Taehyung feels it clearly. "Will you finally learn how to behave, then?"

"Aah, Taehyung..." You whine, breathing heavily, mind dizzy, but still catching what he's saying. "Yes, I'll behave, I promise," you moan into the blanket when he precisely hits your sensitive spot.

He doesn't stop the movements of his hips, keeping the rhythm regular and distinct. "Yeah? Having your belly swollen with my baby will make you behave, you think?" He's starting to lose his breath, but his energy is still there, fucking his cock into your cunt until tomorrow if he wants to.

"I'm sorry!" It's the only thing you can say, crying pathetically, closing your walls repeatedly around his cock. You're close, you're so close, if only he'd go faster you'd cum in seconds.

"You're mine, if I want to impregnate you, I will," he states, gritting his teeth. He fastens the cadence of his hips, feeling himself getting close to his orgasm. "I'll stuff your little pussy full of my cum, you'll see, baby," he promises and you hope he's telling the truth.

He then pounds you into the mattress and you cry loudly, him groaning as he goes faster and harder. Your headband isn't sitting on your head anymore, slipping down further each time Taehyung bottoms out into you with force.

"Oh, God-!" You scream into the bedsheets, muffling your voice. Your legs tremble and you feel it, it burns, it twists, it tingles, it explodes and you cum all over Taehyung's hard cock.

Your walls squeeze him and his balls tighten as well. "Fuck, baby, fuuck," he curses breathlessly, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes up.

A growl leaves his throat and his hips steady against your ass. His dick twitches and he releases himself in your pussy in long ropes, painting your insides white. You feel his hot cum filling your cunt, some dripping down your inner thighs.

He slips out of you and watches your hole quivering, pussy filled to the brim with his seeds. He slaps your ass, appreciating what just happened.

You slump down on the bed, your legs failing you. You lazily look behind you, frowning when you see Taehyung tightly holding his cock in his fist. "Are you still hard?" You wonder, even though it wouldn't surprise you at all.

He smiles cheekily and passes a hand through his brown hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. "As always."

Do not ask for a part 2.

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prompt: Harry didn’t know this type of love was plausible. It didn’t make sense how his heart kept expanded past the point of fullness. When he meets someone knew…it feels like it just might explode.

words: 7.6k

warnings: descriptions of vaginal birth, smut, language, harry’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.

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“Can you, fuck - move your leg!” Y/N groans, kicking at Harry with annoyed grunt. Her hair is sticking to her forehead and she’s got a cramp, radiating pain up into her thigh.

“Love, s’the only position I can get you in. Y’about to pop,” Harry sighs, trying to adjust their angle until she’s comfortable again - which is impossible at this point.

“I just lost it, dammit,” his wife complains, squirming unhappily against him in frustration at the loss of her climax. She’s overheated and their child is sitting on all of her vital organs that are screaming at her to relax.

Harry slips out, knowing actual sex was a lost cause two weeks out from the baby’s due date. He changes gears and gently moves her to her back, admiring the movement of her breasts.

“I’ll help you, pet. Always do, yeah?” Harry murmurs, rubbing a soothing hand on the taut, near painful stretched skin of her tummy.

Y/N reaches to weave a hand through his locks when he kisses around her pubic bone, “Please, H. Fuck these hormones, I’m so done.”

At nearly 38 weeks pregnant, Y/N’s hormones have been a poisonous cocktail of anger, horniness, and clinginess towards her husband. Harry loves the last two, just really not the first one.

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Little do You Know | OT7 | One Hundred and Fifteen - Finale

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: This is it! Welcome to the final chapter! Author notes at the end. <3 

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“That’s it, I’m fucked.” you were talking to yourself as you looked around your suitcase yet again. “I’m in so much trouble.” 

Talking to yourself wasn’t a constant occurrence in your life, but you were getting a little nervous, so you didn’t care. 

You had been in Busan for the last couple of days, having arrived just in time to celebrate Jimin’s birthday with his family –his mother’s seaweed soup was to die for–. With the Yet To Come in Busan concert happening later tonight it was expected of you to be nervous. For so many fucking reasons. 

You didn’t need one more. 

But the universe was still laughing at your face as it made you forget to bring Jin’s engagement ring with you. 

For a while there, you could’ve sworn it was in the travel sized jewelry box you had packed two days ago, but you had gone through it three times since you woke up and there was no sign of the ring. You also knew you hadn’t lost it; you would lose your damn mind if that was the case. So you chose to believe you left it in your apartment in Seoul. 

In hindsight it was a very high probability that you just left it behind without meaning to. You packed the day after getting the news that your boyfriends would be enlisting in the military soon, and only two hours before the car was supposed to pick you up and bring you to the airport. 

The news had messed you up a great deal, to the point the seven of them stayed in your apartment through the night, and only left when they had their own packing to finish. You weren’t completely over the news –nor would you ever be–, but you didn’t want to let it get to you as hard as it did when you first heard it. For your sake and theirs.

You would always be worried for them, you would always miss them and wonder if they were alright wherever they were. But you realized you had good things to focus on, things to look forward to, and that’s what you planned on holding on to. 

The house you would build with your seven lovers, the filming of your show, time you could spend with Appa and Minsuk and the boys’ families. You were also looking forward to the relief. 

You were all very tired of the doubts, of wondering when the shoe would finally drop and they would be sent to the military anyway. Not knowing was somehow worse. Now you knew. Now you had a plan. 

They would enlist, and they would do their time, but they would be back for good and be done with it. There would be no more wondering, they would no longer be at the hands of those who wronged them. Two years would go by so fast, you were sure of it. 

2025 was right around the corner, you’d be an eight piece puzzle again very soon. Your house would be done and you’d live together for the very first time, all eight of you and the dogs. Bangtan would go on a stadium world tour and you’d do your damn best to go with them. 

Jimin could finally take you on that date in the Seine in Paris. You and Tae could have fun in Amsterdam. You’d hike with Joon in Thailand, enjoy the sandy beaches of Rio with Hobi, explore the streets of Germany with Kook, enjoy good alcohol with Yoongi in front of a fire in Canada, fish with Jin in Mexico. 

It was the beeping of the front door of your hotel room that made you drop your jewelry box back on your suitcase. You and the seven men had universal keycards that allowed you to move freely between rooms, so you knew it was one of them coming to pay you a visit. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Hoseok mused with a laugh, walking deeper into your room but not bothering to close the door. 

“I would rather have.” you sighed, ignoring Hobi’s judging looks as he frowned at the mess in your luggage. “I didn’t bring oppa’s engagement ring.” 

“And you’re so desperate to marry us that it makes you upset?” Hoseok cooed, hugging you from the back and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“As if!” you snorted with a roll of your eyes, turning around in his hold. “I’m seeing Jin’s parents tonight and they still think we’re engaged. Well, his dad does.” 

“You’re seeing all of our parents tonight, it’s best you didn’t bring the ring.” he pointed out. “Less questions. Plus, if Mr. Kim does ask about it, you can just say you don’t wear it when there are so many ARMY around.”

“Oh, that’s genius.” your eyes widened and you snapped your fingers. “Good Hobi.” 

Hoseok laughed and rolled his eyes this time. With a shake of his head, he kissed the tip of your nose and asked: “Are you ready?” 

“To go to the venue? Not yet, I’m not sure what to wear.” 

“You can just dress comfortably and bring a change of clothes for the concert.” he said, already pulling you toward the open door. “But we’re not leaving for another hour. Let’s go have breakfast with hyung first.” 

“Which hyung?” 

Hoseok only wiggled his brows with another laugh, fingers linking with yours as he walked the rest of the way to the door, picking up your keycard on the way. He dragged you three doors down the hallway and you weren’t sure yet who was in which room, so you had to wait for Hobi to open the door. 

He let you in first and the first thing you saw was the variety of breakfast dishes on the table by the windows in the back of the room. The second thing you saw was Yoongi brushing his hair next to the big mirror by his bed. 

Your eyes filled with water and you sniffed. 

“Morning, kitten–” Yoongi was saying as he turned to you. “Oh, god, again?”

“Your hair.” you scrunched your eyes, but tears still fell. “They are gonna cut your glorious long hair.” 

“Hajimaaa, come here.” the older man dropped the brush on the bed and opened his arms for you to hug him. “I’ll still have long hair for a while. And it will grow back, I promise.” 

Crying over Yoongi’s hair wasn’t something you did on purpose, but you couldn’t help it most of the time. It wasn’t news to any of them how much you loved all of their current hair lengths; especially Yoongi’s. You didn’t sob and your tears dried really fast, but you still ran your hands through his locks as you held him. 

Hoseok was laughing behind you, already pulling a chair to sit closer to the breakfast table. Never afraid of teasing you for your long-hair-kink, he said: 

“What will happen when you realize Jungkookie will have to take his piercings off?”

“Hobah–” Yoongi warned his friend, but it was too late. 

“He’ll have to–” you gasped, pulling away from Yoongi and covering your mouth with your hands. “His lip ring?! And his nipple piercing too?!” 

Yoongi was sending death stares at Hoseok, who laughed even more and shoved a piece of bread into his mouth. Yoongi dried your tears and assured you things might have to change soon, with his hair and Kook’s piercings, but everything would go back to normal one day. 

“You promise?” you sniffed, bottom lip wobbly. 

“Anything you want, kitten. I’ll pierce him myself if I have to.” he assured you and that got you to stop crying. 

“What a spoiled little cat.” Hoseok teased from his chair. 

You and Yoongi joined him at the table, with you sitting between the two men, facing the views outside the window. As you ate, you watched the waves kissing the white sand and the few hotel guests enjoying the day outside. 

You were staying in the same hotel you did last time you were in Busan, back in July. The one with the private beach area where you had a heart to heart with Joon about your worries of the future, upset you didn’t get the internship at HYBE. Back then you had no idea what was coming your way. 

It was reassuring in a way. To be so worried about something, only to have good news coming your way a few days later. Made you hope the future would repeat the past, made you want to stop stressing about haircuts and lip rings. 

Deciding on focusing on better things, you said: 

“I can’t wait to see the stage.”

“You’ll love it, but you might cry again.” Hoseok said and Yoongi sighed. 

“Why?!” you asked them, but Yoongi only said:

“You’ll see.” 

The boys had been spending the last couple of days at the Busan Asiad Main Stadium, the venue where their free concert was being held, but you hadn’t been there yet. You took some time to visit your family who lived in the area, as well as spending some time with Kook’s eomma –after so many calls and video chats, it was nice to see her in person again–, having dinner with the Parks and enjoying the city. 

Busan had turned purple. 

There were decorations everywhere, banners welcoming ARMY from all over the world who traveled to watch the concert, Gwangan bridge lit up in purple light every night, coffee shops and restaurants were holding BTS themed events everyday. The group’s impact in the city was nothing you had ever seen before and it was only more proof of their influence and power. 

A slap in the face of the government, no doubt.

“Doyun-ssi did a good job with the stage.” Yoongi started again after finishing a piece of toast and scrambled eggs. “And you know I hate to say that.” 

“He told me he’s really excited about it. Sad it’s the last stage he’ll get to produce for you guys for a while, so he went all out.” you nodded, bringing your glass of orange juice to your lips. “But he’ll be mine now.” 

Looking back, you could have chosen better words. You didn’t need to call the man mine. Not in front of your boyfriends. Not in front of someone like Hoseok. 

“What’s that, now?” Hobi asked, eyeing you from over the edge of his coffee cup. 

“I mean– Doyun is part of, uh… My team, you know that.” you stammered, his gaze had the power of making you feel small when he wanted it to. 

“That’s not what you said, kitten.” it was Yoongi’s turn to chuckle as Hobi scowled. “You said he’d be yours.”

Your lips opened and closed as you tried to justify your awful choice of words. And they knew what you meant, they knew Doyun and Heejin were joining the staff team for your YouTube series. Hell, Doyun put together the set for Suchwita, Yoongi’s own YouTube show where he’d get drunk with his guests. 

But Hobi was never one to miss an opportunity to mess with you. And Yoongi would always go with it. 

The gentle scrape of a chair on the wooden floor made you stare at Hoseok as he dragged his chair closer to yours. So close, in fact, that his arm touched yours. 

“Do we need to remind you who you belong to?” Hobi asked as the tips of his fingers pulled your chin up so you’d look into his eyes. “And that we’re the only ones that belong to you?” 

You were melting. You were dropping. 

“Yes.” you sighed, eyes fluttering closed. 

Hoseok could have punished you by pulling away, by teasing you and giving you nothing. But he didn’t. The fingers on your chin slipped to the back of your neck with a firm grip that made your eyes close. His breath was against your lips as his mouth pressed harshly against yours. 

You simply parted your lips and let him push his tongue inside, chasing it with his. Dominating you with a simple kiss, making your mind swirl as he explored your mouth, making sure you desired no one but him. At least in that very moment. Hobi bit your bottom lip and sucked on it softly, making you gasp and moan into his lips. 

“Now let hyung taste you too.” Hoseok ordered with a new squeeze on the back of your neck. 

“Yes, sir.” 

You turned around in search of Yoongi, finding his chair stuck to yours. You had no idea when he moved, guessing it must have been when you were distracted by Hobi’s tongue down your throat. Cat eyes were staring at your slick lips as your hands tangled in his hair. 

Unlike Hoseok, Yoongi let you be the one to kiss him, let you dictate how slow the kiss was. His tongue dragged against yours, mouths opening and closing with each other’s. You pulled on his hair, an opportunity you would never pass up, and he was the one groaning into your mouth. You swallowed every sound he gave you until he pulled away. 

“We should get going.” Hobi’s voice slowly pulled you from your haze. 

You were nodding as you looked at Yoongi’s bed, until you realized that’s not what he meant. 

“The car will be downstairs in twenty minutes.” Yoongi agreed, making a point of wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. “Are you coming with us today, kitten?”

“Oh, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” 

“That color looks pretty on you.” Jimin was saying as you were sitting in the rusty carrousel straight out of the Spring Day music video. “Nice hoodie.” 

“Thanks, I stole it from the merch booth.” you grinned, gently swaying back and forth. 

“Is that so? Should I tell Sejin on you?” he teased, hands holding onto the chains of your hanging seat.

“You can if you want to, but I’m his favorite.” 

Besides, you didn’t really steal the purple YET TO COME merch hoodie, you had every intention of paying for it. But all of the staff members knew you, and apparently you had a free pass to all things merch, so they let you take whatever you wanted. And what you wanted was another hoodie for your collection.

It was very chilly that afternoon, and the stadium was so open and wide that you couldn’t help but want the extra warmth. 

Doyun really had done a tremendous job with the stage and HYBE didn’t spare any savings to make it their best concert yet. You hadn’t been ARMY for very long, as your playmate job didn’t allow you to be a kpop fan in the past, but you knew enough about the Bangtan universe by now to recognize all of the easter eggs scattered around the stage. 

Like the angel statue from Blood Sweat & Tears, the cargo cart from RUN, the schoolbus from No More Dream, the train and the You Never Walk Alone carousel you were sitting on, both from Spring Day. It would be an emotional night for ARMY and they didn’t even know anything about the enlistment yet. 

“I don’t blame hyung-nim.” Jimin shrugged, leaning down towards you as you looked up at him. “You’re my favorite too.” 

“Is that so? Should I tell Tae on you?” 

You didn't think there was a single hair color that would ever look bad on Jimin. You were really liking the auburn red color he had on right now, as his hair framed his face, a little messy the more he leaned down and down again, until his nose bumped yours. 

You smiled and pushed your lips against his, capturing the bottom one between your teeth. You felt Jimin’s smirk, which pulled his lip back. Instead of standing up from what couldn't be a comfortable position, Jimin leaned all the more to properly catch your lips. He kissed you softly until it became sloppy. It was always easy to forget about your surroundings when you were with him, even more so when he kissed you like that.

All full of tongue and teeth and plush lips moving against yours in a synchronized dance. One of his hands left the chain and held the base of your neck, making you sigh as he slightly pulled away. 

"Tell me what?" Tae's voice was ringing in your ear as you and Jimin never broke eye contact. 

"Tell you that she misses you." Jimin answered for you, finally pulling away. 

"Aw, baby." Tae was cooing as he walked to you, standing behind your carousel swing. "I missed you too, but I just went inside to change my mic pack."

“What can I say? I love you too much.” you told him, which wasn’t a lie. 

“Mhm, no such thing as too much love.” Tae smiled, boxy, cute, gorgeous. “Scoot.”

Tae circled the swing, signaling for you to get up. You did, letting him sit on the swing instead. His hands on your hips showed he wanted you to sit on his lap and you warned:

“I don't wanna break the stage prop.” 

Taehyung didn’t care, not having any of it and pulling you to sit over his legs anyway. “That's fine, your buddy can just fix it if we do.”

“My bud- oh my god, all of you.” you groaned, hearing Jimin laugh and Tae holding you with one arm around your body. “You still don't like Doyun, do you?”

“No–” Jimin snorted.

“It's not that we don't like him–”

“We hate his guts–”

You rolled your eyes at the two bickering boys, wrapping an arm around Tae’s shoulders as he started to swing lightly back and forth. 

“He just never missed an opportunity to hit on you. Which, as a guy, I can respect. We did the same.” Taehyung said, pretending nonchalance, shoulders rising and falling. “But as your boyfriend–”

“It's been a year! He has a girlfriend now!” you groaned, looking between the two of them, gaze ending on Jimin: “And I really didn't think you of all people would be so jealous.” 

“You call it jealous, I call it taking care of what's rightfully mine.” Jimin’s chin jutted out. He was proud of himself. 

“I call it jealous too.” Taehyung’s second arm wrapped around you too, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“Nothing ever happened with Doyun and nothing ever will.” you let out a small huff, body fighting your brain, begging you to relax into Tae’s hold. “And he did make his intentions clear to me way before any of you ever did.”

“Now hang on a minute, what's that supposed to mean–” Jimin had both hands on his hips as he stared at you with slightly raised eyebrows. 

“It means that if i wanted him, I would have been fucking him way before either of us ever kissed. He's good looking enough.” you lectured in a heartbeat.

Jimin let out an offended gasp, lips parting in a shocked pout. Taehyung squirmed behind you, hold loosening so you could turn slightly towards him. 

“I wanted to be fucking you way before we even kissed! But we had a pact!” Tae argued and you frowned. 

“Ohhh, the pact. Good times.” Jimin nodded as he looked into the distance, as if remembering the past. 

“What pact?!” you stared in between the two of them; confused was an understatement. 

“You don't know about the pact?” Tae asked behind you, dropping a small kiss on your shoulder. 

“Do I look like I know about the pact?” you noted, still gazing from one man to the other. 

“When you started working for us, and we were bickering for your attention... We made a pact.” Taehyung started to explain. 

“Was it Joon hyung's idea? It sounds like his idea.” Jimin pondered, as if he didn’t remember all of the details. 

“–to make sure things ran smoothly, we decided that none of us would actually make any serious advances on you. We were all trying to keep it platonic.” Tae carried on. “Just so there would be no competition between us, and so there wasn't a risk that you'd pick one of us to work for, so we could continue sharing you.”

“What changed then?” you wanted to know, trying to the math in your head, remember when they stopped acting platonic and began to make advances on you. 

The hard thing about that was not thinking there was ever a day there wasn’t some kind of tension between you and each of the seven. 

“Jungkookie.” Jimin said with a small sigh. 

“What?” 

“Well, technically, I walked in on the two of you cuddling on the couch of your apartment, when you were watching a movie.” Tae admitted and you stared at him with a deep frown. 

Again, you had to search your brain for the specific thing he was talking about. You and Jungkook cuddled on the couch all the time, but, according to Tae, that must’ve happened pretty early on in your playmate/client relationship. And then it hit you. 

“That first day he brought Bam over to the playmate apartment?!” you asked and Tae nodded. “I didn't see you there.”

“Yeah, but I saw you. Jungkookie was kissing your neck, spooning you from behind. You were letting out the pretty little noises you make.” Taehyung spoke the last part directly onto your neck, the baritone and this warm breath giving you shivers. 

“Safe to say we were hella surprised the maknae would be the one to make the first move.” Jimin snorted, still standing but leaning his ass against the swing in front of yours. 

“Kook didn’t make a move, I was the one who suggested laying down.” you told them, remembering the day clearly now. Not to mention your protectiveness when it came to the boy. “And I don’t think he was consciously advancing on me.”

“Either way, Tae told the group chat.” Jimin shrugged. 

“The damn group chat!” you squinted at the older man, knowing you were a recurring subject on their Bangtan-Only message chat.

“And... I might have been the one to say fuck it to the pact.” Jimin continued, but his proud little smile told you he wasn’t sorry about it. 

“Still, it took you guys... what, a month before we kissed?”

“It’s called a slow burn, pup.” Tae added, nose and lips still dragging on the side of your neck. 

Jimin giggled, studying your reactions to his best friend’s advances, eyeing the way his lips kissed your skin. “We also didn’t want to just kiss you and that would be it. We had a very meticulous plan to make you fall for us.”

“As if it was hard.” you snorted. Falling for them was as easy as breathing. 

“I always knew you'd be ours.” Tae spoke so softly you didn’t even think Jimin heard you. His arms squeezed you just a little tighter and you smiled. 

“You really did, didn't you?”

“From that first interview.” he nodded and lifted his head to face you. “You have no idea how much I fought to make you my playmate.”

“I heard about that.” you were still smiling as your hand slipped into his soft, dark hair. 

“And even after you walked out, who thought there was something wrong?” Tae asked, and it wasn’t a rhetorical question. 

“You did.” you said, kissing his cheek. 

“Who went after you to get you back?”

“You did.” you repeated, kissing the tip of his nose. 

Taehyung blushed slightly and you heard Jimin snicker behind you. 

“Your point being?!” the older man sassed. 

“My point is I should be her favorite too.” Tae said, but his eyes didn’t leave you even if his reply was aimed at his member. 

“Mhm, maybe you should.” you cupped his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours. 

You always loved the second before kissing Taehyung. The half lidded look from his pretty eyes before they closed shut all the way. You loved how gently, but determinedly, his lips pressed against yours. You were the first to move your lips against his, a subtle action that made him part his own so his tongue could slip into your mouth. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair a little harder, pulling on the locks as his head tilted to the side and he deepened the kiss. You both sighed almost in sync, brushing your tongues together slowly. 

Reluctantly, you pulled away and said:

“Too bad I'm ot7 biased.”

Tae’s lips moved as if he was about to say something, but a fourth voice cut him off: “There you are.”

“Of course it’s you.” Jimin grumbled as Doyung rushed up one of the many stairs that led to the stage. 

“You're being called in the waiting room.” the staff said, looking at the members. “Hoseok-ssi wants to go through the setlist for tonight.”

Both of your boyfriends groaned, especially Taehyung, who was forced to let go of you. Doyun pulled his intercom device out of his pocket and said something along the lines of ‘found them, bringing them in right now’, before pointing in the direction of the center stage. 

The three of you followed the path they knew well, with Doyun falling behind. Jimin and Taehyung walked ahead of you, the youngest one asking something about a specific part of a choreography, as you walked into the backstage area. There were stairs, turns and hallways, but everything was familiar to you. 

From the staff working the soundbooth, to the wardrobe unnies running from one side to the next, and even the caterer giving out orders for the time meals should be served to the artists. 

You started walking a little slower as your boyfriends got lost in their own little world, falling into step with Doyun. 

“Hey, buddy.” you said, linking your arm through his. 

“Buddy– Ynie, maybe you shouldn't hold my arm like that.” the man said, looking around. 

“So now you're scared of them?! Took you long enough.” you joked, but didn’t let go of his arm. 

Doyun playfully rolled his eyes and bent his arm to make it more comfortable for you to hold it. Your relationship with the man was a little rocky for a while in the beginning, but you were glad to call him a friend now. 

“No, not your men.” the man said with a shake of his head. “Bang PD.”

“What? Why?”

“You didn't hear? He... kinda asked everyone to look after you.” Doyun said, looking at you as he guided the way to go after Tae and Jimin got out of sight.

“Huh?” you were frowning, never having heard anything like that before. 

“PD-nim has a lot of plans for you, apparently. Word on the grapevine is you're HYBE’s queen.” 

You didn’t know if you should cringe, be flattered or worry about what was being said about you among the staff. 

“Not in a bad way…” he continued, noticing your silence. “Just, since BTS are enlisting soon, Bang wants to invest in you. Y’know, he's losing a gold mine, so he's looking to build another one.”

“Oh my god.”

“He plans on being very hands on with your show.” Doyun said and you bit your lip to stop a gasp. “You sound surprised.”

“That’s because apparently I'm the last one to learn about everything.”

Doyun parted from you at the door of the artists’ lounge. While he was allowed to go inside, he told you he had to go around and make sure everything was ready for tonight; make sure everyone knew their cues, all of the special props and effects were ready to go and run through his personal list of everything that could go wrong. 

Being one step ahead and all of that. 

When you walked behind the partition curtain, all of your boyfriends were inside the room already; as well as a couple staff. All members are wearing different clothes from when you saw them last, in all kinds of leather, black and chains. Jimin and Taehyung were in a corner changing their clothes too, so you guessed they were getting ready to do their dress rehearsal. 

Yoongi was sharing a couch with Jungkook, but he was curled up in a lying position as the maknae took up a small portion of the seat. Namjoon and Seokjin were sharing another couch, both sitting, which gave them plenty of room to manspread. Hoseok was standing with Sung-deuk, too focused on the paper in his hands to even notice your presence. 

Whatever they were about to do wouldn’t start until Jimin and Tae were ready, so you didn’t feel the need to sit in a corner and stay out of the way just yet. 

“Who put in the new deposit for the construction?” Namjoon asked the group, with a couple lines between his brows, staring intently at his phone. 

Most likely noticing how the number on the bank account designated for the construction of your house was a little larger than before. 

“I did.” you said and heads turned your way. 

Yoongi looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better about it and gave up. Jungkook pouted, looking at his other hyungs as he waited for direction on how to react. 

“Baby, you don't have to.” Namjoon told you, which was something you already expected. 

Out of the seven, you knew Namjoon would be the first one to argue about this, to complain about you making a deposit to help with the expenses of the building of the house. But luckily you knew how to deal with him. He looked really good in his all black outfit and the heavy chains around his neck. You marched to him and instead of sitting on the couch between him and Jin, you threw a leg over his and straddled his lap. 

Any other sounds in the room died before they were even out. 

Namjoon held you by the hips, not caring about the curious stares from the staff, not even minding his members. Your hands rested on his chest as you said:

“Excuse me, yes I do.”

“You know we got you.” he insisted.

“I know you got an alpha complex and that you want to provide for me and as much as that does make me hot for you in a primal way... I got myself too.” you continued and Seokjin let out a small chuckle on your right. 

“You think that's hot–” Joon arched an eyebrow, fingers pressing on your hips a little harder. 

“I want to be part of it.” you stated, fiddling with the chains around his neck, feeling its weight on your fingertips. 

“You are. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn't be living together again, not like this.” Namjoon countered, but that wasn’t enough for you. 

“That's not what I mean. If I let you pay for everything, the land, the construction, the furniture, the bills... It's gonna make me feel like a guest.” you told him with a tiny purse of your lips. “I don't want to feel like a guest that is staying at your house.” 

“Oh, I didn't think about it like that.” Namjoon reached to smooth the lines on your forehead and pull down your bottom lip with his thumb, which made you smile.

“I know. And I know you mean well. I might not make as much money as all of you and I would never be able to afford all of this on my own…” you pondered. It wasn’t news to any of you that you would never make as much money as Bangtan, no matter how much Bang PD-nim wanted to invest in you. But you could help. “I'm working. I can pay for my share.”

Your boyfriend thought about it for a little while, shoulders relaxing, showing he agreed with you. And then he said: “That sounds good, baby. We appreciate you helping out.” 

“Thank you.”

Namjoon smiled softly, dimples on his cheeks, large hands still on your hips, you still on his lap. Jimin and Tae were already coming back to the couch area, as well as Hoseok with a stack of papers to go through their speeches, ending-ments and set list. You’d have to leave them alone at any minute now. But first–

You held Namjoon by hooking your fingers on his chains and leaned down as he leaned forward. His plush lips were on yours and his hands slipped to your back. Unlike Tae a while ago, Joon took control from the moment your lips were pressed together. Moved by the urgency of the professional setting you were in, he pressed you harder against him and you could feel him even while soft, just to make you gasp. 

As your lips parted, he slipped his tongue past them, clashing with yours in a mind numbing kiss that took your breath away. He grunted into your mouth as the hold on his chains got too hard, retaliating by biting your bottom lip. 

“Baby, be a good pet and let us finish this.” Hoseok’s voice made you pull away from Namjoon’s lips. “We’ll give you all the making out you want after the concert is done.” 

“You promise?” you looked at the man over your shoulder, finding serious eyes, professional mode, dance leader Hobi. 

His only reply was the arching of his brows and it was enough to have you scrambling off Namjoon’s lap and scurrying to the sidelines. As you passed the second couch, you heard Jungkook asking Yoongi:

“How does hyung do that?” 

Being in a room full of Bangtan’s parents should be a nerve wracking thing. 

Seven fathers and seven mothers inside a VIP room at the concert venue should make you more nervous and anxious than you were. Parents who not only knew you were dating their son, but also their son’s best friends. 

But they felt so much like family to you at this point that you were happy to see them again, to catch up, spend time with them. 

Seokjin’s parents had been kind enough to not ask about the lack of a ring on your finger, but showed you pictures of baby Sun and told you about all of the new things he was learning. Mrs. Kim invited you over for lunch whenever you wanted to come over, extending the offer even after Jin went off to serve. 

The Min’s were nice as always, telling you about their move to Seoul at the start of next year; Mr. Min had heard about the new house being built and told you all about herringbone, molding, and the best types of polished tiles, while Mrs. Min reminisced about your road trip two months ago. 

Hoseok’s parents were as sweet as him, even if they were a bit on the quieter side. Always thanking you for making their son happy; much like Jiwoo had done when she first met you, the Jungs commented on Hobi’s past relationship and how he seemed like a completely different person now. In the best way.  

Namjoon’s mom and dad held you in conversation for a good twenty minutes and you could always tell where your boyfriend got his big brains from. Mama Moon apologized in person for the mishap from when you two first met –when you found out Joon had lied about your previous job–, but you assured her it was all in the past now and you made Namjoon work for your forgiveness. 

The Parks were very excited about Christmas time, sharing with you all of the dishes they were planning on cooking for when you came over. Jimin’s mom promised to teach you to cook her seaweed soup then, so you could make it and bring it to her son whenever you visited him on his assigned military base. 

Taehyung’s parents were looking forward to the concert tonight, asking if you knew any details you could share. It always took you by surprise how alike Tae was to his dad, from his facial features to his fashion style. They could share a closet for all you knew. 

It was always nice to see the Jeons, even after spending half of the day with Jungkook’s mother the day before, you would still talk with her for hours if you could. Your boyfriend’s adventurous side definitely came from her while his quieter and introverted personality traits came from his dad. 

As you finished making your rounds greeting all of them, they started mingling with each other, eating the food from the VIP catering and waiting for the concert to start. You couldn’t eat anything, more anxious with each click of the clock that brought you closer and closer to show time. You weren’t even going on stage and your stomach was flipping. 

The hardest part about tonight was knowing that this would be the last concert before they went off to the military, the last time ARMY would see them together for at least two whole years. The last time you would see them singing and dancing together too. And it fucking hurt. 

But you were still damn proud of each one of them and you were looking forward to the future. 

You had no other choice. 

“It’s a pretty sight to look at, isn’t it?” Taehyung's eomma was standing next to you as you looked out into the stadium through the glass wall of the VIP box. 

You had no idea how long she was there for, but you smiled as if she hadn’t just startled you. And you agreed with her statement. The Asiad was filled with at least 50.000 fans, from all over the world. ARMY Bombs were already lit and waving as people excitedly awaited the start of the show. 

“I really like looking at all the lights.” you nodded, turning to her with a heavy heart and honest smile. 

“You’ll see them again, you know? We all will.” she told you with an expression as pained as you felt. 

You didn’t think she was only talking about the lights and ARMY Bombs. 

You let go of a shuddered breath: “I know.”

“How are you holding up?” the woman asked, and you knew that if she was anything like Tae, she’d see right through a lie. 

So you went with honesty: “I’m terrified.” 

“I can understand that.” 

“I’m so scared but I can’t let it show, I wouldn’t do that to them.” you continued, willing your eyes to remain dry. 

“Two years go by very fast, you’ll see.” what you did see was how she was holding back her own tears. “It’s hard for me, too, and Taetae is away most of the year anyways… I can’t imagine what it must be like for you.” 

“Like you said, we’ll see them again.” was all you mustered to reply. 

If you started to get in your feelings right now, you wouldn’t make it halfway through the concert and you were planning on doing your very best to enjoy it. Luckily you didn’t have to search for an excuse to walk away, as it showed up on its own in the form of a tall man with wide shoulders. 

“Excuse me, may I steal her away?” Jin’s hand was on the lower part of your back as he bowed to Tae’s mother. 

“Yes, yes, of course. Good luck tonight, Jinnie. Please pass it around to the others too.” 

“I will, thank you.” Jin bowed to the short woman, turning to you. “Let’s go, sweetheart?” 

You let Seokjin link his fingers through yours, let him lead you out of the VIP room and out on the hallway. You had asked your lovers to let you know when it was closer to them getting on stage, so you could send them off properly and you planned on watching from the front of the stage. But you guessed they would text you, send a staff out. 

Not Seokjin with a full face of perfect makeup, his concert clothes, mic pack and earpiece already stuck to his clothes. 

But you were damn well happy it was him, because after the short conversation with Tae’s mother you had to–

“Come here.” 

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, holding Jin’s hand so he could do the same. Your boyfriend had a question on the tip of his tongue, but you didn’t give him time to say anything else as you bumped into him, chest against chest and arms hugging him by the neck. 

You didn’t care about his lipstick being ruined, all you cared about was pouring a small sample of your love on him with a kiss. 

Jin reacted instantly, not even phased, both hands on your back to keep you close as his lips dictated the pace of the kiss. It was easy to submit, to let him lead, to stop thinking for at least a couple moments. You let yourself focus on the plushness of his lips, on the swirl of his tongue against yours, on his heavy breath that warmed up your face. 

You could hear faint noises, a buzz, too close but too far away at the same time. With an annoyed grunt, Jin pulled away from you. You were confused as he pointed to his earpiece. 

“We really need to go.” he told you and you nodded. “But I really needed that, thank you.” 

“Anytime, oppa.” you grinned, feeling a little lighter. “Okay, let’s go.”

Jin blinked a couple of times and shook his head, forcing his feet to move, hand holding yours again as he walked down the hallway with a new speed to his step. You were wearing strappy heels and your skirt was slightly too short for a jog, but you kept up with him as best as you could. 

You took the elevator down to the lowest level, where a golf cart vehicle was waiting for the two of you to bring the idol to the back of the stage. The driver took you through secret hallways and hidden gates, so no one attending the concert would even see either of you. 

The backstage area was buzzing when you finally arrived; everything was dark and lit up by flashlights or strategic spotlights so there were no accidents, but without dragging too much attention or disrupting the concert experience for the audience. 

You could hear BTS' music videos being shown on the big screen and ARMY were singing together as a warmup. 

Jin took you back to their waiting room, kissing your lips one last time before rushing off to Heejin to ask her to fix his makeup and hair. Taehyung was singing key parts of Permission To Dance as a vocal warmup, Jimin was doing stretches, Namjoon was jumping and jogging in place to get his adrenaline pumping, Hoseok was practicing a move from RUN BTS, Yoongi was having his hair touched up one last time. 

The only one missing was–

“Has anyone seen Jungkook?” a staff with a headset had just finished a headcount and noticed one of them was missing. 

Everyone looked at you, including Jin, as if you had anything to do with the maknae’s disappearance. You raised your hands in the air, not having seen Kook for at least two hours at this point. 

Staff started to look everywhere for him and you decided to help. Your biggest worry was Jungkook having a breakdown and hiding away, having a panic attack or something of the sorts. He was obviously the most affected about the military decisions –or at least the one to show it the most–, so you feared the weight of tonight could be getting the best of him. 

You tried calling him, but at this point in the night none of the seven should have their phones on them, in case they brought it out on stage by mistake, so it was pointless. You were walking through the hallway closest to the stairs that led up the stage, trying not to trip on your own feet as you searched for any signs of your youngest boyfriend. 

That was when a hand covered your mouth and an arm circled your waist. 

You squealed as you were pulled inside a small bathroom, but the noise of the crowd and the music were too high for anyone to hear you. 

“It’s me, tokki, it’s just me!” Jungkook could hear your screams very well, turning you around to face him while he waved his hands in front of you to stop your yelling. 

“Have you lost your mind?!” you gasped, hitting his hard chest with weak fists. “Everyone is looking for you, you got ten minutes until you’re supposed to go on–”

Jungkook’s lips crashed into yours, just as his body did the same, pressing you against the sink counter behind you. You melted ridiculously fast, all of your nerves and worries turning into lust and want. The feeling of Jungkook’s lip ring dragging against yours made you groan, fingers slipping into his messy and slightly wavy hair. 

His hands were on your sides, slipping to your ass, groping you without a single care in the world. You moaned against his mouth, lips parted as you panted and he licked all over your mouth. 

The heavy banging on the door and the calls of Jungkook’s made you pull away from him, but he placed his pointer finger over his lips so you’d stay quiet. 

“You have to go, bun.” you whisper shouted, voice airy. 

“I am, just–” his hand was on the back of your neck as he pulled you in for another kiss, just to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. “–for tradition.” 

“Lucky for you your shirt doesn’t have any buttons for me to pop this time.” you giggled and he smirked. “Although I think ARMY will be disappointed.” 

“That’s only for your eyes now, baby.” he said with the press of his fingers to the nape of your neck. 

“Good. Now go! I’ll be there watching you.” you rushed him, reaching for the door. “Think of me when you’re hip thrusting.”

You pulled the door to force Jungkook out of the bathroom, but maybe you should have been a little more careful, maybe you should have left first, one of you at a time. Because of course the universe would do this to you. Of course the other six members were right outside as you opened the door. 

“I’m not even surprised at this point.” Jimin was giggling.

Namjoon was about to lose his mind, Hoseok looked stressed, Yoongi was pissed. 

Taehyung pulled Jungkook by his jacket so he’d get out of the way and smacked a kiss on your lips, so fast it startled you. Then, one by one, the others did the same thing. You were breathless by the time the last of your boyfriends stole a good luck kiss, all seven of them rushing to the stage after that, right when the lights went off, with seconds to spare. 

There were so many emotions going through you at that very moment, you felt like the explosions and the fireworks were inside your veins. Your every nerve ending was lit on fire. You wanted to cry, you wanted to laugh, you wanted to scream. You were filled with so much love. 

“Come on, don’t you wanna watch it from the front?” Doyun was waving at you so he could bring you to the pit, just like he always did during the PTD concerts. 

“Have you seen them?” you were asking a staff member as you made your way back inside the empty venue. 

“Sorry, Yn-ssi.” she shook her head, pulling a facemask up to her nose. “Maybe they forgot something in the waiting room?”

“I’ll check, thank you.” 

You bowed to the woman and wished her a good rest of the night. 

Normally, Bangtan would be the first ones to leave the stadium after a concert, before the fireworks were even over. Just so they could get on the road before the thousands of fans started filtering out, which would undoubtedly cause a ruckus and create traffic on the surrounding streets and blocks. 

But not today. 

Maybe it was because their parents were there, which was a very rare feature in and of itself. Maybe they were feeling nostalgic, knowing this would be their last stage for a while and that made them stay around a while longer. It could even be because of all of the officials and government people who also watched the concert, and wanted to congratulate them afterwards. 

But all of the important government people had already left a while ago and you had just said goodbye to Jimin’s parents –the last ones to go–, waiting for their car to take them home. You could’ve sworn your seven boyfriends were right behind you, but you were too distracted in conversation with Mr. Park that you didn’t notice them walking away. 

You doubted they would go back to the hotel without you, you had seen in the cars’ schedule you were supposed to ride with Joon. You had been looking for them everywhere backstage, but no signs of them whatsoever. Calling them also didn’t work, as no one was answering your messages or picking up your calls. 

Checking the artists’ lounge was your next step, but as you passed an entrance that would lead to the floor seats of the stadium, you noticed a few lights on the main stage were still on and seven small figures were on top of it. 

To say you were relieved to know they were alright was an understatement. 

Guessing they needed some time for themselves, to let all of the feelings of tonight sink in, enjoy a moment as a group, you were about to turn away and wait for them near the reception of the venue. But a breathless Doyun running toward you stopped you in your tracks. 

“They are waiting for you.” he told you, leaning forward with his hands resting on his knees. “I’ve been– looking for you– Just go up there.” 

“Are you okay?” you giggled, wanting to make sure your friend was alright. 

“Yeah, yeah, just– you can go.” 

“Alright, but maybe drink some water.” you insisted. “You did a great job tonight, the concert was perfect.”

You had already gushed to your friend about all of the special effects, water and fire explosions, the fireworks and purple papers that made the concert much more special. You had also praised your seven boyfriends for their hard work. 

The Yet To Come in Busan concert would be one for the history books. Over fifty million people all over the world watched the concert online, simultaneously, which had to break some kind of record. The seven of them were energized from start to finish, feeling themselves, dancing, sweating, singing their hearts out with so much emotion you cried a few times. 

“Where the hell is she?!” you heard Hoseok asking as you were close enough and within earshot. 

“I told you we shouldn’t have trusted Doyun with this.” Jimin grumbles, making you laugh. 

And it was your laugh that alerted the seven about your presence, making them all turn to the sound. 

The venue seemed a lot bigger now, but it still felt alive. There were no more screams, no more singing, most of the staff team had already left. But the floor was still covered in purple papers, there were abandoned posters saying ‘ARMY and BTS = FOREVER’, ‘we came all the way from Peru’, and ‘I broke up with my boyfriend to come here single’ here and there, a Tata headband left behind and so much more. 

You had to push a couple iron gates out of the way, the divisors of the designated areas that people had tickers for, but you made it to the stage rather quickly. Your feet were hurting from being in heels all night, so you winced while running up the stairs, but at least you looked pretty. 

“I thought you left without me.” you said as you walked all the way to where the seven were in the middle of the stage; already in their regular clothes, clean faces and messy long hairs. 

“We would never.” Joon crooned, hands in his pockets as he smiled with dimples. 

“What are you doing up here?” you asked, looking around yourselves. You could see the appeal, the venue was pretty even at night and empty. 

“Hard to leave. And we didn't get to enjoy all of this while we were up here.” Joon continued with a small chuckle. “Everything passes like a flash sometimes.”

Jimin seemed to agree as he giggled. “I don't remember half of the concert.” 

“Well, Tae was feeling himself during RUN BTS, Joon was cursing in english, rap line said fuck you to the haters in front of government officials–” you recounted a few of the highlights you had at the top of your mind. 

“That felt really good.” Hoseok had taken off the blonde clip-ons from his hair a while ago, laughing at the memory of being on stage. 

“It was really hot.” you agreed. 

The seven of them were a little quieter than you had ever seen them after a concert. While adrenaline was still pumping hard, their small twitches and moves were evidence of it, they weren’t talking over each other, weren’t fighting for your attention, none of them was all over you yet. 

“Thank you for being here tonight, tokki.” Jungkook broke the silence and the staring match the boys were having. 

“I told you I wouldn't miss it.” you smiled softly, holding the urge to run to him. 

Or to Hoseok, who was closest to you. Jimin looked particularly sweet as well. And then again, Yoongi’s hair was just marvelous. You were kind of in the middle already, while they formed a half circle around you, it wouldn’t take much for them to engulf you in a Bangtan pile. 

“Did you hear our ending ments?” Joon asked you, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Of course I did. You spoke really well.” you turned to him, noticing your boyfriends taking a step closer to you. Namjoon wasn’t as honest tonight as he probably wished he could have been; but he asked ARMY to trust them, no matter what was coming. “I know you're worried about the enlistment news coming out in a couple of days, that you're scared ARMY won’t be here anymore when you're all back together. But they will. I can assure you they will.” 

“Will you?” Seokjin was directly in front of you, in between Joon and Yoongi.

“Do you really have to ask?” was your answer. 

“We just wanna make sure.” Yoongi shrugged with a small smile and the rubbing of the tip of his nose. 

You could recognize the tiny nervous tick, which lit up metaphorical red lights over your head. But you didn’t have time to overanalyze it as Jin took one more step in your direction, taking a small box out of his pocket. 

“What's that–” your voice trembled. You didn’t know what to make of it, but it was a ring box. 

“Us making sure.” Jimin half explained. 

Jin didn’t take more than a second to open the box and show you the engagement ring that was already yours, the one he had given you a really long time ago, the one you always wore. The ring that matched your couple’s ring perfectly. 

You weren’t sure if you were relieved or disappointed. 

“I thought I had left it–” you looked at Hoseok, who was standing next to Yoongi, and he simply winked in your direction. He knew you were looking for this ring this morning and didn’t say anything. “Why do you have it?”

“Look inside.” Namjoon said softly. 

Jin let you take the ring out of the box and as soon as it was off the small cushion holding it upright you could tell there was something engraved on the inside of the band of the ring. Initials. Eight sets of them, for all of you. 

“What is that for?” you asked in nothing but a whisper. You needed them to be a little more clear. 

“Another promise of a future.” Taehyung said, his serious, deep baritone voice making shivers break on your skin. 

“When we go... we want to know you'll be here.” Jin said, and you knew he meant the military, that part was obvious enough. 

“We want you forever.” Junkook said and that was clarification enough, but your mind still didn’t want to wrap itself around what was going on. 

“And building a house together isn't enough?” you giggled, pink cheeks, a racing heart, still holding onto the ring with both hands, scared you might drop it. 

“Nah, we wanna marry you.” Yoongi was blunt as always. 

You gasped, looking at him, whose lips were pulled up in one corner. 

“See, even when we do have a speech prepared, it doesn't work–” Jimin spoke in pout, bickering with Yoongi’s talent to drop the news on you whenever they tried to do something like this. 

“What is happening–” your eyes were wide, palms sweating, air barely making it inside your lungs. 

“Are we still getting on our knees?” Hoseok scratched the back of his neck. 

“Weren't the Fireworks supposed to be going off–” Taehyung looked behind them, up to the sky. 

“For fucks sake–” Namjoon cursed under his breath. 

Seokjin rolled his eyes and told you: “You might wanna give us an answer, sweetheart, or we could be here all night–”

“I don't remember you asking anything–” was the first thing that came to mind. 

“Marry–”

“Will–”

“Do you–”

“Yoongi, marry me–” Taehyung said and all heads turned his way. “What?! It's catchy!”

“Not now!” Namjoon bickered with a clenched jaw.  

“Oh, dear god, yes, now stop this suffering.” you waved a hand in the air and all seven of them shut up at once. 

This was exactly like them. It felt so familiar you could cry, the chaos, the bickering, the laughs. But you didn’t need speeches, didn’t need fireworks, didn’t need them getting on their knees. A promise was enough. 

A promise that they would come back to you, no matter what. A promise that, no matter how complicated things got, no matter how many of you were in this relationship, how unique it was, how uncertain your future was, you’d make it work. 

The only thing that mattered was that you fell into their lives and yours was flipped upside down in every single way possible. You weren’t the same person you were when you met them over a year ago, you didn’t think either of them were the same either, but that was okay. 

You loved the seven of them, equally, inexplicably, irrationally, unconditionally. And because of whatever glitch in the universe that allowed this to happen, they loved you just as much. 

Little did you know they were your future.

T H E E N D

Here we are. It’s finally time for my ending ment. 

It feels like just last week I started posting this story; when in fact, it’s been over ten months. That’s longer than a human takes to be made! And this story does feel like a child to me and it will always be my baby. 

I feel like so much has changed since I started working on this story, since I started posting it. I’m a completely different person now, it seems, and I’m in such a better place than I was when I first started to write ldyk. I will always be so very thankful for everything this story did for me, for all of the friends that it gave me. 

I’m so so so fucking thankful to all of you who made it through with me and finally reached the finale! I know it was a lot, with many ups and downs and twists and cliffhangers. I’ll never forget this journey and how we laughed together, cried together, loved together. 

I think that LDYK comes out as a way to love the boys, wanting to feel closer to them, be a part of their lives in a way. It was about sharing these feelings, concerns and excitements as ARMY. Our hopes for the future and for the boys’ happiness, no matter what it looks like. 

In more than one way, this feels very bittersweet to me. I’m happy with the result and how this story ended, and as an author I love this work. I spent so many months working on this piece, dedicating myself to it so that you could all enjoy what’s inside my brain, too. So we could all have a safe space to run to when life got too hard. So I am happy to have seen it through and that you all made it here with me. 

But it also makes me sad because I never connected with so many of you like I have through this story, and I know I’ll miss you all. It will definitely feel weird not to see Baby and the boys every week anymore, it will be weird to tell you other stories that aren’t about these characters. 

But, hey, I don’t think I could ever really walk away from LDYK, so we’ll meet again in future drabbles. We all want to see Baby pregnant and the boys being dads, right? I’m already working on them! So at least we have that to look forward to. 

As for what’s coming next… It’s a lot. I have a lot of stories in store for you guys, and I hope you’ll stick around to read them all. 

 Let this story be here for you whenever you need it again. And if you made it here, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 💜

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࿐ྂ who wants her? | v.h.

          —  pairing: vinnie x reader           —  word count: ~200           —  summary: snoozin’ while vinnie’s chattin’

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“Yo, chat. Lemme show you something…”

Vinnie adjusts his phone’s camera, focusing on his beloved lump-of-a-girlfriend (you), curled within those coal-grey bedsheets, and not to mention his favorite tanned feline is snug at your side, tail curling and swaying.

“Chat, tell me why this lil woman waltzed in here like she owned the place, kissed and loved up on my cat, used my bathroom, and then fell asleep in my bed? Look, look…”

He zooms in on your visage, pretty as you are, even when you’re snoozin’ away like this.

“She’s kinda drooling, though. Ew. Who wants her?”

It takes two seconds for Vinnie’s comment section to flood with a barrage of fans playfully claiming you for themselves, though his gaze tries to skim through the blur of words. 

“Nah, none of you can actually have her, chat. I’m sorry,” he’s quick to retract his false offer, and he leans down where his lips fall gently against the warmth of your forehead. Vinnie’s sweet, sweet kiss lingers to wish a good night’s rest upon you before he decides to withdraw, grinning wide for the absolutely frenzied live chat as he admits in earnest:

“I think I’d fall apart without her.” 

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llore un poquito la verdad los babys se casaron

me encanto 😭😭 precioso ahora quiero casarme yo también 😭😭😭

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FOREVER & ALWAYS

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE | 5913 WORDS

Summary: The day has finally arrived, after twelve years, Y/N and Harry will finally say yes to forever, and luckily, they have all of their friends and family there.

! | FLUFF!!! literally one of the fluffiest things i've ever wrote. i tried to write this without naming the church in case there are people who are atheist or with another religion! SMUT (yeaaa), unprotected sex (she's on the pill). zayn being the angel that he is and nothing more i think!

W/N: I CAN'T BELIVE IS FINALLY DONE. this is the longest one shot i've ever written and i'm completely proud of it, the since forever babies are my faves and that's how's gonna be always. hope you love this as much as i do, next one shot is the honeymoon and i just wanna tell you that the pregnancy it's getting closer and closer. love you forever guys, this wouldn't be possible without you ♡.

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Y/N thought there was no prettier dance than the one she had with Harry on their graduation. The lights were dim, the music was soft, and the two of them were just two teenagers in love trying to dance decently well. She still remembers the look on his face that night, it was completely glowing with love and she knew hers was probably the same or worse.

Of course, that was until they had their first dance as a married couple.

But before we talk about that, let's go a little back, shall we?

Harry wakes up, it's eight in the morning and with his right hand he turns off the alarm clock, while his left hand is being hugged by his love.

He smiles, watching Y/N sleep peacefully beside him, and moves towards her to cuddle her in his arms.

"Wake up, m'love." He whispers, but it's just enough to wake her up as he knows the alarm clock has kicked in. "It's today."

That makes her open her eyes, smiling sleepily and moving closer against him even though she knows it's no longer physically possible.

"Harry..." She says, clearing her throat to make her voice sound better. "Baby."

The smile on his face could light up the entire room if it weren't for the sunlight streaming in through the window. "Mmh?" He asks, as he leaves kisses on her neck.

"Happy wedding day."

He laughs, feeling a tingle in his chest that reveals once again that the woman in front of him is the love of his life. Although he had figured that out the moment he met her. Harry positions himself on top of Y/N, making sure not to crush her, and leaves kisses on all the bare skin he can find.

"Happy wedding day, m'soul."

He knows it's only a matter of time before their friends come into their house and kick them out of bed, forcing them to stay apart until it's time to walk down the small aisle in their backyard. They'd decided to have a small wedding, not being fans of the constant public eye on their every step, and it had been a good decision.

"It's time to get up. Your parents and mine will be here in an hour with Gemma and the lads."

They both get up and take a shower together (which leads to more than just an innocent shower). When they get out, they walk down the pink stairs and eat breakfast in a comforting silence that prepares them for all the noise they'll have to endure later.

"Can't believe it's today." Y/N says, as she covers a piece of toast with jam. "After twelve years... we're gonna be husband and wife, shit."

Harry laughs at her shocked expression, and caresses her knee as he sips his black coffee before speaking. "You've been waiting for this for a long time?"

"Probably since our first anniversary."

That takes him by surprise, he'd always thought he'd been the first to obsess over her, to write hearts around her name and put her first name and his last name together to see what it'd be like to be married. Now, they would be, and Y/N's gonna add the name Styles after hers.

He's about to answer, but the doorbell rings for whole five seconds, and the front door opens.

"Why do y'ring the doorbell if you're just gonna walk inside like it's your bloody house?" Harry asks irritably, and Niall shrugs as he walks over to hug Y/N.

"So you'd have time to get dressed in case you were naked or something." He replies, with an arm around the girl's shoulders.

Behind him, Louis enters with Freddie, and Liam with Maya and Bear. God, they were all growing up, not just the kids, but everyone.

"Louis!" Y/N wiggles out of the ex-blonde's grip and goes to hug her best friend.

"Hi, love." He murmurs happy, squeezing her into his arms until his son forces them apart so he can greet his aunt.

She greets Liam and his family as well, taking time to play a little with Bear, and Harry can't help the goofy grin that escapes him at witnessing moments like this. He still can't believe how she was so dynamic with his former band mates, it seemed like she was just another member, but what makes him love her even more is how she handles herself with the kids.

Y/N makes them laugh, and fills their cheeks with kisses as he imagines what it'd be like to have a baby of their own, a baby that receives the love that the two of them have to give unconditionally, feeling his eyes water at the mental picture. He can feel in his soul that they're getting closer and closer to that moment.

Liam smacks the back of his head to snap him out of his thoughts, and Harry grunts at the blow. "What?"

"It's time for the bride and groom to get ready without seeing each other."

Gemma and the others arrive after a couple of minutes and Harry and Y/N have to go separate ways only to be reunited in completely different circumstances. Dalia starts dragging her daughter while Louis and the others drag Harry in opposite directions, and they both groan in disgust.

"We didn't kiss goodbye!" The bride screams as she's dragged further and further away from her love, until she's ushered into her room where her dress and all the necessities are already in place. Harry is in one of the guest rooms.

Twenty minutes later, her parents, Anne and Gemma are with her, watching as Y/N paces madly around the room, picking up her dress and then leaving it on the bed to grab one of her brushes but regretting it at the last minute, her nerves showing through.

"Darling." Anne walks over to her and takes her hands, smiling at the nervous girl. "Don't be so nervous, we have time for everything."

Y/N nods but doesn't look relaxed at all, Gemma also approaches her, and rests her hand on her shoulder.

"Harry loves you, Y/N. Don't worry about anything."

She laughs, but her eyes well up with tears. She knows Harry loves her, she's never doubted that, she's just nervous that she's gonna finally fulfill what she's been dreaming of since she fell in love with him.

"I'm afraid that everything won't go as planned. What if the food isn't enough, what if the music doesn't please them, what if..."

Her parents watch from a corner of the room, they know it's a moment of her with her mother and sister-in-law.

"You guys have gone over everything a million times, everything's gonna be perfect." Gemma tells her, smiling, and she can feel her body relax even a little.

"Let's sit down for a moment, mmh?" Anne guides her to the end of the bed.

"Did something happen?" Y/N asks, swallowing dry.

"I just want to take a second to thank you for everything you've done since we met you." Anne ducks her head. "You make Harry happy, and for me that's everything."

Y/N felt a warmth flood her chest, that her future husband's mother had told her this was what she needed to walk down the aisle without fear. They all knew and loved what she and Harry had, they saw how they looked at each other, and they knew it was fate.

"You've been with him since he was just a boy, and your feelings for him have never changed since he... since he became this superstar. I couldn't've thought of anyone more perfect for him than you, Y/N. And you've been a part of our family since the moment you walked through our door for the first time, I love you like another daughter, and I know Gemma, Desmond– even Robin thinks the same as I do."

Both women have tears sliding down their cheeks, and they hug each other tightly, conveying what they need to. Gemma joins in the embrace which lasts for a considerable few seconds, until they separate so the bride to be can speak.

"Thank you– thank you for raising someone as good, as wonderful as Harry is. There isn't a day that goes by that I doubt my love for him that just keeps growing and growing."

They hug one more time, until Y/N's father claps his hands. "Okay, enough of the emotional moment or I'll start crying too. It's time for you to get ready, darling, your mother and I will be downstairs with the caretakers to sort everything out."

Gemma nods, and looks at her mother before saying. "Yes, we'll go and have a look at your future husband, you're gonna be alright on your own?"

YN laughs at the nickname and lets them go. Five minutes pass, and she's already calmer, starting to fix her hair while listening to some music.

"Don't wait, or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said Speak No–" She's halfway through her concert when someone knocks on the bedroom door, and she pauses Taylor's video to open it.

Zayn was standing in front of her, he looked beautiful, better, he had a black suit and a smile on his bearded face that only reflected the affection he felt for her. "Hi, babe."

She can't find the words so she just hugs him with all her might, hiding her face in his chest. She hasn't seen him in months despite talking almost every day, and she misses when she used to wake up and know he was in the hotel room next to hers. He was her best friend, her brother, and distance could never change that.

"I missed you so much." Y/N murmurs against the fabric of his pink suit.

"Me too." He replies, and pulls away to say looking into her eyes. "Are you gonna let me in or wha'?"

They both laugh and lock themselves in the room, Zayn helping her with her hair and explaining that Khai would be arriving later with his mother. Time passes, and he finds himself staring out the window.

"People are coming." He says, hiding behind the curtain, but gets no comment from his best friend. "Y/N?"

When he turns around, it's the exact moment she comes out of the bathroom with the wedding dress on her body. It's perfect, long-sleeved and delicate, made for her even though Y/N is rarely delicate, and he can't help the tear that escapes his eye. (...)

Y/N's smile is coy and she has her hands clasped, you can tell she loves the way she looks, that she's ready to marry. Still, she asks. "How do I look?"

Zayn laughs and walks over to her. "You look beautiful."

The two hug one more time and Y/N's officially ready. People are already arriving, and within minutes, Harry will be standing at the altar waiting for her.

They're both talking while standing (so as not to wrinkle the dress) when the door rings, and the brunet takes it upon himself to open it just in case. When he pokes his head through the gap, his gaze meets Louis', and they both sigh and duck their heads in discomfort.

"It's the boys." Malik turns to say to her.

"Tell them to come in!"

Zayn opens the door and goes to the bathroom, leaving privacy for Y/N and the three boys, who enter smiling.

"Oi, would you look at that! You look amazing, love." Louis says, taking her by the hand and spinning her around, which makes her giggle.

"Yeah, Harry's a lucky lad." Niall adds, leaning in to leave a kiss on her cheek.

Liam smiles through tight lips, and sighs before saying. "He is."

Y/N looks at him understandingly, and reaches out a hand to squeeze his arm.

"We just wanted to let you know that your future husband is ready and nervous as shit." The one from Doncaster takes the word again. "And that I'll be standing with a bouquet of flowers like the perfect bridesmaid that I am."

She laughs, and hugs them all again. "Thank you, I love you."

Y/N's family comes into the room and sees her in the dress, her dad cries like a bastard, which makes her mum cry, which almost makes Y/N cry. Zayn had to kick them out so they don't mess up her make-up.

But the one who can't stop crying, is Harry.

"I can't stop fucking crying."

Niall laughs, and hands him another tissue.

"Thanks– Christ, I can't believe I'm finally gonna be her husband." He says, wiping away his tears as Liam ties the bow around his neck.

He's ready, in two minutes he has to be standing at the altar, but he's in shock, this is everything he ever dreamed of, and when they sign the papers in front of all their family members, he'll be a married man to the love of his life.

Louis (who's smoking a cigarette at the window) is the one who goes to open the door when it rings, revealing Y/N's father, John.

"It's time."

Harry lets out a shaky sigh, and approaches his father-in-law in a path full of back-slapping and cheering from the boys.

John looks at him, and smiles. "Thank you, Harry."

Without hesitation, he replies. "Thank you."

The five men go downstairs and walk into the courtyard. You can see how their house is decorated for the wedding and it looks just perfect, definitely worth the months they spent planning it.

The pews are lined up perfectly in front of the altar, and further away are the reception tables and dance floor. Everything's blue, white, and other pastel colours, it's simple, just what they need.

As he nervously walks to his place, he can see all the guests turn to look at him, and notices his mum tearing up a bit from where the bridesmaids were standing.

When he gets to the altar, he allows himself a second to relax (if he can) and the boys settle into their respective places. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the band getting ready, and that's enough to make him sweat in his suit again.

It was funny, as between Gemma, her mum, her best friend and Anne, were Zayn and Louis each holding a bouquet of flowers like a good bridesmaid.

On the other side where the groomsmen are, there's Desmond, his cousins, Niall, and Liam. And in the seats are the rest of their guests, but Harry can't look at anyone else, not when Y/N appears in his field of view.

She appears, walking like a queen in her dress and the bouquet of flowers in her hands.

He'll never be able to explain what he felt in that moment, it's as if everything he experienced never mattered until now, all the concerts he gave don't compare to the adrenaline and excitement he feels when he sees her coming, in a dress that fits her perfectly, and more beautiful than ever.

He doesn't realise until the tears touch his lips and he feels the salty taste, he's openly crying, the tears fall and fall and he covers his mouth with a hand to silence his sobs. And from the altar, he can see how Y/N smiles with sparkling eyes.

When she finally reaches his side, they both look at each other and somehow, by conveying everything they are feeling through their gazes, it's enough, and she has to suppress the urge to throw herself into his arms.

The man speaks, but they can only focus on each other until the questions begin.

"Are you willing to love and respect each other, following the marriage way of life, for a lifetime?"

Without hesitation, Y/N says. "I am."

Harry answers behind her, keeping his gaze fixed on his love's face. "I am."

"Very well. We will proceed with the wedding vows." The older man says, and Harry knows it's his turn first.

He feels everything inside him stir with emotion and nerves, but like the good songwriter that he is, he pulls himself together and tries to find the best words to describe what he feels right now, but he knows there's nothing more honest than what comes from his heart at this moment.

"I've tried to put these twelve years with you into words, but all that comes to mind are the kisses, laughter, and tears we've shared since we first met." Harry begins, as he tries not to stutter from the urge to cry. "Everyone told me I was crazy, that I was just a kid and that I would meet many more people throughout m'life, but they don't understand that it was always you. From the moment I saw you in the shop I knew something drew me to you, maybe we have invisible strings in our fingers that tie us together, maybe we have something about each other tattooed transparently. I don't know what it is, but all I know is that we're soulmates."

He sniffles, weeping openly in front of the guests and in front of the love of his life. But he doesn't care, because he's opening his heart, and that's how it feels.

"I haven't stopped loving you madly since I found out that the girl I had a crush on loved me too, and I even feel like I love you more with each passing day. I'm the luckiest lad to have you with me, and nothing and no one in the world can ever make me see that differently. It's you, Y/N, and that's why today I'll finally say yes to being your husband, because I believe there's nothing I want more in the world, than to be yours." He finishes and everyone applauds, he covers his eyes with his wrists to suppress his tears until she clears her throat indicating it's her turn for the vows.

She's crying too, with make-up and mask smudging her cheeks, but she doesn't care anymore, now she just looks into Harry's green eyes, and sighs before speaking.

"If I had to say how many people told me we wouldn't last because we were kids, or because you wanted to live the rockstar life, then we'd be here forever." Everyone laughs, and the couple look at each other, laughing through tears. "But most importantly, we never cared. We never cared what anyone else told us, because I knew that even if a hundred years went by, you'd still be the curly boy I fell in love with, and I'd never stop feeling the same way I felt back then; I'd still be blushing, getting nervous and feeling like you're too much for me but glad that you still choose me every day."

Y/N can't hold it in, her voice's cracking and sometimes she sobs between words, so Harry walks over to her, and wipes her tears away with his thumbs. "Are yeh okay, baby?" He whispers, and she nods in embarrassment.

"Yes, sorry, I love you."

"I love you too." He smiles, and releases her to distance himself again so she can continue.

He can feel Niall crying behind him.

"I can't wait to see what life has in store for us, even though we're saying yes now, I know we've been committed to each other since forever." She continues, calmer now. "I love you, I love the superstar in you as much as I love the boy who gets up every morning and likes to dance in the kitchen like it's a dance floor. I love you, and that's it."

They all clap, Louis shouts in his recognisable voice, and the man in the suit takes the word again.

"Do you, Harry Edward Styles, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, and do you promise to be faithful to her in prosperity and adversity, in sickness and in health, and so to love and cherish her all the days of your life?

Harry laughs, as he nods his head and continues to cry. "I do."

"Y/N Y/L/N, take Harry Edward Styles, to be your wedded husband, and do you promise to be faithful to him in prosperity and adversity, in sickness and in health, and, so to love and cherish him all the days of your life?"

She puts a hand to her chin pretending to think about it, and he rolls his eyes and laughs with the other guests, but she smiles and nods furtively. "Of course I do!"

They all laugh, and the man raises his hands before speaking. "It's time for the rings, and to sign the civil confirming your marriage and new lastname."

Louis and Niall give them their respective rings, and the green-eyed man takes her hand and slides the gold ring shakily, onto the finger next to it, the engagement ring sparkles.

"Y/N, receive this ring, as a sign of m'love and fidelity to you." He says, raising his gaze to look at her.

She repeats his action, leaving a caress on the back of his hand. "Harry, receive this ring, as a token of my love and fidelity to you."

They both hold hands for a few more seconds until the sir holds out a pen to each of them, and on the small table behind him are the documents.

On it, it says that all property will be owned by both of them, that they will marry, and so on. And on the last paper, it said that Y/N would be renamed Y/N Y/L/N Styles.

The two sign the documents with a completely crooked signature because of nerves, and when they put their pens down on the table, they both look at each other shocked. They've done it. They're married.

"And with this, I now pronounce you man and wife." After years, they finally listen. "You may kiss the bride."

Harry grabs her from behind the neck and pulls her to him, kissing her like he's never kissed her before. This time it's different, it's their first kiss as a married couple and it feels fucking good, it tastes completely different, and he can swear it's more addictive than before.

Y/N squeezes the fabric of his suit under her hands and kisses him just as hard even though they have to stay normal because they have all their friends and family celebrating and screaming. Anyway, what did it matter? they had all eternity to kiss eachother, and she was a fucking Styles.

She cries as she kisses him, she can't believe that her sixteen year old boy is the same one standing here proclaiming his love for her, it feels so good that her whole body vibrates, but sadly they have to separate.

Harry looks at her, his green orbs gushing with love and happiness, and as he caresses her cheeks, he whispers. "I love you."

"I love you more." She replies, feeling her cheeks ache from smiling so much.

They both turn to the guests, Y/N raises the hand that was holding the bouquet, and shouts.

"Fucking finally!"

Now, it's time for the party.

(...)

Everyone is standing around them, Y/N and Harry are in the middle of the dance floor, and it's time for their first dance as married couple.

Harry slips a hand around her waist, pressing her against his body, and the two join hands. Lover by Taylor Swift begins to play, and Y/N stares at him open-mouthed as they sway under everyone's gaze.

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January"

"I thought we were waltzing." She whispers.

"Well, you thought wrong."

"And this is our place, we make the rules"

"Are there any other surprises you want to tell me?" She says against his ear, keeping her smile so as not to reveal what they're talking about.

"Taylor's about to appear through that door."

Y/N's in the middle of a nervous breakdown when he shakes his head, guffawing.

"M'joking, sorry! she's re-recording Speak Now, busy schedule." Harry whispers to her as they dance. "Though she did send us presents and like five knitted blankets."

"What?! What?! Speak Now????!!!!"

He laughs at the look of surprise on his wife's face, and she rolls her eyes but laughs too. His wife, there's nothing nicer than referring to her like that, so he speaks again, whispering in her ear as he leaves a kiss on her cheek.

"And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear"

"Can't believe you're m'wife."

Y/N smiles, sighing through her nose as she squeezes his hand entwined in hers. "Can't believe you're my husband either, Harry, I love you so much."

"Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?"

Styles leaves a kiss at the corner of her lips knowing that all the guests are watching them, but whispers in her ear again. "When the dance is over, let's escape to the bedroom for a while, just like when we were kids."

And she simply can't say no to him, knowing they're just as crazy about each other as they were when they were sixteen, so she nods, and they continue dancing like it's nothing.

"Can I go, where you go? Can we always, be this close?"

Y/N can see Niall recording on his phone, and next to him is Louis with Freddie and Liam with Bear. Zayn's further apart with little Khai.

"Forever and ever and I, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my... Lover."

Harry leans their foreheads together, just feeling his whole body vibrate from the song and from the excitement. He smiles as he watches his wife whispering the lyrics of the song.

"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? with every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my Lover."

He'd chosen this song without her knowing, and it had been the best choice.

"My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my Lover."

Y/N sings, staring at him. "And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me. And at every table, I'll save you a seat, Loverrrrrr!"

They keep dancing until the song ends, and everyone claps and shouts for them. Harry wants to go to the bedroom now, have some alone time with his wife even though they have the whole honeymoon in Italy for that, but Y/N knows they have to be with the guests.

She takes photos with Khai, dances with Louis, and thanks everyone for coming while her husband stands behind her.

Two hours pass and Harry happily sips his wine as he dances with his sister. In the distance, he sees Y/N change her dress for a shorter, more comfortable one (...), and he can feel his desire for her returning, now even more so with alcohol in his blood.

He walks towards her with slow steps and with the drink between his fingers, she sees him coming and rolls her eyes laughing.

"How many of those did you have?" She asks, taking the glass from him to set it on a table.

"Enough to forget that m'wife doesn't pay attention to me."

Y/N laughs and hugs him by the hips, leaving little kisses on his cheek, trailing down his jaw and to his neck. She can feel the singer shudder under her touch, and it makes her smile.

She raises her head to say in his ear. "Let me make it up to you, please?"

Harry growls and squeezes her against his body, thankful that the colorful lights hide them and the guests are busy dancing. They have twenty minutes until dessert is served.

"Of course, m'soul."

They both run away hand in hand as they laugh, and walk into their house, Harry leaning her against the living room wall before heading upstairs, and kissing her passionately.

Y/N can't help but moan, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him against her even more. It's a hurried kiss, revealing their desire for each other, and they separate to go upstairs.

The room is a mess, there's make-up and hair products everywhere but the bed is empty and that's what they need right now.

The chestnut locks the door before launching himself at his wife again, the two kiss tasting each other's mouths and clashing tongues as she pulls off his jacket.

She caresses his arms and Harry kisses her neck unable to leave a mark. "God, H." Y/N moans, and pushes him down onto the bed.

He falls, sitting and the end of the bed, and she sits on top of him, gasping as she feels the pressure of his bulge against her covered centre. The green-eyed man grins, and grabs her hips to begin back-and-forth movements.

"Yeh gonna fuck me while all our guests are outside, Mrs. Styles?"

Y/N moans at his words, having his last name is a satisfaction she's never experienced until now, not even dreaming or writing his last name after her name compared to this, and she nods as she kisses the sweet spot on his jaw.

She wishes they had more time so she could feel the warmth of his body against hers, but for now she just settles for raising her body to unbutton his dress trousers, and free his member.

Harry tilts his head back as he feels her slide her hand up and down and use the precum to make him wetter, it feels so fucking good.

"Ah, fuck." He gasps. "Baby."

Y/N pulls her panties to the side and slowly sits on top of him, moaning as she feels her instantly clench around him with familiarity, it's perfect, like they were made for each other.

They both get closer as she begins to rise and fall against his cock, and Harry lets out profanities under his breath as he kisses his love's cleavage.

The sound is obscene, the music outside mixing with their bodies colliding and the wetness of them. Y/N continues her movements until his member slams into her G-spot, and she lets out a little scream.

Harry laughs, and looks into her eyes. "Yeah, there, m'love." He says, and licks his thumb to slide it between them and caress her clit.

He's about to cum, but stays sane enough to do it with her, who makes her movements messy and jerky as she seeks her orgasm.

Y/N can taste it on the tip of her tongue, and she moans, "H, I'm so close."

"Me too, me too." He nods furtively, lifting his hips to ram into her halfway. "Gimme a kiss."

They both kiss conveying everything they feel. It's a messy, love-filled kiss, of promises and silent oaths they vow to each other. Y/N tastes his lower lip between hers, and moans into his mouth as the heat in her belly finally releases.

She cums, hiding her face in Harry's neck and clenching around him which makes him moan, and he thrusts once, twice, three more times before he cums too, painting her walls white.

The couple are breathing heavily, cuddling and caressing each other. Y/N combs her husband's curls, and kisses his cheek.

"I've never been with anyone else, but I'm pretty sure you're the best at this."

He laughs, closing his eyes before looking back up at her and saying. "I've never been with anyone else either but I know you're the best at everything."

The two kiss and stay in silence for a while longer until they have to break apart. Harry cleans her up and they both get dressed again before heading back to the party.

When they arrive, everyone's sitting down for dessert and it's time for the toast. They sit at the head table, and Niall clinks his glass with a knife to get everyone's attention.

"Well, thanks." Everyone laugh, and he stands nervously. "I wanna propose a toast to Y/N and Harry. I've known them since they were just a couple of months together, and from there you could tell they'd be forever no matter what. I've never met two people more perfect for each other, and I always look up to them to be better everyday."

Harry sniffles, feeling his nose sting from the urge to cry, and he can feel his love nuzzling his knuckles under the table.

"You're both my family, and I love yeh unconditionally, I know I speak for Louis, Liam... and Zayn when I say that Y/N was always a part of us, and that it wouldn't be the same without her here. So Harry, thanks for having your stupid pretty face and making her fall in love with you."

It's Y/N's turn to tear up and she laughs with the others, she can't wait to get up and hug her friend with all her might.

"Anyway, thanks for being the fairytale couple and showing us how love should be. Cheers to the lovely couple!" Niall raises his glass along with the everyone, and they all drink.

Harry and Y/N look at each other and smile. It's perfect, everything's perfect and just the way they always wanted it. They can't ask for anything more, even though they secretly know there's something that's missing and they can't wait to have.

"I love you." He tells her, leaving a kiss on her cheek and they both look around again.

Their family is chatting and laughing, Louis' talking to Liam while Freddie and Bear play with the dessert, Niall's flirting with Amelia, and Zayn's playing with his daughter on his lap while chatting to his mum.

They are all here in honour of them, in honour of their love, and they are eternally grateful to have them.

Y/N wouldn't be the same without having the other four boys in her life, they'd helped with their advices, listening to her when she fought with Harry and comforting her.

Despite all the ups and downs, she was here, sitting at the head table at her wedding with the boy she met when she didn't yet know what it was like to live, and was lucky enough to learn at his side.

She wishes everyone had a Harry in their life. Or someone like him, because she's sure that her husband is completely unique.

"Do you think we'll get married someday?" Y/N asks in the darkness of the small bus bed, and she can feel her eighteen-year-old boyfriend turning to face her.

"Of course." He answers without hesitation, looking to where her eyes are supposed to be in the darkness. "We're gonna get married, and have babies, and whatever you want."

She laughs quietly, careful not to wake the boys, and snuggles even more against him. "You know... even though we aren't married, I've always been committed to you."

Harry smiles, feeling his heart racing. And unashamed of being overheard, he whispers:

"M'love, I've been committed to you since the first time I saw you."

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harrystyles: Saying yes to you is the best choice I made in my entire life. You're my life, my love, my soul, and I have known it since I was a little boy and had no idea about anything, I love you and I promise to show it to you everyday as I have for a decade and more. Our love story doesn't compare to the songs I've written, this is so much better and there are still pages to write. March 7, 2022.

harryfan1: OH MY FUCMING GPDDDZ!!!

harryfan2: HE'S MARRIED EVERYONE 😭😭😭

yourinstagram: forever and always by your side!! i love you curly 🤍

harrystyles: @/yourinstagram I love you. Xxx.

niallhoran: Congrats mates ! ❤️

louist91: So fucking corny 😂😂

harryfan3: THE BOYS WENT TO THE WEDDING WTF THERE'S PICTURES!!!!!

harryfan4: @/harryfan3 WHAT ?

liampayne: PROUD!!!

annetwist: My babies 💕

gemmastyles: Cryinggggg, my little brother is not so little anymore.

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