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hi i dunno if you’re still doing ships but could i maybe get one with one of the evan’s please🥺 i’m 5’3 and i have really light blonde hair and brown eyes and i’m decently tattooed. i’m pretty introverted but i love going to pop punk concerts and watching horror films. i also love talking about foreign horror movies the most with people and discussing and recommending them!! i also really like doing makeup and writing in my spare time 🥺 thankyouuu
I ship you with... Kyle Spencer!
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               Kyle jumped as a zombie lurched at the movie screen, his arms pulling you closer in an attempt to comfort himself. You were watching Train to Busan, and Kyle was completely horrified. You convinced him to watch this film with you after you gushed about how good it was-- Kyle couldn’t stomach letting you down. He buried his face in your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics.
            “Kyle, babe, we don’t have to watch this if you don’t like it.” He quickly shakes his head before turning to face you. 
            “It’s not that I don’t like it,” Kyle interjects, “The story has me hooked its just--” Kyle jumps as the train lurches. “-- scary.” You run your thumb over his cheek. His pale skin contrasted against your tattooed arms, intricate designs and symbols painted on your own skin. Kyle never got tattoos because of his aspirations to become an engineer, but he could spend hours studying yours.
            “Well, try to focus on the story instead of the scares. Don’t think of it as horror think of it as... adventure. Listen to the dialogue and try to use context clues to figure it out-- distract yourself without losing the key parts of the movie.” Kyle nods slowly before returning his attention to the screen, his eyes focusing on the characters in the small train cart. You smile before resting your head on Kyle’s shoulder. Zombies pop up left and right, but Kyle has long stopped jumping. Kyle wasn’t afraid anymore now that he knows he has you. 
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+masterlist+
SMUT IS MARKED WITH *
5SOS
Calum
Flutter and Burn Part One and Two
Ghost of You
Ready?
Let It Loose *
What’s Wrong? *
I Don’t Care *
Thigh Ride *
Twitter, Do Your Thing
Drugs and Candy
Slight Exhibitionist *
2am
Likes Me More
Sight Not Included *
Switched Series Part One and Two
Ghost , Not A Ghost
Luke
Better Than Him *
Don’t Worry, I Got You *
Never Be
Michael
Ashton
Calm and Lazy *
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5sos things you can hear
- twist mate! I’m TWISTING bro!
- I think it’s an acoustic set Acoustic set? It sOuNDs a BiT LoUD fOR aN AcOUsTiC sEt CaLUm
- Glass? Gloss? I don’t know who I am
- YeR nEVeR gOnnA mAKe iT
- ALRIGHT LOS ANGELES
- You know where it is? At your mom’s house
- Valentine, imma tell you a lil something about valentine. Um, V-A-L-N-T-Y-N-E, valentine
- hi im Calum Hood from 5sos and I play BASS
- ITS A CHOCOLATE MILK PARTY
- Michael you are YELLING
- But is it balsamic?
- iT aLL MAkEs sEnSe iN ThE EDIT!
- Roberto
- cuz we could feeEeeEl somethings broken MA HEART
- oh mah gawd PuBerTy
- I’m Bonzi I’m Fonzi And we’re the Bonzi Fonzi brothers
- Ashton, ma best bud, gonna be friends forever
- you fake betch
- does it sOuNd good? YEAAH does it feEeL good? YEEAAAH
- the sensation, the bodacious, the Caaaaluuuumm Hooooooood
- gafferrr? I’ve never heard gaffer before
- I don’t CARE about the sugar content!
- let’s play titanic, you be iceberg and I’ll go down
- cuddle? no cuddle? no
- we love white shirts with leather jackets, right?
- MICHAEL WHAT DOES SHE SAY?
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Delicious : Demon!Cal
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Summary: Demon Cal is assigned to watch you and he finds himself drawn to you, even though you’re infuriating.
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, pretty kinky demon sex fam, rings, choking, reader in danger, angst, rivalry, really sexy pictures of their outfits if you click the links (in bold)
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standing in your kitchen cooking dinner alone was solace. soft music played from a speaker and you stood over the pan that you were cooking in, phone in one hand as you scrolled through social media.
something changed in the room and goosebumps appeared over your skin, you almost jumped when a hand settled on the left side of your waist as an arm reached past you on the right, turning down the temperature of the stove, “you trying to fucking burn your meal?” a voice growled in your ear.
you stood frozen, hyperaware of the body that had appeared behind you from thin air. he stood there for a few moments and your heart rate picked up, not sure exactly what he was doing. 
then his hand was gone and you let out a breath as he walked around to the other side of the island table, kicking out a chair with his boot and sitting down in it. his ring clad fingers splayed over the counter.
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You’re friends with Jack Barakat and he puts you in his story one day and Calum is breath taken and immediately texts Jack like “Why the fuck have I never met her before? You text me about your morning shit and you’ve never told me about her before??” and he begs Jack for some kind of information on you.
JAJDJ and imagine the first time y'all meet bc jack decides to bring u to a party that ash was throwing (we all know that he throws the best parties ever) and when jack goes to say hi to calum he sees u and his heart stops??? like literally it stops beating for a quick second and his stomach turns and fuck is that what liking someone feels like?? bc poor cal doesn’t really believe in love anymore but when he sees u talk and laugh and being so soft he starts to reconsider his views on love bc he doesn’t know anything about it, but he sure as hell needs to know more about u
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this is shit quality but I thought it was cute
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“we don’t have to live this way”
this is what happens when I’m bored at 4am
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Harry: look at my cute little baby.
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Harry: I said look, don’t touch.
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I love badboy!harry but he’s only soft for y/n like fuuuck
“Fucking son of a bitch,” he growls, his furious, electric green eyes skimming over the disgusting, drunken brute he’s got a hold of by the collar. Lazy apologies frantically slip out of the man’s mouth, a laugh slipping at the end as he raises his arms up in defence.
“Hey, bro, it’s not my fault! She didn’t even tell me she had a boyfriend. And that little dress she’s wearing… You sure she wasn’t enjoying it?”
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The sound of a nose cracking was evident within the bar, the volume and violence associated with the gesture silencing the heaps of college students inside of the club. All eyes were on Harry Styles, the football star and quarterback, usually a mystery to the rest of the student body. The most anyone ever got out of him was a sneer or lazy acknowledgement. The girls always twirled stands of their hair in between their fingers at the sight of his curly, dark locks and the boys couldn’t help but give him an obvious onceover every time he walked into the room.
He was madly popular for his attitude, silent, deadly, and admittedly equally, madly attractive. Harry Styles was always ready with a snappy comeback or a glare given from the simple flash of his intelligent eyes, clad in a leather jacket that fight almost too right, perfectly slicked back, thick thatches of hair, and a smirk. Throwing punches wasn’t anything new for the bad boy and his group of misfits, but this was new.
He was angry in a way they’d never seen Harry angry- it was as if his eyes were dimmed with lava and his silence spoke volumes more than the disdain dripping from his cherry lips, his clenched teeth gritting hard enough to shake the entirety of the campus.
And for what?
A girl, it seemed.
“Fucking bastard,” Harry spat onto the offending man’s grimy face, his long, calloused fingers coming back bloody. He kicked him away afterwards, huffing at the moans and cries the prick howled. Just about to kick his ribs, Harry growled when Niall Horan pulled him back, keeping a strong grip on his struggling arms.
“It’s not worth it. Stop, Styles,” Niall warned.
“Let. Me. Go, Niall,” he spoke between gritted teeth.
“Y/N will wear whatever she wants wherever she wants, whenever she wants, and if you do so much as think about her I will tear off every muscle in your pathetic little body,” Harry hissed at the bloody heap on the floor, his volume gradually increasing into a roar.
Breaking free from the Irish gang member’s grip, Harry formed his fingers into a fist before pounding them into the disgusting bastard’s body again, hearing every crack fizzle into satisfaction. He kicked at each rib and tore at whatever flesh his hands could grope and pinch. Blood flowed down his face once the man beneath him gained enough consciousness to bust Harry’s lips.
He was seeing red, kicking at every inch of the man that had even attempted to hurt his girl. Brief moments where he could hear alarmed screams and shouts of ‘Harry, campus security!’ from Niall and Zayn were unimportant. He was seeing anger and the need to do her right.
A small cry in the midst of everything shattered the red.
“Harry, stop. Stop,” y/n pleaded, her soft, quiet voice breaking with every punch he sent flying.
Fuck, Harry cussed internally. She sounded afraid. She was afraid.
When he looks back at her, she’s shaking, tears threatening to spill from her wide, doe eyes and her lips wobbling in that way they do when she’s upset. Her fingers are fiddling nervously and her eyes are disappointed and sad.
They were supposed to go on a date after this. We’re only supposed to stay at the club for ten minutes to catch up with some friends for a while, then go to that fancy French restaurant y/n’s eyes always glaze over when she’s reading the Yelp reviews on it, but she refuses to let herself splurge on a college student budget.
She’s been stressing herself out, isolating herself with nothing but papers and small dormitories while chanting her Anatomy and Physics notes as if they’re some hazing ritual sent by a cult instead of preparation for finals. Her sleep schedule is off and the only times Harry can see her or force her to consume something other than coffee and energy bars (and maybe get her to take a shower) is when she’s huddled in some corner in the library.
So, he tells her to keep this day available and reserved the best table at the restaurant. It was no problem. Harry came from wealth, and besides, none of that matters with y/n. She saw him in a way no one else ever had or ever would. y/n treated him gently, treated him as if he were everything to her and saw him as someone she could trust with every intelligent, insightful thought and every emotion she had ever felt.
And he’s so careful with her, determined to keep away from that bad boy facade. Although it felt confusing at first to let his guard down in front of this beautiful, sweet girl he’d met in his Philosophy class, slowly it became easier and it freed him, somehow. Even Niall and Zayn to a liking to y/n. It was impossible to reject her.
His eyes nearly burnt into ashes once he saw her in that dress she never wears. She looked so pretty and his heart beat was so wild and erratic he hoped she couldn’t hear it already. Her lips were painted red and her eyes held the sky. It was everything.
But then some bastard had the nerve to touch her and make her feel uncomfortable even after y/n clearly stated she was with someone and even if she weren’t, she didn’t want him in her space. From that point, Harry had lost the control he’d so carefully preserved. He couldn’t stand anyone being treated like that.
She was afraid now. Trying so hard to keep it together when the seams were so close to falling apart and failing. The tears came down her sad, pretty face in streams she shyly tried to hide behind her thick locks of hair. y/n looked utterly terrified, and as he licked at the wounds on his torn lip, Harry couldn’t blame her.
“What are you all looking at,” he barked, his eyes dark and blank once more, the bar suddenly colder as some people grabbed the offensive bastard off of the floor and everyone was forced to return to partying and getting drunk, although their thoughts and interest was somewhere else. He knew she didn’t like that much attention.
She leaves the bar, and he follows. The sky is black and the white streetlights reflect in the light, drizzling rain pouring from the sky. The road is empty, the dark path shining with water.
“y/n…” Harry trails off, unsure of where to begin and not accustomed to feeling this way about anyone. His eyes snap upto her figure once she turns away from him, beginning to walk away.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” she whispers, eyes downturned and shining with tears. “I don’t wanna go to the restaurant anymore. I hafta go.”
“y/n, wait,” he’s desperate, narrowing his eyes slightly as the rain pours over them, latching his hand onto her wrist lightly after circling it. “I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She doesn’t expect him to keep her from walking away and the tears come down, little gasps escaping her chest.
“Oh, baby, please don’t cry. Don’t cry, please. Can’t handle it,” he pleads, his own emotions festering inside of his chest in complicated motions. She doesn’t fight it when he pulls her into his chest, warm tears leaking from her pretty, sad irises and through the fabric of his shirt.
“I wasn’t- I didn’t want to do anything bad, swear,” Harry hiccuped, his own hard exterior crumbling as his eyes grew wide and frantic, brimming with moisture. “Didn’t want to make you sad, y/n. I swear I was just trying to make him go away, because he invaded your privacy. I’m not bad. Am I? I’m trying not to and-“
“Harry, stop. I’m not mad,” y/n mumbles. “I just come from a family and circle of friends who didn’t ever bother to care for me. I just didn’t expect you to step in when no one else ever has.”
Something in Harry’s electric green eyes intensifies as he gazes attentively down at y/n, his jaw clenching and his chest throbbing with both sadness and contentment that they would be the only ones to look after each other.
Harry grabs her as she turns to leave, pulling her closer to him despite her widened doe eyes and breathlessness. The intensity in his eyes silences all argument or notion to flee. His eyes lock onto hers, moments before his large, calloused hands lift to cup at her tightened jaw.
He kisses her.
Soft is the first thing y/n thinks of at her first taste of his mouth, moving in sync with hers. Soft when everything about this, them has been so hard. She swears she’s never met someone like him- someone with such granite for temperament to the outside world, but such a complex when it came to himself. His cherry lips are just right and his mouth covers hers almost tentatively, a test and a challenge. and she shivers, teetering within his hold and almost losing balance from the sheer intensity and silent emotion expressed from his lips on hers. Paying no mind to every difference and every hardship they’d ever crossed and would ever, she throws her arms around his broad shoulders and clutches onto him for dear life, and the guttural moan which escapes from the back of his throat is enough for her to clasp her hand onto the back of his neck, scratching slightly against his scalp through his silky curls. It’s enough for her to lose all sense of control. She thrusts her chest sleek against his, and kisses him hard.
y/n is glued to harry as if he’s everything she needs to survive and he does the same.
The hot, summer rain is thrumming down their backs and the night seems to stop just for them- capturing this moment. The stages are set, the emotions feel right, and this moment is theirs and only theirs, and who can take it away from them?
So, they kiss.
Two people from two different worlds, connected solely by understanding each other in ways the world never could. Their teeth clash against each other and the electricity in his eyes is now coursing throughout her body. His lips transmit liquid fire and the heat is what she yearns for. Her hot palms keep him close and they’ve never felt this way before.
She’s the first one to pull away, gasping as her lungs painfully attempt to inhale the cool, night air. Her wild eyes flicker from his swollen lips to his equally flustered eyes, messy curls, and the faint hint of warmth in his cheeks and she wonders how she must look.
“I don’t care about what they say,” she breathes in desperation, “I don’t care about what they say.”
“Yeah?” He asks, his voice raspy, but charming all the while. It’s playful and so him. His eyes glitter with an emotion she can’t quite figure out yet, but it’s warm and safe and wonderful, so she snuggles into his warm chest some more, muttering a ‘yeah’ and sighing as the rain pounds down on her back.
She can hear the slight smirk in his deep voice, but also the vulnerability and promise when he rests his warm lips on the somewhat wet surface on the hollow of her throat and mumbles:
“Me neither, princess.”
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Jamaica
Harry X Reader: THIGH RIDING / SMUT
In which you and Harry have wound up together in Jamaica for a friend’s wedding, causing shy glances and uncomfortable conversations about your boyfriend back home, the one that kinda stuck around when Harry broke your heart 2 years ago.
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Jamaica was a blessing.
Although you’d only just gotten on the plane at Gatwick, you knew Jamaica was going to be everything you needed and more. Planning a wedding for your best friend was incredibly stressful so much so you wish you’d said no when she asked so sweetly. You thought you had it all under control, but that was until your phone was buzzing throughout the day with people texting over their meal choice and dietary requirements. Too many people wanting the chicken and not enough people wanting the beef or salmon. You’d had enough of it and had enough of the glass of red in your hand not making this any easier, so you took a deep breath and took to your iPhone keyboard.
Look, it’s either the beef or the salmon. Forget the fucking chicken it’s gone. You’ve got 5 minutes to text me or you are out of the wedding.
You accepted the complimentary glass of wine onboard the plane, it would have been rude not too. You sat back waiting for the emergency demonstrations to be finished with, so you could put your headphones in and enjoy the in-flight entertainment for 9 and a half hours until you arrived in paradise.
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A short piece about insecure and stuttery Harry as his best friend Y/N takes his virginity
When anyone thinks of Harry Styles, they think of someone confident. Someone who doesn’t care about the thoughts of others, who goes through his day with his chin up and waiting for his ego to be stroked. He knew he was good looking, he knew girls were begging to be on their knees for him, of course it got him a bit of a big head knowing million of people were willing to do anything for him.
One thing Harry will stray away from is his sex life though. And only Y/N knows the real reason why.
Y/N and Harry have been inseparable since their mutual friends groups combined. Y/N thought his unusual flair of fashion choice and dimples she could just drown in, were the main reasons on why she was pulled into him. Harry thought her gleaming eyes and sarcastic attitude towards life were the main reasons on why he was pulled into her. But little do they both know, every since day 1, they’ve unknowingly fallen for each other. Everyone in their friend group knew about them two, the way Harry’s lips quirk upnin a certain way when Y/N starts talking, or the way Y/N’s eye noticeably show a bit of adoration as he would talk. The slow drawl of his voice and the pout on his lips would make Y/N lose herself in his voice, getting nudged each time by a different friends and letting her cheeks flair up in red. Harry wasn’t far different though. He always seems to make sure she knows he’s watching her, the soft intensity of the way his eyes stared back into hers. Every time she would catch his eye, he would shyly drop his head down into his lap, biting back a smile. No one understood why they wouldn’t just get together, they should’ve gotten together months ago according to their friend group, yet both of them were too oblivious to understand they liked each other.
It wasn’t until one day that Harry decided to bite the dust and let his guard down for the night.
His heart was pounding in his chest. Would he be able to do it? Or will he chicken out like he has for the last 10 times. Y/N is his best friend. There’s no problem asking a friend for a favor.
Tonight was Harry and Y/N’s annual movie night. After he had finished one of his shows, Harry wanted nothing but to hang out with his best friend, eating junk food and watching every movie ranging from chick flicks to comedy. It had become a very common occurance between the two. Sitting on the hotel bed, they both were stuffing their mouths popcorn. He put on a more romantic comedy that they had already watched before. But Y/N knew somethig was on his mind. He would usually end up repeating the lines in Y/N’s ear as the movie played on making her push him away playfully laughing. But this whole time he was on his phone not even playing attention to the movie.
“Alright spill it.” Y/N turned to face him sitting cross legged.
He looked over picked at his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger making it a dead giveaway to Y/N that something was up. Harry shook his head insisting it was fine. But she wasn’t about to take no for an answer.
“C'mon H, it can’t be that bad!” She pleaded pouting, looking at him with puppy eyes.
“No! I… it’s embarrassing.” He grumbles crossing his arms looking down.
“We’re best friends! Anything you say won’t be embarrassing I promise you…” Y/N put my hand up in a promise
Harry groaned out turning to face her, covering his face with his hands.
“Iwantyoutotakemyvirginity”.
“Harry I can’t hear you when you talk with your hands over your face.” He takes a deep breath scrunching his nose at himself before uttering those 7 words.
“I want you to take my virginity.”
Y/N nearly chokes on her drink, coughing as Harry frowned rubbing her back. He wants her?
He wants her to take his virginity?
“S-sorry.. I-I shouldn’t ‘ave said tha’ jus’ forgot I said anything.” Harry mumbled out quickly, stuttering nervously as he turned to watch the movie twisting his rings around his fingers.
Y/N shook her head deciding to boldly crawl over straddling his lap blocking his view of the TV. Harry nervously looked everywhere but her. She grabbed his face in her hands. gingerly pressing her lips against his to get a feel of how experienced he was.
Wow, Y/N thought to herself, he’s amazing.
Their lips moved in sync, not using tongue yet. He left his hands clenched into fists by his sides making het grab them and wrap them around her waist. She tilted her head to sneak her tongue into his mouth, letting a small whimper escape his mouth. That is probably one of the hottest sounds she had ever heard.
Fuck Y/N stop, this is all for Harry not you.
She could feel his heart pounding in his chest where her hand laid as his tongue hesitantly moved with hers. She pulled her lips away reluctantly letting her lips drag across the stubble of his jaw line, laying open mouthed kisses as she went down his jugular. Breathy moans escaped his mouth as he clenched the duvet by his sides. Y/N sucked the spot under his ear letting her teeth nip the skin lightly making a strangled moan erupt from his throat. She smiled against his skin as she pulled back, unzipping his hoodie showing he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath.
If Y/N wasn’t passed out yet she sure would be right now.
He nervously slipped it from his shoulders chewing his lip looking down. He’d always been self conscious of his body, especially that pesky part of his hips where he just couldn’t get rid of his love handles. But Y/N just adored the piece of skin that would peak out from the waistband of his boxers. She tilted his chin up making his wide, green innocent eyes stare into hers
“You’re doing amazing so far.. don’t be nervous, if you want me to stop just say it and I’ll stop okay?” Y/N murmured softly as he nodded.
“I-I want you to do it 100%..” Harry mumbleed shyly biting his lip.
She smiles giggling softly standing up from his lap slowly unbuttoning his jeans letting him slip them off his long lanky legs. He mumbles multiple apologises as he struggles to get them off making Y/N stifle her laughter, (with a whining Harry telling her to “quit it” in a mock scolding tone) helping him take them off, muttering thankfully. He was obviously hard from the look of his boxers confining him. She knelt between his legs as he looks down at her with his bottom lip between his teeth.
Kissing his inner thighs nipping at the milky skin letting whimpers slip out of his mouth as he pursed his lips to stay quiet. Y/N couldn’t help herself to move her mouth up to kiss over his tummy, moving her mouth to sink her teeth lightly into his pushing hips making Harry let out a yelp mixed with a giggle. She lowly slipped off his boxers seeing his erection spring up. Y/N bites her lip seeing how thick he was seeing a bead of pre cum leak out of the head. She couldn’t stop staring at his cock licking over her lips eagerly as she glancing up at him. He blushed heavily looking away.
“Don’ look at it like tha’!” Harry whines quickly and quietly biting the corner of his making her let out a string of giggles as he pouted out his lips.
Y/N shook her head smiling reassuringly at him as she gripped his base softly letting her tongue drag up from the base to the head. Harry lets out a shaky, loud moan slapping his hand over his mouth. She gave him a few teasing licks to the tip, letting her tongue taste a bit of the pre-cum that had dribbled out before slowly enveloping the tip into her mouth. Harry’s moans echo through the room despite being muffled by his hand. She moved her mouth slowly up and down letting her hand pump what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. He finally moved his hand to move her hair out of her face looking down at Y/N with scrunched eyebrows breathing heavily. As she moved her head faster, she could tell Harry was gonnn cum for her soon.
She pulled back just slightly moving her hand lazily up and down his shaft. “I want it H… c’mon… just for me… know you can do it…” Y/N cooed our lying open mouthed kisses down the side of his cock.
He couldn’t control his moans anymore once she moved her hand and held her breath, pushing the rest of him into her mouth letting the tip hit the back of her throat, breathing slowly through her nose. Harry let out a loud groan tugging her hair softly, throwing his head back as he came in her mouth.
“Oh my god petal yes…. yes yes yes… ah!” She milked him through his orgasm pulling back licking over her lips wiping over her mouth with the pad of her thumb.
“Tha’ was the best blowie ‘ve had in my life…. ” Harry said breathlessly in shock looking at her with blown out eyes. She smiled laughing oug softly feeling her own cheeks heat up.
She stands back up tossing her sleepwear off along with her panties as Harry stared at Y/N with huge eyes swallowing heavily. She pushed him gently back on the back so his head was resting on the pillows. Y/N crawled over sitting back of his thighs gently tracing some shapes on his lower abdomen as he looked at her with lustful eyes, and a mix of something else. She reaches into the nightstand and grab a condom, opening it with her teeth slipping it over his length making his cheek flush again whimpering. She grabs ahold of his length once again pushing her slightly on her knees slowly sinking down on him.
“O-oh fuck me…” He drags out as she slowly sunk down, digging her teeth into her bottom lip. She settled down completely letting herself adjust to Harry’s size. He breathed heavily and looked up and her with flushed cheeks. Y/N was utterly screwed seeing the way he looked up at her. She leaned down holding the back of his neck slotting their lips together as she slowly rolled her hips into his. Harry let out a low moan vibrating against her lips and letting it sink low in her chest, pulling back moving his calloused hands to grip her hips. Harry was slowly helping her roll her hips into his, letting his eyes droop, eyelashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks. She bit her lip moving herself up and down on him slowly as he gripped her hips tighter pursing his lips tightly to not let his moans come out.
“Y-Y/N” Harry whimpered digging his head further into the pillows squeezing his eyes shut. She leaned down nipping at the skin where both his swallows lied on his chest as he cried out releasing into the comdom. He lied there with his swollen lips parted letting breathlessly moans escape his mouth as she slipped off him. She takes the condom off slowly and ties it off before throwing it in the waste bin.
“W-wait! You….. you didn’t cum did you…” Harry looks up at her gnawing on his lower lip. Y/N shook her head smiling reassuringly grabbing his hand.
“Hey no no no… you don’t worry about it… tonight was about you… I’m okay H..” Harry pouted flopping his head back on the pillow.
“Tha’ doesn’t mean I can’t do anything to you. Guide me through it…” Y/N slightly felt her heart pound at the thought of his head between her legs. She shut her eyes quickly shaking her head.
“I promise I’ll let you do it one day… but it’s time to sleep anyways… today was about you… not me.” Harry reluctantly huffed out pouting out as he watched Y/N slip back on her panties pulling his hoodie over her head as he put on his boxers. Harry looked over at her with warm cheeks smiling sleepily.
“Thanks…. fo’ doin’ this fo’ me love… ” He whispers the keep his eyes on Y/N making her smile warmly reaching over to rub her thumb over her cheek.
There was something different between them two now, they weren’t sure if it was good or bad, but they would definitely do it again.
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When Y/N woke up the next morning with a head nestled between her thighs, hands holding her thighs open over his shoulders and tongue licking into her desperately, she was shocked nonetheless. When she saw his eyes puffy with sleep but gleaming with childish delight as he looked up at her, she knew she was in trouble.
After seeing him between her thighs, she wouldn’t want any other man in his place.
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“You really shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to H.” You stated with a pointed look.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Harry’s confusion was evident in his expression and tone.
“It means,” you paused to toss another gummy bear into your mouth. “That I can’t lie to you and you aren’t going to like my answer. So you shouldn’t ask questions that may have an unpleasant answer and save yourself the headache.”
Or…
The one where there’s been a bit too much to drink, Harry’s best friend is a little cynical and brutally honest, and Harry is slightly offended.
*Please note that this one-shot contains content that is not appropriate for those under the age of 18.*
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