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Hurting
Summary: The one where Y/N gets hurt for being the girl of a mafia leader and Harry makes them pay with their lives.
Content warnings: mention of violence. A part from that, i’d say this one’s pretty clean
Part 1 of His weakness, a mafia!harry short story.
A/N: by no means I’m trying to romanticise this lifestyle, it’s pure fiction x
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By the time Y/N rang Harry’s doorbell, the pain had only increased. Her hand was pressed against her hip, fingers deep in her skin trying to alleviate the stabbing pain that came from it as her face turned into a grimace. One that she hid as soon as her boyfriend opened the front door.
“Thought you’d never come,” Harry greeted her, chuckling, as he moved away from the door to let her into his house. She smiled, walking pass him and towards the couch, ready to let her body fall onto it and rest.
“Yeah, parking in this neighbourhood is always a challenge, you know that. So I’ve spent some good twenty minutes driving around,” she replied, half lying. That one part was true, though: she always found a parking spot a few blocks away from his, but never any nearer by, so she ended up having to go to his house by feet.
That day in particular, however, she managed to park almost immediately, so she should have knocked on his door much sooner, which they made sure she did not. Just when she got out of her car, five hooded guys appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t recognise them, not only because the streets were dark, but also because she had actually never seen them before. She just knew they were there as a threaten; by hurting her they would make sure their message would get to Harry Styles, who not only was her lover, but also the head of the mafia. So that was what those strangers did; they threw her to the sidewalk and kicked her body until she couldn’t move anymore. She tried to defend herself, but they outnumbered her.
Y/N didn’t know how or when, but she had suddenly become a collateral damage of her partner’s businesses.
Harry smiled in her direction and stretched his hand to grab her before she could reach the sofa. Her tattooed arm wrapped around her abdomen, pulling her in for a hug. With her back to him, Y/N instinctively closed her eyes the moment she felt his touch on her aching skin. Her teeth clenched from the pain, but she didn’t say a word.
“Did I do something, woman?,” he chuckled again, and turned her around so that their faces were one in front of the other, “Don’t I get a kiss today?,” he smirked, and grabbed her chin between his fingers, before pressing his lips on hers. His other hand found the hem of her sweater and sneaked under it, resting on her hip. The sole gesture made Y/N hold her breath, her stomach contracting from the pain, and Harry noticed.
He pulled away enough to properly see her face, his hands no longer touching her. “What’s wrong, baby?,” he frowned, and waited for her to answer. She took some time to scan his face, debating wether to tell him or not. She may have taken way too much because Harry grabbed the ends of the fabric and lifted it enough to see her abdomen before she could even realise what he was doing.
His eyes widened, his jaw clenching right after. He immediately knew what had happened. “I’ll fucking kill them,” he hissed, blood boiling in his veins.
Y/N gulped, moving Harry’s hands and pulling the sweater back down. His eyes then moved up to her, and his gaze softened.
“I’m fine, it’s just-,” she quickly replied, trying to play the matter down.
But Harry didn’t let her do so. “Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?” he asked her, “Come here. Lay on the couch.”
She did as told, while Harry went to the bathroom to pick his first-aid kit. When he came back, Y/N could see by the look on his face he was furious. His eyebrows were deeply frown, and his eyes a dark green. He kneeled in front of her, the kit open by his side and ready to be used.
“Harry…, it’s not your fault.”
“Yes, it is,” he spat, pulling at his hair in frustration. He then remembered Y/N was not to blame and that his anger shouldn’t be directed to her, and calmed down. “They shouldn’t know about you, Y/N,” he sighed. For the past months he had made sure to keep her a secret, not wanting anyone to touch a single inch of her. But he seemed to have failed such easy task because someone had definitely found about her and used her to hurt him, which they succeeded in. He bended over her cautiously, kissing her lips, “I’m sorry…, I’m sorry, baby, I’ve never wanted to put you in danger.”
“I’m fine…, I just need some rest,” she flashed him a soft smile and he nodded, wanting to believe her words.
“I need to take off your sweater first. I’m gonna treat your wounds and feel your abdomen to make sure everything’s fine, alright?” She nodded, and leaned in enough for Harry to pull the fabric out of her. When she rested her back again on the couch, she couldn’t help but clench her teeth in pain once more. “You’re okay now, sweet girl, I’m gonna take care of you,” he assured her, leaving a tender kiss to her shoulder.
She had scratches all over her hips and stomach, and on her elbows, as well. He passed a piece of gauze over her wounds and disinfected them, watching her tense from the stinging. Then, he cautiously palpated her ribs and abdomen, looking for signs of broken bones or possible haemorrhages.
“Harry,” she groaned uncomfortably.
“I know it hurts, baby. I’m being as careful as possible, I promise.”
“That one spot hurts so bad,” she whined a few seconds later, grabbing his wrist to stop him from touching it more, “I think there’s something broken there.” And it did look like she had a couple of ribs more damaged than expected, which made Harry frown hard, worried.
“I’m gonna dress that spot, okay? I’ll call my friend Sam to come check it out first thing in the morning,” he replied, regretting not being able to do more for her. Taking her to the hospital was not a viable option.
As soon as Harry had wrapped the bandage around her rib cage, he entwined his hand with hers, lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.
“That was scary,” she mumbled, the images of what happened coming back to her. She had always felt safe both with or without him near her, but now she feared something bad could happen to her if he wasn’t there to stop it. Harry moved his eyes from her hand to her face, his countenance softening even more after hearing her words.
“It won’t happen again, you’ve got my word.” Because if there was someone he was willing to protect with his life, that was her, his precious girl.
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“Indeed,” Sam concluded, looking at Y/N, “You have two fractured ribs, but nothing that can’t be fixed with rest and some painkillers. Do not lift weight or perform any other activity that could cause you pain or increase your discomfort. You’ll get back to normal within the next two months.”
Sam smiled and she did, too, happy with the prognosis.
"Anything else?" Sam asked, turning to look at Harry.
He shook his head, one of his hands tucked under his armpit, while his free one picked at his bottom lip. He had that same posture throughout Y/N’s entire checkout, a bit uneasy in case his friend would find something disturbing in her body. “No, that was all. Thanks, mate."
Sam nodded and squeezed his shoulder goodbye before heading towards the door. He already knew the way out of that house. Now that he was a recently graduated doctor, Harry counted on him whenever one of his guys were injured or needed a checkout.
The two youngsters knew each other since preschool, the fact that Sam was a doctor was just a bonus.
“See? It’s not a big deal,” Y/N turned to look at Harry, a triumphant smile between her lips. Just like him, she was relieved, too, to know that her pain was temporary. She then patted on the empty spot next to her, asking him with that simple gesture to lay with her on his king-size bed.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he admitted, letting out the sigh he hadn’t realised he had been holding in until then.
He walked to the bed, taking his shoes off. But before climbing in with her, he took his phone out of the front pocket of his sweatpants.
Nothing, no text messages. So he slid it back where it was; not without wrinkling his nose first in disappointment.
As soon as he laid on the bed, Y/N snuggled next to him, making a painful grimace while doing so, “Ah, shit. I need these painkillers to begin to take effect soon.”
Harry chuckled, passing an arm around her shoulders and caressing the side of her head. “Take it easy, baby. Sam said that for it to be good, the recovery must be slow.” She huffed and puffed, so he added: “Sam didn’t say this but I do: patience is key. So please, do not exasperate. It’ll all pass by quicker than you think.”
She clicked her tongue at his words, not so sure about them, “These will be the longest two months of my life.”
“Probably,” Harry admitted, and turned his body to the side enough to be facing her, their faces just inches apart, “But I’ll be here with you and I’ll take care of you, and you won’t have to worry about anything but your recovery, alright?”
She nodded, thanking him with her eyes.
“Good,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “Now get some sleep. You barely rested last night because of the pain, I know you’re exhausted.”
“I am,” she replied, fighting back a yawn.
She clinched harder to him, considering wether to ask the question or not. She was not very sure if the answer would satisfy her, but she let the words out anyway.
“Will you still be here when I wake up?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but even then he could tell the fear in her voice.
He clenched his jaw, hating to know the previous night’s event were the reason behind it. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m on house arrest with you until further notice,” he joked, trying to erase her worries.
She giggled and kissed his cheek loudly before drifting off to sleep.
Harry stood there, trying his best not to move much to not wake her nor her pain up.
He didn’t know how long he had been holding her against him when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Being as careful as possible, he grabbed it in his hand and clicked on the hidden notification.
When he read the message, he nodded to himself. He felt a weight lifting off his shoulders.
Now he could put his body and mind to rest, too, because no one would dare to hurt his girl and live to tell the tale.
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Overthinking
Summary: The one where Y/N feels like hers and Harry’s relationship is now just sex.
Word count: 700
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“Is sex all you want from me?,” Y/N mumbled, walking out of the bathroom and laying back on Harry’s bedsheets. He was right beside her, as naked as her after the fun they shared, but his attention was somewhere else.
As soon as he heard her words, he looked up from his phone screen and in her direction, frowning. “No. Why are you even asking that?” He didn’t finish typing the message. He turned the device off and put it back on his nightstand, his whole body turning to her.
Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling above her, her hand in her stomach as she bit the inside of her cheek. Truth was, she had been feeling that way for a few weeks now, and she wondered if they had grown apart.
“Hey, Y/N. Look at me,” he softly called her, making her face turn to him, “Where’s all this coming from?”
She shrugged her shoulder, suddenly regretting having even made such question.
Harry and her started off as fuck buddies after being introduced to each other by a mutual friend at a club on a Saturday night. They both had just got out of pretty messy relationships, and having fun with no commitments was exactly what the two of them were looking for at the time. For a few months, their sporadic redez-vous worked really well, until feelings got involved and they started seeing one another as something more than just sexual partners. Ever since then, they had been dating for almost a year, but for the past weeks, the only short moments they had shared had always had to do with sex, as if their initial chemistry had disappeared and the only string that kept Harry glued to her was sexual attraction, just like during their first months together.
“Tell me, baby,” he softly pleaded.
“It’s just that… I barely get to see you because of your job and when I do, the only thing we do is fuck,” she sighed.
She would have thought her mind and chest would be at ease once she let those words out, but they weren’t. If anything, she was feeling even more anxious, scared she might be right and that that was it for her and Harry. She didn’t want them to break up, but maybe he was ready to part ways and hadn’t known how to tell her so until she brought the topic up. Now he had the perfect excuse to.
“I’ve developed the ability to read that gorgeous face of yours pretty well, lovie… I know you’re overthinking right now, and I can assure you it has nothing to do with whatever your mind is telling you,” he replied, taking the hand that was placed over her stomach and locking his fingers with hers afterwards.
“Then what is it?,” her voice unintentionally cracked mid-sentence.
She wasn’t going to start crying right there and then; she was just feeling a bit overwhelmed by her mind and the thought of them ever not being together. Gosh, she was so head over heels for that six-feet-tall, long-dark-curly-haired boy she was able to call hers that she couldn’t even imagine them ever ending things.
“With everything happening with the band, our upcoming hiatus and all that, I guess I forgot to check on you in that sense,” he confessed, while guilt started to take upon him, “Sex with you just feels so good you know I can never resist it,” he chuckled a bit, in an attempt to erase all her possible doubts regarding their relationship, “But I’d no idea you felt this way, and I’m sorry. I’m glad you told me, though.” He sweetly smiled at her, pressing their foreheads together.
“You promise is just that?”
“You’ve got my word, baby,” he nodded, assuring her his words were true, “I’m taking you out for dinner tomorrow, by the way. I’ve heard there’s a new restaurant in town and I want us to try it.”
“You know I’m more than content with us cooking dinner at home,” she confessed, not wanting him to feel obligated to do things he didn’t want to just to keep her happy.
“I know, but I want us to have some fun outdoor, too. As you said, we have already had enough of it here at home.”
She giggled, agreeing with him.
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Let’s shower
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Inspired on one of @harrysfolklore’s scenarios x
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“Without me?,” Harry would respond whenever you told him you were going to take a shower, his eyebrows frown as a little pout would appear on his lips. And that day was no different.
“Yes, without you,” you giggled, shaking your head and walking into your bathroom. He was quick to toss the duvet off of him and stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your stomach the moment he reached you.
“You wouldn’t dare…,” he mumbled in your ear, making you bit your lip only because you knew he couldn’t really see you.
You didn’t want to give Mr. Narcissist the green light that easily, even though you could do so just because of the tickle he initiated in you whenever he talked to you in his morning raspy voice. “Can’t I just take one by myself?,” you replied, dramatically rolling your eyes.
You could feel him smiling against your ear, “You can…, but do you really want to?”
No, of course not… You then felt his hands going under your t-shirt, until they were placed over you lower stomach, his thumbs caressing the bare skin right above your panties. If they lowered just a bit more, they would get under them and there would be no turning back: you would be under his mercy once again.
With his arms still around you, you turned around, your body now facing his, “Just shower, Styles.”
He chuckled, “Can’t promise that, lovie, you know that.”
You rolled your eyes again, biting the inside of your cheek to hide a smile. “Hands off of me,” you warned him, “I don’t wanna spend another morning in the shower… We already did that yesterday.”
“And I didn’t hear you complain about it once…”
You giggled, “Because there was nothing to complain about…”
“Then why are we even having this conversation?,” he bit his lip, trying to control himself from kissing you hard.
You shook your head again, but this time smiling, “You’re hopeless, I swear. C’mere,” and you dragged him inside the bathroom, his lips finally gluing to yours as you closed the door behind him.
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Don’t break my heart
Summary: The one where Y/N feels insecure when she sees Harry talking to someone else.
Content warnings: angst & fluff + bi reader.
Word count: 900
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"Baby!" Harry shouted, exiting the restaurant behind Y/N, his legs walking as fast as possible, almost running.
She didn't turn back. Instead, she only sped up her steps towards the nearest taxi stop, her heart beating fast against her chest.
"Y/N, wait!" he insisted, desperately tucking at his hair as he saw her getting further and further away from him. "Don't leave like this! I don't even know what the fuck I did!", he wanted to shout, but was too concentrated on not losing sight of her to do so.
One moment she was fine, and the next she grabbed her purse and left the restaurant where the event he took her to as his plus one, as his girlfriend, was taking place.
He was confused to say the least.
"Y/N, for fuck's sake!," he groaned, and sprinted in her direction, before grabbing her arm and making her stop in her tracks, right in the middle of the street. His touch on her skin made her instantly turn around, an upset feeling all over her face. "Why did you leave like that? What's wrong?,” he anxiously asked, his chest quickly going up and down from all the running he had done to get to her.
She looked away, biting her cheek, "I saw you with her."
"With who?", he frowned, still catching his breath.
"Millie."
Harry's frown only got deeper, "Millie? She's just a friend."
"I know but...,” she gulped, "You two seemed to be having fun together."
"Y/N..., what?,” he passed a hand through his long curls while trying to understand this nonsense she was speaking, "I refuse to believe you're acting this way only because you saw me talking to a friend I didn't even know was gonna be here tonight in the first place. There's gotta be something else..., am I wrong?"
“I don't think we should be together right now, Harry,” she sighed, adjusting her purse on her shoulder.
"Tell me this is a fucking joke."
"I'm serious," she replied.
"No, you're not. You can't be. Where the fuck is all this coming from?!" he retorted, his hand still wrapped around her wrist, but this time to make sure she wouldn’t turn around and leave, "Yesterday you told me you loved me." His voice cracked, "And I know you meant it, Y/N."
"I did..., I do," she gulped, "But today I realised I'm not ready for a relationship just yet."
"What changed?"
"I saw you laughing with her and..." Y/N momentarily got quiet, trying to organise her thoughts before turning them into words, "My ex left me for a girl at a party, Harry. And when I saw you and Millie together... I love you, I swear I do, but I don't want to get my heart broken again," a single tear started running down her face, which he quickly cleaned off with his thumb.
He had already told her multiple times how much he hated seeing her cry, but she still wasn’t convinced he wouldn't hurt her the way her ex did.
"I'm not him,” he slowly replied.
"Her,” she quietly pointed out.
"I'm not her, Y/N. And deep down you know that, too... All this time together I never lied about my feelings or my intentions towards you. I fucking love you, isn't that enough?"
His eyes were as watery as hers, but his gaze was pleading what his mouth wasn't: for her not to leave him.
He grabbed her hands in his, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss them. "You can't condemn me because of someone else's mistake, baby,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes; she knew he was right. Harry was not her, but some part of Y/N was scared he'd do the same her ex did.
Her trust in her partner was solid and strong until someone else showed up; then she couldn't think straight, and acted like an insecure soul that didn't believe herself good enough for anyone, a feeling she absolutely hated and wanted to stop experiencing, specially since Harry never did anything for her to doubt him.
Y/N leaned in to him and rested her forehead against his shoulder, hiding her countenance and the tears that were now running down her cheeks.
"Baby...,” he called her, freeing her hands so that his were now wrapped around her back, pulling her to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She sobbed; his grip tightened.
"I love you. No one will change that, okay? I'm yours and yours only. Now, look at me, please." When her eyes found his and their faces were close to one another, he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. "I won't ever break your heart." he whispered, "Don't break mine, alright?"
"I won't."
And he smiled, kissing her on her temple.
"Can we go home? I don't feel like going back inside," she admitted, remembering the way she stormed out a few minutes ago and how everyone looked at her. He nodded, patting the pocket of his suit trousers to make sure he had his car keys with him. "Also...,” she added, "Can you send me Millie's number, please? I wanna apologise to her."
"We can call her on the way home, if that's alright with you?," Harry asked, entwining his hand with one of hers.
She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder while they both walked to the car.
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Her first
Summary: The one where Y/N joins One Direction on tour and decides to lose it to Harry.
Content warnings: first-time sex, fluff, ~ you might actually fall in love ~.
Word count: 2k
A/N: i’m a sucker for cute long hair harry, so in my mind this took place in 2015, while One Direction was still on tour :’)
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Harry's lips tasted like candy..., maybe because they were so pink and fluffy, or maybe because he had just been eating some of the one Y/N bought from the candy shop around the corner. Either way, his lips were addictive, and she always found herself gluing them to hers whenever she had the chance.
Another day, another kissing session, and she was not complaining at all. Ever since she joined One Direction on tour a couple of weeks back, neither her or Harry had been able to stay away from one another for too long. They ate, walked everywhere and practically spent their days together. The only two moments along the day where they weren't inseparable were when he was onstage and when they both went to sleep. They'd been together for four months now, but so far, they hadn't taken it further than kissing. They hadn't had the chance to just yet. In fact, this was the first time they were kissing in such an intimate place: his bedroom.
Parks, friends' parties, and even backstage: they had kissed almost everywhere, but always open-pit. Which was something that came to Y/N’s mind the moment he rested his hand on top of her knee. Nothing he hadn't done before, but when he had, there were people around and in that moment none was.
“I…,” she gulped, suddenly pulling away from him. She bit the inside of her cheek while she looked away. Her heart started beating hard against her chest, resounding through her ears.
Harry frowned, quickly fixing his posture, as well as the noticeable boner that had started growing in his jeans, "ls everything alright, baby?"
She could feel her cheeks turning red, while her anxiety was slowly but intensely making an appearance after days of barely hearing from her. She would have lied and told him she was fine, but the sweat in the palms of her hands and her sudden stutter gave it away before she could come up with an excuse.
"Y/N?" he softly spoke, both scared and concerned, "What's wrong?"
"I... l'Il come by later."
"No," he carefully wrapped his hand around her wrist, keeping her sat on the bed, "Tell me, please. I can't let you leave the room like this," he gulped, "Did I... do something?"
No... Yes? The whole situation was embarrassing to the core, she thought to herself.
"I, um-" she bit the inside of her cheek so hard she made herself bleed, "This level of intimacy... I've never gone further than a few steamy kisses, Harry. And now you, um, you're getting a bit excited down there and...", she could only murmur those words, unable to bring her voice to sound normal while she mouthed them out.
For a split second he just stood there, looking at her, until he finally understood what exactly she was trying to say. His eyes opened slightly, his lips parted, before a relieved sigh escaped from them. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"Oh, God... You almost gave me a heart attack, Y/N." He chuckled, shaking his head. Her cheeks were now even more red if posible. He noticed them; it was hard not to. "It's me, baby." Harry reminded her, "No need to feel embarrassed."
"But it is embarrassing,” she replied, still fighting to get her voice back to its normal tone.
"Why?," he frowned.
"Because..., because I'm inexperienced, Harry."
"So? Listen," he then stretched one of his hands for her, his palm showing, and when she put hers on top of it, he smiled, "I like you, I thought it was obvious?" a shy smiled appeared on her face, "You're dead gorgeous, funny, sweet and caring, just to sum up. I couldn't care less wether you were a virgin or not, trust me. It's fine by me either way," he assured her.
He had kind of got the hint a few days back anyway, when she suggested sleeping in separate rooms. Somehow he was just waiting for her to tell him with complete confidence. He thought they had already reached that point in their relationship where they both could practically talk about anything, but he might had been a bit wrong.
She looked him in the eyes, but didn't say a word.
"You don't believe me, do you?”, he giggled, and she didn't contradict him, which was enough for him to know she actually didn't.
It was not exactly that she didn't believe his words, she just found it hard to understand he didn't care as much as she did about her non existent sexual experience. She was 21 years old and still hadn't shared that type of intimacy with anyone. There was no way he didn't think weird of her, she thought, but apparently he didn't.
"Okay, I know what we're gonna do. From now on, you set the pace. We will kiss, cuddle or whatever whenever you want to and you feel like it. You wanna hold my hand? Feel free to do it. You wanna lay on my chest and play with my hair? You're more than welcome to. Intimacy is not just sex, baby, is everything. It's a closeness in attraction and appeal of thought, emotion and physical language. All three, actually, not just the last one, which we can forget about for now. How does that sound?"
By the time he stopped talking she was speechless, too caught off guard from all he had previously said and how good his words made her feel.
"Y/N?”, he called her, trying to get her to say something. Anything, really. Instead of trying to form a coherent sentence, something she was just not able to do after hearing him talk, she looked down at hers and Harry's hand glued together and entwined her fingers with his, slightly squeezing them as an answer.
"What if..., what if I told I was ready?"
"Then I'd kiss you like I was a few minutes ago and l'd try my best to make you feel good," he said, "Sex is fun. And when you feel ready, we can try it together. But don't feel pressured to do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?"
She nodded, and he brought her to him, her head now resting on his shoulder. "I really wanna do it, though," she admitted.
"Won't you rather wait a bit?"
"A bit more you mean?" she lifted her face to look at him, giggling, and making him giggle as well.
"Are you sure about this? I don't mind-," she didn't let him finish, and pressed her lips against his instead. "Alright, got it," he chuckled, "C'mere."
He grabbed her hand, and walked them both to the side of the bed, where they stood in front one another as they both carefully stripped down their clothes, their eyes constantly fixed on the other.
"Fuck, you're perfect, Y/N. Every inch of you is," he murmured, his eyes going up and down her body as she simply stayed there, not even having the urge to cover her skin with her arms because she was not feeling uncomfortable at all. Harry was looking at her as someone would look at art in a museum, entirely taking in the sight of her that was in front of him: her chest, her waist, her belly button, the scar right under her hips…, everything.
When she laid on the mattress, he did, too.
"I need you to spread your legs for me. That's right," he smiled at her when she did, his hands on the inside of her tights to keep them open while he positioned between them.
When he was at her entrance, he checked with her one more time to see if she still wanted to go on, and when she gave him a nod, it wasn't enough for him, "I need to hear you say it."
"Yes", she replied, a nervous smile between her lips, and that's how he got the green light.
"It's gonna hurt a bit, baby... I'Il try ease the pain, though.” When she felt him inside her, she momentarily held her breath. "I need you to relax," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together, "Play with my curls, yeah? I know you love that. Get distracted with them, while you keep on looking at me so I can read your face at every move. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, burying one of her hands in his hair, the other grabbing a piece of bedsheet to pull at whenever the pressure hit harder. He leaned in to kiss her, pressing his lips to hers before moving them somewhere else as he got deeper into her, always being careful not to be too harsh with every movement; he didn't want to hurt her.
He used his kisses as a distraction, to make the whole process feel less uncomfortable and painful for her. He left them on her neck and on her collarbone. In the back of her ear as well, where he soon learnt she had a soft spot that made her slightly shiver whenever his lips brushed against it. Soft movements and calculated thrusts helped him navigate inside of her until he reached his final destination, his body slightly shivering on top of hers when he did. His head fell on Y/N, his long hair tickling her cheeks while his face was hidden in the crook of her neck.
He then moved his head up and looked at her, "You did so good, baby." She blushed a bit. "I promise it'll only get better from now on," he pressed his lips to hers, making her smile mid-kiss. He slowly pulled out of her, murmuring a few "Sorry, baby.…. I'm sorry," whenever she made a grimace. She was still a bit too sensitive.
Harry got ride of the condom, before laying next to her on the bed, one of his arms grabbing her by her waist to turn her to him, her face now just inches away from his.
"How are you feeling?"
Y/N smiled at him, caressing his cheek, "I'm achy, but I'm okay." He nodded, smiling too, and kissed her lips again.
"I need you to go to the bathroom and make sure you pee. I'll wait for you right here to cuddle." He then moved his body a bit to let her out of bed.
A few steps later, she was already sat on toilet. She hadn't even bothered to switch on the light; it was going to be quick. She smirked, casually realising what had just happened a few seconds back.
"And that, folks, is how you lose your V-card to Harry Styles," she shouted. She heard his hysterical laugh right away, which only made her smile bigger.
"Hurry back, you crazy woman. I want cuddles!"
When she went back to bed, he anxiously pulled her to him, locking his legs with hers. His cock slightly brushed against her leg, but she pretended she didn't feel it. Instead, she focused on his embrace, on his emerald green eyes and his rosey lips that adorably smiled at her.
"Can I sleep here with you tonight?”, she said after some time, enjoying the closeness she was experiencing with someone for the first time.
"Tonight and every night if you wish," he replied, kissing her on the forehead, "I'd hate to see you leave to your room one more night."
"I'd hate to leave, too," she admitted.
"That's it, then, it's been settled: as of right now, we'll share the bed wherever we go." She giggled, fully agreeing with that statement.
After some more late night talking, her eyes started to feel way too heavy for her to keep them open, and ended up falling asleep in Harry's arms, him drifting away not much later.
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A safe place
Summary: The one where Lhh goes to Y/N for comfort.
Content warnings: fluff, sad.
Word count: 600
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The cheeky and always-charming Harry you had known for the past weeks was no longer there the moment he knocked on your door that night. Like every time he was coming over to your flat, you hurried to the door, ready to greet him and feel his lips against yours. Then you would either fall on the couch and keep on making out, or things would spice up enough that you would have to go to your bedroom to relieve yourselves.
That afternoon, however, he didn’t have his usual smirk on. His face was rather sad, which was reflected on his eyes and their sparkle-less green.
“Hey…,” you mumbled, moving to the side to allow him to come in, “Everything alright, Styles?”
He showed you a rather listless smile and passed a hand through his long curls. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he inhaled your perfume. He closed his eyes, and his grip only tightened around you.
“What’s wrong, H?,” you mumbled, sweetly caressing his hair, like he did to you whenever you were falling asleep on him. That sole gesture comforted him, but he still needed more.
He silently moved away and grabbed your hand, pulling you to him as he made his way to the couch and took a seat. He put his hands on your waist as he helped you sat astraddle on his lap. He rested his hands on your hips, but somehow you didn’t know where to put yours.
“You’re worrying me,” you cautiously admitted and he gulped, “Talk to me, please…, are you okay?”
Your eyes were now fixed on his, trying to read his countenance, trying to read his mind. Whatever was going through it, you wanted him to confide it to you so that you could lift that weight off of him.
“I… I don’t know, Y/N…,” the moment your name came out of his lips, it broke you. He never used it, he always had pet names for you. Harry lowered his head, hiding his face against your chest, “It’s like everything’s falling apart and you’re the only one keeping me sane.”
His voice broke, and salty teardrops ran down his cheeks right away, wetting your t-shirt. Every single emotion he had been holding in all day was now coming out, and he didn’t know how to make it stop.
As soon as he started feeling down, Harry knew he needed to come see you, and even though every single voice in his head was telling him to not bother you with his problems and insecurities, he fought them and drove to your place. You two hadn’t been dating for long, but you felt like a safe place to him.
You cautiously grabbed his chin, moving his face up to yours. He was crying in front of you for the very first time, a sight that was breaking your heart.
“C’mere,” you mumbled, and squeezed him hard between your arms, “It’s alright, H, it’s alright. I’m here…, you’re safe…, you’re safe.”
He kept on sobbing against you, and you understood he needed to in order to get it all out of his chest. So you jut held him tight, your hand caressing both his hair and back as he trusted you enough to see him in his most vulnerable state.
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Date night at home
Summary: The one where Harry cooks for you.
Content warning: it’s cute and hot at the same time?
Word count: 700
A/N: it actually scares me how well this picture fits
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Every Friday night that Harry wasn't away on tour or filming a movie somewhere in America, you would make sure to turn it into a date night. Sometimes it meant going out for dinner, or to a concert or a party one of you had been invited to, but others it simply meant staying in cooking, finding a movie to watch and eating in front of the TV before ending up cuddling each other.
“What about Don’t Worry Darling? Have you heard about that one?,” he casually asked, smirking a bit.
He was chopping some pepper for your ‘taco night’, and you were sitting on the countertop while you watched him work, yours legs swinging a bit. He was in charge of the cooking while you would be the one doing the dishes later. That was how you had decided to split the tasks. When it came to you two, Harry was by far the better cook, and you didn’t mind at all cleaning after him, so you called that teamwork.
You instantly tilted your head back and laughed, “It’s not even on theatres yet, you narcissistic.”
He chuckled, and then jokingly clicked his tongue, pretending to be annoyed. “You’re right. We might have to wait a bit longer before we can watch it at home.”
“Any other movie suggestions or should I pick this time?”
“Didn’t we watch Dune because of you last week?,” he frowned, looking up from the countertop. Once he was finished chopping, he put the vegetables on the pan, ready to cook them.
You shrugged at his words, “So? What’s exactly your point?”
“My point is that… I’m the one picking the film today,” he chuckled, and cleaned his hands on the cloth that was tugged on his jeans and hung from his waist, before playfully squeezing your nose between his index and middle finger, a gesture that made you smile right away.
“But why?,” you whined, “You always enjoy the ones I suggest.”
“I do,” he nodded, “Don’t you like mine?”
You stayed silent for a bit, just a few seconds, but were enough to make him feel offended. “Hey!”
His childish tone made you giggle. “I do, I do like them, I promise!’” you quickly replied, “It’s just that… they’re romcoms most of the time.”
“How is that a problem?,” he frowned his eyebrows and lips, too focused on not burning the food in front of him to make eye contact with you.
“I’m looking for a bit of action today.”
“Oh, sweetheart…,” he chuckled again, his features relaxing while a smirk grew on his face, “If that’s what you want, then watching a film’s not the answer.”
You suffocated a laugh, smacking his arm. You then dramatically rolled your eyes, “Is sex all you have in mind, Styles?”
“It is when you’re in front of me with your legs spread open. I mean…, can you blame me?,” he turned the stove off, leaving the cloth on the countertop, before walking the two steps that kept him away from you. He rested both his hands on your knees, positioning himself between your legs.
Your faces were now at the same height, your noses brushing together as your eyes were fixed on his lips. You instantly bit your lower one, moving your hands to pass them around his shoulders and keep him glued to you.
“So…, we’re not eating dinner tonight, are we?,” you softly spoke.
He smiled, “Are you really that hungry?”
“I am…, but now I’m not sure tacos are exactly what I’m craving.”
His hands moved up your thighs and under your t-shirt. Or should you say his t-shirt? At that point, all your stay-at-home looks were made of clothes stolen from his wardrobe.
When Harry reached your braless chest, he cupped your boobs in his hands and gently squeezed them. You instinctively closed your eyes, your lips parting and your head falling slightly to the side. He leaned into your ear and whispered: “Then I hope it’s me you want because I need you so bad, love.”
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Professor Styles (AU)
Summary: The one where Y/N’s summer fling turns out to be her new literature professor
Content warnings: none :(
Word count: 2.2k
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Y/N choked on her coffee the moment her new professor entered the room, making her friends turn in her direction and frown, asking her if she was alright. She nodded almost immediately, and shook her hand in the air to dismiss their attention. But truth was, she was not fine. She was panicking, and her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she could feel it echoing in her ears.
Some part of her was telling her to get up and leave the class before he noticed her, but the other had her legs paralysed. She was somehow glued to her seat, forced to stay there, hearing him go over the class list and call everybody’s name to see their faces at least once before they decided to never attend that lecture again. So every time someone's name got mentioned they would lift their hand up, to which the professor would simply nod, pretending to have the ability to remember their names and faces on the first try. Y/N, more than anyone in that room, knew for sure that was practically impossible when it came to Harry Styles. Or should she say Professor Styles? Her summer hookup was apparently her new Literature Professor, and as much as she loved books, and reading, and learning about them, she was already hating that class. Her fourth and last year of college was already looking weird, and it was just her first day back.
"Y/N Y/L/N?," she heard him call her name. She gulped first, and then put her hand in the air high enough to stand out among the rest of her classmates. Harry and her made eye contact, but she looked away first, unsure her nervousness wouldn’t betray her and her cheeks wouldn’t turn red. And just as fast as he had called her name a few second before, he was calling someone else's. His attention moved to them, which allowed her to let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding.
For the next hour, Y/N avoided looking in his direction. She fixed her gaze on her computer and focused on typing the relevant stuff he was talking about. Harry's voice became a distance sound, and her mind soon travelled back to that august summer's days in the little Portuguese village she had spent her holidays in alongside her friend Manuela.
On the first day after Y/N's arrival, Manu took her to her favourite place to grab dinner, and after that, they went to a pub for some drinks. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend after they both realised their lifestyles were no longer compatible, so she was most definitely not looking for a new one anytime soon. She just wanted to enjoy the summer and have fun. And that was all Harry and her had in mind the first time they slept together.
She was at the bar trying to get the barman's attention. Manu was sat at a table in the back while Y/N was trying to put her scarce speaking Portuguese knowledge to practice, which wasn’t taking her far that night. Harry appeared right behind her and with a quick gesture, the barman approached him, ready to take his command. Of course the guy had seen Harry faster than her; he was a 6 feet tall guy, while she was merely 5'5. But instead of asking for his drink and pretend he hadn’t seen her, he informed the guy that Y/N was first in line, so the barman took her command instead. Such gesture coming from a stranger shocked her at first, but then she thanked him. He said it was not problem at all, but she knew she would have probably spent another 10 minutes there if he hadn’t come to the rescue. Their small talk soon turned into a more flirtatious one, and by the time she realised, she and Manu were sharing the table with Harry and his friends. They were spending the entire month there, just like Manu and Y/N, so they made sure that wasn’t the last time they saw each other.
One sporadic rendezvous soon turned into something weekly, and even though they both had been honest with one another and confessed neither of them wanted anything serious out of it, it kind of saddened them to have to part ways four weeks later. The very first moment they met each other and shared their ages, none of them realised what they meant. She was a 22 year-old college student, while he was 28 and about to star a new job that September. Neither of them dug deeper into their personal lives, so they had no idea their paths were about to collide one last time just when they thought they would never ran into each other ever again.
As soon as Y/N stepped out of that class, she received Harry's messages. She took some good 45 minutes to reply. She needed more caffeine in her system first.
Then, she gave him an affirmative answer.
She stopped by his place at 7:30 pm. When she arrived there in her car, Harry was already waiting for her at the door. Flashbacks came right back to her the moment she saw him there, against the doorframe, a small smile between his lips. That's exactly how he had been waiting for her every time they would meet up to spend the night together over the summer. He would be making dinner just for the both of them inside of him and his friends' airbnb. But this time it wasn’t an airbnb, it was his newly rented loft.
"Hey," he moved from the door just enough to let her in, "It was surprisingly pleasing running into you today."
"It was? Good to know, because I was on the verge of a panic attack when I saw you in class," she replied, turning around to face him and watch him close the door behind her, "I didn’t know your new job was at my University."
"And I didn’t know you studied at that University," he replied, chuckling, "Guess we're even now?" She shook her head, hiding a smile. Guess they were.
She then took off her coat, and looked in his direction to get the green light before hanging it on the hunger in front of her. He gestured her to follow him afterwards, and they both ended up inside his kitchen. There were some chopped vegetables in a pan, as well as fish in the oven and two plates on the small kitchen table she sat at. "Expecting visitors?"
"Yeah, you," he chuckled again, frowning.
"Harry, I'm not staying for dinner."
"Yes, you are," he replied so nonchalantly, "We gotta talk, remember?"
"About that..., I'll drop out of your class."
"Hey, hold on. One thing at a time, okay? I can’t cook us dinner and have a proper conversation with you at the same time," he replied, looking back and forth between her and the food in the stove. If he kept doing that, dinner would be ruined in no time.
"Oh, boy," she giggled a bit, and got up from her chair, "Move over. I'll cook the side dish, just make sure the fish doesn’t get burn like last time."
"Rude," he smiled, "Friendly reminder that was your fault."
"It was not!"
"You kissed me!"
"But you said you could kiss and cook at the same time!"
Harry bit his lower lip, suddenly reminiscing such moment and the way they both burst into laugher as soon as they no longer had food to eat that night, "I got carried away..."
Her cheeks blushed enough to let him know her mind had teleported to the same memory, "You don’t swear."
She side-eyed him, only to find him doing the same. They nervously laughed when they got caught.
After that, dinner was ready in no time, and so they sat at his kitchen table to eat, their knees brushing the whole time. Harry poured some red wine in their glasses, and they started eating. They enjoyed the food in silence, but not an awkward one. They had already spent enough time together to be conformable with each other's company, wether it was while eating or watching some TV laid on the sofa.
"So," he started.
"So," she replied, as soon as she finished swallowing her last bite.
"What if you don’t change classes?"
"I have to," she grabbed her glass of wine and took a sip of it, "There's a conflict of interest." He clicked his tongue, not linking her almost immediate response. "We've slept together, Harry. If someone finds that out while I'm taking your class..."
He took a moment to think about her words, and then he let out his: "When we said goodbye at the airport I really thought I wouldn’t be seeing you again, but here we are now. I can wait a semester for us to date anyway. Stay in my class, I think you'll enjoy it."
"Are you... Are you asking me out?"
"Pretty much, yeah," he nodded, his eyes on her as he tried to figure out her thoughts. Even if they just knew each other for a few weeks, he had sort of learnt to read her like one of his favourite books.
"I thought we agreed on not getting feelings for each other."
"I'm not made out of stone, you know?"
She rolled her eyes at his response, "What if I told you I don’t like you that way?"
"You'd turn into a liar. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t," he confidently smiled. She suddenly hated the fact that he was right.
"Maybe I just came to make sure you knew I'm not into you in that sense."
"If that was the case, you would have ghosted me and changed classes."
"What if you are wrong?"
"Oh, I have been wrong a lot of times before, but not this one,” he smirked.
Y/N sighed, feeling strangely defeated.
"Hey, it's not so terrible. The guy you like just happen to be your Literature Professor. There are worst things than that."
"Harry...," she groaned, not plying along anymore. She passed a hand through her face, his eyes not leaving her at any second.
"I'm sorry..., if it makes you feel any better, this wasn’t in my plans for this semester either," and he flashed her a genuine smile.
"So..., where does this leave us?"
"Wherever you want us to be. I already told you how I feel about you, now is on you to decide what you wanna do about it."
Alright..., their feelings were mutual.
Y/N liked him, of course she did. She had to be insane not to. He was tall, handsome, funny, nice, caring, sweet..., did she already mention handsome? But he was also the guy who was about to teach one of her favourite classes. She had been dreaming about the day she would be in her last year just so she could enrol in that Literature program Harry was now teaching just because the professor that had been in change of it until then retired last semester.
Come. On.
Couldn’t he have waited just one more year?
The dilemma was real: should she date him or should she not? Should she drop out or should she stay in that class?
While she had been thinking and thinking and thinking, and getting to no conclusion, Harry had got up and was now doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. His back was to her, his broad shoulders hidden under a Rolling Stones old t-shirt. And while she stared at him, their summer memories played one after another inside her head, almost like a film.
Right there and then she just knew one thing for sure: she wanted to make more of those with him. Suddenly, she couldn’t care less about a class about reading and discussing old books.
"I want you," she spoke in a low voice, but it was enough for him to hear her.
He turned around, and the ends of his lips curled into a smile that reached his eyes. He dried his hands with a cloth, his body leaning against the kitchen counter. "I was hoping you'd say that."
She shook her head, her cheeks slight blushing as she was trying her best to fight a smile, "Don’t make me take it back."
He chuckled, opening his arms for her, "C'mere."
As soon as he wrapped his arms around her, she hid her face in the crook of his neck. The smile that appeared on her countenance was ridiculously big, and it was enough for her to realise she had made the right choice. She then moved away so that she could pass her arms around his shoulders and stand on her toes to reach his lips, which she kissed. But she needed more.
“What time do you have to be at Uni tomorrow?,” she mumbled against his mouth.
“Eight. Why?,” he rose an eyebrow.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Oh,” he chuckled, finally catching on, “Follow me.”
A/N: really hope you liked it!! thinking about writing more about these two, what’d you say? :) x
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I don’t hate you
Summary: The one where Harry prevents Y/N from drinking an intoxicated beverage while they secretly have feelings for each other.
Content warning: umm just a bit of cursing I’d say?
Word count: 4.2k
A/N: Ash’s non-binary btw! Also, the title is temporary, I’m so bad at finding good ones so I’ll have to leave it like that until something better comes up lol x
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“Don’t drink that,” Harry hissed, clenching his jaw while his eyes were fixed on someone else that was not Y/N.
“What?,” she retorted, confused.
“Do not drink that,” he repeated. But she just couldn’t understand why, so she followed his eyes until they met with the bartender on the other side of the bar, the same one that had just invited her to a gin-tonic, the beverage she had been drinking since they arrived at the club with their friends.
“Are you serious right now?,” she rolled her eyes and shook her head. Of course he wouldn’t let her drink it, the guy that had been flirting with her all night made it just for her.
“I am serious,” he hastily replied, turning to her, “I saw him slip something in it.”
She let out a laugh, “Yeah, sure. As if I didn’t know you already, Styles.”
She took the glass in her hand and lifted it to her lips, ready to give it a big sip after thirty minutes of dancing and screaming intensely to the music.
Harry quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Fuck. Can you listen to me for once?,” he clinched his jaw again, only to unclinch it right away, “I fucking saw him put something in your drink, Y/N.”
She momentarily looked at him, trying to read his facial expression and body language, awaiting for his features to relax and a loud laugh to escape his lips, meaning he was just messing with her. Again.
But she didn’t get any of that. His face just got even more serious, his eyebrows and forehead completely frown as he stuck his lips together.
“Why would he do that?,” she mumbled, first looking at her drink and then up to the bartender, who was too busy chatting with some other girl to realise what was going on a few feet away.
“Because you're beautiful and young and it's so easy to take advantage of you.”
Her eyes widened a bit at his response, taken aback by the choice of words. He had let them out right away, without meditating them first, which was why they made her feel some kind of way. She wasn’t sure what exactly, but definitely something.
Her girl friends had told her multiple times Harry was into her; but her guy friends assured her he wasn’t. So as if that was not confusing enough already, he had just make it even more. Not because he called her beautiful or showed that he actually cared about her, but because it was the first time she felt he wasn’t trying to take the piss out of her and was acting like a decent human being towards her. Their usual interactions consisted on him teasing her about whatever he felt like in that moment and her rolling her eyes at him. Every. Damn. Time. As if annoying her was a sport and he wanted to win gold.
He saw her reaction to his words and nervously passed a hand through his hair, slightly tucking at it. “Just, please, don’t drink that.”
“Okay,” Y/N quietly replied. She put the glass back down on the bar and looked up at him again. His features relaxed, and she swore his lips lifted enough to simulate a smile.
When they both went to where their friends were, Y/N’s hands were empty. No drink in sight, something that made everyone frown. “They ran out of gin,” she lied, shrugging. So to calm her thirst, she grabbed one of her friend’s beverage and took a big sip of it.
Ever since the barman incident, Harry was standing opposite to her, his eyes constantly on Y/N until she would make eye contact with him, then they moved somewhere else, as if there was no way he would have ever looked at her.
Y/N felt weird. What if Harry hadn’t been around and she had drunk the beverage with something in it? That would have made her night a nightmare. She just couldn’t stop thinking about it, and Harry noticed that, specially because her party mood had decreased ever since. She was no longer dancing around and laughing with her friends. Now she was quiet, buzzing in her head thinking about what the terrible consequences could haven been Harry hadn’t been there.
“Here, take mine,” he offered her his drink, walking to her as a soon as he saw her approachable, “Haven’t touched it yet.”
She shook her head, “I’m fine, thanks. And thank you for earlier… Didn’t know you had it in you to be nice to me,” she chuckled a bit, making Harry bit the inside of his cheek to avoid a smile to spread all over his face.
Did it really pain him that much to smile? He was always so serious, looking intimidating and careless, but now Y/N had found out that the Harry she knew was nothing to how he really was. It was nice to know that, but also a bit strange considering they had known each other for six months and he hadn’t let that side of him show. At least know to her.
“Just make sure you pay more attention to your drink when it’s being served.”
Ah, right. If anything, he could only be nice to her once a day. Twice was just too much.
She rolled her eyes, smiling, “Sure, Styles. Good night.”
He frowned, “You leaving?”
She nodded, checking if she had her purse and important stuff on her: phone, wallet and house keys. She waved her friends goodbye before turning to him to answer, “Yeah. I no longer wanna be here, to be honest.”
“Need me to take you to your place?”
“Nope, I’ll call a taxi.”
“My ride’s free.”
She giggled, “You’ve already done enough for me tonight.”
“I’m driving you home.”
“Stubborn, aren’t you?,” Y/N sighed.
“Who’s the one that’d rather pay for a ride home than get it for free?”
And there they were again, arguing about nonsenses.
“Fine, whatever. Where did you park?”
Harry said goodbye to their group of friends and they both walked out of the club. When they both got inside his car, he made sure to turn on the radio, some new rock song instantly playing through the speakers. Y/N’s back rested against the passenger seat, her head falling back on the headrest as she closed her eyes and gulped.
“Don’t think too much about it,” Harry spoke next to her, knowing exactly where her mind was heading to in that moment.
She let out a defeated sigh, “But what if-?”
“I see you still don’t listen to me, hm?,” he quickly replied, interrupting her. A light chuckled came out of his thin lips. “But it didn’t happen, Y/N.”
He turned around to look at her, her eyes now open and staring in his direction.
After so much time spent observing and admiring her, Harry could tell she was having a hard time wrapping her head around everything that could have gone wrong that night. Like he had said, that was the thing: it didn’t. He had been there and was able to prevent it. She had nothing to worry about anymore, and Harry didn’t know how to tell her so. More like, he didn’t dare to. He didn’t want to look like a fool, because that was how he felt around Y/N, like a total fool.
Her silly jokes and stupid remarks would always make him laugh, although he would make sure to go unnoticed by her. He would find himself smiling at his phone whenever she sent some random memes to the group chat, and biting the inside of his cheek every time she huffed and puffed after he spent thirty minutes straight messing with her, wether it was because of her shitty taste of music or the way she flinched every two seconds while watching a horror movie.
Little did she know that he always listened to the songs she played whenever she was not around, and that he liked suggesting those movies that he knew she hated only so that she would move closer to him on the couch and hug him for comfort, which never happened. She would crunch on someone else’s arm while squeezing her eyes shut to avoid seeing what twisted scene was going to come next.
Harry gently squeezed her knee, a reassuring gesture she wasn’t aware she needed until then. She nodded to his words and replied with a quiet “thanks”, which she meant. He was surprisingly good at comforting her, something she would have never thought possible. Again, she was getting to know a never-seen-before Harry that night, and she was definitely enjoying him.
He turned around and started the engine, the music still echoing through the car to avoid the both of them the need to make awkward conversation. Harry’s fingers were tapping over the steering wheel to the rhythm, which made Y/N notice his gold and silver rings.
She liked how they looked on him, although she had never told him so to prevent him from teasing her about that, too. But that night, specially in that moment, everything felt different between the two of them, almost as if they had reached a new point in their friendship, or whatever the hell had been their connection so far. So she felt comfortable enough to mouth her opinion.
“I like your rings.”
Harry looked down at them before looking up at her, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.
Another smile attempt. Wow, that definitely had to mean something. Maybe she should buy a few lotto tickets; perhaps she could win it this time.
When that car stopped and she spotted the door to her flat through the window, she unbuckled and threw her purse over her shoulder before turning to him. “Thanks for dropping me off, Harry.”
His eyes slightly widened, but not enough for her to notice. That was the first time ever she had referred to him by his first name and not by his last, which was how everyone in their group of friends called him. Styles was just the uplifting, chill way their friends called him, while Harry was somehow used by those who either barely knew him, or knew too much about him.
He low-key wanted Y/N to be in the latest group.
Harry shrugged as a response, “No problem.” Y/N then let out a laugh, and he frowned, “What?”
“How can you be so sweet and so down on me at the same time?”
“I’m not,” he retorted.
“You’re not what exactly?,” she lifted an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips.
“I’m not down on you.”
She giggled, “The hell you aren’t, Styles.” Not her caller him Styles again. Now that he had heard how his name sounded when it came out of her pretty pink lips, he wanted her to call him just Harry forever. “Anyway, thanks again for tonight.”
He nodded, and stayed there in his seat as he watched her walk out of his car and get into her flat, one she shared with their friend Ash. They were still back at the party with the rest of group, meaning that Y/N was home alone until then. Harry quickly realised that, so he took out his phone from his jean’s front pocket and texted her, seeing her grab her phone and read his messages before she could open the door to her place. When she finished going over them, she turned around with a small smile and nodded in his direction, before mouthing a “please” regarding his offer.
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That was the very first time Harry was stepping a foot on Y/N's place, since most of the time they would just hang out outdoor or at someone else's flat with the rest of their friends. However, it felt really nice for Harry to be able to come inside and see a part of her that he hadn’t been able to know yet. The way the whole place was decorated really resonated with her and Ash's personalities, and also allowed him to know more about Y/N’s hobbies and various interests.
She noticed him curiously staring at every corner of her flat, and she couldn’t help but giggle, "Like what you see?"
"Yeah," he quietly replied. Until then, he hadn’t realised how silly he might be looking. He just couldn’t stop taking in everything that was around him, wondering what was the reason behind it all. Was it there the moment they rented the flat or did either Y/N or Ash decide to put that piece of art up there? He wanted to ask her a lot of questions, but knew that right there and then wasn’t the best time to do so.
“Want some water or food?,” she asked him, to what he shook his head. “Alright.”
He then let his body fall down on her light brown leather sofa, taking his shoes off just with the help of his own feet, before lifting them up and resting them on one of the armrests. His head instantly fell onto the other one. That sight made Y/N smile, causing him to frown a bit, “What?”
“Nothing,” she giggled, “It doesn’t take much for you to make yourself at home, does it?”
He shrugged, and then again the corner of his lips lifted. For a moment she really thought she was going to see a full smile on him, but she got fooled once again. Apparently Harry Styles wasn’t very into smiling. Such a pity, because she thought he had a very beautiful and contagious one.
He hid the palms of his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles. She then realised he had taken over all of her couch and that there was no free spot for her to sit on. Not that it bothered her, she was about to go to bed anyway.
She wasn’t tired, though, so she quickly realised that if she went to her bedroom and laid on her bed in the dark, the only thing she would do was think about that night and the drink incident. She would probably think way too much about it to not want to go out partying ever again. Unfortunately, that was how her mind liked to work.
“Do you feel like chatting a bit?,” she said, looking at him, his eyes instantly gluing to hers. Harry silently observed her for a good minute, making her a bit uneasy. “Never mind, you’re probably tired,” she added, ready to turn around and walk to her bedroom. She would grab a book or even watch something on her computer until she felt asleep.
“I’m not. I do wanna do some talking.”
She nodded, her features relaxing. She was ready to sit down on the floor in front of him, until she saw him lifting his legs up for her to take the spot under them. Then he carefully put them down on her lap, and she forced herself to casually rest her arms on top of them, which he didn’t seem to mind or he would have already said something.
“What is it that you wanna talk about?”
“I dunno,” she replied, momentarily staring at the wall in front of her, where the TV was hung, “Favourite colour?”
He chuckled, “Really? This type of shitty questions?”
“Make better ones then,” she rolled her eyes, “I know they’re super basic, but to be honest I feel like I don’t even know your answers to them. We’ve been friends for months and I barely know these things about you, Styles.”
Harry clicked his tongue, agreeing with her. He then lifted his back off the sofa and sat straight next to her, their faces at the same height and their knees slightly brushing one against the other.
“Maroon,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Favourite film?”
“Hey,” he softly groaned, frowning a bit, “It’s only fair if you answer them, too!”
She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from giggling, “Fine… It’s green. Light green.”
“Like olive green?”
“Um, just any type of light green, I guess. Haven’t really thought much about it.”
“So your favourite colour is actually green,” he stated.
“No, light green,” she answered, emphasising the adjective.
“Light green it’s like half of the range of greens.”
“Excuse me for not being as specific as you,” she wanted to roll her eyes at him again, but abstained from doing so.
“Saying my favourite colour is maroon is not being specific. It just shows that I’m aware of what I like. So, what’s your favourite light green?”
She stood silence for a moment, looking directly at him as she thought of an answer. They were a lot of light greens she liked: mint, chartreuse, pear… The green of his eyes was very pretty, too, so because it was her last thought that was what she answered a minute later. Her words made him twist in his seat, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy.
“Wait. Does it make you uncomfortable when people compliment your eye-colour?,” she asked him right away.
Just when those people are you, he wanted to replied.
“No,” he said, but it actually sounded more like a question than an affirmative response.
“Then why did you flinch like that?,” a confused grimace on her face.
“I didn’t.”
“Do I make you uncomfortable? Is that why you also pick on me?”
“No,” he was quick to reply, “I’m not uncomfortable around you.”
“Well, the space you just left between us clearly doesn’t agree with that,” she giggled.
Harry stared at her for a moment, a stern facial expression on him. He was trying to read her face, which was getting him nowhere. She was still an enigma to him. He then pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, finally giving up, “I like you.”
She rapidly blinked once, twice and even a third time, “Say that again?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t think I did.”
“You did. I like you, Y/N.”
“No, you don’t. You’re just trynna mess with me.”
“I am most certainly not,” Harry stated.
The silence between them grew until it became way too awkward, and Harry didn’t feel like staying there anymore. Crushing at Y/N’s that night was just a mistake. Or maybe the error was to confess how he actually felt about her.
He sighed, passing a hand over his face, “I think we can just forget about this.”
He stood up from his seat on the couch and grabbed both of his shoes in one hand, walking towards the door. He then left them down on the floor and put them on, passing a hand through his hair as a wave of emotions took over him. Regret was the feeling he was experiencing the most. Why did he have to say that in the first place?
He grabbed the doorknob and exited her apartment, leaving a shocked Y/N behind. He walked to his car in a hurry, but once he was inside he couldn’t move. He sat on the driver’s seat with his elbows on the wheel, his head between his hands as he couldn’t stop repeating himself how dumb he actually was. Guess he had to tell her sooner or later, but right now he wished he had chosen any other moment.
“Fuuuck!,” he cursed under his breath, a long sigh escaping his lips afterwards. Everything was going good between them, smooth even. They were casually holding a conversation like friends would do; he was ready to answer all her silly questions, one after the other, as he learned a bit more about her. But then he had to mess it all up. Hadn’t she insinuated Harry’s constant teasing was because he disliked her, he wouldn’t have had the urge to tell her the real reason behind, but now there was just no turning back.
Meanwhile, Y/N was walking from one corner of her living room to the other, her lower lip tightly pressed between her teeth, while her heart was beating hard against her chest. “What was that?,” her mind repeatedly asked her, a question she had no answer for. She then knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to find out.
As soon as she opened the door and saw his car still parked in its previous spot, Y/N rushed outside. Harry was sat behind the wheel, his hands holding his phone, while his eyes were fixed on her messages, thinking wether to reply or not.
She then tapped on the passenger seat’s window with her fingers, making enough noise to catch his attention and make him turn to her side, his eyes widening a bit when he saw her there.
Y/N then climbed into his car, taking the seat next to him.
“Hi,” she nervously spoke. He expectantly looked at her, without saying a word. He should, though, or maybe he shouldn’t, considering the mess he had created as soon as those words had left his mouth earlier. “Can you… elaborate a bit more on that?”
“I think I’ve been clear enough, Y/N,” he let out another sigh.
“Trust me, you haven’t, or else I wouldn’t be here, Harry.”
There it was again, his name coming out on her pretty lips and making him feel a tingle on his stomach. Gosh, he wanted her to say it over and over again, as he kissed her over and over again.
Harry tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment as he brought himself back to reality, putting aside the sudden urge to kiss her.
“I do not hate you, for the record. I could never. I just kind of enjoy messing with you…,” he mumbled, “You make this cute little grumpy face whenever you hear something you don’t like, and like to roll your eyes at me every time I piss you off, which I may or may not do on purpose.” He now turned to look at her for the first time since he had started speaking. Her soft countenance and her kind eyes on him made Harry relax enough to keep going, “No…, I’m not messing with you when I say that I like you. In fact, I’ve kind of been messing with you because I like you. You pay more attention to me when I do, at least.”
“I… I didn’t know you felt this way about me,” she whispered.
He chuckled a bit, “I mean, that was the whole point.”
But while he had been hiding his feelings for her all this time, she had been doing exactly the same. She just had been forced to eventually wrap her head around the idea that she wasn’t his type at all, or else she couldn’t have explained why he acted so dry and uninterested around her most of the time.
Y/N played with her hands, which were resting on her lap, as Harry quietly observed her. He didn’t know what else to say, so he just remained in silence. She then moved one of her hands and placed it on top of his, carefully entwining their fingers together. He looked down at such gesture, his lips slightly parting in surprise while he moved his head to look at her.
“It’s been a strange night,” she murmured, and he nodded. She closed the distance between the two of them, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Harry stayed still a few seconds, until he felt courageous enough to stroke her hair with his free hand. It felt so soft against his skin.
His touch felt like magic, and she soon started wanting more. She pushed herself closer to him, passing over the centre consoles and sitting on his lap, both of her legs resting on both sides of his hips. She entwined her hands in the back on his neck, while his were now on her waist, pulling her to him. Harry’s eyes remained fully open, following her every move and trying to learn where all this was heading to.
He wanted her, and he could only hope she wanted him just as much.
“Harry,” she softly said his name, even when he was right in front of her, as if she needed to do so in order to realise that whatever was happening between the two of them that night was actually real.
Say that again, say that again, Harry thought to himself.
He slowly moved one of his hands up to her face and caressed her cheek, tracing her lips with his thumb right after. She closed her eyes, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
“Fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad,” he mumbled. His hand fell down to her chin, and while he carefully grabbed it, he pressed his lips to hers, finally finding each other.
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Long day
Summary: The one where Harry wants attention but Y/N’s working.
Content warnings: fluff from start to finish.
Work count: 500
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“Darling,” Harry called you, laid on the couch with the TV on, although he wasn’t really paying much attention to it.
You simply answered with a quiet “Hm?”, your gaze fixed on the computer screen as you quickly typed a bunch of emails you had to urgently send before you could be fully done with work for the day.
“Darling,” he called you again, this time hoping to get a bit more of your attention, but you kept on typing, too concentrated to even take a second to answer him. It had been a long day at the studio for him, and he was craving you and your hold.
“Darliiing,” he repeated, this time pouting a bit when he realised you weren’t going to look in his direction, so he had no other choice but to toss the blanket away and get up from the couch, walking over to the big table in your living room that worked part-time as your office.
He positioned himself behind the chair you were sitting at, cautiously passing his arms around your shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze. You closed your eyes as soon as you felt his touch, your posture relaxing almost immediately.
“Hey, love?,” he mumbled, “Are you almost done?”
“Yeah. Just five more minutes and I’ll be all yours,” you assured him.
He nodded, a small smile making its way to his lips, “Alright. Come join me on the sofa when you’re finished, please.”
“Mm-hm,” you replied, turning your head around enough for him to see the smile you were flashing at him.
When you were done reading and rereading what you had spent the last few minutes typing, you finally hit ‘send’, a relieved sigh escaping your lips afterwards. You closed your computer and made your way to the couch, Harry’s cheeks lifting into a smile the moment he saw you approaching him.
“Finally! C’mere,” he said, making you giggle.
He quickly wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled you to him, your body falling next to his as he momentarily moved the blanked away, before making sure it covered you both. His legs instinctively entwined with yours while his arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer to him. He pressed his lips to your forehead, leaving a sweet kiss to it.
“I’ve been dreaming about this moment all day,” he confessed, brushing his nose against yours as soon as his face was in front of you.
“How was it, though?,” you softly asked, closing your eyes and focusing all your attention on his voice.
“Boring,” he chuckled, “Had to listen to Jeff and the others talking about bureaucratic stuff I couldn’t care less about.”
You giggled, moving yourself closer to him as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, his cheek resting against yours. His grip tightened around you as a small sigh escaped his lips, enjoying the closeness you were experiencing after what looked like a tiring day at work for the both of you.
Coming home to each other was, undoubtedly, the best part of your day.
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Moans & Thighs
Summary: The one where Y/N asks Harry to ride his tiger.
Content warnings: high explicit sexual content, daddy kink, fluff.
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: i wrote this with long hair harry in mind, but feel free to imagine him however you want!
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“What do you want, princess? I can’t read your mind yet, so I need you to tell me with that pretty mouth of yours,” Harry softly chuckled, laid on the bed naked with Y/N sat straddle on him after round one.
His bare chest was tanned and full of dark ink as she rested her hands on it as a way to keep her balance, but also because she just couldn't keep her hands off of him.
“Thighs,” she replied, cautiously looking at him to see his reaction.
“Thighs? You want to ride my thighs?,” he asked, surprise papable in his voice as a smirk made its way to his lips.
“Yes, daddy,” she nodded, momentarily biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to try prevent her face from turning bright red. It worked.
She liked thighs, but his were something else: so pretty and so soft, but also strong enough to crash her between them whenever she was feeling extra horny and wanted it hard. She had a secret obsession with them that she was letting him know that night for the very first time. He had no idea about it, but she had fantasized a few times about rubbing her clit against them, and now, if he let her, she wanted to turn her wet dreams into reality.
“And why’s that? Why do you want my thighs so bad?” he softly asked again, passing a hand over her face and getting some locks of hair off of it so that he could look at her without impediments, “Tell me, babygirl.”
She stood silent for a moment, this time biting the inside of her other cheek, the previous one was hurting. She didn’t exactly understand why she was feeling so embarrassed, though; Harry was being so nice about it. Always was.
“I want them,” she quietly replied, “I really want them.”
His smirk was back on his face, enjoying the fact that she was so needy for him. Didn’t matter if it was his cock, his fingers or his thighs that she wanted, knowing she could be as desperate for him as he was always for her did things to his ego… and crotch.
“Fuck, go ahead.”
He then grabbed her by her hips and gently started moving her body from his lap to one of his legs, but it wasn’t the one she wanted.
“Daddy… The other one, please.”
His eyebrows lifted a bit, until he understood exactly what she meant. She wanted the tiger. That big animal head tattooed on the upper side of one of his legs that she always had the feeling it was staring at her whenever she topped or hid her pretty face between them.
“Didn’t know my baby had preferences,” he chuckled, as she accommodated herself on that one thigh.
Harry’s arms strongly wrapped around her waist, the palm of his hands falling down on her butt and resting on it. Hers, on the contrary, wrapped around the back of his neck to try help keep her balance once the fun would start, her boobs hanging just a few inches away from his chest.
“You’ve no fucking clue how hot you look right now, princess,” he spoke in her ear, his voice getting deeper and raspier like every time they got intimate. His voice alone did things to her, and he knew that, so he made sure to use it whenever she needed a little push, like in that moment.
It finally happened.
What she had been trying to avoid for the past minutes unfortunately happened: she blushed. Her cheeks turned a crimson red.
Oh, but she was doing so well… For a moment she really thought she could go through it all without blushing once.
Instead of pointing out her red cheeks, Harry moved his hand from its place and grabbed her chin in it, lifting her face enough to leave a steamy kiss on her lips, “Enjoy, babygirl.” He then put his hand where it previously was, and she took that as the sign to start rubbing herself against his skin.
She could hear his voice in the back of her mind saying: “Remember, princess: start soft and slow until you feel the pressure increasing”, the same words he had used the first time he helped her use a vibrator on her.
His advice worked back then, so why wouldn’t this time, too? The answer was simple: because the pressure on her lower stomach was already pretty big and uncomfortable by the time her lower lips slid back and forth on his thigh, so she had to quit that part and go straight forward to the next.
She increased the speed in which she was moving on top of him, making him smirk at the sight of her boobs bouncing up and down right in front of him. Fuck, they looked so good. She looked so good, and no matter how bad he wanted to turn her around on the mattress and please her himself, he knew she needed and wanted this. His grip only tightened on her bum, squeezing it enough to make her enjoy it, a soft moan escaping from her lips. The moment he heard it, Harry squinted his eyes close, cursing under his breath. That was it: he was hard.
Soon she felt his cock brushing against her leg, and momentarily stopped to look at it first, and then at him, in case he wanted any help down there. She was feeling so good riding his thigh that she wanted him to feel at least half as good.
“No. Keep going,” he demanded, not wanting her to stop. He could handle it himself.
His hand wrapped around his dick and he started jerking off to her little whimpers, but what he was enjoying the most was the way her wet pussy felt against his bare skin. He would have never thought something like that would drive him insane, but it did.
Meanwhile, her movements had only increased, her heart beating hard against her chest from all the cardio she was practicing that night. She unwrapped her arms from around the back of Harry’s neck and dug her nails on his back instead; he was so caught up on his own moment he didn’t flinch one bit. If he felt them, he didn’t show it. And if they hurt him, he didn’t say it.
Now that she was sat on his tiger, rubbing herself against it while searching for her orgasm, she felt empowered. She felt dominant; the beast was no longer above her, but under her.
“Baby,” he gasped, “How close are you?”
“Mm,” she managed to reply, gulping hard even though her mouth was dry. She couldn’t help but have her lips parted, unable to close them. The pleasure was so big and felt so good she didn’t even want to try close her mouth.
That sound she had made had no particular meaning for her, but it had for Harry. She was dripping wet, sweat-drops heavenly falling down her chest and her abdomen, and down to her pussy, making her skin look glowy under the dim light of the room.
“You’re dripping-, Oh, fuck,” he groaned again, her lips parting even more.
One more movement of his hand and one more of her hips, and they both cummed at the same time, Harry’s gutural moan echoing through the room as her sweaty forehead fell against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.
Harry’s hand that had been squeezing her bum until then moved to the back of her neck, where he gave it a slight squeeze to let her know he was right there, his head falling against the headboard behind him. His eyes were still closed as his chest went up and down, which was even more sweaty than hers if possible.
“How was it?,” he asked her in a raspy voice, opening his eyes to look at her.
She nodded, her head still on his shoulder, “That was… Lived up to my expectations.”
Her words made him chuckle, “Should we add ‘you riding my tiger’ to the list of things we like, then?”
“Please,” she replied, still panting a bit.
She then pushed herself back enough to see the damage on Harry’s thigh. His skin was red and irritated, and his tattoo almost couldn’t be seen under all her cum. When he saw her looking down at his leg while her eyes widened, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It hurt so good, babygirl,” he assured her.
She proceeded to lean to her side and grab a few tissues from the small box on his nightstand to clean her mess off, which wasn’t little. Her juice was dripping down the sides of his leg, staining the bedsheets under it, too.
“No,” Harry quickly wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping her midway, “Leave it.”
He passed his index finger over the sticky substance and took it to his mouth, licking it clean. All while making direct eye contact with her. She wanted to ask him if it tasted good, if she tasted good, but was too caught up looking at him to do so. He repeated his previous actions, but instead of his lips, this time he took his finger to hers.
She then noticed his left hand was still dirty with his liquid from jerking off. She looked at it, then at him, while his green emeralds pierced her face trying to read her facial expression and learn about her next move.
She gently grabbed his wrist and lifted his hand up to her mouth, his index finger sticking out enough for her to lick it the moment it brushed against her lips. Harry gulped hard when she did so, wanting to curse out loud for how extremely attractive and hot she looked whenever she did that.
“Do you like how I taste, princess?”
She nodded, taking his finger out of her mouth, “I always do.”
He licked another one, before grabbing her by her hip and pulling her to him, collapsing his lips against hers after not having kissed them in a couple of minutes. They had just savoured each other individually, but both their tastes mixed together… God, that was something else.
“You definitely have me wrapped around your finger,” he admitted a few seconds later, their faces close to one another as his clean hand gently caressed her cheek, “Do not play dirty with me, please.”
“I won’t,” she softly replied, a small smile growing on her face, “Only in bed.”
He chuckled, shaking his head a bit and snuggling it in the crook of her neck. She lifted her hand enough to caress the back of his hair, stroking his beautiful, messy, dark curls.
“Shower?,” she mumbled, regretting it the second the words slipped out of her mouth. She was incredibly comfortable right there, next to him, taking pleasure in the closeness and calm they were experiencing.
“In a moment, baby. Let me enjoy this a bit longer.”
> Part 2
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It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon at home
Summary: The one where a quiet afternoon at home soon spices up for Harry and Y/N.
Content warning: oral sex, fluff.
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: first time writing in the second person on here, hope you don’t mind hehe x
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“Harry?,” you called him, laid on the couch, your body on top of his as his arms were wrapped around your back. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“Yes, love?,” he softly replied, and you waited a few seconds before continuing.
“Can I kiss your neck? It looks so pretty.” Your voice sounded as low as a whisper, but also excited and pleading, giving him an idea where you wanted to go from there.
You didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, you started leaving sweet, innocent kisses all over it, brushing your lips against his skin in the most tender way. Then, you went up to his jaw, ending on the spot behind his ear and earning a gasp from him when you left a kiss to it.
You had just set a foot on dangerous ground.
“Y/N…,” he gulped, his hold loosing a bit around you. You were making it hard for him to stay still.
“There’s starting to be an exceeding amount of clothing between us, don’t you think?,” you simply replied.
He chuckled, which made his chest vibrate under you, “What do you have in mind, my dirty girl?”
You bit your cheek to hide your smile.
“Is that a yes?,” you lift both eyebrows, and he nodded, a side-smile on his face.
“As if you have ever got a no from me, sweetheart. Those lips do things to me, you already know that.” You giggled, moving from his side and sitting astraddle on his lap.
His hand moved from your back and down to your bum, giving it a slight squeeze. You pressed your lips to his neck once again, this time leaving wet and sloppy kisses all over it, his eyes closed while he let you cover him in them, enjoying it.
After having taken over his neck, you wanted to move onto his chest, so you slowly traced kisses down to it as well, while your hands started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time; his were now under your t-shirt, caressing the skin right above where your jeans hugged your hips.
You kissed his bird tattoos, and then his pectorals, before passing your tongue over one of his nipples. He immediately held his breath, feeling your mouth around it as you licked it and bit on it carefully.
“Ah, fuck,” he mumbled, his fingers burying deeper into your skin, letting you know he didn’t want you to stop.
You managed to get ride of that one piece of clothing, your hands now falling down to his jeans. Just two more items to go. But he wanted you both to be placed on equal footing, so he grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your chest, making you momentarily pull away from him as he slid it out of your head and threw it to one side of the couch.
As soon as you went back to playing with his nipples, he unclipped your bra, its braces falling down your arms and out of it with a little help from him. He cupped your breasts in his hands and squeezed them as if juice would sprout from them, the sole gesture making you involuntarily moan against his chest. That sound always had an effect on him, and this time it became palpable under his jeans.
His crotch was pretty swollen, and you wasted little to no time in getting to it, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs and out of his barefoot feet, his boxers disappearing right after.
Harry was fully naked under you; so worked up, so vulnerable.
“Is it okay if I use my mouth?,” you said, looking up at him from between his thighs.
He grinned; he really liked that one habit of yours of asking him for permission before performing any type of sexual act on him.
“It’s never not okay, love,” he replied, placing a hand under your chin and bringing your face up to his, kissing you.
You hid again between his legs and carefully took him inside your mouth, a small moan leaving his lips while both his hands fell onto your hair, one burying on it and the other one pulling at it a bit, enough for you to know your lips were moving in the right direction.
You sucked him off slowly at first, only changing pace when his hips started to lift from the sofa, wanting more. Wanting your mouth to work faster, your lips to wrap tighter around him and your mouth to take him completely, until the moment his legs trembled under you and he moaned loudly, his semen exploding in your mouth.
His eyes shut closed, and if he were on the bed his head would have been totally buried on the pillow, but the armrest where he was resting it didn’t allow him such thing. He gulped, his chest going up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
You moved away from his crotch as you passed a fingertip over your lips, taking it to your mouth when you had cleaned some of his liquid that was starting to drip off of them. Harry grabbed your elbow and pulled you to him, your chests sticking together. He then moved a bit to the side so that both your bodies could lay on the couch, and he caressed your cheek the moment he had you in front of him.
His face moved forward enough for him to be able to press his lips to yours, his tongue asking to enter your mouth and give you a proper smooch, and you let it in. Your mouths moved in sink for some good ten minutes, taking small breaths between kisses. His hand traveled up and down your spine and ribcage, caressing your soft skin with his even softer fingers. And right there and then you wished time could froze so that you could do exactly that for the rest of your life. His lips were so soft and overall so perfect that you couldn’t imagine kissing someone else anymore. You just didn’t want to. And his touch felt so good whenever it came in contact with your skin that you didn’t want another hands touching you ever again.
“Will you let me please you?,” he mumbled the moment he stopped kissing your lips to let you rest for a few seconds before gluing his to them once more.
The habit of asking for permission had grown on him, too.
“Yes,” you didn’t think twice, pressing your lips together again.
He passed a leg over your body, resting it opposite to the other. You were now pressed under him, while his mouth was still on yours, but he had to detach himself from it to get you out of your jeans, his hands caressing your legs all the way down while he got ride of the fabric.
He moved his head up to your bellybutton, leaving a sweet kiss to it that tickled you enough to make you giggle; he smiled almost right away. He then proceeded to leave kisses all over your stomach as his hands hid under your bum, grabbing your asscheeks.
The butterflies inside you were ready to take off.
His lips didn’t hesitate and went lower than that, tracing the line just above your panties, before removing them enough to reveal your pussy. Soon, he threw the remaining piece of cloth away, making it join the rest of your attires on the floor.
Before you realised, he was positioned between your legs, a sight that instinctively made you bit your lower lip, well aware of what was coming next. His tongue did wonders on your mouth, but it worked even more perfectly on your lower lips.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, love,” he said, caressing your waist with his thumb.
He then spread your legs a bit more, your intimacy fully on display in front of him, and introduced his index and middle finger, causing your stomach to contract from the sudden pleasure. His tongue was next, and the three of them moved in sync inside you, making you arch your back as the knot in your lower stomach only grew bigger and bigger with every one of his movements. In fact, his fingers and tongue were working so synchronously you could barely distinguish which one was where, all of them making you shake with pleasure, leaving Harry no other choice but to grab your waist with his free hand to keep you steady enough for him to work his magic on you.
Both your hands tugged at his curls, sometimes slightly, others not so much.
He was right, he was making you feel so good.
He always did; his fingers and tongue were very well trained and never did not ace their job when it came to you.
“Harry…,” you mumbled, unable to bring your voice to sound higher than that.
The knot that was initially just in your lower stomach had reached your vocal chords by then.
“Harry…, I’m-,” you instantly went quiet, pressing your lips together to contain the moans that were fighting to get out of your throat.
He noticed the way your stomach contracted when that happened, so he removed his tongue from your clitoris, inserting a third finger in you to keep the mechanism going.
“Let them out, gorgeous. Give them to me,” he praised you, as he moved his face to your mouth and kissed you, not stoping his movements down there even for a split second.
Your moans were his favourite sound. He loved them so much he had even stolen a couple to use as the background sound of one of his songs, and even though he knew you found moaning out loud a bit embarrassing, hearing how good he was making you feel every time just drove him insane. So you allowed those whimpers to come out of you, causing Harry to proudly smile at himself, but also at you.
“I want more, love. Give them all to me.”
And you did exactly that; you allowed your mouth to part whenever the pressure felt so good you had to let it out, until it became too much that you ended up releasing it all at once, cumming all over his fingers. He took them to his mouth and licked them right after, as you silently watched him.
You had the urge to blush whenever he did that, specially when his eyes locked to yours, and so it didn’t take long for your cheeks to turn red, making him chuckle under his breath.
Your entire body was sweaty and exhausted from your previous activities, your chest rapidly going up and down as Harry leaned forward to the tea table next to you and grabbed a few tissues, carefully cleaning you, well aware he had left you quite sensitive down there.
He laid on top of you, his body between your legs, while he supported himself with both of his arms, which rested on both sides of your head. He pressed his forehead to yours, kissing your lips softly afterwards. Your eyes were not closed, but you were having a hard time keeping them open. The high had been so high it had left you exhausted. He realised that, so he moved to the side, putting his feet back on the floor and standing up.
You turned to look at him, only to see his arm stretched in your direction, inviting you to take his hand. “Let’s got to bed, love. We’ll be more comfortable there.”
You nodded, and walked the stairs to your shared room hand in hand, leaving a bit of a mess behind. You’d have time to clean it all the following morning.
When you were both tucked under the duvet, he pressed your bodies together, entwining his legs with yours.
“I love you,” he said, looking directly at you the moment those words left his lips.
You sleepily smiled, caressing his cheek. You were too tired to answer with words so, instead, you brought your lips to his and kissed them.
“And I also love our quiet afternoons at home,” he added, making you both giggle with such sarcasm.
They always ended exactly like that.
Who could help it, anyway?
And most importantly, why would anyone want to change it?
You were both so desperate for one another and so in love with each other, you always found it impossible to keep your hands to yourselves for too long, and that night was another proof of it.
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Thighs
The one where Y/N asks Harry to ride his tiger.
Moans & Thighs
Showers & Tea
PART 3 (pending)
Sharing is caring
The one where Harry and Y/N share the bed for the night while secretly having feelings for each other.
One
Two
His weakness
The one where Y/N gets hurt for being the girl of a mafia leader.
"I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl,” Wyatt, his right hand, admitted, pouring himself a glass of scotch and sitting in the armchair opposite to him.
"I didn't either," Harry simply replied, looking at a fixed point.
Wyatt chuckled, "Well, I only hope she won't interfere with our business, or she'll eventually regret messing with the mafia."
Harry gave him a death stare, and that was enough to keep his partner silent. "She won't," he stated, now playing with the rings on his fingers, "I would have never guessed she was the type to stay with someone like me, but she is."
"Does that mean you'll take her with you when the time comes?"
"It means I'll do anything to protect her. And I can't do that from prison."
He was doing business with the devil while running from the FBI. And while it was not the ideal lifestyle, it was his, and you were willing to go through it all for him.
Some said you had been brainwashed, others that you had gone crazy, but little did they know that you just happened to have fallen in love with a criminal.
Hurting
Horny
Heartbroken
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
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▹ Individual short stories
The ride (AU)
The one where Harry and Bella like each other. The issue? She's his boss' daughter.
Her first
The one where Y/N joins One Direction on tour and decides to lose it to Harry.
Rome wasn’t built in a day (AU)
It’s 1950 and Y/N’s fighting for women’s right and freedom to work, alongside her husband, Harry. But she forgets it’s a long fight that can’t be conquered in a short time, which causes them to argue.
Needy
The one where Y/N’s feeling horny and the car is the nearest place to relieve her.
It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon at home
The one where a quiet afternoon at home soon spices up for Harry and Y/N.
Long day
The one where Harry wants attention but Y/N’s working.
Don’t break my heart
The one where Y/N feels insecure when she sees Harry talking to someone else.
Surprise
The one where Harry makes it to Y/N’s birthday party just on time.
I don’t hate you
The one where Harry prevents Y/N from drinking an intoxicated beverage while they secretly have feelings for each other.
Date night at home
The one where Harry cooks for Y/N.
Overthinking
The one where Y/N feels like hers and Harry’s relationship is just sex.
A safe place
The one where Harry goes to Y/N for comfort.
The ghosts came out to play
The one where Harry and Y/N attend a Halloween party and the ghost of his ex-wife is all over the house.
The sex talk
The one where Harry wants to talk about sex but Y/N finds it uncomfortable.
Professor Styles
The one where Y/N’s summer fling turns out to be her new literature professor.
The frat boy’s girl
The one where Harry Styles might or might not have feelings for Y/N, his much more reserved and geek friend.
What’s not being said out loud
The one where Harry’s got feelings for his best friend but she’s dating some else.
The CEO
The one where you confessed your feelings for Harry, your older boss, but then he showed up at your doorstep.
Office hours
The one where Harry Styles is your part-time boss and full-time boyfriend, which makes office hours interesting.
Sexy mama
The one where you get annoyed because Harry won’t have sex with you because you’re pregnant.
❋ Love On Tour scenarios:
One day maybe
The one where Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N are dating off the spotlight and he gets jealous when he sees someone else (Tom Hiddleston) flirting with his girl.
Crowds
The one where Harry knows how bad Y/N’s anxiety gets in a crowd and offers her to watch his live show from his dressing room.
Pre-show nerves
The one where Harry’s feeling anxious before playing Wembley and Y/N’s there for him.
He’s in love
After Coachella Night Two, Harry can’t help but shower Y/N with love words backstage.
Haircuts and ripped pants
Pretty self explanatory… iykyk
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Angst
Getting used to you
Fictional
Fragile
He’s feeling down
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Heartbroken
Take it off
Denim jealousy
Scars
Halloween
Dadrry
Let’s shower
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Needy
Summary: The one where Y/N’s feeling horny and the car is the nearest place to relieve her.
Content warnings: car sex, that’s all lol
Word count: 1.5k
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“Don’t,” Harry spoke quietly but firmly, cautiously grabbing Y/N’s knee and uncrossing her legs, knowing exactly what that posture meant when it came to her. She didn’t like passing one leg over the other when sitting, she found it uncomfortable, so when she did, it could only mean trouble.
“I can’t help it, H,” she murmured, squeezing them shut harder this time as she felt the pressure increasing between them. Him touching her knee only made it worse.
“Please, don’t,” he said again, this time with a slightly pleading tone, “I’ll get hard in no time.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m… wet.”
“Fuck, Y/N.”
Her words made him instantly curse under his breath, taking a quick second to look at her and see the state she was in. Her cheeks were flushed, and some locks of hair a bit too messy from all the times she had previously picked at them while trying to distract herself from the knot that kept growing in her lower stomach. To be completely fair, she had it since that afternoon, a little bit right before the both of them got in the car and drove to the opening of the art exhibition they had been invited to. Harry simply looked incredibly good in that suit, she couldn’t help it.
“Get up, we’re leaving.” Harry stood up from the couch they had been sat at the last few minutes and stretched his hand for her to take, as she strategically grabbed the ends of her short dress and pulled it down. He had her purse in his other hand and used it to cover his swollen crotch; he was being so discreet about it nobody seemed to notice.
The art place was loud and crowded, which was a big advantage: no one saw them walking to the exit and leave.
As soon as Y/N felt the fresh air on her face, she let out a relieved sigh. She was a step closer to getting ride of her arousal. Harry, on the other hand, was starting to feel as uneasy as Y/N had been all night.
The moment they had arrived at the gallery a couple of hours back, Harry got greeted by his good friend and artist Peter, who introduced him to a bunch of people he had no other choice but to make conversation with. He hadn’t been able to get away from the crowds and sit down with Y/N until he shook the hands of everyone. And when he finally did and took the empty space next to her on that small sofa, he was able to read her body language, only to find out she was horny. Now he was, too.
Harry’s bulge had only got bigger since the moment they left the place, and when he squeezed her hand while looking at her, she understood there was no way they could make it home in that state. They soon spotted their car, but instead of taking the driver’s and passenger seat, they sat in the back. The car was the closest thing they had to a private space right there and then, and neither of them minded. It was not like they hadn’t had sex in there before.
Harry sat behind the driver’s seat, Y/N passing one of her legs over his lap and sitting astride on it, not caring this time if her dress lifted over her bum and her panties were showing. The car windows were tinted in the back, and outside the streets remained empty. There weren’t spectators in sight.
She slightly lifted her body from his lap and unbuttoned his suit trousers, his hips lifting as well as she pulled them down to his knees, his boxers following after. When she finished, she sat on his lap again, Harry’s eyes slightly widening the moment he felt her drenched panties against his bare skin, “You’re so fucking wet, angel.”
Had he known she was this needy, they would have left the place sooner. He didn’t care about art too much anyway, but he did care about making her feel good as hell. “You should have told me,” he added, her fingers busying with the buttons of his shirt. She loved his chest and pectorals and tattoos, and wanted a shirtless Harry to be her view.
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes fixed on his. “I tried to go to the bathroom a couple of times to make it disappear, but the idea of possibly getting caught or being heard embarrassed me,” she admitted, caressing his abdomen.
He nodded, and slid his hands down her dress and into her panties, making her close her eyes under his touch. His long, soft fingers felt extremely good as he brushed them against her sensitive area, but they felt even better when he introduced two in her.
“Ah-, shit,” she immediately let out, her head falling slightly backwards as her hands quickly rested against his chest, trying to keep her steady.
“Feels good, hm?,” he said, and she rapidly nodded, which made Harry smirk proudly. No one knew how to satisfy his girl better than him.
He moved his fingers slowly, at a nice pace, well aware she was way too sensitive for him to speed up his movements. The cold rings around his fingers were already giving her enough pleasure to make up for not taking care of her sooner.
“Now,” she mumbled a few seconds later, and he understood perfectly what she meant.
He took his fingers out of her, taking them to his mouth and licking them clean as she watched.
“God…,” she mumbled, about to squeeze her legs shut as a response to his actions, but Harry quickly grabbed both of her thighs to keep them open, “Wait for me, angel.”
She was so worked up and wet and simply such a mess, that she would have come right there and then the moment she would have been able to close her legs. Harry moved her body a little bit closer to him and quickly got ride of her panties, inserting his cock inside of her with a calculated thrust and earning a pretty moan from her rosey lips right after. She had been biting them and passing her tongue through them so many times for the past couple of minutes that they were not longer red, the color of her lipstick, but pink instead.
“Baby…,” she said, gulping, “Let me…,” she gulped again, feeling the way he moved her body back and forth as he penetrated her deeper and deeper, “Let me ride you, please.”
“Yes, fuck, alright,” he groaned, loosing up his grip on her and allowing Y/N to be in control.
With his free hands he started unzipping her dress, eagerly taking it off her body. He wanted more, he needed more. Harry tossed it to the side, before unclipping her bra and sliding it down her arms. Her boobs were fully on display in front of him, and the best part was that they were for him only.
He gave them both a squeeze, making her moan again.
“Yes…, yes…,” she praised him, still riding his cock, her hips increasing their rhythm the more comfortable and excited she got.
He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking at it as he massaged both her tits with his fingers, and that was enough to make her roll her eyes in pleasure, her hands moving up to his hair and filling her fists with his curls, slightly pulling at them
“Fuck…, Harry...” Y/N’s movements only increased, making him momentarily stop and moan even while he was still with his lips around her nipple. She always rode him so well he wondered why she didn’t do it more often.
He cupped her cheeks between his hands and kissed her, their tongues desperately fighting each other and only separating the moment they both reached their climax, their lips slightly parted as their heads instantly fell backwards. Harry’s hit the headrest behind him and Y/N’s the driver’s seat’s one. Their chests were rapidly going up and down while they tried to catch their breaths, their eyes closed. When they opened them at the same time, they both chuckled.
His arm wrapped around her back and pulled her to him, sticking their sweaty chests together.
“Feeling better, angel?,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her temple right after.
“Much better,” she smiled against his hair as she took in the fresh and somehow heartwarming smell from his usual shampoo.
“Good,” he slightly moved her from her posture so that she was looking at him, “Next time, please, let me know sooner. You must had had a hell of a time in there.”
She giggled a bit, “Yeah…, you made it worth the wait, though.”
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Showers & Tea
> Part 1
Content warnings: just fluff because we all need it sometimes :’)
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: planing on writing a p.3 (this time similar to p.1) so you’re welcome to stick around <3
Cold water ran out the shower head with no apparent intention of warming up. Harry clicked his tongue, stretching his hand out for the tenth time in less than two minutes and soaking it to try feel if it was already how they liked it. Y/N was standing next to him, her hand resting against his muscular arm as she tried to peek over Harry’s shoulder and see if any steam was coming out of the shower, which would mean the water was warm enough for the both of them to get in.
Harry was used to it, so he had no issue showering with frozen one, because that was what Y/N thought cold water felt like when used to clean oneself’s up. He did it everyday after his morning workouts, but she could just not stand the bitterness such showers made her feel, almost as if she was still dirty.
Cold water was made to drink, and hot one to shower. Period.
Another minute passed and Harry started thinking they were not getting a warm clean off at all. He turned to her, his eyebrows frown, “Still nothing, baby.”
She really needed that shower, but she also really wanted the warmth and relaxation only a hot one would give her. She pinched her lips a bit, something she did whenever she was reconsidering a situation.
“It’s not so cold, though,” he assured her, “You’ll get used to it sooner than you think.”
“Alright,” she gave in, and Harry nodded, entering the shower as she followed right behind, his body turning around to face hers once inside.
In other circumstances, he would have moved aside to give her the spot under the hot water jet, but now that it was cold and he knew she didn’t like that one bit, he took it.
Y/N was standing a couple steps away from him, where the water could barely reach her. She knew that sooner or later she would have to get under it, so she grabbed the hand Harry had stretched for her and stuck her body to his, the cold jet drenching her completely, even her hair, which she had not intention of washing until the following morning. His hold was warm, though, so it helped her battle the cold shivers that started going through her body.
The first layer of dirt soon disappeared from their skin.
When they were both wet enough, Harry turned around and grabbed the shower gel, putting some on the open palm of his hand before pressing them together to get the sticky substance on both of them.
His eyes moved from his hand and up to her face, as a small smile appeared on his lips. She smiled right away, feeling butterflies flying around her stomach in the most innocent way, reminding her how infatuated she was with him.
They would have fun between the sheets, try new things and explore new kinks. They would enjoy and savour each other’s bodies, but at the end of the day they were just two souls finding comfort and acceptance in the another.
Harry’s hand laid on her shoulders, lathering up her chests, arms, armpits and belly, before adding a bit more gel to them to finish clean her lower body. They moved slowly over her most sensitive parts, making her close her eyes so that she would only be able to focus on the comfort of the moment, and not on the goosebumps she was starting to get due to the lack of warm water. When he was finished, he put his hands under the running water as it cleaned the remaining gel from them.
When in bed, his hands managed to turn her on so much to the point of losing her senses, but any other moment they were the most tender touch she had ever experienced.
“Ready?,” Harry asked her, before moving aside to let her take his place, his back pressed to the even colder bathroom tiles.
She momentarily held her breath and quickly positioned herself under the shower. Her abdomen contracted as soon as the uncomfortable water came in contact with her skin.
Harry chuckled a bit, seeing the grimaces she would put every now and then. No matter what he’d said, the water was very cold.
When Y/N was done, she quickly pulled away from the jet. She grabbed the towel that hung in front of her, eagerly covering her body with it. That piece of fabric was going to be the one to warm her up again.
She stepped out of the shower, leaving Harry behind, while he repeated the same cleaning process. This time on his body.
She wouldn’t have minded staying next it and quietly observe him, but decided to leave that for another day. By his sudden low mood, it looked like he really needed a moment alone with his thoughts.
Any other time they showered together he would tell her repeatedly how beautiful, and gorgeous, and perfect she was, while his hands wouldn’t leave her body at all, sweetly caressing every part of it. But today was not the case.
He spent a few more minutes under the running water than Y/N did, and by the time he switched off the tap, she was already dressed in her pyjamas: an old t-shirt she had grabbed from Harry’s wardrobe and some leggings. Her hair was still wet, soaking up the shoulders of her t-shirt, but Harry didn’t mind: He kissed her temple the moment he positioned next to her anyway.
With the towel wrapped around his waist, he exited the bathroom. Y/N could hear him opening and closing different drawers behind her, searching for something to wear.
“Princess?,” he called her a couple of minutes later, making her peek her head through the bathroom door, “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“Okay,” she nodded and watched him leave the room.
She grabbed the hairdryer and turned it on, before bringing it up to her hair and starting to dry it off. As soon as she was done, she joined Harry downstairs.
“Mmmm,” she mumbled, smelling the sweet aroma that began to fill his house.
Harry turned his head around just in time to see her walking in. A big smile instantly made its way to his lips, reaching his eyes. He had a “safe the dolphins” dark blue t-shirt and sweatpants on, his long curls now up in a bun.
That view was a bit comical itself. He was a 6 feet tall man, who could seem intimidating at first glance, and he certainly was when he was angry. But dressed like that just made her want to snuggle up against him.
Y/N positioned right next to him, two filled cups in front of them. “Thought you’d like some tea to warm up a bit. M’sorry the hot water wasn’t working.”
She shrugged her shoulder, dismissing the matter. “I survived so it’s okay.”
Her answer made him chuckle. She turned around, her back against the countertop, before lifting her body up until she was sat on top of it. Her legs hung loose a few inches away from the floor.
He grabbed one of the cups and handed it to her, taking a sip of the other one right after.
She held the mug between her hands while a bit of smoke was still coming out of it. It wasn’t hot enough to burn them, but it brought her a lot of warmth.
Without saying a word, Harry moved from his spot, positioning his body between her legs and resting his free hands on her knees. Their faces were now at the same height.
Y/N lifted her chin a bit and pressed a kiss to his forehead, causing a small sigh to escape his lips. He didn’t expect her to do that, but he liked it. A lot.
“Are you tired?,” he softly asked. She shook her head no. “Would you like to watch a movie?” She smiled, so he took that as a yes.
But before she could put herself back on the floor, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. Her eyes found his, but she wasn’t sure about what they were telling her. They were a very clear green and shined bright.
“Everything alright?,” she had the urge to ask. He nodded, and her worry disappeared just enough for her to patiently wait for him to tell her whatever was on his mind.
“You make me feel really good, Y/N.”
Her cheeks lifted in the most precious smile, which was the reflection of what his words had made her feel inside.
“In or out of bed?,” she wanted to reply, just to tease him a bit. But she knew exactly what he meant.
“It’s mutual.” She was telling the truth.
He then held her against him very tight, almost as she could slip and disappear forever if he didn’t hug her hard enough.
Those words were not an I love you, but they sure felt like it to them both.
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The sex talk
Content warnings: none :)
Word count: 900
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When it came to your relationship, Harry was all about talking things out and making sure you were both comfortable with each other. You, however, had a hard time mouthing your opinion and expressing how you felt, and that was the main reason why you had been avoiding him all day.
You joined him and the boys on tour a couple of days back, and after a few months together that were mostly spent separated because of his touring schedule and your college obligations, Harry just wanted a few minutes alone with you to discuss some things regarding your relationship. You knew what that meant, you were clever enough to read between the lines, so you were well aware the conversation was going to revolve around sex.
Sex, sex, sex. A three-letter word that you found equally fun and embarrassing. Even though you were not a virgin, you still found sex talks uncomfortably unpleasant. Maybe it was your parents’ fault for always making it feel like such a big deal, or maybe if was your ex’s for never making you feel confident enough when practising it.
Either way, there was just no way you would voluntarily sit down to talk about it with your boyfriend, so you were now hiding in places you knew he wouldn’t be looking for you. First it was Niall’s hotel bedroom, where you and him casually played some FIFA for about forty minutes. Then it was the catering room, with the not-so-excuse of helping Sara’s Kitchen get lunch ready for the whole team. Now, you were on the small lounge no one ever used, hoping that Harry wouldn’t think about looking for you there.
But he did.
“Baby?,” you heard him calling you from afar. You froze, and instinctively closed your eyes, as if by doing so he wouldn’t be able to spot you as soon as he opened the door, which he did. “Oh, here you are,” he smiled, looking at you on the couch, “Was starting to think you were avoiding me,” he half joked, half not, chuckling a bit. You bit your lower lip, showing him a guilty smile. He then walked over to you and took the empty seat next to yours. “What’s up?”
You gulped at his question. You really didn’t want to do that now, or ever. You passed a hand through your hair, strategically avoiding his gaze.
He frowned when he realised so and only got closer to you, his hand now resting on your knee to try get your attention, “Alright... What’s wrong, baby?”
“I know you want us to talk about sex.”
“Yeah,” he simply nodded, “Now that we’re gonna spend the next three weeks together I think it might be likely to happen, so I want us both to be on the same page.”
“It’s just… Why do we need to talk about it? It happens when the moment feels right, no need to foresee it.”
“Yes… but no?,” he giggled, and waved his hand in his direction, motioning you to get closer to him. He grabbed your leg and passed it over his, your shoulders now brushing together. “Talking about it makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?,” he mumbled, and you rested your head on his shoulder so that you could hide from him the crimson red that was starting to cover up your cheeks.
“It isn’t something I’m not familiar with but, um, I don’t know… I kinda feel embarrassing letting someone know what I do and don’t like during sex,” you admitted.
“Hiding any weird kinks?,” he joked, rising his eyebrows.
You giggled, “No, you idiot.”
“You sure?,” he chuckled, tickling you.
“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, smiling.
“Alright, alright… Then maybe we can discover some together?”
You giggled again, lifting your head to be able to properly look at him, “Would you be up for that?”
“Trying new things with you? Only if you’re up for it, too,” he admitted.
“That’s new…”
“What exactly?”
“Having someone who wants me to find things I enjoy in that sense as well.”
“Really?,” he asked, surprised.
“Yeah, so far it’s just been me adjusting to what they liked…”
“Damn. You weren’t lying when you said you’ve only dated douchebags, baby.”
You giggled a bit, and pressed your forehead against his shoulder trying to both stifle your laugh and somehow hide your embarrassment. Then you looked up at him and fixed your eyes on his lips, suddenly wanting to taste them so bad. “Can I just kiss you and… see where it leads us?,” you softly spoke.
“On one condition,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You waited expectantly for him to continue. “You have to let me know if you aren’t enjoying it.”
You nodded, and then slowly pressed your lips against his, burying your fingers in the back of his hair. Harry’s arms wrapped around your lower back and pulled you to him until you were fully sat astride on his lap. The soft, delicate movements of his lips on yours felt like magic, and made something in you light up. You grabbed his hands from your back and slowly moved them up inside your t-shirt, positioning them over your boobs.
He smirked mid-kiss, “Baby…, I think we should lock the door first…”
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