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tobeafangirl · 28 days ago

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a warm welcome

Words: 6,819 Rating: M (language, underage drinking, teasing, slight exhibitionism, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, harry is a bit of a sub oops) Type: Oneshot (Harry Styles x Reader) A/N: This is actually an old fic I reworked, might be posting a few of those while I am writing my currents. Gotta keep my lovelies fed.

Secondary school was complicated and parties were stupid. You had only lived in London for around a month now and when it came to making friends or even being noticed, you failed. So far you have only acquired one friend, Maddy, a girl who is currently not being such a good friend right now since she was planning to drag you along to a party. But not just any party, oh no.

“It’s Jessica Knox.” You said as you smoothed down the small skirt that could be an inch or two longer.

“She’s my friend, and a lot less intimidating than you think.” Maddy reassured me for maybe the tenth time today, you just couldn’t shake the very familiar feeling of misplacement – like you didn’t belong. “Listen, (Y/N), I was the new girl once, I was awkward, weird, and all around I felt like a walking embarrassment. But these people took me in as one of their own --- I really think you are going to fit in perfectly.” Maddy’s words were inspiring, always were. She knew how to say the right things at the right time. So, with a tug of your skirt for the last time, you announced that you were ready for whatever the night had in store.

Jessica’s house was more than impressive, delicate on the outside, huge on the inside. You wondered what it was like to see the house empty, what it would be like to roam the halls as a guest, maybe a friend. The music was loud, booming from an unknown source as various bodies swayed to the beat. It smelled strongly of sweat and faintly of cigarettes, a mix that one could get lost in, you nearly found yourself in the mystical world until Maddy tugged at your arm pulling you towards a small group of people.

Stacy was the first person to greet you. You had seen her around the halls and never had spoken, she was the wild card of the group, always too bold, loud, and yet caring in a way that proved right in her own mind. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N)!”

Next to be introduced was the party thrower herself, Jessica, looking as stunning as the sunshine. There was something about the way she carried herself, so elegant, wise, but still never put you in a position where you felt the lesser. “I really like your outfit, it has a lot more taste than some of these girls here.” She points slyly in the direction of a girl, sloppily grinding on a guy while wearing a near-to-nothing leopard print dress – as if that was still in style. Jessica rolled her eyes, it made you laugh. You were starting to think that maybe you would get along with these people after all.

Then there was Niall, the lover boy. Him and Maddy had been going strong for a while now, and honestly, you couldn’t blame her. Something about those baby blues and Irish accent really intrigued you, there was a story behind that boy and you wanted to figure it out. Although you two just met, the swift haired boy pulled you into a hug and welcomed you with literal open arms. “(Y/N)! Maddy has been telling me a lot about you! Welcome to London!” You couldn’t believe that these people were being so nice, it almost felt unreal.

The last was a boy standing with a puzzled look on his face. “This is Harry.” Maddy introduced him. His name clung in your mind in a way that was unnecessary but you tried to shake that away. He looked nervous for some reason, but it was in a cute way. Darting eyes, small pink muscles coming out to wet his lips. Nervous looked well on him. He must have realized because sooner than later a smile rose upon his face, all his features lighting up as the corners of his lips lifted. His eyes sparkled, flickering of all these colors. You were almost mesmerized, so much so that you almost didn’t hear him speak. “I think we have a class together, forensics?” His eyebrows raised, if this boy was in one of your classes, how come you have never noticed? With eyes like his, you were sure to be able to spot him in a crowd. “Yeah.” You breathed out, were you holding your breath? How embarrassing. “Staccato, real pain huh?” You tried to redeem yourself, it worked for the most part, making the dark chestnut haired boy laugh.

“Now that we are all acquainted, let’s dance, shall we?” Maddy squealed as she took your hand, leading you out on the dance floor with Stacy and Jessica in tow. You danced, you swayed, all four of you even bounded while out on the dance floor. To say the night was going great would be an understatement. However, the night was young and those three beautiful girls found a guy to dance the night away with while you drifted away into the crowd. The one sad thing about coming to a party without a guy is being without a guy. And if you add the nerves and anxiety to the table, meeting one didn’t seem like a possibility for you. Earlier that night being proof, the way things went down with Harry was embarrassing enough.

You found myself easing your way to the outside world, the night air drawing you out like some kind of special mating call. It was nice, the light thumping of the music mixing with the calm of the night. Like a scene from a movie, you felt like a star. “You too?” You heard from beneath you, causing you to jump back a bit, startled. Laying on the grass was a Harry, a slightly drunk, smiling, adorable looking Harry. “Yeah, it was getting a bit much in there.” You commented. His hand sprawled out beside him, patting on the grass for you to take a seat. You took a moment to admire his hands, they were huge and supporting these veins that made you bite your lip in awe. Your eyes followed a few of them up until they disappeared in the flannel, making you only wonder what was underneath. You sat, finally, and his goofy smile grew wider.

“Why here? Why London?” He asked lazily and you couldn’t fight the dancing smile on your face. “At first I thought it was for a fresh start, to get away from the dreaded town I came from but it turns out it was for a guy.” You let out a defeating sigh, as Harry brought himself up onto his elbows. He looked slightly hurt, a little sad. “Y-you came here for a guy?” he asked, looking up at you through lashes that looked beautiful and faux. “No, no. My mother did. I was just a tagalong.” You told him and you could swear that you saw relief on his face.

“So, no boyfriend?” Was Harry’s next question. It wouldn’t have caught you off guard if his eyes weren’t filled with hope, it was enough to make your stomach feel like a home for butterflies. “No.” You answered shyly, ducking your head down as you did. You didn’t want him to see you blush. “Good.” You didn’t have to look to know he had moved. His voice was extremely close and it dared you to look up, but you didn’t have to, fingers were placed under your chin lifting your head. Bright eyes were met with dark ones and you knew what was about to happen.

Your heart was pounding, beating so fast that you were afraid he could hear it. He was so close that you could smell the warm whiskey on his breath, it was intoxicating your mind and you soon found your eyes closing on their own, beckoning for the small gap to be closed. And it was. Cold soft parted lips pressed against warm ones and it was like two opposite worlds colliding in the best possible ways.

It was as if time was standing still. You didn’t know this boy, not a single thing about him, and yet you felt like you’ve known him forever. It took one small movement from you, a slight touch to the cheek and it was like it flipped a switch, as if he was waiting for approval before letting go. His fingers laced in your hair, pulling you into him daringly close. A shiver going down your spine as you felt his tongue slide against your bottom lip. You took no time in accepting the offer, letting your tongue slip past his lips. He let out a soft hum at the sensation and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

“Holy shit.” Your head snapped to the side at the words, standing there was Niall and Maddy looking down at you two with probably the biggest grins you’ve ever seen in your life. Harry didn’t seem to mind the loss of your lips however, he found his way down to your neck, causing you to stifle a moan as the couple watched with raised eyebrows and sly smiles.

“Harry.” You whispered trying to get his attention, and he hummed in approval, his teeth sinking into your skin making your eyes flutter, your nails digging into his shoulder. “You like that?” He murmured onto your skin and you could feel yourself turn bright red. “Yeah, (Y/N), do you like that?” Niall asked as Maddy giggled.

Harry's head snapped up at the voice, his face and neck became blotchy with bright red, looking at you with apologizing eyes.

“We should probably get going.” Maddy said, gripping your hand and helping you up as you situated yourself. “Yeah, it is kind of late.” You replied with a nod, putting it off as if you were tired even though you doubted sleep was in your schedule tonight. Maddy gave Niall a knowing look before dragging you through the thinning out dance floor.

“I think the real question is did you like that?” You heard Niall’s laugh as you walked away followed by a stumbling Harry. “Shut up! You know, this is why I can never get a girl because of you and your – face.” More laughter came from Niall, “How about just getting your drunk ass in the jeep?” And with a final defeat, “Okay.” that was all you could hear of the conversation before you were bombarded by questions from Maddy.

“What just happened?” Was the first.

“Was he a good kisser? Because I’ve always been curious.” Was the second, that one made your brows fly up a bit too high.

“Dish the details, girl!” The only answer you could give her was the big plastered smile across your face.

Maybe London was going to treat you well after all.

***

It had been three days since your very eventful night at Jessica’s party and you were still dealing with the endless teasing and questions. However, the person you’d rather be hearing from somehow had disappeared from the face of the earth. You hadn’t seen Harry at all, which was odd since him and Niall were usually inseparable. You wanted to talk to him, to possibly try and salvage something between you two, even if it was just friendship.

You don’t know what came over you that night, but there was no regret on your part. His lips have been dancing in your mind for the past few nights, waking you up in a sweat just before things got heated between the two of you. Part of you deemed yourself crazy for thinking like that about someone who was technically a stranger, but another part of you was yearning to experience your dreams in person.

The bell rang and it caused you to grip onto your book a little tighter. It was time for your forensic class, the one class you had with Harry. This was the make or break moment. He was either going to speak to you or act like you were nonexistent and you debated internally on which one you truly wanted. “Here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, holding your head up high as you turned the corner entering your classroom.

So maybe you slightly over reacted, in fact, he was not even in class yet. You let a sigh out and took a seat, watching as the crowd grew as the class filled. There was still no sign of Harry, and you could feel your stomach churn at that. Was he avoiding class because of me? You thought to yourself as you felt your body start to seep into your seat even more than usual.

“Okay class, this will be a partnering project for today. So, without further ado, find yourself someone and get seated – We don’t have all day!” Within seconds’ chairs were filled and partners were set, you didn’t know many people so it was not as if you stood out as a potential partner for anyone. It looked as if to be another day where you would be paired up with the teacher, again.

You placed your head in your hands, sighing for the seventh time. The guy you liked was ignoring you, no one ever took the time to get to know you, and now you had to partner with some mid-aged man who tried too hard to ‘keep up with the times’. You could have possibly catapulted yourself across the room until you felt the presence of someone sitting down beside you. Removing your hands, your eyes quickly adjusted to a familiar goofy smile sitting beside you. Harry.

It was silent, awkward. You didn’t even get to croak out the soft ‘Hi’ hanging in your throat before Mr. Staccato started to speak, giving out the instructions of what the project had in store. You watched as Harry took notes while acting mysteriously normal. It was practically eating you alive. You needed to talk to him, to know what he was thinking and what the other night meant to him.

You took a deep breath, waiting for the teacher to stop dragging on before you spoke. “I know things got a bit crazy the other night, and I’m sorry – not that I regret anything, I just don’t want things to be awkward between us. We are going to see each other – obviously, and I don’t want—“ Your rambling was embarrassing, you knew that. You knew you were talking too much and that you were probably digging yourself the biggest hole but what you didn’t expect was the reaction you got.

You didn’t expect Harry to have a small smirk placed upon his face as he looked down at his book so innocently, didn’t expect his hand to be caressing and rubbing soft circles on the warm flesh of your thigh. Didn’t expect to be thanking all the gods that you decided to wear that daring skirt that starred at you in your closet. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, eyes widening at the boy beside you.

“Harry!” You hissed at him, which he responded to with a hum. His hand was inching up at an agonizing slow pace, causing a warm sensation to stir between your legs, you could feel yourself getting wet at the idea of what was going on and to say it was driving you insane would be an understatement. “Think you can answer the last two questions for me?” Harry whispered in your ear and when did he get so damn close?

His hand was still now, no longer moving on your skin but so close to your core that you could feel the heat from his body and it made you want to buck your hips in anticipation. “Y-Yeah.” You nodded your head slowly. You knew you were blushing, you could feel it, and it felt like the entire class was staring at you although that was nowhere near the case.

Speaking of cases, you had to answer the last two questions on a case study that you had not been paying attention to at all. “Consulting pictures A-D what can you tell us about the crime scene?” You gasped, but not because the question caught you off guard but because of Harry fingers that were ghosting over your underwear, teasing you in all of the oh-so-right ways.

“Uh –“ Your eyes flickered over the pictures, trying to come up with an answer. Your mind was running a mile a minute and as you glanced at Harry with the most pleading eyes, he did fuck all but smirk in response, causing you to clench your fists as you made a mental note to get back at him for this.

It was then when he applied pressure, his fingers skillfully running over your slit in the most exciting of ways. As if on cue, the bell rang as you let out a moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Okay class, like I said, we do not have all day. However, I do expect this to be done and completed by – You guessed it, Friday!” Mr. Staccato’s voice snapped you back to reality. Well that and the loss of Harry's intimate touch.

“You really need to start paying attention in class. We can finish this later. My place? Seven?” Although it came out as a question, he didn’t mean it as one. It was more of a demand and somehow you were okay with that. You didn’t respond though, you didn’t have to, the dumbfounded look on your face being well enough of an answer. Harry then stood, “Maybe after that, we can finish the project.” His voice was low, eyes were playful as he turned on his heels exiting the room before you could speak.

Did that really just happen? It took you a minute to compose yourself. “Shower. I need a cold shower.” You breathed, as you grabbed your things quickly walking your way to your next class. You couldn’t get what just happened out of your head, or even better what was going to happen later. Your body was still tingling from his touch before, you only wondered what else his fingers could do.

The time seemed to pass eerily slow as you jingled your keys in your hand. You had been sitting in your car for about ten minutes awaiting the perfect time to leave. Worst part was, Harry's house wasn’t too far from yours, so you knew your drive would be short, the clock struck 6:45 pm and you cranked your car, trying your best to ready yourself for whatever was about to happen.

When you arrived, you walked slowly up the steps, you could feel your palms begin to get clammy and by the looks of the lack of cars out front, you knew he had to be the only one home. Nervous was an understatement at this point. You knocked, the door almost instantly opening as Harry appeared. He had changed from earlier, plain gray shirt and sweatpants now covered his body and you couldn’t stop yours eyes from raking over him.

He stepped aside, allowing you in. No words had been spoken yet and it made you slightly frown. He glanced back at you, giving you the signal to follow him as you two made it up to his room. It was dimly lit, and you wondered if he had planned that out. “It’s crazy, how much you’ve been going through my mind.” He closed the door behind you two, you could feel his hot breath on your neck, sending chills down your spine as strong hands gripped your waist. “You’ve put a spell on me.” He whispered, “But I like it.” He nipped at your ear with the last word and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You turned so you were facing him, everything happening at a pace that probably seemed much faster than it really was. You kissed him desperately as his back hit the door behind him and he chuckled in the kiss. You couldn’t help yourself, all the teasing and games were driving you crazy. He had said you put a spell on him but really, he had been the one to cast the spell.

It didn’t take him long to catch up however, tongue tracing your bottom lip as you granted him entrance. He couldn’t keep his hands still, they were in your hair, waist, sliding up the back of your shirt. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you and there were no complaints. “Bed.” You said against his lips, his feet moving instantly, making sure not to break the intimate contact between you two.

Although you hated to part from his lips, the dancing images of earlier that day came flooding back to your head and you knew you had to get him back for it. Staring at him with bashful eyes you slipped your shirt over your head causing Harry to suck in a breath at the sight. You smirked, you liked that you had that power over him. Next, you stripped your pants away and you could feel his eyes boring into you, it almost made you blush. You pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. “No fair.” You whispered as you tugged at the hem of his shirt, he got the message and took his shirt off in a hurry. He kept reaching for you, trying to kiss you, but you slapped his hands away, you were in control now.

“Please.” His voice was below a whisper and the way he sounded so shattered made you want to give in and let him do whatever he wanted to you, but you had to stay strong. “Tell me what you want.” You beckoned, leaving a hot trail of kisses down his neck. You made sure to pay attention to his sweet spot, sucking a soft red mark onto the skin. Your lips kept moving downward, connecting with his collarbone, you felt his breath hitch in his throat. His body vibrating beneath you was absolutely beautiful.

You kissed your way down his chest, taking your time and paying attention to every muscle, every inch. His body was art and you were admiring it. The whimpers that were releasing from his mouth was also a very nice feature. “You.” He breathed, “I want you.” And you debated on actually giving him that. You reached his sweatpants, hands quickly to slide under them, pushing the thick fabric down to his knees.

Kissing along the top of his briefs, the moan that left his lips surprised you. You had been with a few guys before, but you had never had this effect on them. You smirked, eyeing his bulge before you kissed it gently. Throwing his head back against the pillows, he let out another moan. You palmed him slowly, sweet sounds escaping him. You were starting to realize this was hurting you more than it was hurting him. You had to stick to the plan.

You had to get out of there.

Stopping abruptly, you stood up. You were silent as you started to pull on your clothes. “Wh—What are you doing?” His voice was soft but you didn’t answer, just looked at him. He was sitting up and yet still sprawled out. His eyes were glazed over and he looked lost in his own world. You took mental pictures for later. “I actually have to go.” You said calmly, tugging your shirt down. “You can’t just – We were – You can’t leave me like this!” He directed your attention to the throbbing state you left him in. “So, I can’t tease you like you tease me?” You raised an eyebrow.

He connected the dots then, his eyes narrowing at you. “You’re going to pay for this.” And there was that smirk, “I’m counting on it.” You replied, taking no time to rush your way out of his bedroom door. Your body was beating you up for leaving, missing his touch already, but this was all part of a bigger plan – a game if you will, and there was no way you’d be losing.

***

Vibration seeped through your body. It was from the continuous stomping of the people around you. It was game night and you were here to cheer on your school, it also helped there was a curly haired boy who looked pretty damn good in the light burgundy jersey. “Now it’s time to get out there and kick some ass!” Coach yelled after one of his huge pep talks, causing the boys to get riled up and ready for a good game. “Not you Horan, sit down. No one wants you out there.” You couldn’t help but smile, Harry giving you a small wave before he went to take his position on the field, you were so lost inside your own mind, swimming with the things you’d like to do to the boy, you almost didn’t hear Maddy talking to you.

“He likes you. I think it’s cute.” You laughed softly at her words, if she only knew. The last few weeks between you and Harry had been something else. It was filled with secret looks that only you two understood, followed by under the table hand jobs and hickies that were becoming too hard to cover up after 10 minute breaks between classes. The thoughts caused a smirk to appear on your face, although things had been pretty heated it hadn’t passed the threshold of no return yet. Oh no, you were saving that for tonight.

You knew it would be perfect, the boy would be slightly worn from all the activity. He would have aches and small pains and you’d help him relax, maybe a little too much at first and he’d be somewhat confused, but he would get it. He always got it eventually, and when he did, it was like a whirlwind of excitement. His eyes lighting up, his hands becoming grabby in all the right areas. You had to squeeze your thighs tight together at the thought, pushing back your urges until later.

Roaring applause filled your ears, snapping you back to the real world. You figured the team had scored as you watched Harry jump up into the air, his shirt lifting in a way that should be casual, but it was so much more to you. As it probably was to half the crowd. Apparently, Harry believed that no one in this school found him attractive, but you knew he was dead wrong. Would you tell him that? No way in hell. The thought of him being with someone else shot a pang to your heart.

You must admit, for something that was only supposed to be fun, you were getting a little more attached than you previously thought you would. Harry had become almost everything. He was the guy you called when you needed help with homework, even though you only ended up making out. He was the one who drove you around because you didn’t want to go home and deal with your mum. He was the one who thought about you and brought you things to brighten your day, it was like dating without the official tagline, it was something different.

The game ended with surprising results. Forty-seven to nineteen, we won. It’s not like they were horrible at the game, Maddy had said they always seemed to win and come out on top, but the difference was quite unbelievable, especially for the first game of the season, and it caused for a celebration. Everyone found themselves back at Jessica’s house as always, bodies swaying again to the mind-numbing music. This time however, it was different. You weren’t a scared new comer who didn’t know anyone, you weren’t dancing and getting to know people all at once. It was quite nice to fit in.

Your back was pressed firmly to the wall behind you, eyes drifting over Harry and he took a sip of his beer lazily. It was cute, watching sleep seep into him as he tried his hardest to celebrate with his friends. His face brightened when he saw you, excusing himself from his fellow teammates as he brought himself over to you. The smile on his face was cozy, it made you laugh. “What? Do I have beer on me?” Harry instantly started to feel himself, pressing his shirt to reveal the muscles underneath. You had to bite down on your bottom lip, that feeling from earlier coming back between your legs. “No, just admiring.”

Lifting your hand, you raked your fingers through his slightly messy and tangled hair, causing his eyebrow to arch. You two were touchy in public, but never to this extent. It always seemed friendly, or they tried to make it look that way at least, but right now you didn’t care who looked or stared. You were going to look at him with glazed eyes, and he was going to sigh at your touch, and the people around you were slowly disappearing. A smirk appeared on his face, and he leaned down, lips contacting the shell of your ear. “Are you trying to start something?” His voice was hot and it sent shivers down your spine. “I just want to take care of you.”

Those words were all it took, Harry took your hand and led you upstairs, his tired eyes showing some gleam of light. You found yourselves in the guest bedroom, locking yourself in as the music turned into a dull thump. “Bed.” You said before he could speak, you heard a small chuckle come from him as he sat at the edge of the bed. You could feel his eyes on you, and they dared you to turn around. “Shirt off.” You demanded again, you didn’t have to look at him to know his eyebrows were lifting, probably an all too happy smile on his face. You heard the rustle of clothing, first the sound of a loose-fitting flannel hitting the floor, followed by a slight heavier thud of a shirt. You grinned, finally turning around. Eyes gliding over skin, landing on a pair of perfect pink lips that were curved slightly.

You walked around him slowly, his neck craning to follow your every move. You crawled on the bed behind him, balancing yourself on your knees as you pressed your chest against his back. “You seem tense.” You cooed, fingers grasping his shoulders, working the pad of your fingertips into the tender muscle. Harry closed his eyes, head falling forward as a groan fell from his lips. You giggled, leaning down to press kisses along his neck and your fingers continued to work magic on his shoulders.

The sight beneath you was absolutely breathtaking. There was Harry, mouth agape as his head pressed back into your chest. Soft noises would escape him from time to time and you constantly thought about how lucky you were that it was you that was in this room with him. His eyes fluttered as you pressed a small kiss to his temple, something innocent enough, but he knew your intentions. The smirk on his face was apparent. You kissed him again, but this time softly on his lips. It causes the fluttering to stop and eyes to open. Your hands began to move, to explore the body in front of you, nails across back, light touches on chest, anything you could do to tease and drive him restlessly up a wall.

“(Y/N)” Your name left as a moan from his lips, and that was all that you needed. You were surprised that you had held on for this long, your stomach doing flips as your lips connect to his. The position was awkward but the kiss was sweet. Sending waves down your body as you move your way around him, straddling his lap as you pressed your clothed chest against his bare hand. “Not fair.” He whispered, tugging your shirt at the bottom, indicating he wanted it off and as soon as possible. A call back, one that made her smile. You let him slip your shirt over your head, cold hands pressing against soft warm flesh. It was enough to make you suck in a breath. You could feel him hardening beneath you, and it caused your hips to move involuntarily, bucking down and colliding with his. You moan in unison, the fact that he felt this good against you and you were still clothed was a scary fact.

“Tonight. I want to tonight.” Your voice was low, you almost didn’t recognize it and he gave you a look of question. He probably thought this was still a game, probably thought you’d get so eerily close before pulling away. Maybe it was the dark intensity in your eyes, but he realized this was no longer some play thing, that you really meant what you said and his fingers gripped your hips at that, dragging your hips against his in a sweet way.

His lips were on the move at that point, planting kisses along your jawline and down to the crook of your neck. He made sure to leave his mark this time, wanting everyone to know he finally got what he was after, that he finally got you. He left wet hot kisses down the valley of your breast, his fingers fumbling behind you, his eagerness causing a small giggle to escape you. You reach behind you, stop his frantic hands and unclasping your bra for him, allowing him to do the rest of the work.

A smirk was placed on your face as you watched his eyes widen and he slid the straps down your shoulders. It was not your first time bare in front of Harry and yet he looked at you as if it was, it caused you to feel a bit self-conscious, having a nervous feeling coming over you as the instinct to cover yourself came to mind. He however noticed your hesitation and took a hold of your hand before you could do anything. “Beautiful.” His words were soft, “I don’t say it often, but you, (Y/N), are absolutely beautiful.”

Maybe it was those words that set a fire inside of you that you had never felt before, or maybe it was Harry soft lips caressing you in places that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You don’t know how it happened, but within seconds you were flipped, back pressed into the mattress. You let out a small whimper at the loss of his lips, the warmth of him being away from you causing pain. He was taking you in, the sight of you, as his fingers worked the button of your jeans and you cursed yourself for not wearing a skirt like Jessica has suggested, but you couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t take the slow sweet pace Harry was trying to set up, you reached, crashing his lips back down to yours in almost a bruising manner, this time he was the one who was whimpering.

Finally, fabric was removed as Harry got the hint, nothing but thin material separated you two from what you really wanted and it caused a delicious sigh to leave you as Harry lips began to trail, leaving hot wet kisses down your stomach to the place you needed him the most.

Although it was not as slow as it seemed, it felt like it took forever for him to remove your final piece of clothing, the only thing that was keeping you from what you wanted. His lips felt soft and warm as he kissed up your thighs, you could feel your muscles tense at how close he was, your fingers wrapped in the sheets with anticipation, you could feel your breath start to quicken. The sharp noise that left your mouth when his lips finally came in contact with your folds was almost inhuman and you could just feel the smirk placed upon his lips as his tongue poked out, licking a long swipe up to your clit, the moans escaping you almost uncontrollable.

“Fuck baby, you taste so good.” Your hands were now tangled in his curly locks, softly pulling and tugging as you withered on the bed, the expert workings of his tongue causing you to see white. He hummed against you, bringing one of his hands to smooth down your stomach as he brought the other to your entrance. Without warning he pushed two fingers inside of you, “Fuck, Harry!” What left your mouth was somewhat between a whimper and a moan, you could feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, so close to breaking at any moment, coming close to your orgasm at an alarming rate. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” His voice was low, husky, it sent chills up your spine as you cried out, reaching the edge and tipping off into a world of pure bliss and pleasure.

Harry chuckled as he kissed his way up your body, “Shut up.” You said between soft pants, his lips finding their way to your neck. You could feel him, thick and hard on your thigh, drawing a breath from you as you realized what was about to come. You felt like you had waited your whole life for this moment, to actually be this close to him, to feel him in ways that most wished but hadn’t. He didn’t ask questions, but he didn’t have to. You both knew this is what you wanted, that this was something that had kept the two of you up for the past few weeks. You both knew that this was right.

He lifts your legs, placing them around his waist as he lined himself up with you. His eyes were dark as he looked down at you with admiration, taking in the sight before him. With ease, he slid himself inside of you, causing the two of you to let a drawn moan out in unison. You bit your lip at the size of him, you knew he was very gifted in that area, but to actually feel him inside of you was another story. It took a lot for him not to be frantic, you could tell he was holding back as much as possible, wanting this to last longer than the both of you feared it would. His hips moved slowly, trying to find a perfect pace for you two. It was all grunts and moans, and you were pretty sure he had marks down his back by now. “Faster, Harry.” You appreciate him wanting to make things last but with each thrust it sends an agonizing feel of need through your body. He obliged, not even batting an eyelash as his hips started to quicken, with each trust you could feel him getting deeper and deeper, him getting lost in pure lust.

The noises alone were purely erotic, skin against skin, a competition of who could moan the loudest. His teeth were digging into your shoulder, trying to muffle his sounds while your lips pressed against his neck, possibly deafening him with the sound exiting you. The headboard was hitting the wall behind it, and if it weren’t from the loud music that was seeping through the walls, you were sure every person down stairs could hear what was happening.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” His thrust started to get more frantic, his release nearing him as you could feel your walls begin to tighten around him, your second orgasm coming down on you fast and hard. You gave your final moan, his name leaving your lips as you pulled him as close to you as possible. It was like the world around you stopped, you couldn’t see anything but stars, your heart was beating in your ears. It was the most amazing feeling to ever wash over you. He never slowed, using this new tightness to find his own release as he let out a small cry, hips jerking at random times, his body laying breathlessly on top of you. “Bloody hell, baby.” He breathed, his body rolling off of yours.

The smile on your face couldn’t be broken as you laughed softly. Lazy eyes looked over at you, one eyebrow lifting. “Shut up.” He mumbled, face flushed from the previous activities. You were amazed that you found him so beautiful, even with small beads of sweat gathering on his forehead, you couldn’t help but find yourself so far in with the boy lying beside you. “So,” You pressed, moving your body closer to him as you placed a hand on his chest. “Round two?” You gave him a small smirk as he chuckled, his fingers lazily tangling in your hair as he sighed. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

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Words: 3,272 Rating: M - language, smut (unprotected car sex), angst (super tiny fight), fluff Type: Harry Styles x Reader Part I ❀ Masterlist ❀ Requests ❀

“Don’t look at me like that.” You watched as Harry smiled hazily, his eyes trailing down your body. “Like what?” There was that voice, so soft and rugged, sending chills down your spine. “You know what like, and put some damn pants on, would you?” You sat up, quick to put your shirt on.

It was almost 8AM, which meant it was almost time for school. This has become a little too normal for you. It always started with a late-night text which turned into stumbling into bedrooms and landing on either yours or his bed. Although, you couldn’t say that you weren’t having fun. That this hadn’t become a favorite reoccurrence of yours. He was not going to let you go that easily though, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you back into the bed, his lips automatically attaching themselves to your neck, a whimper was to follow.

“Harry.” Your voice was stern, and his laugh against your skin caused you to shudder. “That’s not normally how you say my name baby.” You cursed yourself and you wiggled your way out from under him, his head hanging low in defeat. “School. We have that. Get dressed.” You wanted no more than to skip school for the day, hell, the week and just be in Harry arms but reality was a problem and unfortunately you lived in it.

“Not even a hand job?” He protested as he began to get dressed, you sighed. How was he the one you found attractive? There were other cute boys who weren’t so, well, Harry. It had to be those damn eyes, he could make any girl weak with just a look and you had fallen victim to that. Part of you didn’t mind. “Well since you said it like that, no.” You smirked, biting down on your lip as you opened his door and made your way downstairs. You were thankful his mum had started working a late shift at her job, it worked better for you to come to Harry versus him trying to come to your house.

Also, it meant that you didn’t have to keep silent, because that was such a problem with him. It should be illegal. You could hear Harry trailing behind you as he made his way down the stairs as well. This was the worst part of the day, when you two got into separate cars and arrived at school at the same time but never with each other. It was not that what was going on between you two was a secret, no, it couldn’t be. Not with the way Harry would grab you in the hallway in front of everyone, kissing you against the nearest locker without caring who saw. It's just that, you weren’t together. Not in a relationship. Just hooking up. However you want to say it, it was not where you wanted to be, but you were too busy being happy with just being somewhere, you hardly noticed.

He had also broken up with his girlfriend, or well, maybe she just got the hint? Regardless, if he was asked about her, he just shrugged.

Zayn was leaning against your locker waiting for you. This was a new thing but a frequent thing. It was like he took turns, one day at Harry locker and another at yours. Like a kid going between divorced parents. “Please do not give me any details.” He said when you were close enough to hear him.

“Gross – Wait, does Harry give you details?” Zayn shrugged at your question. “He’s getting laid, it’s a guy thing.” You made a face of disgust. “A guy thing that I will be bringing up the next time I see him.” You couldn’t say you were surprised. Not that you minded Harry telling Zayn because you could understand that, but it better be to Zayn and Zayn only or you and he were going to have more issues than you already did.

“If you beat him up, can I watch?” Zayn smiled as you grabbed the things you needed from your locker. “You could, but honestly it would probably just turn into a whole make-out session and once we kiss, eh, you can figure out the rest.” You two began to walk towards your first class, passing by Harry in the process. He smirked at you, but you gave him a stern look in return. That look was met with a confused one from him, but you hid your smile as you changed your attention back on Zayn who was ranting about how Kira had yet to text him back from yesterday. Boys, they are all just a bunch of girls.

Lunch time came quickly, and you were met with the accusing eyes of Harry at your usual table. This was one of the highlights of the new part, you two ate together, with Zayn of course, but still together. “What?” You asked, sitting your tray down of food that you probably weren’t going to touch but Harry would eat from eventually. “What was that look from earlier?” He was leaning into the table, his voice hushed like he was telling you a secret, it was almost as if he was worried, but you played it off.

You looked at him amused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He leaned back, eyes knowing as he nodded. “Are you sure about that?” And there were those eyes again, deep and dark and ready to pounce. “Pretty sure.” You concluded. “It’s the love birds, looking like they are about to eat each other’s face off, do you mind if I eat first because I want to be able to keep it all down.” You could hear Zayn talking, but your eyes didn’t leave Harry, as if you two were five having the most intense staring contest.

“Yeah that’s great, Zayn” Harry stood, giving you a look before walking to a place you were all too familiar with. You got up and followed pursuit. “And you two are leaving, okay.” Zayn was left nodding to himself as you followed Harry to the gym.

As soon as the door closed his lips were on yours, frantic just like prom night. You two had only been in here one time after prom, this place just brought back memories. A gym room storage closet, how romantic. His hands were already traveling up your shirt, quick and in a rush. “So, is Zayn going to find out about this too?” You asked in a breathless manner, his lips were now on your neck leaving a spot for you to cover up later.

“So, there is something bothering you.” And for the first time Harry stopped. Stopped kissing, hands idle, shocked would be an understatement. “No – no.” You tried to reassure, to resume what had stopped, but he wasn’t quite done. “I’ll keep our sex capades between us for now on, if you want.” This was a serious Harry, a Harry that most people probably didn’t know existed. Well, maybe Zayn, but that’s about it. “Uh – Yeah?” It came out as a question, all because you were very confused. It's not like Harry didn’t care but, well, he didn’t care. “Okay, now take that shirt off princess, we only have fifteen minutes left.” And he was back in a blink of an eye.

***

It was a few days later and you were in your room arguing with your friend. She had agreed to go on a date with a guy from school, and he was bringing a friend. You were slumped over your bed, hanging upside down like a bat as she explained why it was completely okay if you go, you know, as just a ‘friend’. “Harry is great, yes. You two are cute but let’s be honest. You two are not together and so why should you sit at home alone on a Friday night when you can be with your friend and a potentially cute guy? What if we go and you have a great time. Then you can be in an actual relationship instead of well, a sexual one.”

You never wanted to yell at someone as much as you wanted to yell at her right now. However, a part of you knew she was right, you just sat here on weekends, waiting for late-night calls. It was time to be a teenager, have fun for once. Maybe not to the point of something happening with this mystery guy but just to go out. “Okay, but this isn’t a date. This is me going out for the weekend. Just a little fun. So, don’t get this guy's hopes up. Deal?” Your friend squealed at your response “Deal!”

Around an hour after getting ready your phone rang. You didn’t think much about it until Harry's name popped up on display. That was weird, it was way too early for him to call, his mum still had to be home. And Harry was not the type to call to ‘chat’ for a little while.

You answered hesitantly, “Hello?” The confusion was strong in your voice and he could tell that as his laughter rang through. “Hi, gorgeous.” That was a new one, but not unlike Harry. You took a seat on your bed, smiling to yourself. “What do I owe this pleasure?” You would play his little game. Besides you had plans and you weren’t one to cancel, so turning down whatever sex-offer you received would be fun, and it would make more fun for later.

“Are you busy?” There was a hint of something in his voice, a kind of tone you didn’t pick up on. “Why? Has your dad left already?” Another laugh. “No, he is roaming in the kitchen. Nah, I thought uh – maybe you could come over early? I’m sure we can find something to do until he leaves.” Did Harry want you to come over and hang out? Just like, be in each other’s presents with clothes on?

You and Harry had conversation before, it was not just sex all the time, but it was a majority of the time. “Oh. I kind of told my friend I’d hang out with her. I think we are going to that stupid shake place that just opened. I can totally cancel though, it’s not a big deal.” It really was not a big deal, you would rather spend your time with Harry, although part of you did not believe you were admitting that. Even to yourself. “No, you go ahead, have fun. I’ll still see you tonight though, right?” He sounded a little defeated, but you tried to let it slide. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

***

So far, your night was not going so well. This guy was clingy and didn’t understand this was a lack of a date. He had his arm around you, and you’ve had to have shrugged it off at least ten times now. It wasn’t that he was not a nice guy, he seemed great, but you could not get Harry off your mind and honestly would rather be with him at this moment.

“(Y/N), what are you doing? At least act like you’re having a good time!” You’ve heard this at least three times from your friend, so you turned to have a casual conversation with the boy next to you. It was a nice break, turning to look at him got his arm off your shoulder, but still seemed to entertain him properly.

”Seems like you guys are having a good time.” That voice was familiar, and it caused you to sit up straight. You slowly turned around and your face met with Harry. “Hey.” Your voice was soft, lost, but Harry did nothing but nod. He looked hurt, something you never thought you would see on his face, something you never wanted to see on his face again.

“Have a good night.” He said simply, turning and walking away from you. “Wait.” Confusion was plastered on your face, a new constant reaction to everything that was Harry. Without thinking you got up and followed him outside, the rain was pouring, and you were unsure of when it started.

“Harry!” You shouted after him and he turned to face you quickly, face pulling tightly in hurt as he pointed towards the door behind you. “What the hell was that?” He was obviously mad, and you knew why, you weren’t stupid, but it still didn’t make perfect sense. “What are you talking about?” You stayed quiet, voice still soft, he has enough anger in him for the both of you.

“You’re in there with some guy, basically on a date – have you, have you been seeing him this whole time? Is this –” He motioned between the two of you “Just something on the side.” Your head was in a rush, mind absent as you could not gather your thoughts. “Do you really think that of me? That I would do that? Are you kidding me?”

It was your turn to be mad. “I don’t know what I think of you right now. You know I thought we were getting along, having a good time. Thought you were different.” Your eyebrows knitted together at his words. Have you just been confused all along? “You can’t do that. You can’t turn this all around as if I am the problem. Commitment has never been your thing, I knew that coming into this. You can't just flip the script on me without a warning. I don’t know what you want.”

“What do I want? What do I want?” His voice was softer now, and it was because he was so close. This was the first time you really looked at him. The rain was cascading down his face, his hair flat against his forehead. But those eyes stayed sharp as they bore into your soul. You wondered how you looked in his eyes and if he found you as beautiful and you did him.

“I want you.” Those were words you often heard come out of Harry's mouth, but not in that way.

It was much more than lust, you would even go as far as to say this boy was smitten with you. It made you smile as you felt familiar strong hands wrap around you, bringing you into a kiss that embodied much more passion than it should have. You whimpered, body going weak as his tongue wasted no time in entering your mouth, exploring hungerly. You kissed back with every particle of you, pressing your body into his as if you were trying to melt into him. Your back was pressed against something, the wall? Maybe the door? You wondered how many people were watching, if anyone, and were they going to come outside to get you two to stop?

You couldn’t think about it much longer because Harry picked you up in one swift motion, carrying you to where he was parked close by. You held him close as he carried you, arms around his neck as you placed soft kisses down his jawline. His car was in sight and the door was practically ripped open when you got to it.

He placed you in the back, lifting his shirt over his head as he climbed in himself. The door shutting was drowned out by his lips back on yours, it sent a wave through your body and you were aching to take your shirt off, to feel his skin on your skin. Harry must have been reading your mind because soon your wet shirt had met the floorboard, his hand roaming your damp body. You might have been uncomfortable if you weren’t distracted, your wet clothes feeling tighter as your body began to warm at Harry touch. His lips on your neck, his hands sliding down your legs as he took off your jeans, this boy had you on cloud nine and he hadn’t even touched you yet. “Harry” There was a beg in your voice, you needed him. “Shhh.” He hushed you, but you could feel his smirk as he unclasped your bra.

Relief filled you as your bra was discarded, now nearly fully naked in front of this man, he took a moment to admire your body, to touch every part of you besides where you needed to be touched. You damned him for having so much control. “Fucking beautiful.” You wanted to tell him to shut up, or to laugh, but as soon as those words left his mouth, his head dipped low planting small kisses down the valley of your breast.

You let out a sigh, fingers tangling in the back of his hair. He began to kiss up the side of your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, slowly massaging it with his tongue. “Fuck” You moaned, tugging lightly at his hair. He hummed at that, sending gathered heat straight down to between your thighs.

“Please Harry – I can’t. I need you inside of me.” He let out a grunt, his lips moving back up and for the first time you could feel how hard he was, you couldn’t stop yourself from ripping off his jeans. “Damn, baby” He muttered into your ear, he didn’t even take the time to take off your underwear, just pulled them to the side, the lust finally getting to him as his eyes grew darker.

The first thrust inside of you was enough to send you over the edge, but you tried to hold on for him, your head hitting the door behind you. You were in complete ecstasy, Harry hips moving at a pace where you were sure the car was rocking. Never ending moans were leaving your lips and his uneven breathing was close to your ear.

Your head was lightly hitting the door with each thrust, and if you weren’t so lost in everything Harry, you’d probably take a moment to complain but instead you whispered a low “Don’t stop.” Into his ear, causing his pace to quicken and his thrust to deepen. You could feel it inside of you, the constant burning that was ready for release.

“(Y/N)” He let out the softest moan and it nearly pushed you over the edge. Nails going down his back, teeth digging into your lip, you pulled him closer, “Can I cum?” You asked politely, catching Harry off guard to the point where he almost stilled. His lips connected to yours again, another passionate kiss that you would surely dream about later. “Only if you say my name.” His voice was like a growl, and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

“Harry” You repeated, his name being a chant. His thumb found its way down to your bundle of nerves, moving in circles as you gripped onto the seat for support. You felt your body shake, seeing nothing but white as your orgasm washed over you. You could hear yourself but couldn’t stop from making so much noise, leaving you gasping for breath. Harry thrust began to become shaky, unsteady as your tightness became too much for him, pushing him over the edge as well as he let out one of the cutest moans you had ever heard. It was almost enough for you to go another round. He laid his head on your shoulder, his weight shifting onto yours as you two laid there with nothing but pants being exchanged. “I like you.” Harry said, a small laugh escaped you. “Yeah, I hope so.” You said as your lips met in another kiss.

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