#harry styles sleepover

[stylescine]

Okayy so what if y/n and H are at a club and they’re grinding and dancing to the music but they decide to take things up a notch and fuck in the bathroom stall ??

i am OBSESSED with that! i know harry would love to secretly fuck in a bathroom when he's desperate :,)

warnings: somewhat public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), hair pulling, dom harry, drunk sex, mentions of alcohol, soft harry at the end, dirty talk

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The club was filled to the brim. Sweaty bodies dancing around each other, the music blaring from the speakers and flashing lights illuminating the dance floor. Harry and Y/N had been dancing together for a while, taking each other's hands, twirling around or just grinding their bodies together. Harry was standing behind her, his breath hitting her neck while his arm was wrapped around her from behind. His crotch was pressed against her backside, keeping her close as she was grinding her bum against him. She was moving in the rhythm of the music, the alcohol pumping through her veins and urging her on. Y/N was having a fabulous night, as was her boyfriend. Going clubbing was a rare occasion for them, so it was even more special whenever they got the chance to do it.

Clubbing nights usually involved a lot of alcohol for the both of them. They couldn't keep their hands off each other either and this dance was no exception. Drunken sex always remained at the top of their imaginary list and while they both often suffered from a hangover the next day, the sex the evening before was always worth it. Their touches were without shame, their voices heard throughout their home and Y/N could still feel the orgasm in her legs the next morning. There was a certain thrill about fucking drunk out of their minds and Y/N suspected today would be no different.

She continued to grind against Harry and his breathing quickened. His hold around her grew stronger, his crotch growing harder as she could feel it against her butt. There was a smirk on her face and desire growing in her stomach. She needed him and he needed her. Desperately.

His hand snuck under her shirt, brushing over her soft skin ever so slightly, teasing her ever so slightly. She could feel Harry's breath tickle against her neck as he leaned forward, lips brushing over her ear. "You drive me crazy, darling." His voice was deep and his words a bit slurred from all the drinks he already enjoyed. But there was a desperation in his tone that she could only attribute to his own desire.

Y/N's lips turned into a grin. She was in for an interesting time tonight. Her grinding motions continued as Harry was breathing heavily against her neck. His hand pressed her body closer to his and his growing desire was evident. "Maybe we should move to the bathroom, sweetheart?" He suggested. They were still in the middle of the dance floor and her movements just continued to get Harry worked up. She could feel her own panties become a wet mess. As soon as she turned around, she was met with Harry's darkened eyes and a blush on his face.

Some curls were hanging onto his forehead and his lips were slightly parted. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stepped as close as she could and brushed his lips with her own. Harry bent down to connect their lips into a kiss. He tasted of tequila and something sweet she couldn't identify. His kiss was desperate, full of passion.

"Let's go," he urged her and as soon as she removed her arms from him, he intertwined their fingers and dragged her through the crowd towards the bathroom. This wasn't the first time they were sneaking away at a party to have their own kind of fun. A giggle left her as they were making their way through the mass of people, excitement bubbling inside her.

Harry looked around them for a moment before he slipped her into the men's restroom with him. He opened the door to an empty stall and pulled her inside, locking the blue door behind them. Y/N turned around to him and her boyfriend was quick to push her up against the wall, his hands moving to her hips. She was wearing a short, black dress tonight and it had been tempting Harry all evening. His hard-on was clearly visible in his beige trousers, pushing his hips against her own. His hands slid up her waist while he kissed her, his tongue dancing with her own.

She needed him desperately. There was an ache in her belly as her entire body was aching for him as well. Her hips moved against his hardness, heavy breaths escaping her throat. Her hands slid into his curls, tugging on them lightly. Harry let out a groan in response, his left hand sliding down to her thigh only to move back up, but under her dress this time.

The touch left her with goosebumps all over her body.

"I need you," she whispered against his lips. Harry let out an amused chuckle, pulling back just a bit to take a look at her. His eyes were darkened with lust, pupils wide and his lips red from her own lipstick. The blush remained on his cheeks, a sign of his own desire.

"You've been tempting me all night, darling. Maybe we should get straight to it, because I sure as hell can't wait until we get home."

He didn't have to say more.

Her fingers soon fumbled with the buttons of his pants. She opened them with ease, pulling down the zipper and Harry assisted her in pushing his pants down her legs.

His boner was straining against his boxers. The sight of him hard in front of her would always be a good one for her. There was nothing like seeing Harry's hard cock, dripping with pre-cum. She pushed his underwear down quickly, hand wrapping around his shaft for a moment. She gave it a few tugs, watching her boyfriend fall apart in front of her. His hand pressed against the wall above her to support himself.

Harry was trying to suppress his moans by pressing his lips together. "God, Y/N," he mumbled. The tip of his cock was swollen and red, ready for attention. She could make out a drop or two on his slit and she was tempted to bend down to capture them with her tongue.

But she didn't get the chance to when Harry's fingers wrapped around her first firmly and pulled her hand away from him.

"Turn around." His voice was low and raspy. There was a firmness in his tone that made her thighs tremble. She loved it whenever Harry was taking control of the situation.

Y/N didn't hesitate to turn her back to him, putting her hands against the wall in front of her.

"Bend forward."

She leaned forward, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She could feel the colder air around her thighs when Harry pushed up her dress and pulled her panties down. The air hit her wet pussy and the wetness that had already spread around the insides of her thighs. Her core was aching for his cock, contracting around nothing.

"Such a pretty arse."

Harry's large hands squeezed her cheeks. She could feel the coldness of his rings on her naked skin and it was thrilling her even more.

Y/N spread her legs a bit more to allow Harry better access to her cunt. She could feel his finger slide through her folds so delicately, the tip barely sliding inside her. A whimper escaped her and she almost closed her legs again.

Then two of his fingers slid into her wet core, curling just right to hit her sweet spot. She bit down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning too loudly. The knot in her belly was tightening and her legs were starting to shake from her need. She needed to feel Harry stretch her out again, to thrust into her as hard as he could and leave her as a trembling mess. Even if it meant she would have to walk around the rest of the night like that.

Harry pulled his fingers away again before she could feel the tip of his cock push against her entrance. He slowly eased inside her, his hand moving into her hair simultaneously.

As soon as he was buried deep inside her, the initial sting disappearing, she let out a long sigh. Harry was big and she had gotten used to the feeling with time, but it still felt incredibly good to have him completely fill her out.

He pulled her head back by her hair, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. "Taking me so well even out in public," he whispered and his voice sent shivers down her spine.

Her answer was only a combinations of moans and whimpers.

His hips soon started to move, his thrusts fast and determined. He bottomed out inside her every time, groaning into her ear as he was bringing them both closer to their high.

Harry's free hand snuck down to her clit, flicking over the sensitive bud over and over again. His thrusts made her legs shake and she couldn't hold back a moan every now and then even when she tried to be as quiet as possible. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room as well, combined with the filthy sound of her wet pussy.

"You're so fucking sexy." Harry's teeth tugged on her earlobe after his words, his thrusts slowing down for a moment before he pulled back again to give her a deep and hard thrust. She let out a long moan, hands pressing against the wall in front of her. He pulled on her hair once more, harder this time, just as he started thrusting again.

He was quick this time. His rhythm still remained precise, but he was chasing after his own climax with his movements. Y/N's nails desperately tried to find some support at the wall in front of her, her thighs shaking as she was nearing her own orgasm.

Then Harry slowed down his pace, giving her a few more hard thrusts until a groan slipped past his lips and she could feel him pulse inside her. A few more flicks over her clit and it was enough to push her over the edge as well as she bit down on her lip.

Her body was shaking as Harry wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady. Her orgasm was rocking through her, intense and long, a final relief to all the tension that had built up since they had stepped onto the dance floor together and started to grind against each other.

Harry buried his face in her hair, pressing a kiss to her head as he gently rocked his hips against her.

Her breathing was heavy as she slowly came down from her high. As soon as Harry's cock went soft, he pulled out of her again, his hands resting on her hips while Y/N tried to stand straight again.

A low chuckle escaped her boyfriend's lips as she turned to face him again, her face a warm mess and her legs feeling unstable.

Harry gave her a soft kiss. His fingers brushed some hair out of her face before his hand cupped her cheek.

"I love you, darling."

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[cherryjuiceblues]

please write anything w grumprry x sunshine. Ik I’ll love it no matter what🙃

✰ grumpy!harry no warnings.

Harry sleeps on his front with his arms stretched underneath his pillow and the sheets resting low on his naked waist. You stand in the doorframe of his bedroom, excitedly holding a tray of breakfast made just for him, trying to decide the best way to wake him up. Gently placing the tray on his dresser, you grin as you climb onto the bed and straddle his waist.

He stirs slightly, groaning into the pillow but not waking up. You lean over and kiss up his spine, hair tickling his skin. “What’re you doin’?” He grumbles, voice thick and gravelly. It makes your body tingle.

“Rise and shine!” You bury your face into his neck and bite down softly. Harry groans again but doesn’t move, secretly amused by your odd behaviour. Biting him isn’t exactly a new experience. “If you don’t wake up right now, the chomp monster is going to keep biting you,” you giggle, angling your head slightly and biting him a little closer to his shoulder.

Harry shifts, turning so you fall onto the mattress and your game is over. His tired eyes watch your face as he holds his body up above you. “Stop being such a menace,” he grouses, voice slower than usual.

“But I was having fun,” you pout, hands smoothing over his shoulders and into his hair. Your teeth marks on his neck fade quickly. Harry dips down and nips at your bottom lip hard. You squeal and lift your knee up, nearly catching him in an unfortunate place.

“See?” He says, face hovering centimetres from yours. “S’not very nice, is it?”

But you don’t want to give in. “I don’t know, I kinda liked it.” You bring your legs up around his waist and try to pull him into you. Of course he doesn’t budge.

“You kinda liked it?” He does it again, even harder, and you’ll admit it hurts a little.

“Okay! I don’t like it, ow.” You pull away frowning. “I didn’t bite you that hard.”

This pulls a wry smile from Harry. “Shouldn’t start something you can’t finish, my love,” as he finally gives you a proper kiss, the way he intends on waking up every morning. You try to pretend you’re upset with him but it doesn’t last, not even for a second, as he smooths his soft lips against yours and down your jaw to your neck. You melt into his touch, hands threading through his hair lovingly and feeling the world around you disappear.

He lets you reach that fuzzy place, chest swarming with satisfaction at every content sigh that slips from your mouth. And then he squeezes your waist. Enough to make you jump—and your mind isn’t quick enough to piece together what he’s doing until he’s squeezing again and you’re writhing under him, tortured laughs being forced from your mouth. His hands move all over your body, familiar with every part of you that is ticklish. Glimpses you catch through your clenched eyes show that Harry barely looks affected, curled lips the only indication that he’s having fun. It makes it all the more agonising as you suffer under his hands whilst he shows no sign that he’s doing anything.

You grasp at his hands desperately. “Please! Stop—please!” You’re laughing but it’s your body betraying you. Harry doesn’t look like he’s going to listen but then you remember the reason you woke him up in the first place. “I made you breakfast!” It comes out almost like a sob—a breathy, sad sob as all the air in your lungs is sucked out of you. His hands halt and you breathe in heavily, mouth turned into a frown.

“Did you now?” Harry hums, sitting back and letting you relax. He scratches at his chin and looks down at you, eyes thoughtful. You get up, pout still present as you present him with the tray. “Look at that.” He smiles again, reaching his eyes. “Treating me the way I deserve, huh?” Harry teases, accepting the tray as he sits back against the pillows.

You scowl. “Not anymore.”

“You started it, love. Bit me like a needy puppy.”

“You bit me and tickled me!” You huff, sitting on your knees next to him with wide eyes. He thinks you look so sweet—and a little bit pitiful.

“Mm, but you still started it, didn’t you?” Harry takes a long swig from the cup of coffee that’s cooling down fast.

“But breakfast,” you gesture to his lap and his eyes soften, knowing how happy it makes you to show your love this way.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Your eyes immediately sparkle and he holds a slice of toast in front of your mouth for you to take a little bite.

“But tell the chomp monster that I can be very mean when I want to be.”

sleepover tag!

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[tom-whore-dleston]

My Only Angel

Pairing ▹ boss!Harry Styles x f. reader

Genre ▹ smut

This fic contains ▹ boss x employee relationship, daddy kink, praise kink, office sex, dry humping, finger sucking, mention of blowjob, scratching, hickies, Harry gets cockblocked

Word Count ▹ 1.1k

Summary ▹ pt. 2 of Not a Typical Boss

Notes ▹ Here is my very late submission for @the-slumberparty's Blast from the Past (week 2) challenge. I missed writing for Harry and I had fun revisiting one of my earlier fics ♡ Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

After spending the three-day weekend with Harry, you had some bounce to your step upon arriving at work. Your coworkers stared at you in bewilderment, unable to recognize this uber happy version of you. Memories of your time at Harry’s place filled your head as you typed away at your computer. 

All of a sudden, your desk phone began to blare that annoying ringtone. You sighed, picking up the phone and bringing it to your ear. 

“Yes?” 

The sound of the secretary’s voice echoed through the other side of the phone. “Mr.--I mean Harry–would like to see you in his office immediately.”

“Got it. Thanks, Kandice.” As you hung up, you bit back a giddy smile, thinking of seeing Harry again. Never mind the fact that you showed up to work from his house. You smoothed out your dress and reapplied your lipstick before stepping out of your office. 

Harry’s door was wide open once you reached his office space. His feet were propped on his desk and he mindlessly twirled a pen in his hand. He must have sensed you since he whipped his head around, a devilish smile plastered on his gorgeous face. His eyebrows motioned towards the door, and you shut and locked it behind you. 

You wasted no time in rushing towards him, climbing onto his lap with each leg locked by his hips. Muffled giggles left your mouths as you held each other on his rotating chair. His lips attached to your face, leaving gentle kisses all over.

“Miss me already?” You teased, as Harry kissed down your neck. He smirked against your skin coated in concealer. Your boss gave you no mercy this weekend when he littered your body with hickies. This morning, you desperately applied makeup over the hard-to-cover parts of your body. All of that work went to waste as Harry swiped his lips over the concealer, revealing bits of the bruises.

“Can you blame me, darling?” He mumbled, his fingertips tracing over your marks before landing underneath your chin. “Besides, I need a little stress relief before my meeting.” 

Then, he pulled you towards him to kiss you passionately. You both smiled and hummed into the kiss, deja vu kicking in as your lips danced along one anothers. Your core instantly grew wet and you subconsciously rutted your hips against his. Harry moaned into your mouth, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He lifted your tight dress up to your waist, revealing your bare thighs and p to him. 

“Good girl, you remembered my rules.”

“I just want to be good for you, daddy.”

“Oh, I do love the sound of that.” His ring covered hand lightly wrapped around your neck, pulling you into another heated kiss. Your rosy lipstick smeared around his face, but he could care less. All that mattered to him was how much he could relish his fill of you before his meeting.

While his hand caressed your neck, you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest which was also covered in your love bites. With your lips still on his, you raked your nails  down to his abdomen, creating red scratches over his tatted form. You had experimented this tactic with him in bed, and the reactions you pulled from him would be ingrained in your mind for eternity.

“Fuck, baby girl!” A growl erupted from his throat before firmly grasping your hips, guiding them over his clothed cock. You whimpered louder than you wanted, earning a hard smack on your ass. 

“Quiet, baby. Did you forget we’re not at home?” You pouted at him, which he quickly learned was your way of apologizing for being disobedient. Harry stroked your face before shoving his thumb into your mouth. 

“Can you be a good girl and suck my thumb?” He muttered seductively, causing your pussy to throb. You nodded, only to be met with another spank, the sting biting a little harder than the last one.

“Try again, but with your words, baby.”

You murmured with his thumb still in your mouth. “Yes, daddy, I can be good for you.”

Harry smiled before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Much better. Go ahead and keep grinding that little pussy on me.” You rolled your hips over him, feeling him harden underneath you. He wrapped his free arm around your torso, closing the space between you and him. This allowed you to grind harder on him and suck his thumb with more need. His cyaneous eyes fixated on your pink lips the same way he’d watch you sucking his cock.

“God, that’s fuckin’ good!” Harry groaned in a hushed voice. This motivated you to go faster, in hopes to reach that sweet release. The pleasure began to fill your lower belly as your wetness coated Harry’s slacks. 

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. He yanked his thumb out of your mouth before gripping your ass and controlling your movements over his lap. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his collar bone.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum like that, daddy!” You cried into his skin. 

“Yeah, baby girl? You gonna cum for daddy?” He chuckled lowly. “You like being my little fuck doll?”

“Yes, I love it, daddy!” The desperation cracked in your voice as your clit rubbed over his length. “Please, make me cum, please!”

Harry didn’t need to say anything before he started rocking into you while still working you on top of him. Breathy grunts fell from his mouth as his abs tightened with pleasure. His fingers  dug into your hips as you slammed against each other repetitively. Before either of you could hit your high, the same ringtone that tipped you off cloud nine earlier filled the room.

“Fuckin hell!” Harry cursed under his breath, throwing his head back. He flashed you an remorseful look and you reassured him with a peck on his lips. Your boss quickly gained his composure back before answering the call. 

“How can I help you, Kandice?” You could hear the woman’s sing-song voice, reminding Harry of his meeting that will start in ten minutes. He thanked her before setting the phone down. Somberness dawned over his face for a slight second until he peered into your eyes, making him more at ease.

“Looks like we’ll have to pick up where we left off on our lunch break.” You nodded enthusiastically, and helped him look presentable for his meeting. Glancing up and down his tall frame, your heart fluttered and heat rushed to your cheeks. How did you get so lucky in stealing your boss’ heart?

“Thank you for helping me destress and clean up, darling.”

“Anything for you, daddy.” You shared one last kiss before watching him walk out of his office.

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[otrtbs]

rather than deal with the tragedy that is a mostly hairless harry styles, i’ve decided i’m going to write 1D x y/n fanfiction, in which, both y/n and harry styles have luscious, beautiful (and most importantly) LONG hair.

i see this, i love this, i support this 1,000% and also

i raise you writing marauders fic like old wattpad ones

where is strip club owner regulus! (with all his slytherin strip clubbers) and stripper james coming in for an audition to work at the club?

or, underground gang gryffindors fighting underground gang slytherins but they all have soulmate tattoos and regulus and james' match so james kidnaps regulus (one of the top gang leaders in slytherin)

or, where's the one where regulus is a ghost and james moves into a new house and finds a hot ghost in his attic and they work together to solve regulus' murder and james tries not to fall in love with a ghost

or the one where james and regulus both work at a publishing company in seattle but regulus is like so so snotty and mean and then it turns out that he lives in the same building as james and AND it turns out he's kinda in a mafia situation and the publishing house is a front for the mafia and regulus gets shot and fake dies and james mourns his death for LIKE A YEAR all for him to show up alive and well at sirius and remus' wedding.

#asks #also bonus points 2 y'all if any of u can tell which harry styles fics these are #if u can name these fics... on all levels except physical we are having a sleepover and giggling over them rn

[writers-hes]

a special invitation—

Hi, everyone!

I would like to invite you to my first ever Tumblr sleepover. To celebrate my 2000-follower milestone, I decided that I needed to do something special and something good. In all honesty, I only started writing fanfiction on Tumblr because I wanted to be a part of a writing community. I wanted to share my craft and at first, it was quite hard. I never expected to get past 500 followers, let alone reach 2,000! It wouldn’t have happened without you, so thank you.

I really want you guys to know me more in this event. I feel like you all think of my as a grey blob writing fics and complaining her life away. I also want to learn more about you guys, too—your interests and everything else. That’s why, for this event, you will have to bring something (or a few things) to really participate. Here’s what you can bring:

Author asks: ask me anything and everything about me; except personal identifiers. I will be answering them honestly.

FMK, never have I ever, would you rathers

Any request for a blurb or a headcanon. It doesn’t matter if it’s smut, angst, or fluff; I will be opening my request box for all my characters—yes, that includes Harry Styles. (Make sure to take note of my guidelines, though.)

Ask / give me recs! Fic recs, book recs, song recs—anything.

Rant, vent, share us something about you! Crushes, how your day was, how your week was. Tell us something you’d like to share.

Submit memes/videos and other forms of media you’d like to share. (I won’t be posting offensive ones.)

Keep your eyes peeled for announcements, drops, and releases! (Sneak peeks, discontinued work, and fun gifts.)

The event will be held from February 19th-25th. There will be no specific time frame to cater people living in different timezones. I really hope to see you guys flood my request box and for us to get to know each other more. Please, please, please come!

See you there! Love you.

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[lostpoetry91]

blair waldorf annual sleepover 🧦✨🌷💗💤🧸🪩⭐️🎀

#harry styles #late night talking music video #blair wardolf #blair waldorf annual sleepover

[shiny-rock-in-the-sand]

My uncontrollable urge to pull up and read the entire wikipedia page on spiderman every couple of hours is really messing with my cool girl persona

#BREAKING NEWS: local teen masquerades as normal girl to gain highschool popularity; is thwarted by inherent strangeness #its a problem guys i go to my sleepover with 10 other girls and pretend to know things about lululemon and harry styles #and then i come home and spend an hour ranting to my sister about the queer themes in the frankenstein story and shark teeth #and how we would fit into the multiverse in the spiderman into the spiderverse movies and shit idk how much longer i can keep the up #thats not to say i dont love my freinds i do love my freinds even the super basic ones (and being basic isn't a bad thing if your having fun #but good lord the lululemon store is not my natural habitat i'm doing s good job at hiding but i'm far too deranged for this really

[dukesmebby]

Hi honeybun💕 it's sleepover time!

🩰-Dance Party! As It Was by Harry Styles (have the lyrics tattooed on my thighs)

A little about me: 16 tattoos, piercings, Pisces, favorite color is yellow! Likes ducks, frogs, cows, strawberries, cherries and pansexual 💕🍓

hi honeyyy i’m sorry this took me so long i’ve been so busy<3

#hehe ily <33 #harry styles as it was #🩰dance party #kaits moodboard #dukesmebby sleepover celebration

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Y’all let’s talk about pornstar!harry and pornstar!y/n 😢

#we need to discuss y/n’s apartment #bc I know it’s so cute and pink and girly #their sleepovers are probably so cute 😢 #pornstar!harry #pornstar!y/n #Harry styles

[stylescine]

innocent yn who recently ost her virginity to h buying lingerie to impress him.

Warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), fingering

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There was something special about showing her how good sex could feel. Harry had taken his sweet time the first time they had been in bed together.

His lips had wandered over her body, his hands taking in every inch of her. Hickeys were placed on the insides of her thighs before his tongue had gotten familiar with her delicate core. He left nothing untouched and to see her as a writhing mess underneath him.

He held her afterwards, their naked bodies intertwined as he had gently caressed her hair.

Y/N had never felt this way. After Harry had fallen asleep, her mind seemed to replay the hour before, leaving her with goosebumps as she thought about the feeling of Harry inside of her. The sounds that had slipped past his lips and the way his hands had held her firmly in place.

Even days after their first time, she was wondering if she could top it up a notch. Every time they found themselves tangled together again, moans filling the room and her legs being left with uncontrollable shivers, she was thinking about stepping up her game and surprising Harry instead.

He kept showing her new things, new positions, more ways for her pleasure to unfold, so she was avidly thinking about what she could do.

She eventually decided to buy new lingerie for him. She decided on a one piece black lace set. It was also crotchless which she thought added a bit of spice to it. There were strings going from the bottom to the bra as well. Seeing herself with it in the mirror for the first time, made her smile almost instantly. Harry would definitely like this.

He was still playing a show tonight, so she was waiting for him in his dressing room as soon as the show ended. She was eager to get home with him and show him the surprise she had planned.

By the time they were home, Harry was already kissing over her neck, his hands exploring her body wherever he could as he pressed her against the closed front door behind them. A giggle escaped her lips and her hands buried in his curls, giving them a gentle tug. When his lips found the sensitive spot between her neck and jaw, she let out a sigh, leaning into his touch as his arms tightly wrapped around her waist to hold her.

"I can't wait to have you screaming tonight, darling," he whispered into her ear, teeth tugging on her earlobe gently. It was enough to send shivers through her entire body, to press her legs together and feel the desire building in her stomach.

"I have a surprise for you," she mumbled into the kiss which made Harry pull away ever so slightly. He raised his eyebrows at her, a curious look in his eyes. "You have?"

"But you have to wait in the bedroom for me," she explained briefly and Harry was quick to comply. He walked up the stairs ahead of her, disappearing in their shared bedroom.

Y/N headed for the bathroom instead, undressing herself until she could put on the lingerie set. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Now that the moment had come, she was slightly nervous that Harry wouldn't like it as much as she did.

She ruffled through her hair, before putting on some red lipstick as well. Harry had made her scream and shiver the past few days and now it was time for her to give him something back.

Harry was already in his underwear when she entered the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes visibly widening as soon as she walked into view.

"Holy shit," he mumbled. His eyes were frantically moving up and down her body as if he couldn't decide what to look at first. His cock was straining against his underwear and he was desperate to pull her close and fuck her while she was wearing that.

"Come here." His voice was hoarse now as he patted his lap. She walked over to him, sitting down sideways on his legs. "You're so beautiful, darling," he whispered into her ear as his hand travelled up her thigh. A sigh left her lips as his hand came closer and closer to her core, her legs naturally parting for him. His fingers moved through her folds gently, index teasing her clit with just a bit of pressure.

"Lay down, beautiful."

She didn't hesitate for another second, laying down in the middle of their huge bed. Harry took another moment to take her in, to take a look at her pink folds when she opened her legs. To take a look at the red on her cheeks as she watched him intently.

He then laid down between her legs, his head hovering over her pussy. His arms wrapped around her legs, keeping them spread apart as he started to kiss her thighs first. "Can't wait to get a taste you again, love."

She bucked her hips up in desperation. "You look so good in that underwear. Bought all of that for me, didn't you?" His voice was teasing while his finger moved through her wetness again.

She felt the nice stretch of his finger when he pushed it inside her. Her moans sounded through the room as he started to move it back and forth. He curled his finger upwards, searching for that sensitive spot inside her.

"You're so tight, my love. Going to fuck you so good again tonight."

He was clearly trying to urge her on some more. And it was working, as her hips started to desperately move against his finger, her body in need of so much more.

She let out a sigh when Harry removed his finger from her core. His eyes had darkened as he looked at her, expression drunken with lust.

He moved back to remove his underwear, his cock already visibly hard. "I need you. Looking so pretty tonight, baby," he mumbled as he settled between her legs, angling them up a bit to align his cock with her core.

Harry slowly pushed forward, a groan slipping from his lips when he was fully buried inside of her. "So good..." he mumbled, his head falling down to rest against her shoulder as he kissed over her neck, his hips thrusting forward slowly.

He used his right hand to support himself while his left one moved to her breast, kneading it under his palm.

"You drive me absolutely crazy with this."

Moans escaped her throat as Harry put her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her fast and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as his eyes roamed over her body, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. The way her breasts looked in that one piece, the way the sweat started to collect on her forehead.

His thrusts grew more frantic as the tension in her stomach became more and more. Her legs were shaking as he continued to fuck her, his nails digging into the soft skin of her thighs. She was getting closer and closer to that high, every thrust pushing her further to the edge.

His thumb found her clit, drawing circles around it.

"Come for me, pretty girl."

It was enough to throw her over the edge, her pussy tightening around him as he continued to lazily thrust into her. His orgasm followed soon after, his cum filling her as he buried himself inside her completely. Low moans slipped past his lips as he closed his eyes for a second while the pleasure was washing over him.

"You can wear this every day from now on."

She figured he had liked her little surprise.

#spicy sleepover #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #love on tour #fine line #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles headcanons #harry styles smut #harry styles concept #harry styles one shot

[cherryjuiceblues]

for the sleepover!!

just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx

✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.

You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.

You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.

Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.

“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.

“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”

You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”

Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.

“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.

Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.

“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.

Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”

He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).

Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.

When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.

sleepover tag!

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[gingeraleluke]

Hello, omg i absolutely love ur sweet sixteen, could u do one for me, please? im a libra and the crushes are: vinnie hacker, jacob day and harry styles, thank you very much!

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡:

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒!

you two are one of the easiest zodiac matches!

since you are both air signs, you two are constantly in sync and always agree on topics with the same point of view.

he was attracted by how carefree and graceful you are.

he loves having late night conversations with you and hearing your input always intrigues him.

you enjoy independence which he loves, making it so he never feels any weight or pressure from the relationship.

you both enjoy your alone time and are grateful that you can experience it with each other.

he gets you out of your comfort zone and makes you embrace your sexual side.

you both unfortunately struggle with insecurities and do often look to one another for reassurance.

you are both people pleasers and love making good appearances.

since you are ruled by venus, you tend to be more emotional than he is.

you try your best not to be clingy and definitely have to practice your independence at times.

he always follows your lead to ensure that you are comfortable.

you both understand each other well and are a match made in heaven!

most to least compatible:

harry>jacob>vinnie

COME JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #2k sleepover #sweet sixteen

[violetsandfluff]

24👀

Grapejuiceeeee 🤤

#sofie’s sleepover #🐌💌 #harry styles

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

FMK: Michael, Eddie, and Harry

Fuck: Eddie. Marry: Michael. K*ll: Harry. Harry is hot but also an Aquarius and I’ve already dealt with one Aquarius man in my life (my dad) and I only want one of those at a time. Lmao.

-H

#eddie munson #michael clifford #harry styles #sleepover #asks #answered

[avatar-anna]

Unknown Number

someone made a request about reader accidentally being given harry's number, but i accidentally deleted it, so if you requested it, here it is!

(the text chain will be from harry's point of view)

italics: y/n (unknown number)

bold: harry

Part Two

Part Three

Unknown Number (UN): heyy. i had a really good time the other night. maybe we could do it again sometime? xx (click to download image)

Harry Styles (HS): How did you get this number?

UN: you gave it to me?

UN: last night at the pub? marcus, right?

HS: No. You have the wrong number.

UN: is this a joke? are you fucking with me right now?

HS: No.

UN: oh my god

UN: i feel like such an idiot

UN: one of the first times a guy gives me his number at a bar and he gives me the wrong number

UN: probably on purpose too

UN: i should've known when he left his OWN APARTMENT the next morning but i was actually hopeful

UN: and now i've made an ass of myself here too. sorry to bother you i'll leave you alone. sorry again

(one hour later)

HS: It's okay. Sorry about that guy. Sounds like a jerk.

(twenty minutes later)

UN: it's fine, i guess

UN: i wasn't in love with him or anything but he could've had the decency of expressing his disinterest himself instead of hiding behind a fake number.

HS: That is quite a dick move.

HS: I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting that text. I didn't open the picture either by the way.

UN: thank you. for a moment i was worried i was messaging a creep, but hopefully you're not a creep

UN: i mean you could be still and i'd have no idea

UN: maybe i should stop texting you

(ten minutes later)

HS: I'm not a creep.

UN: that's exactly what a creep would say

HS: I don't really know how to prove it to you. You're the one who sent me a photo of yourself half naked. You could be the creep.

UN: you said you didn't open it!

HS: I was trying to be polite!

UN: great now some 40 year old living in his parents basement has one of my nudes

HS: I'm not 40! And I don't live in my parents basement

UN: you text like an old man

HS: wuld u rather i txt like ths???

UN: no but i'm just saying i don't know many people my age who use proper punctuation in text messages

HS: Well I might not be your age, but I'm certainly not 40

UN: "certainly not." you're right. you sound like my grandpa

HS: I suddenly regret restarting a conversation with you

UN: you know despite the fact that you might be catfishing me, i've enjoyed this. i feel like i'm doing what all the other teen girls did in high school at sleepovers

HS: So you're out of high school.

UN: creep!

HS: You outed yourself, that's not on me.

UN: you...might be right

UN: can you tell me something about yourself to make it even? there's always a possibility that you could be lying and i have no reason to trust you, but...idk i feel like i can

HS: Well that's stupid.

HS: But I suppose since I've already seen you partially naked...

UN: i'm blocking your number

HS: My first name is H, and I'm 20 years old.

UN: h? just the letter h?

HS: You could be a creep too for all I know

UN: fair enough. i'm june

HS: Full name? Wow, you really are a dummy.

UN: don't get your 60 year old panties in a twist. it's a nickname

HS: June is a nickname?

HS: And I'm not 60.

UN: june. june bug. that's what the folks call me

HS: Folks? Now who sounds old?

UN: whatever

(thirty minutes later)

HS: Well, it was nice talking to you, June. June bug.

UN: you too h

(three days later)

June (J): you're a guy right?

HS: I'm sorry?

J: well when i first texted you i thought you were a guy, but you weren't THAT guy, so i have no idea

J: i just assumed but i thought i would ask

J: plus i need solicited guy advice and if you're not a creep i would really appreciate it

HS: We're back to me being a creep?

J: it's a risk every time i text you

J: so? are you a dude?

HS: Yes.

J: great! can i ask you something?

HS: Um...I guess...

J: ok. would you ever get offended if a woman covered their drink during a conversation with you?

HS: I'm not following...

J: like say we're at a bar and we're talking and i turn my head away for some reason but i put my hand over my drink until i look back at you to prevent it from being spiked. would you be offended by that?

HS: No. Why?

J: see? i don't think that's unreasonable. some loser got mad at me for doing that. well EXCUSE ME for not immediately trusting the guy i matched with on tinder

J: who was not as cute in real life i might add

HS: You don't have the best taste in guys.

J: that is not advice!

HS: Okay, here's my advice: don't swipe right on guys who have mirror selfies in their profile.

J: ...

J: ok fair enough but it's not like prince charmings are falling from the sky. it's hard out here

HS: I'm sure.

J: what you don't have the same problem?

HS: I don't really date.

J: in like a douchey way? are you one of those guys who say they just fuck?

HS: I just don't have time for dating, I guess.

J: so no special someone?

HS: No.

(four hours later)

HS: If you asked for advice, does that mean I can too?

(one hour later)

J: sorry i was at work

J: and i don't see why not

HS: What do you think about guys who wear skinny jeans?

J: hm...i think styled right it could be nice

J: YSL is kind of pushing the whole skinny jeans and chelsea boots thing which might eventually trickle down to the losers i match with on tinder so...why not? i say dress how you want

J: any guy who has a good sense of style is sexy to me

J: sorry if that wasn't the answer you were looking for

HS: Yes and no. I've been experimenting with different styles. Sometimes I get a little in my head about it.

J: doesn't everyone?

HS: I guess you're right.

HS: Do you follow fashion shows and things like that?

HS: That's not too personal, is it?

J: no, but it's kind of embarrassing

HS: Not as embarrassing as sending a complete stranger a picture of yourself in your bra

J: harsh...but fair

J: fashion is kind of my religion

J: i'm trying to become a stylist. keyword trying

HS: That's cool!

J: tell that to my family

HS: they don't support you?

J: nope! but i'm gonna do it anyway!

HS: Do you have a favorite designer?

J: it kinda depends on the year and who was creative director at the time, but the first time i got my hands on vintage vivienne westwood i was hooked

J: you?

HS: I'm just starting to explore the fashion world I guess you could say.

J: well lucky for you i happen to be a bit of an encyclopedia when it comes to house codes

HS: House codes?

J: oh boy. i hope you're comfortable. we might be here a while

(two days later)

HS: Have you ever had rumors spread about you?

J: i don't think so

J: oh wait! in eighth grade this girl in my class told everyone i made out with a boy at the school dance which was NOT true

J: it was just a peck

HS: Naughty.

J: it was harmless. why do you ask?

HS: There's a rumor going around about me. It's just frustrating when people actually believe it. sometimes it gets to the point where i start to believe it myself.

J: i'm sorry. i won't pry or anything, but i know what it feels like to not be understood

HS: I just hate the feeling of being under a microscope. It's exhausting. I feel like my life isn't my own sometimes.

J: that sucks

J: sorry that was in no way helpful, but i don't really know what to say. is there someone you can talk to about this?

HS: ...

J: oh! i actually feel kind of honored

J: well, obviously i don't know the whole situation, but maybe try and surround yourself with people who don't scrutinize you so much?

HS: Easier said than done.

J: true but i think if you have a solid group of people who know you and understand you and like you for who you are, it's easier to deal with things like rumors and being under the proverbial microscope, you know?

J: and don't be afraid to get rid of the toxic people in your life! it's not easy but you'll be better off in the long run

HS: sometimes it's hard to tell who's toxic and who's not

J: start with the people who would never believe a rumor about you, or the ones who would never START one about you

HS: Well said, June Bug.

J: thanks! maybe i should entertain a career in counseling

(one month later)

HS: Why June Bug?

J: i was born in the summer. it was a nickname my grandparents gave me. been called that ever since

HS: That's sweet.

J: there are worse nicknames i suppose. i have a cousin that got stuck with chip because he used to stuff his face like a chipmunk when he was little

HS: Yikes.

J: you're telling me

(three weeks later)

J: have you ever danced alone in your bedroom to stevie nicks?

HS: Have you?

J: i have, and can i just say she does NOT get enough credit as a songwriter?

HS: Edge of Seventeen?

J: edge of seventeen

J: i went on a date last week with a guy who had the AUDACITY to call her music mediocre

HS: You didn't see him again did you?

J: ...

HS: June!

J: just once! and only because he had really nice hands

HS: I don't get how that would make you stay with a stevie hater...

J: REALLY nice hands ;)

HS: You disappoint me sometimes.

J: ;))))

(fifteen minutes later)

J: hey you never answered my question about dancing in your room!

HS: ...No comment...

(one week later)

J: you ever been in love, h?

HS: I can't say that I have. Have you?

J: no ://

J: i think i want it too much. i've always just been in love with the idea of falling in love, you know?

J: but the reality isn't what i thought it would be

HS: I'm sorry.

HS: It probably won't help but I'm sure you'll find someone. You seem like a great person. Anyone would be lucky to be with you.

J: aw h you're making me blush!

HS: But perhaps you should stop looking for love on a hookup app

J: annnd good feeling gone

(two weeks later)

HS: Guess who has two thumbs and got invited to Paris Fashion Week!

J: no fair!

J: and that joke doesn't work if i can't see you point to yourself. it doesn't work period

HS: I will let that slide because I know you're just jealous.

J: are you kidding me? OF COURSE i'm jealous! i can't believe you get to see Alessandro Michele's work up close

HS: Who?

J: don't think because we only communicate through text that i can't strangle you

HS: Relax. I'm only joking.

HS: Alessandro is a friend ;))

(ten minutes later)

J: sorry i just had to scream into my pillow

J: what exactly do you do again?

HS: I told you. I work in the industry.

J: but that could mean anything! the cosmetics industry, the movie industry, the meat packing industry...

HS: Meat packing?

J: you know what i mean!

HS: I do a lot of PR.

J: see. that wasn't so hard now was it?

HS: Can I go back to gloating?

J: only if you promise to give me a full report afterwards you go to all the shows

HS: Deal.

(four days later)

HS: Favorite movie?

J: that's hard...

J: it's probably cliche but the devil wears prada

HS: Good choice.

J: what about you?

HS: The Notebook.

J: really?

HS: Yes. Why?

J: do you say that to impress girls or because it's actually your favorite?

HS: Would you rather I have said a film with lots of car chases?

J: no

J: but i went out with a guy who was a film major once

HS: Is that a bad thing?

J: let's just say it won't be happening again

J: he thought he was superior for disliking popular movies. i hate that

HS: Well, I love The Notebook and I love Ryan Gosling

J: now THAT is something we can agree on!

(six weeks later)

J: BIG NEWS

J: LIKE HUGE

J: GROUNDBREAKING

HS: And here I was thinking you forgot about me.

J: i texted you yesterday

HS: You asked me if my dick could move on its own.

J: a legitimate question! i nearly had a heart attack when i saw it in person

J: but i was also weirdly fascinated. my question was purely scientific!

HS: You said you had news?

J: right!

(twenty minutes later)

HS: Are you making me wait to create anticipation?

J: no sorry i got a phone call.

J: i got my first real gig as a stylist

HS: That's great! Congratulations!

J: thanks

HS: You don't sound excited anymore. What happened to all caps?

J: my mother happened

HS: Still not on board, then?

J: she told me it was a waste of time and that i should get a real job

HS: You're still gonna take it though right?

J: i don't know. maybe she's right. the pay is less than ideal. more like i'm being paid in experience, and it's not the clientele i was imagining...

HS: But it's a foot in the door, right? That's something.

J: i guess

HS: Make connections. Get good references. And who knows, you might actually enjoy yourself.

J: you're right.

J: it's for some up and coming band that's going on tour. pretty sure i was what they could afford

HS: Don't sell yourself short. You're gonna do great.

J: thanks. i hardly even know you and you're currently my biggest supporter

HS: What happened to Bill?

J: ancient history

HS: What was wrong with him? He seemed nice.

J: yeah

J: his girlfriend thought so too.

HS: On behalf of all men: Sorry. We truly are the worst.

J: agreed. what about you? still single?

HS: Yes, though people keep trying to set me up on dates.

J: the horror!

HS: Ha ha

HS: I just want to meet someone on my own terms.

J: i get that

J: i just want to meet someone who's actually a decent human being

HS: I'll be on the lookout.

(three weeks later)

J: i think i've decided that tour life is not for me

HS: oh?

J: yeah. sitting on a bus for hours and hours with only myself to keep me company? no thanks

HS: it can't just be you on the bus can it?

J: no but i have a hard time making friends right away. and a lot of the crew for this tour are older than me

HS: are your clients nice at least?

J: yeah. one of them tried to hit on me, which i guess i should take as a compliment, but i am on the clock. no flirting for me

HS: a professional then. or are you not into the musician type?

J: not sure. i haven't dated one before

J: i told you that the other day

HS: right. must've slipped my mind

HS: but back to taste in men. is it all about looks for you or do you like funny guys?

HS: are you the type to sleep with someone on the first date? because i feel like that's very telling about a girl

J: who is this?

HS: what do you mean? it's me

J: it's not. you're not texting like a middle aged woman and you're acting like a total ass

HS: Sorry. I thought I'd try something new. And I was just curious. Can't blame a guy for asking right? You did send some guy you barely knew a picture of yourself

HS: It was very wholesome by the way. Maybe try a little more skin next time and you'll get the response you want. You can practice here if you'd like.

J: oh my god

HS: What?

J: this was a mistake. i'm such an IDIOT

J: was this some kind of prank?

J: whoever you are, you're sick

J: don't text me again

HS: June, I'm so sorry. That was my friend he was just being stupid.

HS: Last time I leave my phone anywhere.

HS: June?

HS: June please.

HS: That wasn't me I swear!

HS: I'm sorry.

(three weeks later)

HS: Day 21 of trying to get you to respond.

HS You probably blocked me which is fine. I don't blame you.

HS: But if you DO happen to read these and are just ignoring me...

HS: I'm sorry. Again. For like the millionth time.

J is typing...

HS: June?

J: i should've blocked you

HS: Why didn't you?

J: because as insane as it sounds, you've become a close friend

HS: I feel the same. I'm really sorry about before. I swear it was one of my mates. I would never say something like that.

J: that's what makes this whole thing crazy! i don't actually know you, so how do i know if i can trust you?

HS: I mean you even noticed that he wasn't texting like me. I would never ask you questions like that, June. I never have.

HS: And I do NOT text like a middle aged woman by the way

J: i guess that's true

J: i think it just doubled down the fact that we don't actually know each other. this whole thing is ridiculous if you think about it too long. it gives me a headache sometimes.

J: i know we've joked about it but...this could be potentially dangerous

HS is typing...

HS: I could send you a voice note.

J: you would do that?

HS: You're right. This whole thing is ridiculous but...I don't know, I trust you, and I consider you a friend.

J: a friend you say?

HS: That's all I'm willing to admit for one day

J: and what about tomorrow?

HS is typing...

HS (voice recording): Maybe tomorrow I'll admit a little more.

(one day later)

Y/n hated how much her stomach flipped every time her phone pinged with a new message.

It was so reckless and dangerous and utterly ridiculous. She didn't know who H was, she didn't even know what time zone he lived in, and yet she felt like she knew him.

And after hearing his deep voice—deep British voice—on the voice recording, Y/n determined that he wasn't some creep in his forties like she'd originally thought.

Since sending that voice recording, they'd sent each other messages like that all night. And by all night she meant all night. They stayed up late sending voice recordings back and forth. It was the longest conversation they'd held to date, which was surprising considering that they often missed each other during certain hours. Just based on what hours of the day they texted the most, Y/n figured H lived somewhere in Europe, which gave her peace of mind considering he couldn't exactly kidnap her if he was a whole ocean away. But the last couple weeks their schedules seemed to be lining up, though Y/n chalked it up to all the traveling she'd been doing lately.

One thing she was certain of was that she adored H's voice. It was soft and deep, but got raspier the longer they spoke. And at times he would whisper in his messages, like he had to keep his voice down. The hushed tones made her shiver.

Y/n didn't call H, and he never offered. But she wanted to, boy did she want to. No matter how terrifying that thought was. A full-fledged phone call seemed more...real to Y/n. With the messages, she and H were still in their little bubble. It was stupid, but she needed that bit of separation. She was becoming attached to someone she'd never met.

Walking through the halls of a stadium in Canada, Y/n pulled up past conversations with H. It was too embarrassing to admit to anyone out loud, but she felt like she really knew him. He was endearing, had a silly sense of humor, had good taste in music, and was honest. Well, as honest as either of them could be. Outside of the one slip up with H's friend, Y/n believed what he said to her over text. Maybe that made her naive, but their conversations were legit. He felt like a friend, and she knew he felt similarly.

Maybe tomorrow I'll admit a little more.

Y/n had no idea what that could mean. She of course knew what she wanted it to mean, but what she wanted rarely ever lined up with reality.

Y/n looked up from her phone to make sure she didn't pass the right door. The one in front of her read, Harry Styles in big bold lettering. She quickly hurried past and continued down the hall to where the dressing room for Five Seconds of Summer was.

Harry Styles was a bit of an enigma. Even though she was on the same tour as him and One Direction, Y/n hardly ever saw him. And when she did, his nose was always in his phone, completely closed off to the world around him. He just had this vibe that said, "don't talk to me," and Y/n received that message loud and clear. The Five Seconds of Summer boys seemed to get on with all the members of One Direction, but Y/n usually made herself scarce whenever they came by the dressing room, for no other reason than too much testosterone in one room.

"You want to come out after the show, Harry?" Y/n heard one of the boys ask. Michael.

"Um...No. I think I'll have to pass tonight, boys. Sorry."

"What? Big date tonight?"

"Something like that."

Y/n felt frozen to the linoleum floor. She knew that voice. She'd spent all night listening to that voice.

"Holy shit."

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[madebyrolo]

Holding me and holding back

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Pt.2 Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

Read Pt.1 here

she/her

Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?

Obx masterlist

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

You pulled into the Tanny Hill driveway, you parked leaving your sleeping bag and stuff in the car because you didn’t know where this night was gonna lead.

You planned on confronting Rafe, the whole tire thing was absolutely insane.

You starting walking up to the door as Rafe was already waiting for you. He opened the door and greeted you with a bear hug and kiss on your lips.

The mint taste feeling like home.

“Where’s your stuff?” He asks “aren’t you spending the night?” Rafe sounded concerned.

“Maybe, my bags in the car just in case.” You say rubing your thumb across his knuckles.

“Okay come on, I set up a movie in the screening room. Sarah’s gone she’s off with Topper, wheezy at a sleepover and my dad trusts us enough to leave us alone” he smiles leading you to the room.

You and Rafe lay on the gigantic bean bag. One had wrapped around you and the other using the remote.

“Okay we can watch scream, mean girls, don’t worry darling-”

“Don’t worry darling.” You say without even considering the other options

“Alright should’ve know, Harry styles is in the movie….” He sighs giving you a tight squeeze.

You guys are into the movie, Rafes eye are glued on the screen and you’re deep into your thoughts.

You and Rafe have being a “thing” since April.

Never in your life you would be in a situationship with the kook king, Rafe Cameron.

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—flashback—

You're a pouge yourself, working as a bev cart girl at the golf course. The job is easy and the tips are ever better. Tipsy old men with a girl in the skirt is like the money-mouth emoji.

That were you met Rafe of course.

You were covering for your other employee, she was over 21 and she could actually handle the alcohol legally but some how the mangers didn't care that one day. You were doing your loops and happened to meet your best tippers, who usually have $20+ they were easy in a way, but not that day.

"Look it's our favorite doll!" The oldest one said.

"Good to see you too Mr.Adams!" you say with a fake smile plaster on your face.

"Honey, what did I say call me Paul!" Mr Adams said playfully.

"Okay Paul, what would you and these gentlemen like today?" You said getting out the cart and pulling open the coolers.

"Arnold Palmer, needs some of his luck if I wanna win this bet with Andrew" Mr Adams winked

"throw in a splash vodka too"

As you began pouring the vodka Mr Adams kept saying "a little more..."

"Might as well made it a longgg Island" you joked earning fits of chuckles from the tipsy men.

"I'll take a beer" Andrew aka Mr.Gage asked

"And I'll get your number sweet heart" the bald one said checking your ass out.

You pulled it down praying there was gonna be no breeze to help fill out his fansistes. You gave them their drinks about to turn around to enter your cart as the bald one grabbed your wrist.

“I didn’t get what I ask for.” He said leaning in with the smell of wiskey heavy on his breath.

“Sir let me go.” You said with your head down trying to fight your wrist back.

The other men were laughing, sipping their drinks watching their friend miserably hit on you.

“Darling I’m not gonna ask you again.” He said squeezing tighter.

You were about to risk them seeing your paintes to kick this bald bitch in the dick but right before you could lift your leg the man fell right in front of you with a grunt.

As you watch him go down you saw an another dude behind him, and that being Rafe Cameron.

He had a golf club, which you connected that he hit him with. You can see the mark of dirt and grass on the back of his shirt.

“You want another one?” Rafe said looking down at the man as he turned to face him.

But all he could hear with groans, the man bareley being able to get a word out.

“I’m not gonna ask you again.” He ordered.

And with that Rafe slammed the golf club right between his dick. Barely hitting it but enough to scare him.

He yelled as he rolled down the hill as his friend run away.

“I’ll make sure you never set foot in this club, or any club on this island again.” Rafe yelled at them.

You shook your head trying process what just happened, or what could’ve happened. Your legs shaking from the thoughts and your arm being red from the “man's” grip.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked.

You heard stories of the boy, him being played as this big scary guy from Jayj and the fights you heard involving your friends and others.

“Um yeah I guess, thank you Rafe.” You said avoiding eye contact. You didn’t want him to see the tears building up in your eyes.

“Hey kid.” He said lifting up your chin to see the tears spilling down your cheek. “Here let me help you in, I’ll drive you back to the house, we’ll get your stuff and I’ll take you home.” Rafe offered as he guiding you to the passenger seat of the cart.

As he got in he started the cart slowly driving. Whiping the melted mascara, trying to get yourself together before you have to face your manager.

“You know their names right?” Rafe asked as he looked over at you.

“Uh yeah all of them except the one that grabbed me.” You said trying not to cry again.

“It’s alright I bet you $100 I’ll get it within the next 30 minutes.” He said with a small laugh trying to ease the tension.

“Thank you Rafe, if you didnt get there in time I would’ve had to kick him, giving them the view they wanted” you said with a breathy laugh wiping the rest of your tears.

“Would’ve been one hell of a kick girl!” He said placing his hand on top of yours.

In a way it felt comforting, scary cause you barely knew the kid but he wasn’t a complete stranger.

Soon you were in the passenger seat of his truck, and with a $100 bill in your pocket from the bet he made.

“Can’t believe you got them banned practically everywhere.” You said with a small laugh.

“Oh and they donated 100k to the club all together too. And here’s your tip” He smiled to himself handing over $520 in bills.

“Snagged them from their wallets” he said giving you a wink.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” you scoff in amazement counting the cash.

He’s driving along the beach to the side of the island he swore to never ever to be on. The sun was setting creating a warm ambiance with “3005” by childish Gambino playing from his playlist.

“Great music taste” you complement trying to change the topic.

“Mmm thanks, I take pride in it.” He hummed “you listen to childish gambino?”

“Um the one and only Troy Barnes ? Yes I do girl” you giggle.

“I love the community, it’s so good. I haven’t done my annual rewatch yet.” He said taking a quick glance at you before focusing on the road again.

“Omg me too. Although I can never get myself to finish season 6 because it’s just boring without Donald glover and the problematic old man.” You say looking out the window watching the sun set.

“You have to come over and watch it soon. We can have a little watch party” Rafe offers as he pulls into your neighborhood.

“Yeah I’ll like that.” You say locking eyes with eachother.

Soon he parks into your driveway. You began unbuckling before he speaks up.

“So you’re down to come over one day? Netflix and chill or what not.” He laughs with blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yeah it’s a date” you say with blush now matching you both.

“Hey I wanna thank you again. I genuinely don’t know what I would’ve done without my knight in shiny golf club” you joked

“Don’t sweat it, besides I’m glad you’re okay y/n .” He said nudging your shoulder as you let go of the seat belt.

“So are you gonna give me your number or…” you joked.

“Oh yeah yeah my bad. Here type yours in” he said handing you his phone.

As you enter it you hand it back.

“What emoji you want by your name ?” he ask trying hard not to have you go.

“A princess would be nice ‘cause you were my prince today.” You give a dopey smile to him.

“Perfect.” He said entering it in before turning his phone off.

The car is filled with silence with his music barely being able to fill your ears.

He looks at your eyes before going down to your lips, you also doing the same.

Next thing you know they’re a warm touch on your lips. And your hands are tangled in Rafes hair.

You break the almost minute long kiss, you have to enter your house at some point.

“Thank you Rafe.” You said before your open the door.

“No thank you y/n. I’ll text you when I get home” he said as you shut the door.

He watched you enter your home before driving off home.

You run into your parents on the couch.

“What are you doing home, I thought you didn’t get off till 7?” Your mom ask

“They let me off early ” you say as your enter your room.

You lay in bed thinking about the eventful night.

Screw the bald man, you just made out with Rafe fucking Cameron.

— end of flashback—

Ever since that day you have been so grateful for Rafe. Even though you guys aren’t exclusive you both knew better not to touch another breathing thing.

He was a sweetheart, to you at least. He always payed for the food, little (big) gifts here and there, sleep overs ever weekend, driving you to world, picking you up from work, hanging out after work.

You two were inseparable.

It was fun behind doors, but the second you were with the rest of the pouges you were nothing more.

Him and his on going “war” with John b and jayj for no reason other then social class. He would call the others out with names and insults laced with venom but never said a thing to you. He couldn't even find the words.

One time he called jayj white trash and made fun of John b for having a dead dad, them literally millimeters away from a fight before you called him out for being obsessed with them, throwing in a gay joke.

He looked at you with soft eyes before throwing a small insult to throw the rest off.

“Okay princess, go make tips with your boobs.” he said leaving everyone confused for the “insult” he threw at you.

And with that he left without a fight.

“Okay so I get called a slut and you get called out for boobs?” kie said offended watching the boy walk away.

“I mean she does have nice boobs…” jayj whispered before Pope smacking the back of his head.

You giggled at the old memory,

But the feeling of guilt washes over you.

Rafe and his buddies always messing with the pouges, you’re bestfriend. The name calling with bruises and vandalism to prove it.

Where does your loyalty lie?

Rafe perks up with the sound of your giggles

“Okay are your giggling at her being crush by glass walls right now?” he asks

“No no it's something else.” you say looking off to the side.

“Actually pause the movie, I wanna talk about something” you say as he grabs the remote.

“Uh okay, so what's up.” he ask with thoughtful eyes.

“So I know we've been sneaking around for a while now-”

“Well I wouldn't call it sneaking around, you've met my parents and vise versa” he said with a nervous laugh

“Yeah i guess but our friends Rafe. If mine find out about us I don't know what they would do”

“Why do you care what they think?” he ask

“Cause you just ruined Kies car…”

“Well she deserved it”

“What did she even do?? We were just having pizza for crying out loud.”

“Oh didnt know jj was pizza…” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

“Oh so this is about jj.”

“I’m just saying if he wasn’t all up on your the night wouldn’t have ended like this!”

“First of all, nothing happend, second of all if it was jjs fault why did you destroy Kiara’s car!”

“Like she couldn’t get it fix, she a kook too you know!”

“You slashed her ties Rafe! Money or not that’s still a despicable thing to do?? She’s completely innocent and she’s never did a thing to you yet your terrorize her? How would she ever react if I tell her? ‘Oh you're fucking y/n? Okay that's fine u forgive you for the slut shaming and destroying my car yay!!’ is that what you think she'll do?” you argue.

“Well if they're the real friend you claim they are they wouldn't care! They'll be happy ur happy!!” he said back

“And Jj? The bruises he has on his back won't disappear the moment you come out hand in hand with me.” you say

“Why who you care what jj would think huh? I see you guys all up on eachother especially after today. What do you think that makes me feel? Seeing you all touchy touchy right in front of my eyes knowing I can’t do a thing about it!” He

“He wiped fucking sauce of my face Rafe.” You say

“I see the way he looks at you! He’s totally into you he’s like a 12 year old, practically drooling over you! Every time I come around you guys he steps in front of you, guarding you from me always with some time of body part on you. Every time I look back after I leave he’s giving you hugs or some bull shit.”

“Is this really about jj Rafe? He’s my bestfriend, brother even! We grew up together and hes seen and been physical with you of course he’s gonna get protective!” you say ruffling your hair

“Rafe are you jealous of him?”

“What? No, no he’s a pouge, he has nothing against me. I-I can practically buy him if I wanted too.” He said

“Screw them you're happy with me alright?” he said trying to change the subject.

“Rafe we aren't even-” you didn't even know what to say. Together? He sure acts like you can't sit by a guy especially at a party.

“What y/n? Official? Dating? Cause these past 3 months have been nothing but perfect for me!” Rafe said trying to make you feel bad.

“Thats the thing Rafe! I wake up in your bed then end the night talking shit with the pouges! Thats not normal, healthy! It's far from perfect can't you see that?” tears began to well up in both of your eyes. “You can't even call me your girlfriend.”

“We can never have a sweet date that doesn’t involve me ducking under a table or you hiding in the bathroom Rafe. We always have to have a small dinner or another movie marathon at Tammy hill, I just want at least a peaceful day at the park or the board walk.” you cry.

“Belive me y/n i want too, do you know how many girls never make it to tannyhill? Only the back seat or a trashy motel room.” he said

“Oh thanks for that image-” you say as your getting up from the bean bag

“Y/n stops that's not what I'm trying to say.” He huffs trying to collect his tears, grabbing your hands into his.

“The moment I first saw you, you were surfing with jj. It pissed me off that you were with him out of all people. but then my eyes landed back on you and all that anger went away. I wish I could explain it, how I feel. You're the only person I find tolerable in this world. When we first officially met on the golf course, the circumstances obviously could've been better” he said with a small laugh

“But you and me sitting in my truck, driving you home felt so, normal. Like it was meant to be. It felt like I've done it a million times even though I was so nervous. If you get what I'm trying to say y/n is that I like you. I want you in my life, as a friend, girlfriend or even the Bev cart girl. But I really hope you take the girlfriend title”

“Rafe….”

“Y/n these 3 months have meant everything to me and I hope for many more. Y/n will you be my girlfriend?

“But the pouges-”

“Screw them, this is about you and me princess” he said looking for something in your eyes.

And it was lust.

You smash your lips onto his, hands tangled into each other hair.

Rafe pulls you onto his lap letting his hands roam all over your body, slowly trying to get your shirt off.

As you began shifting on his lap to tease the poor kook, he starts sliding his hands underneath your shit cupping your breast.

“Let’s take this upstairs yeah?” Rafe offers in between kisses.

“Aren’t your parents up there.” You mumble with your lips still on his.

“Guess we just have to be quiet huh princess?” He says cupping your face, soon getting up.

As you guys walk out the screening room he picks you up bridal style causing fit of giggles.

Finally in his room he puts you on his bed towering over you once again starting a make out sesh.

—flashback—

Rafe and you were on the beach, walking along the sunset after you first date.

You guys went to an arcade in on the mainland so none one can spot you guys.

The date was fun, you never knew this side of Rafe or Rafe in general. The Rafe who let you win in air hockey, who helped you make baskets in basketball, the Rafe would spent all of his tickets on a stuff animal for you.

Everything the pouges describing him to be was far from this Rafe.

Did they have the right to say all those nasty things about him? Yes 100% but you never had it happen to you. The worst thing he’s ever done to you before this whole relationship happened was dirty looks, he never once said or did anything bad to you.

In a way you felt terrible, you were betraying your bestfriends. Yes you felt guilty, but boy were you in love. You hate to admit it, being in love let alone being in love with Rafe Cameron.

One kiss and you instantly metled.

The first being shared in the beach, where you and Rafe went after the ferry ride back.

It was a beautiful May sunset, the weather was finally warm enough for shorts on the beach. Obx winters felt way longer than anywhere els.

You were walking hand in hand with the stuffy you got. Rafe was sharing small stories of from his childhood.

“And so when Rose came out the bathroom she had hot pink hair and very orange skin! She looked like one of those troll dolls from the 90s.” He said laughing.

You guys then sat in a rock, in the between the long grass and daisys sprouted around.

“I remember this one time I manage to actually pull of a prank on jj” you laughs to yourself recalling the memories, Rafe tensing at the boys name but you never noticed.

“I blew up a shit ton of ballon’s and cut open a mattress and replace the insides with ballon’s and I also did it too his pillow. So I know jj jumps onto the bed everytime so the night when he went to sleep I was in the living room and we all heard the big pops and a uncanny high pitched scream from jj.” You say completely losing it.

“Oh so you’re one tough cookie huh?” He said playfuly while you trying to collecting yourself.

“Honestly I didn’t think it would work” you say looking at him.

You guys sat on the rock, waves crashing and the sunset creating the perfect warm atmosphere.

Rafe look down to your lips, you looking at his. His eyes looked into yours asking for permission without saying a word, you nodded and he started to move in closer.

You connected your lips with his.

The kiss sent electric waves downs your spine. Nothing els really matter, everything that once clouded your mind just melted away as you melted into him.

The taste of mint and lemonade.

The kiss was semi short, you both didn’t wanna part but the look in yours eyes made it seem worth it. Rafe swore he could’ve seen stars in yours eyes.

That was the first kiss of many.

Who knew mint could be such a sweet flavor.

— end of flashback—

You’re clothes are fully off, Rafes on top sliding two fingers in and out of you

“Taking my fingers so good Baby” he teased.

His favorite thing has to be fingering because he can’t get over how pathetic it is that you are clenching over practically nothing.

“More Rafe” you can barely get out. now with 4 fingers in.

Rafes pumping back and forth, lips on your breast sending chills down your spine.

As you get tighter and tighter Rafe takes note that you’re about to finish so he picks up his face and tugging on your nips to get you there quicker.

You let out whimpers trying to hold in your moans.

“Such a good girl.”

As you finally reach the first orgasam for the night you quickly grab Rafes free hand covering your mouth muffling the moan.

“Fuck Rafe” you say as he flips you guys over with you now on top.

You send trails of kissing down his body, grabbing his hard dick sliding your fingers over the tip.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look like this” you say as you staring going up and down his dick looking him in the eye.

“You should see my angle babe” he soft chuckles, buckling his hips.

“Needy” you say putting the lip in your mouth.

You’re head going up and down, trying to take his length in one hole. Reaching the tip you swirling your tounge on it looking up up Rafe that has a smirk on it watching you.

Your hands cupping his balls as Rafe throws his head back.

“Mhmmm fuck y/n” Rafe placing a hand on top of your head slowing pushing down.

“I wanna hear you.” He said as your start gagging.

Deep and deeper you get him both turning you on even more.

You press your legs together as his breathing starts getting more intense.

Before Rafe can finish he pulls you off, yanking you on him before putting it in.

“Remember not too lound princess.” He starts lowering you into his cock. The tip so red its pulsing.

You start to slide down his dick, your body feeling like it’s the first time again.

The way he stretches you out making your brain go numb.

“Oh fuck-” you say as your barely on it.

“Come on princess you can take it, you’ve done it before” he said as he guides your hips.

You moan as you completely take him in. Your hips connect to his, you take a minute to let your body adjust.

Soon your start moving up and down

The feeling of your tight pussy making Rafes mind go haywire.

The slow pace wasn’t enough so Rafe starts bucking his hips into you trying to make you go faster and taking note you did.

Rafe watched as your tits bounced, his hand reaching for your nipples as he begins to twist them.

Your moans being made into whimpers

The feeling of Rafe pelvis hitting your clit makes you go faster, the way his tips perfectly hitting your g spot.

But his length makes is tiring.

“Rafe help.” You pled.

Rafe lifs you up by your waist as he begins pounding you himself.

“Love it when I fuck you huh baby?” He says as he pounds you.

You’re knees began to weak as the familiar sensation that overtakes your body.

The way Rafe easily slides in and out, him being inside you feeling so normal. Like his dick was meant for you. Always surprised how it’s able to fit.

As you grab one of his pillows to drown out the moan messing he’s leaving you in, the tighter you get the more fast he is.

“Rafe..” you gulp as your legs shake.

“I know baby, cum with him.” He grunts.

You free a hand and begging rubbing your clit in fast circular motions, throwing the pillow to the side.

You bit on your lips to hold in the moans so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were gonna be bruised later.

Soon enough you reach your climax, legs shaking and giving up on as aquejen on Rafe as he shoots his load in you.

Both in sweaty and hot you fall into him.

Nothing if your body’s conlasping on the king size matress bento you.

You roll off of him trying to catch your breath, with him doing the same with grunts in the middle.

You look at him admiring the high he gave you before he also turns to look at you.

You let out a little giggle before he pulls you in laying together.

“Are you still jealous of jj now?.”

“Oh shut it.”

-time skip-

You wake up in the king size bed if Rafe, the sheets smelling like him.

As you turn to reach for the boy you're met with nothing.

You began to grab your phone, as you reach for it there's a note

Ran out for breakfast princess, your clothes are in the dresser.

You turn to look around a spot a brand new dresser you've never seen before. How the hell did you miss that.

Hope you like it, it has a built in jewelry storage :)

Damn you Rafe. Time like these you wished your friends saw.

You get up and throw a shirt on that you found on the floor.

You open up the drawers you see he organizated it himself. On the top is your undergarments, then tops, bottoms and PJs (the clothes you took from him)

You grab a pair of clothes which included a new Victoria secret set and head to take a shower.

As you stand under the waterfall showerhead, you can't help but what your friends are doing right now.

You grab the Redken shampoo Rafe bought and lather your hair. The only way you could afford it is if you bought it at tj maxx.

Soon you're out, you change and as you began brushing your teeth you get a text.

Rafe 🕶️: Hey just ran into Jj

Rafe 🕶️ : I think we should wait a little longer to break the news

You sigh.

You: Rafe what did you do.

Rafe 🕶️: lets just say he needs to think before he makes a comment on my girl.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

I literally hate writing smut 👎

Sorry for the long awaited pt2

Please ignore any typos 💁

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