#harry fluff

[lisaahs]

“Oh bunny,what are you doing to me?”

Bunny🐰

Summary: On October 31st, Harry performs at Madison Square Garden while deeply missing his girlfriend. After texting her all day with no reply, he grows worried and longs to see her. After the show, he returns to his hotel room and is surprised to find her waiting there, all dressed up for him. They spend the evening together, happily sharing how much they missed each other.

CW:Smut(female receiving oral),cursing,f!ngering,soft dom!Harry,edging,pet names(baby,angel,love,(no Y/N),heavy dirty talk.

Boyfriend!Harry,Girlfriend!reader

A/N: Hey loves! This is my first one-shot here on Tumblr. I hope you like it!

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The fingers of Harry started beating rapidly on the edge of his phone as he was sitting backstage at Madison Square Garden, where thousands of fans made noise from behind its thick walls. He could feel the energy getting built up right from behind the curtains, as the minutes went by, it only became more powerful. The usual smell of hairspray, expensive cologne, and heated up stage equipment was in the air. But today, it all didn't feel quite right.

He looked up at his phone for the hundredth time this day.

Still nothing from his baby.

No notifications.

Not even one single message.

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his curly hair. He unlocked his phone and opened the chat where he saw the whole bunch of texts he had sent her this morning.

Morning, Bunny. Hope you slept well. Wish you could wake up next to me.

I miss you so damn much baby..Just thinking when I’ll be able to see you again.

Baby,are you still sleeping?

Miss you.

Everything alright?

He keeps staring at his phone every minute, but still nothing. All he can think is, What did I do to not deserve a reply? Did he offend her? Was she mad at him because he didn’t call her yesterday? What if she’s seeing the texts but choosing to ignore him?For fuck’s sake, it was driving him insane. And the worst part was that he had a show in five minutes. He had to go out on that stage and act all happy, energetic, and carefree when the most important person in his entire world wasn’t giving him any attention.

In the last few minutes before going on stage, he types one final message to her:

Bunny, I don’t know what I did wrong for you not to reply. Maybe I’m overthinking again. I’m about to go on stage. Thinking about you. I love you and miss you so much. Please call me when you get this message.

Jeff was calling Harry’s name, telling him it was time to go on stage.

Thousands of voices screamed his name, the lights blinding as they swept across the arena. Normally, the energy would have lit a fire inside him. Normally, he’d be grinning from ear to ear, feeding off every cheer, every laugh, every sign held high in the crowd.

But tonight felt different.

His smile was there, his waves were there, his little jokes between songs were therebut his mind wasn’t.

It was with her.

The show moved on around him in a blur. Fans dressed in every Halloween costume imaginable filled the arena. He spotted witches, vampires, superheroes, skeletons, pirates, and even a few giant pumpkins dancing in the crowd. Usually, he would have spent half the night pointing them out and laughing about them.

Tonight, he barely noticed.

Every chance he got during the breaks, he found himself glancing toward the side of the stage where his phone was waiting.

Nothing.

No call.

No text.

No explanation.

The uncertainty sat heavily in his chest.

By the time he reached the middle of the set, sweat was dripping down his neck and soaking through his shirt. The heat from the stage lights felt relentless, and exhaustion was beginning to creep into his muscles. Still, he kept going, running from one side of the stage to the other, singing every lyric and giving the crowd everything he had.Because that’s what he did.No matter what was happening inside his head, he never wanted his fans to feel it.They had come to see a show.They deserved to see one.

The audience sang so loudly during some songs that he could barely hear himself. Their voices echoed through Madison Square Garden like thunder, and for a few moments he almost forgot.

Almost.

Then there would be a pause between songs,his thoughts would rush right back to her.

Why won’t she answer?

Is she okay?

Did something happen?

Is she upset with me?

The questions kept repeating themselves over and over.

Near the end of the night, Harry stood at the front of the stage, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The crowd was glowing beneath thousands of tiny lights.He smiled softly.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice slightly rough from singing. “Seriously. Thank you for spending your night with me. Thank you for all the love you’ve given me over the years. I never, ever take it for granted.”

The audience erupted into cheers.Harry looked around the arena, trying to take it all in.

“You lot make this possible,” he continued. “I know I say it all the time, but I mean it every single time. Thank you for being here. I love you all very much.”More screaming.More applause.He smiled again, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.Because even while standing in front of thousands of people who adored him, there was only one person he wanted to hear from.

One person whose silence felt louder than the crowd itself.

He was playing “Toxic” by Britney Spears as his closing song.

The arena exploded.

Harry laughed and jogged back across the stage as the fans immediately started singing along. Purple and green lights flashed around him while the Halloween crowd lost their minds.He danced, spun, and sang every word, sweat glistening on his skin beneath the lights. The energy was electric. The crowd was unstoppable.It should have been enough.It usually was.

But even as he performed the final chorus, even as thousands of voices screamed the lyrics back at him, even as confetti began raining from the ceiling, his thoughts drifted back to the same place.

To her.

To the unanswered messages sitting in their chat.To the phone waiting backstage.To the hope that maybe, just maybe, when he got off stage, there would finally be a reply waiting for him.

The song ended.The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.Harry stood there breathing hard, smiling as he waved goodbye,and sending kisses.

The lights faded.And the very first thing he thought about wasn’t the sold-out show.It wasn’t the applause.It wasn’t the success.

It was whether his phone had finally lit up with her name. By the time Harry finally made it back to the hotel, every part of him ached.The adrenaline from the show had faded, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion. His shirt was still slightly damp with sweat, his voice was hoarse, and all he wanted was a hot shower and a few hours of sleep.

Most of all, he wanted a message from her.

The ride back had been quiet. He’d checked his phone more times than he could count.Still nothing.

His chest felt heavy.

Maybe she’d fallen asleep.

Maybe her phone had died.

Maybe something had happened.

The possibilities had been driving him crazy all night.

Dragging his feet down the hallway, Harry finally reached his hotel room. He slipped the keycard into the lock and pushed the door open.

The room was completely dark.

Only the faint glow from the city lights outside filtered through the curtains.Harry sighed and stepped inside, dropping his bag by the door.

“Great,” he muttered to himself. “Perfect end to the night.”

He kicked off his shoes and started toward the bed. But the moment the soft glow of the lamp hit his eyes, his breath caught sharp in his chest. There she was, Bunny, curled on the edge of the massive bed in nothing but dressed as a Bunny, the hem riding high on her thighs, her dark hair spilling loose and a shy, teasing smile curving her lips. Relief flooded him so fast it buckled his knees, a ragged laugh bursting out as he dropped his bag and crossed the room in three strides. "Bunny... fuck, baby, you—how?" He pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck, inhaling the warm vanilla scent of her skin as laughter mixed with the sting of tears he hadn't expected.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, grounding him as the words tumbled out between kisses pressed to her temple. "I missed you so much it hurt," she whispered, voice thick with the same ache, her body pressing closer as if to prove she was real. "The show, the distance every night I watched clips and wished I was there, Harry. You looked so beautiful up there, but I needed this, needed you." He laughed again, softer now, the tension draining from his shoulders as he cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks while their foreheads touched. The air thickened between them, charged with the months apart, his cock already stirring against her hip as her hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. "I missed this too," he murmured”So fucking much baby..”

They lingered in that embrace, the laughter fading into murmured words that spilled out like confessions long held back. "I missed you so damn much," Harry whispered against her ear, his hands roaming her back possessively, feeling the curve of her waist beneath the fabric. "The show was insane, but texting you with no replies it killed me. Thought maybe you'd forgotten." She tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling with playful affection as she pressed closer, her breasts soft against his chest. "Never, Harry. I wanted to surprise you, make it special after all those lonely nights. I missed your voice, your hands... everything." Her fingers traced his jaw, and the emotional thread between them tightened, the separation's ache giving way to a tender urgency that made his pulse quicken.

You have no idea how much I've thought about this pussy," he growled softly, tugging the corset up to expose her breasts, nipples already pebbled, before sliding down to part her thighs and press his mouth to her slick folds. Bunny arched with a gasp, her hands threading through his hair as his tongue licked slow and deliberate over her clit, tasting her arousal while his fingers teased her entrance, the wet sounds mingling with her moans. "That's it, love let me hear you. Tell me how much you missed my cock," he murmured between strokes, his own erection straining against his pants as he savored her trembling response, the reconnection deepening with every shared breath and touch.

Her thighs quivered under his palms as he delved deeper, tongue thrusting into her wet heat with insistent strokes that matched the rhythm of her rising moans. "Harry oh god, I've missed this so much," Bunny gasped, her voice breaking on a whimper as she rocked against his mouth, fingers tightening in his curls to pull him closer. The taste of her flooded him, sweet and heady, and he groaned low in his throat, the vibration pulsing through her clit as he sucked it firmly between his lips, one finger sliding inside her tight pussy to curl against that spot that always made her unravel. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, but he held back, savoring the way her body responded to his control the soft dominance in how he pinned her hips with his free hand, guiding her pleasure even as exhaustion from the show faded under the rush of having her here, real and trembling for him.”Mhmm,my little bunny dressed as one f’me hm?”Harry’s voice sending a shiver into her back.

Bunny's thighs trembled around his head as she moaned louder, her voice breaking on his name while her fingers tightened in his curls, urging him deeper. "Harry fuck, I missed your cock so much, missed feeling it stretch me open and fill me up until I can't think," she gasped, hips rocking against his mouth as his tongue flicked relentlessly over her swollen clit, two fingers sliding into her dripping pussy with a slick curl that had her walls clenching tight. The taste of her coated his tongue, sweet and musky, and the way she writhed beneath him sent a fresh surge of blood straight to his aching erection, pressing hard against the zipper of his pants. He groaned into her folds, the vibration making her cry out again, her breasts heaving as she arched higher, nipples brushing the cool air.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his lips glistening, voice rough with that soft command she always melted for. "Good girl keep talking, tell me how empty you've been without me." His free hand worked his belt open one-handed, freeing his thick cock to the cool room air, the head already slick with precome as he stroked himself slowly. Bunny's gaze dropped to it, her tongue darting out over her lips, but he didn't give her time to reach, instead leaning in to suck her clit harder while pumping his fingers faster, curling against that spot that made her whole body shake. The emotional weight of the reunion lingered in every touch the way his thumb stroked her hip soothingly even as he devoured her, the soft praises he murmured between licks blending with the raw hunger to reclaim every inch of her.

She came with a broken whimper, pussy pulsing around his fingers, thighs locking as pleasure crashed through her, and Harry worked her through it with gentle laps until she tugged him up by the hair. He rose over her then, cock nudging against her slick entrance as he kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. "Since u have been a really bad girl keeping me worried about you,not caring about your boyfriend..I don’t think i should care about you getting off or not.Hm bunny does that annoys you?Too bad love.”he breathed against her mouth, pushing in slow and steady, the tight heat of her drawing a low groan from his chest as their bodies finally joined again after so many nights apart.

“Har-please no.I was trying to be good for you..”

“You beg so beautifully baby.Beside all i can’t leave my little bunny all worked up.Take off your underwear only leave the bunny ears and go on fours.Now.”

“Oh bunny,what are you doing to me?”

[harryspurpleloofah]

On Air

Summary: Y/N hosts her own little radio show. It’s popular enough for her to feel like she’s actually doing something but niche enough that the average person might not know about it. She gives advice on love, lust and all things relationship. But one day a British caller with a gorgeous voice decides to grace her radio show and she realizes maybe she’s the one he’s asking for advice about.

Warnings: mostly fluff, other callers mention their sex lives, mention of positions, swift mention of handcuffs, blindfolds, etc. Some swearing

She looked in the mirror one more time to give herself that little rush of pride. There were days when her hair, outfit and makeup all decided to gracefully fall into place for maximum satisfaction and today was one of those days. She blinked at the mirror again, almost letting out a laugh from how giddy she felt at the fact her lashes had decided to cooperate today.

She knelt down to strap up her heels and then do one more quick look before she should probably get going. Her friend, Becca who acted as a producer with her on this little endeavor always asked her why she got so dressed up. All people would be hearing was her voice. No one could see her. That’s why Becca made the arguably more intelligent decision to just show up in her day job clothes to save time.

But not Y/N. Her favourite part of her life was when she got to leave her office job and make herself look just as pretty as she wanted that specific day without feeling silly because she had an occasion. She pulled on her coat and made sure to grab her purse before rushing out the apartment door and down the stairs.

Becca was lounged on her chair, pizza slice in one hand and phone in the other. “Hey.”

“Hi! I’m early today, see?” Y/N pointed out.

“And I’m early every day. You look great though.”

She felt herself light up as she took off her coat and sat in her chair. That chair. The one she’d learnt to associate with relaxation and happiness. Y/N had always been chatty. Chattier than Becca so their friendship usually operated in a way where Becca would listen as well as handle the behind the scenes and she would talk.

Both of them were quite pleased with that arrangement and saw no need to change it. The need was actually to enhance the experience for both of them and divide Y/N’s plethora of interesting thoughts to the whole population rather than just Becca’s ears.

That’s how they got here. Their own little radio show. She absolutely loved it. Becca would handle the production aspect of everything and she got to live her dream, multiple people ringing in each night just to talk to her! About their love lives. What could be better?

She got comfortable in the chair where she had heard hundreds and hundreds of love stories from strangers and cleared her throat giving Becca a signal that she was ready. Becca smiled and nodded at her.

The show started and she gave her usual introduction before giving people the opportunity to call in. Becca gave her a thumbs up and connected an anonymous caller to her. Y/N knew how to make her voice a little sultrier. Not for the people. Just for the radio. Like she was trying to impress her microphone. She enjoyed it so much, it was on the verge of putting on a sexy, fun character while still being herself.

“Welcome to Midnight Lines, I’m your host. What seems to be your love conundrum tonight?”

“Uh-hi. So I’m a woman. And I have this guy. He’s beautiful. Like a model. But he travels a lot so we agreed to keep it casual. Very on and off.”

“I see.” She replied, smiling and leaning forward on the desk as she listened for more.

“The sex is fine. Like not mind-blowing but it’s not bad. But he leaves so often.”

“Aw. So you wish he wouldn’t leave you so much?”

“Kind of. I just feel like there’s so much chemistry when he comes back from all his trips but then we start fighting and I just can’t wait for him to leave again.”

Y/N leans back in her chair, “well, there’s gonna be fights occasionally, that’s unavoidable.”

“Yeah…”

“But you know what? Some people just like to make dramatic entrances when they’ve got nothing to fill in the rest of the show with. And it sounded like the sexual aspects of your lover aren’t anything to write home about.”

Becca made a face saying, “I agree.” as she chewed on her pizza slice.

“And if he’s making you unhappy to the point you want him to leave every time he comes home then well I think we know where you stand, maybe he’s not the right one, hon.”

“Really? I just feel like I get used to him not being here and then just don’t like living with someone else.”

“Well then that’s where you are in life right now and you don’t have to be sorry about that. I still don’t think a guy who makes you wish he was gone when he’s there is worth it.”

“Maybe you’re right. Now that I think about it, the only thing that excites me about him is when I know he’s about to come home.”

“Ah because you build up a fantasy of the big, steamy and passionate reunion and it never happens?”

“…yeah.”

“Mm. Well why settle for a man who only fits the beginning of your desired love story? Go all the way and find one who can give you the rest of it.”

The woman on the other line is quiet for a bit before she agrees and wraps up the conversation. Y/N looks back at Becca for confirmation that the call is done then speaks again to her viewers. “The floor is open, loves.”

The next caller is a man. He sounds like he leads a miserable life, his voice is quiet and dreary.

“Hey, so I’m an accountant… have been since I was um… 21. I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“Okay.” She smiled, leaning forward and taking a little moment to appreciate her nails before her attention shifted back to the caller.

“I just feel like my life isn’t the most… adventurous so sometimes I wanna compensate in bed by trying new things.”

“That’s great!”

“Yeah but I don’t know how to tell her the things I wanna do. Some of them are a bit out there and I don’t want her to stop liking me.”

“Well if she really likes you then she wouldn’t stop liking you just for asking if she wants to do something. Now if she says no and you keep pushing, that’s a different story. But there’s no harm in proposing something.”

“I-I’m not really the best at talking to people.”

“I know speaking about sex sounds really scary especially because you don’t want your partner to see you as weird or kink shame. But honestly, sitting someone down and gently talking about something usually does go well.”

“You think? Do girls like that stuff? Handcuffs, blindfolds and all that?”

“Are you asking if I do? Because that’s the only question I can give you a definitive answer to. All girls really aren’t the same. Some do and some don’t. But it’s not an extreme fantasy. Loads of people use handcuffs and blindfolds.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep.”

“Okay. Thanks for helping me out there.”

“That’s why we run this show,” she said with a tone that allowed the listeners to hear the smile on her lips.

A few callers later, she was about to wrap up when someone called in. Becca looked at her, silently asking if she wanted to take one last one. Y/N shrugged. Why not? She nodded at Becca to put them through.

“Hi, how can we help your love life at Midnight Lines?”

The caller took a moment to answer. But when he did, oh she was glad he did. He had a deep, beautiful voice. The kind that’s low enough to cause vibrations through you if you heard it in person but soft enough that you felt comforted by it. The British accent surrounding it only made her happier she’d chosen to take the last call.

“Hello. I take the train every day. I always see a beautiful woman. She’s gorgeous. She stands in the same spot of the train every day, unless there’s a seat available. Then she… lights up as she sees it. I always hope no one sits there when I see it as I get on. Just to see her get on at the next stop and her eyes scan the train and widen slightly with happiness when she sees it.”

Y/N freezes. She doesn’t know if he meant to go on as much as he did. Usually people on here who would call about someone theyre not dating but like just go off of there appearance. Or things they find sexy about their personality, even. But never something so casual in such great detail.

“That-that’s lovely. So I assume you want to talk to this woman?”

“So much. I always try to give it a go but it’s so quiet because we take it really early so nobody’s in a chatty mood. So, if she were to say no or really not want to talk to me then everybody would hear. And it would just get really awkward.”

“Ah…okay yeah. I get that. It’s scary trying to talk to people you really like. Are you willing to give it a go? Or did you just want to rant a bit?”

“I think I would like to give it a go. I’m just not really sure how. She doesn’t know me and I don’t want to come across as creepy. I honestly just want a few moments of her time. Even if she’s not interested in me romantically, I’d love to just talk to her. Find out a little more about her.”

“That’s so sweet. I’d say if you’re stuck, go traditional. There’s a reason why so many people buy flowers and chocolates for people they love, it works. Nobody dislikes receiving a bouquet or something sweet to get them through the day. Then once you get to know them you can work on making it more personal.”

“So you think flowers won’t be too much right?”

“Yeah. Maybe not a bouquet of sultry red roses if you wanna be safe. But just a mix of a few flowers would be a lovely thing to do. Some peonies, baby’s breath… you know?”

“Right. That sounds nice. How would I give them to her? Just… hand them to her one day?”

“If you don’t want to do it on the train you could always get off at her stop and then walk the distance to yours if it’s not too far. Or wait for the next train. Just walk up to her and say hey I think you’re really pretty and I’d love to get to know you better. Offer her the flowers gently.”

“And that won’t come across as weird?”

Y/N chuckles, “hopefully not. It depends on the sort of person she is but I know I wouldn’t mind getting a bouquet first thing in the morning from a sweet guy on the train.”

“Thank you so much, I guess I was just looking for some confirmation of what works.”

“No problem. It’s what we set this up for. I hope you get the girl, call to check in if you want later!”

“Will do. Thanks again.”

While packing her stuff, Y/N turned to look at Becca, trying to see if the last man had the same effect on her. Becca seemed neutral enough.

“What’s wrong?” Becca asked.

“What did you think of the last caller?”

“The train guy? I don’t know. Sounded sexy right?”

“Mhm. But I mean. Did you hear what he was saying? Most of the people-men especially who call on here just wanna fuck a girl. I wasn’t expecting such a mellow request.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right. I mean he sounded sweet as hell. I hope the train woman likes the flowers.”

“Mm.”

The next morning hit her hard. The night had gone by so wonderfully after the conversation with that man. He sounded so… beautiful. Just by his voice she could tell he must be attractive. She just had a gut feeling. But as well as that, she didn’t find herself jealous that he liked another woman. Just happy that she was able to bring together this man and whoever he’s trying to get with.

She yawned as she pulled the heavy coat over her shoulders. It was the same one that she had put on last night but it seemed to have gotten drearier overnight. The consolation that she would get to do her show all over again soon was the only thing that gave her the strength to pick up her bag as she trudged out the door.

It was cold this time of year and right now considering everything about her work life, love life and everything in between, the dull sky and constant chill seemed to be pathetic fallacy. She bought her train ticket at the bureau and waited by the edge with her usual crowd.

A man who would always get off at the second stop then ride home with her as well. A woman who would get on the morning train but she wouldn’t see her again for the rest of the day. She saw new faces as well. A group of teenage friends probably going into the city for some shopping and a day out.

She got on the train and looked around to see if any seat was free. Nope. She sighed as she went over to stand in her regular spot, adjusting her scarf. She nodded and smiled politely at the man she saw every day. The tall one with the curly brown hair. He would always stand opposite her on the train but maintain a respectful distance.

She never saw him get off or on the train so she assumed his first stop was earlier than hers and his last, later. He was a calming prescence on the train. She’d seen him give up his seat multiple times to people who needed it more with nothing but a smile and a polite hand on his heart while reassuring them that it was no trouble.

Now that she thought about it his voice sounded familiar. Maybe somebody she’d seen on TV sounded similar. That wasn’t what she was thinking about right now, though. Right now the only thing that occupied her brain was the man from last night. Maybe he would be on a train right now, looking at the woman he likes, holding a bouquet in his hands, wondering if she should give it to her.

Coincidentally, when she looked down at her train man’s hand she saw something tucked so it was being covered by one of his legs but she could make out that it was suspiciously shaped like a bouquet and she knew it for a fact when she saw the baby’s breath peaking out.

How funny. Two men however many miles away from each other holding a bouquet on a train. Maybe for the same purpose. Maybe a different one. She knew the stop after her one was the one where there was a hospital a really short walk away so perhaps he had someone he knew who was unwell and wanted to bring some comfort.

Her stop began to approach and soon the thought of both the men was out of her mind as her thoughts drifted to the hell that was her office job. Maybe today her boss would decide he wasn’t going to be such a prick and just be normal just for one day. Unlikely.

Or maybe Tina from HR would talk about something other than her boyfriend in the, “political field”, who apparently knew everybody there was to know. Also highly unlikely.

All in all, she hoped a borough of unlikely things opened itself of the world today whether it was her caller’s crush falling head over heels for him when she properly noticed him for the first time or Tina gaining some sense. But she’d have to wait and see. She quickly looked around to make sure she hadn’t put anything down that she should take with her and then headed off the train.

But she felt a presence and an enveloping aroma of vanilla and sandalwood behind her as she saw the curly-haired man getting off with her, his trench coat billowing slightly giving him a gorgeous silhouette.

“Ma’am!” He said a little louder than he intended so he brought his volume back down.

“Yes?”

He held the flowers forward for her and spoke, “I’m sorry if I’m keeping you but I would love for you to have these.”

“Oh? They’re very beautiful thank you. But… I’m sorry do I know you from somewhere?”

“No no. You don’t know me. I just see you on the train every day and I-just think you’re very beautiful. I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m not even necessarily asking you on a date just… to get to know you a little better.”

She froze. The words he was saying were the exact ones she’d heard the man from last night say. Was she the train woman he was talking about? Now that she thought about it his voice sounded exactly the same too.

She slowly took the flowers, her face still frozen in thought of last night but he misunderstood and thought she was judging him.

“I’m really sorry if this came across as random or… out of the blue. I was never trying to make you uncomfortable and I can leave right now if you’d like. But I just thought it was worth a shot. If nothing more I’d love to be your friend.”

“No not at all this is lovely. I’m sorry I just had something else on my mind. Why don’t I give you my number? I need to get going right now but I’d love a chat later.”

“Yeah that’s amazing. Thanks so much.”

She watched him look back at the train, seeing if it was still there but then his shoulders deflated as he saw that it wasn’t, getting ready to just walk the way to his stop rather than wait for another. He started walking away, his boots making a satisfying click sound on the ground.

Was he really the guy from last night? And was she really the woman who had made him say such wonderful things about her?

She felt an uncontrollable, real smile creep up on her. She managed to suppress it a tiny bit with the help of thinking about her job but she still had a little sparkle of joy for the rest of the day.

When she got home that night she looked at his number and scrolled through the few messages they’d exchanged already. He was asking her out to dinner now. She didn’t know what to say. She wanted to go out with him but should she tell him that she was indeed the radio show host?

She texted back, “7 on Saturday is great. I’ll text you my address.”

“Sounds wonderful.” He texted back.

“Random question?”

“Yes?”

“Are you planning to talk about my dinner plan agreement on a certain radio show tomorrow night?”

He didn’t reply for a bit. Not like he went offline to avoid her but like he genuinely just sat there with his fingers frozen at the keyboard of his phone, poor guy probably relaxed and just about to go to sleep.

“Which show?”

“It’s called Midnight Lines I believe.” She texted back, smiling to herself.

“God. You listen to it?”

“I’m related to it.”

“What does that mean?”

“I might know the woman who runs it.”

“What??”

“Seriously.”

“Okay I mean yeah. I went on there. I didn’t know who else to ask. My friends are dicks, they don’t know the first thing about asking a woman out… politely.”

“So you went on a radio show where the most discussed topic is sex positions?”

“The woman who ran it seemed friendly. I feel like she’d give genuine advice. How’d you know her? Is she a friend?”

“She might just be me actually.”

“You joking?”

“Nope.”

He didn’t reply for a while. Then her screen lit up with the three dots again.

“So I managed to ask you how to ask yourself out?”

“At least you know there would be no one who gives better advice.”

“Should I keep calling then? If this goes further?”

“You could just… you know text me.”

“Yeah but where’s the fun?”

The night passed just like that and it seemed like many more did too. Too many to count it seems because when she least expected it one night her boyfriend called into the radio show again. Becca sat up as she recognized Harry’s voice too now from knowing him for quite a while.

Y/N didn’t know whether to acknowledge she knew him. “Yes? How can we help you today?”

“So I have this girlfriend. She’s gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

She smiled but continued for the sake of playing it off like a regular call, “I see.”

“And I need to know whether my anniversary present for her would be a good one or not.”

“Mm. Okay. What did you get her?”

“I don’t know if I can say. She apparently tunes into this.”

“Does she?”

“Yeah. Related to the show very closely.”

Y/N looked at Becca who just chuckled to herself and went back on her phone. Harry spoke up again.

“So if she is listening, just know it’s on your bed when you get home, love. And I think I’ve gotten to know you well enough that it’s personal. And I can finally get you roses. I don’t need the safety blanket of platonic baby’s breath.”

[harryspurpleloofah]

Something Worth Seeing

Author’s note: I have genuinely been gone for so long and I’m so sorry I have no clue where my writing ideas disappeared off to for a bit but I’m back with a little fluffy oneshot. This takes place in an art gallery. Y/N has her art displayed for the first time and no one really seems to be looking at it. Apart from Harry Styles.

TW: this is all fluff with a steamy make out at the end, slight talks of panic attacks and Harry’s struggles with the media.

“Yeah so it would be really great if you could make it. I mean if you can’t then you just can’t but um… yeah I’d really appreciate it.” She thought for a bit to make sure there was nothing else she needed to say then sent the voice audio. She didn’t know why she was kidding herself. Most of the people in her life didn’t even have time for themselves let alone her art show.

Besides, there was nothing about it that was so revolutionary. However, sometimes she did wonder if maybe she only thought that because of how many times it had been said to her. Revolutionary or not, she had decided that now was finally the time to take a bit of a risk. She had been given the opportunity to display her art at an event that wasn’t exactly unpopular so why would she not take the chance right? The worst thing that could happen was that fewer people would come to her display than some other artists and that was fine. At least she tried.

But now as she stood all alone watching people go over to basically everybody’s art apart from her own she wanted to cry. She never came here with the intention to go viral as an artist and have dozens of people instantly make an offer but she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t a little part of her that was kind of hoping at least a little crowd would gather.

The most she had gotten in the last hour was a lady who gave a quick glance to one of her pieces before something else caught her eye and she walked off. She stepped away for a bit to call her friend. She had promised she would try to come but… there was no sign of her so far.

As she finished her voice audio and returned, she froze. There, admiring her main piece was a man. A tall man. Brown curls sitting atop his head, green eyes focused on the canvas, scanning the brushstrokes intensely. Slight frown of concentration adorning his handsome features as he looked at it.

His hands were clasped tightly behind him. She could see a glint of the rings he was wearing and the color of the nail paint he had chosen that day. A dark brown to match his jumper. She walked back over to make sure he was real and wasn’t disappearing as she got closer and she was pleasantly surprised when the focus of his gaze went from the painting to her.

“Hello.” He said softly. “Is this yours?”

She nodded as she tried to find her voice again since it seemed to have wandered off somewhere. He gave her a second to try to talk but when nothing came out of her mouth he slowly turned back to the image.

“I think it’s very beautiful.”

The work he was looking at was something she had done quite a while ago. It was a figure being drowned in colossal waves of water but the expression on its face was so calm. Not happy, not sad. Just existing. Maybe even content. It was supposed to be a depiction of what it felt like to be fighting such a tumultuous battle inside of you while having to act fine in front of others. Not happy but not sad either. Just calm like nothing was happening to you.

“I’m glad you like it,” she sighed as her words finally came back, “it’s one of my favorite things I’ve painted.”

“Yeah I-feel like it makes a lot of sense to me.”

She looked up, curious. She always liked seeing how two people could see the same thing so differently. “How so?”

“I mean for me… it would be representative of how sometimes you’re forced to be a prisoner to gratitude. And sometimes the opportunities you’ve been given come down on you so harshly like the waves but..you can’t complain. Otherwise you’re being too ungrateful.”

That’s not really how she had imagined it but his perspective was interesting too. And it’s not like she had another option so she nodded. “I mean yeah, that’s really interesting. That’s definitely a way to look at it too.”

She didn’t want to keep watching him so he wouldn’t feel like she was pressuring him into buying or anything but she couldn’t help but look. He was the only person there and she wanted to appreciate the one person who’d taken an interest in her art.

However, before she could commit him to memory he looked and her and gave her a casual smile, causing his engraved dimples to deepen further and he walked away. That’s it, just like that the only person who had waited around to look at her art was gone without even inquiring about the price.

She knew she didn’t do this for the money. Hardly anyone she knew did. Though, it didn’t feel amazing to be completely ignored at an event designed for people to look at, and maybe buy some art. There wasn’t very much money involved in being in artist unless you made it super big and she definitely hadn’t. But the fact that he had stuck around for a bit must mean at least a few other people must be interested right?

Well… sort of. After he left a few other people stopped to quickly glance over her work so her section didn’t look as barren as it did before but no one really tried to talk to her about it.

She noticed a lot of people around her managing to sell some pieces and it just made her feel worse. She had been to events like this which were just low on people but this one wasn’t. So it was the fact that people were actively ignoring her piece while heading to others.

After giving it a good fifteen minutes, she started slowly taking down some of the smaller pieces when she felt a presence behind her. Same guy from before. She smiled at him, “can I help you?”

“Yeah. How much?”

“Sorry?”

“Uh—for the painting? The one with the waves.”

“For-you want to buy it?”

“Yes? The art here is… for sale correct?”

“Oh… yeah it is. That’s so nice of you.”

“Nice of me?” He chuckled, “no it’s nice of you. For painting such a beautiful image. I want it to be seen by other people. People who come over. It’s something worth seeing.”

Something worth seeing. This gorgeous man was calling her piece of work something that was worth seeing. She kept that calm smile on her face but inside she was panicking. Would he think her price was too high? No surely not. She knew friends who were also on her level and selling for much higher than what she was.

“Is 60 dollars ok for you?” She said.

And just like that she had sold her main piece. All of a sudden, it didn’t really matter whether her sister or Matt from work came to her art show. Because she felt for the first time in a while that she didn’t need them there to be spectators of her life. She could do plenty by herself. Like she just did.

Her stuff was all packed into her tote bag and all she needed to do now was get her coat before she could retire to an evening of sitcoms and snacks after giving herself that little ego boost today. It was raining, as always. She pulled out her umbrella and opened it up above her, looking back to make sure her bag wasn’t getting wet.

As she walked, she saw him then. Again. The curly haired man from before. He was standing under a little shelter provided from the top slab of a shop in a black trench coat, looking down at his phone with a scowl.

She didn’t know if she should approach him or not. He didn’t seem to be in trouble and she didn’t know him. Just because he had bought her art didn’t mean they were the bestest of pals now. Maybe she should just mind her business. It was something she had been working on recently anyway.

Thirty seconds later, her nosy side took center stage and walked her over to him. “Hi… are you ok?”

He looked up, squinting his eyes a little as if he was trying to recognize her before she saw a flicker of familiarity in his gaze. “Oh hello. Yes I’m okay thanks just uh—finding a ride to my hotel.”

“Hotel?”

“Yeah I don’t live here I’m traveling. And I guess I thought it would be easier to find taxis. Guess not.”

“Oh yeah not in this part of town no. You’d have more luck closer to the main city but not here I don’t think.”

“And Ubers keep canceling on me.” He looks down at his phone with frustration again, “or maybe my app is just acting up.”

She looked at him for a second. How was she supposed to end this conversation without helping him? Thanks for telling me you’re problem, I’ll be off now? That was so rude. She knew she lived quite close and his hotel couldnt be too far, right?

“Would you want a ride?”

“A ride?”

“Yeah. I live like five minutes away I can take you and still get home before it’s really late.”

“Oh no please don’t worry about it. It’s my own fault for not organizing something. I’m sure I’ll find a cab in a minute.”

Do you ask again? Would it seem too desperate? She’d be lying if she said one of the reasons she was willing to give him a ride wasn’t because he was one of the most attractive men she’d seen in a while. It would be nice if she could get to know him. But more than anything she knew this part of town and that it wasn’t exactly the safest place to roam freely in the rain super late.

She started taking a few steps back to show she wasn’t going to press after this if he was really alright by himself but she offered again, “it really wouldn’t be any trouble. Like I said, I live so close by it would just be a fun detour aside from my usual route.”

He pondered for a bit.

“Why don’t you tell me where your hotel is? Then we can see based on how far it is.”

He seemed to like that idea and smiled, exiting the uber app and entering his photos where he had screenshotted the address. He showed it to her. She knew the place. It was literally ten minutes absolute maximum. She’d have no problem dropping him off.

“That’s only like ten minutes from here. I can take you.”

He looked like he was thinking again, but she could tell it wasn’t in a way where he didn’t trust her or felt unsafe. More that he just felt really bad burdening her like that. But when his eyes looked to the darkening sky and rain threatening to get worse, he made a decision.

“Okay. Thank you so much, that’s so lovely of you.”

“It’s not problem.” She smiled, guiding him towards her car and unlocking it as he sat down. She got in with him and began driving.

Her thoughts flicked back to her plans for tomorrow for a second and she remembered she’d told herself she would top up on fuel tonight since she had a brunch with some important people tomorrow which she didn’t want to be late for and so, didn’t want to risk stopping.

She wondered if he would mind. It would be kind of awkward, offering him a ride but then running your own errands. However, he seemed reasonable enough. Hopefully he’d be okay with it.

“Hey, do you mind if I drop for gas real quick?”

“For a ten minute drive?” He chuckled.

“Sorry I just remembered I was running low earlier so…”

“Yeah it’s no worries.”

“Okay great.”

She drove quietly. They weren’t really close enough to fall into casual small talk yet.

The gas station was damp from the rain which had calmed down a bit now, little neon signs flickering, one or two other people filling up their tanks. As she got out to top up her own car, she saw Harry looking toward the little shop.

“Do you wanna get something?” She offered.

“Yeah if you don’t mind. I’ll be quick. But I don’t know if they’ll have what I’m looking for.”

“Well what are you looking for?”

“I kind of want some yogurt.”

She blinked, “what?”

“Yeah. Like the little ones they sell as snacks.”

“You wanna eat yogurt as a snack?”

“Well let’s not judge I’ve had nothing all day I can treat myself to something I like.”

She smiled a little, “I’m sure they’ll have some form of yogurt if you go and look.”

“Don’t you wanna get something too?”

“You know what, yeah sure. I’ll come too.”

In the gas station, they walked around picking up little things as they went along. She noticed Harry eyeing some cherry-cola Oreos and watched his gorgeous features go through the stages of confusion, intrigue and disgust as he made a face and distanced himself as if he was offended. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

It kind of made her think of how he was looking at her art in a really strange way. He was just a very attentive person who paid attention to things. His whole demeanor was slow-moving and careful. He face everything his full time and effort no matter how insignificant it may seem, almost as of he was afraid to offend inanimate objects.

She then saw his face light up as he picked up his desired yogurt cups and then thought for a second before also reaching to scoop up a Pringle’s can, slotting it between his arm and chest. He started walking down the aisle like he was beginning to make his way to the till but she noticed his green eyes still scanning the shelves to make sure he didn’t feel like anything else.

Harry paid for their items, firmly insisting it was to pay back for her offering to drive. She watched him tap his card and then they were back in the car with a giant bag of snacks. She let him enjoy his yogurt cups and then, not starting the car yet.

“Can I ask you something?” Harry said.

“Sure.”

“Earlier when I was looking at your art, you seemed kind of… shocked that I was there. Why was that?”

“Oh well I don’t know if you saw but… you were kind of the only person there.”

He furrowed his brows, “really? Your work was honestly outstanding. I could see a different story on each canvas. It wasn’t performative in any way. Each brush stroke seemed… authentic.”

“Thanks. That’s so nice.”

He shrugged, getting some more yogurt onto the plastic spoon he had bought in a pack and placing it in his mouth, swallowing before he continued, “I’m only saying what I saw. And it was something well worth seeing.”

She felt a gush of happiness run through her.

“Do you do commission pieces?” He asked, “I have a few friends who are into art, that seems like where most of them earn the most from and for some it’s what they enjoy the most.”

“Yeah I’ve thought about it before but… honestly it was already so scary today watching all those people walk by my stand. So I don’t think it would make me very happy if I started advertising myself everywhere only to get like no requests.”

His gaze bore into her, “I don’t think you’d get no requests.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. I’d ask for something. Recommend you to friends who would too.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Besides, even if it wasn’t for me telling you that I would. You just need to have a little faith. There’s nothing wrong with failing. No one sees someone who isn’t getting much engagement and decides to laugh. Or well, if they do that’s their own problem. In a career in the arts you just cant be afraid to be embarrassed. Everyone’s too worried about how their own work is doing to care about anybody else’s. Expect for in a positive way, of course.”

He was saying all this so casually while eating yogurt. She was so confused how these words coming out of his mouth were making her feel so much better instantly it was like a form of hypnosis. Just the way he chose to address things.

Outside his hotel he turned to her in the car. “May I have your number?”

“Sorry?”

“Your number?”

“Oh—yeah sure.”

She gave it to him and went home that night with a new seed of hope blossoming within her. There was a part of her that felt he wouldn’t talk to her. Not often at least. They’d just met one random night. All she could think of was how lucky she was that she decided to participate in the art show on this specific day when he’d decided to come to one.

However, in the next few weeks Harry actually did talk to her. Over text mostly but it felt endless when he did. Like she would never feel as if she had to search for a way to end the conversation. Not even in the way you sometimes do with people you genuinely enjoy talking to. He was the one person she didn’t feel like she ever needed space from because it seemed like the way he would talk would already be as if he was keeping a respectful distance without putting up any walls and she loved it.

He would be such a sweetheart, texting her images he’d found on Pinterest with texts like, “hey, does this help with your artist’s block?”

She adored the effort he was putting in.

Soon the texts turned to calls and the calls into plans of meeting up. And those plans would come true at cafés whenever Harry would be in the area. He loved trying new places and she just loved any place where they’d serve her coffee so they both won.

This was one of the days where they were meeting outside the café first because they were arriving within minutes of each other. She ran up to Harry that day and hugged him.

“What’s up?” He said with a smile as he pulled away slightly.

“Your persuasion worked. I finally reached out to some people talking about commission. I really think I’m off to a great start with this, Harry.”

His green eyes shone with pride for her, “hey! That’s great!”

In the next moment, neither of them knew why, how or who initiated but they kissed… it almost seemed platonic because of how casually they both treated it, chuckling with each other and just walking inside to pick a table and Harry’s café of choice that week but in her mind, calling it platonic seemed wrong. The way he slightly pulled her waist closer even for a second if that’s how long it lasted… was not platonic. Not even slightly.

But she would have to ignore it for now. He clearly was. Maybe it was just normal. Spur of the moment thing. If he didn’t seem too bothered then it was probably okay.

That’s what she told herself until her next art show when she would be seeing him again. He had promised to bring some friends this time and she knew he hadn’t lied when she looked to the door and saw him walking in with two women and one man behind him.

They all introduced themselves but she noticed something else. The way Harry was looking on with hope like he really wanted her to get along with his friends. Of course that could also be because he saw her as a friend and wanted all his friends to get on but… maybe.

Aside from Harry and his friends, she was delighted to see that more people were coming over to appreciate her this time. She wouldn’t say crowds but it was definitely enough to put her in a good mood that night. Enough of a good mood to agree to going out drinking with Harry and his friends.

About halfway through the night, two of his friends went to find a cubicle for themselves in the bathrooms while the other woman excused herself to see if the pretty bartender who’d served them wanted to exchange numbers with her.

The shots she’d done had given her a little more spontaneity so before Harry could even get a word out she said it, “we kissed the other day.”

Harry blinked, then sipped his drink, “we did.”

“Was it a friend thing? Because I’ve been so confused ever since. It-is it just something friends do?”

“I mean—not in my experience, no.”

She went quiet. What was she supposed to say now? He’d answered her question, “so why’d you just not talk about it?”

“Did you?”

She didn’t know what to say. He was right, she couldn’t hold him accountable for brushing it off when she did the same. As well as the fact that it wasn’t just one of them who initiated it, more of a joint effort of leaning in just to feel closer in the celebratory vibe and ending up with both their lips deciding to take the leap of faith and go the full distance.

“Well now I am.”

“Great.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“So you kissed me. And you’re saying it wasn’t as friends.”

He sighed. “I mean that’s it really, isn’t it?”

“No it isn’t. I don’t get what you’re asking for.”

“I’m not asking for anything. We kissed, we probably shouldn’t have if we’re just friends.”

“Are we just friends?”

“If you want to be.”

“Well, what do you want?”

“I-don’t really know what I want. I mean, from the very start I’ve… thought you were really beautiful.”

“I think you’re really beautiful too.”

He lets out an amused scoff.

She didn’t understand what he found funny. He’d confused her for days and was acting like it was so long ago that it didn’t even matter. They’d come to no conclusion.

“So you don’t want to be with me?” She said.

“Woah, when did I say that?”

“Well you didn’t… not say that.”

“Because you didn’t ask.”

“You didn’t offer.”

“Was I supposed to?”

“If you wanted to then yeah!”

“If I wanted to what?”

“Date me.”

“Date you?”

She didn’t say anything. He looked up like he was thinking, “you know what? Yeah, I wanna date you.”

She froze. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Well make up your mind because you can’t switch up again with a platonic kiss that I won’t know how to differentiate from a romantic one.”

“You still struggling with the difference, baby?”

“I-”

“I could always clear it up for you.” He said, his voice dropping to a deeper tone as he moved closer, giving her every opportunity to pull away. But she didn’t. If anything her body moved closer to his magnetic presence.

Their lips met again, but nothing like the half friends one. This time she knew exactly what he wanted as he wrapped one arm round her waist and another gently grazing her jawline as he kissed her deeper, tongue making its way into her mouth and sliding against her own.

She had no idea where to put her hands, he was doing a pretty good job steadying her so all she really had to do was find a comfortable place for them which she found on his chest, feeling his warm skin underneath the black button up.

It was a proper make out. The kind that left no fount in her mind of what he wanted from her. This was no, “maybe he sees me as a friend.”

When she was about to lean in a little more he softly pulled away. “I hope you don’t still see yourself as just my friend.”

She was about to say something when he stood up, “you need a ride home?”

“N-no my friend Amy’s picking me up.”

“Need me to wait?”

She looked around. The bar seemed to be thriving in good vibes. Everyone was minding their own business. She could see Harry’s friend in case she needed anything and Amy would be here in a matter of minutes. She shook her head.

He shrugged, pulling his jacket over those broad shoulders she’d felt just a few seconds ago, “just in case you still need solidification, we’ll have a proper date Saturday night, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Pick you up seven. Night darling.”

And just like that he was gone.

[xojennyboo]

Harry Styles Imagines - Sexy Bartender

Read Sexy Bartender from the story Harry Styles Imagines by xojennyboo with 1 reads. one, smuttyfanfic, harry. The bar...

The bar was busy to say the least .it was Friday night, the night coming to life with people laughing and talking about their weekend plans. Luckily for you, you had a great seat at the bar where you had a magnificent view of the sexy bartender. You watched as he prepared the drinks for the anxious customers. You watched as he moved from corner to corner, mixing several types of alcohols and pouring tequila shots. His uniform consisted of black jeans with a nicely fitted black shirt. With every move that he made, his muscles flexed his tattoos on full display. This man was the definition of a sex god. Every girl who came into the bar never failed to try to get with him. Some were lucky enough to spend a night with the sexy bartender. Some, like yourself, weren't as lucky.

It wasn't due to back of conversation. You both were on a first name basis, and he also knew your drink order.it was just the fact that the opportunity never presented itself. He never brought it up, and you weren't going to bring it up either. For now, you just sat in your corner seat and admired him from afar. 'Hey there little lady. Here by yourself?' you heard from your side, sensing the man standing extremely close to you. Putting your drink down and to the side next to the wall, you slowly turned to face him plastering a fake smile on your face. "I'm actually not,' you say. He looked around the bar, pretending to look for someone before his eyes landed on you again. "Well, I don't see anyone here," he says, a disgusting smile spreading on his face. "How do you know if they didn't just go to the bathroom?' you stated, irritated at the fact his still pestering you.

'I've seen you here for almost an hour and not one person has been besides you," he says. Well, that's unsettling. "So, you've been watching me the whole night? ", you ask. Leaning closer, to the point you smell the alcohol on his breath, he whispers, how could I not with a beauty like you." Immediate gag. Before you could answer you hear stacking besides you and the image of the tattooed arm belonging to the sexy bartender. "Everything alright over here? Is he bothering you?" Harry asks while pouring the drink into an empty glass. The intoxicated man steps away from you and asserts his attention to Harry, a huge smirk on his face. "No problem here mate. Just talking to the lovely lady," he says. "So, mind your own business ", he says, your gaze now on Harry, waiting for his reaction to this rude disgusting man.

'Is he bothering you?" Harry says looking at you. "Yes," you say adjusting your seat to face the bar again, dismissing the man. "Oh, come on -we were having such a lovely chat," the man says. You didn't answer him, obviously done with the conversation, "I believe she's done talking with you mate," Harry says, keeping his aggressive gaze on him. "Fuck off mate. This doesn't concern you," the man says moving forward to aggressively grab your arm, pulling you off your seat. "Ow," you yelp, your free hand immediately grabbing the man's hand that's around your arm and instantly digging your nails into his skin.

'You didn't even notice Harry coming around the bar and showing the intoxicating man Off of you. "Get the fuck off of her," Harry says now standing in between you and the man. "And who the fuck do you think you are mate," the man says, aggressively grabbing Harry's shirt and showing him against the wall. By this point, the bar event extremely quiet, bystanders watching what was unfolding in front of them. Harry grabbed the man's shirt as well, blipping them around pinning the man against the wall harshly. Getting close to his face, you hear Harry say," I'm the owner of this fucking bar, that's who I am. Now here's what you're going to do," Harry says, the man now quiet as a mouse and a bit frightened. You're going to apologize to her and mean it. Then, you're going to get the fuck out of my bar. Do you understand?", Harry says. The man looks between Harry and you. Harry shoved him against the wall again, getting impatient with his lack of answer. "I said, do you understand," Harry says with gritted teeth. "Y-yes," the man says. Letting go, Harry steps aside watching the man turn to you, ready to apologize to you in front of everyone. "I-I'm sorry," he says. You simply nod, accepting his apology. "Now get the buck out of my bar, and I better not catch you here again," Harry says.

The man scurries out of the bar, not looking back. "Alright everyone, nothing to see here. As you were," Harry says, walking towards you. He grabs your hand lightly and leads you towards the back of the bar and to a set of stairs that lead up. "Don't worry. Were only going to my apartment", he says looking back at you as he led you up the stairs. You didn't say anything and just followed. With how he defended you back there you trusted him with anything. Once at the top, he unlocked the door and led you into his apartment. He locked the door behind him and made his way into the darkness. Switching the light on you were embraced in a soft auburn light. "I won't bite you know. You can make yourself at home," Harry says, motioning to the sofa that was against the wall. "Why'd you bring me here?" you ask him to make his way back to the living room. He handed you a cold-water bottle which you gladly took. He sits besides you, taking his time to answer you. "I wanted to give you time and privacy to be good. How's your arm?" he says, taking your arm to inspect it. Looking down at it you noticed red marks in the shape of fingertips where the man had grabbed you.

"Fucking bastard", Harry says, his fingers lightly trailing the red marks. "It's okay. I'll be alright", you say pulling your arm away from his touch. "That's not the point. It shouldn't have happened. Especially not to you," he says. "Well, it did. We can't control that," you say taking a sip of your water. "He's lucky he was drunk. Otherwise, I would've kicked his ass," he says, his jaw clenching at the thought. "It's alright Harry. It's over," you say. He didn't say anything, sitting in complete silence, besides the loud music that was playing downstairs. "Hey," you say, adjusting your body on the couch to face him. "Thank you for defending me"", you say placing your hands on his arm squeezing them lightly. He looks at the small gesture. He loves the way your hands feel on his skin. He placed his hand on top of yours caressing them. "You don't need to thank me love," he says, his words causing you to blush.

"So, you're the owner of the bar. Who would've thought", you say, switching the topic to something lighter. Noticing the change of topic Harry let out a chuckle, leaning back on the couch. "Yeah. It was passed down to me by my uncle. You can say we shared an interest", he explains. "An interest of selling alcohol to people?", you questioned. He chuckled again. "No. An interest in creating an environment where people can distress and have fun and not have to worry about what's to come next," he says. You weren't expecting that kind of answer. "Well, that's a loudly way to put it," you say. "Why work it though? You could easily hire more people, no?"."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. I could. I can if I wanted to. If I'm being honest, even if I were to hire more employees, I'd still work the bar," he says. "Why?" "I enjoy it. Every night I get to serve different people. Some are nice and some are assholes. But serving them can be such an experience," he says. You couldn't help but smile at how passionate he felt about it. "And what category do I fall into mister bartender?", you ask. He looks at you with a smirk. "What do you think?" he says playfully. "Mmm, I think asshole", you say, your answer causing him to chuckle again. "I disagree", he says, facing you again. "And why is that? I can be an asshole you know," you say crossing your arms. He could not keep his eyes Off of you. He finally had the opportunity to get you by yourself. The things he's thought of doing to you. The need to have you. You were different than the others. Something attracted him to you.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" you ask, lightly wiping your face with your sleeve. "Nope. You're good," he says.

"So, you're admiring the view?" you playfully say. "Very much so," he quickly says making you blush. "Tell me. What's your story?" he says. "My story?" you say "are you single. Have a lover?" he questions. "That I'm aware of, no," you giggle. That sound bringing some sort of comfort to Harry. "Hmm. Good to know," he says. What about you?" "Single," he says. "Hmm good to know," you copy his answer. You both stayed silent for a bit, just enjoying each other's presence. "I should get going," you say, getting up from the couch and heading towards the door. "Have somewhere to be?" he asks, following you. "No. But you probably have to go back," you say. You can feel his presence behind you as you slipped your shoes on. "I don't. Jack can take cave of it," he says. "Stay," he says. Sounds more like an order. For some reason it sent chills down your body. Straightening up, you turned to face Harry, but he quickly had you pressed against the door in seconds.

"Stay," he says again. "Okay," you whispered, looking up at his beautiful green eyes. They were so captivating. Placing his hands on each side of your head, he boxed you in. The proximity making you weak. "Want to know a secret?"," he says. His voice now lower, deeper, so only you could hear. "W-what?", you say. His gaze took all your features in. He watched as your gaze went between maintaining eye contact and your lips. "I've seen the way you look at me every time you're at the bar. It's a look of want. Of need. Of lust," he whispers. His words caused your cheeks to blush. Want to know another secret?" you nod. "I've done the same thing. When you're not looking, I'll watch you. I watch how you sip on your drink. How your lips get wet with alcohol. How you lick them afterwards," he says. Fucking hell. His voice. His words. The ire making you flustered.

"I see the slight disappointment in your eyes when I leave with another woman instead of you," he says. Now that causes you to scoff and push him off you. "Well, aren't you full of yourself", you say. "I might be. But am I lying?" he says, boxing you in again. "Yes, you are. I could care less who you leave with at night" you bravely say. "Oh really?", he says. "Yeah. Really. Clearly none of them satisfy you since you constantly leave with a different woman every weekend," you bite back. "You're noticed?", he says, his face coming closer. Silent. Of course you've noticed. It's not like he is discreet about it.

"Tell me something. Have you ever pictured it would be you?" he kisses your cheek. "No," you stand your ground. "Hmm. You have never pictured yourself leaving with me? Pictured my head between your legs. Tasting your sweetness. Devouring you until your screaming my name repeatedly," he whispers. Fuck. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't. The truth was that you had. It drove you crazy. "No. I haven't", you whispered back. "Why're you fighting it," he says, his forehead touching yours. "H-have you?" you ask. "Truthfully? ". "Truthfully". "that's all I think about," he confesses. "What do you think about?" you ask, your fingers playing with the edge of his shirt. "I think about your body pressed against mine. I think about you being underneath me, moaning my name repeatedly. Your body squirming from my touch. I think about how you would taste. How you would feel around me," he says. You could feel how met you were getting. You needed him. And now.

"Do you want to do all those things now?" you ask, your gaze on him now. His gaze was mesmerizing. It pierced right through you, pinning you on the spot. "I do," he whispers, holding himself back until you gave him the okay. "Then do it, you say. Lifting your chin up, he smirks before licking his lips and kissing you. The kiss was slow, taking in all the pent-up tension that was building up. Harry placed both of his hands on your face, leaning your head back, deepening the kiss. His tongue entering your mouth, claiming it as his. You didn't put up a fight, completely surrendering yourself to the handsome bartender. You placed your hands on top of his wanted to feel closer to him. "Fuck, I've been wanting to do that for such a long time," he says against your lips. His lips pecked yours one last time before trailing down your face and onto your neck. Your breath hitching at the sensation of his lips on "your neck, sucking, and biting.

"Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable", he says. You could only nod, your brain too fuzzy to muster any words. His lips trailed down your chest, his hands lifting your shirt to gain more access to your breasts. "Look at that lovely bra," he says, tracing the black lace of your bra. Reaching back, he unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts ready to be attacked by his mouth. "Look at these lovely breasts. So beautiful", he says before attaching his lips to your nipple. Letting out a gasp of satisfaction you watch as his tongue circles around your nipple taking it in his mouth as he sucks. His other hand kneading your other breast, pinching your nipple. "Mmm, that feels so good," you moan. Your words causing him to knead your breast harder.

His hands roamed down your body until they reach the belt on your jeans. Unbuckling it, and unbuttoning your jeans, he putts them down, revealing the matching black lace panties. "As sexy as you look in this darling, I'd prefer to have them off," he says sliding them down your leg. He grabs your leg and kisses up it until he reaches your inner thigh. Draping your leg over his shoulder, he kisses your pelvic area, lightly biting your skin. "Want me to taste you?" he teases. "Y-yes ", you moan. "Hold on to my head darling", you do as you are told and grab onto his hair. In one swift motion, Harry drapes your other leg on his shoulder and lifts you up. "Oh fuck," you giggle. "Make as much noise as you want darling", he says.

Without any warning, you feel his mouth attach to your clit. A loud moan escaped your mouth as his mouth sucked your clit. The sound of his tongue flicking your clit and collecting your witness filled the room. "Fuck you taste so good baby," he groans against you. "Pull my hair baby," he encourages. Your fingers grip his hair, his groans becoming more frequent, his movements becoming faster. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Just like that. Harry...don't stop," you moan, the sound of wetness becoming louder. "That's right darling. Tell me how you like it," he groans, the grip on your legs tightening. You felt your orgasm slowly approaching with each flick and suck on your clit. You' breathing had begun to become erratic, your eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. "I'm c-close Harry," you moan, your legs closing in on his head, your hands pulling him closer, chasing your climax. He moaned against you, his breathing becoming louder due to the suffocation of your legs. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh my god. I'm coming. I'm coming Harry," you moan loudly. "Come on my face princess", he demands. Your body lets go, reveling on the ecstasy. Your legs trembling, Harry not stopping until he has finished cleaning the mess you've made.

Once he finishes cleaning you up, he pecks your clit a few more times before placing you back down. Your eyes closed, your breathing erratic from your orgasm. Your legs felt like jello, shaking. You opened your eyes, Harry coming into view, his eyes blazing his lips swollen from devouring you. "You taste so delicious", he smirks. Grabbing your face again, he kisses your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. "I need you     the says. "Me too. Now," you whimper, ready to have him claiming your body. Without breaking the kiss, he walks you towards his bedroom. The only thing illuminating his room is the small lamp on the nightstand. Your hands move to his clothes, eager to remove whatever is left.

Harry helps, his movements more eager than yours. Once his clothes are off, he lays you down in the middle of the bed, the sheets cool against your hot skin. "Let me grab a condom," he says. Quickly reaching out to the nightstand retreating the foil packaging. He couldn't take his eyes off you as he ripped the package with his teeth and rolled the on his erect cock. "You look so sexy waiting like this for me," he says, kissing up your leg. "You looked sexy in between my legs," you say back, a small laugh emitting from him. "I bet I did,' he says, moving to your inner thighs. With his hand, he parted your thighs, your wet swollen pussy on display. "So pretty," he whispers, his lips attaching to your clit again, your breath being sucked out of you from the sensitivity. "Oh. Fuck Harry. Please," you begged. He licked faster and groaned one last time before coming up for air.

"I think I've found my new favorite drink,' he smirked. "Shut up," you giggled, his forwardness making you shy suddenly. "Aww, is my baby shy now," he taunts. "So shy meanwhile she's about to get stuffed with my cock," he says, his voice dropping an octave, chills prickling your skin. Without any more words spoken, he inserts into you, the stretch making you gasp at the delightful intrusion. "Fuck," you both gasped in unison. "You are so wet" he groans. He felt so good inside you his cock stretching you nicely. Harry starts moving, pulling out, then going back in, his pace quickening with each thrust making your eyes roll. "Do not dare close your eyes darling. Keep your eyes on me," he says. His sharp thrust caused your eyes to shoot opened. "There you go. You have pretty eyes," he groans.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room the sound so erotic. "Do you hear how wet you are baby?" he whispers against your ear. All you could muster was moans. Burying his face at the crook of your neck, you feel him kissing and sucking on your skin. Securing your legs around his waist, his hands reached for yours, fingers intertwining with yours as he brought them over your head, pinning them there. With each thrust you could feel him in your stomach. "Such, you feel so good," you say breathlessly. Your moans and praises boosted his ego, making him growl against your skin and pounded into you nice and steady. The bed started hitting against the wall with each thrust he made.

Your moans became more consistent and louder. You could feel yourself getting closer. But right before you could say anything he stopped. "Get on all fours," Harry commanded. Without hesitation you did as told and got on all fours. "How pretty you look,' he says, his palm connecting with your bare skin. Harry positioned himself behind you and thrusted into you, claiming a steady pace. The sound of his bed hitting the wall and both your moans were all that you could hear. His hands wrapping around your hair pulling you up a bit making your back arch. "H-harry I I'm gonna- ", "I know sweetheart. Let it go, he says, kissing your shoulder, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "P-play with yourself, he instructed bringing your fingers to his mouth and sucking on them, lubricating them. He let go, your hand reaching down towards your aching pussy. You played withy yourself, your orgasm reaching you like lightening. Your walls clenching around his cock as he came also. You were both a moaning mess, unable to breath properly by your orgasms.

You stayed in your position for what felt like forever, catching your breath. "Fuck that was amazing", Harry says, removing himself and discarding the condom. You slowly got Off the bed yourself and looked around for a bathroom. As if reading your mind, Harry pointed towards the hall. "It is the first door on your left." He says. Still not saying a word, you modded and rent to the bathroom, not before picking up your bra and panties from the floor. You locked the door behind you and did your business. Once done, you exited, and walked towards his room, finding him staring out of the window. He turned towards you once he heard the door clicked closed., "hey, everything good?" he asks, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, just had to freshen up," you say walking towards him. He simply stared at you in admiration. "Your cheeks are so rosy," he says, caressing your face with his hands. "Care for some tea?" he offers. "That would be nice," you say. Walking in silence towards the kitchen, all you could think about was how insane your night came to be. You got hit on by a creep, the cute bartender defended you, and you got laid, all in one night. This one is for the books for sure.

[thesadstoryofme]

Can you do a imagine of Harry while his wife’s in labor please? Like she’s been in labor for so long and is in so much pain.

Harry wouldn't know what to do! This is his first child, and after being with Y/N for over 10 years and never seeing a positive line on that pregnancy test, he didn't think he would be sitting here today.

Y/N had been in labor for over 6 hours. Only dilated a few centimeters here and there. You could see the discomfort on her face.

" You are doing so good, my love." Harry held her hand so tight.

" It hurts so bad, baby. I can't do this" Harry could hear her pain.

He gently rubbed her belly and sang a little song to baby girl.

" Mrs. Styles, how are you doing? " Dr. Grey had finally came back in to check on Y/N.

" It looks like you are finally ready to have this baby. We are gonna get you ready." The excitement Harry had was unbelievable. He was so ready for this baby, and he was so ready for Y/N not to be in any more pain.

" Congratulations mommy and daddy, your girl is here"

She is beautiful. A full head of hair and rosy cheeks. She looked just like Harry with a Y/N's nose.

Harry couldn't help but shed a few tears.

This is his whole world!

AN...

Guys I'm back!!! I'm so rusty! I hope you like!

[onceagainace]

On the floor

I would †******†

[harryspurpleloofah]

Baggage Claim

Summary: Harry needs to rush to a meeting after his flight so grabs the first suitcase that looks like his. When he hears Y/N complaining to the staff about how she lost her bag he pieces together that the suitcase isn’t his. Later they're drinking together and the same lingerie he found in her bag is now being modelled to him.

TW: p in v sex, oral fem receiving, swearing, mentions of drinking, size kink if you squint hard

Harry’s footsteps are quick as he moves through the crowded airport terminal, his mind already halfway to the hotel. The long flight from London had drained him and he can feel it in the tightness of his neck, the way his body wants to slump with every step. But there’s no time for that. He’s used to flying in and out of places, managing the pressure of tight schedules. The job, the meetings, the expectations. It all blends together until it feels like muscle memory.

He’s barely registered his manager’s voice on the phone, rambling in the same tone that’s both familiar and grating.

"Harry, where the hell are you? You need to be at the hotel in twenty. No more delays, okay? Straight to your room, change, and the meeting's at six. Be there. Got it?"

Harry exhales, dragging a hand through his hair as he rounds a corner toward baggage claim. "Yeah, I hear you. I’m on it," he mutters, though his mind is already a million miles away. The meeting is looming, but so is the exhaustion that’s been chasing him for the past few days. He doesn’t even know how long it’s been since he had a proper night of sleep. Two days? Three? It doesn’t matter. He’s just got to power through.

His eyes scan the conveyor belt for his bag, but it’s all a blur now, the usual haze of too many flights and too much noise. His fingers absently swipe at his phone screen, checking messages from his team, seeing another reminder from Jeff: don’t be late.

The airport’s always a strange place for him...people rushing in all directions, tired travelers slinging their bags over their shoulders, strangers walking right past each other without a second glance. He’s used to it, but sometimes, the loneliness of it all gets to him. He’s here, in a strange city, surrounded by people but still alone.

A bag thumps down on the conveyor, and Harry snatches it without a second thought. It’s black, the same style as his, the same size. He could’ve sworn this was his, but then again, in a place like this, things blur. Luggage all looks the same.

He starts to turn away when the woman’s voice cuts through the noise again, louder this time, more frustrated.

"No, I’m telling you, this is not my bag! I know what it looks like. I’ve had it for years!"

Harry’s pace slows, his attention flickering for a moment before he mentally shakes it off. There’s always someone losing their luggage. He’s seen it a hundred times. She’s just another frustrated traveller who’ll be fine once the staff finds the right bag. He doesn’t have time for this. He has a schedule to keep, and that’s the priority.

But then something catches him, maybe a gesture, a movement that pulls his gaze. The woman standing at the counter looks like she’s ready to cry, her hands gripping the counter as she argues with the staff.

For a moment, Harry wonders why he even cares. Maybe it’s the way she’s standing, the way her shoulders slump just slightly when the staff tells her they’ll have to check the lost and found again. He doesn’t know her, but there’s a flicker of something in him. Empathy, maybe? Or maybe it’s just a distraction from his own mental fog.

He moves on, his steps quickening again, but then his mind flashes back to her voice. He thinks he hears her mention something about how important her bag is.

He shoves his phone back into his pocket, his eyes flicking over his shoulder one more time as the staff tries to calm her down. He feels a slight pang, but he pushes it away. It’s not his problem. He needs to focus.

Harry strides to the exit with his suitcase, barely looking down at it. The airport doors slide open, and the cool breeze of the city hits his face. The car he’d booked is waiting, a familiar black SUV, and he climbs in, pulling the door shut behind him.

He tosses the suitcase onto the seat beside him, half-heartedly checking his phone again, and his manager’s message flashes in his mind.

Don’t be late.

But something still feels off. The bag...it didn’t feel quite right.

The ride to the hotel is too short, and Harry’s lost in thought, replaying the earlier scene. He doesn’t know why it sticks with him.

In his hotel room, he’s quick to shed his jacket, moving around like he’s in autopilot, wanting to get it all done and over with. There’s no time to linger, no time to think. He’s got a meeting in less than an hour, and he can’t afford to be late.

But then he stops, his hands hovering over the suitcase. It’s still sitting there on the bed, like a random, inconsequential thing. He starts to unzip it, the dull sound of the zipper breaking the silence of the room.

The first thing he pulls out is a lace black lingerie set. He doesn't exactly remember packing this.

His mind spins for a moment as he pulls out more items...a tube of lipstick, a small notebook with a faded sticker on the front. And suddenly it clicks. This isn’t his suitcase.

His stomach flips. There’s no way he grabbed the wrong bag. He’s been through this a thousand times, and he’s careful.

He quickly shoves everything back inside and zips it shut, his mind racing. Of all the things he could’ve done wrong today, this was not it. He had to fix this.

His fingers tremble slightly as he picks up the phone again and checks the time. He doesn’t have much time before he needs to be at the meeting, but he can’t let it go. He needs to go back. To find her.

He runs a hand through his hair, sighs, and grabs the suitcase. His shoes click against the marble floor of the hotel lobby as he heads back out, trying to act like this is no big deal. It’s just a mix-up. An honest mistake. But deep down, he knows he has to make it right.

The airport isn’t far. The car ride feels even shorter this time. He doesn’t mind the silence. His thoughts are all over the place. What if she’s already gone? What if she doesn’t even care about the mix-up? Or worse..what if she’s angry?

As soon as he steps back into the terminal, Harry scans the area for her. He doesn’t see her at first, but then he hears it. That same sharp, frustrated voice from earlier.

“No, this is unbelievable! You lost it, not me. I’m telling you!”

Harry feels a jolt in his chest. There she is, standing at the lost-and-found counter again, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she argues with a staff member. Her voice is almost shaking with anger.

He hesitates for a moment, watching her. Something pulls at him. It’s stupid, but he can’t just walk away. This is his mistake. He needs to fix it, if only to give her some peace.

“Excuse me,” he says softly, tapping her gently on the shoulder.

She spins around, eyes wide, and for a split second, Harry almost forgets how to breathe. She looks...well, not happy, but definitely surprised. She’s got this look on her face, like she’s not sure whether to punch him or smile.

“I’m really sorry,” Harry starts, running a hand through his hair. “I think I’ve got your bag.” He holds it out, an apologetic smile on his face. “I grabbed the wrong one earlier. Didn’t realize until I got back to the hotel.”

For a moment, she just looks at him. Her expression softens, but there's still a trace of annoyance lingering behind her eyes.

“You—” she starts, but then sighs, rubbing her temples. “Of course. Of course you did. What a mess. My day’s been just perfect so far.”

Harry winces at the sarcasm, but he can’t help the slight chuckle that escapes him.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry again,” he says quickly. “I really didn’t mean to make things worse for you. But if you want, I—” He pauses, glancing at her. “If you need a drink or something, to take the edge off, I’d love to make it up to you. My treat.”

She looks at him, a slight skepticism in her eyes, but then she softens a little. It’s clear she’s still a bit on edge, but she’s not rejecting the idea outright.

“Well,” she says, eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, “I am pretty pissed off. A drink might help.”

“Good.” Harry grins, the tension between them slowly easing. He lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “I’ll take you somewhere nice, I promise. Least I can do.”

She nods, finally accepting the bag. Harry watches her for a second, a small sense of relief flooding through him. She might be frustrated, but there’s something in the way she’s talking to him now, less sharp, more resigned, that makes him think this might just work out.

She eyes him for a second, still cautious. “You’re lucky I’m not calling security right now,” she adds, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at her lips.

Harry chuckles. “I’ll take my chances. You’d make a pretty scary security guard, you know.”

Her smile widens just a little, and for the first time today, Harry feels like he might be able to breathe again. Maybe he hadn’t completely messed everything up after all. His meeting would have to wait. Jeff could handle it.

The bar is dimly lit, the kind of place where the drinks are strong, the music is just low enough to talk over, and the walls are lined with leather booths that make everything feel a little more intimate. Harry swirls the amber liquid in his glass, leaning back against the cushioned seat, his limbs loose and relaxed from the drinks they’ve had.

She’s next to him, just as tipsy, her cheek resting against her hand, fingers lightly tapping against her jaw as she looks at him with a lazy sort of amusement. The frustration from earlier is long gone, melted away with every sip of whiskey and the gradual ease of conversation.

“So,” she says, her words slightly drawn out, “when did you see it wasn’t your bag?”

Harry exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head as he takes another sip. “Would you believe me if I said I only got it after I opened it?”

She tilts her head, smiling. “What gave it away? Not a fan of my taste in heels?”

“Actually, I thought the shoes were alright,” he says, lips curling up at the corners. “But I usually don’t pack lingerie. Especially not for work trips.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then she blinks.

“Oh my God.” She groans, eyes squeezing shut as her head drops forward onto her arms. “That’s so embarrassing. Please tell me you didn’t—like—look at everything?”

Harry chuckles, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table. “Didn’t dig through it or anything. Just opened the zip, saw a very lacy little number right on top, and I didn’t need anymore to know it wasn’t mine so why would I keep digging?.”

She lets out another groan, though she’s laughing through it now. “Fantastic. Love that for me.”

Harry’s still smiling, but there’s something softer about it now, a warmth in his gaze as he watches her squirm. He nudges his glass against hers.

She leans over a bit to explain, “basically I went to Italy to see my boyfriend-”

“Boyfriend?”

“Ex. So yeah I went to see him and the lingerie was for that too but it didn’t really go to plan and let’s just say it didn’t serve the purpose of making me feel prettier.”

“He told you it looked bad?”

“Not directly. But he clearly wasn’t bothered by it since I showed it to him and told him I’d wear it that night but he spent the night god knows where. Honestly, it probably led to the breakup.”

“For what it’s worth,” he says, voice a little lower now, “I think you’d look great in it.”

It’s quick, but he sees it—the way her breath hitches, the way her fingers tighten slightly around the base of her glass. There’s a flicker of something in her eyes when she finally looks back up at him, something that makes his stomach flip in a way the alcohol can’t take credit for.

She laughs, but it’s quieter now, and when she reaches for her drink, she takes a long sip, like she’s giving herself a moment to think. When she finally speaks, her voice is a little different—lighter, but with an edge of curiosity.

“That so?”

Harry hums, tilting his head slightly as he watches her.

The air shifts between them, something subtle but undeniable. It’s not just the drinks. It’s the way they’ve been leaning in a little closer with each refill, the way her knee brushed his under the table twenty minutes ago and neither of them moved away. It’s the way she’s looking at him now, eyes flicking down to his mouth before snapping back up, like she hadn’t meant to do it.

The tension stretches, coils tight, and then she moves first.

“Maybe I should go see if you’re right,” she says, her voice lilting slightly at the end like she’s teasing, but her eyes are saying something else entirely.

Harry’s grip tightens around his glass. His pulse kicks up, but he keeps his expression the same, matching her energy like it’s just a game.

“Well,” he murmurs, “don’t let me stop you.”

She holds his gaze for a beat longer, then slides out of the booth, smoothing her hands down the sides of her dress as she turns toward the exit.

She pauses just before walking away, glancing at him over her shoulder, her lips curling into the faintest smirk.

“Coming?”

Harry’s up before he even realizes he’s moving.

When she changes and comes back out, she barely has time to turn around before Harry’s on her, hands bracketing her face as he crashes his mouth against hers. It’s desperate, messy, all lust and hunger, like they’ve been holding back from the second they sat down at that bar. Her fingers tangle in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, and he groans into her mouth, pressing her back against the door.

“Should’ve never said that,” she murmurs between kisses, breathless and drunk on the way he’s touching her.

“Said what?” he mumbles, lips trailing down to her jaw, then lower, dragging against the skin of her throat.

“That you thought I’d look good in it.”

Harry laughs softly, but it’s rough at the edges, his teeth grazing against the sensitive spot just below her ear. “I was just being honest.”

Her hands move to his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. The fabric barely hits the floor before he’s gripping her thighs and hoisting her up against the door, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. The first press of him against her makes her gasp, fingers tightening on his shoulders

He rolls his hips once, deliberately slow, just to make her whimper.

“Think I’d rather see for myself now,” he mutters. She doesn’t argue.

He carries her to the bed, laying her down before leaning back just enough to strip her out of her dress. His eyes darken as he takes her in, sprawled out beneath him in that same black lace set he found in her suitcase.

“Jesus,” he exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. His gaze drags over every inch of her before he reaches out, running a slow finger along the strap of her bra. “Knew I was right.”

She bites back a smirk. “And here I was thinking you were all talk.”

“Guess I’ll have to prove you wrong then.”

He does.

His mouth trails lower, tracing every delicate detail of the fabric, his hands smoothing down her sides before gripping her hips and pulling her closer. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of her underwear, taking his time, teasing her with slow touches.

When he finally pulls them down, his breath hitches. “Bloody hell,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

She barely has time to breathe before he’s kissing down the inside of her thigh, his hands holding her steady as he settles between her legs.

His mouth is warm, good.

Her back arches at the first swipe of his tongue in her cunt, her fingers finding his hair again, tugging just enough to make him groan against her. His grip on her tightens, like he needs to keep her there, like he’s got no plans of stopping until he’s torn her apart.

She tries to say his name, but it barely comes out, lost in a sharp gasp when he does that thing with his tongue. He hums against her, clearly pleased with himself.

“Feel good?” His voice is low, rough, vibrating against her skin.

She nods, thighs trembling slightly.

“Use your words, love.”

Her breath catches. “Yeah. Feels—God, it feels so good.”

He grins against her before diving back in, his pace slower now, more focused, like he’s savoring every second.

She comes beneath him, her whole body going almost limp before she shatters, her moan breaking apart in the air between them. He doesn’t move for a long moment, just presses soft kisses to the inside of her thigh, letting her catch her breath.

Then he shifts, crawling back up over her, his lips brushing against hers as he nudges his nose against her cheek.

“Reckon I’m not all talk then?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement.

She laughs breathlessly, pulling him down for another kiss.

“Not even a little.”

He moves back up to her and slides inside her after making sure she’s wet enough. She groans out. He’s huge. She’s honestly a bit scared for a second she’s never had sex with someone who’s as big as Harry. She adjusts herself without making it obvious she’s nervous as he starts to thrust.

He snaps out of his own pleasure for a few moments to look over at her, “you ok? I can stop.”

“No-it’s great. I’m just getting used to you. Keep going.”

“Mm..is that why you’re so tight? Never felt a cock this big?”

She moans as she reaches for his curled locks again. She kisses him again sloppily this time, his tongue smashing onto hers.

He keeps moving in and out of her, his cock getting slicker and slicker as his breaths grow shaky and his lips find comfort in the crook of her neck where he kisses. He adjusts her under him again to get at a deeper angle causing her to arch half off the bed.

He could hear his phone vibrating on the bedside table, probably his manager scolding him but he didn’t give two shits anymore. He couldn’t name a single thing he’d rather be doing than her. He could feel his release coming and he didn’t want to come before she did.

He reached a ring hand down, the coldness making her slightly hiss. He rubbed at her clit trying to bring her there too. She groaned as the room filled with his last few desperate thrusts, their skins slapping a bit slower than they were a few minutes ago.

As soon as she came, he pulled out, spraying her with ropes of cum. It wasn’t the most he’d ever cum in his life but he’d honestly surprised himself even with this. It was certainly the most since he was about 25. And even in missionary? He couldn’t imagine how could it would be if he was actually feeling risky and tried something with her. But for now he needed to focus on cleaning her up.

After he was all done, he let her borrow a Nirvana shirt to wear to bed along with leggings she’d fished out of her own suitcase on her trembling legs despite him telling her to lay back down and that he’d do it. She turned to him in the bed.

“Do you do this often?”

“Mm?”

“Purposely take peoples bags so you can fuck them later?”

“Not usually no. Thanks for the idea though.”

She chuckled softly. “Was this a..um a one time thing?”

“Could be. Could be more.”

“Don’t be so cryptic.”

“Let’s just say next time I see you at the airport, taking your bag won’t be an accident.”

[xojennyboo]

Harry Styles Imagines - In the club

Read In the club from the story Harry Styles Imagines by xojennyboo with 0 reads. one, smuttyfanfic, tumblr. Attending...

Attending university has always been an escape for you. It meant starting fresh without knowing anyone and having the opportunity to meet new people. In the four years that you have attended, you have managed to meet an excellent group of people who have become some of your closest friends. Although the workload was tough at times, you wouldn’t change what you have experienced for anything. You have done so many things throughout these four years attending but one thing that caused butterflies in your stomach was the secret fling that you had with your literature professor, Mr. Styles.

The day you walked in on your first day of class you could not believe your eyes. To say he was handsome was an understatement. Every girl in his class had a crush on him and always tried to flirt or capture his attention. Of course, being the professional that he is he ignored it. Due to being afraid to say or do anything you laid low and minded your business. You went to class, did your schoolwork, and tried not to draw attention. This caught his attention though. Every other day he saw the way you snuck into the classroom and took a seat right in the middle where he saw you perfectly. He saw how you paid attention to his every word during the lecture and how you furrowed your eyebrows in concentration while taking notes.

With every assignment you submitted, he would write cute comments on how well you did. At times, he would write down his opinions on your choice of topics on your written assignments to challenge you. For a while, your notes to one another were passed back and forth with every assignment that was given. Notes then turned to stolen glances and small smiles here and there. Everything then turned into him asking you to stay after class. The first time you were nervous and rejected the invitation. Then, you accepted, deciding to have some fun.

These secret meetings after class were innocent at first. You both spoke about the different books you enjoyed reading and what he enjoyed. You also got to know one another little by little. You were able to see a different side to him that no one else knew and that, for some reason, turned you on. With every class you had, you dressed up more for him and he noticed. With just one look he gave you, he would pin you to your seat and make you feel hot.

During today’s lecture, you could not keep your eyes off him. His trousers fit perfectly, and his button-down shirt fit so nicely against his toned body. His hair was not too long compared to the last class which meant he got a trim. He wore his reading glasses today which he knew you liked. “Alright class I think that would be all for today’s lecture. No homework will be assigned today so you are all free to enjoy your weekend. You’re free to go,” he dismisses the class. You sit back, your legs crossed over the other and watch as the students stand up and make their way out of the classroom. As to not raise suspicion, you slowly gathered your stuff and waited as the last few students exited.

You watch him slowly walk to the door and close it before locking it, shutting the blinds on the small door window. Leaning back on your seat, you watch as he walks up the small stairs of the classroom until he is finally standing in front of you. “Hi,” he whispers making you let out a small chuckle. “Hello Professor Styles,” you look up at him, your gaze meeting his. These beautiful green eyes that you have learned to love. “You know, I’m not sure if having you in my class is a blessing or a curse,” he says crouching down to your level. His voice went down an octave as he took you in with his eyes. “Well, if you think it’s a curse, I have to apologize since I am obligated to take this course,” you say. A small smile played on his lips, his hand reaching up to touch your knees. He started tracing small circles on your thighs, the touch making your breathing pick up, but not enough to raise any suspicions.

“You’re a distraction in my class,” he says. “I’m just sitting here,” you say. “Yes, but your beauty is a distraction. Your presence,” he whispers, leaning closer to you with every word he says. “You look at me as I give my lectures…I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” he whispers, your eyes fixating on his lips, and then eyes. “I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he says, his lips barely touching yours at this moment. “H-Harry,” you whispered right before he placed his lips against yours.

Your body felt on fire, his hands roaming up your legs, pushing your dress up to uncover more. Your hands instantly went up to cup his face, feeling the small stubble that was growing back. “You’re intoxicating,” he whispers against your lips. “Harry…wait…someone can walk in,” you mumbled against his lips. “The door is locked my love,” he says, kissing his way down your neck. A small whimper fell from your lips as he sucks the skin right below your ear. “Let me taste you,” he breathes in. “Right now?” you gasp, feeling his fingers tease you against your panties.

‘Right. Now,” he says kneeling. Your body reacting to his touch was the only answer he needed. He looped his fingers on your panties and slid them down your legs, the frigid air hitting you as he spread them. “I’m gonna keep these,” he says fisting your panties in his hand before placing them inside his pocket. His fingers teased the area on your inner thigh, getting closer and closer until they reached your lips. Your breathing caught in your throat as he blew air on your wet cunt. “May I?” he asks through hooded eyes. “Y-yes,” you answer. He brought his lips closer and in one swift move he attached his lips to your wetness, a moan escaping your lips as your head hung back in pleasure. His tongue circling your clit, the sound of your wetness the only sound being heard.

He sucked your clit and devoured you fully. You loved his tongue on you, reminiscing the many times he has eaten you out. He withdrew his mouth and sucked on his fingers before slowly inserting them inside you. “Fuck” you whispered watching him looking right at you as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Your wet walls squeezing his fingers penetrating you. He bought his lips back to your swollen clit and sucked, his fingers curling inside you. The grip on the chair handles tightened your knuckles turning white as you suppressed the moans that were threatening to spill out of you. “Mmm, you taste so delicious", he mumbled before picking up the pace on both his hands and mouth.

His tongue flicked your clit aggressively your legs beginning to shake as your orgasm approached. With his free hand, he grabbed your hand and lifted it towards his hair. He loved it when you played with his hair. Your grip on his hair tightened earning a low growl from him sending vibrations throughout your whole body. “Fuck, I’m gonna-,” you breathlessly start saying before you came on his fingers. Your head resting against the chair, your legs closing around his head as you rode out your orgasm. Harry did not stop until he cleaned every drop.

Once he finished, he lifted his head away from your legs. “Fuck, that was delicious. Care to taste?” he asked, bringing his glistening fingers up to your lips. Without a response, you sat up, took hold of his hand, and sucked on his two fingers that had just previously been inside you. He watched you intently, your eyes closing as you swirled your tongue around his fingers.

“Mmm. You are right. I do taste good,” you say, standing up, your waist face to face with his face. “Thank you for your fun lesson professor. Can’t wait until the next one,” you tease, grabbing your belongings and walking down the stairs. “You’re such a tease,” you hear him say, making you smile in satisfaction. “Have a great rest of your day Professor Styles,” and with that, you exited the classroom, thankful that no one was roaming the halls.

“We’re so gonna have fun tonight", Katie squealed as she finished getting ready. Tonight, a bunch of your friends and you decided to go out into town to a nightclub. It was Katies boyfriends' birthday and they all wanted to go out. As you finished getting ready yourself, you could not help but think about what had happened earlier in Harry’s class. Just the thought of Harry’s head between your thighs made you flustered.

You finished your makeup by applying a little bit of blush on your cheeks, not that you needed much anyway since they were already pink due to your thoughts from earlier. You got up and adjusted your little black dress. “You look so hot”, Katie said, finishing up her makeup. “Thanks, babe. You look hot too. Josh won’t be able to keep his hands off of you in that number”, you compliment her. “Well that’s what I’m hoping for”, she giggled looking back at herself in her mirror.

Once you were both ready, you gathered your belongings and took an Uber to the club, where you would meet up when everybody else. Once there, you waited for Joan to come out to grab you both to go inside, avoiding the long line that was forming to get in. As soon as you went inside you were consumed in darkness neon lights flashing everywhere, the music thumping through the speakers. The vibrations tingled your skin as you made your way through the crowd of people.

You finally reached the reserved table, you greeted your friends. Of course, the first thing that was done was shots. Straight-up tequila ran through your bloodstream. Everyone cheered as they settled, besides Katie. “Me and y/n are going to get drinks!", Katie announced. Grabbing your hand she dragged you to the bar. You patiently waited for the bartender to notice you both, and luckily it didn't take so long. You ordered your drinks and made your way back to the table.

All of a sudden, you hear Katie grasp and step right in front of you with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh. Don’t freak out”, she said. “What? Why would”, “Mr. Styles is at the table!”, she said. Surprised, I looked at the table and there he was… Harry, who had e drink in hand and laughing with the rest of your friends. “Do they know each other outside the classroom?”, you asked Katie curious at how chill they all were with each other. “I don’t know. All I knew was that Josh said he was inviting a close friend tonight. I would’ve never thought it was Professor Styles”, she said.

Katie was the only one who knew about your relationship with Harry. “Well, we can’t just stand here”, you say, taking hold of Katie’s hand and dragging her back to the table. “There they are!”, Josh yells over the music and points at you and Katie. “Here we are”, you say Josh holds a hand out to Katie to take and pulls her towards him. “You ladies know Harry, don’t you? Or Professor Styles”, Josh said. Your attention flew to Harry who took a sip of his drink. “Ms. Y/L/N. Ms. Wolf”, he acknowledged you and Katie with a small nod. “You can just call me Katie Professor Styles”, Katie says. “In that case, you can just call me Harry”, he replied. He turned towards you with a smile. “Same goes to you Ms. Y/L/N”, he said. “Just call me Y/N. We’re not in class so we can skip the formalities" you say, taking a sip of your drink but not taking your eyes off of this gorgeous man. “Well, since there’s no formalities, how about a round of shots for the birthday boy”, Harry said making everyone cheer. “Ill be right back them”, he says heading towards the bar by himself.

Katie scooted closer to you and grabbed your arm, shaking it in excitement making you laugh. “He was so checking you out!” she squealed, loud enough so only you could hear but not loud enough for anyone else to hear. “You think so?”, you say, watching him from afar as he ordered the round of shots. "Girl...he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you”, she said. You looked at her and both of you squealed.

Katie went to Josh’s side as you stood there sipping your drink staring at Harry. You watched him intently as he made small talk with the bartender.it wasn’t long until he caught your gaze.it was like your breath was knocked out of your system as he winked and smirked at you. Goodness, that man. You watch him as he gets the tray of shots and starts walking your way. He stops right next to you, both looking in opposite directions. “You look stunning sweetheart", he says causing your skin to ignite.

“ thank you professor “ you say to him, looking up into his eyes. “Harry love. Just call me Harry”, he insists. “Okay, Harry”, you say. “Who wants some shots!”, he screams over the music. Your back still facing your group of friends, all you near is them cheer. “Get yourself together y/n”, you whispered to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you turn back around and plaster a smile on your face and walk towards your friends.

You couldn’t keep your gaze off Harry, and he on you. You watch as he had a conversation with Josh and every now and then he would steal a glance and send a wink your way. With all the stolen glances and cheeky winks, you decided to make things more interesting. You grabbed Katies’ arm and whispered to her that you were going to the bathroom. She asked if you wanted her to come along but you insisted no.

Catching Harry’s glance one last time, you walked away and walked towards the bathroom. You prayed that there wasn’t a line to the bathroom, and to your wishes, there wasn’t. Before walking in, you looked back and already noticed Harry’s tall frame making its way towards the bathroom. You needed him, now. Pacing back and forth in the bathroom the door opened revealing the handsome professor. He closed the door and locked it before making his way towards you. His hands held your face as he kissed you aggressively. He needed you as well, and badly. You placed your arms around his neck loosely as he devoured your lips.

Not breaking the kiss, he walked forwards until your back hit the wall behind you. Breaking the kiss he roamed his hands around your body finally being able to touch you like he wanted to all night. “You drive me insane sweetheart did you know that?”, he mumbles as his lips kiss your neck, your head leaning back to give him more access. “You drive me insane too”, you gasp as his hands squeezed your breasts. “I need you”, he mumbles, pecking your lips. “Have me fuck me, right here. Right now”; you moaned. “Fuck. Come here”, he says, turning you around to face the sink. His front pressed closely to your back.

“Look at you. This little number has been making me hard all night. So short for any guy to see “, he says, your graze meeting in the mirror. Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at how his words were turning you on. “For the sake of time, I won’t waste our time with foreplay", he says pulling your dread up around your waist. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down. You could feel how hard he already was as he pressed himself against you. “ feel how hard you make me love”, he says kissing your shoulders. “Harry, please baby”, you whine. With a single thrust he inserted his thick cock into your wet cunt, a moan leaving both of your mouths. The stretch felt amazing as he started thrusting into you at a steady pace. Your grip on the sink tightened as he was hitting your g spot perfectly at this angle.

One of his hands roamed up your body until it reached your neck, his hand wrapping around it. “Look at how sexy you look getting fucked in the bathroom", he grunted. You bit your lip as you stared at both of you in the mirror. The image was sinful to say the least. “Come on darling. Cat got your tongue?", he taunted as he thrusted into you more aggressively causing you to moan loudly. “There you go. Let the people outside near you baby”, he says. He brings his hand back down to your hips and thrust faster, the sound of both your moans and skin against skin engulfing the room. “Oh f-fuck. Harry, em gonna cum”, you panted, trying to keep it together but failing miserably.

“Cum around my cock gorgeous. Cum for me”, he grunts. That’s all you needed to hear from him and soon you were cumming all over his dick. “Fuck you feel so good honey”, he pants, his thrusts becoming sloppier the closer he got to his own release. “ can inside me”, you moaned and that was all it took for him to cum into you. He rode both of your highs out, your bodies Danny due to your activities. You leaned back against his torso as he wraps his arms around you. “Come to my apartment tonight. What do you say?”, he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses. “Yeah? It’d be my first time going over”, you say. He slid out of you gently and pulled your dress down. You fixed yourself as he got himself situated. “ yeah. I think its time you stopped by. Then I can properly fuck you”, he smirked making you giggle. “Okay. I’ll come”, you say. “Oh yes you will”, he says as you both exiled the bathroom laughing at his lame joke.