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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.
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.
She gets an itch in her head one day. This thought prickling something awful, unscratchable, until, inevitably, she has to let it spill so it stops clotting up behind her skull.
And she can pinpoint when it starts, she thinks; that one night, kneeling between his split thighs (massive, burly limbs), with his cock prodding at the back of her throat (it’d kindled, from there, multiplying, into a wildfire across the breadth of her desires— torching). When he’d cupped his palm over the back of her head to feed her his cock, angled his hips and, probably in the smog of a sex-fueled desperation— perfect, dirty merger— pressed at the notches at the back of her skull, down, and jabbed up with his hips.
It’d wrenched an awful kind of noise from the back of her throat (full of the burn; wet, squelching, gagging), the kind that— for a millisecond— she was embarrassed evaded her, as his spitting cockhead nudged the gummy wall at the back of her throat. Made her eyes rheumy, lashes batting when he scraped at the back of her tongue with his frenulum on the way out.
And he didn’t do it again, but this— notion, concept, filthy in the stitching of its tapestry (sewn into the patchwork of dirty yearnings pinned up in the back of her mind)— is already caught in orbit.
So, she chases it on its circuit. Pushes herself down on the thick, throbbing shape of his cock days later, until her eyes are screwed and his tip is almost brushing the same place it’d grazed that one time. Spends her time between his knees, again and again, wondering whether he’ll cradle her by the crown of her head and force her the entirety of the way if she teases him far enough back, just enough, to meet her in the middle.
He never does. Satiated, splayed back, soaking in the spectacle of her sinking and drooling slick rivers that puddle at the root of his cock, make the thatch of dark, wiry hair there sticky and shimmery. Instead, one time, he thumbs at the crest of her cheek (tacky with salt) when she gags and pulls back, and tells her, “Don’t have anything to prove to me.”
It’s a thoughtful validation, but not what she wants to hear.
Read Lucy from the story Harry Styles Imagines by xojennyboo with 1 reads. one, styles, smuttyfanfic. A/N: Hey everyone...
Being a mother is hard work. Your fiancé and you welcomed your first child a couple of months ago in the spring. In the beginning, it was difficult to adjust to a new routine of life, having the little one waking you up from sleep every few hours of the night. It was even more difficult when Harry wasn’t around at night due to his work schedule. He insisted at times that he could manage to take some time off but considering that he took the first three months off was already enough for you…or so you thought.
The first three months flew by, the baby sleeping and eating accordingly. But everything seemed to change once Harry started working again. She would constantly wake up and cry and at times it overwhelmed you. You suppressed how tired you were and dealt with it. You were ecstatic to have a baby. Being a mother was something that you had always wanted. Your little girl was everything to you and Harry and it brought you closer than ever. She is your little bundle of joy.
It was late in the afternoon and Harry was in the studio working on his new album at one of his friend’s house. He had mentioned that he was going to be late tonight and to eat dinner without him. You were sitting on your sofa, looking outside through the window as the sun started to set. Lucy was sound asleep in her rocker chair. She looked so pretty when she was asleep. You on the other hand were exhausted. You didn’t want to fall asleep just in case Lucy woke up and also due to your sleeping schedule. “Maybe lying down wouldn’t be so bad”, you thought to yourself. So, you did. You lay down on the sofa and soon you fell into a deep sleep.
“I think we can call it a night, what do you think H?”, Luke says. The boys had been working on a song all day and it was already 11 pm. “Yeah, I think we’re good for today”, Harry agrees, closing his lyric book and stuffing it into his tote. “Tomorrow?” Harry asks Luke. “yeah”, Luke agrees. “Alright mate, see you tomorrow. Have a good night,” Harry picks up his belongings and starts heading towards the door. “Same, get home safe and tell Y/N I said Hi”, Luke says as he bids farewell to Harry.
Harry didn’t like leaving Y/N alone too much. He knew that she had been struggling with adapting to motherhood. Although, even though she had insisted he go back to work, Harry sometimes felt guilty leaving her alone. His biggest achievement was becoming a father with the love of his life. He quickly sent a text message to Y/N telling her he was coming home but he received no response. He quickly got into the car and drove home.
Once he pulled up in the driveway, he noticed that the lights were still on. ‘She’s still awake’, he thought to himself as he unlocked the door and gently walked in. It was too quiet for his liking but once he stepped into the living room, he saw both of his girls sleeping. A small smile played on his lips as he walked towards the couch and crouched down in front of Y/N’s sleeping body. He quickly grabbed the blanket from the other couch and placed it over her body before he walked over to Lucy who was starting to wake up.
Before she could cry, he picked her up from the rocker chair and held her in his arms. He walked over to the kitchen and started warming up her milk bottle. “Hey there princess”, he whispered as she was now fully awake and aware of her surroundings. He couldn’t believe that she was already 9 months old. While they waited for the bottle to warm up, Lucy grabbed Harry’s finger tightly and started to fuss a little. She was hungry and started to get impatient. “There, there. It’s almost ready Miss Grumpy”, he whispered. The bottle warmer beeped, indicating that the bottle was ready. “Come on, let’s leave mommy to rest”, he tells her as he walks upstairs and into her nursery.
Sitting on the rocking chair, he fed his little girl. She moved her hands as she fed, and grunted here and there. Harry was always amazed at how fast Lucy was growing up. Every time he got the chance to feed her it was a different experience. Both father and daughter stared at each other and bonded in the moment. Once she was done with her bottle, Harry held her against her chest and patted her back, making her let out a small burp. “There you go. Good girl,” he praised as he put her in her crib. Try going back to sleep, okay,” he says, Lucy just babbling at him. “So cute”, he mumbled to himself, grabbed the baby monitor from the nursery, and walked back downstairs.
Once downstairs, he sees a small mess on the floor in the living room. He quietly picks up the little bit of Lucy’s dirty laundry and puts it in the hamper by the laundry room. He then started cleaning the small amount of dirty dishes that were in the sink. While cleaning up, he noticed that no sign of cooking was done or take-out food, indicating that Y/N had not eaten anything. “Oh lovey”, he mumbled to himself and thought of something quick that he could make her. He decided to make her a turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and pickles. He even made one for himself. He set the place on the island in the kitchen and then went to wake up his sleeping beauty.
He kneeled on the floor and gently shook her body. “Hey babe, wake up”, he said. She stirred in her sleep and mumbled his name. “Yeah, it’s me. Wake up honey”, he says. As if something switched in her brain, she quickly sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Lucy. Where’s Lucy”, she frantically says looking for the rocker chair. “Hey, relax. She has been fed and is in her crib. She’s good babe”, he says trying to calm her down. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched a bit. “Sorry H. I fell asleep”, she apologized. Harry scoffs. “No need to apologize my love. Come, you haven’t eaten anything and I’ve prepared us a delicious sandwich”, he proudly says making Y/N lightly giggle.
She looked around noticing that the living room and kitchen were cleaned. “You cleaned up?”, she asks. “Yeah, I didn’t want to wake you”, he says grabbing you both a water bottle and sitting down across from you. “Thanks”, she whispers and sits down on the small stool. She immediately took a bite of the sandwich in front of her and she closed her eyes at how delicious it was. She hadn’t even noticed how hungry she was. “Good?”, Harry asks chuckling at her reaction. “Delicious. Thank you”, she says, taking another bite of her sandwich. “How’d the writing session go today?”, Y/N asks her fiancé.
He nodded his head, swallowing the food he had in his mouth before answering. “It was productive. We managed to finish one song and start another one”, he says proud of the accomplishment. “That does sound productive. I’m proud of you”, she praises. “What about you love? How was your day?”, he asks, giving her his full attention. “Uhm, I think it went well. She wasn’t as fussy today. I managed to clean a bit in her nursery and do some laundry when she napped. We had a nice lunch and then watched some television until we both ended up falling asleep”, she says.
“Sounds productive too”, he says. They both sat in comfortable silence as they finished their late-night meal. “That was good H. How do you make such a simple sandwich taste so good?”, she praised as he walked around the island to stand right in front of her. “Love”, he whispers, crouching down a bit to kiss her lips. She hummed at the feeling of his lips on hers. It was the simplest of things that held so much emotion. “I love you; you know that right?”, Harry asks her. “I do. I love you too, do you know that?”, she says giggling. Harry chuckles and pecks her lips over and over again. “I do”, he whispers, his lips attaching to hers in a loving kiss. “Come, let’s go check on Lucy and then go take a bath. What do you say?”, he suggests holding his hand out to her. She stands up and grabs his hand. “Let’s”, she says and they make their way to their daughter’s room.
Quietly, they step into the nursery and look at Lucy who had fallen asleep once again. A smile crept on both of their faces watching their baby girl sleep so peacefully. “Come”, Harry whispers and leads Y/N to their bedroom. He goes straight to the bathroom and prepares their bath and fills it with lavender bubbles. Once ready, he lights up a few candles and dims the lights. In the main room, Y/N stripped down her clothing and wrapped herself in her bathrobe waiting for Harry. “Ready?”, Harry comes into the room, already fully naked causing her to let out a small laugh. She nods her head and walks closer to him. “Ready”, she says. “Perfect”, He whispers as he unties her bathrobe and slides it off her naked body. He kisses her shoulders and leads her into the tub, him sitting down first and her second, her back against his chest. “The water is hot…I love it”, she hums sitting back and resting her head on his chest.
Harry’s hands couldn’t sit still. He didn’t want this to become sexual at all since he knew Y/N was tired. He just wanted to show her a little appreciation. His hands kept massaging her body, sliding up her thighs, torso, breasts, shoulders, and neck. Y/N kept her eyes closed and just focused on his touch. With each touch, he managed to leave a burning sensation on her skin, an effect that had always been there since meeting Harry. Harry’s arms soon wrapped around her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing small pecks. “I want you to know that you’re doing an amazing job as a mother”, he says, causing y/n to immediately tear up. “I am so proud of you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but just know that I'm here whenever you need me. Don’t ever feel like you can’t come to me because of my career or because you feel bad. We’re in this together. Forever.”, he finishes kissing a tear that fell from y/n’s eyes. “Thank you so much H”, she mumbles and holds him closer to her, if that were even possible. They were soon done with their bath and prepared to go to bed. They changed into their pajamas, checked on Lucy one more time, and went to bed. Both Y/N and Harry thought about how lucky they were to have each other in their lives. They were both excited for what was to come with a wedding to be planned soon and the milestones that their daughter would go through. And so, with a smile on their faces, and their bodies wrapped around each other, they both fell asleep…only to be woken up in an hour by Lucy.
Read Morning Bliss from the story Harry Styles Imagines by xojennyboo with 0 reads. harryedwardstyles, smutwarning, 1di...
Waking up, Harry felt pure bliss. The sun peaked through the blinds as the morning came. After a long day yesterday, it called for a well-deserved lazy day today. Rubbing his eyes, Harry gently turned to his side and saw the love of his life sleeping soundly besides him. Her naked body covered with the white sheets that engulfed their sinful acts last night. She looked beautiful, so innocent compared to last night. He gently placed the hair that was covering her face behind her ear. In this very moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive.
Gently, he placed a small kiss on her bare back, his fingers lightly running through her hair. She stirred in her sleep, turning around so her back was against the mattress. The sheets had pulled down her body a bit, exposing her breasts. Her body is beautiful, driving him crazy every time he saw it. Just the sight of her like this made him hard. Seeing her like this made him think of the many times that they’ve had morning sex. Today was on of those days. Gently, he moved over to hover her body and started to kiss her neck. Her smell was intoxicating, vanilla and lavender. Harry kissed the spot right below her ear making her squirm which caused goosebumps to rise on her body. “Harry,” she whispered, his kisses waking her up from her sleep.
“Good morning beautiful", he says looking directly at her as her eyes opened showing those eyes that filled with so much love. “Good morning handsome", she mumbled, her voice a bit horse from sleep. Harry continued kissing her, moving down her body to her chest. Harry pulled the sheets completely off her body and continued his teasing actions down. “Well, this is a nice way of waking up “, she says, watching as he maneuvers down her body. A smile played on his lips as he finally reached the spot he wanted to devour again. “May I?” Harry asks, looking up to her through hooded lustful eyes. With a glint in her eyes, and her bottom lip between her teeth, she spread her legs for him.
“You little minx,” he says and positions his face between her legs. As soon as y/n felt Harry’s lips on hers, her fingers immediately wrapped around his hair. His tongue licked and sucked each of her lips until it found its way to her clit. Her back lifted from the mattress as his tongue swirled around the sensitive nub causing her to get wet. His tongue swirled down to her wet entrance, licking up her delicious arousal. Her reaction towards his movements always made Harry hard. It also boosted his ego a bit, in a good way. It excited him to know that y/n was his and no one else’s. Harry worshipped her like no other. To him, she deserved the world. She deserved all the pleasure that he could give to her. He loved her unconditionally.
Her small moans were becoming more frequent the only noise that was audible, besides his tongue on her. Her hips started moving against his tongue, causing him to stop his own movements and let her ride his face. He held his head still, his tongue still twirling around her clit as her hips moved. “Fuck,” she moaned her eyes closed as she felt his tongue against her. Her hands reached to her breasts and started playing with her nipples. The sight caused Harry to let out a growl, holding her hips still and devouring her wet pussy until she came all over his tongue. Her small whimpers became louder moans as he flicked his tongue on her clit. Her body becoming hot and her legs shaking as her orgasm approached. With each second that passed her legs closed around his head, suffocating him. With this in mind, she started parting her legs apart, but Harry stopped her, grabbing her thighs and closing them around his head. His movements became faster and soon y/n began to fall apart. Her body shook from pure ecstasy her fingers wrapped around Harry’s hair and pulling it with pleasure. Her moans became louder as she rode her high. Harry’s grip on her thighs loosened and he finished licking her up with a pop. His lips covered in her wetness; a bit swollen from devouring her. “So delicious", he says, wiping the corners of his mouth with a smirk.
He kissed up her torso until reaching her breasts, her nipples hard from the ecstasy. Without giving it a second thought he swirled his tongue on her left nipple and sucked on it, a sigh escaping her lips. He repeated the same movements to her right and, once again, finishing with a pop. “Come here,” y/n moaned out, reaching for Harry’s face, and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Their tongues swirling around each other in an intimate dance. “I love you so much,” Harry says against her lips. “And I love you,” she says. Kissing each other passionately, they let their emotions run freely.
Without wasting any time, Harry positions himself at her entrance but before he could do anything, y/n stops him. “Let me ride you,” she says pulling his body onto the mattress and straddling his waist. ‘I like the sound of that,” he chuckles placing his hands on her waist. She places a longing kiss on his lips, reaching down with one hand between her to position his dick at her entrance. In one swift movement she sinks into him, both gasping at the familiar warm feeling. “Fuck you feel so good,” Harry whispers against her lips. With his words, y/n places her hands on Harry’s pecks and starts moving. With each thrust, she feels the delicious stretch.
With each sink she felt him deeper and deeper, hitting that familiar spot that made her cum every time. She found a steady rhythm their breathing becoming heavier the faster their movements became. Their bodies became hot and damp, their passion for each other taking a toll. “H, I’m gonna cum,” y/n whines. Harry was too, and without saying a word, he pulls y/ n by her arms so that they are chest to chest. His hands reach down to grab both of her ass cheeks for leverage and began pounding into her. Her moans became uncontrollably louder, moaning into the crook of Harry’s neck.
Harry knew his girl came when her body tensed in his hold and relaxed soon after. “Cum in me Harry,” she moans kissing all over his neck as he thrusted in her. Her warm walls clenched around his cock milking everything he had to offer. With a few more thrusts, he stilled inside her, dropping his seed where it belonged. His moans were muffled as he kissed her, their sweaty foreheads pressed against each other. Breaking the kiss, y/n giggled breathlessly. “What an amazing way to start our morning", she says, Harry chuckled. “I agree, now let's continue this in the shower, what do you say?” he suggests. “After you,” she giggles as Harry gets up and carries her into the shower to continue their sinful acts.
