Harry Styles Oneshots

Only We Know [Fratrry] 🍒

Harry wants to try out his frats new hot tub with you.

Warnings: kissing, teasing, swearing, mentions of alcohol smut; dry humping, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex.

WC: 2.5k

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His lips glide down your neck like silk on skin. Head thrown back, eyes heavy, you can't get enough. A wanton pant fills the expanse of Harry's room, tongue rolling deliciously across your skin.

"H," you breathe, fingers tangling in the hair that's starting to curl at the nape of his neck.

Harry hums, vibrations tingling your body as he starts to suck what will be purple patches in the morning. Your hips begin to grind up and against his from your pinned position on the mattress. His body slants perfectly between your parted thighs, and you can feel the way his cock begins to stiffen.

"H, come on." You breathe out again.

He pulls off you with a wicked glint and raised brows. "Well, alright." He knows that's not what you meant, but he tries it anyway and starts to tug your shirt up your body.

Grabbing his hand, you stifle a laugh and halt him from pulling it up over your breasts. You deadpan. "You know that's not what I meant."

He huffs, smile faltering as he smacks another kiss to your lips. "Can't believe you're choosing a movie over several mind-blowing orgasms."

You snort, unable to contain the laugh that bubbles out of your throat. "You're the one that chose to watch The Notebook last time over a blowjob. Are you really one to talk right now?" Your raised brow suggests there isn't much room for arguing, so Harry keeps his mouth shut.

He falls to the bed with another heavy huff, holding his arms behind his back as you settle back into his side.

You've been trying to watch The Devil All the Time for the past two hours, but Harry can't keep his hands to himself, and you keep forcing him to rewind the bits you missed when he chose to have his tongue down your throat.

"Don't get why you wanted to watch this film so bad."

You gawk up at him, disbelief written across your features. "Tom Holland, Robert Pattinson, Bill Skarsgård." You count them down on your fingers, right in harry's face. "Need I say more?"

He grunts again, rolling his eyes but you don't need to see that to know it's precisely what he's doing. "Your awfully handsome boyfriend is laying right beside you, you know."

You hum, eyes too focussed on the screen. "I know, and I'd happily trade him in for one of the three within the blink of an eye."

The teasing tone in your voice only makes you sound even more sultry than before, and Harry doesn't think it's quite fair. He wants to make his girl feel good, and she wants to gush over other men.

An idea pops into his head, as morbid as it is. "Why don't you just sit on my face and watch the film?" He suggests, nonchalant in how he offers.

You slowly turn your head to look at him in bewilderment. "You want to eat me out while I watch three of my celebrity crushes?" Well, now that you've put it like that, Harry isn't so sure anymore.

He huffs again. "Just watch the film."

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The insistent tapping on your shoulder is what snaps you from your peaceful slumber, and you come to realise you are no longer cuddled into the same warm body you previously were. You're a little cold, completely dazed as to where you are and what the bloody time is.