Harry Styles Oneshots

Mr Romantic [Fratrry] 🍒

Harry's never been a romantic, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's sex.

Warnings: kissing, teasing, swearing, smut; fingering, daddy kink, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex.

WC: 2.2k

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Nothing is ever innocent with Harry, you should've learnt your lesson by now. He never just comes over to help you study, or watch a movie. So why did you think tonight would be any different?

Maybe you just hoped your boyfriend would be a little more spontaneous in the romantic sense. Because he is spontaneous, absolutely. But you're not sure Harry has a single romantic bone in his body.

And if he does, he doesn't seem to have any need nor want to show it.

You don't want to complain about him, not in the slightest — because he does make you happy, and you do love him with every ounce of your being.

It's just sometimes, you'd appreciate the little things. Like a kiss to your knuckles, or a random bunch of flowers. You get the pet names; baby, darling, love — but that's as far as endearment goes with Harry.

Maybe it's just a phase, you find yourself wondering most of the time. Perhaps he's just in that horny, frat boy era and the second university is over, that's when the romance will start.

If you're honest, you're kind of hoping so. You don't need romance, your relationship is passionate enough without it, but God, a little would be nice.

So really, in hindsight, you shouldn't have expected some cute date when Harry told you he was picking you up this evening for pizza and a late night drive.

You got your pizza (Harry's treat), before piling back up in his car for a late night drive.

You can't lie, late drives with Harry are one of your favourite things to do together. Windows down, blaring music. And maybe you were a little harsh earlier.

There's been a couple instances where a drive has turned into parking at the peak of a hill, the pair of you laid across the bonnet trying to count all the stars you could see above you.

That's not what tonight was supposed to be, because the drive lasted fifteen minutes before Harry stuck his hand down your knickers and his tongue in your mouth.

But you'll never complain about that.

He's gentle in the most feverish way possible. He needs you, wants you, craves you—but his touch is soft and tender, each caress bringing another surge of warmth to the surface of your skin.

The windows are foggy, though you haven't opened your eyes in a while. Harry's got his mouth enveloped over your pearled nipple, suckling and nibbling oh so gently.

One hand is stuffed in your knickers, the other around your throat. Your seat's been reclined all the way back, your body completely horizontal as he hovers over you.

You never want to open your eyes, not even to take a peek. You're too in awe of the way he makes you feel - even with the gentlest of touches.

His fingers toy with your clit, rubbing in such tight circles it feels more like a side-to-side movement. But it's what you love and Harry knows it.

He's always known how to get you there; when to push, when to pull. Your body relaxes completely when he has his way – no part of you has ever doubted his touch, never will.

"I wanna touch you," you pant.

Your hips are rolling against his hand, back arching ever so slightly when he bites a little harder than before. Harry pecks your perked nipple, doting kisses across your chest and neck until his lips are level with your ear.