Harry Styles Oneshots

Liquid Courage 🍒

Y/N and Harry go camping and the flirting finally comes to ahead.

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

WC: 5.1k

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The night's young as Y/N sips on Sarah's margaritas, a sigh escaping her lips. Her surroundings are illuminated by the twinkling stars and burning fire in the middle of the pit. She's perched on one of the three logs that surrounds their heat source, listening haphazardly to the chatter around her as the substance settles into her veins.

Y/N always felt more confident after a few drinks, resulting in herself becoming much more daring than usual. She's insanely laid back when she's been drinking, a stark contrast to her usual anxious and sometimes moronic self.

Although she's only had two drinks, the alcohol has already begun taking its toll on her. Y/N can feel her hormones overtaking, dirty thoughts invading her mind as her eyes surveyed the camp for one person in particular.

Harry.

He's leaning against the tree trunk across from her, his knees slightly bent at his slouched position and a small smirk plays on his lips. Y/N can't seem to tear her eyes away, she doesn't want to.

Harry's always been a sight for sore eyes and tonight is no different. She notices the way his smirk grows into a smile at something Mitch says, and it sets off a violent rumble in the pit of her stomach that aches all the way down between her legs.

Y/N watches the way he reaches for the joint that Mitch offers him, eyes following as he brings it to his lips and takes a drag. She pinches her legs shut tight.

Harry's always most careless on the annual camping trips, not having to worry about the consequences of the media exposure if he does something stupid. It's really the only time he can get absolutely shitfaced without the worry of his mistakes and drunken antics making the headlines.

Y/N whines to herself silently, bottom lip tugging between her teeth when she catches sight of the visible veins protruding from Harry's arms. Without a second thought, she guzzles the rest of her drink, setting the cup onto the dirty ground beneath her and standing from the log.

She's got a sly smirk smeared across her lips as she makes her way through the small camp, catching the eyes of most the boys — including the guys with Harry. Mitch hits his shoulder gently to get his attention, a subtle warning that she's approaching.

Everyone knows there's something between Y/N and Harry. The girls knew she liked him, and the boys knew he liked her. It was just a matter of telling one another how they felt, but it had never been as simple as they. Instead, they allowed themselves the torture of silent, mutual pining.

But Y/N's growing tired of the flirty stares and risque touches. She wants him and she knows he wants her. It's all a matter of who makes the first move. And for the first time in her life, it's gonna be her.

Y/N's legs carry her gracefully to the men as Harry turns with slightly squinted, hooded lids and a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Evening boys," Harry eyes her, drinking her in. That godforsaken smirk only grows as he notices the slight shy grin Y/N shoots him.

"And how can we help you, pretty lady?" Mitch queries, eyebrows raised slightly and Y/N swears she could've heard a low growl slip from Harry's lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she speaks slowly, inching toward Mitch and placing a hand on his chest, rubbing her thumb against the dirty fabric of his shirt.