Harry Styles x Male Reader

Tell me what you want

In the hazy aftermath of our passionate encounter, Harry and I lay tangled together on the couch, our breaths slowly returning to normal. The warmth of his body against mine was comforting, grounding me in the reality of what had just transpired between us.

As the minutes ticked by, we stayed there, lost in each other's arms, our fingers tracing lazy patterns on each other's skin. Harry's touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and reigniting the desire that still smoldered between us.

Eventually, he stirred, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before pulling back to look at me. His eyes held a warmth and tenderness that took my breath away, a stark contrast to the intensity of our earlier passion.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from his. "Yeah," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm more than okay. That was… incredible."

A smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. "You're incredible," he said earnestly. "I've never felt a connection like this before."

His words sent a rush of warmth flooding through me, and I leaned into his touch, craving more of his affection. "Me neither," I admitted, my heart pounding in my chest. "I feel like I've known you forever."

Harry's smile widened, and he brushed his lips against mine in a sweet, tender kiss. "Maybe we have," he murmured, his breath mingling with mine. "Maybe we were always meant to find each other."

The notion sent a thrill coursing through me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. Our lips met again, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment.

The intensity of our desire grew, fueled by the newfound connection between us. Harry's hands roamed my body with a sense of urgency, tracing every curve and dip as if committing them to memory. I responded eagerly, my own hands exploring the contours of his body with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

In the heat of the moment, we shed the last of our inhibitions, our bodies moving together in a primal dance of passion and need. Harry's kisses trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver with delight. I arched into him, craving more of his touch, more of him.

With a soft groan, Harry lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom where he laid me down gently on the bed. The sheets were cool against my heated skin as he joined me, his eyes dark with desire as he hovered above me.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I didn't need to think twice. "I want you," I replied, my voice thick with desire. "All of you."