Harry Styles Oneshots

Hot Distraction [Bisexual!Y/N] 🍒

Y/N breaks up with her girlfriend and Harry helps take her mind off things.

Warnings: dom/sub relationships, unprotected sex, kissing, teasing, swearing, spanking, dirty talk, anal (fingering)

WC: 2.8k

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Harry has no idea what to do. He's never seen her cry before and he doesn't know if he should give her a hug or try to make light of the situation.

"I don't even know why I'm crying."

Harry's even more confused than he was before. He'll never ever understand women's emotions. And by the sight before him, he doesn't think he ever wants to.

"S'okay, petal. It hurts now but it'll be a distant memory in a few weeks time."

She scoffs at him, at his sorry attempt to cheer her up. Y/N doesn't need or want pity. She wants to warn off all women and whore it up for a little bit.

If she's honest, the breakup has been a long time coming. They'd only been together six months but things weren't the same as when they first met.

Alora was a beautiful woman, funny and kind. But the first few times of fooling around were a lot more exciting than six months in, where her sex drive seemed to just vanish.

Y/N has thought that perhaps she was the problem. Maybe she craves sex too much and too often and that's the issue. She also thought that maybe she secretly had a fear of commitment and that's what made her more than okay with Alora calling things off.

She knows now that's not the case. Alora was seeing other people behind Y/N's back. Given, they never really spoke about being exclusive, but Y/N had just assumed that if Alora was seeing other people, she'd have the decency to let Y/N know.

And now, she's about ready to swear off all women.

She stands from the sofa, wiping the tears from her face and taking a shaky breath. There's no way in hell she's going to ruin her Friday night sobbing over another woman. No fucking chance.

"Do you have plans tonight?" she asks Harry, chin raised as she acts unbothered by her situation.

Harry shakes his head. "No, why? You wanna go out?"

Her lip is taut between her teeth as she considers the proposition. A night out could be perfect – sex with a hot, random stranger will most definitely take her mind off things.

She nods, once. But it's like Harry can smell the hesitation. He squints at her, leaning forward in his spot on the sofa.

"You're not just wanting to go out so you can have a one night stand, are you?"

"No!" her voice is high-pitched, a dead giveaway that that's exactly what she plans on doing.

Harry huffs, closing his eyes for a moment. It's no secret that he's got the hots for Y/N. He's always found her incredibly attractive. But in the two years he's known her, she's only ever dated women.

He doesn't think there's ever even been an instance where she's acknowledged another man. Harry notices her sheepish expression and his tummy knots and twists.

"If you were into guys..." he mumbles out, more to himself but it still reaches Y/N's ears and she frowns.

"I am."

Harry's head snaps up, staring at her in bewilderment. "You are? I thought you were gay."

Y/N laughs softly. "I am... slightly. I prefer men usually, but women are just softer and more attentive I find."