*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar*
The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music.
Along w...
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look at our biker boy(;
Summary: reader and harry have a serious pillow talk. headed back on the road, harry reveals to reader just what "watermelon sugar" actually means, then takes her for a motorcycle ride (where she rides him later on in return). after reader has a serious discussion with lana about lana's fallen relationship with rocky, reader decides to make a serious decision about her relationship with harry. and learns something important about harry after a mishap on stage.
Note: grammar and spelling errors.
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Warning: language, mentions of smut, SMUT (;
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***July 13, 1975***
Harry's scent crept underneath your nose. His body heat pressed against your back. The air from his nose tickling against your shoulder. His arms engulfing you as the two of you spooned.
His left arm hung around your waist, his large hand completely cupping your bare breast.
The two of you entirely nude from the night before.
You could feel his fingers gently move against your breast as he slept, something caused by his sleepy daze. The tickles of it woke you up.
Your eyes slowly opened as you awakened, your hand lazily smoothing over his hand that had been groping you, and rested it there. A soft smile growing on your face at the intimate touch.
Harry remained peacefully asleep as you turned to lie on your back. And looked at his closed eyes. His hair a mess from sleeping. And the tugging from the previous night. His lips pink. And the stubble a bit longer.
Your eyes skimmed down his bare chest uncovered by the white sheets. His skin blotched with black ink all over.
You were curious about all of them. The stories.
Your fingertips gliding over each one and predicting a story for each. But your fingertips were soon replaced with your lips. Pecking soft kisses on different ones.
Harry's stomach flexed underneath your touch, notifying you he was waking up. But you only continued with the pecks.
Harry's hands moved across the white sheets, a soft smile growing on his pink lips at the soft tickles of your lips. It was a heavenly feeling to him.
"I'm going to write too many songs about you," Harry's voice was hoarse from just waking up, his words gaining your attention as you looked up at him. His eyes still closed and a cheeky grin on his face. A tired, cheeky grin.
