word count: 10.4k content: friends with benefits, flirty pest!harry, teasing, fingering, and oral baybeeee preview: He damn well knows the way it disorients her when he offhandedly uses pet names and remarks that have made appearances during their sexual encounters; he knows the way it revs her and it amuses him more than anything to see her fidget and fumble to keep composure. He adores having that influence over her and he thrives on wielding it to his advantage. Y/N swallows down her nerves, feeling them lodge in her throat and refuse to go down. The way he slowly bats his lashes at her suggestively doesn't help at all. Harry reaches across the bar, hovering the lime wedge over her face. He taps it gently against the center of her lips, the acidic juice rubbing off and making her skin tingle. "Open up for me, yeah?" Y/N's lips part on command and Harry can't stop the pompous hum that runs along the back of his throat. "Always so willing, aren't you?" She glowers at him from the side, her grumble strained and therefore lacking any real mass. "Shut up." He coos with exaggerated fondness, attempting to stifle an arrogant smirk. "I'm just happy to be your first time, s'all." "You're so fucking annoying." "And yet you always end up in my bed. Funny how that works, innit?" or bartender!harry teaches Y/N how to do body shots but lime juice isn't the only thing that ends up dripping down his chin.

MATURE // H just released Lights Up and also made another surprise video just for you.

Harry Styles smut!! It took days and it's well written (i think) so enjoy!

harry is just on the edge of thirty-five, and y/n is someone he's sure he shouldn't get involved with. until she seeks him out, anyway, and he realizes no one has ever really shown her how she should be treated.

He lives in daydreams with me. Harry Styles daydreams that I turned into one shots & short stories. -coarse language, sexual content. 18+. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

A collection of smutty one-shots written by yours truly. They will be a collection of different tropes all featuring Mr Styles himself from AU's, and sometimes other members of One Direction. This is a safe space that isn't okay with shaming of kinks, interests and anything else that may seem 'taboo'. If you don't like it, don't read it. Each chapter will be different so I'm sure there will something for everyone. Stay slutty my friends <3

This is a collection of randomly inspired fun little numbers involving multiple different AU Harry's. *These stories contain mature and explicit content*

a collection of harry styles one shots. disclaimer: this book of one shots is based off songs by taylor swift. the purpose of this is purely for enjoyment with no ties to the actual taylor swift. i am not depicting her songs to mean a certain way. i am simply interpreting them with careful annotations into fictional material. this is not a haylor fan fiction. // WARNING: mature and sexual content. trigger warnings will be added before a chapter when needed. happy reading!

This is a book solely for random one shots that I think of and it's probably gonna be everywhere! I want Bare Handed to be a book where I can try different things and expand my writing for my real books. So enjoy babes **These stories will include mature and explicit content**

"Oi! Where're you going? We're in the middle of something!" Ignoring his friends' indignant questions, he placed his cue stick back on the rack and slunk around the table towards the bar and you. Up close, it was worse - you were worse - and for five whole seconds, his tongue twisted into a ball for the cat to bat at before he managed to ask, "What's that you've got in there?" Not his most original line, but the first thing he could get out before it was too late to talk and he made a fool of himself by standing there with nothing to say. You looked at your drink and then back at him. "Tequila." The mischievous grin was the same as if you'd just told him you weren't wearing any underwear, and he chortled. "Straight?" You kept your eyes on him, nodding a little and taking a slow sip without flinching. It was all he could do to keep from swaying, and he just about did when you followed up with, "Want some?"