Harry Styles | Don't Worry Darling (2022)

-𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐇.𝐒

Pairing: boyfriend!Harry x reader

Content warning: fluff, steamy kisses

Word count: 405

A/n: Hi my loves! I was not as quick as you guys but this is a short and sweet blurb for this photo (That I may or may not have pulled out my ass). Sorry for teasing… Please enjoy!!! masterlist

“Do I look pretty?” He asked as the stylist pushed his curls back in clips. He was preparing for the Daze magazine shoot and every outfit he gathered looked like it was straight out of an art gallery; questionable, yet unique.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” I comment. His lips twitch to the side and his eyes opened the slightest.

“Gorgeous enough to kiss?” He asks, cheeky smile spreading on his face.

I shook my head in disbelief and looked at the stylist, who’s eyes flicked between us. She quickly got the hint and gathered her things to leave. “This is why I love this crew.” He mumbled after she closed the door.

His arms stretched out and I couldn’t help but fall into his trap. I climbed onto his lap, letting my knees fall to the side of his legs, and my arms stretch to hold his neck in my hands. His arms slithered to my waist, squeezing my love handles lightly like he always did.

The chair height made me taller by the slightest, causing his green eyes to look up at me guiltily.

He wanted more than a kiss.

I lean down to his lips, brushing them slightly. His chest rose up and down normally and his nose let out little gust of air that heated my top lip.

Eventually, our lips closed and his soft lips took mine between his, slowly moving in sync, enjoying every second we expressed. His tongue brushed the bottom of my lip and I opened wider to give him entry.

As his tongue brushed mine, his hands squeezed my waist tighter before snaking down to my thighs, teasing his way to my ass. He rested them there, pushing me down against the lower part of his cutting gown. He was already hard.

Muffled voices could be heard from outside the door but Harry could care less; he grew eager and pulled me closer him.

A loud knock finally drove him away, “shoots in five.” Jeff’s voice rang.

“Fucking Jeff.” He murmured through a heavy pant. His head lifted back up to look at me and the mischievous smirk returned to his swollen wet lips. “Five minutes is all it takes.” He shrugged.

I could not believe this man; a horny beast that couldn’t even wait for later. “You are unbelievable.” I shook my head.

“Unbelievably hot.” He cheekily responded, taking my lips back.

“Fucking narcissist.” I laugh.