Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: in which you're feeling a little mouthy, and Harry knows just what to do.
word count: 4.1k
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"Are you really going to do that right now?"
"Do what?" Draping your open book over the arm of the sofa nearby, you turn to face him, the older man sprawled out on the opposite end of the couch. His guitar is cradled in his lap, his notebook open beside him as he quickly scribbles down another lyric on the snow white page.
"That." He waves his hand in the direction of your mouth, making you pause just before you bring the popsicle up to your lips again for a quick lick.
"Sorry Har, did you want one too? I should've asked before I came in." You see his hand still before he sets his pen down, chuckling while he leans against the back of the sofa.
"Y'really have no idea d'you love...." You feel your cheeks flush slightly as you look down at your lap, absentmindedly picking a piece of lint off your jeans with your free hand. Wordlessly, he places his guitar down on the coffee table, scooting over to sit on the middle cushion beside you.
"Maybe I ought'ta show you instead." He murmurs, before you can react, he's plucking the cold sweet out of your hands. You're about to protest when he just presses a finger against your now ruby red lips. "Jus' watch me love. I think you might get what 'm goin' on about."
Without another word, he brings it up to his lips, shooting a playful wink your way before delicately lapping at it. The way he maintains eye contact with you as his tongue swirls around the popsicle sends chills down your spine, Harry leaning to the side to rest against the cushion as he hums softly at the raspberry taste.
But it's when he dips his head back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pushes it past his lips, keeping them taught as he sucks it; that it suddenly feels as if all the oxygen's left the room. You swallow thickly, biting down on your lower lip as he takes his time, almost lavishly pumping it in and out of his plush lips.
When he's finally had enough of it, he slowly draws it out, enough for some of the popsicle to drip from his lips and down his chin before looking at you once more. Almost breathlessly he extends his hand towards you, waiting until you take it back to swipe up the juice on his skin, sucking it off his fingers with a soft pop.
"D'you get it now darling?" You look from his red stained lips to the now significantly smaller popsicle in your hands.
"Is that um... was I doing that?" You ask shyly, a little taken aback by the possibility that you could've done so without realizing it.
" 'Fraid so pet. And while you know how much I enjoy when you use those pretty lips, it's a bit of an unfortunate distraction f'me while I'm trying to bang out these lyrics..."
