Thanks so much for the idea love!! It kind of went in a more romantic direction than I expected so sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted but I hope you enjoy it!
You’d been seeing each other casually for about a month now, and although you were more than content just holding his hand and throwing your legs across his lap while you watched movies on his couch, you couldn’t help the growing desire to really feel him, to touch his skin and and have him touch yours. He felt the same, he couldn’t stop imagining what your body would look like, would feel like underneath his in the dim glow of his bedroom window. Tonight was different and you both knew it- the sexual tension that had been blossoming between you had reached its peak and although he wanted nothing more than to have his way with you, he didn’t want to rush into anything and scare you away. He truly was a gentleman and you knew that if you wanted this to happen, you’d have to make the first move. And as you walked back to his house after dinner that night he kept his hand on your lower back the entire time, making you feel safe and secure and you couldn’t tell him how much that meant to you. You wanted to show him how much you cared for him in the only way you knew how, so as soon as you walked through the front door you kissed him with as much force and passion as your 5’ frame would allow. His hands ran along your sides and yours were roped around his neck holding him against you. “Babe,” he groaned, pulling away and attempting (and eventually failing) to detach his body from yours. Your lips trailed down his neck as your hands fluttered down to his hips. He grabbed your wrists before they could travel any farther down, his eyes dark with an unspoken warning. “I want you,” you panted into his ear, leaving small kisses against the soft skin below his jaw. “Are you sure, love? Don’t rush into this,” he gently pulled your face so that your eyes met his and when you looked into his face you saw love and desire pouring from his gaze, filling you with a warm you’d only ever dreamed about. “I trust you, Harry. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything,” you whispered, your confidence fading as he stared at you in silence. Did he not want this? Was he not attracted to you?
"I love you," he whispered softly, taking you by surprise and sending your heart off at a racing speed. You loved him too; god did you love him, but you couldn’t find the words to say it. So instead you showed him, traced the words with your tongue against his own and bore yourself to him, placed your vulnerable self in his sturdy hands and trusted him not to break you. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses against your collarbone. The last of your clothing was shed and soon he was inside of you, filling you to your core and thrusting slowly, careful not to hurt you. “Are you okay?” he crooned, trying to suppress his moans because damn you felt better than he’d ever expected. “More, Harry, more,” you moaned, writhing beneath him. “I love you,” he repeated for the hundredth time that night, increasing his pace slightly. “Show me,” you whispered wickedly, daring him to speed up. And oh, did he make you feel amazing. Your bodies moved together like the most beautiful harmony, finding a perfect pace and breathing curses against each others’ skin, your hands exploring each other in ways you’d never known before. “Fuck,” he whined as your lips explored his skin. Harry kept his eyes on yours the entire time, watching the way your eyes squeezed shut and your chest heaved as you tried to control your breathing. He loved you, and he felt sure of it now more than ever before. And only once you’d reached your high did he allow himself to find a release, reaching the most glorious pleasure he had ever known within you.
And once it was over and your sweaty body was strewn across his and your breathing had finally slowed but your hearts were still racing, you lifted your head to him and told him, “I love you so much it scares me.” Instead of replying he just tightened his grip around you, unable to contain the smile on his face. You’d found each other and somehow you’d managed to capture Harry Styles, mind body and soul. You were it for him, and as your eyelashes fluttered shut against his cheek and his index finger traced the grooves of your bare back, he felt his heart swell in the most beautiful way. “I’ve got you, love,”