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“Distracted?”

summary: In which Harry drags you to the gym and try as you might, you really don’t hate it as much as you let on.

“Do you want to come to the gym?” Harry jabbered, popping his head into the room where Y/n was sitting.

The room she was in, which was quite large for a tour bus, was like her sanctuary. The boys were the loudest people on Earth, she would reckon. Each of them had their own loudness to them that made Y/n wanna face-plant into a pillow.

Niall had his cute loud laugh. Liam would shout at the stupid X-box. Louis would be yelling at Niall trying to make him laugh. Zayn would be listening to his music too loudly. Harry, her wonderful boyfriend, was the worst of them all! He’d love to sit by her feet and tell her mind-numbing jokes while giggling like a maniac.

Harry’s laugh was beautiful, but sometimes when overstimulated it was like nails on chalkboard. So the adjacent room in the bus was almost reserved for her. Y/n could bring her current read in and not be bothered too much for a little while. Never longer than an hour. Like now.

“You know I can barely carry a milk jug, babe.” She joked with a grin. The book she held in her hands was forgotten, turning her head to meet his eyeline.

“I mean you just coming with me, y’know?” He asked, now stepping into the space while scratching the back of his neck. “You can bring the book if you want.”

Harry knew just how much you despised the gym and everything that comes with it, so you were grateful for the compromise he threw in. Harry also knew that it was impossible for you to say no to him for too long.

“If I come, you aren’t gonna ask me to take videos of you strutting on the running thing?” She asked, quirking a brow.

A triumphant grin stretched across Harry’s face. “Treadmill. Promise no strutting, even though you love it.”

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The gym wasn’t as horrible of an idea it had originally seemed. There weren’t any people there. All that was there was the workout equipment and the them.

Y/n book was forgotten about as she watched Harry. He was doing curls, that’s what she had thought he said. His chest was sweaty. The shirt he had adorned was abandoned in the corner of the room.

Gripping onto the book she watches as his muscles flex. Never in a million years did she think watching her boyfriend working out would be so attractive.

His arms were strained. He was gripping the bar with such a force it made a blush creep into her cheeks. His glistening tattoos were on perfect display.

It was sexy.

“How’s your book, Darlin’?” He strained, voice husky and worn out.

Quickly she picked her book up from her lap. She opened to a random page and pretended to just be paying attention. “It’s riveting.”

Harry smirked as he placed his equipment down. He walked over to her frame, towering over her. He leaned down to lend a kiss to her forehead.

It was only a second later when his lips were by her ear. She could smell his natrual smell. God, was it addicting.

“Your book’s upside down, by the way.”

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“She’s mine!”

“Tell me why,” Harry exclaimed from the bathroom, his voice drifting into the paired bedroom. “we always hang at my room?”

Y/n looked towards the door, abandoning the page of her book she was reading. “Because your bed is comfortable! And smells like you.” She mumbled the last part, but knew he could hear it.

She knew because of the giggle that erupted from the other room.

Harry spit out his toothpaste and walked out to greet his partner. He looked over to their white duvet, where she was snuggled under in his t-shirt. Although she didn’t think the same, Harry believed that his things was as much hers as it was his.

“We’ll don’t you smell good now!” She smiled, brushing her brunette hair out of her face.

“Do you not like my after-show smell?” He smiled, walking towards her.

“Sweaty teenage boy? Pass, respectfully.”

Harry flopped onto the bed which a humph, flickering his eyes to meet hers. “I think that smell makes me feel quite manly.” He shrugged his shoulders and moved to his hands and knees. “The shower washes that away.”

Y/n giggled at him, opening her arms to welcome any cuddles he wanted. “I think the soap smell mixed with your cologne is pretty sexy.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose, and a shit-eating grin enveloped his features. “Really? On a scale of sexy, what are we talking? Like Johny Depp sexy or Brad Pitt sexy?” He asked, crawling over her.

A laugh bellowed from her throat, arms hooking around his neck. He was such a goof, it amazed her. “Ryan Reynolds sexy.”

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes going large like he saw the lord himself. “Really? Are you joshing me?” He waited for a response and when he didn’t get he attacked her with kisses. “I can’t believe you called me a god!”

“Don’t let that go to your head though, boy.” She said, playfully slapping his cheek. She craned her neck to kiss him, relishing in his presence.

“Yes, my queen.” He smiled.

“Oh my god!” She shouted, pointing behind Harry’s head.

“What?” He squeaked, head whipping over his shoulder. “The cat?” He asked.

Harry’s cat, Midnight, wasn’t seen very often. He was a cat who hated being interrupted in his own element. The night the band had filmed the video for Midnight Memories, they wandered into the pet store on their break.

Niall bought the first cat he saw, which was a little kitten who was all black except for a patch of white fur in the shape of a heart on his head. He bought the kitten and decided it was the perfect gift for Harry’s birthday.

Harry has brought that cat everywhere.

“Fur baby!” She beamed, pushing Harry away from her.

Face down into the comforter, Harry grumbled out a response of how much he wanted her to stay in bed.

“Midnight stealing my woman. She’s mine goddamnit!”

“Midnight is gonna be my lap cat, watch!” She swore, running over towards the ‘Kitty baby’.

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THIS 👏 POST👏 IS 👏 AMAZING 👏👏. It was so wonderfully written that it would be a crime to read it just once.

When he knows the female body>>>>

Sex Ed With Harry*

Here she is - your Sunday one-shot. Happy Sunday! Enjoy this naughty little piece to balance out this holy day.

Summary: You’re a good Christian girl who’s saving her virginity for marriage but then you meet Harry. 7.4k words

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (briefly)

You’d been such a good girl all these years. Always went to church with your parents, you sang in the worship group for the church on Sundays as soon as your were old enough, read your bible and learned the passages well, kept your thoughts pure, never let any of your boyfriends go past a good make out session, and you even went to a Christian university.

You’re still new at the university, a Freshman on campus and so you go to the first party you’re invited to make some more friends. The more people you could get to know the better.

Tonight you dressed in a baby blue short sleeved sweater dress with your black doc marten boots. Your mom hated the dress because it was on the shorter side but you loved how it looked on and you always received compliments wearing it.

When you got to the house you felt a little nervous. You’d arrived by yourself and so you’d have to force yourself to meet new people. The party appeared to be spread over two houses as there were college students in both yards on the porches and in the driveways.

You stood and looked at both houses for a moment, trying to decide which one to go into when a tall guy stood beside you and looked on with you as he spoke, “I say the one with the white shudders. Seems more fun.”

You turn your head to look at the stranger and find yourself looking at a very attractive guy. Dark hair, a sharp jawline, pink lips, and then when he finally looks down at you, you see his sea foam green eyes and dimples digging into his cheeks.

You smile back at him and notice that he’s got the very tip of a tattoo peeking out from his shirt where he’s left the top few buttons undone. You’d sort of been interested in getting a tattoo yourself but knew that your parents would disapprove and tell you that it was sinful.

“You think?” You question, keeping your eyes on him.

He turns to face you and you turn in toward him, “I do think. Plus it’s where I’m going. Thought maybe we could walk in together. I’m Harry.” He stuck his hand out and you lifted yours to greet him with your name in return.

So, you followed Harry into the house with the white shudders and were immediately ushered into the kitchen with him.

“What would you like to drink? “ he opens the fridge and looks around and takes two beer bottles out. He proceeds to take the cap off one and then lifts the other toward you, “Do you want one?”

You’d never had a sip of alcohol and you hadn’t planned on having any tonight (it never even occurred to you). But you also didn’t want to be rude to Harry who seemed to be very kind so far. Even though you felt like you’d be doing something sinful by having the beer, you nodded and walked near the counter next to Harry and watched as he popped the cap off your beer.

He handed the bottle to you and brought his own up to yours and clinked the necks of together, “Cheers.”

He brought the bottle to his mouth and took a long swig and you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

You chugged back a sip yourself and immediately regretted putting the vile liquid into your mouth. You hadn’t been prepared for it to taste so bad. You grimaced as you swallowed and then looked at Harry who was smirking at you, “Could have gotten you something else to drink, love. Did you not know what that would taste like?” He chuckled as he spoke.

You laughed and looked down at your boots, feeling embarrassed and not wanting to hurt his feeling for telling him you hated the taste.

“I’ve never had beer before so, no. I didn’t know. I think, like, maybe I could try and get used to it. I don’t want to waste the bottle you opened for me.”

Harry sits his bottle down on the counter and brings his hand up to your bottle and he pulls it from you, “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I can finish it. Let’s find you something else.”

Harry mixed you some various concoctions and had you try each one until you decided the strawberry soda pop with a little bit of vodka tastes very good.

As Harry was having you try drinks you two talked a bit and he learned that you’d never had alcohol before so he promised to go easy on the vodka. You learned that he was a senior and he lived in the house he convinced you to pick.

You moved to the living room and sat at the edge of the couch as Harry stood near you. The room was full of people. There was loud music and lots of people just huddled in their small spaces in separate conversations. Harry remained close to you and you were thankful for it. Most of the people at this party were drunk and you were slightly surprised by it, seeing that these were all students that went to the same Christian university as you.

You slowly sipped on your drink as Harry pointed at random people and told you stories about them to make you laugh. Harry was warm and handsome and you found yourself having a bit of a crush on him already. His deep voice in your ear, how protective he seemed of you, the attention he paid you… it all got your insides gooey and fond.

When you’d finished your drink some space cleared on the couch so you and Harry were able to squish in. Harry was still nursing the beer you didn’t finish and you placed your empty red plastic cup on the floor next to your feet.

With your bare thighs pressed against Harry’s jean covered ones, and your side pushed into him with his arm around you, everything felt so comfortable and exciting. Harry kept speaking into your ear and he even brushed the hair from you neck when he leaned in to speak and you felt goosebumps over your skin.

You tried to keep eye contact with him, because you’d been taught that was polite when someone was speaking but it turned out to be hard to do with Harry. His own eyes were on yours and the look he gifted you could easily be mistaken for want or desire which had your tummy in knots. So you’d look away occasionally to compose yourself. You’d never felt so… awake to your senses, especially the senses that dealt with your hormones.

Harry readjusted himself so that you were forced to lean into his chest a little with his arm draped over your shoulder when someone stopped by to talk to him. You weren’t sure what was being said because you were so consumed by the feeling of being smooshed into his body and the music was loud. And you think maybe you were feeling a little bit of the drink Harry had made you.

When Harry’s friend walked away you turned your neck to look at him, “Uh, I was thinking I could get another drink. Do you want me to get you one?”

Harry frowned as he licked his lips looking down at you, “Mmm, maybe I’ll just get you some more of that strawberry soda. Don’t want to get you drunk, love. Need to take care of you.”

You nodded with a smile and Harry stood from the couch, helping you up with his hand. When you’d stood up he didn’t let you go and brought you back to the kitchen with him.

“I could have gotten it myself, Harry.” You laugh as you lean against the counter watching Harry fill a new red plastic cup for you with the pink soda.

He shook his head, “Nah. Don’t want you out of my sight. Too many weirdos here just waiting to take advantage of your innocence.” He grinned as he spoke.

You furrowed your brow as he handed you the cup and he leaned against the counter with you, “My innocence?” You took a drink and looked at him, waiting for him to explain.

“Yeah, look at you. Little baby blue dress, big bright eyes,” he leaned in close to speak the rest to you, “soft lips that look like they’ve barely been kissed, smooth skin on your neck begging to be marked up with love bites, the way you keep licking your lips without even realizing how fucking hot it is, how you’re just so naturally erotic and you don’t even have a clue.” He keeps his face turned into you, his lips at your ears.

You take a shaky breath and swallow, feeling yourself needing something, but you aren’t sure. You know you’re feeling turned on because you can tell your panties are getting damp. Just being near Harry has been doing something to your hormones and now his words into your ear has created an involuntary slickness in between your legs.

“I’m not… erotic! Harry!” You laugh and try to lighten up the mood because you don’t have any idea of how to respond. When you turn your face to look at him you see the look on his face and how he looks down at your lips, over your neck, and then back up to your eyes. His jaw clenched. You just wait for him to continue as you watch him search over your face.

He puts an arm behind you and turns his body into yours, “You just don’t know how erotic you are. But I promise you if I left you alone you’d have some of these assholes all over you trying to plow you with more alcohol to see how far you’d go with them.”

You find yourself feeling so hot and needy for Harry and lean into him as he speaks to you. When he doesn’t move from your closeness you speak, “But you wouldn’t want to see how far I’d go.” You look up at him and Harry’s knees almost give out at the way your doe eyes gaze at him, “You’re just being nice and trying to make sure no one hurts me.” You smile and lick your lips, and it’s then you realize you have been licking at your lips a lot.

Harry breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “I guess you could say that. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. I wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want.” His hip is nudged against yours and if anyone were to see you two standing together so closely they’d assume you were both a couple or making plans to take this exchange somewhere more private.

You start thinking about that. What it would be like to go somewhere private with Harry. What it feel like to have his lips on yours, his hands on you. You wanted to feel his hair in between your fingers and maybe even get some relief between your legs but you’d never done anything sexual, not even with yourself because God is always watching. Harry was clouding your judgment and you were ready to denounce your religion to have him touch you.

You felt your lips vibrating you wanted to kiss him so bad and so in a moment of boldness you closed the space between you and Harry and pulled him toward you to press your lips onto his.

Harry immediately wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss, moaning at your sudden move. He hadn't expected you to kiss him in this moment. He thought he might get a kiss from you tonight, he could tell you kind of liked him, the way you'd lean into him a bit, the eye contact you gave him, how you kept licking your lips subconsciously.

He wouldn't mind doing more with you if you wanted but he felt like you were too innocent for him. Probably a good Christian girl who came to university thinking she'd find everyone else here to be just like her, all virgins and who followed the Bible to the letter like she probably did. He knows this type well because it's how he was when he first got here. He was quickly corrupted, though, having sex for the first time soon after the semester started. Once he got a taste of what it was like to dip into someone he never wanted to deny himself of it again. He couldn't believe he'd waited so long to have sex.

But nowadays he was getting it quite frequently and with no shame. He wanted to show you how good it could feel because he bet you'd feel so good around him, but he wouldn't force anything.

However, the way your tongue was reaching into his mouth and your fingers grasping at the hair at the nape of his neck made him hard. You pressed yourself into him and it surprised him further. Maybe you were looking for something more.

"Want to go up to my room for some privacy?" Harry squeezed at your hip and you nodded quickly, wanting more of him. You'd felt his erection under his pants, you knew that much. The boys you'd kissed all had similar issues but you never helped them with it before. But today was different. You weren't in your bedroom at your parent’s house. You were a university student who was now an adult with her hormones going bonkers over this hot senior who was giving you just the right amount of care and attention.

When you'd gotten to Harry's room you sat at the edge of his bed and watched him as he clicked on a lamp in the corner of his room and then turned off the bright light at the center of the ceiling. As if he was trying to set the mood, which you found sweet.

He sat next to you and put an arm behind you, palm flat on the bed near your bum, with his other arm on the side of your thigh, palm flat. You liked the way he was crowding your space and when he pushed his lips onto yours you ignited. His kiss was strong and passionate. It had you feeling weak and made your heart thump wildly.

You let him lick into your mouth and you felt your face grow hot. In fact, your whole body was hot for him. You timidly lay your palm over Harry's clothed erection and he gasped as he back away from your mouth, "You don't have to if you don't want, love. I'm not here to make you do anything. Okay?"

You liked that. Harry made you feel so comfortable in this moment and it turned you on even more. You climbed up to your knees and put your leg over him and straddled his lap. Harry gently held onto your thighs and let you lean into him to him to kiss him again.

The kiss became something naughty and dirty fast. You were licking over his tongue and he was sucking yours into his mouth and licking softly over your lips. Both of your moans were muffled by your mouths being pressed together.

Harry shifts under you and leans back to speak, "Here, let me move up to my headboard so I can lean against something then we have better leverage."

You climb off of him and follow as he moves his way up the bed. You take note of how tight his crotch area seems to be and you coo at him as you put your hand over him again, "Do you need your pants off, Harry? It's okay if you want to take them off. It may be more comfortable for you?"

Harry thinks you're just adorable, "Yeah, is it okay with you, though? You don't mind seeing me in my underpants?"

You shake your head and wait for him to undress. Once he's got his pants off his legs the bulge appears larger and the outline is obvious. He seemed well endowed. You'd seen a few penises on friend's cellphones who had porn up. They weren't your Christian friends but you looked nonetheless so you knew what a penis looked like, even if it was from porn.

You climbed up to Harry and lifted your dress up to your hips so you could sit over his bulge with your panties and not get your dress wet, and also because it might be more comfortable for him that way. You'd heard some guys had really sensitive dicks and you didn't want to hurt him.

When Harry watched as you lifted your dress he thought he was going to pass out. He didn't know if you realized how fucking sexy you were. You were so innocent and you had no idea that the image of your smooth thighs, tiniest peek of your tummy, and your little strawberry patterned panties with a wet patch over the crotch was absolutely pornographic.

"Fuck. You sure?" Harry keeps his eyes on your panties as you gently sit over his bulge and he sucks in a sharp breath at the feel of your warmth on him. You'll be leaving a wet stain on his grey briefs and he was absolutely drooling over the idea. He was reeling over the fact that he'd made you so wet already.

"Yeah. This will feel better like this, won't it?" You rock lightly over him and he closes his eyes and nods.

"I haven't ever done this before, though. So, let me know if it hurts. I can make sure I'm not so close to your penis if it does.” Your face was very serious as you spoke and Harry couldn't help the small chuckle that fell from his lips at how sweet you were. He thought you were definitely a virgin but he needed to make sure first.

He smoothed his hands up your thighs and pulled you into him with each stroke so he could feel your warm center over his, "Are you a virgin, love?"

You felt embarrassed but also thought it was probably totally obvious. You nodded, "Yeah. Never have done more than just kiss."

You look up at him and Harry's intense gaze is on yours as he guides you over him gently, rocking into his erection and you feel the pressure on your pussy and it feels good. You look down at where you're pressed into him and see that you've gotten his briefs wet.

"Shoot! I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking! I got your briefs wet a little, Harry." You frown at him and lean back a bit and Harry smiles and shakes his head, "Nuh, uh. Don't be sorry. Hottest thing I've seen in a long time. So you're a virgin, huh? Do you masturbate or have you ever had an orgasm?"

You shake your head no, a frown still on your face. Harry puts his hands up to your face and gently strokes at your cheeks, "Don't feel bad, honey. Do you need me to explain anything to you? Like why you're wet or do you want me to do anything? Nothing here is going to happen without you saying you want it."

You swallow and smile, "I mean, I understand the biology part. Why I get wet. So it can make it easier for an erect penis to go inside of me. It's when I'm turned on and my body wants to have sex." You feel embarrassment wash over you.

Harry chuckles and nods, "Exactly."

"But, I've never had an orgasm. I don't masturbate because it feels naughty. But I've been wet before. Not like this though." You look down between the two of you again and Harry's thick fabric covered cock is really rubbing into you nicely and you are getting a good amount of pleasure from the feel of it alone.

"Do you want to have an orgasm?" Harry slides his hands down over your sides and feels your hips under his palms, wanting to grasp onto your soft flesh, tear your panties off, and just go to town with your pussy, but he's going to behave because he's gentleman, despite his nasty thoughts.

You nod, "Yeah. I just don't know how."

Harry stops his movements for a bit and leans you back putting a finger into the side of your panties, "Can I show you something? Only if you want me to but if I can show you where this little button is you'll be able to make yourself orgasm every night from now on if you like. I can even touch it for you right now and show you how it'll feel."

You nod quickly and pant out a breathy, "Yes, please."

Harry slips his fingers into the top of your panties and pulls them down a little so he can touch your clit and get the pads of his fingers over it. He gently rubs at first, your wetness already spread over your clit. He circles at your nub and watches your face as your eyes widen and your lips part and you let out a small whine.

"Oh." You look down to where he's touching you and it feels really good. He's definitely found something there. You can hear the sound of your wetness being pushed back and forth under Harry's fingers.

"Right here, where my fingers are, can you see it?" He keeps his fingers moving over you as he takes his other hand and spreads your labia for you to see where he's rubbing you, "That is called your clitorous, you've probably heard of that before, right?"

You nod and bite your lip as you watch your pussy being played with.

"The clit, we'll call it for short, is just one spot on your body that feels very good when it gets rubbed while you're aroused." Harry keeps his fingers circling over you as he speaks, "It's probably the easiest way for you to come to an orgasm. You've got spots inside of you as well that when they get nudged at or poked into it'll feel very good too. But the clit is very sensitive and most women usually need attention here more than anywhere else if they want to orgasm."

You nod as he speaks and it really does feel so good on your pussy. You hadn't realized how yummy it could feel. You'd heard that when women moaned during sex it was fake and that women didn't really enjoy sex like men could. But this was really enjoyable for you and it felt fantastic.

"Does this feel good right now?" Harry looks up at your eyes and you can see his pupils are very dilated. His lips look extra pink and you want to take care of him as well. It's ingrained in you to be useful and helpful and caring. You can't help it.

You nod in answer to him, "Yes. Mmmm... Harry. It does feel good. So good. What..." you breathe out harshly when you need a second to gather your words because you feel so overwhelmed at his fingers on your clit and the sound it's making. You continue, "What about you? Can I help you too?"

You reach down for him and palm over him and he moans, "Mmm, love that feels good for me too. But it feels better when I don't have my briefs on. Do you want to pull them down and give me a hand job while I rub over you little wet clit?”

You nod and try to pull at his briefs but Harry removes his hand from your clit and he quickly slips his briefs down, lifting his hips to rid himself of them. You climb off of him and take your own panties off, figuring it'll be easier. You fling them to the floor and Harry takes off his shirt and all of his tattoos come into view. You are in awe of his broad, strong chest, lightly scattered with hair and dark tattoos. He looks as yummy as his fingers feel on your clit.

You sit to your knees and slide your dress off. You figure if Harry is going to be naked before you, you want him to feel comfortable so you’ll be naked with him. You remove your bra and then climb back toward him as he has a shocked look on his face, mouth open and movements completely paused at your bold move to take off all your clothes so easily. You keep surprising him, but he thinks you're just so innocent you don't understand what the female body can do to someone.

When you get back into position you sit at an angle that’s easy for you both to access one another. Harry watches you as he goes back to circling over your clit and you being your palm down over Harry. You lay your flat palm over the top of the curve of his cock and sort of make circles over him. While Harry thinks he could actually eventually come from you doing it like that, he wants to show you what do because you weren’t lying when you said you’d never done more than kiss.

“Can I show you what makes me feel really good?” Harry speaks as he puts a hand over yours.

You nod and pant out, “Yes.” Harry thinks you sound like an angel. You’re so sexy. He continues rubbing over you as he takes your hand and spits into your palm and then lowers your hand back down over his shaft. He guides you to wrap your hand around him and slide your fist up and down, “And this part here, is very sensitive for me so it feels really good and if you rub it enough it’ll make me come.”

“Come?” You ask in confusion as you slide your palm wrapped around his cock upward.

Harry laughs, “Yeah. It means orgasm. If I say I’m coming it means I’m orgasming. Same for you. When you have an orgasm you can say you’re coming.”

“H… oooh. That feels…” you moaned and you heard him when he explained about what coming means but when he added a little pressure you felt something zing into your body. Harry’s hands made you feel so good.

“That’s good huh? Feels really good for me too.”

You both focus on one another and Harry’s own moaning began to increase a bit. You’d moved in toward Harry further, pressing your pussy as hard as possible into his fingers and palm, needing to feel more as you writhed your hips out of instinct.

Harry noticed it too. Your bare, slick, warm pussy was only inches from his hard, throbbing cock. If he weren’t a nice guy he could just push you down and press his cock into your hole and fuck you and he bet you’d like it too. But Harry is nice a guy and he wouldn’t do that. But he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what you’d feel like squeezing his cock with your pussy instead of your hand.

When he felt your fine hairs brush over his cock, you’d slid in so close to him, Harry had an idea that he thought you might like. Plus he wanted to feel the wetness of your slit envelope him.

He removes the pads of his fingers from your clit and he grasped your hand that was working over his prick, “You’re getting in pretty close here, honey. Want to rub your pussy over my cock? I won’t go inside or anything but you might like how this feels too.”

You you looked down at how close you’d gotten and he was right. You were about an inch from being pressed over his prick. You look up at him and nod, “Yeah. Will it feel good for you too, Harry?”

Harry couldn’t help himself when he leaned in to kiss your plush lips. You were just the sweetest and prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He appreciated how much you wanted to care for him and it made him feel extra warm towards you.

“Yes, baby. It’ll feel very good for me. When you’re all wet like this and it gets on my dick, it’s very good for me.”

You were already scooting in as soon as Harry said yes. When your pussy makes contact with his warm prick it feels very naughty, but so good. Everything is so slippery as you rock against him. Harry’s grasping onto your bottom, keeping you pressed into his body and helping guide you over him.

“H… holy shit. Fuck.” Harry groans out curses at the feel of you rubbing yourself on him. He loves the way you move on him and how your soft body is so pliable to him as he shows you how to do it so it feels good.

“When you do that, you can rub your clit over my cock. Feels good?” Harry is panting out his words.

You nod and whine, “Yes. Oh my god Harry!”

You two move together for a bit, slick noises escaping from between your bodies and heavy breathing lined with soft moans. It feel incredible and you can’t help but come to the understanding that your body was made to accept a prick inside of you as well and it makes you wonder how it would feel.

Harry leans in to kiss you again. With his lips on yours and his hands squeezing your ass you feel your thighs burn a little at the motions you’re making. You don’t want to stop but you need a break.

You slow your movements and Harry takes his mouth off of yours, “You okay?”

“Yeah, my muscles aren’t used to this motion so I need a break. Just for a second. It feels really good, though.” You add that last part, worried that you’d hurt his feelings.

“I’ll lay down flat on my back and you can slide yourself over me, it’ll be less work because you won’t need to lift yourself. Here…”

Harry scoots himself, with you still seated his lap pressed against him, away from the headboard so he can lay flat. He keeps your wet pussy sat over him and pulls at you so you can place your palms flat on his chest and you’re leaning over him a bit, angled so that your clit is being constantly exposed to Harry’s rigid dick as you slip up and down.

He helps guide you so you know what motions to make, and he’s right. This is far less work for you. All you have to do is hold yourself up by your arms and drag your hips over him, with your pussy riding over his shaft.

This feels incredible for both of you. Your is clit being stimulated the entire time with Harry’s thick dick. He’s completely coated with you now and it’s so slippery and smooth and warm you’re both traipsing toward your orgasms.

As you really begin to get the hang of the way you can easily shift up and down Harry’s cock you pick up the pace slightly, feeling warm tingles in bursts around your thighs and in your tummy.

Harry keeps his hands at your soft bum and he’s really getting into it as well. He starts to lift his hips up toward you in the natural motion he’d normally use if he were fucking into you. With each pass of your pussy over his wide head he keens at the way you nearly sink over him with your entrance getting dangerously close now that you’ve increased the cadence.

The sound you two make together sounds like sex. You take note of how hot it all is. You imagine that you are fucking your self properly on Harry’s cock. That he’s inside of you and he’s hitting all those spots inside your body he told you about. You want to feel that. And if it feels so good to have him on the outside of your body, how will it feel with him on the inside?

And then there was a sudden quick shift of your hips down over Harry and his quick shift of his own hips up and into you. Your eyes widened as you sunk down over him and lowered yourself onto his cock just past his head. You both abruptly stopped your motions.

Harry cursed, “Fuck! Sorry!” He gripped onto your hips and tried moving you off but you had something else in mind.

“Does it feel good to have sex, Harry?” You kept yourself still, if Harry said no to you you’d move but you felt okay to continue. Perhaps it was your lust taking over or just being in Harry’s presence, but you wanted to have sex now. You were feeling so good and you didn’t want to stop.

“Yes. It feels very good.” Harry doesn’t move a muscle as he keeps his eyes on you.

“Then I want to. With you. Is that okay?” You felt he’d want to continue as much as you want to. If it felt this good for you, you hoped he was having a similar experience. “I think this means I’m not a virgin anymore since you’ve penetrated me anyway…” you move your hips just a little at the feel of the tip of him inside of you.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel bad later. This is your first time, are you okay with that?”

You’re nodding, “I want to have sex with you. I’ve never wanted to before but I don’t want to stop. It feels really good.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll let you lead. You try and push me in further, take me inside a little deeper and see how that feels. I’ll help you too if you need.”

You start to lower yourself a little and it’s not a bad feeling. You’d been told over and over again that you’d be in severe pain, but there is none. It doesn’t hurt. Harry gently holds at your hips as you move yourself down further. You’re very wet and aroused and with how worked up you are it’s making it easier to take Harry’s cock.

You begin to slide upward a bit and then back down, over him. You keep your hips angled down and just shift yourself onto him, up and down. Harry sucks in a sharp breath with how well you’re doing (and how good you feel) and then it dawns on him that he’s not wearing a condom.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Your slow rhythm is interrupted and you’re quickly stopping your movements.

“Fuck. I’m not wearing a condom. We should stop and get a condom. I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

Your eyes widen and you realize he’s right. You hadn’t even considered it since this is your first time.

“I won’t get pregnant from just this right? You have to like, put your sperm into me first?”

Harry laughs at how cute are, “Yes. That’s right. When I come I’ll release sperm and that could get you pregnant but we should be safe from this little bit we just did.”

“Okay. So, I’ll just…” you breathe out as you climb off of him and you note the way it feels to have him slip out of you.

Harry jumps out of his bed and you watch him open up his top dresser drawer with his defined ass and strong thighs on display, well muscled shoulders and back, and you realize he has no tattoos on his backside at all, unlike the front of him that has tattoos scattered all over.

When he comes back to you, he knees onto the bed as he puts the condom over his dick, “You okay still? Still want me?” He asks.

You smile, “Yes I’m okay and I still want you,” sitting up to your knees, waiting for his next instructions.

“How about I get on top this time. I’ll go really slow and make sure it feels good for you. Okay?”

You quickly lie down onto your back with your head into his pillow and he hovers over you, covering you in his shadow as he lowers himself. He settles his knees in between your thighs and rubs his condom sheathed dick through your soaking slit and wets himself for easier entry.

He watches your face as he pushes in once again. He only sinks in to just past his head when he sees you close your eyes. “Are you okay?” Harry pants.

You open your eyes again and nod, “Yes. It’s very full feeling. You’re really a lot. It’s okay. It feels good.” You bring your hands up to grasp onto his back as he moves into you.

Harry groans at your ego stroking words. He moves himself deeper and you make a little noise so Harry keeps his attention on you, making sure you’re alright. He continues tucking himself in further until he’s got a to point where he feels will be far enough for now as he’s met with a bit of resistance inside.

He pulls back half his length and the dips in smoothly. He does it again and when he thrusts in he’s gentle but you feel it and you moan at how his dick runs into something inside that feels tingly and makes you clench around him.

Harry can tell you like something so he repeats his strokes and watches your face light up. Along with your soft whimpers and the way you’re squeezing his cock, he knows he’s on the right track.

“Oooohh, Harry. Oh wow!” You haven’t ever felt anything like it. Sex is rather enjoyable. You really like the weight of a dick inside of you. You like the way it glides through your walls and presses over all your sensitive spots inside and makes you feel like you’re floating.

“Yeah? That feel good?” Harry is going slow but he is feeling how that resistance he felt at first, is loosening up and he’s getting into you deeper now. He tries to keep his hips down so he’s not hurting you by raising your hips too much at his thrusts, but he also wants to keep in contact with your clit.

“Yes. It’s really good. I like it a lot. Oooohh!” You moan loudly when Harry reaches a new depth. It was a sharp feeling but you liked it.

Harry reaches you as deep as his balls allow. When he feels himself tucked up against you tightly he chokes out a moan into his room and stills himself for a moment, giving you both a second.

When you begin to move your hips and try to fuck yourself on Harry he gets the hint that you want him to move.

“My cock is all the way inside of you, love. Feel that?”

You nod and whine some more.

Harry kisses you and then leans up to his elbows, “I bet you can feel that. First cock you’ve ever taken.”

He begins to rock his hips back and forth, making a nice pace for the two of you. With the faster motion of his cock inside of you and the way your clit is being stimulated by his pelvic bone it’s causing your orgasm to near again.

“Your cock is the first cock, and I’m so glad. Ughhhh…” your sentence gets interrupted as Harry reaches into you and it makes you keen at your edge before you can continue, “… because it feels so good with you. Your cock feels so good inside of my pussy, Harry.” You drag your hands up to the nape of his neck and slide your fingers through his hair.

Harry moans and continues his thrusting into you. He’s ready to come whenever you are but he wants to get you to your end first if he can.

“Glad you like it. Cause I really like your cunt. S’soft and warm, squeezing me, soaking me…”

And you were too. You were so so wet. You could even feel as it dripped down past your ass to the blankets below you.

Harry picked up the tempo of his hips a little more which causes his bed to creak under you two but the sound of how wet you were and the way Harry’s dick gliding through your walls sounded into the room was maybe one of Harry’s favorite sounds ever.

When you felt Harry rock into you faster you began to feel the bubbling in your tummy as it turned into a hot fire that began to spread out over your thighs and through your center. The constant friction had your head spinning and your legs started to quiver. Your heart rate picked up and your flesh burned hot as your brain got fuzzy and you started to tip.

Harry could tell you were close and he wanted to continue doing whatever it was he was doing to help you get to your end.

“You’re about to come, love. Just feel it, let it happen. Sweetest, creamiest pussy I’ve ever had, can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.”

His words were dirty but sweet. And they did it for you. You tipped over to your end as you lifted your hips toward Harry and began to pulse around him in pleasure. Your voice was loud and it was obvious what was happening in Harry’s room to anyone nearby. You felt yourself spin into static fuzz as you had your orgasm and it was the best thing you’d ever felt. It was better than pineapple, fresh mangoes, better than the first time you drove a car by yourself down a country road, better than dancing your heart out with your girlfriends to your favorite song. Sex felt very good. Better than anything else.

When Harry knew you were coming he finally allowed himself to spill into his condom with a shaky moan into his room. Harry was being quite vocal with you as a way to show you how good you were making him feel too. But he found that you really just did make him feel very good and he quite frankly didn’t want to keep quiet.

Harry eventually slowed his movements and then he dipped down to kiss your forehead and the tip of your nose. You popped your eyes open and smiled up at him in awe.

Harry smirked and slowly pulled himself out of you before tossing the condom and getting a clean shirt to help wipe you up.

You quickly bring yourself halfway up to sitting as you felt him press the material over your folds and looked at him in question.

“After sex, it’s a good idea to clean up. Maybe pee if you can. Just good to keep things clean and dry when you’re not fucking.” Harry states as he cleans you.

You laugh and nod. Makes sense. You watch him wipe you up and think he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. It’s confusing to you because you just did something that should make you feel bad and dirty, but you don’t. Not at all. You feel lighter, and happier and you can’t believe you’ve waited this long to have sex. You’re not sad at all that you’ve just lost your virginity.

“So, how’re you feeling?” Harry asks as he lies down next to you on his bed, taking his arm over you and pulling you in close to him.

“I feel… good. Really good. So relaxed and satisfied.”

Harry feels quite proud of himself. Your words continue expanding his ego and he made you come for the first time ever.

And you can’t believe you had an orgasm and that it feels like that. You’ve been lied to about sex all your life and you wondered what else you’d been lied to about. But for now, all you could think about was what other things you could try.

“Harry?” You look up at him with your hands on his chest.

Harry brushes your hair back from your forehead, “Mhmm?”

“Next, can you show me how to give you a blow job?”

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New Parents

Notes: I wrote this based off of a TikTok my mother sent me lol. Also imagine Harry in like mid-2022!

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They say children, when you have them, will become the best things in your life. You endure a few minutes of pain to spend a lifetime of happiness with someone who’s a product of you and your other half. Your life will hold smiles, laughs and wonderful memories together.

They will have you on the floor, giggling like a crazy person. Spending months creating a room for them to stay in, making sure your home is suitable so they wouldn’t ever get hurt. Going to doctor appointments to hear a heartbeat, shaking your partner awake in the middle of the night to feel their first kick.

Heaven.

“It’s your turn, Harry!” She spoke, turning over and pulling the satin covers over her head.

“Fuck off,” Harry moaned, begrudgingly slapping his hands over his tired eyes. “But it’s your kid.”

“Yours too.”

No one prepared the new parents for the all hours of the night screaming. The sleepless nights created delusions of their mother’s cackles whizzing around their minds. How the hell could someone put up with these little demons?

Harry grumbled a curse under his breath, throwing the covers off his body and standing. His eyes were closed, hoping to get some sort of more shut eye before he’d be up for hours.

Walking with their eyes closed while still half asleep had become a talent of theirs, having to do it so many times within the last three months does that to people. The mapping of their home has become second nature to him, even in the pitch black of the night.

He would need a cup of coffee, desperately.

Screaming echoed from their daughter’s room, increasing with every zombified step he took. This was how it was the last few months, except for the first week.

The first week they brought their daughter Presley home was heaven, it was everything they had heard about. She was a quiet and peaceful little squished face baby, not a single ounce of fuss at all.

Like an excerpt of the bible, on the seventh day all hell broke loose. That was when the screaming started. As much as Y/n loved her wonderful husband, Harry got on her nerves. And the same would go for him, but he was a little better at hiding it.

His bare feet made it into the room, turning to the crib to console Presley. He held her like glass, something that could break if you made a simply wrong move. A high pitched scream shot through his ear and right out the other side of his head, a need to cry as well punching him in the heart.

“Okay Princess, daddy’s here. Shhh, you’re okay.” He soothed, rocking his bundle of love in his arms. Swaying to a gentle unheard rhythm, he willed her to fall back to sleep. “I understand you love me, but daddy needs his sleep. Please” His words were breathy, pleading not only with the infant but with whatever god could hear him.

Sadly, Presley’s love for her father overpowered his wishes of sleep. Screams and whines continued to pour from the infant's mouth, seemingly for hours.

It only took a few minutes of the gut wrenching noise for Y/n to clamor out of her bed and join her husband. Standing in just black boxers and a white tee with tousled hair, he still looked good enough to bite. Here’s to another sleepless night, she thought.

“Babe, give me her and let's go get some coffee.” She spoke slowly, reaching for the bundle held with his large arms.

“Coffee?” He asked, sleep evident in his husky voice.

Coffee was a safe haven in their home now. Harry wasn’t proud of it, though. He loved to pride himself on only his English breakfast tea and baby-chinos on the off chance he got coffee. He wasn’t a coffee drinker. Well, he didn’t used to be a coffee drinker.

Y/n hummed and grasped onto her daughter gently. She stepped aside so he could shuffle past, rolling her eyes as he hoisted his under pants up and burped on his way out.

“We need a bath.” She pointed out to the wiggling little monster in her arms. “You need to sleep.”

It had been almost two weeks since she had last had a shower, her own smell couldn’t repulse her anymore. That’s when she just knew it was bad. She probably had vomit in her hair, which itself made her wanna crawl into bed and never leave.

After another moment, Presley stopped screaming. She opened her eyes and peered up at her mother, chubby cheeks giving her a permanent fake-grumpy face. They decided to go join Harry, the thought of liquid gold the only thing present on Y/n’s mind.

The hallways were covered in ultrasound photographs and in every room were some sort of baby item. It had taken a month to babyproof the whole home with the help of Kid Harpoon and Lizzo.

Y/n walked into the kitchen to find her husband at the island counter, eyes still closed.

She walked over to him to offer a hand. Her steps halted when she made it behind his shoulder, peering down at what her husband was doing.

Using the coffee scooper, he was plopping spoon fulls of baby formula into the coffee maker. Holy shit. A smile crept up her face, which turned into a giggle. And giggling turned into a hysterical laughing fit of delusion.

When Harry opened his eyes and seen what was so funny, he himself started laughing. It had to have been the no sleep, but this was the funiest thing in the whole world.

Presley was confused as to what was happening, though. Both of her parents were laughing at seemingly nothing, slowly going mad.

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JJ from Outer Banks is literally Duplicity Niall in a different font

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type: fluff

Pairing: prince hair Harry x reader

Warnings: slight swearing, anxiety, younger sister being a jerk

Notes: Written in 2nd person! Harry is not famous in this. This is based off of the show/books of “To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before” with some added details. “The Outsiders” also influenced this as well!

To The Boy I loved Last Year

About a year ago, you had written a love letter to a boy in your year. It was a paragraph or two and silly but the memory still made you smile. Usually you wouldn’t ever have the nerve to say such romantically cheesy things, but you hadn’t seen the harm in writing it in a never-to-be-sent letter.

When you had finished writing it, it was tucked away in a little shoebox under your bed. Never to be touched. Never to be read. It could never be read by him, especially since it had your name signed at the bottom. Your stomach dropped each time you thought about that; him knowing who you were and calling you a crazy stalker.

The letter had been completely forgotten about. You still thought Harry was cute, he was the prettiest boy in your school- in your opinion. This year the two of you barely had any classes together, so the crush had started to fade. It was like a memory you can never fully remember yet, it stays in the back of your mind forever.

On a drab Wednesday while looking for a pen that rolled off the desk, you found the box the letter had been tucked away in. You pulled the box out. The memory of writing it and sealing the envelope with a kiss rushed through the forefront of your mind. Maybe it was time to reread the silly thing and have a laugh at yourself.

But to your dismay, the letter was gone, along with all the other things you stuck in the box over the years. No one in your house regularly snoops through your room but your little sister. So she had obviously done something. Quickly, you ran out of your room in search for her.

“What did you do with that letter in the box under my bed?” You shouted at her, your face heating up with annoyance.

She turned to you, taken aback. “What do you mean what did I do with it? I sent it. What else are you supposed to do with a letter?” Her face contorted in confusion.

“When..when did you send that letter?” Fear clawed at your lower stomach, heart dropping down to your feet. You could feel how pale you had gotten, anxiety barreling through you like a freight train.

“I think a week ago? Y/n what’s wrong? His name and address was on it! All it was missing was a stamp.”

“It was missing a stamp for a reason, you damn idiot!” You shouted, your feet carrying you to the door and out. Surely, you could get to his house before he could read it, right? Simple solution. Harry’s ‘family’ didn’t seem like they checked their mailbox daily.

Harry lived with his friends. They called themselves a little gang, but really it was a bunch of kids running around stealing money from tip jars sometimes. You had overhead them in the hallway once. You were almost sure you heard Harry talk about how his parents were in a mobile accident.

When you got to the mailbox of his home, which conveniently was on the other end of your block was empty with the flag up. It mustn’t have turned up yet. With a sigh, you put the flag down out of habit and walked off. Luck hadn’t been on your side today so you knew it not coming yet didn’t seem likely.

The next day your nerves were at an all time high, even the slight sound of a scuffing boot made you jump. It was so bad that your sorta friend, Marie, had even noticed.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, turning towards you.

It had caught you off guard, staring down at the practically inedible school food. She didn’t really care about anyone’s feelings but herself. But even if she didn’t actually care, you thought it was the better time than ever to talk about it.

“I wrote this love letter a year ago to this guy I had a crush on. I obviously never sent it, but I signed my name and put his address on the envelope.” You slapped your hand across your face, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I found out that my sister sent the letter to him a week ago.”

After a few seconds, Marie’s face twisted up in a overbearing smile. A smile that stretched from ear to ear. “That’s amazing! You won’t even need to confess. Isn’t that perfect?”

“I wish it was that easy, M. We live really close and if he doesn’t reciprocate the feeling, I’m beyond screwed. The second he reads the letter I’m done for.” You complain, putting your down on your arms with a groan.

Picking your head back up, you looked over towards his table. Your mind wandered, against yourself. The last year had changed him so much, his features had matured and his hair was grown out. But yet, he still had that boyish charm. He wasn’t like the other greasers in his gang, he wasn’t like any of the guys in the whole school. Maybe even in the whole world.

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Once the bell had rung and you were out of the building, a wave of relief washed over you. You were thankful he hadn’t come up to you at all. Without a second thought, you thought that it meant he hadn’t read it yet.

Then a gentle hand fell on your shoulder. Fuck.

A sigh escaped your lips before turning to see the boy you’d been avoiding all day. Red creeped up your neck, undoubtedly creating a tense atmosphere. Harry spoke a soft greeting; your stomach dropped.

“God, listen..I’m so sorry. You weren’t ever supposed-“

“I ain’t- do you think I’m mad or something?” He let out a laugh, his voice deeper than it was before. “I wanted to ask if you would come to my place and help me with some homework?”

Just like that a weight was lifted off of your chest. He hadn’t read the letter! He probably hadn’t even gotten it yet. All he wanted to do was hang and study. That you could do. Definitely.

A smile appeared across your face, familiar emotions bubbling up in your abdomen. “Yeah. Right now?”

He nodded in response. After a few moments you started over to his place. That smile on your face never really faltered. Silence engulfed you both, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You were relishing in his company.

As you reached the steps to the front door, he turned with a coy smile. “The place is a little messy, but my room’s fine.”

You followed him in and a wave of nostalgia hit you. Everything was exactly the same, down to the hung picture Niall drew a few years ago. It wasn’t as nearly as messy as you’d think, especially with almost seven teenagers roughhousing in there all day. Zayn and Harry mustn’t have gotten to clean yet, knowing they were the only ones who cared about how the house looked.

You walked into his room and sat on the far end of the bed, starting to twiddle your thumbs. Anxiety started to tiptoe up your legs, making itself known.

Harry sat at the other end of the bed, leaving two feet between you both. “So Harry-”

“Please, you know it’s H.”

Butterflies.

“So H,” you emphasized his nickname, smiling at him. “What did you need help with? I know I won’t be any help in algebra if that’s what you’re stuck on.”

He nodded his head, twisting his body to pull something from under his pillow. That’s not a great hiding spot.

When he turned back, the world stopped. The letter. Opened, and definitely read. “I actually wanted to talk about this.”

He let if fall between your cris-crossed legs, lingering a few inches in front of your hands. You were itching to just snatch it and run as far as possible. Red. That’s all you felt- hell, more like scarlett.

You felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at you. Felt like a criminal being investigated. Anxiety raced up and down your veins as you stared at the little thing that has ruined your life.

Say something! You yelled at yourself, scolding your locked lips.

“I- oh gosh. This wasn’t ever supposed to sent at all. I’m sorry if it made you think anything weird or-”

“Hey it’s alright, Y/n. I honestly thought it was kinda cute.”

Silence. Uncomfortable. Damnit.

“I’m sorry again, it wasn’t supposed to be read by you. It was just some silly thing I di-”

You were cut off by a soft pair of lips. They were gentle and very wry, testing to see if it was okay. You were startled. There was no reality you made up in your head where he reacted like this. You thought he’d hate you forever.

Just when he started to pull away, his confidence gone, you cupped his jaw. His skin was porcelain smooth, and it took your breath away. How he could look tough but feel so soft made your legs tremble and feel like jelly.

The kiss only lasted for another few seconds, leaning back to read each others emotions. “I’m glad that letter was sent.” Harry’s voice filled the silence.

“Me too.” You breathed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I met you.” He smiled, showing his dimples.

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