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Can u do anal play on Harry 👀

Here is the long-awaited smut I’ve been writing the past two days. A squirming and cheeky Harry, a new nickname and an almost submissive Harry enjoying his first anal experience.

First of all, I want to apologise if this is a mess - I’ve never written something like this before so I’m all fresh and new to this whole smut thing, as you can probably guess. Haha. And second of all, I’m not begging for it but feedback would be much approved on this one to know if it was good or bad, and to let me know if you’d like me to write more smut-like things like this one in the future.

A little warning: this include rimming/rimjobs, anal, sexual and explicit language and mature scenes. If you feel uncomfortable, then please skip this one.

Enjoy. xx

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“Have you ever considered us tryin’ somethin’ new inthe bedroom?” Harry wondered, his figure sprawled out on top of the duvet as hewaited for you to finish your nightly routine. An old t-shirt from Harry’swardrobe hung down your upper body with a pair of sleep shorts sitting uponyour hips, your hair pulled back into a ponytail with the fringe hangingloosely down your face due to the length being too short to be pulled backbehind a band; a look that Harry adored. “Like, have you ever considered ustrying something different?”

“Different how?” You questioned, shuffling across thecarpeted floor and flicking the main light switch off, watching as the bedroomplunged into a dimly lit atmosphere, the lamps set on the bedside tables eitherside of the bed emitting a limited amount of light that allowed you to walksafely back to the bed. “M’not going pull some weird crap on you. S’not mystyle. What’s the matter with what we’re doin’ in bed now?”

“Nothin’. Oh, god no. There s’nothin’ wrong with whatwe already do. I’d just like to spice things up, maybe?” Harry smiled, his cheeksshowing a slight shade of pink beneath the limited light filling up thebedroom. “Don’ you wan’to try somethin’ new?”

“Harry, it’s not just that. I mean, like, I like howwe’re doing this now. The most adventurous we’ve gotten is having sex in theshower,” you stated, a smile on your lips as you climbed upon the bed and laidbeside him. His boxer-clad body rolling over on top of the duvet, his cheekpressed against his pillow as his sleep-filled green eyes stared intently atyou. “I thought you liked the fact that we got a bit more adventurous in wherewe do it.”

From shower sex to kitchen sex and from blowjobs in hishome-office to inappropriate yet exhilarating touches in the living room, thetwo of you had pretty much christened your home whenever it was possible. Theday you had moved in, Harry had suggested the two of you have a propercelebration beneath the sheets, where he had treated you to a nice dinner andyour favourite dessert before popping a bottle of champagne open and gettingtipsy in the bedroom where one thing had lead to another.

The first day Harry had needed to get work done forthe new album, you had taken it upon yourself to relieve his stress and workyour magic beneath his office table, curled up as much as you could and ascomfortably as you could, pressing kisses along the shaft you had pulled frombeneath the constraint of his too tight skinny jeans. His stresses exiting hisbody in moans and groans as orgasms elicited from his belly, and profanitiesrolled off of his tongue.

When the football season started and Harry became alittle to entranced by the players running across the screen – whether heunderstood the game or not – you found it upon yourself to keep his attentionon you. To make sure he knew you were still there, bored and waiting for him toswitch his attention from something he barely understood to someone who understoodjust what his perfect night was and was willingly suggesting a night ofwatching his favourite movies and cuddling beneath a blanket.

The two of you weren’t afraid to be adventurous aroundthe house – it lead to different positions and different noise levels dependingupon whether the neighbours would be liable to hear just what you were doing.

“I do. It’s quite exhilarating when your girlfriendsuggests giving you a blowie in the garden,” Harry smirked, closing his eyestiredly, “but, I mean like, maybe we get a bit more adventurous in the bedroom,beneath the comforts of our duvet on a comfy surface in case things got rough.”

“Rough? Is my sweet and innocent boyfriend wanting tobe dominant, hm?” You cooed, running your fingertips softly up his arm.Goosebumps rising upon his skin with a shiver running through his spinefollowing in suit.

“I thought we could try it out. I mean, it’s just a one-timething if you don’t enjoy it,” he reasoned, running his hand down your side. “Wecould try it out? Like, I feel like we could experience somethin together. I’venever done anything different, same as you,” he added, his voice deepening andhis words slurring together with sleep.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Like, maybe we could, like, try different positionsor we could introduce, like, sex toys into the mix or we could try role-play orsomethin’,” he stuttered nervously, his eyes darting around the room, lookingat anything but your intrigued and amused face. A smirk lifting at the cornersof your lips as you watched his face contort with anxiousness and embarrassment.

“You’ve got a cheeky brain in that stunning head ofyours, haven’t you, hm?” You giggled softly, your palm pressing to his bulgingbicep that belonged to the hand that was stroking up your sides. His skin softand smooth beneath your touch “I didn’t know you were thinking of tryingsomething new.”

“All the lads are always talking about what them andtheir missus do behind closed doors, and I want to give them something to chatabout,” Harry chuckled.

There were endless nights on tour – back when theylived on a tour bus and spent every sleeping and waking moment together – wherethe five of them would sit around with beers and food taken from the venue they’dperformed at that night, chatting about different topics. The topics changingfrom sexual and bedroom secrets to how well the crowd were that night to howexcited they were for a specific night on the tour or a specific place theycouldn’t wait to explore. And Harry had found it a tentative subject when theidea of their sexual experiences were brought up in the heat of a moment,laughs and cheers being exchanged with each story.

And he couldn’t help but feel like he wasinexperienced amongst the lot of them.

He had never tried anything on his own. He had no possessionof sex toys or blow up dolls or anything that vibrated, so compared to theirstories, he felt embarrassed.

“Oh, no. No, no, no. If we do something different,then that stays between us until I’m comfortable with’em knowin’. I don’t wantyou spilling our secrets out to the boys,” you warned, a chuckle leaving hislips. “If you spill our sexual secrets to anyone, you’ll be getting yourselfoff in the shower. And I know you used to do that a lot before we go together.”

“Oi. Don’t deprive me of you. I need you,” he whined,rolling onto his back.

But he was a gentleman. What happened behind closeddoors stayed behind closed doors. He wasn’t one to kiss and tell.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone anyway. It’d be our littlesecret.”

“Indeed,” you smiled, “and I mean it, Harry. If youtell anybody about what we do in our bedroom, I won’t be happy.”

“I would never, ever tell anybody unless I have fullconsent from you,” he grinned towards the ceiling, a leg bending up with thesole of his foot pressed to the duvet. “Do you have anything you want to try?”

“I mean, if we were to try anything, I’d like to includey’know, sex toys in the mix. I mean, it’s easing us into trying something newand we get to choose what we use together,” you smiled, shuffling across theduvet and perching yourself in the curve of his body, his arm snaking beneathyour neck and pulling you closer to his side. “We could try some role-play too.It could put your acting to some good use, hm?”

“I don’t need some acting practice. I’m already prettydecent,” he grinned. “I’ve also had some thought into mixing up the idea of notdoing sex in the conventional and ideal way,” he stated, his nerves creepingback up and becoming audible in the words leaving his mouth. “Like, maybe, ifyou were up for it, we could try anal or somethin’.”

A choked gasp left your lips at his confession, youreyes wide as you looked up in shock.

“You want to try anal?”

“I mean, if you’re up for it. We don’t have too.”

“On me, or on you?”

“I mean, like, I had a thought of doing you anally, butthe idea of you pleasuring me that way sounds so good,” he grinned.

“Harry, you do have a dirty side to you, don’t you?”You laughed, leaning up on your elbow and slinging your free hand across hischest, your arm loose and hanging limply across his torso. His cheeks wereflushed and from the light shining off of his green orbs, you could see hispupils were dilated. “I guess we could try. I mean I get how you would do meanally because, like, your dick goes inside me. But, how the hell am I meant toperform anal sex on you if I don’ have a dick?”

“We could buy a strap-on,” he mumbled, his lips toyingwith the idea of giving you a smirk. “No, m’jokin’. Like, maybe you could justtease or somethin’? From the porn I’ve watched, the girl kinda, uses herfingers and sort of like, stimulates that way.”

He had experience – it’s where he got the idea from.

Being away from you for long periods of time had leadto him needing to find a specific way to get himself off. Whether it be frompictures you’d send him of your outfits or underwear shots that you knew hewould like, or whether it be from a video he’d found online that got his motorrunning. He had no type of video, and if he stumbled across a video that deemedinteresting and enough to coax an orgasm out of him then it was something waswilling to watch.

Anal just so happened to be something he had stumbledacross one evening on tour, in a fancy hotel with gorgeous smelling soaps and alarge bathtub where he had situated himself, nude and feeling aroused with nonew updated photos of you to use as wank material. He knew you didn’t mind ifhe turned to porn as a last resort – you did the same behind closed doors whenhe was away and you weren’t shy to hide it from him.

“So, it’s like fingering but on a man?”

“Sort of, yeah. Jesus, this is making me a nervouswreck,” he admitted softly, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “M’getting’ abit tired too. Maybe we can leave this till tomorro’?”

“Oh, no. Harry, we are talkin’ this out now. I’mcurious to know what you’re keeping in that mind of yours,” you grinned.

“No. No, we are going no further. Come on, now. Cut mesome slack, babe,” he mumbled behind his palm, the feeling of your fingerstickling up his bare skin making the nerves in his body erupt. “Come on,please?”

“Harry, I want to try this. I don’t know when I’llwant to try it, but, Harry?” You whispered, wrapping your hand around hiswrist. “Harry, look at me,” you smiled, hitching a leg over his hips andpushinh yourself up from the mattress, straddling his waist, “hey Harry, don’tbe so silly now. We’re in a relationship. A pretty decent relationship, ifanything. We need to learn to tell one another things. Especially when it comesto this type of thing,” you reasoned, “so, please don’t feel embarrassed. We’rein this together, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled, his green eyes staring into yourown, sending chills down your spine.

“Do you have an idea on when you want to try this oris it going to be a spur of the moment thing?”

“I quite like the idea of it being a spur of the momenttype thing. Because, then we don’t have to panic and become nervous abouttrying somethin’ new,” he reasoned, his words jumbling together into a mess ofword vomit leaving his lips. “Like, I love the idea of it just happeningnaturally.”

“I like that idea. I could surprise you, maybe,” yougrinned down at him, your teeth showing in the limiting light of the room.

* *

And indeed it did happen naturally

A spur of the moment thing that happened just 2 weekslater.

In the comforts of the bed after a warm andcomfort-filled bath with a vanilla scent aroma mixing with the smell of Harry’sshampoo, that he insisted he used to wash his hair to rid the sweat buildingupon his hairline and upon his features from his afternoon in the gym.

His body laid flat on it’s front upon the duvet, hisarms folded beneath the pillow his head was set softly against. His hair dampand letting off the odd drop that dribbled down his bare shoulder and onto thesoft cotton sheets covering the mattress of the master bed. His legs spreadwith a width fit for you to settle into, his feet hanging over the end of thebed, with the tips of his toes reaching just where the mattress disappearedbeneath the wooden base board.

There was no build up to making love to one another thatnight, with the idea of having a warm bath together and cuddling up beneath thesheets being fresh in Harry’s mind. You liked the idea when he had brought itup, breaking the silence of the brightly-lit bathroom, and enticing you to joinhim. But, watching and observing how his nude body shone beneath the lamp-litbedroom, it was tough to just ignore how inviting it was. The way his muscularback curved perfectly to create a dimple at the base of his back, just abovehis bum, made you want to press your lips to the tanned and toned skin. The wayhe looked so relaxed made you want to take things slow, as slow as possible, tomake it as sensual and as loving as you could. He looked so inviting and readyto be devoured by your hunger for lust.

With a flick of the bathroom light switch to plungethe room into darkness, you dropped your towel from your body and let it fallto a heap on the floor, your feet carrying you over to where his subconsciousfigure laid. The sudden movement and dip of the mattress you created turned hisattention from the darkness of his closed eyelids to your sitting and nakedfigure beside him.

“Why y’lookin’ at me like tha’?”

Becauseyou look delicious enough for me to devour, you thought to yourself. Asmirk lifting your lips as you ran your fingers through his dampened hair.

“You just look really relaxed,” you stated, cuppinghis head in your palm as your finger scratched at his scalp. His eyes closedwith the pleasure coursing through his body, a smile on his pink lips as the cornerstwitched happily. Your eyes continued to scan his nude body, your tongue pokingfrom between your lips as you licked the flesh devilishly at the sight justcentimetres from you; his body seemed so muscular and toned – something youthanked Mark and the gym for – and his skin seemed so tanned and sun kissedagainst the crisp and white sheets beneath the two of you – something youthanked his many months away on tour for, the heated and hot countries workingwonders upon the skin he had on show through the day, exposed to the sun.

“M’really relaxed. N’you massaging my head is makin’me feel even better,” he admitted softly, his voice barely audible and thewords barely comprehendible as they left his lips.

“That bath made you feel better, didn’t it, hm?” Youcooed, pulling your hand from his hand and brushing it down his back, tracingevery protruding bone sticking out from his soft and smooth skin. “How about Imake you feel a bit better, hm? A bit more relaxed,” you whispered.

You pulled your hands back from his completely,pushing upon your palms and shuffling yourself down upon the bed. The sheetsrustling beneath your bum, perking up Harry’s ears and enticing him into justwhat you were about to do. You hitched a leg over his thighs, straddling themuscles below where his bum and his thighs met with dimples denting the skin.

“What are you doin’ there? Checkin’ out m’perfectbehind, hm?”

“M’just massaging your tense muscles, baby. Don’tworry. Although, your bum is a very perfect sight to stare it,” you smiled,more to yourself than to him with his attention not even being upon you, butrather being upon the pillow and the tiredness he was trying hard to suppress. “Youhave such a peachy bum, do you know that?”

“You’re comparing my bum to a piece o’fruit?” Hequestioned, a hint of amusement in his voice as your fingertips danced acrosshis skin.

“Peaches are my favourite, y’know that,” you giggled,your hands kneading up at the flesh on his bum, your thumbs intensely rubbingagainst the dip at the bottom of his back. “S’goin’ to be my new nickname f’you,I think. Peaches.”

“Peaches,” he snorted, burying his face into his pillow.

“S’that not a nice nickname? D’you not like it,Peaches?” You teased, brushing your naked entrance against his thigh andwatching and feeling as his muscles tensed with what you could guess was thefeeling of arousal.

“Mmm, you’re drivin’ me nuts, baby.”

“S’that feel good, hm?” You cooed, leaning upon hisbody and reaching for the bottle of clear liquid you know was sitting insidehis bedside table drawer. His eyes closed with his head turned away from yourwandering hands dipping into his drawer, silently rummaging and moving objectsuntil you came across a familiar shaped bottle. “How about we try this out, hm?”

“Try what out?”

“I don’ have any massage oils, so, I figured lubewould be a good something, right?” You smirked, an eyebrow cocked up as helifted his head up from his pillow and looked over his shoulder. The half-emptybottle sitting in your hand being the first thing his eyes noticed, your handshaking it softly and attracting his attention. “Will it work?”

“M’not sure,” he replied tentatively, a puff of airleaving his lips to move the strands of hair covering his face. “Y’can try it.I need to go buy some more, anyway.”

“You won’t need too with how wet you make me,” yougrinned, his eyes widening as the words met his ears. His hips shuffled beneathyou, a disgruntled and guttural groan leaving his throat, signifying the troublehe had just beneath him, pressing uncomfortably against the mattress.

“That’s naughty. I never knew such naughty words couldleave your precious and innocent little mouth,” he chuckled, hiding hisdiscomfort as much as he could, dropping his face back to the pillow. Puffingout a muffled breath, he awaited your next movement, the feeling of a warmliquid oozing on at the top of his bum, a trickle tickling at his lower back asit dribbled into the dimple created by his laying figure. “Hm, that tickles.”

“Sorry, baby. I’ll swipe it away in a minute,” youmumbled, setting the closed bottle against the bed and bring your hands to hisskin and covering his lower half – starting at his very-lower back and coveringhis entire bum – with the clear yet slippery liquid that clung to your hands.Your touch sending sparks through his body, and emitting a twitch to hishardening length growing uncomfortably against the mattress. “You deserve torelax, okay? Just let me work your aches and pains away, okay?”

Your hands kneaded at his skin, the flesh moving withthe pressure you applied to the tops of his thighs. Your thumbs pushed aparthis cheeks, a slip accidentally occurring and brushing past his rim, sending ajolt up through his body with a soft yet quiet and almost inaudible ‘hey’ coming from his lips – he wasn’tgoing to stop you from going further, but it felt foreign to him; his body hadnever been explored the way you were exploring him, devouring in his state, andhe’d never partaken in something so different. The feeling of his virgin areabeing attacked by someone he loved so dearly enticed him to let you continue.He could do this. He was in safe hands. It was you giving him that feeling, and he wanted more.

Bucking his hips up from the mattress, he felt a breath of relief leavehis lips as he not only released his hardening self from the constraints ofbeing between his heavy body and the mattress, but he had also proven that whathad accidentally happened moments before had been something that he wanted tofeel more of. His cheeks tensing beneath your hands as he pushed himself up onhis forearms, his knees bending upon the bed and making him more exposed thanwhen your thumbs pushed his flesh apart, your fingertips brushing over the skinof his lower back with your thumbs dangerously close to where he needed you tocontinue.

“You liked that, hm?”

“Mm, felt good. Oh god, s’a good feelin’,” hewhispered, his body relaxing as your thumbs pressed into the curve of hischeek. “God, yes.”

His groan invited you to continue, and with a swiftpush of your wrist, your thumb disappeared. The feeling not only foreign toHarry, but to yourself. You’d never performed this act before. A low mumble of profanitiesleft his mouth as you stilled your thumb and waited for approval upon thefeeling he was experiencing. A soft kiss was pressed against one of his cheeks,in hopes it made him feel comfortable with what you were doing.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

“No, god no.Don’t stop,” he gulped heavily, his voice shaking and stuttering almost, a handgripping at the sheets in a tight squeeze that had his knuckles turning almostthe same colour. His veins protruding from his wrist with the grip he had uponthe duvet. “S’a good feelin’. God, you’re a wonder.”

With a rush of confidence, you began to move yourthumb in and out. Moans eliciting from his mouth, with soft pants and whinesleaving his mouth subconsciously, almost as if he had no control over what wasleaving his mouth. He felt like he was upon cloud nine – a feeling he had neverexperienced yet a feeling that he had missed out upon not receiving for solong. And he could mentally scold himself for not trying this sooner.

“God, yes. Oh, god. Fuck,” he grunted, the word feeling almost odd against his tongue;it was something that he made sure never left his mouth unless it wasnecessary, and from the past, he had never really felt the need to use itagainst anything happening or against anyone who had riled up his emotions. Hiships momentarily shifting to spread his legs almost as far as they could gowith his toes curling against the bed, the initial feeling from the beginningdisappearing from his mind as he focused upon how good and pleased he felt in this moment.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” you encouraged, yourwords soft against the flesh of his bum as your lips brushed his skin. A whineleft his lips shortly after as he began to move his hips against the thrustsyou were pushing into him, trying to sync the movements together as best as hecould to get as much as pleasure he could – because he knew he wouldn’t lastlong and he wanted to make the most of the feeling. “S’that better?”

“Fuck, oh fuck,oh god,” he grumbled, his eyes squeezing shut as he contained himself. With acrack of his eye, he could see his hardened length dripping pre-come onto the sheets,a twitch releasing more and he knew that another press to his prostate wouldmake him a goner. “M’so close, baby.”

With more kisses being pressed and littered randomlyacross his bum, you reached your free hand around his thigh and brought it tohis girth. The muscle throbbed in your hold, almost like his wordless andsilent plea for a release. You dared yourself to go further, poking the tip ofyour tongue from between your lips and giving the skin dangerously close to hisrim a hearty lick, a stripe up his skin as your thumb continued to thrust intohim.

“Christ, that’s so good,” he breathed out throughpants, his face burying itself back into the softness of the pillow.

It was then that you decided to have a bit of fun.Pulling your thumb from his puckered skin, he whined and cried out at the lossof contact leaving his body. You smiled devilishly as he seemed to let wordsfall past his lips, without a care in the world of what was entering theatmosphere and travelling to your ears.

“Why’d you pull out? I was so close t’comin’,” he whined,falling flat against his front, trying his hardest not to grind to anythingthat could cause friction. The knot in his belly was tightening with each throbleaving his hardened cock, a tight feeling that had his eyes watering and histeeth drawing blood from his bottom lip. “Please, keep goin’. M’so close,” youheard him whisper, a begging tone lacing his words.

“Jus’ want to try somethin’, baby. Are you up for tha’?”You cooed, running a hand up his back and feeling his body shaking from analmost-there release. “But, I need you t’turn over, okay? It gives me betteraccess to it.”

With a quick roll and puff of air leaving his lips, helaid upon his back, his knees bent and spread apart enough for you to slipbetween his thighs. Your body now, as comfortably as you could, was laid flatout on your front. An arm snaking around his thigh and resting upon his belly,with your other tucked beside you, a smirk on your lips as you pressed yourlips to the skin just below his balls. A soft whine leaving his lips. Youbrought your hand to the place he needed you and wanted you to continuepleasing, a soft ‘yes’ leaving his lips as you pushed your index finger deepinto him.

“Here?” You checked.

“Right there.God, yes,” he shivered, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes andrubbing away at the water gathering at the corners. Your lips pressed againsthis inner thigh as you continued to push your finger into him, curling the tipup – something you’d learnt after copious nights of researching the best way topleasure and stimulate a man through an orgasm. And you seemed to be doingsomething right. “Oh, shit. Oh, god yes!”

Harry felt like the wind has been instantly knock outfrom him, like a football to the stomach. The feeling felt magnificent – you werehitting the spot perfectly. A spot that he had never explored with himself, norwith anyone else, and he regretted not exploring himself further when he was abachelor and finding himself through his teens. He could only imagine and bringhimself to think and dream about the feeling of what an orgasm would have beenlike if he had just explored his teen self a little further. Finding his pleasurablespots and his weak-at-the-knees areas to tease himself and bring himself to aeuphoric state, just by himself with no help of porn or naked girls on hislaptop.

You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back, continuingto thrust your wrist and curl your finger with each one, his climax breaching andyou knew from the way he was squirming beneath your touch and gripping upon thesheets that he needed to have his release soon, or else he would explode into amess of tears, sweat and an orgasm that had been building up for too long.

“M’goin’ t’come, baby. Can I?” He begged, his voiceraspy and needy and tight, his throat dry from his mouth being gaped open fromsilent moans escaping.

“Go on, baby,” you whispered, his hand reaching downto where his hardening length was throbbing against his stomach, his fingerscurling around the girth and tugging, his thighs shaking with intensity. Itwasn’t long before his thighs were shaking intensely, the baby-hair covered flesh rippling, as thick white spurts of a creamy liquid shot up his stomach,his eyes closing and rolling to the back of his head as the feeling overtookhim. Sending him into a state of almost a pass-out stage, euphoria rushingthrough his veins. “God, you were so good, baby.”

“Mmm,” he whispered, giving himself one last tug torid himself of the lingering orgasm. “Thank you.”

“For what, Peaches?”

“Peaches, really?” He snorted at the name, his laughraspy and cracking slightly as the sound left his mouth. “Just, thank you. Thatwas the best orgasm v’ever had.”

And he wasn’t lying.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you grinned, sittingyourself up and nestling between his legs; his aching, and still shaking, legs.“You seemed to love it. How did it feel?”

“It felt strange. M’not sure how to explain it, but,it felt really strange. A good strange, o’course,” he chuckled lightly, hiseyes closing with sleep. “M’so tired now though.”

“Get some sleep, Peaches.”

As you carefully shuffled off of the bed, you stood tothe floor and bent over, grabbing the white towel that Harry had coveredhimself with after the bath. You looked at his already sleeping figure, a smileon your lips as you watched small breaths escape his mouth. His chest heavingas he tried to even his breaths out, and you could only imagine his heart doingflips and beating faster than normal behind his chest.

Wiping at the release covering his chest, he seemed tofall out of his sleep state, his eyes intently watching you as deemed yourselfto take care of him, ridding the sticky and sex-smelling release from his body.

“Thank you.”

“What for, this time?”

“For lookin’ after me. I love you,” he murmured, atired looking smile on his lips.

“I love you too, Peaches. I love you so much.”

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