*Harry’s P.O.V*
I lowered my head back down, planting a kiss on (Y/N)’s lips.
“H-Harry, I c-can’t.” She whispers, her eyes wide. God, she was so innocent.
“I’m not going to push you into anything you don’t want to do, baby.” I murmur, my lips traveling down her neck, going to her collar bones, sucking on them. A slight moan escapes her lips.
“I-I don’t know what t-to do.” She stutters, her body stiff, this kind of touching was foreign to her.
“I’ll be doing all the work. I just want you to enjoy yourself, love.” I whisper, my hands roaming up her shirt, massaging her breasts through her bra. I tug at the hem of her shirt, pulling the material over her head, revealing her perfect body. She shifts uncomfortably under my gaze; I have no idea why, she was beautiful. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” I command, she hesitantly does as I say. Picking her up, I walk to my bedroom, my lips never leaving hers. Placing her down gently, I undo her jeans, sliding them down her legs with ease. Her eyes are filled with worry; she looks like a deer in headlights. Taking off my shirt and jeans, I climb onto the bed, hovering over her, my lips finding her sweet spot, sucking and nibbling it. A moan escapes her lips and I smirk, “Relax, baby.”
*End of Harry’s P.O.V*
His lips were working down your body, kissing each patch of skin until he got to your breasts. His hands snaked round your back, unclasping the bra, in one swift movement. Discarding the garment, his eyes lingered on your bare chest. You felt exposed, your arms tried to cover yourself up but Harry was too fast, he pinned your arms above your head. “Don’t block the view, babe.” He smirks, kissing down the middle of your breasts. He makes his way over to the left one, kissing your nipple and holding it between his teeth, sucking it until it was as hard as it could possibly be. Moans tumbled off your lips and he did the same with your right nipple, before making his way downwards. He left a trail of kisses all the way down your abdomen and your breathing started to get heavy. You were dripping wet, your body ached for his touch, you craved him. His hands fiddled with the waistband of your underwear, rubbing circles on your clit through the flimsy material. “Harry…” You moaned, his actions ending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You had never been touched like this before. “I can feel how much you want me through your underwear, (Y/N).” Harry smirked, pulling the lace panties down your thighs, discarding the material to the side. He placed wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, you felt completely exposed. You were on full view to him, his eyes tracing over every inch. A red colour washed over your face, Harry looked up and noticed your embarrassment, “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. You’re beautiful.” He says, kissing your thighs again. His lips made their way closer and closer to your aching core, you felt his tongue glide over your entrance and you moaned. Harry’s tongue flicked over your clit, causing multiple cuss words to fly from your mouth, “You like that, baby?” Harry murmured against you, his eyes never leaving yours. Before you had time to reply, his lips were on your clit again, sucking and nibbling it.
“Harry…” you moan, your hands finding his curls, lacing them in his chocolate locks. Suddenly, Harry inserts a finger into you, curling it up around your walls. “FUCK, HARRY!” You yell, the pain being overcome by pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Harry murmurs against your clit, his tongue still flicking the delicate nub. You had never been touched by a boy, so Harry’s finger inside of you were uncomfortable, but at the same time, the best feeling you have ever witnessed. Your vision started to blur and you could feel your walls tensing around Harry’s finger.
“HOLY SHIT!” You moan, your hands fisting Harry’s curls, pushing him deeper between your legs. “HARRYYYYY!” You shout as you reach your high, your back arching and your hands tugging on his curls. Harry places one last kiss on your swollen clit, causing you to shiver, climbing back up the bed; he hovers over you, licking his lips.
“You taste so good.” He whispers, planting his lips on yours, giving you the chance to taste yourself. His tongue glides over your bottom lip, asking for entrance, you gladly accepted, his tongue massaging your own.
“Thank you.” You murmur against his lips.
“Anytime.” He smirks, kissing you again. You roll on top of him, his hands on your hips and yours in his hair. You wanted to repay Harry for what he had just done, he’d given you so much pleasure and you wanted him to feel what he just had. You didn’t know how though, you were a stranger to this kind of activity.
“I’ll guide you.” He whispers in your ear and your head shoots up. You climb down his body, kissing his chest, tracing over his tattoos with your tongue. As you get down to his boxers, you look up, almost asking for guidance. He gives you a quick nod, as if to tell you to pull them down. Your hands accidentally graze over his erection and he hisses, “Sorry.” You say quickly, “I didn’t mea-“ You start to babble but he cuts you off.
“No, (Y/N). It felt good.” He laughs at your nervousness. “Just pull my boxers down.” He says calmly, soothingly even. Pulling his boxers down past his thighs, his erection slaps against his heavily tattooed abdomen. He was so hard; he looked in pain from how much he needed to be released. You pull his boxers past his ankles, throwing them onto the pile of previously discarded clothes. You look up at him and he gives you an encouraging look, laying down on the bed but propping himself up on his elbows. Your hand is shaking as you’re so nervous, Harry is lay, watching you intently. Taking him in your hand, you start to pump up and down his shaft, he head goes back in pleasure and he grunts. Pulling away quickly, your eyes fill with embarrassment.
“I-I… “ You stutter, looking down. You couldn’t even do such a simple thing as pleasure your boyfriend,
“(Y/N), you were doing it right. I made that noise ‘cause it felt good.” He smiles, “Come here.” He whispers and you crawl into his lap, his naked body pressed against yours, this probably wasn’t helping Harry’s situation downstairs.
“I’m messing this all up.” You whisper against his chest.
“I think it’s cute. You know, that’s one of the things I love about you.” He says, kissing you on the temple. Drawing back to look at him, you ask.
“What is?” He places a hand on your cheek and strokes it.
“Your innocence.” He murmurs, “Take your time, love.” He sooths, lying back down again, “Just relax.” He breathes, propping himself up so he could see you. You gulp and take in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. The shaking had mostly stopped now, and your heart rate had slowed from before. You bend down, kissing his abs, trailing down to his thighs. Harry’s eyes were focused on your actions, seeing how you adapted to the situation. You wrapped your hand around his painfully hard member and he hissed at the contact, “That it, baby.” He says through gritted teeth as you start to pump. A gooey white substance oozed out of the tip, you must have been doing something right.
“Fuck, (Y/N). Harry moaned, “Keep going.” He grunted. Suddenly, you had a crazy spark of courage and you licked the pre-cum off of the head. Harry’s head flew back, as a loud moan escaped his lips. Seeing him like that turned you on. He was most vulnerable like this, receiving please instead of being the one giving it. You were in control of him for once. You flicked your tongue over the tip again, earning a few select words to tumble from Harry’s lips. You then positioned your tongue at the base of his cock, slowly trailing up its length with your tongue.
“Ugghhhh.” Harry grunted. Cautiously, you took a bit more of him in your mouth, each pump he would go in more, until about ¾ of his dick was in your mouth and you were gagging slightly. Taking his balls in your other hand, you started to massage them, Harry’s hands now pulling on your hair, forcing more of himself in your mouth.
“FUCK (Y/NNNN)!” He yelled, his back arching as you feel a warm liquid sliding down your throat. Harry collapses against the bed and you lick the rest of the substance from his dick, before lying on top of him. “Did I do good?” You whisper against his neck.
You did fucking amazing.” He breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly until the breaths came out longer and slower as his heartbeat slowed. Pulling the covers from underneath you, Harry wraps the both of you in them, pulling you closely to his chest. The last time you were here, you hated Harry. You couldn’t stand being in the same room as him, and now? Now you had just done something so personal, so meaningful with him, it was just surreal.
“I love you.” He murmurs into your hair, his naked, damp body, pressed against your own. You were glad it was Harry you were with and not anyone else, you honestly did love him.
“I love you too.” You whisper against his neck, huddling even closer into his sides. You felt so safe with Harry; so secure, so at home, so loved.