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"Why haven't you answered any of my sexy truth or dare questions?", Harry pouts while reaching across the gap between the couch and the coffee table to grab a handful of peanut m&ms.
"Let's go with dare,"
"Now, hold on a minute! Answer my question first!"
"Harry," Y/N all but whines. She doesn't want to engage in this conversation because well... she hasn't had sex yet. Nor has anyone even gone down on her, or vice versa. It's not like she hasn't had people, girls and boys, who were interested, she just didn't like any of them enough to trust them with her in that vulnerable state. The secret was, she really likes Harry and trusts him, but she just knows he won't like her back the same way so she keeps her thoughts and feelings to herself.
"Come on, why won't you? I'm not asking really filthy questions like if you've ever squirted on someone's cock or anything."
"HARRY!", she squeals, swatting him with a throw pillow from his fancy couch.
"Okay, okay," he giggles, "how about something simple? Best sex you've ever had."
Y/N fiddles with her nail beds. God, she really needs a fill-in; it's been about 3 weeks since she got her nails done and-
"Hellooo, earth to Y/N," Harry waves his hands in front of her face, "best sex you've ever had."
With a huff, she replies, "I've never... you know..."
"You've never had sex that you can classify as the best? Were all those blokes bad?"
"No, like... I've never had sex." She feels her face heat. Y/N was comfortable talking about sex, sure, but when all the attention was on her, she got a little hot-faced.
"EVER?!" Harry nearly falls off the couch as he jumps on his knees, the peanut m&ms falling from his hands. "You've never had sex? What do you mean?"
"I mean I've never had sex," she looks at her lap, picking the lint off her socks.
"But you've done other stuff, right? Like you've gone down on someone or someone's eaten you out?" Harry's eyes are focused directly on hers, waiting for her response.
"No... and not even any hand stuff, so don't ask."
Harry falls back onto his ass, plopping down onto the couch. "I can't believe this," his focus still on her, "how often do you touch yourself? You must be going mad with how horny you are."
"I get by, it's not like I need someone to get me off. My fingers do just fine." She wiggles them at him, chuckling.
"But still, like how haven't you already? I thought you were fucking that Logan fellow from your philosophy class last semester? You seemed like you really liked him."
I really like you, she thought. "No, we never did. We would just study together in the library sometimes."
"That's a shame. He was a right cutie."
"Sounds like it's you who has a little crush on him," she giggles.
"I'm just saying he was cute! But you know who's cuter?" His cheeks begin to glow a light pink.
"Elsie? That girl from your culinary class in high school? A class that you failed by the way." She's proper giggling now.
"Oi! Was a hard class! Didn't realize I could burn so many types of foods so easily," he's pouting but also has a hint of a smirk on his face, "but no, not Elsie. You."
"Aww, you're sweet, Harry. You're cute too." She pats his thigh.
"No, Y/N, I think you're cute." His cheeks grow a darker shade of pink.
"Huh? Don't play with me, don't have it in me to mess around like that right now."
"Who's messing around? I mean it, and you know I don't lie."
"You think I'm cute?" she blows air between her lips, moving the little hairs on her forehead, "yeah right! I know your type, Harry, and it sure as hell isn't me!"
"What's my type then?"
"Sexy, beautiful-"
"So, you then."
"Models" she looks him in the eye. She also tries to make her stomach stop doing flips after hearing Harry call her sexy and beautiful.
"I know I've dated my fair share, but that doesn't mean that's all I like! I also like really pretty, soft, genuine, funny, smart college girls."
Y/N feels her heart hammer in her chest because holy fuck did Harry just admit to liking her?
"Yeah, right. You're probably only saying that to make me feel better about still being a virgin."
"Am not! And there's nothing wrong with being a virgin! Actually turns me on to know that no one's touched you." Y/N looks down at Harry's lap and sees a bump in his sweat pants. She looks up quickly to avoid the awkward gawking she would've done, but Harry's already caught her. "See? Do you believe me now? Or do you think I'm hard just to make you feel better about being a virgin?" He smirks.
Y/N gulps, taking another look down. "It looks big." Why did she say that? She wasn't skilled in anything sex, but she could've worded that a little better, she thinks.
"Yeah? You think I'm big?" He scoots closer to her, so they're knee-to-knee, and he grabs her hand as she nods. "I know you probably want to wait to do this sort of thing with someone special, but-"
"Yes! I'll do it!" Y/N doesn't know what she's agreeing to doing, but if it's with Harry, she wants to do it.
"What do you want to do, baby? Tell me." His voice deepens, not caring he used a pet name because he's wanted Y/N since he met her, and if she lets him touch her tonight, then he can't think of a better way to spend his night.
Y/N's breathing quickens because no one's called her baby before, or any pet name for that matter, and she really likes it. Likes how it sounds falling from Harry's plump lips, ringing in her ears. She doesn't know what comes over her, but she climbs into his lap, directly in it, and straddles him with her thighs on either side of his hips. Harry's eyes bulge out of her head, making Y/N giggle then gasp as he places his hands on her ass and squeezes. "Oh!", she really liked that, and they've only begun, already grinding down onto his crotch, (on accident from the squeeze) that makes Harry let out a little moan with his mouth agape.
"Can you suck on my nipples?" She's really getting brave, she doesn't know where it's coming from, because even when she's alone by herself, she keeps quiet and tries to stifle her moans, but now she doesn't care. Now, she's in Harry's lap, and he's all she can think about.
"Where'd that come from?" His eyes are beaming, an amazed smile across his face, "of course I'll do it, though, you have really nice tits."
"I do?", she looks down at her chest, realizing she'd worn a v-neck today, and it did do a good job at showing off her cleavage. "and I don't know! I heard it's supposed to feel really good and warm and wet, and I want that." Her thumb goes up to Harry's lips, skimming across them. They automatically open, her thumb slipping into his mouth a bit, letting Harry suckle at it, making her breathing stagger.
After a few seconds, Harry removes her thumb, saying a soft, "why don't we replace this," he squeezes her thumb, "with these?", he pinches her nipples through her shirt with both of his thumbs and index fingers. She hadn't worn a bra, since it was mainly a lazy day. She gasps, arching her back, pushing her chest towards Harry's face, her eyes trying to close as he pinches and lightly twists at her pebbled nipples. One of his hands leave her left nipple, making her whine, but she's relieved when Harry lifts her shirt up over her breasts, letting them bounce as the material is brushed against the curve of them. When Harry looks at her tits for the first time, he nearly passes out. He thinks they're the best he's ever seen, and he wants to see if they're the softest too.
"I'm going to suck one into my mouth, okay?" He tells her beforehand, which makes her feel safe and loved. She gives a soft, "okay," that came out more as a squeak because she's so damn excited. Harry leans in, lets his warm breath fan over her right nipple and gives it a little test lick. Y/N gasps, already grinding down on his crotch again, making his hand that was holding her left breast swat down on her ass again. "Baby, you can't keep doing that, yeah? Gonna make me cum with your pretty tit in my mouth." He leans in again, licking her right nipple a little rougher before sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue around it. It takes all Y/N has in her to not grind down on Harry again because fucking hell it feels so good and warm and wet like she's heard it does. Little whines leave her plump lips when Harry suckles a little harder, almost biting her nipple as he grazes his teeth over her areola. Y/N's hands reach up to Harry's hair, playing with it while he switches nipples and suckles the other into his mouth.
"Harry", she gasps as he actually bites down on the nipple, softly, before departing with a filthy popping noise. She looks down at her chest, seeing he left a little mark on her left breast that makes her squeal on the inside.
"How was that?" He asks breathlessly.
"Really good. I really like that, Harry." She sounds out of breath as well, despite not doing anything.
"Yeah? You want my tongue anywhere else?" He smirks and slips his tongue between his lips.
Y/N knows full well where Harry is indicating, but she decides to play dumb. "Where?"
"I was thinking... maybe here..." he reaches a hand down between her thighs, letting his fingers dance across her clothed mound. "Would that be okay, darling?" His fingers slip a little lower to where her slit would be, letting Harry feel how wet she'd gotten while his mouth was on her tits.
"Yes, that'd be fine. That'd be more than fine." Y/N is grinding down onto his fingers as they slide through the thin material of her shorts, and it doesn't help that she was wearing a thong. Practically nothing separating Harry's hand from Y/N's center except two thin layers of clothing.
"Christ, you're wet. I need these off you right now." He lifts her off his lap and lays her on her back on the couch. Tucking his long fingers into the top of her shorts, he slides them down, along with her panties. Tossing them on the floor, mumbling a, "absolutely drenched. Got you soaking for me, didn't I, darling? Wanted to take it slow, but I might have to give you my cock later if you're really good."
"Please", Y/N whines, "I want it now. Please, can I have your cock now?"
"Not yet, honey. I need to stretch you out first," his finger tip grazes her swollen clit, making her thighs clench, before he drags it down to where she's soaking for him, letting the pad of his finger dip into her, letting her get a feel of it, before pushing in a little further until he's a knuckle deep. "How's that? Does it hurt?" He knows he's only using one finger, but he still doesn't want to hurt her. Wants her first experience to be as painless as possible.
"No! No, it's fine. You can go deeper, or add another one if you want." Y/N is needy right now, and all she wants is to be stuffed with Harry's cock. She doesn't care about being stretched out. Thinks she'd like the burn of Harry being inside of her.
Harry slides his finger all the way in, in one push, making Y/N arch off the couch. He slides it out, then pushes back in slowly, letting her feel the ridge of each knuckle, watching her thighs clench. "You like that?" He asks, but keeps his eyes focused between her legs, watching his finger work in and out of her. She moans a soft, "yes", that's followed with a squeak when he rubs his thumb over her clit in tight little circles. She feels so wet around his finger, it makes him want to push in another one... so he does. Tries to wiggle his ring finger in beside the middle one, but stops when Y/N lets out a gasp, clenching the couch in her fists. "You okay, baby?" He looks up at her face, wanting to make sure he didn't hurt her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just felt a little burn, is all."
"Maybe this will help." He ducks his head down, flicking her clit with his tongue before sucking it between his lips as he works his two fingers inside of her. Y/N is overwhelmed; being eaten out and fingered, both for the first time, is quite a lot, and it takes everything in her to not squeeze Harry's head between her thighs.
After wiggling both fingers, Harry finally managed to get both of them inside to the brim. He looks up at Y/N, wanting to see if she looked distraught or anything, but her eyes are closed and mouth hung open, like she's enjoying herself. He gives a lick to her swollen bud before saying ,"you taste so good, sweetheart, but how does it feel? Are you okay?"
Y/N whines with the loss of contact on her clit, which Harry takes notice of and begins rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. She sighs contently, answering "yes, feels so good. I can't believe how good it feels. I love it, I-" she's cut off by Harry's fingers fucking into her a little faster, making a squelching noise with how wet she was. He was mesmerized; not wanting to shift his gaze from her dripping center between her thighs. It turned him on that he was turning her on, and he felt a bit of precum bubble over in his sweatpants. He hadn't worn underwear (he usually doesn't), so a wet spot was starting to appear as he rutted against the couch, trying to find some relief as he got her off.
After a few more minutes of flicking and sucking and fingering, he felt a slight tug on his hair. He smirked, thrusting his fingers harder into her, wanting to feel her lace her fingers through his curls again (it was something he always liked during sex. Liked when someone couldn't take it anymore and just grabbed onto his hair, and he liked it even better because it was Y/N).
On one of his forward thrusts with his fingers, he decided to twist and curl them at the end, and Y/N was not ready for that. Her feet go pigeon-toed, back arching off the bed, and her knees trying to meet as her thighs attempt to shut around Harry's head. He does this again, and again, and again, until she's a moaning mess, getting even wetter than she was before.
"Look at you, dripping down your thighs. S'all for me, isn't it, princess?" He slides his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue as he thrusts it in and out in fast, little movements. Y/N screams, literally screams, because she's never felt anything like that. Well, she's never felt any of this before, but this in particular was really setting her off. She was a moaning mess; head thrashing side to side, thighs clenching and unclenching, and she couldn't decide if she wanted to push her pussy more into Harry's mouth or if she wanted to push her ass down into the couch so she could squeeze her thighs together again. It was all just too much, but she loved it.
Taking his tongue out for a bit, he rubs his fingers frantically over her swollen, little clit. He wanted her to cum, and he wanted her to cum now. "You're so fucking hot. Whining this much already, and I haven't even given you my cock yet."
Y/N cums with that, letting his filthy words swirl around in her mind as her thighs shake and her stomach tightens. She's never came like this, never felt so satisfied. Usually, when she cums, she stops touching herself because it becomes too much, but Harry works her all the way through it. Fingering her tight, little pussy as he feels her squeeze his fingers, soaking them. He sees her clit throb, and he can't help but give little, quick flicks to it one last time before he knows he'll have to pull away - and that moment comes too soon. Just as he licks her little bud for the third time, she's pushing his head away, sighing out a, "Harry, I can't-" as her thighs clench for the last time. He pulls away but keeps his fingers moving slowly inside her. She doesn't seem to mind it though, as her body relaxes, she spreads her thighs even more for him as he continues thrusting them in and out. She lifts her ass off the couch, making Harry's eyebrows raise.
"Again", she murmers, her cheeks flushed, and the valley of her tits shiny with sweat, "but with your cock this time."
Harry shakes his head while chuckling. "I'll fuck you some other time, kitten. Need you to calm down for me, though." He hovers over her, kissing her check before letting his lips brush over hers. There's a pause, like he's waiting to see if she's okay with him kissing her, despite what they just did.
"Are you gonna kiss me or what?"
Harry smiles, swipes some hair from her forehead, and molds his lips with hers. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he swipes his tongue over it, wanting access into her mouth. Y/N giggles, causing Harry to break the kiss a little early, looking at her confusingly.
"What's so funny?" He pouts, his lips wet from her pussy and her mouth.
"I don't know how to make out," she chuckles, despite her cheeks going red, "I've only ever kissed people, like pecks. So making out is new to me."
"I just made out with your pussy, so I can teach you."
"Harry!" She giggles and snuggles her face into his neck, feeling his Adam's apple move as he laughs.
"All right, all jokes aside. I really can teach you. I can teach you a lot of things about sex. If you want me to," he reaches down and feels her still wet pussy, "and it feels like you want me to!"
Y/N pulls his hand back up, interlocking it with hers, not caring that it's wet from her. "Okay! My truth or dare question! Best sex you'veever had?" She's asking because she hopes he says her, despite them not having actual intercourse, but nonetheless.
Harry looks her directly in her eyes, his lips brushing over hers while saying, "you," softly so it's a whisper. Y/N feels her heart beat out of her chest because she loves Harry, and he just gave her a lot of new experiences that she's so thankful for, and she hopes he is the only one to keep giving them to her.
She lifts her head, meshing her lips against his, feeling her heart grow 10x bigger than it already is. "I like you. A lot." She says against his lips, not wanting to pull away yet. "I have for a while. Just didn't want to say anything because I thought you didn't like me, but now that I know you do I... I'm so happy. Are you mine now?" She pecks his lips while waiting for his answer.
"I've always been yours. Really and truly, you've always been the one that I want, and I'm so glad that you're mine now too." He gives her one last kiss before kissing all over her cheeks, forehead, and nose, making her giggle. "Now, how about that make-out lesson?"
Y/N's never smiled so big.
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