HARDY'S WHORE💚💜💙!!!!

You scroll idly through your phone,  your thumb swiping with no clear intention. Your mind is somewhere else entirely. It's been two hours since Charlie disappeared, and you've heard nothing from him since. At first you'd pushed it to the back of your mind, figuring he probably just needed a little time to clear his head, but as the rain started to hammer down outside and the clock broke into the early hours of the morning, you'd started to grow a bit concerned.

What if you'd pushed it too far? What if you'd made him feel so uncomfortable and insecure he never wants to have sex with anyone? He's your friend, and you hate to think you could've done this to him. You also really don't want to end up a flatmate down when rent payment time rolls around, a concern that was only growing bigger with every passing second. Your mind spirals, preventing you from sleep. Ideally you'd like to stay awake until he comes home anyway, but god knows when that will be.

The situation replays in your head over and over again as your eyes bore into the ceiling. His nervous confession, his trust in you, his trembling hands that didn't seem to know where to touch, all of them overshadowed by the look in his eyes as he realised what was happening. Oh god the noises he made. You don't know whether to cry or get yourself off.

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You must have drifted off at some point, because you stir around 3am to the sound of a key slotting into the lock, and the door slowly creaking open. You hear some shuffling around, and you wait with bated breath. A small clatter and a quiet "fuck!" emanating from the hallway a few seconds later confirms that it's him. The relief that he's home safe washes over you like a tidal wave.

You're expecting him to head straight to his room, hopefully to get some rest so you can both talk about it with level heads in the morning. He does no such thing.

His feet stumble down the hall in dark, clumsily shuffling across the carpet and over piles of junk you've all brought and have no where to keep. Two small shadows appear under the gap in your door, which is followed by the slow opening of your bedroom door.

The sight before you is like something you'd see in a steamy chick flick. Charlie stands in the doorway, soaked head to toe from the rain. His shirt clings to him, highlighting abs you didn't know he had, and his wet hair is a couple of shades darker, looking even messier than usual and occasionally dripping small drops of water down onto his face.

"Charlie! I'm so glad you're back, can we-"

You're cut off by him storming toward your bed, peeling his shirt off his torso as he closes the gap between you. Before you get chance to utter one more word, his lips are attached to yours, cutting off anything you had any hope of telling him.

The kiss is more forceful than before, not aggressive as such, just full of desire as he moves himself on top of you, lowering you onto your back. His tongue tangles with yours, making tingles run up your spine and your head go fuzzy. Strong hands ride up your side to sit on your waist, surprisingly warm despite the cold air outside. He's placed his knee unintentionally between your thighs, which you find yourself grinding against subconsciously, desperate for some kind of stimulation.

Then, without warning, he breaks away.

You look at him with that same wide eyed expression he'd shown you earlier, completely caught off guard by the whole interaction.

"I just...couldn't let that be your lasting memory of me" he mutters under his breath, before rising up off your bed and walking back out your bedroom door.

What the fuck?

You sit in shock, trying to get to grips with everything that just happened in the last five minutes. Any worries that you had before have now been replaced by pure confusion. What the hell was that? Where did all the confidence suddenly come from? And where the hell has he been for the last 4 hours?

You want answers.

You stumble up, head still swirling slightly from your prior interaction, and make your way out of your bedroom, nimbly tiptoeing down the hall. You don't wish to give him any indication of your approach, lest he pretend to be asleep, or worse, flee again. Thankfully, you're significantly more graceful than he is, and manage to make it to his bedroom without making any noise.

You stand pensively outside the door. Should you knock? Or just stride straight in like he did? Both options feel wrong.

You opt for somewhat of a middle ground, gently pushing the door open as quietly as you can and treading forward gently. He doesn't notice your presence until you're stood right at the edge of his bed.

He's turned away from you, lying down facing the wall with his headphones covering his ears. The shoddy quality lets you hear what sounds like some sort of break up playlist streaming into his ears. He really is a drama queen.

You sit down next to him on the bed, causing him to turn around startled. You slide his headphones off his head and turn around to place them on the bedside table, then return to face him, locking eyes.

"Are you okay Charlie?" You ask, real worry coating your words.

"Mhm" he hums with a smile that would be convincing if you didn't know him better.

"Clearly" you reply flatly, eyes narrowing.

He doesn't respond, avoiding your gaze as best he can.

All the worries that you've seriously fucked him up in some way come flooding back, overwhelming you and making your words catch in your throat.

"I'm sorry if I pressured you or made you feel uncomfortable Char, I was too much, I feel awful" you whimper, voice fading into a whisper on the last few words and a few tears starting to well up in your eyes, threatening to break out if you say anything else.

Charlie head darts back up at this, taking in your facial expression with concern. If there's one thing he hates more than anything in this world, it's seeing his friends cry, especially you.

"Oh shit! Hey! No it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong I swear!" His eyes soften like someone looking at a wounded animal.

You try to compose yourself as best you can, wiping away the tears in your eyes before they get a chance to spill. The last thing you want is to manipulate him into saying everything is fine when it's not, just because he doesn't want to see you upset. 

You pull at the sleeves of your hoodie, as though covering yourself will protect you from how you're feeling. It's only now that you realise the one you're wearing is actually his, which for some reason makes you feel even worse.

Charlie takes a deep breath, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Y/N, that was genuinely the best thing that's ever happened to me"

Now it's your turn to avoid eye contact, the guilt you're feeling not allowing you to look anywhere but down at your lap.

"Don't lie to me Charlie, it just makes me feel worse" you mumble.

"I'm not lying!" He exclaims, seeming almost offended by your accusation. "Okay the last part might actually be one of the worst things that's ever happened to me, but getting to kiss you and touch you, thinking I was actually going to lose my virginity to a girl like you, it was incredible...before I-well yeah" he blushes at that last part, cringing at the memory.

You giggle slightly at his compliments, looking back up at him.

"Well hey, anytime! You look good like this just saying" you wink, trying to lighten the mood.

Charlie goes to speak a few times, but keeps cutting himself off before any sound comes out. You watch him struggle over his words, your eyes piercing into him.

"What Charlie? What is it?" You ask tenderly.

"Would er...would you-would you teach me?" He stutters out quietly, cheeks burning.

"Teach you?" You tilt your head.

"Yeah like…like before kind of but…you know" he trails off, making awkward gestures with his arms.

"O-ohhhh, teach you" you eye him with a wry smile. "I can do that".

You lean towards him, pressing a lustful kiss against his lips. It's short, much too short, but you need more information from him before you do anything else.

"Well what do you already know?" You question.

Charlie's cheeks flush once again, his nerves making his voice wobble.

"Er, I dunno, I've watched stuff but like, I know that's not real so"

"What about with like, girls though? You’ve kissed a girl before, obviously…have you ever been given head?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Huh? Er n-no I haven't" he answers, sounding mortified at the suggestion.

You gesture for him to come closer, letting you climb back on his lap just like earlier, and you reconnect your lips like it's the most natural thing in the world.

His hardness seems to grow underneath you almost immediately. You push down against him, grinding gently. His hands ghost over your sides, as though he's afraid to actually touch you. You have no idea what got into him earlier that made him so confident, but you're determined to try and bring it back.

You take his hands in yours and place them on your sides underneath your hoodie. His fingertips dig into you as the kiss deepens, becoming more frantic.

You stay like this for a while, aiming to go a little slower than last time for fear of overwhelming him. Desire gets the better of you eventually though, and you climb off his lap to pull down his pyjama trousers.

With no boxers underneath to restrict him, presumably abandoned when he changed out of his wet clothes, his cock springs up as you fling his bottoms across the room.

You lower your face and wrap your hand around his hard length, looking up at him.

"You've gotta be quiet though okay?" You tell him.

"I thought the others were out?" He asks, confused.

"Yeah we still have neighbours though Char, and not that I don't love hearing you, but it is 3am"

He nods seriously, but as soon as your hand starts to stroke up and down your instructions go out the window, a low moan escaping his lips.

You shake your head, smiling as you look up at his scrunched up face, then return to the task in front of you.

You part your lips and wrap them around the head of his dick, gently sucking as you pump your hand up and down. He jolts at their first contact with him, but then relaxes into the sensation, letting you slowly take him deeper and deeper into your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around the tip as you bob your head rhythmically, using your hand to keep you steady. Muffled moans and whimpers call out above you, drawing your attention to the sight of Charlie, his hair now plastered to his face and his arm draped over the top of it, attempting to cover his sounds. How you wish you lived out in the middle of nowhere so you could let him cry out for you at full volume.

While he's clearly enjoying himself, you get a sense that he's still holding something back, not fully relaxed into the moment. It's understandable, given it's all new for him, but you want to try and help him as best you can. You bring your free hand up, searching for his hand against the soft bedsheets. You find it, and bring it down towards you, letting it tangle up in your hair.

He writhes underneath you as you continue using your mouth on him. The grip on your hair tightens, and you feel his hips start to buck up a little into your mouth, clearly relaxing into the sensation. You try to keep your breathing steady to stop yourself from gagging, and do your best to let him thrust up into you, fucking your mouth.

He's completely lost in pleasure, so much so you're actually concerned he's forgotten you're there. His hips roll, pushing himself as deep into your throat as he can and moans tumbling out of his mouth. You've given up on trying to keep him quiet, and instead just let him use your mouth to make himself feel good.

Suddenly though, he stops, trembling slightly from resisting the desire to go back to rutting up into you.

"I-I don't wanna cum yet" he whimpers, arm still covering his face, half concealing his flustered expression.

You nod, rising back up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Okay, we can stop for a little, you feeling okay?”

He nods and takes a second to get his breath back, then turns to face you.

"Can I...can I do that to you?" He asks innocently.

You smile reassuringly.

"Have you done it before?"

He shakes his head in response, but shuffles down the bed to lay between your legs anyway. He pulls your underwear down tentatively, looking at you with awe. There's an embarrassingly large wet spot in the middle of them that you're hoping he doesn't notice. Fortunately, it seems to have escaped his attention.

"I don't-what do I do?" He stutters, heart racing.

"Just do what you think would feel good, I'll tell you when you're doing it right"

He gently pushes your thighs open, gliding his finger down your soaked core. You feel him slowly push it inside you, tentatively fucking you with his finger. He adds another, then presses his face against you.

A few licks land just short of your clit, leaving you desperate for some attention.

"Could you use your tongue just a little higher up for me Char?" You ask sweetly as you brush your hand through his hair, not wanting to knock his confidence.

He moves up immediately, attentively placing long slow licks exactly where you needed him. You let out a breathy moan at the contact, which seems to boost his confidence, his pace quickening. His fingers pump inside you, perfectly matching the movements of his tongue. It feels incredible.

"You're doing so good Charlie" you whimper, losing yourself to the sensation.

He moans against your skin, clearly a fan of a little praise. His rhythm is steady and even, building you to your high rapidly.

"F-fuck Charlie, you're gonna make me cum" you moan, legs starting to tremble.

He whines, not letting his movement slow as he gazes up at you adoringly. You grab onto his hair, pulling it slightly as you reach your release. You moan loud enough to outdo Charlie's, much to your neighbours irritation you're sure, and your hips rock against his tongue as you ride out the ends of your high.

He removes his fingers and laps at your drenched core a few more times before coming back up to lay next to you, face flushed.

"Did I do okay?" He asks anxiously.

"You were amazing Char, you did so good" you sigh contentedly, pulling him into a kiss.

You'd intended for the kiss to be short and sweet, but he doesn't seem to have any plans of letting you pull away. His tongue runs against yours, the kiss getting sloppier and more heated, and his hands sit on your waist without prompting this time. He presses his whole body against yours, cock ragingly hard against your stomach.

You manage to pull away from him enough to look into his eyes, your fingers running through his still damp hair.

"Ready Charlie?" You ask, studying his face for any signs he might want to back out.

"God yes!" He nods eagerly, moving to hold himself over the top of you. 

"It seems kind of unfair that you're fully naked and I'm still wearing clothes, hold on" you smirk, sitting up and grabbing the hem of your hoodie.

"No" he stops your hand abruptly. "I wanna fuck you while you're wearing my clothes" he murmurs, eyes full of lust.

Your eyes widen, caught off guard by his bluntness, but you accept his demand and lower yourself back down, spreading your legs to give him better access. He lines himself up at your entrance, looking at you for reassurance before pushing himself inside of you.

"Oh FUCK!" He groans, head dropping into your shoulder.

He slides himself inside you further before slowly pulling back out almost completely. He's agonisingly slow, practically torturous, but you try to be patient and give him time to adjust and figure out what he's doing.

His pace quickens just a little, beginning to form an actual rhythm. The more he speeds up, the more frantic he gets, the natural instinct to rut taking over his body. He thrusts harder, knocking the air out of your lungs. His fingers dig into your shoulders so hard you're certain you'll have bruises tomorrow but you're past caring, losing yourself in the sensation of him filling you up.

His strokes get rougher, pounding you into the mattress. All the need and desperation that's built up since he was just a horny teenage boy lusting after girls in school is taking over his body, blocking his brain of any thoughts other than pumping you full of his cum.

A loud bang sounds above you, his hand slamming into the headboard. His moans are almost animalistic, sending shivers of arousal through you. Your nails dig into his back, matching his intensity with needy whimpers of your own.

His pace starts to falter, signalling he's close. You’re surprised he’s lasted as long as he has in all honesty. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper.

"Cum for me Charlie"

That's all it takes for him to come undone, curse words and pornographic moans spilling from his lips as he pumps ropes of hot cum inside you. The warmth fills you instantly, sending a shudder of arousal through your whole body.

He pants rapidly, pulling himself out of you and rolling over to lie by your side.

"Holy shit" he gasps, eyes squeezed shut "that's what I've been missing out on?"

You laugh gently, moving to lay your head on his chest.

"I should've let you corrupt me ages ago" he chuckles, wrapping his arm around you, holding you close.