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⤷ ONE SHOTS ⋆˚꩜｡ 𑣲 ROOMMATES summary: you and Harry are good friends who live together, but with the huge amount of responsibilites you're lately carrying, he starts missing you (maybe more than he should) contains: FLUFF, kissing, teeny tiny bit of angst, roommates and best friends trope

𑣲 LOVE ME BET BLURB summary: Harry got a bet to make you fall in love with him, but somewhere on the way he fell first contains: uni!Harry

𑣲 DATING FOR TWO summary: Harry grows a delicate relationship with you alongside maintaining his family situation contains: fluff, angst, smut if you squint, mentions of sex, Harry is sappy and in love

𑣲 ROYAL COURT CONFESSIONS summary: On Brittany Broski’s Royal Court, Harry shares more than his marathon achievements and details about his upcoming album contains: fluff, reader has mild anxiety

𑣲 CURRENT BOYFRIEND summary: You did the 'current boyfriend' tiktok trend with your older boyfriend to see his reaction contains: age gap (10 years), fluff, tiktok trend, multimedia

𑣲 LISTENING PARTY summary: Harry tries out something he read about in a baby book contains: fluff, pregnant reader, 2025

𑣲 EXAM STRESS summary: you're feeling burned out from your upcoming exam, Harry takes care of you contains: anxiety, self-doubt, burnout, age gap, comfort and reassurance

⤷ SERIES ⋆˚꩜｡ WE CAN TRY summary: Harry is the ladies man of the university, a charming gentleman with bohemistic life, your best friend and also a roommate. You on the other hand are the complete opposite. Inexperienced, quiet, study type. But watching him, living in the shared bubble of sex, makes you crave everything too. And you try it, with him. Step by step.

𑣲 CH.1 KISS summary: All the frustration of never being kissed finally snaps and Harry is here to help you contains: fluff, description of sex, feelings, kissing

𑣲 CH.2 TIGER summary: Harry helps you wind down with his little friend when uni becomes too much to handle contains: fluff, smut, thigh riding, description of sex??, feelings, kissing

𑣲 CH.3 BARE summary: Harry wants to do more with you but your insecurities get in the way. Luckily, he helps you overcome them and makes you cum again (with his mouth) contains: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering if you squint, kissing, shaving, lots of insecurities, pet names, praise

𑣲 CH.4 DRESS summary: After a weekend spent in Harry’s hometown, Harry grows completely feral and teaches you a new thing contains: fluff, kissing, oral (f & m receiving), praise, dirty talk

𑣲 CH.5 JEALOUSY summary: You meet someone new and Harry starts getting jealous contains: MDNI, 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, kissing, jealousy, dirty talk, more new backstory, multimedia

The university was a living chaos. Loud conversations and crowded hallways made you shrink in yourself as you pushed your way through into the library. A place where every sound turned into silence and an oasis of calm.

Stopping by the printer in a hidden corner, you set your heavy bag down by your feet with a sigh and after swiping your student ID, you pressed a few buttons on the machine to make it do its job.

Your paper was due today and you needed one more copy of it. You’d print it back at home but Harry was his distracting self as usual and made you forget about it completely.

“Oh fuck no- no no no, it cant be broken right now,” You cursed under your breath and swiped your card one more time, naively thinking it’d help.

“Everything alright?” A deep male voice said from behind you, making you jump in shock.

“No- uh I think the printer just broke and i need to print out my paper,” You explained with annoyed huff and turned around to see the mysterious guy.

Tall, maybe even a tiny bit taller than Harry, with chestnut curls and bright smile, he stood there dressed in a simple white button up with a few buttons undone, showing off his silver necklace, and a pair of black jeans.

He looked nice. Handsome.

“Oh she’s a tricky one,” He murmured with mock sympathy and stepped closer, crowding your space just enough to give you a whiff of his cologne, looking over your shoulder at the broken machine. “She likes to go on strike whenever she senses your deadline is due soon.”

He was funny. And god how good he smelled.

“Great,” You rolled your eyes at his explanation but the corner of your mouth tugged up slightly.

“Let me help,”

He set his backpack that was hanging off his shoulder on the nearby table with a stack of papers he nursed in his arms before and rolled up his sleeves, ready to take a proper look at the problem on your hands.

With a few expertise clicks as if he’s been handling this issue every single day, the machine started purring quietly within no time, the pages of your paper beginning to slide out.

“Oh my god thanks! I don’t know what I would do without your help!” You let out a relieved sigh.

“No problem. I’m always up for saving a crisis,” The guy grinned and moved his gaze from you back on the printer. “Wait- Isn’t that the paper for Taylor’s class? I did that last year. My condolences,”

“Please don’t remind me. Had the worst time writing it. And the new assignment is even worse!” Just the thought of your sleepless nights and mornings full of coffees above writing that paper made you disgusted.

“Oh I remember this all too well. I still have my notes from his class. Maybe I could help?” He handed you your printed pages and swiped his own ID card on the machine to print things of his own.

He was older. And kind.

“Umh that sounds tempting,” You admitted with warm cheeks.

“Are you free Friday afternoon for uh… let’s say a coffee date?”

A few seconds passed by but the machine didn’t seem to be doing anything. You swiped your ID card again, and again, but the only response you got after many failed attempts to make the printer work was a cryptic error code flashing on its small screen.

Your eyes widened in shock, not expecting this still mysterious man to be so straightforward with you. A date? A coffee date? This simple innocent thing sounded so serious in your head.

But there was also the thought of Harry. It didn’t feel right to go on a date with someone who wasn't him. A best friend that gave you enough. From overly affectionate hugs to mind-blowing orgasms. Someone you had the longest history with. It felt like you would almost cheat on him. Just the thought made you frown.

“Hey you good? It doesn’t have to be a date date. Just a conversation over a cup of coffee. You seem really nice.”

A memory from a recent morning appeared in front of your eyes and suddenly you found yourself nodding at the offer quickly. It wasn’t so long since you saw Harry making out with some skinny blonde girl in high heels, pressed against the door of supposedly her car in front of the campus, tongues deep in each other's throats and hands all over their bodies. You felt sick to your stomach that day and apparently it was enough of an encouragement to go out with someone you barely knew.

“Okay,” You murmured quietly and gave him a soft smile, holding your papers tightly pressed to your chest. “A coffee date sounds nice,”

“Oh I’m so sorry for my manners, I’m Jacob by the way,” He laughed at himself and offered you a hand. You noticed ink crawling up his inner wrist in a cool design when you squeezed his hand back. The tattoo reminded you of Harry’s. “So, let’s say the small cafe around the corner? 4pm? Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

He was everything.

“Let me give you my number, so you can call for help next time the printer breaks,” Jacob opened his palm and you handed him your phone without hesitation, watching him tap his phone number in quickly and call himself back. The contact was saved under the name ‘Jacob, the printer saviour’. It made you giggle when you noticed that.

You fell into an active exchange of messages almost immediately. Unsurprisingly Jacob was the first one who started a new conversation. A picture of a stack of books that you desperately needed for the essay you’ve been just working on made your phone ring with notification the very same night after he saved your paper.

You giggled at the simple yet playful message and responded with a bunch of emojis you’ve been carefully picking out for about ten minutes. And from there it was easy. A message here. A picture there. You found yourself laughing out loud at times as well as biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from blushing too much.

“What are you laughing at?” Harry murmured when he heard you snicker for the fifth time and pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge. You heard a quiet clink of glass and thud of the cabinet door but didn’t react, too enamoured in your phone.

“Baby?” He tried one more time, calling your name a bit louder.

“Huh?” You looked up at him from your device with a stupid smile plastered on your face and turned off the screen to pay him attention. You were sprawled all over the couch in your living room, your laptop forgotten on the coffee table as well as your still full cup of tea that has turned cold.

“What is so funny on your phone? I can hear your giggles all the way to my room,” Harry shook his head fondly at the sight of you and walked closer before he plopped down next to you on the cushions.

“Nothing,” You bit on your bottom lip, reached for your laptop and pretended to busy yourself with the blank page of your essay.

“Oh c'mon, I know you’re lying,” Harry tried to reach over you for your phone but you were quicker and tucked it between the couch cushions far away from him.

“I’m not,” A quiet huff left your lips in protest.

“Sure, sweet thing,” He hummed, resting comfortably next to you on his side, quietly observing, because he didn’t believe you it was nothing. The nicknames would be your death one day.

Slowly he leaned in, not too close but enough to crowd your space and closed the laptop in your lap without even looking at it. You didn’t protest. Couldn’t. His warm breath fanned your cheek, inching closer with every exhale, before his lips were on yours. Soft at first, but growing hungrier with each swipe of his tongue. He earned a moan from you, a quiet whimper in reaction at the unexpected kiss. He got you dizzy every time with a simple kiss.

“Harry,” You breathed in his mouth and slid your hand in his long tangled locks to keep him close.

Harry leaned more over you after a while in the make out session and with one hand on your cheek, he reached with the second one past you and withdrew your phone with triumphal smile.

“Gotcha, love!” He grinned mischievously and scrolled through the bunch of new notifications you got in the meantime.

“What the fuck Harry!” A frustrated whine left your lips and you crawled over him, straddling his hips successfully, as you tried to get your phone back.

“Who’s Jacob?” Harry’s brows pulled together in a confused furrow. You could see the wheels turning in his head to find answers to his own question and his eyes ticked between the few previous messages.

“Umh, just some guy. I- I met him in the library the other day.” You mumbled nervously and looked down as if you'd done something bad. Because deep down you felt bad. Harry was your guy, not some random bloke named Jacob.

“Oh okay,” Harry pulled his lips into a thin line in a thought. A guy? You were texting with a guy? These were some news to him. Because for the ages of knowing you, you never really stumbled upon texting with some random guy.

“Yeah he uh- helped me with my paper. The printer broke and he fixed it for me,” You tried to explain, hoping it would ease whatever was going behind Harry’s eyes.

“Sounds like a nice guy,” He nodded.

“Are you mad at me?” You whispered. You could feel anxiety running through your body already.

“Baby, why in the hell should I be mad at you?” He shook his head and cupped your hips in his hands, subtly tightening his hold on you and pulling you close.

“I don’t know, ugh whatever- forget i said anything,” A quiet huff escaped your lips and before you could think more about the growing tension in the air, you buried your face in his neck.

“Okay,” You heard Harry murmur softly in your ear before he pressed a few kisses to the side of your face and neck.

His arms sneaked around your upper body, pressing you against his sturdy chest. One of his hands slipped under the fabric of your oversized shirt, rubbing soothing circles over your bare back, while his other cradled your head. He didn’t want to let go. Not after the newly found information.

Clinging and affection were very normal things to happen with Harry, but you could feel a slight difference now. You weren’t sure what exactly was going on in Harry’s head, but at that moment it felt best to not push him. It never did any good when you tried to force him into talking. He was still a man after all. A very stubborn one at times.

Harry was indeed a bit in his head ever since the new revelation about the Jacob guy you’ve been obsessed with.

He had everything he could have wanted. Amazing best friend, great apartment, good grades and a beautiful girl whimpering beneath him.

She was a pretty thing. With already messy hair all over Harry's pillow and only her lacy red bra covering her chest. Her shirt was lost somewhere on the hardwood floor. She accommodated Harry between her spread legs, buckling her hips in his ever so often to show him how needy she was for him.

They made out for a bit until they were gasping for air, but Harry was desperate and claimed her lips in his right after he caught his breath. His brows were furrowed and eyes tightly shut as he huffed in her lips, kissing her hungrily.

One of her hands slid under his shirt, teasing his abs and chest with her fingertips, while the other tangled in his long hair and held him close.

“Mhm Harry,” She moaned in his mouth when she felt his bulge press against her and palmed it through his tight jeans. “You’re so hard,”

Not so subtly as he thought he would be, he wrapped his fingers gently around her wrist and moved her hand up in his hair to join her other one. He wanted all the focus on her only.

Harry moved from her lips to the junction of her neck. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear in the raspy voice that made every single girl's knees buckle including yours and bit her skin there, soothing the rough bites with his tongue afterwards.

She could feel Harry slowing down, his lips puckered very occasionally in a softening kiss and his hands roamed her body more, searching for every curve and imperfection, searching for you.

“What’s wrong?” She breathed out when Harry stopped completely and remained still over her, his forehead against her cheek, his hands on her hips.

“Nothing, sorry, nothing. Let’s continue,” He huffed out and started sucking on her neck again. He knew his wild thoughts were slowing down his performance, but he couldn’t help himself. She wasn’t you.

“Can I blow you?” She murmured sweetly and reached after his hard cock again, giving it a gentle squeeze to make Harry groan.

“Maybe another time, love.” He shook his head and sat up on his knees. “Lemme take a look at you, I bet you’re wet, hm?”

Through the thin walls, you could only hear the girl's high pitched moans but nothing close to Harry’s moans or grunts, just his muffled sweet talking.

“Harry, I’m going out! I should be back-“ You stepped out of your bedroom, dressed in a simple midi dress with flowers in warm colours scattered all over the white fabric and leather sandals, putting on your golden earrings. There was a noticeable touch of makeup on your face and your hair was lightly curled.

“You are going out?” Harry sat up abruptly from his place on the couch and pressed pause on the remote to stop whatever he was watching on the TV.

“Yeah? What’s wrong with that?” You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not understanding where he was going with that question.

“You are not usually going out…” He shrugged and stood up. With a low groan he stretched his limbs from sitting a few hours in the same position in the same place and walked to you.

“Rude. I can take that as an insult, you know? Watch your tongue,” You rolled your eyes at him and put all the necessities in your bag. The one you wanted so much and got it from Harry last Christmas.

“It wasn’t an insult, sweetheart!” Harry objected quickly and raised his hands in surrender. “I’m just saying it’s not typical for you, that’s all. I’m surprised,”

“I should be back around eight,” You finally finished the sentence from before and ran your fingers through your hair to give it some shape.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked but it came out more harshly than he planned.

“To a cafe,” You shrugged.

You were nervous. You couldn’t lie to yourself about that. But maybe not even from the date itself like from the fact Harry wouldn’t be the man you were planning on sharing a cup of coffee with.

Harry was the only man you were used to spending time with. There’s never been anyone else. It was scary yet exciting at the same time.

“Love, you know you have trouble sleeping when you have caffeine in the late afternoon,” You heard him mumble softly, as if this reason should stop you from going out.

“I’ll be alright, don’t worry,” You chuckled and stood up on your toes to give him a small peck on his cheek. He hasn’t shaved and the little stubble tickled your lips deliciously. “See you later,”

You arrived at the cafe ten minutes before the clock hit four. You found a nice spot in the corner, secluded away from the busy tables but by a window with a nice view on the street.

A quiet ring of a bell by the front door made you look up from the menu you’ve been going through for the past fifteen minutes and saw Jacob almost running to your table.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late!” He apologised with a small smile and opened his arms to hug you.

“It’s okay, I haven’t been waiting for long,” You smiled at him and watched as he slid in the chair on the other side of the table with effortless elegance.

“I heard the coffee here tastes amazing,” Jacob grinned and reached for his own menu, skimming it briefly with his eyes.

“I’m probably gonna ruin your original plans of this coffee date but I’m gonna get some tea instead,”

“Nothing could be ruined,” He sent your way a playful wink and waved with his hand on the waiter to get our orders. You could almost see the confidence and good mood he was presenting himself with shining from him.

He ordered an americano for himself and a lemon balm tea with honey for you as well as the last pain au chocolat he noticed they had in the display counter when he arrived.

The conversation was easy with him. He told you about his studies and his plans after finishing university, he wanted to teach arts and music in a primary school. He mentioned his family and how his younger sister was going through a wild phase of puberty and he had to set her wild ideas straight and calm down her out of place behaviour, while laughing during the funny parts of his stories. He showed you pictures of his shar-pei puppy named Ruby at which you melted into a puddle of ‘awws’ and begged him to see more. And he gladly showed you more videos of him playing with her.

You laughed at his jokes and blushed and bit your lip at his flirting all while you both were sipping your drinks until the waiter had to tell you to go because they were closing and the sun started to set behind the windows.

Jacob paid for both of your orders even when you protested and side by side you ended up wandering through the London streets, not really wanting to end the date yet. Your hands and shoulders brushed occasionally when you took turns or too many people started walking past you, but you never intertwined your fingers.

You felt like you have known him for ages already. He was naturally charming and friendly in the way that made you lean to him despite your inner turmoil.

You really liked him. Jacob was a nice guy, gentleman, with a good heart and jokes that made you fall into a fit of laughter for minutes. Chestnut curls, tall enough you’d have to stand up on your toes to give him a kiss or wrap your arms around his neck, toned muscles from working out in gym and a few tattoos you’ve noticed on his arms and neck so far but you couldn’t help yourself but wonder where else was another art from ink hiding on his body.

He was the first one that ever showed interest in you. Just this fact made you giddy. He was perfect. But not the imperfect messy roommate with loud snoring and extravagant taste in music.

“So… This is where I live,” You murmured when you and Jacob stopped in front of your apartment building.

“Okay,” He smiled softly, his dimples showing off just a little, and reached out to rub your arm. “Today was really nice,”

You looked down at where his palm moved up and down slowly and blinked a few times before you covered it with yours.

“I really enjoyed it. Thanks for the tea again,”

You both stood there for a moment, just watching each other, thinking about how good this date went and another could too.

“Would it be too much if I wanted to kiss you right now?” Jacob’s baritone brought you back from your thoughts.

“Umh just a tiny peck?” Your cheeks turned the warmest colour of red at his confident question but you gave him a small nod anyway.

“That’s alright with me,” He shrugged and stepped closer until you were just mere inches apart. His hand moved from your arm to your cheek and cradling it gently he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss, making him the second man you have ever shared your lips with.

“See you around?” You whispered when you pulled away.

“See you around,” His fingers lingered on your cheek for a moment longer and you could swear you heard him thinking about pulling you in for a proper kiss before he let go completely and with a last smile Jacob turned around and slowly started walking away.

You were feeling a lot. Your heart was fighting with your mind, thoughts were arguing one over another and stopped making sense after a while. You were so much in your head that walking up the stairs to your apartment took you twice as long.

“Oh sweetheart, I was about to call you. You were out for a while,” Harry rushed to you from the living room when he heard the rustling of keys and the front door open.

“You were worried about me?” A small smile spread on your lips.

You kicked off your sandals and put them neatly by the door and set your bag down on a little puff seat you had in the hallway. After a long day of classes, preparations for your date and the date itself, you felt tired. Emotionally and physically drained.

“I always am,” He admitted without shame before he stepped closer and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, his hands lingering on your face and neck. “Have I told you how pretty you look today?”

“Uhuh,” You shook your head and without thinking nuzzled in his muscled chest. Your arms sneaked around his waist and your face was buried deep in the fabric of his shirt.

Harry chuckled at your sudden clinging but hugged you close to his body without a second thought.

“You look so so so pretty, baby.” He murmured in your hair and pressed with one hand on your lower back to keep you close while his other one rubbed your arm up and down. It felt completely different than it did with Jacob.

“Thank you,” You mumbled quietly.

“Did you have a good time?” Harry swayed with you slightly from side to side.

At his question, you pulled away from his chest and let out a long sigh, venting some of the tension that was holding onto you. You looked up at him, the height difference slightly bigger than it was with Jacob and you quietly compared the two men in your head.

Harry had a reputation, no one would really say it was a bad one, but it was certainly something. On the other hand Jacob was simply a nice guy.

They both were your type in terms of looks, Harry just had longer hair that was amazing to tangle fingers in and tug on them.

You haven’t known Jacob for a very long time, but from what you already knew, he was one of the nicest men you’ve ever met. He had all the good qualities every woman was looking for in a man. Kind, polite, smart… And Harry had the qualities too, though he shared them mostly with you only. He was unique in his own way. With his dirty mouth but a cuddle bug personality.

They had so much in common but nothing at all. And no matter what your head told you that was right, your heart wanted something different.

“It was nice. We were the little cafe by the university,” You nodded finally and gave him another, this time a bit of a fake smile.

“We? Who were you out with?” Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion, his protective instincts on high alert.

“Jacob. The guy I’ve been texting with,” You explained quietly. You bit your bottom lip nervously, unsure about his reaction.

“Yeah I remember,”

“We just grabbed a coffee. It was casual. Nothing serious I swear.” You said rather too quickly, your breathing quick and cheeks warm, trying to make Harry believe this too.

“Jesus calm down, sweetheart,” Harry laughed at your ragged breathing and how you nervously started picking at the hem of his sweater, acting like a kid that got into trouble, and he pulled you back in his chest to soothe your worries. “There’s no need to stress over this, it’s alright.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m glad you had a good time,” The tight smile and the forced tone he used when he had tried to be nice for the sake of everyone didn’t get lost on you.

You moved on the couch eventually. You still in the pretty dress with flowers, too lazy to change, and Harry in his comfy sweatpants and a sweater. He pulled you in his lap immediately, positioning you sideways on his thighs with your side pressed in his chest and your head under his chin. You watched the crime show he left on the TV together in silence, both of you thinking more than actually paying attention to the detectives solving crimes on the screen. You closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the soft kisses Harry pressed in your hair from time to time and soft traces of his fingers on your arms and waist.

“Was he nice to you?” Harry broke the silence finally.

“Jacob?” You tensed but didn't move an inch.

“Yeah. Was he nice? Did he pull out a chair for you? Held the door? Paid?” Harry’s voice was laced with unspoken jealousy wrapped up in care.

“He was nice, Harry.” You whispered and reached after his hand, intertwining your fingers in quiet reassurance, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“That’s- that is good, yeah. You found a nice guy? Good.” Harry tightened his grip around your waist, pulled you even tighter into his chest and nuzzled his face in your hair, hiding the shuddered breaths from distress that left past his lips.

“Harry,” You whimpered. You ran your hands over his muscled arms, hoping to make him ease his grip but he did otherwise and leaned down to bite on the skin of your neck, marking you as his.

“I’m a nice guy too,” He growled in your neck and started sucking out a colourful bruise, alternating between biting and soothing the wound with his tongue.

His hands roamed all over your body. Over your thighs and hips, up to your waist and arms, squeezing, caressing, pinching. Every touch sent a shiver down your spine, making you lean into him more, crave him. It’s been a few days since you’ve done something more than kissing.

“Harry,” You moaned quietly and squirmed in his lap, feeling his hard-on press in your bottom. You both felt it. Something changing in the air, the electricity passing between your bodies, the lingering tension from before.

You turned your head back, resting against his shoulder and tilting in just right before Harry caught your lips in his, moaning quietly in the kiss. He tasted like coffee and something sweet. The kisses were long, soft, felt through, with bitten and swollen lips after. It was just small pecks and licks at first, before it changed into full on saliva swapping and hard make out session.

“Are you gonna see him again?” He murmured in your lips but before you could answer you had his tongue down your throat, kissing you like he lost his senses.

“I- I don’t know,” You pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead against his as your whole body heaved with ragged breaths.

“Don’t,”

“What?”

“Just don’t,” Harry shook his head with a low growl and kissed you hard again, getting you dizzy with his lips in the blink of an eye.

He moved you on your back slowly, setting you against the pillows with care no matter how wildly his lips and hands worked on you, and found his place between your legs.

“Can I touch you, baby? Please?” The whimper was needy and his hands were already moving under your dress, bunching the fabric around your hips.

“Mhm,” You moaned quietly and bobbed your head up and down in agreement.

Harry moved his kissing assault from your lips to your jaw and neck, deliberately moving lower to your collarbones. He couldn’t stop touching you. His hands held on your bare thighs, massaging them softly with his rough fingertips he had from playing guitar a lot and spreading them open even wider.

“Can I take these off?” His fingers curled around the hem of your panties and gave them a small tug to show you his intentions. He looked down between your legs to take in the sight of the pink lace and the growing wet patch on the crotch. You looked cute, he thought.

“I haven’t shaved,” You huffed and squeezed your thighs together to stop him from undressing you. It’s been a few days since you’ve played around with a razor in the bathtub. You were getting better at it after Harry showed you how to do it though.

“This again? I don’t care, love, you know that,” Harry shook his head and pressed a kiss on the little bow at the top of your underwear before he spread your thighs one more time and tugged your panties down your legs.

You were spread bare in front of him on the couch, just your dress covered your upper half. Your whole body thrummed with excitement and nerves. You’ve always had this feeling in your stomach when Harry touched you.

“Look at that, so pretty,” His voice was quiet, full of awe, as he looked down at your pussy framed by tiny dark curls as if it was the most treasured art piece. But to him it was. He spread your labia with his thumbs and blew cool air on your clit, watching you squirm in the couch cushions. You were slick with arousal, just the kissing made you wet and dripping down your thighs. “Shhh baby,”

Harry traced your pussy lips gently with his pointer finger, swirled his tongue around the swelling bundle of nerves, and did everything to get more noises from you. He lapped at your juices with careful precision and let out a low growl in your core when your arousal hit his tastebuds.

He teased your entrance with one finger, dipping in just one knuckle to gather your wetness at the tip before sticking it in his mouth with a smug grin. “And tastes so good too.” He moaned and put his finger back, this time a little deeper.

“Oh-” You whimpered at the new sensation. You felt your walls clench and you buckled your hips subconsciously to chase the friction. This was the first time you felt something inside you besides a tampon. And it felt so different. Soft, warm, stretching you already and Harry wasn't even fully inside you with his fingers nor with what he had in his pants.

“That’s it, good girl.” The praise did wonders to your brain. You melted in his arms into a puddle of moans and whimpers.

With slow precise motions, he rhythmically moved his finger and curled it just right to tickle that tiny spot deep inside you. You cried out at the new feeling and reached after his hand in shock, trapping it in between your legs.

“Are you okay, baby? Do you wanna stop?” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in worry and he slowly started withdrawing his hand. His gaze was now focused on your face only, gauging what you felt.

“No, no, no, no- just don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” You pressed on his hand gently until the whole length of his finger disappeared in you.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm, it feels so good. Want more,” You moaned.

Harry smiled softly at the sight. You were still shy and innocent when it came to intimacy, but now you were begging for more. And who was he to not give it to you?

“Alright, angel. We can try adding a second finger. But you need to tell me if something’s gonna start feeling different or hurt, yes?”

You nodded but when he raised his eyebrows at you with the unspoken ‘we’ve had this conversation already’ you whispered “Yes, I will.”

He pulled his pointer finger out before he added his middle finger and ever so slowly slid them past your entrance, your arousal making it glide a little smoother as he stretched your tight muscle. He pumped into you slowly, he didn’t want to overwhelm you. His palm brushed against your clit with the steady rhythm of his hand, making your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“God, you’re so tight. And soaked. I can feel you dripping, love.”

Every curl of his fingers brought you closer to the edge, his fingertips brushed against your g-spot expertly without missing a beat. Your walls fluttered around his long fingers and you started clenching involuntarily, making you a whimpering mess underneath him. Soon you felt weird pulsing between your legs that matched your heartbeat, the blissful familiar feeling of an orgasm. It shook with your whole body and made your back arch up in the air, you felt blinded by the dark and the only thing you could hear was ringing in your ears. Orgasm crashed through you like a tsunami.

“Shhhhh, there you go, baby,” Harry murmured in the soft tone he used only for you and cupped your cheek with his free hand, calming you down. Your hair was sticking to your forehead with sweat and you felt him brush the sticky strands behind your ear.

“Harry,” You sobbed.

He didn't stop moving his fingers, wanting to prolong your orgasm as much as it was possible. You squirmed on your spot, dripping with sweat and your juices. The couch is gonna need a good cleaning later for sure.

“It’s okay. You did so good. That was a big one, huh? Good girl,” Harry praised you in a whisper and leaned in to catch your lips in a soft kiss. A complete opposite from what it started with.

He withdrew his hand finally and put his fingers in his mouth instead. His eyes fell shut and he moaned loudly at the taste. “So sweet for me.”

You reached blindly after his free hand, your chest still heaving from the aftermath of your orgasm. It was indeed intense. You felt like your body was floating and your head was dizzy.

“I’m here, love. I’m here, don’t worry.” He reassured you softly and wrapped his arms around your fragile body, cradling you close to his chest. “Do I have you back?”

“Mhm,” You hummed sleepily and nuzzled your face in his neck.

“You know I care so much about you,” He murmured in your hair. He pressed soft kisses all over your face and hair, whispering sweet nothings and praises between them. “So much. My girl.”

“I care about you too, H.” You whisper, grasping on to the last moments of being awake before sleep overcame your body.

“And I hate sharing you. You’re my girl only,” Harry admitted finally, knowing it’s safe to confess right now when you were fast asleep.