#nerd!harry

You let out a small huff as your eyes roam over your reflection in the full length mirror you have hung on the back of your closet door, suddenly not sure if the bright pink sweatshirt with white and orange flowers on the sleeves will be enough to keep you warm seeing as you have it paired with a pair of your comfiest denim shorts. It’s not that you’re too worried about being cold since it’s not even the middle of September yet so the sun is still doing a decent job at keeping things nice and warm during the day but you tend to always catch a chill as soon as the sun dips beneath the trees and lets the moon take over, you quirk a brow at yourself as you momentarily debate on changing into pants. You shake your head and let out a groan at the mere thought of having to open your dresser to grab a pair of jeans that you already know will have you doing several squats before laying on the bed holding your breath just to get them zipped up and buttoned, a task you’ve always loathed but really don’t have the mental capacity to deal with after spending all day helping organize your sorority’s first mixer of the semester that’s just a week away.

“I’m not changing.” You mumble to yourself as you turn around and walk over to your bed so you can toss a few more things into your purse before heading out for the night. Your ears perk up as the sound of laughter gets carried on the soft evening breeze through your window that you opened so your room could air out while you spent the day downstairs with the party planning committee, hoping the fresh air mixed with the few crystals you keep scattered around your room would help rid your space of the slightly stuffy energy you felt when moving in last month.

You smile as you walk over to the window so you can push it all the way open, you see a few people rushing down the sidewalk with carefree looks on their faces since as of half an hour ago the last class of the week officially ended leaving only forty eight blissful hours between now and the start of the first class on Monday morning. There’s something about the way the stress of the week seems to melt away as the sun begins to set, letting the campus get covered in a tranquil type of comforting golden glow that will soon be replaced by the exciting and electric sort of buzz that only the light of the moon can bring out once it’s high enough in the sky, serving as a beacon for the often times chaotic energy that comes with late nights on a college campus. A soft sigh slips past your lips as you grip the edge of the window with both hands before leaning out of it just enough to let the warm breeze hit your face making you giggle as your eyes close briefly, when you open them back up you see someone you’ve never seen before walking slowly down the sidewalk in front of your house in what appears to be an old letterman jacket making an idea pop into your head.

“Excuse me!” You shout out the window hoping the man with the curly brown hair can hear you, not sure how he couldn’t since he’s on the sidewalk that’s only a few feet from the small patch of grass that separates the sidewalk from the house.

“Hey! You with the jacket—excuse me!” Harry’s brows furrow as a voice hits his hears, he lifts his head up and just as he’s about to look behind him he hears it again. “Man with the brown hair and—and are those glasses? I can’t tell but—excuse me can you help me with something please?” Harry’s cheeks get warm as he pauses and turns so he’s looking in the direction he now knows the voice is coming from which just so happens to be a third story window of a very well known sorority house he passes every day on his way home from class.

“Uh me? Are you—you’re talking to me?” He asks as he points at himself making the girl who’s all but hanging out the window laugh and nod her head.

“Yes you—is it cold out? I have on a sweatshirt and shorts is that going to be good enough?” For a moment Harry thinks he might be in the middle of a dream, that maybe he fell asleep in his rented out cubicle in the library and instead of a very pretty girl asking him an extremely random question from her window he’s actually drooling on himself while face down in a biology textbook. “Are you okay? Can—am I not being loud enough? Can you hear me?” Harry adjusts his glasses as he looks up at the girl who is leaning a little too far out of her window for his liking and whose face is twisting up into one of the most adorable looks of confusion he thinks he’s ever seen.

That’s saying a lot because Harry tutors in his free time so he’s seen a wide array of ways confusion can manifest itself on people’s faces, mostly dealing with people who need a little help working through their English papers as well as a few lost causes that can’t manage to fully wrap their minds around anything other than basic algebra, that small group of people also just so happen to play for the university’s football team. But there’s just something about her furrowed brows and scrunched up nose as she tilts her head ever so slightly to the left while staring down at him that has him thinking she might just be the prettiest girl he’s ever gotten to look at confused or not, a thought he doesn’t have time to dissect and take a deeper look into before she’s shouting at him again breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hello? Are—are you okay?” You can’t help but lean a little further out of your window as the curly haired boy just stares at you with his mouth hanging open and his cheeks a flushed shade of pink, he must hear the worried edge to your voice because before you can ask him for a third time if he’s okay he takes a step forward so one foot is in the grass and one is still on the sidewalk.

“P—please don’t do that—you’re going to fall or something.” He shouts back at you before he looks around as if internally debating on weather he should be standing in the freshly mowed grass or keep to the sidewalk, you can’t help but giggle as he seems almost nervous while taking another step closer to your sorority house.

“Sorry is this better?” You get a few nods in response as you move so you’re now mostly inside the safety of your room, bending down so you can rest your forearms on the windowsill allowing you to still hear and have a decent view of the cute boy down bellow. “Is it cold outside?” You ask as you look over his outfit, the white shirt he has on under his letterman jacket make the wash of his skinny jeans appear darker and while you think he looks nice it doesn’t help you come to any sort of conclusion about if you should put jeans on or not. In fact his outfit just makes you more confused because going off his appearance alone you’d think it was the middle of October and the leaves were tumbling down to the ground in piles of yellow, orange and browns with a chill in the air even while the sun is out.

“Uhm no—no not cold it’s uh warm?” His answer has you rubbing your lips together and it’s as if he can sense your confusion so he clears his throat before elaborating. “The uhm high for the evening is supposed to be in uh the—the sixties so I think you’d be okay in—in shorts unless you get cold easy? If you do then may—maybe jeans would be a good choice.”

“How do you know that? Are you studying to become a uh what’s it called? The people who do the weather?” You don’t expect him to answer, more so just voicing your thoughts out loud so when he lets out a genuine sounding laugh you can’t help but grin because no one ever finds anything you say entertaining enough to laugh at, unless it’s in a mocking way when you’re going off on a rambling tangent about a topic you find interesting. “You have a cute laugh.” The boy’s face reddens as he looks down at the grass that’s being smooshed underneath his brown boots.

“Th—thank you.” He struggles to get his words out loud enough for you to hear as he lifts his head up, a few rings catch your eye on his hand that he uses to push his glasses further up his nose making you annoyed at how far away he is making you unable to make out their exact shapes but you notice a red stone that you assume is a garnet on his index finger. “Meteorologist.” He shouts a bit awkwardly making you tilt your head causing him to rub at the back of his neck as he rushes to add some much needed explanation to his outburst. “That’s who—who does the weather but I’m not one I just—just have the weather app on my phone.” You nod as you let out a laugh that makes the boy grin so big you see a dimple pop out.

“You have on jeans and a jacket? But you’re saying it’s warm?”

“It’s cold in the library.”

“Oh is it? You should tell them so they can turn the air down—or is it up? I think it’s down so that it’s not blowing so much and you don’t have to wear so many layers.”

“I uhm—maybe I’ll ask them next-” The sound of a window being shoved open cuts the boy’s sentence short and has you leaning forward so you can poke your head out and look over just in time to see one of your sorority sisters lean out of her window.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to take a nap.” Tiffany who shares a wall with you shouts towards the boy who immediately backs up so he’s back to standing on the sidewalk and not in the grass at how annoyed and borderline angry her voice is.

“I’m—I’m sorry.” The boy says apologizing, the tone of his voice has you feeling protective over him because he isn’t the one who started this shouting conversation to begin with so you don’t want him taking the brunt of Tiffany’s unfriendly attitude.

“Don’t be rude Tiffany he’s just helping me figure out what to wear.” You tell her making her turn her head so she’s looking at you from out her window.

“Whatever.” She says with a huff as she rolls her eyes before disappearing back into her room and closing her window. Your face drops just a bit when you look down at the sidewalk just to find the spot the brown haired boy was standing a few minutes ago now empty, you lean forward and your mouth turns downward into a pout when you see him about to cross the street in front of the sorority house next door.

You wait for a moment as he adjusts the straps of his backpack he has slung over one shoulder, thinking that maybe he’ll look over at you and offer you some sort of acknowledgment as he takes a step off the sidewalk and into the street. You feel a bubbly soft sense of hope start to build up in your chest as his head turns in your direction but when he doesn’t even offer a small glance your way before looking the opposite way checking to make sure no cars are coming, the soft bubbles in your chest turn to lead and sink to the bottom of your tummy. As you watch him walk further down the street you realize you didn’t even get his name, but before you can get sucked into your thoughts about why the universe would put someone in front of you that radiates a warmth you often find yourself craving while dealing with the cold harshness of the world around you there’s a loud knock on your door.

“Leaving in five! Meet in the living room!” A voice shouts that you’re more than sure belongs to Sophie, the head of the planning committee and the leader of all things group activities including the small get together happening just two houses over that you don’t have a choice but to attend.

“Well at least I know I’ll be fine in shorts.” You say with a shrug as you lean back so you can stand up and finish getting ready, doing your best to push the image of the boy with a dimpled grin and bright green eyes to the back of your mind so you can focus on having fun with your sorority sisters.

Harry’s eyes feel heavy as he runs a hand through his hair, the bright silvery light of the moon and the white glow of the streetlights guiding his uncoordinated steps down the sidewalk as the events of the day start to catch up to him making him want nothing more than to collapse onto his bed in his tiny dorm room. The group of students he tutored this evening have his head full of random bits of the chapter his professor went over in his biology textbook swirling around in between examples of simple grammar corrections and sentence structures, and even though it’s a typical Tuesday for Harry it still has him feeling sluggish as he makes his way down the street.

He lets out a sigh as he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time, but before he can register what his eyes are looking at on his screen he hears the creaky sound of what he thinks is a window being pushed open and before he can slip his phone back into his pocket he hears it. A soft voice calling out for him, gently cutting through the quietness of the evening in a way that it doesn’t come off as an intrusion to the peacefulness but as a welcomed addition to it. The same voice he’s been unable to get out of his head since he heard it the first time just a few days ago.

The voice of the girl that’s gripping the edge of her window with a smile on her face as she stares down at him when he slowly turns so he’s looking up at her from his spot on the sidewalk. There’s a moment that Harry thinks the girl looking at him might just be a hallucination as she appears to be outlined in a warm yellow light that’s coming from the soft glow of her lamp but then he pushes his glasses further up his nose and her shape becomes more clear and even though her silhouette loses the fuzzy edges she still gives off a softness that has Harry’s feet taking a step into the grass as if he’s being pulled closer to her by some unseen force. The last time he stood in this very spot starts replaying in his head, regret washes over him as he gets reminded of the way he just walked off without saying anything, not even a goodbye and worst of all he remembers how he was walking up the steps to his dorm room when he realized he didn’t even get the name of the girl who stopped him to ask about the weather.

“You don’t have on your jacket.” Harry looks down at his outfit as if he doesn’t even know what he put on his own body this morning earning him a bubbly giggle as he slips his phone into the back pocket of his skinny jeans before looking back up at the girl who he can see once again has on a sweatshirt but this time it looks as if it’s just a solid light pink color.

“I uh I forgot it at home.” Harry answers feeling embarrassed for reasons that have nothing to do with the fact he left his jacket hanging on the back of his chair in front of his desk and all to do with the fact there’s a hint of almost concern in the girl’s voice as she looks him over as if seeing him without his jacket is a big deal. “Did—did you get cold the other night?” He asks nervously, hoping his advice didn’t have her shivering the moment the sun went down.

“I didn’t I was the perfect temperature.” You answer with a smile as you watch the boy take a step closer to the house, the quietness of the evening making it to where you don’t have to shout too loud thankfully, seeing as you know most of your sorority sisters are fast asleep. “You’re out late—is that normal?” You ask while trying to hold back a yawn but it’s no use so you just cover your mouth with your hand making a small smile spread across the boy’s face as he looks down at his boots briefly before looking back up at you.

“Uh kinda? I—I tutor most evenings and sometimes the sessions run a little uhm late.” You quirk a brow as you lean further out your window so you can get a better look at the library that’s just down the street immediately making a small noise of what you think is uneasiness puff out from deep in his chest as he squeezes his eyes closed. “Please—please don’t do that I just—you might fall.” His voice is low as he lets out a deep sigh before opening his eyes back up, you don’t hesitate to pull yourself back into the safety of your bedroom not wanting him to worry about something as silly as your safety.

“Sorry.” You say with a small laugh at how cute he looks with the moon hitting his glasses just right letting you get a small glimpse of your houses’s reflection in them, but then he tilts his head just enough that you’re able to look through the lenses and into the deep emerald color of his eyes. “You have really pretty eyes.” You state making his cheeks turn a light shade of pink before he turns so he’s looking down the street in the direction you saw him walking in before you opened your window.

“Th—thank you uhm so do you—you’re really pretty.” You can’t help but smile but almost as soon as the words lead his mouth you can feel a sense of regret fill the space around him. “I uh should go—I have an early class tomorrow and uhm yeah good—goodnight.” His voice is shaky as he walks backwards until his boots hit the concrete of the sidewalk. As you watch him turn so he can continue his walk home a strange pull has you ignoring his previous warnings and leaning out of your window and before he can even take a single step forward you open your mouth and ask him a question you meant to ask the last time you two spoke.

“What’s your name?”

“Harry.” He says as he looks at you over his shoulder while adjusting his glasses. “What’s yours?” You feel butterflies go off in your tummy when a grin spreads across Harry’s face as you shout your name down to him.

“Goodnight Harry.” Is the last thing you say before you decide you’ve taken up enough of his time this evening and pull yourself all the way inside your window, giving him a small wave before sliding it closed. “Harry—that’s a nice name.” You mumble to yourself as you climb into bed, a smile still on your face as you reach over and turn your lamp off letting the room get swallowed by darkness that brings a calmness to your mind as you try to drift off to sleep, already thinking of reasons you might need to pass through the library in hopes of seeing a certain green eyed boy you can’t seem to stop thinking about that you now know is named Harry.

Harry stands there looking up at your window longer than he should, but his feet simply refuse to move even after you turn your light off and it’s all because he can’t get over the way your voice sounded when you said his name. He knows it’s dumb not being able to get over you saying one simple word and he is well aware that he more than likely looks like a full blown weirdo but something about you has turned his normally very well functioning brain into nothing more than a shallow pool full of swirling images of your face smiling at him and gentle ripples created by soft sound of your laughter. After allowing his eyes to linger on the outside of your window for just a few more minutes Harry finally forces himself to take the first step towards his dorm room, and even though every step he takes further away from your window feels like a mistake he knows that if he doesn’t leave now he’ll regret it when he has to show up to his morning class on little to no sleep.

As Harry continues his walk home he can’t seem to wrap his mind around what someone as disarmingly nice as you is doing in a sorority, not that he thinks someone has to be unpleasant and have a few of the more annoying personality traits to fit in with a crowd like that. It’s just that every encounter that Harry’s had with someone who’s part of Greek life at the university hasn’t exactly been pleasant, he knows that’s partially due to his distaste for loud parties and the obnoxiousness that radiates off of the men that occupy the multiple fraternity houses he passes on his walk home. But then he met you, or got as close to meeting you as he could from the sidewalk while you leaned out the window of the third floor. When you smiled and laughed at him he managed to sense a refreshing type of oddness to you that shines out to him thanks to how beautifully you stick out of your surroundings, like a flower growing in a crack in the concrete.

“Did—did I tell her she was pretty?” Harry asks himself with a groan, breaking himself out of his own thoughts as he turns onto the street his building is on. “God I’m such an idiot.” He huffs as he adjusts his glasses before running a hand through his curls, but even though Harry thinks he might’ve embarrassed himself just a bit this evening there’s one thing that has a small smile spreading across his face and that’s the fact he now knows your name.

“S’a pretty name.” He says quietly after he lets it roll off his tongue a few times in soft mumbles as he walks up the steps in front of the building his dorm is on, already deciding that even if it adds an extra five minutes to his journey home he will continue to pass by the sorority house you live in just in case you have anymore questions about the weather or the temperature of the library that you want to shout down at him from your window.

“hi harry! im so glad you’re here!” you smiled. “hey y/n,” his eyes slowly trailing down towards your cleavage. “ready to um.. tackle this project?” he said nervously. “totally!” you tried not to squeal as you stepped aside inviting him inside. “im so glad you’re here harry, i was starting to panic.” you say referring to your grades, guiding him into your room, the air subtly scented with the sweet fragrance of your perfume. you sat at your desk as harry hovered over you. “honestly harry, i don’t know what i would do without you.” you leaned closer toward him, looking up at him. “so, where do we start?” harry cleared his throat.

as he explained the concept, you pretended to listen intently, but your mind was racing. his voice was so close, a low murmur that vibrated through you. you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the subtle a scent of his cologne filled your senses. it was intoxicating. “so you see,” he continued. “the ratio of reactants to products must be equal in both sides of the equation.” “right.” you nodded. “equal, got it.” in reality you were too focused on the way his hair fell across his forehead, the way his lips moved as he spoke, and the way his hand rested just inches from yours on the desk. “are you sure you’re following?” harry questioned. “because this is really important.” he stepped back from the spot he was hovering above you. “no- no i promise im listening,” you grabbed his wrist. “maybe.. maybe we should just take a break. i’ll get you a drink, sit on my bed!” you hurried to the kitchen and stalled long enough for harry to sit on your bed and find your diary. he knew it was wrong for him to read it but something took over him.

april 4th, diary entry #104 ♡

harry is coming over next week to help me study for chem. i can’t help myself but think about him at night when i slide my hand between my legs. his smart and knowing demeanor and his thick biceps going around my neck. i imagine my hand is his as i pump two fingers inside my-

harry’s mind is interrupted at the sound of you coming back upstairs from the kitchen. he quickly places the diary away from him and acts busy, adjusting his pants that have grown tighter. “here you go!” you say as you hand him the water. he murmurs a thank you as you notice his face is now flushed and there’s a tent in his pants. you sit right next to him on the bed and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. “you okay harry?” you ask with an innocent expression. your eyes travel down to his now extremely noticeable boner. he covers himself up embarrassed. “oh my god im so sorry y/n”. he stood up ready to gather his things but you grabbed his arm stopping him. “don’t apologize harry, let me help you.” you say slowly lowering down to your knees infront of him. “oh no. i couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.” harry pleas trying to pull you back up. “don’t worry about it. you helped me, im just.. repaying the favor!” you say with a smile licking your lips, pulling his pants down. “you really don’t.. have to.. do that-“ harry unable to form a full sentence before your lips are wrapped around his thick tip.

you feel harry relax as you take more of him into your mouth. you grab his hand and put it in your hair, urging him to pull your hair. your hands rest on his thighs as you take more of him in, gagging on his hard, throbbing cock. you start to bob your head, sucking him eagerly. the vibration of your moans send shocks of pleasure through his cock. "oh my god..." he starts to move his hips, softly shoving more of himself down your throat. you feel his orgasm build up and send him a nod allowing him to come in your mouth. you look in his eyes through his entire release. this is exactly what you wanted. you’ve waited for this moment for a month. and you finally got it.

“so, should we continue studying?” you say with a smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Speaking of Y/N, Harry didn't hate grocery shopping with her so much. He even kind of enjoyed it as long as the space wasn't too crowded. That day it wasn’t, which he was extremely thankful for because it reduced the chances of them bumping into any familiar faces who might ask about his grandparents, or if the girl he was with was his girlfriend.

Despite that, Y/N was still a frequent visitor at Harry’s house. Ever since his family relocated to a different area, it had become custom for her to spend the night whenever the two had group projects to do.

That’s another thing he detested about running into people his grandparents were friends with - they loved to pester him with questions about his life that made him go red in the face. It was even worse when he happened to be with Y/N during those times...

Fortunately, she was always clueless about it.

Harry guessed that the reason for that was that she was so comfortable with their friendship that she wasn't even aware of what was going on… even if she thought it a little odd that he kept introducing her as his neighbor when they weren't neighbors anymore.

That day was no different. They'd just grabbed their pizzas, and were now wandering around the drinks aisle looking at the options.

Their journey was always the same.

As they got off the bus from school, they would head to the supermarket to stock up on frozen pizzas and late-night goodies to help them through the long hours they’d be spending working on the computer.

The idea startled him a little more than he'd like to admit. “Don’t start! And put it back before anyone sees you.”

“Do you think your grandma would notice if we hid one of these in your backpack?” Asked Y/N.

The smile on her face got him figuring she was up to no good… even before he noticed the bottle of whatever alcoholic beverage she was holding.

The way his body jumped made Y/N laugh as she set the bottle back on its shelf. “Relax, okay? I was only messing with you... I knew you'd be too chicken to do it. But just so you know, they don't even ask for an ID most times.”

“Fine.”

He replied to her with a headshake. “You're not as cool as you think just because you get drunk with your friends every once in a while.”

She didn’t seem too pleased by his remark, but Harry figured that by now she ought to know he didn't mean most of what he said when he was annoyed.

“You can get an iced tea… or a pepsi… or that weird-flavored soda you like.”

Harry noticed that even after he allowed her to pick her favorite drink, Y/N still didn't seem particularly happy with him. She trailed behind him in silence while he pushed the cart around, and didn't even appear to care when they walked past her usual go-to snack.

“Did you know that stating facts like that makes you look a thousand times more of a nerd than you already are?”

“Did you know that statistically, people who start drinking in their teens have a five times higher likelihood of becoming alcoholics than those who only start later?”

Harry knew it probably wasn't the best topic to get her to talk to him, but it was the only thing that came to his mind in the moment.

Harry snorted at her retort. “You didn't seem to mind me being a nerd when you asked me to work on the paper with you.”

“I do every paper with you, why should this be any different?”

Y/N was in the midst of a rebellious phase. In the beginning it all had been quite harmless, with her obsession with dyeing the ends of her hair crazy colors and pairing fishnets with knee socks. That somehow led her into starting to hang out with people Harry considered to be a little offputting.

He smirked at that. It was true. He and Y/N had attended every academic year together since they first met in elementary school, and they had managed to enroll in almost all of the same classes each time.

They were currently in their senior year of high school, and their friendship was still pretty solid despite their different personalities and social interests.

He also barely interacted with girls, as one might expect. There were times he had crushes, but he was always afraid to talk to them, so things never really went anywhere. Thus, Y/N was really Harry's only female friend.

He wasn't sure what exactly made him dislike them...

Maybe it was because he was a little resentful over having to “compete” for Y/N's attention and feared he would one day completely lose her to them, given that they were undoubtedly the cooler part of the equation.

Perhaps part of it was also because those people reminded him of the kind who used to bully him for being a dork when he was younger. Thankfully, he wasn't being bullied as much anymore, but he still didn't have many friends.

He confesses sometimes he was surprised she still wanted to hang out with him as much as she did. When she became popular, Harry naturally assumed she would ditch him for social status reasons, but that never happened, which was a big relief to him since he liked having her around.

They were both geeky, so they watched a lot of movies and played video games together... but when it came to other things, they were a little different. Y/N had a much better sense of style, was much more social, and enjoyed doing dumb things like smoking weed and getting drunk behind her parents’ backs.

Harry had never really understood the appeal of it. In fact, his lack of interest in participating in that stuff sometimes worried him a bit, but again... it wasn’t like he wasn’t curious.

There were a few times when he thought it would be cool if he could hang out with Y/N and her friends, go out drinking, dance, and maybe, just maybe, if he was very very lucky, even get to kiss someone on the mouth.

But then he always ended up reasoning that people like him weren't welcome at parties and that if he ever dared to step foot into one he'd probably end up being the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Even knowing so, he couldn't help fantasizing about it… especially the last part. Yes, Harry definitely thought about intimacy a lot more than he'd ever be willing to admit… and he also pondered a lot about how being practically invisible to girls sucked… and about how much he wished one would give him a chance.

He was aware of his issues, however. He knew he wasn’t exactly the hottest guy around. His haircut and clothing were out of style, mostly because he lacked the confidence to mess with his looks and follow the trends the way other people did. He’d buy new t-shirts sometimes; the only thing was that they almost always had gaming-related designs which obviously didn't do his style much good.

He thought Y/N had nice eyes as well, and he liked the way she accentuated them with make-up - even when her eyeliner turned out a little uneven or got smudgy because she forgot and rubbed her eyes with her fingers.

But it wasn’t all bad. Harry knew he had nice eyes. He just couldn't get the girls to come close enough to notice them.

He figured the way he stared at the floor when he walked, along with the thick glasses he had been wearing since childhood had also taken part in preventing people from noticing how green his eyes were.

She'd been doing that a lot in the last hour they'd been working on their paper, which was making Harry feel a little guilty.

Normally, by that time in the evening Y/N would already be working on her part, but as they'd started later than usual, she wasn't. Also, being the control freak he was, Harry always wanted to be the one in charge of the research portion of any papers they worked on. Leaving the final task of writing and flourishing to Y/N.

So the poor girl had been sitting next to him for hours, watching him go through articles on his laptop.

Harry could tell by the increased frequency of her yawns that her battery was running low, so he wasn't the least bit surprised when he heard her hesitantly ask, “Are you planning on staying up much longer? Aren’t you getting tired?”

“Are you for real?” She looked at him like he was crazy as she let her back slide halfway down the bedframe. “Do you really find these stupid water microbes that interesting?”

“Um… not really. I found this really cool essay and want to make sure we gather all of their data.” He was so preoccupied with copying and pasting that he didn't even look away from the screen as he replied to the question. “It's a shame we don’t have any hot springs nearby... wouldn't it be cool if we could collect samples of these microbes and study them in the lab?”

“Not all of them, it’s just that I’d never considered that there could be some growing and thriving in actual boiling water… since, you know, that’s what’s supposed to kill them.” Due to the silence that followed, Harry realized that despite Y/N's efforts to keep him company, she was moments away from falling asleep. “Should I go get the stuff to make your bed?”

“You can't. I haven't done my part yet.”

“It's fine. We still have tomorrow to finish it.”

“Don't bother. I just need to close my eyes for a bit, but I won’t fall asleep.” She promised, but Harry knew better than to believe her. “Do you mind if I get under the covers? Your room’s a bit chilly.”

“No, not at all.” He didn't mind it, in fact, he even found it a little exciting. Not in a pervy way, but it felt good to know that a girl would be using his bed and leaving her girly scent on it. Harry tried not to dwell on those kinds of thoughts over Y/N too much, but of course he thought she was hot. He wasn’t that blind.

Truth be told, he’d always liked her personality, but as of recently her looks and the way she dressed had also made her the type of girl he was attracted to on the outside. Yes, it was always the girls who wore alternative clothing and scowled a lot that caught his eye.

He hadn't always felt that way. For a long while he just thought of her as a best friend, but she'd grown into her curves in the last couple of years and he would be lying if he said his eyes and mind didn't occasionally wander.

He felt a little bad about it... but it wasn't like he was ever going to do anything other than fantasize, so he supposed it was alright… as long as she didn’t catch on.

He was aware that his preference sounded extremely stereotypical coming from a shy loser like him, but it wasn’t like he could help what he was keen on.

“Is the entire chapter on Volcanic Islands really necessary?” She asked, leaning further into him so she could see the laptop screen despite being laid down.

“I'm not sure if it's necessary, but I thought we should at least mention these two islands since they keep coming up.” He could feel her sigh of defeat. “It’s already halfway done. We've got all the info on Iceland already… now all that's left is this tiny archipelago in Portugal.” With that, he rushed to type the final location on the search bar but was taken aback by Y/N's chuckling. “What are you laughing at?”

“Do you not know how to delete your browsing history?” She asked him, still laughing.

Harry's brows furrowed slightly, but he smiled along. “Huh, why? Seriously random that.”

“Random, really? I may only be half awake, but I can still see.”

“See what?”

“See Pornhub come up on your suggestions when you started typing Portugal.” Harry's face dropped instantly. Then, with a harsh slam, he shut his laptop lid. He could feel his entire body tensing up as a burning wave swept across his face, hotter than he'd ever felt before.

“Harry, relax!” Y/N remarked when she saw him like that. She seemed rather worried about it as she clung to his arm and shook it. “Hey, look at me, this isn’t a bad thing. You don't have to-”

He knew he'd have to look up at some point, but he couldn’t bear the thought of facing Y/N knowing that she knew he watched porn and wanked. It was making him feel all kinds of yucky, which was why he was a bit shocked by what happened right after.

Before she could say anything else, Harry covered his face with his hands. “Yes it is. It’s embarrassing.” Honestly, even that felt like a tame word to describe how he was feeling.

This was, hands down, one of the most awkward circumstances he’d ever been in. He wasn't prepared to deal with it, so he chose to remain hidden and avoid further conversation.

Despite the fact that they were right next to each other, it took a while for one of them to venture breaking the silence. By the time Harry tried, he had a dry mouth, so he had to swallow first. “I know it’s not your fault, but I'd honestly rather you hadn't said anything. Knowing you saw is making me feel like shit.”

Y/N reached for him, nestling into his side. The warmth felt nice, but being so close to her was weird. He liked it, but it also made him feel worse at the same time. He still couldn't wrap his head around why she wanted to touch him when he felt so icky.

“I know, but it still bothers me.” Harry was a little surprised by how at ease he felt speaking in quiet whispers while hiding under his covers. For some reason, talking to Y/N in this setting wasn’t as mortifying as he'd anticipated. “And just to be clear, I have no idea how that ended up in my suggestions. I always use incognito mode for that stuff.”

His faltering whispers seemed to stun Y/N a little, as if she'd already accepted that they wouldn't be talking for the rest of the night. “There's no need to feel that way… especially with me.” She returned his hushed words. “I wouldn't have said anything if I knew you'd get like this. I was just joking.”

He couldn't see her, but he could feel her shrug. “You must have forgotten to open a new tab. It has happened to me before.”

“Oh. So. You watch it too?”

“Doesn't everybody, at least once in a while?”

“I don’t know… I suppose they must, yeah.” They both fell quiet for a bit, but not for longer than a few breaths as Harry felt the urge to clarify something. “I don't want you to think I'm a perv, though. I don't watch it all that often… not the kind of stuff that you’re probably thinking I watch, anyway.”

“What do you think I think you watch?”

“I don’t know, like… cringy, scripted porn… you know, the usual “oh no, I’m stuck!” stuff that shows up on the main page.”

“Um… I’ll be honest, you’ve always came across as more of a Hentai guy to me. And before you say anything, this isn't just me calling you a weeaboo. I've watched my share too and overall, I think it's much better than that other stuff you were talking about.”

“That's interesting, actually. I always thought that audio porn mostly for women, since, you know... everyone says men are visual creatures.” She shifted her weight slightly, turning towards him. “But you still find naked girls hot, right? the sight of them?”

“Yeah, fine... I'll admit that I like Hentai, but it’s not all I watch.” Harry wasn't sure why he felt so keen on sharing all of a sudden, but weirdly, he was kind of enjoying their conversation. He found the topic interesting, and he'd never had the chance to discuss it with anybody in person before so… it was fun. And, on top of that, Y/N was disclosing a bit too and he liked that he was getting to know this part of her as well.

“Do you know what audio porn is?” She nodded yes to his question. “Cool, so, there’s this category called ‘guided masturbation’ that’s basically just girls talking and like... telling you what to do. There’s no visual content really, but it has a very real feel to it that I like... almost as if you're on the phone with someone.”

“Well, of course. I’d be worried if that wasn’t the case.” Her question struck Harry a little, but he liked that she was acting curious and asking him things. “Honestly, I think the reason why I don't watch more regular porn is because I can't picture myself living out the fantasies. I don’t know, it’s weird to explain.”

“You can’t picture yourself in a sexy plumber costume ready to unclog a hot milf’s pipes?”

Harry snorted. “You're joking, but that's pretty much what it is.”

She hummed as she drew closer to him on the bed. This time her, placing her head into the crook of his arm. Her mouth was closer to Harry's ear in this position, although he wasn't aware of this until he heard, and felt, her whisper again. “Is that why you like to hear girls telling you what to do? because you're a bit unexperienced?”

“No, it’s all good. I’m sure you must be getting tired.” With that, Y/N crawled out from under the covers. As she did so, her hand stumbled onto Harry’s toppled over laptop. “Oh, I didn’t even notice this was here. We should probably turn it off, right? Assuming you don't want to keep working after this.”

Harry wasn't usually one to cuss, but shit. Hearing her whisper that somewhat snarky question so close to his ear struck a chord with him. It was freaking hot and kind of reminded him a bit of the audios he liked. Obviously, it wasn't as explicit, but it was better in many ways. A huge downside to the experience, however, was that it was extremely difficult to concentrate afterward. In fact, in the midst of his thoughts, Harry almost forgot to reply.

“Um… I guess? I’m sorry, I kind of forgot what the question was.”

Harry also sat up in a position similar to hers, with his legs partially covered by the covers. As his eyes re-acclimated to the brightness of the room, he massaged them a little. “Sure. I’ll just need a moment to, uh… make sure the file got saved properly, if that’s okay.”

Taking advantage of his temporary blindness, Y/N snatched his pillow from his side of the bed. She tucked it under herself and slid back under the sheets. “I've got a comfy bed right here so… feel free to take as much time as you need.”

He smiled at her antics as he readjusted the laptop over his legs and opened it. Turns out the file had been autosaved, but Harry still saved it once more before switching off his computer and setting it over his desk. “Yeah, that's fine. I don’t mind giving you my bed for the night and sleeping on the air mattress for a change.”

“Or you could spare yourself and sleep right there instead of worrying about which one of us will be sleeping on the floor.”

Her offer caused his eyebrows to rise, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing to do. He liked the idea of it but was a little concerned about accidentally doing something embarrassing in the middle of the night. What if he made a toot? Or worse, had a wet dream? He hadn't had any recently, but one never knew when it might start happening again. In any case, he'd probably wake up with a stupid morning wood as usual, which was something that he could typically make go away before he got up when Y/N was around… but if she was going to sleep next to him, wasn’t there a chance she could tell? That prospect made him terrified. “Um… I'm not sure that I'm a good sleep partner; grandma says I used to move a lot in my sleep when I was small.”

“Oh. I don’t mind. I just don't feel like sleeping by myself tonight for some reason.” Y/N shrugged, leaving him unsure of what to say next. It was already difficult to say no when it wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it became nearly impossible when he looked at her and met her begging eyes.

Well then, if she was being so casual about it, he figured it must not be that common for people to do humiliating things in their sleep, contrary to what he had previously been led to believe by his insecurities. The other factor that was pushing him to say yes was that having to get up to grab the air mattress from the attic and make Y/N a bed sounded a little too demanding for how lazy he was feeling. His bed wasn't even tiny either, so they'd have plenty of room to spread out without troubling one another throughout the night. “Ok, alright. But don't grumble tomorrow about having trouble falling asleep because of me. This was entirely your idea.”  

“I don’t grumble.” He made sure to let her see his eyeroll before turning off the lights and getting into bed with a second pillow for himself. No one said anything for a bit, they were just adjusting their positions in search for the most comfortable one. Harry was still wide-awake, but he believed it wouldn't be long until Y/N fell asleep. She was already close to when they were working on the paper, so it shouldn't take long at all.

She proved him wrong, though, when she blurted out something after minutes of being quiet. “I have another question for you...”

“Oh. What’s that?”

Harry saw a shadow that he believed to be her head poking up from the pillow, propped on what should be her arm. Her voice sounded quite chirpy too, which meant he’d probably underestimated how awake and willing to chat his friend actually was. “Have you ever… like, kissed anyone?”

“That’s so random.” It was during times like these that Harry wished he could travel back in time. If he could go back and pretend to be asleep two seconds ago when Y/N asked if she could ask him a question, he wouldn’t even hesitate. Heck, he'd even pretend to snore if it meant not having to respond but alas, since Harry didn’t have any time travel abilities, that wasn’t an option. She knew he was awake and was anxiously awaiting his response. “You're quite random sometimes, Y/N...”

Her voice was hushed, yet a little taunting. “That’s not an answer.”

Harry sighed, realizing she wasn't going to let him off the hook until he participated in the discussion she wanted to have. “Alright, then… define kissing... does something like a peck qualify?”

“No, Harry. I'm talking about actual kissing. Tongue and all.”

“Oh um. I knew that, obviously.”

“And did you do it or not?”

“Yeah I, uh. I've kissed...” His words stumbled slightly. They didn't come out as cool or confident as he’d hoped, but he did try to make his statement sound plausible. “But it wasn’t with a lot of tongue... just like, a little bit.”

Y/N let out a snort at his unconvincing answer. “You’re a shit liar, but fine. I used to lie about it too when people asked me.” Rather than defending himself, Harry didn't say anything, which told his friend all she needed to know. “Is it something you think about, though? would you like to do it?”

“Well, yeah… of course I’d like to. Even some of the guys I hang out with have done it... and you’ve seen them.” Harry felt a bit mean making that remark about his friends' looks. Obviously, he wanted them to have someone who liked them, but that didn’t change the fact that none of them had much going in terms of physical appeal. “I'm not saying this to make you feel sorry for me. I know I’m the problem and that the reason why I haven’t kissed yet is because I’m not a kissable person. My only hope is that things will change once we start college. I don't know if I ever told you before, but I've been thinking about switching to contacts. I was also thinking it could be nice to exercise a bit just so clothes would fit me better. What do you think? It should help, right?”

Even in total darkness, Harry could tell that Y/N's eyebrows were deeply furrowed by her tone of voice. “Who was it that told you you weren't kissable?”

“Nobody needed to tell me. I see myself every time I look in the mirror. I dress like my grandpa and have a bit of a hunch like him too.”

“I think you're mistaking being unattractive for wearing clothes that aren’t particularly flattering. It's very different.” Harry knew she couldn't see it, but he was kissing his teeth at what she’d said. “If the reason why you want to make those changes is to feel better about yourself, then you have my full support… I do, however, have a feeling that’s not all it is, so I hope you realize that you don’t have to bend over backwards to be likable or kissable, or anything else. You already are all of those things exactly as you are.”

“I appreciate you sugarcoating things to make me feel better but if what you are saying were true, and I was fine the way I am, I wouldn't have this much trouble finding someone who saw that in me.” He sighed, a little annoyed by her efforts. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s hard for me to believe you’ll ever understand what it feels like to be me. You’re like... the coolest, most kissable girl ever.”

There was a slight click, and suddenly the room got soaked in an orange light that caused Harry to squint despite his familiarity with it. His bedside table lamp was on, and Y/N was staring at him in awe. “You think I’m kissable?”

Crap. Had he really blurted it out that way? He couldn't recall the precise words he had used, but it seemed unlikely that Y/N was asking him that for no reason. She looked very taken aback by what she’d heard, and Harry, who still hadn't a clue how he’d managed to put his foot in it yet again, felt his face turn red and his tongue stutter once more. “Not in a weird way! Maybe I phrased it in a way that made it seem like I was being weird, but it was just a form of expression. Not that what I said isn’t true, but I would never say it like that. Even if I wanted to kiss you, which has never crossed my mind, really.”

“Hm.” Y/N’s gaze was drawn to her hands as he finished. Harry observed that she was picking at her nail polish, which was rather unusual for her unless she was nervous. “Is it really that ridiculous? I mean, if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind...”

His forehead wrinkled. “Why? Because you feel sorry for me?”

“No Harry, because I'd like to.”

“Me? You’d like to kiss me? Why?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.” Her tone was a little hesitant, but she carried on. “Aff, okay… screw it. I might as well tell you since we’re talking about it. So, I, uh. I have a bit of a thing for you. I’ve had it for a while, but it was never serious… since well, I never really felt like there was a real possibility that it could be reciprocated. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner, that and because I wasn't sure how things would turn out if you rejected me so… I figured it would be best not to say anything.” She shrugged once more, as a small smile formed on her lips. “You’ve also never mentioned having any crushes or being into anyone, so I thought maybe you weren't interested in that type of stuff much.”

“Yeah, right.” Harry rolled over in bed, facing away from her. It wasn’t unusual of Y/N to play practical jokes on him from time to time, but this one did not go over well with him. It seriously screwed with his self-esteem and since it was her, he could have easily been tricked into admitting something he'd end up regretting. “I know you’re taking the piss and I don't think it's funny, like, at all.”

“Why would I be taking the piss? Do you really think I'd joke about something like this? And look at me when I'm speaking to you!” She pulled on his shoulder, compelling him to lie onto his back so she could at least see his face.

Harry complied with her, but not without a groan. “I'm serious Y/N. If you’re trolling, this is your one chance to say so ‘cause If I find out later that you were doing this to see me make a fool of myself or to get me flustered, I'm going to get really, really angry at you.”

“I may play a lot of dumb jokes, but I don't play with people's feelings like that… let alone my friends' feelings. I'm dead serious, Harry. It's really not that hard to see it if you think a little.” She huffed, upset that he wasn’t taking her seriously. She'd guessed he’d act a little wary at first but hadn't expected him to think she was pulling a prank on him. How could he have missed that she had a thing for him anyway, with how touchy she was when they were alone together? With her acting so eager to be his first kiss? She'd been shit at hiding it for years. It was so clear. “Do you remember when we were kids... my parents took us to a fancy playground by a lake and... there was a girl there who had a Nintendo but wouldn't let me play with it, she would only let you, so I snatched it away?”

"Yeah, I remember.” As he replied, Harry was unable to stop himself from letting out small laugh at the memory. “And then you threw it in the water because you'd heard from someone that Nintendo’s were waterproof. Your parents got so mad, and she wouldn't stop crying. It was awful.”

“Yeah, that. Except, I never really thought that they were waterproof. I did it because she was nasty... and it made me upset that you’d left me to play on the slide alone.” Y/N admitted, also laughing and shaking her head a bit at her childish antics. “I didn't know back then what being jealous was, but I think about that day sometimes... it makes me feel embarrassed obviously, but it also makes me realize that I've always been really possessive of you. I think if you'd turn out to have many girlfriends I would have realized much sooner that my feelings for you weren't just friendly ones.”

“Wow. Was that really what that was?” Harry was stupefied and Y/N couldn't not giggle at his open mouthed reaction. “I’m sorry, it’s just… this whole thing is really confusing. My head is spinning a bit and... being completely honest, part of me still thinks that you’re joking but at the same time, you seem serious enough so I’m gonna choose to believe you. Even if I have no idea why you'd like me that way, other than maybe ‘cause I'm tall.

“The hair too. Don't forget your fluffy hair.” She added playfully. “No but, even though I like those things, they aren’t the reason why I like you. I just do. There’s no logical explanation for it.”

“Yeah, um. That makes sense. I mean, not really but I think I understand that feeling you were describing and… I can kind of relate to it too since I've kind of had a small crush too since last year… or well, I've realized last year... back when you were dating that Joshua guy. It made me jealous. I’ve always thought it was silly though, so I tried not to think about it too much.” Harry acknowledged, albeit doing it with more trepidation and delay than Y/N had. “I've had other crushes too, but they were on girls I never talked to so... they didn’t last too long.”

“Wait so… you’ve had a crush too? since that long?”

“I- uh.. I have. Yeah.”

“You must be really good at hiding your feelings then, because I never noticed anything that suggested that, much less that you were jealous. Trust me, if I had any inkling I would’ve had this conversation with you last year instead of doing what I did. I didn’t even like Joshua much… I just wanted to have someone.” She pursed her lips in a mournful smile before reaching out for Harry's hand. It wasn’t the first time that their hands had brushed, but this time something in Harry's chest was sparked by her touch, making him feel both ecstatic and stiff at the same time. “It's nice that you've had other crushes, though. I think I'd be more upset if I found out you'd been caught up on me all this time and I'd just been completely unaware of it. With that said, I don't want you thinking about other girls now. Only me.”

“Yeah, okay. Just you. I like how that sounds a lot.” Harry had no idea what had possessed him, but he felt compelled to bring her hand to his mouth and kiss it. His gesture made her giggle, but he got somewhat self-conscious afterwards. “Was that lame? Probably, right?”

“No, it was cute. I liked it.” She reciprocated by lifting his hand to her mouth and placing a kiss over his knuckles. “Is there anywhere else you’d like me to kiss?”

With a tentative smile, he gave her a direct glance before nodding. Y/N scooted a bit closer to him but as they got closer, Harry's body tightened a little. He couldn't take his eyes off her lips, yet the sight of the rosy, fluffy cushions was giving him pause. “I’m sorry if I’m not… uh… if I don’t know how to...”

She gave his cheek a comforting caress. “That’s fine, but are you okay? You’re shaking a bit.”

Harry laughed, feeling rather frustrated with himself. “Yeah, um… sorry about that. I'm just really nervous.”

“It can wait if you're not ready.” Y/N made a point of assuring him, even though she had a feeling that waiting wasn't what Harry wanted. He was just nervous, which was totally normal for someone who was about to get their first kiss. The most she could do was try to make him a bit calmer. “Is there anything specific that you're worried about?”

“No, I’m ready. It's just a bit overwhelming. This is all so alien to me… it’s a lot for my nervous system to handle.” Y/N couldn’t not frown a bit at how adorable he was as she listened. “I- I'm also a little in over my head, thinking I probably won’t be as good as the boys you've kissed before.”

“You don't have to worry about that, really. Trying stuff until you figure out what makes the other person melt is the most fun part.” She assured, before giving his hand another kiss. “We’ll learn that from one another, okay?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Upon his approval, Y/N pulled herself closer and higher, until her face was barely above his. They both smiled as she rubbed her nose against his... once, twice, and then it happened. She dropped her head just enough for their lips to touch.

Her tenderness and Harry's stomach-bursting butterflies were in stark contrast, making for a bizarre, yet fascinating combination of sensations.

They weren't quite in time with one another's lips but their kiss was free flowing. And it felt flawless, akin to a Vivaldi concerto or a Michelangelo masterpiece. There was something alarming about it too, however. Suddenly, Harry could feel the relatively insignificant seed of love that Y/N had planted in his heart blossom into a giant sequoia tree. And he couldn't, for the life of him, fathom the possibility of having shared a moment as nice with anyone else.

He was truly loving whatever love spell she was casting on his body with her kissing, which is why he couldn't help but let out a low whimper when he felt their lips unglue from her pulling away. “Why did you- why did you stop?”

“Your glasses are getting in the way.” She explained as she carefully started pulling them off his face. “Here, much better.” As soon as she was done placing his glasses over the nightstand, she raised her leg and straddled him. Well, sort of. It was more of an embrace; except she was laying on top of him. “This is okay, right? Not too much pressure?”

“Mh-mm. Better. Thank you.” Harry's face was flushed, and he couldn't stop smiling as he stared at her. She was so pretty, and her body over his felt so cozy. It was still hard to believe he had kissed her, but the tingle on his lips confirmed it was real, despite how uncanny it all felt. “I like this a lot, being this close to you.”

“Me too.” She ran her fingertips across his blushing skin. “You're so cute like this. I should’ve kissed you way sooner. You seem to like it too, don't you?”

“Mh-mm. I really do.” Harry desperately wanted more kisses from her, but he was still a little too unsure of himself to initiate. Besides, he’d really liked when she took initiative earlier and led the way so that’s what he wanted to happen again. “I’d like to do it some more, if that’s okay...”

Y/N smiled at his request, but wasted no time before she leaned in to taste his lips again.

It was mostly just smooches that they were trading, but that didn’t keep her from taking a nibble here and there. Harry was very responsive to her nibbles, which she appreciated. She’d never been with a boy who got whimpery and breathy just from making out before, but she found it to be incredibly encouraging and arousing.

What made it extra hot was knowing he wasn't doing it on purpose because he knew girls liked stuff like that. It was just how his body was reacting to her. She was also well aware that her kisses had gotten him bricked up instantaneously. His warm stiffness was palpable between her thighs, despite being covered by his pajama bottoms.

If it had been any of the boys she’d kissed before, the erection would have freaked her out a bit, but as it was Harry she thought it was cute that he was so excited. He wasn't the only one feeling this way though. The damp panties she had on served as a casual reminder that she was getting quite excited as well.

Despite her wants, Y/N had been doing a great job of controlling herself… only that task became much more challenging when Harry started getting more comfortable, more intuitive, and by default, touchier. At some point in the course of their kissing, he’d started sliding his hands up her back and, on occasion, giving her hips a squeeze. He'd noticed she was pleased by this, so he worked up the nerve to lower his hands to her bum and squeeze her there too.

“Not feeling so shy anymore, are you?” Y/N playfully teased, to which Harry responded by smiling and hiding his face by pulling her in for a hug. It hadn't been her intention to rub up on him, but he’d drew her in so close that their bellies were flush together, so when she shifted next he felt it on his crotch… and moaned, all deep and throaty. They stared at each other, until Y/N turned her mouth to Harry's ear and asked, “Do you want this? want me to do it again?”

His nodding was quick. “Just don't go too fast, ‘cause uh... might feel too good.”

“Okay, got it.” She said, then held onto the pillow under Harry’s head, nails digging into fabric as she began to move slowly on top of him. Rolling her hips to press down on the bulge in his pants. The pressure on her clit was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it was a relief to finally have a way to sooth some of the built-up tension, but on the other, it made her yearn for more friction.

She could feel his heavy, strained breathing against her skin. “Mm, it's too much, feels… too good. Ah-” He moaned again, once her fingers gripped at the roots of his hair.

“Shh, quiet.” Y/N covered his mouth and smiled. “I love your moans, but we have to keep it quiet.” She said, before removing her hand from his mouth and putting her lips in its place.

“I know, sorry.” Harry replied once she broke their kiss. “If I get loud again, you can repeat that hand thing if you want… it was hot.”

“Hmm, was it?” She returned her hand to his lips, but this time she allowed two fingers to go inside and prod into his mouth, that he was keeping slightly ajar for her. “That’s good, Harry. You're a natural at this, I think.” She had been straddling him with her body leaning over his, but she sat upright for a moment to appreciate how adorable he looked with her fingers in his mouth from farther away. As soon as he saw her eyes fixed on him, his lips encircled her fingers, and his tongue began to softly wriggle between them. “Mh-m... that's it. Just like that.”

As she started moving her hips again, Harry's hands shot to her waist, to hold her as she rutted against him. This gave her more balance, so she ramped up the pace, rubbing harder and faster to create the desired friction for her. The change caught up with Harry quickly, who began groan restlessly into her fingers in response. She pulled them off to let him speak. “S-slow... please go slower. If you don't, I'll-”

“Make a mess. I know. Give me your hands.” As per Y/N’s request, Harry slid his hands away from her waist and held them up between their bodies. Y/N took them, entwined their fingers together and then without warning, allowed her weight to fall forward, successfully pinning him to the bed. “I know you want to, but you're ashamed about doing it in your underwear. So, I was thinking… if I keep you like this and force it out of you, maybe you won't feel so bad about wanting it anymore. What do you say?”

“I just don't want to get you dirty, that's all. I thought I could keep it under control a little better, but I can't. It feels so much better than my hand.” Harry acknowledged, smiling shyly. “That sounds hot, though… the idea of you forcing it.”

“I know but don't worry about getting me dirty. I brought extra pjs.” She gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hands. “So…you want to do it, then? Since you think it’s hot…”

A delaying groan rumbled in his throat before his lips parted into a broad smile, the kind of smile you make when you’re on the verge of breaking into laugher. “I’m going be so embarrassed about this tomorrow, but yeah. I want to.”

Y/N shook her head at him, grinning. “Don't. I've always wanted to do this. It's a bit of a fantasy of mine, I guess.” She didn’t give him a chance to react to her confession, as she started rutting against his cock again. This time she wasn’t being gentle or avoiding any harsh friction. Her movements were quicker and jerkier than they had been before, and she tightened her hold on his hands as well. She had a hunch Harry liked the feeling of being held down and used, so that's what she was doing.

He was shivering beneath her, taking fast breaths through his mouth as he looked her in the eyes. The poor baby couldn’t stay quiet for the life of him, either. His whimpers and groans were unrelenting, so she was bound to muffle him once more.

His now-free hand joined hers over his mouth, but it didn’t linger there for long since he took hold of her wrist and started guiding it downward. “My neck,” He pleaded lowly, his voice trembling. “…want your hand on my neck.”

She gave him a devilish smirk before grabbing his throat. She only needed to hold him still; there was no need to squeeze or do anything else. “And I want your cum,” she told him, hoping that slipping in a few dirty words in combination with her movements would make him snap. “…want to get all wet from it.”

Harry’s legs jerked beneath her. “Close,” He warned, a little startled. “So, so close…” The fact that she could not only hear him but also feel his words on his throat as he spoke was incredibly arousing. “Please…” He pled sweetly, what triggered a sudden desire in Y/N's chest to be closer. She released her hold on his throat and hugged him tight as she drove her hips into his, rutting violently to make him orgasm.

It worked.

Between her thighs, Y/N could feel his warm juices seeping through the material of their pajamas. So she kept rutting, wanting to make sure she had extracted every last drop of them.

Harry returned her tight hug all the way through his climax, and he didn’t let go after either. They remained in that position for a while, holding each other close regardless of the slightly unpleasant wetness that was binding them together. “We should probably change right?” Y/N asked after a beat, despite her lack of want to wrest away from him.

“M-hm. I’m all gross and sticky.” Harry laughed. “I’m gonna need another shower in the morning, but for now, I think I'll just wipe it off and put on new boxers. I mean if you don't mind that I don't wear pants to bed…”

“No, I don't mind. I'm gonna take mine off too.”

“Oh. That's a great idea. Sounds perfect to me.” Harry playfully quipped, before he got out of bed and started opening drawers. “Also, um… I don't know how to ask without being weird, but could you close your eyes for a moment? so I can take care of myself real quick?” Y/N said yes and turned away to give him privacy while he cleaned himself and changed. She was a tiny bit surprised that he hadn't wanted to use the restroom for that, but she figured that since it was closer to his grandparents' bedroom at the end of the corridor, he probably didn't want to risk going and waking them up. “Okay… you can look now.”

When Y/N looked at him next, the first thing she noticed was that he had on a pair of tight, black boxers. The next thing she noticed was that Harry was looking at her legs, since, as he’d probably seen when he turned, she had also stripped off her pants in the interim, leaving just her grey panties on. “What?” He smiled in response to her curious gaze.

She wouldn’t bring it up, but she could see he had grown a little hard in his boxers just from seeing her sprawled in bed with no pants on. “Nothing, you’re cute.”

Harry snorted at that. “Thanks, but you're much cuter.” He wandered across the room to where the supermarket bags were. “Are you thirsty? Do you want water or a snack? ”

“Hmm, just water if that’s okay.”

Harry handed her the water bottle and sat down on the bed next to her while she drank from it. “You didn’t cum…” he pointed out after a moment of pause.

“Oh um… yeah. I didn’t. It’s okay though.” Y/N laughed, shrugged, and took another sip of her water.

“Hmm.” Harry hummed, before scooting a little closer to her. “It must be a bit of an unpleasant feeling, no? and hard to sleep like that.”

“It is a little until it goes away but nothing that I can't handle.”

“Hm.” He hummed again, before Y/N cocked her head to kiss his lips. She’d only meant to give him a peck, but Harry changed her plans when he leaned in to kiss her deeper. He seemed really eager to continue kissing and well, she wasn't about to say no to him. Especially when he went so far as to nibble on her lip, which he hadn’t done before. He was also getting handsy with her, and she loved it. He was touching her more and focusing on the spots he'd learned she liked.

“That,” She blurted, as she paused to catch her breath. “That feels really nice.”

“M-hm.” He murmured against her lips as he kissed her again. His hand continued to grab at her as they kissed, to the point where Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. She hadn’t meant to but ended up moving her knees apart out of desperation. Being so blatant almost made her feel ashamed, but she didn't because she felt Harry's palm wrap over her crotch. In response to his touch, she moaned into his mouth, and he moaned back, surprised at how her moisture had soaked through her panties. “Teach me.” He asked, softly. “I want to learn. I- um, want to make you go to sleep happy.”

“That’s so nice, Harry, really. I, um-” She smiled while wiping the tears forming in her eyes. “I’m already happy.” She didn’t know what was making her so overwhelmed with joy all of sudden. She’d always known Harry was boyfriend material, but it was still nice to see how much he gave thought to her needs and happiness. And she was happy. So, so happy to finally have him like this, all to herself. “Do you want me to show you how to touch?”

“Yes please. To make you feel good.”

“Okay.” She placed her hand on top of his. “Here,” she explained once she’d guided his fingers to the spot of her panties right above her clit. “Circular motions with your fingers feel really nice, so does pressure. You don't have to focus on just that spot though… the nicest feeling is when you rub there but also all over.” She glanced at him, then bit her lip and asked, “Wanna try?”

“Yeah, alright.” Harry responded, adjusting his position slightly so that Y/N could get more comfortable. They decided to have her sit between his legs, facing away from him since that would make it easier for her to lead him. Once they’d both settled, Harry began to touch her in the way she had showed him, moving his hand broadly enough to reach a little bit everywhere in between her legs. “Am I doing it right?”

“Mm-hmm, you're doing really good.” Y/N was still holding his hand while he touched her, and she was fascinated by the size difference between their hands. “Your hands are really big, which... makes it feel extra good.”

“Really? That’s nice. I'm definitely grateful for that.” He said while looking down as well. “Should I put more pressure, or is it okay as it is?”

“It’s fine but I wouldn’t mind a little more...” She could tell he was afraid of hurting her, and that’s why he was being so careful and gentle in his touching. She wasn’t planning on rushing him or constantly give him directions though, so instead she simply relaxed against his chest and let him probe at his own pace. Because, after all, even though he was playing safe, she was still thoroughly enjoying herself.

It took Harry a few minutes to figure out how much pressure and speed he should be using, but eventually he pressed and swirled his fingers around her sensitive nub in a way that felt just right. When Y/N’s breath faltered he glanced at her worriedly, what made her chuckle. “No, don't worry. You didn't hurt me. Keep going like that.”

Harry smiled at that. He’d had a feeling he was starting to get the hang of it due to the way Y/N’s breathing had become more erratic and she'd begun to quiver against him on occasion but hearing it from her mouth that he was doing a good job was much, much better. He was really looking forward to making her cum. She looked so good like this, flushed and a little out of breath. She'd been staring at his face a lot from over her shoulder in the last couple of minutes, biting her lip and letting out little gasps of pleasure to let him know he was making her feel good.

“Like that. Don’t stop.” Those quiet, whispered words snapped him out of his reverie. He knew what they meant, even before she told him, “I’m really, really close.”

He'd learnt from a meme he saw once that when girls said that, boys weren't meant to speed up or change what they were doing in the slightest. So he merely focused on adding a bit more pressure, since that was something he knew she liked, and trying to keep his hand's tempo.

Despite how hot he found it, Harry wasn't very comfortable with dirty talk, but seeing her like this and recalling the perfect, filthy words she'd said to him just before making him cum, he felt compelled to give it a shot. “I can feel how wet your panties are, it’s so hot.” He whispered into her hair. “I can smell it too and it makes me want to eat you so bad. I've never done it before, but I can't stop thinking about doing it to you.” Rather than trying to sound hot, he was simply stating facts about how she was making him feel, and somehow it was working. “I wanna make you cum like this first though. From rubbing it this way, like you taught me to.”

Harry's words, paired with the precise movements of his fingertips around her pussy got Y/N right at the edge. She trembled, clutched his wrist, and strained to keep her legs open.

“Please, please, please...” She started begging out loud right before the warm pleasure bubble on her belly popped, so Harry did the same thing she’d done to him and muffled her by putting his free hand over her mouth.

He hadn't anticipated being able to feel when a girl orgasmed, but he was. He could feel the strong pulse under his fingers as soon as Y/N started to cum, and it was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. He could also feel the damp spot on her panties becoming even wetter as he rubbed her through it and God, the smell… it was making his mouth water.

If she didn’t look so exhausted, Harry would have begged her to let him take off her panties and lick her clean, but those puffy, glossy eyes didn't permit his mind to stray any further. If there was one thing Harry understood about Y/N, it was how she looked just before falling asleep, and that was exactly how she was getting.

So he helped her into bed and laid down beside her, but his heart wouldn't let him fall asleep before he asked, “You’re staying for the entire weekend, right?” and his ears picked up a faint “M-hm” in return.

This was going to be the best weekend ever.