Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

t w e n t y

"Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature."

"So I was thinking," he mumbled into my neck as his hands went to play with the waist of my skirt. My hands were laced in his curls that bounced back instantaneously. I was so lost in his touch, the euphoria beginning to take over my senses.

By the end of the week we had found each other ravaging one another for any contact. Not only had Harry suddenly become more touchy-feely, but I often found myself craving his touch. This only made me worry more about my growing- dare I say- feelings for him.

Regardless, I had managed to let out a light "Hmm?" His soft, plump lips smiled against my neck as he started to descend downwards. His hands finally pulling down the black skirt, leaving me in my lavender panties. His tantalizing touch traveling down my thighs as he took off the clothing.

I've gotta give it to this kid, he might be inexperienced as fuck but he knew how to be a proper tease. Not out of soul experience that is. I mean, c'mon, it's Saint Harold we're talking about. His apprehension towards the word "blowjob" just a couple of weeks ago left my ego on a pedestal.

So no, this boy was not purposely being a tease, but fuck did I want to hit him for doing so anyways.

I felt his fingers trace their way back up my smooth legs, my body fighting not to squirm at the light touch. His long fingers lingering along the insides of my thighs, his piercing eyes locked with mine as he was so overcome with power and lust.

Power and lust that I was willing to give to him anytime.

"I haven't been down here yet have I?" he asked with a sly smirk on his face that turned me on even more so than I was. I answered him by shaking my head as I was at a loss for words.

And I was never at a loss for words.

Fuck, what is this kid doing to me?

"For once, the cocky, confident Stella Masters has nothing to say." He continued, his warm breath fanning across my stomach. His fingers fiddling along with the band of my underwear. "Shocking." Is all he said before running a finger along my clothed opening. My arousal was soaking the underwear as he rubbed back and forth so slowly.

I couldn't take this.

"Fuck Harry, please," I moaned not being able to control my hips and I tried to increase the friction between his hand and my core. I heard him let out a soft chuckle before he pulled the waist of my underwear down my legs and threw them in the corner of my room. His body towered over mine as we were face to face. His long curls flopping over, shadowing his beauty.

I bit my lip at the site. I would give anything to brag to the world that I am the first to give Harry Styles his sexual awakening. This is the equivalent of a Harvard acceptance letter for me.

The pad of his thumb pulled my bottom lip from my teeth as he placed his lips on mine. The kiss was short as he pulled away, tugging my lip between his teeth. A moan escaped again as he started to descend towards my now bare core.

"Now, like I said, I was thinking," he continues from earlier, his breath now hitting the wetness between my thighs. This sending chills down my spine. "Proms pretty soon."

Fuck, of all times to bring up prom, he does it now?

"Harry can we not talk about this now?" I asked -more like begged- as I just wish he'd put his lips to something much more useful.

Unexpectedly, I felt his plump lips place a kiss to my clit. His tongue beginning to dance along. My hands went to his hair instantly at the sensation. I have never been so pent up with sexual tension all at once, and fuck was this going to be so relieving.