One Direction Book

Harry Styles x Reader - Your First Time

(After care and fluffy end included!)

Tonight was the night.

Harry had sat me down a couple days ago to plan this, talking about what we could do for our first time together. We discussed how many rounds, things to try, stuff like that. I thought it'd be a tense yet awkward conversation, but for some reason, it wasn't.

I sat on our shared bed, nervousness racking through my body as I waited patiently. My heart raced as I thought about what things we were about to do, but the mystery of which order was somehow arousing to me.

The door opened, making me look up, my eyes landing on Harry who had a paper bag in his hands as he kicked the door shut with his foot. My boyfriend gave me a gentle smile, calming my nerves. "Are you sure that you're ready?" Harry asked softly, sitting down next to me after he sat the bag on the bedside table on his side of the bed. "It's okay if you're not, I mean, I won't force you to do anything." He took my hands in his, looking into my eyes with a sincere look in his emerald green eyes.

My heart melted at his kindness, "I'm ready... I'm just nervous is all." I whispered. "Me too, love. It's okay to be nervous, but if you ever get the feeling that you don't want this anymore or you want me to stop and give you a break, just say the word and I'll do it, okay?" Harry said, gently connecting our foreheads together. "Okay." I whispered before connecting our lips in a slow yet passionate kiss. Harry instantly responded, one of his hands leaving ours so he could cup my face.

His lips were soft, plump, warm, and slightly moist from the chapstick he wore that was watermelon flavor, which he knew was my favorite flavor. The sweet taste of the chapstick was intoxicating, almost like a drug as I slowly gave in to the addiction, my hands moving to his fluffy, curly hair, pulling him closer as my tongue slid across his lips for a better taste before slipping into his mouth to reunite my tongue with his. Harry pulled me into his lap, holding me close as his hands gripped onto my waist. His tongue swiped around my mouth, tasting me before entangling itself with mine, not in a dominant way, but in a passionate, loving way, almost like our tongues were sharing a sensual, whimsical, playful dance with one another.

Harry's hands moved from my waist to the swell of my hips before sliding his hands up my shirt gently, his cold finger sending shivers down my spine. I scooched forward in his lap, sitting right above his covered crotch that seemed to slowly form a tent as soon as I grazed the area. Harry let out a soft groan into my mouth as he tugged me forward in his lap, causing us both to gasp at the sudden strike of friction that shook through our bodies. I felt my panties dampen, making me want more. The moist, hot feeling was so uncomfortable but so arousing at the same time. My hips started to move by themselves like they had a mind of their own, slowly grinding down onto Harry's now very obvious bulge in his sweatpants. Harry let out a whine, bucking his hips up at the touch causing his clothed cock to press right against my core, pulling a moan from my throat in response.

Suddenly, Harry rolled us over so he was hovering over me. He broke the kiss, sitting up to pull his t-shirt off, revealing his freshly done tattoos, the butterfly on his abs and the two birds that were on his collarbones. He had recently got them done, maybe two or three days before, so they were still in the healing process and were slightly red around the edges. Once he removed the thin piece of clothing, he tossed it off the bed and onto the floor. "Can I take your sweater off?" Harry asked softly, making me blush at the way he said it so out of breath. I nodded my head and he grabbed the zipper of my hooded sweater and unzipped it, revealing my black lace bra. Harry smirked at the sight of it as he slid the sweater off my shoulders and tossed it with his discarded shirt. I slowly sat up, looking up at him before sliding my hands up his body, from his v-line to his collarbones before spreading my hands out so they'd touch the birds on his chest.