Harry Styles X Reader

Two Lovers

"Truth" I sighed, leaning forward and reaching for another beer on the table. "No, you've had enough." Niall picked the last two bottles up from the table and brought them into the kitchen. "I've had one!" I argued. "I'm so sober I might as well have had fruit punch." "Yeah, well, I don't feel like running out and having to go buy more tomorrow." He shrugged his shoulders as he walked back into the room, taking his seat on the couch opposite Harry and I. "Are you going to ask me a question or what Styles? This game is getting boring!" I turned to the quiet boy, who was glaring at me with that cheeky smile of his. "Last time a guy pleasured you?" He nodded, seemingly satisfied with his question. "Oh." I froze, having hoped the game wouldn't turn in this direction. I could feel their eyes burning into my skin, and my cheeks failed me as I felt them beginning to turn a deep shade of red. "Never?" I answered casually, though I couldn't help feeling awkward. "Never?" Harry repeated, clearly doubting me. "What about that guy.... That guy from your economics class or whatever that you made out with?" "Yeah, we made out. But that's all." I swallowed hard; embarrassed that they thought I'd been with a guy when I'd never even seen a dick up close before. "It's no big deal. I mean, lots of people haven't had sex or done much." I looked down and began playing with the hem of my dress, avoiding their stares. "But don't you wonder what it's like?" Niall finally spoke up. "I'm not a robot." I rolled my eyes. "Of course I do." "So why haven't you?" Harry pressed on, refusing to drop the topic. My heart fell; I couldn't help but feel more and more pathetic as their questions went on. They had girls falling at their feet and sex was basically a hobby for them. I felt like I was some sort of loser who was hanging out with the most popular boys in school, not belonging at all. "I just haven't." I snapped back. "Sorry that you guys think I'm suddenly some kind of pathetic drab." I got up from the couch and made my way down the hall to Niall's guestroom, slamming the door shut behind me and crawling under the sheets. Minutes later there was a knock at the door, which I tried my best to ignore. "(Y/N)?" Niall spoke softly. "Can we come in?" "No." I answered back, whipping the tears from my eyes. But it was no surprise when the door opened anyway, and I heard two pairs of feet squeaking along the floor as they made their way to the bed. "We're sorry." Harry offered as he crawled into the bed next to me, trying to pull the sheets from over my head. "We were just shocked that you hadn't been with a guy before." "Sorry to disappoint you." I mumbled, finally letting go of the sheets and allowing Harry to pull them away from my face. "You don't get it." Niall shook his head, crawling up next to me on the other side. "We're shocked because you're one of the most beautiful girls we know." "You're my best friends, you have to say that." I sighed, sitting up against the headboard. "It's like, your duty or something." They both laughed, probably because they knew I was right. "How about we make a deal?" Niall suddenly broke the silence. "What kind of deal?" "Well, you know how you always say 'actions speak louder than words?'" "Sure." I shrugged my shoulders, thinking of the common lesson I'd been taught as a child. "Well... Why don't you let us show you how beautiful you are, yeah?" "How?" I looked up at Niall, frowning as I thought over what he was saying. He smiled at me before looking to Harry, who smirked back at him. There was no way they could ever prove something so completely ridiculous. I almost had no time to react before Harry placed his hand on my cheek and turned my head towards him, pressing his lips to mine. They were warm and soft, just like they looked. I suddenly felt like my heart was in my throat, and I instinctively began to pull away, but he quickly put his hand around my neck and held me in place. "Just relax, will you?" Niall began rubbing my shoulders from behind, and I couldn't help but give in to his words as Harry slid his tongue over mine. I reached up and ran my fingers through his curls, liking the way they felt around my fingers. Niall's hands traveled down to my hips, massaging my back along the way. But suddenly Harry pulled away as he looked at me with a serious expression, and Niall's hands froze in place. "We don't want to do anything you don't want us to." He spoke fast before pausing, looking to Niall who sat behind me. "But we think every other guy is an idiot for not noticing you, and we think that as your best friends it's our duty to show you what you're missing." Niall concluded Harry's thoughts. I turned my body so that I sat back against the headboard once more, finally realizing what they were saying. If there was anyone in the whole world I could trust, it was them, no doubt. Would it be weird? Maybe. But they seemed sure about it, and I really did want to know what it felt like to be with a guy. "Yeah... Okay." I finally spoke up, nodding my head slowly. "But I don't know how to do anything." Both boys laughed, shaking their heads before taking their shirts and jeans off, throwing them to the floor. They sat in their boxers, looking at me as though I were the sweetest slice of cake in the world and they just couldn't wait to try it. "Don't worry, we'll show you everything." Harry said, his dimple denting into his cheek as he spoke. "For starters, you need less clothes." Niall nodded towards the dress I was wearing. "Oh." I blushed, realizing that they'd never seen me naked. "Yeah." I sat up and pulled the thin material over my head, throwing it towards the pile of clothing they'd created on the floor. I looked up at them as I sat in my bra and underwear, crossing my arms over my chest. "Now what?" "Come here." Harry moved me so that I was facing Niall and he was behind me. He gently pushed my hair to the side, his fingers running along my back as his movements were achingly slow. I looked to Niall, who simply smiled back at me, not venturing his gaze anywhere away from my eyes. I took a deep breath as Harry fiddled with the clasp of my bra, finally undoing it and moving the straps down my arms until I was able to slide them out and he threw it to the floor. I felt cold and bare, to say the least. I tried to keep my hands at my side to not look uncomfortable, but it wasn't easy. I took a shaky breath, closing my eyes in embarrassment as my nipples hardened from the cool air. "Fuck" Niall whispered, and I opened my eyes to see him glancing up and down my body before stopping at my breasts. "Do you mind?" He looked behind me towards Harry, who must have given him some sort of 'ok' because seconds later he was leaning his head down, flicking his tongue against my swollen nipple. "Oh!" I exclaimed, my heart skipping a few beats as he wrapped it around his lips and began alternating between flicking and sucking it. Harry ran his hands up and down my arms, warming them up as he leaned his chin on my shoulder. "You like that?" He whispered, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. I nodded my head, not able to speak as I tried to get used to the strange feeling. "Niall can't see you. He doesn't know if you like it or not." He brought his lips to my neck, planting kisses along the fragile skin. "I asked if you like it." "Yeah" I mumbled, my voice a pitch higher than usual. "Then I think you should thank him for starting the night off." He whispered between kisses on my neck before finally both boys pulled away. Niall looked up at me, smirking over Harry's words. He leaned up against the headboard, and I quickly spotted the growing bulge in his boxers. "You did that to him." Harry whispered into my ear. "Just from taking your clothes off. And you still don't think you're beautiful? Huh." The bed shifted behind me and suddenly Harry was standing next to it. "I'll be right back. Don't stop on my behalf." He winked before walking out of the room. I turned back to Niall, who watched Harry leave the room before bringing his attention back to me. "Don't be nervous." He smiled, and I couldn't help but feel comforted by him. I always did. "Come here." He motioned forward, and I slowly took a seat next to him. He took my hand in his and pressed it to the fabric of his boxers, right over his length. I gulped hard, slowly feeling him as I ran my hand up and down. "Just like that." He sighed, throwing his head back as I gently squeezed him through the fabric. I watched him carefully as I brought my hand under the waistband, gripping him in my hand. "Don't squeeze too hard!" He winced slightly. I quickly took my hand away, blushing uncontrollably. "Sorry." "It's okay." He shook his head, chuckling lightly. "You're doing great." He said as he lifted himself up and quickly removed his boxers, throwing them to the floor. I watched as his dick slapped up against his stomach, dripping with what I presumed was pre-cum. "Wanna try giving a blowjob?" "What if I bite you?" I hesitated, thinking about the fact that I couldn't even give a hand-job properly. "You won't." He said almost certainly. "Just go slow." "'Kay." I squeaked out as I leaned forward, grabbing his dick gently in one hand and flicking the top with my tongue. "Like that?" I asked, looking up at him. "Yeah." He swallowed hard, running his fingers through my hair. "Try wrapping your lips around the top and gently lowering your head around it." I nodded before doing as told, focusing on not touching him with my teeth. I brought him a few inches into my mouth before bringing my head back up and repeating the movement once more. I could hear him breathing heavily above me, and realized that he was right, I could do this. I concentrated hard as I tried to fit him as deep into my mouth as I could, though I quickly realized that it was not the best idea. I shocked myself as I started gagging, which instinctively made me bite down lightly; grazing my teeth along his length as I quickly removed him from my mouth. "Shit!" He swore, biting his bottom lip between his teeth and holding his length in his hand. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, backing away from him. "I'm so sorry!" I brought my hands to my mouth, covering it as I watched him wince in pain. "This was a bad idea I really shouldn't be doing this! I have no idea what I'm doing other than hurting you; I'm so sorry Niall I-" "I'm fine." He smiled weakly at me, reaching forward and pulling me next to him once more. " I just didn't expect it, that's all." "Did it hurt?" I looked down, noticing that his dick was still hard. "A bit, but everything before felt really fucking good." He leaned down to kiss me just as Harry walked back into the room. "Wow! Boxers off and everything, what'd I miss?" He smiled as he threw something on the bed before cheerfully removed his own and crawling up to join us. "I think she's trying to murder my dick." Niall winked at me before looking back at Harry. "That bad?" He pretended to gasp, hiding his now boxer-free length behind his hands. "Yes." I sighed, knowing they were joking but knowing that it was also sort of true. I was horrible. "No." Niall shoved me gently, rolling his eyes. "She's just really nervous." He paused, looking towards Harry as he watched the boy grab whatever he'd thrown on the bed. "Is that something that'll calm her down?" "Only the best for the best." Harry answered as he looked towards me before gently pushing me on the bed so that I was lying flat on my back with my head propped up on a pillow. "Here" he threw the concealed object to Niall, who hid it between the sheets. "What is it?" I asked, trying to reach forward to see. "Not so fast, babe." Harry said as he motioned for Niall to get behind me. Niall quickly pushed my body up and pulled me closer to him so that my back was curved against his chest. "Legs up." Harry bent my legs, my knees sitting straight up. In a matter of seconds he ducked his head between my thighs, running his tongue up my slit over the material of my underwear. "Oh my god!" I gasped, instantly bringing my hands to his hair and gripping tightly. I didn't expect him to just pounce on me like that, and even though there was material separating us, my body jolted up in reaction to the feeling of him between my legs. Niall laughed behind me, clearly amused by my reaction. "You haven't even felt anything yet." "Not even half of it." Harry continued Niall's thoughts as he gently pulled down my underwear, throwing it to the floor once it was completely off. I bit my lip between my teeth and closed my eyes as both boys averted their attention to a part of me no one had ever seen. I tried not to think about it as the seconds grew thick, waiting for their next move and growing more and more anxious with every unspoken word. "Is it gross?" I blurted out, opening my eyes to find Harry staring me up and down, his dick in his hand. His mouth was open slightly, and he was about to speak before Niall cut him off. "No sweetie, Harry's just appreciating you." He whispered into my ear as he nodded towards the boy who began moving his hand up and down, eyes never trailing from my body. "He's thinking of all the things he wants to do to you-" He paused, slowly reaching his hand around me and spreading my legs further apart before sliding his finger up my slit. "Of all the things he will do to you." I grabbed his wrist, though not enough to stop his movements. Everything felt so slow and good; I just needed something to hold on to. Something to remind me that this was really happening. He gently slid his finger past my slit, making sure to be careful, as it was the first thing to ever go that far. It felt strange, but a good kind of strange. I wondered what it would be like to have a dick inside me instead. Harry continued to jack himself off in front of me, watching intently as Niall withdrew his finger and brought it up to his lips. "Tastes sweet." He announced before reaching forward and offering his finger to Harry. My mouth hung open as the curly-haired boy leaned forward and sucked Niall's finger, moaning against it as he tasted me. I felt myself getting wet at the sight, somehow turned on by the idea of Harry's lips wrapped around Niall's finger. Harry slowly pulled away, letting Niall's finger fall from his mouth with a quiet popping sound. He looked down at me, a giant smirk spread across his face. "You're dripping." He let go of his dick and brought his thumb up against my slit, running it along my juices. "Did that turn you on?" "I think it did." Niall cut me off before I could answer, his hot breath against my neck. "You should clean her up with those lips." "Is that what you want, (Y/N)?" I nodded my head, barely able to breathe as their words swarm around me. Harry slowly lowered his head between my thighs, running his tongue along my slit until I was no longer dripping. He flicked his tongue against my clit, moving it in as many different patterns as he could before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. "Shit." I breathed out, my legs beginning to shake from the pleasure. "That feels so good." He suddenly moved his lips away and began licking up against my slit once more, occasionally sliding his tongue past my folds. "Wait till you feel this." Niall breathed into my ear before he reached under the covers and pulled out something that created a loud buzzing sound. My eyes darted away from Harry and towards the object, which I quickly realized was a vibrating dildo. "I am not loosing my virginity to that thing!" I pushed Niall's hand away, which only made Harry laugh, which sent waves of vibration through my core. I moaned out, not expecting the intense feeling. "I won't put it in you don't worry." Niall sighed before pressing it to my clit. My hips automatically jerked up, which Harry seemed to have expected as he moved his head up with them before pressing them back against the bed. "Niall!" I screamed as he held it in place. My body fought against Harrys strong arms, trying to jerk up but he held it firmly down. "It's too much!" "No, just trust me." Niall cooed in my ear as he turned it up even higher, fighting against what I was saying. "Relax, okay?" Harry continued to flick his tongue past my slit as he held me down, clearly siding with Niall. "Niall please, I can't!" I gasped; squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure was all too much; I felt like my body was about to break. I tried to push his hand away but he was stronger, and far too concentrated on keeping it against my clit. "Let it build up, stop fighting it." Niall's voice was louder, desperate. My whole body began to shake under him, and I knew I was about to have the most intense orgasm of my life. "Let the pressure fill you up, hold it in as long as you can." He paused. "Any second Harry." "What do you mea-?" I was about to speak when Harry suddenly pulled away, and within seconds Niall switched the dial even higher, placing it at its highest possible intensity. I screamed out, grabbing onto Niall's arms as I felt the pressure release itself, my body trembling and my back arching as waves of pleasure ripped through me. "Just like that." He slowed the speed down until it was off, though my body was still shaking. I slowly opened my eyes; and the first thing I noticed was Harry's wet chest. "Wha-?" I tried to speak, but my body was so weak and I was in far too much shock. "You squirted." Niall reached next to him and threw a towel to Harry, who began whipping himself up. "And it was fucking hot." "You didn't even have a front row view." Harry chuckled, looking straight into my eyes even as he spoke to Niall. "I think it's time we fuck her properly." He ran his hand up and down his length. "Who would you like to lose your virginity to babe? Me, or Harry?" A hot voice whispered into my ear as he cupped my breast in his hand, pinching my swollen nipple between his fingers. "Tell me which one of us you want to feel first?"