Harry Styles X Reader

I Think I Love U

"That's the third time Harry," Y/N pants breathlessly, planting her feet firmer on the ground so she could lift her hips, rolling him off of her and to the empty space besides them. Hands fiddling to pull up the top of the shirt that had ridden downward while they wrestled, and Harry had an uncomfortable situation pressing hard against his zipper. "Since when have tits turned you on?" "They haven't, I just...." he trails off, head lulling a bit against the cushion pressed up to his neck, traces of confusion swimming in his eyes, "Lately I've been feeling conflicted." Voice somber, he presses the heels of his palms to his face, letting them slide down the soft porcelain like cheeks he managed to keep. Y/N shifts around so that her head lies on his thigh, hands resting atop of one another on her stomach and pupils fighting past her eyelids to see Harry even just a tad, "Don't like the new guy you're seeing? He's pretty fit Harry, if he weren't gay I'd take a whack at him myself." Patting an untrained beat against her stomach, Y/N hears Harry let out a soft sigh, clearly frustrated. "He's lovely, and really, really sweet but....." Grunting loudly, his fingers reach down to comb through the loose strands of Y/N's hair splayed upon his thigh, "Sex just...isn't fun anymore. It hasn't been since Jeff." An audible gasp left Y/N's lips, nearly springing up in shock because as far as she knew, Harry's sex life was splendid. "But Jeff was like five flings ago Harry!" Another sigh from his lips and he nods pensively, "What happened? I mean, I always thought you liked dick more than me, damn near talk about it 24/7." He scratches lightly at her scalp, flicking her because he did not talk about dick "all" the time. Maybe recently, but not always. (Recently he talked about it a lot, with the battle of his conflicting views about penises he tried so hard to convince himself his mind hadn't changed). "It just stopped being appealing." he utters, "I always hurt after, and being sore is getting really tiring. Wanna sit down for once without my arse killing me. Then half of the guys I'm with don't care if I get off at all!" He pauses for a moment like he's deciding whether to bring up the next part or maybe save that for another day. "I kinda want to try a girl. Just once, maybe twice, to see if it's better. Girls just seem so soft, less rough, and I like that." "Because you're a princess, Harry." Y/N shrugs, lifting up from his thigh and ignoring the sharp scowl he gives her, "Then try a girl. Can't be that hard, they've been throwing themselves at you even after you came out." Now she leans forward, grabbing the Capri-sun from the table before nestling back against Harry's side. "I don't want just anyone." he scoffs, "What do you take me for?" Y/N drinks loudly. "It'd be the first time I'd have sex with a girl. I would want someone patient, y'know? That guides me through it, knows not to get upset with me, understands that this would literally be the first time seeing a vagina in the flesh...." Once again he trails, looking off toward the side before an idea blinkered in his mind like sporadic, bright lights. Ignoring Y/N's comment of "they're nothing special", and snatching her hand into his own. "Be my first." he says firmly, eyes catching hold of Y/N's widening ones with her mouth falling agape. "Harry, I -" "Please," he begs, "You know me, and I've seen you at least partially naked before and you've seen me. You're patient - for the most part - and you'd understand if I'm not very good." His hands hold tightly against her smaller, daintier one, liking that his were a majority bigger this time rather than just a few inches off like with the guys he'd been with. "Plus Niall said your mouth was superb when it comes to head." He adds for good measure, a smirk twinkling in his eyes. "I swear one day I will ruin that bastard." she comments, eyes tracing the outlining of Harry's hand. "Please." And Y/N sighs once again, biting down on her bottom lip and wondering what the hell she was going to do, because Harry was begging and his puppy dog pout always got the best of her. "Fine, but -" And before she could even think to finish her sentence, Harry was leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers, almost like he was trying to get along with it before his mind could change. It takes a moment for either of them to relax into it - Harry because this was foreign territory for him, Y/N because Harry was her best friend and she really couldn't believe this was happening right now. Sure, she had a minor crush on Harry, who wouldn't? But Harry was gay, and she'd pushed all of those feelings away, kept under lock in key with nobody's knowing besides a few close friends. And here he was, like the little shit he always managed to be, surfacing the inevitable. Soon they do relax, even if it seems scant it's something. Appreciating the softness of Y/N's lips after becoming so used to the rough sometimes chapped lips of a boy. He was never one to initiate putting his tongue in someones mouth, always accepting his place as the less dominate of the pair, but as he slowly comes to terms that his submission is in someone else's hands, he mentally prepares himself. So Harry licks Y/N's bottom lip tentatively, hands slipping from hers to the soft curves she kept as hips and squeezing softly. For the first time he seemed timid when it came to something as this, usually moaning filthily enough to put a porn star to shame, at the first touch someone would give him. Dropping to his knees within seconds of kissing someone, and he feels his legs tighten with the thought of them buckling beneath him, but he was already sat down and this brings him back to the situation at hand. Y/N parts her lips slightly, letting Harry take time to feel his way through it. Tongue gliding into her mouth, urging him to scoot closer as he curls it around her own. The skin of her hips peek out from behind her shirt, and his thumbs gently press into the softness of it, circling soothingly as if she were the one who needed comfort during this. They stay like that for a while, Harry taking his sweet old dandy time mouthing at her lips and trying to find the urge and will to take it further. There was something sinking in his gut, perhaps just nerves, but it kept sinking lower and lower, realizing that he really had never been with a girl and doesn't want to make a fool of himself. So when Y/N's hand comes down to his belt, he stops it, looks to her gravely and shook his head, "I can't." he whispers, voice on the side of wobbly, "I thought I could, but I can't. Just - M' so sorry -" Y/N cuts him off, shaking her head and giving her slanted grin towards him, "Ah, don't worry 'bout it. Not the first time a guy's chosen it up the arse, rather than me. Remember Tim Decker? Came out, right after I gave him head, can you believe it? And I thought I was pretty good!" she shrugs it off so easily, making him feel slightly better about his inability to continue onward. He'd practically begged her to go through with it, then just cut right in the middle completely, and he felt more or less like a pansy. "I thought - I mean, I thought I could - but, usually 'm not dominant, y'know? So these are new waters, and I'm not used to treading them." Harry knows there is no harm done in Y/N's mind, but he feels as if he should explain himself. "And it's not because of how you look, because you're gorgeous, really, and it's just I think I'm nervous." He finishes, twiddling his fingers. "You think you're nervous?" she snorts, "Can see your hands shaking from miles away, I bet." Her hand rests reassuringly on his thigh, giving him a small squeeze and a short nod. "Really, Harry, it's fine. You didn't sell me a llama for 250 when it was actually worth 134. See, no harm no foul." Harry feels himself smiling, soaking in the little illuminating glow of reassurance and happiness she managed to keep around herself. No matter how terrible the day, situation, or conversation, Y/N kept things lively and even if the most minor degree, okay. Whether it be jokes or that little thing she does when her smile is sideways, and her eyes crinkle a little at the corners. "How 'bout we skip the sex and go straight for the awkward cuddles, and movie?" ----- "I'm ready." Harry states a week later. After hours of porn, Google images, and Wikipedia, he had finally come to the command decision of what he wanted to do, and how he was going to do it. It's late, they're watching old reruns of A League Of Their Own lying in his bed, and Y/N is near halfway asleep. Though his words have her eyes flutter, they don't completely open and she hums a response in question, turning her head to face the other way and doze off, but Harry needed to do this. So he places a hand over her clothed clit (as he found out where it was through some helpful diagrams) and pushed against it. This had Y/N's eyes shooting open, hips bucking to his hand and an affronted squawk leaving her mouth. "Harry, what the hell?" she complains, legs crossing over themselves in defense. "I'm ready." he repeats, rolling his body on top of hers which was still drowsy and feeling heavy with the impending drift she was headed off to. "Lemme make you feel nice, yeah? Learned how I think." he utters, having stumbled over a site that gave him tips on how to dirty talk and get the girl in the mood. Sure, plenty of men have whispered filthy things in his ear, but never had he really been one to initiate it. "Promise, I'll make you feel good. Tell me what to do with my tongue and I'll do it. Same with my fingers.....my dick too...just please. Wanna fuck you now." His hips roll down into hers, letting out a small sigh of his own before doing it once more. "You've gotten bold, my god." Y/N comments, trying to keep at least fairly composed as he grinds down harder into her, "Okay, okay, let's do this. Just," she makes him slide off to the side, flipping it so that she straddles his waist to shimmy down his legs, "we gotta get you hard first. Real hard." It comes out as dull murmurs, her fingers tucking into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down fleetly. Harry groans slightly, "But that hurts." he whines petulantly, shuffling to kick his boxers completely off. He was supporting a semi so far, though he feels it get a little harder once Y/N takes a hold of it, using her thumb and index finger to pump his base lightly. "Yeah, and it would be a real ego killer if you decided you didn't like sex with girls, and went flaccid inside me." she counters, before the velvety insides of her mouth take the head of his cock in. Sucking subtly while her fingers still move, enjoying the soft groan that emerges from Harry's chest. He'd never been sucked off by a girl before, and he was regretting some of his decisions in the past for not having had it happen in earlier times. Y/N feels the weight of him on her tongue and rather loves it, circling the wet muscle around the slit and keeping a hand at his pelvis so he wouldn't buck up. It was warm, the skin soft sliding against her tongue when she takes him deeper into her mouth. Harry's fingers comb through her hair (something he'd picked up from the porn), and works out small tangles she has which has Y/N's nails digging to his thighs. He likes it though, and it makes him feel stable for a moment. A moment until she pulls away, lying open mouth kisses down the underside of his cock and letting her tongue poke out to accompany them. They were sloppy, wet, and spit dribbled down his shaft but that really didn't concern him. What did concern him, was that he felt his end was nearing far too quickly and he hadn't even gotten in her yet. Harry already felt hard as he could get, and if she tucked him in her mouth once more he fears that he would cum down the back of her throat and that would be the end of it. A mortifying end, really, is what he thinks. (He never claimed to be less than dramatic). "Stop, stop, I don't wanna -" he starts, fingers scrunching in Y/N's hair and pulling her away from him. He lets out a laboured breath, taking in that her lips were red, and swollen with drool on her chin that s he wipes away hastily. "Niall wasn't lying when he said you were good with your mouth." He says with a smile, and Y/N rolls her eyes, flicking him in the nipple. "So, how do you want to this?" Y/N begins, lifting from the straddle to pull down the panties she wore. "Do you want me to just slam on in there, go hard or go home y'know? Or do you wanna be in control and decide?" Her options were enticing. Both equally fit to get him off he thinks, and what better way to do so than being rough? Panting, sweaty, wet messes and the thick smell of sex in the room, were few of the many things he'd enjoyed during being fucked by someone. "Well," Harry starts, remembering in the back of his head that he wanted this to be just as good for Y/N as it was for him. She's literally having free sex with her best friend, just because he asked, and if that doesn't deserve something extra then Harry doesn't know what does. Why not perfect going down on a girl? He pushes her off, rolling atop of her as their original position was and slipping the hair away from her face, "Actually, can I try something?" His voice was silvery, taking her by the chin and quirking Y/N's head to the side. Lips skimming across the skin of her neck, before he bares his teeth and bites down. "Damn, okay," she whimpers in reply, "You like it rough I'm guessing? Harry, have you ever topped someone or is this your first time?" She asks lamely, wincing as he sucks harshly into her neck to make a marking. He's not exactly sure why he'd wanted to do it, but it felt right at the time being so perhaps it wasn't so bad that he did. His cock bobs as he brings his hips up a tad to slink down her body, pressing a small kiss to her shirt covered belly, "I topped once, but it was with an old pornstar and he said I was too small." he admits, ignoring Y/N's cough of laughter, pulling at the hem of her shirt and tugging it over her head. "You're plenty big," she assures him, "But maybe it's just an illusion. Maybe as soon as you get in me, I realize I've just been thirsty all this time and you knock around in there like a hard noodle?" "Gosh, Y/N, I'm literally just about to taste pussy for the first time and you're making dick jokes?" he murmurs against the smooth skin stretched over her stomach, swirling a tongue in her belly button as his hands make way towards her thighs, "You're such an asshole." He peeks up to her, seeing that she looked mockingly offended. Though all jokes are pushed aside when he stares at her most sacred for secrecy (unless you include the four other guys that have seen it) part. He'd seen in one porn video that the guy spread her apart first, so he does just the same, using two fingers to hold her open and blow pointedly at the small pink bud that showed. His breath hot casting across her, and a shiver runs up Y/N's spine. Taking one, deep, slow breath, he finally decides to take aim for it. Leaning in closer with his tongue out to start from the bottom and lick up her slit slowly, pressing a chastising kiss to her clit once he's gotten to the top. Its really not as bad as he thought, the myths of fish scents and odd tastes being diminished quickly once he's smacked his lips together, licking over them once then coming to a conclusion. "You taste really good." he mutters against her, taking one long lick up her slit again but this time letting his tongue circle around her clit in short tight movements. "What can I say, I eat a lot of citrus fruits." she replies shallowly, fingers digging into the sheets as he sucks her clit into his mouth. Lips plump, red, and becoming puffed as he indulges in her, using his tongue better than he's ever had before. He couldn't believe how nice this was; how soft she felt against his mouth, and even his cheeks that become slightly damp. The feeling he expected to be dirty, feeling so clean and lovely while he slips so his nose bumps repeatedly on her clit, tongue lapping at the entrance. "Thought you said you've never done this before." Y/N pants out, hips raising slightly to press up more against his tongue, and in reply he presses down even further into her. All he could smell was her, which was more pleasant than he'd imagined, and really he wouldn't mind licking at her all day. Then a thought occurs to him that he's read what women liked when it comes to going down on them, or just eating them out in general. Willing himself only one last lick before a kiss to her thigh, he looks back up to her. "Sit on my face,." he murmurs, patting an untrained beat on her thighs before scooting to lie himself down. "What, really?" Her eyes are wide with surprise, staring into his dilated pupils with her own and searching for whether he was lying or not, "Are you sure you aren't using this first time stuff to get into my pants, or do you genuinely want to do this?" "Genuinely." he answers curtly, "Now sit on my face, please. I really like how you taste." His head lies on the pillow, reaching out for her thighs once she's straddled near his chest, pulling her nearer to him and sticking his tongue out greedily. Catching a glide of his tongue against the wet, smooth surface, mouthing at her clit generously. He hums, hands bringing her down a little harder onto his tongue so that it basically smothered him, licking himself into her and feeling the walls around him tighten. "How the hell are you doing this right now?" she asks, going to lift herself up but he shakes his head and lifts up with her. "Fast learner." he says muffled, "Tastes lovely. Better than cum for sure." "You really know how to woo a lady, Harry." Her head leans against the backboard of the bed, arms placed atop of it too and she rolls onto him. Eyes catching onto his when they open, seeing as he stares to relish her reaction with each little flick of his tongue. Though up to this point he really wasn't doing it for her, loving how warm she felt against him and how everything was quiet but the sounds of her gasping, and the sounds of him slurping. She's pulling away too soon for his liking, and his brows furrow into one another as he reaches for her to stay, "Harry, we gotta get this sex part down, I'm sorry but I am so worn out today." Y/N reasons, slipping against him and getting his chest a little wet. "So, are you gonn-" He flips her over, (nowhere near gracefully) not giving her a chance really to ask the question as he conks their elbows together, and their legs twist between each other in an odd way, but his dick presses against her lower stomach and he lets out a short groan. After situating themselves, he spreads her thighs apart once again. "Now don't "accidentally" slip into my anus Harry, I do not enjoy anal, and would not like a probing from you." She says playfully, though when he sticks the head of his cock in she has to hold on to his bicep. "You good?" he asks, stopping himself though he so desperately wants to ram into her. Harry's never felt someone so hot, slick, and spongy around him, practically swallowing him in. She is his best friend after all, and this would be the ice breaker of whether he'd switch off between boy and girl or maybe just stay with Y/N. Maybe things could work, they act like a couple enough, and the more he did with her tonight the closer he felt to her. Wanting this more than he realized in the past. "Yeah, you're just stretching me out real good. Keep going." she gives the okay, and he slips himself deeper and deeper into the wet cavern-like place. His eyes train on hers though Y/N's have flickered down to where their hips meet, tapping him on the shoulder to give the second okay. The one that permits him permission to move, which he does gladly. "Holy shit, you're tight." he moans out, pumping in slow and deep with hands grasping the pillows besides her head. Harry had never seen Y/N so vulnerable before, pliant to his every move as he grabs at her thigh, slipping down to the back of her knee before holding it against his forearm. Her face is flushed out, eyelids flickering, and mouth open slightly for soft little noises to be dragged out. This didn't make Harry feel like he wasn't doing good - he knew he was - but Y/N had said before she's rather quiet in bed. So as Harry goes faster, nudges her g-spot and soaks in the deep gasp she intakes he feels accomplished, leaning forward to mouth at the corner of her lips. Doing so repeatedly until he's connect their lips firmly, tucked in between each other though his plush bottom lip touches her chin a little. She doesn't reject to this, moaning and lifting her other leg up to lie partially on his ass. Feeling him slink in and out of her, Y/N's hands reach up to paw at his back, knowing she wouldn't last much longer, especially with how he'd eaten her out. "C'mon," Harry whispers, going faster, harder, deeper even, "Tell me m' doing it right." He murmurs, loving the words that settle in his belly of gratitude for what he'd done. "You're doing really good, Harry. Really, so, very, good, oh my god." she brings him down so he can bury her face into his neck, but he resists, shaking his head. "Wanna see your face when you cum." he tells her, and that alone has her cumming right then and there. Hands balling into small fists, heart beating fast and head clouding over. Harry's going faster, their skin slapping together becoming the prominent noise in the room as he gets closer and closer till finally he slams into her hard, and stays like that as he cums. Head dropping down to hide in the crook of her neck and there he places lazy, soft kisses and he slowly rides out his first female induced orgasm. Once he's pulled out of her and rolled over to his side of the bed, they both stare at the ceiling, both panting, sweaty messes that try desperately to catch their breaths. "Y/N?" he starts quietly, breaking the silence that settled down in a nice blanket around them. "Yeah?" "I think I like you a little more than a friend, maybe." he admits, though he's known these feelings have been touched on, he'd convinced himself it was just because Y/N was a damn lovable person and literally everyone has even the smallest of crushes on her. Besides he liked guys, so of course it could've just been a friend crush. Perhaps he isn't particularly straight......maybe he just likes Y/N? Maybe it's only her? "Yeah, me too." she says in return, "Only for you, not for me, like I think I also like you a little more than a friend, maybe." Her hand flops down onto the mattress besides her, James Corden's voice faint in the background. Harry lies his hand atop of hers, giving a small squeeze to it and humming softly. "Y/N?" he says once more. "Hmm?" "Maybe, we should have sex again, y'know, just to make sure." he offers, and Y/N lets out a loud laugh. Rolling herself so that she pressed against his side, initiating a cuddle and Harry gladly goes along with it. "In the morning, you horn dog."