in which...

...y/n becomes harry's teacher

request: can you imagine y/n teaching harry how to eat out a girl

I can imagine it very well actually

"You're making this weird." Y/N sighs.

Harry's eyes widen almost as if he's taken offense to her comment and he rubs his palms together which is just another dead giveaway that he's nervous.

"M'not!" He splutters. "Just...you wanna lay on the bed?"

"Got any other ideas?" One of her brows raises playfully and his eyes roll back. "Don't get too frisky on your first attempt."

"Just-" He gives her shoulders a nudge and her back hits the mattress a second later, followed by a giggle that echoes around the room.

"Assertive." Her fingers fumble with the button of her jeans while she scoots back so she can lean her head on the multiple pillows surrounding the bedframe. "I like it."

He puts both knees on the mattress and starts crawling forward, trying to ease the nerves away. "Shouldn't I be doing that?" He tilts his head to the side and asks when she's unzipped her trousers about halfway.

"Thought I'd spare you the trouble." She shrugs.

"No, I... I want to do it." Harry hesitates, hands coming to rest upon her hips, barely touching, just keeping them there.

Y/N's smile softens from a teasing one, nodding and letting him hook his thumbs in the waistband of her jeans, "Okay." Her voice is quiet.

Harry hates it, he really hates feeling so unsure of himself, is not usually one to lack confidence, but this is new, it's foreign and it makes him feel like he's walking on thin ice. Like he could mess up at any moment.

He's undressed girls before though. He can do this. He doesn't know why he's acting like the ultimate virgin when he's not (only in certain aspects).

"I still don't get how you've never done this before. Weren't you in a relationship for like almost a year?" Y/N questions, lifting her hips so he can slide the jeans off the rest of the way.

Harry clears his throat in mild embarrassment, "Dunno, just never...asked for it, I guess." Y/N groans, throwing her head back.

"Do you ever ask to get your dick sucked, Harry?" Heat creeps up Harry's neck all the way to his cheeks, before he shakes his head and mutters out a bashful 'no'. "Exactly."

"She was shy," Harry sighs, trying to find excuses he probably shouldn't even be searching for, "not really like you."

"There's a difference between being shy and knowing what you want." Y/N leans back against the pillows, shuffling her ankles out of her jeans and watching as Harry throws them to the ground.

Harry scoots back a little on his knees so he can sit between her legs once again, trying to keep his eyes on her face. He doesn't want to seem too greedy, although the anticipation is killing him. It's true, what he said. The chance just never came up. His girlfriend always seemed to shrug Harry off whenever he made the slightest attempt, would push his head from between her thighs whenever he tried to get close, to finally get a taste for it with his mouth, so he chose to just blame it on the fact that she was shy. He didn't want to be pushy.

"C'mere," Y/N beckons him with a finger and Harry instantly shoots forward, listening carefully to each word coming out of her mouth, "I'll guide you, yeah?" He nods. Her voice is soft, pleasing to Harry's ears. Makes him feel at ease. "You'll catch on fast, you're a smart cookie."