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69. You're Best Friends And You Give Him A Boner (PG-13)

Friendly reminder - this preference is PG-13. It's not graphic, but if you don't like sexual stuff, skip to the next preference (:

Harry: "What ... what the fu-" "Language!" "Sorry!" Harry apologized, holding back a chuckle. "Yeah yeah, keep laughing, but once I dress up in a pleasant outfit, you're not gonna laugh." "Ha, watch me." You were going through the costumes of the school's drama department after school. You and Harry had plans and he decided to come and hang out before hand. As you kept your character's role in mind, you tried on different outfits for he and your friends. Every outfit they liked, he laughed at. "THIS ONE!" A girl threw the next outfit at you, and you eyed it. "No." "Yes!" They all squealed at the same time, giggling and laughing. You huffed, going into the dressing room and changing. "Are you done?!" They called. "Yeah!" "Come out!" "NO!" "Whyyyyy?" They all whined in unison and you heard Harry's chuckle. "Because! It's ... revealing." "Come on! We're all friends here!" Harry said. You groaned, stepping out. His jaw immediately dropped, staring at you. You blushed, pulling up the top of the strapless outfit. "Why is this even allowed in school?" "Acting." Your friend winked, making you glare at her. It was a maid's outfit, pretty simple. But it was high-waisted and stopped right over your breasts. It hugged your body insanely closely and showed off your legs, for they were completely bare up until your hips. You looked at Harry, raising an eyebrow. "You okay there, buddy?" He snapped out of his trance, nodding vigorously. "Well ... you're not laughing," you smirked, then adding, "can you girls ... leave?" They all smirked, nodding, shuffling out quickly. You heard their voices disappear down the hall and you straddled Harry's waist. He flushed, holding your hips, looking up at you. "It's ... pleasant. So pleasant ... I like this one." He smirked, staring into your eyes as your arms snaked around his neck. You always had a crush on Harry, and from the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. "I think I should be the only one to see it though," he said, running his hands up and down your thighs. You blushed, nodding, "I agree ... but it belongs to my school." You felt him grow beneath your place on his crotch, his cheeks red, forehead sweaty. You smirked, getting up and his hands flew to the spot rising in his jeans. "Come help me take this off ..." You grabbed his hands as he stood up, crashing his lips onto yours. You both felt your way back into the dressing room, where the outfit hit the floor in a matter of seconds.

Louis: "Did you know that those jeans really highlight your ass." Louis commented, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as you did your make up. "I've been told, that's why I'm wearing them." You smirked, winking at him before going back to your eyes. "And who told you that? Was it a boy? How old is he? What's his career path?" Louis asked question rapid fire as if he was your father, making you laugh. "Shut up, Louis." "Just making sure you're safe." You smiled, finished up your make up. "Did you just put on blush?" Louis asked you and you looked at him confused. "Louis, you know I don't wear blush." "Oh! So that pink shade is all natural!" He winked, following you out as you blushed deeper, walking into your room. You got a purse to match your outfit, throwing it over your shoulder and looking in the mirror to see if it matched. "Great!" You smiled, taking it off, but you saw something fly in front of your eyes. You looked around to see your earring on the floor. "How did that even happen?" You questioned to yourself, bending down to reach for it. Louis's eyes trailed down your body as your jeans fell down a bit to expose your lower back, a tiny, tiny star tattoo visible. He caught himself staring at you as your hair flowed down your back and your shirt slowly rolled up, your bum perfectly packed into those jeans he loved so much. "Dear God ..." he mumbled and felt himself get aroused. His forehead creased with sweat as he bit his lip. "Sorry Louis, I-" you were cut off by the slamming of your bathroom door. "Louis?" You called, putting your earring back on as you knocked on the bathroom door. You heard groans and pants, before a small voice spoke. "Go away." "No!" "Please, just five min-in-inutes!" "Louis, what are you doing?" "[Y/N]-" You opened the door, causing Louis to jump. "[Y/N]!" "I see the problem," you chuckled as he struggled to put his erection away. "Impressive." "I TOLD YOU TO- oh! Thank you! I TOLD YOU TO GO AWAY!" You nodded, sitting him down on the toilet, straddling his waist. "What are you-" "Shut up." "Okay." Louis watched you as you trailed your hand down his body, unzipping his pants, grabbing his boner. He moaned shamelessly, biting his lip. "Next time, don't tell me to go away." He nodded vigorously, stopping as his hand connected to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.