Get The Girl [h.s] AU

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My feet guide me, stepping closer. My sock covered feet touch his boots and I watch his eyes flick open. He sees me standing close now that he sits up, his cigarette in between his lips. His eyes lock with mine and without any hesitation, his pointer finger hooks inside the hem of my shorts, pulling me towards him in between his open thighs. "What is it that you want, Birdie?" He queried, his hands traveling up my thighs to my waist where he squeezes gently and massages. He brings his hand up to his lips, grabbing the cigarette to blow the smoke away. It was halfway started but Harry still put it out on the ashtray.

His hands trail down the back of my legs and brings them in, my hands wrap around his neck, his eyes trail down to my lips and I focus on every aspect on his face that I may have never noticed before. He had a scar on his left cheekbone that was already healed, he had faint light brown specs of freckles on the bridge of his nose. They were faint but if you were as close as I was, you'd be able to notice them. He had a prominent freckle by the low corner of his mouth just a little above his chin. Baby curls hide under his curls and I've never met anyone who held the same beauty as Harry.

"Do you want me to whisper it in your ear?" I retort sarcastically as Harry's lips trail up my neck, slightly nipping my jaw. His hand grabs hold of my neck to keep me in place, my fingers disappear in his soft curls.

"Would it kill you to humor me?" Harry kisses the corner of my lips, not quite touching my lips because he was teasing me. At this, I push him back on the bed, his eyes watching me intently as I'm hovering over him, bringing my lips close to his ear. "I want you to touch me." I say seductively. Almost as soon as I retract, Harry's right arm wraps around my waist and pushes me down so that now I am under him and he's hovering.

He gives me no time to recollect myself as our lips meet in haste. His hands roam my frame, hands running down my curves, warmth washing over me as his touch ignited fires. His kisses although sloppy, were place in the correct places where I ached with need. Harry wastes no time in undoing the string to my shorts and then tossing them to the side. His eyes scan my light blue panties and gently drags a finger above my clothed pelvic bone, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin like an uncontrolled virus.

Harry places kisses to my thighs as he goes to remove my panties but I stop him. "What is it?" He asks through elevated breaths. Don't be selfish, Valentina, my subconscious scolds. Without much of an explanation, I push him back onto the bed once again and my hands reach his belt. Harry knows exactly what I'm thinking and relaxes back onto the bed.

"I've never done this before, you're going to have to walk me through it." I say as I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. I can almost hear Harry hold back a snort.

I bring his skinny jeans down to his mid thighs and watch his very obvious dick shine through the spandex material of his black boxers. He props himself up by his elbows, watching as I bring down his boxers, his dick sprang up against his stomach with a light smack. I sit back for a moment, staring at it. "Have you never seen a dick before?" Harry questions, when I look at him he tilts his head to the side slightly.

"Not in person, no." I say. It looked so smooth with protruding veins along the shaft and a swollen head, a pinkish tint to it. It glistened with pre cum. Harry chuckles gravelly, he grabs my hand that rested on his knee and places it on his shaft.

"It's fine to touch, regardless of what you do it'll probably feel good. Don't feel so pressured." He dismisses, laying back down. I felt more comfortable knowing Harry doesn't have high expectations for me when it comes to this. I could work him in ways that feel comfortable for me and maybe feel good for him. I take him lightly in my hands and run my finger on the very swollen head, Harry's hips buck slightly and I figure this is a sensitive spot for him.

My hands begin to pump him, getting a grip of him but not too hard and not too soft. "Try this." Harry says, wrapping his hand around mine. He goes in small circular movements near his tip. I study him, seeing how he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth and I feel myself get wet by his facial reactions. "Just like that." Harry says in almost a whisper and a grunt that does things to me. "You can use your tongue to massage that spot behind the tip."

I take him in my mouth, my lips wrap around his tip and my tongue massages the frenulum while my hand continues to pump him. My tongue goes around in circles, remembering what I used to see in those videos I used to search up late at night. I quickly get the hang of this, sucking and using just enough saliva to keep him well lubricated. I watched as Harry writhe due to my mouth, I liked seeing him this way, weak at my touch and wrapped around my finger for once.

Harry groans and his hips bucked up as I swirled my tongue on his sensitive spot, pumping up and down and moving my head according to my hand movements. My mouth soon grows tired just as Harry looks down at me with dark eyes. "I'm going to cum." He warns me, when he tries to move away I keep my mouth on him and immediately feel warm spurts of cum shoot in my mouth, I swallow gladly.

Once Harry recovers, he sits up and pulls his boxers and pants back on. He catches his breath and helps me off the floor, my knees burned from being on them for that long. "How was that?" I ask, grinning as Harry pulls me onto his lap.

"I don't believe that was your first time," Harry eyes me suspiciously and I shove him back lightly with a laugh.

"It so was!" I defend, getting off of him to put my shorts back on. I don't know what I was expecting coming in here but I know I was expecting to suck Harry off. There was knocking on the bedroom door and I quickly pull on my shorts as the door opens, I sit down on the bed.

Louis pokes his head in. "There you fucking are." He looks at me. "We've been looking for you for about ten minutes now you little shit."

I roll my eyes as I get up from Harry's bed. "You mind closing the fucking door?" Harry retorts, the glare in his eyes was now back.

"We brought dinner, you might wanna get out now, the sexual tension is fucking thick in here." Louis smirks as he closes the door behind him.

I laugh at his idiocy and turn to Harry as I was now almost to the door. "Are you coming?" I ask.

"I'm good," Harry stands from his bed and removes his shirt. "You go ahead." I give him a small smile and exit his bedroom.

I sigh a breath of relief, there was definitely a strong sexual tension.