*Harry's POV*
I was laying on my side, leaning my weight on one elbow and propping my head up with my hand whilst looking down at Jess with a lazy grin on my face. I couldn't help but smirk to myself looking at her now; her cheeks were flushed a dark pink and her chest was swelling and sinking rhythmically as she lay there, calming herself down. Her pure blue eyes fluttered open and met my gaze, if it was possible I'd say she blushed even more before a hint of an embarrassed smile appeared and she turned her head away from me.
My lips tightened over my teeth in full-blown laughter and I leaned down on her to kiss her neck playfully, chuckling against her skin with a toothy smile still prominent on my face. I know Jess is shy, so the fact she just let me touch her like that was a big deal to her. Personally I couldn't understand it, but I respected it. Seeing her come undone like that — whimpering my name and pulling my hair — almost had me losing it as well.
I told her to go and clean up in my en-suite, and I couldn't help but laugh when she hopped off the bed and grabbed my tshirt from the floor to wrap around herself so she didn't have to walk past me with nothing on her bottom half, even though five minutes ago I had my head between her legs.
She returned moments later, now with those black lace knickers clinging to her curves again. She didn't strike me as the sort to be hiding lacy underwear under her clothes, but it was a nice surprise when I got there. And God, was I straining against my own underwear right now. She had replaced her top with mine — the one she picked up off my floor, probably because it was slightly longer so she didn't feel so self conscious laying with me without her jeans on.
I was still sprawled out across my bed. My head now rested on my arms which were folded behind my head on the pillow, I was on my back with my legs stretched out. Jess blinked at me a few times before swallowing and making her way back to the bed to join me, but instead of laying next to me like I'd expected, she climbed straight on top of me.
"Harry," she drawled quietly, her legs either side of my waist and her small hands spread across my chest. Christ, this better be leading where I think it's leading.
"Hmm?" I mumbled in response, trying to play it dumb a little bit. I let my hands rest on her lower back, verging on her hips, sneaking underneath my shirt and running them up and down slightly. She could probably already tell by the look on my face from just having her on top of me that I was on the brink of desperate right now.
Her expression faltered and her shyness was clear as day when she went to speak up again. "I want to... return the favour," she finally said. Thank God.
I avoided eagerly jumping at the chance and ripping my pants rightoff, gently asking, "You sure?"
She nodded her head and I sat up, shuffling with her still sitting on my stomach back to the headboard and kissing her deeply. I had been hard since the second she swung her leg over me the first time back on the sofa downstairs, so there was really no need for kissing and touching, but I couldn't get enough of her.
When I pulled away she wriggled down and kneeled between my thighs, giving me a sort of helpless look that made me twitch in my boxers. Something about her innocence really turned me on, and something told me it was going to be a challenge to last more than thirty seconds.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do if you need to me to," I assured her, and she must've been feeling brave because after a short nod she reached straight into my shorts and took me in her hand.
A gust of air blew past my lips and my head rested against the headboard. I knew that this was a big thing for her (the experience, that is...) which I think was why I had a peculiar feeling in my gut like I was going to war or something, when in reality I was only about to receive a błowjob.
I took it upon myself to lift up and pull my boxers down to my knees, and Jess eyed my díck in her hand like it was the most foreign thing in the world. She moved back a fraction and leaned down, bringing her mouth closer to me. I was practically throbbing, begging for her to do something other than slide her hand slowly up and down me in a teasing manner, but I wasn't going to rush her.
There was hesitance, but finally she put her mouth on me. Her lips closed around my head and I groaned lowly when I felt her tongue touch the tip. Much to my advantage, my groan encouraged her to suck a bit harder and swirl her tongue around carefully. I reached behind her head and scooped her wavy hair up off her back, holding it in my fist so it was out of her way.
With one hand on my thigh and the other around the base of my coçk, she sunk her mouth down further and took as much of me in as she could. I gritted my teeth as she started to move, bobbing her head up and down at a steady pace.
"Fück, yes," I breathed. "You're doing great, baby. Use your hand, too."
She followed direction well, using her hand to pump what didn't fit in her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks once, probably not knowing she'd done it, and I let out a strangled moan as my jaw dropped and my mouth fell open. She noticed my reaction and continuously hollowed her cheeks as she sucked, running her tongue along me at the same time.
"Ohhh, just like that," I encouraged, seemingly feeling very vocal tonight. Not only was she really doing a good job, but I also wanted to make sure she felt comfortable.
Her tongue flicked my tip and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting myself up even deeper into her mouth and hitting her throat, making her squeeze me in her hand unknowingly as she gagged. The line of saliva that trailed from her lips as she pulled away quickly caused pleasure to instantly shoot from the pit of my stomach to my crotch.
"Sorry," I cooed, my breathing deep. My heartbeat was slow, but it was so heavy I could hear it in my head.
She jerked her hand up and down a few times, giving her time to recover, before wrapping her lips around me again; going back to her previous motions — sucking with some force and hollowed out cheeks, her hand working on my base and her tongue jutting over me. This time she built up some speed, strands of hair falling loose around her face as my grip weakened.
My head rolled back again, eyes closed and mouth agape. She did her very best to take most of me in, relaxing her throat and getting used to going deeper. Every time her throat contracted as she attempted not to gag, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, I was so close that my stomach muscles were tensing and it was becoming difficult to keep myself from bucking my hips up.
"Jess," I moaned, my voice strained, opening my eyes to look at her, feeling the sweat collecting on my forehead, "I'm close... I'm gonna—"
My announcement was cut short when she peered up at me through her lashes, her angelic, doe-eyed stare catching me off guard and bringing my high creeping up on me even faster. My wrist involuntarily wrenched, yanking at her hair roughly. I thought I'd hurt her and I was about to apologise until she responded with a long moan, sending me crashing down.
"Fück," I cursed in a raspy groan, seizing all movement momentarily as she obliviously carried on. I sensed myself twitch before the pleasure heightened intensely and I came hard, practically crying out. Jess flinched as I started to release in her mouth but she managed to keep some movement going to ride me through my high, which had grunts and other gruff noises of satisfaction emitting from my throat the entire time. When I eventually stopped coming, I was surprised to see her swallowing rather than complaining and running to spit it out in the sink the way a lot of girls do.
My iron grip on her hair loosened as I caught my breath and she clambered off me and came to sit beside me, I pulled her to me with an arm around her shoulders and her head fell against my chest.
"Did I... Was it okay?" she asked sheepishly after a long pause, completely unaware of how amazing she just made me feel.
I simply replied with a playful, "Are you sure you haven't done that before?" To which she pursed her lips to hide a smile.
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*Jess' POV*
Harry slid his boxers back on and we laid in a comfortable silence for a while, occasionally saying the odd thing to each other. His fingertips danced up and down my arm in a way that made me want to drop off to sleep, so every time he spoke up over the quiet it broke me out of a sleepy trance and I could only mumble back.
Eventually Harry got up to get some water, and I sneakily got up as well to have a nose around his room while he was gone. I was wandering around and carefully picking up things to have a look at when I spotted a dark blue sketchbook buried under some other school work on his desk. I glanced around the room and there was no sign of Harry coming back, so I tiptoed over to it and ran my finger along the spine before attempting to fish it out from under the pile. Just as I'd eased it out from underneath the clutter, Harry's hands grabbed my wrists from behind making me squeal in surprise and drop the book.
"Doing something you shouldn't be doing?" he muttered accusingly, his mouth right next to my ear.
"Not unless you've got something to hide," I grinned teasingly, and he tucked my hands behind my back.
"I haven't, but I didn't say you could look in it."
"Come onnnn," I coaxed, turning my head to look at him and batt my eyelashes in his direction. I was really curious to see if Harry was any good at art — ever since I found out he took it I was intrigued. "Pleeeeaaaaa—"
"Fine, fücking hell," he gave in much more easily than I'd anticipated, dropping my hands and resting his chin on my shoulder, rotating his head slightly to the side to whisper, "Only because you were such a good girl earlier."
On the inside, my stomach dropped at his utterly sexy voice saying such things to me, but on the outside I shot him a displeased scowl and grabbed the sketchbook quickly to get away from him, leaving him standing there with a pleased-with-himself smirk plastered across his face.
I plopped back onto his bed and opened the thick cardboard front cover, feeling excited. I felt his presence beside me, looming over me without a sound. I knew for a fact it was a bit awkward standing and watching someone flick through your work and silently — or even outwardly — judge your work from when we were all made to do art in secondary school, and this being Harry he was probably going to react in a weird way if I commented, but I didn't care.
I don't know if I was expecting him to be a good drawer or not, but when I turned past the title page for the project I was absolutely blown away. Each A3 page was covered entirely with incredible drawings of various things; different parts of faces, hands, random object like shells and flowers, the list was endless. There were some paintings, pages of scruffy writing, photographs, a few coloured drawings and other pieces of art done in other medias, but it was clear his passion was for black and white pencil drawings. His work was so lifelike and realistic, and I couldn't believe he had such talent up his sleeve.
"Harry, these are... I can't believe you can draw like this," I said with a look of astonishment on my face, still flicking through the pages that were covered in dirty fingerprints from the lead of a pencil.
He didn't reply, of course, probably embarrassed for once in his life. I came across a page of doodles, a lot of them I recognised — they were inked permanently onto his skin. I looked up and met his edgy stare expectantly, olive-coloured eyes bored into me before he cleared his throat.
"I drew a few of my tattoos myself," he uncovered. His voice was low in both pitch and volume, and he swallowed thickly after he spoke.
I continued gazing at each page for a while, admiring his artwork. I wondered if anyone else besides his teacher knew he could come out with these amazing sketches. I turned another page tentatively but before I could reveal what was on the other side he slammed his hand down on the paper from behind me and used his other hand to shut the book entirely.
"I— That's enough. I mean... There's nothing worth seeing after that page," he stammered, walking away with the sketchbook and tucking it away with his back to me. Was he really hiding something? What could've been on that page that rendered such a sudden reaction from him?
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Harry, everything I saw in that book was amazing."
"I'm not embarrassed," he lied bluntly. Everything from the tone of his voice to his stiff but jumpy body language told me he was embarrassed about me seeing his work, I assumed it was because it was quite personal to show me something he'd put time and effort into — something he had a passion for and enjoyed — was good at, even. That made him look vulnerable or soft in his eyes.
"It's not a bad thing to admit when you're embarrassed, I get embarrassed all the time," I admitted, although it wasn't exactly a secret. "I was embarrassed tonight."
"I know," he simply said, his back still facing me. There was what seemed to be a long period of time where neither of us said anything. I was waiting for him to do something and I'm not sure quite what he was waiting for, until eventually he murmured a faint, "Thank you."
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OKAY, FIRSTLY, I'D LIKE TO SAY A GINORMOUS THANK YOU... BECAUSE YESTERDAY I NOTICED THAT ILLICIT WAS RANKED!!!! Number 698 in Fanfiction :) I have no idea when it happened because I was on my profile last night and just spotted it, and my heart honestly skipped a beat omg. Ever since I started writing it was like my goal to get ranked and I'm so excited it finally happened, I'm pretty sure I already lost the ranking like just now lol?? but it was amazing for it to happen. I really appreciate every single read, vote and comment because it wouldn't have happened without you guys! I'm gobsmacked at how far this book has come, so THANK YOU AGAIN <3
I'm super excited about everything I have planned for the story and I hope you are as well.
Q: all3gra: Do you base this story around what's happened in your life or do you just make it up? x
A: I think I'm inspired by things that've happened in my life or people I know's lives, but I wouldn't say it's based on my own experiences. For instance, as embarrassing as it is to admit, Jess is a lot like me with the whole law thing and she's shy etc, but there are a lot of differences. I've mentioned before things like the boys' driving in the story is very much written from personal experience with teenage boys' driving (lol), the school is definitely based on my school, and things like party scenes/the way the characters behave have been inspired by real life. Unfortunately I am not involved with Harry Styles, though :/
Q: MarielMathew: If you ever met any of the boys from 1D what would your reaction be? Also have you ever been to a concert/going to one soon?
A: I would be SUPER NERVOUS. When I've met other bands like The Vamps/Kodaline/Lewis Watson I've found that my mouth goes really dry hahaha. I would also be POLITE and try to act friendly like they're just another person because that's really important, but on the inside I would be DYING and I'd probably end up like crying afterwards lol. I'm going to assume you're referring to a 1D concert (sorry if that's not what you meant)... but yes :) I went to OTRA Cardiff back in June, and I've managed to get a ticket from my friend's friend who isn't going anymore to go again next month in London!
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My question for you: How do you feel about this 'taking a break' thing with 1D? I personally feel like it's been blown way out of proportion and everyone's being quite annoying about it. They've said themselves that they're taking a break after the fifth album, not that they're splitting up for good! They deserve a break from touring because they've been overworked for five years, to be honest. But this isn't the end. They've practically promised another tour as well, so they'll be sticking around for at least another year or two I reckon.
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E x