(After care and fluffy end included!)

Tonight was the night.

Harry had sat me down a couple days ago to plan this, talking about what we could do for our first time together. We discussed how many rounds, things to try, stuff like that. I thought it'd be a tense yet awkward conversation, but for some reason, it wasn't.

I sat on our shared bed, nervousness racking through my body as I waited patiently. My heart raced as I thought about what things we were about to do, but the mystery of which order was somehow arousing to me.

The door opened, making me look up, my eyes landing on Harry who had a paper bag in his hands as he kicked the door shut with his foot. My boyfriend gave me a gentle smile, calming my nerves. "Are you sure that you're ready?" Harry asked softly, sitting down next to me after he sat the bag on the bedside table on his side of the bed. "It's okay if you're not, I mean, I won't force you to do anything." He took my hands in his, looking into my eyes with a sincere look in his emerald green eyes.

My heart melted at his kindness, "I'm ready... I'm just nervous is all." I whispered. "Me too, love. It's okay to be nervous, but if you ever get the feeling that you don't want this anymore or you want me to stop and give you a break, just say the word and I'll do it, okay?" Harry said, gently connecting our foreheads together. "Okay." I whispered before connecting our lips in a slow yet passionate kiss. Harry instantly responded, one of his hands leaving ours so he could cup my face.

His lips were soft, plump, warm, and slightly moist from the chapstick he wore that was watermelon flavor, which he knew was my favorite flavor. The sweet taste of the chapstick was intoxicating, almost like a drug as I slowly gave in to the addiction, my hands moving to his fluffy, curly hair, pulling him closer as my tongue slid across his lips for a better taste before slipping into his mouth to reunite my tongue with his. Harry pulled me into his lap, holding me close as his hands gripped onto my waist. His tongue swiped around my mouth, tasting me before entangling itself with mine, not in a dominant way, but in a passionate, loving way, almost like our tongues were sharing a sensual, whimsical, playful dance with one another.

Harry's hands moved from my waist to the swell of my hips before sliding his hands up my shirt gently, his cold finger sending shivers down my spine. I scooched forward in his lap, sitting right above his covered crotch that seemed to slowly form a tent as soon as I grazed the area. Harry let out a soft groan into my mouth as he tugged me forward in his lap, causing us both to gasp at the sudden strike of friction that shook through our bodies. I felt my panties dampen, making me want more. The moist, hot feeling was so uncomfortable but so arousing at the same time. My hips started to move by themselves like they had a mind of their own, slowly grinding down onto Harry's now very obvious bulge in his sweatpants. Harry let out a whine, bucking his hips up at the touch causing his clothed cock to press right against my core, pulling a moan from my throat in response.

Suddenly, Harry rolled us over so he was hovering over me. He broke the kiss, sitting up to pull his t-shirt off, revealing his freshly done tattoos, the butterfly on his abs and the two birds that were on his collarbones. He had recently got them done, maybe two or three days before, so they were still in the healing process and were slightly red around the edges. Once he removed the thin piece of clothing, he tossed it off the bed and onto the floor. "Can I take your sweater off?" Harry asked softly, making me blush at the way he said it so out of breath. I nodded my head and he grabbed the zipper of my hooded sweater and unzipped it, revealing my black lace bra. Harry smirked at the sight of it as he slid the sweater off my shoulders and tossed it with his discarded shirt. I slowly sat up, looking up at him before sliding my hands up his body, from his v-line to his collarbones before spreading my hands out so they'd touch the birds on his chest.

Harry winced softly before slowly leaning down to sloppily open mouth kiss down from my neck, down my chest until he reached my shorts. He slowly slid his hands into my shorts, hooking his thumbs under the band and pulling them down until they were off completely. My breathing was extremely heavy as I watched this whole scene. Harry shifted his head to look up at me, his green eyes were dark and blown with lust, his pupils dilated as they held an intense look that was hypnotizing; I couldn't look away. He then took the hem of my lace panties between his teeth while his thumbs hooked on the bands on my hips, slowly pulling down the thin lace off my body. I moaned at this as he tossed them off the bed before crawling between my legs, sliding my thighs over his shoulders.

"Harry, wait," I say, making the boy look up from my heat, "I've never... Had anything like this... I'm still a virgin... I've never done anything like this." I shyly admit, making Harry's gaze soften. "Then, I'll make sure to make you feel so good, okay, baby?" Harry whispered, rubbing the outside of my thighs, gently caressing my skin with such love and tenderness, "That is you don't want me to do this part?" I shook my head, "I want you to, I'm just... Nervous." Harry gave me a shy smile, "That's okay. I'll be nice and slow, I promise." He said softly, making me return his smile and give him a shy nod.

As soon as he got the "okay," he lowered his face to my heat, "You're so wet, baby." Harry whispered huskily before gently pressing a kiss to my folds. I gasped softly at the forgien feeling, my hands moving to grip onto the sheets that were underneath us. He then slid his tongue up and down my folds, causing me to tense up and squeeze my legs shut around his head. Harry suddenly circled the small nub of my folds causing me to let out a soft squeal while tightening my grip on the sheets. He then moved his tongue down to my entrance, circling the rim in a teasing way before he slowly eased his tongue in. "Oh, fuck." I whimpered, letting my eyes flutter closed, I tossed my head back into the pillows.

The way his skilled tongue sent shocks of pleasure through out my body, made me both tense up and ease into his touch at the same time. "Harry." I called out with a moan coating my voice, "Oh, fuck, Harry." I whined, earning a low moan from the curly haired brunette that was between my legs, squeezing my my hips in his large, callused hands. The moan sent vibrations throughout my body causing me to shake in pleasure and involuntarily thrust my hips upwards. The sudden movement made his tongue go far deeper inside, causing me to cry out and move my hands to his hair, gripping onto it, pressing his head down against my skin, his tongue working wonders in me. "Oh, Harry!" I squealed at the feeling. Harry continued to groan and gasp into my heat, making this moment more and more intense.

Soon, a boiling sensation started in my lower abdomen, as well as a tightening feeling, almost like a knot slowly getting tighter and tighter, pulling and tugging as if there were a rubber band in my stomach, threatening to snap. "Harry, I'm close... So fucking close..." I warned, earning a moan on response as he started to thrust his tongue in and out, making me gasp, "Harry! Oh, fuck!" I moaned, crying out one last time before feeling the rubber band snap and a relieving feeling wash over my body, causing me to tremble and twitch as I came on his face.

My chest heaved as I slowly recovered, my grip on Harry's head was now limp as he licked up my juices greedily, his hands no longer gripped onto my thighs, they massaged me back and forth like before. Harry finished cleaning me up, lifting his head as he panted heavily, his eyes darker than before as he caught his breath. "How did I do?" Harry asked, making me look down at him, my hands still in his hair, playing with his curls. "Fucking amazing." I panted, making him smile shyly and lean against one of my thighs, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

After a few minutes of Harry letting me recover, "Can... Can I try to give you a blowjob?" I asked nervously, making Harry give me a gentle smile once more, "Yeah, if you're sure?" Harry clarified, making me slowly nod my head. "Okay." He said, pressing another gentle kiss to my thigh before sitting up. I sat up as well, watching his movements. He got off the bed and slid his sweatpants and boxers off and sat at the edge of the bed, "Come over here and stand in front of me." Harry said, glancing over his shoulder to look at me. I nodded, getting off the bed, my legs slightly trembling as I walked as they were still sensitive from my orgasm. I stood in front of him, waiting patiently for the next instructions. "Now, get on your knees and take the tip into your mouth." Harry said, his eyes never leaving mine. I obey and do so, my eyes instantly breaking off his to see his dick. I blushed deeply as I looked at it; the tip was red as precum leaked from the slit, but that wasn't that made me so flustered. It was the fact that he was huge, both by length and width, and just by the fact he was rock hard and the way it stood tall and proud made me nervous.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly grabbed his member and placed the tip in my mouth, making Harry hiss in pleasure. I looked up at him, waiting for what to do next, trying to ignore the new feeling of having the head of his cock in my mouth. Harry took a shaky breath before speaking, "Move your mouth and take more of me in, don't use your teeth, just suck and use your tongue." I repeated what he had told me in my mind before taking in more of his member, letting my tongue slide on the underside, feeling some of his veins against it. Harry let out a soft groan, his hands moving down to my hair, pushing it passed my shoulders so it wouldn't get in my face before stroking my hair gently. "Just like that... Move your head back and forth..." Harry groaned, his voice strained as he spoke.

I started to slowly bob my head, sliding to the tip to flatten my tongue against his slit before circling my tongue around the head and going back down to take in more. I moved at a slow pace, pulling out long mewls of pleasure to fall from Harry's lips. "Faster, please, Darling, faster..." He begged, making me weak at his voice before doing as he asked, moving my head at a faster paced, getting faster and faster, taking more and more of him in to the point I felt his tip tickle the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly but not back down. "Yes, good, good girl, Y/n... Just like that..." He praised, making me moan against him, his cock throbbing as soon as I do so. "Fuck!" He gasped, thrusting his hips forward, causing more of him to slide down my throat. I gagged but fought it, wanting to please him the way he pleased me. My eyes watered as my hands gripped the undersides of his knees. Harry took this as a green light and began to thrust his hips slowly, fucking into my throat, nearly squatting at the edge of the bed than sitting.

After a few minutes of this, my jaw began to ache, and just as I was going to pull off, "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard... Good girl, Y/n... You're doing so fucking good..." Harry gasped, moving his hips faster. "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chanted before cumming down my throat, forcing me to swallow his seed. It was warm, salty, and sticky, but it somehow tasted... Good?

I pulled off, wiping the drool that had gone down my chin, panting heavily while cradling my jaw. Harry panted softly as he slowly fell to his knees to join me on the ground, "Fuck," He whispered, cupping my face to make me look at him. "I'm sorry, baby... I didn't mean to hurt your jaw like that." He said apologetically, kissing my cheek. "I'm fine... It's just a bit sore..." I reassured him, leaning into his palm, "I'm okay to continue if you are." I finished, looking up at him, earning a small nod in return as he took my hands and lead me to the bed, laying me down again.

Harry went to the brown paper bag and pulled out a tube of lube and a box of condoms, setting them near me. "I'm going to prep you first, okay?" He said as he sat down between my legs and clicked off the cap with his thumb when he grabbed the tube of lubricant. I nodded nervously, bracing myself for the feeling of having his fingers inside of me for the first time. He put a generous amount of lube on his fingers before setting the tube on the bedside table before positioning his index finger to my entrance. "You ready?" He asked, looking at me with focused eyes. "Yeah..." I say softly, waiting for him to do it. "Just to warn you, the lube is cold so it may feel weird." He said before gently pressing his finger in, going as slow as he could so I could get used to the cold feeling inside of me.

I gripped onto his forearm, making him glance up at me. "You okay?" He asked, concern filling his tone. "Yeah... It's... Your... It just feels so weird... Your fingers are bigger than mine and the cold lube feels weird... I just need a minute." I explained, my voice straining in discomfort, "Okay, you can tell me when I can move my finger." Harry whispered understandingly, moving his free hand up to tuck a few strands of hair out of my face before his hand caressed my face gently, moving to my shoulder to gently massage me. "Just breathe, love. It's okay." He cooed, leaning up to kiss my forehead. I smiled at his carefulness. I brought my hand up to his hair, resting my hand to the back of his neck, rubbing back and forth slowly, closing my eyes and following his advice.

After a few minutes, the discomfort faded and my body relaxed. "You can move now." I whispered, feeling his forehead rub against mine as he nodded, "Okay," he murmured just under a whisper before he began to slowly thrust his finger, never letting it fully pull out of me, only getting to the knuckle right underneath his fingernail before going back in to the middle knuckle of his finger, then repeat. I whimpered softly, feeling the discomfort again, but after a few thrusts, it faded and got replaced with a feeling of pleasure. Soft moans and gasps left my lips as the grip on Harry's forearm loosened. "I'm gonna add another finger, okay?" Harry warned, I nodded, bracing for the feeling. Then, I felt his middle finger slide in right next to the other, stretching me out. "Still okay?" He asked as his finger was fully in. "Yeah," I gasped, the stretch hurt but it hurt so fucking good.

Harry started to stretch me out more by using a scissoring motion with his fingers. I winced in pain at first but it quickly faded. "Do you think you're ready for my cock?" Harry asked after a few minutes. I blushed at his words before biting my lip and nodding my head, yes.

With that, Harry slipped his fingers out, making me whine at the loss of contact. He smirked at the noise I had made before reaching over and opening the box of condoms and pulling out a silver packet and setting the box on the bedside table and grabbing the lube again. He ripped the packet open with his teeth before pulling out the condom and slipping it onto his length, hissing at the slight squeeze around his sensitive cock. He then poured some lube into his hand before jacking himself a few times to lubricate his protected hard on. He moved quickly when he did these things, tossing the tube onto the bedside table instead of reaching over and setting it down.

My heart began to pound against my chest. 'This is really happening...' I thought to myself as I watched him do this. Harry shifted and grabbed the undersides of my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist, positioning his dick to my entrance. Once my legs were in place, he grabbed my hands, interlocking our fingers together and pinning them above my head. "Ready?" Harry asked softly, his eyes connecting to mine once more. "Yeah, I'm ready, Harry." I whispered, giving him a small smile. My boyfriend smiled back before he slowly pushed himself in, his length getting thickening to it's limit that stretched me even more. I gasped at that, tightening my grip on his hands. Harry leaned down and kissed me longingly and gently, trying to distract me. And it worked until I felt his hips press against mine. That made me realize how big he was. For a split second, I panicked that this man had his dick so far in, that he was in my fucking stomach.

I broke the kiss by turning my head to the side, feeling Harry's breath gently fanned against my cheek, gently pressing kisses to my jawline and neck. "Tell me when." He whispered, sliding his hands out of mine to lean his weight onto his elbows. My hands moving to his back, gripping onto him. Out of nowhere, the discomfort turned into an overwhelming sense of pleasure. "Move, Harry." I gasped softly, earning a nod from him before he connected his lips to my pulse and beginning to suck on it before sliding his hips back before slowly thrusting his hips forward. We both gasped softly at the feeling of the first thrust, my nails dug into his delicate skin as the rush of pleasure racked through my body, sending off fireworks, causing my body to tremble slightly.

Harry continued to slowly thrust into me while he left kisses and nips on my neck that caused dark red bruises to form that would soon to a dark purple. "Harry," I murmured breathlessly, "Please, faster." I begged, making Harry moan against my skin before doing as I requested, thrusting faster and deeper. My cries and pleads of pleasure got louder and louder as my body arched so our chests were touching. One of Harry's hands moved to press me against his chest his sudden shift of movement caused him to thrust deeper and at a different angle. "Harry!" I shrieked in shock, wrapping my legs around his hips tighter. That made my lower half lift off the bed. Harry moaned loudly at this, moving up with me in his arms as he began to fuck me against the headboard, holding my legs with his hands, his thrusts becoming more and more rough to the point where he was straight up pounding into me, hitting my gspot over and over, causing me to scream in pleasure.

Just the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall rapidly in sinc with Harry's thrusts made me feel the rubber band feeling again. My head span as my body shook in intense pleasure. "Harry, I'm gonna cum!" I warned, causing Harry to somehow move faster, "Me too, love, I can't cum before you, go ahead," he gasped desperately. His breathy gasps were the last push that caused the rubber band to snap. I cried out as I orgasmed on his cock. Harry thrusted one more time before following after, moaning my name into my ear.

Harry pulled out of me, making us both wince before he picked me up and laid me down on my back. "You okay?" He asked, rubbing my sore hip bones. "More than okay... God, I love you, Harry." I whispered, making my lover grin, "I love you, too, Y/n. I'm gonna start us a bath, okay? Get us all cleaned up and change the sheets and we can cuddle after, okay?" Harry said softly, earning a nod from me. Harry pecked my lips before getting off the bed and walking into the master bathroom, and turning on the water.

After a few minutes of catching my breath and struggling to stay awake as all of my energy had left my system, Harry returned to my side with a warm washcloth and began to wipe me down. I groaned as it hurt slightly because my hips were hella sore, but before I knew it, he was done. He kissed my forehead before walking off into the bathroom again. I fell asleep but woke up when I felt two muscular arms wrap around me and lift me off the bed. My eyes fluttered open to see Harry carrying me into the bathroom.

Just as he said, there was a hot bath ready. Before he put me in the warm water, he set me down on the toilet so he could take off my lace bra and my jewelry. Once they were set to the side, he picked me up and stepped into the tub before kneeling down with me in his arms. The sudden touch of the water woke me up even though I was expecting it.

Harry grabbed the bottle of body soap and squirted some into his hand and rubbed his hands together until they were lathered with foam before he started to gently massage my skin. His hands may be rough with calluses, but his touch was so gentle, so tender, so loving. My heart melted at how careful and loving he made everything seem. Especially if it were for me. Hell, if he weren't a famous singer, he would be a five star masseuse with how delicate and strong his movements were, and how much persision and thought he put into it.

Each caress of his hands felt heavenly, the warm water only making it so much better. Once he was done with my body, he did his own. He did the same with the shampoo and conditioner. Once we were all cleaned up, he unplugged the drain before setting the plug on the siding. Harry dried me off first before applying my body lotion that he knew I always put on after every shower, keeping his touch gentle and sweet. He then insisted on dressing me, putting me into a pair of panties and his old Harry ❤️ Louis shirt. I found it funny and iconic because he knows that I'm the biggest Larry shipper in the world and I found it even more funny because of how we just had sex, him taking my virginity in the process and he puts me in such a not very fitting shirt.

Harry then helped me dry my hair, put in a leave-in conditioner, and put my hair in a braid. Once I was fully ready for bed, he finally began to dry himself off and picked me up again, carrying me into the bedroom, having me turn off the light as he passed by and sat me down on the dresser as he stripped the sheets off the bed and changed them out with a new set, tossing the dirty one and clothes into the laundry bin in the walk in closet before pulling back the duvet cover and going back to pick me up and lay me in bed, tucking me in the blankets.

I giggled at this, making him smile, "Do you need anything that I can get you?" Harry asked softly, "No, you've spoiled me enough tonight. Thank you, love. I love you." I responded, making his smile widen as he kissed my cheek and rounded to his side of the bed, laying next to me and pulling me into his chest. "Hey, Alexa! Turn off master bedroom lights!" Harry called. The lights turned off, leaving the two of us in darkness.

Harry pulled me closer so he maneuver to have me spoon him. Once he was in position, I realized that he wasn't wearing boxers and rolled my eyes. "You're lucky I love you and don't shove my foot up your naked ass for not having a piece of clothing on in bed right now." I say making him laugh, "Hey, you know I like my freedom! Plus you weren't upset when I was in bed with my dick in you an hour ago." Harry teased. "I... I... I've got nothing, fair enough, Styles." I say with a giggle making him laugh again.

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