what if you did a blurb tonight and like it's nerdrry first hand job but like it doesnt go as planned hehe idk?
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───HANDY; | pairing: nerdrry x fem!reader | | wc: 1.5k | tw: kissing, hand job, caught | masterlist |
Harry Styles, the undisputed monarch of thel nerd kingdom, adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses, the kind that always slid down his nose, no matter how many times he pushed them back up. His usual Friday night consisted of Dungeons & Dragons campaigns with his equally nerdy friends, or perhaps a deep dive into the intricacies of theoretical physics.
Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, Harry was venturing into uncharted territory, a house party. Not just any house party, mind you, but the house party, hosted by none other than the resident bad boy, Chad "The Chaddest" Chadwick.
A nervous flutter started in Harry’s stomach as he approached Chad’s sprawling, bass-thumping house. The porch lights cast a neon glow on groups of laughing teenagers, their voices a cacophony that both intimidated and intrigued him.
He clutched the single bottle of lukewarm root beer he'd brought, a desperate attempt at a social offering. He pushed open the door, and the sound and smell hit him like a physical force: loud pop music, the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume, and a distinct undercurrent of something that smelled suspiciously like desperation.
He navigated the crowd, feeling out of place in his ironed, yet undeniably dorky, plaid shirt. He was searching for a corner, any corner, where he could blend into the wallpaper and observe. That’s when he saw her.
Her name was Y/N, and she was, without a shadow of a doubt, the hottest girl Harry had ever laid eyes on. Her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that could launch a thousand ships, or at least, one very overwhelmed Harry. She was laughing, her eyes sparkling, and Harry felt his already-racing heart do a triple flip. He quickly averted his gaze, convinced that if he looked at her for more than two seconds, he'd spontaneously combust.
To his astonishment, Y/N caught his eye. And then, she smiled. Not a polite, pitying smile, but a genuine, dazzling smile that seemed to say, "Hey there, stranger." Harry's root beer bottle almost slipped from his sweaty grasp. He offered a weak, lopsided grin in return, feeling his ears burn crimson.
A few minutes later, as if by some miracle, Y/N was standing beside him, her presence radiating warmth and a scent that was a delightful mix of vanilla and something subtly floral. "Hey," she said, her voice a melodic hum that sent shivers down his spine. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you new here?"
Harry, usually articulate when discussing quantum mechanics, found himself stammering. "Uh, no, I've, uh, I've been here. Just, you know, not usually at… these kinds of things." He gestured vaguely at the swirling chaos of the party.
Y/N laughed, a bright, tinkling sound. "I get it. Not everyone's a fan of the Chadwick experience." She took a sip from her drink, her eyes still sparkling. "So, what's your name, mystery man?"
"Harry," he managed, finally finding his voice. "Harry Styles."
They talked for what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment. Y/N was surprisingly easy to talk to, genuinely interested in his passions, even asking about his D&D campaigns with a curious twinkle in her eye. Harry, emboldened by her attention, found himself relaxing, even cracking a few of his notoriously dorky jokes. And to his amazement, Y/N laughed at them. Really laughed.
The music shifted to a slower, more intimate beat, and people started pairing off to dance. Y/N’s gaze met his, and a silent question hung in the air. Harry, for the first time in his life, felt a surge of courage. He was about to ask her to dance when a sudden, collective groan rippled through the party.
"Power's out!" someone yelled from across the room.
Darkness descended, plunging the living room into an inky black. A few nervous giggles and shouts broke the silence, followed by the fumbling of cell phone flashlights. In the sudden chaos, Harry felt Y/N’s hand brush against his.
"This way," she whispered, her voice close to his ear, sending another jolt through him. "I know a good spot."
Before he could process what was happening, Y/N was leading him by the hand through the darkened house, her fingers surprisingly soft and warm against his. They weaved through unseen bodies, and the air grew quieter as they moved further from the main party area. He had no idea where they were going, but he trusted her.
Finally, she stopped, and he heard the faint creak of a door. "In here," she murmured, gently pulling him forward. He stepped into a small, enclosed space, the air thick with the scent of old coats and mothballs. A closet.
The door clicked shut behind them, plunging them into absolute darkness. Harry's heart hammered against his ribs. He could feel Y/N's presence just inches away, her breath warm on his cheek. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by their shared breathing and the distant thrum of the party’s resumed, albeit softer, music.
"So," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with a playful hint of mischief, "this is my secret hideout."
Harry's mind raced, trying to formulate a witty, charming response, but his brain felt like a tangled mess of wires. He could barely articulate a single thought.
Then, he felt her hand on his arm, her fingers tracing a light path up to his shoulder. He swallowed hard. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his entire body. He could feel the warmth of her skin through his plaid shirt.
"Harry," she breathed, her voice even softer now, "you're cute, you know that?"
His cheeks burned. He could only manage a choked sound in response.
"And smart too," she added, her fingers now lightly caressing his jawline. "I like that in a guy."
Harry's mind was reeling. This couldn't be real. The hottest girl at the party, in a closet with him, and she thought he was cute? He was sure he was dreaming. He must have hit his head on the way in.
Her face moved closer, and he could feel her warm breath on his lips. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. He wanted to say something, anything, but no words would come.
Then, her lips were on his, soft and hesitant at first, then growing more confident. It was a clumsy kiss, a little awkward, but to Harry, it was everything. Fireworks, stars, the entire universe exploding behind his eyelids. He tentatively put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
When they broke apart, breathless, Y/N giggled. "You're a good kisser, Harry Styles."
His face was on fire, but a triumphant smile spread across his face. "You too, Y/N," he whispered, still trying to process the fact that this was actually happening.
Her hand, still on his arm, began to slide lower, her fingers dancing lightly over his stomach, then dipping lower, until they reached the waistband of his pants. Harry gasped, a jolt of pure surprise and arousal shooting through him. He had never experienced anything like this.
Y/N's voice was a low murmur in the darkness. "Let's make this a night you'll never forget, Harry."
His breath hitched as her fingers found their target, nimble fingers unbutton and unzipped, a casual eagerness to each movement. Harry was frozen, his heart pounding. What was happening? This had to be the best night of his life.
Y/N hand slipping into the opening a gentle, exploratory touch that sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body. He leaned his head back against the wall of the closet, a blissful groan escaping his lips. He was completely at her mercy, and for the first time in his life, he didn't mind one bit.
Y/N’s touch was both tender and insistent, a careful exploration that built a slow, delicious heat within him. Her hand slipping further into the depths, inside his briefs, his cock springing free with a soft tug.
Harry’s hand instinctively reached for her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft waves as he let out another soft moan.
Y/N leaned in then, her lips on his neck as she kissed and nipped at the skin. Her fingers wrapping around the warmth of him and she pumped slowly at first, building a pace he appreciated.
He could feel her smile against his neck as she continued her hypnotic rhythm, expertly teasing and building the pressure. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to hum with an awareness, focused solely on the sensations she was creating. He was lost in the moment, the darkness of the closet amplifying the intimacy and the intensity of her touch.
He felt himself nearing the edge, a delicious tension coiling in his stomach. His breathing grew shallow, his body trembling slightly with anticipation. Just as the world seemed to narrow to this one incredible feeling, a sudden, blinding light flooded the closet. The door had been flung open.
Harry’s eyes, wide and disoriented, blinked against the sudden glare. Standing in the doorway, framed by the bright light of the party, was Chad, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Found them!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the resumed party music.
Y/N, startled, quickly pulled her hand away from Harry, a blush creeping up her neck. Harry, mortified, fumbled with his pants, his face burning an even deeper crimson than before. The spell was broken, shattered by the harsh reality of the overhead lights and Chad’s booming laughter.