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Here's a tip for you. If you call a radio station to wish somebody a happy birthday whose first name is Merciles...You should be ready to repeat it and spell it. When I asked this caller to repeat the name, the tone in his voice was like DUUUHHHH MER-SEALS! Oh I'm sorry. I'm the stupidest man who has ever lived because I've never heard of the name that I suspect you've just made up.

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Nerdy Harry Romantic Smut Combo

A/N: Because this is a 2-for-1, don't judge me because it's awful it's 2 am and I have emotions alright.

"Hey there Harry, where are your glasses, huh?" Peter Schmitt yelled down the hallway, running away with Harry's glasses.

"Please, just give them back to me, I can't see!" Harry said, hopeless.

I see the same routine, every single day. It bothers me. Harry's so sweet, and smart, and caring...

Regardless, I'm sick of it. "Hey Schmitt, 'mere." I say, motioning for Peter to come over to me.

"What's up, pretty lady?" he whispered in my ear. I shoved him away.

"Give me his glasses back, and go fuck yourself." I stated plainly. He seemed hurt, but gave them to me.

"Whatever, nerd-lover." He spat. I couldn't care less. I walked up to Harry and put his square frames back on his face, taking notice of his sharp jawline and adorable dimples. I guess I stared too long, because he cleared his throat.

"Uh... sorry.. I'll.. um.. see you in physics?" I said shakily... almost as if I was asking him. God I'm such a loser.

"Right. Thanks for my glasses." He whispered, almost in my ear, brushing past my shoulder. God he smelled like heaven. I stood there for a moment before realizing physics was my next class, mentally face-palming, and high-tailing it before I was counted tardy.

As I sat through the 70 minute lesson, my mind was wandering... to Harry. He was really sweet, and so cute... but I have a feeling there's something more there. Maybe without the glasses...

"Erika?" And suddenly he was right in front of me.

"Christ," I muttered,"sorry, what?"

"Reynolds announced partners, and he paired us up. You know, for the project." Shit. I completely forgot.

"Yeah, oh yeah sorry I um zoned out a bit... So when do you want to get started?" I asked, gazing into his beautiful green eyes.

We walked out into the halls.

"We can just start it today, if you want?" He seemed a bit rushed. What's up with him?

"Yeah, we can meet at like Starbucks or something..." I said, looking through my bag for my keys.

"Um... mind if we just head over to mine? All of my books are there." He rushed out. Something's up. When I didn't respond he goes,"Great, I'll grab my bag and we'll be on our way." Wink. He winked. No way. No freaking way.

We walked out to his fancy Sedan, and had a smoothe ride to his house, which was enormous. I was taken aback at how clean his house was, because it was just immaculate. He led me up to his room, and threw his bag on the floor.

"Make yourself at home, I'm just going to change. Do you mind?" He said, motioning to his closet.

I shook my head, and he proceeded, not caring to shut the door. I almost fell over. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his bare back. His muscles flexed as his hands wandered throughout the rack. I was mesmerised. I was visually tracing his lines when they flexed, and I heard him clear his throat. Instead of looking up at him, my face flushed, and I shifted my gaze to the floor. I even made a motion to cover my eyes with my hands as he finished changing.

"Coast is clear..." he whispered, taking my hands in his, noticing the size difference. I opened my eyes, to see him only in black Calvin Kleins. I gasped, and my face flushed. He pulled me to his bed and rolled on top of me.

"I see you, Erika. Everyday in physics, burning holes in me with those beautiful blue eyes of yours. I know when you think of me, because that little smirk crosses your face, and your face flushes that gorgeous tint of rose that it is right now. And everytime, I just want to take you and kiss you and love you, because you don't know just how beautiful I think you are. You don't wear makeup, but you're so beautiful without it, that makeup would spoil your beauty. I've wanted to tell you how much I care about you for so long, but up until today I didn't think you'd respond. And now, I know that you care too. Erika, I know." He leaned down and kissed my lips softly, almost lovingly, and reassuringly.

And with that, he ground his hips into mine, and I moaned. He kissed down my chest, unbuttoning my blouse with each hot, openmouthed kiss. I got goosebumps, and shivered. He simply looked up and smirked, and looked back down and continued. His lips were so smoothe, so warm. He continued this until he reached the waist of my skirt, where he looked up for my permission. All I could do was smile, and he just gazed back at me, almost in awe. I shivered again, and he yanked my skirt down, hooking two fingers in my lace panties and pulling them down with it. He looked up at me as he blew cool air onto my clit, causing me to shiver even more. He played mind games, looking up and looking down, blowing cool air and sucking slowly. He was so gentle. After a while of him teasing me, he slipped a finger in. I was so wet that he looked up at me in surprise, and easily slid another finger in. We both knew I was ready, and judging from the size of his massive erection, so was he. He pulled himself on top of me, and aligned himself. I breathed in deeply, awaiting the wave of pleasure I was expecting. He thrusted in once so I could adjust, and I gasped. And then he went. He was kissing my forehead with each and every thrust, concentrating all of his effort on making me feel good. We were rocking the headboard, and every spring in his mattress. Our bodies were one, and we rocked to a rhythm all our own. I felt my walls start to clench around him, and he let out a throaty, gravelly moan. I was whimpering in pleasure, and he thrusted faster and faster until we both released, and collapsed into eachother. He pulled me into him, and I inhaled, breathing in his musky scent. He wrapped his hands around my waist, and pulled me in so tight I wasn't sure whether we were separate or apart.

"Darling, you're mine." he whispered, kissing the spot behind my ear. My face flushed that beautiful rose color he loved, and I fell asleep to the sound of him humming softly.

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It can almost be said that just as we have no knowledge, so we have no jealousy except of ourselves.

Marcel Proust

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