i thought it might be fun to draw some of my OCs from the pre-hyperbali, pre-almost everything about me on the internet. this is as far as i got before i got distracted
nikita - baby’s very first OC, within knowledge. i don’t remember specifically what i made her for, only that she existed; she was ethereally beautiful, kind, and wise. ...which was, of course, when making fun of mary sues at large really took off, and i was embarrassed, which is why she never ended up moving on to do much of anything else. would i use her again now? possibly - though these days i tend to write my characters with a lot of conflict, internally and externally, and i’d feel awful about doing that to her. ...though i’d change her name, now. the reasoning for that name is too embarrassing for me to admit
saita - my first OC on the internet, saita was part of an RP on a now-defunct writing forum. what i remember is that it was like...a school for superpowered teens, and the RP itself was their final graduation exams. everyone was placed into groups. saita had plant powers - and the only person i remember from her group was a shittalking flirty bastard with electricity powers, because they fell in love and he had to save her life before he admitted it, lmao. would i use her again now? probably not. it’s hard to see her as anything other than representative of “edgy pre-teen thoughts”
“I know we’re sloshed but, I’ve been thinking,” he started carefully. She giggled at his words, but didn’t stop him, so he continued. “About what you said… about boys? Well I was thinking and…I know we’ve talked a bunch before about how you’ve never had a boyfriend and you’re like… afraid to not know anything… when the time comes. And I was thinking, maybe – if you were ok with it – maybe I. Maybe I could teach you some things?”He squeezed his eyes tight, in shock that the words had made it out of his mouth. In shock that she didn’t scream at him or hit him and run away. In shock that she was actually considering it.Her eyes stayed closed as she adjusted her body to get even closer to his. “Sounds nice.”“Yea?”“Yeah.”
Or: the college / best friends / friends with benefits fic that no one asked for but I wrote anyway.
Author: Helladirections
Edit By: thiccmom
Pairing: Harry/ofc
Status: Part three of five
Word Count: 5.2K
Rating: Mature - SMUT!
Preview:
“Fuck, love. Where did ya’ learn tha’?” he asked her through a laugh.
She just shrugged and went back to work.
“No’ another guy, was it?”
“No, only you. Only your dick.” She blushed. The words came out dirtier than she intended, but neither of them really seemed to mind.
Harry shook his head, with a small laugh before moving his hand into her hair. He gripped tightly, not controlling her movements but making sure to leave a sense that if he wanted to, he could. He zoomed his camera in to the spot where his hand grasped her hair tightly. Then to the spot where her mouth was taking him in. Then to her face, with eyes closed and brow furrowed. Harry wasn’t going to last much longer.
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Harry and Anna had settled into a pretty nice routine. Every Wednesday they would meet for dinner at the pizza parlor and share a drink before heading downstairs. Niall would have their drinks ready for them before they even got there – a Guinness for Harry and a Two Towns cider for Anna. They would sit at their regular table, right in the middle. And then they would giggle through all the other acts until the announcer brought Harry up to the stage.
The audience had grown since the first week of classes. The room was now almost always filled to the brim. The girls would cheer loudly for Harry. Not Anna, though. She would sit quietly. Sometimes she would close her eyes while he played. His voice and guitar always brought her back to a safe place and made her feel nice.
After his set, Harry and Anna would head over to one of their places – usually Anna’s because Harry’s frat house was not an ideal place to be. They would watch weird documentaries for a while before moving on to the fun part.
The second time, she wanted to perfect her skills he had already taught her. She also relaxed enough to trust Harry to return the favor. She wasn’t sure what to expect that first time. But Harry went slow, always started slow. He stroked up and down her slit from the outside of her panties first, building her arousal and her wetness. She was still a bit nervous and didn’t want to completely undress. Didn’t want him to actually come face to face with her body. Instead, he pressed his hand underneath her panties. They were lying back on her bed, him with one hand down her pants and his mouth on her neck. Both of their hearts beating fast. He resisted the urge to kiss her, instead licking and nibbling just a bit behind her ear. When she finished, he licked his fingers.
That night, as Harry held her close and she drifted to sleep with a documentary about the JFK assassination in the background, he couldn’t help but let himself daydream. He dreamt of what it would be like to do this for real. To kiss her deeply and swallow up all of her beautiful moans. To hold her hand around campus and give her a chaste kiss before heading to class. To have her run up into his arms after his set at the bar and give him a proper congratulations. To go home afterwards and truly get to love on her, on her entire body. He fell asleep thinking of those imaginary moments which would likely never come to fruition. Best friends.
The third time, she wants to try something new. They started out as they had the past two weeks, but when she was stroking his length, she leaned down just to kiss the tip. He flung his head back, moaning. She was such a tease.
“Can I…can I lick it?”
Harry gulped down the moan building in his throat. Of course she could lick it. Of Course. And so he taught her something new. He taught her to cover her teeth with her lips and to suck on her way down. He taught her to use her hand at the base and her mouth at the tip. He taught her that if anyone turned up their nose because she wanted to spit, then they weren’t worth her time to begin with. That last bit didn’t really matter though. She swallowed without question. Claimed spitting was quitting and let out the most gentle and innocent sounding giggle he had ever heard, his cum still on her lips.
He used his fingers on her again that night. And after she had finished, he got up and grabbed his camera. She was fully clothed but looked entirely fucked out, and Harry wanted to savor this moment forever. Her hair was spread on the pillow like a halo. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her mouth was wide open as she tried to catch her breath. She didn’t even hear the click of the camera the first few times he snapped a shot.
“You look beautiful, lovie. Want to remember you like this forever,” he had told her when she was concerned about the pictures. He promised not to ever show them to anyone else. Except her. He showed them to her. And he couldn’t help but notice the look on her face when she saw them. She seemed so happy with them, so proud of herself. It was easy for her to agree to let him keep them.
And it might be nice, she thought, to keep him around and get more of those kinds of pictures. To have a record kept of her in her most primal state. She looked ethereal, and she couldn’t deny it. She couldn’t help thinking of the pictures he might take if they were truly together. The pictures of their hands clasped together tightly next to her head. Or the ones looking up to her exposed neck as she rode him into the bed. But she brushed off those thoughts and they left as quickly as they had come.
But that’s why now, the fourth time they’ve done this, she was begging him to bring out his camera. Just for a few innocent shots, she had told herself and also him. He tried to deny her, knew that if he brought out the camera now then very quickly they would end up with shots that would only serve as his personal wank bank. But she talked him into it in her own sweet way.
He laid back, his body completely bare and his dick hard up against his stomach. She first gave it a gentle stroke, from the base up to the tip with an open hand. The touch was so gentle that Harry found himself shaking a bit, both from pleasure and lack of pleasure, as a chill ran through his body. Her magic touch was able to be too much but not enough at the same time. He didn’t teach her that. It’s not something you can learn.
She only gave the one stroke though, stopping and waiting for him to pull out the camera. He had managed to forget about it, somehow. But with her reminder he reached over to the end of the bed where the camera lay.
He watched her work through the lens of his camera. Giving her tips here and there and snapping as many pictures as he possibly could. Her brows were pushed together in concentration. His were pushed together as he willed himself not to finish to early, to savor the moment and the experience.
“Is this ok? Am I doing ok?” she asked timidly. His cock was in her hand, her tongue was wetting her lips as she readied to take him into her mouth.
“Yeah…s’good…so good.” He swallowed hard. “Beautiful too. You’re so…so pretty.”
She blushed a bit, looking away from his face and his camera lens.
“Wan’…wan’ya to put it in your mouth. Please babe.” He had to control himself to keep from whining. To keep from squirming. He was desperate for it. So hard he was leaking out of his bright red tip. So hard it almost hurt.
She followed his direction, taking him into her mouth, and he let out a loud sigh. She chuckled a bit, around his cock, which only gave him even more pleasure. His mind was starting to get foggy, but he managed to break through that enough to remember about the camera and snap a picture of her, mouth stuffed full with him. With his cock.
Her eyes were closed as she focused on the task at hand. Anna tried to remember all the tips which Harry had given her the week before. She had also done some research on her own, thanks to Cosmo online, and wanted to see if Harry noticed her new tricks. Lick over the part that connects the head to the base, it had told her. She tried it, one hand on his thigh, one on the base of his dick. She stopped the bobbing of her head for a moment to give it a try, leaving the head in her mouth and licking around the edge of it. The moan he let out was reward enough for her.
“Fuck, love. Where did ya’ learn tha’?” he asked her through a laugh.
She just shrugged and went back to work.
“No’ another guy, was it?”
“No, only you. Only your dick.” She blushed. The words came out dirtier than she intended, but neither of them really seemed to mind.
Harry shook his head, with a small laugh before moving his hand into her hair. He gripped tightly, not controlling her movements but making sure to leave a sense that if he wanted to, he could. He zoomed his camera in to the spot where his hand grasped her hair tightly. Then to the spot where her mouth was taking him in. Then to her face, with eyes closed and brow furrowed. Harry wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Love, love,” he tried to get her attention as her head continued to bob up and down his length. Finally, she acknowledged him with a small hum around his cock. The vibrations only set him off further, letting his head fall back onto the pillow hard.
“’M gonna cum, gonna cum.”
And then she did something he didn’t expect. She stopped moving at all. He let out a little whine, but she still didn’t budge. He tried to figure out what she was doing, but it only hit him when she moved her hand to his. She found the place where his hand was in her hair, and she pressed down a bit.
“Oh my god,” he mumbled, “yeh wan’ me to do it, yeah? T’fuck your mouth?” She hummed in approval, once again sending waves through his body. “Oh fuck, how’d I ge’ so lucky?”
So he held her hair even tighter in his grip, letting the camera fall to the wayside. He lifted his hips up into her mouth, slowly at first, and then a little bit faster. She whined a bit, clearly wanting more.
“Oh, wha’s that? You want more? I can give yeh more,” he smirked a dark sort of smirk before he lifted his hips at an impossible speed. He went faster, faster, faster.
As he came, he let out a long moan of her name. Eyes squeezed tight. Hips bucking hard into her mouth, before he finally started slowing. And when he opened his eyes, the only thought he could make sense of was that he should grab his camera.
Her eyes were still closed, mouth still open. His cum was dripping out, over her lips and down his cock. And fuck him if it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. She was breathing hard but making no attempt at moving her mouth away from him. She just stayed there, waiting for him to fully empty himself before giving a hard swallow.
With cum still dribbling out of his cock ever so slowly, he reached over for the camera and snapped a picture. He snapped a few pictures, actually. And another when she swallowed. And another when she let him, now a bit limp, fall out of her mouth. And another when she finally opened her eyes with a smirk on her face. And another when her teeth bit into her lower lip.
“Was that ok?” She practically whispered it. Harry wasn’t quite sure he had actually heard her say it. Thought it might have been his imagination.
“Was amazing,” he told her. He put the camera down next to him and move his hand to grab onto hers. He gave a little squeeze. “Now s’your turn, yea?”
He sat up and made a move to switch places with her like they had done in the past. No kissing so hard she couldn’t help but fall backwards. No guiding her hips with a gentle touch of his hand. No crawling over her body with his eyes drinking her in. No matter how much Harry wanted – craved – those kinds of things, he knew that wasn’t what they were doing. In the moment, things were amazing. But between actions, it felt almost mechanical.
She didn’t switch places right away though. Anna reached for the camera, now forgotten by Harry on the edge of the bed.
“Oh, yeh wanna see?” he asked with his eyebrows raised and his head cocked to the side. “Look beautiful in ‘em.”
Harry grabbed the camera and sat back against the headboard, moving the little dial so they could start at the beginning and look at the pictures together in order. Anna sat in between his legs, leaning back onto his naked chest with her head resting on his shoulder. The position was pretty normal for them, but the situation definitely was not. He was still naked, sweat drying on his chest and little bits of cum drying down his softening cock. He nearly let out a whine when she sat back into him and relaxed her body. But he held it together as best he could.
The two of them were silent as Harry scrolled through the pictures for her. It was all he could do to not get hard again just from looking at images of his dick in her mouth. He tried to gage her reaction to each of the pictures, but she kept a poker face. She almost looked concerned, brows furrowed with a little crease in the middle. He didn’t get any real reaction from her until they reached the last few shots and she let out a little gasp.
“’s that good? Or bad? I can…I can delete them if you want?” He didn’t want to delete them. He wanted to keep them forever. So months from now when she’s moved on to someone else he can still have the clear memory of this moment. So when he’s thinking about her late at night he can have something concrete to turn to.
“No, no, it’s... it’s good. They’re good. Really good… you’re good photographer Harry.”
“I had a good subject,” he shrugged with a smile. “’s your turn now, darling. Thought we could try something new? Hmm?” He rubbed his hand up and down her arm as he set the camera onto the night stand. “Wha’ d’ya say? Let me return the favor?”
He knew she was nervous about this. Nervous about letting him actually see her so up close. There was no hiding from him in this kind of thing. When he used just his fingers, he could look straight into her eyes and slide his hand underneath her pants. And truly, he didn’t mind it like that. He liked being able to really focus on her reactions to things. Liked being able to focus on the look on her face when he hit the right spot and save the image in his brain for later. But he was dying to get a good look at her, to see what he’s been dreaming about for weeks now. And he wanted to give her the kind of pleasure that she gave him. Wanted to take care of her as best he could.
“’m a bit nervous,” she told him. “S’like, what if it doesn’t look so pretty? What if it tastes funny? What if it’s…bad?” She was biting down her lip, arms wrapped around herself.
Harry shushed her a bit, rubbing his hands along her thighs to help relax her. He only realized after that it might have had the opposite effect.
“There’s no way,” he started. “No way you aren’t beautiful down there, you’re beautiful over every inch of your body, love. I promise. And I already know how you taste, yeah? Tasted you off my fingers last week, remember?”
Anna nodded slowly.
“You trust me, yeah?”
“Always.”
“Good. Now lemme take care o’ you, yeah?”
She was still hesitant – he could see that clearly. He didn’t want to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for, but he was pretty sure that she actually was ready for this.
“Can tell me to stop whenever you want, love. Jus’ relax. Le’ me make yeh feel good. Feel relaxed. Clear your mind, yeah?”
Anna finally nodded, and a smile spread over Harry’s face. He kissed the top of her head before moving his body out from behind her. He guided her to lay down and moved to hover above her.
His instincts told him to dive in and kiss her deep, but his self-control was strong. Instead, he leaned down and placed little kisses to her body. He started at her shoulder, then her collar bone. He was tempted to kiss right over her breasts but stopped himself and instead let his hot breaths wash over her chest. He kissed just below her bra line, just below her navel, and finally over to her hip. He looked up at her again, just to make sure they were on the same page.
“’m gonna take your pants off now, yea?” he told her softly. She nodded her head. He undid the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. “Lift up your hips,” he whispered. She followed his instructions and he helped to pull her pants down and over her feet, leaving her just in her panties.
Harry looked up at her again. She was biting down on her bottom lip, hard. Her hands were in fists with fabric from the sheets tied up tightly in her grasp. He could see her squeezing all of her muscles her taut.
“Lovie, look a’ me,” he said to her softly. She opened her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, and looked down at him. “’s jus’ me, yeah? Just Harry. ’m gonna take care o’ you. Gonna make yeh feel so good. But you have ‘ta relax. Relax your muscles or I can’t do m’ job. Can’t help you. Tha’s it…” he whispered as she slowly started to relax her body. “Good girl.” He noticed her blush at those words, and truthfully, he hadn’t really meant to say them. But her reaction was good, so he didn’t dwell on it further.
Harry ran his hands up and down her thighs, working to calm her body. When she reached a point where her breathing had leveled and her heart rate was normal, he decided it was time to get started.
He spread her thighs further open, looking up into her eyes the entire time. She was wearing blue panties – a thong with small flowers on the waistband. He placed a small kiss to her mound and could hear her breath hitch in her throat. Then Harry moved down to kiss right above her clit, giving the area a little bit of a suck through her panties.
Harry was going slow, but not just because he wanted to keep Anna comfortable. He was doing it for himself, too. He wanted to savor every moment of this. Knew that he wouldn’t have too many more opportunities to do these kinds of things and wanted to make the most of the time he did have. One day, probably soon, she would find a boy with a deep voice and broad shoulders and a gentle laugh and she would leave Harry in the dust.
He used a gentle finger to stroke up and down over her pussy a few times, and he could hear the little tiny squeak she let out as he did so. “Y’like tha’?” he teased her. “Can give yeh more o’ tha’, yeah?”
Harry first pushed her panties to the side, making room for his finger to actually trace up and down her folds. She let out a deep sigh, and he recognized it as the noise she made when she was trying not to moan. He only smirked, but continued what he was doing, spreading her wetness around.
“Gonna take this off now, yeah?” Harry tugged at the waistband of her panties, and Anna nodded her head, giving him permission. He dragged them down her legs – almost too slowly – before throwing them somewhere behind him. Then he leaned down and took her legs into his hands, moving them onto his shoulders so he could have the best possible angle to please her.
“Pretty,” he whispered to her before blowing a little bit of cool air over her. “So pretty… beautiful girl…been hiding from me this whole time.”
He could see that her eyes were closed, her head was back on her pillow, and her fingers were shaking in anticipation. He didn’t make her wait any longer, diving right in. He started out gentle, licking up and down her folds before finding her clit and giving it a little flick with the tip of his tongue. Pretty soon though, he was sucking down onto it hard, two fingers diving deep into her pussy as he searched for her g-spot.
“Ah, there it is,” he chuckled when she let out a particularly strained whine.
She never truly moaned. He wasn’t sure if she was holding herself back, or if she was just quiet in bed. But either way, he was determined to make her moan his name sooner or later. Maybe more for his own benefit than for hers. He dreamt about his name rolling off her tongue in a moment like this for weeks now.
He kept at it, pleasing her as best he could. Soon, she started bucking her hips and digging her finger tips into his hair. Her breathing became more erratic and he could tell that she was getting close – could feel her walls clenching around his fingers as he sucked and rubbed in her most sensitive places.
When she finally came, it was with quite a force. Her left hand stayed in his hair but grabbed even tighter than it already was. Her right hand flew out to the side, grasping the pillow next to her as she searched for something, anything to hold on to and ground her. He didn’t let up with his sucking and stroking until she came down from her high and whined at the oversensitivity.
He removed his fingers, giving a few more licks around the area to clean her up, but also to taste as much of her as he could. She tasted incredible. He thought her juices were so delicious they might as well be a drug. Sure made him feel high.
As they cuddled together after the fourth time he had “taught” her, he hummed a tune under his breath. It was something he had been working on for a while but hadn’t found quite the right words for yet. Her body was particularly pliant against his. Anna let him adjust them both before bringing the blanket over their spooning bodies.
Anna picked out a new documentary on Netflix – they had finished the one about the Oregon cult last week. This one followed the lives of several serial killers. They chatted for a bit, picking up where they left off over pizza. She’d had a stressful couple of weeks. Transferring schools this late in the game had put a lot of pressure on her.
“Not enough pressure to make you go crazy like this guy, right?” Harry teased, nodding his head towards the TV and a serial killer from Alabama.
“No, not quite that much,” she laughed back. It was silent for a moment before she spoke again. “Helps when I’m here,” she started. “With you. Like… dinner and drinks and talking and stuff too but mostly…mostly when we’re doing… stuff. Makes me feel good. Feel calm. Calmer. Keeps my mind from wandering off too far.”
He couldn’t help but smile as he pushed his face into the back of her neck. He was so thrilled but why she had admitted to him, it was all he could do to hold it together and not pop another stiffy just from the thought of her enjoying their time together so much.
“Could help yeh even more, if yeh wanted,” he told her. “Not sure if you would want to… if you’d feel ready too… but I’ve got a couple o’ tricks up m’sleeve. Tricks that could help you escape all that pressure.”
He didn’t explain any further, and she didn’t ask. Just hummed in affirmation. Maybe next time he would bring out something new. They had done almost everything by this point. Well everything except actual sex and also kissing.
They didn’t talk anymore after that, just laid together in silence as the documentary played itself out. She fell asleep with her head lying on his left arm and her hand joined with his right, resting over her stomach.
Thursdays are always rough for Harry with a full day of classes, and the Thursday after that night was no differen. He had a rough day. A midterm he didn’t study enough for, an essay that he bullshitted his way through, and a photography project which wasn’t actually ready to be turned in. So when the day was over all he wanted to do was get back home and flop down on his bed so he could close his eyes for a few hours and forget about everything terrible in the world.
But that’s not really what happened. He walked through the doors of his frat house only to find too many people milling around for his liking. He was already cranky, he didn’t need to be surrounded by people. Thursday. Thursday nights are committee meetings and every brother that’s on any kind of committee within the frat meets at the house at 6:30, which gave Harry about two and a half hours to himself before he had to pretend to care about really creepy ritual. He intended to spend that entire time sleeping in his bed.
He took a quick pitstop in the kitchen to grab a banana before taking the stairs two at a time up to his room on the third floor. Harry gave a nod to a few of the guys but didn’t pay much attention to them. Not until he reached his hallway and noticed a small crowd of guys standing outside of Jake’s door, chuckling.
After throwing his backpack down in his room, he made his way back over to the gathering down the way.
“Wha’s going on?”
“Jake’s got a girl in there, dude,” one of the brothers, Daniel, answered. Harry only raised his eyebrows. Jake didn’t bring girls over very often.
“Oh bro, I think that’s your girl in there!” responded another, Eli.
Harry cocked his head. “I don’t have a girl, what are you talking about?”
Daniel snickered. “Well why don’t you go in a check, then?”
Harry furrowed his brow. He racked his brain for every girl he had ever brought over to the house for a party, a formal, a date dash, anything. He couldn’t think of anyone that would even know Jake.
He reached forward and opened the door, looking behind him at the other guys as he did so. But he knew immediately who it was.
“Harry!” Anna called back at him.
Harry looked into the room. They had class notes sprawled out on the floor, but it was clear that they had long since been ignored. Her computer had been left alone long enough that the picture of her childhood treehouse which had been her desktop for years had gone black. Jake’s dirty laundry piled up in one corner and his clean laundry rested in just as high a pile in the other.
When he dared to look up to the bed, Harry saw the two of them with their faces still close. Her head was lying on Jake’s pillow, her hair spread out like a halo around her head. She looked ethereal. But Jake very much on top of her diminished the effect.
Her legs were wide and he was situated between them, their chests touching. Anna was still fully clothed, but Jake’s hands were traveling up her sides and underneath her shirt. Harry’s hands had been there on Wednesday. His lips had been there on Wednesday. His lips had been even lower on her body.
Anna’s eyes went wide when Harry opened the door. They only barely made eye contact before she had yelled out his name and looked away, her cheeks turning bright red.
“Bro, get out of here!” Jake called back at Harry. He was angry, really angry.
“I um…sorry. I’ll see ya,” he mumbled before walking out.
The other guys were silent as they watched Harry mope back down the hallway and into his room. Jake slammed the door behind him.
A few minutes passed. Harry took off his pants and his shirt and crawled into bed. His heavy comforter covered his head and he pressed his face down into his pillow as hard as he could. He tried to block out everything else. He tried to cloud himself in silence. But the other guys had taken to snickering outside in the hallway again.
Harry heard a few soft knocks on his door. “H? You in there?”
He didn’t respond.
“I – we were working on a project.”
Still nothing.
“We’re in that intro to Soc class together. We have to make a presentation on breaking down the barriers of a social group. We picked the frat. We worked on it for two hours, but we got bored and started talking.”
Silence.
“We um…we only kissed.” A pause. “Guys, go away, I need to talk to him!” she shouted at the other brothers in the hallway.
Harry could hear their steps as they walked away, down the hall.
“You and I haven’t kissed.”
He didn’t need the reminder.
“I… I still love you Harry. You’re my best friend, you know that, right?”
Harry squeezed his eyes together to try and keep a tear from falling, but it had the adverse effect. Once one fell out of his eyes, it was like the dam was broken. His lip was wobbling and he sniffed his nose a few times. He hoped Anna couldn’t hear him from the other side of the door, but she probably could.
“I’ll see you Wednesday, ok?”
Harry felt like he was holding his breath. He didn’t want her to know that he was crying. He didn’t even know why he was crying. This was the whole point, wasn’t it? For him to teach her things so she could build confidence and take it to other guys. And Jake was a brother, so she could’ve chosen worse. But she didn’t even tell him. He didn’t know they were in a class together, he didn’t know she had a project. He didn’t know that she would be down the hall from him this afternoon, in bed with a guy that wasn’t him.
Eventually, she must have gotten tired of waiting. He heard her walk away, and then he counted to one hundred. Only then did he truly let himself cry as hard as he wanted to.
