Authors note: I know it’s been a really long time since I released anything but here we are! The hyped up virgin!harry fic! A huge thank you to @sweetcreatureinthedark for all the help in editing and making this fic what it is now! I love you 💕💕
featuring: smut, blowjob, cursing obviously, I think that’s it??
Harry wasn’t exactly popular in high school. He was the quiet one who would simply get his work done and go home so he could play music or write poems. His social life wasn’t all that intense until a bubbly girl with a bright smile bounced into his chemistry class.
Ever since that day the beautiful girl loaned him a pencil, Harry was whipped.
Barely a month after their first meeting, Harry and Y/N became attached at the hip, spending every lunch period, spare and after school time together. After the first month of being best friends, Y/N got tired of waiting for the sweet curly-haired boy to ask her out, so she had to make a move on her own. During study hall one day, Harry had been waiting for Y/N in the back of the library, only to see her bounce inside with bright red lipstick and excitement in her words. “Harold!” she sang as she sat beside him, leaning over and smiling wider than before. “I have something for you, close your eyes, m’kay?” Harry raised an eyebrow suspiciously but simply let her do what she needed to do.
His eyes closed softly and without a delay, her lips were on his. The feeling was very new, Harry hadn’t kissed anyone before. Her lips were so soft, he had no idea how to react.
Harry tried to move against her but it was kind of awkward and messy. Y/N giggled shyly and moved away. “Sorry! I had to," she paused, feeling his reaction before continuing to ramble. "I felt like we were there, but we’re not, I guess." Y/N rocked on her heels anxiously, "I’m sorry! Don't let me make this weird.”
Harry listened to her babble, trying to calm her down, reaching for her arm with a soothing yet nervous tone. “It’s not that. No, um, I actually," Harry paused, trying to figure out how to word this confession, "I quite enjoyed that. I just didn’t, I’ve never -"
“You’ve never been kissed?” Y/N cut him off with a louder exclamation than she meant to.
“Little louder, petal, don’t think the history wing heard you,” Harry blushed, gently tugging her hand to move him closer to her, his cheeks flushed as he looked away from her and around the room.
Throughout the afternoon of studying, Harry’s fingers kept travelling up to his lips, tracing where they had met hers. As the days passed, Harry found himself daydreaming about the way her lips felt against his, how he would kill to feel that all the time. Meanwhile, Y/N found herself remembering fondly how adorable Harry looked with her red lipstick smudged across his lips and a deep blush in his cheeks, how cute he would look with a collection of her lipsticks smeared upon his lips and chin.
The relationship between Harry and Y/N wasn’t much different after the incident in the library, though the two were increasingly affectionate in public settings, which was new. Instead of walking alongside each other with arms almost touching, Y/N would sneak their hands together, her fingers laced through his, prompting a blush to take over Harry’s cheeks and nose. 'Movie Night Fridays' was the first promise Harry and Y/N had made to each other that alluded to something more than friends. Casually sitting around her bedroom after the first time he had gone to her house to work on a chemistry project, he mentioned that his weekends were always too boring. Taking his hint, Y/N proposed that they'd watch an awful 'chick flick' (although Harry found that term quite demeaning) and then fall asleep eating cheap pizza and an arrangement of their favorite snacks. That first week after the kiss, 'Movie Night Friday' was seemingly better than any other. On occasion, YN would cuddle herself into Harry's side, claiming that she was a bit too cold and he was warm.
Now, a week and a kiss later, YN was tucked right into Harry's side, and his heart was beating unusually fast. Her lips were so inviting to him, he just wanted to taste them again. Harry wasn’t paying much attention to the horrid movie playing ahead, instead, he spent his time just looking at how Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered when she blinked, at how her nose crinkled at corny jokes from the main characters on screen. Harry had abandoned his attention to the movie, opting instead to admire the beautiful girl attached to his hip. There was something about the way she appeared when she was interested in a movie, eyebrows drawn together in a focused manner, her expertly painted nude lips pulled between her teeth as an exciting scene unfolded in front of her.
YN also used the dark room to her advantage, especially on the occasion that Harry turned away. Her eyes danced across his soft features, the lips that she had felt against hers in the library, the nose that she often tapped with her finger to tease him, the eyelashes that she openly envied. All of the beautiful things about him seemed to stand out even more in the state she was in. YN was trying, she really was, but every time she saw Harry’s tongue dart out to wet his flushed lips, her heart skipped a beat.
She couldn’t take it anymore, she decided. Making some sort of move felt like her best option to have her lips on his. “Ba-," she quips, a pet name almost slipped out as she spoke to get his attention. "Harry?” Upon hearing his name, Harry turned his head to face YN, smiling at the delicate expression she had on her face.
“Yeah?” he replied softly, not expecting what would come next.
As if in slow motion, Y/N brought her hands up to cup his soft jaw and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was different than the one they shared in the library. The two simply absorbed one another’s breaths. Harry reluctantly broke the kiss and looked at YN below him, her lips slick and swollen, her eyes glossed over.
“What was that for?” he asked sheepishly, she simply giggled and pressed a soft peck to his lips once more.
“May I?” she asked softly, gesturing to straddle his lap. He nodded nervously, pulling her up onto his thighs.
“You’re pretty," Harry let out a whispered compliment, using the hand that wasn’t resting extremely softly on her waist to hesitantly coax her into another kiss.
“You’re pretty, too, Harry,” YN whispered against his lips, slowly disconnecting and eyeing over his face. Much to his displeasure, she could feel him begin stirring in his sweats, the grey material contrasting against her skin. He could be felt against her inner thigh, causing a smile to break onto her attempt at a sultry expression. Her confidence shocked him and his inexperience, unsure of how to speak to her in such a sensual way. “I liked the kiss, too," YN whispered before nibbling on his ear. "Maybe just as much as you."
Harry could barely hold himself together, his boner aching against the soft material of his pants while his heart almost exploded out of his sweaty chest. "You did?"
"Could help you with it, if you want."
“Help? You wanna," Harry gulps, trying to maintain his composure, "help me? As in...” His words came out in whimpers, almost involuntary in their sound. This was the closest anyone had ever been to him and he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it.
“Have a few things we could do, if you’re okay with it. I want to,” Y/N spoke, her confidence increasing quicker as Harry’s shaft nudged against her thigh.
“Do you mean?" Harry tilts his head suggestively, his hands were clammy against her skin. "I’ve never done that or much of anything. You were my first kiss and, um, I -," Harry babbled typically, only to be cut off by her thumb against his lips.
“I can just," YN sighs, unsure of how to word what she is implying, "help you out? Doesn't have to be sex, right now.” Her lips pressed to his neck and the skin behind his ear, coaxing a whimper from his swollen lips. “I was thinking if you’re up for it, I could go down on you." Her mouth immediately stopped moving on his skin and her eyes met his, trying to gauge his reaction. "I don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable though.” Y/N was trying so hard to be careful and attentive, but she really just wanted his cock in her mouth. She hadn’t seen him naked before, feeling him against her was making her mind travel to the dirtiest of places, and she was impressed.
Harry nearly choked on air hearing those words. She wanted to put him in her mouth? She wanted to suck him off? This couldn’t be happening. “Oh no, if you want to I’d love," Harry stops himself, already probably sounding too eager. "I mean, you can if you want to. I can just leave, actually, and um, we can forget about this. You shouldn’t feel pressured just because I’m -." Harry cut himself off with a high pitched moan he didn’t know he could make as he felt Y/N’s hand press against his clothed hard-on. “Or, or you can! I mean,” he breathed, his babbles masked by how much heavier he was breathing, more than he thought was possible.
Y/N slowly moved down his body, sinking to her knees in front of him. “Did you want me to take off my shirt? That’s something I’ve heard of and I don’t know,” Harry questioned, fumbling with the hem of his soft tee.
“You do whatever feels right, I can take off mine if you’d like. It's, y'know, something to look at?” Y/N offered, taking one of his clammy hands in hers.
Harry shook his head. “You don’t have to. Don’t take that as me not wanting to see your boobs, because, God, I’m sure they’re fantastic, I just," he mutters, trying to hold his voice deeper than a high-pitched whimper. "We’ve only kissed, and you’re about to blow me. I'm so, fuck.”
Harry finished his anxious sentence with a moan as Y/N nudged his hips up and pulled his sweats and boxers down, releasing his cock from the cotton confines.
Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of him. He was even bigger than she had thought, than she had felt, and it was pretty. His head was a shimmering deep red colour just begging to be touched, leaking from the stimulation of her hand on him. “Okay, baby, I’m gonna go slow for you," she whispered reassuringly before kissing his inner thigh softly.
Being cautious so she didn’t scare him away, y/n pressed a feather-light kiss onto his tip before leaving the same down the underside of his shaft. “Just breathe baby, I’m gonna make you feel good.” Harry shuddered at the feeling mixed with the sultry tone of his best friend’s voice. A collection of high pitched whimpers and deep groans escaped Harry’s lips as he felt the warmth of y/n’s mouth on him.
As soon as she wrapped her lips around the leaky head and hollowed her cheeks slightly, Harry was about to burst. “Fuck! I’m gonna- I’m sorry but I’m definitely not gonna last!” There was a whine behind his words as he gripped the couch beside him, close to letting go. “It’s okay baby, I know.” Y/n reassured him between sucks. She began bobbing her head slowly and Harry was a goner.
“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming!“ He moaned out as his seed spilled into Y/n’s mouth. She moaned softly around him as he came, swallowing all of him. “Was that good for you?” Y/n asked him, a small hint of sarcasm behind her words. “Yes. Yes! Fuck yes it was.” Harry answered eagerly, still catching his breath.
After he calmed down, Harry pulled his pants back up slowly, wincing at the feeling of fabric against his still sensitive shaft. “Uhm...best friends don’t do that kind of stuff...right?” He questioned, hoping he could get some kind of answer. He really liked y/n, always had, and she obviously liked him a little bit, right? She was just on her knees for him, she HAS to like him. “I’m still your best friend, Harry. But, we can be more if you want?” Y/n responded to him, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “More? Like...you and I could be-?” He cut himself off, not sure what word y/n would classify them as. “Dating, Harold. I can be your girlfriend.” She giggled at his nerves, kissing him softly once more.
“Holy shit! I have a girlfriend!” Harry chuckled in disbelief and kissed his girlfriend again.
