You were at Harry’s flat sitting with him on the couch. You were perfectly happy watching him, he was adorable. He bit his lip, concentrating on some video game that he was playing. The way his curls hung in front of his eyes, and how his arms flexed with every movement he made were breathtaking, but then there were his hands. His perfect hands. You often found yourself intrigued by them. The way they moved, their size, the way that his veins slowed a little more when his used them. You bit your lip, staring at them with awe. They were just incredibly attractive, he was incredibly attractive. You couldn’t stop thinking about all the things that Harry could do with those large hands, with those long, strong fingers. “What?” Harry asks looking up at you inquisitivly with his breathtakingly emerald eyes. “No-nothing,” you stammer coming back to Earth. “Come on babe, what?” he says obviously not going to let it go until he knows. “It’s just, your hands,” you tell him. He looks down at them confused. “Is there something wrong with them?” he asks puzzled. “No, no nothing is wrong with them.” “Then what?” he asks playfully pulling you onto his lap. “I don’t know, I just find them mesmerizing,” you say trailing off. ‘Oh great,’ you think to yourself. He is going to think you are the hugest freak now. “Mesmerizing, is that so?” he asks, still a little confused, “care to explain what you mean?” You nod at him, biting your lip again before speaking, “I think their hot,” you finally manage to say. “You do?” he says with a cheeky smile forming on his lips, and pushing you off his lap back onto the couch. “Can you tell me what you want them to do?” he asks starting to message your thighs with his thumbs before he spreads your legs. You let out a moan, and look into his eyes which are now a forest green, darkened with his lust. His fingertips are now at your panties. He softly rubs his fingers over the wet fabric. “Babe, you’re really wet,” he says as he slides off your underwear. He runs his fingers over the outside of your soaked pussy, but doesn’t enter you or touch your clit which is aching for his fingers. “Harry, just do something,” you say your body stiffening from the anticipation. “Where are your manors?” he asks stopping the movement of his fingers. “Please,” you whisper. He smiles before slowly inserting two of his long fingers into you. You and him hadn’t had sex yet, so you were pretty tight, and it hurt a little, but after a few thrusts of his fingers it started to feel better. Right when you were just starting to get used to the feeling though he added another finger. “Ah!” you cry out with surprise and pain. “Shh babe, just relax. It will feel better soon,” he says caressing your face with his free hand. He was right, it did feel better soon after. It started to feel amazing, then he kicked it up a notch. Taking the hand that cradled your face, he licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit, rubbing harshly at it. “Harry!” you say arching your back, “I’m going to cum!” “It’s alright, cum for me baby. Cum for me now,” he commands and you do. You feel yourself unwind, soaking his fingers further. After a few seconds you slowly open your eyes. He smiles at you, and kisses your forehead. “Thanks,” you say not really knowing what to say, you mind fuzzy from what just happened. “Glad I could give you a hand,” he said cracking a lame joke that earned him a playful punch to his arm.

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