One Shots
Lia & Harry (Rough/Romantic & Dirty)
“Make a wish!”
“Harry, come on, I’m going to be late for curfew.”
He grabs my arm as I start to walk back to the car and points at the sky.
“Lia, make a wish; It’s a shooting star!”
I sigh deeply and close my eyes to appease him. I raise my head to the sky and try to come up with something. Honestly, I’m pretty happy. Harry is the greatest best friend anyone could ask for and last week the guy I’ve liked for years asked me to go to the football game with him next week. I’m on cloud nine. Harry doesn’t like him much, but I think he’s just afraid I’ll start ditching him to be with Ethan, but I could never do that. I decide to wish that I can stay this happy. I open my eyes and glance over at Harry. His eyes are still shut and I giggle at his concentration. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks at me.
“Stop laughing at me!”
“I’m not. You’re just so cute when you get excited.”
He sticks his tongue out at me and I return the action playfully. He places his hands on my waist and starts to tickle me until I fall over in the meadow. He softens my fall by holding on to me, but resumes tickling me on the gentle grass.
“Harry! Please! I can’t breathe!”
I speak between laughs and he eventually rolls off of me and lays next to me on the ground.
“What’d you wish for?”
“Lia! I can’t tell you that! It won’t come true.”
I smile, knowing he’s being completely serious.
“So when are you going to get over that idiot?”
“Ethan is a very nice guy. I don’t know what your problem is.”
“My problem is him.”
“I got that.”
I roll my eyes playfully and he turns onto his side to face me, resting his head in his hand. He really is beautiful. He’s obviously deep in thought and I wonder what could possibly be going through his mind. He always has something interesting to say, which makes him fun to be around. He gazes into my eyes and my brow ruffles as I try to place the emotion on his face. Sadness? Confusion? Desire? His expression fits all three.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Harry, I know you. It’s not nothing.”
He picks at the grass between us and finally stops, resting his hand on the ground.
“It’s a girl.”
For some reason, a pang of jealousy rushes through me. What girl? He hasn’t mentioned anyone
in months.
“Who? Do I know her?”
“Sure, you could say that.”
“Well, what’s the problem?”
“She doesn’t think of me in that way.”
Oh. Why do I feel relieved? I have no right to be against Harry dating. We’re best friends, plus I
was practically dating someone myself.
“Are you sure? I mean, look at you. How could she not?”
His eyes shoot up and stare into mine as a huge grin forms on his face.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Harry! Yes, I do! You’re hot,” I feel like I should talk him up a little more, “plus, you’re the best
person I know and has she ever heard you sing? You’re the full package.”
He blushes and stares at the ground. Suddenly his face grows serious and his eyes meet mine once again. I can tell, even in the moonlight, that his eyes are darker, his pupils growing and overtaking the green. He breathes in deeply and leans toward me, stopping inches from my face. A chill runs down my spine and I feel my body gravitate towards him. I always feel some tension when we get close, but I immediately push it aside, reminding myself that we are only friends. But, right now, in this moment, I don’t think I can hold back. I close the gap between us, lightly brushing my lips against his, at which point he wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. I deepen the kiss as he slips his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around behind my lips and I run my fingers through his hair. After a few minutes of uninterrupted desire, I break away reluctantly.
“Oh my god, what just happened?”
I don’t move away from him; I just wait for his answer.
“I don’t know, but it was amazing.”
Instead of speaking anymore, I follow my instinct and kiss him again, this time pushing my body into his, making him groan lightly into my mouth. I’m surprised by the effect I have on him and know I’m going to enjoy this. Every time his hand reaches for my backside, I swat it away playfully, eventually pinning his hands down above his head. I know that he can easily pull them back, being much stronger than I am, but it’s fun teasing him. After a few minutes, he get’s tired of my games and pulls his arms back, wrapping them around me and flipping me over so that he is hovering above me.
“You’re going to get it for teasing me like that.”
He winks at me and I bite my lip, preparing myself for whatever he’s planning. He pulls his shirt over his head and motions for me to lift my head so he can place it there. I lay back onto it and he starts to unbutton my shirt. He does so slowly, kissing my skin as it’s slowly revealed. Once my shirt is undone, he leaves it on, which I’m thankful for because the grass is itchy. Next, he undoes my shorts and slides them off of my legs, placing them under my arched hips. He leans over me and pulls my legs apart, kissing the insides of my thighs softly, making my breathing hitch as I beg for more. He brings his fingers to my panties and traces the lines they make along my sex. He’s really enjoying teasing me and I whimper so he knows I’m growing impatient. Finally, he leans down farther and kisses my core through my underwear.
“Mmm. I can already tell you’re wet.”
I nod my head frantically, wanting him to continue. He roughly pulls my panties aside and meets his mouth with my clit, attacking it with his tongue. My head rolls back in pleasure and I reach between my legs, gripping his hair and pushing him toward me more. I moan loudly, so thankful we’re in the middle of nowhere. He brings his other hand up and rubs two fingers around my entrance, eventually pushing them in, making me lift my hips to meet his touch. He pumps two fingers in and out so that I am panting uncontrollably. I can’t believe how right it feels, but I still want more.
“Harry, please. Fuck me. Hard.”
He stops everything that he is doing and looks at me devilishly. He stands up, removing his pants and tossing them aside, doing the same with his boxers. I only see his shadow as he is blocking the moon, but he looks glorious. He joins me once again and yanks my underwear off, tossing them pretty far. I don’t plan on looking for them later. He lays on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows as he kisses me desperately. I feel his erection on my thigh and I long to feel him even closer. He lines himself up to my entrance and slowly guides into me, letting out a deep breath as I hold mine in slight pain. His big. Much bigger than I thought. He enters me fully and stays there, pushing my hair aside and kissing my forehead as I adjust.
“I’m good now.”
“Hold on tight, love.”
I take his suggestion literally and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine as he begins to thrust steadily and harshly. I moan loudly, feeling free and comfortable. Harry’s thrusts get faster and the pleasure becomes unbearable. My body convulses every now and then, my lips quivering at his touch. I know I won’t last longer and I can feel his movement become sloppy.
“Lia! Oh, fuck. You feel so good. I’m close.”
“Me, too!”
The thrusts slow a bit and our lips meet again. I feel as though sparks are flying as our bodies move in unison. I moan loudly as I come undone around him, shaking involuntarily. Harry follows me, screaming my name over and over before eventually collapsing on top of me. Our clammy bodies stay together as we both catch our breath and regain consciousness. He lifts his head up and kisses my forehead.
“Lia, what did you wish for?”
“I thought you said we couldn’t say!”
“Well, it doesn’t matter now. Mine already came true.”
“Harry, come on, I’m going to be late for curfew.”
He grabs my arm as I start to walk back to the car and points at the sky.
“Lia, make a wish; It’s a shooting star!”
I sigh deeply and close my eyes to appease him. I raise my head to the sky and try to come up with something. Honestly, I’m pretty happy. Harry is the greatest best friend anyone could ask for and last week the guy I’ve liked for years asked me to go to the football game with him next week. I’m on cloud nine. Harry doesn’t like him much, but I think he’s just afraid I’ll start ditching him to be with Ethan, but I could never do that. I decide to wish that I can stay this happy. I open my eyes and glance over at Harry. His eyes are still shut and I giggle at his concentration. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks at me.
“Stop laughing at me!”
“I’m not. You’re just so cute when you get excited.”
He sticks his tongue out at me and I return the action playfully. He places his hands on my waist and starts to tickle me until I fall over in the meadow. He softens my fall by holding on to me, but resumes tickling me on the gentle grass.
“Harry! Please! I can’t breathe!”
I speak between laughs and he eventually rolls off of me and lays next to me on the ground.
“What’d you wish for?”
“Lia! I can’t tell you that! It won’t come true.”
I smile, knowing he’s being completely serious.
“So when are you going to get over that idiot?”
“Ethan is a very nice guy. I don’t know what your problem is.”
“My problem is him.”
“I got that.”
I roll my eyes playfully and he turns onto his side to face me, resting his head in his hand. He really is beautiful. He’s obviously deep in thought and I wonder what could possibly be going through his mind. He always has something interesting to say, which makes him fun to be around. He gazes into my eyes and my brow ruffles as I try to place the emotion on his face. Sadness? Confusion? Desire? His expression fits all three.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Harry, I know you. It’s not nothing.”
He picks at the grass between us and finally stops, resting his hand on the ground.
“It’s a girl.”
For some reason, a pang of jealousy rushes through me. What girl? He hasn’t mentioned anyone
in months.
“Who? Do I know her?”
“Sure, you could say that.”
“Well, what’s the problem?”
“She doesn’t think of me in that way.”
Oh. Why do I feel relieved? I have no right to be against Harry dating. We’re best friends, plus I
was practically dating someone myself.
“Are you sure? I mean, look at you. How could she not?”
His eyes shoot up and stare into mine as a huge grin forms on his face.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Harry! Yes, I do! You’re hot,” I feel like I should talk him up a little more, “plus, you’re the best
person I know and has she ever heard you sing? You’re the full package.”
He blushes and stares at the ground. Suddenly his face grows serious and his eyes meet mine once again. I can tell, even in the moonlight, that his eyes are darker, his pupils growing and overtaking the green. He breathes in deeply and leans toward me, stopping inches from my face. A chill runs down my spine and I feel my body gravitate towards him. I always feel some tension when we get close, but I immediately push it aside, reminding myself that we are only friends. But, right now, in this moment, I don’t think I can hold back. I close the gap between us, lightly brushing my lips against his, at which point he wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. I deepen the kiss as he slips his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around behind my lips and I run my fingers through his hair. After a few minutes of uninterrupted desire, I break away reluctantly.
“Oh my god, what just happened?”
I don’t move away from him; I just wait for his answer.
“I don’t know, but it was amazing.”
Instead of speaking anymore, I follow my instinct and kiss him again, this time pushing my body into his, making him groan lightly into my mouth. I’m surprised by the effect I have on him and know I’m going to enjoy this. Every time his hand reaches for my backside, I swat it away playfully, eventually pinning his hands down above his head. I know that he can easily pull them back, being much stronger than I am, but it’s fun teasing him. After a few minutes, he get’s tired of my games and pulls his arms back, wrapping them around me and flipping me over so that he is hovering above me.
“You’re going to get it for teasing me like that.”
He winks at me and I bite my lip, preparing myself for whatever he’s planning. He pulls his shirt over his head and motions for me to lift my head so he can place it there. I lay back onto it and he starts to unbutton my shirt. He does so slowly, kissing my skin as it’s slowly revealed. Once my shirt is undone, he leaves it on, which I’m thankful for because the grass is itchy. Next, he undoes my shorts and slides them off of my legs, placing them under my arched hips. He leans over me and pulls my legs apart, kissing the insides of my thighs softly, making my breathing hitch as I beg for more. He brings his fingers to my panties and traces the lines they make along my sex. He’s really enjoying teasing me and I whimper so he knows I’m growing impatient. Finally, he leans down farther and kisses my core through my underwear.
“Mmm. I can already tell you’re wet.”
I nod my head frantically, wanting him to continue. He roughly pulls my panties aside and meets his mouth with my clit, attacking it with his tongue. My head rolls back in pleasure and I reach between my legs, gripping his hair and pushing him toward me more. I moan loudly, so thankful we’re in the middle of nowhere. He brings his other hand up and rubs two fingers around my entrance, eventually pushing them in, making me lift my hips to meet his touch. He pumps two fingers in and out so that I am panting uncontrollably. I can’t believe how right it feels, but I still want more.
“Harry, please. Fuck me. Hard.”
He stops everything that he is doing and looks at me devilishly. He stands up, removing his pants and tossing them aside, doing the same with his boxers. I only see his shadow as he is blocking the moon, but he looks glorious. He joins me once again and yanks my underwear off, tossing them pretty far. I don’t plan on looking for them later. He lays on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows as he kisses me desperately. I feel his erection on my thigh and I long to feel him even closer. He lines himself up to my entrance and slowly guides into me, letting out a deep breath as I hold mine in slight pain. His big. Much bigger than I thought. He enters me fully and stays there, pushing my hair aside and kissing my forehead as I adjust.
“I’m good now.”
“Hold on tight, love.”
I take his suggestion literally and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine as he begins to thrust steadily and harshly. I moan loudly, feeling free and comfortable. Harry’s thrusts get faster and the pleasure becomes unbearable. My body convulses every now and then, my lips quivering at his touch. I know I won’t last longer and I can feel his movement become sloppy.
“Lia! Oh, fuck. You feel so good. I’m close.”
“Me, too!”
The thrusts slow a bit and our lips meet again. I feel as though sparks are flying as our bodies move in unison. I moan loudly as I come undone around him, shaking involuntarily. Harry follows me, screaming my name over and over before eventually collapsing on top of me. Our clammy bodies stay together as we both catch our breath and regain consciousness. He lifts his head up and kisses my forehead.
“Lia, what did you wish for?”
“I thought you said we couldn’t say!”
“Well, it doesn’t matter now. Mine already came true.”
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