Innocent Boy [16+]

It's funny, really. Very weird as well, isn't it weird how the girl is the bad one and the boy is the good one? Isn't it weird how the girl is the perverted one and how the boy is the innocent one? Isn't it weird how a girl can change a boy's personality and his looks? Well, let's just say this girl can do anything.

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6. Chapter 6

Mealotte’s POV*

 

A/N You guys are so funny! But you guys need to calm down there a fuckin’ tad. Shhh, no one’s going to lose their virginity. Possibly. But I hope you read the A/Ns I’ve been giving! Bye, and go read.

 

Matthew and I’s heads jerked up as a knock on the door sounded around the room. “Guys? We’re waiting for you two.” Harry sang softly against the door, I bet he was peeking from under the door, pervert. I’m joking, I’m joking.

 

“Just wait please.” I replied, pushing Matthew’s head out of the way with a giggle, standing up and running into the bathroom where my regular clothes were.”Hurry!” Harry called out, banging on the door.

 

“Are we eating yet?” I question as I tug my shirt down, peeking my head from the door. “No...” he said sadly, halting his banging on the door. “Then I don’t see the fucking point of rushing.” I say sassily, buttoning my jeans, fixing my beanie as well. “Stop being sassy and hurry up!” he groaned as I wipe away the dry cum from my mouth, Matthew still clothed as he didn’t even take off his clothing.

 

He just zipped up his pants and that’s it.

 

I opened the door, hitting Harry flat in the face. “Owie.” He said in a kid-like voice, rubbing his nose, his pouted lips pouting at me. “Awe, I’m sorry, Kitten.” I coo, kissing his nose repeatedly. “Stop, stop, I’m not a kid anymore.” He giggled, trying to swat my face away, failing at the end.

 

“But you are a kid, Kitten.” I whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek and jumping on the rails of the stairway, circling down the stairway. “Are we eating?” I question as I land on my two feet again. They nodded with a smile, “Harry you fucking liar.” I glared at the curly haired boy playfully, walking into the kitchen afterwards.

 

I grabbed a plate from the table and had ten spoonfuls of Mac + Cheese and one ladel of soup on the side. “I’m sorry, Darling.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You guys dating, or?” Jace questioned while walking into the kitchen, Scott and Jason following.

 

“No, we’re not dating. All six of you guys act like this with me! Even Scott!” I giggle, taking Harry’s arms off of my waist and walking back into the lounge room. Scott was the only one who came back, with actually food in his hands. He’s pretty fast.

 

“Well, it’s not my fault you’re so pretty.” He grinned cheekily, using his effort of flirting with me while kissing my cheek. I laughed and started to eat, everyone else coming back with their food.

 

-Later On-

 

I heard a door shut, which indicated that Harry was out of the bathroom, having finished his shower. My thoughts betrayed my need to think of anything else but Harry, and I pictured him stepping out of the shower in nothing but that stupid white towel wrapped around him, hanging low on his hips. I pictured his well defined v-lines, his torso glistening, muscles wet and flexing as he walked, hair dripping and sticking to his forehead.

 

He must smell fresh, like soap and shampoo, but mostly like himself, just…Harry. I thought of running my hands down his wet torso, fingers digging into skin, hardness under my tips, and God, I was a goner.

With a slight whimper, my hand slipped inside the material of my underwear, and I ran my tip over my slit. I was already dripping, shuddering, as I pictured his hands instead of mine. My finger massaged my clit and I exhaled unsteadily, picturing him above me, pumping his own fingers in and out of me, his lips on my skin, smirking as he brought me close to the edge.

“Harry,” I whimpered, the pace of my fingers increasing as I rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves, my hips raising slightly, bucking into my own touch. I imagined the pull of his brows, the look of concentration he wore when he was set on a task, that task here being making me come for him, hard and fast, screaming his name.

My hand flew under my tank top to cup my breast, pinching the hardened nub as I circled my clit furiously.

 

“Oh, God, Harry,” I mewled, momentarily forgetting about a possibility of him hearing me. My mind was hazy and I almost felt like I was going to pass out if I didn’t come.

My orgasm hit me hard, back arching as all rational thoughts flew out of my head, all thoughts except of the curly haired boy as I my toes curled and the hand on my breast tightened around the soft flesh, almost painfully and I cried out, eyes squeezed close, coming hard.

 

I slumped back onto the bed, struggling to catch my breath, my heart racing.

I jumped up suddenly when I heard someone clear their throat. Quickly sitting up and snatching my hand away from my core, I looked up to see who it was.

Fuck! Had I actually forgotten that the door wasn’t shut? How could I have been so stupid?

There he stood, in his towel like I had predicted, leaning against the doorframe. His expression was amused at the same time that it was absolutely shocked.

 

His brows arched, lips parted but there was a slight upturn of his mouth. Heat rose up to my cheeks and I opened my mouth, though I had nothing to say.

Without a word he entered the room, making his way towards me. I quickly scrambled for the blanket at the foot of my bed, but Harry had reached me in three long strides. He climbed onto the bed and caught my wrists in his grip, ceasing my attempts to cover myself up.

“Harry—”

“Shut up,” he cut across me, and I then I was being laid on my back with Harry on top of me. “Just fucking shut up.”

Harry dipped his head down to capture my lips with his, soft lips on my own, urging me to kiss him back.

 

My heart beat accelerated, my hands involuntarily moving up to grip his shoulders. His tongue pried my lips open, teasing it across my own and I gasped into his mouth. He moved his hips, dipping them and I felt him against me, under the thin towel, already hard. I wondered if it was because of me, because he’d seen me. The thought made my cheeks flare up once more.

“I—” I started when he pulled away, but Harry shot me a sharp look.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbled, his thumbs hooking in the hem of my underwear as he pulled them down my legs. “What part of ‘shut up’ do you not understand?”

His hand cupped me, just like I had prior to this sudden twist of events. His mouth pressed soft, wet kisses along my neck and I purred in my throat, my hands sliding up and down his back, fingers digging into his skin, muscles flexing under my tips as his body moved above mine, kissing my throat and shoulder and collarbones, one hand still cupping my core the other easing one strap of my top down. I gasped when his teeth sunk into my flesh, my own nails raking down his back in response, and he grunted against my skin.

He pulled away, sitting up on his knees, undoing the towel and tossing it behind him. I couldn’t contain a soft moan as I took him in, all of him, his cock standing up, the length of it pink and hard, and a vein throbbing under the sensitive skin, curved around it.

 

 My eyes met his and I sat up slowly, my heart pounding in my ears.

Harry reached for the hem of my top and I raised my arms as he pulled it off me. He kissed me hard, his lips moving against my own, as if both were made of the same mould, fitting perfectly.

 

I cried out when his mouth engulfed my nipple, tongue swirling against the nub and fell back onto the bed, gasping and shuddering.

When Harry’s hand moved to his shaft, I lost it. A fresh wave of arousal spread through me as I watched him pump his hand over himself, his lips parting slightly and a deep groan rumbled through him. His eyes fluttered and he seemed to fight to keep them open. His gaze fell on me, between my legs, and another groan left him, his hand speeding up slightly.

 

“God, you’re so wet, Darling.” He almost moaned the words out, reaching down and propping himself on one hand.

“Harry,” was all I could manage, pleading him. I needed him inside me. Taking matters into my own hands, I pushed at him. With a slightly confused frown, he pulled back.

“What?”

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed at him, and he lay on his back. Knocking his hand away from his cock, I gripped it in my own. Straddling him, I lowered myself into him.

“Oh, baby,” he growled, hands hurriedly gripping the back of my thighs.

And then I was moving, riding him like a wave, up and down and swirling my hips, as Harry gripped me tightly, fingers digging into my flesh almost painfully, but the pain was delicious—something I’d savor and relish and remember forever. He thrust up, his mouth falling open and brow furrowing. I rotated my hips and he let out a strangled noise. His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them in his, squeezing hard and rough.

Harry slid his hands down to my waist and lifted me off of him, and I gasped as he slid from me, feeling suddenly empty inside. The next moment I was being lowered onto his mouth and I cried out, gripping the head board to stop myself from collapsing as he furiously lapped at my wetness. Unable to help myself, I grinded against his pout, and then immediately pulled back.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, his grip tightening on me, forcing me to stay in place. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

“Harry, oh my God!” I cried out as his lips closed around my clit in a kiss, and I was riding his face, my hips grinding and swirling and moving against his lips, my hands gripping his curls for dear life. His hands squeezed my bum, kneading the flesh in his large fingers, urging me to move against him, to come.

“God, I’m gonna—oh fuck, Kitten,” I mewled, my thighs shaking and attempting to clamp around his face as I raced towards my climax. Harry’s hands were quick to grip my thighs and force them apart and his tongue furiously flicked over my clit, and then I was coming for the second time that night, my back arching, hands reaching back to rest on his chest and dig my nails painfully into his skin and buck my hips against lips, shuddering and gasping and seeing white.

I pulled off his mouth, and the sight before me could have made me cum again if I wasn’t so spent already. His curls were tousled and messy from having been pulled too hard, face flushed, and my wetness around his mouth. He smirked up at me, his thumb tracing the corner of his mouth to wipe some of the moisture from his face, and then he brought it to his lips, sucking his thumb, eyes still on me. He looked hard, still, and it seemed almost painful. There were angry red marks on his chest, where my nails had scratched and dug in too hard.

He sat up, and pulled me to him, and when he kissed me I tasted myself, and I swear nothing was hotter than that.

“Do you think you can take one more for me, Darling?” he asked, nipping at my jaw.

“I don’t know,” I gasped. “I don’t think I—”

“Well,” he said, lowering me onto my back and climbing on top of me again, “I think you can.”

“No, I—Harry—” I started, but was cut off when he entered me suddenly, and with ease due to how wet I still was. “Oh, fuck.”

He began moving within me, his thrusts fast and sloppy, groans tumbling from his mouth as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. His hands fisted the sheets on either side of me as his hips collided with my own, repeatedly so, his hot breath washing over me.

“Once more, Darling,” he growled, his voice shaking, and I could sense he was close. His hand slipped between us and he rubbed my clit, and I howled and arched against him, due to my hypersensitivity. “I know you can, just one more.”

“I don’t—I—oh my fucking—” I couldn’t manage a single coherent sentence as Harry pounded into me, hard and fast, matching the pace of his fingers on my clit. He leaned down and whispered words of encouragement in my ear, along with grunts and groans and profanities and it was enough to make me come for the third time. I squeezed my eyes closed and screamed his names, fingers raking mercilessly down his back, clenching and pulsing around him.

“That’s it, Darling, fuck,” Harry whimpered, his hips moving frantically against mine. He twitched inside me and then he was coming, spurts of white, hot liquid shooting from the tip of his shaft. His mouth fell open, brow pulled in as numerous curses left his pouty lips, along with ‘oh fuck’s, ‘uuhhh, yeah’ and my name. He thrust violently into me till he was absolutely spent, and then collapsed on top of me.

“Fuck,” he breathed, head burying in the crook of my neck. “You should really lock that fucking door.”

“No one asked you to peek in like a creep,” I shot back at him, beginning to come around from the three orgasms that had wracked my body.

With the little strength he could muster, he propped himself up on his elbows. “You were whimpering and moaning my bloody name!” he defended himself. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Not peek in!” I said, smacking his arm.

“Well, I just made you come thrice, and gave you the best sex of your life, so it doesn’t matter,” he muttered, rolling off me, and falling onto his back.

“Okay first of all, you made me come twice,” I corrected him. “The first time was all me.”

“Yeah, but you were thinking of me, weren’t you?” he countered, raising his eyebrows.

“Second,” I continued, ignoring him, “whoever said it was the ‘best’?”

“It was,” he said with confidence. “Can you feel your legs?”

The truth was, I couldn’t. I didn’t even know how I could manage to keep my eyes open and talk to him. I was drained, but I was satisfied. There was always a hunger in me, something only Harry could satisfy. And now he had. But I knew it wasn’t too long before that hunger would spark again, and I’d need him the way I had tonight.

Harry obviously saw through me as I struggled for a response. He smirked. “There you have it,” he concluded with a proud grin. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

“Go sleep in your own room,” I scolded.

“Do you know what shut up means?” he asked me, annoyed. “I don’t think you do.”

“Why don’t you teach me?” I challenged.

Harry looked at me, eyes wide and smirk intact. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me to him, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. “One of these days,” he said, “I will. Don’t doubt that.”

And I didn’t.
 

 

And then I woke the fuck up. (Sorry, I giggled at this)

 

I ran a hand through my hair as I sat up, the starry night was gleaming from the window and all of the six boys were cuddling up to me, Drew and Scott on my legs, Jason and Jace to the side of my stomach, Matthew, well, he’s basically on my chest, and Harry, he’s curled up next to me.

 

I pulled him closer so that I was hugging him.

 

“You were thinking of me, weren’t you?” Harry murmured, resting his head on my shoulder, still asleep.

 

I giggled and went to fall into a soft slumber.

 

A/N Do you here me crying? OH JESUS- I cannot. I cannot. Good. I cannot. Okay, thanks for reading! Bye readers! <3 `-Scarlotte.x

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