Round 3
ROUND THREE
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Like maybe when he was 14 or something he had a girlfriend and they'd clumsily food around and he accidentally made her come with his fingers in her, and it took them both by surprise and it was the best feeling ever, knowing he'd done that.
He loves the feel of someone clenching around him, loves the feeling of power and accomplishment it gives him, loves seeing what noises he can get people to make, how different people react differently and can take more or less, loves telling people how good they feel on his fingers and stuff, basically gets off on it.
He likes hooking up with people and making them come two or three times with just his fingers (and sometimes mouth) before he fucks them or they suck him off/jerk him off.
Maybe he has a (also drama and angst-free) open fuckbuddy relationship with Louis, and they both top but whenever Louis does, he makes Harry finger himself open.
Also when Harry’s masturbating he mostly comes from his fingers inside him, less from the feeling of his hand on his cock.
Just lots of description of his different hookups. Some people are loud, some are almost silent, some are sceptical (maybe one hookup is a girl who has only come with clit stimulation before, or a girl who tells him to just fuck her already bc she never really gets off during sex even if it feels good so he's wasting his time, and he relishes the challenge), some girls squirt, some people get off on directing him, some like him to take control, whatever. They all come, and they all come hard. And often multiple times. Harry knows he’s good at it, he’s pretty cocky but also so charming and into doing it and making it good for the other person that he’s likeable. Ugh I just want him being really smooth and dirty and rogue-ish.
Idc if it’s AU or not!
If you need any inspiration…
http://t.co/F8oTqBp
tl;dr - harry has magic fingers. he has a lot of sex with a lot of people. there is no angst. there are lots of orgasms.
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Harry, for most of his life, has been told that he should play the piano. His fingers, pale and long and perfectly suited for a life of tapping at the black and white keys of the instrument. But after a few lessons when he was younger, he had no interest in it and gave up on the endeavor entirely.
But when he was fourteen and ten months, to be precise, he discovered an entirely… new talent for his elongated hands.
His girlfriend at the time, Amy, with long tan legs and a cheekiness that made every boy like her, was curious and Harry was, well, fourteen. He was nervous, unsure of how hard he should be putting his fingers in, of how to move them, of how to do anything when he scraped them inside of her, almost accidentally, and she was gasping, cheeks red and her walls clenching. She’d blushed furiously, adjusting her jeans and not speaking to him again, something Harry never understood afterwards.
Since then, Harry had learnt with all of his sexual encounters, that his fingers weren’t made for playing a piano, nope. They were made for a different passion all together.
Holly, a blonde girl only a month before X-Factor, was a standout. Cocky and bossy, pushing him down onto the bed and climbing all over him, taunting him with her words and actions, making it clear that she was in charge.
Not until Harry trailed his hands down her back, up the inside of her white thighs and quickly pushed two fingers inside her. She gasped above him, eyes fluttering shut and pink mouth falling open in soft moan.
“Oh god,” she murmured into his skin, “Oh, god.”
He hooked his legs on the outside of hers, quickly turning them around until she was beneath him, all thoughts of dominance forgotten, her blonde hair splayed everywhere and her fists clamped tightly around one of his arms. She squirmed as he continually fucked his fingers in and out of her, crooking them upwards and then her back was arching, mouth open in a silent scream and her cunt contracting wildly around his fingers, squeezing them tight and that was enough to almost make him come right then and there.
Like Matthew, a cute guy from a local bar a few weeks into X-Factor. He took Harry back to his flat, smiling at the curly haired boy and telling him how exactly to fuck another guy- something Harry had always wanted to do but never had the guts or the confidence, something he had recently acquired thanks to X-Factor. Matthew told him to open himself up, and when he put his fingers inside himself, he thought he was going to come right then and there, the pads of his long fingers brushing against his prostrate and his hips bucking up violently, his head falling back on the pillow as he struggled to keep his orgasm at bay. Matthew laughed cheekily and as he slipped his cock into Harry, powerful and fast, Harry let his hands run up and down the other boy’s body, fingers leaving sparks in their wake.
It wasn’t just making these people feel good, but more watching them come completely apart beneath him, totally and utterly at his mercy and some of them even begged for it. He could make them love him and desperately want him within seconds, just one thrust of his fingers and they were putty in his hands, he could do absolutely anything he wanted with them and that, that probably turned on Harry just as much as the sounds they made as the came around his fingers.
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For example, he found girls who were more aloof, shyly looking up and away from him and playing almost frustratingly hard to get, the ones more likely to scream for him, their hands tangling in his hair as he sucked on their clits and fucked them with his fingers hard and fast.
But guys, Harry had developed a sudden want for guys more than the girls that were willing to throw themselves at him. Guys weren’t as easy to manhandle, fighting Harry every step of the way, whether they were bottom or top, and just one fuck of his fingers and he was completely in control. And the noises they made, even if only a few gasps were let out and their mouths were open in silent shouts of pleasure.
One guy, his name might have been Justin, who Harry took home one evening when he had the place to himself. He kissed a path down the other boy’s spine, before gently directing his lubed finger into the boy’s entrance, loosening the muscle and watching the body before him shake under his ministrations. He leaned forward, whispering how tight Justin was around his fingers, letting his breath wash over the other boy’s ears as he added a second finger, then a third, thrusting them in and out and twisting them until they hit the fleshy bundle of nerves and the other was coming with an silent moan, body flushing red with embarrassment. Harry laughed it off and kissed him dirtily, making him come twice more that night, the third time again with just his fingers.
He became fascinated with the ways that people came. Some of them screamed for him, some were silent the entire way through; some moaned his name and some just talked incredibly filthy throughout. They writhed, struggled and gasped their way through his acts, always on his fingers and always heaving for breath afterwards.
But in all the ways he had seen people come for him, none fascinated him more than the way Louis came for him.
Their affair had started sometime after X-Factor, before their big tour and the months and months of sexual tension and prolonged stares and touches became too much.
Harry had to sit at a bar and watch some guy with blonde hair slime all over Louis like it was his business. And Louis, too his credit, was responding, and looking up at the stranger from beneath his eyelashes.
When they got home that night, after Louis didn’t end up going home with that other guy when Harry grabbed his arm and marched him away, Harry had had enough.
“Harry wha-?” was all Louis could force out before Harry pushed his best friend against the wall and bit on his lip, sharply.
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And god, Harry just wanted to lay him down and fuck him so hard with his fingers that Louis would be sobbing for Harry to make him come. He just wanted his fingers inside this beautiful boy.
He grasped Louis’s hips with his hands, grinding up against them for a second and biting back his gasp at the friction that was slowly rising inside him. He stepped back for a second and Louis grinned at him, his lips swollen and red.
They collided again, tearing at each other’s clothes and Harry steered them towards his bedroom, shoving Louis down on the bed, feeling blue eyes on him as he grabbed the lube from the bedside table and pushed Louis further up the bed.
Louis grinned up at him and Harry dove down to kiss him, teeth and tongue clashing together and he reached down to unbuckle Louis’s jeans, quickly pulling them off the older boy. He wasted no time it covering his fingers, before kissing Louis gently on the side of his face and telling him to trust him.
Blue eyes never left him as Harry quickly pumped the other boy’s cock, feeling it harden in his grasp as he gently pushes a finger into the boy.
Louis’s head fell back onto the pillow with a thump, eyes wide and cheek’s going red.
“Harry,” he murmured, “Harry, what are you- shit!”
Harry adds another finger without warning, watching as Louis arched on the bed, hands scrabbling above his head for purchase against the headboard, but ended up settling on gripping the sheets. Harry pumped his hand quickly, other hand wrapping around the boy’s leg and pulling him closer to him, never ceasing the quick thrusts of his hand. He quickly added another finger, twisting them violently and Louis gave a shout, hips bucking wildly.
“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Louis was past coherency, his head turning rapidly from side to side in desperation and his knuckles going white with their grip on the bed, “Harry, oh god.”
Harry smirked and brushed his lips past Louis’s ear, “Feel so good around my fingers, huh, Lou? You gonna come for me, baby?”
Harry felt a rush go through him as Louis’s shouted his name and goes rigid beneath him, coming violently onto his stomach. Harry watches his face; pupils blown black and mouth open as he comes down from his high, his entire body shaking. Harry removes his fingers gently and reaches down for his dick. Before he can quickly get himself off, a wet mouth stops him and Louis’s mouthing his way down, closing his lips over Harry’s cock and sucking furiously until Harry comes with a whimper.
Later that night, Harry is lying on his back while Louis plays with one of his hands, interlocking their fingers and moving them about. He grins.
“Jesus Christ, Harry,” he says, “Did you ever think about becoming a pianist?”
Harry looks at him and starts laughing. They both laugh until they both drift off into an exhausted sleep, one of Harry’s hands resting possessively on Louis’s neck.
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Extra apologies for spelling mistakes and terrible writing, it is quite late right about now but this prompt was too good to resist! First time writing on this meme, so hopefully I didn't do too badly- and I'm sorry for the complete obliteration of your prompt, I'm terrible at it, really.
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the first time he touches a girl, really touches her, not a half-assed snog in a car or shaky hand on a breast, is in his girlfriend melody’s bedroom after school when her parents aren’t home. harry lets his hand wander down to the hem of her uniform skirt, sliding it up her thigh until his fingers can press against the wetness of her knickers. his hands are getting bigger - all of him is, his relatives keep reminding him - and his fingers spread out, can span from her navel to the top of the lace of her panties. he lets them dip below the fabric and continues sucking on her neck while melody gasps, all pretty and red faced. he fumbles a little, unsure, but he’s seen enough porn to know what he’s supposed to be looking for and he’s pretty sure he finds it when she groans, long and sweet, tipping back onto the bed and spreading her legs for him.
he gets a little more adventurous, goes lower and pushes a finger inside of her, where she’s so, so wet, and she rocks down on it, chest heaving. “shit, shit, harry,” she gasps out, and he has to unzip his trousers and take his cock out because he’s so hard it hurts.
he keeps rubbing his thumb over her cilt, adding a second finger inside of her and it doesn’t take long at all for her to start rocking hard, fucking back on his hand and then she’s mewling, clenching, squeezing around his fingers so tight and coming and harry rubs off quickly on her thigh, stuttering out his own release and apologizing for the mess he’s made of her uniform.
she moves away the summer after he turns fifteen and he fucks her for the first time a few days before the moving trucks come. he pounds into her, no finesse and desperate for release, watching his hands as they hold her legs apart and rub at her clit. afterwards, he eats her out and makes her come two more times with his fingers because he can.
it becomes sort of a thing, after that.
he has a few girlfriends in cheshire, and most of them don’t want to go all the way with him just yet, but he doesn’t care. he prefers going down them, wrapping his lips around their clits and sucking, using just the edge of his teeth until they’re soaking, begging him to come and then he pulls back and shoves two fingers in, fucking in hard and crooking them and watching as the girl falls apart.
he likes what his fingers can do, what noises he can wring from someone and how hard he can make a girl come, their backs arching and hips twitching back on his hand. with a few too many bottles of lube he learns to do it to himself, laying back on his bed when he’s got the house to himself and teasing his way down his chest, avoiding his cock, flushed, hard and leaking on his stomach. he pushes in slowly, grinding back when anticipation takes over hesitation. he eventually works himself up to three, then four fingers, pressing inside of him and stretching, a hazy burn he likes turning into pleasure, fingertips and knobby knuckles hitting that spot inside of him that makes him cry out, over and over until he’s keening and coming.
the first boy he kisses lets harry’s nudge a finger behind his balls, pushing into his hole dry as he comes down harry’s throat in the stall of a bathroom. the first older woman he’s with, one of his neighbors, takes him back to the bed her husband bought and harry loves how she directs him, takes control and pushes his face down, murmuring, “christ, you’ve got a mouth.” he shudders, agrees, “mhm,” in the back of his throat, makes sure it vibrates where he’s sucking at her clit. she protests when he takes his mouth off but then he pushes his fingers inside her pussy, giving her a fast, unrelenting rhythm until she’s wailing and pushing his hand away and he’s grinning up at her, knee walking up the bed while he rips open a condom.
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she kisses him on the cheek before he leaves for his train and he spends months rutting into his hand thinking about his long fingers inside her and her wetness spraying out over his hand.
he likes touring. he likes traveling with the boys and seeing a new city every night and he likes the people. he likes the freedom of it, that he can go to a club and get a little pissed and dance with someone, all loose and happy and niall or zayn or whoever will just give him a knowing look and wave him off when he says he’s heading back to the hotel, a guy or girl in tow.
some girls drop straight to their knees as soon as the door shuts and harry throws his head back, groaning at their eagerness, but he’s really waiting for when he can get them on the bed and sink his fingers between their folds. one girl draws her knees up under her, face down on the bed and pushing her hands behind her until harry grabs them, one hand circling around both her wrists while his fingers pump in and out of her. another is slow, all pent up tension as harry tries to kiss her nerves away, repeatedly asking her if she’s okay, if this is okay. he curves a hand over her breast, still in her bra, barely out of her clothes, but she’s gasping into his touch, hands pulling at his shoulders for more. he licks along the shell of her ear, asks, “wanna put my fingers in you, can i do that?” and she nods frantically so he shimmies down the bed. he blows hot over her clit until she’s whining, “please, please, you can-” and then she goes quiet except for big, heaving gulps of air, gasping when he’s got three fingers in her and he has to keep knocking her hands away. she comes, hard, back curving and panting, “fuck, jesus, how did you, i usually have to,” blushing, hair fanned out over the pillows, gorgeous.
some guys refuse to bottom, and harry doesn’t mind, not really, he loves being fucked and he doesn’t care if he gets inside of them as long as his fingers do. he loves sucking them off, swirling his tongue around the head, taking them in deep, down until he can feel pubic hair before pulling off and spitting on his fingers, asking, “can i?” and pushing one in when he gets a yes, just to give them a taste of what they’re missing. other times, he gives extra attention to prep, sliding in slow and watching their reactions, twisting his fingers and kissing them while they moan and squirm.
he likes how easy it is with louis. louis, who was so, so tentative when they started, quiet and unsure of himself in a way that harry hated, exchanging messy handjobs in tour bus bunks and quick blowjobs in hotel rooms when they’re too tired for anything else.
it’s only when they get a real bit of time off and they go back to their flat that they go further, and harry’s aching to have his fingers inside him. he spreads louis out, kisses soothingly down his body and slicks his fingers up. louis hisses and bites his lip at the pain, tensing up until harry crawls back up to him, “hey, hey, relax. gonna be so good, lou.”
louis nods jerkily, breathes out, and harry goes back down and takes his cock into his mouth, sucks him straight down and adds a second finger. louis keeps making pretty noises, comes like that and once more that night, until he’s spent, sweating and shaking on the bed. he flips harry over and blows him, puts his hands in his hair and groans when harry tugs at the strands.
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“you should get yourself ready,” louis whispers to him once, pressing him into the bed and he hands harry the lube and helps him lay back and holds his legs, holds him open while harry uncaps the tube. he’s near bent in half, knees coming up round his ears and he can only fuck in shallowly at this angle, reaching around one of his thighs awkwardly, but it’s so good, his fingers feel so good and it’s worth it for the way louis’ eyes rake over him, kneeling above him, watching harry’s fingers disappear inside himself.
harry loves it like that, when louis will come up behind him and wind his arms around his waist, holding onto harry’s hands, twisting and playing with his fingers and he murmurs low and dirty, “wanna see you fuck yourself open, haz, see you come on your own fingers. wanna do that for me?” and harry shuts his eyes, shivering, and nods.
sometimes he goes slow, keeps harry stretched wide around his fingers, waiting while louis watches him. sometimes he pushes his own in alongside harry’s, makes him come like that with five pushing at his prostate and doesn’t stop until harry comes again.
he pushes harry down to his knees, thumbing his mouth open as he goes and pushes his cock in slowly. harry slides down his shaft, wanting more, grabbing for louis’ hands so he can fuck his mouth. he gets swatted away but then louis grabs his hands, holds them with his own at the back of harry’s head, fingers spanning wide along his skull while louis shoves in all the way, hitting the back of harry’s throat and holding there until harry’s gagging. he fucks in again and again, holding onto harry’s hands, and spit drips down harry’s chin, eyes streaming when he looks up at louis.
“fuck.” louis pulls out and harry groans, knows what’s coming. “come on, get up.”
he pushes the lube into harry’s hands before he even hits the bed and harry’s scrambling, hauling his legs up so he can get his fingers in.
louis grabs at his wrist and harry keens. “hey, slow down, i’ll get you there,” louis says, biting at harry’s jaw.
he watches harry, eyes half lidded and biting his lip as he preps himself. the flush along his neck and chest gets redder, his cock darkening where he’s stroking himself.
“good?” he asks, pushing his thumb in where harry’s pumping three fingers inside, working the angle, whimpering at the slide of his fingers, and he nods at louis, mouth slack.
louis tugs his hand out, kisses at his sticky fingers even as harry scrunches his face up, laughing at him. he slicks his cock up and then harry’s eyes are rolling back as he pushes in.
louis waits for his body to adjust, but not long, knows harry doesn’t need it. he starts slow, teasing, long strokes that have harry clawing at the bed and almost babbling, and then he starts fucking him in earnest.
“shit, lou, louloulou,” harry begs, hand snaking down to touch his cock. louis knocks it away, pausing his movements and harry is about to just flip him over and ride him if he doesn’t get to come in the next few minutes.
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“yes, yeah, yeah,” harry pants out, desperate, “come on, please.”
the angle’s difficult, but it’s not much different than just doing it to himself. harry’s fingers trail back behind his balls, feel where louis’ cock is sliding, pumping in and out and he can just barely get his forefinger in up to the first knuckle, but it’s - it’s so fucking good, feeling where louis is fucking him, finger pressing in alongside his cock.
“shit, shit, harry,” louis breathes out, awed, and plants his own hands on either side of harry’s head, watching where their bodies meet.
harry tries to focus, moves his hand some more and manages a second finger, impossibly tight, and louis groans, sweat dripping down his temples, “yeah, harry, fuck, you’re so full, aren’t you? so full on my cock and your fingers.”
harry cries out as louis pulls out all the way, angling up and pushing in especially hard, shoving harry’s hand further, and he’s clenching, squeezing around his own fingers as harry keens, coming suddenly, back arching and gasping as his cock spurts over his chest.
“fucking hell,” louis says, and pounds harder, moaning into harry’s shoulder and riding out his own orgasm.
louis pulls out slowly, mindful of harry’s hand. he uncurls his fingers, cramped and stiff from being in the same position for so long and he stretches them out, rubbing so the blood flow returns.
harry watches him with half lidded eyes, sleepy and sated, letting louis move his pliant limbs easily. louis cleans him up with some tissues and then throws the blankets over them, letting harry snuggle into his chest and nuzzle at his neck.
“good?” louis asks, kissing his hair.
harry nods, already dropping off as louis grabs one of his hands and tangles their fingers together on his stomach.
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