Imagine/smut with y/n and Harry (not bf and gf yet) but the sexual tension could be cut with a knife and the others notice and comment on it and that sends you both over the edge and well…
Please, He Wishes | Harry Lewis ♡
I have not written smut in a hot minute so pls forgive me lols (also check out my fics they have better smut hehe)
“I don’t know why you won’t just go over there,” Talia whisper-yelled, shoving Y/N lightly.
She rolled her eyes, “And do what? Strangle him?”
It was Freezy’s birthday and everyone was at the apartment to celebrate. They’d all been friends for years, but for some reason, Y/N and Harry always seemed to clash. Even after five years of knowing eachother, they couldn’t get through an evening without making a snarky comment at one another.
“Oh please,” Freya scoffed, “You know the real reason you guys don’t get along,”
Y/N furrowed her brows, bringing the red solo cup back toward her lips as she locked eyes with the blonde haired boy across the room.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You want to rip eachother’s clothes off!” She exclaimed, making Y/N’s eyes widen significantly, “It’s so obvious.”
Y/N shuffled awkwardly as she leant against the countertop. This wasn’t true. He was just irritating and thrived off of pushing her buttons. She watched as he watched her, Y/N never backed down from a challenge and she certainly wasn’t going to be the one to break first.
“See, he might as well be undressing you,” Talia nodded, all nonchalant.
Y/N laughed, “Please. He wishes.”
Joining everyone around the table for a round of beer pong, Freezy had split the room in half. Of course, Y/N ended up on Harry’s team, he did it on purpose and she knew that.
Throwing the ball and missing, her team groaned whilst the others cheered. Y/N sighed and turned to head to the back of the group, brushing past Harry in the process.
“You know, the ball is meant to go in the cup,” He announced.
“You know, your head is meant to be on top of your body, not up your ass.” Y/N retorted, making everyone ooh.
Talia sent Y/N a telling look from across the room and she brushed it off. She wasn’t right.
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It was getting late and everyone was beyond the point of saving, people sprawled across couches and fighting over who got the bathroom first. Y/N, on the other hand, was tipsy… but not to the point that she couldn’t make her way home.
So with that, Y/N gently lifted Freya off of her shoulder, who had passed out several hours ago, and made her way to the corridor, preparing to book an Uber.
“Not like you to leave the party early,”
Y/N turned to see Harry leant against the doorway, arms folded. She shrugged, “Everyones dead, funs over.”
She watched as he stood there, eyes trailing down her body slowly. She folded her arms as she waited for his reply, if any.
There was silence for brief a moment, before he spoke up, “It doesn’t have to be.”
Y/N’s brow raised, glancing around the fairly quiet apartment, “And what are you implying?”
He smirked lightly and starting closing the distance between them, making Y/N’s palms sweat a little. This is the first time she’d looked into his eyes without rolling them afterwards. Despite the heeled boots, Harry still managed to look down at Y/N, making her breath catch in her throat.
Her skin burned as he trailed a finger up her arm, “I won’t tell if you don’t,”
Before Y/N could register what Harry was insinuating, his hand came to the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Her first instinct was to push him away and, to be honest, shove him. But, as his hands began to wander, her train of thought was gone and suddenly her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Let’s go,” He mumbled against her neck as he peppered kisses along her collarbone.
Taking his hand and following Harry to his bedroom, he wasted no time in locking the door and reconnecting their lips. The kiss was fiery, hands wandering, shoes kicked off and frantically trying to tear clothing off of one another.
His hands skimmed her thighs before pulling her dress up over her head so that she was standing in nothing but a black thong, he stood back for a moment to take in her appearance. Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Stop staring and get on the bed,”
For once, he done as he was told and laid on the bed, Y/N soon climbing on to straddle his hips. She sat down abruptly, making him grunt and her smirk. Leaning forward to kiss down his neck, she ran her fingers under his t-shirt and tugged at the hems, “Take it off.”
“I don’t recall saying you could be in charge,”
Harry’s arms locked around Y/N’s waist and turned them over so that she was now flush against the mattress, a small squeal leaving her lips in surprise. Pinning her arms above her head, he pressed his hips further into hers, allowing a small moan to leave Y/N’s lips. He smirked a little before carrying on his assault down her neck, finding that particular spot behind her ear that made her toes curl.
Peppering kisses down her stomach, his large hands roamed her body before his fingers hooked the waistband of her thong and pulled them down her thighs. He sat up briefly for a moment, pulling his t-shirt over his head making Y/N sigh and take in his bare torso.
Y/N parted her legs a little wider, desperate for any sort of attention that would relieve the ache between her thighs. Harry noticed this and got comfortable between her legs, large hands holding them apart as he took one swipe against her clit, “Fuck,”
Y/N’s head fell against the pillow as an aura washed over her, whimpering as she felt his lips trail along her hot skin, refusing to give her any more attention in the area where she so desperately needed him.
“Please…” She whined quietly, reaching for his hair to tug on ever so slightly. He grunted at the action and looked up at her from his position between her thighs.
She rolled her eyes and raised her hips slightly, “If you don’t touch me now I swear to Go- oh,”
Y/N moaned as his lips attached to her throbbing core, his tongue paying extra close attention to the tiny bundle of nerves. Her fingers laced in his hair as she closed her eyes tightly, relishing in the euphoria she was feeling.
Just as she was verging on her high, Harry pulled away slowly and smirked, making Y/N sit up on her forearms, “You’ve got to be kidding me,”
Even in this state they were able to find a challenge, a way to argue.
Y/N watched as Harry sat up on his knees, her eyes trailing down to where his joggers left nothing to the imagination. She leant forward and reached for the waistband, her eyes meeting his briefly before she pulled them down slowly.
Harry leant forward and reconnected their lips, laying her down slowly and settling between her thighs. Y/N gasped quietly as she felt him running the tip up and down her centre before pushing in slowly, painfully slowly.
Breaking the kiss, Y/N turned her head to the side to let out a moan. Harry nestled in the crook of her neck as he found a steady rhythm with his hips.
“Fuck, you feel good,” He moaned, making Y/N nod quickly in agreement and wrap a leg around him.
Their chests were pressed together as Harry’s hips moved quicker, curse words and moans filling the air. He continued to kiss down her neck, Y/N’s lip being pulled between her teeth as she felt the pressure change, he was leaving a hickey.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” She moaned, tugging at his hair slightly.
Harry’s thrusts grew sloppy and Y/N could feel herself getting closer. “Keep going, don’t you dare stop,” She cried.
Her head was thrown back against the pillow as her high finally washed over her, “Oh God, yes, I’m there,”
Y/N rode her high, Harry's head still buried in the crook of her neck. His thrusts quickened for a moment before they stilled, “I’m gonna cum,” Harry groaned.
Pulling out, Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, but practically rolled to the back of her head as she watched Harry wrap a large hand around his cock, stroking it quickly, chest heaving.
Collapsing down beside her, they laid in silence, the only sounds being heard were their heavy breaths and their chests rising and falling quickly.
Y/N waited a moment before sitting up slowly, running a hand through her hair.
She turned to Harry to see him looking over at her, brows furrowed.
He chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, we are nowhere near done.”