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It was getting late. Harry knew that, especially when they had come home from the library when it closed at 9.
They had grabbed some take out and went back to his place, Y/N sat next to him and ate her little meal while they watched reruns of Criminal Minds. It was one of their favorite pastimes to try and make fun of said criminals. Harry really just enjoyed spending time with her too.
Tonight had been the usual, except… it wasn’t. Y/N had complained about lack of sleep at the library, the final she was worried about was really ‘kicking her ass’ as she liked to say. He had noticed her getting quiet but really hadn’t payed much attention until he felt a weight on his shoulder.
She had fallen asleep.
Gentle breaths came from her as she curled into him, subconsciously wanting his warmth. A sleepy sigh had been what did him in, her lashes kissing her cheek and illuminated by the TV screen. His belly did flips as he looked at her, seeing how pretty she actually was.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t aware that she was beautiful. He was well aware- but being this sort of beautiful, the type that made his heart settle in his throat? That hadn’t occurred to him until his very moment. Her cheek bleeding heat through his tee shirt, the scent of her green apple and honey shampoo filling his senses, all of it made her literally appear in a different light.
His eyes couldn’t tear themselves away. The butterflies he had been fighting were there to stay, a little smile gracing his lips as he felt her fingers clutch his wrist in her sleep. Seeking him out. She’d never cuddled him like this before, usually seeking personal space, but this was a welcome thing.
It didn’t feel awkward to him. If anything? It felt… really damn good. She trusted him enough to fall asleep, sought him out. While he hadn’t allowed himself to entertain any thoughts past friendship in the past, rarely ever had them, something about this was different.
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For people who were supposedly best friends with benefits, they were acting more like a couple than anything he had ever experienced.
He fucking loved it.
Dates. What used to be hang outs were dates, really. Harry was having a ball planning them. The movies, new dinner places, brunch, walks in the park, a water park, and recently the zoo. But today, it was simply cooking dinner together and watching a movie on Harry’s projector.
She was wrapped up in his arms, in his sweatshirt again. The pasta sauce emergency had been a result of not securing the lid on the blender, meaning there was splatters of red sauce on the ceiling he may never get off, ruined clothing and a stomach sore from laughing. They had cleaned it together, still managed to have enough to use for their hand made pasta and ultimately had beautiful blackmail photos of one another covered in red sauce.
The lights were dim as they watched Pretty Woman. It was one of Y/N’s favorites, so she was relaxed perfectly in his arms. Sitting right between his split legs on the couch, she rested her head against his chest as her hands held his forearms. Boldly, his own hands were dipped under the borrowed sweatshirt, stroking the soft skin near her ribs. It was mindless, gentle, and driving her a bit crazy.
He pretended not to notice, but he did. Harry could read her like a book. Being friends for years and years on top of learning her intimately had a hand to hold in that. Y/N wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person, and he felt fucking honored to be the one she chose to be soft with. When she turned the other night and nuzzled into his neck, he about died with giddiness. Harry had been the clingy one for ages, and now she was close to letting it be a battle.
“Why have you never asked me to be your sugar daddy?” His voice vibrated against her back, making her roll her eyes. Harry always interrupted moments with dumb comments like that but she catagorized it as part of his charm.
“Because you can’t afford me.” She deadpanned, not even turning around to catch his reaction. She didn’t have to. The offended scoff and grunt spoke enoigh- but she hadn’t accounted for how close his hands were to her breasts. The slight pinch to her nipple made her squeal, turning slightly in his arms to give him a wide eyed gape.
“Harry, what the fuck?”
“You just said I don’t have enough sugar to be a daddy.” He groused. “That’s offensive and rude. You know, I could very well afford you. We are sitting on a beautiful couch! And you're wearing my Gucci jumper.” The tone made her aware of his jokes, which didn’t help the fact that the action she had tried to be pissed about had turned her on. She never had anyone pinch her nipple before but she could kind of see the appeal of nipple clamps.
“Shut up, moneybags. I meant what I said. I’d drive you crazy. Besides, you’re literally getting the sexy stuff for free. Do you want to start paying my rent or something? Wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
Harry wanted her to move in. But even he recognized that was kind of a ‘what the fuck’ thought and way too soon. He just really enjoyed her staying here, being with him, not separating at night. Waking up to her in his bed. Finding her in his kitchen on her laptop when he got home. She had always kind of had a drawer here, but now her clothes- as much as it drove him a bit mad- mixed with his in the drawers. He didn’t feel like splitting the laundry. It was comfortable and it filled his chest with flutters. The good kind.
“I was thinkin’ more like going out to buy some pretty lingerie for you to wear for me. But I suppose I could pay your rent. Just out of spite. Can’t believe you said that.” He muttered, happy when she turned back to lay on top of him. Her open affection without her pushing him off if her anymore was a welcome change. He didn’t feel any sort of hesitancy anymore, wrapping his arm around her waist while the other toyed with the ends of her hair.
“Fine. Both. If you want to talk like a big shot, I want it Venmo’d to me later. But if you’re gonna do that, I’m gonna have to at least suck you off.” A playful glint hit her voice, fingers tangling in his necklace and feeling the cold metal wrap around her skin. She. Had gotten him the phallus banana as a joke but he wore it every day with an almost concerning amount of pride. “Haven’t gotten to do that nearly as much as it should be considering we’ve been doin’ all this stuff.”
Harry swallowed the slight tension in his throat as he listened to her words drop to a whisper. Y/N had opened up to him in a completely different way than he had expected since they’d begun to fool around. It was like she was finally letting the more vulnerable parts of her show, even if just for a few seconds at a time. She was still a cute little bully, still called him out on his shit and his bad jokes but… the new softness she granted him had made his emotions a bit more raw. He’d already liked her, loved her, even, before they’d touched in any way besides their drunken make out sessions. Now? The thumping in his chest had intensified. Bigger fleets of butterflies invaded his stomach. Y/N had made him feel things he never had before, ad cliche as it sounded.
“Well, I’ve no complaints. I do think i could go with a a few more blowies, but I like this too.” He mumbled, pad of his finger brushinge tresses from her cheeks that had fallen in her turn over. “Just letting you be a softie and not getting bitten too much.” The bliss of having her lay in his arms was something that he didn’t take for granted for a single second. He loved it. Their dynamic shifting had made him significantly happier. “I like your mouth regardless. Even though you’re a bit of a bully when you aren’t lettin’ me kiss on you.”
Y/N shyly. smiled, leaning her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. “I only bully you when you deserve it. You’re a menace, especially when you get all smug. It’s only hot when you’re touching me and we’re doing dirty shit. Other than that, it makes me want to smack the dimples off your stupidly cute cheeks.”
Yes, it was a bit of an insulting tease but he couldn’t help the light it brought up to his chest, the festering warmth motioning him to pull her up to his mouth and capture the sweet tasting lips for his own. Y/N had been caught slightly off guard with how tenderly he treated her lately, especially with how he had seemed so overjoyed to do it. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been clingy and soft in the past, it was just… a lot more now. A lot of stuff that he hadn’t done before. Holding her hand closer to his mouth and kissing each knuckle, stroking imaginary hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Even stroking over her eyebrows as they cuddled which felt strangely more intimate than anything else. He didn’t ever seem to tire of looking at her.
It was living in a state of delusion, perhaps, but it felt so real. So real it almost hurt to think of it as anything but.
“Cute cheeks, hm? A compliment? You’ve been awfully generous with the compliments lately, little angel girl.” He crooned, tapping his finger against her nose. “I like it. Keep ‘em coming. Cause I can return the compliments all day long. I love your eyes. Could look into ‘em forever, really. Prettiest girl in the world. Not even just saying that.” He shrugged. “Always thought that but you used to punch me in the chest for saying your hair clips looked cute. So.” The man’s tongue pointed out at her, making her give him a look.
“Shut up.” Again, she felt a bit itchy under his scrutiny, his compliment. It made it feel even more serious. Not that she didn’t want it, but she felt a little antsy when the idea of it came about, because how did they transition to that? Would she ever have the balls to say anything about it?
“Nope.” His lips popped around the P, sitting up with her on top of him and adjusting so she was sat on his lap, arm wrapped around her waist to keep her stationary as he moved. “You’re beautiful.” Fingers of his free hand stroked down the side of her neck. “So beautiful. Especially in my clothes. I think you’ve been doing it on purpose.” Her eyes were shy when he complimented her like this, dropping to his chest. Harry’s never left her. He could notice all the subtle changes. Any twitch of the lips, the swallow in her throat. He knew her inside and out. “No one compares to you. Mean it.” He lightened his tone but there was the weight of what those words could mean. “Y’know… I know you say aren’t fond of me being my sweet self to you, but you are. You love when I’m soft with you. You’ll never admit it to me, but it’s true.” His lips delicately pressed to her cheek, exhaling through his nose.
Y/N didn’t like how well he knew her. Well- she hadn’t. Now? Now… that glittery, plushy, bubblegum pink feeling in her chest when he littered her with compliments and kisses had her clinging on and craving more. Allowing him to do these things because Harry meant them. He wouldn’t lie to her. Never. Not about things like this. He had taken the lead on being more domestic and sweet but she hadn’t felt even the slightest bit of resistance to it. She decided to be quiet, grumbling as she sagged into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders while she felt him chuckle under him. Her face tucked into his neck, hesitantly placing three kisses to the hot skin while she tried to navigate these feelings.
Harry’s smile was soft. Holding her to him, hand splaying across her back and rubbing over the jumper as she cuddled him. “I like when you’re my sweet girl. Makes me so happy.” He let the words out quietly, turning his head slightly to rub his nose against her hair. “Not trying to tease you. I really like when you’re soft and let me be nice to you. I enjoy your bullying… but this?” He laughed. “This is my favorite.”
Y/N couldn’t help it. She wasn’t good with words the way he was, so she decided to answer with her body. Pulling from her neck with a soft sound she couldn’t quite place where it came from, she slotted their lips together lazily and kissed him. Soft. So, so, soft and delicate. A simple lip lock in appreciation for his kind words. The only person this type of vulnerability felt okay with. That she was warming up to. That tough shell Harry had managed to crack and pick away the hard exterior for. He had picked her apart piece by piece in a way that hadn’t felt too bad. After a while, she had begun to find comfort in revealing new things to him.
It was just a scary revelation. Being in love with your best friend.
“Dork.” She resorted to a soft insult but the smile against his lips made him return it. She didn’t know how to express it verbally yet, and he was okay with it. “Irritates me cause… now I really want to suck you off.”
“Think I want to be close to you right now.” Harry loved her mouth but… he simply wanted her. He wanted to be inside of her and feel her as close as humanly possible. “Can I have you? Nothing too crazy yet. Just…” he sighed. “Want to be close.”
Y/N couldn’t say no. How could she when she wanted the same exact thing?
It didn’t take too long. Being wet had aided in her preparation, Harry slipping inside of her and letting himself feel the stretch. The condom that had been placed conveniently in the coffee table drawer did little to hide the way she was clenching around him, slowly letting her fall down further on his length as she sat on his lap.
“There she is. That’s my girl.” His words were gentle, the arm around her firm as he looked into her eyes. “Take your time. Feels so good already.” The praise naturally fell from his lips to her. Y/N whimpered at the feeling of him filling her, her body adjusting to him, but it was a delicious feeling. Her nails slightly dug into his shoulders as she exhaled a moan, falling down as much as she could before she began to grind her hips a little bit.
Harry groaned along with her, fingers flexing on her hip as he encouraged her slow movement. “Just like that. Fit me perfectly, don’t you?” He kept his forehead against hers, wanting to keep that closeness. His sweats around his ankles, shirt on the floor and his hand on her now bare torso, this was intimate. There was no rush. Simply enjoying each other. “Like you were made t’be filled with me. Such a perfect girl.”
This wasn’t best-friends-with-benefits type of talk and they both knew it; but neither were ready to admit it quite yet.
Y/N never felt this comfortable with any of her partners. Harry was attentive. He knew her body. The way he fit inside of her filled every inch she had, brushed against the most sensitive spots and made each rock on top of him shot hot sparks of pleasure down her spine. Soft moans left her mouth as she continued the movements, enjoying every second.
“Feels perfect.” She whispered. This was a bit different than their other times. Not as filthy… not as deprived. It was intimate. Soft. Needy in a completely different way. Y/N was sure she would overthink what it meant later but right now, she felt cherished. Adored. This was so wring she wanted to bask in. “Harry-“ the gasp left her lips as he shifted slightly, the angle changing just enough that he was pressed against the spot that had her shaking a little.
“I know, baby. I know.” He soothed, his own breathing rougher as he held the back of her neck, bringing their lips together for a messy kiss. She was tight around him, Harry lifting his hips a bit as she rocked to get as deep as he could and enjoy her motions. Y/N was the best he had ever had and probably ever will. He wanted to keep her. “You feel so good around me. Could stay inside of you forever.” His nose brushed over hers. They could both feel the change. It had been brewing for a while, but right now it was getting to be a lot. Getting to be so much that neither could ignore it- though Harry wasn’t trying to for his sake.
“Stay.” She swallowed the word with a kiss, letting it reverb off his lips. “Stay, stay in me forever.”
Harry couldn’t help take it. Flipping them over so he was on top, gently laying her on the couch and making sure she was cushioned, he began to thrust inside of her. Slow, deep, feeling her cunt flutter around him as she gasped wetly into the air. Her hands clung to him, one buried inside of his hair and the other digging into his back, leg wrapping around his waist to pull him in.
Close. She wanted closer. “Oh my god- oh my god.” She gasped, feeling him deeper than she had before. The angle was perfect, the one lifted leg allowing him to slot right in. “There, there- H, baby-“ she let out a whine as he covered her mouth with his, snapping his his particularly hard and staying still for a moment.
“Baby- angel, please.” He pleaded. “Gonna make me cum when y’sound like that. Feels so fucking good, you keep clenching… trying to milk my fucking cock.” He grunted, almost frustrated. It felt too good like this, her body was trying to take it. “Want to go bare one day. I want it.” He nuzzled against her, the hand returned under her neck and pulled her head up so he could kiss down her neck.
“Want to be the only one you have. Haven’t wanted anyone else… just want to be bare and feel you around me. Want you to be mine.” The words slurred against her skin, Y/N whining with each thrust. The statement aroused her and soothed at the same time, her head nodding frantically.
“Yes- yes, yes, next time. Please- next time, bare. Want to be the only one. You are. Only one I want inside me like this. Harry- please.” She pleaded with him. “Please, please, want you to cum inside me and I want-“ she hiccuped, his speed increasing and the power of his thrusts making her feel so good that her mind was a bit scrambled. “Want to feel you dripping out of me and I want… want you to own it. Want to remember it when I go out or when we go with our friends.” It was what she had been thinking finally dug out by the sheer connection and pleasure. Harry had a knack for getting her to admit things.
“Fuck baby you can’t-“ his sharp inhale was felt against her lips, his hips stuttering as his thrusts got sloppier. “Can’t tell me that. I’ll do it. I’ll fill you, I’ll have you. I’ll be the only one bare inside you, fuck- I’m gonna cum.”’he warned. Usually he lasted far longer, and honestly would probably be a bit embarrassed at how quickly he came this time but… the things she was saying. It struck a white hot nerve in his mind that had his cock throbbing inside of her, ready and eager to give her exactly what she asked for.
“Harder. Go a bit harder and I’ll-“ Y/N didn’t even have to finish her sentence. Pulling her leg up more, he went for it. The timed thrusts, her hand going between her legs and rubbing frantically at her swollen clit, the sheer energy in the room having these confessions had her near the edge. The sound of their skin and his grunts, her whimpers bounced off the walls, the TV long forgotten as they chased their orgasms.
Harry was first. He hadn’t meant to, but looking right into her eyes and seeing the pleasure all over her face, feeling her cunt at the brink of her own release had him spilling into the condom. Imagining it next time. No barrier. Painting her cunt with his cum, making a mess. Letting it slip down her thighs and know that she would feel it- it was too much for him. A deep, guttural groan left his mouth as he unloaded inside of the condom, face pulled up in sheer bliss as Y/N followed.
She shook, clawing at his back with a soft wail of his name as she felt the final slam inside of her, fingers rubbing over her slippery clit as the electricity of their gazes only spurred her over the edge. His beautiful face, his noises, him being the one inside of her. It was everything. Swirls of color behind her eyes as she felt him collapse inside of her neck again, a weak groan of her name solidified it.
This was everything. He was far more than a best friend. This wasn’t just sex.
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“That excuse is not going to work on me.” Harry huffed, looking at Y/N who was sat on her couch with her arms folded to herself.
“I have fifty other excuses I could use. Do you want me to start alphabetically?”
The man rolled his eyes, plopping down next to her as he began to give her the most pathetic puppy dog pout he could muster. It always worked. Always. Y/N was a sucker for Harry and he knew it. Damn him.
“No. I want you to come with me to the bonfire and pretend to be my girlfriend so Ashley leaves me the hell alone.” He crawled on top of her, letting his weight crush her a bit as he pleaded. “Pleaseeee? Please, muffin. You know everyone already thinks we date and we have made out a few times so it’s no big deal. It can be fun! And then she will leave me alone and stop calling me every night.”
For such a big, strong man? Harry was a whiny little baby. Her best friend was an idiot but she did love him, unfortunately. But did she love him enough to go to a stupid bonfire with people she tolerated? Y/N wasn’t sure.
“First of all, call me Muffin again and I will castrate you.” Her warning was clear as she huffed, trying to push him off. It was no use as he nuzzled his head into her neck, settling there. “Second of all… why can’t you be normal and reject her instead of doing a whole scheme? I know your whole thing is being nice but we both have classes and shit. I hate bonfires, H.” She grumbled, admitting defeat in her struggle to get him off.
Y/N wouldn’t admit how much she did kind of enjoy when he did this.
Harry wouldn’t admit he knows.
“You hate them because Johnny rejected you 2 years ago at one and then you got a beer spilled on you. You’ve got to let it go, baby cakes.” He sighed, speaking against her skin. “Live laugh love, you only love once, all that shit. No sense in holding grudges, my sweet angry baby.” He snickered at his own words before hissing when she tugged at his hair, pulling his head out of his hiding spot.
“Oi. If you do that, you’ll make me hard. And as much as I love the idea of persuading you to make sweet, sweet love to me.. we have a bonfire to catch.” He wasn’t really kidding. The hair pulling did make him hard and he didn’t want it to get worse. “Oh, and I like the new shower gel. Vanilla coconut?”
“You’re actually a little freak.” She deadpanned as if the whole interaction wasn’t giving her heart problems. There was already way too much knowledge about her best friend’s kinks in her head that she was nervous about knowing. “Now get the hell off of me if you want me to go. You can sniff me and determine my shower gel usage another time.”
“Wear the sexy jeans for me!”
“Fuck off.”
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Y/N hated it here.
Bonfires were stupid, in her humble opinion. A waste of wood for people to sneak off into the trees and have risky sex, to freeze their asses off because they hated the smell of smoke, or to wear things that didn’t make sense for the weather.
The only good part was smores and drinks, usually. But right now, she was getting to live a fantasy she didn’t usually allow herself to think about.
Playing Harry’s girlfriend was something she hadn’t done before. Everyone assumed they were dating usually and sometimes they didn’t bother to correct them but it wasn’t usually like this. His arm was wrapped around her body as he spoke, her head against his chest as they stood making small talk with people. Being the more talkative out of the both of them, Harry was talking to someone on the swim team about one of their meets and Y/N, politely, didn’t give a single fuck.
She was wrapped up in one of Harry’s flannel jackets and was quite warm even despite the nippy air, arms around his waist as he ran his free hand up and down her back in their embrace. His cup was still half full, keeping his promise to only have one drink. Y/N did not want to deal with drunk Harry tonight.
She wanted to scowl at him as she felt his hand move lower, but his whisper made her relax. “M’gonna put my hand in your back pocket, is that okay?” Despite it all, her best friend was good with consent especially in this way. They were very touchy people and he smacked her ass a lot to be funny but she had already said she didn’t mind when he did it as long as it wasn’t hard. “Promise I’ll only cop a very small feel.”
This was a new touch.
He nodded when she whispered a small ‘sure’ to him, gently placing his hand inside of the back pocket. The first thing she noticed was how big his hand was, and how fucking warm. She could feel it through her jeans, leaking heat through the fabric despite the cooler air. Harry always had been warm, but this? This was a shock.
What else was shocking was how much she actually liked it. She didn’t want to admit that at all, of course she didn’t. And she wouldn’t! But his hand was firm and warm and it felt secure. With that and leaning against his body, feeling the vibrations of his chest while he spoke, she was relaxed in a way she hadn’t been in a while. His chin resting against her head, Harry seemed to be natural in this hold with her.
It was only when she felt eyes on her that Y/N opened her own. Of course, like a dumb teenager after school movie, she was met with a glare from across the way. A girl who she was assuming was Ashley based off the way she wanted to melt Y/N’s skin off with her eyes.
“H?” She murmured, looking up at him. “I think we’ve been spotted.”
Harry took a moment to look around, hissing through his teeth. “Yeah. Definitely have been. She looks like she wants to maim you, babe.” Internally Y/N rolled her eyes, placing her hand inside of his back pocket, too. If she was here to play a role… she may as well.
“Ooooh. Touchy.” Harry teased. “Marking your territory, babe. I like it. Oh- fuck, wait. She’s storming over here. Act natural.” He ended it with a squeeze on her ass and a laugh which was interrupted by a call of his name.
“You aren’t serious.” The voice was a little nasally for her taste but Y/N blinked a few times as she looked at the girl. She was pretty! If she didn’t look like she was trying to mentally murder her. She did not need to be this weird and desperate over Harry. Y/N was sure plenty of guys or girls would want her as a hook up buddy.
“Hello.” Harry said quietly. Y/N wanted to smack him. Idiot. “What’s up?”
“What’s up? Is this why you’ve been avoiding me since I asked you to go out? You have a whole girlfriend or- whatever she is?”
Y/N laughed. She couldn’t help it. If Harry wanted a fake girlfriend, she would give him a fake girlfriend.
“Whatever I am… that’s a new one baby.” She giggled, looking at the girl. “I try and keep track of what girls say about me when they find out. But yeah. I’m his girlfriend. He’s not good at being rude but I am.” She grinned widely. “You don’t know how to take a hint. He isn’t interested. Don’t know if it has to hit you over the head to get you to see that. Rejecting you so many times only did so much so…” she shrugged her shoulders, Harry wide eyed at her behavior. He should have known better. Y/N didn’t like people being disrespectful.
“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” The girl’s voice was shrill and made Y/N wince. Was she dumb?
“I don’t know what you’re not getting from all of this. I don’t know your name.” Lie. “All I know if you won’t leave my boyfriend alone despite him being incredibly politely and declining in ways that he hopes doesn’t hurt your feelings. But I do not care about your feelings.” Blunt. Honest. Harry squeezed her back to him as he felt her move closer, not wanting it to escalate further.
“If this was switched, you’d be disgusted at a man who can’t take a hint. A no for an answer. You’d call him a creep. You’re being a creep. Regardless if he’s single or not, you aren’t entitled to a pretty boy’s time just because you want it. You’re beautiful and it sucks your personality ruins it.”
Y/N blinked at her as the girl stood there with a flushed face, sputtering as she looked at Harry for help- but he was too busy looking at his best friend. “I’m bored. Let’s go sit.”
Y/N was done with the conversation, taking his hand and bringing him over to the blanket on the ground to sit with him. She had gone to sit next to him but Harry maneuvered her to sit between his spread legs, pulling her to lean back against him. Arms crossed in front of her, he snuggled her in for a cuddle.
“Am I wrong for thinking that was incredibly hot?”
“Please. Shut up.” She groaned, throwing her head back against his shoulder. “I can see why you needed me though. What a freak. No is no. Doesn’t matter who it is.” She was still mad about it. “You’re nice. People take advantage of that. That’s why I’ve got to be your mean guard dog.” She puffed out a breath and closed her eyes to try and recharge from the draining social experience.
“I was hoping she would see and get the hint. M’sorry.” He did feel a bit bad that Y/N had to jump to his defense that way. Harry didn’t like making her stressed out despite being her main source of eye roll material. He liked her a lot more than he could admit.
This position was another example of just how much he enjoyed being all over her.
“I’d defend you any day.” She murmured, patting his hands. “You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot. And you’re warm. So I don’t mind playing this.” Y/N liked it far too much for her own comfort, especially when he leaned down and placed threes smooth, soft kisses on her neck. If Harry noticed the shivers, he didn’t say anything.
“Thank you.” He spoke against her neck. An excuse to cuddle her was one he never took for granted. He was the touchy one in their friendship and she tolerated it. It was rare for her to initiate so this was fun for him. “You’re the best. You smell good, and look good in my jacket too.” Harry was going to take advantage of this too, tucking his hand inside of it and resting it over her thinner cotton shirt underneath.
“I am not drunk enough for this.” She declared but made no effort to move. “But I don’t want a hangover. We could have drank the good shit at my place.” The little grumble was cute, making Harry shake his head at her ability to complain.
“Shhh. Enjoy this moment. Plus, when you drink tequila we always end up making out. You’re not human for getting the least bad hangover from that.” He truly didn’t know how the hell she was built. All he knew was she was definitely built different.
“It should probably be weird that we make out, huh?” She said after a few moments of silence. Best friends did a lot of things but she knew internally that she made out with him when they were drunk because she liked it. She enjoyed it. It never went further but that didn’t mean she didn’t think about it.
“No. It’s fun. You’re a good kisser and we’re both horny drunks. When we kiss each other it keeps from regrets with other people. And you always taste good, so.” Harry’s words were light but to him to meant a lot more. He didn’t want her to not do it with him anymore. He took any bit of her she would offer to him and that was one of his favorites. “It’s fun to kiss, but you’re the only friend I like to make out with. You aren’t afraid.” He teased, tickling her stomach.
“Oi! Are you calling me a slut!” She gasped quietly, turning her head to look at him. “I am a slut for your kisses maybe. But I haven’t gotten laid in ages. Rude, if you ask me.” She pouted, not too obvious about how nervous it made her to have his nose brush hers.
“Yeah. My little slut.” He teased, setting his hand down to playfully wrap it around her throat and move her a bit, jostling her and making her head move side to side.
Though he was joking… she couldn’t help but feel the heat between her thighs. His hand was loose around her neck but she liked the idea of tightening it and hearing those words growled into her ear. She had to stop it.
“If I’m a slut then what are you? You’re always the one to start the kisses.” She scoffed, trying not to show him how much the action effected her. Not realizing he could feel her pulse against his very fingertips.
“I never said m’not a slut. I’m your little slut too.” He sang back, though his voice was a bit deeper than before. Taking another risk, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth her lips. It wasn’t heated but it felt… different. Not in a bad way. In a way where he was sober, coherent, and her lips tasted like cinnamon sugar chapstick she had stolen from him a few weeks ago and never given back and the slight taste of beer. Their lips sticking together as she reciprocated the kiss, making his stomach turn in butterflies as he pulled back. “That’s all you get for tonight.”
Y/N’s head was swimming as he pulled back. What looked like a normal kiss between a couple to everyone else had tilted her world on its axis. Drunk kisses were easier to explain away. The butterflies and heat? Alcohol. Being horny? Alcohol. Wanting more? Alcohol. But being dead sober… and still feeling those things? Wanting his hand to squeeze her throat and his tongue to dip into her mouth, wanting him to mean it?
That was terrifying.
Still… she shook it off the best she could. Clearing her throat, she huffed and settled back to where she was, eyes closing so he couldn’t see the darkness nor the panic in them. It wasn’t his fault she couldn’t stop these feelings.
“Fucking brat. I’ll get you back for that. Just you wait.”
Harry went to reply but was interrupted by the strum of an obnoxious camp fire song starting via the guy sitting with his overly bleached hair. A look, some could say. No wonder people called him Frosty.
Right now, though, Frosty was his worst enemy.
Y/N had shut down slightly after their kiss but she didn’t pull away. Instead she grabbed his arms and placed them firmly around her body, giving him a soft smile as she settled back into him. He was nervous about what he had did but he can’t say he regretted it.
It was just confirmation to what he had already known and was too scared to admit.
Harry’s face was flushed. Skin glowy and he was hidden haphazardly under the covers. She hadn’t knocked, having never knocked, but he must have heard her footsteps as she walked up.
Now… anyone with manners or common decency wouldn’t have mentioned it. No, they’d either excuse themselves or move on. But Y/N didn’t have good boundaries when it came to Harry, and she was a curious little thing. Too curious for her own good.
“Christ. Y’can’t knock and y’dont have a filter to save your life.” He rolled his eyes in disbelief, groaning as he hid his eyes under his arm. I didn’t help that the subject of the fantasies he had been rudely pulled from had walked in, not naked and not bouncing on his thick cock. It was rude, if you asked him.
“Oh, hush.” She giggled, laughing harder as Harry scrambled back as she crawled up on the bed with him.
“Oi! What the fuck are y’doin, love?” He laughed nervously, cock still pulsing under the covers. Y/N was fearless and he knew that, but they’d never gotten this close. Sure, they spoke about sex and were close physically but this was…. Something else entirely.
“Relax, H. M’just getting comfortable. You don’t have to stop on my account.” She actually was nervous. Heart beating fast. But it was the best idea she had. She needed to get over this hurdle. And she was so curious about it, she needed to see him. If he was comfortable… she would want it.
“Y’want…. You want to watch?” He said slowly, trying to understand. His cock throbbed in betrayal of his confusion, aching to be touched again.
“Mhm. If you’re okay with that, though.” She leaned in next to him and placed her cheek against his shoulder. “I haven’t seen a guy do it. And I’ve always wanted to see yours. Y’act like it’s big.” She laughed, eyes curiously peeking at the bulge under the covers.
“Uh… okay. It won’t be weird?” He asked again, making sure she wouldn’t be weirded out. Of course it had been his idea, and he had been close to orgasm so he was eager to get back into the groove of it. The idea of her watching made him even more horny, but again… he was cautious.
“Mhm, it’ll be fine, H. You’re being silly.Let’s see.” She urged, stroking her fingers over his arm. Comforting to her, arousing to him. She listened to him take a breath, and slowly lowered the comforter back down.
Her eyes widened. It was… big. Bigger than she had ever experienced. And it was…. It was hot. Thick, red tip glistening, her mouth watered a bit as she wondered how the precum dripping from the slit would taste like. Or how it would feel to have it throbbing against her tongue as she stroked it.
It wasn’t the first time she had these thoughts. But the first time truly seeing what she would be working with.
“Wow…” her breath voice went straight to his stomach. “You’ve got a right to be cocky.” He wrapped his hand around it after those words, squeezing himself at the base. It was so nice to have her looking at him. A breathless laugh left him as he shook his head.
“Thanks, petal.” He murmured. His best friend watched as he gave himself a few strokes, lulling his head back. Her cheek pressed against his bicep, watching intently as his thumb rubbed over the slit. He hadn’t expected her to speak, though.
“How’s it feel?” She whispered, stroking over the back of his wrist. The hand was free, and she was touchy. “Is it good?” Her face tilted up to look at him.
“Feels really good, yeah.” He licked his lip, breathing getting heavier. “Was at a good place when y’came in.” He laughed. The strokes were slow and steady, her eyes going back to the length. Her thighs clenched together, imagining how good that much cock would feel filling her up.
“M’sorry.” She whispered. “I’ll help.” He was shocked when he watched her lean up, bending close to his length and pursing her lips. He gasped when a string of spit dropped down, dripping on to the tip and over to meet his fingers. He nearly whimpered, the idea of her spit coating him a lot to process.
“Oh, fuck.” He cursed, throwing his head back when she did it again. This time using her hand to brush the hair out of her face and giving him a clear view of the saliva dripping from her lip and stringing from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. “My god, Y/N.” He whined, lifting his hand up and breaking the spit from her bottom lip.
She laid back down, chest throbbing in time with the beat between her leg. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you.” She licked her still wet bottom lip, watching his fist stroke faster now. “It looks…. Really nice.”
Her words were hesitant but he could hear the genuine tone. And the bit of arousal, at least he hoped Thats what it was. Testing his luck, he spoke back.
“Yeah? Y’like watching me get off, petal?” He asked, turning his face to look at her. Her eyes glued to his cock, dark. Legs clenched together, her hand holding his wrist while the other strokes up and down. The new slick and wet sound her spit had added to the strokes only added to his new arousal.
“Uh huh…” she was breathless, nuzzling her cheek against his arm. Suddenly shy, she was aroused and wet, but so focused on the filthy sight in front of her she could barely move.
“Didn’t know you were dirty like that.” He spoke quietly. Waiting. The little shift she did and slight tiny whimper cluing him in to knowing that this was effecting her just as much. “Do ya’ think you could do me a favor?”
Pushing the limits. He knew it. But he was so beyond horny, so hard and aching and she was giving him all of this beautiful material… he couldn’t help but push for more and more and more. It was her idea, after all.
“Yeah. Yah- I can.” She whispered with wide eyes. His hand was working himself steadily and she was doing her best to not show how worked up she was. But she couldn’t help it.
“Kay…. Can y’dip those fingers in between your legs…. N’lemme taste?” He breathed. “Don’t have to if y’dont want to. Promise. Just…. Want to taste it. I just sent t’taste it, M’not gonna last long, sweetheart.” He pleaded. Needing to taste her and see if what he imagined was what she was.
Y/N nodded, her own breathing picking up as she snuck her fingers under the band of her lounge shorts. A soft moan left her throat, guiding the fingers up her soaked slit and bumping over her clit. The image of her hand in her pants and her little noise made his orgasm approach sooner, a simple Christ spilling from his lips as he watched.
“Are you wet?” His voice was a deep, dark tone she hadn’t ever heard before. Her head tilted back and her glazed over eyes met his as she nodded, hips chasing her hand as she stroked over her swollen, needy clit again and circled a few times. “Good girl. Let me have my taste.” His words weren’t a suggestion anymore, and it only made her even more eager.
Tugging her fingers out, his spare hand guided her wrist to his mouth and immediately, he brought them between his lips. Closing them around the smaller digits, the sweet, tangy taste of her cunt coating his tongue as he dragged it between the two. It was even. Better than he imagined, a dark moan escaping his chest as he stroked himself harder. Thrusting into his hand, he sucked her fingers clean, Every single digit, even brushing his tongue over her palm to get any he missed.
“Fucking sweet. Fuck, M’gonna cum.” He panted. “Gonna cum with that taste all over my fucking tongue. You’re unreal.” He slurred, mouth dropping open as she took her hand that was slick with his spit and her taste, knocking his own hand off. The confidence swelled in her at his reaction to how she tasted, wrapping her smaller fist around him.
“Go ahead. Fuck my hand. Cum on it.” Her lips brushed his jaw. “S’a good boy, Harry. Come on. S’so soft around you, isn’t it?” She purred, pressing her body into his side. He let out a whimper, nodding as his lips parted again.
“Yes, yes, petal. Feels so good, oh god baby… M’gonna cum.” He panted, hips thrusting into her hand she held tightly around him. “Oh, feels… shit, it’s so good, you’re gonna make me cum.” He babbled, dizzy with incoming orgasm.
“Go ahead. Cum. Such a pretty cock, S’a honor to have it in my hand.” Her lips puckered just a bit against his stubbly jawline. “Cum for me, Harry.” She nuzzled against him with a slight nip and he was done for.
He let out a deep groan, cock throbbing and finally going over the edge. Coating her hand and his stomach with sticky cum, he fucked his pick into her soft hand and held her wrist to him until he was too sensitive, pulling it off. His head swimming in orgasm, heat and pure bliss.
His face turned to meet her lapping his cum off her hand, humming as she did so. And that’s when Harry realized he was completely screwed. This fantasy about his best friend… wasn’t just fantasy anymore.
