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Best Friend Haz and Reader are so cute!! Do they just stay friends or is there a relationship involved👀
Tastes So Sweet*
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warnings: smut, oral f receiving(munchrry), lil bit of subrry, protected sex
pairing: best friend harry x reader
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Closing his front door behind him, Harry follows YN into his home, the both of them taking their shoes off by the door before making their way further in. They don’t even make it 5 feet before they’re on each other, Harry pressing his lips to YN’s and her body to the wall adjacent the door. Pulling away, their chests are heaving as Harry looks down at her with so much adoration in his eyes before he speaks up.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” Harry whispers against her lips, and she pulls away with a bashful smile before pressing her lips to his once more. This time, though, the kiss is much hungrier than the last, and Harry pulls her closer, running his hands down to her lower back, just beneath the hem of her shirt. Now, it’s him that pulls away from the heated kiss, a smug smile on his face as he looks down at her.
“Did that make you feel nice? Y’like when I compliment you?” he teases, gently taking her bottom lip between his teeth and earning him an annoyed whine from her. From the way she’s begun shifting on her feet he can tell that her thighs are pressed tightly together to provide herself with some relief to where she’s getting wet for him.
YN just playfully shoves his shoulder but he doesn’t budge, his tone becoming darker as his hands travel lower and lower. “I asked you a question, Petal. I need an answer or I’ll be taking care of myself tonight,” he warns, humming in satisfaction when she practically melts at his tone.
“Yes, it made me feel nice,” she murmurs, hooking her thumbs into his belt loops just to be gently pulled away seconds later.
“Well cmon then, I’ve got some more compliments,” he teases, and she chuckles at his lame joke as he begins to drag her down the hallway toward his bedroom. When they arrive he doesn’t even bother closing the door behind them before he’s helping her out of her clothes -stopping for a moment to admire how fucking pretty she looks in just a bra and panties- and ridding himself of his own.
He’s then helping her to the centre of the bed and on her back, climbing between her legs. He wraps his arms around her thighs for support. “How are you this gorgeous? A right angel, all for me,” he whispers, not wasting anymore time on words before he buries his face between her soft thighs. He immediately begins to lick and suck at her sodden folds, and the amount of pleasure so quickly scares YN just a bit, her hands flying to his hair and yanking, but not enough to hurt him.
“Just can’t get enough of you; taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against her, taking her swollen clit back into his mouth the moment he’s finished speaking. The both of them are drowning in pleasure, the sweetest sounds leaving her puffy lips. Each time she squirms above him he just pulls her even closer, burying his face so far into her that he can’t breathe.
He sucks and licks at her like a starved man, groaning against her, simply from her taste and the pleasure she’s receiving herself. She’s above him completely boneless as she lets him have his fill, and soon her legs are shaking around his head and her back arching as she nears the end. Words fail her as sobs of pure pleasure have begun to fall from her lips as she tries to warn him but can’t, her orgasm wracking her body almost unexpectedly.
She’s fallen silent as she rides it out against his face, the only sounds in the room being Harry’s groans and the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up every bit of what she has to give him. He keeps his mouth on her until she’s completely limp save for the occasional aftershocks that make her legs twitch on either side of his head, and he’s sitting up with a shiny chin and a leaking cock.
His hands have now found her hips as he begins to gently run them all over her body, whispering sweet words to keep her grounded as she catches her breath. When she catches her breath, he sits back on his heels as she pulls herself into a sitting position, and he just watches closely as she moves closer to him before spitting into her palm and taking his aching cock into her hand.
She takes a moment to admire him, hard and weepy, just for her, and strokes him slowly a few times to test the waters before he begins to grow impatient.
“Please, let me have you,” he whimpers, bucking his hips into her fist with an impatient whine. He feels his stomach clench in pleasure when she simply runs her thumb over his weepy tip, his head falling back and tears building in his eyes from the teasing. “‘m gonna cum if you don’t stop, please,” he begs once again, choking on a moan when she bends down between his thick thighs and replaces her thumb with her tongue.
Running her tongue through the mess he’s made of himself, she hums in satisfaction when he tries to buck his hips toward her face but is stopped by her hands. She decides to indulge for a few more moments before she’s pulling off him with an audible pop, moving to the centre of the bed.
Harry can only watch her with a heaving chest as she spreads herself open for him, his cock twitching painfully from the teasing and anticipation. He could cry when she finally gives him permission, and he’s making quick work of grabbing the condom from behind him and sliding it on, a small whimper leaving his lips from the stimulation he’s provided himself.
He wastes no more time before climbing on top of her and lining himself up with her. He slides in as slowly as possible, and when he bottoms out his arms immediately shake before giving out and his head falls into the crevice between her face and shoulder, his body shuddering at the warmth and snugness of her. The weight on top of her has him nestled right against her g-spot, and when she lets out the sweetest moan he’s ever heard, it takes everything in him not to fill the condom right then, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels himself nearing his orgasm.
They just lie there connected in the most intimate way for a few moments until he can feel like he can move without blowing inside her, his hips rutting against hers as he begins to slowly fuck her. Their close proximity only aides in the progression of their orgasms, his pelvis brushing against her swollen clit, causing her to flutter around him from how sensitive she still is.
It only spurs him on, and he picks up the pace just a bit without changing the depth or angle in hopes it will get her there quicker. “Feel so good,” he murmurs against her neck, and beneath her sounds of pleasure he can hear the sound of their bodies connecting, he can feel her wetness against his pelvis as he brings the both of them closer.
“‘m gonna cum,” he hears her gasp right beside his ear, her arms wrapping around his upper back in an attempt to bring him closer to her.
“Please, please give it to me,” he whines against her. Moments later he feels her body go rigid and a long, drawn out moan leaves her lips as she finally cums around him, the feeling sending him over the edge as well. Harry feels his stomach clench and his balls draw up before all of his pent up release drains from his body, his warm cum flooding the condom. He can only sob against her damp skin and rut his hips against her as he works every last drop of cum from himself, pushing himself as deep as he can go as he twitches inside of her until he’s empty.
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jarofstyles · 4 months
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“There y’are.”
Y/N squealed as she felt hands haul her backwards, melting into his broad chest as she was greeted with a smattering of kisses against her cheek. A squeaking noise left her lips as a tiny giggle erupted against her will, her messenger bag falling off of her shoulder, large hands settling against her soft stomach. The tip of his nose was cold but it gave her the shivers, nudging her warm skin. He must have been waiting outside the building for a bit for her class to end. He had said he would be waiting for her but she had been searching out his car- not his being.
“You scared the shit out of me.” Y/N huffed, trying to meld back into the grumpy version of her that had been left in bed earlier this morning. She committed to the bits she had, that was something she was dedicated to. “Rude. It’s freezing out here, are you crazy?”
The temperatures had started their unfortunate yearly drop a bit earlier this year, but Harry didn’t see much of a problem with it now that he had someone to snuggle with in the early mornings. When she hadn’t woken up yet and snored softly, wheezy noises came from her peaceful body and her body soaked in every bit of his ‘furnace like’ body heat she had complained about when the weather had been warmer. She would curl further into him these days, sticking her cold feet in between his legs and hiding herself under the covers and letting his head peek out to ‘watch for danger’ while she hid in his chest. He had never known how much the little things really did add up.
“Crazy for you, my love.” He cooed, meaning every word of it. He also knew it would get the little gag from her, pretending she hated his mushy, gushy words and how much of a complete and utter sap he was. He would pretend he believed the act. “C’mon, you love it.” he let her turn in his arms, his grin wide on his face. Y/N could see his flushed cheeks and pink nose from standing out in the cold instead of the warmth of his car to pick her up and she felt that little burst of fondness move through her tummy up to her chest. Leaning up, she graced him with a chaste peck to his lips. “I love you. Not your gross mushy stuff. And m’still annoyed with you.”
She wasn't. She was milking it and they both knew that, but as Harry usually did, he went along with her little faux tantrum.
“I had to leave for class this morning, dove.” His exhaled was soft, the warm breath against her lips making her nose crinkle before pulling back and folding her hand with his. “You’re the one who’s been telling me how important it is for me to go.”
“Since when did you listen to me?” She scoffed. “You could have blown it off and spent the morning with me. It was so cold. I was all alone when I woke up again.” Y/N pouted just a little bit and he couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head as he tugged on their joined fingers to lead her towards his car. “Like the damn arctic. Your big, hairy, manly furnace body had taken all the heat. For what? For class you don’t even like?”
“Well, first of all, it’s quite literally your fault it’s freezing. You insist on the bloody fan being on all night long and leaving the window open a crack because you ‘fall asleep better cold and warmed by me’ so… you can’t blame me for that. However, the second thing? It’s not like I wanted to. I had to. I’ve been slacking off ever since you’ve moved in.” He joked, nudging her arm with his own. It was his own doing, really, and he knew it. He needed to be better about it but he often slacked off of classes because it was a lot more appealing to soak in the syrupy kisses and soft, dreamy whispers she could give him. Y/N freshly woken up - in the right way- was the softest he could get her without being the one to fuck it out of her.
They were quite a way into their relationship now, months and months under their belts when they’d finally decided to move into Harry’s place together. His was the choice because it had far more space and their landlord would allow pets. Something Y/N wanted desperately when they graduated and had more time to dedicate to one. His space had truly become theirs over the last few months. It had been littered with her things for ages now but he had never seen so many hair ties and bobby pins in his life. Never knew how many pairs of socks two people went through in a wash, never knew how much bathroom space she could take up. Thank god he had two bathrooms. She had effectively booted him from the master.
Harry didn't mind though. If it meant having her there, he was happy. He didn’t need personal space when it came to Y/N. She was his other half. His soul mate in every sort of way.
Living together officially had taught him a lot of little things about her. She had different shampoos and conditioners for different ‘phases’ of hair washes. She bought razors in bulk, the pink and blue ones, until Harry had convinced her to go for a more sustainable one with refillable cartridges. She had an addiction to the sugar scrubs of different scents or ‘flavors’ as she insisted they call them. She hated wet bath mats and always changed it because stepping on a wet mat ruined her night. She sometimes neglected to properly wash the toothpaste out of the sink when she was in a rush but she got upset about it once so he decided to clean it whenever he noticed. The little things mattered quite a bit to him, he was finding out more and more.
“Ugh.” Y/N grunted. “We’re almost done. You can take some participation points. Especially when I was planning on doing some dirty shit this morning and you ruined all my plans.” her pout was now morphing into a teeny smirk, knowing that would get him. Y/N had harped on the importance of going to class but now that they lived together, it felt a lot different. Waking up without harry felt astonishingly sad, as dramatic as that was. She liked to be a bit indulgent in her mornings now, rarely waking before him but hoping for the opportunity to see his floppy hair and the stubble that grew overnight to give him a bit of that rugged look. His sleepy eyes when he woke up and his big cat like stretch that he did once he was awake enough to feel the stiffness in his joints. Those things had her falling deeper in love with him.
She had been unsure how sex would be after they confessed their love, but if anything? It had gotten even better. Miles better. The full trust, the lack of secret feelings and fully letting them bloom and plant more seeds of love in every single time they joined that way, it had improved their connection. Sex with feelings was so much better than anything else they'd experienced. Plus, there was no fear in asking to try something out. Kinks, experiments, anything. Sex had a new meaning between the both of them.
Harry was quiet for a moment which she knew was him internally cursing.
“Well you didn’t tell me that.” He replied, a bit strained. “You just told me not to leave and you’d be cold in that sad, sweet little morning voice and broke my heart a little. I didn’t know you were planning on being a dirty little minx.”
“I’m always planning on being a dirty little minx, Harry. Keep up.”
Y/N still kept him on his toes. She kept him close, but popped him on the ass to keep things exciting. Harry ate every bit of it up. Every sassy remark, every eye roll, every sweet secret snuggle under the covers. He had fallen in love with her when she gave him the most shit, when she poked fun of him and smacked his ass when he walked past, when she would take the piss out of him for the matching mugs he bought at the shops but used hers every day. Y/N’s personality had many layers and he loved each and every one as she uncovered them to him. She wasn’t just his lover- she was his best friend.
“I’m trying, baby. I’m always gonna try.”
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“It was bad enough when you two were macking on each other when you were drunk. Seeing it sober is going to make me need to bleach my eyes.” Niall groaned, pressing the pint to his face as if to mask him from their chaste pecks.
Y/N narrowed her eyes at the man, turning back to Harry and grabbing his cheeks in her hands before planting a real kiss on his mouth. It was out of spite, yes, but she would never say no to an opportunity to kiss Harry. The man took it in stride, placing his own bottle down and hooking a hand around the back of her neck with a pleased yet surprised hum as he leaned down to keep up with her. It was when tongue was visible and Harry let out a groan that Niall began to make his protess loud.
“Oi! Enough! Enough! Is this a softcore porno? Give it a rest!” He hissed, making the rest of the table chuckle.
“You kind of asked for it, Ni. They were being cute before and you had to make a snide comment. You know how Y/N is.” Sarah laughed, leaning into Mitch with a shake of the head.
Y/N pulled away from Harry with an audible pop, looking over to the man. “If you kept your mouth shut and let me say hello to my boyfriend in peace instead of groaning and moaning like a little bitch like you do every time, perhaps I wouldn’t have to do it.” She shrugged. Pulling her sweater sleeve over her thumb, she turned back to Harry and wiped a bit of lip gloss from the corners of his lips. As pretty as he looked with glossy lips, the shade she was wearing didn't suit his skintone today. His olive undertones had said thanks, but no thanks.
“I never would have thought that Y/N would turn into a mushy and soft girl for anyone. She hated men before Harry.” Adam admitted, which was honestly the thoughts of a lot of the group. Y/N hadn’t been a very warm and fuzzy person but with Harry, she allowed herself to be visibly sweet and vulnerable in a way that made them all genuinely happy for them. Harry had looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars even before they got together, the both of them oblivious to those feelings, but she had been the shocker.
“Uh, don’t get it messed up. I still hate them. Not Harry, like every basic girl will say, but he knows and will be paying for his crimes. He knows.” she shrugged, lifting his arm and snuggling into his warmth. Her own drink was half finished but she preferred to cuddle up with him. He had a long three days of classes and work after so she hadn’t gotten much time with him. She wasn’t going to skimp on giving him a kiss because she knew Niall would groan and complain.
Harry was smart, simply nodding and raising the drink Y/N had ordered for him. He didn’t mind letting Y/N take the lead for this sort of thing. She didn’t need him defending their honor when she did it so easily and very, very well.
“I know when to keep my mouth shut, mate. You should give it a try.” He snickered at Niall who rolled his eyes.
“You are whipped. The mighty have fallen. You’re a househusband as it is, I can’t believe it. Like a little puppy, you follow her around. If it wasn’t cute, I’d be having an intervention.” Niall fake gagged again. His banter with Y/N about their relationship was a frequent thing at this point and they were all used to it, their heads pin-ponging back and forth as they spoke.
“I can not wait until you fall in love, Niall. I will take every single opportunity to remind you of these words right here.” Harry sighed dreamily. “I am going to tell your lover exactly what you said and they will probably take the piss right along with me. I hope you get t’fall in love like I have. It’s my wish for all my mates.”
“I will never be as sappy as you, H. Never. Mark my words right here and now. Y/N has some sort of spell over you and I applaud her for that, but no one is going to turn me into that pile of goo you turn into whenever she calls you ‘baby.” The man snickered but everyone else around them smirked knowingly. Niall put up a good front, but when it came down to it.. They would all see.
“Trust me, I am. It’s marked and set. I will come back to this conversation one day and you will eat those words.”
The night continued as usual, but Y/N felt more needy than usual. Her affection was more blatant, both to annoy Niall and make him slightly uncomfortable being one of the only single ones in the group now, but also having missed Harry quite a bit. Her cheek rested against the soft fabric of his jumper, his shoulder broad and a good thing to relax on. Her hand held his firmly as she stayed quiet, observing him interact with their friends. Seeing him simply exist as a human was so fascinating to her. Y/N wasn’t always a major talker and Harry didn’t mind. He kept his routine of checking in, making sure she was okay and pressing kisses to the crown of her head in between lulls of conversation. Even distracted, he was attentive to her emotions.
“Y’good?” he whispered against her hair. “I want to go home in a few minutes. The shift kicked my ass and I need some quiet. That's okay with you?” Harry would stay longer if she wanted but he could tell she wanted to go home. They’d been more and more busy lately so meeting up wasn’t as frequent as their friends would like, so both of them had said they needed to make more of an effort. It was easy for them both to spend all of their free time with each other and forget about other socializing. They were truly best friends, so time together at home was their first choice most of the time. Harry had always been more social than her though, so she put thought into that when they had first started dating for real and made sure to plan meetings with friends when she could. She didn’t want them to resent them together because they were now dating and attached at the hip.
It had worked quite well. Everyone had gotten busier though, so it was more understandable now. Y/N was selfish with Harry and he with her, though. They’d had enough socializing for a while now that they’d been in a bar for a hair too long. Y/N was itching to get home to their quiet and peaceful home they’d been curating together and spend time together alone. Navigating the time spent between school, work and friends hadn’t been easy, no, but it had 1000% worth it. Harry was worth every single effort she could make.
Harry's deep voice broke her out of her thoughts, his hand slipping out from behind her to hold her own, standing up to help her up. “Let’s get out of here and have some wine at home, hm?”
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“Isn’t it crazy?” Y/N asked softly as they curled up naked on the couch yet again. His fingers twirled damp strands of hair as he turned to look at her eyes, slightly hooded as they recovered from a lazy, dirty fuck. One of his absolute favorites. Freshly shower Y/N coming into the living room where he had been on his laptop, dropping her towel and standing there with an arched eyebrow. She was his for the taking, so naturally he snapped the top of the laptop closed and lifted his hips up to dispose of his sweats.
“What, my love?” He asked, still a bit groggy from the post orgasm haze. She had done that thing with her hips and he had cum quite hard. In fact, he was still inside of her, keeping all his cum snug and safe. They’d need to get up in a few moments, but he was relishing in keeping himself warm inside of her. That being said- he hadn’t full been paying attention to what she said.
“Just said that we were two idiots and we almost lost each other because we had communication issues. Well…” she paused. “I did. I got scared. For a bit I thought you were too good for me. Sometimes I still think that. But I was so scared of the possibility, so against being hopeful that I was dumb on purpose. Waiting to be hurt when I didn’t have t’be.” her cheek was stuck against his slightly sticky chest, fingers brushing through the thin dusting of chest hair between his pecs. He had started to leave it alone once she mentioned how sexy she found it.
“I do think it’s crazy. But I was the same way. At least we were idiots together, yeah?” His laugh vibrated against her cheek. “We had to confront it sometime. We’ve gotten loads better at talking since then, too. You n’me, a dream team. No more hiding stuff, unless it’s the times you go about and drink the last of the orange juice and try and gaslight me to say I did it.” He snorted, making Y/N groan.
“One time. That was one time, and I genuinely forgot because I was hammered.” Y/N defended. “We have gotten better though. I only threaten to break up with you twice a day, probably.” It was an ongoing joke that neither of them were bothered by. Y/N threatened him with it for sneezing one too many times in a row. They both knew they were never going to break up.
“Mhm… Can threaten it as much as you want, but we both know you’re gonna be my wife.” his finger gently brushed the bridge of her nose. “Soon m’gonna lock you down. Ring so heavy you’re cemented to the floor, all of that.” The discussion of marriage had already been had. Harry wanted to wait until they were settled in jobs, at least him, wanted to find a place they wanted to be. Probably close to his family since she had been welcomed into it so easily and was in cahoots with his sister. It was brutal, his two biggest protectors and bullies wrapped into one.
“So what is the point of this one?” Her hand raised in the air, the gold and blue gem sparkling against her skin.
“That’s just the promise, my love. The real ring for the real question will be much bigger.” He smiled, bringing the hand to his mouth and pressing a smooth kiss to her ring finger. The promise ring had been given just a month ago, promising her that he was devoted to her. To their future. They were finishing school and he wanted them to finish and for him to be able to make more to save up for the ring she deserved. The one on her hand hadn’t been cheap, no, but he had caught her looking on etsy at it multiple times before closing the browser. He had surprised her after a nice dinner and a drive down to the boardwalk to let her know just how devoted he was to her.
“I mean.. Don’t go too crazy, H. I need to be able to use my hands with it on every day.” Y/N warned. Harry loved to spoil the shit out of her. It always had made her a mix of giddy and uncomfortable. Happy to be thought of, that he cared that much and loved her enough to want to take care of her and get her things, but unable even still to fully let go of the slight guilt of him spending money on her. The one soothing factor was how happy he got to do it. To give her things and see her reaction, his wide smile when she gasped or thanked him over and over again. It seemed neither of them were truly ever disappointed, even when she teased him about the gifts.
“Sorry. I’m gonna go crazy. As big as I can go while being practical. I need a warning signal for all around that you’re mine, taken, and loved. People already try t’mug me off and flirt with you as it is. They’ve got t’get a clue.” he was partially kidding. “But really, you deserve it. Deserve an expensive, pretty ring. Gorgeous ring for my gorgeous girl. I’m plotting and scheming behind the scenes, my darling. Don’t worry too much about it.”
Y/N laughed, shaking her head before closing her eyes. His fingers were gently tugging at her hair as he played with it, another few kisses pressed to her hand before he placed their joined palms back on his chest. “Dunno why you’re laughing, baby. I’ve told you many times that m’gonna spend my whole life making sure that flame in your heart keeps getting bigger and hotter. Want my fiery girl to feel loved and confident every damn day of her life. So its not a joke, it’s a promise. You’re going to get the nice ring and whatever sort of wedding you want one day. We’re gonna spend a few weeks traveling across Europe for our honeymoon because that’s what you want t’do, and you’re going to be the first thing I see when I wake up every morning. Sounds like the perfect trade off.”
Harry knew it was a privilege to love her. He had always felt lucky that she had decided he was cool and funny enough to be her friend and then had managed to become her best friend. Now he was her lover, her confidant, her one day husband. He hadn’t known how he managed to get this lucky but he would never take it for granted.
The phrase of if he wanted to, he would, often hung over her head because it was true. Harry and this relationship had proved that to her time and time again. He was never too tired, never annoyed to do things for her. He thought of things on his own, he surprised her, he respected her time and space. Y/N didn’t need to ask for much because they were usually on the same page.
“I love you.” She whispered, lifting her head up enough to kiss his jaw. “Love you more than anything. Even if you’re a sappy, cheesy little thing. I’m really lucky to be loved by a man like you, H.”
“There’s no one else I want to love, Y/N. It’s always been you.”
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eveningepiphany · 1 year
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and they were roommates | H.S
summary: when harry and Y/N have gone from longtime best friends to roommates, the lines that have been slowly blurring since their teen years are beginning to disappear altogether.
warnings: smut, oral fem rec, PIV (unprotected), praise kink, kind of a size kink if you squint— and sexual mentions throughout!
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“Dude, why are you drinking out of my coffee cup again.” You groan, after opening the cupboard to find your favourite cup missing for what had to be the third time this week.
You and Harry have been living together for over half a year now, since he got back from touring with one direction and you started college.
It all happened relatively quickly, Harry wanted a place with someone— so it was never alone over the months he was touring— and you didn’t want to stay on campus with a heap of people you didn’t know.
So here you are, living in your 3 bedroom flat, with your best friend while studying to get the job of your dreams. It sounds ideal doesn’t it, till your flat mate starts stealing everything you own I suppose.
“M’sorry,” he laughs from the couch, not meaning it whatsoever.
“It’s just s’cute— reminds me of you with all the little hearts n’stuff on it.” He glances over his shoulder, a guilty smile on his face as he brings it up to his lips and swallows a mouthful of hot tea.
You grab his cup from the shelf, “We live together, there’s hundreds of things in this house that should remind you of me other than my mug.”
“It’s fine, I’ll use yours instead.” You know his favourite, the one Gemma and Anne got him for his 14th birthday, with their faces plastered all over it.
“Go ahead, doesn’t bother me at all.” He says smugly, stretched out on our couch, clad in grey sweats and a black tshirt.
You make yourself a tea, and plop down next to him— since it’s Sunday, you don’t have anything planned other than going to the campus library to study.
As if he read your mind he asks, “what’re the plans for today, sweet thing.”
Him and his bloody pet names.
He’s been doing it since you were in highschool, and he started calling you ‘baby’ as a joke because you said you thought it was a cheesy nickname, and it’s stuck around even years later. Now he has a full list of nicknames, equally as disgustingly lovey.
Yet, coming from his mouth and in his accent, they somehow evoke a blush on your cheeks everytime.
His girlfriends never liked the nickname thing— even though he toned it down a lot, if not completely. You rarely heard them, except maybe when you were alone, another thing that didn’t often happen when he was with someone.
The amount of girls who absolutely despised your existence back in highschool all because of your friendship with Harry.
Plenty of girls made up the most scandalous rumours possible to try and get Harry to hate you, fortunately it never worked.
In the end it never really mattered, his relationships never really lasted particularly long anyway. A lot of girls just couldn’t handle the fact he was so close with you, and to be honest you did understand.
“Not much sugar, just going to the library later to study.”
“Can I come?”
“Are you suggesting I sneak you into our student only library right now?” You say in mock surprise.
“Absolutely i am, and maybe then we can go out and get a bite to eat.”
“You’re just gonna be sitting there doing nothing for like probably 2 hours?” You shrug, unsure why he’d want to come in the first place.
“That’s s’alright, I would’ve just been doing that ‘round here anyway.”
“Alright, better not get me caught then.” You sigh.
“I’ll wear that really baggy college jumper you have, they’ll never know.” He laughs.
“Just another thing if mine you’re gonna start stealing, hm?”
“Oh, well now you’ve suggest that—“ He chuckles and you dig your elbow into his side.
“Ouch!” He yelps, as if it actually hurt that much, and he quickly reaches over to have some payback.
Knowing he’s probably gonna tickle you, you jump up, “Oh god— not with the tea, not with the tea!”
He smoothly slips the mug out of your grip and places it down on the table.
You panic, knowing how brutal his tickling is.
Your legs only get you so far across the room before he catches up, immediately prodding you in the waist— he knows that has you disarmed in seconds unfortunately.
He tugs you into his chest, fingers skating all over your body causing you to squirm.
You’re half laughing half crying as you fight against him, “oh my god— Harry, please—“
“You know I always give good payback, love.” He laughs as you’re both stumbling around in the lounge room.
You manage to knock him into the couch, practically sitting him down. His lips part and you’re left standing directly between his spread legs.
His brows shot up his face, a few brown curls falling over his eyes.
Of course he looks fucking gorgeous right now.
You find plenty of these little moments, where sometimes it takes more strength then it should to pull yourself away from him. Your head muddled with images— fantasies— of your lips on his.
You allow yourself to indulge just a little, letting your hand sweep the curls that have fallen over his eyes back. Pulling them hard enough to tip his eye line to you.
“Fuck you, asshole.” You say breathless, attempting to sound annoyed but you don’t think it would have scared a fly.
And with that, you move from the space between his legs and head back to your room.
Harry is left sitting there, also short of breath, with a tiny smile playing on his lips.
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About 2 hours later, you’re laying down on your bed, book in hand when the door to your room opens.
“Hey Satan.” You say, not looking up from your page.
“Hey Angel.” You can literally hear him smiling.
He walks into your walk-in-closet, and starts to flick through the racks.
“And what exactly are you doing.” Sighing, you put the book down.
He comes out, pulling your grey college hoodie over his head. It hardly looks baggy on him, compared to how it is on you.
“Getting ready t’go.”
“You’re uninvited.” You scoff, sounding deadpan, but he knows you don’t mean it.
“Awh, you mad at me hm?” He comes over, grabbing your hand to pull you up off the bed.
You don’t fight him as he tugs you up, nor do you agree or disagree.
“God you’re a bluff.” He laughs as he picks up your bag with his free hand.
“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, a smile cracking through.
He doesn’t drop your hand as this time you pull him out of your room to grab your keys.
The college campus is luckily only a 5 minute drive down the road, and it’s not long before you’re both walking in.
You scan your student key card to get into the library, and because it’s Sunday afternoon it’s pretty much dead.
There’s two people sitting over by the windows on their computers and that appears to be it.
Harry follows you down to the back of the library, where your favourite spot is, surrounded with shelves and has warm midday sun streaming through the skylight.
You sink into the leather couch, and start pulling stuff out of your bag.
Harry has ended up flipping through the books nearby, and you really take a moment to look at him in your hoodie.
A feeling swells in your chest, that he really wanted to spend his afternoon with you in a library, and how… cute he looks in your jumper.
You assume this is probably how guys feel when girls are wearing their overly baggy shirt and boxers or something.
But instead you can nearly see the bulge of his bicep outlined through the material.
He walks back over, slipping his phone out from his back pocket before he sitting down next to you.
“Thanks for sneaking me in.” He leans in to whisper in your ear.
“Your welcome.” You chuckle.
You open your laptop, beginning to file through notes, and he’s scrolling on his phone.
It’s a comfortable silence, something you’d never get sick of. Just being with one another.
His had slips over the back of the chair, fingers brushing your shoulder.
Heat zips up your spine for no good reason. You want to die a little, hating how you find yourself getting hot and bothered all because of his touch— and since you’ve moved in together it’s happening all the more often.
Like the times you end up cuddling on the couch, watching romcoms, and his hands would fall on the peak of your hip and the dip of your waist, pulling you into his chest. God his hands. Usually adorned with cold rings, at that time of night they’re bare and warm.
Or when you’ve fallen asleep on said couch with him, and woken up— somehow having slept all night without waking— in a tangle of limbs with him, feeling his morning wood poking into you. Him apologising profusely after waking up, even though it’s not the first time it’s happened.
However this isn’t an entirely new feeling. There were the few times as teenagers when you pushed the limits on your friendship. Usually drunk and sneaking back into one of your houses, and ending up against the wall or in bed, getting so close to kissing it physically made your body ache. Till someone laughed, or he tickled you.
That one time you were sitting on his lap at a party and you felt him harden beneath you, and you played into it a little, innocently wiggling your hips against him. And when he’d looked at you— eyes dark and filled with undeniable desire— you’d coyly asked him what was wrong, like as if you didn’t know exactly what the problem was. “Nothing.” He’d cleared his throat, scooting you down his leg with his hands. “Just uh, have t’go to the bathroom.”
You shake you head, physically— hoping to clear your thoughts— and his eyes snap to you.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, a light frown on his face.
You clear your throat, “just remembered I…”
His thumb is stroking your shoulder, really not helping you collect yourself. You clench your thighs together.
“Have a test tomorrow.” You finished slowly, and his eyes narrow for a second before nodding.
He doesn’t say anything as you aimlessly scroll through notes, pretending to focus when all you can feel is his fingers grazing along your shoulder.
45 minutes.
A fully excruciating 45 minutes you sit there, half attempting to focus on the notes as his fingers trace the length of your shoulder, and even ghost over the junction of your neck and upper back.
“I think I’m done.” You blurt, causing his gaze to snap to you and hand to still.
“Wanna get something to eat then?” He asks, a slight edge to his voice you can’t properly place.
“Maybe if we can just go home? I have a headache to be honest, I kinda just want to eat some ramen and crash on the couch.” You ramble, hoping he’s not annoyed you’re not going out for lunch— when In reality Harry would never care about something like that.
“‘Course beautiful.” He nods, a smirk flashing over his lips.
The drive home is just as painful for you, and you feel like you need to have a cold shower to get out of the headspace you’re in.
Because everything he’s doing is somehow being warped into completely non-platonic thoughts— plain filthy thoughts.
Like how he’s fiddling with his ring right now at the red light, slowly slipping his finger in and out of it.
Oh god.
As you get home, you are almost jumping out of the car.
Distance, you need distance— right now.
You leave your bag in the back, ready just to get inside.
You’re fumbling with your keys at the door, trying to find the house key amongst 20 others, and Harry is right behind you.
He reaches over, plucking up the gold key on the key ring, “this one.” His voice sounds gravely, almost sultry as it enters your ears and into your depraved and clearly aroused mind.
You unlock the door, toeing off your shoes, “You’ve really gotten yourself worked up, hm?”
He asks, and you freeze.
You don’t say a word as you stand just inside the doorway, he’s right behind you but you can’t trust that actually just came out of his mouth.
Because maybe you’re hearing things— maybe really horny people hear thi—
“Don’t think I haven’t seen how hard you’ve been clenching those pretty little thighs.”
“Wh…what?” You stutter out as he moves closer to you.
He’s in your space when you turn around, and your stepping back— only to be met with him stepping forward again.
This happens until your back hits the hallway wall, and his hands bracketing either side of your body.
His hands move to rest on your lower hips, gently enough that if you weren’t comfortable with it, you could slip them straight off.
“I’ve seen you like this before.” He states, eyes dark.
“How you get so zoned out, I’d kill to see what’s going inside that head of yours.”
“Harry…” Your hands are hardly an inch away from his chest, tingling to touch him.
You’re reminded— the second time today— of the time when you were teenagers, up against the wall of his bedroom.
“Fuck.” Harry sighed, breath hot against the side of your neck.
You’d somehow managed to sneak back into his house without waking his family, which is shocking considering the amount of drunken giggling coming from the both of you.
Or the stumbling up the stairs as he playfully swatted your ass behind you.
It was somewhat a wonder of how you ended up against the wall of his bedroom, hands all over eachother.
He was half-hard, you could feel him pressed into your side shamelessly as he ran his palms along your figure.
“Am I getting you all hard?” The alcohol in your system gave you confidence to ask outright with a laugh.
He chuckled back without an ounce worry, “Yea, honestly.”
“Didn’t know I did it for you like that.” You pushed your hands up his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his torso.
“Mm, I betcha don’t.” He licked a stripe up the shell of your ear and you let out a little humorous squeak.
“You’re so sensitive.” He started to tickle you and you squirmed under his grip.
That was the closest to kissing the two of you got that night, and although the tension was palpable, you somehow managed to resist it. Even though you both wanted to so bad it made you ache.
Scooping you up, he plopped you onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs.
He chucked you one of his shirts and sweatpants for you to change into.
Nothing more happened, he got into bed with you after stripping down to his boxers and you rolled into his arms.
“Look cute in my clothes baby, as always.” He kissed your temple.
“Mm, you’re cute, H. Think you’re really sweet.” You slurred with sleep.
“Love when you call me baby.” You confess while you play with his hair.
“D’ya?” He smiled into your neck.
“Yea…”
“See, there you go again— what’s got you all distracted?” His calm question snapped you back to reality.
You slide your fingers down to his waist, still not sure what to say, head spinning at his close proximity.
“Or do I have to work it out for myself?” He slips his hand to your waistband, waiting again for a reply.
An uncalled for whimper slipped from your mouth, louder than you’d like to admit.
“Fuckin hell.” He groans, moving to graze his lips on your cheek, not doing anything without asking.
God they were soft. So fucking soft.
You kissed his cheekbone, and you both gently pecked around eachothers face, all but evading lips.
“Please kiss me, H.” You tugged on his hair.
He wasted no time sliding his lips over yours. The two of you savouring that first real kiss.
You both held it for a few moments, the years of tension melting into it. Too far gone to worry about the repercussions this could possibly have on your friendship.
At this point, you’ve crossed the line between your platonic friendship and not so small romantic feelings so long ago— perhaps without even releasing— that although it’s a new feeling, it almost feels natural.
Years of short pecks, and gentle, mostly chaste kisses— not to say you haven’t made out while blackout drunk i suppose— have made you both eager to experience a kiss like this for the first time.
It quickly went from a feather-soft kiss to one you could only deem hungry and exploratory.
The first real taste of his tongue was hooking, he swiped it along your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and plucking it towards him.
The pop it made as he released it had you groaning into him.
Your hands— which had long since found their way into his curly hair— were tugging at the roots.
He pulled your legs up around his waist, and you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.
“You’re so hard—“ you moaned out, pushing your hips forward to grind against him.
“God, you feel s’fucking good. Bet you’re so wet right now.”
“Touch me, Harry, please touch me.”
He chuckled into your neck, “I am baby,”
“Gonna have to be a little more specific. Tell me what y’want.”
“Want you. Anything, anything you’ll give me.”
His mouth is back on yours before you can say more, and he’s carrying you down the hallway into his room.
He carefully sets you down on the edge of his of bed, dropping to his knees between your splayed legs.
“Can we take these off?” He clarifies as he grabs the top of your pants.
“Yes,” you sigh out and he slips them from your legs.
He tosses them aside before coming to solely focus on you.
You’re only in plain black panties, and you open your mouth to apologise for it,
“Sorry, didn’t really think I’d—“
“Don’t you dare apologise. This is bloody…” He leans to press a kiss on the inside of your knee before ghosting his hand over the fabric covering your core.
Moving forward he lays an open-mouthed kiss on top of where your clit is, and you moan out softly.
He could feel how damp the soft cotton of your underwear was beneath his lips, and he looks up to you.
“Can these come off too?” He asks, hooking his fingers around them, eager to get them off.
Another keen yes slips from your mouth, and he tugs them from your hips.
He’s quiet for a moment, as your lower half is laid on display to him. His eyes are flitting over every detail possible, taking in what has to be the only part of you he hasn’t seen in your years of friendship.
“You are phenomenal.” He says, his filthy praise has your head spinning.
“And so wet…” he licks his lips carefully, “all for me?”
You groan again at his words, hardly able to form a coherent sentence to answer such a question.
“Use y’words, darlin’.”
“Yes, Harry— just for you. All this just for you.” You whine, pushing your hips up into nothing, aching for any kind of friction.
He kisses everywhere, just under your belly button, the crease of your inner thigh— everywhere except for where you want him most.
“Harry, don’t tease me, just want your mouth on me.” You say outright, moaning at his finger that’s slipped up to your entrance, gently rubbing the outside of it.
“Want my mouth?” He smirks, his ego taking your begging personally.
He leans forward, jutting his tongue out to where his index finger was just circling. But instead of staying there, he drags it up, bringing your arousal to your clit.
You never imagined the first thing the two of you would do would be this. Him burying his face between your legs, licking into you like he was getting payed.
But fuck was it perfect. It felt like everything was clicking into place.
The way he’s lapping at your clit has you already fluttering around nothing.
“Taste s’fucking good. Like a dream.” He says into you, the vibration of his words causing you to arch into him.
“Thought about you like this so many times.”
Images of him touching himself to the thought of you flash to life in your brain. In his room, on this very bed. His warm hand wrapped around himself, uttering your name quietly with every soft tug he does. You wonder what else he thought about, if he was imagining your lips wrapped around him instead, or maybe being buried within you.
“Me too,” you admit, breathless.
“How good you’d taste— or how tight your little cunt would be around me.”
“Shit, Harry—“ you moan, his lips moving to suck on your clit, and his two fingers slipping into you.
He pulls his face back a fraction to look at the fingers he just pushed into you.
“And I was right. Aleady fuckin’ squeezing around my fingers like it’s too much hm? How’re y’gonna take m’cock?”
His perfect curly hair is being mused by your hands and you’re practically trying to tug his mouth back to your swollen clit.
“I’ll take it, I will.” You promise.
“Mm you will, that’s right. Good girl.” Your belly tightens and you know you’re not going to last long.
Harry knows it too, picking up the pace of his tongue and fingers.
“Keep talking,” you beg, not only enjoying the dirty words coming from his mouth, but the way they vibrate into you.
“Bit busy.” He states— and you can almost feel him smirk before his teeth ever so slightly graze over your pussy.
“Fuck.” Your cry, bucking your hips at the sensation of it.
He takes note, and does it again. Eliciting another just as loud moan from you.
“Harry, please—“ your head is begging to fog, every other thought dissipating, only mantras of his name paired with curse words seem to be left.
“Holy shit, Harry.” Your jaw is slack, legs splayed as wide as they can go.
He moans into as you clench around his fingers, and the words ‘good girl’ are muffled into you again.
“Im gonna come— I’m so close.”
He sucks on you with another moan almost as loud as your own— you can help but love how vocal he is—and it feels like it was vibrating your whole body.
With his fingers curling in you he pulls back just enough to draw in a deep breath, “come on darling, that’s it, come around m’tongue.”
“Wanna feel you clench around my fingers before you take m’cock.”
He flicks his tongue fast along your clit, moving it in sync with his fingers and it all comes crashing down.
Your thighs almost cage his head between your legs, and it proves the deep breath was not just for nothing, because there is no way he could breathe right now.
You’re moaning his name as you finish, grinding your cunt against his movements to ride out your high.
As your breathing begins to level out, he pulls his head away with an inhale, and you look to find his mouth glistening.
“That was so… so good.” You whispered to him, body gone completely deadweight on his mattress.
He’s smiling wide with his swollen pink lips, “took my mouth so well.”
You move to sit up, and it’s a true sight to see him on his knees like that.
You pull him by the back of his neck to your lips. No shame in where his mouth just was.
“Can you taste yourself?” He asks, hands going to cup the junction of your neck and jaw.
You hummed in agreement, and you start pulling at the hem of his shirt.
“Off, please?”
“‘Course.” He pulls it over his head, briefly breaking the kiss.
You stare at his chest, and your eyes dip to the symmetrical ferns that highlight his v-line— drawing special attention to the line of hair that starts under his bellybutton, and disappears into the black boxer briefs he’s wearing.
He’s watching your eyes trail along his body, quietly noting the clear effect it has on you.
You reach out a hand, gently brushing it down his abs. Locking your eyes with his, you gauge his reaction as you slide it further down, resting over the top of the hardness in his jeans.
Goosebumps prickle across his arms, and he looks at you with expression filled with pure lust.
“This ok?” You check.
“Yea…” he seems curious, almost unsure of what you plan on doing— yet that excites him all the more.
You brush along the fabric, and he audibly swallows.
A squeeze and he’s already bucking his hips up into your palm.
“Y/N—“ he moans.
“Look at you, I haven’t even touched your bare cock yet and I’ve gotten you all riled up.” You tease, taking a swing in the dark that he likes it as much as you do.
You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “stand up so we can take these off.”
He quickly lifts from his knees, hand going to the button of his jeans and slipping them down his legs.
Clad in only his black boxer briefs, you stroke your hand over the fabric again.
“Please, don’t tease me.” He echos your own words from earlier and you chuckle, hooking your hands into his underwear resting on his hips, and tug them down.
His cock springs towards his stomach, and you still completely.
Whatever post-orgasm confidence you’d gained has dissipated immediately.
You knew he’d be big, having felt him hard against you earlier and on those few other occasions. But seeing it in front of you right now has you lost for words.
“Don’t go all shy on me.” He practically pleads.
“Can’t touch me like that and then…” his sentence trails off unfinished, hand twitching near the base of his length.
You take him into your palm carefully. He’s heavy and warm in it.
He moans at the mere contact, and you start to stroke him, thumb swiping over his tip where precum has long since started to seep out.
He’s literally swaying on his feet, “H, sit down.”
You laugh a little as he sits as close as possible to you, connecting your lips when you start moving your hand again.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He whispers against your mouth.
You are careful not to push him too hard, but enough to really get him going.
“Feels s’good— y’bloody hands, could cum all over them.”
“Wanna fuck you first though, s’tha ok?” He asks, hands coming to rest by your hips.
“Yes,” You whine, “wanna make you come in me.”
“God you’ve got a dirty mouth.“ he starts to get up off the bed,
“You getting a condom?”
“Yea, unless you…” he stares at you a moment, cock twitching at the idea of taking you raw.
“I’m clean. If you’re using—“
“I’m on birth control… and I’m clean— haven’t been with anyone since my last test.” you say.
“You sure?” He asks a final time,
You nod, “I trust you.”
He wastes no time settling back next to you, pulling you into a rough kiss.
He slides you up his lap, taking your top off— which had been on for far too long.
He places a kiss on the top of both your breasts before unclipping your bra.
“Not a single flaw on your fuckin’ body.” He sighs, taking in the sight of your bare chest.
He pulls you forward a little more, so you’re chest to chest as he lines himself up with you.
You feel the hard head of his cock slide through your slit and press just into your entrance.
You’re both already panting and Harry looks at you, saying tenderly, “I’ll be careful.”
He’s somehow so hot and so sweet all at the same time. It’s hardly fair that he can be both.
His hands on your hips are lowering you down slowly, and he’s groaning at the feeling of you stretching to fit him.
It’s a bit of an effort to get to the base of him, but fuck once you do, you feel so full.
“Fuck… don’t— don’t move.” His head is spinning, you’re so tight around him that even the slightest movement could have him cumming into you.
It takes you both a moment to ground yourselves, “Sorry— god you’re just so fucking warm and tight… nearly came just getting in you.”
“Can move now, love.” He says, still sounding a little shaky.
You roll you hips gently, and the pleasure of it is overwhelming.
It kickstarts his movements, because after a few more pushes of your hips, he starts to thrust into you.
You’re already trembling, “Harry—”
“You’re a good girl, Y/N, keeping y’promises. Taking me so well.” His praise has you clenching around him.
It’s clear to him how much dirty talk and praise effects you, so he keeps it up.
“Feel good, hm? Like the feeling of my cock stretching you all out like this.”
“Yes!” You cried out, heart thundering in your chest.
“Lettin’ me fuck me so good…”
“Got such a nice little cunt, I want it all to myself now.”
“Have it, Harry— it’s all yours.”
“Sweetheart, you’re too good too me. Gonna make y’feel s’good.” He reaches his hand down to your clit.
He’s fucking your clit with fast circles that feel heavenly paired with the way he’s pushing his cock into you.
Your bouncing into his thrusts, and a heat blooms rapidly in the pit of your stomach.
“Harry! I’m so close, please.”
He moans, “fuck— your cunts clamped ‘round me so tight. Gonna come.
“Come in me, please.” You whined, the thought almost enough to tip you over the edge.
But what really does is the way he grunts “good girl” into your ear a final time.
You both cry out in sync, and it’s euphoric, pure bliss really.
You’re both breathing hard, still spasming and twitching as you feel the pleasure from your orgasms ease off. He slips gently out of you, and lays you into his chest.
“Thank you.” You whisper, feeling exhausted yet so grateful for him.
“Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.
Your eyes are closed and he stokes the small of your back, “Five more minutes, then we’ll go clean up and cook some ramen, hm? How’s that sound.”
You smile tiredly, “Sounds good.”
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A/N- this has been sitting in my drafts for ages— I’ve reread it that many times idek if it’s that good but decided to post it anywayyy <3 hope you enjoyed!
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harrysblackcoat · 1 year
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How about a blurb on drunk Harry after that wing chat?
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I see you and I raise you , how about a drunkrry headcannon 👀:
The sloppiest drinker you’ve ever met like that man goes from stone cold sober to hammered with nothing in between . No tipsy phase just wasted but will argue that he’s not even tho you can barely make out what he’s saying
Everyone and I mean everyone he meets he treats like his best friend that he’s known for years and everyone always refers to him as a “good guy”
Is always the first one up at karaoke and begrudgingly drags you up for a duet. The two of you belting out careless whisper like nobody is watching you
You cannot get that man of the dance floor and the drunker he gets the closer he presses against you , sometimes forgetting he’s in such a public setting
Best friend Harry is totally your hype man when your single - always hyping you up to go chat to someone but keeps a protective eye on you at all times
Boyfriend Harry when he’s drunk always promises you “a night you won’t forget” when he gets you home , but it usually ends up with you trying to get him up the stairs in one piece and finding him sprawled naked across your bed after you went to get him a glass of water
Best friend Harry who’s been in love with you for years hates drinking with you . Always afraid he’ll drunkenly confess his feelings for your before he’s ready but he also hates seeing you flirt with other guys in front of him , trying to contain his jealousy wishing it was you flirting with him instead
Drunk best friend Harry always says the deepest most meaningful shit that absolutely makes no sense or has any context on the walk back home and you’d roll your eyes if you weren’t so endeared by him
He never wants to leave the party until it’s over , like you have to drag him outta there because he will be dancing to Abba until 6am unless you intervene
But there is one way you can always get him to leave …… suggest a McDonalds. That lad loves a drunken Diet Coke and chips at 4am
But the main thing about drunkrry …. He’s always fun❤️
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missmielyhoran · 1 year
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Baby Honey
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in which Y/N is oblivious and Harry is in love with his best friend
(Friends to lovers or youtuber!au)
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Part 1- in which Y/N and Harry are best friends hopelessly in love with each other and everyone seems to know this except them...
Part 2- in which Y/N is searching for a photographer, Harry got a date and everyone is frustrated...
Part 3- in which Y/N is visiting home, Harry is jealous and everyone is confused...
Part 3.5- in which Y/N is maybe not that oblivious, Harry is miserable and everyone is still confused...
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Ig series
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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• New year- How my different Harrys would celebrate new year
• My Harry's if you asked them to dress up for Barbie Movie
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s65ns · 1 month
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i need a hug.
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bestfriend!harry x oc (jas) /wattpad link
in which Jas just needs a hug, and who better to give her a hug than her best friend, Harry.
warnings: none.
word count: 1.3k words.
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third person pov.
"I need a hug." was all Jas had to text before Harry quickly situated himself in his car to drive to her house.
He could care less that she lived an hour away or that he would be driving in the pouring rain. His best friend needed him and he was going to be there.
"I'm on my way." Harry sent back before setting off.
It was six o'clock in the evening and the sky was already dark. The drivers on the road were driving like they lost their minds. 
Harry lowered the radio as a means to help him stay focused on the road.
He didn't want to end up in a car accident and have to explain what took him so long to Jas.
Meanwhile, Jas was sitting on her bed, wiping her tears away and smiling to herself. She didn't believe Harry when he said he was coming, but she thought his response was cute.
Jas: thank u stink. can't wait to see you soon. :) she sent back jokingly.
She waited a few minutes for a response, before putting her phone down to make some tea.
Once she had finished making her tea, she checked her phone again. Still no response. 
"Weird..." she thought. Harry was usually a fast responder. Unless he told her that he was going to be busy, he would usually respond within five minutes.
Just then, Jas heard thunder roll outside. She peaked out the patio door to her apartment and saw the pouring rain. 
Jas smiled contently to herself. This was her kind of weather. It was the perfect weather for her to snuggle up with a blanket and read a romance novel.
She quickly dashed over to the couch, pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, and began to read. 
Jas had started reading a new book series called Shatter Me. It is a dystopian thriller with romantic themes so nevertheless, it peaked her interest.
Thirty minutes went by and still no response from Harry. Jas was getting really in to Juliette and Adam's story. Jas could easily relate to the longing to be touched. That's how she felt right now.
She just wanted to be touched. Not in a weird perverted way, but simply the comfort that comes with being held by a loved one was what she yearned for.
An hour had now gone by and Jas still hadn't heard back from Harry. It was unusual to say the least. She was beginning to get worried.
Jas: you okay? Nothing.
Jas: harry? Still nothing.
Jas: come on this isn't funny anymore... Once again, nothing.
Jas got got up and began to pace the floor. The bad weather mixed with the lack of response from Harry was truly beginning to worry her. She knew it was probably just her hormones still being worked up from crying earlier, but she couldn't help the bad feeling hanging over her.
She decided to give Harry a call.
"You've reached the voicemail box of 'Hello, it's Harry-'" Jas was sent straight to voicemail. Now she was really starting to panic. 
It's like when you know your parent(s) are supposed to be home at a certain time, but they're not home yet and you begin to imagine the worst case scenario.
Jas begins to dial Harry's number again. "You've reached the voi-" she hangs up the phone and tries again.
"You've reached the voice-" she hangs up the phone again. Just as Jas is about to dial his number again, a soft rap is heard at the door. She halts in her movement and peers skeptically at the clock.
7:34 PM was blinking back at her. Who was at her door when it was almost eight o'clock at night? Jas rounded the sofa and slowly made her way to the door. She peered through the peephole only to see a mildly wet Harry standing in the hall.
Jas quickly opened the door and gaped at the man in front of her. Harry stood there with a wide grin on his face as he took in her appearance.
"Harry, wha- what are you doing here?" Jas asked. Harry simply stood there and watched her. He looked deep in thought as if calculating his next move. 
Harry licked his lips before stepping towards Jas and wrapping his arms around her. He buried his face in her neck. He let his one arm snake around her waist, and held her tight for he knew that's how she liked to be hugged.
Jas could only stand there in shock, the phone calls since forgotten. Slowly, but surely she came back to reality. She was still reeling over the fact that her best friend had really driven an hour to her house just to give her a hug.
Tears began to well up in her eyes as she returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry exhaled softly while running a hand throw Jas' kinky black hair.
They stood in the doorway like that for a minute, soaking each other in both figuratively and literally.
A shiver ran through Harry's body. Not just because his clothes were damp, but because it felt so surreal being here with Jas.
Jas sniffled and it caught Harry's attention. He pulled back to give her face a one over and make sure she was okay. He placed his hands on her cheek and gently wiped the tears away.
"There's no need to cry, baby. I'm right here." he said with a smile. Jas nodded realizing how ridiculous she probably looked.
"But how? How are you here? My message was just wishful thinking. I mean-" Harry softly shushed Jas' rambling.
"You called and I came. That's all that matters." he said tilting her head up so they could maintain eye contact.
Jas shook her head with a sigh before embracing Harry again. Harry let out a soft chuckle and returned the hug.
He reached out with his foot behind him and kicked the door shut. He then walked them over to the couch all while never letting go of their hug.
Jas giggled as Harry plopped them down on the couch. Jas is the first to let go of the embrace. She sits back and just looks at her best friend.
"You are something else, Harry." Harry shrugs with a soft smile. Jas places her head on Harry's lap. Harry combs through Jas' unruly hair and gives her a head massage. Jas smiles up at him contently. A beat goes by and they enjoy each other's company.
"Hey, listen," Harry begins, "I want you to know that anytime you call for me, I will always do my best to be there. If I can't physically be here with you, I'll try to reach you virtually." Harry continues to play with Jas' hair as he speaks.
"We don't even have to talk about what is bothering you. If me just being here is enough for you, then I will do that."
Once more, tears begin to brim in Jas' eyes.
"Aww, Harry, stop." she whines. "I've cried enough for one night and then you go and say the sweetest things all because I said I needed a hug."
Harry smiles as he leans down and rub their noses together.
"If I could, I'd hug you forever." he whispers. Their eyes run over each other's faces, soaking in each other's features. Harry leaned back knowing if they had stayed like that, he might do something he shouldn't.
You see, Harry has had a crush on Jas for a year or two now. He's watched her go out with men who don't deserve her—Harry's opinion—and have her heartbroken by said men. 
Does it hurt watching the woman you love go out with other people? By all means, but he doesn't let that interfere with the bond they've built so far.
Harry's in it for the long run and if all he can do for now is be a friend that Jas calls up when she needs physical affection then that is exactly what he'll do.
Their eyes never once left each other as Harry leaned back. Jas could visibly see Harry's eyes darkening in shade. She could feel her cheeks burning up at this.
Its moments like these that make the boundaries become blurred lines. Right now, Harry wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss Jas.
And who knows...maybe Jas wanted Harry to kiss her too.
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pairing: best friend! harry x reader
summary: your typical new years eve fic. all fluff no smut (word count: 1,444 words)
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“Never have I ever…”
Y/N paused, thinking about what Harry had done that she hadn’t.
“Okay I got it: Never have I ever said the wrong name in bed,” she asked with a mischievous look in her eyes and a playful smirk forming.
Harry’s face flushed with embarrassment. I can’t believe she remembered that, he thought to himself. He sighed and took a swig of the vodka cranberry he had been nursing all night. Y/N threw her head back in a fit of giggles and attempted to cover her mouth with her hand. Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Harry thought that the sound of Y/N’s laughter was one of the best sounds in the world.
“Not funny,” he said with a straight face, the corner of his lip upturned in a half-grin. Whose stupid idea was it to play Never Have I Ever on New Year’s Eve?
“Alright, alright. Your turn, hit me with your best shot,” she challenged.
Harry observed Y/N sitting across from him on the couch in her apartment. She sat with her legs crossed, anxiously awaiting his reply as her eyes twinkled in amusement. Harry noticed her fingers toying with a loose thread on the end of the shirt she was wearing–his shirt–the one he loaned her one time after a long night (after hers got stained from one of their many bar hopping excursions). To an outsider, she would have looked disheveled and, frankly, a whole mess, but to him? She was perfect, and always had been.
“Okay Big Shot, let’s see…never have I ever…kissed someone at midnight on New Year’s Eve”
Harry saw her cheeks pinken, and her eyes darted away from him and landed in her lap. The room suddenly got quiet; the only thing Harry could hear was the Times Square Ball Drop playing quietly in the background. She answered finally, “That’s the best you could think of?” she scoffed. But it was evident in her reluctance to answer that she was nervous.
Harry feigned a dramatic gasp. “You have kissed someone at New Year’s…right?”
Y/N picked at the threads of his shirt again, this time with more fervor—evidently a nervous tick in reaction to his questioning. Her gaze lifted from her lap and looked at Harry through her eyelashes.
“I mean,” she began as she stumbled through her words, “it’s hard to have kissed someone on New Year’s when you’ve never kissed anyone at all.”
Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. He could have sworn…
“Wait, didn’t you date Jackson last summer? You never kissed him?”
She had to have kissed somebody, he thought. No way that she has never kissed anyone.
“Well we were never that serious and, I don’t know…” she hesitated.
Harry looked expectantly at her as he waited for her response. She began again, “I think he tried to once? But it didn’t feel right so I stepped back and I think he got the hint I wasn’t into it and we broke up soon after that so…I guess I’ve never had the opportunity.”
Harry racked his brain trying to make sense of her admission. How could no one have wanted to kiss her for this long?! She’s so beautiful, if I was her boyfriend—
His internal thoughts came to a screeching halt. Her boyfriend? Of course, he had thought about the idea as a fleeting notion that he never really took seriously. Y/N and him had been friends for years with no romantic feelings between them…right? Sure, Y/N was insanely attractive (objectively of course) and had the cutest laugh and the prettiest eyes, and—
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the shifting weight of the couch caused by Y/N getting up to grab the vodka bottle from the counter to make another drink. As she walked towards the kitchen he heard her say quietly, almost to herself, “Forget it, Harry, let’s just do something else, I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” He could hear the heartbreak in her voice as she poured a fresh drink into her cup.
“Sorry, I didn't know,” he rushed out, feeling embarrassed, even though he had no way of knowing what her answer would be. He got off the couch and moved towards her. Her back was turned to him and after a beat he tentatively asked,
“Why?”
She turned around and Harry noticed how close they suddenly were to each other. Her eyes flicked to his in confusion.
“Why what?”
“Why didn’t you feel like kissing him? I thought…I thought you liked him? What was the problem? Did he do something to you?”
That last thought made him feel uneasy, could it be that this guy mistreated her and he didn’t even notice?
“What? No, he didn’t do anything to me, he was perfect. At least, I thought he was perfect… But I don’t know, there just was a disconnect for me. I didn’t really like him as much as he liked me.”
She paused in contemplation, then continued.
“I guess I want to be able to look back on my first kiss and know that I had it with someone special and that it meant something.”
Y/N’s normally confident demeanor had been reduced to the shy, insecure girl standing in front of Harry. Harry pressed on.
“But how will you know they are the one? Like will you meet them and just know? Or…” he began when he noticed a look in her eyes that, if he had blinked, he would have missed it.
“Or, have you already met them?”
She froze, thrown off by his sudden line of questioning.
“W-what would make you think I’ve already met them?”
Harry stepped closer to her, feeling a slight buzz from the vodka cranberry he had drank earlier, giving him liquid courage.
“Well,” he questioned, “have you?”
He had stepped close enough to her that he was able to feel the warmth radiating off her body as she faltered in answering him. He could hardly think being this close to her, his heart was leaping out of his chest thinking about who she could possibly have met that she’d kiss. Why won’t she just tell me who it is? We tell each other everything, so why won’t she just tell me? Unless–
“Y/N, who is it? You can tell me, I wouldn’t tell anyone”
She looked away in embarrassment and in a barely audible whisper, he heard a soft “I can’t”, followed by a sniffle as her eyes met his, tears beginning to gather in the corner of her eyes.
Before they could say anything else, they heard the television cheering at the beginning of the countdown to the new year.
“TEN!”
Harry saw a tear slip down her cheek, and he brought a hand to cup her face, wiping the stray tear away with his thumb.
“NINE!”
“Why not?” he asked gently, eyes dancing across her face searching for some sort of reason as to why she would be hesitant to tell him.
“EIGHT!”
She leaned into his hand as she reached for his wrist and held his hand there.
“SEVEN!”
“I don’t want to ruin things,” she whispered.
“SIX!”
Harry’s mind started to race with what she could possibly mean by “ruin things.” It would only ruin things if the person was someone close and important to her, and someone she wouldn’t want to lose by admitting romantic feelings.
“FIVE!”
Harry whispered, “You don’t know that for sure, Y/N”
“FOUR!”
He hesitated for a moment before he breathed out, “Can I kiss you?”
“THREE!”
Her eyes widened in surprise and she hesitated for a moment. He noticed her eyes dart down to his lips for a split second before he returned her gaze to his own.
“TWO!”
“Fuck it,” he rushed out as he reached up to cup her other cheek into his hand and leaned in, now so close he could feel her soft exhales on his lips.
“ONE!”
His lips crashed into hers as she let out a surprised whimper before melting into the kiss. Her hands came up and pulled at the curls at the nape of his neck as he brought his hands down to her waist to pull her against him.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
The cheering on the TV signaling the beginning of the new year was loud enough that it momentarily broke their concentration and they pulled away, foreheads touching as they regained their breath.
“Happy New Year, Harry,” Y/N breathed against his lips. Harry smiled, and before he leaned in for another kiss, whispered, “Here’s to the new year, love.”
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Y/n flew out to LA the moment Harry postponed the show Friday. She had talked to him Wednesday and noticed that he sounded off. She had told him then and there she wanted to fly out. He brushed her off, saying he was fine. But when Jeff texted her an update, upon her request, she bought a ticket for the first flight out.
Y/n and Harry had been friends for a few years now. They met when she was eighteen and he was twenty-five. They were just friends. Y/n loved him so much but she knew being younger than him that he’d never feel the same. In other words she wasn’t his type. But being in the friend zone wouldn’t stop her from taking care of him. One thing she knew about her Harry was that he would work even when he shouldn’t. He wasn’t great at taking care of himself. She knew if she didn’t come, he would be sick forever.
“Y/n, you didn’t have to come.” He opened his door wrapped in the thick fuzzy blanket she had bought him last Christmas. He looked miserable. He had puffy bags under his eyes and his nose had been rubbed red from excessive tissue use. But he still took her breath away.
“Don’t be silly, Haz. We both know you aren’t going to care for yourself properly.” Y/n also had a feeling his girlfriend would be useless as well.
“I’m the older one you know?” He had let her in and they were walking to his living room.
“That’s why it’s so sad.” She chuckled at his shocked expression. “Now have a seat and let me get to work.”
He sat down on the couch and she went straight for the kitchen to set out the stuff she had brought. It was an array of medicines, soups, juices and a thermometer. She made quick work of getting some medicine and a glass of water and returned to the living room.
“Now, have you taken anything today?” She wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Didn’t think so. Here.” She practically shoved the pills and water into his hands.
After he chugged the whole glass she repositioned him so he was laying down.
“You will stay right here. If you need anything, it’s my job to get it. I’ll stay right here.” She motioned to the other end of the massive sectional.
He smirked at her. “What if I have to use the bathroom?”
She rolled her eyes. “Then you go. But other than that stay put. Now,” she leaned forward and picked up the remote, “do you have anything you want to watch?”
They watched half of the Notebook before he was nodding off. Y/n watched him sleep. Her mind wandered to when they first met. She was fond of him back then but he seemed to see her as a sibling.
“I just don’t understand why he married Cameron Diaz when he’s been in love with Julia Roberts the whole time.” Harry had never seen ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ and Y/n thought his frustration was both valid and adorable.
“Because she missed her chance. Her fear of commitment and assumption that he’d wait forever drove him away.”
“But he marries someone so much younger. It’s impractical.” He shook his head.
“Why.” Y/n felt uneasy at his words.
“Because you can’t possibly have enough in common.” It was like he had seen her face fall so he backtracked. “It just doesn’t work. I can’t explain it.”
“I don’t think age is a big deal. If you love someone you love them, you know? Who cares what year they were born?”
They had sat in silence after that. That was over two years ago and as she watched him sleep, she wondered if he had changed his mind. She certainly thought so because his girlfriend was so much older. She brushed those thoughts away and fell asleep herself.
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Y/n had not seen Olivia since she got there. She had been relieved at first because the thought of Harry with anyone made her stomach turn, but the more she thought about her absence the more it pissed her off. It had been over twenty-four hours. She arrived Thursday afternoon and it was now Saturday morning. Who doesn’t check in on their sick partner every once in a while? She was also confused because she thought they lived together.
She had been taking good care of Harry but she had also been helping him decide what to do about the next few shows. He had a doctor's appointment later and she told him they didn’t have to make any final decisions until then. She had already been in contact with Jeff to tell him it wasn’t looking good and he got to work on backup plans.
Harry was really beating himself up for still feeling bad and it hurt her to see him be so hard on himself.
“Harry, you’re sick. It happens to everyone and it’s completely out of your control.”
“I’m going to disappoint everyone. So many fans have spent so much money to be in LA this weekend. I don’t want them to be mad.”
“If they care about you, they won’t be. They’ll understand. And even if they don’t, that’s not your problem.”
“It is. They’ll never trust me again. They’ll stop coming to the shows.”
Y/n sighed heavily. She didn’t care about his fans’ feelings right now. She cares about the person she loved most in the world and how he was considering playing a show when he looked, felt and sounded like death.
“Harry. You don’t owe anyone anything. And while I understand you need fans to come so you can keep doing it, you won’t be able to keep doing it if you don’t let yourself rest and get better. And I don’t want to be a hard ass but I will if I have to.”
He went silent.
“You’re right. We should just wait for the doctor,” he said after a moment.
She was so frustrated he wouldn’t listen to her but she was relieved because the doctor would say the same thing she did.
And sure enough they left the doctor with a prescription for medicine and an order to reschedule the next three shows. So with a heavy heart Harry made a statement on his story and rescheduled them to January.
“This is the right thing, Harry, I promise,” she said as they walked through his front door once again.
This time she entered his house, his girlfriend was standing in the entryway dressed in an evening gown (an unflattering one of you asked Y/n).
“Oh. You’re back.” Olivia just barely acknowledged Harry and Y/n as she passed them. “I’m going to the LACMA art and film gala.” She barely gave them time to respond before hurrying out the door.
It took everything in her power not to lose her shit over that. If Y/n’s partner was sick, the last thing she would do would be to go to some event. She didn’t want to voice her frustration because she didn’t want to get into it with Harry while he was sick. They’d had this fight a few times since he had been with Olivia. It always started with Y/n telling him he could do so much better and ended with him telling her to mind her own business. The need to keep peace with Harry wasn’t enough to stop her from voicing her frustration to Olivia that night.
Harry had fallen asleep again after Y/n had fed him soup and medicine and put another movie on for him. Y/n had gone into the kitchen to make herself some dinner and Olivia sauntered in. She acted surprised Y/n was still there and that caused her to snap.
“You’re still here?” It was laced with disgust.
“Yeah. You’re certainly not here to take care of him. And I’ve known him for three years, he’s not going to take care of himself. So that leaves me.”
“Honey, you’re so pathetic.” Y/n tensed at her words.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s not going to ever see you as more than a friend. You being a nurse won’t change his mind.”
“For your information, I don’t care if he sees me as more. I care about him. I want him to get better because of that. That’s what real love is. Putting someone you love before anything else.” Y/n shot the words at her like they were darts laced with venom.
“What do you know, huh? From what I remember you’ve never been in a relationship.”
“That’s because I know what I want and I don’t plan to waste my time on something that’s not it.” Y/n felt the need to defend herself even though she knew Olivia’s experience wasn't much better considering two of her serious relationships had ended.
“Right. You want my boyfriend.”
Harry had woken up upon hearing voices in the kitchen. He couldn’t help himself but to get up so he could hear better. When he heard their conversation fully he was stunned by a few things. One being the way his girlfriend spoke to his friend and two being the fact that Y/n was in love with him. Sure he thought she overdid it on the friendship stuff sometimes but he still hadn’t ever considered it could be that she loved him. He had felt differently towards her the last few days. The way she was so concerned and had been taking such good care of him really made him see her in a new light.
“Get over yourself. You don’t even want him! You’ve been using him. Using him to make your movie successful, using him to get invited to Gucci events, using him for,” she paused, “sex. He’s too into you to see it and I can’t tell him what I think because I don’t want to loose him but I’m fucking done pretending you don’t bother me. So if you-“
She was interrupted by a hand being placed on her shoulder. She turned around to see her Harry standing there wrapped up in his blanket looking at her with wide eyes.
“Harry, I” she said not knowing what to say.
“It’s okay, Y/n. Just go in the living room. Cool off yeah? I’ll handle this.”
His words took her by surprise. She left the kitchen but stayed close by to listen.
“What’s wrong with you?” He said.
“Me? You’re just gonna let that little brat say those things?”
“Enough. Stop talking about her like that, Olivia. She’s right and you know it.”
“I’m sorry?”
She heard Harry sigh deeply. It caused him to cough a bit.
“I’m too exhausted for this. I feel like shit and you have not once bothered to ask me about it. Is that why you were being so hostile? Because she called you out?”
Olivia scoffed.
“No. She’s trying to take you from me.”
“Is she? Because I’ve known her longer than you and she’s never made a move and she’s had plenty of opportunities. Also I’m a big boy, I can make my own decisions.”
“Cut the crap. She’s a child. She probably hasn’t even had sex so how would she know how to make a move.”
“She’s the child? Do you hear yourself when you talk?” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “Whatever. I can’t do this anymore. I need you to leave.”
“What?”
“I need you to go. As much as I hate to admit it, Y/n was right and I’m done being blind. I don’t feel good and you being here is making it worse.”
“If I leave tonight, I’m not coming back. We’re done.”
“Fine with me. Just get your stuff and go.”
Y/n could tell the conversation was over so she scurried over to the couch. She felt so many things and it caused her to start crying. She couldn’t help it. She had her head buried in her hands when Harry silently made his way back to the couch.
“Y/n?” He sat down next to her. “What’s wrong, love?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” It was all she could say.
“For what, lovie?” He put his arm around her.
“I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I ended your relationship. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You did nothing. She ended my relationship. She didn’t trust me and she was being mean to you.” He put his hand on her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. “I can’t have that.”
Y/n was silent. Tears continued to pour down her face.
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?” She didn’t know what he was referring to.
“Do you love me?”
She looked away from him. She didn’t want to answer. After a moment, she nodded ever so subtly.
“How long?” He was now rubbing circles on her back with his hand.
“Pretty much since we met.” It was quiet, almost a mumble.
“Why did you never say anything?”
“Well, I realized it the night we were watching ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’. I looked over at you during a funny part and you had this big smile, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I wanted to tell you how I felt. But then you said that being with someone younger,”
“Would never work.” He finished for her.
“I just figured you’d never see me that way and I’ve been right so far.”
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay. It’s how you feel. Can we just drop it? I'm already way too embarrassed to even look at you.”
Before he could reply, Olivia came down with a suitcase.
“I hope it’s worth it Harry. I hope she’s worth it.”
She didn’t give him an opportunity to respond. She walked out the door and let it slam behind her.
A few moments later she spoke again.
“I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore and if you want me to leave I will.”
She started to stand up but Harry pulled her back to the couch.
“I don't want to be friends anymore. But I definitely don’t want you to leave.”
“What?” She was confused and hurt by his words.
“I think there’s been a glitch.”
She thought he was quoting Taylor Swift but she wanted to be sure.
“Harry, what are you trying to say?”
“I want to be more than friends. These last few days have really opened my eyes to what has been right in front of me.”
A smile crept onto her face.
“Yeah?”
He returned her smile. “Yeah.”
Just then, Harry started to have a full blown coughing attack and it ruined the moment.
“Oh, Baby, it’s time for more medicine.” Y/n stood and walked to the kitchen. When she returned with the cough medicine she was met with a doe-eyed beaming Harry. “What are you so smiley about Mr. I-just-hacked-up-a-lung?”
“You called me baby.”
“Huh. I guess I did.” She brushed over it like it was no big deal and poured him a cup of cough syrup.
He took the shot of cough syrup then said, “I liked it. You should do it all the time now.”
“Okay, baby.” She smiled. “Let’s get you to rest now.”
She gently pushed his shoulders back until he was laying on the couch. She started to back away and return to her end when his hand clasped hers. She gave him a quizzical look. He returned her expression with a cheeky smile and began pulling her onto the couch.
“Want you to lay with me.” He pulled her so she was practically on top of him.
“Okay.” She situated herself so her weight wasn’t all the way on him. She settled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I want to kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick.” His hand began trailing up and down her arm in a soothing manner.
She brought her lips to his neck and gave him a few gentle kisses there.
“It’s okay, baby. We have plenty of time.”
Just before they drifted off to sleep, Harry realized he hadn’t properly returned the sentiment.
“I love you, Y/n.”
Harry had never been happier to have the flu.
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What about y/n asking BSF!Harry to teach her how to give a blow job?
Bsf!harry teaches how to give a blowjob.
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Ok so I’ve completely lost my laptop charger lmao 😅🤦‍♀️ so I sucked it up and wrote this on my phone so if it sucks that what we’re going to blame it on! 😂BUT I’m back ??!?! MAYBE lol i really missed writing! 
Warnings: blowjob, throat grabbing ( NOT VIOLENT ( Not choking bc its loose and not meant in that way) nothing else?? Lmk if not!!
Word Count: 2247
I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading -G <3
Also this was not proof read or edited so sorry for any mistakes!! 
You and Harry have been best friends since before he auditioned for The X Factor - you and his mothers doing.
He was never a shy person, always singing or humming a tune, playing birthday parties with his band. That’s how you met actually, he and his band played at your now ex best friends birthday party.
You met through a friend of a friend and hit it off right from the start, talking about the same interests you both had in songwriting and music. You ended up talking the whole night, sharing a dance or two before exchanging numbers.
You guys texted each other everyday and pretty much every minute, always bringing up new interests and the most bizarre things. Eventually, you started to hangout with friends, until it was just the two of you watching movies, singing lyrics at the top of your lungs in the car, just having become each other’s best friends.
And that leads to today, watching your best friend up on stage living his dream of being a musician. Harry was on tour for his second album, his fans not knowing that just yesterday he finished recording the last song for his third solo album. He’s let you hear snippets, but nothing fully and it’s driving you crazy.
He uses to do that when he was in the band, sending you voice memos of lyrics in the middle of the night when he was halfway across the world from you. And each and every time you would wake up and listen to it over and over, just to feel a smidge closer to him.
Sometimes you’d even call him, just to hear his voice. He couldn’t talk long most times, but just hearing his voice made you feel butterflies.
That should’ve been the first thing you noticed when you finally realized you liked him, well as more than a friend. You were always yearning to be near him, to hear his voice or just any form of attention from him.
He was your best friend, and you’d never had a boyfriend before. You never had anytime for one, you were always with harry. Hanging out, texting, ect.
So later that night when the show was over and you all had finally gotten back to the hotel, showered and in bed, you realized how inexperienced you were.
You’ve had sex, not the best albeit, but you weren’t a virgin. But you hadn’t really done anything else, your intimate life was pretty vanilla compared to everything harry had told you he’s experienced.
You’ve never even given a blow job.
You haven’t really wanted to with any of the guys you’ve been with, but still.
Your mind took to a deep place where all you could think about was that Harry had probably gotten a lot of blowjobs from different women around the world. That made you jealous. But a hot too.
The wetness between your thighs could be felt through your thin sleep shorts, you were picturing harry naked, that beautiful butterfly tattoo on full display with his legs parted and someone bobbing their head up and down on his cock.
You didn’t even realize what you were doing until your fingers connected with your swollen clit and started circling, the pleasure you were giving yourself completely clouded your imagination, until it wasn’t just ‘someone’ bobbing their head up and down on Harry’s dick, it was you.
Pleasure shot through you, a moan slipping out just as a knock sound at the door and it was pushed open. You’ve never sat up and covered yourself faster.
Harry’s surprised green eyes stare back at you, the extra key card to your room grasped between his lean strong fingers.
You had forgotten that he had a key card to your room, just like you do to his. It was what you always did when you were on tour with him, that way you both could just go right in without have to have someone open the door.
“I-“ you start to say before realizing he was walking closer, the heavy door now closed behind him.
“What we’re you doing?” He Asks you, is voice deep and his eyes bright and filled with heat. His eyes trail down you, to your tank top that’s not hiding the fact that you’re not wearing a bra, to your hard nipples and down to your blanket covered lap. Lingering on your hand that was just down your shorts not even a minute ago.
“Not” you clear your throat, placing a small hesitant smile across your lips, “nothing.” And you leave it at that, the blush heating your cheeks making it apparent that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’.
He stays quiet, just looking between you and your reddened cheeks, you take a moment to take him in. White shirt tightly hugging his toned chest, you could see his tattoos faintly through it and a pair of black gym shorts. The tiger tattoo peaks out just a tad and you imagine yourself riding it.
Your eyes glaze over when you look up just a tad a realize he’s semi hard, the erection bulging just slightly that you can see the outline of him through his shorts.
“Y/n if you don’t stop looking it’s not going to go away.” He all but groans, shifting slightly.
“What if I don’t want it to go away?” You blurt out, your mind not keep up with your words until it’s too late. Your eyes widen when you look up and see the smirk cross his mouth. You imagined this in your head a million times and none of them have gone this way.
“I- uh” you stutter, his hand coming up to your cheek and his rough thumb tracing your bottom lip, pulling it down to show your teeth.
“Fuck, y/n you can’t just say shit like that and not mean it.” He pulls away, the hand that was once on your cheek now running through his damp curls.
“But I did.” You say matter of fact, not shying away when this is all you’ve ever wanted. For him to finally see you, and not just his best friend.
“Fuck, baby.” He moans, he hands coming down to cup your cheeks, his eyes flicker between yours trying to gage if you’re being serious.
You are. You’ve never been more serious in your life.
“I want you harry,” you tilt your chin up slightly, your lips brushing his from how close he is.
Before you could even blink his lips were on yours, his tongue licking the seam of your lips before you part and his tongue collided with yours. It’s all teeth and hot breath, your hands dripping his wrists where his hands are still on your cheeks, holding you to him.
You moan when he nips your bottom lip before pulling it with his teeth.
He groans in response, pushing you back as he climbs on top of you. His thighs straddling your hips and his elbows holding him up on either side of your head.
You’re all hands, tracing up his back before scratching down it. Feeling the taut muscles in his back as his groin meets yours and grinds into you.
His lips leave yours, trailing a hot trail of kisses and nips down the side of your neck before stopping to suck at your pulse point. His hands travel all over you, trailing over your hips before coming up and cupping your breast.
His thumb teases your nipple, tugging and pinching it through your shirt.
“Off,” you moan, and he lifts up, tugging your shirt over your head reveling in your nakedness. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” His mouth comes down and sucks your nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the bud.
Before long you’re both shirtless and grinding into one another, kissing and tasting.
“Harry,” you moan, “I want to taste you.” Your hand finds his bulge, squeezing and rubbing him through his shorts.
He curses , throwing his head back as his hips push into your hand.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to, baby.” He tells you, his hand coming to rest beside your head as he stares down at you.
You nods, rubbing him as you bit your bottom lip. “I just need you to teach me, teach me how you like it.”
It doesn’t register for a second before he’s looking at you shocked, “you’ve never given a blowjob before?”
Before you can even say anything his lips are on yours, his tongue in your mouth dominating yours in a hot searing kiss.
“Fuck, I love that I’ll be your first.” He kisses you a few more times before he sits up, pulling you with him and stands from the bed.
“On your knees , darling.”
You do as he says instantly, looking up at him with big puppy dog eyes waiting for his next demand.
“Grip me in your hand, squeeze and lick me from base to tip.” He says, eyes watching me intently.
You grip his hard length in yourhand, squeezing him at the base, feeling the vibration as he lets out a deep groan and lick the velvety skin from base to tip, swirling the head with my tongue and teasing his tip. His hips buck towards you, shoving his dick into your cheek.
He pulls out, his hand coming to your cheek as he looks down at you, “sorry, fuck. Sorry, baby, that felt so good.” His thumb strokes my cheek as I light up with a smile.
“It was good?” You ask.
“Yeah, it was good, darling. Now grip me again and pump me while sucking on the tip.”
His hand on your cheek guides you, your hand grips him again as your mouth encases his tip. Swirling your tongues around his tip you begin to suck as your fist starts to pump him.
You grow brave, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth as you still pump him. Your other hand coming around to massage his sac making him let out a deep moan.
He tastes good, pre-cum dripping out of his tip and on your tongue. You continue to take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat and you gag, pulling away.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he sighs. His hands cupping your cheeks making you look up at him. You smile, proud that you can make him feel good.
When you’ve caught your breath, you spit Into your hand before you begin pumping him again. Your mouth taking him as you start ti bob your head on him, sucking and twirling your tongue around him.
Harry’s hands grip your hair, his hips moving to match you as you take him in and out of your mouth. As he grows faster you stop moving, your hands gripping onto his waist as he fucks your mouth. He hits the back of your throat as you gag around him, then pulls away.
Taking deep breaths you grip him in your hand, your thumb rubbing the slit on the head, your eyes meet his. They’re bright and full of lust.
“I want to taste you,” you tell him, wanting him to cum in your mouth so you can taste him fully.
“Fuck,” he growls before bending down and kissing your lips, then he’s back in your mouth as you pump and suck him.
You can feel his stomach tighten and his thighs tense, so you sucks him deeper and pump faster, your other hand coming down to massage his sac.
He grips your hair, pulling as he lets out a moan, “I’m gonna come, y/n.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Before he spills into your mouth. The hot Riley cum landing on your tongue, slightly salty but not bad tasting.
“Don’t swallow.” He tells you, pulling out and falling to his knees In front of you.
His hands grip your waist as he pulls you closer, you’re practically straddling his lap when he brings his thumb up to swipe your bottom lip.
“Show me,” he whispers, his eyes flickering between yours.
You open your mouth, showing him himself still on your tongue. He groans as you smirk, his other hand coming up and gently gripping your neck, not hard but like a loose collar.
“Swallow,” he says one word and you do. You swallow him down as he grips your neck so he can feel you swallow him down.
“God, that’s so fucking hot,” he says before capturing your lips. He doesn’t care, he slips his tongue inside your mouth and pulls you into him. His hand gripping one of your ass cheeks and the other goes to the bottom of one thigh and lifts you up. You moan into his mouth, loving every second of this.
You feel the sheets touch your back and the pillow under your head as he starts to trail down your neck, kissing and sucking, nipping. He doesn’t stop until he gets to your sleep shorts.
You nod faintly, “yes,” before he rips the shorts and your underwear down in one go, kissing both hip bones before you bend you knees bringing your thighs to your chest to help him get your shorts off. Exposing yourself to him as he throws the garments behind his head.
His eyes are locked on your dripping pussy, his hands gripping your hips before he’s on his stomach and looking up at you one last time.
“My turn.”
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harrystylesfan2686 · 3 months
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Deserve
Pairing: BestFriend!Harry x Reader
Summary: YN, Harry and another guy have been best friends for a long time and YN has always like the other guy but didn't say anything because she was overweight and though the guy didn't like him back but then he confesses.
AN: Harry doesn't really have much role in this one but I just wanted to write this because personal experience...
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I take out my key from my bag, walking up to my apartment door. I open the door and lur on the light. I gasp at the sight in front of me.
My living room is full of pink and red balloons with candles. A slow song is playing in the background. In the middle stands Hans with a Bouquet of roses.
Hans is my best friend, well, my other best friend. We are a trio of best friends, me, Harry and Hans. We have been best friends since we were 8. Harry and my moms are best friends so naturally we are too since we spend literally every day together from our birth. Hans came around in 1st grade.
We have been inseparable from the moment we met. We went through everything together. I saw them at their worst and held them close when they needed it and so did they. They were there for me when I cried or worked my ass out to lose weight when it got too much.
And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with Hans.
I have lost count of how many times I have cried to Harry because I can't show my real feelings of Hans. Now he stand in my house with roses and a smile that make me melt every time.
"Hans, what are you doing here?" I nervously chuckle, hoping to god this isn't a dream.
He comes closer to me since I seem to forget how to walk. "These are for you" He gives me the bouquet with a smile.
"T-thank you" I smell the flowers and look at him. "But why?"
"I have a confession to make." He says taking my free hand in his. My heart is beating very loudly and I'm breathing heavily.
"These past few months, ever since you had that... change in you." He hesitates looking at me. I know what he means, ever since I lost weight. "I have been feeling differently."
"I am starting to like you. More than a friend." He looks me in the eyes, something soft behind them.
Oh my God.
"This is too much, don't you think?" I point at our surroundings, filled with candles and balloons.
"Well you always liked grand gestures." He laughs.
He touches my cheek. "Harry told me." He doesn't need to explain for me to understand that he told him about my feelings. "I like you too, darling"
I forget how to breath when he put his forehead to mine. "Will you be my girlfriend, baby?"
I'm about to say yes when I get a strange feeling. I frown when I repeat his words in my head.
Ever since you had that... change in you. I have been feeling differently.
I suddenly get a huge flashback of mamories of everytime he made comments about my weight and told me I don't look good in things I wear. How he would look at me with disgust every time I wore something that showed my strech marked skin. He was so bad to me.
He doesn't deserve me.
I take a step back creating space between us when I realize it. He frowns in confusion.
"Y/N" He looks at me worriedly.
"No" I whisper giving him the bouquet back.
"What?" He says.
"No" I say firmly this time. "I won't be your girlfriend."
"Is this a joke." He laughs nervously but stops when he realizes I'm not kidding. "Why"
"Because I remember how rude you were to me about my weight." I look at him with a hard look. "If you didn't accept me at my worse, you don't deserve me at my best."
I don't wait for his reaction and turn back with tears in my eyes. I get out of the house leaving him in my living room. I don't turn to look at him one last time because I know if I do I might forget everything and take him back.
I drive straight to Harry's house without letting a tear drop and only cry in his arms letting in all the comfort he's giving. He tries to get me to talk but I can't get a word out so I just sob in his embrace.
I don't think everything will be the same again.
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Walk Through Fire For You*
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pairing: best friend h x reader
a/n: this is an old fic i had from my account. no, i will not be posting all of them because i did not save all of them unfortunately :(
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YN groans in frustration as she steps in the door of her apartment, rolling her shoulders and taking her shoes off of her aching feet. All week her floor has been short staffed, leaving her to do almost all patient checkups, fill all charts, and report to the chief. It’s stressful and it’s exhausting, so she’s happy to finally have some time off. It’s refreshing to not have to worry about her pager going off in the dead of the night.
She knows the feeling all too well, when she’s in a deep sleep for the first time in days and suddenly her heart stutters as she hears the beeping from beside her head. It’s always worth it, though, when she gets to save someone’s life even if it means she loses sleep.
Stepping further into the apartment, it feels like a load is lifted from her shoulders as she takes in the clean atmosphere, the front of her home spotless from her last day off. She practically runs to her bedroom, in need of a hot shower to relax her aching muscles. A small sigh leaves her as she sees a small pile of dirty laundry that needs to be done, but she decides to leave that for another day.
It’s settled, she’s going to spend the next few days relaxing and sleeping, catching up on her favourite shows. Looking at the clock on her bedside table, she sees that she has about five hours of resting time before Harry arrives for their weekly movie night. It’s perfect, it gives her enough time for a nap, and even if she oversleeps, Harry can let himself in.
Grabbing some panties and one of Harry’s t-shirts, she places them on her bed before making her way to the bathroom, immediately starting the shower. As soon as the water is hot enough, she jumps in and lets the water envelop her, basking in the warmth it brings.
After about ten minutes of just standing under the shower head, she grabs her soap and starts to clean herself up, washing all of the sweat from her shift off her body. She feels a million times better when she steps out of the shower and wraps her towel around her, but she’s still very exhausted.
Before she heads into her room, she stops at the sink to do her skincare before making her way in and drying off, slipping on the clothes she’d previously chosen. She quickly does her moisturizing routine before climbing into her bed and burying herself under the blankets, falling asleep instantly.
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When she awakes, the first thing that hits her senses is the smell of her favourite pizza, the scent drifting through her home. A wide smile forms on her face as she makes her way down the hall, and she isn’t surprised to see Harry setting up their dinner, pouring the two of them some glasses of wine.
He’s dressed in a black hoodie and some grey shorts, but she’s unaware of what shoes he showed up in because he left them at her front door.
She stands in the doorway silently, watching him quickly set everything up with the most adorable look of concentration on his face. When he’s all done, he sits down on the couch, and that’s when she decides to make her appearance.
Sneaking up behind him, she chuckles as she sees him scrolling through emails, and then she’s placing her hand on his shoulders, cackling as he jumps in fear.
“Fuckin’ hell, YN,” he grumbles, placing his hand on his chest as his heart thumps against it. “Always been a sneaky little fucker,” he murmurs, shaking his head as she cackles behind him.
She can faintly hear him muttering something about how he should’ve scared her when he had the chance, only making her laugh even harder. An annoyed look covers Harry’s face as he waits for her to finish her cackling, and when he sees her wiping some fallen tears from her eyes, he’s fed up.
He quickly turns around and lunges for her, grabbing her arm and yanking her toward him. She squeals in surprise before she’s laughing once more as he takes advantage of her vulnerable position, tickling her in her most ticklish spots. She’s kicking and yelling for him to stop, the tears that are streaming down her face practically doubling in quantity.
“Okay, okay!” she snorts, making Harry let out a belly laugh at the unusual sound. He finally decides to give her a break,
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. “I brought you some stuff,” he says excitedly, as if just now remembering he’d done so. She grins at his excitement, watching him run to the kitchen and grab a shopping bag from her island.
Her interest is piqued as she sees the full target bag, but her heart melts when she sees the flowers that he carries along with it.
Sitting down next to her, he chuckles at her already teary eyes, handing the flowers to her. “I know you’ve had a bit of a rough week, so I thought I’d do something nice for you,” he explains, watching her quickly wipe some fallen tears from her glossy eyes. “Oh, stop the crying. I’ll cry too if y’don’t stop,” he mutters, rummaging through the bag and pulling things out, explaining them to her.
“So, first I picked us up some face masks, I ended up seeing the hydrating ones you sent me in the tiktok, so I grabbed those,” he starts, making her heart swell with how considerate he is. “Also, I know you’ve been wanting to paint m’nails, and I liked these colours so I grabbed them,” he continues, keeping a close eye on the emotional girl beside him.
He realizes he has one more thing in the bag, his face lighting up as he remembers. “Ooh! I also picked up this bath bomb, I think you’ll like it! It has soothing chemicals or something like that to help you sleep. I think it’s marijuana in it, I’m not sure,” he chuckles, placing the bag behind him on the couch.
The second he finishes talking, he chuckles as he sees her shoulders shaking lightly, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her and pull her to his chest. Immediately, she starts sobbing against him, letting out even more tension from the horrible and stressful week she’d endured. He places his hand on her back, rubbing up and down gently as he soothes her, pressing his lips to the crown of her head as sobs wrack her body.
He knows that sometimes she doesn’t need to talk, but she just needs comfort from him and to know he’s there. So he sits in silence, rocking the two of them side to side as he lets her cry it out against him.
They stay that way for around five minutes, until she’s pulling away and turning away from him so he doesn’t see all of the snot on her face. He chuckles, grabbing a napkin to clean her up. “I’ve seen you shitfaced with makeup sliding off your face. You think a little bit of snot is gonna scare me away?” he teases, making her laugh wetly at his words. “Don’t think I forgot about when y’sneezed on m’face in third grade when y’had that nasty cold,” he says, scrunching his face up in disgust at the memory.
She pouts slightly, pushing his arm jokingly. “Shut up,” she grumbles, but it’s all in good nature as he finishes cleaning her up and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone,” he surrenders, a smug smile on his face. “Only if you braid m’hair so I don’t get the face mask in it,” he finishes, making her squeal excitedly. She’d been asking to braid his hair for the past month, but he denied every time.
“Turn around!” she shouts excitedly, hopping up from the couch to get a comb from her bathroom. He laughs lightheartedly at her excitement, doing as she says as he awaits her return.
He hears her before he sees her, the sound of her feet pattering against the floor making him shake his head fondly as she runs back to the living room before sitting down behind him.
She makes quick work of braiding his hair, the faint sound of music coming from his phone as he decided to turn on his playlist. When she’s all done, she’s grabbing her phone from beside her and opening the camera, snapping a picture before showing it to him.
He smiles widely at the new hairstyle. “I love it, thank you Y/N/N,” he replies, kissing her cheek. “Now how about we do these face masks while we eat and pick a movie,” he requests, and she’s nodding before grabbing the masks off the table and making her way to the bathroom, Harry not far behind.
Opening the two packets, she hands Harry his before putting hers on, taking out her jade roller to smooth it out. Finishing up, she turns to Harry to help do his, having no clue what the close proximity is doing to him. He’s had her this close to him hundreds of times in the many years they’ve known each other, but it’s something so intimate about this moment that has his heart stuttering in his chest and his head feeling floaty.
His eyes are locked in on her lips, watching the way she sometimes bites them in concentration, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, to bite it himself. Shaking the thoughts off, she pulls away. “All done. Let’s go eat,” she smiles, walking out the bathroom with him close behind.
Making their way back to their places, Harry tells YN to sit down and choose a movie while he heats up their lukewarm pizza, and she smiles before doing so.
When he returns, he sees that she picked ‘Pride & Prejudice’, making him roll his eyes fondly as they’ve seen the movie at least ten times. It really is her favourite movie, so he puts up with it every time, even though he can recite it backwards at this point.
Passing her the plate, she thanks him and digs in, sipping wine in between bites. The two eat in comfortable silence as the movie plays, and when they’re done they place their plates on the coffee table, deciding to get them tomorrow.
Finishing her wine, YN slides closer to Harry and lies on him, feeling her eyes start to get droopy as she relishes in his warmth.
“H?” she whispers, making him hum in acknowledgment and look down at her curiously. “Could I maybe paint your nails in the morning? ‘M getting sleepy,” she mumbles sheepishly, making him chuckle at h
“Of course, Petal. Whatever you want,” he responds, getting tired himself.
“Thank you so much, H. I really needed this. I love you,” she whispers, resting her head against his chest.
“No problem, Flower. I’d walk through fire for you,” he replies, pressing a comforting kiss on her head. He notices her nodding off and chuckles, holding her closer to him. “I love you more,” he whispers, turning back to their unfinished movie
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jarofstyles · 1 year
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Flame- the masterlist
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Best friends to FWB to ….?
Y/N and Harry have been friends for a while. What’s a drunken make out or two? The feelings have been brewing, the touches have increased, but will will push them over the edge to light the kindling that’s been waiting for the flame?
Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, graphic description, spanking, choking, etc
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Au where the malfoys move away from the manor, scorp goes to preschool (harry + albus r there too??) and they explore the muggle world???
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The Big Tease | bfd!harry
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best friend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship au
Summary: based loosely on this request - Harry comes to your place to make sure you're taking care of yourself and you find that as hard as you try to tease him, he's not giving in to you and then some high emotions are exposed.
Word Count: 7.8k words
Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, angst, age gap, cheating
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You tried not to feel guilty about what you were doing with a married man. Your best friend’s dad. It was hard when it came to keeping it a secret from everyone. Keeping it a secret from Fae.
“Where’d you get this?” Fae brushed her fingers over the pretty little bracelet Mr. Styles gave you a few nights before. It was gold with three round light-colored opals in the center and two round-cut tiny diamonds on either side. It was dainty and sweet and you knew it was expensive after googling the brand and finding the exact item available online and in high-end shops nearby.
“Ahh… my mom and dad got it for me a while ago. Just haven’t worn it in a long time. Forgot it about,” you lied with a shrug. Lying to her made you nauseous.
“Really? How could you forget about this? It’s gorgeous! Looks really pretty on you too,” she complimented and you frowned as you looked down at it.
You hated lying to your best friend. But what could you do? You certainly wouldn’t admit to your affair with her father. And of course, you weren’t quite feeling guilty enough to put an end to it either. Mr. Styles was the best you’d ever had and you were completely smitten with him.
When you two finally made it back to your apartment after shopping and eating and stopping at the ice cream shop for a treat you’d also forgotten all the lovely flowers you had sitting around your living room and kitchen.
It had also become a thing where you’d get the most exquisite bouquets delivered to you every Monday morning. Peonies, roses, phalaenopsis orchids, and gardenias all stuffed with hardly any filler. You knew the bouquets he was sending you were hundreds of dollars a pop. But they were breathtaking.
You quickly assessed in your mind whether or not you’d removed the cards from them which would have given everything away should Fae see. Unlocking your door and letting yourself in first you quickly glanced around and the freshest bouquet clearly still had its card poking out of it. You made a beeline across the room as Fae closed your door behind her and plucked the tiny card out, crumpling it in your hand, and then bent down next to the table to pretend you were doing something else.
“Those are so pretty, Y/n. Oh my god. Do you have a flower service or something?”
You had three bouquets placed around your living room. One was clearly old and some of the flowers were drooping, losing their vibrant colors, while the newer ones were full of soft pinks and purples, crisp white and cream…
“Yes. I decided to start treating myself to nice flowers every week.” You smiled. Another lie. You couldn’t afford a weekly delivery of these kinds of flowers and if Fae bothered to research how expensive bouquets like this were she’d have questioned you further. But luckily she didn’t.
The bracelet, the flowers, your glow… all things she noticed, could have been an indicator of a lover but as far as you could tell she hadn’t connected the dots. Or at least she didn’t voice it to you.
Of course, everything could be explained. But she was your best friend. If you weren’t more vigilant, she’d be catching on soon, you were sure.
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The following day after a morning shift at the restaurant you arrived home and collapsed on your couch. It was exhausting. The restaurant was only open for breakfast and brunch on the weekend (where normally it’s only a dinner spot the rest of the week) and it was slammed. Mimosas, eggs benedict, fancy French tarts, and pastries, huge parties of people, music, guests nursing hangovers… The restaurant was well known for its weekend breakfast and brunch with bottomless mimosas and Bloody Marys. The clientele were usually upper-class folks who didn’t mind spending $35 for their mimosa and then only ordering 2 when they could have had as many as they wanted. A local creamery provided butter, yogurt, and milk for your special breakfast dishes, and a bowl of fancy yogurt and some in-house granola was $15. The cheapest food item on the breakfast menu. The cheapest item on the menu was a cup of black coffee, refillable. Unless you ordered the free tap water.
You got lucky to eat anything while you served breakfast. It was typically too busy to take a bite of anything. But the tips were excellent because everyone was usually in a great mood.
You were startled awake by your phone vibrating in your back pocket. You’d fallen asleep without even realizing you’d closed your eyes.
Pulling the phone out from under your body you realized it was Harry calling you (he normally didn’t call unless it was prearranged).
“Hello?” You sat up as you answered.
“Baby! I was worried. Are you okay? I didn’t hear back from you.”
Harry had a thing where he wanted you to text him when you got home from work to let him know you made it safely, even if it was a morning shift. He was always so worried about you but you kind of loved it.
“I’m fine. Sorry! I fell asleep as soon as I sat down on the couch. God, I’m so exhausted. Fae was here late last night and then I had the breakfast shift so I only had like four hours of sleep…”
“Hey, it’s okay. I was just worried. I texted you and then never heard back. Just started to panic. Have you eaten?”
You smiled and his soft deep voice made you feel so comfortable and safe, “I haven’t eaten yet. I had a bit at work but just passed out as soon as I got here.”
“So you’ve only had something to eat at work? It’s already dinnertime, Y/n.”
Harry did have a tendency to sort of scold you like he was your dad. Maybe it was ingrained in him in some ways. To try and take care of you and remind you to do things like eat.
“Geez, Dad. I’ll get right on it,” you teased.
Harry was silent for a moment, which had you worried. Perhaps calling him ‘dad’ had been unwise.
But then suddenly his voice broke through the line, “I’m coming over. I have a feeling you don’t have any groceries and I’m gonna make you dinner. Something to eat.”
You scoffed, “I mean… I have food here. I will eat. You don’t have–“
“I’ll be there within an hour,” he interrupted and you nodded to yourself.
“O… Okay. Um… yeah. In an hour.”
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You quickly showered and tossed your dirty clothes into your clothes hamper so they weren’t strewn about your bedroom floor. You tidied up and kept yourself busy until he finally arrived. You were getting all worked up knowing he was coming over.
You didn’t know what he had been telling Mrs. Styles about why he was leaving or when he’d stay with you overnight, or spend hours in your bed every week. Though there were times he could only come over quickly, most of the time he stayed with you long enough that he’d need a good cover story. You kind of hoped you could have him for the night.
When he knocked at your door and you opened it up for him you saw he had his hands full. One arm around a sack of groceries and in his other hand the bag he normally packed for when he was staying the night.
You smiled when you saw his handsome face and ushered him into your small apartment. He leaned in to kiss you quickly, “Just showered?” He asked.
“Well yeah,” you spoke as you closed the door and followed behind him to your kitchen, “I didn’t have the chance earlier because I fell asleep as you know,” you laughed.
“Mmhmm…” he grunted affirmatively as he began to remove the grocery items from the bag one by one.
You saw tomatoes, fresh basil, flour, mushrooms, cheese…
“What are you making?” You picked up the container of buffalo mozzarella and then looked at Harry.
“Margherita pizza. One of my favorite little recipes my mom used to make.”
You placed the container down, pulled his arm to drag him toward you, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.
He immediately paused what he was doing and wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss and then giving you a taste of his tongue.
But then he pulled away with his signature teasing smirk and went back to his task.
“You brought your bag. Gonna stay the night with me?”
He nodded as he folded the paper bag up neatly and then looked at you, “If that’s okay. Have to leave early, though.”
If that’s okay.
You laughed to yourself and nodded, “Of course, it’s okay, Harry. God, what I wouldn’t give to have you with me every–“ You stopped what you saying when you realized how suddenly serious that thought was. You did want him every night. You wanted him to yourself but you hadn’t discussed that with him before.
Harry placed the neatly folded paper bag down on your little counter and then pulled you back toward him with his hands on your hips, “Yeah? Every…? What? Every night? Want me every night, baby?” That same sneaky, devious smirk on his face had you melting and warm.
“I just meant, you’re always welcome,” you slid your hands up his chest and bit your lip. You were a little embarrassed that you admitted that but it was obviously too late now.
“I’m always welcome or you want me every night? Which is it?” He gripped you harder so you couldn’t escape his questions, his gaze.
You puffed a breath out through your lips with a laugh, “Both.”
He loosened his grip and brought a hand to your face, his eyes fixed to yours, “Both. I’d much prefer to be here with you every night too. Would if I could.” The thumb that trailed over your cheekbone and to your temple was soft and loving. You knew he meant what he said.
Harry’s pizza was superb. Your oven wasn’t quite right, he kept saying as he baked it but to you, it was the best thing that had ever come out of that cheap appliance.
“Usually like to make this in a brick oven. The one I’ve got in my backyard, but this will do in a pinch I suppose.”
Your mouth was full as you nodded, “So good.”
Harry laughed at your stuffed cheeks and the way you were gobbling down what he’d made.
“Aren’t you going to eat more?” You asked him finally when you’d swallowed your bite. He’d only had one slice.
“Already had dinner. But I wanted to feed you. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”
For some reason with a tummy full of Harry’s pizza and the kind gesture of his cooking to help take care of you had you reeling and needing more than just food.
Of course, it would have been impolite to just abandon cleanup but you were suddenly aware of how his sleeves were pushed up his forearms and how his dimples were extra deep accompanying his attractive smile. And his hair looked too tidy, you needed to get your hands in it. Needed to get him out of his clothes. Get those long fingers around your neck and touching your body immediately.
You set your plate down on the small kitchen table you were both sitting at and slid your hand up his thigh, “Oh is that why you came over here? The only reason?” You grinned and he leaned back into his chair and looked at you, keeping his own grin in check.
“Need to make sure my girl is healthy. Has everything she needs.”
“Yeah? And sometimes I need more than just food too, Mr. Styles.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs slightly as you continued moving your hand upward, “Oh I know, sweet girl. You need a lot of things, don’t you?”
You nodded, “What about you? Do you need things too? From me? Anything I can help you with?”
Now his grin was breaking out over his face but it was cheeky, playful, “Of course I do.”
But he wasn’t giving in to your little game. He liked having you be the one to ask for it. You didn’t know why but he loved hearing you beg him. You always resisted begging. At first anyway. Sometimes he’d give in without you needing to.
“And what do you need from me?” You stopped short of putting your fingers over where you knew he was tucked under his pants. The obvious natural bulge he sported giving away where he normally liked to position himself.
“Whatever you’re willing to give me, love. But I’m here because you needed to eat first and foremost. And you needed some groceries.”
You laughed and skipped over his lovely cock and put your hand up to his chest, scooting your chair in a little closer, “I’ll give you anything you want, sir. All you have to do is ask.”
Harry smiled and licked his lips slowly, “I’m as content as I can be here with you right now. Could sit here all night listening to you talk. S’that what you want? Want to touch my chest,” he flitted his eyes down to where your hand was before looking back into your eyes, “and my thighs, and chat all night about my pizza making skills and your lack of healthy food?”
You folded your lips into your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. He was playing a game of chicken with you. You really wanted to win this time.
“Well, that does sound really nice. You’ve filled me up so good with your yummy pizza. Guess I don’t need anything more than stimulating conversation with you if that’s all you’re interested in.”
Harry swallowed and breathed a laugh out of his nose, “Fine. Pizza and conversation it is.”
You wanted to huff in frustration. He still had his arms crossed over his chest, just under where your fingers were toying with the buttons on his shirt. He wasn’t giving in. But you had a thought.
“I’ll be right back.”
You hopped up from the chair and pranced to your bedroom. If he wanted to tease so would you. Stripping off your sweats you dug out your thin white Hey Lover t-shirt and tied it up just under the center of your breasts, and black cheeky boy short panties. You’d pretend you were only getting comfy since it was already late in the evening. He’d know what you were up to but you could play it off like you just wanted to get into your comfy house clothes.
When you got back to the kitchen Harry was already cleaning up.
“Hey, let’s do that later. Wanna sit and talk a bit.”
Harry tsked you, his back still turned as he wrapped up the rest of the pizza in foil, “I worked hard on this. Don’t want it to go bad. You can go sit–“ when he finally turned his full gaze back to you he stopped mid-sentence. You saw his jaw clench and his nostrils flair.
Not fair. That was not fair of you.
You knew your top especially was going to drive him mad. It was thin and your nipples were poking through the material and he could certainly see the shadow of the deeper color of your areolas popping through.
And he did. You noted where his eyes roamed, pausing over your tits for a good few seconds before licking his lips and turning back around to finish his job.
“Go sit.” He said without a single note of sweetness or desire.
You smiled to yourself as you walked into the living room and sat on your couch. Putting on a little music you selected a good little playlist that you knew he’d like.
Trying to act as unbothered as you possibly could you found a comfortable position on the couch and leaned into your cushions as you waited for Mr. Styles to join you.
It wasn’t long before he was casually strolling into the living room and sitting on the couch, leaving a few feet between you two. He draped an ankle over his knee and sat back, looking totally cool and unbothered.
You stretched and gathered your hair into your hands to expose your neck as you spoke, “So, how was your day today, Mr. Styles? You already know all about mine.”
Harry nodded slowly as he looked at you, keeping his eyes on your face, “Normal. Woke up and worked out, read an article, and played some golf with a colleague. That’s it really. Now here I am feeding you and entertaining you with conversation,” he grinned and you saw his eyes quickly take in your neck.
You smiled and sighed, “Sounds nice. I’ve played golf a few times. I’m terrible at it, though. Once a guy who took me tried to straighten out my stance but it did no good. No matter how many times he helped me adjust my grip or pushed my legs to spread them out properly it just didn’t work,” you chuckled. It was true. You’d gone with a guy a couple of years back on a date. He was flirting with you when he tried showing you the proper way to stand and hold the club but it turned into making out in the golf cart and a quick fuck in his car before he dropped you at home.
“S’that so? He probably wasn’t a good player either if he couldn’t give you any tips to help you improve your game.”
You shrugged, “I don’t know. I think he was more interested in getting my clothes off than anything,” you kept your eyes on his to asses but there was nothing there that indicated jealousy.
You had to amp it up. Do something to make him lose it. Wanted to watch him thicken up in his pants.
Dropping your hair you tucked your legs under yourself and turned to face Harry. You knew he was trying his hardest not to let his eyes drop below your neck. He knew he’d be fucked if he took in the way the soft cotton stretched over your breasts.
“Anyway. Are you any good?” You allowed your own eyes to take him in fully. His composure was sure to falter at some point.
“Yeah. I’m all right. I can hold my own.”
His short answer was not exactly what you were hoping for but you didn’t let it deter you. For some reason, his standoffish behavior was getting you even more worked up.
“Bet you can hold your own. You’re just so naturally good at everything you do,” you moved your finger over your tummy, keeping your eyes on his, “I know first-hand.”
Harry raised his brows and the movement of your hand over your torso and then down toward the top of your panties had him dropping his sight to where you were softly ghosting your fingers along the elastic band. You tugged at the knot on your shirt before moving your hand back up toward your chest, your thumb pressed between your thin cotton t-shirt-covered tits.
He watched your fingers and then looked back up at you, “Do you? And what do you know of my skills?” He smiled softly. Still appearing totally unbothered.
You sighed and tilted your head, keeping your eyes on his before stretching your arms over your head and allowing your shirt to lift the tiniest bit, revealing the bottom of your breasts. You only put your arms down once you were satisfied that Mr. Styles had gotten a good look, “Well, for example, you just made me a pizza that was to die for. Also, you recently got promoted at work and now you’re some big shot,” you unfolded a leg from underneath your bum and stretched it out, pressing your bare foot onto Harry’s thigh, “And I’ve seen you work out,” you nudged his muscled thigh, “You put men half your age to shame. You’re so athletic…” you began to pull your foot away but Harry gripped your ankle and pulled your leg to drape over his thigh making you smile in triumph.  Though you’d not yet won this round, he was clearly giving in to you bit by bit.
“Hmmm…” Harry nodded and hummed quietly. He kept his hand on your shin and his eyes a safe distance from anything below your chin, “I know I’m good at a lot of things. Can make you dribble all over your chin by just pulling my pants down,” he licked his lips, “Feel like that’s a great skill of mine. What else…” his hand began to brush over your leg softly and you scoffed at him but of course, he was right. You both knew it. He made you drool and whiney and hot. He didn’t even have to do anything.
“That was one time. And you had your fingers in my mouth. It wasn’t because of your cock,” you lied. Well, his fingers in your mouth did have you drool down your chin and when he pulled his pants down, he teasingly pointed out how your chin was shiny and you’d dripped saliva down your neck and to your chest.
“No? Hmmm… but you were so desperate to get it in your mouth that you tried grabbing me and when I told you to be patient you whined and drooled all over the floor. You can pretend all you want, little girl. I see what you’re trying to do.”
You watched as his hand traveled up your leg and past your knee to your thigh, “Wearing this little getup… trying to seduce me. So desperate for me. But you’re gonna have to try a lot harder than this, Y/n. You can lie to yourself and pretend you're not bothered and change the subject and show me your pretty tits all you want. S’not gonna change the fact that you’re gonna wind up a messy little puddle begging me for anything I’ll give you. Isn’t that right?”
Your mouth dropped open in faux shock. He was right. But you weren’t ready to give up yet.
“Whatever you say, Mr. Styles. I know you like having your ego stroked. So go ahead and keep telling yourself that you’ve got the upper hand. We both know you’re already folding. I can sit here all night and chat with you like this if you want. Doesn’t bother me one bit.” You folded your arms across your chest with a grin.
Harry laughed quietly and shook his head. You were fun. He loved these moments with you. Loved giving you a hard time. Loved when you gave him a hard time. He softly pinched the inside of your thigh and you laughed, attempting to pull your leg away but he held you in place, large palms keeping your leg over him, fingers digging into your skin.
“Darling, you forget who you’re dealing with. I’m not the one resorting to skimpy clothes and trying to hide how turned-on I am. I see you trying to keep your legs pressed together. Hiding something,” he jutted his chin toward you and looked over the spot between your legs where he knew your panties covered up a tiny secret.
You wore black panties on purpose. Any wetness would be easier to hide, but keeping your legs pressed together could ensure he didn’t see the wet patch that had begun to spread. However, the way he was holding your leg over his lap made it quite difficult for you to not open your thighs a little.
“You just love to imagine that you’ve got me all bothered. But you’re wrong. I’m totally fine.”
Harry smiled and pulled at your leg further, causing a small yelp to slip out from your mouth followed by a tiny bit of laughter at the way you lost balance when you were pulled toward him, your other leg being tugged at to drape over his thigh.
“Good. Then we can just sit here and talk about the weather and maybe politics if you’re into that. Or is there another topic you had in mind since you’re so keen on just sitting chatting all night?”
You steadied yourself, back against the cushion as you pressed your legs together again and looked up at him innocently, “Randy called me the other day. Said he missed me. Apologized for being rude when we were together. That was nice to hear. The apology,” you wiggled your hips to fix your seating so you could appear more casual, despite having your legs in Harry’s possession over his lap.
Harry’s large palms ran up the outer sides of your thighs slowly before dragging back down to just above your knees, keeping his eyes on yours, “Oh really? Thinking about getting back with him then?” He spoke trying to tamper the playful smile on his face.
You snorted a laugh and grinned teasingly, drawing your fingers across your breasts, “Nahh… I can do better. I mean… maybe if I’m desperate and just need to scratch an itch. You know? Being a single girl gets hard at times. My dildo is only gonna give me a small taste of what a man can. Even if he’s not great in bed.”
Biting the inside of his cheek he nodded with dark eyes, “Would be such a shame to waste a good fuck on Rudy like that when you’ve got me at the helm. Of course, you're too stubborn to admit it. All you have to do is ask.”
 You sighed and dropped your hands to your lap with a pout, “Randy. His name is Randy. But anyway… I don’t have to beg Randy to fuck me. He’s never pretended he was unbothered by me. Always quite straightforward really. If he wanted sex all he had to do was tell me. You on the other hand,” you poked your finger into his arm, “like making it hard for me, which is quite impolite. So I’m okay with not having sex if you just aren’t up for it.”
Harry pushed a laugh out through his nose at your tease, “Rudy sounds like a fucking bore. And he never gave you an orgasm. Either you have really bad taste or you’re just a tease. I have a feeling I know which it is, too. Little girl likes to play games. I can play games if you want. But you know I’m gonna win.”
You knew he was right. You wanted his cock but he wasn’t budging. All you had to do was admit it. Ask him politely. And you would when you couldn’t handle it any longer but you were having fun and the back and forth was like foreplay for you.
He kept one hand grasped around the outside of your thigh while his other smoothed inward, fingers pushing your thighs apart the tiniest bit and then gently dancing upward. If he moved his fingers too far up he’d feel how damp you were already.
“I’m not playing games,” you spoke matter-of-factly, watching as his hand traveled over your skin, “I can just tell maybe you’re tired Perhaps you’ve had a long day and it’s almost bedtime for you. I mean I get it,” you laughed in preparation for what you were about to say, “When you get to be your age things just slow down a little. It’s okay if you’re not up for it tonight, sir.”
Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and closed his eyes as he laughed at your attempt to provoke him.
When he looked back at you his expression was serious as he pried your legs apart, swiping the pad of his pointer finger right over the wet material of your panties and raised his brows as if he was shocked. Though you knew he was goading you, “You know goddamn well that my age has nothing to do with my libido. Difference between me and you is that I have incredible willpower and I know that you’re gonna be begging me to stuff your pussy before the night is over.”
You laughed and shook your head, “Nope.”
Harry pressed his thumb right over where your clit was already aching and grinned, “Yep.” Popping the p for emphasis. “See I’ve already got you soaking your panties. Goosebumps on your legs. Your nipples are hard. Your face is warm. I bet your heart is pounding too, just wishing you were getting the life fucked out of you right now. And you could be,” he spoke lowly as he slid a finger under the fabric of your panties and smoothed it over your skin, but not touching your crease or your clit like you hoped, “If you just admit it.”
You noticed that his cock had plumped under his pants. A good sign, you figured, “Nothing to admit. I might be turned on but I can hold out. In fact, I’d bet you’re not in much better shape with your cock swelling up like it is. You need this wet pussy to soothe that big dick, don’t you?”
Harry’s undisturbed body language was a concern because even though his prick was growing harder by the minute, you were starting to boil while he still seemed unphased.
“Oh, honey…” Harry smiled at you like you were a pitiful thing, “I’m doing just fine. In fact, probably just gonna fuck my own fist before we go to bed since you’re so stubborn. Maybe I’ll let you watch me too. I’ll be just fine. Just love being here with you. We don’t always have to have sex.”
You clenched your jaw and huffed imagining that scene. Having Harry yank his cock with his big hand until he was coming on your floor. You’d want to lick it up off the floor too. Scoop it all up and swallow it down. He had you obsessed with his come. Well, with him in general.
You tried to think of something to say but your brain was stuck on the image of him slowly stroking his fat cock and saying filthy shit to you while you tried to hold it together and not give in to your own urges.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Harry lifted a hand to your face and brushed his thumb along your jaw and up over your cheek, “Need to tell me something?”
Your lips parted and you breathed out a small whimper and squished your eyes closed. Your determination was crumbling with his soft touches.
“S’okay. If you don’t mind,” Harry pushed your legs off of him and quickly began to unbutton his pants, “S’getting tight in there…” he pulled his pants down just a touch so that the bulge under his briefs was now poking out and he had a bit more space to breathe.
He pressed over his erection and straightened himself out and suddenly the tip of his cock was peeking out over the band of Calvin Kleins. You closed your eyes again and tried to will yourself to not give in to him. But what was fair was fair. You were teasing him with your body and now he was returning the favor.
When you heard Harry chuckle you opened your eyes to look at him and your head was fuzzy. He was literally mouth-watering. He’d unbuttoned his shirt so you could see his tattoos and the large erection poking out from his briefs was like an actual cherry on top of it all. You licked your lips and swallowed down your saliva as you stared at his swollen head. It looked like something you could just pop into your mouth and suckle on if you weren’t so stubborn.
But Harry loved how stubborn you were. You really did make him work for it. You were exciting and sweet and he loved the way you teased him.
“If you want some you can have some, sweetheart. I know you’d like a taste. S’right there for you if you just ask politely.”
You groaned and looked away from him but your eyes were burning and all you could think about was straddling his lap and pushing his briefs down so you could fuck yourself on him. You were actually vibrating and pulsing you were so turned on.
And when you thought about it all… how this was all just a game anyway. How you both knew you’d end up with his come dribbling out of your cunt and satisfied and fucked out before you went to bed you laughed, “Fuck it…” you said as you crawled yourself over his lap and Harry’s hands found your hips, “I want you. Okay? You win.”
He had a pleased smile on his face when he felt you press your soaked panties over his briefs and plaster your lips over his in finality.
He would have laughed and teased you for giving in but he was thankful you did. Because he was aching for you.
You were desperate too. You pulled away from the kiss and put your hands down to his briefs and pushed at the material before sliding the crotch of your panties to the side and letting your wet hole kiss his tip softly as you looked into his eyes, “Can I please have it?”
Harry’s smirk fell from his face the moment you began to lower yourself, coating him in your slick arousal, “Yes. Take what you want. Fuck…”
The music was soft and you could barely hear the lyrics as you began to work yourself down and up along his length. You moaned as you felt him poke deep and keened, sucking in a sharp breath, “So thick…” you panted.
You were wetting Harry’s briefs and the tops of his pants but he didn’t care in that moment. He’d take care of the issue after you were done, “Yeah? Needed to stuff yourself with my cock didn’t you darling? Feels good?”
You nodded and held onto the back of the couch as Harry moved his hands from your hips up to the bottom hem of your top and pushed the material up so he could finally look at your pretty breasts. His favorite. He leaned in and suckled your tit into your mouth and you gasped softly.
You began to ride him a little faster, sticky slick noises coming from between your bodies as you writhed up and down his cock.
“Harry!” You shouted his name in a desperate plea. You didn’t know what you were pleading for but you just wanted more. His tongue and lips and teeth on your tits and his heavy, hard dick inside of you were really all a girl could ask for.
Harry moaned and licked over the spot he nipped next to your nipple and moved his lips over your soft flesh as he spoke, “Poor thing… so needy for me. Should have just given in the first time I told you to, baby.”
The couch under you squeaked gently as you rose and fell over him. The relief of having him inside of you had you tearing up.
Harry tilted his head back to look at your face. And just as he expected you were completely insatiable. Your expression was hungry and lusty with your lips parted, a pained look across your features.
Harry cooed at you and slid his hands up from your soft breasts to cup your face and make you kiss him. Your mouths moved together slowly as you shifted over him, slowing down a little now that your mouths were connected.
Harry pulled away, keeping his hands at your face, “Slow down a little bit. Here…” he dropped one hand to your hip and stilled you, pushing you down all the way over his shaft until you were firmly seated in his lap and his tip was stuffed so far inside of you it hurt making you whine and quiver.
“Like that. Just sit and feel me. No need to hurry. Gonna always take care of you. Okay?” His lips pressed over yours again and you moaned into his mouth.
You acted as if you were starved. You canted your hips slightly to glide your clit against his pelvic bone and he gasped and pulled away again, “I know you need it, baby. Just slow down. You were so desperate weren’t you?” He thumbed at your cheek and wiped your tears with a grin, “Always my good girl. Aren’t you?”
You bit your lips and whimpered as you nodded. You felt like a pathetic girl. It was like the moment his cock was inside of you all your good sense flew out the window and you were a melty, needy puppy in despair, deprived of attention and love. You needed more and more and more every time he entered you. It only got worse as the months crawled on and your affair got more serious.
“I wanna be your only good girl. Please…” You slid your shaky fingers into his hair and smoothed your lips over his with a tremulous breath.
Harry rocked upward, dipping into your sensitive insides and you gasped again, parting your lips from his.
“Look at me, Y/n…” Harry spoke as he moved a hand to the back of your neck.
You locked eyes with him and your sad little pout had him leaning in to give you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth before he looked back into your eyes, “You’re my good girl. No one else. Just you, baby. Understood?”
You nodded and sniffled, “But I’m not,” You jutted your bottom lip out like a child and felt ridiculous. You didn’t know what had you so emotional suddenly. Maybe it was the build-up and all the teasing. Or the way you always gave in to him and he was so cool and secure in himself while you were shaky and desperate.
Harry moved a hand down your back and kept his other hand brushing softly over your cheekbone, “Yes you are. You’re mine. You’re my only.”
You didn’t want to say it. Hated to bring it up but you couldn’t help it or you thought you’d explode if you didn’t tell the truth, “But you’re married. I might be yours but you’re not mine.”
He hadn’t quite expected it. You knew the situation. He couldn’t just leave his wife of 20+ years. It didn’t work that way. But to hear you say it was… well it gave him pause.
“Okay. I am married. But I’m here with you right now, Y/n. Because I’d rather be here with you. Wish I could be here every night. And I would if I could.”
You nodded. You knew he’d prefer to fuck you rather than his wife. That part was understood. But he’d never actually choose you over her when it came down to it. “I know. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just… I’m starting to…” You swallowed the words your heart wanted to reveal but you stopped, “Just want to see you more I think. Once a week or every other week isn’t good for me. Need you more. I think that’ll make me better. I’m sorry… I don’t know –“
Harry shushed you and stroked your back softly, “I want to see you more too, baby. Should we think of a way to make it twice or three times a week even? Will that make it better?”
You smiled and nodded, “Three times a week? Oh my god…” You kissed him and squealed at the idea of having him three times a week.
Harry laughed and nodded, “If it makes you happy. Didn’t know you needed more, honey. Didn’t want to make you sick of me.”
You laughed in return and shook your head, “I could never be sick of you, Harry. I’m…” You stopped yourself once again. The words on the tip of your tongue but that wouldn’t be fair. To you nor to him. “I’m happy you want that too.”
Harry’s fingers on your face felt soft and comforting, “Of course I want that. I want you happy. And that would make me happier too.”
You felt dizzy with love and excitement as you pasted your lips to his and began to rock your hips slowly again.
You knew you were selfish. Knew you were getting in too deep but you didn’t care. Maybe down the road one day it would hurt but for now, you would be happy with anything he gave you.
Suddenly Harry shifted and brought his arm to cradle you close as he laid you down flat on the couch, his thick cock still inside of you. But now he was hovering over you with a dark smile on his face, “I need to fuck you like you’re mine. Show you I mean it,” he said as he pulled your legs up, calves pressed over his shoulders, and began to roll his hips into you. The springs in the couch cushions danced under your back and creaked as he picked up the pace.
You coughed out a moan and squished your exposed tits together. You still had on your shirt, tugged up above your tits, and your underwear, and Harry still had his clothes on, while his shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were down past his bottom. You were both the picture of neediness, not even bothering to take the time to undress fully.
Harry held onto the back of your thighs as he plunged in and pulled back to his tip, before plowing his cock into the hilt again. Every time his hips met the back of your thighs the sticky sound of your arousal on his cock was unmistakable.
He swatted at your thigh when you began to slip from his hold, your leg wobbling free from his shoulder, “Stay put. Keep your legs up,” he grunted.
You gasped and nodded, “Yes, sir…”
Every dip of himself into you felt divine. His cock pushing into your insides and slipping into your guts repeatedly was noisy and delicious.
Harry moaned, unable to hold back how good it felt to be inside of you.
You looked up at him and saw how gone he was. His soft raspberry lips were parted and his eyes were dark as he gasped and panted. His thrusts were becoming harder and sloppier and he was breathing hard. You wanted his come.
“Need it, Harry. Give it to me…” you whispered as you brought a hand up to his jaw and he kept his eyes on you. He was shaking with desire you could feel it.
“Fuck, honey…” he groaned and clenched his jaw. He wanted to make you come first but his own emotions were getting him keyed up and he was already leaking a steady stream of pre-come into your pussy with each stroke.
He stopped his motions and sucked in a sharp breath as he lowered a hand to your clit, “Need you to come first, okay? Then I’m gonna fill your pussy like you need, baby.”
With his thumb on your clit you cooed in ecstasy. You had no idea what you were saying as you felt electricity begin to thrum through your body, winding its way around your ribs and down your spine, and into your tummy where sparks began to turn to fire as he began thrusting into you again.
“Want you to fuck your come deep into my womb. Breed my pussy, sir…” You moaned your words unable to stop it.
Harry grunted and he popped his eyes open to look down at you in shock. He knew you were on birth control and knew it was highly improbable but still, your words had him reeling and feeding his breeding kink, something that had been dormant for many years. You tended to awaken old feelings he once relished in.
And he wasn’t sure if he actually want to get you knocked up but just hearing that fed into something deep and instinctual that had been pushed down. Something primal. You had unleashed a tsunami of emotions and now this?
He began to hammer into you and your legs fell from his shoulders as he fucked himself down into you so hard you saw stars and you gurgled as you came around him, unable to voice your dirty thoughts as your pussy pulsed and squeezed around him.
“Fuck!” Harry barked loudly when he felt you come and he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that you’d tapped into, “Gonna knock you up. Fuck you til your all bred and full with my cock and my babies. That what you want? Stuffed full of me in every fucking way?”
Harry throbbed as he finally poured into you, pushing his cock into you as deep as he could manage, balls tucked up against your bum as he whimpered with each tight roll of his hips upward. Imagining his come seeping into you and having it stick. Getting you pregnant. Making you his forever.
He collapsed over you and slid his tongue into your mouth as you brought your arms around his back to keep him close.
Pure hedonistic, rapturous oblivion.
Your heart pounded as he kissed you and you felt him trembling in your arms just as you were in his.
You longed to speak the words you knew you felt but it wasn’t right. You’d want him to say it first. Wanted him to admit it. Wanted him to want you.
But Harry was feeling it all heavy and deeply just the same. His own longing to show you exactly what he felt and that even though he’d play off those words he spoke as he came inside of you, he meant it in a way. He’d love to see you pregnant with his babies. Have you as his own for good. Tell you what he felt deep down.
You smiled into the kiss and Harry pushed himself up to look down at you.
“Just what I needed, Harry. Always know how to make me feel so so good.” You pushed your fingers into his hair and gazed into his pretty eyes and watched as his grin widened.
“Mmm… Ditto. Need you more than just once a week, baby. I did mean that you know.”
You bit your lip and closed your eyes to let that idea sink in a bit. Harry grunted as he moved and you suddenly felt a pinch at the back of your thigh and you laughed, opening your eyes.
“Did you hear me?”
You nodded, “Yes, sir. Three times a week is what you said. That sounds like as close to perfection as I could ask for.”
Harry nudged his nose to yours and let out a soft breath, “Just want more of you, baby.”
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Baby Honey (1)
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in which Y/N and Harry are best friends hopelessly in love with each other and everyone seems to know this except them...
[Warning- Angst, fluff, two idiots who can't take hint, pinning, mention of toxic relationship]
My wattpad \\ Ig part 1
It was surprisingly sunny for a late November morning and there was no way you wouldn't use that in your favor.
You loved cold weather cause you loved the warmth. The feeling of warm clothes shrugged around the body or snuggling in a warm blanket after taking a relaxing hot bath but summer will always be your favourite. The cute dresses you get to wear, the beach parties you and your friends throw and the yearly road trip you and Harry make.
You quickly got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. It was 9 in the morning which was pretty early for the weekend. You had so much to do though, every Saturday you film video for your youtube channel mostly with Harry and then edit them over Sunday so, you can post it by Monday.
It's your schedule and you were committed to it, never once have you missed it (except for that one time you got diarrhoea 2 years ago).
After taking a quick hot shower you wrapped a towel around yourself and got out of the shower. You wiped the bathroom mirror with your hand as the heat from the water fogged it up.
You started doing your skincare and lash routine. It was your sister's idea for you to get some lash extensions cause she wanted them and was scared that if they look bad (which was idiotic cause she looks good no matter what) she didn't want to be alone. They were small, looking just like your natural ones but better. they defined your eyes and you have been in love with them since.
Sliding open the closet door you take out the brown three-piece set which had pair of sweatpants, a zipped hoodie and a crop top which can almost pass as a sports bra. After putting on your clothes you do your 'filming makeup' which included lots of concealer (cause sleep schedule? what's that?), blush, mascara and lipgloss. It's rare you do heavy makeup for filming if you're in that mood then maybe but mostly it's simple.
You grabbed your camera and other filming equipment needed, not caring that much about searching if you can't find anything cause Harry had some of his own at his place which is far better than yours and mostly you end up using his anyway.
You created your youtube channel as a joke. You were 16 just walking around the mall with your sister and decided to record and share it on youtube. It didn't get that many likes but it was far more likes for a shitty vlog you made. So, you decided to make more and as time more people joined and now you had a hefty amount of subscribers.
You have a very expressive face and people seemed to like that. The funny and weird faces they get to see or the self-deprecating jokes seem to relate to people, especially teenagers.
Putting on your shoes you walked out of your room and head straight to the door. You had a small apartment 1. cause it was NYC everyone has a small apartment and 2. cause you lived alone. It could pass as a studio if not for the separate bedroom. But it was beautiful, cozy and homey. The large window cascaded the light showing off the beautiful view of the city, the tall buildings, and busy roads. It was everything you wanted.
You walked out of the door locking it behind you. Your first destination was Starbucks to get your coffee and then to Harry's. You didn't bother to make breakfast cause H had the bad habit of feeding everyone even if they were full and no one can say no to his pouty face.
You were scarily dependent on each other neither of you could imagine living without each other ever for a day. Even if one of them is busy they keep in contact with texting.
You walked out of your apartment building seeing Martha walking dogs (she was dog sitter for the people who live on the floor below you), you give her a little wave which she struggled to reciprocate as all 4 dogs yanked her in different directions.
You skipped your way to Starbucks which was not that far from your house. You sipped on your iced coffee texting Harry that you were on your way and asking if he wants something. After confirming that he really didn't want anything you decided to take some pictures for your Instagram.
You situated your phone on a windowsill of a bakery and clicked a few shots already getting judgy looks from people passing by in their expensive suits. Rolling your eyes you picked up your phone and started walking to your destiny. Making it your clear goal not ruining your mood at any cost.
*****
You knocked on the familiar brown door and leaned against the frame waiting for him to open. You heard shuffling on the other side and then the door flew open showing Harry with his wide frog smile.
You smiled back and he immediately jumped on you, hugging you so tightly for a second you thought you might pass out.
"I missed you so much" He mumbled against your neck. His confession and the tickling of his breath both made you laugh.
"You big baby it has just been three days and we talk daily," You told him and sighed, melting into the hug. Harry always gave the best hugs, he was so warm and big (that's what she said) like a giant teddy bear.
"I know, but I need my daily dose of Y/N" He broke the hug finally and stood in front of you pouting. You shook your head and moved past him inside his apartment. The lavender scent mixed with his filled your senses and you felt at ease immediately as if your mind had been aching for that.
You put your bag on the cupboard beside the door and plop down on the couch with Harry following you behind. You turned to look at him to find his eyes already on you, you raise your eyebrows in a questioning manner.
"What do you want to do today?"
*****
Both of you filmed through whole morning and afternoon and now it was almost four in the evening. As fun as it was to film with him, it is very difficult as both of you started laughing at random shit and sometimes at nothing.
You were sitting on the kitchen counter as Harry made noodles and meatballs your favourite. Flynn was sitting near your dangling feet looking up at you as you steal noodles out of the pan and feed him earning yourself a glare from Harry.
Your phone chimed beside you. You used your pinky to open it as your fingers were dirty and saw a text from your sister.
"Bella and Mathew want to hang out should I tell them to come here?" You asked Harry who was putting servings on the plate.
"I have enough food for four people" He shrugged without looking up. I hummed and answered the text back. I looked back up at Harry, he was looking good today not that he didn't any other day but the white shirt which was almost transparent did nothing to hide his muscles and tattoos. His back muscles flexed with every movement he made and you had to bite on her lower lip to not create any embarrassing noise.
It was a no-brainer to know that you had a crush on Harry. The first time you saw him at a friend's party and just as your eyes met his you knew you were in deep shit. But he had a girlfriend at that time and you had just gotten out of a toxic relationship so, you didn't make a move on your feelings and when they broke up, you and he were such good friends that it terrified you that you might lose him.
The knock on the door gets you out of your thoughts. Harry looks over his shoulder and you gave him a nod and move towards it. Opening the door you're greeted by your sister Arabella and her boyfriend Mathew. Mathew ruffled his hand through your hair making you whine and your sister laugh.
Mathew was older than your sister which meant he was a lot older than you so, your dynamic since start became a little sister and big brother-like. He was just as protective of you as of your sister, going to the pub is a nightmare with him and Harry as they just scare off anyone who tries to come near the table by their stare.
All of you moved inside, Bella crouching down to pet Flynn while Harry and Matt exchanged 'Hello's. Harry moved towards you and squeezed your shoulder as a thank you for getting the door.
Soon enough everyone was situated on the couch. Harry sat on the corner and pulled you beside him, your sister sat beside you and Matt on the floor near your sister's leg. Chattering filled the whole flat along with Netflix playing in the background. You dug into your food as soon as you got your plate, hungry from not eating the whole day.
*****
Everyone was tipsy when the dinner ended and somehow we had roped Harry into dancing to Nicki Minaj's song. You covered your mouth as an ugly snort left your mouth when he started twerking badly. Bella had tears in her eyes and Matt was recording everything.
The song came to end and Harry ploped down on the couch with his head in your lap and his feet in Bella's. You ran your fingers through his hair subconsciously as Bella looked at the video Matt recorded on his phone. Harry took your arm in both of his and cuddled closer to your waist.
A Swarm of butterflies erupted through your whole body as you saw the drunken smile on his sleepy face but you knew it was just because he was drunk. So, you crushed the butterflies and focused back on the TV but his eyes stayed on yours.
Bella went to the kitchen at one point and Matt passed out near the foot of the couch with his neck awkwardly bent which was definitely sore when he woke up.
You thought Harry had also fallen asleep but apparently not, cause just as you changed the song to a slower one to relax and probably get you sleepy he opened his eyes and stood up.
You looked at him with a half smile stunned by his sudden movement. Harry extended his hand towards you which you took and he pulled you up. You groaned in laziness not wanting to move after being comfortable and warm there but as his hand slid around your waist and he got a lot closer than he should be you forgot everything.
'Apocalypse' by Cigarettes After Sex echoed through the whole apartment. At that time there were just two people there, no Matt, no Bella, just you and Harry. Even if the world stopped at that point you wouldn't have cared cause his eyes were on yours, those beautiful emerald eyes you adored soo much.
You splayed your palm on his neck, your thumb running along his sharp jaw. His pink lips parted, his Adam's apple bobbing from time to time. Was he nervous just as you were? Was he feeling the same things as you were? Was his heart beating just as fast as yours? Were his lips just as dry as yours? God those lips.
Those lips my love apocalypse...
Your eyes flicked down at his lips making him do the same. It felt like the space in between got smaller than it was before cause suddenly his breath was tickling your face. You looked back up with pleading as if saying to just push his lips on yours not caring what will be the consequences cause honestly at that moment you didn't give a fuck.
But a puppy bark and loud laughing broke your moment and Harry pushed you off soo hard that you stumbled back a bit. Your face turned red in embarrassment and you ran past him as quickly as you could. You were far more sober than before and honestly what were you thinking? He was going to kiss you? Fucking idiot mind, idiot song and this idiot world.
You collected your things as fast as you could and walked back to where everyone was. Bella and Matt were hugging saying good night to Harry. Your sister faced you after and when she saw your face, she knew something had happened but didn't say anything.
"Do you want to stay the night or want us to drop you home? We ordered an uber, it's outside." She asked. From your peripheral vision, you saw Harry open his mouth to say something, you panicked and said before you could think. "I will go"
You turned towards Harry finally looking at him to find the same pout on his lips from the morning but this time it felt like it wasn't a mocking one. Your heart lurched feeling bad, but why would he be sad?
You gave him short hug and said Good night before almost sprinting out of his apartment. You had to stay away from him for your own mental health's sake.
Harry was your best friend and you didn't want to lose that.
*****
Part 2
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