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Thank you bestie 🥺 I love you so bad 😘😘

“Slip-Up”

best friend/roommate!harry x you

Word Count: 8.7k

Warnings: Sex not w/ Y/N (very brief - small mention of spanking during this), public sex act (exhibitionism - thigh riding), more spanking, face-riding, spitting, size kink (if you squint) and protected sex

Plot: It's your birthday, and you and Harry are meant to be going out with friends. However, when you arrive home from work, you discover Harry is otherwise... preoccupied. From that point on, tensions between you both rise, and you wonder if your friendship will ever be the same again.

(Once again, thank you to my bestie @finelinenina for letting me bounce ideas around for this one, and for helping me narrow down how the plot should read 🫶🏻)

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Today of all days, it seemed like it took the clock forever to hit seven o’clock. You knew why. You knew it was because you were excited to go out with all of your friends for your 27th birthday. As soon as your shift at the hospital was over, you quickly clocked out, and practically raced to your car so you could head home.

Your music was blaring as you drove down the interstate - singing to all your favorite songs to get you in the mood for tonight’s festivities. Harry had promised you that he was going to make tonight special, having it be your first birthday since the two of you decided to rent a flat together.

Renting together just made sense. You were best friends who both had leases ending at the same time, and both of your roommates were going to be moving in with their significant others. Your ex-roommate, but still friend, Corrine, was actually the one who had suggested it to you. When you brought it up to Harry, he said he was thinking of asking you too, but he didn’t know if it would make you feel uncomfortable.

You and Harry had been friends for the last seven years now. You were introduced by mutual friends at a frat party, and the rest was history from there. You were both extremely lucky to keep the same group of friends after graduating from university, so it was like you all continued to grow up together.

You weren’t sure what Harry meant when he said he was going to make this particular birthday special, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much.

Truth was, you’ve had a crush on Harry since before the two of you moved in together. The realization came to you while the two of you were singing karaoke together almost four years ago now, but you’ve never breathed a word of it to anyone - not even Corrine.

Deep down, you were hoping that he realized he felt the same way about you, and that tonight he planned on confessing his undying love. Again, you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

You pulled into the parking lot of your complex, still humming along joyfully to the last song that had been playing in your car as you walked up your stairs. Slipping the key into the lock, you started inside, and you braced yourself for what could be waiting for you.

As you looked up from your feet, you felt your smile fall as the flat was just as you left it. There were no balloons, no decorations, and it was completely silent.

Trying not to jump to conclusions, you hung your purse up on the hook on the wall, and you started through your living room to head down the hallway. It was then that you heard labored breathing as you approached Harry’s door - which you soon realized was cracked.

You peered inside, curiosity getting the best of you, and your lips parted as you saw blonde hair trickling down the back of a petite figure. She was naked, that much you could tell, with Harry’s sheets pooled around her waist. Her hips were rocking back and forth as her small moans filled his room.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Keep moving those hips,” you heard Harry’s silky voice, and soon you saw his large hands pressing against her back - his rings still on and indenting her skin. “Doing so good for me.”

Almost gasping out loud, you quickly clamped your hand against your mouth so as not to blow your cover. The last thing you needed was Harry seeing you standing there, but you weren’t able to walk away.

“Harry,” the girl whined above him, and you watched as one of Harry’s hands now disappeared underneath the sheets. It was then a high-pitched squeak left her as you heard a crack of skin against skin.

He had spanked her.

“Does it feel good for you too? Squeezing all over me, hm? Such a sweet girl you are.”

You pressed your thighs together at the sultry tone he was laying on, pretty thick you might add, and your eyes widened as Harry suddenly flipped them over. The sheets didn’t cover his hips like they did for the woman, and you were soon met with his bare ass right in your line of vision.

From there, you could see the muscles in his back flexing as he pounded the woman into the mattress before you heard him speak again. “God, just look at you. You’re taking me so well, darling. Looking all dreamy getting fucked by my cock.”

That’s what did you in, and you raced into your room, but you made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. You stared at the wooden surface for a moment before walking backwards until you hit the chair in front of your vanity.

Plopping down onto the furniture, your hands fell into your lap, and you stared blankly at the wall.

It wasn’t the fact that Harry was having sex with someone that bothered you. You both had an agreement that it was okay to bring people over whenever you wanted, but today was your birthday.

He had the last couple hours after he got off of work, knowing you would still be at work, but he chose now? He knew you’d be home right past seven. You had been looking forward to getting ready with him for your night out. The plan was to pregame with a cocktail or two, as well as indulging in some junk food to make sure your stomachs were properly coated for tonight’s adventure.

But now…now you weren’t even sure if he still planned on coming.

Deciding not to dwell too much on it, you turned to face your mirror as you grabbed your AirPods off the vanity’s surface - slipping them into your ears. You took your phone out of your pocket, and you selected the birthday playlist you had curated as you started in on your makeup.

Once your hair and makeup were done, and you were properly dressed in the outfit you chose specifically for tonight, you exited your bedroom. It had taken you a little over an hour to get ready, and you glanced down the hall - seeing that Harry’s door was now shut. However, the faint sound from his TV still managed to bleed through the hallway, and you frowned.

It was then you knew he must’ve forgotten, and that he wouldn’t be joining you tonight.

It dawned on you that maybe you expected too much from him. That maybe you held him at a higher regard all because of those feelings you shoved deep down inside.

You weren’t sure if the girl was still there, and you didn’t want to be a buzzkill by knocking on the door to remind him of the plans you’ve had set in place for almost two months now, so you decided to leave it alone. Rolling your shoulders back, you held your head up high as you grabbed your purse from beside the door, and you slipped out of your flat.

You weren’t going to let him ruin your night.

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Your giggles bounced off the walls of the hallway leading to your flat as the man you let take you home, Parker, pressed you against your door. His lips attacked your neck with his hands squeezing your hips, and you gasped as his teeth nipped as your shoulder.

“You’re going to have to let me open the door at some point,” you breathed, and were finally able to peel him off of you enough to turn around.

It wasn’t too late, just a little past midnight, but truthfully you were tired from your shift at the hospital earlier. At this point, you just wanted to get each other off, and then go to sleep.

Slipping your key into the lock, you turned it and then opened the door - the two of you stumbling inside as his arms were right back around your waist. You looked up, lips parting in surprise as you saw Harry seated on the couch with a beer bottle raised to his mouth.

Parker hadn’t seen him yet as his face was buried in your neck, and you cleared your throat as you raised one of your hands to reach back and tangle into his hair. “Parker.”

He hummed against your skin before lifting his head, and he froze completely once he laid eyes on Harry.

“Shit, you have a roommate?”

You swallowed harshly at his words. You hadn’t brought up living with Harry once tonight, and that was something you usually let your hook-ups know off the bat. You always wanted to make sure they were comfortable coming back with you knowing that you had a roommate.

“Sorry, I think it just slipped my mind to mention it tonight,” you didn’t mean for your words to come out as bitter as they did with your eyes still on Harry. You left them there for a moment before looking back to Parker over your shoulder. “Is that okay? We’ll go to my room.”

Parker sighed as he unraveled himself from you, and he shook his head as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I kinda have this thing about hooking up with people knowing their roommate is home.”

You knew you couldn’t be angry. It was your fault that you had failed to inform him that you didn’t live alone.

“No, that’s okay,” you nod. “I understand. I can call you an Uber?”

“That won’t be necessary, honey. I can take care of it,” Parker walked forward and placed a hand on your hip before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Happy birthday again, Y/N.”

You lowered your head to stare at your feet as Parker walked past you, and out of the apartment. The only sound for a while being the TV that had been playing, but you slowly looked over to see Harry staring at you from the couch.

“Y/N,” he said, and you could see it registered all over his face.

Parker telling you happy birthday one last time had made him realize that he forgot.

“I’m going to bed,” you said quickly as you walked through the living room and towards the hallway.

“No, please,” Harry set his beer down before pushing himself off the couch to follow you. “I need to make this right before you go to sleep.”

“What’s there to make right?” You laughed softly as you stepped into your bedroom, beginning to dig through your dresser to grab a pair of underwear and a big t-shirt to sleep in for the night.

“Come on. Don’t act like it doesn’t matter because it does. I…I forgot your birthday.”

Hearing him actually say it felt like a punch to the gut, and you paused your movements for a moment as it registered before you shook your head. “It really doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t…” Harry trailed off, following you as you moved across the room to remove your jewelry at your vanity. “It does matter! I had this day planned for you for months, and all of a sudden it slipped my mind. I don’t know how-”

“You didn’t even text me tonight to figure out where I was,” you told him.

“Because it’s Wednesday. You always work until three in the morning on Wednesday night into Thursday morning.”

A bitter laugh left you at that, and you glanced over at Harry again. “It’s Thursday, Harry. Well, technically Friday now, but…”

Harry moved to sit on the edge of your bed as his eyes slipped shut - running his face over his hands. “Oh my fucking god.”

“I got home a little after seven, and I was expecting to start pregaming with you, but you were…a little tied up.”

You hated mentioning what you came home to, but you figured it was better for you to let him know you were aware of what happened instead of him asking you himself.

Harry dropped his hands quickly, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“You were here when…”

“Yep,” you popped the “p” as you spoke. “I’ll make sure to be quiet in the bathroom so I don’t wake her up.”

You had expected for her to be asleep in Harry’s bed. Harry was a night owl, so it wasn’t a surprise that he was up this late.

“She’s not here anymore. She left pretty soon after.”

Now you could’ve kicked yourself. If you had just knocked on his door like you wanted to before you left, you would’ve known that she was gone, and Harry would’ve been with you tonight. This whole thing could’ve been avoided.

“Yeah, well, at least one of us got some on my birthday,” you spat.

You were still angry at him for mixing up the days, but now you were mad at yourself for not just growing a pair and checking in with him earlier.

“Hey,” Harry said sternly, and you saw him get off your bed out of the corner of your eye. “I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t take away the fact that I saw you fucking someone today!”

“You watched us?” Harry’s eyebrows narrowed, and you weren��t sure if you had ever seen him look like this. “What the hell, Y/N?”

“It’s not like it was on purpose! Don’t you dare try to make that into something it’s not,” you pointed your finger at him. “Your door was cracked, and I could hear breathing because it was so quiet in here. I was honestly worried at first, but then I saw the two of you all over each other.”

“How long did you watch us?”

Now you could’ve easily lied. You could’ve told him that you immediately looked away the second you realized what you were witnessing, and that you went straight into your room.

But the many shots you had consumed tonight started to do the talking, and you tilted your head to the side. “Long enough to hear just how sweet and dreamy she was for you.”

Harry took a step forward, and you took one backwards - the back of your thighs clashing against your vanity. “You completely invaded my privacy today, and I don’t appreciate that. At. All.”

“Your door was cracked,” you reiterated, snapping back at him through clenched teeth. “Not my fault you got your days mixed up.”

You could see that Harry ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek before he took a step back. “You crossed a line.”

“You forgot my birthday.”

Shaking his head, he walked towards your door, and turned around to look at you over his shoulder. “Probably had a better time with her anyway than I would’ve had tonight with you.”

Your face fell as you registered his words, and tears instantly flooded your waterline. It wasn’t until Harry slammed his bedroom door shut that you closed your eyes tight - biting down on the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from making any noise.

You gave yourself a few minutes to calm down before gathering your pajamas with shaking hands, and you walked into the bathroom - eager to take a shower to wash away the worst birthday of your entire life.

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For the next two weeks, you had managed to properly avoid Harry, but he was also trying to avoid you as well. You both would listen to make sure the other had come back into their room before exiting your own, and if you were going out with friends, you made sure the other wouldn’t be going as well.

That’s why tonight, as you walked into the bar you and your friends usually frequent on Friday nights, you stopped in your tracks when you saw Harry over by one of the pool tables. He was talking with Corrine’s boyfriend, Shahid, and you swallowed harshly at the fact this was the first time you were laying eyes on him in two weeks.

You were a little bummed, to be honest. Tonight, you had dressed with the intention of maybe trying to find someone to bring home - your outfit being one that involved one of your shortest skirts. There was a lot of pent up frustration that you needed to release due to your current situation with Harry, and you hoped a good one night stand could help you out with that.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called, and you looked over to see Corrine walking away from the bar with a beer in each of her hands.

“Corrine,” you said back as you approached her, shaking your head. “What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me that Harry was going to be here.”

You had opened up to Corrine about what happened earlier in the week, and you even maybe talked a little too much after your third glass of wine - spilling your true feelings for Harry to her.

“Look, I know it’s probably really shitty of us, but Shahid and I both know how terribly you and Harry feel about what happened - even though you guys aren’t willing to admit that to each other yet. We figured maybe having other people around for the first time since the fight may help ease the tension a little bit,” she shrugged as you started heading over to the pool tables, and you sucked in a deep breath.

“I really don’t know if this is the best plan,” you told her, but continued to follow.

Once you got to where all of your friends were, you made it a point to stand as far away from Harry as possible as you greeted some of them - painting on a smile to mask your uneasiness. You didn’t want Harry to know that what happened affected you in such a way. You wanted him to think that you were fine with just ignoring him.

Eventually you were dragged by a friend back over to the bar to grab yourself a drink and a shot, and as you trailed behind them, you could feel Harry’s eyes on you as you walked.

As angry as you still were about the whole situation, you still missed Harry’s company. He was your best friend, and everything felt off having gone without speaking to him for so long. But your feelings were still very hurt, especially by the last thing he had said to you that night. You weren’t sure how you were going to move on from those words.

You quickly downed your shot, and then grabbed your beer off the bar. When walking back over to your other friends again, you heard unfamiliar giggles, and when you rounded the corner, you saw a blonde sitting on the edge of the pool table - Harry leaning down with his hands on either side of her hips as they talked.

Once you got closer, you recognized her as the girl that he had in his bedroom on your birthday, and you’re not sure why that caused such sadness to fester inside your chest.

You looked away as fast as possible, and you peered over to Corrine who gave you a sympathetic smile. “If it helps, he didn’t invite whoever that is. She recognized him from across the bar and came over.”

“That’s her,” you sighed, taking a sip from your beer as you leaned against the wall.

Corrine’s eyes widened as she looked at the girl and then back to you. “Wait like…her her?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed with a nod as you pulled your pint glass away from your mouth.

Looking past Corrine, you saw your friend, Elliott. You knew he smoked, and even though you didn’t all that often, you were in desperate need of a cigarette at this very moment.

“Hey, El,” you said to grab his attention before downing the rest of your beer so that you could properly walk over to him. “Do you think I could bum a cig off you? I’ll buy you a shot.”

Elliott was closer to Harry than you had been originally standing before, and you noticed that he had paused his conversation with the girl upon hearing your voice - head tilting slightly towards you as he looked at you out of the corner of his eye

“Yeah, here,” Elliott dug into his pocket to retrieve his pack, sliding a stick out to pass to you. “But don’t worry about buying me a shot. It’s a fresh pack - no big deal.”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you took it from him, and he handed you his lighter as well. You walked back over to Corrine before gesturing your head towards one of the exits. “I’m just going to step into the alley for a moment for a smoke. I’ll be right back.”

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Corrine asked with knitted brows, but you shook your head.

“I’m alright. Just need to clear my head for a moment.”

As you turned around to make your way towards your destination, you made eye contact with Harry for the first time in two fucking weeks. It stole the breath from your lungs when you saw such a mix of emotions swirling in his moss colored eyes, and you quickly looked away.

Making sure you had your phone on you, you made your way towards the exit, and you slipped outside. The air was a bit cooler outside, but not too cool to have you freezing. The bar was warm inside due to all the people, so it was a bit refreshing to feel the breeze. You pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself as you leaned up against the brick wall of the alleyway - glancing up at the stars for a moment.

Sticking the much needed cigarette between your lips, you cupped the end of the stick to make sure you were covering the flame as you lit it up, and you sucked in a long drag immediately - tucking Elliott’s lighter into your back pocket.

It was only a minute or two later that you heard the alley door slam, and you looked over to see Harry. He was facing the other direction at first. His back was to you as he ran a hand through his curls - the other loosely on his hip.

“Fuck,” you heard him sigh, shaking his head as he turned around and started back towards the door, but then stopped once he set his sights on you.

You watched as his eyes trailed all the way up from your boots, over your outfit and up to your face before his lips parted.

“Hi,” he breathed as you took another long drag from your cigarette, but you still kept your eyes on him.

“Hi,” you replied, exhaling the smoke from your lungs as you did so.

The air felt tight around the two of you, and you looked down to flick some ash onto the ground as he spoke again.

“I-I haven’t seen you,” he stammered.

You pursed your lips to the side at his statement before shrugging. “Didn’t think you wanted to, and to be honest, I didn’t really want to see you. Not…not after what you said.”

Your eyes flickered back over to Harry, and his expression was one of regret. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about what I said. I just…I didn’t know how to approach it.”

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, shaking your head as you licked over your bottom lip. “I know you have a better time with her than you do with me. So you best be getting back before I ruin your night. I can just stay at Corrine and Shahid’s after this - that way you’ll have the place to yourself with her.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Harry sighed as he shoved his hands into his front pockets - making no movement to head back inside. “Don’t be like that.”

“What?” You asked, eyebrows narrowing. “I’m just repeating your own words.”

“I know I don’t deserve it, but will you please let me explain?”

You stayed silent as you took another drag from your cigarette, but you gave him a nod.

“That night, I took out the emotions I felt towards myself out on you. And I feel horrible about that,” Harry started, and you weren’t sure if you had ever seen him look so nervous. “I was angry and upset with myself that I had forgotten your birthday like that, and to be honest, I was a little embarrassed at the fact that you saw me like…that. I know all of that isn’t an excuse for what I said, but I need you to know that I wish I could take it back. It’s not how I feel at all - not in the slightest.”

Letting his words process, you looked back up at the sky as you did so. You could see where he was coming from, you also would’ve felt all those things that night if the situation had been reversed, but you still don’t know if you could ever say what he had. Even just thinking about what he said, and how he said it, caused your heart to ache.

“I guess I should apologize too,” you said after a moment, looking back over at Harry. “I shouldn’t have stayed outside of your bedroom so long once I realized what was happening, and I really shouldn’t have used the way you were talking to her against you. That wasn’t my place, no matter how upset I was about you forgetting my birthday.”

After a moment or two, Harry’s hands left his pockets as he stepped closer to you - just as you dropped your cigarette down onto the ground to snuff it out with the toe of your boot.

“I’ve been beating myself up so much over the whole thing,” Harry swallowed harshly as he held your eyes. “I keep thinking of ways that I could make it up to you, but nothing I think of seems right - it all feels too minimal.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him in some way. “It’s over, and in the past. We can just put it behind us.”

“No,” Harry shook his head. “I haven’t been able to stop worrying about it, Y/N. I had so much planned for you that day, for us. And I fucked it all up just to get a mediocre lay.”

Your eyebrows raised at his words, and you could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t mean for them to slip - blush now trailing over his cheeks. “Mediocre? Didn’t…it didn’t sound like it was mediocre.”

“Why do you think I took over?” Harry said, feeling a bit awkward about having this conversation, but he knew it was too late to try to backtrack now. “She couldn’t ride me for shit. I was hoping by saying all that stuff it would encourage her, but if anything, it just made it worse.”

You couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, and you lifted your hand to press your fingertips lightly against your lips as you continued to giggle. Harry’s eyes lit up at the sound of your laughter, and it was then he realized just how much he had missed hearing it. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle with you, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh,” you said, trying to get yourself to calm down. “That’s just not how it appeared to me at all.”

Now that the tension seemed to completely ease, Harry closed almost all space between the two of you as he turned to face your side - leaning his shoulder against the brick wall that you had your back against. “Well, between you and me, if I’m feeling it, my mouth is a lot more filthy than that.”

Swallowing down a gasp at his confession, his words went straight to your clit that momentarily throbbed now that you knew this information. If that was him not even being as filthy as he could be, you couldn’t even imagine how he would talk if he were fully into it.

“Y-Yeah?” You stammered, clearing your throat after.

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed as he tugged his plump bottom lip through his teeth, and you watched as his eyes trailed over you once more. “Can I ask you a question, Y/N?”

Suddenly at a loss for words, your nod in compliance was almost immediate given the way the tone of Harry’s voice had changed.

“I want to preface this by saying you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to. I also could be reading your body language completely wrong right now, and I may have misjudged the past situation entirely,” Harry reached out, fingertips lightly brushing against the side of your neck. “But did you stick around that evening because you liked what you heard?”

Goosebumps hadn’t coated your skin from the breeze tonight, but they sure appeared due to Harry’s touch. He rendered you completely speechless, and you knew now that you had hesitated too long for you to lie and deny it, so you figured now was as good of a time as any to let the truth come out.

“Yes,” you whispered as Harry lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You watched as he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before speaking again. “Tell me more.”

Your eyes darted back and forth between the two of his, and for a split second you wondered if this was some sort of trap, for him to speak negatively to you again, but you knew him - you knew what happened the night of your birthday was a fluke. That wasn’t your typical Harry.

“When I came home, I was hoping that you would’ve had everything ready to celebrate,” you decided just to start from the beginning - when you realized your feelings had been hurt. “And then, I peeked into your bedroom, and I saw the two of you. And I-”

You cut yourself off with a gasp as Harry had now run his hand back down to wrap around the front of your throat - not applying any pressure, but having his palm rest against it.

“And that’s what I had hoped would’ve happened to us when we got home that night,” you confessed as you pushed through the need to cower away from expressing your true feelings. “I just wanted you to feel the same way I had felt - to want the same things I wanted.”

A look of realization glazed over Harry’s eyes, and then it all clicked for him. The two of you were crushing on each other, and he didn’t know how long you had been crushing on him, but if he was being completely honest, his crush started the night he met you. He had never met someone as fun and bubbly as you. He found you absolutely stunning, but he just never thought you would reciprocate.

“Oh, Y/N,” Harry clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, and at first you thought he was going to reprimand you - to tell you that you were out of your mind for thinking anything could ever happen between the two of you. “If you only knew the things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”

You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a moan, feeling downright pathetic for coming completely undone at just his words, and his hand on your body.

“Can I show you one of them right now, hm?” Harry tilted his head to the side. “I can see you pressing your thighs together, darling.”

Looking down, you saw that he was right. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it, but Harry tightening the grip on your throat had you snapping your eyes back up to him in an instant. You nodded helplessly, and Harry felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the doe-eyed look on your face.

“I need your words. I’m not touching you in any other way until I hear your words.”

“Yes,” you gasped, and he used your consent to apply pressure to your pulse points with his thumb and middle finger. “Please, show me, Harry.”

Dropping his hand from your neck, he pushed himself off the wall to stand completely in front of you now. You held eye contact as his hands reached out to grab at your hips, and he slotted one of his toned thighs right between yours. With one single movement, he now had your core pressed against his jean covered muscle, and you sucked in a deep breath at the sensation.

“This alright, baby? Are you going to let me show you? You’re going to help me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you lifted your hands to rest on his shoulders, and you clenched down around nothing at the delicious pressure that was so delicately being applied to your clit. “I want to help you.”

You didn’t even care about who could potentially walk by and see you. All you could think about was him. To be honest, the fear of the two of you getting caught in the act just made you even more hungry for it.

Now smirking, Harry slowly began to rock your hips back and forth so your cunt was grinding against his thigh through both your sheer stockings, and your underwear. You moaned, and you tilted your head back as your eyes slipped shut.

“Ah,” Harry reprimanded, bringing a hand down to pinch one of the rounds of your ass underneath your skirt quickly. “If we’re going to do this, you keep your eyes on me, you understand?”

Your eyes shot open at the sensation of the pads of his digits clamping down around your skin, and with his ultimatum lingering, you nodded once more. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

That had you whimpering as you bit down on your lower lip, and Harry didn’t waste anymore time in getting you to rock against his thigh again. Your fingertips dug into the material of the t-shirt he had on, but you soon found yourself clutching to it - wringing it in the palm of your hands.

“Feel good, Y/N?”

“So good,” you squeaked out, and Harry moved one of his hands down to your thigh before lifting your leg - hitching your knee against one of his hips. The change in angle had you grinding down right on your clit. It was everything you could do to keep your eyes open from how overwhelming it felt.

“Wet little cunt just grinding right against me, hm?” Harry lifted your skirt just the slightest bit so he could quickly take a peek down at where you connected before holding your eyes again. “And to think, this is just the beginning. Can’t wait to ravish you.”

You were more than thankful that he was assisting you in your movements because your legs soon started to tremble, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you hit your peak.

You, unfortunately, hadn’t been able to have an orgasm since your fight with Harry. It didn’t matter how hard you tried, your mind wouldn’t let you succumb to the pleasure you felt while using one of your toys. The anger between the two of you was at the forefront of your thoughts.

“Harry,” you breathed - earning you a hum in response. “Kiss me, please.”

Harry’s eyes traveled down to your lips at your request, and you tilted your chin up as he leaned in so you could meet his mouth, but he pulled away. Your eyebrows narrowed, but you watched as a shiteating grin pulled at the corner of his lips.

As he leaned in again, you thought he’d comply this time, but he repeated the same actions as before.

Just as you were letting out a whine in protest, his mouth found yours and your tongues were immediately tangling with each other’s. Regardless of the fact that you were currently riding his thigh, the kiss is what presented the true hunger, and pent up sexual frustration, between the two of you.

His mouth tasted of tequila, and you knew yours tasted the same considering the shot you had not too long ago. You knew he drank his tequila neat - which for some reason turned you on way more than you liked to admit.

As you felt the jumping in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs around his own, you knew that you were close to your orgasm. “Harry,” you separated from the kiss as you rested your forehead against his. “I’m about to come.”

“I can tell, darling, your perfect thighs are just shaking around me,” he teased briefly, but only enough to have your swollen clit pulsating even more, not enough to make you feel embarrassed. “C’mon, Y/N. Let me see you when you come - look me in my eyes.”

With your forehead still pressed against his, moss-colored eyes boring into your own, you mewled as your climax washed over you. You could feel your cunt so desperately wanting to cling to something as you came, but you couldn’t even dwell on it. Coming just from the little bit of grinding he had coaxed you through was enough.

“That’s it,” Harry nodded, and now he was fully taking over so he could have you still rutting against him since you were practically dead weight at this point. “Fuck, I’ve dreamt of what you would look like coming for me for so long. It was even more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.”

His words caused a fluttering in your stomach as he slowed his movements, and your chest heaved up and down as you collapsed against his - attempting to catch your stolen breath.

“Oh my god,” you panted, licking over your bottom lip. “That was good - so good.”

Tilting your head up as you pressed your cheek against his chest, Harry leaned down to capture your mouth in a sensual kiss. You could feel one of his hands trailing up from your hip to cup your cheek, and the pad of his thumb brushed over your temple as your lips moved in synchrony.

A small smacking bounced off the brick walls surrounding the two of you as pulled away, but not far enough to where Harry couldn’t bump the tip of his nose against yours.

“You wanna get out of here? Let me take you home, and show you all the other things I’ve wanted to do?”

You nodded, as you blinked your eyes open, pulling back just a little more so you could properly look at him. “Take me home, Harry. I need you to fuck me.”

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Once Harry unlocked the door to your flat and got you inside, articles of clothing were discarded as your lips clung to each other - the two of you making your way into your room. You had told me on the ride home that you wanted to do it in your room, and he didn’t question you. You knew that he was probably aware that it was because of what you had witnessed previously.

Eventually you’d be able to be comfortable in there, but not tonight. You didn’t want anything distracting you from the big task at hand.

Before you knew it, your back was meeting your mattress in just your bra and underwear, and Harry was hovering over you in just his briefs. His eyes traced over you as both of your chests heaved - trying to catch your breath from how worked up you had gotten.

“God, you’re perfect,” Harry shook his head, raising one of his hands to palm your breast through the cup holding it. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his compliments, and you reached up to cradle his face in your hands.

Pulling his lips down to meet yours once again, you moved them together fluidly as he reached around to undo the clasp of your bra. You kept your mouths preoccupied as he pulled the garment away from your body - tossing it onto the floor beside your bed.

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Harry smiled against you, and you pulled back enough to run your fingertips over his lips.

“I do,” you nodded, smiling up at him. “But I also really like your lips - like the way they feel on mine.”

“Yeah? My mouth might feel good against some other places on your body too.”

“You think so?” The back and forth banter between the two of you made this feel so easy. You didn’t feel any pressure in the slightest.

“I know so, but if you want to see for yourself…”

Harry trailed off, and in the blink of an eye he had the two of you flipped so that you were now straddling his torso. You yelped - planting your hands down against his defined pecs as you stabilized yourself.

“How about you take those panties off, and you come up here? Take a seat on my face,” Harry brought a hand down to snap against your ass, and you couldn’t help but moan at the tingling left in its wake.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at just his words, and you didn’t waste any time in ridding yourself of your underwear - just as he asked.

Licking over your lower lip, you crawled your way up his body slowly, and you paused while he gave attention to each of your nipples as your breasts hung in his face. He kitten licked each one for a few seconds before suctioning his lips around one of them. The pleasure was already so overwhelming, and he had hardly touched you.

You let him have a few more seconds of tending to your tits, and then you made your way all the way up - your core hovering over his face.

“Fuck,” Harry whispered as he lifted his hands for a moment, and you felt him moving your legs slightly further apart. “Look at that.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, causing your hips to stutter as you whimpered. You reached out to clutch onto the headboard while he then used both of his thumbs to spread your folds.

“You’re already dripping, Y/N,” his voice smoothed over your entire body. You were completely enraptured by him. “I bet if I talked to you a little longer, and played with your clit, that you’d be dripping all over me without me even having to put my mouth on you.”

“As much as I love hearing your filth,” you breathed, moving your other hand down to grip at his curls. “I can think of a better use for your lips and tongue at the moment.”

Harry quickly moved his hands out of the way to cup around and over the back of your thighs - his fingertips indenting the plush skin as you sat down fully on his mouth. You gasped as he immediately got to work, lapping over your weeping cunt over and over until he sealed his lips around your swollen clit.

After getting used to the feeling of him working against you, you began to rock your hips just slightly. You tightened your fingers in his hair as your head tilted back to the ceiling with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

He knew what he was doing, that much was true. You always got off quickly most of the time when it came to getting head, but it had never felt this good before. You knew that you’d be coming undone in no time, and that caused a swirling in your stomach as you realized that meant his cock would follow soon after.

“Harry,” you whined as his hands moved to grope at your ass, shoving you further up his face so the tip of his nose pressed against your clit - diving his tongue into your dripping entrance. “Holy fuck.”

Peering down, you saw that he was staring straight up at you which caused your lips to part in surprise. Emerald irises glistened as he spanked the other side of your ass that he neglected earlier, and that caused you to hunch over and rut your pussy harder against his face.

You could feel the band tightening in your lower abdomen, but you were eager to try another angle. Releasing the headboard, but still keeping your fingers tangled in his curls, you leaned your body back to rest your hand on his torso - right over his butterfly tattoo.

“Oh, yes,” you moaned, and the way you were now grinding had your clit hitting just right against his nose while his tongue pulsed in and out of you. “I’m right there.”

With just a few more rolls of your hips, your climax washed over you, and your body trembled as you tried to use all your strength to keep yourself from collapsing. Harry’s mouth was drenched in your orgasm, and he slipped his eyes shut as he tried to figure out if he would ever taste anything more sweet than you in his life.

Once you came to, you were quick to roll off, and onto your back beside him while closing your eyes. You ran a hand through the side of your hair as your other hand rested on your stomach - your legs still twitching while you continued to come down.

“Jesus, Y/N,” you heard Harry gasp, and you opened your eyes to look at him as he turned onto his side. He extended his hand out to run his fingertips over the swells of your breasts while he gave you time to recuperate a bit. “Don’t think I’m going to be able to get enough of that. You’ve got me addicted already.”

You giggled softly as you cupped his chin in your palm - brushing the pad of your thumb over his cheek. “We can do that again whenever you want. Head gets me off pretty fast, but that’s definitely the quickest I’ve ever come before. Your mouth is insane.”

“Told you,” he winked as he now hovered back over you once more. “Do you have condoms in here? I can run and get one from my room, if I need to.”

“Top drawer,” you pointed lazily to your nightstand, and as he reached over to retrieve the foil packet, you began to pull his briefs down his toned thighs.

Once his cock sprang to life, hitting against his lower stomach, you couldn’t help but make an audible noise as to how big he was - not to mention pretty. You wasted no time in wrapping one hand around him as you still worked his briefs off with the other, and you swiped your thumb over his damp tip. He was already slick with precome, and if you weren’t so eager to have him inside you, you would offer to suck him off.

“Like what you see?” Harry was now over you fully again, and you looked up to him while biting on your lower lip. You nodded as you ran your hand up and down his length.

“Should’ve known you’d be huge,” you commented. “Never seen a cock that I’d label as pretty, but here we are.”

Harry chuckled as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, and that caused a fresh wave of arousal to drip down the inside of your thighs. “I think you’ll like it even more once it’s pounding into you, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” you teased, running the tip of your tongue along the inside of your cheek. “How about you give me your worst, and we’ll find out?”

You watched as Harry’s pupils dilated, and he moved with haste to roll the rubber down his shaft - swatting your hand away. “I hope you know what you’re getting into, baby.”

“Asked you to fuck me, didn’t I? So fuck me, Harry.”

Without a second to spare, Harry guided himself into you, and he was immediately pressing in to the hilt. You groaned as you pressed your knees against him, almost up to his ribcage while you dragged your nails against his back.

“Shit,” it came out as a whimper while you looked back into Harry’s eyes, his hands gripping to your hips. “It’s tight.”

“So fucking tight, baby,” Harry echoed through gritted teeth. “Knew you would be, but you’ve got the most snug little cunt I’ve ever had. Doesn’t surprise me that you fit me so perfectly though. We’ve just been wasting time, haven’t we?”

You nodded deliriously at his words, shuddering at the combination of them and the feeling of him finally inside of you. “Doesn’t matter now. Tell me…tell me you’re mine.”

Something you’ve never seen before flashed across Harry’s eyes, and he moved one large hand from your hip to almost completely cradle one side of your face. “I’m yours, Y/N. I have been without you knowing for so long. Are you mine?”

“Yes,” you dug your nails in further as you clenched down around his length. “Yours - all yours.”

Leaning down, Harry captured you in a passionate kiss before drawing his hips back. This time he entered you at a slower rate, but once he was fully in, he jolted his hips up once more. This caused your back to arch, lips detaching as you sucked in a deep breath.

“Taking me so well, darling,” Harry crooned before you felt a hand dip between the two of you.

His long fingers separated your slit so he could get a better view of how he disappeared inside of you as he started up a heavy pace. Gathering his saliva behind his teeth, he spat down against where the two of you met, and he watched as it spread over both your parts while he continued his rhythm.

Harry then looked up to watch your tits bounce with each thrust, and he shook his head. “How is it? Talk to me.”

“Thought you were the talker,” you jousted, sending him a playful smile. “But to answer your question, you’re hitting it…every spot. You’re so good, Harry.”

“You too. You’re so good, baby. Your pussy knows just what to do with what I’m giving it.”

You moved your hands from his back to rest along the top of his ribcage. “H-Harder.”

“Harder?” Harry twitched a brow up at your request.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

Biting down on his bottom lip, Harry pushed onto his knees and angled your hips up higher - causing your hands to fall to the creases of his elbows as his thrusts went deeper, and more rough.

“Yes,” you moved your hips to meet his movements. “Oh…oh, I’m-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt your third orgasm of the night take over, and every noise you could ever fathom got stuck in your throat.

“Oh, that’s it,” the corner of Harry’s lips curled as he felt you pulling him in further, but also trying to push him out. “Creaming all over me, Y/N. Just like that. Such a good girl.”

White covered your vision, but you could still hear and feel him, and without warning, Harry began to empty into the condom. His forehead was pressed firmly against yours, and with all the strength you had left, you tilted your chin up to give him a gentle kiss.

Clutching to each other, Harry eventually turned the two of you onto your sides while your fingertips danced all over each other’s skin.

“That…that was everything,” you spoke up first.

Harry smiled at you, and you returned it full force. “It was. But you’re everything.”

His words had you melting, and you curled further into him. “Please just reassure me that if things change now, it’ll be for the better.”

A moment of silence passed as you nuzzled your face into Harry’s neck - embarrassed at your insecurity.

“Y/N, baby,” you heard Harry’s voice, but you didn’t dare to look up. “I wasn’t just saying I was yours in the heat of the moment. I am entirely yours.”

You let it all sink in before you peered up to him again. “And I’m yours.”

With him still sheathed inside, a bit foolish you might add with the condom leaking, but neither of you cared - your mouths met in the most important kiss of the night. It was then you knew that giving yourselves over to each was the best decision you both had ever made.

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heartateasee · 6 hours

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this was just an odd read at times first of all how about we stick to the important topic of your best friend forgetting your birthday and not bring up the fact you stood and watched him have sex😭 also “if i went and checked in on him all this could’ve been avoided” he still forgot your birthday???? having to remind him doesn’t make it any better lmao

Well, to be fair, Harry brought up the topic of him having sex first when he asked if she was there earlier. She was angry that he forgot her birthday, so she wanted to throw it in his face (also, as stated, she had alcohol in her system and was letting a lot of that do the talking). If you read onto the second part of the blurb, they were clearly avoiding each other, and the situation as a whole still upset her (him forgetting her birthday, and what he said to her).

So, I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy it….

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heartateasee · 15 hours

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Has anyone ever been sh*dowb*nned on here? I’m starting to think I might be for some reason 😩

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heartateasee · 21 hours

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The way he asks, and the way he puts his knee down first 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

HARRY STYLES | LATE NIGHT TALKING (2022) - BEHIND THE SCENES

#i love him so bad #i need him so bad

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