I sat on my bed, studying away for a test I had at the UNI the next day. I did this every Thursday, since I had tests every Friday. I was reading through my Biology book, memorizing everything I needed to know when my phone went off. Without checking the Caller ID, I answered, mumbling a quick, “Hello?”
“Can I come over, please?”
Harry. He always did this when I was busy, and being my best friend, he knew that I had to study tonight.
“Harry, you know I’m busy,” I scolded the curly haired boy.
“Oh, c’mon! You always study, (Y/N). I’ll pick up Chinese, cause I know it’s your favorite, and I’ll be there in half an hour.”
Before I could protest, he hung up. I groaned, tossing my cell phone on the bed and shutting my book. I guessed I studied enough, I had been reading that textbook for over an hour.
Thirty minutes later, Harry burst through my front door without knocking, as usual.
“Who’s the bestest friend ever!” he shouted, handing me a Panda Express tray.
“Whatever friend doesn’t bother me on study night,” I teased, opening the to-go tray. It was filled with orange chicken, which I loved. I popped a piece of the delicious food into my mouth, savoring the taste.
“C’mon, you know you love me. Everybody does,” he joked while getting comfortable next to me on the couch.
“Don’t be to cocky, not a girls like that,” I stuck my tongue out at him, eating another piece of food.
“So tell me,” he moved his head so his emerald orbs were burning into my brown eyes.
“Tell you what?” I asked, setting my tray down on the coffee table in front of me.
“What is it that you like?”
“Well, somebody who is kind,” I started, “and nice, funny. Somebody who isn’t an asshole, basically. Somebody that shares the same type of music liking as me. Somebody who was never late, never forgot, never pissed me off.”
Harry erupted into a howl of laughter, “(Y/N), no guy on the planet will ever act like that.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. But he didn’t say what I wanted realistically.
“Oh come on, boo, tell me you don’t like a guy who takes charge every now and then.” He nudged my side at his elbow. What was he talking about?
“You know,” he continued, “A guy to make you beg for what you want, just because it makes the situation hotter. Tell me you don’t want a guy to kiss you roughly and slam your head to the headboard behind it.” His voice was slow and seductive, and I felt myself become hot.
I’ll admit, Harry and I always had some sort of sexual liking for each other since we met four years ago. We never acted upon it so our friendship wouldn’t break. But we did other things, like cuddle and flirt, steal small kisses every now and then, nothing to serious.
But this. What he was doing right now, was going to be the death of me. And he knew it, so he continued.
“Tell me you don’t want a guy to smirk between your legs and send you to heaven. Or that you don’t want a guy to tie you up and have his way.”
I felt myself become more wet by the second. I gulped, trying to cover up my hotness.
“Fucking tell me.”
At this point, out lips were centimeters away. Wasting no time at all, he connected them, grabbing my hips and pulling my close. I moved my lips on his, wrapping my arms around his neck, lightly tugging at his curls.
“Bedroom,” I demanded. He nodded, kissing me again as his hands gripped slightly underneath my bum to lift me up. I hitched my leg around his waist for more support, releasing once I made contact with the bed.
He let go of me completely, taking off his shirt. I did the same, throwing my band t-shirt for “The Killers” across the room. He crawled on top of me, kissing me roughly as he ground his hard on onto my pelvic bone.
“What the fuck are we doing?” I mindlessly asked, intending for it to be a rhetorical question.
“I think we’re about to have the best sex in history,” Harry smirked, nipping at my neck.
“Speak for yourself, pretty boy,” I teased. His head shot up from my delicate skin, an evil smirk planted on his face.
He started to kiss my neck again, leaving thousands of tiny, dark love bites.
“What do you want me to do?” Harry seductively asked. His hot breath hit my throat, causing goosebumps to run down my arms.
“Fuck me,” I choked out. My voice was barely audible.
“No, no, no, you should be studying,” he winked. Damn bastard needed to stop teasing, “You’re being a very bad girl.”
“So fuck me like I’m a bad girl,” I winked. Saying nothing else, he ripped my shorts off, taking his pants off as well. His eyes were dark, filled with lust.
He removed my knickers dangerously slow, letting his slightly calloused index finger rub my hot sex.
“This wet already?” he asked me, playing with my clit. “Guess we could get right into business then?”
I nodded as my hand flew to the edge of my bed, grabbing a condom from the dresser drawer. When my attention turned back to Harry, he was completely nude.
I was completely taken aback by his size, but started to imagine the wonders he could do with it.
I tossed him the small silver packet, which he quickly tore open with his teeth. I watched as he rolled the the rubbed onto his length., biting my his lip.
He finished, immediately hovering over me and kissing me.
“Listen, the neighbors here don’t know me, and I want them to know my name when were finished, got it?”
I nodded. He was right, I fucking loved when guys had there way with me.
Without warning, he slammed into me, causing me to yelp. He stayed, letting me adjust to his size.
“Fuck Harry,” I moaned as he started to thrust slowly, “Faster.”
He smirked, taking the opportunity to pound himself into me, hitting my g-spot. I moaned uncontrollably as random profanities left Harry’s lips. Pulling almost completely out, he rammed into me again with full force.
“Such a naughty girl,” he grunted, thrusting into me. My back arched and my head fell back in pleasure. My nails dug into his muscular back, sure to leave marks and scratches.I spread my legs so he could thrust in deeper.
“Damn, (Y/N), why the hell are you so tight? I need to fuck you more often,” he groaned. I could barely hear him since my moans were overpowering.
His thrusts started to become sloppy, and I knew he was close.
“C’mon babe, come for me,” Harry encouraged to get me closer to my high. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, my legs were starting to lose feeling.
“(Y/N), I can’t hold much longer,” Harry grunted, his thrusts slowing down. He almost completely pulled out, and with one hard thrust, I hit my orgasm. My spine arched, my toes curled, and my head fell back as I moaned out Harry’s name louder than ever.
He thrusted a few more times, riding out his orgasm before pulling out and flopping next to me.
“I can’t believe we just fucked,” He admitted with a throaty laugh.
“I know. You hit me with a sucker punch."