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Part Two of Best Friend Vacation

Part one can be found here. You don’t need to read part one, but it makes part two better.

Contents: Explicit depiction of sex, fluff

9.0k words

thanks to @gem1712 for requesting part two

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“Harry! You have a package here!”

“What is it?” Harry asked as you walked into the kitchen where he was wiping the counter after lunch.

“How would I— it’s a brown box, that’s what it is.”

Harry smiled, “I would have thought you’d have had it opened by now.”

“It’s addressed to you. I’m not opening your mail.”

“Something being mine has never stopped you from opening it without asking. Like my front door, for example.”

“You gave me a key! You know what, I can go home if you want.” You saw the smirk on Harry’s face and knew he was joking, but you had to give him a hard time anyway.

“Kidding! I’m kidding, Y/N.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. He took the package from you and tore the tape off. Harry walked to the couch as he told you about the package being something or other he ordered for the balcony, but you weren’t really listening anymore, too busy admiring him. Thankfully, when he turned to look at you your smile was enough of a response to make him happy.

Since you and Harry had come back from vacation you’d been spending more and more time at his apartment. On the rare occasion you went home Harry went, too. It got to the point that the only time you two were apart was during the workday. When Harry said he didn’t need anyone else if he had you, he meant it. Not that you were complaining.

“My mom called,” Harry started, breaking you out of your thoughts. “She and my dad want to visit soon.”

“Oh, that’s great, Har. Do they know when they plan to visit yet?”

“I don’t know. In a week or two, probably.”

You reached across the couch to hold his hand. “You should plan some nice things to do while they’re here.”

Harry turned on the couch to face you. “Would you join us?”

“Of course. Just tell me when they’re coming, and I’ll see if I can get some time off.”

“What do we tell them about us?”

You smiled, “I think they already know we’re friends, Harry.”

He laughed, “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“If you want to tell them about your sex life that’s up to you. Weird, but it’s up to you.”

“Y/N!” He pulled you into his lap tickling you. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t! I swear, Harry! If not that then what?” He would not quit tickling and kissing you.

“I’m talking about us. How we’re like, dating in everything but name.”

You could tell he was hesitant to talk about it. Had your relationship really changed that much?

“That’s—is this you formally asking me to be your girlfriend?”

Harry rubbed his neck. “I guess? I mean, I didn’t really think we needed to like, define this. But how do I introduce you? You’re way more important to me than just my friend.”

“Harry, I think you’re worrying too much. I’ve met your parents before. I don’t need an introduction.” You cupped his cheek in your hand.

“Of course. But how do I explain that I’m kissing my best friend? That she sleeps in my bed?” Harry paused. “I guess I am asking you to be my girlfriend. Formally.”

He looked at you with a mixture of hope and nausea. It was simply endearing.

“How could I say no to you?”

Relief washed over his face. “Really?”

“Really, Harry. What brought all this on?” You moved to straddle his lap and gave him a peck on the lips. “Your parents?”

“Not really. I mean, kind of. But I was talking about you with my coworkers the other day and I had no idea what to call you. It made me realize I wanted more. Then my mom called, and I wondered how to explain to her why you rarely go home anymore.” He smiled.

“I’d like more, too.” You paused, holding his face in both your hands. You rubbed your thumbs over his cheekbones. “We’ll find a time to talk to your parents, okay?”

Harry laughed in pure joy then grabbed your face and kissed you. “Okay. Thank you, Y/N.”

Wow. I’m officially Harry’s you think.

You never could have imagined when you started this whole friends with benefits thing last spring that you would end up here today. It was nearly November now and it had been nothing but wonderful all these months since you came back from vacation. In many ways, nothing changed. Harry was still wonderfully attentive. You did nearly everything together, same as always. Harry still asked for your advice on big decisions, and you still relied on him to tell you when to change your oil and be the planner of your little duo.

On the other hand, a lot had changed. All of it for the better. You got to feel Harry’s love for you. You were having the best sex of your life and best of all you felt truly happy. Some days you wondered how you had ever considered Harry just a friend. And now he was officially your boyfriend. Harry had asked for more, and you would happily give him all you had.

You joined your lips with his. Harry moved his hands from your thighs to your lower back. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss before burying his face in your neck. He kissed and bit you. One of his hands roughly massaged your breasts.

“Y/N,” he moaned your name as he slid his hand under the front of your shirt. “Let’s go to bed.”

You got off of his lap and kissed him, encouraging him to follow you to his bedroom. Harry quickly got up and wrapped his arms around your torso. He moved your hair from your neck and kissed you. It was harder to walk this way, but so enjoyable.

When you reached his bedroom, he turned you around in his arms. “Lie down.”

You watched as he climbed on the bed and hovered over you on all fours. He kissed your neck, your shoulders, and hands all while squeezing your thighs.

“Sit up,” he whispered. He leaned back and helped you take your shirt off. As soon as your shirt was off Harry brought his hands to your breasts, massaging them. “Can I take this off?”

“Whatever you want, Har.”

Harry unhooked your bra and tossed it aside. He kissed the marks the straps of your bra left on your shoulders. Harry ran his hands down your stomach to the button of your jeans. He pushed your jeans to your knees before guiding you onto your back again then pulled them off the rest of the way.

Once Harry started to kiss you over your underwear you thought you were going to go crazy needing more.

“Harry, don’t tease.”

“It's called foreplay. Enjoy it.”

You chuckled, still squirming under his touch.

“You’re so gorgeous. I love seeing you under me.” Harry bent his head and took one of your nipples into his mouth. He sat up straddling your thighs and smiled from ear to ear.

“What?” You smiled.

“You’re my girlfriend,” he whispered.

You laughed, “That I am.”

“I always knew you’d be in my life, but not like this.”

He leaned down to kiss you again. His lips slid from your lips to your neck, down further still to your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair and arched your back into his kiss. You could feel his erection straining against his jeans.

“Harry, lie down. Let me take care of you.”

“Not yet,” Harry sighed and took off your underwear. He ran a hand over your sides and across your stomach before finally settling between your thighs. Two fingers slid into your center. He moved slowly leaving you to focus on the friction of his knuckles and the pads of his fingers.

“Harry,” you breathed out. “That feels amazing.”

“Good. Lay back and enjoy it, baby.” He kissed your thighs and kept up the languid movements of his fingers. Before long you began to writhe on the bed. A familiar high began to pool at your center, slowly building.

“I need you faster and rougher. Come here,” you said holding out both of your hands to bring his body closer to you.

Harry looked up at you and smirked but made no effort to move. “Not a chance. Not until you come.”

You threw your head back on the pillow and gripped the sheets. You felt incredible, but you weren’t sure it was going to be enough today. Of course, you were willing to wait all night if it meant Harry would keep going. Building to an orgasm was half the fun.

Between your quiet breaths and Harry’s gentle encouragement, you heard a phone vibrating.

“Harry. Harry your phone is vibrating.”

“I don’t care. Let voicemail get it.”

The vibrating stopped and you were able to focus on your pleasure again. Harry still gave you kisses and sucked your clit but kept your climax just out of reach.

Before long, his phone vibrated with another call.

“Harry, I can’t concentrate. Please just see who it is and tell them you’ll call ‘em back.”

“How ‘bout I fuck you now and call them back later? I’m kind of torturing myself at this point.”

You chuckled, “Getting painful? Should have listened to me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry smiled into your kiss then sat up to take off his shirt before he laid his body on top of yours.

Your hands moved between you and Harry to undo his jeans. He propped himself up on his elbow and used his other hand to slide his jeans down just enough to free himself. Harry didn’t use his hands to guide himself to your center. He thrust his hips into yours slowly and gently until he slid into you. The anticipation had you throbbing.

“You’re so wet. It’s such a fucking turn-on.” Harry resumed kissing your lips, your face.

“Well, I was pretty turned on to get into this state.”

Harry smiled and picked up his pace ever so slightly. He moaned into the crook of your neck and picked up the pace again. Meanwhile, his phone was vibrating with a call for the third time.

“Oh, so you can pick up the pace for you but not for me?” You teased him with the biggest smile.

The two of you shared another laugh and a quick peck. “Something’s obviously urgent. We’re on a time crunch now.”

Thankfully, the call went to voicemail again.

“Harry, ah—Harry that’s the spot. Don’t stop.” Your climax washed over you and just kept coming. Even when it was over your body was still abuzz.

Harry took a bit more time to reach his peak, his moans becoming unstoppable once his orgasm hit him. Harry making noise in bed always gave you the most wonderful chills. You were so lucky to call him yours and be the exclusive owner of all of his pleasure.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you replied with a wide smile.

“Stay here. I’ll get you cleaned up.” Harry climbed off of you and then slid his pants off the rest of the way before getting off the bed. He grabbed his phone on the way to the bathroom. When Harry came back with a damp towel you asked who called.

“Looks like my mom, twice, then dad,” he replied while he wiped down your legs. He pressed his mom’s contact number, and you heard the line ringing.

“Harry! It’s about time you picked up! Were you ignoring my call? What were you doing?”

You smiled at each other knowingly. You attempted to take the towel from him so you could clean up while he spoke to his mother, but he gave you a playful warning look and continued with his work.

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was busy is all.”

“I came this close to calling Y/N. I know where I find one, I’ll find the other. Is she with you now? Why didn’t she pick up the phone?”

Harry playfully rolled his eyes. “Yeah, she’s here.”

“Hi, Mrs. Styles. How are you?”

“She says ‘hi’,” Harry replied even though you could hear her just fine.

“Listen, love, your father and I want to come out next week for a visit. Have you got the room for us?”

“Mom, you know I do. Is that what was so important that you and Dad called several times?”

“It’s not that it was so urgent. It’s just that you weren’t answering, and you know how I worry. What was keeping you so preoccupied?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t have my phone on me.”

The two of you exchanged another glance, grinning when your eyes met. Harry’s mother continued to talk about everything and nothing in particular. You could tell Harry’s mind had started to wander when he began rubbing your thighs. His hands traveled toward your center until you had to swat him away. Your eyes grew wide and mouthed the words ‘absolutely not.’

Harry was undeterred. “Come on, I bet I can coax another orgasm out of you.”

Again, your eyes grew as wide as saucers and you whisper shouted at him, “Harry! Your mother can hear you!”

“Relax, I muted it.”

You relaxed a little but still didn’t think it was a good idea. “How can you be turned on right now?”

“If you could see yourself right now you wouldn’t ask me that question.”

You rolled your eyes and watched as Harry unmuted his phone. “Well, did you ask Dad? I’m sure he would know.”

You couldn’t hear his mother on the other end of the phone anymore, your heartbeat in your ears was growing too loud.

“Harry, I’m warning you. Pay attention to your poor mother.”

“You’re warning me? What are you gonna do if I don’t stop?” Harry brought his face to your mound and sucked on your labia. You were sure there would be a little love bite there later.

“Harry!” You closed your legs earning a frumpy look from your newly minted boyfriend.

Undeterred, Harry scooted up on the bed until your breasts were within reach. He licked your breasts while looking at you, the phone still held loosely next to his ear. He tapped unmute again.

“Mom, that’s for you to decide. Whatever you’d like to do while you’re here is fine by me. It’s no inconvenience.”

Just as quickly as he unmuted the phone, he muted it again and pinched your nipples, making your back arch off the bed. His ability to multitask like this was so fucking hot, but not the wisest decision at the moment.

Harry had unmuted the phone again and you decided to use the distraction to get up from the bed entirely. Harry, on the other hand, was having none of that. As soon as your feet hit the floor, he quickly wrapped an arm around the front of your torso. Harry pinned the phone between his ear and shoulder and kneeled behind you on the edge of the bed. Without releasing you he brought his other hand to squeeze and caress your ass.

“Yes, we did! We went last time you came for a visit. Dad really enjoyed it.”

We’re going to get caught. Hang up, hang up, hang up.

Without warning Harry slipped his hand between your legs and plunged his fingers into you from behind. The sensation nearly made you cry out. Harry quickly moved his hand from the front of your torso to your mouth. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and looked over at Harry who still had his phone wedged between his head and shoulder. He looked unfazed by you coming undone on his hand. He kept pumping, still talking with his mother. At this point, your body was so wound up you were certain that the only thing holding you up was Harry.

When you felt the pull of another orgasm it became harder to stay quiet. Your hips bucked instinctively.

“Hey, mom, Y/N looks like she needs some help. I’ll talk to you a bit later, ‘kay? Yep. Yep. Love you, too. Bye.”

As soon as Harry ended the call you doubled over with a loud moan.

“Y/N, fuck—you’re so hot. Come ‘ere. Turn around.”

You did as asked and were greeted with an open-mouthed kiss. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you back onto the bed.

Harry laid down flat on his back, “sit on my face.”

You felt a shiver travel from the crown of your head all the way down to your toes. How could one man be so fucking sexy? Again, you did as you were asked and straddled his face.

“Y/N, I said sit. Not fucking hover.”

Harry gripped your thighs and forced you down on his face. He sucked and pulled on your clit. The feeling was almost too much to bear. Your mind was warring between urging on your orgasm to end this almost painful sensation and pleading with your body to hold on just a minute longer.

“Yes, Y/N, just like that. Drown me in you.” You hadn’t realized but you were rocking your hips pretty aggressively on Harry’s face. Even his nose was glossy from you. His hands were kneading your ass, happily slurping all of your arousal.

“Harry! Harry, don’t stop!” You continued rocking your hips until your orgasm hit you, causing you to double over. You supported yourself on the headboard, panting.

“I love you, Harry.” You managed to lie next to Harry who quickly pulled you in for a hug.

“I love you, too.” He became pensive for a minute before asking, “What did I do before you?”

“Adriana,” you smirked knowing you were starting something.

“Y/N! I was having a nice moment!”

You shrieked and jumped out of bed. “Who was before her? Vanessa? You had so much to do before me!”

Harry chased you out of the room, oblivious to the fact you were both still naked.

“Oh! Or Danna! I bet you really miss her! Her breasts were huge!”

“Y/N!”

Harry had cornered you in the kitchen, only separated by the little island in the middle of the floor. You couldn’t stop giggling.

“I swear, when I catch you, you’re in for it.”

You decided to make a mad dash for the living room and shrieked again when Harry caught you in both arms. He pressed your back to his chest and picked you up. He began to laugh when you tried to pry his arms from around your waist but couldn’t even make him budge.

Harry brought you to the living room and tossed you on the couch like you weighed nothing. “I told you, when I caught you, you were going to get it. You didn’t listen, Y/N, and now you’re in for it.”

Harry laid down on top of you tickling you and blowing raspberries on your skin. You were laughing so hard you couldn’t get any words out.

“You’re the only one that matters, Y/N! Say it! Say, I’m the only one who matters to Harry! The last one who will ever matter! Say it Y/N and I’ll stop!”

Even if you wanted to say the words nothing would come out. You were laughing too hard. Finally, you managed to yell, “truce!”

Harry let go and let you sit up. He kissed your temple. “You naughty thing, you.”

Harry got up and grabbed some briefs and a shirt from the room then sat down on the couch again. You laid your head in his lap, still catching your breath.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

He plucked the hair out of your face before smoothing it down. “Mean what?”

“When you said I’m the last one who will ever matter.”

“Y/N, look at me. Of course I do.” He smiled down at you, “Why would you think that you aren’t?”

“Because we just became official today?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “But you’ve meant so much to me for so long now.”

You gave him an incredulous look.

“Can’t you see yourself with my ring on your finger? A sweet child to call us mommy and daddy and another on the way. Sounds like the life, doesn’t it?”

“A few months ago, you were ready to get a vasectomy. Now you’re picturing us as parents?”

“First of all, I have never not pictured you as a mother someday. It was just something sexy to think about even if it never happened. Second, vasectomies are reversable. Besides, I think you’d look so fucking gorgeous with a big belly growing our child.”

Your heart raced. Since when has he pictured you a mother? And why does the thought of intentionally getting pregnant and starting a family with him turn you on so much?

He continued, “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want kids now. But I’d marry you tomorrow if you’d let me.”

“Harry! You just asked me to be your girlfriend hours ago. Now you’re talking about getting married? You’re too much.” You got up and headed to the bedroom. “I’m getting dressed then I’m making dinner, Harry.”

“To be fair, I asked you on vacation and you brushed me off! Y/N! Do you want a spring wedding or a summer wedding? I don’t want to wear a black suit. What do you think of like a pastel? Y/N!”

- - -

The day Harry’s parents were due to arrive you woke up to the sound of the mixer gently humming in the kitchen. You pulled the covers off and slipped into your house shoes. You made your way to the kitchen, bright with the morning sun.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, babe. Did I wake you?” Harry walked around the counter and over to you to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Not really,” you smiled back.

“Good. Tea?”

“I’d love some. Thank you.” You sat at one of the stools at the counter. “What are you making?”

“Those lemon poppy seed muffins Dad likes.”

“Oooo, I love those. Are they coming here, or do we need to pick them up?” You sipped the tea Harry placed in front of you. He added a bit of milk just how you liked it, earning an appreciative smile from you.

“We’re going to get them. You can stay here of course. Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to sit in traffic.”

“Of course, I’ll go. I haven’t seen them in ages.” You sat up a bit and leaned over the counter to kiss him. “When are we leaving?”

Harry finished pouring the batter into little paper cups and put them in the oven. “About an hour. Watch those for me? They need to come out in 25 minutes. I’m going to shower.”

“’Course, go on.”

A couple of hours later you and Harry were waiting near baggage claim for his parents. Harry’s mom spotted both of you first and made a mad rush for Harry, giggling and smothering him with kisses.

“Good to see you too, Mom. Missed you.” Harry managed to pull himself away from his mom to hug his dad. “Nice flight?”

Mr. Styles simply nodded.

“Y/N! We didn’t expect you to be here! Come here!” Mrs. Styles wrapped you in a hug before you could even respond. “Harry, why didn’t you tell us Y/N was coming?”

Harry had a bashful look on his face. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

“We don’t mind, just surprised. Good surprised though.”

“Hey, kiddo. It’s been a while.” Mr. Styles pulled you in for a bear hug.

“Are you joining us for dinner, Y/N?” His mom looked at you with a smile.

“You know it.” You could feel the nerves.

After gathering his parents' luggage Harry led everyone to the car.

You opened the back passenger door of the car. “Oh, honey, it’s okay. Go sit in front with Harry. We’ll be fine back here.”

You smiled, “Oh, alright. Thank you.”

Harry’s parents got in the car then Harry looked at you over the hood of the car and blew you a kiss. You rolled your eyes and got in the car, too.

“So, what’s the news back home?” Harry asked his parents as he left the airport.

His parents chatted about a childhood friend of Harry’s or one of their neighbors. At some point in the conversation, Harry mindlessly put his hand on your thigh. You tried to look at Harry without drawing attention to his hand. Finally, he looked over at you then down at his hand, and quickly removed it. He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw that his parents were none the wiser.

This was going to be one long week.

When everyone finally got home Harry helped his parents take their bags to the guest room.

“Is anyone hungry?” Harry was already back in the kitchen playing the role of host to his parents.

“I could eat,” Harry’s dad said sitting at the small dining room table. He was quickly joined by his wife.

“Can I get you guys a drink?” You had the refrigerator door open and listed off what was available.

“Yeah, that be great. Uh, mango juice, please.”

“Just water for me. Thanks, kiddo.”

You brought Mrs. Styles her juice and a water for Mr. Styles which they accepted with smiles.

“Should we make something quick or order in?” Harry asked, rubbing his hands together. “I could make a pasta? I have lentils and mushrooms.”

“Sounds great, son. Can we help at all?”

“I’m good, dad. Thanks.”

“What type of pasta do you want?” You asked Harry from the pantry. “Shells?”

“Shells sounds good. Can you get the water going?”

You and Harry worked in the kitchen while his parents got everyone caught up on what was new back home and asked about Harry’s work.

“Y/N? This good?” Harry held out the spoon he was using to stir the sauce and placed his free hand under your chin to catch any spills.

“Mmm. Delicious. We should add a little bit of lemon, yeah?”

“Ooo, good idea. Can you grab it?”

“You got it.” You grabbed a lemon from the counter and cut it in half. You brought the lemon over to Harry and asked him to hold his hand out over the pasta sauce.

“What? Why?”

“To catch the seeds!”

Harry laughed, “Why do I have to get my hands dirty? You do it.”

“You already washed your hands. Just do it!” You grabbed his hand and squeezed the lemon into it. “See? Was that so hard? Now give me the seeds.”

Harry looked at you with a look that said he wasn’t too happy but that he wasn’t mad either.

Harry’s mother must have taken note of your overly friendly banter. “So, Harry, is life all work for you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Uh, I’m pretty happy with the way things are right now,” Harry answered then shot you a sly smile.

“Well does that mean there is a special girl or not?” Harry’s mom looked at him with a small smile.

You knew this was the perfect opening to tell his parents about your relationship, but the thought of it made you nervous. Looking at Harry you could tell he was feeling the same way.

“Everything is the same. No new people.” Harry leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the rolls to finish toasting.

Good. Evasive, but not a lie. Why was this so hard?

The rest of dinner went well. Thankfully, Harry’s mom dropped her line of questioning. One bottle of wine with dinner turned into two and then dessert. By the time everyone was ready to call it a night it was already quite late.

“Y/N, you’ve had a bit much to drink. Why don’t you stay here tonight.” Harry offered.

“Alright. If it’s not too much trouble.”

Harry was standing behind his parents and gave you a knowing smile.

“Well, Har, I think Dad can drive her home. I mean she has no clothes or toothbrush here. She won’t be comfortable.”

Harry gave you a devious grin that made your face flush with heat. Thankfully, Harry interrupted.

“Of course, she has stuff here. You think we’re friends enough to go on annual vacations together but not friends enough to have a few things lying around the other’s house? She’ll be fine.”

You were hopeful it would lead to a conversation about your recent upgrade from “just friends,” but neither of you could get the words out.

“Alright, kiddo, if you’ll be comfy here.”

You smiled, “I’ll be fine, Mr. Styles. Thank you for offering.”

“See? Everyone go to bed; it’s been a long day. Mom, good night, lovely to see you again. Dad, sleep well.” He hugged his parents as they got up from the dining room table. “Y/N, let’s see what we can find for you.”

You grinned at him as if you didn’t have half a closet's worth of stuff here.

A little while later, all the noise from down the hallway had stopped, meaning Harry’s parents had gone to bed. Harry had just climbed into bed after washing up in his ensuite.

“Hey, you. I missed you.” Harry slid into bed and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“We were together all day.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t touch you.” Harry leaned over to kiss your cheeks and neck before sliding lower.

“Harry, I’m not doing it with your parents just down the hall.”

“They won’t hear us; they’ve gone to bed. Besides, we’re adults. Are we not allowed to have sex? We’re not teenagers and this is my home.”

You chuckled, “Well, we failed to tell them about us, and I don’t think you want them to find out about us because they heard us.”

“We can be quiet.” He smiled and lay on top of you, kissing you again.

“Even if we don’t make a peep, there are certain other noises. Go to sleep, Harry. They won’t be here for long.”

“I’ll be gentle. Come on.” Harry smiled and wiggled his hips back and forth over your body.

“Oh, Harry. You’re too much.” You held his head in both of your hands and kissed his forehead.

“That’s not a no, right?”

You laughed again. “No, that’s not a no.”

“Come ‘ere.” Harry looked into your eyes before leaning in to kiss your lips. He quickly deepened the kiss, tongue exploring your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He leaned up to take your shirt off and brought his mouth to your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair and tried to keep your moaning in check. The longer he licked and sucked your breasts the harder it got to stay quiet. Harry gave your breasts one last kiss before leaning to one side and sliding his hands into your underwear. He quickly plunged his fingers inside of you before looking back at your face and capturing your lips in a kiss again.

Kissing Harry kept your noises muffled, but the sound of his fingers gliding in and out of your arousal was growing louder.

“Harry,” you panted into his mouth. “You’re getting carried away.”

He smiled and whispered an apology. Harry slid his hand from your panties and used it to shove his pajama pants just low enough to free his cock. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Harry grabbed his penis in one hand and in one swift movement, he buried himself entirely in you. You moaned loudly making Harry bring his lips crashing down on yours to silence you. Harry’s movements started slow, pulling himself all the way out before gliding back in over and over. In time, Harry had gotten carried away and the bed was making more noise than you were despite it being a heavy, solid wood frame.

“Harry, slow down. We’re being too loud again.”

He grunted in frustration and plunged himself into you as deep as he could go. Instead of pulling out again, he began to grind on your body. The constant stimulation on your clit caused your head to swim with pleasure. Your core was throbbing, and your heart rate had picked up.

“Harry, I’m so close.”

Harry groaned in response and encouraged you to let go. Thankfully, Harry didn’t change a thing, and you were able to come so easily. Harry finished soon after then littered your face with sweet little pecks.

“I feel like a teenager again,” Harry laughed quietly.

“I don’t know. I never had sex anywhere near that good as a teen.”

Harry laughed again, his perfect smile on full display. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

- - -

The next morning you both woke up to the sound of drawers being opened and closed. It sounded like Harry’s parents were in the kitchen trying to find things.

Harry groaned and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Sorry. They’ve never been quiet people in the mornings.”

“It’s alright. Ready to get up?” You draped your arm over his torso and snuggled your face up to his chest.

“Five more minutes?” Harry sounded groggy and it was the cutest thing.

“Deal.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead before closing his eyes again. Everything was quiet for a few minutes until the sound of silverware clattering to the floor jolted Harry awake again.

“Sounds like we should get out there,” Harry said.

You stood up and helped make the bed. You put your pillow back in place and headed for the door.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Harry whispered. “I don’t know when we’ll get to talk to them about us so let me kiss you now.”

“Let me brush my teeth first.”

“Like I care you have morning breath. Come here.” Harry kissed you then rested his head on yours. “Let’s get out there before they come in here.”

You smiled and led the way out to the kitchen.

“Y/N, honey?” Harry’s mother looked confused. “I didn’t see you on the couch, so I thought you’d left.”

“Mom! You think I’d let Y/N sleep on the couch?” He hugged his dad good morning before rounding the kitchen counter and hugging his mom.

“Well, I didn’t see you on the couch either!” Mrs. Styles looked between you and Harry. “Were you sleeping in the sa—”

“Mom, is it so unusual for a couple to want to sleep in the same room together?”

Well, that’s one way to tell them.

“A couple?! When did that happen?” Harry’s mother questioned. Mr. Styles turned off his phone, whatever he was reading suddenly became not that interesting.

“I asked her to be my girlfriend a few days ago.” Harry was so casual.

“A few days ago? And you’re already sleeping together?”

“Hon—” Harry’s dad tried to speak.

“Mom, it’s not like that.” Harry chuckled. You didn’t know how he could play it so cool.

“What does that mean ‘it’s not like that’ mean? It either is or it isn’t.”

“I just mean we aren’t ‘already’ sleeping together. We’ve be—”

“Harry, oh, my god.” You hid your face in your hands.

“But you said you just started dating. I’m not understanding.”

“Honey, I don’t think it's that hard to understand the concept of casual sex,” Harry’s dad chimed in.

“Oh, my god. Kill me now.” You could not be more embarrassed.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Harry on the other hand burst out laughing. The beat of silence told you that Mrs. Style must have been embarrassed. You wouldn’t know because you still had your face in your hands. You only looked up to smack Harry’s arm.

“So how did this all start? These feelings that lead to dating.” Harry’s mom looked at Harry with curiosity in her eyes.

“That’s a private story, mom.” Harry had decided to get on with his morning and make coffee. He handed you a mug and put milk and sugar in your cup.

“You can’t even tell me how you two started dating?”

“Oh, I can tell you how we started dating,” Harry poured himself a cup of black coffee then gestured to his dad for a refill. “We were sitting just over there in the living room, and I told her that I felt like we were doing everything couples do, and I wanted to make it official. So, I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

You internally cringed, but Harry seemed to be oblivious to the fact that yet again he had said too much.

“That sounds like you’re leaving a lot out.” Harry’s mom noted.

“Oh, I am,” he said with a cheeky grin before taking a sip of his coffee. When it became obvious his mother was waiting for him to explain himself Harry continued. “What do you want me to say, Mom? I’ve always found her to be very attractive and I enjoy her company more than anyone else’s so when I saw the opportunity to be more, I took it.”

“What are you going to tell your kids then if you can’t even tell your parents?”

“Honey! He said they just started dating. I think it’s too early for that conversation, yeah?” Harry’s dad seemed to be embarrassed, too.

“We’ve already had this conversation.” Harry took another sip of his coffee.

“Harry!” You couldn’t believe Harry was talking about children as easily as he would talk about the weather. His mother was obviously having a hard time wrapping her head around this and he wasn’t making things any easier.

“Look, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, we never meant to hide anything from you. We’ve just been enjoying each other’s company and—”

“Obviously,” Harry’s dad chuckled to himself before opening his phone again and Harry laughed like it was hilarious.

Geeze, it was so easy to put your foot in your mouth you couldn’t really be upset at Harry anymore.

“Okay. I just have one more question,” Harry’s mother began. “Did this…conversation…about kids…happen after a scare or something?”

“No, we’re responsible so it was nothing like that. I just love her is all. She’s going to be your daughter someday, so I thought I’d ask.”

“Jesus, Harry. Really?” You groaned. This was not how you envisioned this conversation going.

“Well, how—”

“Ah! That sounds an awful lot like another question. I think we should go get brunch and get some sightseeing in, yeah?”

“Fantastic idea, son. Come on, Hon.” He got up from his stool at the kitchen counter and motioned for his wife to follow him.

“Y/N, shower?”

“Harry, I swear I will kill you.”

Harry smiled at you then took your hand as he walked back to the bedroom. You protested and tried to take your hand back. “Hush, there’s nothing wrong with showering together. We’re saving water!”

As soon as you got to Harry’s bedroom you closed the door and began to smack his chest. “What is wrong with you?”

Harry could do nothing but laugh. “What? What?! Y/N! I didn’t think about what would happen when we both came out of the room in the morning, so we had the conversation forced on us. Admit it. You didn’t either.”

“No, but you didn’t have to say all of that! That conversation could have gone much smoother.”

Harry grabbed your arms and brought you to his chest, wrapping you in a hug. “Maybe. But, Y/N, I’m not ashamed to have a normal, healthy relationship like any other adult.”

“Fine. But she just found out her son is dating and sleeping with someone all before she’s had her morning tea.”

“She could have deduced the sleeping together when we admitted we’re dating. It’s not—”

“Harry! You’re her son.”

“And I’m also 30.”

You could only sigh in response.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

“No, but let's see how you feel when one of your future children you just had to tell your mother about pulls this sort of stunt on you.”

“Does that mean you agree to have children with me?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away from you.

“Y/N, I’m down to try right now if you’re ready. Don’t walk away just yet!”

Harry ran up behind you and turned you around to face him before picking you up bridal style.

“Put me down!” You laughed. “I mean it, Harry! Put me down!”

You roared with laughter when Harry sat you down on the counter and buried his face in your neck, tickling you with his stubble.

There was no way Harry’s parents didn’t hear you yelling to be put down. The things they must be imagining right now. They must think we’re shameless.

- - -

Brunch was not as awkward as you expected it to be. After everyone was done eating, and Harry and his father argued over the check, your group decided to take a walk by the marina.

A few hours later it had gotten pretty warm, so Mrs. Styles suggested a stop for gelato.

“Yours looks really good. Gimme a bite,” Harry asked, eyeing your cup of gelato.

You fed him a bite then tapped his nose with the sticky spoon causing both of you to laugh.

“Here, try mine. I think mine’s better.”

Harry fed you a bite as well before wiping his nose on your sleeve. You elbowed him.

“You’re right. That’s so much better.”

“Right? Here. Trade me.”

Harry was already taking your cup and handing you his before you could say anything. You looked up at him with a smile and leaned into his body as a way of saying thanks before digging into his gelato.

“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. What took you guys so long?”

“What?” Harry looked at his mom with furrowed brows.

“This is just like every other visit. You and Y/N antagonize each other and play and joke and share. I don’t know how I never saw it coming. You two are such a cute couple. I don’t know why it surprised me so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

Harry wrapped his arm around his mom’s shoulders and gave her a kiss. “Come on, mom. Let’s start heading back and we can relax and watch a movie, all of us.”

- - -

When everyone arrived home and changed into more comfortable clothes Harry made everyone drinks.

“Y/N, come here, love.” Harry’s mom patted the couch next to her while Harry and his dad chatted in the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to chat with you. Make sure that Harry is being a good boyfriend. You know we’re quite fond of you.”

You smiled. “He’s the best boyfriend. I’ve said it before, but you and Mr. Styles have raised him to be a wonderfully caring person.”

Mrs. Styles smiled and patted your hand. “Still calling us Mr. and Mrs. Styles, huh? Even though you’re going to be our daughter-in-law one day?”

You smiled bashfully not knowing what to say to her. “Yeah, but who knows when that day will be. We just started dating.”

“True. But, who’s to say we can’t start practicing now, huh?”

“I mean—sure. Mom?”

You were so nervous your words came out more like a question, but thankfully Harry’s mom, or rather just mom, was tickled pink. She wrapped you in a hug swaying back and forth until Harry and hi—dad, just dad, came back, drinks in hand.

“What’d we miss?” Mr. Styles asked.

“Oh, not much. We just have a daughter now is all. And soon she will give us the most gorgeous grandbabies!”

“Honey, don’t pester the poor girl. Let the kids sort it out themselves.”

“What? They’re in love! And they’ve already discussed it, right?” She turned to look at Harry but didn’t let you go. “I want grandbabies.”

“Trust me, I am not opposed to trying. How many grandchildren do you want? We’ll make it happen.”

“Harry, don’t be crass,” his dad warned, causing them both to chuckle to themselves.

“See? You don’t even take yourself seriously. You know the thought of little grandchildren running around just melts your heart.”

Harry’s dad smiled in response.

“See? They’ve known each other for how many years now? How much better can they get to know one another?” Your eyes met Harry’s. You instantly gave him a look that said don’t start. “If they haven’t figured out what kind of family they want by now they never will.”

“Let’s get them married first, hm?” Harry’s dad smiled at his wife.

“Right, and before that, let’s pick a movie, yeah? Mom, can I have my girlfriend back?”

She kissed your head saying, “Off you go.”

You happily took a seat next to Harry and took your drink from him.

After the movie, everyone began to grumble about being hungry.

“I’ll order in. Indian sound good?” Harry pulled up a menu on his phone and looked it over with his dad.

Not even a half hour later the food had arrived, and Harry’s mom was pouring everyone a glass of wine. You turned on some music and the mood was lively.

“So, Y/N, have you moved in officially or are you guys going to find a bigger place or what?” Harry’s dad asked while holding out a plate of vegetable pakora for Harry.

“Um, we haven’t talked about that at all…yet.”

Mr. Styles rested his fork on his plate. “Harry. I can’t believe you. You can plan a family with the girl, but you can ask her to move in with you?”

“Because that’s an activity he’d enjoy doing,” Harry’s mother said under her breath.

“The money she would save not paying for a separate place you be saved for your future.”

Harry smiled at his dad, interlacing his fingers. “You’re absolutely right. Sometimes I’m just a fool who can’t see what’s right in front of him. I mean, we carried on for months as a proper couple before I even thought to ask her to be my girlfriend. Y/N, you already live with me. Why don’t we make it official and sell your place?”

“I’d love to, Harry. But maybe that’s a conversation for another time?”

Harry winked at you then resumed eating his food. You on the other hand couldn’t fit even another bite of food in your stomach what with all the butterflies in there.

- - -

Later that evening you and Harry were getting ready to climb into bed when there was a knock at his bedroom door.

“Come in.”

The door opened and in popped Harry’s parents, confusing both you and Harry.

Harry’s father began. “We just wanted to say goodnight and thank Y/N for having us. Now that we know it’s as much her home as it is yours, we just wanted to say thanks.”

Harry grinned from ear to ear.

“And I made some chamomile tea to help you guys wind down after a long day.”

Harry’s mother handed each of you a warm mug

“Thanks, mom. You didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. It’s the least I could do after you guys gave us such a wonderful day.”

“Well, we better let you two get some rest. Sleep well.” Mr. Styles hugged Harry before walking to your side of the bed. “You, too. Sleep well.” He wrapped you in a gentle yet affectionate hug.

“Thanks. Uh, you too…Dad.” You looked up at him with a shy smile.

“Hmm. I like that. Good night, kiddo.” He kissed you on your head and made way for Harry’s mother to hug and kiss each of you good night.

You climbed in bed then grabbed your tea, preparing to read on your phone a bit before bed.

“What?”

Harry had been staring at you with a grin on his face. “Nothing. I just like hearing you call my parents mom and dad.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Mind? I absolutely love it.” Harry set his mug down and opened his arms, you gladly scooted over to him and rested your head on his chest.

“Y/N? I’m sorry I haven’t asked you to move in with me yet. I really would love for you to live here. It’s just one of those things like asking you to be my girlfriend. I was just enjoying what we have going on and I forget that I should talk to you and see if you’re happy, too.”

“Harry, trust me. I hadn’t thought about it either. Don’t think you have to ask me because your dad said something.”

Harry adjusted in bed so that he could see your face. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you just because my dad said something. I would love for you to live here, honestly. Or I could move into yours or we could find a new place entirely. Just so long as we’re together I’d be happy.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Harry kissed your lips.

You couldn’t help the giddy laughter that escaped you. “Wow. Officially dating to moving in together in less than a week.”

Harry laughed too. “If it were anyone else but us, I’d think they’re crazy.”

You held Harry’s face in both your hands and brought him in for a kiss. Harry kissed you deeper and ran his hands along your back. You bit his lower lip which seemed to make something in Harry snap. He pulled away to take his shirt off before holding your sides again, kissing every piece of you his lips could reach.

As always, his kiss was enough to ignite your inner fire. You were wet the instant his tongue touched yours. You ran your hands along his torso, enjoying every tattoo and mole and scar.

“Lay back,” you encouraged him.

Harry lifted his hips to scoot down the bed a little, causing his erection to press into you. Harry lay back on the bed half reclining on the pillows and looking absolutely godly. You slowly took your shirt off, giving him a show, before climbing off the bed to take off your pants. Before straddling Harry, you sat between his legs and grabbed the waistband of his pajama pants. He lifted his hips so you could take them off letting his cock spring free.

You leaned down and took him into your mouth, just enough to lubricate him before sitting up again. Still seated between his legs you took his cock in one of your hands, pumping him. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut briefly. When he opened them again, he placed his hand over yours on his cock, helping you get him off just the way he wanted. Within minutes Harry’s breathing had become shallow, and he was bucking up into your hands.

“Y/N, I need to feel you.”

You straddled his thighs and grabbed his penis again. You lined it up with yourself and sunk down on him until he was fully enveloped by you. You began to move quickly, bouncing on him until he looked like he was unraveling. When Harry closed his eyes and inhaled sharply you got up and sat between his legs again. Harry shot up, opening his eyes in surprise. Before he could say anything, you took him in your mouth until you could feel him in your throat.

He groaned. “Oh, Y/N, you’re a naughty thing.”

Just then, you added your hand as your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

“Ah! Y/N, don’t stop doing that,” Harry whispered.

You’d never dream of it.

Harry propped himself up on one arm and placed his other hand on your head, gently guiding you. Before long he was thrusting up into your mouth while holding your head in place.

“Y/N, I’m conna come. I’m gonna come.”

With that, you took all of him in your mouth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Harry released in your mouth with the sexiest moan. You made sure to lick him clean before you laid down next to him again, head on his chest.

“Damn, that was good. Let me catch my breath and I’ll return the favor.”

“It’s fine, Harry. I’m perfectly satisfied right now.”

Harry looked at you with a grin then kissed your forehead. “What did I do to deserve you?”

- - -

After a few more days of sightseeing with Harry’s parents, it was time for them to fly back home. This time you were a lot sadder to see them go.

“Call me when you land, okay?” Harry worried about his parents almost as much as they worried about him.

“We will.”

“Honey, don’t cry we’ll see them soon.” Harry’s dad wrapped his wife in a comforting side hug.

“That’s right! And when we all see each other next we better be celebrating some big news, you hear?”

Everyone laughed despite the tears that threatened to fall.

“Y/N, honey, don’t be a stranger. When Harry comes home, we expect to see you too.” Harry’s mom caught you in a bear hug. “Don’t even wait for him. Come whenever you feel like it.”

“I will.”

Harry’s mom let you go to pull Harry in for a hug. You took the opportunity to say goodbye to his dad.

“If you need any help selling your place or moving or whatever, you call me. I can be out here on the very next flight. Got it?”

You chuckled and wiped a tear from your face. “Got it.”

“Alright, kiddo. You take care.”

“I will. You too.”

“Dear, we better go. If we don’t get going now, I’ll never leave.” Harry’s mom said with a weepy voice.

Harry wrapped his arm around your waist. Neither of you moved until you couldn’t see them anymore.

“Well, you heard them. Next time we see them we better have some big news to celebrate.”

You laughed and wiped away another tear.

“So, realtor, jeweler, or baby-making?”

You playfully slapped his chest. “You’re terrible.”

“I know.” He leaned down to kiss you. “Hungry?”

“Starving.”

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guiltypleasurecreative · 5 months ago

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Best Friend Vacation

Best friends Harry and Y/N have been the best of friends for nearly a decade. They’re such close friends they take an annual vacation together, just the two of them. This trip, however, may just be the one that changes things.

Contents: Explicit depictions of sex, fluff

6.6k words

“Oh, my goodness. Harry! This is so nice!”

“Yeah, I think this is the nicest one yet.” Harry set the luggage just inside the door of the cabin you rented for the week. It had been a long drive, but it was still early afternoon—plenty of time to relax and enjoy the day.

You couldn’t say anymore who’s idea it was, but for the last five or six years you and Harry have taken a friends vacation together. One year, you invited some mutual friends, and it wasn’t as fun or relaxing, so you stuck to just the two of you. Things were so much better this way.

After nearly nine years of friendship, you two were super close. You two hung out most weekends and recently had spent many weeks planning this trip to a forested mountainous town close enough to the coast that you could smell the salty ocean air.

“Which room do you want, Harry?”

“I wake up earlier than you, so I want the one with the view. I want my morning tea with a view.”

“I can enjoy the same view when I wake at noon.”

“I’m calling it, Y/N,” he smiled at you and picked up your bags, setting them into the other room – the one without a view, apparently. “Look! Yours has an en suite with a big bathtub.”

You walked further into the room and saw there was a large claw foot tub. “Wow, I don’t remember this on the listing.”

“Me either. Maybe its new and they just haven’t updated the listing yet?”

He turned around to face you, but you only shrugged.

“Let’s put the groceries away, and we’ll figure out what to see first. Maybe we just hang out here and jump in the jacuzzi?”

“Are you hungry?” Harry asked as you entered the house. You’d spent the afternoon in the jacuzzi with a bottle of Moscato. When the bottle was empty you and Harry decided it was time to go inside.

“Getting there.”

“Let’s get cleaned up then I’ll make dinner?”

“Sounds good.”

When you got out of the shower you heard the sound of chopping coming from the kitchen.

“Hey.” Harry greeted you while chopping heirloom tomatoes. “I thought we could have something light. We have burrata and pesto so I’m making a nice tomato salad. I’ve got some garlic bread in the oven.

“That sounds lovely. What can I do?” You took the towel from your hair and draped it over a chair at the kitchen counter.

“Nothing. Go pick a movie.” He smiled as he mixed the tomatoes in with the pesto then seasoned it with salt and pepper.

“What do you feel like watching?” You walked to the living room and turned on the giant television.

“Whatever. What about that movie you were telling me about on the drive up?”

Harry put the burrata in the center of a serving plate and the tomatoes around it. Harry always had a knack when it came to making food look as good as it tasted. On another plate he piled the garlic bread then took it out to the living room where you sat on the couch, remote control in hand.

“Can you grab us some drinks?” Harry asked as the plates on the coffee table. He looked up and saw that you had on a very tiny pair of pajama shorts.

“Of course. Beer okay?”

“Y/N, didn’t you pack any pants? You’re not even wearing socks!”

“I was hot after my shower!”

“Yeah, but as soon as you sit down, you’re gonna get cold. And what are you gonna do? You’re going to tuck your cold ass feet under me!”

“But you’re always so warm!”

“Y/N...get socks at least.” Harry was behind you in the kitchen now grabbing two small plates and utensils.

“Yes, dad.” You smirked, knowing you were annoying him.

“Fine, don’t listen. But you can’t tuck your cold feet under me and I’m not letting you warm up your fingers on me either.”

“Just grab me a blanket if you’re so worried, damn.”

Harry smacked your ass then called you a brat under his breath.

“Bastard! I almost dropped the bottles!” Harry only turned around and winked at you in response.

Harry sat on the couch. When you sat down, he handed you a plate then served you.

“This was a good idea, Har. Something nice and light after all that crap we ate for lunch.”

“Actually, I wanted something lighter because I want ice cream with all the toppings later.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed play on the movie.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence.

“Pause it for me please? I’m going to put the leftovers away.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks. And get some socks! It still gets chilly at night.” He smacked your ass again as you got up from the couch.

“Are you going to bitch at me every night? We are never taking a vacation in the Spring again. Summer only.”

“Then I’ll just bitch at you about staying hydrated in the heat.” He smiled up at you as he laid down on the couch.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m your best friend. You know you love me! Hurry up, the plot was just getting good.”

You put the leftovers away then went to your room to grab socks out of your luggage. When you returned to the living room you sat down by Harry’s head and made a big show of putting on your socks.

Harry smiled and gave your thigh a light squeeze. “Thank you.”

The movie was pretty good, not what you had expected, but it was enjoyable. When it was over you stood up and stretched, looking down at Harry.

“I think I’m going to bed. You want me to get you some ice cream before I go?”

“Nah, I don’t really feel like it anymore. I think I’ll go read my book. Thanks.” Harry stretched before standing up, too.

“Alright. Good night, Har.”

“Night. Sleep well.” He kissed you on the top of your head and squeezed your shoulder before walking to his room.

When you reached your room, you took your time washing up then climbed in bed. You scrolled your phone for a bit, but you couldn’t quite relax. Thankfully, you brought your toy with you.

You got out of bed and looked for it in your luggage. Quickly, you realized it wasn’t in that particular bag, so you searched your other bag, but had no luck. In frustration you flipped on the bedside light and dumped both bags onto the bed.

A few minutes later you were folding your clothes and putting them back in your luggage, defeated. A knock on your door startled you.

“Y/N?”

“Come in.”

“Everything okay? I got up and saw your light was on.” Harry was dressed in sleeping pants with a matching unbuttoned shirt. He had obviously just thrown it on just to leave his bedroom.

“I forgot my vibrator,” you sighed.

Harry chuckled. “Oh, no. A sexually frustrated Y/N is no fun at all.”

You rolled your eyes. “Go to bed, Harry.”

He sat down on the bed, watching you put your things back into your bag. “Oh, come on. Don’t get all bent out of shape. You still have hands.”

You stopped what you were doing just to smack Harry in the arm. “You think if that worked for me, I’d be upset right now?”

“What? So it won’t feel as nice. It’ll still take the edge off.”

You put your bags away and flopped on the bed next to Harry. “No, like, I can’t get there at all without help. Trying just makes me more frustrated.”

After a moment of silence, you reached over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table. “You staying or going? I’m just going to go to sleep.” You didn’t wait for an answer before you settled under the covers again and prepared to sleep.

“Would you like my help?”

With a hearty laugh you swiped your hand down Harry’s face. “Close your eyes and go to sleep Harry.”

“No, I’m serious. Thinking about your toy got me all worked up, too.” You didn’t respond so he continued. “My hand isn’t as fun either. Why don’t we help each other out?”

Is he for real?

“Harry, did the heat from the jacuzzi get to your head?” You chuckled and reached out for his hand and closed your eyes again.

“No, but all my blood is rushing south. Maybe that’s it.”

You opened your eyes again and looked down at his pants. The room was dark, but you could still see he wasn’t lying. He was sporting a bit of a hard on and you let out a breathy laugh. “You’re ridiculous sometimes, you know that?”

“Mmm. Night, Y/N.”

Harry said good night but made no move to go back to his bed. You two had slept together on who knows how many occasions. It was never a big deal, but tonight felt different. You had never fallen asleep next to him while he had a hard on. Or at least not that you knew of.

The two of you laid together quietly before you spoke up. “Okay. Let’s help each other out. I’m not gonna sleep in this state. You can’t be too comfortable either.”

“Y/N?”

“Oh, come on. You make the suggestion then get shy on me? Besides, we’ve seen each other naked before.”

“You’ve seen me because you never knock anymore, but I don’t recall ever seeing you,” he said with a laugh.

“Wow, Harry. Thanks. Good to know it was memorable.”

“I’m serious! I don’t remember. When?”

You turned your body to face him, and he did the same.

“You’ve seen my breasts I don’t know how many times!”

“Breasts don’t count! You’ve seen mine too.” Harry laughed again.

“We really lack boundaries, don’t we?” You giggled.

“Nah, I think we’re just comfortable with each other.”

“Maybe,” you laughed, “but breasts count.”

“Breasts do not count,” Harry countered.

“Okay, well, this is your chance to see the rest of me. Are up for it?”

Harry sat in silence for a moment. “I’m game. My situation hasn’t gone away yet.”

You laughed, “I can’t believe we’re gonna do this. We’re so stupid.”

“We’ve been stupider,” Harry answers, causing both of you to laugh harder.

Harry cleared his throat in an attempt to stop his laughter. “So, we’re serious about this?”

“Yeah, why not. We’ve been stupider right?” You smiled at your best friend.

“Like that time we got lost in Rome after letting our cell phones die?” Harry sat up and put his hand on your knee.

“God, that was so dumb. I still don’t know how we managed to find our way back to the hotel.”

The two of you broke out into a fit of laughter again.

“So. Any hard boundaries? Things that you like?”

“Harry, I’m not discussing my kinks with you. We’re just going to scratch this itch and go to bed.”

“Okay, okay. You afraid I’ll judge you if I find out you like your hair pulled?”

You were a little surprised. “How did you know that?”

Harry shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

“Ugh, you know me too well.” You got comfortable on the bed and Harry moved to stand on his knees between your legs. He rested his hands on your knees.

“That I do, but I still don’t know where you draw the line.”

“Uhhh. I like dirty talk, but nothing degrading. Nothing rough. I don’t like pain.”

“I could have guessed that,” Harry chuckled.

“What about you? Any no-goes?”

“No, I’ve always really enjoyed wherever the act takes me,” he laughed.

“You’re such a man,” you joked.

Harry shrugged out of his unbuttoned shirt. “Do you…want me to play with you?”

“That feels a bit too intimate, don’t you think?”

“More intimate than sex? Not really. And unless you want to start this with no warmup all dr—”

“Okay. Uh, you could…you could touch me?”

“Sure.” He kissed your forehead and moved from between your legs to lay down beside you. He looked in your eyes as he rested his head on your pillow. He rubbed your stomach, just below your navel. When he moved his hand in gentle circles, his fingers grazing the waistband of your shorts.

“Wanna take these off?” His voice was soft and quiet.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your waist where Harry’s hands still laid. You lifted your hips to take off your shorts and underwear.

Harry groaned and looked back up at your face. “Can I go lower?”

You nodded, not saying a word. He slid his hands lower, barely grazing over your clit on his way to run his fingers between your folds. Your mouth fell open with a sharp intake of breath. His face mirrored yours, clearly drunk on your pleasure.

He played with you for a bit as both of you watched his fingers dip low to gather your arousal and bring it to your clit. He felt amazing. You closed your eyes and focused on your growing pleasure.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You opened your eyes and focused on his face. You could see his arm flexing out of the corner of your eye and it was driving you mad.

“It’s getting painful.” He chuckled uncomfortably.

“Fuck! Sorry!” You got up on your knees, forcing Harry to pull his hand away. “Lie back.”

Harry laid on his back and tucked an arm under his head, watching you.

“Can I take these off?” You kneeled between his legs with both hands on his pants.

“’Course.” He lifted his hips to help you take off his pajama pants. You tugged his pants all the way off of his legs. When you looked back up at him, he had his fingers pressed to his face. “You smell really good.”

You shuddered. It was always such a turn on when a partner enjoyed the smell of you. Without taking his eyes away from you he licked his fingers.

You let out a moan. “Really?”

“It’s a huge turn on for me.” Harry had a broad grin on his face.

“Me too. Never thought we’d know that about each other.”

Harry laughed, prompting you to laugh, too. When you felt a throbbing in your core you decided to get serious.

“Spit.” You held your hand out to his mouth. Harry furrowed his brows. “I mean, unless you like it dry.”

Without taking his eyes away from yours he sat up and spit in your hand. Jesus, that was hot. You brought your hand to the tip off his penis and began to rub him. Your other hand went between your legs to rub yourself. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back on the pillow. When he began to feel dry again you switched hands, bringing the hand covered in your arousal up to his dick.

Harry groaned loudly. “That is the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for me in bed.”

You smiled and hung your head. The feel of Harry’s dick in your hands was such a turn on and you could feel yourself getting closer to your release. You loved it when your partner moaned in bed, it was probably the sexiest thing a man could do in bed. Every sound that fell from Harry’s lips spurred you on.

“Ah—sh—it’s getting dry again.” Harry sat up on his elbows.

You nodded without a word and switched hands again, covering him in more of yourself.

“Y/N, are you still taking the pill?”

Both of your hands stopped moving. “Huh?”

“You’re still on the pill, right?”

“Yes. Yeah.” Your brain was too fuzzy with pleasure to figure out why he was asking.

“So, let’s like, actually do it.”

“Do you want to?” Your heart was still pounding in your chest. You could have come just like this, but you couldn’t turn down intertwining your bodies, feeling full.

“I think that’s pretty obviously a yes. You can feel how hard I am right now.”

You laughed and took your shirt off, just remembering it was still on when the fabric painfully rubbed against your nipples. Harry moaned at the sight of your bare breasts.

“Shit. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“At least you’ll remember seeing me naked now,” you laughed.

“I never forgot! I just said breasts don’t count.” He ran both hands down your sides. “You haven’t answered me yet.”

“Yes.”

“Regularly?”

You laughed remembering all the times he had to remind you to take your pills in the past. That was so long ago now; you had gotten much better at taking them regularly and on time. “Yes.”

“So, what’s stopping us then?” Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Nothing.”

Harry smiled before pressing his lips to yours. He guided you down on to your back and climbed between your legs again. His kisses trailed from your lips, down your neck, then to your chest. You relished the feeling of his lips on you and running your fingers through his hair. Damn, was he good in bed.

“I wanna try something.” Harry was breathing heavily.

“Anything.”

Harry wasted no time bringing his lips to his to your nipple causing you to cry out. He propped himself up on one arm and brought his hand between your legs. His fingers slid into you and his thumb rubbed your clit.

“Ah! Harry, that feels really good.”

“Good.” He pressed another kiss to your chest.

All too soon you felt that familiar tension building then spilling over. You had one of the best orgasms you’ve had in who knows how long.

Harry pulled his fingers from between your legs and brought them to his lips. Once he had sucked his fingers clean, he brought himself to your entrance. “You’re still okay with this?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought his body flush against your chest. He easily slid into you, filling you up. Harry pumped his hips, pulling in and out of you slowly while moaning. His breath on your neck was heavenly.

“Y/N, what’s your favorite position? What will make you come again?”

“I don’t know. A partner has never given me two in one go,” you answered.

“Jesus, Y/N. What kind of losers do you sleep with?”

You laughed but before you could even respond Harry had pulled out of you and was flipping you on to your stomach. He pulled your hips up just a bit so he could slide back in. He placed a hand on your ass and pushed you back down flat against the bed. His hand ran from your ass to your shoulder, massaging as he kissed the nape of your neck. With one last kiss he laid his body flat over yours.

“Cross your legs at the ankle and squeeze your legs together.”

You did as you were asked and thought you were going to come again. Your core was so tight he could barely move himself inside you. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped a hand between you and the bed to rub your clit. He continued to press soft kisses to your back as he slowly thrust in and out of you. You could feel how wet you were.

“Y/N, I’m close.”

“Harry, yes. Just use me.”

“No—ah, I need to see my girl’s face when I come. It’s kind of my thing.”

“Lie down,” you commanded.

Harry traded places with you then you grabbed his dick again and lined it up with your center. You sank down on him slowly, enjoying the sight of him coming unraveled.

He held on to your thighs until you placed both your hands over his and brought them to your breasts. “Keep touching me.”

Something about watching your chest rise and fall while you rocked your hips had Harry needing more. He grabbed you by the small of your back and pulled you close to him. He sat up and leveraged the headboard to thrust up into you, his hands back on your hips.

Eventually he felt the need to hold you even closer. He wrapped his arms around your torso and buried his face in your neck. When that wasn’t enough, he placed one hand on your ass helping you to grind into him. He brought his other hand up your spine and grasped the back of your neck.

“Y/N, quick—do I need to pull out?”

He sounded out of breath, and all wound up.

“No, Harry, just come.”

With that something in him snapped. He grabbed your head in both his hands, roughly dragging his thumbs over your lips. “Y/N, look at me.”

You grabbed his face too and held his stare as you felt his warm release spill inside you. He continued thrusting until he was spent, never letting go of your face. When he stilled, he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

He was the first to break the silence. “Well, that was quite something, huh?”

You laughed. “Jesus, Harry. You should just wife me right now because I don’t know how anything would ever feel that good ever again. You’ve ruined men for me so you should take some responsibility.”

Harry laughed that gorgeous full-chested laugh of his then tapped your thigh, indicating he wanted you to get off his lap. “Ah, careful, Y/N.” He was so sensitive over his penis sliding out of you. “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and laid down on the bed. You told yourself that in a second you would get up and clean yourself, but for right now, you just needed a minute to catch your breath.

Harry got out of bed and slipped his pants back on. His first stop was to the hall closet for a hand towel. Next, he went to the kitchen and filled two glasses with ice and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Honey from the freezer. He turned on the tap in the kitchen sink and waited for the water to warm up. While he waited, he grabbed a bar of dark chocolate, knowing you couldn’t handle straight alcohol without something sweet.

Harry grabbed a serving tray off the counter and loaded everything on it before checking the water temperature. It was warm enough to sting his hand – just the right temperature for you. He soaked the towel thoroughly then wringed it out, trying not to burn himself on the hot water. How you enjoyed water that hot was beyond him.

When he got back to the room you were still in bed.

“Here, take this.” Harry set the tray on the bed and handed you a glass of ice. He filled it with chilled whiskey.

“Thank you, Harry. That’s so thoughtful.” You took a sip and grimaced even though you enjoyed the flavor.

“But wait! That’s not even the best part yet!”

Harry pulled the warm damp cloth from the tray and grabbed you by the back of your leg, just under your knee. It was one of your sensitive spots and was almost enough to make you want round two. He began wiping your thighs and cleaning you up.

“Wow. Aftercare? I’m impressed, Har. You this nice to all your partners?”

“A few,” he smiled up at you when you brought your glass to his lips and tilted it to give him a drink. You watched his throat as he swallowed. “Usually, I wear a condom so there isn’t this big of a mess.”

“Just a few? Aren’t I lucky, then?”

“You got that right,” he winked. “Only the best from my best friend. Look!” Harry reached behind him then held up the bar of dark chocolate. “I even remembered that you can’t drink it straight without something sweet.”

You giggled. “Wow. VIP treatment tonight.”

Harry finished cleaning you up the chucked the towel into a hamper near the bathroom door. You sat up and poured him a glass which he gladly accepted then laid down. You broke off a piece of chocolate and held it out to him. He grabbed it with his mouth and thanked you.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” Harry asked even though his mouth was still full of chocolate.

You sat up and faced him. “Depends. Do you wanna stick close and go into town or do you want to take a little drive to the coast?”

“Mmmm. That’s a tough one. Why don’t we play it by ear?”

You playfully nudged him. “You mean you don’t have tomorrow all planned out already? Another?”

“Yes, please.” Harry held his mouth open waiting for another piece of chocolate.

“If we stay in town, we can go to that cute little restaurant we saw on the way up.” You tapped his shoulder as if it would jog his memory.

Harry nodded his head but otherwise stayed quiet. He finished his drink then set it down on the tray at the end of the bed.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I need another shower. I worked up a good sweat and now my skin feels all tight and sticky.”

“Can I join?”

“That depends. Are you going to want the temperature scalding hot?”

“Maybe. But I know you love it when someone washes your back for you.”

“Alright, you can come with. But I want you to scrub my back really well. Few minutes at least.” Harry had a playful look in his eyes.

“Deal.”

“Well alright then. Lead the way,” Harry followed behind you, watching as you opened the glass door to the spacious shower and turned on the water.

You stuck your hand under the water and looked at Harry. “This good?”

Harry leaned into the shower stall, a hand on the small of your back. “I guess. Unless you’re willing to turn it down just a tiny bit?”

“Not a chance.” You stepped into the shower under the stream of water. He always knew you were beautiful, but tonight was something else.

“You’re making me want another round,” Harry smiled as he slipped off his pants and stepped in the shower, closing the door behind him.

“Funny, I was thinking that earlier when you were cleaning me up.” You twirled your finger in a motion that asked him to turn around. “Pass me the body wash please.”

Harry passed the bottle and waited until he felt you press a soapy loofah to his back. You placed your other hand on his back to steady yourself as you ran the loofah over his back and sides.

“You know, that was pretty good for me, too. Maybe we can do it again. I mean, there’s no harm, right?”

“Yeah. Until one of us gets into a new relationship,” you agreed.

Harry laughed, “Why would I need someone else?”

You hit him on the back with the loofah before scrubbing him. “What do you mean? I’m not sleeping with you while you’re sleeping with someone else.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean, why would I need someone else when I have you? With you I have companionship, someone there when I need them. You give me advice and now I know that we can have some of the best sex I’ve ever had together? What more do I need? We already kind of plan our futures with the other in mind. So… why involve anyone else? I have it made now.”

Both of you laughed.

“Here. You finish up.” You handed him the loofah and grabbed the shampoo. You began to wash his hair.

“What about love? You can live without someone to romantically love?” You ran your fingers through his hair, cleaning his curly brown locks.

“I don’t know, Y/N. You keep screwing me like that I think I could get to romantic love. I already love you; I just need a couple more orgasms like that to tip me over the edge.”

You held his arms for stability as you bent forward laughing. He held you back and joined in your laughter.

“You’re terrible. Wash up.” You pushed him under the water and watched as he closed his eyes and washed the shampoo from his hair.

“’Kay, your turn.” Harry lathered his palms with shampoo and worked it into your hair by massaging your scalp. You hummed with pleasure, loving it when someone rubbed your head.

“Remember Adriana?”

You didn’t open your eyes to answer him, “Of course. You were crazy about her.”

“I was. But we agreed we weren’t the best for each other.” Harry began to clean the rest of his body. “We actually argued once because she thought we were too close.”

“Sorry, Harry. She wasn’t too far off the mark, though. I mean, look at our history. And then this evening—” You trailed off not finishing your thought.

“Can’t argue that,” Harry chuckled.

Harry placed a hand on your waist to trade places with you so you could rise off.

“I think I’m good without a girlfriend. How about you? Think you’ll get back into the dating game?”

“I don’t know.” You turned to look at Harry. “Done?”

“Yeah. I’ll grab our towels.”

You turned off the water and Harry took a step outside of the shower stall and handed you a towel.

You continued your thought as you dried yourself. “I mean, I think I’m good for now. You’re right that we already have a lot of the components that make a relationship fulfilling. I wouldn’t mind exploring a more physical relationship with you because I already know I can be open and trust you.”

Harry grinned from ear to ear. “I’m always right.”

You playfully smacked his chest and moved past him out of the shower.

“Love you, Y/N.”

You smiled at him but didn’t say it back.

“Y/N! I said I love you.”

Again, you didn’t respond, only nodding. You knew Harry could not handle it when you didn’t say it back.

“Y/N! Say it back!”

Instead, you wrapped the towel around you tighter and scurried back to bed.

“Brat! Come here and say it back to me!”

Harry followed after you and grabbed you with both arms causing you to yelp. He pinned you to the bed and tickled you.

“Say it back, Y/N. Say you love me back and you can end this.”

“Harry, please!” You cried out between giggles.

“Just say it. Three words and I’ll let you go.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“Wrong.” He wrapped your hair around his hand to expose your neck. He blew raspberries on the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“Okay, fine! I love you! Are you happy now? Shit!”

Harry playfully pushed your head into the bed and rolled off of you.

You acted mad but Harry knew better. “Was that so hard?”

“No, but I can’t let you have everything so easily. Someone has to keep you in check.”

“So like you. Difficult for no reason.” Harry winked but you still threw a pillow at him.

“You sleeping here?” You had already hung your towel up in the bathroom and crawled in bed again.

“Might as well. I’m already here, right?” He got in bed and pulled the blankets up to his waist. “Do you mind if I sleep naked?”

“I don’t think that after today you ever have to ask that question again.”

Harry chuckled. “Come here. Since we’re being touchy feely, I want to cuddle you in my sleep.”

You scooted closer and relaxed into his arms, your back against his warm chest. He swung a leg over your legs.

“Don’t get upset when my morning wood pokes you.”

“Harry! You’re terrible! Go to bed.”

“Y/N? Wake up. Your breakfast is gonna get cold.”

You opened your eyes to see that Harry had made omlettes with the leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“See, this is why I took the room with the view. I had tea in my room and still had time to make breakfast before you woke up. You missed a hell of a view.”

You smiled, and looked over at the clock and saw it wasn’t yet 9:00. “Dude, it’s still so early, I’m sure the view is just as nice now as whenever the hell you woke up.”

“You’re something else. Scoot over, would you?” He got in bed and handed you a plate then grabbed his from the bedside table.

When breakfast was done you put the dishes in the kitchen then brushed your teeth. You had yet to get dressed after last night’s shower.

“Hey, Y/N? I’m feeling very frustrated again.”

You laughed, “are you now?”

“Come here.” Harry patted the bed beside him.

When you came near enough, he placed a hand on the side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You laid on the bed next to him and he immediately brought a hand between your legs.

“Are you always so eager?” You smirked at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“You have no idea. You better get used to it. Especially if you insist on walking around with nothing on.”

Any response you had dried in your throat. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything else other than the growing pleasure between your legs.

“Y/N. I want to try something with you.”

Harry looked at you nervously, but you only smiled. “Anything.”

“You’re going to regret having said that,” Harry said with a mischievous grin. He laid down on his stomach between your legs. “Still with me?”

“Yes.” You could barely breathe. The anticipation only made you more wet.

Harry wrapped his hands around your thighs and began to kiss your legs, making his way to your core. You let out a low, breathy moan. Even when he was teasing Harry was amazing. Without warning he licked your folds, causing you to cry out. He sucked on your clit before lapping up more of your arousal. He added his fingers and slowly pumped in and out of you, watching you squirm.

“Harry. Come here. I need to feel you.” You ran your hands through his hair.

Harry seemed to be ignoring you. He licked at your insides while he continued to pump his fingers. You caught how he was grinding his hips on the bed and felt a shiver run through your body.

“I’m so close,” you panted.

Harry moaned in response then brought his thumb up to rub your clit. His tongue was still lapping at your folds and licking your insides. Before long you felt yourself shaking as you climaxed.

When your legs had stopped trembling Harry climbed up your body. He kissed you deeply and pressed his body to yours, grinding against your hips. You were so slick he plunged into you without having to guide himself into you.

“You feel so good, Y/N. I’m never leaving this spot between your legs.”

As Harry pumped into you, you thrust to meet his hips. Deep and desperate moans filled the room along with the sounds of your bodies slapping together and the bed creaking.

“Fuck, I’m getting close.”

You wrapped your arms around him in response and dug your heels into his ass in an attempt to bury him deeper within you.

“Y/N, do I have to pull out?” Harry was panting, not slowing his pace at all.

“Inside. Always inside. Give me everything you got.”

With that, Harry came. He drained himself inside of you, his hips only slowing to a stop when he became too sensitive. Harry kissed you with a big smile on his face then laid down next to you. He rubbed your lower stomach—something you could get used to.

“You know, if we keep going raw like that we’re going to end up with an unplanned pregnancy. Especially with how forgetful you are with your meds.”

You smacked his chest playfully. “Hey! I am so much better now. It’s been ages since I’ve forgotten.”

Harry smiled and kissed you on your forehead.

“We should probably invest in condoms. I’m going to want to do this all the time. We could put them on an auto delivery.” You giggled and interlaced your fingers with Harry’s.

“Yeah. I’ll look into it as soon as we get back home.” Harry fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. “Or I could just get a vasectomy. Unless you want kids. Do you want kids?”

“Harry!” You burst out laughing. “We just started this…friends with benefits thing yesterday. Now you’re talking about vasectomies and children?”

“It’s a conversation we should have if we’re going to be sleeping together. Have you changed your mind since the last time we talked about kids?”

“You’re right,” you sighed. “Uh, no. I haven’t changed my mind.”

“Well, your whole ‘if it happens, it happens’ stance is not a solid plan.” He laughed before kissing your forehead. “Such a wishy-washy approach could make things difficult later if something unplanned does happen.”

“What would you do if we go back home, and a couple weeks from now I miss my period. What do you want? Could you raise a kid with your best friend?”

“Absolutely. We’d be great parents.”

“Be serious!” You laughed, causing Harry to laugh too. You cuddled up to him and rested your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a loving squeeze.

“So, we actively take steps to make sure it doesn’t happen. Which may or may not include a vasectomy so I can keep enjoying you without a barrier between us.”

“Sounds like a solid plan.”

“But it still doesn’t address the unplanned. What’s our move then?”

“Um…then we have a child. We raise it with all the love we can.”

“I can handle that.”

Harry rested his head against yours and went quiet again. You were rubbing his arm when Harry blurts out, more to himself than to you, “what if we just get married now?”

“The fuck is going on in your head that that is where you ended up?”

“No, listen. I’ve been telling you for years your insurance is too expensive, whereas mine is quite reasonable. If we do become parents-to-be it would be so much cheaper and convenient to have you on my insurance plan.”

“So, I’ll join your insurance plan. Why do I have to marry you for that?”

“Because I don’t have the option to add best friends to my plan. Immediate family only like spouses.”

“Okay, well, if that happens Vegas is only a 6-hour drive from home. We’ll get married and I’ll get on your insurance plan. Deal?”

“Deal.” He snuggled you closer.

“You know, if this is your idea of pillow talk, I no longer wonder why your relationships haven’t worked out.”

Harry playfully shoved your face away onto your own pillow. “Brat.”

“Damn. Maybe we should get married. Think of what we’d save not paying for two mortgages.”

“Now you’re talking. I’ll start planning the wedding.” Harry chuckled then winked at you.

“You should probably start planning for a future where I leave you and move across the country because you drive me insane.”

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You looked up at him expectantly.

“Shower first?”

“Fine. But this time you have to scrub my back!”