#fwb!harry

summary: harry comes and helps you during exam week at college with a happy twist

warnings: none?

pairing: fwb to lovers! + hockey player!arry (college based)

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“No”

“I didn’t even say anything yet”

“Harry….”

The person who you were trying to avoid this whole week was leaning against your dorm room door frame with a huge smirk across his face

and his pretty dimples out in the open

You groaned and rolled your eyes “I already know what you want, and it’s not gonna be with me tonight. Go find some other girl to fuck, i on the other hand am busy”. He hummed crossing his arms giving you that oh so deceiving look with his eyes. “Busy with what exactly” you opened your door more widely to point across the room to your bed that is littered with text books and flash cards, highlights scattered on the floor from you stress throwing and your trash can filled to the brim with paper balls.

“I can help” he smiled widely “And what’s your idea of helping? Sitting there and looking pretty?” His eyebrow rose “You think I’m pretty?” his smirk was bigger than ever “Are you gonna help or not because I have a big exam this week and I’m not gonna let anything distract me from it, especially you” his smirk faded into a more serious expression and walked into your room, setting his bag on the floor and flopping onto your bed, patting the spot next to him “Well, aren’t you going to study” rolling your eyes you shut the door behind you

this was going to be an eventful night

As surprising as it seems, Harry was actually the most helpful, didn’t even crack a sex joke in the past hour, which would immediately earn him a gold star in your book. “Another correct! see, you’re going to ace this” you gripped your hair roughly “But what if I don’t, what if all of this becomes pointless by the end of the day, what if I choke and waste time, and what if-“ the feeling of soft lips hits your quickly, with Harry’s hand wrapped around your neck “Stop over thinking this….you’re gonna do great, you’re my smart girl” his voice was soft, Harry’s voice has different levels, in the matter of different situations yet he always was like this with you, never lying to get this end of the bargain, always bringing you snacks after the end of your classes to make sure your well nourished, filling up your water bottle up even when it’s halfway.

You didn’t understand what was going on between the two of you, neither did he. But ever since 5 months ago, he’s been following you around like a puppy dog at you beck and call, being named the campus play boy he’s quite the opposite once you get to know him

Smart girl. That’s what he’s been calling you since your first met in English class, at first you though he was just another jock who needed help with his work and you’d be paid off to get it done for him but once you were assigned as partners for a project, you met another side of him not many get to see, not even his hockey team mates.

You slowly started hooking up 3 months in, what became weird was the looks you’ve been getting

why would anyone like him be with someone like you, with the pressure of not being good enough and exam week beating your ass, you couldn’t face him anymore

“Why have you been dodging me like the plague” you lips parted them quickly shut, not willing to give him a full answer “I can’t Harry” you sighed not even daring to meet his eyes. His hands went up to your face, moving it to where you can face him “Talk to me” those eyes….always getting you every time.

“I don’t know how to live up to your level, you’re so close to going pro, you were raised up in the suburbs, never having to worry about the things where I’m-“ his thumb crossed over your lips “You’re perfect, that’s what you are. You’re enough, doesn’t matter what people say, you’re it for me. Once you’re my girl officially, you won’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll take care of you.” He brought you in closer, nudging your noses together “Harry” he hummed “What my love, hmm?” you peppered kisses softly all over his cheeks “Is this your way of telling me you like me?” He laughed lowly “Was bringing you snacks after class, checking up on you when you’re having a bad day, bringing you coffee every morning and dodging every girl on this campus to rush over here to fuck you not enough to tell you that I’m obsessed with you?” you shrugged and joke “Mm I don’t know, you probably say that to all your other hook ups” he hummed and nodded

“I haven’t been with anyone else but you since the day we met” you smiled looking down and messed with your cuticles “Not me, Me and Niall…damn does that guy know how to-ow!” Harry pinched you “That’s not funny” you smiled laughing almost out of breathe “Mm it was pretty funny, especially seeing you already planning in your head on how to murder Niall”

He kissed you deeply with a strong grip on your waist and neck “Mine, My smart girl” he grumbled between kisses, you giggled brushing his cheek with the pad of your thumb softly “M’yours Harry”

“Good, now that that’s settled let’s go get something to eat” he smacked your ass as you both got off the bed “I need to eat before I fuck you” you scoffed and laughed “And you just decided that on your own just now” you picked up your bag, putting it over your shoulder “Mhm” he grabbed his keys and motioned you out the door.

you got it

“Ye’ didn’t tell me it was a dinner date,” Harry tells you, placing the bag of Chinese food on your dining room table, just as you slip into the seat next to him, an oversized t-shirt covering your body and a towel on the top of your head.

“I didn’t think it was any of your business,” You tell him, rummaging through the bag to find the noodles you’ve been craving.

For some reason, the answer angers Harry a little bit and he tries to hide it, but the way his jaw instantly clenches and his fingers fiddle with his rings, you know something is up. “Did ye’ tell him about me?” He asks.

“No, why would I?” You ask, still not looking up to meet his eyes, even though you can feel his eyes piercing into the side of your head. “Did you not get me a fork?”

He huffs, standing from his seat and letting the screech of the wood scraping against the floor almost deafen you.

He soon returns with two forks and a much more cool demeanour, after allowing himself to calm down for a second and gulp back a glass of water.

However, he doesn’t sit in his seat, he stands behind you, leaning his palms on the marble table so he can dip his head down and pepper kisses across your neck.

You quickly move away from his lips and place your hand on his arm to give some sort of silent warning. “Can’t, I’m on my period.” With a fork in hand and your noodles in front of you, you do your best to ignore his presence.

“S’never stopped us before,” Harry grumbles, watching the way you unintentionally lean back to mould yourself into his chest, head nestled right where his butterfly tattoo would be if his sweater wasn’t in between the both of you. “You’re not seriously thinking about a second date with that twat, are you?” He asks, moving his hand to push your hair back.

“So what if I am?” You hum, hiding back a smirk by stuffing your mouth with noodles.

You hear the rumble coming from Harry’s chest and the atmosphere is thick. He’s leaning down to let his breath fan against the shell of your ear. “Can he fuck ye’ like I can?” He whispers, sucking at the skin below your ear, the sweetest spot that makes you whimper.

“Harry—“

“Does his cock make ye’ squirt like mine does?” He asks.

“It’s—“

“I bet he doesn’t know how much ye’ love t’be treated like a dirty little slut, huh?”

That’s where you give in and he hears your shaky sigh. “You’re an ass.” You tell him and he let out that evil but angelic, but also sort of an amused chuckle. “I invited you to eat and watch a movie.”

“Y’know you wouldn’t have kept your hands to yourself anyway.” He reminds you of the many times you’ve always jumped on him, not even 30 minutes into film night.

With a roll of your eyes, you finally spin your body around to look him in the eyes for the first time since he got to your place. “20 minutes in the shower and that’s all you’re getting.” You tell him.

“Ye’ know I could make you cum in 5.” Cocky son of a bitch.