bestfriends (h.s. au)

4. BEGGING.*

The past month had been blissful to say the least. It was almost like Willa and Harry had gone back to normal—just with the added flirting, some soft touching and perhaps a few kisses here and there. To say Willa had caught feelings would be an understatement. Always the hopeless romantic who wore her heart on her sleeve, the feelings developed fast.

Willa had now been sitting, drinking wine with Alex and Hayden whilst they all talked about everything in their lives. She was lucky that Hayden was one of her best friends too, it made it easy for the three of them to all hang out some nights.

"So Wils, how are things at work?" Hayden asked while bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips, "Good and hard, as always. Working around cancer isn't always that easy, especially considering I have a new patient with the same cancer my father had." She pursed her lips after taking a sip of wine. Her last sentence was curt, the mention of her dad always being a sensitive one.

Willa had never been the one to divulge in her personal life, even with Alex and Hayden—Alex even knowing her father and him being a second dad to her. Nonetheless, the couple knew not to press on the work subject any harder, "I see. But you're still making time for Harry, yeah?" The redness flaring up on her pale cheeks answered the question but of course, she responded with a simple, "Yes."

The trio spent another hour, casually sipping wine before Willa excused herself out of the apartment. She had planned to go to Harrys earlier that day but seeing as she lacked time with her two bestfriends, she told him she'd be there later. Harry, being the calm and casual guy he was, understood and even offered to raincheck for the night but Willa refused. She missed him, even though it had only been two days.

It only took 20 minutes to get to Harrys, the excited blonde hurrying up to the door of his large house and knocking. As if he'd been waiting behind the door, it opened almost instantaneously and Willa was engulfed in a hug. It was familiar and warm. Comfortable, to say the least. She had grown fond of his scent, just as he had with hers. Her arms wrapped tightly around Harry while she giggled, "Harry!" She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he released her slightly.

A frown formed on Harrys lips, "Not the right place to kiss me, love." Humor was laced throughout his tone as Willa smiled, leaning in and gently kissing his lips. Typically their kisses were short but this time, neither of them made an effort to pull away. Harry let his hands rest on Willas waist and Willa had wrapped her arms around Harrys neck as their lips moved perfectly insync.

The kiss did not take long to get heated, the pent up frustration from both of them causing the two to quickly make it upstairs to Harrys bedroom—Harry now hovering over Willa while her back laid against the bed and her legs were slightly spread to let him rest comfortably. Butterflies erupted in her stomach. She had wanted this to happen for a while now but hadn't pushed it.

Willa soon found herself melting under Harrys hands as they explored her body, "Such a pretty body, Wil. It's all mine, isn't it?" His voice had dropped and was filled with nothing but lust as a needy whimper slipped past her plump pink lips, "Yes. All yours." She curtly replied, knowing her voice would give away exactly how she was feeling if she had continued speaking.

A smirk had formed on Harrys face as his lips now trailed to her neck and his hand pushed its way between the pretty girls legs, rubbing over the lace fabric beneath her skirt that covered her most intimate place. Whether it had been the fact she had been craving him for months or the lack of touch for months was beyond her, but she was dripping, "Such a needy baby." Harry spoke into her neck, nibbling on her skin that would be sure to leave a mark by the next day.

Discarding her shirt and continuing to kiss down her body, Willa felt as if Harry was worshiping her. The moment he saw her breasts spilling out of the lace bra, a soft "Fucking hell," escaped his lips as he kissed down. Now there he laid, between her legs and licking over her inner thighs close to where she needed him the most was killing her, "Harry, please." She softly begged, seeing a smirk spread across his face, "What do you need from me, angel?" His fingers were now tugging the soaked panties off and letting them drop on the floor, "Touch me. Anything." She breathed out.

Moments later, Harrys tongue was licking flat up her slit, collecting her arousal on his tongue while his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently. Willas thighs pressed against his cheeks and sweet moans slipped past her lips as Harry had buried his face between her legs and lapped at her as if his life depended on it—as if she was his last meal, "You taste so good, Willa." He spoke before his tongue found her again.

Him being between her legs didn't last long, the pair needing something more. Willas hands worked fast at undoing the belt and button that kept Harry constricted. Tugging down his briefs and jeans, Harry almost immediately pushed into the small girl he had called his bestfriend for months now. Willa gasped and gripped at his arms while he sunk into her, "Fuck, Wil, you're so tight for me." He moaned out.

The thrusts started out slow and gentle while she adjusted to his size before Harry was thrusting into her rough and fast while the only sound in the room were their moans, breathing and the slapping skin, "Harry!" Willa desperately moaned as she grew closer to her climax, "Almost, baby. Wait for me." He spoke as his lips kissed and sucked at her neck. He pounded into her faster until the two of them reached their orgasm at the same time, riding it out together.

Cuddled into eachother, Harry fell asleep first while running his hand through Willas hair. Willa fell asleep, a soft smile on her face while she held tightly onto him.