“O-oh god…” your words fall from your lips as a soft, slurred moan, legs tightening around my waist. “H-harry.”

“Shit—yeah?” I purr, my own voice slightly slurred while I feel myself sinking into you inch by inch. “S’good? F-fuuuck.”

You and I have been best mates for years, now going to the same uni in London and sharing a dorm, we’ve stayed as close as we’ve always been. A lot of people say ‘girls and boys can’t be friends’ we prove that wrong. Always been platonic.

Nothings ever happened between us.

Well… until now.

We’ve been at Niall’s party tonight, both of us drunk as fuck, a few lines and spliffs into the night. I always want a shag when I’m like this, so do you clearly.

We’ve decided we’d just fuck each other because it’s easier than going to find someone else. Also the fact that we share a dorm we were both going back to anyways also made it convenient. It’s no secret that most girls at that party would fuck me, but I’m too drunk to flirt or charm anyone. Thank god you had this idea.

We’re twenty now and being best friends since we were around nine years old has given us the impression we could fuck and it not be awkward, and not have any underlying meaning. There’s no feelings, not like that. We’re basically just doing each other a favour by having a drunk and high sloppy, lazy shag.

Is it weird? Yes. Do I care? No.

My thrusts are uncoordinated and messy, our chests nearly pressed together. “We’re fuckin’ idiots, y’know that?” I slur, my breath hot on your face as we’re almost nose to nose.