#roommate!Harry

[1d1195]

Independent

~10.6k words

From me: I know it's a long one, but it's a one-shot.

Warnings: angst, fluff. I've got about a thousand tropes in this one. Coworker Harry, Roommate Harry, love at first sight, he falls first and harder, one bed if you squint.

Summary: “Go on a date with me,” he groaned.

“Because of the cookies?”

“No! Well, yes. Right now, yes, because of the cookies. But s’not usually because of cookies.”

She laughed. “I don’t date, Harry.”

Harry was tall, with soft brown locks that begged to have fingers run through them, and cool green eyes that reminded her of the sage green bridesmaid’s dress she wore to one of her friends’ weddings the year before. He wore a dark purple button down with sleeves rolled up revealing a bunch of tattoos on his left arm but only a few on the right. His voice was melodic. Smooth, like he was going to sing her a lullaby and warm like it could toast a marshmallow.

Her group chat with a couple of her office friends had been buzzing the moment Harry took residence at the desk across the aisle and one row ahead of her.

Holy fuck. Val texted. Office eye candy 😍

Do you hear that thundering sound? That’s my heart 😍 Rachel continued.

She smirked at the desks, shaking her head.

Don’t shake your head. Say something! At least you’re single, you have a chance! Val sent the messages in quick succession, making her desk partner, Hunter, look at her curiously each time it vibrated.

“Do you have an emergency?” He asked her.

She shook her head. “Nope,” she smiled. “Not at all.”

*

Harry met her and asked her out on the very first day he started his new job. They both worked in an office. Their desks only a short distance apart while they worked together. He assumed there were no rules against dating as there were several married couples within the office as he quickly found out from the shared last names and wedding photos of his coworkers lining one another’s desks.

It seemed, as long as it didn’t interfere with their work, there was no issue.

Which was fine by Harry.

He was happy to ogle her all day long and he would spoil her rotten outside of work. “Hi, m’Harry,” Harry took his opportunity to introduce himself when everyone else left for their lunch hour and she was finishing something up. Leaving them alone in the office. Harry analyzed her desk as quickly as he could.

Their office was wide open with desks back-to-back nearly identical on either side with a long aisle leading to the office of their boss at the back of the room. Her desk faced the front of the room while Harry’s faced his boss’ office. He was on the opposite side of the room, and he had a great view all day long to watch her profile as she worked. Her hair was half up, her beautiful eyes hidden behind glasses, and her mouth set in concentration as she focused on her tasks. He couldn’t see her whole body, but he watched her pull her sandy colored cardigan around her white shirt multiple times that morning, like she was chilled by the air conditioner. His eyes were drawn to her. Like she was a lighthouse, and he was out at sea. All he wanted to do was watch her, keep an eye on her, and admire how stunning she was.

She had a little plant near her window—a bunch of red poppies wrapped up in a burlap vase, tied with a red bow. He couldn’t tell if it was fake or not, but he suspected it was. There was a picture of a large group of friends right by her monitor where she was off to the side in it, one of her girlfriends had an arm around her. Her stationery was cool tones of blues, greens, and purples. Her handwriting was scribbled on a calendar in front of her and he thought the way she curved her L’s was loopy and pretty beyond belief and he wished he had one in his name just to see how it looked. But it made him want to know how she would write his name anyway. There was a date at the end of September that was marked with a heart and he wondered why. Was it an anniversary? A birthday? Or the day her favorite movie came out?

A book sat on the windowsill, and he wondered when she had the time to read it during the day or maybe it was a security blanket kind of thing. There were two paper trays stacked on top of one another to organize her work and sticky notes all over her monitor and desk with ideas, reminders, and even a couple that said things like, “we love you” and “you’re so sweet.”

“Hi, Harry,” she smiled up at him to introduce herself. “Welcome to the team, are you having a good first day?”

He nodded, smiled a little brighter and dove right in. “I think m’in love with you,” she released a laugh that was so unbelievably beautiful Harry thought it sealed the deal. “I wouldn’t laugh, kitten. M’serious,” he frowned with faux sadness. He knew he was being a tad bit ridiculous. Maybe it wasn’t right to say it while they were alone, but he didn’t want to say it in front of everyone either. Hopefully he could convince her he was harmless, even if what he said was true.

Her cheeks reddened and she smiled. “That’s... very forward,” she reminded him. “And you don’t know me.”

“I know,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I was going t’hold off on saying it until tomorrow, but m’unable t’contain it. You’re very beautiful and everyone seems t’go t’you when they need help, so I imagine you’re a lovely person,” he pointed at the sticky note that said we love you once more. She snickered again and looked away covering one cheek with her hand. “M’going t’go t’lunch before I embarrass myself further, but I jus’ wanted to tell you,” he shrugged, stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned toward the exit.

“Nice meeting you Harry,” she called after him a smile on her lips.

He grinned and turned briefly to wave before he exited. “Don’t forget t’eat, kitten,” he called.

*

But now that Harry admitted he was in love with her, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched while she worked. Her eyes darted to his side of the room often trying to see if he was staring at her. He wasn’t each time which only made her feel guilty and worse. Maybe her standoffish disposition deterred him rapidly. It was probably for the best, anyway. For a lot of reasons.

Was it disappointment she was feeling from his lack of attention? That didn’t seem right.

“Harry!” Val called from behind her. “Are you enjoying your first day?”

“Immensely,” did his eyes drift over to her and her desk? She stared at her screen pretending to work while she listened.

“Did you just move to town?” Rachel was much further towards the front of the room. He turned to give her his full attention. It made her heart skip a beat with how kind it was. His politeness was a massive turn on.

Even if she wasn’t going to let herself admire Harry from across the way just because they worked together.

“I did, m’actually looking for a place t’live if y’know of any places. M’at a hotel until m’on m’feet.”

Her heart started beating about two hundred times a minute because she knew what was going to happen before it did. She could feel the bubbling excitement from her friends on either end of the room. “Mary Poppins has a room!” Rachel shouted.

Her cheeks turned bright red.

“Her roommate just moved in with her boyfriend like last week! How perfect is that, Mary? You were all worried about finding a normal roommate. I even did his background check, so I know he’s good to go!”

Harry chuckled. “Um... who’s Mary Poppins?”

The whole office giggled. “Miss Poppins, did you not introduce yourself?” Someone else called. Hunter snickered across from her and she glared at him.

This was mortifying. Wasn’t this supposed to be a mortifying day for Harry? His first day and all? How come she was being teased? She took a deep breath and turned from her monitor to make direct eye contact with Harry who was already looking at her. Like he knew exactly who Mary Poppins was without his coworkers needing to tell him. “It’s a two-bedroom apartment. One bath. There’s a nice kitchen, all new appliances.”

Harry’s jaw dropped as she spoke. Like he was surprised it really was her. “Val looks like she’s going to bounce out of her seat,” Hunter smirked as he whispered under his breath to her while she tried not to panic at the thought of living with someone so unbelievably attractive and just admitted he was in love with her.

“Tell him about your living room!” Val sounded like she was bouncing.

“Water’s included.”

“She’s the cutest interior designer. It’s so homey it feels like a warm hug when you walk in. Like living with a rom-com character,” Rachel continued.

“Rent would be about twelve hundred,” she ignored her so-called friends.

“She bakes something once a week too, so it always smells like sugar and Christmas. It’s seriously the coziest place I’ve ever been,” Val kept going.

“In-unit washer and dryer.”

“Then she brings whatever she makes for all of us here to devour. It’s incredible,” Rachel’s sentiment was answered with a hum of agreement from the rest of her coworkers. She even heard someone say remember her apple turnover pastries?

“You get your own parking spot,” she tilted her head and looked at the ceiling to see if there was anything else she had forgotten. “I think that’s it,” she met Harry’s eyes once more, holding his gaze briefly before she turned back to her monitor.

“Harry you should totally move in, you will fall in love with the place.”

“M’sure I would,” he chuckled. “Could I see it sometime?” He asked. His attention never strayed from her face. She could sense his gaze on the side of her cheek the whole time her friends embarrassed the crap out of her. “Whenever you’re free. Doesn’t have t’be today.”

“Today’s fine!” Rachel assured him. “She doesn’t do anything on Mondays.”

She rolled her eyes. “Today is fine,” she repeated and smiled sweetly. She scribbled on a sticky note and headed to his desk to drop the address off with him. Then she made her way toward the restroom because she needed to get out of the room. Needed away from everyone teasing her good-naturedly.

But mostly so she could keep herself from telling Harry that she was quite, very possibly, in love with him as well.

*

True to her friends’ words, the place was cozy as hell. There was a basket of throw blankets next to a sofa that looked like it was comfier than his bed currently in his storage unit. Artwork dotted the walls, board games stowed below her TV, and curtains pulled back from the windows letting in the afternoon sunlight. It felt like a home.

There were three boxes in the middle of the living room between the coffee table and the TV, but it was otherwise spotless. “You’re very clean.”

She nodded. “I know, I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “Y’don’t need t’apologize,” he put his hands in his pockets, so he didn’t do something crazy like hold her hand.

“I don’t want you to think I’m crazy, is all. You can be... messy... I won’t have a freak out or anything. Unless you leave food in the sink then we get bugs. Then I’ll be kind of freaked out.”

He laughed. “I wouldn’t do that. I like t’think m’pretty clean myself,” he assured her. “I also...” he took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head. “Y’friends kinda put y’on the spot. I know what I admitted at lunch was kinda out of... out of the blue,” he bit his lip. “Y’don’t have t’feel obligated t’house me.”

“I don’t,” she promised. “I need a roommate and like Val said,” she shrugged. “She did your background check so I assume you won’t kill me, probably. At least not because you’re a serial killer. Maybe because I’m too clean.”

He shook his head with a smile on his lips making the most adorable dimple dent his cheek. She wanted to stick her tongue in it. “Thank you, m’really appreciative.”

She smiled. “You’re welcome, Harry. Sorry we’ll be around each other a lot.”

That didn’t seem like a bad thing at all. “I think it’ll be okay. We didn’t really talk much today,” he shrugged. “If y’get sick of me, m’sure I can find another place t’live,” he winked.

She rolled her eyes. “Won’t be necessary. But okay,” she sighed. “You can move in whenever,” she grabbed her keys from the breakfast bar where she ate most of her meals and pulled a key off the ring and handed it to him. “I have a second job some nights, but if you give me a heads up, I can help you move your stuff.”

“S’very kind of you, kitten, but y’don’t need t’do that. M’not going t’have all that much stuff. M’friend Louis lives not too far from here. He’ll come help me.”

“Offer stands,” she assured him.

Harry’s eyes scanned the room again and landed on the three boxes once more. “Are those your old roommate’s boxes?” He asked.

She nodded. “Two of them. I’m supposed to bring them to her, but they’re super heavy so I’m like... working up my mental and physical strength to bring them to my car. It’s going to be two trips and I’m just being a little lazy about it.”

“I can bring them down,” he grabbed one. It was definitely heavy. It was evident Harry had defined biceps and triceps practically outlined by the pretty purple button down, but it was manageable for him while a struggle for her. “Still probably two trips,” he nodded.

“Oh, I can take—”

“No, no,” he shook his head. “Don’t want you t’hurt yourself. Let me,” he offered and snagged her car keys off the counter.

“Oh, thank you that’s... thank you,” she swallowed, feeling grateful.

“Not a problem,” he assured her and left immediately.

When he returned after putting the second box in her car to return her keys, she had opened the third box and begun laying out a bunch of fall items to decorate their place. “Do you mind decorations?”

“Of course not,” he smiled. “Can I help?”

She blinked at him and tilted her head. “Um... I can handle it. If you need to pack or go... get dinner or something.”

“M’fine,” he smiled, setting her keys on the counter and glanced around the room. He noted there were hooks screwed into the wall at various points. “Can I hang something for you? M’good for height.”

Harry wasn’t that much taller than her, she was definitely taller than the average woman, but it still meant she needed to drag out a stepstool when she wanted to put up her art and decorations. “That would be awesome,” she nodded. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem, kitten,” he smiled.

*

Harry had a dreamy smile on his face as they talked and got to know one another. He hadn’t brought up that he was in love with her. Nor did he make her feel the least bit uncomfortable. Like it had never happened.

Why did it feel like she was disappointed about the prospect of that?

Maybe he wasn’t in love with her. Maybe the initial reaction of seeing someone roughly the same age as him at work made his senses a bit wild for a moment.

No. She wasn’t disappointed. Everything about Harry being in love with her would be a recipe for disaster and it was for the best that he didn’t fall in love with her.

It was just something a little bit out of the blue to say to the only person who was single in the office. Everyone had a significant other they had met within the office or elsewhere. She was the last single person. The same was true with her friend group as well. Everyone in her life had been paired off except for her.

He was her coworker. He was going to be her roommate.

But right as he left, he sent her heart into a frenzy. They were by the door. She wanted to make sure he got to his car safely even though it was a safe neighborhood. It was just the way she was. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asked.

She stared at him in shock, her lips parting like she was mid-sentence, and he had interrupted. “Seriously?” She giggled reflexively, but her cheeks felt hot. They had a lovely evening together getting to know each other. Harry helped with all the decorations and yes, in its own way it was a bit intimate. But he couldn’t possibly think that it was a good idea to date his roommate.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Harry, I can’t date my roommate.”

“Pretty sure s’how most rom-coms start,” he smiled. “S’okay. I’ll ask again later. Have a nice night,” he grinned with a wave and walked toward his car. Leaving her jaw slack, as she watched her roommate head off into the night.

*

Harry moved in later that week. He asked her to come with him to his storage unit to see if there was anything she would want in the apartment, but she had pretty much everything. It seemed silly to bring a double of everything when she owned all of it already.

But Harry would forever be grateful and indebted to his sister for her kindness as he watched her examine some of his belongings. One in particular caught her eye making him think that he had won the lottery with how excited she was.

She couldn’t believe Harry had a stand mixer and she was nearly in awe of all the attachments to help bake and cook easier. “I’ve always wanted one of these. They’re so expensive,” she blinked. “How do you have one?”

“M'sister got one when she got married,” he explained. “But she doesn’t bake and said it was taking up space in her kitchen.”

“Can we bring it to the apartment? Do you mind?”

The way her eyes lit up at the sight of it? Pure joy and happiness? Yeah. It was going to the apartment. If he ever moved out, he would probably leave it with her too just so she could always look that happy. “Course. Anything else?”

She looked around the organized storage room sifting through the items in different bins while Harry searched for some of his own trinkets that he thought he would want after his initial move. His room and bathroom items had already been moved in with the help of Louis. “This is stunning,” her voice full of awe once more, grabbing a print from behind a shelf. Harry wasn’t sure where it was from. He thought his mum purchased it to make his old place feel like home. “This would look amazing in the living room.”

“Bring it,” he smiled. She tucked it under her arm and continued searching. Harry grabbed a few more odds and ends and she plucked out a few more things she thought would work with the apartment’s décor and mainly helpful kitchen tools.

“It’s your place too, Harry,” she reminded him. “Is there anything you want there?”

He smiled, shook his head. “Y’seem t’have everything, kitten. M’not picky.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a guest,” she pouted. “Like you should bring these,” she gestured to pictures of his friends and family in a bin. “I can move some of mine to my room so you can put them up.”

He grinned. “Sure,” he shrugged. “If y’think s’what I should do.”

“Alright, could we come back in a few weeks and see if there’s anything else you want once you’re settled a bit?”

“Course.”

They gathered as much as they could, Harry would have to come back for the stand mixer. Harry closed the trunk and moved to open the passenger door for her before her hand fully pulled it out of the way. He waited until she was tucked into the seat safely and he handed her the car keys. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” she smiled.

“Hey kitten,” he said leaning against the door before he left. “Will y’go on a date with me?”

“Harry,” she laughed the same way she did the last time he asked her. The same way she laughed when he told her he was in love with her. “You can’t be serious!”

“Deadly,” he smiled at the delight on her face. The pretty pink color rising to her cheeks. “Will you?”

“I can’t go on a date with you, Harry,” she looked at him with a bit of sympathetic pity. Like he was ridiculous for asking. Again. Which he was.

“Then I’ll ask again another time,” he shrugged, closed her car door, and headed to get the stand mixer that made her happy.

*

“Hey Poppy, did y’want t’go get lunch with me?” Her eyes didn’t move from her screen. “Poppy,” he repeated. “Poppy,” he sang. She glanced around and realized she was the only one in the room.

“Me?”

He chuckled. “Yes, you.”

Her eyebrows pinched together. “Why did you call me Poppy?”

“Well, m’assuming s’your favorite flower,” it was a safe bet since there was a small bouquet right beside her. “Also, everyone else calls y’Mary, Poppins, or Miss Poppins. Which I still don’t know why, but I wanted t’be different. Want you t’know s’me when y’hear me talking t’you.”

Her heart raced. Harry was utterly adorable. “I see. Sorry,” she smirked.

“Anyway,” he came over to stand by her desk. “Do y’want t’get lunch?”

“Harry, I told you I don’t date.”

“M’not asking as a date. M’asking as your coworker who has never seen y’eat a bite of food while you’re at work. M’asking as your concerned roommate who worries y’don’t eat until y’get home for dinner. And I don’t even want t’think ‘bout how long y’go without eating when you’re at your second job.”

She smiled at his thoughtfulness. “I don’t go out to lunch with everyone,” she explained. “I don’t know if you noticed, but people always seem to need me while I’m here,” she gestured to her desk. “Lunch is the only time I get a minute to myself. And I can get caught up a bit before the afternoon and everyone comes back.”

“Well do you bring lunch?” He asked, his frown deepening still worried she wasn’t eating.

“I do, it’s in the breakroom. I’ll get it in a minute,” she promises. “Go, you’re wasting your lunch hour.”

“Okay,” he sighed. He stopped in the doorway of the entrance to the office. “Hey Poppy,” he smiled.

“Yeah?” She asked without looking up from her screen.

“Now that y’mention it though, will y’go out with me?”

*

At home, Harry took the trash out because he said it was a boy-job and she shouldn’t be out in the dark by a dumpster. It made his skin crawl just to think about it. He made her promise that she wouldn’t take out the trash and he didn’t mind if he had to go out twice in one day. She thought it was ridiculous. But she agreed.

He cleaned up after himself checking with her to see if it was up to her standard. Even though she assured him he didn’t have to meet her standard. His cologne overtook their bathroom, and it was so comforting she took long hot showers at night just to amplify the scent filling her nose. Harry stretched across the sofa and scrolled through various show options but often didn’t find something that piqued his interest. Instead, he would put on some background noise and read on an eReader. His eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

Harry bought groceries and didn’t ask for any money from them. “M’sure you’ll buy stuff too,” he shrugged. Plus, she already had all the cleaning supplies, laundry detergent, dishwasher pods, and the like. Harry hardly had anything useful so buying groceries was the least he could do.

Except the stand mixer. People moaned about her cookies. Harry got to see her make them firsthand and the very scene with an apron around her body, her smile bright as she tested various stages of the dough, it did wonders for Harry. Some kind of nearly pornographic idea that only Harry would think was pornographic. “Will you try one?” She asked, hope in her voice.

Was he supposed to say no to her? Absolutely not. So, he tried one. “Go on a date with me,” he groaned.

“Because of the cookies?”

“No! Well, yes. Right now, yes, because of the cookies. But s’not usually because of cookies.”

She laughed. “I don’t date, Harry.”

He frowned, faking his disappointment (although he was the slightest bit disappointed). “I’ll try again,” he shrugged and took three more cookies from her cooling rack before returning to the sofa to read.

*

“Mary!” Val sang. “Do you have the stain stick?” She called from behind. She opened a drawer, eyes unmoving from her screen and held it out behind her for it to be passed back by her other coworkers. Harry chuckled.

It killed her that she knew his chuckle without looking. “S’impressive,” he murmured quietly. But she could hear it from across the way.

“That’s nothing,” Rachel said from the other end of the room. “Miss Poppins,” she smiled delightedly. “I have a missing button,” she told her.

That was the other drawer, a small little sewing kit to fix a button.

“Hair tie!” Someone called from the other side of the room.

“Lint roller!”

They all called out items and she had every single one.

“Do you have anything stronger to put in this coffee?” Their boss was walking up the aisle and paused at her desk. She smirked, opened the bottom drawer and placed a mini bottle of liquid on the edge of the desk. The whole office laughed as he snatched it and headed to his office. “You’re getting a raise, Poppins,” he called.

Hunter turned to look at Harry. “I gave her the nickname,” he explained.

“I get it,” he chuckled.

“If you need it, chances are she has it.”

“If she doesn’t, she adds it,” Val explained.

Her smile was soft. Harry thought it was sweet how her coworkers adored her. It was clear she was loved by them. Her thoughtfulness was admirable. Harry wondered how he was supposed to top that. No wonder she didn’t want to go out with him. Why would she want to go out with anyone when she was ten times sweeter than anyone she knew?

*

Her best friend Josephine (Joey) was helping her in the bathroom when Harry got home from the gym one Friday evening. “Holy hell you said he was cute, not hot,” she gaped.

“Aw, y’think m’cute, Poppy?” He asked winking at her. Her cheeks flushed red, making it so she didn’t need any of the blush she was putting on her cheeks. He leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed over his chest. He was sweaty and really wanted to get in the shower, but he didn't mind a bit of time to stare at his sweet roommate.

“I should have known. Only a man that uses such high-end cologne would be this hot.”

“Didn’t you buy Matt high-end cologne?”

“Hence why I think he’s so hot,” Joey beamed. Her friend laughed quietly, shaking her head as she finished with her makeup.

“Sorry Harry, we’ll be out of the way in a minute.”

“Take y’time. M’not in a rush.”

“Oh, you should come out!” Joey squealed. “Harry, please! She’s always by herself keeping an eye on us it would be nice to have someone keep her company!”

“Thanks, Mom. I don’t need a babysitter,” she rolled her eyes. “No offense, Harry.”

“S’okay,” he chuckled. “I don’t want t’impose. Plus m’in need of a shower.”

“Don’t let us stop you,” Joey smiled widely gesturing to the shower.

“Can you not?” She rolled her eyes and looked at Harry with apologetic eyes.

He laughed again and shook his head. “Y’can call if y’need something,” he assured her.

“Harry, please come out! You can meet us there!” Joey said again.

She looked at him with a soft smile. A look in her eyes said he wasn’t going to get out of it. Not if he didn’t have a really good reason. But truthfully? He didn’t need a reason to get out of it. Spending time with her outside of work, outside of the apartment, and errands like the grocery store and running to the post office had him excited to see her in another frame of light. Did she let loose? He would love to dance with her. Even if it was only as friends, roommates, fuck as coworkers even. How did she act around her friends versus her coworkers? God, he was obsessed.

“I can wait for you,” she suggested, her voice soft. Harry smiled.

“Thanks, Poppy.”

*

Her eyes scanned for her friends as she sat on a stool at a high top beside Harry. It was like watching a teacher on a field trip counting heads to make sure everyone was still present. The table was littered with drinks all of which she minded just as intently.

Harry just gazed at her as he sipped his drink. He helped as needed pushing drinks toward her friends as they came back from dancing. “Y’don’t dance?”

“Oh...maybe later. I’m not very good,” she admitted. “I like dancing with Joey because she’s worse than me.”

She caught the eye of one of her friends, Hailey, approaching and she reached into her purse strapped around the front of her for something. Harry watched as Hailey made it to her. “Thanks Mary,” she gushed taking the bandage from her and made her way for the bathroom. It was pretty wild she could anticipate whatever her friends needed. It was like at work. Harry was a bit awestruck and looked at her with a surprised expression. She shrugged and continued sipping her drink.

Jaylen was next. Joey’s twin brother; they had the same facial expressions--mainly the smile that Joey had on her face when she suggested Harry shower in front of her and his favorite person.

The same smile appeared on his face and told Harry he was going to say something just as delightful as Joey had said of Harry. Sure enough, Jaylen draped an arm around her and leaned into her ear to whisper something over the sound of the music. She rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. His face turned serious and he whispered something again.

She frowned. Then reached into her purse again. Out came a tampon which he slid discreetly into his pocket and then she glanced at his outfit twisting her lips to the side in disappointment.

After a brief thought, she pulled her purse over her body and laid it on the table. The long cardigan she wore came off next, leaving her in a black tank top that tucked into her jeans. It hugged her curves like a glove making Harry’s mouth water and he glanced away worried he would look like a creep. He finished his beer before Jaylen grinned and thanked her profusely and walked away. She took a deep breath and put her purse back into position before wrapping one arm in front of he protectively, gripping the front of her shoulder.

“Are y’cold?” He asked.

She shook her head.

But Harry was sitting beside her. He could see the goosebumps on her skin. She selflessly gave her sweater to her friend for whatever reason (Harry wasn’t totally sure, but he suspected it was menstrual related). But she was going to pretend like she wasn’t cold? Harry was definitely in love. In case it wasn’t obvious by the moment he met her. Boldly, Harry reached below her bar stool and tugged it toward him. She jostled a bit but he maintained her balance. Then he draped his arm around her body pulling her toward him further and he couldn’t help but notice she didn’t pull away. She didn’t make a sound and her facial expression didn’t change.

But Harry felt her body relax into his side, her head dipping ever so slightly toward his shoulder. He smiled softly and brought his lips closer to her ear so she could hear. “Y’don’t have t’lie t’me, Poppy. M’your roommate and all. I know y’like the apartment a toasty temperature.”

She smirked and tilted her head up. Their eyes connected, their mouths only two inches apart. “Thank you,” she said kindly.

Harry really enjoyed holding her.

*

At the end of the night, she rounded up her friends ensuring those who said they could drive actually could and if they couldn’t she called for Ubers until everyone was safely on their way home. Jaylen’s girlfriend, Maya, had her green sweater wrapped around her white pants. She thanked her profusely, drunkenly.

Joey and Matt waved goodbye. “Bye Hot Roommate,” Joey called waving to Harry specifically.

“Jesus, Joey,” Matt rolled his eyes. “Nice meeting you Harry,” he called.

Once everyone was gone, she rubbed her hands on her arms to keep the blood flowing and warming her skin. Harry wrapped his arm over her shoulders again and tucked her into his side as they headed for her parked car a couple blocks away. “Go on a date with me," he spoke straight forward. Hoping if he didn't look, it wouldn't seem like as a massive deal--almost like he would trick her into a date.

She elbowed him. “I can’t go out with a coworker, Harry. Or my roommate for that matter.”

He shrugged. “I’ll ask later,” he boldly kissed the top of her head. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind. Harry was sure to keep that in his head for future reference. He would most definitely be kissing her again. “You’re an extremely sweet girl, Poppy. Selfless, lovely, kind,” he listed. “Whoever y’end up with, m’going t’be very jealous,” he assured her.

She snorted and laughed quietly under her breath. “Thank you, Harry.”

*

For months it continued with similar routines, feelings, and questions. They grew closer as friends. At work he admired her from his desk from across the office. When she didn’t go to lunch, he reminded her to eat and not work too hard. At home, he grumbled that her loophole of taking the trash out in the daytime was not the point of his promise. He still bought groceries each week trying to figure out all the things she enjoyed eating.  

He helped her clean the apartment and when it was getting cooler outside, she asked to join him at the gym. Her outfits were cute and made guys stare at her as she worked out, unbeknownst to her. She asked for help from Harry which made him feel like he won an Olympic medal. His face was smug as the men in the gym finally stopped looking at her. Thinking Harry was lucky enough to be hers.

It made him happy to help her figure out new machines and with her sets of weightlifting (even though she didn’t like it).

Everywhere they went, people ogled her. She was so kind. Little kids would smile at her in grocery store lines and wave like it was a game of peekaboo. Dogs tugged on their leashes hoping to get a pet from her around the loop she ran in the neighborhood. Their elderly next door neighbor tried telling her a hundred times that she had a grandson her age and he would love to date her (that one drove Harry the most crazy).

She had her head leaning in her palm as she watched the stand mixer beat the brownie ingredients like it was the most interesting thing in the world. But Harry was watching her; so he was, in fact, watching the most interesting thing in the world.

He leaned against the wall just beside the kitchen entrance. “Poppy?” He asked. She looked up at him. “Go on a date with me, please," his expression soft.

She was finally getting used to it. She gave herself a lot of credit. It was pretty crazy she hadn’t caved yet. Harry was so lovely. Not to mention attractive. At the gym, his muscles rippled and glistened with sweat. The outline of every abdominal muscle was sinful. It was a miracle she didn’t drop her own weights or fall on the treadmill when she caught sight of him. It drove her crazy that the women there gazed at him longingly; like he was something to eat. But was she really any better?

She smiled, the blush on her cheeks still prominent, but not as deep. She was used to her heart skipping a beat, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach each time he asked. “That's very sweet, Harry. But I don’t date.”

It was six months since he met her when he finally asked. “Why not?”

She shrugged. He thought she wasn’t going to say anything more, so he frowned, sighed, and headed for the living room to get back to his book. “I just don’t date, Harry. I like being friends,” she told him.

He grumbled something about still being friends even if they dated but she either didn’t hear or pretended not to hear. Either way, it was quiet for a few beats. “If I hadn’t told you I was in love with you that first day, would that have changed your answer?”

She giggled and shook her head. “No.”

“Okay,” he shrugged. Ever determined. He smiled widely at her. “I’ll keep asking then.”

*

When she got dressed up for a family wedding and clicked down the hall in heels and a dress that flowed over her like she was the bride (only wearing green of course, not white). Her hair was curled and pinned so prettily Harry thought he was seeing a real angel in the flesh. “Oh, come on, Poppy,” he groaned and covered his eyes with his hand dramatically. “S’not fighting fair,” he frowned.

She grinned, her cheeks warming more than they had in a while. “I look okay?”

“Stunning,” he grumbled. “M’so jealous I won’t get t’dance with you,” he pouted.

She shook her head. “I don’t usually dance at weddings when I go alone,” she explained.

“Well, y’should’ve told me. I would’ve been your date.”

“Harry—”

“Platonic date,” he rolled his eyes. “This is worse than when y’wore that pencil skirt t’work,” he reminded her. She snickered and shook her head while she looked at her phone. She sucked her lip into her mouth and sighed wincing slightly and then turned to her room again. After several minutes she returned in a different dress. She was equally stunning, but she looked a little forlorn. “An outfit change?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” she shrugged. “My sister is wearing green.”

Harry frowned. “So?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just...” she shrugged. “It’s alright. I like this dress just fine.”

But it wasn’t green. She looked so pretty in green. It complimented her skin tone so perfectly. She looked stunning. Like she was a queen. “But—”

“Seriously, Harry. It’s fine.”

The muted purple dress looked lovely on her as well. But Harry thought the green made her look otherworldly. He wanted the happiness back in her eye. The light that sparked when he complimented her. “Well when can y’wear it?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Season’s almost over for a wintergreen like that,” she shrugged. “Maybe next year.”

Harry frowned. But then he had a wonderful idea to help both her dress and himself. “Go on a date with me, Poppy.”

The smile reappeared on her face, and she shook her head. “I can’t, Harry.”

“Please? Do it for the sake of that dress,” he pleaded. “We don’t even have t’call it a date. An outing. An adventure. Whatever y’want. Y’jus’ need t’wear it before y’can’t.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Harry. But I can’t.”

He sighed. “You’re welcome, Poppy.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll steal you a cupcake. I heard they come from this bakery that I love and if it doesn’t make it home to you, then we’re going to have to go there anyway.”

It didn’t replace a date. But he liked the way she smiled. And going to a bakery together was inherently a couple-y thing to do. So he would take what he could get.

“Sure, Poppy. I’d love to.”

*

She didn’t need people. Needing people had only ever broken her heart. She never asked for help ever. Well...only when they were at the gym but that was a safety thing more than anything.

Even when she should have asked.

Harry didn’t notice until he drove her to a house party that her friends didn’t invite her too. She was sleepy, it was obvious. Leggings, oversized sweater. Her hair was braided loosely and falling apart because she had woken in the middle of the night to answer a message. Harry was in the middle of a good book. Unable to put it down when she ventured into the living room. A yawn falling from her lips. Her eyes barely open. It took several questions and repeated convincing to let him drive her since he was awake, and it looked like she was going to pass out while standing.

Harry insisted on coming in even as she told him to stay in the car, but he refused. She found her friends, her voice was soft as she encouraged Jaylen to leave. A little over his limit and Joey and Maya were about just as gone and unable to convince Jaylen to go with them. A guy from across the room made a joke about Mommy coming to save him. As her pugnacious friend made a turn to deal with the offensive person, she stopped him. She was quick, grabbed his arm, and held tight.

When they returned to the apartment she corralled her friends into their sleeping arrangements. Maya and Jaylen in her bed, Joey on the sofa. “Sorry I took your reading spot,” she whispered as she tucked a blanket around Joey. She snagged another blanket and curled into the only other chair in the living room. “Thank you for driving,” she smiled, closing her sleepy eyes.

“You’re gonna sleep there?” He asked. She nodded, barely moving. Like she was already half-way to dreaming. Harry snagged her out of the chair, cradling her and bringing her to his room.

“Harry,” she protested.

“We’re grown adults,” he reminded her. “We can share a bed without it being weird. S’like a hotel room.”

“Harry,” she repeated, her objection evident in her tone. “I can’t—”

“M’not letting y’sleep in a chair or on the floor. So, it’s m’bed or y’aren’t sleeping,” he shrugged.

She sighed. Too tired to oppose any further, thankfully. Harry laid her atop the covers and draped another blanket over her. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and slid beneath his sheets and glanced at the sleeping angel beside him. He smiled. He liked the way she looked in his bed. Liked the way she seemed comfortable and sleepy beside him. His bed felt warm with her beside him. Even though she wasn’t touching him. She smelled good in his room too.

“Night, Harry,” she mumbled.

“Good night, Poppy,” he answered, reached out, squeezed her hand before releasing it so she wouldn’t break a piece of his heart by telling him they shouldn’t.

It was easy to fall asleep with her beside him.

It was even easier to dream of her with her intoxicating presence in his room as well.

*

Harry noticed how drained she seemed when the weather continued to get warmer. Her friends all had birthdays around the same time, and she was a mess of scheduling and reserving birthday dinners and planning things for all of them. Did Harry miss her birthday? He would have to ask. He hoped he didn’t. He hoped her friends would take the time to plan for her the way she did for them.

Work was approaching a busy season, and everyone kept coming to her more and more throughout the day. He could see the anxiety on her face as her growing to-do list looked nearly unmanageable. Harry tried to go to others if he had issues. But every time he asked someone else a question, they called out for Mary Poppins, and she would glance up and look at Harry with a sad smile asking how she could help.

Harry was worried she wasn’t eating her lunch. When everyone else left, her eyes were hidden behind those glasses, her face concentrating and relieved for the reprieve from people calling her name for help with work or needing something like a pen or a screwdriver. Sometimes Harry hated his job. Not because it was difficult. But it seemed like everyone in the office was incompetent. Or weaponizing their incompetence and foisting their tasks onto the lovely woman who would never say no to them.

Her friends did it too. With all the planning and such.

The poor thing looked exhausted. She didn’t join Harry at the gym and her second job seemed like the only time she got to herself. “I miss reading,” she grumbled when she got home late from her shift. She kicked her shoes off and flopped onto the opposite end of the sofa. “My eyes are exhausted though,” she rubbed them for good measure. “I think I would fall asleep if I tried to read. I think I need to wake up earlier and read.”

Harry snorted. “Don’t burn yourself out, Poppy,” he rolled his eyes. “What are y’reading?”

“I’ve been trying t’read this book for months,” she pulled it from the shelf below the coffee table. He had seen it tucked there for a while. He grabbed it from her, skimmed the back of the book, and opened to the first chapter.

Then, he started reading.

Out loud.

“Harry,” she whispered her eyes wide.

“Yeah?” He asked, pointing at the sentence where he stopped and looked at her curiously. “M’starting over, because I want t’know what’s happening,” he smiled. Her face looked so shocked and confused. Sad even. Like she didn’t know what emotion she was supposed to feel.

“You don’t have to—”

He shook his head, and continued reading before she could finish her sentence.

Harry read three chapters before he carried her sleeping self to bed.

*

Something changed in Harry. He almost turned into a stalker. He tracked her movements and routines for a week. He knew most of them. But he really tracked them. The daily ones were easiest. She went for a run in the morning, he followed her lead and didn’t say a word. He went to her favorite coffee shop and paid for her favorite drink for a week’s worth of drinks in advance.

He wished they carpooled, but she was so busy. So he timed his arrival so that he was at the entrance door holding it open for her. When everyone left to get lunch, he heated up her food and brought it to her desk before leaving silently.

One day, there was a note on her dashboard saying she had a full tank of gas. When she arrived home after her second job, she noted her spare car key was on Harry’s key ring. At home, her laundry was in the wash. The shirts she didn’t like to put in the dryer were hung in the bathroom.

Harry could see it. She was cracking. It was the first time someone had done something for her it seemed. The first time someone so selflessly did things for her, anticipated her needs the way she anticipated everyone else’s.

Her throat felt tight as she looked at Harry in the kitchen, making her favorite dinner—a soup that took hours and hours to make.

He didn’t even know it was her birthday that day which made her heart feel sicker than ever.

“Poppy,” he smiled sweetly placing a bowl in front of her exhausted figure.

“Yeah?” She whispered.

If she wasn't so in awe, she would have realized where his tone was. What was coming next. “Go on a date with me, kitten.”

“I can’t.”

“S’not so hard,” he assured her. “You sit across from me and be yourself because m’already in love with you,” he reminded her sweetly. An impish grin on his pretty pink lips. That dimple she wanted to sink her tongue into on display. “I tell y’how stunning y’look, I pay for you t’eat. I feed you a dessert of your choosing that you’re probably too full t’eat and then I can kiss you wherever y’want. Lips, cheek, forehead,” he shrugged. “Then we come home, and I’ll read a chapter of your book. Y’can decide if y’want t’go on a second date.”

She giggled, her cheeks red. “I can’t, Harry,” she looked at him apologetically, but she felt herself melting as much as the soup warmed her insides. It was ridiculous to eat soup in the middle of the summer. But Harry made it for her anyway.

His heart deflated a little. He wasn't kidding. He was definitely in love. He had to be because there was no other way he could explain the feelings he had for her. Someone so thoughtful, so pretty, sweet, and funny.

Harry had asked her out at least a hundred times. Around Christmas, she got her hair cut and he always found her beautiful, but he asked her almost every day following her new hair style for a month straight. Each time she said she couldn't. She didn't date.

For the first time in the near year since he had first asked her, first met her, he realized she said she can’t go on a date with him. She didn’t date. That he was crazy.

Not that she didn’t want to. She didn’t say no.

Hope bloomed inside him.

*

She didn’t need anything. She didn’t need anybody. It was clear someone or maybe many had let her down so many times. He watched her doing everything she could to make this party as nice as humanly possible for Hailey. Not that Hailey didn’t deserve it, but no one had done anything like this for her. Harry only found out it was her birthday after the fact, and he felt like shit for it. Even though she assured him that was one of the best birthdays she ever had.

All he did was make her soup.

She deserved so much more.

It almost seemed too obvious that they hadn’t done anything for her remotely as lovely as she did.

“You’re staring, Styles,” she murmured without looking up from the chair while he lounged on the sofa.

“Go on a date with me,” he smiled.

She blushed, shook her head. “You’re crazy.”

“You haven’t said no.”

"I've said no about a hundred thousand times, Harry," she rolled her eyes.

Why was it now? Why did he want to tell her what he was thinking about the whole situation now? But it was in his chest. He had to say it. Had to tell her.

“No, you’ve never said no,” he shook his head and looked at her head on, while she continued looking at her to do list, her planner. Her poor neglected book waiting to be read by Harry because her tired eyes couldn’t. She looked up at him and smirked. Ready to protest once more, but Harry shook his head again. “I remember everything you've said t'me. I would remember a 'no,' it would probably kill me t’hear y’say, no kitten. Y'call me crazy, y'say y'can’t or that y'don’t date. Never, not once, have y'ever said y'don’t want t'go on a date with me. Nor a flat out no. So m'going t’keep asking until y'say y'don’t want to. Because I think you do want t'go out with me but for some reason y'don't want t'allow yourself t'be happy. T'let someone else in. M'not going t'stop asking. Not until I hear y'say "Harry Styles I would rather die than go on a date with you. I never want to go out with you." Maybe that makes me conceited or creepy. M’sure it does make me crazy. But I don’t care. I want t'go on a date with you. I want t'go on a million dates with you, actually. So m'not giving up until y'call me creepy or y'say y'don’t want to.”

She swallowed like there was something stuck in her throat. Her eyes didn't move from her lap.

"Kitten," he murmured. She didn’t look up. “Poppy,” he whispered. She finally met his green-eyed gaze again. His expression soft, pleading. “Go on a date with me,” his voice was soft. Harry swore his heart stopped beating because if he was wrong, if she really was saying no all those times, he wasn't sure he could ever stop asking her. The idea he would never get to take her out to eat and order her favorite dessert. He wouldn't see a movie and wrap his arm around her shoulders and that was completely unfair. He wanted to offer his jacket to her when it rained and hold her hand while walking through a museum. "Poppy," he repeated.

She bit her lip, her lips opening and closing like she wasn't sure which word was going to pop out. “I can’t,” she whispered. Her eyes looking at him in a way that he could read right through her. They screamed at him, please don’t stop asking me.

As if he could ever. Harry smiled. "Okay," he shrugged, hope and adoration for her flooding him. "I'll ask again tomorrow."

A sad smile graced her face. "You're crazy," she whispered again.

"Only 'bout you, Poppy.”

*

Harry felt like he was getting sick. Probably due to the sweet girl in his apartment who had worn herself so thin and weary that she had inadvertently brought illness home to him. His head was killing him. His pillow was calling for him the way he wished his favorite stubborn woman would call him.

He didn't even know if she was home. But honestly, he was glad. If she knew he was sick, she would dote on him. Even if she was starting to fell unwell. The thoughts of her were never too far from his mind. He would never be too sick, too lost, too far away from her that she could leave his thoughts.

Sleeping was one of his favorite hobbies because he loved to see her in his dreams. Loved to see the unaffected, carefree, beautiful, stubborn woman. The angel that enjoyed affection both giving and receiving.

It was his nightly dream. The one where she snuggled with him, and it was like they had been together twenty years and not zero. The one where he could taste her lips (even if in his dream she tasted like nothing) he knew it was wrong. She probably tasted like chocolate or caramel or something deliriously sweet.

Unfortunately, his phone vibrated below his pillow pulling him from his perfect beautiful dream.

“Harry?”

He squinted at his phone. Head aching, throat sore. Curious as to why he didn’t have the number saved. “Speaking.”

“Oh, thank god,” the voice sighed. “It’s Joey,” she said. “Harry. Something’s wrong. She won’t stop crying and she won’t say anything but your name.”

He leapt out of bed. Illness forgotten even if he was dizzy. His heart thudded like a chorus of drums, and he didn’t even grab shoes as he raced out of his room, snagging his wallet and keys off the counter as he exited the apartment.

He listened to Joey say a few more things. Something about being out at a club. She never left the bar area. There was no way someone had hurt her. But Harry drove through the night with his heart in his throat like someone had hurt her. He wasn’t sure seeing her would even calm him. He knew where Joey lived, fortunately, so he sped as quickly as he could. The ache in his head and his throat was lost behind him along the drive.

He didn’t knock as he hurried barefoot into Joey’s apartment. Matt was coming from the kitchen and making his way down the hall. He looked at Harry sadly as he approached the main room.

“Poppy?” he whispered as he entered the room, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself together. "Kitten," he frowned and knelt in front of her. He picked her face up between his and he scanned her looking for signs of injury. Anxiety was in every inch of his body. But she fell into his arms before he could look any longer. Sobbing harder than when he entered. “M'here. M'here, baby. It’s okay. M'here," he kissed the top of her head, cupping the back of her head with one hand. The other arm winding around her and squeezing her tight to his body. “Oh kitten,” he sighed, sadness coating his voice. His heart ached. Like it was going to snap in half if she cried any longer. “M’sorry, baby. M'here. S’okay. Tell me. Please. I’ll make it better,” he promised.

Her sobs continued, like she was unable to speak. "Harry," she whimpered.

"M'here, Poppy, s'okay," he assured her even if it wasn't. "Baby," he frowned pulling away to look at her her tearful eyes. He tugged her back to his embrace and continued to soothe her. He rubbed his hand up and down her back hoping it was comforting as he hoped it was.

Harry caught Joey's eye, who looked over from the entryway and smiled weakly.

"You good?" She mouthed. Harry nodded and when he glanced back, her friend was gone.

*

Harry kissed the top of her head for the hundredth time. He continued rubbing his hand down her spine. His head was still screaming.

But she was well worth it. Her cheeks were streaked with salt lines. Her eyes puffy and red around the edges. He had pulled her to him so they could snuggle into the corner of the couch. Her body tucked between the back cushion and Harry's body. Like he didn't want anyone to see her if they entered the room.

“Harry?” Her voice was raw.

“Hmm?” He tucked her hair behind her ear and skimmed his fingertip along the same path repeatedly.

“Will you go on a date with me?” She whispered.

He smiled lazily. His heart exploding in his ribcage. “God, Poppy, I don't know. I have t'check m'schedule.” She smacked his chest with no weight behind it. He kissed the top of her head. “I’d take y’right now. Whenever y’want.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing t’be sorry for.”

"I have issues."

"We can work on them together."

"I don't know if you'll..." She trailed off.

"If I'll what?" He brushed his thumb on her cheek.

She took a deep breath. "I love love, Harry. I love watching people get married. I love when people have babies and grow a family. I want to have babies. I love reading romance novels and watching silly rom-coms where you can predict the ending before the movie even starts."

"Sounds pretty romantic and easy, Poppy," he murmured.

She swallowed continuing. "I will do a lot for you because I believe that's the way love is supposed to be. I want to make your life easier, and I want to do things that make you happy because I think happiness and love are in short supply and I want those books and rom-coms to be real."

Harry nodded. "Well—"

"I've never had that. I had a boyfriend for four years and..." she sniffled. "When we broke up, I said that I wouldn't do that again. I wouldn’t devote myself so completely to someone that wouldn't give me half as much. Then I met my next boyfriend and at first, I thought it was right, finally. It was equal. He loved me the right way, I mean. The way I thought I wanted, deserved... But then it was like he got tired of doing things. I don't know. Maybe my love language is acts of service. I don't know. I’m not making sense, I'm sorry. But..." she swallowed. "I broke it off after only two years that time. I just don't think I can be loved the right way... not forever. I don't know. I sound so selfish, don’t I? I don’t know why you want to go out with me so badly. I want someone to love me the way I love them, and I don’t think that’s...fair."

It was why she always had everything. Why she planned and hosted parties. Why she never drank and always took care of her friends. She loved everyone that was lucky to cross paths with her, with her whole, big, beautiful heart.

Harry tilted her chin up. "M’going to love you the right way,” he promised. “M’going to love you the way y’want because that's what y’deserve. If I love you anything less than you deserve then... well... I don't know what, Poppy. If that’s the case m’probably dead because s’the only possible explanation,” she snorted and tears dripped down her cheeks again but not like the night before. “But it's not going to be a problem, kitten. M’going to love you the way your books love. The way a rom-com loves. M’going to love you the way you love everyone that walks into your life. The way you so selflessly devote your kindness to them. M’going to love you the way you love," he promised. “Because s’an honor to love you,” he assured her. “S’an honor to be loved by you.”

She looked away from his gaze, closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his chest. His throat was aching again. He was really tired, but he would suffer her wrath and frustration of going on about this later. He knew that she would be beside herself knowing he was sick and dealing with her anyway. But where else would he be? "Harry," she whispered finally. He met her eyes the back of his fingers skimming her cheek.

"What, Poppy?"

"Do you love me already?"

"Of course I do."

She sniffled, her face crumpling with relief. Like all of it had been a trick up until then. "Okay," she whispered. “Can we go home?”

“Course, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head and moved slowly to get up from the sofa. All of his muscles ached from sickness and from the awkward but perfect position of holding her all night in the cramped little space.

He held his hand out for her to take as she stood next. “Harry,” she whispered softly.

“Hmm?” He hummed and looked at her with a soft expression that made her stomach flip, her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, Poppy?"

“I’m in love with you too.”

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Touch

Summary: You've been having a hard time getting yourself off, so your roommate Harry offers a hand.

Warnings: masturbation, clit stimulation - 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 3886

A/N: Finally, it's here! Based on this request. Soooo sorry for the delay! My writing mojo was not working this week. Also, I know it's a lame title, but I couldn't come up with anything else, and it's after 2AM lol. Hope you enjoy anyway :)

Slamming the freezer door shut, you collapsed at the kitchen table with a sigh.

“What’s with you?” you heard Harry ask from the living room.

“Nothing,” you muttered. “Just thought I had some popsicles left, but I guess I ate ‘em all.”

“You’ve been devouring those like crazy,” Harry commented. “Something stressing you out?”

You sighed, groaning into your palms as you rubbed your eyes. “You could say that.”

“Anything I could help you with?”

You laughed to yourself as you laid your head on the table. Oh God, if he only knew. If he only could.

“No,” you said with a muffled moan.

“Hmm, alright then,” you heard him say as he rose from the sofa and turned off the television. “I’m going to meet Seth at the track field like I promised I would. Want me to stop and get you some popsicles on the way back?”

Lifting your head, you gave a weak smile. “That would be great. Thank you.”

“No problem. See you later.” When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at you. “Oh, and Y/N? Whatever it is…if it’s still bothering you when I get back, we can talk about it, yeah?”

“Stop, you!” you waved him off. “Go be a frat boy for the afternoon.”

Harry gave you a smirk before shutting the door behind him.

Harry Styles was sweet. Not your typical college guy. Since meeting your freshman year, you’d become close friends, and eventually roommates. While you were very much attracted to him (honestly, who wasn’t?), you’d never given him much hints that you were interested in more than his friendship. And he was such a great friend, and you’d hate to lose that by stepping out of line. So other than a couple of drunken nights on the sofa when you’d both innocently flirted, you kept your feelings to yourself.

But when you were alone…well, that was a different issue altogether.

Harry was your fantasy man, if you wanted to put it that way. He knew you were a virgin; you’d discussed it many times. But what he didn’t know was that when you were alone in your room, sometimes with him in his own room and sometimes not, you fantasized about him. And many of those fantasies led to you touching yourself and getting worked up, only to end with you sexually frustrated.

The biggest issue was that you couldn’t make yourself come. You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You were horny as hell all the time. And thinking about Harry when you touched yourself only heightened the desire. But you just couldn’t seem to get over the edge. You could feel yourself getting so close, time after time, until your wrist got tired and your pussy seemed to dry up. You’d groan, angry at yourself, sometimes to the point of tears. If it was late enough, you’d manage to fall asleep eventually, but if it wasn’t even close to bed time, you’d huff and stomp out of your bedroom to grab a popsicle out of the freezer, your item of choice for cooling you down.

Today had been just like any other Saturday. You’d awakened horny, thinking of Harry. You tried to take a shower, hoping it would help, only to be interrupted by the man himself, knocking on the bathroom door to tell you breakfast was ready. You’d sat at the table with him as you tried not to stare, thinking about how fucking sweet he was to make breakfast. Then when he’d announced he was going to watch some game on TV before meeting his friend Seth, you’d gone to your room, hoping to relieve the pulsing ache between your legs. You’d even gone so far as to sit naked in the closet, the door shut as you touched yourself. But once again, you were unable to climax, thus the need to go running into the kitchen.

Now that Harry was gone, however, you knew you couldn’t waste an opportunity. Grabbing a bottle of water, you brought it with you to your room in case the activity made you dehydrated. Then you lit your favorite candle and turned off the overhead light, leaving only the glow of the fairy lights that trimmed your walls. After removing your shorts, you slipped underneath the covers in just your panties and t-shirt. Closing your eyes, you sighed, imagining Harry was in bed with you. Sliding your hands down the front of your shirt, you let your fingers linger at the edge of your cotton underwear.

“Please,” you whispered into the air.

You pretended your hand was your roommate’s as you let it glide over your clothed mound. You sighed again, willing him in your mind to add a little pressure as your own hand resumed the task. Soon you could feel the moisture soaking through your panties, so you removed them completely. With your head back on the pillow, you gathered a bit of your wetness, bringing it to your clit as your fingertip began to play more aggressively.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the pressure building in your belly, your toes curling as you imagined it was Harry touching you, making you feel incredible. Your cunt tightened as your finger moved around in circles on your now swollen clit. You gasped a breath and licked your lips, praying the release would come soon. But just like all the other times, nothing would happen. It was as though your body was deliberately denying the pleasure you so needed, like a punishment. For what, you were unsure.

Dropping your tired hand next to you, you immediately felt the tears coming, unable to stop the frustration and disappointment. Rolling over onto your side, you pulled the covers up to your chest and cried.

Why was this not happening for you? This was so unfair!

Shaking with sobs, you gave up, resolving that it just wasn’t meant to be. Gulping back the rest of your tears, you drifted off to sleep.

You awakened disoriented as you heard the front door slam shut. Harry must be home, you thought. Suddenly, just the thought of him brought the tears back to your eyes. Shortly afterwards, you heard Harry calling your name. Ashamed, you rolled over to face the wall.

“Y/N!” you heard again just before a knock sounded on your bedroom door.

When you didn’t answer, he turned the knob, opening the door just a crack. “Y/N? You in here? I got those popsicles. They’re in the free-”

Harry’s words stopped abruptly, and you knew he had entered the room.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Not wanting to let him see you crying, you cleared your throat. “Oh, hey Harry. I was…tired. So I decided to take a nap.”

“Um…but…you’re crying, love.”

“No, I’m not,” you snapped.

“Yeah, you are. I see your shoulders trembling.”

“Jeez, nothing gets past you, does it?” you hiccuped. “Do you want a medal or something?”

“Hey…” Harry sounded. Then you felt the bed shift, and you could tell he’d sat down behind you. When his hand touched your shoulder, you tensed up. “Y/N. I told you you could talk to me. About anything. Please, I’m here to help.”

“I can’t, Harry,” you grumbled. “Not about this.”

“Why not?”

“Because…it’s too embarrassing.” Sniffling, you silently hoped he would leave. But he was your friend. And up until then you’d talked to him about all of your problems, big or small.

“C’mon, it can’t be that bad,” he urged. “Was it some jerk you fancied? Want me to beat him up for you?”

“No,” you shook your head.

“Was it one of the girls in that snooty sorority?”

“No, Harry. Nobody did anything. Please, just go. Let me be.”

You heard him sigh as he rose from the bed. You thought he was leaving until he spoke again. “No, Y/N. I can’t. You’re clearly upset about something, and I can’t just leave you crying like this. Let me help. Please.”

With a huff, you finally rolled over to face him. His face displayed the look of concern and worry, and you suddenly felt bad for snapping at him.

“Why is it so important to you?” you asked with a shaky breath.

“Because, Y/N…” he conveyed, returning to the edge of your bed. “You’re important to me. You’re my best friend. I don’t like to see you hurting.”

Biting your bottom lip, you shifted your eyes. Could you tell him? Should you tell him?

“If I tell you…will you promise you won’t laugh?”

Harry tilted his head and ran his hand down your arm. “Y/N, how could I laugh at you?”

“It’s just…it’s very TMI,” you admitted.

“Yeah?” Harry raised a brow.

You gnawed at the inside of your cheek as you sat up. “I…” you began with a pause. Finally, exhaling through your nose, you looked up at the ceiling as you said the next words. “I’ve been extremely horny lately.”

You heard Harry snicker before you lowered your head and frowned.

“No,” he shook his head. “Trust me love, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just…that’s not really a secret, is it? I mean…we’re all pretty horny. I wouldn’t really call that TMI.”

“That’s not all of it,” you whispered.

“Oh. Okay. Go on then.” Harry scooted closer to you. Your insides flipped, even more than when you would sit with him on the couch or the kitchen table. You stared at him for a moment before shifting your gaze down to the comforter. You grabbed it in your hands, twisting the edge between your fingers.

“I can’t seem to make myself…you know.”

Harry’s eyes widened instantly at your confession. It surprised you because you figured you would have to spell it out for him. Part of you was embarrassed, but the other part was relieved that he understood what you meant.

“Have you ever?” he inquired.

Sucking in your lips, you shook your head.

“Shit,” he whispered, his eyes on you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“One time…it felt a little different, you know? Like I thought maybe I was but then…I wasn’t so sure. But all other times I’d get so close,” you whined, “but then…it goes away.”

“Well…” Harry mused, shifting himself on the bed, “maybe you just need some help.”

Blinking hard, you glared at him. “What do you mean? I…don’t have a vibrator. I was thinking of getting one, but I don’t know…”

“No, I mean…like a person. To touch you. The way you need to be touched.”

His final phrase hung in the air as you stared at his handsome face. His voice and tone had been low, just above a whisper, and it tickled your ears and made your skin blush. He licked his full lips as his eyes drifted down from your face to your lap. The sudden urge to squeeze your legs together was hard to ignore.

“Well…yeah,” you scoffed, making light of his words. “Not like I’ve had the opportunity.”

Harry’s eyes lifted back up to meet yours before he said, “You do now.”

Your mouth opened slightly, though you were unable to utter a sound. Was he suggesting what you thought he was suggesting?

It wasn’t until Harry took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb across your fingers and looked sincerely into your eyes again that you managed to squeak out his name.

“H-arry…you…”

“I’d like to help you, Y/N,” he said softly. “I want to. If you’ll let me.”

“Really?” You asked the word incredulously, almost with a light chuckle as surely he was joking.

“Yes. Really.”

Biting your lip, you hesitantly lowered your comforter. Harry eyed your bare legs before looking back at you.

“May I?” he asked, reaching his hand toward your thigh.

You nodded, giving him the go ahead. With a slight smirk, Harry caressed your leg, gliding his hand up and down your thigh. You sighed, your flesh erupting in goosebumps.

“Your skin is so soft,” he cooed. Then licking his lips, he leaned forward, his mouth so close to yours that you could feel his breath. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

With another nod, you felt the nerves magnify just before his lips met yours. When his hand met your cheek, however, you eased into the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. Though you had imagined his kiss many times, it was nothing like actually experiencing the real thing. You felt the bubble of a moan rise from your throat before Harry released your lips and chuckled low.

“I was afraid that would be awkward for you, but I’m gonna assume by that sound you just made that it wasn’t.”

“No,” you breathed. “It was pretty great, actually.”

Harry’s smile grew which only made you smile back. This was already going better than you thought it would.

“So, you’re okay with moving forward?” he asked. “With me touching you, I mean.”

“Yes.” You said it so quietly, you would have wondered if you’d only thought it in your head if Harry hadn’t adjusted his position on the bed. Leaning on his elbow, he rested his head in his hand as he reached his other hand to touch your thigh again.

“We can go as slow as you need to, okay?”

“‘kay.”

“Lie back, love,” he instructed. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible. The more comfortable and relaxed you are, the better it’s gonna feel.”

You nodded, breathing through your nose as you laid back on the pillow. Relaxing, however, was going to take a little more effort. Just his gaze alone was enough to accelerate your heartbeat.

“So, tell me how you like to be touched.”

Once again, his words hung in the air like a thick cloud. Were you supposed to have an answer to that question?

“I dunno,” you shrugged.

“Well…what do you do to yourself? What feels good to you?” His eyes remained locked on yours while his hand moved up to play with the hem of your t-shirt.

“I um…” you paused, swallowing hard. “I usually just rub my clit.”

Harry nodded. “How? Show me.”

Color rising in your cheeks again, you sucked in your lips as you brought your hand down between your legs. Then you gently slid your finger down the outside of your panties along the center, finding the spot you usually went for first. Adding just a bit of pressure, you showed Harry how you touched yourself.

“Okay,” he said. “And does that feel good?”

“A little.”

“Just a little?” he raised a brow.

You hitched a breath when you saw him reach for your hand, covering it with his own. Guiding you, he pressed a little harder on your finger, moving it in gentle circular motions. You swallowed hard before letting out a tiny gasp.

“What about now?” Harry inquired.

“Better,” you breathed.

“Yeah? Is this how you usually do it?”

“For a little while,” you admitted. “When it starts to feel really good, I um…go underneath or take my panties off completely.”

“Mmm,” Harry nodded. “I’d like to do that. Can we?”

“O-okay.”

Harry’s mouth turned up in a slight grin as you lifted your hips to remove your underwear. Once they were off, you pushed them down the bed with your feet, your eyes still on Harry.

“Good,” he said. “Can I touch you now, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

Running his palm across your belly, his green eyes conveyed a sense of calmness, one you recognized well. Harry was always good at putting you at ease, whether it was at a party where you knew next to nobody but him, or just sitting on the couch talking about things that were bothering you. He was never judgemental or tried to press his opinion onto you. He made you feel good about everything, and while this was no exception, you couldn’t deny the somersaults your tummy was performing and the way your heart was thumping in your chest.

He was actually going to touch you now.

And he did. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he lightly sucked the tips of his middle and forefinger before reaching between your legs. You simply stared as his hand slid across your mound, unable to move. But before he could even touch your clit, he tapped the inside of your thigh with the back of his hand.

“Open your legs, love,” he instructed with a low chuckle. “I promise it feels so much better if I can actually reach you.”

Letting out a deep breath, you spread your legs open a little. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” said Harry. “I just want you to relax, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

“I know you won’t,” you muttered. “I’m just…it’s hard to relax right now.”

“Why?”

“Because…I guess I’m a little nervous.”

With a gentle expression on his face, Harry looked at you. “I wanna make you feel good, Y/N. Please don’t be nervous with me. It’s just me.”

You let out a half breath, half laugh as you glared at him. “That’s why I’m nervous.”

Tilting his head, Harry blinked. “Have you thought about this before…with me?”

Biting your lip, you nodded.

“Why…why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice so low you barely heard it.

“Because…I didn’t think anything would happen,” you explained. “Like this.”

Blinking again, Harry leaned over, capturing your mouth. You sighed as you felt him shift even closer, his hand gliding up the side of your shirt to cup your breast. He gave it a squeeze when you sucked delicately on his tongue. Then lifting his head, his eyelids heavy, he shook his head.

“Fuck, Y/N. I wish I’d known. I would have done this a long time ago.”

Before you could argue or retort, Harry wettened his fingers once more and brought them to your pussy. Ever so gently, just like he had moments before with your own hand, he added slight pressure to your clit, creating shapes with his movements. You gasped at the contact, immediately feeling the building sensation in your core.

“How’s that feel?” Harry whispered.

“So good,” you replied in a breathy tone, shutting your eyes.

“Open just a little wider, baby.”

You did as you were told, trying not to let the fact he’d just called you baby spin you into a sense of complete disarray. You focused on the feeling instead, the mere idea that Harry’s fingers were touching your pussy.

You could feel your legs begin to tremble, however, when his circles began to speed up. Your toes curled, and your breaths quickened.

“Oh…” you panted.

“Mmm, you like that?”

“Ohh, god yes.”

“Good girl. You’re doing great,” Harry cooed. “You’re getting so wet.”

Even with your eyes shut tight, you knew he was right. Not only could you feel the wetness dripping down your thigh, you could hear it like a sloshing mess as Harry pressed harder and moved his hand faster.

“Oh my god!” you cried.

“Do you want my fingers inside, or do you want me to keep going like this?”

“Like this!” you shouted a little too quickly.

Harry chuckled. “You got it, baby. I can do this as long as you need me to. Your pussy’s so pretty.”

You groaned at his words, the fire below igniting a whole knew sensation as you felt yourself grind against his hand. You dared a peek at him, opening your eyes to see him smirking at you. This was not his usual smirk like when he was kidding around with you, or letting you in on a secret. This was a smirk just for you, like he knew how he was making you feel, and he was enjoying it. Like he owned you. You always thought he was sexy, but fuck, when did he get so fucking sexy?!?

Harry’s hand slowed for just a moment, giving you both a bit of relief. Surely his wrist had to be aching by now, you thought. And the heavy stimulation was almost overwhelming for you. You noticed that’s when you would sometimes dry up and lose the orgasm entirely.

Shutting your eyes, you relaxed your hips, letting your legs fall open as they may, instead of tensed up like they were a moment before. You sighed again as Harry began to glide his fingertips up your slit and back down, gathering the wetness that had no doubt pooled at your entrance. You moaned at how delicately he was touching you now, with very little pressure at all.

“Fuck,” you cursed out loud, partly because it felt amazing and partly because you missed the friction. “Harry…”

“Yeah, babe. That feel good?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what, baby? You have to tell me.”

“Mmm, harder please.”

“Is that too soft?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Alright,” you heard him say, and you knew he was grinning. But before he resumed the pressure, he lightly patted your pussy with his hand.

You knew he was just being cocky now, but you didn’t care. You’d never felt so turned on in your life, even from your own hand. And while your end goal was to come, you also didn’t want this to end.

“H-h-harry…” you moaned, the incredible friction returning, the sensation creating an overwhelming urge in your belly. “Fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. Are you gonna come for me?”

That made you open your eyes. While his question was one you’d imagined him asking you every time you tried to get yourself off - and the sound of it coming from his lips was so fucking hot, it was a wonder you didn’t squirt right then and there - in the back of your mind you were still worried you couldn’t make it over the edge.

You reached out and grabbed his shirt in your fist, the other hand grasping at the sheet beneath you. Your eyes wide, you stared at him as you felt the pressure build and build, your legs trembling as you silently begged him to let you come.

“Oh my god!” you cried, tugging on his shirt.

And just at that moment, when you thought everything was about go black, Harry crashed his mouth into yours. Your tongue dancing with his, a low, aching moan rose from deep inside your gut. Your entire body shook as you held onto him, his fingers still caressing your wet clit as you came.

When you finally stopped shaking, but your chest was still heaving, Harry lifted both his head and his hand. Staring at you, he slid his hand up your waist, and his other cradled your neck. Then he pressed a kiss between your brows before resting his forehead against yours.

“Is that what you wanted, love?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Holy shit, Harry.”

With a deep chuckle, he shifted back to his side, pulling you with him. “I’m so glad I could do that for you,” he said, pushing a strand of hair from your face.

You looked at him in wonder. You’d always been in awe of him, since the first day you’d met. But now he was no longer just your friend Harry, your roommate Harry…he was…Harry! Jesus, what were you gonna do now?

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sirius black x reader (no longer just a one shot :3 ) ! warnings: the good kind of yearning.., friends to roommates to ?lovers?, bittersweetie, no war!au words count: 2,549 masterlist

a/n: might make a series of little blurbs as a continuation... undecided so lmk what u think!!!

Being friends with Sirius Black was the worst idea you could've ever had. It was hell. He was charming, awfully so. Flirty and caring with his friends in a way that made your heart skip a beat and your breath catch in your throat. He was the type of friend with no physical boundaries, his legs often thrown over yours, his arms often over your shoulders, lips whispering jokes into your ear.

It was an even worse idea to agree to move in with him after you graduated. James had gone off with Lily and Remus and Peter decided to split an apartment. Sirius, naturally, found one in the same building and dropped the twin key in your hand on graduation day, a wicked smile on his face. He hadn't even properly asked you. He had assumed, well he hoped, that you'd accept no matter what. He knew you had no other plans, no other place to go. He knew you'd love to because he knew you. Because he was your best friend.

So he didn't ask. The small silver dog keychain attached to the key was enough for you. 

The answer was always going to be yes. 

Living with Sirius meant a lot of things. It meant an abnormal amount of blankets and cushions thrown about, it meant the ever-growing collection of pictures framed on your walls or merely pasted on if Sirius had his way. Ever since Lily gifted him a muggle camera for graduation, he hadn't stopped taking pictures. Of your friends, of you in the kitchen or on your couch, your first night in the apartment he took pictures of your every move. He titled them all, in the back or on the bottom of it.

Darling brushing her teeth, 1st night in #717. You smiled through your toothbrush, shirt askew, with pajama pants that did not match in the slightest.

Doll’s first tea in #717 You couldn't see your face in this one, it was a closer shot of your hands around the teacup Lily bought you fifth year, the delicate flower pattern on the hard porcelain contrasting against the soft of your skin.

He titled them all, with his cursive loops and cloying nicknames. He’d even owl copies of them to your mom— why they even communicated was beyond you— you’d then have to repeatedly remind her, when your parents phoned, that 717 was your apartment number, and no mom I am not dating Sirius, yes I know he’s a wonderful guy, yes I’ll tell him you said hello. His photography habit had gotten so bad he even took pictures of the ladybug that seemed to live in the leaves of the small English Lavander that sat on your windowsill.

 Living with Sirius meant putting up with his tendency to ignore the fact that you needed to get a job, in fact, he'd drag you everywhere with him to avoid you even applying, his hand intertwined with yours, warm palms pressed against one another. He did it all the time, holding your hand, pressing a kiss against your temple when he insisted on getting into the crowded muggle metro more often than not, your bodies pressed together as he held you when the tube moved. Every time you complained, that he was holding you hostage, that at this pace you'd never find a job, he'd ask, with his head cocked to the side "Why do you have to get a job anyway? It's not like we need it"

"Sirius I need to make money," the tube shook the two of you, his arm instinctively wrapping around you to pull you closer as the other one maintained a white-knuckled grip on the bar above. "How am I going to afford anything? It’s been two years my savings are gone-"

"You don't need it though," his words were low on your ear, and carefree as if they didn't hold any importance. "I have more than enough to maintain us— for anything you might want" Your face heated, and you looked down hiding the surprise that you prayed he wouldn't see.

"I can't just bum off of you," your words were a timid mumble, and he barely heard you over the intercom announcing the station, if it wasn't because he had been tilted down close to your face, he might've not heard you at all. 

"You're not bumming off of me love, I want to take care of you, yea?" he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair, and you didn't refute. Not for now. Because in moments like these, when he acted like it was the most obvious answer in the world and didn't seem to give it a second thought, you could feel the words claw at your throat from the inside. A confession poisoning you from the inside out. 

But then he'd look at you.

With his gray eyes, the steel cool of them making your lungs expand wider than you thought possible and your heart beat out of your chest. So you'd decide, every time, that it wasn't the right moment. There was never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate that you were in love with him though. And through his piercing gaze, you thought he could see you using everything within you to hold back. 

You guessed it could be worse.

Being in love with Sirius Black was actually the worst thing to ever happen to you. It got even worse when you moved in together. Waking up to his shirtless self making you coffee the way you liked it, his head disheveled and unruly from bed but somehow just as gorgeous as when he had it fresh and styled, his long dark locks looking nothing short of heavenly in either form. It was the intimacy really— the domesticity of it all— that screwed you. Eating your eggs and toast over the soft tunes of his music, going to the market together, his fingers eventually finding yours as his other hand carried the shopping. His laundry mixed in with yours, falling asleep on the couch together, old muggle movies playing on the TV he bought four months after moving in. You still didn't have a stand for it, it sat on two boxes full of books. Neither of you minded, there was no rush after all. But then you thought of his unpacked bags and the singular box of belongings, it had been a bit more than two years since you moved in. Two years since you started the routine of getting dragged everywhere he went, spending your days lounging around with Sirius like nothing else mattered. But his trunk still housed half his belongings. His walls had a couple of pictures he had sellotaped on, and the large David Bowie poster he had bought the summer after sixth year, yet his clothes would go in and out of his trunk, and his closet sat mostly empty save the lone leather jacket he insisted on hanging. 

The thought of his lack of settling made your tummy twist in discomfort. 

But, again, you guessed it could be worse. Godric forbid you ever confess.

He'd be walking out the door with his bags.

You decided you'd be okay with letting it all rot inside of you. You didn't want to be too forward or rush into things when you, practically, knew he didn't feel the same. So you savored it, with everything you had in you. The stolen touches and even more stolen glances. The kiss he pressed against your cheek when he'd say goodbye, apparating away to go drink the night away with the rest of the marauders, James escaping from his soon-to-be father duties for a few hours. Sirius would press a kiss to your flushed cheeks when you'd go out with Lily as well, a small stay safe love, escaping his lips right before you slipped out the door.

"Tell him how I feel? Is pregnancy melting your brain, Lily?" You almost spit out your sweet cocktail. Lily flicked your forehead. 

"My brain is perfectly fine thank you very much," She huffed, the corners of her lips aching to break into a smile as she rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly.

"You two are practically together, you live together for Godric's sake" Marlene scoffed over her beer,

"Not to mention the shared bank account-" you slapped your forehead as Dorcas let the fact that he'd been basically spoiling you for a year slip, "And I've seen the way he looks at you sweets-" Dorcas's words were slurred by the alcohol in her system, and her head resting against Marlene's shoulder. "You don't look at someone that way unless you're in love with them"

Lily almost spit out her juice as she turned to you with wide eyes. "You got a shared vault now? James and I didn't even do that yet-"

You shook your head, "No no, crap Cas-" you took a shaky breath, as Marlene shook her head in disappointment and groaned out a small You're impossible. "He just keeps paying for things, and he won't let me get a job- honest, I've tried but he keeps planning things and I just never have any time-"

"So is he holding you captive or- I just don't see why you can't get a job" The three girls looked at you, incredulous looks on their faces as you struggled to explain.

"He just keeps saying to not worry-" You hid behind your hands now, embarrassment crawling up your neck. "I don't know- It's complete rubbish, he's insistent on the fact that he wants to take care of me" The girls let out a collective 'aww', all screaming eagerly over each other

"I should've kept it all to myself" you mumbled as you raised your now-empty glass at your waitress, the older woman shooting you a nod as she went to bring you another one. The girls booed at you, 

"Now that'd be no fun would it?" Lily shoved your shoulder playfully, Marlene and Dorcas giggling in agreement. 

Tell him how you feel.

The thought bounced in your head as you trudged up to your apartment. Fumbling with the keys as you tried to steady yourself. But you didn't need to, as Sirius opened the door. His shirt missing and his burgundy red pajama pants sat loosely at his hips, but you knew he hadn't slept yet. Otherwise, you would've been able to tell— his hair would be a mess, as he tended to bury his head between his pillows, blocking the world away while he slept.

"I could hear you fumbling your keys from down the hall doll" you giggled as you entered, your body instinctively falling into his for a hug. He couldn't help but laugh either, your cheek pressed against his chest as you mumbled out a thank you. The couple of drinks you had made you feel more than loose, giggly and you couldn't help but let the words slip from your lips.

"I love you, terribly so" you'd probably regret such a statement in the morning.

"I love you too darling" you groaned out a no as you peeled yourself off, it poured out of you instinctively. You threw yourself on the soft couch James's parents had given the two of you. We're throwing it out anyway lovies you keep it. You were sure, by Euphemia's playful glint, that this wasn't quite the case. But you appreciated it, the plush sofa softening your intentional fall. Sirius laughed as he approached the couch, crouching next to where your face was smushed into the smooth material of the sofa. His fingers moved the hair away from your face, his eyes locking in with yours as his lips split into a lazy smile.

"Knew you'd make fun of me," You mumbled and his lips twisted into an exaggerated pout now, repressing the need to laugh and you buried your face into the cushions with another groan. 

He would've been lying if he said his heart hadn't skipped a beat, a flicker of hope that maybe, you felt as he did. Maybe your heart ran quicker when he held your hand, maybe the goodnight kisses you pressed against his cheek, against his forehead meant more, maybe the smile you had given him when he presented you with the key to your shared apartment, the smile that made him feel as if he was staring straight into the sun, meant something more. 

But for now, that would have to wait.

As he got you up and into the bathroom, wiping your makeup off with a damp cloth, you gave a mumbled slurred summary of your night. He made you close your eyes as he wiped away the mascara, and you listed the vague number of drinks you'd had— plus the drinks you had to make up for Lily’s inability to drink right now, Marlene’s idea of course. His fingers curled around your chin as he moved your face, and at any other moment, you would've been positively frazzled. But as you spoke of the shaky walk home after Marlene dropped you off down the street, you could only revel in his touch as he hummed along and got you ready for bed. The stubborn lipstick made his cheeks flush as he wiped at your lips repeatedly, making them look plump and if he hadn't had the ounce of self-control he still vaguely maintained he would've kissed you right there and then. But it just wasn't the time for it, there's never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate you're in love with them, is there?

Stumbling around the room with you, the pajamas he managed to get over your form as he tried not to look at you in your underwear— not that you cared at the minute— it all made his heart swell. A stolen moment for him to think on later, the small giggles that escaped your face, or the innocent clutch you had on his hand. You ran your fingers down the features of his face as he helped you lay down. He tucked you into your bed with a kiss on your cheek and a giggle erupting from your chest.

His heart ached with longing but he guessed it could be worse. 

You could've said no to living with him. 

You gave him a faux pout, and he mirrored it. 

"What is it lovely?" 

"Missed you tonight-" he could feel the crimson intensify in his cheeks at your words, but he ignored the flush and moved a stray hair away from your face. 

"I missed you too love, next time let's go together yeah?" You hummed in agreement, a small love you slipping past right as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep covering you like a blanket.

"I fear I might be in love with you doll," he sighed, yet you didn't answer to his whispered confession. Your chest rose and fell steadily. Part of him was glad, the thought of your reaction to his feelings chilling him to the core. It could be worse, he thought. 

Yes, he'd rather have this than nothing at all. Godric forbid he ever confesses.

You'd be walking out the door with your bags.

[searios]

what if i was 11 and i begged the sorting hat to put me in gryffindor just to be with you

what if i was 15 and you were there for me when no one else was

what if i was 16 and you were the only person i could think of as i ran away from grimmauld place

what if i was 18 and you asked me to be your best man at your wedding

what if i was 19 and you told me i would be your son's godfather

what if i was 20 and i did everything i could to protect you

what if i was 21 and my life ended when yours did

what if i'm 36 and i haven't stopped thinking about you since then, it was about time we met again

[kalivodas]

part two to this little thang

warnings this is nasty he is nasty we are nasty i am nasty :/ freeuse! reader, p in v and m!received oral and he’s kinda mean about it but he’s so pretty you barely notice. DUBCON ! ! !

YOUR MIND IS reeling when kyle stalks away from you. he’d reached inside your chest, plucked out your heart and played with it right infront of you. squeezed it twice for good measure and shoved it back in with a grin on his face.

“prick,” you mumble to the empty air of your shared living room.

a sick little thought falls into the rather unyielding part of your head. it dances on your tongue, burns like fever and makes you jump to your feet like hot coals were under your ass. they were about to be.

you pad off to the bathroom, soft tiptoes as you, with as much silence as you can muster, crack open the bathroom door. the showers loud and hot, beating on his skin like the sun in the middle of july.

you grab his things. towel hooked on the wall, the fresh clothes he had folded on the counter, dirty ones he had kicked off. you throw them all on his bed, and amble back into the living room to prepare for combat.

your hands hang uncomfortably in your lap. waiting. waiting. waiting a little mor—

kyle yells your name. it doesn’t sound mean, though, but like you’d just started a game you didn’t know the rules to.

“yeah?” you call back nonchalantly. the bathroom door clicks and you picture him, junk in hand, shivering and stalking off to his bedroom.

you fall into a little heap of giggles. until you hear the soles of his feet carry him into the living room. your head jerks around, almost involuntarily, and your jaw seems to unhinge itself from your top row of teeth.

kyle garrick was as naked as the day he was born. infront of you. grinning.

there was no shame to him, you’d have to buy some and shove it down his throat for that.

you are staring up at him, indecorously, then down, then back up for a moment. he was chubbing up. the bastard, you think. your jaw snaps shut when he closes the space between the two of you.

“think you’re funny, lovie?” he asks, gaze pressing onto you like it’d hurt him to look away.

you nod your head a little. “well, yeah.”

“brat.” the words bite, sting for a few moments, but the way his face softens at you — lips turning up sweetly, you don’t know whether to tear up or mewl.

his hands caress your face, envelope it between those two taut palms. he leans down and kisses your mouth. his tongue finds your lips, prying and pushing until he’s licking inside your mouth like he wants to find sanctuary.

you whine. his groan vibrates your teeth.

his posture straightens, one hand finds his own cock, and he strokes it once or twice before he’s directing the hard length to your cheek. he taps it against your mouth, lets his chest shake when you let out a pathetic whimper.

“what, you don’t like it when i’m mean to you?” he coos.

your head shakes, bottom lip protruding into a ruby pout. the way you shift on your thighs say otherwise.

“if i shoved my hand down those pretty shorts, your pussy wouldn’t drip on me, would it, baby?” he laughs when he feels fever hit your cheeks. he strokes his thumb against it before he pinches your jaw.

“open up.”

your pupils blow, but you listen to him. your tongue falls from your mouth, and you widen your mouth as far as possible.

he was— fuck, it was huge.

he spits on your tongue before he’s shoving his dick in the gap of your mouth. his body shudders at how wet your fucking mouth is.

he’s sweet at first, just slides himself up and down your tongue. when drool starts to pour from the corners of your cheeks, the saccharine of him melts.

gaz hooks a finger in your cheek to allow himself further in, and when your throat seizes around him, he pulls out quickly. stares down at you for a minute, and big, searching eyes stare up at him. he thinks there are fat tears pricking the corner of them.

“‘m not gonna last with that pretty mouth,” he stammers out, and the revelation seems to draw you further in. you reach back out, wrap a hand around all you can manage of that lovely cock, and put those pouty lips right to work.

your eagerness excited him. you can feel it against the flat of your tongue, how he seems to jump in your mouth, how his hips stutter and his vice on you tightens.

“want it in my mouth,” you whine. “fill it up, pretty boy.”

he comes at that, thick white spurts hitting the back of your throat as your nose tickled his base. his hand is set like stone on the back of your neck, and he doesn’t realize until you’re sputtering for air.

“fuck,” he pants, and pulls you out of your seat so he can finally put his bloody mouth on yours again. “why’ve we neva’ tried that?”

“dunno,” you place a wet kiss on gaz’s face. “i’m not a frequent klepto.”

his chest rumbles as he tugs you up and onto his lap. he’s already rocking a mean semi, but his hips glide up to your thighs, and he meets that warm, soft, wetness of you, he’s ready to bully his cock into you until the sun comes up.

a/n : dedicated to the people who asked for a continuation sending x’s and o’s @iite-cool @mistydeyes @yuksthings 💋 💋 💋

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"the room is on fire and she's fixing her hair" and it's lilypad as roommates

[basiatlu]

Day 17: Ritual

I did this in 2 1/2 hrs — I’m a smidge proud.

[tiredinwinter]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, GOD I MISSED THEM AAAAAAA!!!

I absolutely forgot how cool their dynamic is. It is so close, I love the friendship aspect in this so much. Their friends the apartment how sweet everyone is 🥺🥺🥺🥺

What I'd give for a dynamic like this 😭😭😭😭

And their arrangement!!!!! They are both so gone for each other JUST GIVE IN YOU GUYS THERE IS LITERALLY NO POINT

Stupid babies edging each other to go all the way. I loved the taco Tuesday scene too. They must've been SO OBVIOUS for everyone 😂

This was so good, I've missed them so much and I'm glad to have gotten an update so unexpectedly 💕💕💕💕

Roommates Part 6

summary: The morning after and their next hookup...

warning: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, gentle domrry

word count: 9k+

author’s note: After 6 damn months, part 6 is here. This is one of those series I lost all motivation for... then I randomly found that motivation again and decided to finally finish off the draft that's been sitting in my drafts for months.

It's been a while, so for new and old readers I heavily suggest going back and rereading the series (or if your memory is excellent, at least part 5 to get a gist of what's going on). Read Part 5 Here

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Harry kept giving you eyes over the table, and it was incredibly distracting. 

You tried to focus on the conversation or at the very least the delicious taco in your hand ready to be eaten, but every time you leaned in to have a bite you felt Harry's gaze on you, and it was lighting your body up with fire.

The last five days have been... something else. There were truly no words that could describe how fucking horny you had been since your little mutual masturbation night with him. Because really, it was an entire night of him somehow managing to make you edge yourself while simultaneously overstimulating you over and over again.

You didn't know how hot mutual masturbation could be until you actually did it. You never reached for a video like that to watch, nor did you fantasize about watching a guy jerk off. The picture of Harry doing it had infected your mind since the day he suggested this little arrangement, but that was only after he said it. 

Exhibitionism to you had always been about doing it with a partner and the riskiness of doing something you knew you shouldn’t in a not-so-private place. It was never about solo play because that wasn’t fun for you. But this? Having Harry watch you stroked that side of you so perfectly you wanted to do it over and over again.

He had complete control over the entire situation, in a way that made shivers go down your spine just thinking about it. In your day-to-day lives, Harry never told you what to do or tried to take control of anything. He was respectful and always aware of your boundaries.

In the bedroom, however, he turned into another person. While respectful of your boundaries, he made sure to do everything possible within them. That included telling you when and how to touch and to not take your vibrator away from your clit even if you wanted to.

Despite how dominant he was in the bedroom, and how intense it was to have him naked in front and beside you, your relationship remained relatively the same. Aside from the fact that you were now horny 110% of the time instead of 80% of the time around him, it felt the same. Harry put a real effort into remaining casual and light about the whole situation.

If anything, it felt more open and relaxed now that you didn't have to tiptoe around your attraction for each other. Even with his proposition and the lap dance you had given him, you still didn't really acknowledge out loud how sexually frustrated you made each other. Now it was all you could think about.

When Harry decided to check in on you before he left for work on Friday morning, it took everything in you not to pull him into bed so you could make yourself come for him again. 

“Hey, you awake, love?” Harry knocked on your door and opened it, peaking his head through.

You had a full day off and you were taking advantage of it, lying in bed as long as humanly possible before someone decided to visit, or Marty needed to go to the bathroom. He was snuggled up at the end of your bed, needing to be close to you but far enough that you wouldn’t bother him while he was sleeping.

“Hey, rockstar” you smiled, sitting up and leaning against your headboard. You were barely dressed, just a bralette and short shorts that were hidden by your duvet.

His eyes scanned your body before he had to snap himself out of it and enter your room, coming to sit on the edge of your bed beside Marty. He was dressed in his work uniform, a black pair of skinny jeans and the bar t-shirt which showed off his broad shoulders and toned muscles.

He looked delicious and smelt so heavenly you wanted to eat him. That aftershave of his would’ve gotten him so many tips by now.

“Just wanted to say goodbye, you probably won’t be awake by the time I get back” he reached and gently patted behind Marty’s ears, rubbing along the back of his head. Unlike when you tried to pat him when he was asleep and got given the rudest side eye, Marty nuzzled into Harry’s touch.

“You never just come in here and sit on my bed to say goodbye, Harry” you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Maybe I’m here to say goodbye to Marty too, little asshole never says goodbye to me when I leave” Harry cooed, looking down at Marty who was completely unaware of Harry’s insult.

“Okay, rude” you scoffed, scanning him as he scratched Marty’s head. 

Even just doing that, he looked phenomenal. It was really quite rude how Harry managed to look so goddamn perfect every second of every day. After the full-on night you had last night, you expected him to be exhausted and barely moving, yet he seemed wide awake with energy.

That energy could be used so much better elsewhere, but you tried not to dwell on it or become greedy since you were just intimate last night. 

“C’mon H, spill” you pressed.

His eyes met yours, sending shivers down your spine. His eye contact was so intense sometimes you could barely stand to look at him; no one had ever made you feel as flustered as he did.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay… after last night” he chose his words carefully and you could tell he was trying to tip toe around.

You smiled at how sweet he was being, but it was so unnecessary considering how enthusiastic you had been last night. You didn’t want it to be like this; something he had to tip toe around or feel cautious about because he was worried about your feelings.

Doing that with him was freeing and knocked down a wall between you too, and you felt really good about what happened. Part of you was a little worried about your feelings that had been toeing the line between friendship and more for a long time, but you pushed that far away to focus on the good feelings you felt about the situation.

It was one of the things you loved about him, how constantly aware and careful he was about your boundaries and feelings. But with this, you just wanted it to be something that he felt totally comfortable with, for himself and for you. 

“I am, I honestly feel really good and I definitely want to continue” You smiled, “Are you okay?” you replied, looking at him cautiously.

Harry was more than okay. Hearing you say that you felt good made him feel a lot better about his own feelings. Even after the late night you shared, Harry could barely get any sleep. He was tossing and turning for over an hour before he got up to see if you were the same.

You weren’t. You were fast asleep, freshly showered and dressed in barely anything, laying on your stomach above your covers. It felt wrong for him to look at you like that, so he very quickly returned to his own bed to try and get some sleep.

But he just couldn’t get you out of his head. The curve of your ass, the dip of your waist, the way you moaned out his name barely two hours earlier. He spent the next hour trying not to think of you, which only made him think of you more and resulted in his cock sore and hard, despite the fact he came three times in the hours you spent together.

By the time he had a cold shower after deciding it was better than giving himself another orgasm that probably would’ve hurt, he was still thinking about you. It felt borderline obsessive when he finally managed to sleep then woke up with you still on his mind.

Harry just couldn’t stop thinking about you and what had happened. He was left feeling satisfied, yet at the same time so fucking not it was crazy. He was hungry and had a deep craving to see you and play with you again.

At the end of the day, you both had to be feeling comfortable in this new arrangement for it to work. If you decided that it was too far, even after your enthusiastic participation last night, he’d go along with that with the upmost respect for your decision. But fuck was he glad that wasn’t the case.

Harry couldn't think of something he wanted less. On his list of things he wanted, stopping this mutual masturbation pact of yours was so far down it surpassed dying and starvation. Seeing you in a state he had only fantasised about got him hooked.

Your sounds, your facial expressions, the little shake in your legs when he made you make yourself come another time... fuck, he couldn't get it out of his head. And he just didn't want to stop. Frankly, he wanted to push past the no-touching rule and get his hands all over you, even if it was something he doubted would happen.

He wanted to touch you and taste you, make you come on his cock and mouth. He wanted to have you in every position and every place, over the counter, in your bed, his bed, upstairs on the roof, in the supply cupboard at work.

Harry knew it was dangerous to think like this, especially when your boundaries and your needs were always at the forefront of his mind. But he was only a man and seeing you naked woke up a feral part of his mind that he tried to keep at bay. He could control himself, yes, but when he had you squirming and naked in front of him he didn't want to.

“Really fucking good” he admitted, making you chuckle.

“Yeah?” you asked, untucking yourself from your duvet and shuffling over so you were sat on your knees beside him. His breath hitched as he looked at you, your shorts basically covering nothing and your breasts spilling out of your bralette.

“Yeah” he breathed, “looking forward to doing it again if ‘m honest” his eyes darkened the longer he looked at you, and you could feel desire swirl in your stomach for him.

“You better stop looking at me like that if you want to make it on time to work, Harry. Just because you were a rockstar last night doesn’t give you an excuse to be late” you replied teasingly, looking down at his lips momentarily.

A smirk played on his lips as he reached up to cup your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Maybe I should call in sick?”

“Alex would never allow that. She’d be running down here so fast then what would we do? We still need to air out the apartment of sex” you mused, letting out a shaky breath as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“What if I told her to fuck off because I’m trying to watch her best friend touch herself?” he asked with a raised brow. His words were utterly filthy, and your body was growing hotter by the second.

“Then we’d both be dead because we didn’t tell her.” you subconsciously leaned into his touch, your hand falling to his knee.

“True” he laughed, “Would you want to tell her?”

“No. Rather keep you my little secret” you shook your head, squeezing his knee and giving him those classic doe eyes of yours. There was nothing better than teasing a man, especially when you couldn’t follow through with your teasing.

“Little secret, huh? That mean we’d have to sneak around to do the dirty?” he smirked, leaning in closer and putting his other hand on your thigh. Your thighs clenched on their own, his eyes drawing to them at the motion.

“Mhmm, you alright with that, rockstar?” you slid your hand up a little higher, hearing his breath hitch. He didn’t show any struggle and copied your actions by sliding his hand further up your thigh.

“More than alright with that. Like knowing I get you all to myself without anyone else knowing” the thought of having something secret that was just yours was so tempting to Harry, and he loved the idea of it. Your lives were so open to your friends, including the open-door policy that Harry had no issues adapting when he first moved in.

Not everyone would do that, but Harry liked the thought especially since he was new to the city and wanted friends so he didn’t bother Mitch and Sarah all the time. He felt even more comfortable with your apartment rules when he met your friends and actually liked them. Well, except Mike, but he was still in his moody ignoring you stage so he hadn’t been coming around much recently.

“God… you really need to go if you keep looking at me like that” you let out a breathy chuckle, your core clenching at the feeling of his hand on your bare skin. The touch was borderline too intimate, but you liked the feeling way too much to tell him to stop.

Harry reluctantly grabbed his phone from his pocket to check the time and widened his eyes when he saw it, jumping up from the bed. Your body cried out at the loss of his touch, but you didn’t let it show. “Fuck, I’m gonna be late”

“Bye” you smiled, watching him walk to the door. He quickly turned back around and cupped your cheek, his pinky digging right under your jaw in a way so tantalising you could scream then pulled you up with a gentle grip to kiss your cheek.

“Bye, love” he smirked, pulling away and running out of your room to grab his things.

Since your little chat tension had been rising every day in your apartment. Between working, school, and Harry's rehearsals, the two of you barely had time to eat let alone masturbate together or even by yourselves. Harry had to work all weekend while you finished off assignments, then when he had a free day, you had uni.

Taco Tuesday, however, was a night both of you always reserved, and there was just this feeling in the air of pure lust. The knowledge that you both had a free night once everyone left was hanging over your shoulders and it was hard to hide how worked up you were.

You took another bite of your taco, letting out a 'hmph' when you felt Harry's foot brush up against your calf. It was a good thing that you were sitting opposite each other, a choice made by Alex because apparently you 'distract each other too much and ignore the group' when you're sat together. It was a bigger group than usual tonight, Mitch, Sarah, and Pauli joining you alongside Mark and Joe.

You didn't expect Mike to join you all, to be honest, since things have been a little awkward between you two recently. But you were glad he did. It was always an open invitation and you didn't want your friendship to be ruined over something casual in the first place.

You will admit that the last truth or dare game was a little more than awkward, and you knew that Mike was trying to seem buff or one-up Harry the whole night. So far they've been civil, but you got the same feeling as that night through the slight side eye Mike was delivering.

It was Pauli’s first Taco Tuesday with you all, so you were trying to ignore Mike's behaviour and really try and welcome him and get to know them. But fuck, with the way Harry was staring at you, you could barely eat let alone make conversation with a new person.

You were usually good with pretending that you weren’t horny, especially considering you were pretending you weren’t attracted to Harry for weeks before this whole arrangement started.

Some days Alex would make sure you and Harry sat together, yet taco Tuesdays were sacred to her, so she split you up this week. Part of it was because of Pauli, and it made sense because you and Harry tended to keep to yourselves and whisper to each other when you weren’t part of a conversation. But it was rather annoying and didn't seem to be working as you and Harry started playing footies under the table.

You gave him a little kick and widened your eyes in a 'stop that' way as you finished off your taco and went to take a sip of your margarita. He just smirked and cocked his head, 'accidentally' knocking his fork off the table and muttering a quick “I'll get that” before he slid off his chair and onto his knees.

Your whole body froze as he made direct eye contact with you on the way down. You could see the top of his head from your position but that was it and you weren't sure what he was going to do.

Every bit of you was tense and you were trying to pretend like he didn’t go underneath the table to do something sketchy. You felt his fingers lightly graze your calves, making you jump a little in your chair. Sarah looked at you concerned from where she was sat beside you, but you just smiled at her and went to make up a second taco.

Your hands were shaking with how nervous you were, Harry’s hands gliding up to your pressed thighs and up further to the hem of your dress. The smallest little ‘hmph’ left your mouth that was thankfully covered by Alex’s animated storyteller skills.

You know someone would become suspicious about Harry’s absence under the table to pick up his fork which should’ve taken less than 30 seconds, so you gave him a little kick to tell him to stop. He moved barely a second later, his hands disappearing from your thighs and finally giving you space to breathe.

He was trying to rile you up and it was definitely working. Despite how tense you were, his touch lit your body up and you could feel your clit pulse with need. Harry used the limited touch he was allowed to his advantage, and you hated it. When he popped up from the table and flashed you a smirk across the table, you wanted to throw your knife at him out of sheer frustration.

You tried to go on eating your taco in peace, looking at everyone but Harry so you could get through it. Once you had finished it and were on your last bite, Harry texted you like clockwork, your screen illuminating with his contact name. Your brows furrowed as you raised your phone a little to read the message, still chewing on your last bit of taco.

Rockstar: go to the bathroom and take off your underwear. Rockstar: bring them back for me.

Your eyes widened as you began coughing on your food, frantically turning your phone face down as you covered your mouth with your hand. “Oh gees, you alright?” Sarah asked, tapping your back.

You nodded and sent her a small smile as you tried to swallow your last bite, looking at Harry across the table who was watching you intently with a smirk on his lips. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, tilting his head towards his phone in a way that meant ‘go do it’.

Part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off so your friends wouldn’t catch on while the other wanted to hand deliver him your soaked underwear without anyone realising. He never ended up returning the first pair he stole from you, so you hoped they ended up in the wash and would return back to your room safely at some point.

“Yep, all good” you coughed, “I’m just going to go to the bathroom quickly” you made eye contact with him as you spoke, feeling your body hum at how sickening his smirk turned. You both had been waiting for an opportunity like this and starting it out like the first time you did it felt good.

Once you entered the bathroom, you slipped them off and bundled them up as tight as they could go. You were lucky to be wearing a small g-string instead of your granny panties, so they were easy to tuck into themselves and hide in a tight fist.

You weren’t really sure what your plan of action was. Getting the underwear to Harry without anyone noticing was going to be a bit of a struggle, but the game of it was exciting and you could feel your core clenching and unclenching in suspense of what he was going to do next. 

It was clear he was running the show tonight, and you had no issues with that as long as you saw his cock and got an orgasm out of it.

You returned and spotted the empty jug of margarita on the table, giving you the perfect opportunity to get close to Harry. “Anyone up for another round?” Keeping your hand with your underwear in it pressed against your side, you stood beside Harry and leaned over him to grab the jug. “Sorry, H” you apologised, smiling down on him as your other hand subtly pressed to his thigh where he grabbed the underwear from your hand.

To anyone else it looked like you were using him for balance, something no one would question considering how close you two were. “What type of question is that?” Macy scoffed, “of course I want another marg” she quickly sculled the rest of hers, letting out a loud sigh of contentment.

“Okay, calm your farm” you laughed, brushing your hand along Harry’s shoulder and the back of his neck as you walked into the kitchen. You could feel him tense up at the touch, making you look back with a little smirk as you made eye contact with him.

“I’ll help” he said, too loudly and standing up to come join you. He quickly slid your underwear into his shorts pocket before Alex loudly interrupted him.

"No, babe, I'll help. You sit your pretty ass down" Alex ordered, leaving no room for interruption as she pressed her hand into his shoulder to make him sit down. He looked over at you and you simply smiled and shrugged before he begrudgingly sat down. 

Alex was all for 'fuck the patriarchy' and in any other case she'd force Harry to get up and make them himself since he was so eager to help you, but she had been wanting to get you alone all night. Ever since she entered the apartment she could feel the sexual tension in the air and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Harry kept looking over at you as Alex joined you in the kitchen, working on cutting up some more limes while you poured ice into the blender.

“So, honey, how did you feel about your training today?” Alex asked, nudging your arm to get your attention. 

You were way too focused on measuring the tequila even though you'd usually just free pour until it 'felt right'. Nothing felt right tonight, not while you were going commando and squeezing your thighs together to relieve the tension between your legs.

Alex could tell you were distracted, and she just knew it was because something happened between you and Harry. There was just this hint of… something in the air that told Alex everything she needed to know. She wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but until she found out she wasn’t going to draw attention from the group to the way you two were interacting all night, something she definitely would’ve done in any other case.

“Good" you replied absent-mindedly before adding triple sec to the blender. "The actual mixing of drinks is fine but it’s the ingredients I’ll for sure fuck up at some point” you laughed, looking at her for a moment before watching her expertly pick up two lime wedges in each hand to squeeze them into the blender.

"You'll get the hang of it, there's always those tables to reference-" Alex abruptly stopped her loud talking to hiss lowly in your ear as she squeezed the limes, using the proximity to be able to whisper. "Okay, what the fuck is going on between you two? You’ve been giving each other eyes all night. Have you slept together? Is that it!?” 

"What, no! What are you talking about?" you replied defensively, speaking lowly but not as whispery as her. If it looked like the two of you were talking about something secret, everyone would want to know what was going on and that's the last thing you needed.

"That is such bullshit! Come on, I'm your bestest friend in the entire world you can tell me" she pressed, standing way too close as you slammed the lid onto the blender and picked it up, turning to the other side of the kitchen to put it on its stand. She practically stood on top of you, her body pressed to your side as you moved.

"Sorry. Can't hear you" you replied with a grin, turning the blender on so it would drown out her voice. She let out a loud huff which you managed to hear over the sound of the blender and slapped your arm, making you gasp in feign-hurt and stick your tongue out to her.

"You're such a bitch! Since when do you keep secrets from me!?" She screeched, her voice barely audible over the blender. You groaned and turned off the blender, turning to her. 

She wasn’t going to stop until you gave her something. And that something had to be believable. You weren’t the best liar and you held your heart on your sleeve, so you went with something that wasn’t really a lie… just a different version of what happened. 

“Okay. If you must know he walked in on me using my vibrator, legs spread open like I was giving birth or something.” Her eyes widened, and amusement started to show on her face. “So, now it’s been, like… weird.” You looked over to Harry, who was already looking right at you. But it wasn’t with an embarrassed or guilty look, it was with hunger. 

You forced yourself to look back at Alex, speaking quietly so no one else would hear. When he looked at you like that, it made the fact that you were commando underneath your dress painfully obvious. 

“He was so apologetic and embarrassed and I… I had to like convince him that it’s normal and not a big deal. So now we’re just joking around about it. I’m trying to ignore the fact that one of the hottest men I know saw my entire vagina” you shrugged, trying to play it off with a light chuckle. 

It wasn’t too far from the truth, really, but believable enough for Alex to find it funny and make sense of it. 

“Oh I seeee” she grinned, taking over the cocktail making and grabbing the blender cup to pour the concoction into the glasses. “So now that he’s seen your pretty vagina he wants you even more than he did before” 

“Alex!” You hissed, slapping her arm. She laughed and nudged you, finishing her pouring and setting the cup onto the bench. 

“I’ve seen your pussy, babe. It is pretty” 

“I know. And that’s not what I’m talking about.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He doesn’t want me, you’re being ridiculous. We’re just friends” 

“Sure, but you’ll owe me $20 when you two finally fuck and admit you love each other” 

You looked back at Harry, his eyes on yours but this time quickly looking away as he laughed at something Pauli said. That would never happen. Falling in love with Harry would actually be quite easy because there was so much to love about him. But you wouldn’t let yourself. You couldn’t. 

“Yeah… that’ll never happen.”

//

The moment the front door closed after bidding goodbye to everyone, it was like the temperature had risen 100° inside your apartment. For the first time all week, you two were alone and had time. You had time to finally sate the desires you had been struggling to contain since you first hooked up. 

“Hi.” You grinned, grabbing onto the front of Harry’s t-shirt and pulling him closer to you. 

“Hi” he smiled back, all dimply and gorgeous. He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you so you were now flush together. He was warm and firm against you, and you could feel his cock against your belly. 

He wasn’t hard just yet, but you could still feel his length through his shorts and that excited you.

“Did you have a good night? I really liked Pauli, he fits really well in our group.” You played with the buttons on his shirt, not undoing any but alluding to the fact that you wanted him naked. 

“I did. I always have a good night with you…” he paused, like he wanted that to be the end. But he was quick to jump in and rectify it. “And everyone else. Think Pauli loved your cocktails a bit too much, they were happy as anything.” he laughed. God, you loved his laugh. 

“I’m glad” you laughed back, swallowing a bit uneasy when the laughter died down and the house suddenly felt so quiet. There was a bit of silence and a shudder ran through your body when he flexed his hands against your hips. 

You were just so pretty. Harry found himself quite enamoured by you. 

“So… finally alone, huh?… Been thinking about you a lot, y’know” Harry broke the silence, his voice lowered into a murmur. “Especially when you handed me these and they were fucking soaked” he fished your underwear from his pocket and held them up in the air, smirking as he looked between you and the thin soaked material. 

You blushed but stood your ground, biting your lip. “I’ve been thinking about you too, a lot” 

“Yeah?” He dropped your underwear carelessly to the floor, cupping your face and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. 

You could taste the faintest flavour of it… your arousal from your underwear and it was getting you beyond horny. You imagined what it would be like for Harry to be the one to finger you, to touch you and make you lick his fingers clean. Or further… so much further. For him to cum inside you and feed you his cum on his fingers. 

Stop… you had to stop imagining things further than this. Further than keeping your hands to yourself and walls around your heart. 

“You get yourself all wet for me? Because god have I been hard for you. It’s been hard to control myself when you always look so damn good” he groaned a little, squeezing his fingers into your hip and making you gasp a little. 

His words were making your head spin, especially when the tip of his thumb slipped into your mouth. 

“Uhuh… Take me to bed, please”

Harry picked you up, keeping eye contact with you as his eyes scanned your face, falling to your mouth naturally. It was hard to navigate a sexual encounter when you couldn’t kiss the person, or touch them how you wanted. 

If it were up to Harry his tongue would be in your mouth already and his hands would be under your dress. They’d be on your ass, on your breasts… between those pretty thighs of yours in your slick centre. 

“Which room?” He asked once entering the short hallway to your rooms. 

“Mine, my vibrator’s in there” you grinned, adjusting in his grip. He groaned at the feeling of your pussy right on his cock, which was hardening at the second just holding you in his arms. 

Marty was happily sleeping on Harry’s bed, so in that way it was better to go to your room too. He seemed to like Harry’s room more than yours. Ever since Harry moved in, Marty was utterly obsessed with him. He’d follow him around the apartment and even go with him on his morning runs which was unusual for Marty. 

Marty was more of a leisurely stroll type of dog, maybe a game of fetch every now and then when he was in the mood. He got zoomies, but he wasn’t much of a runner. With Harry though, he could run every morning and was always up for a game. 

You thought Marty was your dog. Like every human has a soulmate, animals have soulmates too. A human that’s their other half… their person. 

You thought that Marty was your soulmate in dog form. Like you two were kindred spirits because you both liked to sleep in and stroll rather than run. You both liked to eat and nap and binge-watch TV shows together. 

Marty had a soft spot for Animal Planet but had an equally excitable bark when Shannon and Tamra got into screaming matches in Real Housewives of Orange County. It was perfect. He was like you in dog form. 

And he still liked to do those things, but when Harry entered your life he seemed to inject a new lease on life into him. It was so cool to see, because Harry had a similar effect on you too. So maybe Harry was his person, not you. Or maybe Marty’s human soulmate was you and Harry combined. 

“Can do, princess” Harry smirked back, entering your room and kicking your door closed with his foot. 

“Princess huh? Never been called that before” you breathed, feeling an outer body sort of reaction to the pet name. It sent a shudder through your body and had your core pulsing with need. 

“Is it okay?” Harry asked, dropping you onto the edge of your bed softly. The name slipped off his tongue naturally, but if you didn’t like it he’d never utter it again. Harry only wanted to do what pleased you, always. 

You nodded eagerly, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt in a rush. Now that you were here, in your bedroom where you often lay awake at night thinking about the man in front of you, you just wanted him naked. You wanted to create a memory you could think back to, rather than making one up out of the figment of your imagination.

“I like it, a lot” you assured him, getting his shirt finally unbuttoned and pushing it past his shoulders so it would fall to the ground. When his chest was fully revealed to you, you felt your body tense up and your breath get caught in your throat. 

He was just so goddamn attractive, it hurt. Soft skin stretched over defined muscles. Chest hair and a happy trail that made you ravenous. Those little necklaces of his teased you in the best possible way and drew your attention to the tattoos perfectly placed on his chest. 

God you loved his tattoos. Your eyes started dragging down, from the swallows to the moth then further to those two ferns that always gave you the most vivid dreams. 

“I love when you look at me like that” he mumbled, grabbing the bottom of your dress and starting to tug it up. 

He tried his best to not touch you as he lifted your dress, knowing that it could potentially cross your boundaries even if his knuckles brushed against the skin at your hips or waist. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“How do I look at you?” you hummed, biting your lip to conceal a smile as you lifted your arms up so he could remove your dress before immediately working on pulling his shorts and boxers down. You weren’t wearing a bra because the dress had a bit of support in it, so you were left fully naked in front of him.

“Like I look at you” he reached out, brushing his fingers gently against your arm. “With desire.”

He was mesmerised by your body, just like he was last time. Your soft skin, the curves and goosebumps and stretch marks and all. He loved your breasts and those pretty perky nipples and god did he love the shine of your arousal on your pussy. 

He loved that he turned you on, that you were attracted to him. He knew he was a conventionally attractive person, so it really wasn’t too hard to find someone that was into him, even on the days he felt unattractive or not super confident in himself. 

But you… it made him feel good about himself to know that you liked him enough to let him see you naked. 

When he found out that you had been thinking about him, it only fuelled his ego even more and made him even more determined to make this arrangement of yours the best damn sexual experience within the boundaries. 

He had many ideas already, but it was probably too early to do the things he fantasised about. He wasn’t even sure you’d be into them… but he hoped you would be.

“How about we put that desire to work then, hmm?” His bottoms fell to the floor, exposing his hard cock and muscular thighs. The sight of his cock had your mouth watering and Harry could see the raw hunger in your eyes just looking at it.

What he would do to have you on your knees before him right now…

You ran your finger up the middle of his chest, only letting the tip of your nail touch his skin to tease him a little. You were definitely more submissive at heart and the moment Harry started directing you, you’d be putty in his hands. But you also loved to tease, and seeing his reaction when you did so.

He inhaled a shaky breath, which then got caught in his throat when you turned around and crawled onto the bed. You made a show of it, swaying your hips more than usual and arching your back to make your ass look better. 

His stare practically burned your skin and you made sure every move you made was deliberate, even when you sat back on your heels, still facing away from him and reached to open the bottom drawer of your bedside table.

“What do you want me to use, Harry?” you looked at him over your shoulder, finding him intensely looking at your back. He kneeled on the bed and shuffled forward a little, close enough to see the contents of your drawer while still leaving a decent gap between you so he was more towards the end of the bed.

“The pink one… and the purple one” he rasped, after a moment of scanning the array of toys in your drawer. 

There were many types in there, including ones that sent his mind spiralling at the imagery they brought on. Double-ended dildos and strap-ons included, as well as a ball gag and nipple clamps. 

He thought back to his welcome party, remembering that redhead going into your room with you and immediately wondered if you topped her or if it was the other way around. For Harry, when he was with a male partner he tended to be more submissive but with women he was dominant. 

You were clearly submissive with him, but you also had this very flirty and assertive side of you that he knew couldn’t go to waste. You were cheeky at times with him too and liked to tease a lot. 

He couldn’t lie… the curiosity was eating at him. He also couldn’t deny, that despite his usual dominant tendencies with women, his mind imagined you using that strap… on him. He knew the pleasure that brought and always enjoyed the mindblowing orgasms he had when he was stimulated anally.

But he had never experimented with that with a female partner. And now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Harry settled on two toys. The pink was a little hand-sized air-pulsing toy and the purple was a long, slender rabbit toy that he was utterly looking forward to seeing you fuck yourself with.

“Okay…” you breathed, feeling a little nervous at the idea of him watching you penetrate yourself with your vibrator. 

Last time you two played together, it was only external, which you were happy with. You didn’t know why introducing penetration was making you feel all flustered. Maybe it was because you knew it would only make your hunger for his cock that much worse.

“Are you okay with that?” he settled on the end of your bed, opposite to where you relaxed against your pillows, back to the headboard and toys beside you waiting to be used. 

Again, you nodded. “Yeah… the pink one is my favourite” you admitted, letting your bent knees fall inward so he couldn’t see anything. 

His gaze was heated and dark and the way his hair was pulled back in a bun was making him look more mean than usual. He was the opposite of mean, and that word wasn’t one you’d ever use to describe him.

But god… the dark look in his eyes was torturous. He looked at you with more hunger than anyone had ever looked at you before and he wasn’t even able to touch you. 

“I picked well then didn’t I?” he smirked then reached his hand out towards you. “Get it nice and wet for me, love.” You did as instructed, and like last time grabbed his wrist and spit in it. 

“Good girl, thank you” he smiled softly, wrapping his hand around his length and giving his cock a squeeze. He let out the smallest moan and your mouth parted just looking at the veins in the back of his hands. “Now why don’t you show me how you like to use it? How you like to make yourself cum when you’re feeling desperate…”

You nodded, too turned on to even reply before grabbing the pink toy. You didn’t like to tease yourself, not when you just needed something quick. So you turned it on and spread your legs for him, keeping your knees bent but feet wide on the bed. 

“You’re so wet, aren’t you… god you’re so pretty” he complimented, eyes switching between your eyes and your pussy, which was all shiny and a little puffy from your arousal. 

“It’s all for you, Harry… only for you” you replied, bringing the suction head of the toy to your folds and dragging it up and down to gather wetness on it. When it landed back at your clit, you gasped a little at the sensation then immediately pressed the button two more times to get it at a higher speed.

“Oh fuck” you moaned, fisting the blanket as the head formed a little seal around your clit, your arousal helping it stay in place and focus right where you needed it. 

“Jesus Christ” Harry cursed under his breath, working his hand up and down his length as the sight of you touching yourself just added fuel to his fire. The way you immediately went in, with no teasing or waiting was sending his head in a spin. “Feel good, princess? You look so goddamn gorgeous right now” 

“Uhuh… so good” you panted, keeping the toy suctioned to your clit but starting to rotate it a little to gain more friction. 

It felt incredible and got you off in a way that was so satisfying but didn’t leave you bored during, or desensitised afterwards. You could go rounds and rounds with this one toy just at your clit without doing any other stimulation and be happy. 

“Harry…” you gasped a little, your knees falling inwards at the pure pleasure flowing through your body. But he didn’t seem to like this, not one bit. 

“Open your legs, y/n. Let me see you” he rasped, no option for leeway in his words. You quickly opened your knees again and the two of you went back to touching yourselves.

The way Harry looked with his hand wrapped around his cock was something you’d never forget. It was an image that would be burned in your mind forever and something you’d go back to when you wanted to use your imagination to masturbate. 

You were watching him closely, eyes hooded with lust and pleasure as your hips started chasing the vibrator for more. Then your legs closed again and he let out a little agitated ‘hmph’, instructing you again to open them and keep them open this time.

You tried, fuck you tried. But it just felt too good. The pleasure was increasing and with that, your legs were tensing and clamping together without any control. 

So Harry stopped touching himself and was quick to grab your knees and pull them apart again, this time pinning them open to the bed like he did last time. “Gotta keep these open for you, do I? Feels too good, doesn’t it?” he teased, now kneeling right between your thighs. 

His stare was making you feral beyond words. You just couldn’t explain why it turned you on so much to have him watch you, but it did. It stroked that exhibitionist side of you and fucked up your brain a little, turning it to utter mush. 

“Uhuh…”

It didn’t help that he was so close too. If he moved any closer his cock would be touching you, it could be touching you. It could slide right into you without minimal effort and join your vibrator in pleasuring you and making you come. 

That thought alone was what seemed to push you over. That, and the feeling of his large hands on the insides of your knees, the pressure firm and temperature burning hot. 

“Oh.. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” you couldn’t even say it, not when the wave was approaching and your back was arching. You reached out to grab his wrist, moaning while your head tilted back.

“Go on. Come for me. Come for me, princess” he urged, just watching as you let out a loud moan and gasp, your hips grinding up to meet your vibrator until the high slowed and you turned it off.

“Did so well for me, y/n” he smiled softly, sliding his palms up and down your thighs with enough pressure to feel calming and help you relax after your orgasm. You didn’t even have a chance to reply before he was instructing you further. “Now I want you to turn around on your knees with your bum up. We’re gonna swap. That alright with you?” he asked, reaching forward to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

You loved the way he asked if things were okay with you, but he didn’t need to. Not always. Harry knew your boundaries and you trusted that he would respect them. 

“It’s okay… but you don’t have to double-check with me when you ask me to do things. I trust you and I trust you’ll respect my boundaries” you smiled, getting up on your knees. 

The fact that you trusted him sent warmth all through his chest. “Alright then… get in position then, quickly” 

The two of you swapped spots so he could sit at the headboard and relax against it. His legs were spread wide and his hand returned to his cock, leisurely stroking himself while he watched you.

Being in that position had your body heating up. You were flustered, even a little embarrassed that you were bent over in front of him and fully exposed to his eyes. 

This wasn’t a new position to you, but in all those other times you had been bent over like this the person behind you was touching you… fucking you. They weren’t watching you and far away enough that you couldn’t even feel their touch. 

But that embarrassment only turned you on more. It made your skin crawl with need and your pussy start to ache. You needed to be filled and you wanted it badly.  

“You look so gorgeous like that, y/n… Jesus” Harry cursed, biting down on his lip. “Start touching yourself now… just over your clit first. Gotta get you nice and prepped for your vibrator” 

You moved slowly, face buried into the duvet as you reached down between your legs and started rubbing circles over your clit. It was a little sensitive from your first orgasm, making your touch feel stronger and more pleasurable. 

“Good girl… when you’re ready, slip one finger into yourself.”

You did so immediately, craving the fullness of your fingers. In reality, you were craving more than just your fingers. You wanted Harry’s cock and you wanted it bad. 

After a little while Harry instructed you to use another… then another until you were fucking yourself with three of your fingers. They were hooked perfectly inside you, stimulating your g-spot in the perfect way to have you coming fast. 

Harry was mesmerised by you. You were fingering yourself fast and with every thrust he could see more and more cream start to collect on your fingers. His mouth was watering and he so badly wanted to have a taste.

He was working his cock faster now, jerking it quickly and making sure to apply added pressure to the tip. Both your moans and laboured breaths filled the room quickly, your sounds fuelling each other to touch yourselves faster and faster.

“Stop.” 

You whined and quickly pulled your fingers out, feeling your core pulse in loss at the fullness and lack of pleasure. “Harry…” you sighed, head turned to the side as you fisted the duvet in both hands.

“Turn back over and face me” 

You did so, slowly, feeling hot and sweaty and a little agitated that he made you stop. Looking at him though made you feel a little less annoyed because he looked like he felt the same. 

Hot skin, sweaty and flushed in the cheeks. His hair was slightly stuck to his forehead and his mouth was parted, his chest heaving as he panted. His biceps were bulging like he was trying to hold himself back. And he was. 

He was close to coming and equally as close to pouncing on you and burying his face between your legs. 

You gasped a little looking at him, supporting your upper body by pressing your hands to the bed behind you. “Harry…”

“Come here.” He grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you over and eliciting a little squeak. 

He kept pulling until your legs were draped over his, spread wide with your feet flat on either side of his hips. Your eyes went wide at the feeling of your legs pressed together… at the bare skin rubbing together and his hairs tickling your smooth legs. 

He was so close… almost too close. But it was just your legs. It meant your bodies were closer too and at this distance he could easily come on you if he aimed right. Part of you wanted him too… even if it was a bad idea. 

“This okay?” He asked softly, caressing your ankles. 

You swallowed thickly but nodded. It wasn’t much different than when you two were sitting beside each other with your entire bodies pressed together. 

“Yes…”

“Good…” he breathed, tucking your hair behind your ear and grabbing the purple vibrator from beside him on the bed to hand it to you. He was tempted to turn it on and press it to your clit, but he wouldn’t. “Fuck yourself for me, princess. Show me how you like it” 

You nodded wordlessly, bringing the silicon tip of the toy to your pussy. Harry’s hand returned to his cock, keeping the other on your ankle. That one touch sent sparks of electricity up your leg, all the way to where your clit was aching to be touched again. 

There was no point teasing yourself when you were this goddamn horny and he looked so glorious touching his cock. You pressed the toy into you, slowly so you could feel every inch of it stretch you out. 

Harry watched you gasp and clutch the bedding in your fist, your head tilting back a little as you gasped out a breathy moan. His eyes focused on the way you took the dildo so well and how you savoured every inch of it. 

When you turned on the vibrations and let out the throatiest whine, Harry groaned in return. You were just so pretty he couldn’t help it. 

Then you started fucking yourself and Harry’s thighs tensed. You fucked yourself hard and fast, and Harry’s head completely spiralled at the thought of him fucking you like that. Of his cock driving in and out of your pussy roughly like you were doing so yourself. 

He wanted to know how you liked it. If you preferred slow and deep, if Harry would slowly grind into you when he fucked you or if he’d be able to grip your hips hard and fuck you roughly, if he could take control. And now… now he knew how to take care of you if the opportunity presented itself. 

He almost regretted knowing, because now he knew that he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else when he was around you. All he’d be able to picture in his mind when he saw you walking around in your little dresses and short shorts was how you’d look if he fucked you. 

“Harry… god it feels so good” you cried, dropping back on your elbow. You couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, nor could you control the sounds leaving your mouth. They were desperate, breathy and whiny. 

“You look so pretty fucking yourself f’me, so wet too princess. Who got you this wet, hmm?” He coaxed, head tilting back to hit your headboard as he stared at you with a look that told you he owned you. 

“You… fuck. You did, Harry. You did.” 

Your back arched off the bed, the mix of vibrations and constant stimulation of your g-spot sending you crazy. It wasn’t as good as when someone else fucked you. It would never be as good as when someone else fucked you. 

It had been so long too… so long since you had someone take over and fuck you like you needed. 

“That’s right. Just like it’s you who’s got me so fucking hard right now. ‘M so close for you y/n… so-fuck… so close” 

He jerked himself faster, trying to time it with how you were touching yourself. You did the same, matching his movements so it was like he was inside you, like you were wrapped around him. 

“Want you to cum for me Harry… please, wanna watch you” you begged, biting your lip as you felt the pressure building faster and faster. Your core was getting tighter and your clit growing more and more tingly as time went on. 

You were close… really fucking close but you wanted to watch him first. So you held onto it, as much as you could. 

“Wanna watch you too, Jesus-fuck I’m gonna come” he gasped, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before back at you. “Y/n… y/n”

He came with a groan of your name, squeezing right under the head of his cock as ribbons of cum spurt out onto his abs. His hand found your thigh, gripping incredibly tight and triggering your orgasm. 

The firm grip of his hand and the bite of pain that followed was exactly what you needed and it didn’t stop, not until you were both breathing heavy and coming down from your highs. 

The vibrator ended up discarded beside you on the bed while you just laid there, legs still interlocked and stuck together with sweat. You were both covered in cum and eventually you’d have to clean up. But just for a moment you enjoyed the close proximity and intimacy of just being together like this. 

“That was…” you trailed off, pushing your hair away from your face. 

“Good?” He chuckled, stroking your ankle a little. 

“Mhmm” you agreed, lying down and stretching your arms high above your head, letting out a moan in relief. “I definitely need to shower now”

“Yeah, and we need to clean” 

“Oh fuck, I forgot about that” you groaned, staring up at the ceiling and letting your arms hang off the bed above your head. Cleaning was absolutely the last thing you wanted to do right now. 

“I’m happy to do it, I don’t mind a little cleaning” he replied, his hands caressing up and down your calves. You were still spread out and he could see the mess you created of yourself. Your cream dripping down your ass and staining your inner thighs. 

What he’d give for a taste…

“Uh… no” you deadpanned, propping yourself onto your forearms. “We’re cleaning together, that’s the deal.” 

Your eyes landed on the cum spurt on his stomach, now drying down. You just wanted to lick it clean and run your tongue all over his abs and torso…

“Alright, alright” he laughed. It was a laugh that never failed to make you smile, like music to your ears. “Do you want the first shower?” 

“Ugh, such a gentleman” you smiled, grabbing his chin and giving it a little shake. He flashed you a toothy grin which you returned. You then unhooked your legs from his before spinning around to get off the bed. “I will take the first shower thank you very much, then we can clean” 

You grabbed his boxers from the floor and tossed them to him. He caught them with ease. “I’ll get a head start.”

Harry watched you walk out of the room, yelling out a “I’ll try not to use all the hot water!” on your way to the bathroom. 

“Alright, love!” He called back, smiling to himself while looking around the room. 

He felt content with how that went and how relaxed it was afterwards. In fact, he was more than content. He was happy. There was no awkwardness or regret. It was just like the first time. Normal. 

Harry just prayed that it would continue feeling like that and that nothing would change for the worse...

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Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

☁️ Fluff | 🥀 Angst | 💋 Smut

☆ Alastor Heartfelt ☆

Dating Alastor Headcannons ☆ Rut Season ☆ Your Perfume ☆ Caught Red-Handed ☆ Radio Booth Nuisance ☆ Night Time Shenanigans ☆ Five Stages of Grief Headcannons ☆ The One ☆ The night I lost you ☆ The night I found you ☆ Overcast Morning ☆ “The leaves are changing!” ☆ Making Carmel Apples ☆ For a Fortnight ☆ Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice ☆ The red means I love you~! ☆ Apple Pies ☆ Full Moon ☆

☆ Adam ☆

Five Stages of Grief Headcannons ☆ Love Potion ☆ Autumn Breeze ☆ By the Fireplace ☆

☆ Lucifer Morningstar ☆

Five Stages of Grief Headcannons ☆ His Second Choice ☆ Seasonal Shopping ☆ Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice ☆ Making Cookies! ☆

☆ Vox ☆

The Cat Vs. The TV ☆ Stages of Grief Headcannons ☆ The Storm ☆ Blame it on the Alchohol ☆ A “Small” Disruption ☆ Night Time Shenanigans ☆ In the elevator “We fell in love in October.” ☆ Dinner Parties ☆ Pumpkin Patch Visit ☆ Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice ☆ Kissing & Singing in the Rain ☆ Wouldn’t dream of it! ☆ Under the Weather ☆ Underneath the Sky ☆

☆ Angel Dust ☆

Five Stages of Grief Headcannons ☆ A “Small” Disruption ☆ Angel’s ‘Goodie Two Shoes.’ ☆ Jumping in a leaf pile ☆ Autumn Rain—Angel’s Fall Headcannons ☆ Carving Jack-o’-Lanterns ☆

☆ Husk ☆

Caught Red-Handed ☆ Night Time Shenanigans ☆ Black Cats ☆

☆ Velvette ☆

Caught Red-Handed ☆

☆ MOODBOARDS ☆

Angel’s Moodboard Charlie’s Moodboard Cherri’s Moodboard Fat Nugget’s Moodboard Lucifer’s Moodboard V1 & V2 Rosie’s Moodboard Vox’s Moodboard Vaggie’s Moodboard Velvette’s Moodboard Vees Moodboard Niffty Moodboard

☆ OTHER ☆

“Jail is fun.” Stanley Pines x Reader “Howdy, Striker!” Striker x Reader Haztober 2024 Masterlist Helluva Boss Masterlist

[777heavengirl]

Bags ; series masterlist

sirius black x reader ! (idiot) roommates to lovers on-going main masterlist will be updated weekly taglist: open!

⊹ Bags I

⊹ the one where it's 2 in the morning

⊹ the one where it's easy

⊹ the one with the absence

⊹ the one with the family matter

⊹ the one where you guess

⊹ the one with Pobol y cwm

⊹ the one with the post mortem

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[friendlyneighbourhoodlizard]

today i have been blessed with divine knowledge from the gods

liiiiike hear me out

wdym the deepest connection you ever had was with your teenage "best friend" with whom you seemingly shared all your ideals and you understood eachother on such a profound level that left you scarred for the rest of your life? and he turned out to be an extremist who wanted to subdue the nonmagical portion of society for the supposed greater good? and you ended up having to fight him because you were the only person who could match his strength and stop him? AND THEN you never got over any of it and proceeded to live with the burden of being the strongest, shut off from everyone else because noone could ever understand you the way he did??

go on, tell me i‘m wrong, but deep down you‘ll know i‘m not