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allthelovehes · 2 years

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And they were roommates

Summary: You catch your roommate masturbating when you get home from work but he doesn’t seem to mind at all that you found him.

Pairing: roommate!harry x reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: male masturbation, p in v, oral female receiving, roommates to lovers.

A/N: Another oldie but after some editing its adequate. Enjoy! <3

You just got back from a busy day at work, feeling strained and frustrated. You love your job, being a makeup artist has been your dream for as long as you can remember. But, living in London means you’re working non-stop and it is even worse when you have to work with someone fussy.

As you get your taxi home, you look out the window whilst thinking about what your plans are for when you get home. Currently, you shared an apartment with your best friend Harry, who you have known for years. It was a Friday night so the chances are Harry is going to drag you out with him and his friends. You don’t mind though, you always have fun with them.

You grab your bag off of the seat next to you, thank your driver before heading up into your apartment. As you unlock the door, you can’t hear or see any sign of Harry so you guess he is at his sister’s, who lives just around the corner.

You take off your coat and hear a strange noise. It kind of sounded like a whimper, coming from Harry’s bedroom. When you realize it was a moan, you start to panic, is Harry with a girl right now? Your heart starts to pound in your chest. You kind of had an unspoken rule of not sleeping around while the other one is at home.

The thing is, you liked Harry. You always had a thing for Harry. Ever since you were little. It started off with just a little crush that you thought was going to pass. But no, every day you spent with him you felt yourself falling more and more for those beautiful green eyes and curly brown hair. The way his eyes would light up when he laughs and the way his eyebrows would furrow when he was concerned. He is the most beautiful person you have ever met.

Not just this, but also the way he acts towards you made you like him even more. Always harmlessly flirting, and he would always get protective if any guy tried to hurt you, or even try to get to know you. He was always making sure you’re okay and always cheered you up when you were down. Harry had helped you through some of the hardest times in your life, yet you had the best times of your life together.

Through all of this, you had to suffer when Harry brought home random girls to fuck. Or even in the club, when he would kiss them right in front of you. You couldn’t say anything, if Harry knows that you like him, your friendship would probably be destroyed from awkwardness.

You hear it again, a low moan coming from his bedroom this time. You are waiting for the dreadful moment that you hear a random girl moan out Harry’s name, but it was weird, you couldn’t hear one. Harry wasn’t that bad in bed, was he? You questioned yourself.

“Ohhh… Y/N.” Your eyes widened as you heard Harry moan out your name. His words have an effect on you right away. You get a little confused however. Harry probably is with a girl that has the same name as you, right? But then why can’t you hear anyone else?

You walk over to his door, which was cracked open a tiny bit. You feel rude and sneaky and a bit weird about spying like this, but you are so curious. You just need to know what is happening behind that door.

You look through the crack to see Harry with his head back against the headboard, eyes closed as he slowly pumps himself up and down. You felt yourself grow wet at the sight. Harry’s cock is big, to say the least. He isn’t wearing any clothing, his hair is down, sprawling over his forehead. You can see the veins in his biceps pop out as he picks up the pace with his hand.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He moans.

You gasp when you realize he is thinking about you. You are extremely turned on already, just from the sight of Harry in this state, but now, knowing he is thinking about you, makes you ache for him.

“Y/N?” Harry’s eyes shoot open as he hears you gasp. He looks over to you, still pumping himself. You are expecting him to stop and cover himself up in shock, but no. He hums in pleasure as he looks at you, hand still moving.

“Harry.” You breathe out, rubbing your legs together to try and get some friction to your core.

“Baby…” He moans, his hand sliding up and down on his length.

“Were you…” You don’t really know how to word it and not sound rude.

“Thinking about you?” He grins. “Yeah.”

You swallow. “Can I…” You are nervous, scared you are going to go too far. But as Harry sits there, jerking off whilst watching you kind of broke all the boundaries. You look at his member, trying to get the message across to him.

“Please.” He cries out.

You don’t waste any more time walking over to him. You kneel on his bed before situating yourself so you are straddling his thighs. You have imagined a moment like this for so long, you can’t quite believe this is happening.

Harry moans softly as he feels your hands run over his legs. You wrap your hand around his length as you lick your lips. His tip was bright pink, obviously very sensitive. Your thumb brushes over the tip, making him squirm.

“What… What were you thinking about?” You ask him as you begin to pump him up and down. Both of his hands go to the back of his neck, showing off his biceps as he bit on his bottom lip. His eyes are locked on your moving hand. A soft moan escapes his mouth.

“You.” He answers, as if that wasn’t clear already. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“What was I doing?” You ask to fish for a more specific answer this time.

“I was thinking about taking you up against the kitchen counter.” He breaths.

“Is this weird?” You ask, trying not to show him how much you are turned on even though continuing to pleasure him with your hand.

“No, is it?” He asks. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve just been a wuss.” He admits to you.

“Same.” You breathe, smiling up to him.

Suddenly, Harry grabs your wrists, stopping you from touching him.

“Y/N,” He looks at you with warning. “I need you so fucking bad right now, but if this is actually going to happen, I need you to promise it won’t ruin our friendship.”

“Oh it won’t. But I think we are already a bit too far in if it were the case.” You answer bluntly. Harry looks at you confused.

“Knowing this,” you motion for his cock. “Is next door to my bedroom. I don’t think anything else is gonna satisfy me anymore.” You state making Harry groan. His hands grab you by your neck to pull you in. He kisses you hungrily as his hands slide down your sides and back up to the top. His fingers grasp the neck of your shirt and he rips it open in one harsh motion.

“Harry!” You squeal, leaving you in just your bra.

“I’ll buy you a new one, just get your fucking clothes off.” He growls.

You step off of the bed, deciding to tease Harry as much as possible. You turn away from him as you pull your trousers down slowly. They land on your ankles and you swing your bum from left to right in front of him before you step out of the puddle of fabric.

You hear him groan as you are only in your bra and underwear. You get rid of your underwear, still not turning around. As you unclip your bra in the back, you feel Harry’s hand land on your bum with a loud smack. You whine in shock.

“I’ve always loved this pretty little ass.” He growls into your ear, pushing you up against his bedroom wall. You can feel his hard length against your thigh, making you moan and needy.

Harry helps your bra off of your body, throwing it to the floor. His lips go right under your ear, sucking at your neck. His hand trails down, rubbing at your bum before going further down, his fingers lightly dragging along your soaked center.

“Fuck, Y/N, bet you never thought that your I could get you this wet, hey?” Harry snorts.

You can already tell, Harry was quite rough in bed. Even though you both were very open about your sexlifes, you had never known this. The way he handles you, even though you can tell that he knows what he was doing, he was being all over the place.

Harry falls down to his knees behind you, making you whine as he is no longer touching you. However, he grabs your waist, pulling you back a bit before pushing your back forward, making you bend over. You are totally exposed to Harry right now as you are bent in front of him.

He grabs your bum with both hands spreading you open. Without warning, you feel his mouth go to your soaked core, sucking harshly. You moan, the feeling of Harry’s mouth is incredible. His skilled tongue goes up and down your slit.

You can feel Harry’s hair brush against your skin. His tongue enters you, making you moan out his name. As he continues to eat you out, you are impressed by what this boy could do with just his mouth.

“Harry…” You cry. “I need you inside me.”

“Be patient.” He demands but his right hand slides in between your butt cheeks before he presses his thumb inside of you. His lips move down your throbbing core to suck on your clit. Fetching some deep moans from your throat. It’s not long until Harry pulls away and spins you around. Still on the floor, he looks you up and down.

“You’re sexy as fuck.” He says as he licks his lips.

“Harryyy.” You whine, stepping forward and putting your hands on the back of his head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Against the wall or on the bed?” He asks you as he stands up. His hands are all over your body, lips kissing you everywhere.

“Take me wherever you like, H.” You grin at him, calling him by his nickname.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve this?” Harry breathes out with a smile on his lips, running a hand through his hair. He walks over to his bedside table, opening the top drawer.

“Babe, I’m on the pill.” You tell him, realizing how weird it is that your best friend didn’t know that. Harry closes the drawer and turns back to you.

“Why?” He asks you with his eyebrows furrowed. “Who have you been fucking?” You’re not sure if he’s serious or not. Was he really going to be jealous right now? Here you are, against his bedroom wall, naked and ready for him. Yet he is worried about who else you’ve been sleeping with.

“Harry… Really?” You cross your arms, covering your body.

“Well, what if you’ve been fucking around?” He asks.

“Are you fucking serious?” You ask in disbelief. Harry sleeps with a different girl almost every week.

“You tell me.” He shrugs a smirk appearing on his face.

“You’re a fucking dick head! You know I’m not like that!” You raise your voice at him before walking out of his bedroom. When you are almost through the door you feel Harry as he grabs your hips.

“I’m joking, love.” He laughs before kissing you desperately and pushing you against the wall in the hallway across from his bedroom. You are still angry, but that just makes you want him more.

“You’re a dick.” You mumble against his lips but you couldn’t help but moan.

“You want my dick.” He replies.

“Mmh… True.” You snicker.

“Jump.” He commands and he catches you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He kisses you eagerly as he presses his dick into you. You moan at the feeling and your arms wrap around his neck.

“Bloody hell, you’re tight.” Harry says as he breaks the kiss.

“Fuck!” You hiss at the pain. As he didn’t give you much time to adjust.

“Harry, you’re too big.” You are honestly convinced that he is way too big to fit inside of you without ripping you open. Even though you know what your body is capable of.

“Sorry.” He laughs, moving slowly. “Are you okay, love?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out, resting your forehead against his. “Go.”

Harry starts to move in and out of you at a steady pace, the pain soon disappearing as the pleasure gets a lot better. He moans loud into the crook of your neck, nibbling softly on your skin.

“Oh my g-.” You moan, rolling your eyes back.

Harry laughs as he picks up the pace, soon slamming in and out of you. His pubic bone hitting against your hurting clit. Your grip gets tighter around his neck and your whole body moves up and down as he fucks you like this.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” Harry admits.

“So did I.” You say, breathless. Your lips crash onto his, kissing him sloppily. His hands grip tighter onto your bum. Harry fucking you against a wall of your shared apartment is way better than you expected this night to be. His length fills you up and hits you in all the right spots, making you cry out in pleasure.

“This is so embarrassing, Y/N, but I’m about to cum.” He tells you. You moan out in pleasure. “Me too.” You tell him. As Harry moans your name along some curse words into your ear, he drags you over the edge. You bite down on the skin of Harry’s shoulder as he makes you reach your height. Harry hisses but he has already told you before that he had a pain kink, so you know he likes it.

“God, Harry, you’re so so good.” You moan right as he releases inside of you, within seconds his semen runs down your leg, it is so dirty but it just turns you on even more.

“Y/N fucking Y/L/N!” Harry breathes out as he bottoms out one more time. He holds you tight against his chest to carry you towards his bed. You moan softly as you’re still sensitive and he’s still inside of you. His strong hands gently lay you down with himself on top of you, kissing every inch of your face and neck.

He carefully pulls his hips back and you feel him slip out of your walls. You sigh at the lack of contact. Harry chuckles. He gets up to grab a warm towel to clean you up before he gets back in bed next to you, wrapping you back into his arms.

“Good luck trying to walk tomorrow.” He laughs as he presses one last kiss to your lips.

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sushistyless · 2 years

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smokey sundays

Harry doesn’t really like getting up early but for his dear roommate, Y/N, he thinks he can manage

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Usually on Sundays, Harry’s snuggled in the comfort of his bed, undisturbed with an arm draped hazily around a pillow, and relaxed features on his face as he drifts off into sleep. It’d be a lazy morning, the tiredness from Saturday night’s hangout sessions or the midnight self-study sessions (that stubbornly followed the busy college life he’d grown accustomed to), melting away in those plush dreams. He’d occasionally hear his roommate moving about in the kitchen and living room area by around 10 am, winding about doing her own thing— clearly not as tired as him owing to her relatively reserved nature, and the fact that she wasn’t one to indulge in those last night parties.

So needless to say, Harry was groaning awake in bed, eyebrows knitted together in confusion when a faint knocking resonated through his room’s door at— a time he doesn’t particularly know, but can see through the tiny sliver of the closed curtains that it’s still dark outside. He only recognised who it was when the voice of his roommate sounded through with whispered yells.

“Harry! You awake?”

Fists knuckling at his eyes in an attempt to stay awake, he only buries himself into the blanket, smushing his face into it while yelling out in a gravelly, sleepy voice an indistinct Come in! He still had no clue as to what was happening. He definitely cared about the situation, yeah, but his sleep wasn’t particularly leaving space for a very thoughtful deduction.

The door clicks open, the faint yellow light from the lamp in the living room extending its rays on the ground. (Y/N) skips in with Harry imagines to be a sloppy grin on her face.

“Harryyy,” she drawls out in enthusiasm, taking a seat at the foot of his bed. Looking expectantly at his body buried heavily under the comforter, she whispers to him again, this time with a slight poke to his foot that she vaugely feels under the blanket, “Oi, are you awake?”

He grumbles.

“Well, now I am,” his voice is muffled from his home in the pillowy softness of his bed. “What are you doing? S’like still... 3 am. It’s dark outside.” The frustrated puff of air that leaves his lips as dramatises his antics - not much effort required there - makes (Y/N) softly laugh, the light sound of her laughter being enough incentive for Harry to properly see her, as he finally peels the blanket off his face and looks at her with easy concentration.

“You donut, it’s seven in the morning. Oh look,” —(Y/N)’s smile only widens on seeing Harry emerge from under the blankets— “He finally rises from the shadows!” The sentence is enough to cause Harry to roll his eyes, his hands readying to pull the blanket and disappear beneath it again. (Y/N)’s expression drops instantly, noticing and effectively reaching out to stop him, “Wait-- no, no!”

He groans in sleepy state again, his half-assed attempts at convincing her not particularly doing much as he mumbles, “Sleep. We should go to sleep.”

“Nooo,” (Y/N) stretches out, an airy laugh leaving her lips while pulling Harry’s hand as he sits up groggily. Properly upright now, the blanket covering his bare chest falls just until the part where his sparrow tattoos peak out. Hair disheveled, he runs a hand through his curls, body falling limp on the bed once again before she steadies him, letting out a whine at how difficult he was being, “You absolute doofus, wake up. You promised to help.”

It doesn’t strike him what he’d told her he’d help her with but he observes her lips curled at the edges, rounding her face with a smile that reaches her eyes, crinkling them with so much warmth and radiance that it’s unlikely to not be contagious. She sits on the fluffy sheets as a flowy, cotton flannel dress adorns her figure, adding to the cherubic vibe the early morning and white covers string together. Legs crossed, she looks so soft… so perfect to cuddle.

Harry just couldn’t not cuddle her.

“Jus’ 5 minutes,” and with that Harry easily reaches out, pulling her in a hug, tattooed arms going to wrap around her shoulders. She lets out a squeak of his name, eyes widening and then fluttering close against his chest when he tugs them down, toppling onto the bed. It’s not long before Harry’s face is snuggled into her neck, the curve of his lips evident against her skin.

They stay like that in silence for a minute.

“You’re an idiot, you know,” she says, breaking the silence and finally relenting.

“Mhm,” he hums.

“Only 5 minutes.”

“Promise.”

Harry’s arms looped around her middle, cuddling her tighter as he sighs into her neck.

The warmth of his body seeps into her skin, the sweet scent of strawberry lotion drowning her senses. A wider smile plays on her lips at the fact that she had been the one to gift it on his birthday — mumbling against his chest in inquiry, “Wait. Do you actually use the strawberry set I gave you?”

Harry remembers vividly how she’d actually ordered for another scent but there had been some mistake and she’d gotten this one instead. And god, she’d pretended like the sky came tumbling down, apologising and falling apart like it was the end of the world, “I promise I’d ordered for the ocean breeze one! I-I don’t know what happened… I swear,” but he had hugged her, giggled and said that he still loved it regardless. She was so cute, it hurt sometimes.

“‘Course I do. Y’blunder was actually pretty helpful. Found m’favourite scent ‘cause of your mistake.” He bites his lip, gauging for her reaction which he gets through an offended shriek.

“I told you! It was actually the delivery’s fault, not mine. See, the website you told me about was pretty whack to put it simply—”

“(Y/N)?”

“— and in all honesty, I was just—”

“(Y/N), love?”

“— not wanting to be scammed…” her voice fades towards the end, “Hm?”

She’s not able to finish that sentence however as Harry’s face immediately rises from her neck, concerned eyes looking towards the door. “Do you smell something… burning?”

Normally, Harry joked around— playing small jokes, like the one time he added salt to the milk kept in their refrigerator to prank her, which he later got reprimanded for by (Y/N), getting told off that’s it’s a waste and he shouldn’t do things like that (of course, he later told her that the milk was way past the expiry and he was going to throw it out anyway).

But this time she did smell something burning, eyes lighting up in fear.

"Shit!" she squiggles out of Harry's grasp, only the remnants of his lingering touch warming her skin as she sits up and stands to her full height. Harry is once again left little time to figure out what's happening as she pushes the door in a hurry, scrambling to the kitchen. He only works on instinct, cursing to himself while suppressing the deep yawn threatening to break on his face. Blindly reaching out to his t-shirt he threw off last night, he slips the flimsy white tee on makes his way to his dear roommate.

"The apple pies," he catches her yelp.

The jumbled flurry of thoughts pieced together in his head as he slowly recollects (Y/N) telling him how she was participating in this charity event thing and had volunteered to make apple pies, a fundraiser for cancer awareness (and it’d slipped his mind that it was early this morning, for which he had offered to be up and early, assuming the position as her official taste-tester). She didn't do these big kind of acts often, but even otherwise, that's just the kind of person she was.

Nobody’s perfect, of course. But (Y/N) always laughed at Niall’s lame jokes that nobody else in the group even paid attention to. And he had noticed how she always waited back for whoever was left behind while tying their shoelaces. She would make it a point to bring an extra pen for Jen every single class because Jen always forgot to. When Rudolph, the campus dog had gone missing, she spent her entire day searching for him and made sure he was safe and healthy. She always reminded Harry with little post it notes to ‘hydrate with H20 :)’ or ‘Consume your macromolecules on time!!— (basically don’t forget to eat breakfast).’ And he notices how these little things made (Y/N)— her smile, her shy laugh, her vibrant eyes, her personality and her character... and Harry thinks those things make her so cool.

So even though the girl might be a little all over the place, she's pretty fucking amazing.

The thought that she might possibly burn down the kitchen does run through Harry's mind, though. But it's mostly comical to see the whole thing play out, he will admit. He's busy chuckling to himself when (Y/N) calls out to him yet again.

"Harry, stop laughing and get out here!"

"Coming, I'm coming," Her pleads for him to stop his laughter do not work, but he does oblige her second request and graces her with his presence. Stumbling to the kitchen with a wide grin, he's quickly met with the sight of (Y/N) frantically fanning her glove clad hands in front of the open oven and coughing to herself. A thin cloud of smoke escapes out and he shakes his head, rushing to her side, slipping on the other glove and motioning for her to move slightly so he can take the sinfully burnt pie out.

Oh, and burnt it is.

"So," his brows pull to form a pitiful expression, "This one's done for. By any chance, y'have another one ready?" He bites his lip and turns around to his previously excited roommate, who now stands there with a solemn look of sadness glaring down at the pie.

"No... um, this one was actually for you." She looks genuinely sad, toying with her necklace as a melancholic sigh leaving her form, "I'd put extra cinnamon and the jam thing you like in it."

“Oh,” Harry's face rounds, shoulders sloping and eyes drooped in adoration as a look of awe pulls on his features, "Can't believe y'did that for me." He shifts towards her, twisting to simply tuck her into him with his arms around her form and nose pressed against her hair. "I'll love it regardless, promise. You're a proper sweetie pie anyway."

He notices her lips curl against his chest, emulating moments from earlier this morning. "Alright. Alright. Don't get too sappy on me now."

"Can never get too sappy," he pulls away, gloved hands come to smush her cheeks, squishing them to the highest degree while giving her no option but to look at him, “Mean every bit of it."

"That's partially true," she tries speaking with the words coming off a bit wonky, thinking about it, "You're a perpetual sap, but I guess sleepy mornings are just... like, I don't know, catalytic to that."

"I think it's also 'cause I'm around you and you're awfully cute, yeah? What'd y'think about that?”

Oh, (Y/N) only stays silent, lips parting, blinking up at him with bambi eyes.

It's not long before two deep dimples are indented in his cheeks, his strong frame cuddling her again— the affectionate hold having grown far too sweet and comfortable to ever let go.

And if there's anything else Harry knows about his (Y/N), besides her preferring to spend her Saturday nights in, volunteering in charity events, cooking messes in the kitchen and screaming out the lyrics of Can't Take My Eyes Off You in the living room, it's that a shy smile is probably creeping up her cheeks right now.

Okay, maybe getting up early on Sundays wasn’t so bad.

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here’s a random little blurbie!! I’ve thought the concept of this in my drafts for so long now shuehsjhehs— anyway s’pretty short and sweet, but I hope you like it!!

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paeries · 1 year

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another teaser.. domestic!harry

........"So, naturally I, being the absolute angel that I am, took one for the team.” I shrugged, elbowing him in the side teasingly and reached over to his bowl of popcorn to fish one out. “They’re not stale, are they?” I asked, pausing just before popping one into my mouth, who knows when it was made. He widened his eyes at me and reached into the bowl to toss a few my way. “I made a bag about two hours ago thinking we were gonna try that movie out! Dickhead!” I laughed and threw my handful at him as well. “I’m sorry, I forgot! At least I was miserable. Doesn’t that help console you in any way at all?” Doesnt it help knowing I’d so much rather have been here curled up with you? “I suppose so.” He grumbled, grabbing the bowl and moving to stand. “C’mon,” He started, acting exasperated. “Let’s go make another.” And reached his hand out to help me up. “Grab that blanket too, will you? Just had it washed, I’d like to enjoy it, thanks.” He added, his eyes darting directly behind me to the blanket folded over his headboard. I laughed, my jaw falling slack at the newfound attitude. “Yes, sir.” I giggled, grabbing the blanket and stood, “Brought a pizza home too to share. Lost my appetite at the restaurant so I stopped on the way home.” I explained as I made my way to the kitchen again, Harry trailing behind. “Always so thoughtful, kitten, thank you.” He hummed, striding to the furthest wall of the kitchen, poking his head through the cabinets as he rummaged around for another bag of popcorn. “Would you grab the parmesan and pepper flakes, while you’re in there please?” I asked, opening the box to plate up the pizzas for us and moved into the living room to set the plates down on the coffee table, hearing the microwave beep as he punched in a timer for the bag. “S’really comin’ down out there, isn't it?” Harry said after some quiet, looking out the kitchen window as he waited for the popcorn to finish. I watched as he lost himself in thought, staring out the window, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was so distracted with. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, my throat, even my fingertips, as I set my hand over my chest to try and calm the throbbing that was bursting through my chest.

“Yeah,” I responded quietly, not really sure if he was talking to himself. “Ominous, isn't it? Should’ve known it would be a shit night once the thunder cracked.” I caught a hint of a smile from the tops of his cheeks, his head still turned mostly away. “Tried t’warn ya, did it?” He laughed, finally turning his head to me before retrieving the popcorn from the microwave and dumping it into a bowl. “Hey! Grab me a beer, would you?” I asked quickly, before he could leave the kitchen. Harry turned on his heel, grabbing two beers, “That bad, huh? Y’never go f’beer.” He teased, turning the light off and taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Alright, y’settled? Better take a pee break now because m’not pausing for any reason this go around, got it?” He warned, laughing as I sheepishly got up to go to the bathroom just in case, he’d say. “The pizzas goin’ cold, Harry! Just start the movie.” I laughed, trying my best to get him to hear me through the door.

After I washed my hands, I sped through the hallway to sit back down, opening a beer and pulled my legs up onto the cushion. “Which one did you end up picking?” I whispered, taking a good swig before setting it back down to pick up my pizza slice. “Interstellar. S’a big movie, lots of things to miss. S’why I made y’go to the bathroom beforehand.” He explained, pulling the throw blanket from his room over his lap, spreading it out to reach across my lap too. “Comfy?” He whispered, grabbing his own slice off his plate to take a bite. I nodded, watching his portion of a bite before getting back up, “M’bringing the whole damn box over.” I laughed out, hurrying into the kitchen to grab the entire box, as well as the rest of the six pack of beer in the fridge. “Hurry back, it’s starting.” He hissed, playfully glaring as I sat them down on the coffee table. “Alright! Alright.” I giggled, taking my seat next to him, watching intently as the beginning scenes unfolded. I risked a glance at Harry from the corner of my eye, he hardly moved if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest in order to breathe. His jaw tense, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flickering quickly about the screen, he was focused. When he moved to grab a beer, I jumped and he laughed. “Y’can’t watch the movie, if you’re watchin’ me.” He mumbled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I wasn’t watching you,” I giggled, swallowing thickly, “I was thinking about whether I locked the door behind me, and how I was going to tell you without bothering your focus.” “Y/N!”

yes, its another friends to lovers, suueee meeeee. this is just a section from what I have so far and its untitled as well, i've had her labelled as 30.

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therealhousewifeofharrystyles · 1 year

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Hey, hi, hello :)

Ok so I wanted to make a fresh blog for my writing...and now here we are :-) <3

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ALSO - I'm planning to post a oneshot (Roommate!Harry x Reader) as well as the beginning of a series I've been writing for a long long LONG time (CEOrry x MC [name tbd]).

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viria · 2 months

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spilled secrets (grimmauld roommates AU - part 2)

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #Hermione granger #Ron weasley #ginny weasley #viria art #my art #grimmauld roommates drarry au

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basiatlu · 6 months

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Day 17: Ritual

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

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thatsrightice · 2 months

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When I went overseas my wife Jean shared an apartment in Chicago with the wives of two members of my crew, and an enterprising Herald American reporter took a picture of them. Gerry Hamilton (left) was married to Howard Hamilton, our bombardier; Margaret Ann Blakely (center) was married to Ev Blakely, our pilot. Jean is on the right.

Excerpt of A Wing and a Prayer by Harry H. Crosby

#and they were roommates #girls supporting girls #if you’re put off by Crosby having a wife when writing fanfic consider that they have an open marriage and they’re her gfs #masters of the air #mota #Harry Crosby #Jean Crosby #Ev Blakely #a wing and a prayer #mota musings

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eveningepiphany · 1 year

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and they were roommates | H.S

summary: when harry and Y/N have gone from longtime best friends to roommates, the lines that have been slowly blurring since their teen years are beginning to disappear altogether.

warnings: smut, oral fem rec, PIV (unprotected), praise kink, kind of a size kink if you squint— and sexual mentions throughout!

my masterlist <3

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“Dude, why are you drinking out of my coffee cup again.” You groan, after opening the cupboard to find your favourite cup missing for what had to be the third time this week.

You and Harry have been living together for over half a year now, since he got back from touring with one direction and you started college.

It all happened relatively quickly, Harry wanted a place with someone— so it was never alone over the months he was touring— and you didn’t want to stay on campus with a heap of people you didn’t know.

So here you are, living in your 3 bedroom flat, with your best friend while studying to get the job of your dreams. It sounds ideal doesn’t it, till your flat mate starts stealing everything you own I suppose.

“M’sorry,” he laughs from the couch, not meaning it whatsoever.

“It’s just s’cute— reminds me of you with all the little hearts n’stuff on it.” He glances over his shoulder, a guilty smile on his face as he brings it up to his lips and swallows a mouthful of hot tea.

You grab his cup from the shelf, “We live together, there’s hundreds of things in this house that should remind you of me other than my mug.”

“It’s fine, I’ll use yours instead.” You know his favourite, the one Gemma and Anne got him for his 14th birthday, with their faces plastered all over it.

“Go ahead, doesn’t bother me at all.” He says smugly, stretched out on our couch, clad in grey sweats and a black tshirt.

You make yourself a tea, and plop down next to him— since it’s Sunday, you don’t have anything planned other than going to the campus library to study.

As if he read your mind he asks, “what’re the plans for today, sweet thing.”

Him and his bloody pet names.

He’s been doing it since you were in highschool, and he started calling you ‘baby’ as a joke because you said you thought it was a cheesy nickname, and it’s stuck around even years later. Now he has a full list of nicknames, equally as disgustingly lovey.

Yet, coming from his mouth and in his accent, they somehow evoke a blush on your cheeks everytime.

His girlfriends never liked the nickname thing— even though he toned it down a lot, if not completely. You rarely heard them, except maybe when you were alone, another thing that didn’t often happen when he was with someone.

The amount of girls who absolutely despised your existence back in highschool all because of your friendship with Harry.

Plenty of girls made up the most scandalous rumours possible to try and get Harry to hate you, fortunately it never worked.

In the end it never really mattered, his relationships never really lasted particularly long anyway. A lot of girls just couldn’t handle the fact he was so close with you, and to be honest you did understand.

“Not much sugar, just going to the library later to study.”

“Can I come?”

“Are you suggesting I sneak you into our student only library right now?” You say in mock surprise.

“Absolutely i am, and maybe then we can go out and get a bite to eat.”

“You’re just gonna be sitting there doing nothing for like probably 2 hours?” You shrug, unsure why he’d want to come in the first place.

“That’s s’alright, I would’ve just been doing that ‘round here anyway.”

“Alright, better not get me caught then.” You sigh.

“I’ll wear that really baggy college jumper you have, they’ll never know.” He laughs.

“Just another thing if mine you’re gonna start stealing, hm?”

“Oh, well now you’ve suggest that—“ He chuckles and you dig your elbow into his side.

“Ouch!” He yelps, as if it actually hurt that much, and he quickly reaches over to have some payback.

Knowing he’s probably gonna tickle you, you jump up, “Oh god— not with the tea, not with the tea!”

He smoothly slips the mug out of your grip and places it down on the table.

You panic, knowing how brutal his tickling is.

Your legs only get you so far across the room before he catches up, immediately prodding you in the waist— he knows that has you disarmed in seconds unfortunately.

He tugs you into his chest, fingers skating all over your body causing you to squirm.

You’re half laughing half crying as you fight against him, “oh my god— Harry, please—“

“You know I always give good payback, love.” He laughs as you’re both stumbling around in the lounge room.

You manage to knock him into the couch, practically sitting him down. His lips part and you’re left standing directly between his spread legs.

His brows shot up his face, a few brown curls falling over his eyes.

Of course he looks fucking gorgeous right now.

You find plenty of these little moments, where sometimes it takes more strength then it should to pull yourself away from him. Your head muddled with images— fantasies— of your lips on his.

You allow yourself to indulge just a little, letting your hand sweep the curls that have fallen over his eyes back. Pulling them hard enough to tip his eye line to you.

“Fuck you, asshole.” You say breathless, attempting to sound annoyed but you don’t think it would have scared a fly.

And with that, you move from the space between his legs and head back to your room.

Harry is left sitting there, also short of breath, with a tiny smile playing on his lips.

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About 2 hours later, you’re laying down on your bed, book in hand when the door to your room opens.

“Hey Satan.” You say, not looking up from your page.

“Hey Angel.” You can literally hear him smiling.

He walks into your walk-in-closet, and starts to flick through the racks.

“And what exactly are you doing.” Sighing, you put the book down.

He comes out, pulling your grey college hoodie over his head. It hardly looks baggy on him, compared to how it is on you.

“Getting ready t’go.”

“You’re uninvited.” You scoff, sounding deadpan, but he knows you don’t mean it.

“Awh, you mad at me hm?” He comes over, grabbing your hand to pull you up off the bed.

You don’t fight him as he tugs you up, nor do you agree or disagree.

“God you’re a bluff.” He laughs as he picks up your bag with his free hand.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, a smile cracking through.

He doesn’t drop your hand as this time you pull him out of your room to grab your keys.

The college campus is luckily only a 5 minute drive down the road, and it’s not long before you’re both walking in.

You scan your student key card to get into the library, and because it’s Sunday afternoon it’s pretty much dead.

There’s two people sitting over by the windows on their computers and that appears to be it.

Harry follows you down to the back of the library, where your favourite spot is, surrounded with shelves and has warm midday sun streaming through the skylight.

You sink into the leather couch, and start pulling stuff out of your bag.

Harry has ended up flipping through the books nearby, and you really take a moment to look at him in your hoodie.

A feeling swells in your chest, that he really wanted to spend his afternoon with you in a library, and how… cute he looks in your jumper.

You assume this is probably how guys feel when girls are wearing their overly baggy shirt and boxers or something.

But instead you can nearly see the bulge of his bicep outlined through the material.

He walks back over, slipping his phone out from his back pocket before he sitting down next to you.

“Thanks for sneaking me in.” He leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Your welcome.” You chuckle.

You open your laptop, beginning to file through notes, and he’s scrolling on his phone.

It’s a comfortable silence, something you’d never get sick of. Just being with one another.

His had slips over the back of the chair, fingers brushing your shoulder.

Heat zips up your spine for no good reason. You want to die a little, hating how you find yourself getting hot and bothered all because of his touch— and since you’ve moved in together it’s happening all the more often.

Like the times you end up cuddling on the couch, watching romcoms, and his hands would fall on the peak of your hip and the dip of your waist, pulling you into his chest. God his hands. Usually adorned with cold rings, at that time of night they’re bare and warm.

Or when you’ve fallen asleep on said couch with him, and woken up— somehow having slept all night without waking— in a tangle of limbs with him, feeling his morning wood poking into you. Him apologising profusely after waking up, even though it’s not the first time it’s happened.

However this isn’t an entirely new feeling. There were the few times as teenagers when you pushed the limits on your friendship. Usually drunk and sneaking back into one of your houses, and ending up against the wall or in bed, getting so close to kissing it physically made your body ache. Till someone laughed, or he tickled you.

That one time you were sitting on his lap at a party and you felt him harden beneath you, and you played into it a little, innocently wiggling your hips against him. And when he’d looked at you— eyes dark and filled with undeniable desire— you’d coyly asked him what was wrong, like as if you didn’t know exactly what the problem was. “Nothing.” He’d cleared his throat, scooting you down his leg with his hands. “Just uh, have t’go to the bathroom.”

You shake you head, physically— hoping to clear your thoughts— and his eyes snap to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a light frown on his face.

You clear your throat, “just remembered I…”

His thumb is stroking your shoulder, really not helping you collect yourself. You clench your thighs together.

“Have a test tomorrow.” You finished slowly, and his eyes narrow for a second before nodding.

He doesn’t say anything as you aimlessly scroll through notes, pretending to focus when all you can feel is his fingers grazing along your shoulder.

45 minutes.

A fully excruciating 45 minutes you sit there, half attempting to focus on the notes as his fingers trace the length of your shoulder, and even ghost over the junction of your neck and upper back.

“I think I’m done.” You blurt, causing his gaze to snap to you and hand to still.

“Wanna get something to eat then?” He asks, a slight edge to his voice you can’t properly place.

“Maybe if we can just go home? I have a headache to be honest, I kinda just want to eat some ramen and crash on the couch.” You ramble, hoping he’s not annoyed you’re not going out for lunch— when In reality Harry would never care about something like that.

“‘Course beautiful.” He nods, a smirk flashing over his lips.

The drive home is just as painful for you, and you feel like you need to have a cold shower to get out of the headspace you’re in.

Because everything he’s doing is somehow being warped into completely non-platonic thoughts— plain filthy thoughts.

Like how he’s fiddling with his ring right now at the red light, slowly slipping his finger in and out of it.

Oh god.

As you get home, you are almost jumping out of the car.

Distance, you need distance— right now.

You leave your bag in the back, ready just to get inside.

You’re fumbling with your keys at the door, trying to find the house key amongst 20 others, and Harry is right behind you.

He reaches over, plucking up the gold key on the key ring, “this one.” His voice sounds gravely, almost sultry as it enters your ears and into your depraved and clearly aroused mind.

You unlock the door, toeing off your shoes, “You’ve really gotten yourself worked up, hm?”

He asks, and you freeze.

You don’t say a word as you stand just inside the doorway, he’s right behind you but you can’t trust that actually just came out of his mouth.

Because maybe you’re hearing things— maybe really horny people hear thi—

“Don’t think I haven’t seen how hard you’ve been clenching those pretty little thighs.”

“Wh…what?” You stutter out as he moves closer to you.

He’s in your space when you turn around, and your stepping back— only to be met with him stepping forward again.

This happens until your back hits the hallway wall, and his hands bracketing either side of your body.

His hands move to rest on your lower hips, gently enough that if you weren’t comfortable with it, you could slip them straight off.

“I’ve seen you like this before.” He states, eyes dark.

“How you get so zoned out, I’d kill to see what’s going inside that head of yours.”

“Harry…” Your hands are hardly an inch away from his chest, tingling to touch him.

You’re reminded— the second time today— of the time when you were teenagers, up against the wall of his bedroom.

“Fuck.” Harry sighed, breath hot against the side of your neck.

You’d somehow managed to sneak back into his house without waking his family, which is shocking considering the amount of drunken giggling coming from the both of you.

Or the stumbling up the stairs as he playfully swatted your ass behind you.

It was somewhat a wonder of how you ended up against the wall of his bedroom, hands all over eachother.

He was half-hard, you could feel him pressed into your side shamelessly as he ran his palms along your figure.

“Am I getting you all hard?” The alcohol in your system gave you confidence to ask outright with a laugh.

He chuckled back without an ounce worry, “Yea, honestly.”

“Didn’t know I did it for you like that.” You pushed your hands up his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his torso.

“Mm, I betcha don’t.” He licked a stripe up the shell of your ear and you let out a little humorous squeak.

“You’re so sensitive.” He started to tickle you and you squirmed under his grip.

That was the closest to kissing the two of you got that night, and although the tension was palpable, you somehow managed to resist it. Even though you both wanted to so bad it made you ache.

Scooping you up, he plopped you onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs.

He chucked you one of his shirts and sweatpants for you to change into.

Nothing more happened, he got into bed with you after stripping down to his boxers and you rolled into his arms.

“Look cute in my clothes baby, as always.” He kissed your temple.

“Mm, you’re cute, H. Think you’re really sweet.” You slurred with sleep.

“Love when you call me baby.” You confess while you play with his hair.

“D’ya?” He smiled into your neck.

“Yea…”

“See, there you go again— what’s got you all distracted?” His calm question snapped you back to reality.

You slide your fingers down to his waist, still not sure what to say, head spinning at his close proximity.

“Or do I have to work it out for myself?” He slips his hand to your waistband, waiting again for a reply.

An uncalled for whimper slipped from your mouth, louder than you’d like to admit.

“Fuckin hell.” He groans, moving to graze his lips on your cheek, not doing anything without asking.

God they were soft. So fucking soft.

You kissed his cheekbone, and you both gently pecked around eachothers face, all but evading lips.

“Please kiss me, H.” You tugged on his hair.

He wasted no time sliding his lips over yours. The two of you savouring that first real kiss.

You both held it for a few moments, the years of tension melting into it. Too far gone to worry about the repercussions this could possibly have on your friendship.

At this point, you’ve crossed the line between your platonic friendship and not so small romantic feelings so long ago— perhaps without even releasing— that although it’s a new feeling, it almost feels natural.

Years of short pecks, and gentle, mostly chaste kisses— not to say you haven’t made out while blackout drunk i suppose— have made you both eager to experience a kiss like this for the first time.

It quickly went from a feather-soft kiss to one you could only deem hungry and exploratory.

The first real taste of his tongue was hooking, he swiped it along your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and plucking it towards him.

The pop it made as he released it had you groaning into him.

Your hands— which had long since found their way into his curly hair— were tugging at the roots.

He pulled your legs up around his waist, and you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

“You’re so hard—“ you moaned out, pushing your hips forward to grind against him.

“God, you feel s’fucking good. Bet you’re so wet right now.”

“Touch me, Harry, please touch me.”

He chuckled into your neck, “I am baby,”

“Gonna have to be a little more specific. Tell me what y’want.”

“Want you. Anything, anything you’ll give me.”

His mouth is back on yours before you can say more, and he’s carrying you down the hallway into his room.

He carefully sets you down on the edge of his of bed, dropping to his knees between your splayed legs.

“Can we take these off?” He clarifies as he grabs the top of your pants.

“Yes,” you sigh out and he slips them from your legs.

He tosses them aside before coming to solely focus on you.

You’re only in plain black panties, and you open your mouth to apologise for it,

“Sorry, didn’t really think I’d—“

“Don’t you dare apologise. This is bloody…” He leans to press a kiss on the inside of your knee before ghosting his hand over the fabric covering your core.

Moving forward he lays an open-mouthed kiss on top of where your clit is, and you moan out softly.

He could feel how damp the soft cotton of your underwear was beneath his lips, and he looks up to you.

“Can these come off too?” He asks, hooking his fingers around them, eager to get them off.

Another keen yes slips from your mouth, and he tugs them from your hips.

He’s quiet for a moment, as your lower half is laid on display to him. His eyes are flitting over every detail possible, taking in what has to be the only part of you he hasn’t seen in your years of friendship.

“You are phenomenal.” He says, his filthy praise has your head spinning.

“And so wet…” he licks his lips carefully, “all for me?”

You groan again at his words, hardly able to form a coherent sentence to answer such a question.

“Use y’words, darlin’.”

“Yes, Harry— just for you. All this just for you.” You whine, pushing your hips up into nothing, aching for any kind of friction.

He kisses everywhere, just under your belly button, the crease of your inner thigh— everywhere except for where you want him most.

“Harry, don’t tease me, just want your mouth on me.” You say outright, moaning at his finger that’s slipped up to your entrance, gently rubbing the outside of it.

“Want my mouth?” He smirks, his ego taking your begging personally.

He leans forward, jutting his tongue out to where his index finger was just circling. But instead of staying there, he drags it up, bringing your arousal to your clit.

You never imagined the first thing the two of you would do would be this. Him burying his face between your legs, licking into you like he was getting payed.

But fuck was it perfect. It felt like everything was clicking into place.

The way he’s lapping at your clit has you already fluttering around nothing.

“Taste s’fucking good. Like a dream.” He says into you, the vibration of his words causing you to arch into him.

“Thought about you like this so many times.”

Images of him touching himself to the thought of you flash to life in your brain. In his room, on this very bed. His warm hand wrapped around himself, uttering your name quietly with every soft tug he does. You wonder what else he thought about, if he was imagining your lips wrapped around him instead, or maybe being buried within you.

“Me too,” you admit, breathless.

“How good you’d taste— or how tight your little cunt would be around me.”

“Shit, Harry—“ you moan, his lips moving to suck on your clit, and his two fingers slipping into you.

He pulls his face back a fraction to look at the fingers he just pushed into you.

“And I was right. Aleady fuckin’ squeezing around my fingers like it’s too much hm? How’re y’gonna take m’cock?”

His perfect curly hair is being mused by your hands and you’re practically trying to tug his mouth back to your swollen clit.

“I’ll take it, I will.” You promise.

“Mm you will, that’s right. Good girl.” Your belly tightens and you know you’re not going to last long.

Harry knows it too, picking up the pace of his tongue and fingers.

“Keep talking,” you beg, not only enjoying the dirty words coming from his mouth, but the way they vibrate into you.

“Bit busy.” He states— and you can almost feel him smirk before his teeth ever so slightly graze over your pussy.

“Fuck.” Your cry, bucking your hips at the sensation of it.

He takes note, and does it again. Eliciting another just as loud moan from you.

“Harry, please—“ your head is begging to fog, every other thought dissipating, only mantras of his name paired with curse words seem to be left.

“Holy shit, Harry.” Your jaw is slack, legs splayed as wide as they can go.

He moans into as you clench around his fingers, and the words ‘good girl’ are muffled into you again.

“Im gonna come— I’m so close.”

He sucks on you with another moan almost as loud as your own— you can help but love how vocal he is—and it feels like it was vibrating your whole body.

With his fingers curling in you he pulls back just enough to draw in a deep breath, “come on darling, that’s it, come around m’tongue.”

“Wanna feel you clench around my fingers before you take m’cock.”

He flicks his tongue fast along your clit, moving it in sync with his fingers and it all comes crashing down.

Your thighs almost cage his head between your legs, and it proves the deep breath was not just for nothing, because there is no way he could breathe right now.

You’re moaning his name as you finish, grinding your cunt against his movements to ride out your high.

As your breathing begins to level out, he pulls his head away with an inhale, and you look to find his mouth glistening.

“That was so… so good.” You whispered to him, body gone completely deadweight on his mattress.

He’s smiling wide with his swollen pink lips, “took my mouth so well.”

You move to sit up, and it’s a true sight to see him on his knees like that.

You pull him by the back of his neck to your lips. No shame in where his mouth just was.

“Can you taste yourself?” He asks, hands going to cup the junction of your neck and jaw.

You hummed in agreement, and you start pulling at the hem of his shirt.

“Off, please?”

“‘Course.” He pulls it over his head, briefly breaking the kiss.

You stare at his chest, and your eyes dip to the symmetrical ferns that highlight his v-line— drawing special attention to the line of hair that starts under his bellybutton, and disappears into the black boxer briefs he’s wearing.

He’s watching your eyes trail along his body, quietly noting the clear effect it has on you.

You reach out a hand, gently brushing it down his abs. Locking your eyes with his, you gauge his reaction as you slide it further down, resting over the top of the hardness in his jeans.

Goosebumps prickle across his arms, and he looks at you with expression filled with pure lust.

“This ok?” You check.

“Yea…” he seems curious, almost unsure of what you plan on doing— yet that excites him all the more.

You brush along the fabric, and he audibly swallows.

A squeeze and he’s already bucking his hips up into your palm.

“Y/N—“ he moans.

“Look at you, I haven’t even touched your bare cock yet and I’ve gotten you all riled up.” You tease, taking a swing in the dark that he likes it as much as you do.

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “stand up so we can take these off.”

He quickly lifts from his knees, hand going to the button of his jeans and slipping them down his legs.

Clad in only his black boxer briefs, you stroke your hand over the fabric again.

“Please, don’t tease me.” He echos your own words from earlier and you chuckle, hooking your hands into his underwear resting on his hips, and tug them down.

His cock springs towards his stomach, and you still completely.

Whatever post-orgasm confidence you’d gained has dissipated immediately.

You knew he’d be big, having felt him hard against you earlier and on those few other occasions. But seeing it in front of you right now has you lost for words.

“Don’t go all shy on me.” He practically pleads.

“Can’t touch me like that and then…” his sentence trails off unfinished, hand twitching near the base of his length.

You take him into your palm carefully. He’s heavy and warm in it.

He moans at the mere contact, and you start to stroke him, thumb swiping over his tip where precum has long since started to seep out.

He’s literally swaying on his feet, “H, sit down.”

You laugh a little as he sits as close as possible to you, connecting your lips when you start moving your hand again.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He whispers against your mouth.

You are careful not to push him too hard, but enough to really get him going.

“Feels s’good— y’bloody hands, could cum all over them.”

“Wanna fuck you first though, s’tha ok?” He asks, hands coming to rest by your hips.

“Yes,” You whine, “wanna make you come in me.”

“God you’ve got a dirty mouth.“ he starts to get up off the bed,

“You getting a condom?”

“Yea, unless you…” he stares at you a moment, cock twitching at the idea of taking you raw.

“I’m clean. If you’re using—“

“I’m on birth control… and I’m clean— haven’t been with anyone since my last test.” you say.

“You sure?” He asks a final time,

You nod, “I trust you.”

He wastes no time settling back next to you, pulling you into a rough kiss.

He slides you up his lap, taking your top off— which had been on for far too long.

He places a kiss on the top of both your breasts before unclipping your bra.

“Not a single flaw on your fuckin’ body.” He sighs, taking in the sight of your bare chest.

He pulls you forward a little more, so you’re chest to chest as he lines himself up with you.

You feel the hard head of his cock slide through your slit and press just into your entrance.

You’re both already panting and Harry looks at you, saying tenderly, “I’ll be careful.”

He’s somehow so hot and so sweet all at the same time. It’s hardly fair that he can be both.

His hands on your hips are lowering you down slowly, and he’s groaning at the feeling of you stretching to fit him.

It’s a bit of an effort to get to the base of him, but fuck once you do, you feel so full.

“Fuck… don’t— don’t move.” His head is spinning, you’re so tight around him that even the slightest movement could have him cumming into you.

It takes you both a moment to ground yourselves, “Sorry— god you’re just so fucking warm and tight… nearly came just getting in you.”

“Can move now, love.” He says, still sounding a little shaky.

You roll you hips gently, and the pleasure of it is overwhelming.

It kickstarts his movements, because after a few more pushes of your hips, he starts to thrust into you.

You’re already trembling, “Harry—”

“You’re a good girl, Y/N, keeping y’promises. Taking me so well.” His praise has you clenching around him.

It’s clear to him how much dirty talk and praise effects you, so he keeps it up.

“Feel good, hm? Like the feeling of my cock stretching you all out like this.”

“Yes!” You cried out, heart thundering in your chest.

“Lettin’ me fuck me so good…”

“Got such a nice little cunt, I want it all to myself now.”

“Have it, Harry— it’s all yours.”

“Sweetheart, you’re too good too me. Gonna make y’feel s’good.” He reaches his hand down to your clit.

He’s fucking your clit with fast circles that feel heavenly paired with the way he’s pushing his cock into you.

Your bouncing into his thrusts, and a heat blooms rapidly in the pit of your stomach.

“Harry! I’m so close, please.”

He moans, “fuck— your cunts clamped ‘round me so tight. Gonna come.

“Come in me, please.” You whined, the thought almost enough to tip you over the edge.

But what really does is the way he grunts “good girl” into your ear a final time.

You both cry out in sync, and it’s euphoric, pure bliss really.

You’re both breathing hard, still spasming and twitching as you feel the pleasure from your orgasms ease off. He slips gently out of you, and lays you into his chest.

“Thank you.” You whisper, feeling exhausted yet so grateful for him.

“Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes are closed and he stokes the small of your back, “Five more minutes, then we’ll go clean up and cook some ramen, hm? How’s that sound.”

You smile tiredly, “Sounds good.”

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A/N- this has been sitting in my drafts for ages— I’ve reread it that many times idek if it’s that good but decided to post it anywayyy <3 hope you enjoyed!

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