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Walk Through Fire For You
pairing: roommate/best friend harry x reader
warnings: fluff, swearing
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YN groans in frustration as she steps in the door of her apartment, rolling her shoulders and taking her shoes off of her aching feet. All week her floor has been short staffed, leaving her to do almost all patient checkups, fill all charts, and report to the chief. It’s stressful and it’s exhausting, so she’s happy to finally have some time off. It’s refreshing to not have to worry about her pager going off in the dead of the night.
She knows the feeling all too well, when she’s in a deep sleep for the first time in days and suddenly her heart stutters as she hears the beeping from beside her head. It’s always worth it, though, when she gets to save someone’s life even if it means she loses sleep.
Stepping further into the apartment, it feels like a load is lifted from her shoulders as she takes in the clean atmosphere, the front of her home spotless from her last day off. She practically runs to her bedroom, in need of a hot shower to relax her aching muscles. A small sigh leaves her as she sees a small pile of dirty laundry that needs to be done, but she decides to leave that for another day.
It’s settled, she’s going to spend the next few days relaxing and sleeping, catching up on her favourite shows. Looking at the clock on her bedside table, she sees that she has about five hours of resting time before Harry arrives for their weekly movie night. It’s perfect, it gives her enough time for a nap, and even if she oversleeps, Harry can let himself in.
Grabbing some panties and one of Harry’s t-shirts, she places them on her bed before making her way to the bathroom, immediately starting the shower. As soon as the water is hot enough, she jumps in and lets the water envelop her, basking in the warmth it brings.
After about ten minutes of just standing under the shower head, she grabs her soap and starts to clean herself up, washing all of the sweat from her shift off her body. She feels a million times better when she steps out of the shower and wraps her towel around her, but she’s still very exhausted.
Before she heads into her room, she stops at the sink to do her skincare before making her way in and drying off, slipping on the clothes she’d previously chosen. She quickly does her moisturizing routine before climbing into her bed and burying herself under the blankets, falling asleep instantly.
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When she awakes, the first thing that hits her senses is the smell of her favourite pizza, the scent drifting through her home. A wide smile forms on her face as she makes her way down the hall, and she isn’t surprised to see Harry setting up their dinner, pouring the two of them some glasses of wine.
He’s dressed in a black hoodie and some grey shorts, but she’s unaware of what shoes he showed up in because he left them at her front door.
She stands in the doorway silently, watching him quickly set everything up with the most adorable look of concentration on his face. When he’s all done, he sits down on the couch, and that’s when she decides to make her appearance.
Sneaking up behind him, she chuckles as she sees him scrolling through emails, and then she’s placing her hand on his shoulders, cackling as he jumps in fear.
“Fuckin’ hell, YN,” he grumbles, placing his hand on his chest as his heart thumps against it. “Always been a sneaky little fucker,” he murmurs, shaking his head as she cackles behind him.
She can faintly hear him muttering something about how he should’ve scared her when he had the chance, only making her laugh even harder. An annoyed look covers Harry’s face as he waits for her to finish her cackling, and when he sees her wiping some fallen tears from her eyes, he’s fed up.
He quickly turns around and lunges for her, grabbing her arm and yanking her toward him. She squeals in surprise before she’s laughing once more as he takes advantage of her vulnerable position, tickling her in her most ticklish spots. She’s kicking and yelling for him to stop, the tears that are streaming down her face practically doubling in quantity.
“Okay, okay!” she snorts, making Harry let out a belly laugh at the unusual sound. He finally decides to give her a break,
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. “I brought you some stuff,” he says excitedly, as if just now remembering he’d done so. She grins at his excitement, watching him run to the kitchen and grab a shopping bag from her island.
Her interest is piqued as she sees the full target bag, but her heart melts when she sees the flowers that he carries along with it.
Sitting down next to her, he chuckles at her already teary eyes, handing the flowers to her. “I know you’ve had a bit of a rough week, so I thought I’d do something nice for you,” he explains, watching her quickly wipe some fallen tears from her glossy eyes. “Oh, stop the crying. I’ll cry too if y’don’t stop,” he mutters, rummaging through the bag and pulling things out, explaining them to her.
“So, first I picked us up some face masks, I ended up seeing the hydrating ones you sent me in the tiktok, so I grabbed those,” he starts, making her heart swell with how considerate he is. “Also, I know you’ve been wanting to paint m’nails, and I liked these colours so I grabbed them,” he continues, keeping a close eye on the emotional girl beside him.
He realizes he has one more thing in the bag, his face lighting up as he remembers. “Ooh! I also picked up this bath bomb, I think you’ll like it! It has soothing chemicals or something like that to help you sleep. I think it’s marijuana in it, I’m not sure,” he chuckles, placing the bag behind him on the couch.
The second he finishes talking, he chuckles as he sees her shoulders shaking lightly, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her and pull her to his chest. Immediately, she starts sobbing against him, letting out even more tension from the horrible and stressful week she’d endured. He places his hand on her back, rubbing up and down gently as he soothes her, pressing his lips to the crown of her head as sobs wrack her body.
He knows that sometimes she doesn’t need to talk, but she just needs comfort from him and to know he’s there. So he sits in silence, rocking the two of them side to side as he lets her cry it out against him.
They stay that way for around five minutes, until she’s pulling away and turning away from him so he doesn’t see all of the snot on her face. He chuckles, grabbing a napkin to clean her up. “I’ve seen you shitfaced with makeup sliding off your face. You think a little bit of snot is gonna scare me away?” he teases, making her laugh wetly at his words. “Don’t think I forgot about when y’sneezed on m’face in third grade when y’had that nasty cold,” he says, scrunching his face up in disgust at the memory.
She pouts slightly, pushing his arm jokingly. “Shut up,” she grumbles, but it’s all in good nature as he finishes cleaning her up and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone,” he surrenders, a smug smile on his face. “Only if you braid m’hair so I don’t get the face mask in it,” he finishes, making her squeal excitedly. She’d been asking to braid his hair for the past month, but he denied every time.
“Turn around!” she shouts excitedly, hopping up from the couch to get a comb from her bathroom. He laughs lightheartedly at her excitement, doing as she says as he awaits her return.
He hears her before he sees her, the sound of her feet pattering against the floor making him shake his head fondly as she runs back to the living room before sitting down behind him.
She makes quick work of braiding his hair, the faint sound of music coming from his phone as he decided to turn on his playlist. When she’s all done, she’s grabbing her phone from beside her and opening the camera, snapping a picture before showing it to him.
He smiles widely at the new hairstyle. “I love it, thank you Y/N/N,” he replies, kissing her cheek. “Now how about we do these face masks while we eat and pick a movie,” he requests, and she’s nodding before grabbing the masks off the table and making her way to the bathroom, Harry not far behind.
Opening the two packets, she hands Harry his before putting hers on, taking out her jade roller to smooth it out. Finishing up, she turns to Harry to help do his, having no clue what the close proximity is doing to him. He’s had her this close to him hundreds of times in the many years they’ve known each other, but it’s something so intimate about this moment that has his heart stuttering in his chest and his head feeling floaty.
His eyes are locked in on her lips, watching the way she sometimes bites them in concentration, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, to bite it himself. Shaking the thoughts off, she pulls away. “All done. Let’s go eat,” she smiles, walking out the bathroom with him close behind.
Making their way back to their places, Harry tells YN to sit down and choose a movie while he heats up their lukewarm pizza, and she smiles before doing so.
When he returns, he sees that she picked ‘Pride & Prejudice’, making him roll his eyes fondly as they’ve seen the movie at least ten times. It really is her favourite movie, so he puts up with it every time, even though he can recite it backwards at this point.
Passing her the plate, she thanks him and digs in, sipping wine in between bites. The two eat in comfortable silence as the movie plays, and when they’re done they place their plates on the coffee table, deciding to get them tomorrow.
Finishing her wine, YN slides closer to Harry and lies on him, feeling her eyes start to get droopy as she relishes in his warmth.
“H?” she whispers, making him hum in acknowledgment and look down at her curiously. “Could I maybe paint your nails in the morning? ‘M getting sleepy,” she mumbles sheepishly, making him chuckle at her.
“Of course, Petal. Whatever you want,” he responds, getting tired himself.
“Thank you so much, H. I really needed this. I love you,” she whispers, resting her head against his chest.
“No problem, Flower. I’d walk through fire for you,” he replies, pressing a comforting kiss on her head. He notices her nodding off and chuckles, holding her closer to him. “I love you more,” he whispers, turning back to their unfinished movie
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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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Day 17: Ritual
I did this in 2 1/2 hrs — I’m a smidge proud.
#should have put the snake kettle in the last panel too#shoot dang#smooches#and they were roommates#art#drawing#sketch#artists on tumblr#doodle#harry potter#drarry#draco malfoy#harry james potter#comics#comic art#boshhptober2023#drawtober#tea and toast#sorry it’s so messy#boshdraws
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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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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!
#harry styles x y/n#harry styles#harrystyles smut#harry styles smut#harry styles fluff#best friend harry#best friend!harry#best friends to lovers#friends to lovers#harrystyles x reader#harry styles x reader#harry styles x you#roommates#one direction#harry styles oneshot#harry styles imagine
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Sirius: Brotherfucker
James: Dude I-
Sirius: >:( Not you
Regulus: I had to ask Lucretia if she wished to be called "aunt" or "cousin." Your insults mean nothing to me
James: I'm sorry you wot
#harry potter#marauders#sirius black#james potter#jegulus#sirius and regulus#regulus black#hogwarts#marauders era#my roommate made this after I forced them into the fandom and they said I could post it <3
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amazing spider-man (1963) #59
#“i thought you were mad at him”#“yeah but it wasn't a lifetime project!”#inexplicably my favourite dialogue in all of spider-man canon#harry osborn#peter parker#gwen stacy#like... hi little roommate!#i love them i miss them i miss them SOOO much#i love seeing peter like. happy around his friends. peter deserves this.
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This is your friendly reminder that Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood were in the same year AND shared a dorm. They were ROOMMATES.
#percy weasley#oliver wood#perciver#percy x oliver#and historians will call them roommates#i love them so much#harry potter fandom
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Harry Kim saying Naomi is lucky to be born on Voyager and that he would have given "anything" to have her life when he was a kid...
#He sees NO downsides????#Also I love how Neelix was yelling and panicked and Harry was like 'haha ok buddy. Hey this little guy is ugly huh~? See ya later!'#absolutely unbothered and not the least bit curious - love him <3#saw someone post about how they don't like 'once upon a time' bc Neelix doesn't tell Naomi right away about her mother .... bro.#c'mon. Anyway I love Neelix and him trying so hard to shield Naomi from bad things / upset bc he KNOWS how fucking painful#it is to lose a family DID make me tear up.#Also Naomi in that burned-down forest (symbolic of innocence?) was a kickass visual. Neelix telling her about his family and Naomi trying#to comfort HIM??? SHE'S SUCH A GOOD KID MAN....Neelix making her a flotter doll was also v cute#OH AND Naomi going 'I Am Borg...' and Neelix going '~??? No you're not~!!!' and Naomi giggling...added NOTHING to the#episode - as it should be!! Sometimes you've just gotta have a really cute silly moment <3#Tuvok: [says something] / Tom: Nice bedside manner Tuvok =_=#Tuvok: [about to say the most beautiful comforting words you've ever heard one parent say to another] And I took that personally.#Love how Naomi is scared of Seven at first...girl that's your roommate.#HEHEH she starts off the series scared of her but by the end she's her little buddy and also her intern#but yeah never forget that Harry Kim can and will say the most unhinged things but so casually that no one will really clock it#NEVER forget that he says he remembers.....either being an infant or his own birth - both WILD to me#Harry Kim lowkey loves destiny and being special and the idea of 'chosen ones' and the narrative even though he will fight it all if it#harms the ones he loves#Harry: (guy from an alternate timeline who replaced the dead Naomi with the alive one from his own) That kid's living the dream <3
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I was college roommates with Harry Potter but he was moving out and the entire time we were fighting over who would get our shared kitchenware.
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Harry: Why do you sleep like Dracula lol
Tom: What?
Harry: I came to steal your brow pencil and you were sleeping like perfectly straight with your hands all crossed
Tom: Wait, you have like 3 brow pencils in your room
Harry: Undead ass posture
Harry: Nosferatu ass
#harry potter#incorrect quotes#tomarry#fanfic#tom riddle#harry potter is a menace#harrymort#voldemort#fanfiction#hp#ao3#vampire#nosferatu#text post#and they were roommates
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grimmauld roommates AU (part 1)
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For your 1k followers post (congrats!) I'll throw my hat in and suggest a domestic Drarry scene (however you want to interpret that) because I am a shameless slut for wholesomeness. Your art is brilliant and you are a blessing to this fandom!
Straight up cackling at these goobers. Is it bad (or good?) when you’re laughing at your own jokes before you even deliver them? And thank you so so much. I'm glad to be here, and a part of the fandom. The snacks have been wonderful so far!
#and they were roommates#drarry#draco malfoy#Harry Potter#art#sketch#drawing#artists on tumblr#doodle#digital art#cooking#harry potter art#bosh art bash#boshdraws
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a better teaser for domestic!harry
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(note: soooOOOoooooo, i had to make a new google doc account because I ran out of room on the other. i lost some inspiration for sick of you, but like I said, i’ve been working on some other works for the time being, this being one of them. i went and reread the first teaser and thought immediately NO, so i redid it some, and here it is! ik nobody asked for it but i couldnt live with it any longer. kk ttyl 💋)
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“Keep reading, I’m just going to rant a little bit. Try and drown me out.” She hummed, playing with her sock that was ruffled and scrunched up in some places at her ankles, “He was such a pig,” she started, “and Ben’s so lucky he looked like he actually liked the girl he was with, Harry, I swear to God, because otherwise I would’ve been home much, much earlier.” She gritted out through her clenched teeth, taking a calming breath and began playing with her hair. A habit of hers that always helped her relax. “Tell me why men think it’s totally okay to flat out say that they're a great lay- You know what, don’t answer that.. frankly, I’m in awe.” She huffed, shaking her head in disbelief and giggled as Harry peered over the top of his book, shaking his head and laughing while he lowered his book. “He didn’t… did he really?” He asked, chuckling as he leaned over to take his glasses off and set his book down. “He did! It was so embarrassing. I didn't know what to say.” Y/N whined, pouting as she looked at him, her head tilting to the side as she finally took in the relaxed state of him. Never before had a man so broad and long, managed to look so gentle. So homely. The sight had her biting her lip at the haunting tug of her heart as he rubbed at his eyes tiredly.
“Could’ve called me for an emergency excavation. Or at least told Benjamin. He’s a pal, would’ve understood.” He argued, raising a brow at her. She scoffed and scrunched her nose at him, “No, I couldn’t. Ben told me she was a very nervous girl. And I could tell she had relaxed and started enjoying herself once me and whatever-his-name-was started talking. So, naturally I, being the absolute angel that I am, took one for the team.” She 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?” She asked, pausing just before popping one into her mouth, who knows when it was made. He widened his eyes at her and reached into the bowl to toss a few her way. “I made a bag about two hours ago thinking we were gonna try that movie out! Dickhead!” Y/N laughed and threw her 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?” Doesn’t 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 her 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. She laughed, her jaw falling slack at the newfound attitude. “Yes, sir.” She giggled, grabbing the blanket and stood, “Brought a pizza home too to share. Lost my appetite at the restaurant so I stopped ‘round Tonie’s on the way home.” She explained as she made her way to the kitchen again, Harry trailing behind. “Always so thoughtful, dove, 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?” She asked, opening the box to plate up the pizzas for them 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. She watched as he lost himself in thought, staring out the window, wondering what he was so distracted with. What’s worse was that she could feel her heartbeat in her ears, her throat, even her fingertips, as she set her hand over her chest to try and calm the throbbing that was bursting through her chest. “Yeah,” She 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 started rumbling in.” And she swore she could just barely catch a hint of a smile from the tops of his cheeks, even with his head still turned mostly away. “Tried t’warn ya, did it?” He laughed, finally turning his head to her before retrieving the popcorn from the microwave and dumping it into a bowl. “Hey! Grab me a beer, would you?” She added 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 her 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 she sheepishly got up to go to the bathroom ‘just in case’, he’d say. “The pizzas goin’ cold, Harry! Just start the movie.” She laughed, trying her best to get him to hear her through the door.
After she washed her hands, she sped through the hallway to sit back down, opening a beer and pulled her legs up onto the cushion. “Which one did you end up picking?” She murmured, taking a good swig before setting it back down to pick up a slice. “Interstellar. S’a big movie, lots of things to miss. Hence, 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 hers as well. “Comfy?” He murmured, grabbing his own slice off his plate to take a bite. She nodded, watching his portion of a bite before getting back up, “M’bringing the whole damn box over.” She 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 she sat them down on the coffee table. “Alright! Alright.” She giggled out, taking her place next to him to watch intently as the beginning scenes unfolded.
She risked a glance at Harry from the corner of her eye when she deemed it safe. 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, she 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,” She huffed, 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!” He huffed, shaking his head in mock disappointment while reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “Go and lock it.” He laughed, lifting both hands to rub his face. “Wha’ am I gonna do with you?” He laughed out, tugging the box of pizza closer to slide another slice out, kicking his socked feet up on the coffee table.
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(aaaand there it is, for those that don’t know what i was complaining about, it was this. there isnt much difference but i feel better about it, ok??? this will also be on the masterlist from now on)
#harry writing#harry one shot#harry fic#harry styles#harry styles on tour#harry styles angst#harry styles pining#harry styles x reader#harry styles reader insert#harry styles friends to lovers#harry styles one shot#roommates!harry#domestic!harry
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you know what i’d love? if you feel up to it of course <3 some roommate sirius with a chubby roommate who is constantly annoyed by his antics but who he can’t help but be obsessed with, the dynamic of them becoming softer and softer around them would be golden i think
(thank u anon i am obsessed with them!)
cw : sirius walks in on reader in the bath! no funny business but it is included. 1k words
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“Get your feet off of Marsha!” You glare at the man in front of you, pulling your Squishmallow to safety from beneath Sirius. He rolled his eyes, moving his legs to get comfortable again.
“Well, darlin’, how am I supposed to know I’m not supposed to use pillows as pillows?” He smirks at you, grabbing the remote to turn the television volume down. “C’mere, let me make it up to you,” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to him.
A small, scared squeak leaves your throat as you topple onto the man. He hugs you tightly, enjoying the feeling of your softness below him as he snuggles his scruffy face into yours. You grumble at the tightness of his hold, squirming a little until he sighs out dramatically. “You’re so much more comfortable than Martha,”
“It’s Marsha, you dunce!” You huff out. “Like a marshmallow, duh,” Sirius looks over at the huge stuffed… whatever it was. Marshmallow pillow? Merlin, he hadn’t gotten used to living with such a princess like you.
A princess who was currently getting closer and closer to kneeing on a very precious part of his body, squirming around in his hug. He sighed and let go, looking at you woundedly as you get up and walk towards the kitchen.
Remus had left his room when he’d heard the sound of your squeals, meaning to check on you. When he’d found you safe, in Sirius’ arms, he’d taken it upon himself to make some tea. “He attacked me, Remmy!” You exclaimed dramatically. “How did I ever brave it out of that fight?”
Remus chuckled, pushing a mug toward you. “I am so proud.”
Sirius rolled his eyes, and grabbed Marsha from the floor, shoving her under his head before turning the volume back up.
The next time he catches you alone is when you’re resting in the bath, candles lit around you. The bubbles are up to your neck, scented strawberry that matches the sweet lip oil that graces your lip.
Sirius waltzes in, fuzzy towel wrapped around his waist and neck. “Don’t tell me you wasted all the hot water,” your roommate groans around the toothbrush in his mouth.
You move the bubbles around quickly, making sure you’re covered from the intrusion. “Sirius! The bathroom is occupied.” You hiss out, trying your hardest not to blush.
“Please believe me when I say I do not have time to be ogling you, sweet thing. I need to be at Quidditch practice in half an hour and someone,” He points his toothbrush at you, white foam nearly cascading down. “Decided to use all the hot water so she can sit in it for half an hour and smell like strawberries,”
You roll your eyes and feel that familiar burning flame on your cheeks. “I didn’t know you had to coach today, I’m sorry,” You huff, blowing a few bubbles out of your line of sight. With the soap out of the way, you can see his tattoos that littered his chest and arms. Your eyes squint, trying to read the words that were transcribed onto his soft skin until he moves away again.
“It’s okay, dearest. I can never be mad at you. Not when you look so pretty,” He smiles, using some sort of cleaning charm on himself before rinsing his toothpaste out in the sink.
“I thought you said you weren’t ogling me,” you mumble, trying to ignore the way your heart speeds up a bit at the sweet words.
“I don’t need to ogle you to know how beautiful you are,” He throws over his shoulder as he leaves the bathroom, the fluffy towel around his waist swaying gently.
You bite your lip to conceal your smile, pushing yourself below into the water to cool yourself down.
Your hair is still a little damp when Sirius and James come home later that day. They find you making hot chocolate in the kitchen, swaying and humming to some tune playing from Remus’ pretty record spinner. Sirius stands in the doorway, taking in the sight of you. Your full thighs and supple cheeks on display as you flutter around, working diligently at whatever you were brewing on the stove.
James comes up from behind you and leaves a chaste kiss on your cheek, sneaking a peek into the pot. “Hi, Jamesie,” You smile at the man, pouring him a small cup of the sweet drink.
He thanks you and drifts away into the bathroom to take a shower. Sirius begins to walk into the kitchen, following James’ movements. You feel the man stop behind you and your heartbeat begins to quicken. Mentally, you will it to stop as you stir the pot. “Hi, Sirius,” You begin to turn around when he stops you, hugging you from behind. “How was practice?”
“You smell like strawberries,” He ignores your question, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling. “And chocolate.” He pulls away, only slightly. “Do I get some, sweet cheeks?”
You let out a small laugh at the nickname. “I guess I owe you one from today,” You mumble and pour two mugs of the drink, turning in Sirius’ grasp to face him.
He takes the mug between his hands and sips dramatically, waiting for a bit as if he was really tasting it. “How decadent! How delightful! Absolutely stunning,” He dramatics, nearly spilling his drink. Your giggles hit his ears and he looks down at you fondly. “How about,” He sets the mug down. “I shower. A real shower. And then we drink some more of this delicious drink and watch a movie, hm?” He leans down, sweet breath washing over you.
You pretend to mull it over, humming and taking a drink from your mug. “Okay,” you begin. “But I get to cuddle Marsha,”
“As long as I get to cuddle you,” Sirius shrugs, turning on his heel to start on his shower.
You watch as he leaves the room, before turning and squealing in flustered excitement to yourself quietly.
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The amount of mental gymnastics you have to do to prove Scorbus is canon:
🚪🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️
The amount of mental gymnastics you have to do to prove Scorbus are just two very close best friends:
🚪🤸♀️🏄♂️⛷🏇🏃♂️🕺💃🏋️♀️🤺
Work smarter not harder 👍
#scorbus#harry potter canon#the cursed child#hp#and they were roommates#✨✨✨#scorbus is canon#scorpius malfoy#albus potter#scorpius x albus
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