Hey, me again. Could I request a blurb where the reader kinda overhears the boys talking about thier sex lives, and Haz is respectful to their privacy but basically hints to the boys that he's well taken care of and then possibly leading into smut? Thanks babydoll love you with EVERYTHING I have. No cap. Anyway, yay for crackhead energy.
“Tell me, Tom, how’d you get those burns on your wrist again?” Harry asked with a cheeky grin.
Tom smirked and rubbed at his wrists knowingly as he reclined on the couch with the rest of his flatmates. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
He was met with a chorus of “you’re a gentleman?” and “so there was kissing involved?” from the other boys, but Harrison just rolled his eyes. He wasn’t interested in hearing about his best friend’s sex life again.
“You’re all just jealous,” Tom insisted.
“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Harrison muttered under his breath, catching the attention of everyone in the room.
“What was that, mate?” Tom asked, crossing his arms. There was a glint in his eye, almost like the question was really a challenge.
Harrison didn’t waver. “Well, I don’t know about you boys, but I’ve got nothing to be jealous of.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that my lovely girlfriend gives me all I could ever need in the bedroom and more, that’s all. And I don’t even have to pay for her Uber in the morning either.”
Harry whistled through his teeth and Tuwaine shoved Haz playfully, shaking his head in disbelief at his roommate.
“Y/n?” Tom hissed. “Our y/n? No way.”
Harrison shrugged. “I’m just saying that if there’s anyone you should be jealous of in this house, it’s me.”
“You can’t just say that and not elaborate, man,” Tuwaine scoffed.
“Actually I can,” Harrison said, standing up. “And if you idiots would excuse me, I’m going to go find her now.”
He ignored the raucous cheers and snide comments shouted by his dumbass friends behind him as he made his exit from the living room.
You were already waiting in the hallway when Haz came to find you, and you’d overheard pretty much everything. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, you really hadn’t, you had been on your way to Harrison’s room after a shower when you overheard your name... and your curiosity got the better of you.
“Y/n- oh shit!”
Harrison quite literally ran right into you as he rounded the corner of the hallway in search of you, nearly making you drop the towel wrapped around your body.
“I’m sorry, love I didn’t see you there,” he paused, eyeing the puddle on the floor from your drippy hair as he connected the dots. “Did you, uh, hear-”
“Hear you telling everyone in the house that they should be jealous of you because of how good I am in bed? Maybe a little bit.”
“Okay, technically I never said that last part.” You raised an eyebrow. “But I’m sorry,” he conceded. “I shouldn’t have said anything about our sex life either way Tom was just being a dick and I let my ego get the better of me.”
“Yeah, you did.” Harrison frowned and opened his mouth to apologize again when you cut him off. “I thought it was kind of hot.”
He choked on his words, managing a “you did?” instead of whatever he had been about to say.
You nodded, smiling cheekily as Harrison composed himself.
“You’re hot when you’re cocky.”
“Is that so?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. You nodded again, too flustered to say much else as Haz leaned down and kissed your neck. “Couldn’t let Tom get away with bragging like that when I know I have it so. much. better.” You melted into his touch as he murmured against your skin and whimpered quietly when he pulled back. “Wanna go to my room and help me prove it?” he whispered lowly.
“They’re still in the living room, Haz. They’ll hear us.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s give them a run for their money.”
