#jawllines

[whitehotwild]

hopping back on here to say that i need you RPF girlies to write about Role Model/Tucker Pillsbury. nothing crappy either, i need @jawllines level excellence in chat ONLY.

STAT!

HAVE IT ON MY DESK BY END OF DAY!

[helladirections]

August Fic List

This is my fourth month doing this, and honestly it's so much fun. I love going back at the end of the month and remembering all the amazing work I've read. I love getting to hopefully help promote writers. I love seeing for myself how much I'm reading and from who. I hope you all keep enjoying this as well.

The list:

In order I reblogged, not order written

Multiple writing from the same author are listed together (but I tried to read from as many different authors as I could this month)

Must have a Read More

Writers: Please put word counts, thanks!

Previous Monthly Lists | Fic Rec Tag | My Masterlist

Assistance Needed | assistant!reader 3k @gurugirl

Little bit of face-fucking :o) (Preview) You're Too Sweet For Me (preview) @1800titz

Secrets 7.9k @heartateasee

Grumpy 1.8k Tastes So Sweet 1.3k @harryistheonlyoneforme

Wake N' Bake 1.4k Roomies 8k @0nlythrowharrybeaux

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 3k @jarofstyles

Painted On Your Back 9k The Other Man 13.5k @lukesaprince

Needy 4k Yes, Sir. 7.1k @harrystylescherry

Horan!sister reader 1.8k @avatar-anna

Across the Hall 2.3k @musicforgrapejuiceblues

Green Skies, Pink Grass 2.6k @1d1195

Far From Sober 2.8k Part 2 2k @eveningepiphany

Neighborhood Watch 2.6k @purplecoffee13

Aperture 1.9k @cherryrouge

Best Friend Vacation 6.6k @guiltypleasurecreative

Primavera 11k @smokeinherperfume

Sweet 3.4k @harry-on-broadway

Jealousy, Jealousy 4.5k @harryhitties

Academic Rivals / A/B/O Part 1 22k Part 2 20k Part 3 18k Part 4 14k @jawllines

Delight - Dilf | doctor!Harry 6.6k @harryhoney-bee

Riding Lessons (cowboy!harry) 3.4k @cowboylikelyric

Spinnin' Out Waiting For Ya 18k+ Part 1 3.8k Part 2 4.6k Part 3 5k Part 4 4.8k @swiftmendeshoran

Yes, Mr. Styles 7.3k @smuttyaf

[tiredinwinter]

Chefrry has been on my mind for a while aaaaah

What do you think he is thinking about? What to put on the menu next or for how long he may continue to edge his apprentice? 😂💕

Read @jawllines chefrry fanfic here if you haven't done so!

I also made another smaller sketch of him here ✨

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My taglist (lol I hope I didn't forget anyone I haven't tagged any of my works in a long time hahahahah)

@freedomfireflies @gurugirl @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @cinnamonone

[laughontour]

jawllines writings

my personal masterlist

*i initially made this for myself to remember liv's fics because my memory is terrible! with that being said, there may be some spoilers here & there on this post! you've been warned*

(last updated 5/2/25)

☆ = fave

red = to read!

orange = read recently (within past month or so)

blue = unfinished by author

* purple asterik = also on patreon or has additional patreon checkins

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TUMBLR:

(all hyper-linked YAY! *not working as of october 2024 but i’ll fix once i can*)

chef harry - dom harry, smutty, idk much else i only skimmed through it! not my cup of tea atm

vamp yn - & touch starved harry, cliffhanger ending.. cool concept but unfinished for some reason *also on*

private investigator harry - he falls in love with the person he’s stalking, smut at end

art grad school rivalrry - a/b/o, alpha harry x omega yn, enemies -> lovers kinda, forced proximity, the smut is filthyyyyyyyy

(new) soulmates au - cupid yn, fake dating, coworkers -> kissy friends -> lovers, angst & smut in last part *checkins*

vamprry - harry is newbie vamp yn’s mentor, puppy pet name, he’s a sweet meanie, great storybuilding, smut in pts 2/3/4, blood play obvi *checkin*

ballerinarry - enemies -> lovers, virgin yn, mean harry, theyre paired together for a duet, smut in all parts *checkins*

bodyguardrry - childhood friends -> lovers, slow burn, great storybuilding, part 4 is just spectacular

mermaidrry - left off after rollerskating in pt 2.

☆ firemanrry - himbo harry!!! grumpy yn, kinda subrry, virginrry (until pt 4), roommates, 2018liveontour-era hair *checkins* ☆

☆ mechanicrry - smutty, collar, puppy pet name, mean grumpy harry, lhh *checkins* ☆

☆ harry does what on fridays? (boxerrry) - coworkers to friends to lovers, yn is oblivious and cutesy, harry is jealous and cutesy, no smut until pt 4 *checkins* ☆

tattoo artist harry/bookstore yn - cutesy, pure fluff, harry is really sweet, great storybuilding *checkins*

single dadrry/babysitter yn - dilfrry, son named teddy, domestic and cute, idk where i left off

sweets yn/mountain harry (aka chickenrry) - harry’s a rich hermit in a town that hates him for no reason, short & sweet, fluffy *checkins*

criminology prof harry - daddy kink, not weird or manipulative, harry loves giving hehe, office sex, dom/sub undertones in pt 2 *checkins*

roller rink harry - strangers -> bffs -> lovers, harry writes erotica and yn helps him with writer’s block, how kind! *checkins*

yn isnt harrys type - best friends -> lovers, not au, harry is kind of annoying in this sry

harry is yns dominant - smutty, college student yn, niall was her dom before, niall watches the 1st time, harry is sweet and cares a lot about yn & that makes her feel insecure

harrys a pornstar & yns new - cute sometimes oblivious yn, ends very domestic, end up doing porn only with each other *checkins*

harry thinks he loathes yn -

☆ (old) soulmates au - I LOVE THEM!!! harry is insecure and cynical at first but they love each other so much. part 2 is just utter perfection. ☆

berry picker harry + yn doesnt talk

smoothie worker yn/harrys crushing - cutesy, no smut, harry is shy and quiet

harrys crushing & wants to kiss yn - 1d era harry, yn is nialls bff who stays w/ them on tour, short & fluffy besides a brief blowjob

harry & yn just love each other a lot - established relationship, harrys a horn dog, short

harry wakes up hard and it won't go down - self explanatory, kind of concerning he had to go like 4 rounds until he softened, hope he's okay

harry just thinks yn is adorable - barista & virgin yn, college harry

harry loves kissing and eating yn out - self explanatory, detailed & lovely

handjob on a fun fair ride

harry loves leaving hickeys & yn wants to watch a movie

yn is feeling off & blowing harry makes her feel better - exactly what the title says, yeah that's about it

harry wakes yn up in the middle of the night - just smut, f receiving, daddy mention once, dom/sub undertones

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BLURBS (not in her masterlist):

vamprry in heat - he's an insecure precious cuddly angel in the beginning, filthy vamp mouth, anal in one section

vamprry eats yn out during that time of the month - basically pure filth, vamprry is cute though! is he from an og fic? idk

vamprry cums in yn for the first time - pure filth. noticing a pattern with vamprry, he's just a filthy bloke

vamprry thinks he wants a threesome - but he doesn’t! short, sweet and fluffy

harry edging himself - he gets all whiny and vocal

gangrry has a thing for yn's panties

yn likes it rough and harry worries

harry has a kitten- fluffy fluff, harrys crushing on his vet, short & sweet, wish this was a full series bc theyre so cute *also on*

harry got his wisdom teeth taken out - super cute to imagine, sweet loopy harry

harry catches yn googling kinky stuff - short n sweet, mention of spanking *get link*

☆ harry begs to eat her out for the first time - detailed and lovely ☆

harrys drunk and wants a kiss - cuddly drunk fluff with smut mention

yn rides a very vocal harry - pure smut

harry sexting yn after a 1d concert

yn catches harry wearing her panties - short fluff & sweetness

needy harry - short, a horny harry helps yn zip her dress while shopping, implied smut

pussy worshipping - short, just harry teasing yn before going to town on her

☆ yn forgets harrys bday - but she... makes it up to him... pure smut, butt plug mention, sort of punishment in the beginning, lots of lovely H dirty talk ☆

sick werewolf harry - fluffy clingy harry

yn puts in a plug - a bunny tail plug!, anal mention, super short, ends before smut

nipple play - on harry! short

harry comes so hard he cries - he was hard all day, fucks her mouth

jealous yn and vamp(? abo?) harry fuck

princerry’s chambermaid rides his thigh

the brat blurb - bdsm moment, daddy kink, pure filth

yn takes harry balls deep for the first time - short, unlike harry’s co—

harry calls himself daddy - yn starts it as a joke and he reciprocates, no smut, just fun teasing! short

harry & yn have been on a dry spell, then they fuck

harry cums in his pants after play wrestling

harry time travels from the 80s to yns living room - super short

dirty talk and fingers in mouth foreplay for a needy yn - short

harry doesnt tell yn about his another man shoot - she’s mad, ends in smut, vers harry

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PATREON:

chickenrry - blurb) their first time together. xmas blurb) fluffy december festivities. vday checkin) cake surprise fluff. checkin) roleplaying smut

bad boy harry - half fluff, half smut, he’s full of lots of love for yn and fingers her while she has a wet dream

yn is stress studying & harry wont have it - short, fluuuuuuuffy, spanking, mention of smut

criminology prof harry checkins - blurb) smut, spanking, use of butt plug, daddy kink. alt beginning) hot jealous harry, mention of smut but not really any smut in this part, he gives her a hickey. last checkin) cute, mention of smut, last line is funny

fratboy!harry - h took yn's virginity during a one night stand but she didn't tell him until a year later when she runs into him

roller rink harry check ins - 1) harry reads his writing to her and sex ensues. 2) jealous yn 3) continuation of previous part, smut

sugardaddy

camgirl!yn - short, verrrry short, just harry getting off to a camgirl

new year - friends -> lovers, teasing, smut

camboy!harry - h is yn's tutor/ta and she accidentally runs into his cam... he finds out, smut ensues, left unfinished before sex *has been rewritten*

sugar daddyish harry - shes his assistant, h-receiving smut in 5/6, “ends” w him asking her to sit on his face

sub!harry - established relationship, harry forgets about their dinner, pegging, short and sweet

yn works at a sex shop & harrys shy - virginrry, theyre wine drunk and she watches him use the fleshlight in pt 2, *has been rewritten*

prince harry (different from tumblr series) - parts 1-3 are pure filth, harrys obsessed w his chambermaid

soft, sleepy sex - established relationship, it's exactly what the title says, short, use of Sir, mention of a plug/anal

y/n doesnt sleep ft mean daddy harry - too short, would love to see more of them, smut kind of? just spanking

best friends watching p0rn together - and yn watches harry masturbate during it

soft boyfriend!harry (both)

pegsters - yn pegs a usually dominant harry. fluffy in many bits

spanksters - same couple as pegsters, but yn is subby and in subspace this time, forgot where i left off

something’s bumping in the night - neighbors, yn’s apartment is haunted, great concept but :(

harry is feeling needy - established relationship, no smut, midnight snack moment, so cute!

when both of you have a cold - short and sweet and flufftastic, exactly what the title says

☆ fwb!harry - theyre so cute!!!, no explicit smut, part 6 is essentially a checkin (hint of dom!h) ☆

☆ valentine's day - established relationship, harry accidentally stood up yn so he... makes it up to her... 5 times, calls himself daddy, punishes himself ☆

tattoo parlor!h & book bee!yn checkins: 1) fluff, short, mention of smut @ end. 2) tiny bit of angst, very fluffy after that. 3) fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, day off morning snuggles + activities. vday) short, fluff, mention of smut, foot rubs!

jealous yn - harry is offered a threesome at a party, tells yn on the balcony, where a jealous yn then talks dirty to him

prof!harry - mostly pure filth, part 9 is fully sweetness and fluff, they never actually go into a labeled/established relationship but they sure act like it!

camping trip

yn sees a text she wasn’t supposed to - she gets mad then decides to punish him, ends before smut

post wisdom tooth extraction - harry is in love w his platonic soulmate yn, last part (over 2 years ago, sigh) ends with him thinking to confess his love

nipple piercings

coworker!harry - yn is shy and cute, car sex, harry essentially lives between her thighs, paris moment, short and sweet

harry is too good at wrapping presents - fluffy fluff, harry teaches her

pornstar yn/h checkins: both fluffy and short! 2nd one is morning after sweetness

harrys a crybaby - pegging, subrry, short!!!

boyfriend!harry

harrys into bdsm and yn finds out - rr left off on pt 7

boxerry checkins - christmas) just fluffy fluff, yn and h gifting each other thoughtful, sweet gifts. valentines) more fluffy fluff and sweet gift-giving. ☆ numbered checkins) glorious smut, exibitionism ☆ doggy style) they edge for 2 weeks & she squirts. kinktober) first time bareback, harry has a love stiffy!

☆ mean dom!harry - pure utter complete filth, short parts, good for a quick rr, quote: "Precious, jealous, masochistic little flower, you’re so easy to read", forever waiting on final part 4 ☆

yn is training for it - basically just smut, short parts, college, virgin yn, cocky but sweet harry, he's Big, use of collar/leash/toys + puppy/kitty pet names, wish there was more back story

harry/yn antics - they're cuddly friends, harry doesn't know what google is and yn loves to tease him, a/b/o mention

mechanicrry checkins - no smut, harry is a affectionate snuggle bug who loves kisses, office party, jealous yn. christmas) harry surprisingly loves xmas & yn is a grinch! 2nd most recent) yn watches harry jerk off. kinktober) harry watches yn overstimulate on a sybian. valentines) yn’s vday plans don’t go as planned, fluffy. last checkin) yn squirts

mean harry - harry is mean to yn but in reality he just really really really wants to F her. frenemies(?) -> lovers. parts 5-9 are smutty smut. theyre v cute. kinktober) breeding kink, jealous harry, pure filth, lots of dirty talk

yn & harry are stranded on a lake - cutesy, frat!harry, strangers -> besties -> lovers, smut in 6-8, harry basically worships her in pt 8

firemanrry checkins - thanksgiving) fluff, they have a snowball fight at the station. pegging) perfection but too short. recent checkin) period sex, more dom harry

escort yn - harry’s friends hook him up w an escort after he got cheated on in a long term relationship, harry falls for her, theyre tooth rotting sweet, smut in 7 & 12

trapped together on nye - frenemies to lovers, harrys a gaslighting dick for a while but hes all whipped and sweet by the end

valentine's - coworkers -> lovers, 7 dates of innocence and yn gets needy, 2nd part is smutty smut. kinktober) harry fucks yn’s face

camboy!H (rewrite) - study buddies -> lovers, she watches his streams ans he talks about her on there, smutfest in pt 9. kinktober) exhibitionism in study room, bit of humiliation

summer blurb - not au, just two friends going on an early morning lake trip, unrequited love, haven’t finished the last part

witchrry - kinktober) pegging/rimming harry, they’re kind of versatile

harry is a little odd (incubusrry) - kinktober) jealous H, some filth, but sweet cockwarming at the end

ballerinarry checkin - he says ily, very fluffy. kinktober) soft dom!H, daddy kink

harry accidentally breaks into yn’s house - and is a (clumsy) pussy-eating fiend. that’s literally it.

harry puts a butt plug in yn’s stocking - anal (obvi), pure filth

yn hates phone calls, harry loves them - established relationship. angst then fluff, pt 2 is smut

harry gets hot while sleeping - and fucks yn’s thighs

☆ tutor harry - a confident, sexy yn + a nerdy shy virgin harry. filthy smut in all parts except 4&7. im obsessed w/ their dynamic ☆

(new) soulmates checkin - sharing a big hoodie fluffness. kinktober) sleepy morning sex cos theyve been busy

harry goes on a business trip - smut, dom harry

fwb! harry ft mommy kink - exactly what it says, short & sweet, would love to see more of this

inexperienced yn - yns never had her pussy eaten so her friend harry eats her out, he’s a pussy eating fiend

inspection - sort of roleplay, yn squirts

free use harry - yn uses him whenever she wants throughout the day

free use yn - same as above but harry uses yn, somnophilia, rimming, somewhat public

exes/situationship - ex-fwbs catch up after 3 years apart, mutual yearning & tension

yn works at a sex shop & harrys shy (rewrite) - virgin harry buys something from yns shop, uh oh theyre classmates

touch starved harry - and vamp yn

kinktober creampies prompt - famous harry has a crush on techie yn, they get high & horny together

kinktober succubus yn - yn is harrys demon fuck buddy who follows him around irl often. shes very fun, vers harry

vamp yn/harry checkins - kinktober) sex tape, female pleasure only, blood play ofc

kinktober just the tip prompt - use of aphrodisiac, sub!H, pure filth

kinktober praise prompt - he’s a man of few words but praises her a lot randomly one day

kinktober hate sex prompt - at a halloween party

kinktober mutual masturbation prompt - they do it as a bet to see who’ll fold first

sleepwalker harry - roommate harry sleepwalks when he’s stressed and lonely

yn blindfolds harry - all the time bc she’s insecure, fluffy mostly

[smwlsnsassistant]

When Ethan said that he thought Mark's back massager was a pocket pussy and Mark worryingly looking back at Amy as he slowly puts it aways just sends me

[howrry]

hot yoga

a/n: this is one of my favorite things to write, idk why. i just love roommate slash best friend h, i guess. anyways, he walks in on you masturbating and basically loses his goddamn mind over the course of one (1) week. bon appetit!

warnings: smuttyyyyy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

w/c: 3.9k

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THURSDAY

Harry didn't really take Y/N to be the type to masturbate during the day.

Not that he necessarily thought of his roommate masturbating at all. It's just... so risky for his normally tame best friend. So imagine the shock on his face when he came home early from work to hear her softly moaning in her room.

Honestly, at first, he thought she had a guy over. Of course, that didn't really explain why he still nosed in anyways. The two of them were quite close, but not close enough to openly talk about their sex lives. Harry assumed it was because she didn't date much and, out of respect, decided to keep his mouth shut about his own goings-on.

So maybe, then, it was out of disbelief that she would actually be getting anythat he slowly trudged up the stairs to her room in their shared house. As he approached her door, her noises got clearer and he could even hear her gasping for air.

Christ, he thought to himself. Who could be that good? Her door was cracked open just a bit, enough for Harry to peer through the gap and see her in bed... minus anyone else.

She laid in bed in her underwear, and he could see she'd tossed her clothes onto the floor haphazardly. One hand dipped into her panties and he could clearly see that she had her fingers deep inside herself. The other was poking into her bra and pulling at her nipples for more stimulation. In between her continued soft noises, Harry could even hear how wet she was.

It was in this exact moment Harry realized what he was doing. Why was he peeping on his roommate and best friend? Why was it so hard to tear his eyes away? Why was his cock fattening in his pants? Why, pray tell, was he still watching?!

He stumbled back a bit, trying to stay quiet, but the floorboard creaked. The door wasn't wide enough for her to see anything outside, but he figured his cover was blown since she suddenly silenced.

Nevertheless, he creeped back downstairs soundlessly, made himself a cup of tea, and decided to take the best route he could think of—pretend he didn't see any of that. Easy.

He hoped.

About twenty minutes later, when his dick was behaving again and he’d cleaned out his tea mug, Y/N hopped downstairs wearing the clothes he'd just seen thrown on the floor.

She acted mildly surprised to see him, making a note of his early arrival home. "We finished up our work for the day and the manager gave us the rest of the day off. Figured I'd come home and have a cuppa," he explained, not looking at her but rather lying on the couch and flipping through channels.

She nodded, hands on her hips and arms pointed back like a chicken. "Good idea. Think I'll go make one m'self," Y/N decided, awkwardly stumbling to the kitchen.

This time, Harry peeked a glimpse at her. He saw that her cheeks were a bit pink, and he was painfully reminded of what she was just doing. His filthy mind started to wander and he thought about if she was a full-body blusher. Did her chest brighten up a bit when--

Stop, he urged himself, rubbing his face with his whole hand. What was wrong with him?

Just pretend it didn’t happen, remember? He’ll be fine!

***

SATURDAY

Harry hated the summer.

The man was just not a heat-adapted person. He claimed it was because of his English roots that his body was naturally made for cold weather. Living out in LA made his career and social life much easier, yet the summer months were hell on his body.

He spent this toasty day on the couch with the A/C turned up high and a small fan in his hand while he read in the living room. Y/N read with him, neither of them saying a word to each other. They'd managed to talk a little since, ahem, the incident, but the conversations weren't very lengthy.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up and placed her Sherlock Holmes novel on the arm of her chair, bending the book's spine. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a green Otterpop. Without saying anything, Y/N picked her book back up and continued reading, enjoying the popsicle.

Harry didn't show it but he’d completely lost interest in his own book; his focus was on her now. She hollowed her cheeks around the treat, audibly sucking out the melting juice. Her lips were so pretty perched around the ice, colored pink by the temperature. He would've thought she was doing it on purpose had she not been so entranced by her reading material; it was like he wasn't even in the room at all. If he kept staring at her, he’d have a full blown hard-on any minute now.

"Can yeh stop?" he blurted, making her head snap up confusedly. He backtracked immediately, realizing he had no reason to say that. It was his fault for being a perv, she was just eating a damn popsicle! "I, uh, I want one and I'm jealous. Do we have any left?"

She nodded with innocent wide eyes, the popsicle still dangling out of her mouth held up only by her teeth. It was a stupid save and she probably saw right through it, but he was glad for the free exit and went to get his own, though he didn’t stop by the living room on his way upstairs.

***

MONDAY

The beginning of the next week had weather that was muchmore bearable, and it'd appeared the heat wave had broken. Harry had no time to appreciate it though, as he had a long and productive day at the studio to end his not-so-relaxing weekend. By the time he got home, the house was empty. He didn’t question this; Y/N tended to be the spontaneous type and could be out with one of her friends.

He busied himself with cooking a small bachelor dinner. After he’d finished his meal and the post-eating doze was just about to lull him to sleep in the living room, the sound of keys in the front door’s lock jerked him awake.

Harry sat up straighter on the couch, waiting until his roommate was safely inside. “Hey, H!” she called. She was only wearing a black sports bra and a pair of peach leggings. Over the course of living with her, Harry had noticed that Y/N’s body tended to soak up sun in these warmer months, evident by her glowy skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Where have yeh been?” he questioned, not bothering with a greeting. He knew his eyes were begging to dart all over her smooth, gleaming body, but he tried his damn best to be subtle.

She snickered, tossing her bag on the love seat across from him. “Good evening to you, too. Valerie and I went to hot yoga.” Y/N dug through her duffel to get her marbled Hydroflask out.

“Hot yoga? What’s tha’?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow and resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“It’s just regular yoga but it’s in a room at 100-something degrees and 40% humidity,” she explained, opening her water bottle and taking a swig. Big droplets leaked out of the sides of her mouth and trailed down her jaw and neck to join the sweat on her skin.

He rolled his eyes, pinching his bottom lip. He was trying not to bite it and figured he’d attempt to be more inconspicuous. “I don’t speak American, how hot is that?”

“It’s hot. And humid,” she huffed. “But it relaxes your muscles so much and makes all your joints pop. It felt so good.” Her eyes fluttered shut and she stretched an arm across her torso, pressing her boobs together. Harry’s mouth popped open and immediately shut. “Actually, there’s one move I want to show you. How’s your back feeling?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Well…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Laying down on this couch isn’t the most comfortable, t’be honest.”

“Great!” Y/N grabbed H’s hand and guided him down to the floor. She hovered behind him as he sat with his legs extended. “Lift this knee,” she ordered, lightly tapping his right thigh.

He obeyed, extremely glad that his pants were thick black sweats. Her chest was brushing against his shoulders as she showed him what to do, and everywhere she touched him felt like it was on fire. He could only think about dead puppies to calm himself for so long.

“Cross it over the other knee, like you’re in a chair.” It was phrased like she was telling him what to do, but she still grabbed at him to move him into the desired position. She might have been a bit rough on him, though, and nearly crushed his family jewels between his legs.

“Whoa, easy, love,” he groaned, stopping her from man-handling him any further. “Some of us are a bit more delicate down there.” Y/N giggled, and Harry carefully crossed his leg over while remaining painfully conscious of her presence behind him.

“Now take your left elbow and put it on your lifted knee to twist as far as you can. Your back will sound like someone shuffling a deck of cards.” She put two hands on his shoulders to help him with the motion, and she was right. The stretch sent relief flooding through Harry’s body and the noises he made were borderline pornographic. “Feels good, hmm?” she purred into his ear.

He nodded, reveling in the feeling of her breath ghosting over his skin. “Try the other side,” she suggested, standing up and drinking more water.

“You should try going to hot yoga sometime,” she offered as he fully stretched out his spine, grabbing her bag and heading upstairs. “I’m gonna shower real quick. Do me a favor and pour me a rum and Coke?” she called behind her, not bothering to see if he agreed or not.

And Harry would be damned if he didn’t check out her ass in the leggings before getting up to make her a drink.

***

TUESDAY

Some nights are, in general, rougher than others in H's life, and this was one of those nights.

It wasn’t that the day was a complete disaster, it’s just that the studio had kept him much later than he'd anticipated. He was a very tenacious guy, but two long days in a row was just a bit much on his end. As he drove home, all he could think about was pouring himself a glass of MacMurray pinot and having an unwise later-evening nap. He sloppily dug his key into the lock and kicked his shoes off the second he was inside.

As he wandered through the halls of his house, he yanked out his headphones to reveal his roommate's voice coming from the kitchen. Given that it wasn't accompanied by another voice, he assumed she was on the phone.

Sure enough, he poked his head into the kitchen to see Y/N with her phone cradled between her shoulder and her cheek. She was making dinner while talking and didn't appear to notice Harry had arrived. He should’ve made his presence known given how this situation usually ended up, but he remained silent.

"You're lucky you have so many hoes, Val," Y/N noted, checking on boiling noodles and stirring them with a purple spoon. "If I'm trying to get fucked, I don't exactly have a lot of options."

At her words, he ducked out of the kitchen and hid in the hallway. Harry could chastise himself for being nosy later—he had to hear this conversation. There was some silence as Val responded before Y/N continued.

"I mean, dating for-real at this age sucks, and one night stands aren't what they used to be. All the attractive guys are cuffed up so now the only people prowling the bar scene are ugly or shit in bed." The two of them laughed. "And there's only so much my own hand can do," they giggled again before dissolving into a conversation about Val's new dog (how fast they were able to switch topics is beyond his grasp).

Harry took this as a chance to go back upstairs and pretend he never even heard that. Jeez—how many times will he have to remind himself that was the plan? How many times was this going to happen before it stuck? What was with him and barging in on Y/N during intimate moments and conversations?!

***

Harry woke up in the middle of the night with lips pressed against his neck.

At first, he couldn’t tell exactly whose lips were on him, but could tell it was some attractive female and decided to let it continue. He loved when girls spent a lot of time on his neck but didn’t give him love bites. He was so sensitive on his throat and chest that any kissing or sucking would leave him like putty in anyone’s hands. Harry decided to not question this and enjoy the lovely treatment.

The mystery girl did all the things he loved—she brought a hand up to rake through his sweaty curls, the other forced two fingers into his mouth to get them wet, and her kisses left wet patches all over his taut skin. The fingers between his lips dropped down, presumably to touch herself.

Finally, Harry needed to see who was doing all this to him. He lightly tugged the girl off by her hair, only to make eye contact with none other than his roommate Y/N.

“Y/N?!” he blurted. He was in utter shock—not only was he hard as a rock, but one of his closest friends is bare naked in front of him and trying to make out with his neck.

“Don’t think about it, love,” she purred, mocking his accent. Y/N tossed a leg over his body and grinded down onto his cock, kept separate by his boxers and the sheets on his bed. He could practically feel the heat coming off of her, if only it wasn’t for the barriers between them. In fact, the sheets seemed so tight around his legs.

Harry was suddenly washed over with anxiety and thrashed around, struggling to kick the sheets off his legs. Y/N stared at him like he was a maniac, which only made him panic more. Why wouldn’t the sheets come off his legs? Why wasn’t she helping him? Why was it suddenly so hot in there?

Harry woke up with his cock straining up against his stomach, forehead covered in sweat and bedsheets tangled around his feet just like in his dream. You know, the dream where he was about to have sex with Y/N.

He was grossed out when he thought about it, even though he had no control over his dreams. How could he be actually thinking about his totally platonic, totally innocent roommate like that? It almost felt dirtier dreaming about her than it did watching her touch herself. One of them was just a goofy accident and the other was rooted in some sub-conscious desire to bury himself in someone who probably trusted and respected him as a co-habitor.

God, did he need a therapist?

***

WEDNESDAY

“I’m thinking Chinese for lunch,” Y/N announced as Harry came into the living room.

He groaned. “The last time we had that, they messed up every part of our order. Can’t I have some time to heal?”

She lazily flipped through the last pages of the magazine in her hands. “It’s been six weeks, Harry. You have to give them another chance sometime.”

“You’re not the one who got duck in their order last time!” He indignantly crossed his arms. “Let’s just order in pizza.”

“Fine,” she sighed. Y/N pointed across the room to her phone on the TV mantle. “Go ahead and call that place down the street. I’m going to get some water.” She tossed the Cosmopolitanon the coffee table and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Harry with her phone. Alone.

It wasn't that Harry was a distrusting person, necessarily, he was just a bit nosy. He stared at the keypad in the phone app, switching over to the recent calls tab as quickly as he could. Most of them were pretty normal—her mum, Harry himself, her job, and so on… But what really confused Harry was the fact that the most recent phone call she’d made to Valerie was over two weeks ago.

Wait. He’d just heard her chatting with Val about her sex life yesterday. There’s no reason for her to have deleted the call so… it must have never happened.

Y/N had been playing him the whole time. His mind felt like it was short circuiting. He truly had thought he’d gone mad! She knew exactly what she was doing, at least ever since the popsicle incident. He wasn't sure if he should be mad or super turned on, but he was sure that she couldn't get away with this.

“Everything alright, Haz?” she asked, coming back into the living room with a sweating glass of ice water in her hand.

He scrambled to switch back to the keypad, hastily punching in the number to the shop and bringing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, m’fine! What’d you want on yours, again?”

***

THURSDAY

The next morning, Harry sat at the breakfast table, reading the paper and minding his business. A tiny rumble from his stomach made him consider eating something, since his tea wasn’t doing much for him. His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N joined him in the kitchen.

She fluttered in wearing only a t-shirt. It was a black band shirt that was long enough to cover her ass, but Harry still peered over his newspaper, wondering what kind of game she was going to play now.

The answer to that was metaphorically shoved in his face when Y/N got on her tip toes to reach a bowl on a high shelf; the hem of the shirt lifted as her arms did, exposing her panties. Harry couldn’t believe his eyes at first, but after a few seconds of shamelessly staring he realized they were the exact same pair she'd been wearing when he peeped her touching herself last Thursday.

They were silky and light pink, not covering her whole ass but not quite a thong. The fabric really framed her flatteringly and Harry felt an urge to grab her ass and maybe smack it, even more than he’d been wanting to earlier throughout the week.

Fed up, he scraped his chair back and threw down the paper. He marched over to her as she whirled around wearing that fake confused-and-innocent look she'd been rocking all week. Harry was quite done, however, and pressed her up against the counter, his semi-hard cock digging against her hip.

"Why are yeh doin' this to me, love?" he whispered, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

Her knees buckled, but she stayed standing thanks to H trapping her between his warm body and the counter. "I d-don't know what you mean."

Harry laughed dryly, grabbing her wrists and forcing them behind her, getting them even closer together. "That's enough of that, minx. Y’know you've been driving me mad all week just to get a rise out o’me." He smirked as his eyes dragged across her face.

She swallowed, trying not to break eye contact with this intimidating man. All she could do was nod.

His eyes darkened and he dropped his head down to her neck, brushing over the skin with his lips. "I want to hear you say it, pet," he growled. "Say you've been teasing me all week because you wanted my attention."

Her jaw dropped as he started sucking marks into her soft skin. "I teased you all week - oh God there - because I wanted your attention. Wanted you to fuck me."

Harry groaned at this, one fist coming up to yank at her hair. "Yeh think y’deserve that? You've been a real menace ‘n you shouldn’t get off that easy,” he demanded, grinding his cock into her hips. "You think you should get my cock inside your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” she groaned out, knowing a nod wouldn’t suffice. The corner of his mouth tugged up once more, and he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her up to her bedroom.

He set her down on the bed and joined her, crawling on his knees. “There’s a move I wanna show you,” he started, yanking his t-shirt off from the back of his neck. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, pet,” he ordered. “You’re gonna lie on your back and you’re gonna touch yourself.”

Her brows furrowed and she sat up on her elbows timidly. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he barked, voice low. “Don’t act shy now, I saw how you make yourself feel.”

She nodded, pulling her shirt off her body. She laid back down and timidly pulled aside her underwear to expose her cunt to Harry. His own palm dug into the front of his trousers as she warmed herself up, rubbing circles around the sensitive spot on her clit.

“Wish it was,” she breathed, “wish it was your fingers. They’re so much – uh– bigger.” Y/N was one to put on a show and Harry was eating it up. Her fingers dipped inside herself and came out glistening wet, and he finally pulled out his cock from his trousers to start stroking himself. Neither one of them were really giving any thought to how insane masturbating with your best friend was—all they could think about was how long both of them have waited to do this.

Harry caught her eyeing his cock slicking in his palm. “Wanna get your mouth on me?” Her doe eyes met his, and she confidently nodded. “Stay still then,” he commanded, “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

So she continued fingering herself and Harry climbed over her and straddled just below her shoulders, so his cock was right at her mouth. She obediently stuck her tongue out and he slapped the head on it a couple times, eliciting a groan from his mouth. Y/N latched her mouth around him and sucked like she did on that damn popsicle. H grabbed a fistful of her hair as the moans from her self-inflicted pleasure rang through his cock into his body.

The more she touched herself, the more she moaned, and Harry was starting to lose it. Her fingers worked herself over as the heel of her palm slid over her clit. She came on her own fingers, just like she did by herself awhile back, and arched her back below him as her orgasm rippled throughout her.

“Can I come on your face, pretty girl?” he begged, and she politely nodded, having trouble catching her breath with a dick in her mouth. He pulled out and painted her face with thick ropes of white cum, body shaking as the pleasure washed over him. “Fuck, pet, you’re killin’ me.”

Once they’d caught their breath, Y/N got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a new t-shirt on and a clean face. Harry had since put his boxers back on, and she joined him on the bed. He was the first to speak.

“So… do you wanna go to hot yoga now?”

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