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[stickychow]

thank you for all the love on close quarters! i liked writing a little one shot and i’d love to write some more as well. if you have any requests please send them my way!!!

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[stickychow]

Close Quarters

In which Harry hates his roommate. Or he thinks he does.

warnings: swearing, almost pure smut at the end, angst, fighting (verbal/very very mildly physical)

not really proofread, not sure of the word count either lol

“It looks like a fucking pigsty in here. I go to my friend’s apartment for one night and this is what I come back to? I swear to God, Harry, you make me want to rip my hair out. Also, this is my food! Not yours!”

Harry’s mildly ashamed to admit that, yes, it was a mess in the apartment. So what, though? He’s going to clean it, so why does she need to start complaining the second she walks in the door? He doesn’t even fight the urge to roll his eyes, freely doing it without any sort of hesitation. He’s too irritated to think straight.

He’d only had a few people over last night. Maybe a little more than a few. Whatever!

It’s his apartment too, so he argues that he should be free to have whoever he wants over. He’s usually met with a usual rebuttal from his imperious roommate, some bullshit about him having no respect, or something. She’ll get five words in before Harry is tuning her bothersome voice out. He usually daydreams about a new roommate. Or apartment in general. The rent is getting so high!

He’ll be out in a year, though.

Hopefully.

And he’ll get to leave Nico’s whining behind, because she doesn’t get to be out in a year.

Harry’s favorite thing to make fun of is the fact that he’s the oldest in their living space, trying to force some “when I was your age…” advice down her throat even though there’s only a year and three month difference between the two of them. It pisses her off, which in turn makes Harry laugh.

It’s… a dynamic.

Nico’s been on top of her schoolwork, and Harry hasn’t. It’s even more evident now, though, because part of the mess that he’s created throughout their home is his unorganized stacks of papers which he desperately needs to sort through.

His essay draft should be in there somewhere. The essay itself is three weeks late, the draft four. He’s a sweet talker, so he was able to snag an indefinite extension.

Being smooth with his words clearly doesn’t phase her.

“Harry! Are you listening to me?”

His daydreaming is cut short by the screech of his name.

“Uh,”

He begins, faking a thoughtful expression before letting it drop with a scoff.

“No.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you.”

Harry finds this comedic, and a smirk is already tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Do you seriously think this is funny?”

We just went over this. He really, really does.

“Yeah.”

He’s quick to respond, but not quick enough to dodge the empty Tupperware container being hurled at his shoulder.

“Harry, get out! I’m so sick of you! I cant fucking live in peace!”

Her voice is trembling as she yells, and Harry actually starts to feel bad. He never meant to make her that upset. It was a joke, at first. It was funny! That was their dynamic! She’d get pissy, he’d laugh! We went over it!

“Your trash is everywhere, you don’t respect me, or my space, or my food or fucking anything! Look at this! Do you see this? All these papers? Yours! Imagine if these got destroyed last night with the people you had over! I bet you wouldn’t have given a single fuck. You just try to float through college doing the bare minimum, Harry, but some of us try. We try so hard. And you know I try. But it’s hard when I have to deal with you and all of your shit daily!”

Yeah, he feels really bad.

He wishes he could admit it. He very literally can’t, though.

It’s like someone’s hit the off switch on him. As if he’s trying to speak a language he’s never even heard of before. He just can’t speak, period.

“Cat’s got your tongue, huh? Yeah. Whatever. I know you don’t really like me. You know I don’t really like you. Just, please, for the rest of the time we’re living together, could you just be a little nicer?”

Harry stays silent.

“I see. That’s fine, Harry. You don’t have to answer. I don’t really want you to answer. You’d spew bullshit anyway. Fuck off, go do something to get out of my way. Leave, or something. I’ll clean up your piles of shit per usual. Do your friends think you live alone?”

“No.”

“Hm. So you can talk. I really think you should leave, now.”

“You know I live here too, right?”

He can’t help but to be a dick once more.

Harry’s glancing over at Nico, and he’s this close to having a heart attack. She looks fucking terrifying.

Her face is burning up, he’s not sure if it’s from anger or sadness, but it’s obviously not good either way. Harry swears he can see steam coming from her ears as she stomps over, yanking him close by the collar of his shirt and practically spitting venom at him as she speaks.

“I’m telling you to get the fuck out. You make my life a living hell. I was gone yesterday, you’re gonna be gone today. I’m so serious right now, Harry, and I don’t think you understand. Find someone to stay with. Grab a few things and just go. You clearly know a lot of people.”

She gestures to the clutter across the room from them with her free hand, sighing as she releases from Harry’s shirt. It looks like she’s been drained from the yelling.

Nico’s also a little hungover, which clearly doesn’t help.

There’s just silence after her explosion. Both of them aren’t sure if it’s helping the situation or making it worse.

She’s leaning towards helping, Harry’s leaning towards worsening.

They really can’t agree on anything.

Harry packs — silently, of course, stuffing a few necessities into a small duffel bag. He’d managed to shuffle past her once she was simmering down, eyes shut with her hands rubbing against her temples to try to avoid an oncoming headache. It wasn’t hard for Harry to find a place to crash for the night. Hell, he even let some people stay last night as long as they’d promise to be put by 8:30 sharp the next morning. People owe him!

He was shocked that people took him up on that offer.

Mitch’s couch would be his bed for the night. Neither of them minded. Mitch didn’t know the full story, and he figured that he wouldn’t get it anyways. Even if he did, he wasn’t interested in hearing the whole thing.

“‘M leaving now.”

Harry grumbles.

The only kind of response he gets is from a bird chirping outside. It’s silent inside.

“I said I’m leaving.”

“Mhm.”

Nico’s started to clean the litter that Harry (and some other people… but mostly Harry) created. She’s clearly busy. And still livid.

“M’kay. Act like that, it’s fine. You’re wound up tighter than an antique clock. You should find someone to fuck for the night while I’m gone, it’ll be good for you. Hopefully it’ll make you less of a hard-ass.”

“Fuck off, Harry! Out! Now!”

—

Harry’s given a rude welcome upon his return.

His belongings are packed away in his spare suitcases and trash bags for the items that didn’t fit anymore, but his papers are nowhere to be found. He’s assuming they’re shoved in one of the bags.

Nico is knocked out on the couch, mouth hanging open as she snores with arms awkwardly positioned across her body.

Now Harry’s the one who’s pissed, and he’s going to make her problem as well.

“Wake up!”

He shouts, laughing as she flies up out of her sleep into an upright position.

“You’re pathetic. You’re fucking kicking me out? Over nothing?”

“You should have expected this. Consider it, like, the final straw. You think I’m pathetic? I wish I would have left the mess you made so we could see who’s really pathetic. You trashed your own home and left it for me to clean up because you knew I would. That’s pathetic, Harry.”

He shouldn’t have made that comment, cause it’s obvious that he can dish it out but not take it back.

Harry’s throwing his spare bag down, quickly making his was over to Nico before balling his fist around her hair and yanking her to stand. She hisses at the sting, eyes squeezing shut before she’s grabbing at his own hair and tugging it back.

“You pull, and I’ll pull harder. Don’t be a fucking idiot. Let go.”

“You first.”

There’s anger in her eyes when she opens them.

“Me first? You’re the one who ripped me off the couch by my fucking hair!”

“And you’re the one who packed all of my things up! You act as if you can afford this place by yourself, you’re too insufferable to get another roommate. They’ll hate you more than I do. You need me but won’t admit it. Drop the fucking act, you’re not as tough as you think.”

Harry’s yelping as Nico gives a rather harsh tug, causing him to return the action as she mumbles an angry “fuck!”, her face in a scowl.

“Neither are you. Look down.”

Harry already knows.

He knows, because he can feel it.

He knows, because there’s a knot in his stomach.

He knows, because he felt a wave of shame wash over him as soon as she got a hold of his hair.

Harry’s hard. Completely hard.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“So this isn’t funny to you, now? This isn’t funny? This is hilarious to me. You hate me cause you can’t fuck me. You know you wouldn’t do good, either. Is this why you like fighting so much? Do you have a thing for being a fucking cunt?”

Harry’s the first to let go.

“No. I’d ask you the same thing, but I’m assuming you’re not into much since you clearly haven’t been fucked in years.”

“If it’s such a problem to you why don’t you just do something about it?”

“…What?”

“What?”

Nico didn’t expect for that to come out of her mouth, and neither did Harry. They’re staring at each other with wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and she’s slowly letting go of his hair.

“Bet you want me too, huh? That’s why you’re asking?”

“What’s it to you?”

“You piss me off.”

Harry grumbles, his hand meeting the back of her neck as he pulls her into a heated kiss.

She groans against him, arms flying around his body as she holds him close against her body. She feels as if she’s on fire, every part of her is burning up but she’s too embarrassed to admit that it’s because of Harry. Sure, he was the worst roommate imaginable, but she at least internally acknowledged the fact that he was hot.

He felt the same way.

He’s quick to add in tongue, fighting with hers before he pulls away to nip along her bottom lip. Nico lightly digs her nails into his back to redirect his attention. His lips are fully back on hers now, curious hands trailing over her body until they’re cupping her breasts. She copies the action, letting her palm rest gingerly against his bulge.

Hips jutting up to meet her hand, she thinks it’s safe to assume that Harry’s needing more. Their lips separate with a wet pop, Harry’s hot breath fanning over her face as she glances down to work at the button on his pants. Wet, open mouthed kisses are being planted across her face and down her neck, and she’s holding back a smile and an airy moan.

“Still wanna kick me out?”

Harry teases as she’s letting his pants drop and gather around his legs, her arms reaching down to the hem of her shirt as she lifts it and tosses it across the room.

“Don’t fucking talk. Don’t wanna hear your stupid voice right now.”

Nico shimmies out of her loose sweatpants in a hurry, glancing over at Harry with a “really?” kind of expression before he takes the hint and removes his own shirt. He’s quick to lift her up, her long legs wrapping around his waist as he finds to closest wall to slam her up against.

“Could you calm the fuck down? Nearly gave me a concussion, Harry! We’re gonna get a noise complaint and it’ll be your fault. You piss me off.”

Harry scoffs before nudging himself up against her clothed center, a weak whine filling the air.

“Really? I piss you off? Then why do you seem so ready for me, huh? Bet you’ve been dreaming of this.”

“Says you.”

Nico’s words are cut short as Harry slips his hand down in between the two of them, nudging the seat of her panties to the side as he slides his fingers along her soaked cunt. He’s smiling, now, watching as she leans her head back against the wall once he’s circling his fingertips over her clit.

“So slutty. You’re fucking dripping over the thought of me fucking you, yeah? That’s what you want? I bet you want that noise complaint, want everyone to know how good I’m fucking you.”

“Harry, shut the fuck up! I fucking hate you, just hurry.”

She’s a whimpering mess, groaning as Harry barely dips his fingers into her hole before pulling away to remove her underwear. He’s dropping her down in order to take his own off, and she’s using the opportunity to unclasp her bra and toss it somewhere to the side. Once there’s no more barriers, he’s lifting her up again, biting down harshly on her neck.

“I can bet money I hate you more. Hate you so much, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. Now that’ll be a sight. You’ll really have to rely on me, then.”

Harry’s choking back a moan as he glides the tip of his cock along Nico’s folds, nudging himself against her clit a few times as her body jolts with each new movement.

“Hurry the fuck up!”

“If you insist.”

Words can’t describe how hard Harry slams himself into her warmth, both of them gasps and moaning out from the sensation. He’s about to cum from how tight she’s squeezing him, grunting as he pulls back to slam into her again.

“Can you stop gripping me like that? I get that you’ve been needing a good fuck, but I’d rather wait a little longer to cum.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Harry.”

Her snippy response causes Harry to absolutely pound into her, pressing her further against the wall by her neck as he squeezes at the sides of it. His other hand is busy palming her ass, pulling it in with each thrust to try to bury himself even further into her.

“You’re such a whore, letting me fuck your pretty little pussy with nothing on me. Want me to fill you up, baby? Huh? Want my cum?”

Nico could cry from the humiliation, but she’s too overwhelmed with how good Harry’s making her feel.

“Shut up! God, just shut up! Fuck! Oh my God, Harry! Could you just focus on fucking me? I’m getting bored.”

She’s lying, of course. She could never get bored of this feeling. She’s never felt this good before, and she knows that she’ll be screwed after this. Nico knows nothing will ever top this.

Harry listens, though, and begins to pick up the pacing of his heavy thrusts. He’s removing his hand from her neck to drop down to her clit, his thumb easily swirling tight circles onto it which causes her legs to clench hard against his waist. The sound of their skin meeting is driving Harry crazy, and he’s practically biting his tongue to not comment further on the situation.

He’s absolutely pounding into her, his thick cock stretching her out as the head nudges against her spongy g-spot repeatedly which awards him with a deafening moan from Nico.

Yeah, they’re probably gonna get a noise complaint.

“Right there, huh? Is that it? Is it good, baby? Just admit it, I’m fucking you good. You’re still squeezing the shit out of me, trying not to cum. You don’t wanna admit that you’re about to soak my cock?”

He’s leaning forward to attach his lips to the hinge of her jaw, sucking harshly as her nails dig deep into his back. Harry’s positive that she’s drawn blood, but he’s too busy to care right now.

Nico’s moans are like music to Harry’s ears, and he can’t contain his own as she’s pushing back against him with her own hips at each thrust.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re good, so fucking good. Can’t get enough. You fucking ruined me.”

She sobs, digging her heels down into his lower back to try to get more of him.

“That’s it, baby. You know you’re mine now, nobody else can fuck you like I do. ‘S like your cunt was made for me, yeah? Perfect fucking fit…”

He huffs, clenching his eyes shut as Nico arches her back off from the wall as her orgasm rushes through her body.

“Fuck, Harry! Please, please. Jesus Christ.”

Nico’s whimpering, taking her bottom lip between her teeth so tightly that she’s tasting blood.

Harry’s orgasm is following close behind hers, moaning out as he’s releasing into her sensitive pussy. She gasps, blushing harshly as she feels Harry fill her up and slowly slide out, wincing from the sudden emptiness.

She feels ashamed once she feels a liquid leaking down her thighs.

“There’s cum all over you, now. Or at least all over your legs. Gimme a second.”

He wanders off into the bathroom, returning only a few moments later with a damp cloth as he begins to clean Nico up with it.

He’s kissing her as he helps her out, and she’s not opposed to the action.

“I’ll unpack your bags, Harry. I’m sorry.”

She mumbles in between pecks.

“I’m sorry, too. Are we good now?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, cool. I’m glad. Do you wanna watch a movie, or something?”

Nico quietly laughs, then nods.

“I’d like that, Harry. We’ve gotta change first.”

“Sounds like a great plan to me.”

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[stickychow]

“This is called edging.”

based on harry’s teasingly long kiwi intro from harryween, and dedicated to those desperate for him

•••

“Baby.”

Harry drawls, stirring you awake from a moderately deep sleep and tugging you in close so you’re tucked into his side.

“Mhm…?”

You mumble, much too tired to even try to open your eyes. He’s gripping at your pajamas, fiddling with the fabric, and hiding his face away into your neck.

“Need ya.”

He’s speaking against the skin on your neck, and you can feel his plump lips curling into a smirk against it.

“Real bad.”

It’s obvious, he didn’t even have to bring it up. His breath is staggered as he glances up at you with desperate eyes, hips nudging into your thigh with a quiet grunt to relieve the aching beneath his boxers. The fact that he woke up and was already this worked up is beyond amusing to you, but you don’t view it as an issue.

“Mm, yeah. Fine. Morning kiss, though?”

“Of course.”

He’s more than happy to fulfill your request, sitting up slightly so he’s able to lean down and offer you a few quick but tender pecks, some a little longer than others. The kisses begin to wander, moving from your lips, to the corners of them, across your face, and down your neck. Harry wastes no time in shifting his hands to the bottom of your shirt, frantically lifting it over your head before he’s got his lips against your collarbone as he nips along it.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, angel. So pretty.”

He huffs, cold hands making their way up to cup your breasts with his thumbs rolling over your nipples as his knee nudges your legs apart.

“I’ll tell you what,”

He starts, pulling away from you when there’s not an immediate answer.

“Are you listenin’ to me?”

You nod.

“‘Kay. We’ll both get what we want, but I’m gonna take my sweet time with you. Feels like it’s been forever since the last time, God, I need you right now.”

It hasn’t been forever, in fact, it’s only been a few days.

“Harry, what are you even talking about?”

“You’ll see, just hold on for now, okay? And listen to me. You’ve gotta listen to me.”

“Alright.”

Harry hums, returning his mouth to your soft skin as he continues to kiss along it while moving south. His hands are squeezing your sides, sliding down along with his lips with fingers hooking into the waistband of your pajamas. You lift your hips to help with the removal and Harry’s grateful for that, showing his appreciation by pressing a soft kiss below your navel.

“God, you’re perfect.”

He’s praising and hooking his arms beneath your thighs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as if he’s about to have the best meal of his entire life.

What a cheeky fucker.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited.”

Harry jokes, and you’re laughing along with him before his tongue is flattened against your center as he laps a long stripe against it. A choked moan is all you can manage as you drop a hand down to push his hair back out of his face, letting it scrunch up in your hand along with a few light tugs as he drags his tongue along you a few more times. While he hums against you, you’re pretty much praying due to how overwhelmed you’re already feeling. With lips kissing and sucking against your clit, Harry’s taking even more charge and bringing a hand down to allow his soft fingers to rub along your folds.

The sudden warmth of two of his fingers inside of you catches you off guard, whimpering out scattered moans with a harsh tug to his loose curls. He hisses against your clit, glancing up at you with his green eyes wide with violently dilated pupils as he’s telepathically begging you to keep eye contact with him. You oblige, your mouth dropping open as you furrow your brows, staring down at Harry and how feverishly he works against you. He’s curling his fingers, now, in a motion as if he’s beckoning you over.

Just as you’re about to cry out about how close you are, Harry’s pulling away completely. You shoot up and grab at his arms, whining as you dig your nails into his skin which causes him to mockingly laugh at you.

“Harry, please, please. So fucking unfair! What, are you trying to get off first? You know how irritating you are?”

You snap, and Harry’s sitting back on the bed and pulling you over onto his lap. He pushes you down against his bulge, bucking his hips up slightly which causes a frustrated groan to stumble from your lips.

“Know you’re upset, baby. And struggling right now. But I promise you’ll feel so good after this, gonna make you feel better than usual. Gotta edge you, you know what I mean?”

With your hands fiddling with the ends of his hair by his neck, you mumble a quick “no”, your face showing just as much confusion.

“Alright, so, I promise it’ll make you feel really good. I’ll devour you, if you want I’ll fuck you with my fingers, but overall I’m just gonna fuck you with my cock. There’s a catch, obviously. Every time you’re about to cum, I’ve gotta stop. I think it’ll be harder for me, watching you whimper and beg for me to keep going like the dirty fuckin’ minx you are.”

He huffs, lowering a hand down to grab the waistband of his boxers and shimmy them off while still keeping you situated above him. Once off, he’s got his hand wrapped tightly around himself, pumping slowly as he glances down to line himself up at your entrance.

“Having you clawing at me and all that shit, practically sobbing my name ‘cause you need to cum so badly. Gonna fuck you into next year, I promise you that.”

It’s quite the expectation to live up to, but Harry’s getting a head start on it by ramming his hips up into you, bottoming out almost immediately with a deep groan. You cry out from his motion, finally well aware that you’ll never be ready for his size, before he rests a hand on your lower back as he leans you down to regain his dominance.

He’s got an arm tucked underneath your hips to lift them up further as he begins to harshly thrust into you, and it’s already proving to be too much for you.

“If you’re gonna fuck me like this, you’re gonna let me cum whenever the fuck I want to. Cool your jets or let me do what I want, got it?”

“Crazy that you really think you’re in charge, innit? Your wish is my command.”

Harry’s decided he wants to be petty.

He slows his thrusts into painfully slow rolls, his bottom lip being crushed between his teeth as he stifles an embarrassingly loud moan from his actions. He doesn’t want to inflate your ego just yet, even if that means putting himself through Hell and back with how slow he’s going.

“So fuckin’ tight, you’re killing me.”

He whispers, his voice so deep it’s almost unrecognizable.

“I know I just told you off, but I just need you to go faster, please. Please. I’m begging you.”

He’s thanking everything in the sky that you asked for a faster thrust, ‘cause he’s not sure how much longer he could have lasted like that. Harry’s pacing is still aggressive like before, but not as fast. Your hips are dropped down as he repositions his hands to your neck, letting his grip gently tighten around the sides as your head rolls back.

Breathy moans are uncontrollably spewing out from your lips as his hips slam into yours, and you’re trying your best to match his thrusts. It seems impossible, though, as he’s fucking you like he’s never done before.

With his lips lingering by your neck and his hot breaths causing more sweat to accumulate by your neck, your eyes are screwed shut as he removes his hand and replaces it with sharp teeth digging into the side of your neck, quickening the pace of his thrusts once more. He cries out once your nails are digging into his back, leaving harsh scratches down his skin and right above his bottom. You grab on, squeezing lightly as you try to get him even deeper. It’s obvious that he’s not fully in like he was before, you’re assuming he pulled back a little before you asked for him to calm down.

“Fuck, oh my God. Harry, I’ve gotta have all of you, please! I’m so close, just let me have it, shit.”

That’s something you just should have just kept to yourself.

Harry’s immediately pulling away from you.

His hair is getting flat against his head, sticking to the glistening sweat covering his face. With burning pink cheeks, he’s trying to catch his breath with closed eyes and a furrowed brow, and it seems like he’s becoming just as frustrated as you are.

You’re practically out of breath from not only how irritated you’re feeling but also the fact that this is almost like a complete workout to you.

“Come on, pretty baby. You’re doing so fucking good. Absolutely perfect.”

He coos, cupping your face in his hands as he peppers your face in light kisses.

“Look at me.”

Harry’s pushing your hair out of your face as you stare up at him with dazed and tired eyes, letting your head go heavy in his hands.

“You’re such an angel. You know how good you are? Be loud for me, pretty baby. Just let it all out. Cum for me.”

It’s a relief to finally get approval from Harry on what you can do, and you’re rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up more from your exhausting daydream. He kisses your forehead and pushes lightly on your shoulders to lay you down again, cradling your body to his equally sweaty one as he thrusts back into you which earns a sharp gasp from the both of you.

He’s not caring with his thrusts, they’re sloppy, heavy, and faster than before. He’s bottoming out with each move, causing you to cry out in complete ecstasy.

“Yeah? Am I fucking you good? Come on baby, let everyone know who fucks you this good. Scream it out for me.”

“God, Harry!”

You groan, walls tightening around him as he moans out desperately.

“Let go, angel. Make a fuckin’ mess.”

The praise and encouragement being preached from Harry is your breaking point as you moan out in euphoria, head tipping back with chants of his name as you practically soak him. He’s close behind, filling you up with a shudder soon after your own release before he collapsed on top of you. With his fingers tracing shapes and words into your bare and sticky skin, you sigh, glancing down at him as he lays with shut eyes and heavy breaths.

“Can’t raise my head, but what did I tell you? Wasn’t it worth it?”

“Shut up, Harry. Go back to sleep.”