Part 5 of: Pillow Humping Duo (Patreon)

HIIIIII!! This was another duo that you guys wanted to see more of!! I forget how much I like writing for them, they're so down bad for each other omg so this was really fun! I plan on updating them within the next week because I want to do a big ol' smutty part for them

aLSO GUYS IVE BEEN DOING THE COLLECTIONS and I've been seeing fics that I completely forgot about!! Do you remember Mean roommate Harry? I gasped when I saw the name then promptly had to reread some of it because i had zero recollection of it!!

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Y/N didn’t mean to make Harry jealous.

To be fair, Y/N has only seen Harry outwardly jealous a handful of times. She was always the one who was huffy and pouty when Harry’s attention was taken away from her, from childhood to now, crossing her arms and grumbling, accusing Harry of hating her now or something. It wasn’t something she enjoyed, by any means; it was just encrypted in her DNA to be inherently jealous if she had to share his attention. She was a brat; at the end of the day, there was nothing she could do about it (besides acting with a touch more discretion the older she had become). 

But Harry? Y/N never really gave him anything to be jealous over. Even the guys she flirted with, he seemed to know that it was more of her practicing and playing around than it was her investing in a new relationship. Still, there were a few times that she could count – seriously, only on one hand – that Harry had been irritated, and she could maybe call it jealousy. 

Once, when Y/N was 16 and had started watching the second season of this anime with her cousin. Y/N had meant nothing malicious by it, and hadn’t realized that there were rules about you and your friend both being interested in something and needing to share those first watches together. She’d even asked Harry how he liked the new episode, and watched as he frowned a little, “You started it without me?” And he sounded so hurt by it, Y/N wanted to smother herself with a pillow. The guilt ate away at her for weeks, even when they had watched it together, and Harry had pinky-sworn he wasn’t upset with her about it. 

Then, there was that time in college when Y/N told Niall that she fucked up an exam before she told Harry. Mostly because Harry had warned her a couple of times that this professor (he’d taken the same course a year prior) was super strict and sort of a dick, so she needed to take studying seriously. Of course she blew him off, because it was sophomore year of university and she had plenty better to do, like shopping with her new friends and going to parties. One night of cramming should have been enough, she thought, but then a big, glaring 62% set her into a spiral about how she was stupid now and would never amount to anything. She knew he’d be irate with her for not listening, and she didn’t want an “I told you so” style lecture, so she’d cried about it to Niall instead. But when Harry found out- because Y/N told her parents, and her parents told Harry’s parents, and then Harry’s parents told Harry – he showed up at her dorm room frowning. 

“Why did I find out from my parents that you’re upset over your grade?” he inquired. “You know you can come to me with anything, right?” And when Y/N informed him that she told Niall first, she remembered him looking so aghast; you would have thought she’d won the lottery and forgotten to let him know. 

Then she guesses she could say that he was jealous all those months ago at the bar, when she’d purposefully started dancing with some guy because she thought he was dating his cousin – but she thinks he was mostly pissed that she’d been avoiding him. Not at any point did he really seem pissed that she was dancing with the guy, just that she was dancing with him and being a brat in the same week or something. Still, she’d count it, just so she didn’t look as ridiculous in comparison to how many times she’s gotten jealous versus how many times he has. 

It was almost annoying – he never got jealous of anything. He was like, way too well-adjusted; envious was not a word you could use to describe him. If someone had something he wanted, he’d figure out how to get it. If someone had something he couldn’t even hope to get, well, good for them – maybe one day he’ll experience that, but he won’t think about it too much. Even the times Y/N has tried to make him jealous with something she has – like when she bought two of a sold-out bracelet that she was going to surprise him with, but told him she’d only gotten one for herself. Harry was supposed to cuss her out, grumble at her, tell her she’s a lucky rat, and that he’d be stealing it from her. Instead, he gasped; his eyes lit up, “Oh wow! Lucky girl, you.” He let his fingers run over it carefully. “Hopefully they’ll have another drop soon, and then we can match!” And it was so genuine that Y/N couldn’t even enjoy the trick when she presented it to him. 

So Y/N has never had to be concerned about whether something might make Harry jealous or not. Even when he was dating people, if they were hanging out with a group of friends that included guys, sometimes even their exes, Harry never minded. One of his girlfriends had even gone on a trip with an ex-boyfriend, and Harry barely batted an eyelash. Didn’t even concern himself with checking her location – when she had offered it to him, he told her, “Well, you can send it to me if you want, but you don’t have to :)” and that was that. 

Which is why she didn’t think twice when a mutual friend of theirs, Oliver, chose Y/N as his partner for their pool party games. 

First and foremost, it’s actually Harry’s fault they were at a pool party to begin with. It was freezing outside; the last thing Y/N wanted to do was get into any sort of water, but it was a heated pool and mostly indoors. At least there was a part in the wall where you could go beneath it and find yourself outside, in the outdoor section of the pool, but during the winter months they kept the water toasty. That was how she’d been convinced. Well, the heated water and the promise of hot chocolate afterward, from Y/N’s favorite bakery that stays open just late enough for the nights they go out. 

The swimsuit she chose to wear was one that covered her up quite a bit, actually. Most of her swimsuits are very, what Niall would call (without Harry around, of course) ‘whore-core’ but she had a couple that she would wear when she was with family. This was one of them, fashioned more like a romper, and it did make her look like she’d stepped out of a magazine from a few decades ago – but it was meant to keep her relatively covered, so she was warmer. Her arms were still out, though, and most of her legs, and it didn’t help that she was close enough to starting her period that her tits were swollen and fuller, so they were just about to spill out of the top a bit. Harry didn’t see any of this until she stripped down at the pool and laid her cover-up on one of the folded chairs. That, plus the swim cap she wore to avoid her hair getting wet, did make her look a little like a granny. 

“Who invited Nan?” Niall inquired, and Y/N shoved him into the pool. Harry chuckled, scrunching his nose. 

“You are a bit Nan-esque today,” he replied, “But a cute Nan, y’know.” 

“A NILF?” “A what?” 

“A Nan I’d Like to Fuck?” 

“Never say that again.” 

There was leisurely swimming for all of ten minutes before a few of them started getting antsy and decided that pool games were in order, and well – Y/N can’t lie, she loves playing games in the pool. It connects her to the freer spirit she was before taxes and bills became something she needed to worry about semi-regularly. She’s always down for a game of impromptu mermaids, water volleyball, sharks and minnows – all the things like that. 

They usually have a couple of games where they pair off in teams, and typically, it’s sort of a given that Y/N and Harry are on a team. Y/N isn’t sure what Harry was busy with while they were making teams, though, and Oliver had swum over to her and asked if she wanted to be his partner. So she said yes, of course – she and Oliver had known each other for a while. They weren’t as close as she and Niall, but she felt familiar enough with him that she didn’t mind being on his team. Plus, he was far less pragmatic than Harry, so she knew he’d play to win, and Y/N can get quite competitive. 

But when Y/N had to break the news to Harry that she was already partnered up, he did seem a little confused. His head tilted, “Wait, what?” Milo, who is usually Oliver’s partner for games like these, saddled up to Harry instead. 

“Sorry, mate, Oli is tired of my balls on the back of his neck when we play chicken.” 

Again, Y/N didn’t think anything of it. Harry is typically pretty forthcoming with his emotions, so if he were upset or wanted to change things, she had figured he would have said something about it. Instead, he laughed at what Milo said, and then they all got prepared for their first game. It was just a silly race, kind of like a relay, and Y/N made Oliver the one who would have to swim outside and back in. Niall tried to cheat by swimming in Oliver’s way, but Y/N yanked him by the thigh and brought him back into the water (his screams bubbled up from underneath, which was always funny – he’s got a flair for dramatics when it comes to pool games). Harry seemed content with Milo being his partner; everyone was laughing, having a good time. 

They play their version of sharks and minnows, where the partnered minnows are allowed to try and save each other from the partnered sharks. Oliver does have to yank her out of the way a couple of times, to which Y/N squeals – she feels Harry’s eyes on her, but every time she meets his gaze, she can’t read him. She smiles each time, though, and he smiles back at her. She thinks he’s just making sure that she’s okay – he usually keeps a pretty close eye on her when they’re in the water, because of that one time she almost drowned when they were kids (and almost drowned is a little dramatic, but it was traumatic for them when they were both under 10 and Harry cried and hugged her for a full 20 minutes after the lifeguard pulled her out). 

It wasn’t until they played chicken, though, that Y/N caught a look on Harry’s face she’d never, ever seen before. 

Oliver is very strong. He might be the buffest one of all their friend group, Y/N suspects, because once they all measured the circumference of their biceps, he was in the lead by more centimeters than anyone thought. He was super into bulking and cutting, whatever that does, but the proof of it showed well in his upper body and thighs. So it’s nothing for him to lift her on his shoulders in the water; he just does it so quickly that it startles her, and she squeals, grabbing hold of his head with her hands, and squeezing it between her thighs. 

In her fluster, Oliver accidentally gets water in his mouth, so he spits it out, and through wet words says something along the lines of, “Babe, you’re g’na crush my head,” through a laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry!” She gasped when he raised her out of the water just a little. “You startled me! You were so quick with it; Niall isn’t even on Eloise’s shoulders yet!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m just still trying to decide why I have to go against Y/N, who is referred to as the (italicize this) devil on shoulders –” 

“Don’t be a baby, baby,” Y/N splashes him, “You’re just spooked because you’ve been picking on me all night.” 

“It’s because I have a crush on you! Don’t you know how these things work?” 

Y/N snorted, and while she waited patiently for Niall to get on Eloise’s shoulders, she looked over to Harry who. . .well, she almost jolted when she saw how he was looking. Brows furrowed, arms crossed, the muscles in his arms bulging, and he looked. . .not pissed, but definitely not pleased. Her mouth fell open, wondering what could possibly be going through his mind, but is quickly pulled away by Niall’s hands touching her shoulders. 

What was that look about? Was he irritated with her? He didn’t even meet her eyes, though; he was cutting daggers into literally everyone else. 

Even when it was Oliver and Y/N versus Milo and Harry, when he’d look at her, he’d force himself to do a sweet smile – one of his reassuring ones – but as soon as his gaze fell away from her, he’d be frowning again. So, Y/N does have to test it a little. It was either someone said something that pissed Harry off earlier, and he’s trying not to sour the mood by bringing it up. . . .or he’s jealous. It would be hard to believe, though, if Harry was actually jealous because there was zero to be jealous of. Was it the fact that her crotch was on Oliver’s neck? Because she hardly thinks that’s something to be jealous over. Especially in her 1950’s finest. 

Y/N squeezes her thighs around Oliver’s head again, and he jumps, reaching a hand out of the water to rest his palm on her thigh opposed to her calf, “Ah, girl, I’m not going to drop you! Are you trying to choke me? Be honest!” 

Harry looks like he’s going to explode – she sees the tick in his jaw, and Y/N has to swallow back a gleeful giggle. Oh wow! Wow, wow, wow. 

Y/N loosened up around his head, “Oopsie, sorry,” she replied, then patted his head, not very sweetly, because she isn’t evil. She didn’t want to drive Harry crazy or anything – knowing that he was even remotely jealous was enough to fuel her for years to come, she’s certain of it. Still, when his eyes flicker up to hers, she knows that even with the best innocent gaze she could muster, Harry would know that, that time – at the very least – was on purpose. 

The rest of the night goes by alright. Once they finally stopped playing games, they were just swimming around, and Harry had planted his spot beside her. He didn’t mention anything, and throughout the night he’d stopped looking grumpy. Instead, he was joking and playing around, splashing her. When she shivered, despite the heated pool and the heated indoor area they were in (the draft from outside was enough to dot her in goosebumps), he wrapped his arms around her to keep her warm. It was fine; nothing was out of the ordinary. 

They dried off. Y/N cringed as she stuffed her still slightly damp skin into the sweatpants and the long-sleeve shirt she showed up in. She shoved her stuff in the wet bag that Harry brought for his things, and she slapped her wet swim cap against his bum. Everyone said bye to each other, Y/N smushed a kiss on Niall’s cheek to hear him complain about it, and they were all on their way. 

It wasn’t until Y/N got into the car that Harry brought it up. Or, well, he did less of bringing it up and more of stretching across the center console, sliding his hand behind her neck, and pulling her to his mouth. 

Y/N squeaks, the sound muffled against his mouth, but she melts into him all the same. He licks against her lips until she opens them up for him, then meets her tongue softly, gently. It wasn’t a harsh kiss, despite how he pulled her into it. It was actually pretty tender, despite how filthy he licked against her tongue. And when he withdraws, he nips at her bottom lip, presses one more kiss to her, and leans back. 

She feels a little frozen, blinking her eyes open, and Harry is just a few centimeters away from her, his lips pouting. “I’m upset,” he murmurs, “Not at you, never at you – not even at Oliver. I should’ve had my head between your thighs so long ago, but he beat me to it, and I’m going sort of crazy about it.” 

She darts her eyes around his face, brows dipped. “Harry, usually I’m on your shoulders for the chicken game.” She reminds him, “Usually my crotch is like right against your neck too.” 

Harry, who had started playing with her hand while she spoke, pressed his face into her palm, “Yeah, but now I know what you taste like from my fingers, so I’m kind of going through it right now, okay?” Y/N giggles a little, twitching the tips of her fingers to stroke his skin a little, “I just – ugh – I don’t know. And that hot little swimsuit –” 

“Hot?” Y/N gasped, “Harry, this is my most covered-up one!” 

“Your tits are spilling out of it,” he whined. “And, honestly, everything you wear sends me on a spiral. We need to go get this hot chocolate before I try to eat you out right here.” 

Y/N is giddy, giggly, feeling bubbly. 

She likes this jealous Harry very much.