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CASUAL [W2S × MINIMINTER]

I don't want us to be casual anymore.

It’s so confusing. He thought that they had something going on, but was he being delusional? Was everything that they did just happen to be… casual?

Simon sighs as his eyes stare at the picture that Ethan had just sent at the Troops group chat. They were at what seemed to be a club, and the picture showed Harry sitting down with a girl next to him. They were both smiling and seemed to be having a lot of fun.

Unlike Simon, currently. He’s going crazy.

Things started feeling different between him and Harry. It felt sort of… flirty, in a way. Simon thought it was going kind of smooth, thought that they were in a phase where they don’t really acknowledge the romantic slash couple-y things that they do.

He thought that one day, they would have their cuddly hang outs as usual and one of them would end up crossing a certain boundary. A boundary that may or may not contain touching each other’s lips, or even better, each other’s bodies.

“Ughhh.” Simon lightly tossed his phone to the side, thankfully not landing any further off the bed. It’s 3 A.M already, he shouldn’t have been awake to see that picture, which now has him in complete distress.

Maybe this whole time it really was just a complete friendship thing for Harry. Maybe he really was that stupid. Or maybe, he was just fooling around with Simon.

Well, “Fuck him.”

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Harry: free tonight?

Simon: nah, im streaming

Harry: oh then can we call rn?

Simon: sorry cant rn

Harry: oh okay

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“Bog.”

“What?”

Ethan looked dead straight at Harry, who was sitting very comfortably at Ethan’s couch at Ethan’s house. “It’s late, go the fuck home.”

“But I’m so bored,” Harry paused and took a look at his phone for a second. “And… Simon is ignoring me.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow at the sentence, Harry now actively ignoring his eyes. “Oh, so it’s about that.” He immediately grinned and walked towards the pouting man. “Is he pissed?”

“I don’t fucking know! You’re the ass for sending that fucking picture!”

Ethan laughed as he took a big step back, avoiding the leg that was about to kick him flying to the wall. “I had to! To make him jealous!”

“Jesus, you’re so annoying. I shouldn’t have told you anything.”

Ethan finally calmed down from laughing and took a seat next to Harry, while also making sure that Harry doesn’t kick him off. “Look, dude. You lot have been hanging out at night, watching movies, falling asleep while cuddling, looking at each other all lovey dovey, and that fucking country trip. Oh my god, that country trip.”

“What about the country tri-”

“Oh, don’t piss me off, bog.”

“Well, it’s all gone to shit now, anyways. He lied to me about having a stream tonight. He doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

Ethan groaned and pushed Harry to the edge of the couch, quickly having a grab at Harry’s phone. “You’re such a pussy.”

“WAIT ETHAN,”

“Simon, can i come ov-”

“ETHAN PLEASE,”

“Okay, sent!”

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Harry: simon, can i come over?

Simon: uhm what for?

Harry: need to tell you something

Simon: sure then

Harry: omw

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Oh god, this can’t be happening. Simon was slumped up on his desk, playing COD and drinking beer when he got the sudden message from Harry. He wanted to come over to Simon’s place, and in 5 minutes he’s going to arrive while Simon looked and smelled like shit.

Simon quickly cleaned up his bottles of beer, changed his shirt and fixed his hair. He then sat down at his living room couch, waiting for a knock on his door.

He had a sudden realization of why on earth is he doing all this? Acting like this? For a man that he just cussed at all night because of a fucking picture. A picture where it was pretty obvious that the time they spent flirting, or what Simon thought was flirting, were all a waste of time.

Who knows, maybe when there’s a knock on his door, he won’t answer it.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Harry’s inside his car, head down on his steering wheel.

He was right in front of Simon’s place, in which he doesn’t got a fucking idea on why he’s even there. To hang out? To cuddle? To confess? To hook up? Seriously, why did Ethan do this to him.

Well, Harry knows that he has feelings for Simon. He knows that he wants to be more than a friend. He wants to be more than someone to cuddle with and then act like nothing romantic is happening between them.

But he’s so scared. He’s never felt this way before.

What if he fucks up his confession? Simon might just not be into him at all, actually. And when he confesses, everything will get fucked. Will he even be able to face that and then having to still work with his crush who rejected him? Nothing good will ever come out of this whole ordeal.

Harry took a look outside of his window, the door is so close. All he needs to do is get out of his car and take a few steps. Or should he just start his car and drive away?

“Jesus,” Harry flinched when his phone started ringing, and surprise, it was Simon. Harry felt a cold sweat drip down as he picked up the phone and accepted the call.

“Uhm, Hey.”

“Harry, are you actually coming over?”

“I’m still-”

“Look, I don’t know what it is that you wanted to talk about, but I’ll tell you this. I like you.”

Harry froze, he felt like time had just stopped.

“I really like you, Harry. All the time we’ve spent lately has been nice and I realized during that time, that I have a thing for you. Especially when we filmed that video in the countryside. We literally drove around on a scooter for 30 minutes while we listened to love songs. Maybe for you this whole thing has just been for fun and nothing serious. And to be honest, I want it to be more than that. So, if you were planning to come over to just do the same things and go home without addressing anything like usual, just don’t come.”

“Simon, open the door.”

“What?”

The door slowly opened, the wind immediately hitting cold on Simon, who was frozen at the sight of Harry in front of him. A few seconds passed of them staring into each other’s eyes, confused on what to do with themselves.

Simon’s heart was about to explode, they must look like idiots just standing there in silence. He wished that Harry would say something, something about the very embarrassing confession that Simon had made over the phone. He wished that Harry would just do anything–

“I like you too,” Harry clenched his fists. “A lot.”

As Simon was about to say something, the atmosphere had pushed Harry to lean forward and cup Simon’s face, for a kiss. Simon kissed back. It was a moment of relief.

The relief of finally getting what he wanted, what they both wanted. With the warmness that came when he grabbed a hold of Harry’s waist, pulling him inside the house. Is this what heaven feels like?

Harry pulled away, a smile started to grow on his face and slowly to a giggle. It just hit him how funny it was that he was just inside the car, contemplating on driving away from the love of his life whom he thought didn’t have feelings for him.

“Oh, how stupid of me,” He mumbled, as his hands were still cupping Simon’s face. Their eyes sparkling like they’ve just experienced the happiest moment of their lives. “I shouldn’t have doubted my feelings.”

“You and me both, Haz.”

#simon minter #harry lewis #miniminter #wroetoshaw #w2s #sidemen #minishaw #a short one i decided to whip up #may or may not be a result of my brainrot while listening to chappel roan

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strangeholic · 1 year ago

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YOURS [W2S × MINIMINTER]

A brilliant idea to tease minter, as always.

[nsfw!]

Harry stared at the date on his phone, he was opening his calendar to check on the date for the dinner being held at Josh's place. They were celebrating his engagement, with Freya cooking the dinner. As he was checking on it, he realized something important was happening on the same day. His and Simon's 1st anniversary of dating.

He stares at his screen with many thoughts.

It's actually still a shock to him how he managed to date Simon after secretly being into him for years. And now it's going to be a year since they've dated. Although they're still hiding it from their friends and family, they currently feel content with what they have and are still planning to come out soon. But this.. Harry doesn't know how to come about it.

He knows for a fact that Simon doesn't know because he's the worst at remembering an important date, he probably doesn't even remember when his mom's birthday is. Harry smiled after a thought came across his mind, what if.. he doesn't tell Simon? What if he just acts dumb and only tell Simon like 5 minutes before midnight? That would be fun, right?

"What're you smiling about?" Harry jumped at the voice and closed his phone. "Just a funny TikTok." Harry turned to the source of the voice and there Simon was, still slightly sweating from his run. Simon took off his shoes and walked towards the couch where Harry was laying down on. "C'mon let's go shower." Simon nudged Harry's leg with his own and Harry grinned as he sat up. "Also, it's time to throw those pajamas to the laundry, they stink." Simon scrunched his nose and Harry just nodded as they walked to the bathroom for their usual weekend 'shower'.

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Harry sat on the bed, towel wrapped on the lower half of his body. He opened his phone to check on his messages.

"I need to go, okay?" Simon looked at Harry while putting on his shirt and then layering it with his jumper. "Remember, you need to leave the house at 5 and then pick me up and then we'll go to Josh's place." Harry only nodded with a 'yeah', eyes still glued to his phone. "Bye, love you." Simon patted Harry's head and gave a kiss on the cheek. "Mhm, love you too."

Harry heard the door click and then laid down on the bed, still naked with only a towel. He knew Simon would kill him for laying down on the bed like this, but he's way too lazy to put anything on, especially when he's fixated on his phone.

He has now moved apps to TikTok and began doom scrolling. After around 2 hours, Harry began feeling shivers, which reminded him that he was still butt naked on the bed. He told himself, 'Just a few more videos.', which ended up being way past that. He could've probably scrolled for another hour, but then a video caught his attention.

It was a guy wearing a sports jersey and lip syncing to a song. The caption said 'secretly putting on his jersey and taking 🔥 pics to send when he's working out of state (iykyk)'. This immediately gave the most brilliant idea that Harry's ever had. He got out of the bed and rummaged through their closet. There it is. Harry grabbed the hanger and took out what seemed to be their charity match jersey, but it had 'MINTER' written on the back.

Harry grins and puts the shirt on the bed. He then searched for his black boxers. If he's going to do this, he's going to do it right. He and Simon have never sent nudes to each other, it's never been their thing. The closest they've done was probably sending a shirtless picture after a gym session and that's it. So, this? It would be a pretty nice anniversary present, right?

He puts his boxers and the jersey on, looks in the mirror and realizes that he's missing something important. He looked left and right to look for it, which he then saw on the bed side table. Simon's favorite, Harry's glasses. Like the saying that people on TikTok always use, 'It stays on during sex'.

Harry walks back to the mirror, now with his glasses on, and fixes his hair. He's thought about what pictures he wants to take and as someone that rarely takes aesthetically pleasing pictures, he already knows he's going to struggle with this. First, a back mirror selfie. He saw this on the video that he got the inspiration from. He positions himself in front of the mirror, turns around and positions his phone until the angle looks good.

"Damn." He mumbled when he saw how good his ass looked, Simon's really going to love this now. He then used his free hand to lift up the shirt from the side to show a bit of his waist and back. Of course, he doesn't forget to look to the side so that it shows that he's using his glasses, another added bonus. First picture done, and now what? Harry sat on the bed for a minute to ponder, and then tried another pose. He placed the phone on a chair that he dragged, close to bed. He then kneeled, back facing the camera, near the edge of the bed, legs a bit parted, and his shirt pulled on the front so that he is showing off his ass now. Again, he looked to the side to show a bit of his face with one finger on his bottom lip.

He tried to think of other poses, but it seems like the first two that he did were good enough. As he was looking at the pictures, he couldn't help but get turned on. It's weird cause he's looking at himself but the fact that he's posing like that while using Simon's shirt really did feel extremely hot. Oh, he can't wait to surprise his boyfriend with these later, and possibly getting railed after that.

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"Heyy, how was the shoot?" Harry asked as Simon entered the car. "It was good, I'm really hungry though." Simon sighed and Harry chuckled, "Well, let's hope Freya didn't burn the kitchen."

"Oh, shut up. She's an amazing cook."

Harry felt a bit distracted, he was still wearing the jersey but under his hoodie. He was still feeling a bit heated from before and just wants to attack Simon with kisses. "Oh, right, what should we tell them?" Simon turned his head to Harry, "Haz?" Simon called out and Harry snapped from his thoughts. "Hm?? Tell them about what?"

"Why we came together? They always ask, you know."

"Oh! Right, right.. Uhm.." Harry tried to think about it but his head was still spinning from his other thoughts. He really shouldn't be thinking about it this much when he still has to wait until the end of the day to give Simon his surprise. "Maybe that I was actually at your shoot? They won't be asking details about the shoot." Harry finally gave a reply, "Sure."

They didn't talk much until finally arriving at Josh's house, being the first two to arrive, unsurprisingly. As they waited for the others, Simon helped Josh on a weird computer thing upon being asked and Harry decided to help Freya in the kitchen. There was quite a lot to be prepared for the dinner, although it was mostly prepared already. "By the way, you do realize we have the heater on, right? Aren't you hot?" Freya asked as she was placing down wine glasses on the counter. Harry felt his heart jump, he realized that everyone would be asking about his choice of shirt. "Hm, not really. I'll just keep it on." Freya shrugged it off and Harry's now worried that everyone's gonna ask the same question.

The others finally started arriving, of course with JJ as the last, weird how he's always the latest one despite being the only one to have a personal driver. Dinner was out by then, and they quickly started eating, with conversations in between about things that each of them are individually working on. Not much talk about Sidemen stuff since they're fed up with always talking about that.

"Minter, when are you gonna start dating again, man?"

Both Simon and Harry took a glance at each other when Ethan asked that question. This always comes up during their dinners, and they're both used to it by now. Sure, Harry gets asked that question, but very rarely. Simon is the one with the most recent break up, 2 years ago to Talia. And the others being themselves, keeps asking questions about his love life and if he wants them to set him up almost every week. They have no idea Simon has been dating someone for a year now, to their own friend, even.

"When are y'all gonna stop talking about me dating?" Simon shook his head and took a sip of his wine. Ethan then decided to shut his mouth, although it was because Tobi told him to. Harry didn't say anything, instead he just looked at Simon and when they made eye contact, Harry stretched his leg to brush it against Simon's. They were across each other, so holding hands weren't really reachable.

As time went on, their glasses were empty and JJ was talking about the details of his most recent boxing match. Luckily, Simon and Harry were at the end of the table, so deciding to just stare at each other instead of listening to JJ's story was not noticed by anyone at the table. That's when Harry decided to be sneaky.

He pulled up his phone and sent the picture he took that afternoon, he sent the back selfie first. Simon saw the notification pop up on his screen and raised an eyebrow. Harry was trying to hide his grin, but seeing how Simon was amused at the mysterious text, made him even more excited. Harry signaled with his hand to open it below the table, and Simon did.

The moment he saw Simon's eyes go wide and his head slowly looking back up, Harry was now covering his smile with his hand.

'WTF?'

'Hehe'

Simon looked back up again and Harry could see his cheeks getting red. Simon couldn't stop looking back down on his phone, to look at the picture, Harry assumed. As Simon was still looking down, Harry sent the next picture, the spicier one. He typed 'Yours.' on the keyboard, and the moment he pressed the send button, Simon suddenly stood up, hand covering his mouth like trying to stop himself from gasping.

Everyone turned their heads to him and he was still so stunned.

"Dude, what's wrong?" JJ asked and Simon finally looked up, a drip of sweat going down on the back of his neck. "Need the loo, be back." Simon hurriedly walked away from the table, "Well, that was a bit dramatic, innit?" Ethan laughed and they then continued with their conversation.

Harry is now full on grinning and staring at his phone as a new message pops up.

'Bathroom, now.'

He felt his heart beating even faster, this feels even better than he thought it would be.

"Hey guys, I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Can I lay down a bit in the guest room." Harry interrupted, "Oh god, of course. No wonder you were being so quiet." Freya immediately looked worried. "Let me take you," Josh stood up but Harry quickly pushed him back down. "It's fine, I know where it is." Harry smiled and quickly walked away, not to the guest room, obviously.

Harry knocked on the bathroom door and the door swung open, a hand reached out to pull him in. The door swung closed and Harry's now being pinned on it.

"Care to explain?"

"What? You don't like it?"

Simon sighed and placed his forehead on Harry's shoulder. "This is so sudden, and it's driving me crazy."

"Well, surprise! Gotta make an anniversary gift good, no?" Harry chuckled and there was a sudden drop in atmosphere as Simon pulled his head from Harry's shoulder and looked at him with a scared look in his eyes. "You're joking.." Harry gulped, did he say something wrong? "What..? No..?"

"Oh my god," Simon took a few steps back, Harry might be seeing things but Simon's eyes are watery?? "Fuck, I'm fucking horrible." Tears started streaming and Simon used both hands to cover his whole face. Harry's shocked, he didn't expect this reaction at all. Oh, he might've made a big mistake.

"Jesus, Simon. It's okay, I don--"

"I'm so stupid." Simon mumbled in between his cries.

"What?? No, no, Simon, please." Harry put both his hands on Simon's shoulders, "Si, I'm so sorry, I should've told you instead of doing a dumb prank. Please, don't cry."

There was a few seconds of silence until Simon finally uncovered his face, it was completely red. "It's not about that. I'm angry at the fact that I couldn't remember it myself, I'm such a shit boyfriend." As much as Harry wants to comfort Simon right now, being called his boyfriend really made his heart flutter.

Harry put a hand on Simon's cheek, "I literally don't care, just having you as my boyfriend is enough. We don't need special celebrations or anything." Simon sighed and finally gave a small smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. "Christ, Haz. Can't believe it's been a year already."

"Yeah, it's actually crazy." They can't stop looking into each other's eyes. "Did you like my surprise gift, though?"

Simon's cheeks turned red again. "Well, uhm.. It's very--" Simon stopped and took a step back, his eyes looking down on Harry's torso. "Wait, a-are you still wearing it?" He looked back up to Harry who had a cheeky grin on his face. "Don't you want to find out, yourself?"

Just as Harry was going to move closer, Simon grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the bathroom, heading towards the guest bathroom. "Hmm, patient, much?"

As they went inside, Simon threw Harry onto the bed and locked the door. "Take off your hoodie. Hurry."

Harry didn't fight back, he's just as excited as Simon is. He took the hoodie off, revealing the jersey he was wearing, Simon's jersey. Simon took a moment to look at it and finally walked closer towards the bed. "You must really like it, huh? Putting my shirt on," He crawled on the bed, getting between Harry's legs. "Taking pictures while wearing it, even putting on your fucking glasses."

He leaned down, closing in the distance between their faces. "I bet you were turned on when taking those pictures, imagining my reaction when sending them, what I would do to you while you're wearing the shirt that has my name on it." A hand reaches down on Harry's stomach, slipping inside and slowly brushing up his torso.

"What about you? Weren't you turned on when I sent it?" Harry smirked, heavy sighs escaping his mouth when Simon's hand reached his chest. "You probably got so desperate to fuck me, seeing your own name, marking me as yours."

Their faces were now only a centimeter apart, Harry's hand unconsciously placed on Simon's pants, having already zipped it down.

"You're right."

Simon finally closed in their distance and their kiss went from 0 to 100 very quickly. No slowing down, no small kisses, their lips immediately parted to let the other's tongue enter each other's mouth. Harry could feel Simon grinding down on him, his hands pulling on Harry's hair meanwhile his are all over Simon's ass and back. As much as he loves making out, he's been excited all day and is growing impatient.

After a few minutes, Harry finally pulls away. "Can we fuck already, please?"

Simon nodded excitedly and sat up to take off his shirt, Harry helped him pull down his pants and boxers. The moment his hard on came out, Harry couldn't help but stroke on it and go as far as to put it inside his mouth. "Shit, Harry." Simon groaned at the feeling, he can feel the enthusiasm from Harry, and it's killing him. "Fuck, stop, I don't wanna come yet." He stops Harry from going any further and finally takes his pants off.

"Turn around." Simon ordered and Harry obliged. He proceeded to run his hand on Harry's back, admiring his own name on the jersey. Thankfully for him, Harry was wearing joggers as usual, which makes taking it off so much easier.

"Stop drooling and fucking put it in, Simon." Harry groaned, "What? You don't want to stretch first?"

"We already did it this morning. Are you doing this on purpose?"

Simon leaned down and whispered near Harry's ear. "Maybe. Just be patient." Simon licked his earlobes and went to kiss Harry's neck, definitely leaving a hickey. While doing that, his hand held on his dick and guided it onto Harry's entrance. "Fuck-" Harry moaned loudly as Simon thrusted fully without a warning. Simon leaned back and now got a good view of Harry's back, his hands now holding down on Harry's waist.

He thrusted in and out slowly, trying to tease Harry.

"Jesus, Si." Harry whined, "Please don't do this to me."

Simon then finally picked up the pace and went a bit faster. Harry's moans started getting louder and less secretive. He himself really couldn't help it either, looking down on Harry's arched back with his name written on it really does everything.

"At this rate, they're really gonna hear, Haz."

Harry didn't respond, his moans were still loud and Simon was enjoying it too much to stop.

"Fucking kiss me then, please. Kiss me." Harry's hand clenched on Simon's thigh.

Simon stopped and pulled out, Harry understood and turned his body around, now facing each other. Simon thrusted back in again, even faster now. Before Harry could scream his lungs out, Simon leaned down to kiss Harry and now the moans are drowned out. He used his hand to reach down and stroke Harry's dick that was leaking so much pre-cum.

Harry felt it coming, it was so close. He grabbed on Simon's back, not caring if it's going to leave a bunch of marks. His legs were also wrapped around Simon's waist now, practically pushing Simon down for a deeper thrust. "I'm so fucking close." He mumbled in between their kisses and Simon only grew even more aggressive, he might kill Harry. "Shit!" Harry moaned loudly as he hugs Simon closer to him, his cum dripping down onto Simon's hand. He's a panting mess.

Simon pulls away and Harry watches as Simon takes his cum covered hand to his mouth and licks on it.

"Fuck, you're so gross, Minter."

Simon only shrugs and jumps out of the bed. "C'mon, Haz. They're probably looking for us."

He puts on his clothes and throws a tissue to Harry, which didn't actually land on the bed. "You haven't come, though."

"We'll save that when we get home. I hope you didn't think we're only doing one round. Gotta get those glasses on."

"Jesus."

#harry lewis #simon minter #w2s #miniminter #sidemen #minishaw #i love these two so much #not proof read #lazy writing

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