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My new fav aesthetic is "when your plug is a girl"
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Harry eating you out while you’re standing up so he has to be kneeling down in front of you while he’s holding your hips pushing his face closer to your center ✨
this is the first thing i've written in months Pls go easy on me 😭
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“Wait, like this? Right here?”
Harry’s already sunken to his knees by the time you get the rest of your question out, palming eagerly at his quickly-hardening cock.
“Jus’ like this. Want to feel you ridin’ my face,” Harry tucks his hands in between the waistband of your leggings as he says this then pulls them down, a hungry look in his dark eyes. Despite the sexual tension, he smiles and lets out a small chuckle. ”Jesus, pet. You’re wet, hmm? Can smell ya…”
Harry rubs his large, opened palm against your cunt before pressing feather-light kisses to your still-clothed core. Considering how needy he was when he came back to the hotel room, you’re surprised he’s taking his time to tease you. You say nothing, deciding instead to slot your fingers through his sweaty hair.
“S’all mine?”
You refrain from the urge to roll your eyes at Harry’s painfully redundant question, but again before you can respond he’s hooking his fingers on your underwear and pulling it to the side. Harry parts your puffy lips with his thumb and index finger before licking a stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, humming in pleasure at your taste. You let out a surprised gasp as your grip the kitchen counter for support, fearing your legs would slip out from beneath you.
“Harry…”
“Relax, m’not gonna let you fall,” he hastily murmurs before burying his face in you again. He could always read you so well, even when you didn’t say things out loud. Harry situates your underwear so it’s fully covering you again and just as you’re about to cry out in disappointment, Harry begins to tug them down your legs. “Bloody things were getting in my way…”
Now completely unobstructed, Harry can really eat you out how he’d like. He swirls tight circles over your clit agonizingly slow, adding more or less pressure depending on how you react. The only sounds heard throughout the house are your quiet gasps of pleasure and his sounds of enjoyment.
“Put your hands in my hair again.”
You wordlessly do as he says. When he was eating you out as good as he was, how could you deny him whatever he wanted?
“Pull.”
You do.
"Harder. Yeah, jus’ like that. If your hands leave my hair, my mouth leaves your cunt...”
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some good ol’ fashioned porn without plot to get me back into writing!! 18+ pls ;)
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Harry thinks he really hit the jackpot when Y/N came into his life.
How many artists could say they were lucky enough to have their significant other follow them around on tour? Not many, he reckoned, so he figured that made him the luckiest little pop star on the planet. 
He didn’t even have to beg her that much! That was the best part of it all—she wanted to be around him just as much as he wanted to be around her. That made Harry feel really warm and giddy inside because he knew his love could get a bit overwhelming at times, but Y/N always took all he had to give her and reciprocated it ten times over. 
Harry knew going into this second tour that Y/N’s presence was something non-negotiable—he needed her with him like he needed his crew, his band. There was a point where Harry thought she wouldn’t be able to join him––he threw a proper fit over that, telling Jeff they would need to cut some dates because he didn’t see how he was supposed to be away from Y/N for so long. Luckily, things worked out and she was able to join him.
Having Y/N near him just made touring…better. He loved curling up to her after a show, her nails gently scratching at his scalp while the adrenaline slowly leaked from his body. He also loved when he looked to the left side of the stage at any point during the show and saw Y/N singing and dancing along to his songs, earplugs in her ears because she could be a little sensitive to loud sounds. 
Harry particularly loved when he would get off stage, needy and rocking a semi, and she was ready for him. She was always there and ready like the good girl she was. His good girl. Y/N never complained it was too much––she let him fuck into her be it in his dressing room, the backseat of their car, or on their fluffy hotel bed.
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a/n: heyyy it’s me everyone lol its been a min, I’m finally trying to get out of my slump so please enjoy this and lmk what you think :) 
i posted this sneak peek a while ago lol
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Harry was upset with Y/N.
Not by any fault of her own–she was perfect and could do no wrong in Harry’s eyes. She was simply just…busy. So busy with school and work, and although Harry liked to think he was a reasonable man, all the sensibility he possessed went flying out the door whenever it came to Y/N. She made him irrational, quite honestly. 
Take right now, for example.
Harry would follow her around all day if he could, but Y/N had the annoying habit of going back to her own place whenever she was overwhelmed and had a lot to get done–claimed that Harry was too distracting, that she wasn’t productive whenever she tried to work at his place because he couldn’t keep his greedy hands to himself.
Y/N refused Harry’s invitation to spend the night with him as they were driving home from dinner, asking timidly if he could take her to her own flat instead of his house.  Harry hesitated for a moment longer than he usually would at the stop sign—if he turned right, he’d be heading toward his. If he turned left, he’d soon be merging onto the highway to take y/n home to her place.
Harry had been hoping he’d get the chance to make love to Y/N that night, their schedules finally having lined up for the first time in at least two weeks. But he knew she needed to study. He didn’t want her to be stressed, or even worse, receive a poor grade and have it be his fault. 
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