my friend LITERALLY took me to go see p!atd for free, got tickets for free, BOUGHT ME THIS CUTE ASS MERCH, and treated me like a bicon. im so blessed to have her as a sister.
His mouth was nearly watering at this point. The only way he could explain it was that it was something similar to when you’re out to a restaurant and you see your food finally coming. Your senses all go wild because you’re finally going to get a taste of the food that you’ve been waiting for... even better if it’s dessert. You already had dinner but you’re still not ready to be done eating and something sweet is just what you need.
Y/N and Harry had been out all day long. They did their shopping, they had brunch with some friends, they stopped and had a quick chat with his management team, and they were finally home. They made their way to their bedroom, food and toiletries put away, nothing else on their agenda.
But Harry was hungry.
“Want you to take your clothes off, angel.”
She was in the middle of removing her makeup and jewellery when she heard his request and the tone that he was speaking in made it clear that he was in a dominant mindset. She knew better than to disobey him at that point, but it wasn’t out of fear, she enjoyed pleasing him, and he always made sure she was safe and taken care of.
She stood from the vanity seat, slipping out of her high waisted trousers and the sheer blouse that he’d gotten her for her birthday. She removed her bra and took her hair out of the top knot that it’d been in. She was standing there in only a pair of white lacy knickers and that’s when the desire became even more powerful within Harry.
She tugged at the waistband, taking a little bit of work because they were nice and snug, and allowed them to fall, carefully stepping out of the lacy pool that laid at her feet.
She looked at him and within moments he had her in his arms and was placing her on the bathroom counter, dropping to his knees, his arms wrapped around her thighs. He pulled her closer to the edge and ran his tongue over her slit, his nose lightly nudging at her clit.
He let out a groan, “So fuckin’ sweet f’me... and so wet already. Barely even touched you yet and you’re soaked.”
She was already falling apart by this point, not realising that she needed him at least just as badly as he needed her, if not more. She did all that she could to stay still, propping herself back by her elbows, doing her best to watch him. His eyes were on her the entire time, loving the way she looked when she unravelled around him.
“Love to see you fall apart, baby, nobody can make you feel like daddy can, hm? Nobody can make you cum like me? Tell me.”
He pulled back, waiting for an answer, his face glistening with her juices. He couldn’t help but take a glance at her cunt, seeing it dripping down onto the tiled surface, it was almost enough to make him bust right in his trousers.
“No one could ever make me feel like you do, H. No one. Please...”
“Please what?”
She bit her lip, “Please don’t stop eating me. You feel so good.”
He grinned a little, “How good, Y/N?”
He tried not to smile as his girlfriend let out a whine, “So fucking good, Harry. Feels so fucking good, please.. Wanna cum.”
He gave her thighs a squeeze, draping one of her legs over his shoulder so he didn’t have to hold it in place. He lifted his free hand to his own mouth, placing his index and middle finger against his tongue and gave a light suck, wetting them before he pushed them into her core, his tongue returning to it’s assault on her clit.
She threw her head back, a string of profanities leaving her lips in between the moans that she couldn’t hold in. She was lost in the pleasure, on the verge of cumming.
“Look at me or I’ll stop.”
She struggled to bring her head back to where it was, her eyes barely even able to stay open, but she managed to watch him. A smirk covered his face as he became more vigorous.
“Want you to cum f’me,” he told her, between the kitten licks he was now giving her clit.
He sucked it back into his mouth, continuing to run his tongue over the sensitive nerves, eyes looking through to her soul, she was certain. It was just moments before her legs were shaking around him, one hand reaching to his hair to give it a tug, the other arm still propping her up, just barely.
He lapped up every drop of wetness that she gave him before he stood and unbuttoned his trousers.
