You were in the bath together when you finally mustered up the courage to bring it up. A page outlining various tips and tricks on the matter had been bookmarked in your browser for weeks now, It had been on your mind for awhile. Trying to come up with a delicate and perhaps sexy way to say that you wanted to put your mouth all over his bum. Maybe it was because you were addicted to getting Harry worked up. Addicted to his moans. The deep ones from his belly. The breathy and soft ones that came out like babble when he was getting worked up. How they changed in pitch when you teased one of his favorite spots in particular. His breath.
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
His swollen plump lips planted full kisses on her lips as she kissed back wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her closer to him so that their naked chest collided with each other. The feeling of having her boobs pressed up against harry made him groan in satisfaction knowing that he was only man who got to feel this intimacy of her warm body. He mumbled pulling away not completely and dragged his lip to her cheek kissing down to her jawline and then resting on her neck. She opened her eyes quickly as the words and sense strikes her brain pulling away harry a bit so she could have a better view of his face. She searched his eyes thinking maybe he was joking but stopped when she saw that his eyes reflected the emotions and needs as hers.
Insfiring you, one dirty BTS fic at a time.
So I sent this little blurb to inwhichitrytowritesomething who I will miss v v V much! The few days after Harry returns home from his tour, he has a set routine. But the third night back?
A squirming and cheeky Harry, a new nickname and an almost submissive Harry enjoying his first anal experience. If you feel uncomfortable, then please skip this one. Oh, god no. His boxer-clad body rolling over on top of the duvet, his cheek pressed against his pillow as his sleep-filled green eyes stared intently at you. From shower sex to kitchen sex and from blowjobs in his home-office to inappropriate yet exhilarating touches in the living room, the two of you had pretty much christened your home whenever it was possible. The day you had moved in, Harry had suggested the two of you have a proper celebration beneath the sheets, where he had treated you to a nice dinner and your favourite dessert before popping a bottle of champagne open and getting tipsy in the bedroom where one thing had lead to another. The first day Harry had needed to get work done for the new album, you had taken it upon yourself to relieve his stress and work your magic beneath his office table, curled up as much as you could and as comfortably as you could, pressing kisses along the shaft you had pulled from beneath the constraint of his too tight skinny jeans. His stresses exiting his body in moans and groans as orgasms elicited from his belly, and profanities rolled off of his tongue. When the football season started and Harry became a little to entranced by the players running across the screen — whether he understood the game or not — you found it upon yourself to keep his attention on you.