Aesthetic
I've been tossing and turning for a good portion of the night. Who could blame me? I was left a throbbing mess after last night. I couldn't even get the job done myself despite trying. A shower head can only do so much for girl. All I wanted was to feel Harry's hands all over my body again.I was craving his touch.
Needy.
Desperate.
Horny.
I glanced over at the alarm clock seeing as it was 3am and sighed in annoyance.
"Okay, Fallon," I muttered to myself as I shimmed out of my underwear and tossed it on the floor along with my oversized t-shirt, "We're gonna try this one last time. If this doesn't work, your pussy is broken and only one man can fix it."
I closed my eyes as I faintly trailed my hand down my chest, gently groping my tits, while I squeezed my thighs together to relieve some of that pressure that had been keeping me awake. I bit my lip as I pinched the taut bud while my other hand dipped under the sheet that covered my pelvic bone.
I shivered feeling the slight breeze brush against my wet cunt. My hips instantly bucked the second I ran my cold fingers against my slit. Bringing that same hand to my mouth, I moaned sucking each finger slowly, tasting myself.
Damn I taste fucking good.
Just as I was about to touch myself again, my eyes flew open when strong arms wrapped themselves around my thighs, spreading my legs apart. I gasped at the sudden abruptness as I leaned up on my elbows to see who it was.
"What the-" I was cut off by my own moan. The second I went to move the bedsheet covering my lower half, this person suddenly ran their tongue up and down my slit making me fall back into my pillow as their hot breath fanned my core.
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Songbird |h.s|
Fanfiction"Why the word Songbird?" "Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as h...