"i wanna get this song done, bub." harry's in the mist of songwriting in his shared living room with y/n. to her it seems like he's been writing and humming for ages. she's been trying non-stop to get harry's attention. she's horny and both her and harry know she can't get herself off the way he does. they're both laid up on their navy blue couch, covered in the same cream blanket gemma got her ages ago. her legs stretched out over his with her head against his shoulder, watching him sloppily write in his worn out journal.
"you've been at it all day." she sighed, dramatically throwing her head back against the wall, bumping her head with a loud thump. he smiled, "it's what you get for being dramatic."
she ignored him.
"harry please." she grabs his free hand placing it in between her thighs. "you know i can't get myself off the way you do." she watched him as he tried fighting back the urge to smirk.
"i don't see why you can't take a break." she's finding any way possible to get him out of this songwriting trance he's in.
he ignores her question with a kiss on this lips, slipping his hand from between her warm thighs, continuing with his writing. she knew that when harry was in the zone it was always extremely difficult to break him out of it. but at this point she'd do anything to get his pretty, heart-shaped lips on her skin, and his fingers digging in the spot she needed him most.
she leans her body upward, so she could get closer and more access to his exposed neck. peppering a few kisses on his bare shoulder before giving him wet open-mouthed kisses on his neck.
still kissing and sucking leaving hickey after hickey, he still seemed to be focused on what he was doing. face still scrunched, eyebrows still furrowed, lips formed in a straight line.
she nibbles at his earlobe, whispering something that has to get his attention.
"please touch my tight little pussy, daddy." he immediately stiffens and she knows she's got his attention.
"please let me finish my song, darling, and i'll be right with you." he turns to her, giving her a quick, sloppy kiss on the corner of her mouth.
y/n reaches down under the soft blanket they're covered under, reaching down to feel a huge lump under his sweatpants. "it doesn't seem like he can wait much longer, hmm?." she can feel harry jump out of his skin, feeling the contact of her delicate hand on his sensitive, hard cock. but his face still has the same facial expression on it from earlier. he's trying his absolute best to not pounce on her right now.
y/n snatches her hand away, annoyed at how ridiculous he's being. he smirks feeling as though he won, but wasn't expecting her to do what was next.
she stands up from the couch, pulling her pajama pants and underwear down, and sits back down next to harry. he's so genuinely engulfed in what he's doing, he didn't even notice her absence in clothing.
she takes harry's hand once again, placing it on her bare pussy. he finally looks over at her, eyes widened. "y/n" he's sorta shocked, he wasn't fully aware as to how bad she truly needed him. he thought, why not multitask?
he can finger y/n and write a song at the same time right?
"y'really want me to feel that tight, little clit hm?" his dirty words always spur her on further, she nods, grabbing his hand to still it as she rubbed her heat against his cold fingers.
he repositions himself so he can get better access to her cunt, and still comfortably write in his journal.
he slides a finger inside of her, feeling how wet she really is. y/n takes in a sharp breath, finally getting the relief she's been desperately craving for hours. she throws her head back against the pillows that were already displayed on the couch, bucking her hips to get as much of him inside her as possible. harry adds another finger, wanting to stretch her out a little bit more. her walls squeeze tight around his slender fingers, as he pumps them in and out of her.
in the mist of her moaning, and the slick sound of him fingering her. y/n hears the faint sound of a pen scribbling on paper. her eyes shoot open, completely shocked that he's still writing as he's knuckle deep inside of her. strangely enough it turns her on more, bucking her hips faster to get closer to her release.
and to harry's surprise, the background of her moaning has somehow given him more inspiration to finish his song.
harry had found her swollen little button, rubbing it up and down between his two fingers, the cold mental of his rings gently running across her folds, making her hips jerk. her back arches off the couch, eyes rolling in the back of her head.
he can tell she's getting closer and closer to cumming, "think you can take another finger?"
before she even gets the chance to get her words together, he's adding a third finger. her back arches again, her thighs threatening to close shut, but of course he doesn't allow it.
"harry im close." he picks up the paste, setting his book on the glass table in front of him so he can dip his head in between her thighs. latching his pink lips around her tiny bundle of nerves, she cries out, hands immediately taking a hold of his brown curls. almost like a instinct.
"fuck, im gonna cum of your tongue." her free hand takes hold of her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her sensitive nipples.
"then cum. cum all over my tongue." he lays his tongue flat on her pussy, watching as she tightens the grip on his hair when she rides her orgasm out on his soft, wet tongue.
she takes a deep breath relaxing her tense body. harry leans up to give her kisses along her neck, up to her lips. she's still catching her breath. "thanks to you i finished my song."
she gave him an airy giggle, "thanks to you i finished my oragsm
