Celeb Worship Fics

Harry Styles: Navel Therapy

"Ah, hmmmm." Harry moans as you force your tongue further into his shallowing belly button. "That feels fucking amazing."

Navel licking is something that the two of you have only recently gotten into — ever since his doctor suggested you try it a few weeks ago. She said it would help to relieve some of the stress that Harry's been carrying around, relax him a bit, and make the two of you to feel more connected to one another... and, after taking her professional advice, you discovered that she couldn't have been any more correct.

Since the day you first dipped your tongue into his beautiful tummy hole, his chronic headaches have subsided, his appetite has come back, and the two of you are having incredible sex — several times a week... using this bonding time as a way to foreplay. You feel so much closer to one another than you've ever felt before, so comfortable with each other's bodies.

"Yeah... yeah... deeper." He sighs, pulling your head into his bloated midsection. "Ugh, fuck... faster. I wanna hear the spit..."

The doctor cautioned you that it would feel a bit strange and uncomfortable in the beginning... that you'd encounter some unusual things the very first couple of times that you explore his navel — unsavory smells, and bitter tastes — since it hadn't been cleaned, or properly prepared before his checkup... and informed Harry that the new sensation may be a little unpleasant... but, her brief warnings were all for naught.

Like now, your first time was wonderful! She gave you and Harry the room, and allotted you ten minutes to do the odd deed... and by the time she came back, both his stomach and the examination bed were covered in your saliva. He took you in like a champ — laid back on the mat, closed his eyes, spread the hole open with his forefingers, and received your wet deposit with no qualms. There was no uncomfortable groaning to be heard from him... no pitiful wincing, no tension or squirming — only melodic sounds of unadulterated pleasure. He rested his hand at the nape of your neck, released the full size of his belly to your lips, and let you have your way with him, until your time was up. You had no idea you enjoy the stench of his belly button as much as you do — how awful it smells between the little ridges and nodules of flesh... like a sour, musky armpit — or the salty-bitter taste of his skin. It's pure sensory bliss to you... a rich site of heavenly stimulation, ready for excavation.

"Ah! Ah! There you are..."

Though it's still quite new, navel licking is a daily practice for you both — an exercise you do at the top of each hour, if not more frequently. You both enjoy the act as much same as you did the first time you tried it. "God! Yeah... yeah, nibble on it. Ugh... it's so sensitive." Harry grips hard at your shoulders, and submits his tummy to your mouth — telling you how amazing it feels, all the while — and you still enjoy the strong, natural stink of his un-cleaned hole. It's a practice that you plan to continue doing for as long as you can... an experience that will bond you until the end of your days.