AN: Can you believe we’re here?! I surely can’t lol. Tour is happening and it has made me the happiest, most excited I’ve been in a while. Thoroughly enjoying freaking out with all of you lovely people every other night lol. It has felt like an eternity since I’ve been inspired enough to write anything, let alone have the energy to actually do it. Harry breathed some life back into me that first night though. Please enjoy what I consider my specialty - some barely plotted, mindless smut lmao. And as always, huge thank you to my #1 hype women @oh-honey-styles @andwhenshesays for always encouraging the madness and being the best friends/humans I could ever imagine being able to call mine. We’re sentimental sluts OKAY. Happy tour guys!!! xxx
RATED: M, mature || WORD COUNT: 2k
“God, I just wanna taste you.”
His words were barely whispered against your skin, so much so that you could feel them more than you could hear them. His lips felt like zaps of electricity where they grazed your neck, smooth and soft. His hands were strong on your hips, fingers digging so desperately into flesh that you weren’t sure who was holding who up anymore.
Long distance relationships are challenging enough, but a pandemic tour and an unexpected surprise have left you completely on edge. Tonight isn’t typical, but can it help you get back on track? [Sequel to Stretch]
Rating: M / Word Count: 6.4k
You could sense his energy the instant you set foot in the arena.
The show was over, the lights up, the crowd slowly winding their way out into the rainy autumn night. But there was an electricity running through the corridors, something that only he could spark. You felt it course into your veins, the previous exhaustion replaced with a familiar spike of adrenaline. It was something chemical, a gravitational pull into his orbit.
he really loves to hear the arena sing “does he take you walking around his parents gallery” with the biggest grin on his face… petty as they come i fear
