harry hipbones


thanks to group chat, we were talking about Harry’s dick and then I decided to write smut in said group chat and now they want me write so…

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“Didn’t you have enough of me this evening?” Harry half chuckles as he stifles a whimper. I lift my body out of Harry’s embrace, letting the white sheet expose my naked body. I lower my head and kiss Harry’s hipbones.


He’s right beside me. In the dark bedroom with only the silent TV illuminating the darkness, I can actually touch him. My head lays in the crook of his arm with my arm slouched over his torso. I trace his butterfly tattoo with my index finger; my thoughts scattered from memories of Harry and me. I remember when he got the butterfly. He wanted to be tough for me, but when the buzzing of the needle started up, he clung tightly to my hand. A moment of vulnerability and I was the one who he reached for. It was my favorite tattoo of his. The pad of my finger hits the top of the butterfly’s antenna, and Harry stirs himself. That part of him is always ticklish. When he was getting the tattoo, he squirmed around in the chair and the artist was frustrated with him, but in that moment was the cheeky Harry that I’ve always known. His dimples were present in his smile as he looked to me. Harry moans from his interrupted sleep, rubbing his green eyes awake. With squinted eyes, he lifts his head up so he can look at what awoke him from his deep sleep.

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