1 Work in Harry Styles/Quinn Wilson
15 Jun 2020
“A little birdie told me that some fun times with those two typically happen after your show.” Lizzo jerks her head over to where Quinn and Mikaela are now straight up getting to second base beside them. They’ve both still got a grip on Harry’s painted toes.
"Would you be interested in letting me join in?”
Harry closes his eyes, and she hopes it’s not just pleasure from the foot-caressing he’s getting, but from her question, too. Just to avoid being one-upped, she starts carding her fingers through his hair. He blinks his eyes back open, like he’s savoring the moment and figuring out how to answer all in one.
“I really, really want you to.”
Harry says it like there’s a caveat he’s bitten his tongue on. Lizzo could place a bet right now on what that is and get rich as hell.
“If you’re worried I’m looking for some basic missionary while a lesbian couple are fucking next to us, don’t be. I wanna go all in. All queer, no labels, sapphic orgy time.”
As soon as she says that, said lesbians stop sucking mouths long enough for Quinn to say, only sounding a little out of breath, “We have a scientific experiment to conduct.”
“Wait, what?” Mikaela says.