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luvvyouforever · 7 months ago

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exclusively yours - sdv harvey x reader!

-> synopsis: harvey realizes some things about himself and one of those is that he can't stand it when other people look at what's his.

-> warning: NSFW MDNI MDNI MDNI SMUT! jealous harvey mhm. a touch of dom harvey what can i say. slight shane slander nothing too mean. a bit wordy. you've been warned.

-> a/n: i hope you all enjoy! i wrote this whenever i had time free over the course of a week when i should be doing homework.

there's a rare fire in his eyes that night at the stardrop saloon. he's not sure what it is that he's feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knows for certain that he doesn't like the way shane's eyes rake over your flower dance dress that you had been wearing since this morning when you danced with the doctor, and not shane.

he's reminding himself of the ring on your finger, the farm that you live in together, the bouquets you've gifted him, the necklace that took ages to procure because the weather had to be just right. and yet, none of that is easing the jealousy threatening to bubble up over the surface.

the lust in shane's gaze becomes even more apparent as the crowd dwindles. he's talking to you and harvey can barely make out the words coming out of his mouth, but then there's a touch to your elbow that was well-timed to come after a joke you just made, and now harvey is striding over, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders to stare at shane.

"what was so funny?" he asks and the interested inflection in his tone is entirely fake. "i know my wife has such a keen sense of humor, doesn't she?" you don't miss the emphasis he puts on 'wife.'

shane's grown awkward now, and he shifts hsi weight from one foot to the next. he's been caught and there's nothing much he can do to salvage this situation. "yeah, uh, she just made a joke about summer. nothing serious. sorry," he stumbles out.

"mhm, yeah. so, we'll see you around?" harvey says which effectively ends the conversation and forces shane back into the booth he was originally sitting down in. with a breath of relaxation, he turns to you with a different kind of fire in his eyes. one that makes you shiver with palpable excitement. "ready to go home?"

you nod and his hand moves from your shoulder down to the small of your back to give you just a slight push away from prying eyes and out the door of the saloon.

neither of you speak on the way home and it feels like even the nature around you is holding its breath in anticipation of what will happen when the door to your farmhouse swings open. the farmhouse becomes visible in the distance and there's a sudden weakness in your legs. subconciously, both you and harvey pick up speed until you find yourself speed-walking to the front door.

he wastes no time in pulling keys from his pocket and unlocking the door and, ever the gentleman, letting you go in first.

once he shuts the door behind him, his hand immediately finds the small of your back again and you feel your body inch closer to the bedroom. anticipation grows and grows until your back is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom and harvey's stature is looming over yours.

this is new, this is unexplored, this is uncharted territory. harvey had never once been anything other than unadulterated sweetness in the bedroom. he cared about your pleasure, your comfort, and your enjoyment more than anything. but now there was something calling to him to give into this urge building in the pit of his stomach.

harvey's hand crawls from its position by his side, up the curves of your stomach, then stops at the base of your head. a soft gesture tilts your chin upwards so you're looking directly into his brown eyes. you feel small underneath his intense gaze, but it's certainly not a bad feeling.

"you know," he begins with a breath, "i've never considered myself a jealous person." you bite your lip in anticipation, feeling warmth grow from your core and radiate outwards. "but...the way shane was looking at you tonight...i think we just need a small reminder about who you belong with."

there was so much intensity behind his words despite them coming out in a soft drawl. you could have buckled right there on the doorframe but his body was caging you in so that there was no way you'd fall.

with a breath and a swallow, your hand travels from your side to his waist. "then remind me," you tease.

harvey's eyes darken and something about this excited you to no end. his strong hands bring you close to his chest and his lips hurriedly meet yours. they intertwine in a mess, teeth clashing, tongues bumping, but it sets your entire body alight. with ease, harvey inches you away from the doorframe and to the bed where you fall down onto the soft mattress. the white dress on your body falls around your waist, revealing the underwear you had on.

then, harvey growled. like truly, really growled as if something had took over him in these few seconds. he had been suppressing this urge to be with you intensely for fear of hurting you or embarrassing himself. but he's spurred on by your moans and the heat he feels radiating from between your legs.

after making out so roughly that your lips are left feeling numb, harvey's hands travel down your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear. with a strong tug, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and sits on his knees in front of you. he'd regret placing so much pressure on his aging knees in the morning, but that didn't matter now. what mattered now was making you cum to the point that you are unable to think of another man but him.

without much warning, harvey's mouth met your core. you threw your head back to the bed, letting out a moan that made you glad you lived so far from any other person. he was like a man possessed, seeking some salvation in the wetness growing and growing in between your legs.

he pulled away, but not for long as his fingers gripped the hem of your underwear and slid them down your thighs, calfs, and off your feet. for a second, he sat on his knees, marveling at your pleasure and whispered, "you must really like this, huh?"

his voice was laced with lust and darkness. before you could even respond, his mouth met your middle again and every part of your body lurched forward, in awe of the pleasure he was giving you. there was a coil in the pit of your stomach that was growing, wounding around itself, tightening with every stroke of harvey's tongue against you.

"harv! fuck!" you managed to choke out. you could feel his lips tilt upward in a smile, and just when you thought there was no possible way it could get better than this, his finger teased at your hole before plunging in. harvey's anatomical knowledge guided his finger upward, curling up to the spot that sends you reeling.

his name was a prayer on your lips as that coil tightened till the point you think it might snap. you could no longer hold it when harvey added in a second finger, curling both upwards and creating a pressure that pulled the coil till it all fell apart. you were a mess, hair sprawled on the comforter, dress halfway up your body, wetness dripping from harvey's fingers.

he leans back on his knees, eyes blown wide with lust. his lips glisten and his carefully groomed hair and mustache are destroyed. he's breathing heavily, but he didn't stop his frenzy there. with rushed movements, he tugs off his tie, his button down, his undershirt till there was nothing adorning his body.

"need this off," he mumbles, pulling at the hem of your dress. you come out of your daze to rise up and slide the dress off your body. "jesus...," he whispers. he rises from his spot on the floor and gestures for you to scoot up to the bed. slowly, his body comes over yours and once again you become caged in his grip and his scent. "do i tell you that you're beautiful enough? because if i don't i need some sense slapped into me."

heat floods in your cheeks at his words. harvey, ever the kind gentleman, was a whole other person entirely. for a second, you wonder if you could tease more possessiveness out of him. he was already delirious with pleasure. what could a little more hurt?

"i'm glad you think so too, dr. harvey. shane really thinks i'm the best looking person in this whole town," you say with a smirk tilting your lips upward.

that fire reignites in his eyes again. in seconds, his hands come to your wrists and you feel pinned against the bed. his chest is rising and falling with intensity.

"if i hear another man's name on your lips tonight, you're getting it," he threatens.

and, because you can, you push him further. "shane. alex. sam. sebastian. lew-"

in a renewed sense of dominance, harvey clamps his hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. "i don't think you'll be able to talk when i'm done with you," he says, voice just slightly above a whisper.

"prove it," you whisper back.

harvey smiles with something sinister lurking beneath the service. he stands from the bed, eyes never leaving yours and tugs off his belt, then his pants. with no flourish, his length comes out, irresistibly hard from the night's activities. he climbs back on top of you, settling his center in front of yours. he's barely touching your core but it's sending you arching upwards.

"i don't think shane could manage making you feel this good, you know?" he teases your entrance. "i mean, if you'd like to try, go ahead, but you'll come back to me crying because he can't make you cum like this." slowly, he slides himself in. you let out an unearthly moan that is met with his own grunts. "you're all mine. no one else's." he fully enters you then, hitting as far back as he could manage.

he drags himself out, then slowly enters back in. it's torturous. horrible. so awfully frustrating.

"please, harv. more!" you beg. he kept up his slow pace, barely budging. "need you more." you sound just as pathetic as you feel.

"can shane make you feel this good?" he asks.

so that's what he wanted from you. "no!" you plead.

"are you all mine, then?"

"yes, all yours!"

"exclusively mine?"

"exclusively yours!"

at those final words, harvey fucks into you again with a quicker, rougher pace. this was what you needed more than air. your hands fly to his arms where your nails dig into the skin there. he would wake up with marks that remind him of the night, but maybe that was your purpose in doing so.

harvey is stretching you out in the most perfect of ways and the closeness of his body to yours sends shivers all over you. his hands are desperately clinging to every part of your exposed skin and his chest rises quickly in attempts to catch his breath. nothing could stop him from his actions right now. all he can focus on is the way you feel so tight around him, the way you're moaning his name, and the way he has to hold in his orgasm until you've came all over him.

which isn't too far away. it's building with every deep, powerful thrust he makes. he's hitting spots inside of you that he hadn't before. it's blissful, filthy, and perfect. in the middle of your ecstacy, you make a note to draw out harvey's jealous side more.

"fuck," he grunts out. it's so strange to hear such filthy language coming from your husband who balked any time you said swear words. "you're so fucking tight for me, huh?"

his dirty words pull out a loud moan from you which seemed to spur harvey on even further. his thrusts lost their rhythm and his breath became rapid. he was close and so were you. with urgent moves, you wrap your legs around his waist which sends his length inside of you as deep as it can go. your eyes meet with a silent agreement.

your moans mingle together, filling the room with lewd noises. your name is repeated over and over again until the moment you both feel that release toppling over the edge, filling your bodies head to toe with pure bliss. his body doesn't still, but instead he returns to the slow pace he began with, pumping his cum deep inside you.

after some breaths and stilled movements, he pulls out with a slick noise and falls to your side. his arms open up in a silent request for you to lay on his chest and you oblige. the bed is destroyed, your bodies are sweaty, and there's certainly something leaking out of you onto the sheets. but sheets can be washed, beds can be made, and showers can be had.

all that matters is that you were exclusively his, and shane could never make you feel like that.

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teashellscape · 8 months ago

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Harvey x reader (Minors dni)

Paring: sdv Harvey x reader

Synopsis: Harvey’s had a rough day at work and has been stuck doing gruelling paperwork all day. You wanna help him relieve some stress. Some plot, mainly just smut!

Warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni), reader described as having a vagina, oral sex (reader and Harvey receiving), vaginal sex, surprise squirting.

Word count: 1,592k

Rays of light spill through the white blinds of Harvey’s small office; he’s sat behind his desk, head basically buried in his laptop with piles of paperwork surrounding him, his hair is messy and disheveled and he has a frustrated look on his face. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you glance at him. “Hey, you been doing paperwork all day?” You chirp. He looks up from his screen with a huff and smiles slightly seeing your small figure standing in the doorway.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” He rolls back slightly from his desk, his tie is pulled down slightly and some of his buttons undone. You blush at the sight of him like that, it’s rare that work frustrates or bores your boyfriend so you know you’re in for a ride later on.

“Why don’t you come and take a break, sit with me.” You say clicking the door shut and sitting on the small loveseat next to you, patting for him to sit.

“I’m sorry honey but I can’t. I still have so much paperwork to do it’s looking like I’m going to be here all night.” He gives you a sad look, eyes flicking between you and the piles of paperwork laid out on his desk. “No, it won’t hurt you or your work, come on, you’ve probably been sat there all day staring at that screen. You need a break, you’re gonna strain your eyes and get a migraine.” Harvey looks over at you with an all knowing smile.

He chuckles, “never thought you’d be giving me of all people medical advice.” Smiling he stands up, walks over and flops down on the sofa next to you. He closes his eyes with a smile on his face, you turn to him sitting curled up and began playing with his hair. “Mm that’s nice.” He mumbles smiling.

“Do you know what could be nicer?” You say through a smile, blushing slightly. He opens his eyes and looks to the side at you as if to say ‘what?’. You crawl over to him straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck bringing your face so close to him you’re almost nose to nose. With no words said Harvey’s lips crash into yours, his hands sit on your hips every now and then snaking down to give your arse a tight squeeze. Your hand begin playing with the curly strands of hair at the nape of his neck. He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger and moves your head to the side kissing down your cheek and travelling to your neck, sucking lightly and nipping in spots, not leaving a mark behind unfortunately. You mewl and moan softly, breathing heavy as you begin to unknot his tie and slowly start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves back up to kiss your lips lightly biting at the bottom one, you let out another moan.

Slowly you begin to move down his body kissing down his chest towards his bellybutton. You begin to unbuckle his belt excruciatingly slow, palming his growing erection and continuing to leave small pecks along his abdomen. Harvey begins to get slightly frustrated with how long you’re taking and starts grabbing at your hair trying to encourage you to speed up. You smirk at his eagerness, pull off his belt and unzip his trousers. He moves you away so that he can pull both his trousers and boxers down letting his erection spring free and slap against his stomach. A wide smile grows on your face as you grasp it in your hand and spit on the tip, you begin pumping it and look up into Harvey’s eyes, his face flushing and quiets mewls escaping his parted lips, he looks absolutely gorgeous. Once you’d had enough pumping it you slip his pink tip between your lips and lick along his shaft watching his head fall back in bliss; his mewls quickly becoming moans. You bob your head back and forth pumping whatever you couldn’t fit in, Harvey’s hand bunched in your hair lightly guiding you along.

Eventually Harvey had had enough and pulled you off of him dragging you to your feet, he roughly pulled your shirt over your head and quickly discarded your bra. He puts his hands under your arse and you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, you both start another steamy make out session, this time his lips travel down and he begins to make sure he’s leaving marks along your collarbone. Harvey walks over to his desk and begins to clear it, literally just pushing all the paperwork onto the floor, he shuts his laptop lid and chucks it onto the sofa behind you both. He sits you down on his desk pulling away from the kiss, you both heaving with a string of saliva still connecting you and puffy swollen lips. “Lay back.” He commands, all you can do is nod blushing furiously.

Harvey begins leaving kisses and nibbles along your soft stomach making his way to your trousers and unbuttoning them, pulling them down and discarding them. His eyes laid heavy on your soaked panties, he puts his long fingers to them slowly moving up and down. You let out a long whine as he moves to your face kissing you roughly on the lips, “so wet for me, you’ve been waiting all day for this haven’t you?” He smirks and you nod humming in response. His free hand again moves down to grasp your arse, him being this dominant is shocking to you but it just turns you on so much more. He begins once again trailing kisses down your stomach while pulling your sopping panties down your legs. He starts toying with your clit before very easily slipping a finger in making you let out a fairly loud moan. His lips travel down to your little bundle of nerves and he begins sucking while pumping and curling his fingers inside of you, you can’t help but whine and crumble under his touch.

When you first started dating you never expected him to be this good in bed but him being a doctor he probably had a slut phase in college and fuck had it paid off in your favour. Harvey begins switching between sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit making you feel practically numb with pleasure, you could already feel your release building. “Mmm look at you getting tighter already, you gonna cum for me already honey?” He practically whispers, his warm breath enveloping you making you shiver. “Come on, come for me lovely.” He kisses and toys more with your clit, curling his fingers inside of you more aggressively making you writhe. That all too familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, the next thing you know you’re at your release, your legs shaking violently; you moan loudly, practically seeing stars under his touch, feeling yourself let go completely.

Harvey begins chuckling slightly, still pumping his fingers in and out softly. “Now I didn’t know you could do that.” The next thing you realise is you’ve squirted all over him, feeling embarrassed you cover your face with your hands and you feel his fingers exit you leaving you feel cold and empty making you whine. He gently pulls your hands away from your face and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips and smell yourself on his mustache. “Let’s see if we can get you to do that again huh?” He says moving back and putting your legs over his shoulder carefully lining his dick up with you. He reaches over to his draws and pulls a condom out, quickly unwrapping it and slipping it onto his length. He rubs himself on you using your slick as lube and then quickly slips himself inside, you both moan out in bliss. “Soft or rough?” He asks leaving you slightly confused.

“Surprise me.” You say smiling. He smiles and begins pumping in and out you both moaning in bliss. He changes paces on and off between fast and hard and soft and intimate and it practically makes the room spin for you. “Oh fuck Harvey, keep going.” You moan to him. Your legs being over his shoulders means he’s hitting your sweet spot over and over and over again sending you wild. You’re both absolute moaning sweaty messes and Harvey moves his hands from your legs to toy with your breasts, playing with your nipples, straight away almost sending you over the edge again.

Harvey’s thrusts begin to get sloppy. “Keep going, faster.” You slur out and without even a second thought the man begins absolutely railing you and starts toying with your clit again. That knot begins to once again form in your stomach and it doesn’t last long until you let go, coming on his cock and once again squirting all over him. Harvey keeps thrusting and finally cums, you feel the warmth filling the condom. He pulls out, ties and disposes of the condom and picks you up bringing you back over to the sofa laying you down gently and moving his laptop to the floor. He grabs his bottle of water and a cloth and cleans you both up, he lays behind you and snuggles closely your naked bodies entwining one another.

“I love you (y/n).” He says,

“I love you too.”

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sashiavi · 2 months ago

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Harvey x Reader - Word Count - 2.1k

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Harvey was the face of professionalism. Honestly. His portrait would be plastered right next to the word in the dictionary if such a thing were possible. Always greeting his patients with a caring smile, a sympathetic tilt of his head and a soft hum from his throat as he listened to their queries.

He was nothing but reliable - He thought so at least - Performing his duties with the utmost patience. Slowly, purposely, with care and attention, dexterous in his movements performing the things he needed to do swiftly, oozing with easy confidence.

A pen click and a scribbled prescription here, a routine check-up there, a steady hand applying sticky butterfly stitches to poor Sam after another minor skateboarding mishap.

The clinic was a special thing, a space for him to rule over. A place where he was fully in control, in charge with the unique knowledge only he had access to thanks to his years of dedication - It had him overseeing his little pocket of town. The man had a sense of responsibility, with a multitude of things to stress and worry about, day in the moment he opened up those doors and day out when he finally said goodnight. From the early hours of the morning to when the sun finally sets itself over the horizon, Harvey was relied on, depended upon, really, by the townsfolk.

When the clinic finally closes up for General Practices, when those fluorescent lights flicker off and plunge the corridors into darkness, his duty for the day is over.

And so is Harvey’s strong, confident mark of control.

“Hi..” It's a simple word, soft and breathed through a sheepish laugh, the air from the sound brushing over the tender inner of your thighs and the decadent sweetness between them. Saliva pools under Harvey’s tongue, coating over his molars when he makes an effort to swallow it down. He looks at you, from down there, sitting neatly on the floor in between your legs while you half-sit before him, legs spread and body laid back, a hand cupping at his warm, flushed face.

”Hi,” You murmur back, a little quip of the corner of your lip twitching up in a soft smile, your gaze nothing but love-filled looking down back at him. Words were unnecessary. You both knew more than well what Harvey needed in these kinds of moments.

You can’t help but thread your fingers through the soft, grey-stricken brown curls of his hair, pulling away the locks that framed those darling, richly chocolate eyes. Harvey was looking up at you, from behind his neat brows, crinkled upward in a loving gaze. Yoba, that expression, he looked as if he were an eager little puppy, with a dazzly sparkle glinting in his pupils. His glasses teeter on an angle, pressed up with the scrunch of his nose, looking deliciously dishevelled and unkempt - By his own standards anyway - Tie loose, buttons undone on his dress shirt, hairs on his chest sweat stuck and exposed to the warm, dim light of the room.

He can’t help the soft, creaky whine of a groan that bubbled its way up his throat, the noise cut down into a muffle as his lips latch to the puffy bud of your clit with a wet kiss. His lips purse with the action, his wettening moustache tickling against his nose, prickly in the best kind of way, a brilliant roughness on your supple, sensitive spot. The man lets himself sigh into your wetness, lips parting just enough for his breath to billow a warmth against you. Harvey is quick to suck the air right back in through his nose, giving your cunt a shameless huff, inhaling the sticky-sweet essence dribbling for him. He can’t help himself, taking his helping of the drooly little thing he had the privilege of indulging in.

This was perfect.

Absolutely perfect. The number one thing that Harvey needed right now; no paperwork, no blinding hospital lights, no attitude from his patients, no bumps or scrapes or bruises- Just you and him.

Just Harvey face deep into the sweetness of your supple cunt, worshipping his tongue through your slicked-up folds, slathered in cream and spit. This was the dream, brain flickered off for the evening, lights dimmed and thoughts swept away from the forefront of his mind - His only focus being the sweet little bud of your clit, tangy on his tongue with each licking flick, so pretty and perfect for him to kiss and love on.

He feels your hands move, fingers coming away from twisting through his hair, opting to carefully drag your finger pads down the curved bridge of his nose. Harvey’s fluttered eyes blink open, feeling the weighty frame of his glasses being lifted off of his face, pinched between your fingers. The reveal of his bare face has the man smiling a grin into your cunt, crows feet creasing by his eyes, thick brows finally on show as they pitch up with his loving gaze. His dark lashes accentuate those milky chocolate pools, the lack of a frame over the bridge of his broad nose now giving him extra special access.

“Mmmph.. So lovely…” Harvey lets himself breathe, warm against the heat of your core, a soft praise with a double meaning, so lovely for looking after him like that, so lovely for letting him devour your pretty, supple little cunt. So lovely for allowing the stringent man to wind down and indulge. He’s patient for the moment, letting you set the delicate frames of his glasses aside before those lovely fingers brush their way through his curls once more, twirling his hair so careful and gentle. Something he probably wasn't going to be by the end of the evening.

It's like a switch is flicked, passionate and needy, diving into the folds of your cunt when that nose nuzzles into your clit, Harvey completely uncaring that his face was going to be all wet and sticky. The man was unminded at the wet stick of his moustache glossed and glued against his upper lip, all in favour of licking and lapping, sinking into the delicious depths of your cunt, daring to smush his face right into your folds. Any and all groans and breathless, crackled praises are lost in your core, lips squished into you as Harvey’s tongue flutters against your weepy hole. Those eyes close again, brow twitching with a needy expression, creased up and looking so sweet.

“H-Harvey~” Your voice only spurs on his mouth, guiding him along, that tone on the tip of your tongue making the man nearly beg to get lost in you.

His hand comes up, darling light olive skin looking beautifully warm in the evening lamplight, fingers long and dexterous as they splay lovingly over your lower tummy. He rubs a soft caress, fingers flattening to pet and soothe, the length of his thumb easily stretching out to circle slow, precise massages against your clit. You feel him smile into your folds, breaking the suckling licks for just a moment to appreciate the noises he pulls out of you. It's barely seconds before he dives back in, lips pursed and squished as his tongue fucks in and out of your sweetness, the tip of his nose crinkled with the passionate press of his lips. That thumb of his keeps up a steady pace, practised and all-knowing, rub, rub, rub, bumping your twitchy little bead into his nose while his tongue laps up all the gushy sweetness you had for him.

Harvey didn’t have to think hard about pleasuring you. The man follows his heart and the hard swell of his arousal, his body moving on autopilot as his brain switches off and turns to mush. Ohh.. You were so kind to him, carding those fingers through his hair, twisting the strands until they stung with the pull on his scalp, urging those brown, puppy-dog eyes to flick up- Oh so bleary and pretty, washed over with a soft dribble of tears bubbling at the corners.

His Adam's apple bobs with a thick swallow of cream and saliva, soft sounds muffled and breathless, choked on your taste, tongue drooly and eager to sink into the weepy depths of your pussy. Despite the aches, the kink in his neck, the sting of his wet, velvety muscle used to tongue fuck into you, the poor creaking spike in his knees- Harvey is uncaring of it all.

He's uncaring of the harsh, Yoba, it feels near bruising he’s sure, that strain of his cock pressing flush into the seam of his pants, the smooth velvet of his dick surely oozing a mess into his underwear. Pulsing, weeping, flexing with his pulse, all the blood that was supposed to be swirling in his head all gushing down into the pudge of his tip. He could hump, crane his poor hips and let his cock head graze that thin seam, get off on gravity alone- But God how could he? The stingy squish of his tip in his trousers was nothing in comparison to the decadent mess on his face, he’d rather drown in your wetness, and ignore the world. All in favour of fucking his tongue into your supple, clenchy hole.

“Harv’.. H-Honey~…” Your voice strains in his ears, past the dull ringing, the thick fog that had clouded up his mind. The Doctor muffles the sweetest little sound of acknowledgement, a wetly slurred “Mmhmphh..?” desperate to stay pressed into your core, just wanting to give.

So wet and absolutely messy- Juicy sounds of your slick and his tongue, mingling together to create the most obtusely vulgar noises. And married with those constant whines? The supple tension squeezing around your throat with each soft call of his name, every breathless mewl and soft-spoken swear? How could he pull away?

“Right there… that's it- don't stop, please don't stop-” Yoba, as if he could.

Right there. He’s right there just for you. Thumb turning into a quick and flicking rub, back and forth, back and forth, back n’ forth, backnforth! Wearing out his hand, feeling the cramp in his palm, determined to see through to the promising rush of your cumming cunt, squeezing and fluttering on his tongue. He doesn’t stop the moans, each breath of his he dares to take coming out with a tinge of his voice, appreciative and lulling, the noise cut with the pattern of his tongue appreciating your core.

“Ohhh Yoba-!” Your hips crane and hump into his face, practically riding his nose, fucking back on his tongue- He takes it. Takes the rub of your cunt, chasing you with his tongue every pull back of your hips followed by a loud, suckling purse of his lips. His own name tumbles off your lips, “Harvey, H-Harvey~” Strung together and babbled out, hiccuped and jutting up higher and higher in tone until your throat lets you cry.

Your lovely voice announces your release, a choked-up “Cumming-!” squeaked from your throat while your fingers twisted into his hair. You sob, you keen, pulling him impossibly further into your folds while his eager tongue works you through.

He moans out with you when the first dribble of your arousal dares to squirt all over his chin, throat groaning a guttural sound, eager to drink everything you had for him right up. You don’t stop chanting his name, strung together in an eager babble, both hot with embarrassment as the gush on his tongue and twisted in sweet, erotic agony. Harvey wears the plush inner of your thighs on his ears, cheeks squished with the desperate snap of your legs attempting to press together in the heat of your orgasm- Yoba how it only makes him fall harder.

He was indulging in the decadent fruit of his labour. So syrupy and wet, tongue slurping against the juicy clench of your cunt while you squirt in his mouth, down his chin, making a hot and sticky-sweet mess just for him.

The man whimpers, a loving little pathetic noise, breathing in your essence, swallowing it down on his tongue, blindly kissing, nuzzling, mouthing around your folds and clit, doing his very best to milk your pleasure for as long as he can. So giving and polite, not a single hump of his hips or even a knuckle grazed to the swelling in his pants.

Just pure, unadulterated indulgence. Messy, greedy, giving up the majority of control to you. Letting the calculative part of his brain switch off in favour of slurping and suckling to his heart's content- Disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, blurred eyes blinked closed with bubbles of tears leaking down his cheeks, messy moustache glossed to his upper lip, the collar of his shirt drooping down one of his shoulders.

He left that face of professionalism back at the front door.

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callistoscope · 2 months ago

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soaring ahead

Summary: Harvey deserves some extra loving, and you’re more than happy to voice that opinion. In multiple ways.

Pairing: Sub!Harvey x Soft Dom!Reader

Word Count: 2.0k.

Warnings: explicit sexual act/smut! more specifically, harvey gets a bj!

a/n: this doesn’t really have hard sub/dom undertones lol, reader is a verrryyyy soft dom, but it’s really important to me that it’s made clear! Harvey’s the biggest sub in the world in anything I write!

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It isn't about control. This is not about making him vulnerable in your hands, for the sole sake of satisfying your own whims— but it's getting embarrassingly close the farther you get into this.

Harvey is a gentleman, with not a single bone in his body dedicated only to his own pleasure, and he will remain that way for the rest of his life likely. In some minute way that sprawls out through all of his actions, all his shy but endlessly loving glances. He's selfless with devotion.

Here, Harvey is still wholly himself, every bit of the soft man you love. Not that you'd expected differently. His brown eyes faltering, but still steadfast in their approach to meet yours as he continues to whisper if you're really sure about this— right as you drop to your knees in front of the bed.

It's taken a lot of reassurances to get even this far. Harvey, in his unyielding consideration of your feelings, can never quite bypass his need to assuage any pressure he frets over putting you under. He'd even tried to insist you both lay down on the bed, so you don't hurt your knees from being on the floor.

You still aren't sure if you've ever seen him turn redder than when you'd insisted you prefer it— this way, I get to see your face more clearly, you'd told him maybe too honestly.

Despite stating the reason for your preference, Harvey is still shying away, torn between looking at you in admiration and averting his eyes in mortification. It's cute, to see him flounder between either option, hesitantly holding his first to his mouth. He seems to decide on closing his eyes, fist trembling with the effort it took to not fully cover his face. Trying earnestly to please you without completely forfeiting his desire to hide. He squirms a little when your hand makes contact, wrapping carefully around his dick.

"Hey," you start, voice low but soft. Plush like a warm blanket, knit with thick yarn, "... Can you look at me?" One of your hands goes to rest on his bare knee, right where it bends, thumb rubbing where you can feel the faint indents of his bone.

You can see his shut eyes scrunch closed a bit tighter for a moment, whining quietly when your other hand moves a little as well, stroking his dick in a slow and smooth motion. You'd already gotten his pants and underwear down, were already well on the cusp of giving him the attention he deserved. You trail your thumb up towards the underside of his tip in a misshapen circle. This makes Harvey's eyes fly open with a start, an exhale sharply bursting from his lungs. He still presses his hand to his mouth, the fingers curled into his palms digging in particularly hard when you carefully lick up from hilt to the very top.

His hand flexes, another little noise regretfully getting muffled into it. He blinks wildly, and it shakes you then how disheveled he looks, hair mussed from your hands, face flushed scarlet. The thin sheen of sweat adds a shine to him, but where Harvey truly becomes striking is at his eyes.

It's not unusual to catch him looking at you as if you were a miracle, as if that's the only way he could comprehend a person like you coming into his life.

It's not a look you didn't expect, but there's a rawness now that you've only seen a handful of times. When all the attention's on Harvey, when he allows it to soak into his heart instead of gently ushering you back into the loving spotlight along with him. It's not that he only ever tended to you— he seemed to like it plenty when you were in the lead, guiding you both, gently guiding him where to go. Lavishing him with praise that got him all but melting under you, but he rarely let you take care of just him much farther than that. Not for more than a few moments.

The warmth in his brown eyes causes you to raise your hand, the one that had been on his knee, stretching it until it comes into contact with his cheek. You have to strain your arm like this, but you hardly care, especially when he readily leans into it, effectively abandoning his wrist. You press a kiss right to his tip, getting to feel him inhale shakily against your palm, nuzzling your hand in another attempt to hide.

"... You're so pretty." You barely have a chance to ruminate on the thought before it slips out of your mouth, Harvey's eyes rapidly focusing back on you. His hand and your own partially disfigure the look you get at his face, but the warm light of the lamp shows the red color settling on him nicely. "... I love you so much, sweetheart. You know that?"

Harvey seems to want to answer, his lips parting only to close with an unabashed moan as you settle your mouth down, taking him halfway and carefully keeping your teeth from grazing him. It seems to hit him all at once, whimpering as you look up at him, his hand that had been at his mouth, interestingly enough, rushing for the one on his cheek.

He takes it into his right hand, pressing a sweetly chaste kiss to your knuckles before lowering it to his upper thigh, away from where you were settled. His fingers twine with yours, holding it in a way that felt all too pure. He's looking at you with stars in his eyes, like your own have galaxies and more. You have a sneaking suspicion he knew you were straining your arm.

"... I love you, too." Harvey whispers in a wavering voice, body trembling when you push yourself farther down. You twirl your tongue around the head of his dick, and you can feel him fight the reflex to buck up from his next shiver, the next sound that escapes him sharp, head falling back for a quick moment before he's leaning back forward to look down at you. You suck and he almost repeats the motion, his free hand reaching to tenderly press some of your hair back.

You back off for what might look like a breather on Harvey's part, but it's only really because you want to talk. You shift on the floor, knees starting to ache. "Do you know that I love you?" You say gently, voice a little more hoarse than you'd expected. He hadn't answered your question.

That makes him glance down bashfully, which only seems to make his embarrassment worse since he mostly gets a reminder of what exactly's going on below the metaphorical belt. "O-Of course." He breathes shallowly, seeming to have needed the breather more than you.

"Of course... I wouldn't doubt you." Harvey says softly.

It's not that you don't trust him, but you know him. The doubts that are always riding his coattails, coasting along no matter how adoringly you touch him, no matter how much you praise him. You could give him the world on a sliver platter, kiss every atom of his body, and he'd still struggle to accept it. You want him to know it, down to his bones. For your love to be the airplane he can trust to see in the sky, through the radio, a certainty he can glimpse even in the clouds.

"Can you say it a few times for me?" You ask, swallowing as you gaze up at him determinedly. One hand continues to stroke his cock languidly, the other squeezing the hand he's holding. "Say that I love you."

Harvey blinks, looking a little uncertain. He shudders faintly regardless, sensitive to every touch. "You... love me?" He echoes doubtfully, as if not sure that's quite what you meant him to say, only to gasp when you take his dick back into your mouth, bobbling steadily. You nod as best as you can, which you're sure looks a bit silly, but Harvey doesn't seem to be focusing too much on how silly anything might be, thankfully.

In any case, he seems to be getting it, eyes widening in understanding. He whimpers again, maybe also because he understands. You can't remind him when you're like this, so you're pushing him to remind himself.

"... You love me." His voice shakes, but there's something imbedded in it that warms you. His face is twisting faintly with emotion, eyebrows scrunching when your free hand strokes at his base as you slide your mouth further down. Harvey's grip on your hand tightens, his breaths coming out quick, every other one a bit whiney. He's shaking.

"...Y-You—" His sentence is thoroughly chopped in half when you keep going, fighting your gag reflex as you aim for getting Harvey as deep as he can go. "— God, y-you love me. I love you. So— So much."

You roll the flat of your tongue against the very tip, light and cautious. Harvey's body goes tense before abruptly twitching.

"Honey..." He gets out, brown eyes fluttering shut, "H-Honey, I'm not gonna... I'm not..." He trails off with another noise, breathy and a touch desperate.

Embarrassment creases a few lines into his forehead from his own implication. You squeeze his hand this time, thumb moving to stroke the skin of his own. You're looking up at him again, the way his eyes soften impossibly for you. You can't really nod now, but you try to tell him when your eyes: It's okay. He flinches, endearingly sensitive.

You breathe through your nose, relaxing your throat before you go for the next inch. You don't think you quite succeed, but Harvey seems to think you have regardless. He's holding your hand like a lifeline. The hand in your hair retreats, going back to grasp the sheets with a grip that would have been painful. Your heart flutters with love as much as lust, doubling your efforts.

Harvey's whole body trembles, and you're focusing a bit too much on swallowing to fully appreciate how he sounds, high pitched and shuddering. Even still, it echoes loud in your subconscious mind.

When his body loosens, his hold on your hand loosening but firm enough to portray how little he yearned for its absence, you pull away with a sharp inhale, breathing a bit deeply. Harvey had moved his hand behind him to keep himself propped up, and you can tell it's taking some energy for him to not fall back-first on the bed in midst his bliss, but you can feel his concern reignite.

You leap up on sore knees before he can say anything, arms finding his back and tugging him forward tightly. His face ends up finding the crook of your neck as sinks into you like a ship consumed by the sea, nuzzling into your warmth and hugging you back as if you've been separated for years.

"I love you," you murmur, stroking his back, "I love you, I love you." It's as if you're making up for lost time, saying the words for when you couldn't. That makes him pull away, and you're quick to cup his cheeks, eyes looking meaningfully into his own as you rest your forehead against his. "I love you." Your voice wavers, caught up in a tide of affection that ebbs higher the more you look at him.

Harvey smiles brilliantly, a bashful tinge to it, as if he's still questioning his right to such joy and fortune. He leans until your noses brush in a featherlight touch, needing to touch you however he can. "I... I love you, too." He's still breathless, words a little too hushed, but his eyes glimmer a little from his own emotions. A deep brown that still somehow shines like the sun as they start to glisten with tears.

You pull him back into a hug. His chin rests on your shoulder, a content filling him as he relishes in the feeling of floating— the one time being so high up in the sky doesn’t feel so terrifying.

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deepestnightcolor · 5 months ago

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Hi :3

Got a little request,

How do you think Harveys 4th heart event would have ended if there was a bit more steamy tension?

ᴀ/ɴ: And we are back in the doctor's office! It is your lucky day, dear anon, because the doctor's in! I hope you can enjoy this little smut, love! Thank you so much for your time and your request!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1460 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: medical misconduct (again! :D), seductive reader, dirty talk, praise kink (figure out who has the praise kink, haha), oral (afab!receiving)

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Genuine surprise could be seen on his face when he saw you, his moustache twitching nervously. “Oh! I was just about- about-“ He stumbled as he tried to stand from his rolling chair, which promptly betrayed him by scooting backward with his abrupt movement. He cleared his throat, and finally, he dared to look at you again. “I was just about to write you a letter so I could…So I could remind you of your check-up, you know…Because your health is important.”

You smiled at Harvey – wasn’t he just so cute? Always so worried about the whole community, and ever since you had begun growing closer, it seemed he was especially worried about you. It made you want to bite into him; it made you want to have him bite into you. The idea of getting this professional, genuinely good-hearted man in such lewd positions made your heart skip a beat, and an idea pop into your head.

Visiting Harvey today had been nothing but a mere coincidence, but now you were sitting on the stool in front of the doctor, allowing him to measure your pulse on your outstretched arm. Him hovering over you like this made your mouth water. You could see the focused look on his face as he felt your heartbeat, his lower lip dragged between his teeth. You wondered how he looked when he got to taste you. Wondered how his tongue would feel against your clit when his hands on you already felt so, so soft.

“Your pulse is a little high,” Harvey suddenly mused, brow cocked. He was obviously waiting for you to give him a reason for how that could be. As if he didn’t know what he was doing to you. “Oh, I think that’s because…,” you began, licking over your lips right after, which led your doctor to tilt his head. “Because?” “Because I am imagining how you would look between my legs.” Silence. Harvey’s eyes stared down at you, cheeks of a flustered red colour. His mouth was open, as he tried to find the right words. It seemed he was frozen, giving you enough time to act. You placed your hand on his chest, letting your thumb trace a pattern into the softness of his dress shirt. Fluttering your lashes at him, you gave him a gentle sigh. “I simply think you would look so pretty between my legs…That you would treat me so well.” Your words were laced with dramatics, coated in honey to make him cave. The brunet’s lower lip was quivering, his eyes wandering from your hands to your chest, down to your cushy soft thighs. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pressing their pads to the inside of your arm. “Seems like your pulse is a little high now…” you trailed off, biting your lip. “Are you thinking about what’s beneath my skirt?” His mouth was still hanging open, so you leaned back on your chair, flipping the fabric of your skirt upwards. The panties you were wearing were nothing short of skimpy, cute little strawberries trying to cover the fact that you left pretty much nothing up for imagination. He could see your outer lips through the white, especially now that your sweet juices had leaked on the fabric. His tongue darted out, to wetten his lips, pretending that his mouth wasn’t as dry as the desert. “You could taste it, Harv. Have it all for yourself, how does that sound?” You felt his pulse pounding under your finger now, his cheeks almost radiating heat with how red they were. He didn’t answer you, he instead took off his dress jacket, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his strong arms. He dropped to his knees before you could say something, tugging the unnecessary piece of underwear down your thighs, neatly folding them before he put them to the side. Your breath hitched when a gentle kiss was pressed to your lips, before the tip of a tongue gently, carefully parted them open. The low moan that came from between your soft thighs bled into your own, the feeling of the wet muscle against your skin sending a shock of excitement down your spine.

“That’s good, isn’t it? Pretty face up my pussy, right where it belongs.” You heard how he inhaled deeply, felt how he nuzzled his face further into your pretty cunt, felt his moustache brushing against you. Your thighs twitched against his ears, and Yoba, how Harvey wanted to worship you. Perfect, pretty, beautiful girl.

His tongue licked through your folds slowly in an attempt to savour all these sweet tastes that danced on it. His eyes were closed as far as you could see behind the fogged-up classes, but still, his face was one of pure delight.

“Taste so good,” he murmured, your cunt now obviously serving as a muffler for his voice. Your hand in his hair made him shiver, long fingers curling around waves of brown. You tugging him in closer was granted with great appraisal, the doctor moaned into you as his nose pressed against your sloppy cunt. You were so sweet on his tongue and with each lick, he knew he was becoming addicted.

“That’s a good boy,” you cooed, gasping as he sucked on you, lapping at you faster now. His eyes looked up at you in search of approval, making you chuckle quietly in between the rewarding moans that spilled out of your mouth. “You like- oh fuck, yes, my clit, lick my clit, good boy!” The brunet nodded eagerly, pressing the tip of his tongue against the bundle of nerves, then giving it one, flat lick, just to circle it and suckle on it.

Your head fell backward, eyes slipping closed as the man found a pace that made your cunt gush with wetness, your toes curling in your worn-out sneakers. “Yes! That’s good, Harvey- Ohhh, Yoba! Don’t stop! Come on, pretty boy, how ‘bout you fuck me with your fingers, too?”

Harvey, ever the good boy, didn’t need to be told twice. His finger burying itself knuckle-deep inside you made your world spin. Harvey’s green-brown eyes stared up at you, lips sealed around your clit, his finger fucking into you at a matching pace.

The way you moaned for him; praised him; it all made him so incredibly hard. With great shame, he realized that he was close himself; that there would be a wet spot forming at the front of his brown pants simply because your moans were so pretty and your cunt was so tasty.

Your breathing was starting to become laboured, working out of you in heavy, fast pushes. Harvey wouldn’t have needed his knowledge of the human body to know that you were getting close, seeing how your face was one of a pleasure-driven focus. He decided to be bold, adding a second finger to twist them inside of you, just to be rewarded by the bucking of your hips. Your fingers tightened in his hair, which led to his breath hitching in his throat.

“Yes, pretty boy! Gonna make me cum- fuck, don’t stop. Be good, don’t stop,” you rambled, holding the doctor’s face in place so you could grind against it. For a second, Harvey was overwhelmed, yet he wanted to please you. It was his duty to please you. He stuck out his tongue to catch whatever juices you could offer as you used his face to get off, bucking your hips aimlessly against the source of pleasure.

“Harvey!” You cried out, back arching in. You had an iron grip on him now, making sure there was no chance of escape as your orgasm flooded you. Your cunt gushed around his fingers, clit throbbing against his tongue as you gasped out his name. The whimper from beneath you was easily ignored in your bliss, especially given that Harvey was still fucking his fingers inside of you, taking you through your orgasm with the utmost care.

Only when you gently shoved him away did he actually stop licking and suckling at you, his face covered in your glistening wet. Drops had even been caught in his usually neatly combed moustache, which now was ruffled out of place.

You gave him a breathless smile, running your fingers through your hair. “Fuck…That was good, Harvey. So good,” you praised, allowing your eyes to slip close.

“Was it really?” His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes trained on the sloppy wetness he had left behind.

“It was… But I mean – we can always practice more,” you winked. You had underestimated Harvey the perfectionist, who spread your legs with the nudge of his shoulders, tongue already lapping up the mess he had created before you could stop him.

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fadingplaidlibrary · 6 months ago

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use your words. 💋

pairing: sdv!harvey x gn!reader. SMUT, 18+, minors dni

word count: 643

notes: subby harvey x gentle dom reader. no plot, just horny. reader described as topless, no gender/sex/genitalia specified. harvey uses he/him pronouns, no genitalia specified. no beta or edits, all typos and mistakes are my own etc. i do not consent for my work to be uploaded elsewhere. enjoyyyy <3

harvey wasn't sure which one of you had started it. he remembers the two of you lounging on the couch together, then sliding to the floor with you in a pile of blankets and limbs. he vaguely remembers you teasing him, smiling at him like you were hungry for something... it started with a kiss, didn't it? -- or maybe it started when he slid his fingers under your shirt? -- or when you tugged on his hair, threw the pillows down, maybe then... but here he was now, sitting shirtless on a cushion on the floor between your thighs, his back pressed against your bare chest. he felt like he was floating, or perhaps falling. where were his glasses? and could he be any more sensitive? your hands were just so warm against his still-clothed thighs. you kept kissing and kissing and kissing his neck. how did he get here? how did he get this lucky? how did his hands land on top of yours to guide them - "right there?" just so close, and then- "not yet, baby, shhh..." you murmured the words into his shoulder, and a desperate, whiny kind of noise shuddered through his chest and out of his open mouth. was he panting? "please, i- fuck - more, ple-" your hands massaged at the apex of his thighs, so close to where he needed you, and he gasped. you leaned forward slowly, pressing him upright, and whispered, "stay." he did, of course he did, his eyes soft and unfocused and his lower lip now caught between his teeth. you slowly pressed one gentle kiss after another across his broad shoulders, warm and easy, while your hands wandered across his torso. harvey tried to focus, tried to breathe while the fire under his skin followed your touch, your lips, your blunted nails now ghosting over his chest, lightly combing through the hair there. he was shaking, he was sure his skin was blushed all over, but he stayed put. and when you finally leaned him back against your warm chest again, he turned his head and helped himself to a kiss. "p-please..." he begged oh-so-sweetly. his eyes were closed tight, his whole body trembling in your arms, and you knew what he needed. "please what, my love?" you teased him, kissing the tip of his nose. you didn't plan on teasing him for much longer, but you you couldn't help savoring him. "touch me, please," he whispered, barely audible over the rustle of blankets, the pounding of two heartbeats. you let your thumbs glide across his nipples slowly, agonizingly slowly. his eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, he looked just... so far gone. "poor thing," you crooned, pressing a kiss to his forehead, all hot to the touch and sheened with sweat, "i am touching you." harvey groaned and pressed his face into the crook of your neck. his own hands grabbed at your bare thighs on either side of his, desperate for more warmth, more touch, more of you. in between rough, shaky breaths, he pressed his lips to your skin, leaving sloppy marks behind with his teeth. harvey knew he'd have to use his words eventually -- and he felt himself throbbing at the thought -- but just for now, he was lost for words, lost in the mess you were making of him. your hands drifted down, just low enough to hook your thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, tug them lightly, and let the elastic snap back against his skin. his hips bucked up instinctively, chasing the feeling, as he let out a choked groan. he looked, sounded, smelled desperate, and you were basking in it. you knew what he needed, knew how close he was to falling apart in your arms. but if the good doctor didn't use his words... it was going to be a long night.

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neetily · 3 months ago

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↳ EVENT 08. Harvey (Corruption Kink & Anal)

— ✧ warnings: Corruption Kink, Anal, sex toy, strap on, consent cheks, Established Relationship, Masturbation — ✧ word count: 2,616 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

His voice is shaky and unsure when he eventually gains the confidence to speak, interrupted only by brief bouts of nervous laughter as you hold the silicone item before him, seemingly proud of the size and girth of it, confident that he'll react the way you want. And it's not that he's intent on disappointing you, God no, so far from it! It's just, well;

"Are you sure this'll help me relax?"

He hadn't meant to sound so taken aback, disbelief tainting his otherwise genuine question. But the strap on you so happily wiggle before him is a little intimidating, if he's honest. That, and his analytical mind is unable to conjure up any reason as to why the offending item will supposedly help him de-stress, get him out of his shell as you so eloquently put it earlier on in the week. He's not one to judge, but the scepticism is likely clear on his face; he's never been the best at hiding his emotions. And neither are you apparently, his expression prompting the fall of your own after his admittedly meek questioning leaves his heart hurting a little, aching to reach out and cup your cute little cheeks as a soft reminder that he trusts you! He's just a little anxious, as per usual.

But, you make the first move. Like always, swooping in to save him when his heart is hammering and he struggles to find the right words to express himself appropriately. It's one of his favourite things about you, honestly. How you manage to sync up with him so well without even trying. The romantic within him pinning it down to fate, or destiny.

The look of sympathy you offer him is very much appreciated, an immediate balm to his anxiety ridden heart. Better yet are your sweet reassurances that follow.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna, Harvey," Though, the gentle pass of your fingers running up and down his already exposed thigh is all the convincing he needs to proceed ahead with caution, but still he listens to you. Waits for an opportunity to say his piece. "You can always say no— I just think that dabbling outside of your comfort zone might show you that anxieties aren't always telling the truth, y'know?"

While part of him understands that you only have the best of intentions, pretty words promising to help heal him— even if in an odd way. The other half of him is still anxious, fists balled into the familiar sheets below as he trembles before you on your shared bed. When he married you, he knew that there would be obstacles to overcome, difficulties that could—and would—be shared. However, he never expected this. To be stark naked in bed, the pretty sight of you in some delicate lingerie doing wonders for his lust, cock already hard and dripping precum down to his tummy without needing to be touched too much. The strap on you so boldly hold drawing his attention front and centre, gulping at the thought of using it in any capacity beyond decoration.

Still, he persists. Even if only because he trusts you. Completely and utterly, placing all of his faith in you to cure the doctor himself. Where he's failed, he's certain that you'll be able to help— and, there's the added benefit of making you happy too! Something he always strives for.

"No, no," He rushes to answer your acknowledgement of his predicament. "Like you said, um... I think it's worth a shot!"

Ever the vanilla, being pegged as you described it has never crossed his mind before. He knew it existed, of course, but it's never been a topic of discussion in his mind other than: huh, that exists. However, thanks to your insistence on the topic, even going out of your way to research and prep all of the necessary items for the big event, he thinks it's worthwhile trying. There's no use in outright declining an attempt, he'll never know whether he likes it or not without at least trying!

And he's been wanting to be more sexually adventurous with you, even if his thoughts revolved more around having you be on the receiving end of such experimentation. The analysist within him is excited at the prospect of potentially discovering new things about himself, whereas the realist is worried over the practicalities.

Which is where you, fortunately, come in. God forbid he explore the topic on his own, pushing his glasses up in an attempt to focus on the situation at hand, doing his best to not touch his cock to the sight of your pretty smile as you shuffle closer, finding home between his legs. "All right," You start, helping him spread his legs a little wider, toying with the beads of precum at his tip before grabbing the length of his cock with a teasing touch. He inadvertently bucks into the feeling of your soft hands, heat rushing to his cheeks at the cute giggle you let out in response to how sensitive he is.

"Let's warm you up, then."

Two fingers, coated in a mixture of saliva, precum, and lube, press deep inside of him. It's an odd feeling, not wholly unbearable, inching on pleasurable the longer you rest them inside of his asshole. But still, definitely, uncomfortable. Which is probably obvious given how his face scrunches up in inadaptability, slightly cringing at the newfound feeling in his lower half.

"How are you feeling, love?" You tenderly ask him, and it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts. Another few to gather the strength to speak with the pressure he's experiencing below the belt.

"Uh... Weird. I think?" He questions even himself, eyes trained on the way his cock bobs and jerks under him, matching the lazy strokes in and out of his ass from your fingers. It's difficult to deny that some part of him does enjoy the feeling your offering him, it's just that it's new, he decides. Yeah, it's just new and he's just anxious, worried about his performance, how he must look to you right now, slightly hunched over himself as an instinctual reaction to the tension of your fingers inside of him.

And the light laughter you let out given his response only heats his cheeks up some more, his own fingers tightly fisting into the sheets in soft embarrassment. "It's okay, Harvey. I think most people feel that way when they just start too. Give it a few minutes, and then we can decide if you wanna stop or keep going, okay?"

Okay, that he can work with. Once again relaxing his posture, leaning back against the bed headboard to let you work your magic. It only takes a minute or so longer for your words to ring true, for his trust in you to bear fruit— resulting in his body jerking forward at a mere prod against his insides.

"W-Wait!" He ends up gasping, surprised at the tone his exclamation carries itself with, but nonetheless he continues rambling. "What— wait, what was that?" He almost laughs, tenderness present in how his hand wraps lightly around your wrist that's pressed against his ass. He's not even aware that he's doing it until you just as affectionately remove his hand, cooing sweetly for him to relax.

"Told you it'd feel good." You smile, toothy and wide for him to further trust, wide eyes imploring you to show him more of what you mean, because now his interest is piqued.

With every curl of your deft fingers inside, as if pressing on a feel good button, his upper body jerks forward with his cock, spilling precum aplenty for the fingers you have buried knuckle deep in his hole. The once weird and strange feeling in his abdomen soon becoming known and hot. The well acquainted burn in his tummy that he so often experiences when you're touching him slowly climbs back to where it should be, increasing only because you decide to slowly stroke his pulsing cock in tandem with your finger strokes.

His toes curl with your fingers, huffs of air rushed out only for him to gasp it back in, half moans and stuttered words, he's not quite sure what he's trying to convey. One things for sure though, and that's that he doesn't feel so worried any more. The comfortable pooling of lust in his core convincing him to seek out only what feels good, forget about everything else. And he's about to warn you of his fast approaching orgasm, but when words yet again fail him, God can you blame him with the way your fingers skilfully explore his insides, making him feel things he never thought possible, his body does all the talking for him. Shaking under you, panting for air with every pump of your fingers, carding through his hair to clean off the dripping sweat from his forehead.

And then you stop. Suddenly and carelessly. And though he can breathe again, only a pitiful whine escapes him at the loss of stimulation.

"The main event waits, love."

Your reminder of the object to his side startles him out of his lust filled stupor, but only for a moment. For his cock remembers how good it felt to have you inside of him just moments ago, finding himself eagerly nodding for you to proceed, a reassuring grasp at your arm while you get yourself strapped up conveying the message of: please, I'd do anything to feel that way again. Once reserved, now needy.

To be in this position, that is to be under you and not the one on top lining his tip up to your hole, feels strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, but rather... It leaves his head a little dizzy. Body tingling under your touch at the excitement coursing through him, wanting more than anything to keep his mind as empty as it's been turned from your touch.

He feels you tug at his ass, a brief moment of shyness creeping up on him before you compliment him on how pretty it looks. A word he never thought possible to describe himself, but he easily trusts that you're being honest when your gaze meets his own, and he can see the matching hearts in your eyes.

"Be gentle, please..." He mutters, overwhelmed with love and affection for you as you rub the silicon tip up and down between his cheeks, dribbling copious amounts of lube over it despite how wet and pink his asshole already is.

He's not sure why he said it, considering that you are the love of his life and you've already proved to him just how good exploring new things is, helping him relax into the comfy pillows and sheets below as he wiggles himself lower down to get into position for you. But oh to have you lean over him and whisper about how proud you are of him, and how you've always wanted to see him under you like this, distracting him with words of praise as you slowly push the tip of the toy into his stretched out asshole feels so good, ah... Leaves his mouth hanging open and glasses slipping down his nose, a little loving groan escaping him when you kindly help push them back up.

Something as big as the toy almost feels like the experience is restarting all over again, feeling all funny and full in his tummy until you manage to work your faux cock inside of him enough to be fully sheathed. The weight of the toy heavy against his squirmy insides, his brows furrowed in sheer horny frustration.

"Gonna move now, okay?"

He doesn't trust his voice right now, merely nodding up at you as his hand reflexively wraps tight around his throbbing cock when you draw your hips back, squeezing at the base of it as you thrust your hips forward. And the pace is settled quickly, nice and easy and gentle enough for him to grow accustomed to the toy exploring his insides— helped by the fact that he's effectively masturbating in front of you while you tenderly pound his twitching hole.

Tugging his cock up and down, moaning openly at how slippery he feels, front and back. He can barely focus on your face due to his eyes continuously rolling back, body jerking up the bed with your every thrust, humping inside of his tight heat so nicely that he can't help but to compliment you. Spilling babbled thanks between sighs of satisfaction, helping you fuck into him by sliding his ass down onto the toy when he can; as much as possible anyway, given his laying down missionary position under you.

And the feeling of your nails on his thighs, prompting him to lift his legs up and oh— shit.

"Ah, wait—" He begs of you, but certainly doesn't stop jerking off, and he's all too happy for himself when you don't heed his warnings either. Nails digging into the fat of his thighs, pumping the silicone cock in and out of his hole at a new angle; one that immediately tightens the ball of lust in his tummy. "I'm close, gonna cum if you keep going like— ah, like that—!" He urges you for a breather, but when he catches your smirking expression, he understands intimately what you'd rather do.

So he doesn't complain when he feels you pick up the pace, a muffled slap! filling the room with every wet fuck forward you make inside his ass. Moans dripping from his lips, intermingled with half gasps of your name, whines for you to stop, or was it don't stop? Fucking his fist faster too, attempting to match your unfair thrusts, but he's too sloppy with it. Mind too far gone with pleasure to actually attempt to jerk off, instead just idly playing with himself because it feels good. Something he's scarcely done before, but you've brought out some new side of him tonight. One that needs and whines and begs for more, back arching off the sheets when your tip repeatedly knocks against that sensitive spot inside again and again, just like earlier with your fingers.

All he can do is silently stare, brows furrowed in concentration of your every greedy stroke inside, fucking his ass so good that he feels a little numb, honestly. Ropes soon shoot from his tip as his orgasm washes over him, thick and white. Spurting all over his chest, a couple shots landing on his glasses for which he hasn't the capacity to care about, not when you continue to fuck him through the good feeling. Making sure to hump every last drop of cum out of his cock with your toy, milking him dry, his tightly wrapped fist glazed over with sticky seed.

And before clarity has a chance to hit him, he scrambles to beg you to continue, to prolong his empty mind and the good feeling between his legs. The doting smile you wear upon his broken pleading is confirmation enough that you enjoy that idea very much so too.

At least for now, his troubles are far away. And, if ever he needs help in future again, he knows what to ask for. Excited about all the new possibilities your little experiment has brought out of him tonight, wanting to eagerly explore as many options as possible in the safety of your shared 4 walls for the rest of the night.

You wouldn't mind, would you? If he asked for more, a tinge of greed gripping his heart as he watches you fuck him all better.

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sdvbraindump · 3 months ago

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The next few minutes felt like an out-of-body experience. It was like Harvey was watching himself on the other side of the room hooking a finger into the knot of his necktie and moving his hand down. He undid his tie in one swoop letting it fall against them on the bed. He traced the thin fabric down her back while he gripped her wrists with one hand. Without a word, Harvey held her wrists together before wrapping his tie around them. He thought back to his days as a Ferngill Owl Scout as he did his best to make a knot with his tie that would fit her comfortably. He felt some shame using a skill he learned as a child for such a lewd act, but it disappeared quickly as he listened to her steady breathing. She appeared to be calm like she already knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Knowing she wasn’t scared of him, he tied her wrists with precision, watching his fingers move with the fabric, mentally noting to not make the knot too tight. Even if he was in charge, he didn’t want to wrap them so tight they would leave a mark. He much rather leave her with memories of him than physical scars.

On my 🌶️ Harvey shit again

My contribution to the Harvey has lovely hands lore @kellycataclysm 👀

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l1tw1ck · 2 years ago

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Flu Shot

bottom!ftm!yandere Harvey x top!masc Reader

☆ Word Count: 915 ☆

☆ Fandom: Stardew Valley

↳ [EVENT REQUEST] | [No AFAB Language Ver]

CW: Non-Con, Drugging, Oral Sex, Riding, Creampie, Nipple Licking, Mentioned Pregnancy

You're Harvey's last client of the day. He already set Marnie home so it's just you and him in the building. You’re sitting on a patient bed with your doctor grabbing the necessary supplies to give you your flu shot.

"Are you scared of shots, [Name]?" Harvey asks.

You shake your head. "I trust you Harvey." You smile. "I feel safe around you, so what's to be scared of?"

Harvey blushes. "Nothing." He grins bashfully. He walks over to your exposed arm and wipes it to disinfect the area before injecting the "flu shot" inside you.

The effects hit you instantly. Do flu shots normally make you feel dizzy, weak, and unable to move? You can only blink and slightly move your mouth, it's too hard to say anything though.

"Finally.." He gets down on his knees and pulls your pants down. He kisses your bulge. "You're finally mine." He sighs lovingly, tugging your underwear down.

Harvey kisses the tip of your cock, a soft blush on his cheeks as he drags his tongue up and down your soft shaft and gets you hard.

Harvey wraps his lips around it and moves down your length, enveloping it almost in its entirety. You can only watch, unable to move thanks to the shot. Conveniently, your entire body is numb except for your cock. You actually feel more sensitive, a lot more sensitive. He probably mixed an aphrodisiac in with the drug.

Harvey bobs his head up and down, using his hand to jerk off what he can't handle while his other hand sneaks down to his underwear. He fingers his cunt while he sucks your cock.

Low, soft sounds leave your lips as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. His mouth feels good and you hate that. You hate that you're so close to coming in his mouth, that you're feeling pleasure from this.

You can't do anything but let yourself come. Harvey eagerly swallows your seed before pulling away, a red blush on his cheeks. He stands up and strips down to nothing before climbing on top of you and sinking down on your cock, moaning in pleasure as you fill him up. Just feeling you inside him makes him feel so good.

"I love you, [Name]~" Harvey smiles sweetly before going in for a kiss. Your mouth doesn't move at all, you remain unresponsive as he explores your mouth with his tongue.

Harvey takes your hands and places them on his ass. He holds onto them and makes short movements, gently lifting his hips before moving down, pretending that you're "making love" to him and that he didn't have to drug you to get to this point.

“Ah~” Harvey moans, his current expression something you never imagined you’d see on your doctor’s face. He looks crazy, crazy and in ‘love’.

You start to regain more movement in your face, finally able to move your head around and speak. “Ha- Harvey-” You breathe out.

“Yes~?” He grins.

“Sto- stop.” You plead. “I don't- I don't love you.”

Harvey pauses. “I love you too!” He responds minutes later, cheeks a dark red. “I’m so happy..” He deludes himself.

“I di-” You try to deny it but he brings you into another kiss, leaving you unable to speak. He continues his bounces, moving faster this time. You hate how good his pussy feels around your length. It feels too amazing to be inside his wet warmth, so amazing that you're not sure how long you’ll last. Every bounce just brings you closer and closer to an orgasm, every movement of his is too stimulating for you to handle. You're ashamed of yourself but you find yourself giving in to the pleasure.

Harvey’s bounces become sloppy as he reaches his peak, movements coming to a stop as his pussy successfully milks your cock. Feeling him have an orgasm has you dumping your load inside him.

His lips curve into a smile, planning to baby trap you. He needs to be sure though, one more round to be safe. He gives you a peck on the lips before resuming his previous bounces. “You’re mine, [Name]~” He says. “Only mine.”

You know how this’ll turn out for you but right now? And it's likely the aphrodisiac talking, but all you want is to feel more of his pussy sliding up and down on your cock. “Fuck–” You groan.

Harvey's smile turns into a grin, he loves the sound of you feeling good because of him. “Do I fe- feel good~?”

“Yeah–” You reply only to make him happy, even though it's not a lie. He giggles, riding you faster and moaning without an ounce of shame. He pulls on his hard nipples, showing off to make you hornier. And you hate to admit that it's working. He moves his hands away and leans close to you, giving you a face full of his chest. You take the hint and lick the perky buds in front of you, experimental licks turning more vigorous. Licking occasionally turns into sucking. Despite how sensitive his nipples are, Harvey manages to stay at a steady pace, helping you reach your second orgasm.

You soon fill him with your seed again, the harsh reality of the consequences finally hits you as the effects of the aphrodisiac leave your body.

Harvey stops and rubs himself to his completion, the feeling of him orgasming overstimulating you.

“‘M gonna have your baby.” He smiles, speaking softly.

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fruitalike · 11 months ago

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HIGH REWARD || Elliott x Alex x Harvey

RATING: Explicit, 18+ obviously

PAIRNG: Elliott x Alex, Elliott x Harvey, Alex x Harvey, & Elliott x Alex x Harvey

TAGS: TRANS ELLIOTT, as always, looks like cheating, but isnt, pwp, oral/vaginal/anal sex, no condom, threesome, voyeurism, kinktober 2022 day 31 risk, better tags on AO3 sorry ***part 3 of of course takes place after high risk***

WORDS: 8122

SUMMARY:

“Who was it this time? Was it that belligerent jock of yours, again?” Alex felt like he was going to puke. Elliott nods and slides his fingers through his hair as he goes down on him again. The redhead is inexplicably calm, even shutting his eyes as his husband continues. “You let him cum in you?”

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(genital words (elliott): cock, cunt, lips, tits)

Alex, for the first time, found himself in Elliott’s martial bed. Throughout their affair (that’s really what it was wasn’t it?), they’d defaced just about every other surface in the modest apartment, save for the bed. He almost thought that it was the one line Elliott wasn’t willing to cross, but ultimately, he’d weaseled his way into the king sized metaphor all the same.

He found himself in the bed after an exaggerated celebration of his most minor accomplishment: he’d actually managed to successfully complete his first year of college. He lay in the bed of two people who managed to complete this monumental task more than a decade prior and they were several years younger than he was now when they did it. But Elliott made him feel proud.

Deep down, Alex really did feel inadequate next to Elliott, compared to Harvey. But he supposed that those feelings were his own doing—maybe a touch of societal expectations, as well, of course—because Elliott never made him feel that way. Next to Elliott, now, he felt vast and plentiful. In the day that they’d spent together (wholly uninterrupted as the doctor was out of town), he’d pushed his body farther than he had in any gridball game; and as he rested, he desired more.

His desire for Elliott continued to shift as their affair (that’s what it really was, wasn’t it?) went on. Such complicated feelings were always bound to fluidity, Alex was sure, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of them shifting more and more wholesome. Some part of him—most parts of him—desired for Elliott more than sexually. Jealousy still swelled in his chest every time he saw him with his husband, of course, but this was becoming more than just an issue of envy.

Alex wasn’t even sure what this was anymore. Yes, of course, at its core it was an affair. He was sleeping with a married man after all. But he found himself dreaming of Elliott when they were apart. These dreams he had of them, together, were not always strictly sexual, either. They often danced, and wined and dined, and fulfilled all of the wholesome aspects of domestic life. He found himself gazing at Elliott whenever they were together; lost in all that he was, longing to be part of him.

Even now, as they rested together, in Elliott’s marital bed, the room humid with raunch, he found himself studying the redhead, pulling him close when he decided that he must be cold. He was receptive, curling up on his chest. Elliott never seemed oblivious to Alex’s emotions, and he didn’t seem to be off put by them either.

He continued to question Elliott’s marriage to his husband; regardless of the guilt he felt for doing so. Something about it made him feel less and less guilt as time went on, anyways. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to be there, but it seemed that other people were allowed in. Honestly, he felt more jealousy towards the people he thought were being included (why else would they bring Shane home with them at night, multiple times?) than Harvey at this point. Maybe something deep inside of him wanted Harvey to know so that he could spend some time alone with him too? Without it being a problem? He and Elliott were good together. He didn’t want to ruin that, he was sure (and he hadn’t been so sure of that before). Alex twirled Elliott’s hair around his finger and absentmindedly wondered if he could have a place in their marriage. He wondered why he didn’t already.

Elliott hummed and rubbed his face on his chest, breaking him out of his trance. “Tired?”

Alex nods and runs his fingers up and down his spine. “Wish I wasn’t.”

“Oh?” He muses, turning to his stomach and resting on his elbows, leaning forward, and kissing Alex’s neck.

He continues the caress his lover, letting him taste his exhaustion, inhale his desperation. Elliott grabs him by his chin and makes Alex look at him. “I was supposed to fuck you tonight.” He pouts. He’s gentler than he has been in the past; he’s tired too.

“I wanted you to.”

“If only we knew who kept us up this late.” They chuckle and soon, nod off.

Alex wasn’t the heaviest sleeper, but after a night like this, he did find himself in quite a deep sleep. Somehow, his fluffy and domesticated dreams found him here, the only place a wet dream would be more than welcome.

He dreamt of gentleness and wholesome desire, of sharing a bed as affection, instead of arousal; of picnic baskets, blankets, and a light lunch spread out over a summer afternoon; of warmth lingering out of the closeness of lovers, not affair partners; of genuine, all encompassing, love. He dreamt of Elliott in his entirety. His kindness, his deliberate desire, his delicate poetry. He dreamt of the words Elliott would dedicate to him the way he had lovers past and present. The ease at which they would flow from him, as if his love could only burst from the seams. His dreams wondered what his call sign would be—how it would compare to Harvey’s ‘for my favorite doctor,’ or what he was sure was Shane’s ‘to an almost domesticated bear.’

Then, he dreamt in abstract. Of the all-surrounding warmth of another body. Maybe two, actually. Less visuals but more feeling. The feeling of being held. Of being welcomed. He was intertwined there, however many people there were. Still without sight, he would smell the light cologne Elliott always wore; it was green, and fresh, and ever so slightly warm. He could smell Elliott’s body too. His gentle musk and floral hair products, the strong leather on his hands from his notebooks, the sharpness from his ink pens. His sweat was subtly sweet-smelling, and his body was warm and relaxing in his hands.

But there was more than just him there. A stronger, fuller bodied cologne; it almost overwhelmed the senses, but barely avoided it. It was distinctly more masculine, warmer than Elliott’s and sharper still; heavy with tobacco leaves and teakwood, spices he couldn’t place. It felt warm like fall and sophisticated like dinner with extended family. There was an oddly familiar note as well, something particularly sterile and plasticky. Something that told his mind hands. There was a hushed noise. It became more and more consistent. He felt mouths moving. Talking. Someone was talking. Multiple people.

Alex opens his eyes and is still shrouded in darkness. He pauses, hearing voices around him. As he gets used to being awake the voices become clearer and clearer. He hears Elliott say, “You’re home early!” and his entire body tenses up. The voices are far enough away that he feels safe carefully uncovering his eyes, finding himself having been covered up with pillows and blankets, surely in an attempt to hide him from Harvey. He knew it was Harvey that he was being hidden from (instead of the several other people apparently allowed into their marriage) because now that he was able to see, he could see Harvey—mere feet away—embracing his husband. He couldn’t help but watch as they kissed.

He tries to regulate his breathing as his pulse skyrockets. He hopes that he is as hidden as he was before, but he can’t waste time assessing the situation. His cock twitched in his sweats and that’s all his sleep addled brain could focus on. He clenches his jaw tight as he watches them kiss more and more passionately. He flinches when Harvey begins to grope Elliott’s ass. He was so fucked.

Alex holds his breath when he watches Elliott wrap his arms around Harvey’s neck, making it easier for him to lift his legs in the air so that Harvey could pick him up. He forces himself to regain his composure as they move towards the bed. Surely, they’d see him? Well, Elliott already knew he was there, but surely Harvey would see him? Or would notice the smell of sex in the air? The fact that Alex had cum inside of Elliott? Oh god. He’d cum inside of him.

Elliott hit the bed first, and he seemed to make a conscious effort not to look towards Alex. Harvey positioned himself on top of him, kissing him just as he had before. He had no sense of time inside this torture chamber; forced to watch his affair partner get fucked by his husband with baited breath.

His cock twitched as he watched Elliott put his hand down Harvey’s pants, rubbing his cock, getting him hard so he could fuck him. Harvey kissed down his neck, just as Alex had, nipping at Elliott’s delicate skin. He didn’t seem to have any reservation about leaving marks on him, however, unlike Alex. Though that seemed to be a perk of not having an affair.

Harvey pulled away from him only long enough to strip Elliott of his clothes. Relieving him of the oversized t-shirt he had been wearing and his underwear. He returned to his husband as quickly as he’d pulled away; groping his small breasts as they kissed again. Elliott whimpered as he kissed down his neck, rolling his nipples between his forefingers and thumbs until they became erect. Then he dotes on them, gently rubbing them with his thumbs as he kisses down his lover’s chest. He trails his kisses to his left breast, carefully sucking and biting the soft flesh before refocusing on his nipple, delicately licking it with the tip of his tongue and teasing it with his teeth. Elliott squirms.

He repeats this on the other side. Elliott melts in his hands as he gropes one breast and suckles the other. He only continues to squirm around as Harvey remains there, teasing him incessantly. Elliott returns the favor, teasing Harvey’s now hard cock with the same inviting thrusts of his hand. It’s not long before neither of them can take any more. A mumbling between the two is all that preceded Harvey’s moving south.

He’s nipping at his skin all the way down. Tiny bruises forming in his wake, indicative of the doting husband Elliott was so blessed with. He continues around his aching cunt, to his thighs, frustrating him even further. Harvey leaves the same marks there, taking time to indulge in his husband, they hadn’t seen each other in a while. His thighs tremble as he moves to the other thigh, giving it the same treatment, in the opposite direction, now moving towards his cunt. Elliott spreads his legs as far as he can without having to restrain himself, practically begging him to hurry up and desperately inviting him in.

Harvey finally finds himself between his legs, forcing his thighs flat to the mattress with one arm and holding his cunt taught with the other, keeping the head of his little cock exposed. He licks it gently at first, bracing for Elliott’s wanton jerking. He gasps as Harvey continues, manipulating his cock with his tongue and letting it slip under his foreskin to tease him better. He’s forced to put more weight on his arm to hold Elliott still as he begins to suck him properly. Elliott, in turn, has to cover his mouth with both hands, trying to keep himself quiet as Harvey’s onslaught continued. His throat gets hoarse quickly, but not from complaining.

Elliott doesn’t last very long, but he’s not meant to. His orgasm ravages him, but he can’t help but want for more. Harvey continues through his orgasm, melting his husband so that he’s easier to drink. His cunt aches with desire as Harvey again moves south, allowing his tongue to slip inside of him. He continues to tease his cock with his thumb as he feels around inside of him, tasting him and all that he’s gotten up to. He hums. “Again?”

“You’ve been gone for a week.” Elliott pouts.

He slips a finger into Elliott. He thrusts it only enough to tease him, drawing it back out covered in semen as he expected. Harvey allows himself to succumb to the urge to taste it. Whoever it was, either had a particular diet or was preoccupied with the way that he might taste.

“Who was it this time? Was it that belligerent jock of yours, again?” Alex felt like he was going to puke.

Elliott nods and slides his fingers through his hair as he goes down on him again. The redhead is inexplicably calm, even shutting his eyes as his husband continues. “You let him cum in you?”

He’s eating him out again, focusing on tasting them together this time. Intending to overstimulate him even more, torturing him before he fucks him. He nods, not that Harvey is paying much attention. “I wanted him to. He made me cum so many times I felt like he deserved it.” Elliott pulls his hair at the root, egging him on.

He’s trembling when he’s done with him, yet still eager for more. He rises from in between his legs, and they kiss desperately, hungry for each other. Elliott wraps his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, inviting his husband in. Harvey reaches between them, jerking his cock a few times before teasing his little cunt, rubbing his tip between his lips. He teases his hole properly, making Elliott gasp, “Yes! Yes!” before he finally thrust into him. Alex’s cum being forced out of him to make way for Harvey.

He throws his head back in ecstasy as his husband finally fucks into him. As overstimulated as he is he’s still desperate for the cock that’s thrusting inside of him. He holds onto his husband for dear life as his thrusts grow deeper and deeper, his aching cunt eager to finally be satiated. Harvey kisses his neck and nips at his ear. “Alex doesn’t fuck you like this does he?”

Elliott shakes his head as he fucks deep into him. He grits his teeth as he tries to hold in another orgasm, desperate for Harvey to keep going. Then again, he doesn’t seem interested in stopping; his pace is getting rougher but remains romantic—knowing his husband inside and out makes it all the easier for Harvey to have Elliott hanging on his every move. Every thrust of his hips calculated so that Elliott might be able to hold himself together a little longer, so that Harvey could enjoy him a little more. He’d certainly missed his husband.

Harvey lets go of Elliott, moving so that he’s more on his knees and puts his hands on his waist instead. He thrusts into him again, getting used to the new position before changing his rhythm. Elliott arches against the bed as he’s pulled down with every thrust of Harvey’s hips. He holds onto his ankles and feet, keeping the tops of his thighs pressed to the mattress, his calves and feet in the air. It becomes harder and harder for Elliott to keep himself composed: Harvey’s deep inside of him, rearranging his very humanity; and he’s in particularly revealing position, folded in half and at the mercy of his husband; and he can certainly feel Alex watching, sometimes he even thinks he can hear him breathing heavily, he passively wonders if he’s touching himself. “He isn’t allowed to fuck you like this is he?”

Elliott shakes his head again as Harvey forces yet another orgasm out of him. He is visibly shaking and overstimulated, every further thrust of his hips causing him to jerk forward in one way or another. Harvey is particularly lucky that he hasn’t been kicked in the head yet, his tendency to tease testing Elliott’s ability to hold the position more than he ought to. Still, he continues, letting his still hard cock slip out of Elliott and rubbing up against his own quivering little cock. Elliott whimpers and finally releases the position, allowing his legs to rest on Harvey’s shoulders, wrapping his thighs around his neck and pulling him down.

Harvey concedes, allowing himself to be pulled down to Elliott. His thighs moving from his neck to his chest so that his arms could replace them instead. He gently kisses him, soothing his husband as he comes down from his orgasm. He pushes their foreheads together and twirls some of Elliott’s hair around his finger. They kiss again and he can feel the wanton desire in the way that Elliott kisses him. He hums as they pull away, brushing hair out of his face, he asks, “Again?”

“Please. I want you to cum in me.”

Harvey kisses up his neck and rises out of his grasp again. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Elliott does what’s asked of him, settling on rolling over and getting up on his knees and propping his chest up with a pillow he held on to, his back starting to become sore. Harvey smacks his ass. “Ready?”

“Mhmm,” Elliott groans when Harvey thrusts into his gaping cunt. It doesn’t take him long to adjust, so Harvey quickly sets an eager pace. His balls slapping Elliott’s little cock with every thrust makes him ejaculate within the first minute he’s inside of him. But he keeps going at his request.

Elliott sinks further down in overstimulation, and Harvey follows, straddling him from above and welcoming himself to a fistful of his hair. He pulls his hair at the root, careful to not actually yank any of his hair out. He keeps the pace and Elliott fully comes undone after yet another desperate orgasm in this position, unable to keep himself quiet and tears welling up in his eyes from overstimulation. He’s still eager to keep going so Harvey sticks a couple of his fingers in his mouth and keeps at it.

He's truly a sight now. He’s drooling around his fingers and properly weeping now, truly desperate for the shared orgasm they’re pursuing. Elliott’s spit and tears stream down his face, neck, and chest, dripping down from his tits and pooling on the mattress, staining the sheets. All his cunt can do is tremble and squeeze Harvey, begging him to hurry up and cum as his hands grip at the sheets, trying to hold onto reality lest he get fucked out of it.

His arms grow weaker so he allows his face to press into a pillow, Harvey removing his fingers from his mouth. He can feel Alex’s eyes on him again in this position and he smirks to himself. The pillow quiets him in addition to comforting him so Harvey lets off of him more, allowing himself to relax. Perhaps for the final time he rises above Elliott, pressing his hands into his spine and smoothing them downward, pushing his husband’s stomach to be nearly flush with his thighs, chest on the mattress. His pace slows as he enjoys Elliott like this, pushing down on his back and leaning forward so that he’d be fully engulfed by his cunt. He’s slower but increasingly erratic, his entire cock slipping in and out of him with each thrust, his balls still taunting his husband’s cock every time he fills his cunt.

Harvey shuts his eyes and grips onto his husband waist again, manipulating his flesh in his hands as he lets his desire alone move his hips. He groans feeling all of Elliott grip onto him, pulling him deeper inside and clenching all around him, daring him to cum. He begins to tremble himself and decides it’s finally time to give in. He pushes down on Elliott as he finally reaches orgasm, moaning in unison with him as he pumps his cum deep inside him. He rides out their shared orgasm, small, rapid thrusts only further overstimulating Elliott. He lets his flaccid cock slip out of his husband, rubbing it against him before leaning down and kissing him lovingly. He kisses his cheek as he finally fully flattens to the bed. “Where is he?”

Wordlessly, Elliott raises a still trembling hand and points towards the mess of pillows and blankets in the bed.

As Harvey begins to uncover him, Alex rushes to attempt to conceal his erection, only then noticing that his cock was fully exposed. Still, he attempts to retain some amount of dignity, quickly pushing his cock down with both hands, as if that’d ever be enough to hide it. With one hand still comforting his spent husband, Harvey uses the other to finally throw the blankets off of the voyeur.

Alex’s cock aches for attention even as he braces for impact, twitching under his hands, hard yet feeling distinctly spent. He doesn’t wonder if he touched himself without noticing; the semen on his hands makes it obvious he had. He only wonders how many times he reached climax and if it was obvious to Elliott and Harvey when he had.

Harvey callously smacks Alex’s hands away, leaving him fully exposed. His cock bounces free, and he can feel cum flicking off of it and onto his stomach. He can feel Elliott’s eyes on him, tracing all over the illicit parts of him despite the thorough fucking he’d already enjoyed. Though Alex keeps his eyes on Harvey instead, watching him strip him of his lounge pants, leaving him completely naked. He grabs him by the ankle and pulls him forward as he gets out of the bed. Alex trembles with anxious desire.

He smacks Elliott’s ass hard enough to make him jump. “Your turn.”

“My turn?” Alex spits out immediately, looking to Elliott then to Harvey and back and forth multiple times. Towering over him, Harvey only nods; expectant.

He looks to Elliott again. “Are you sure?”

Elliott smirks and winks at him. “Of course.”

Alex moves forward in the bed, awkwardly attempting to straddle Elliott before Harvey smacks him in the stomach and grabs him up by the chin. He leers down at him and Alex tries not to find his flaccid cock in his periphery distracting. “Is that any way to treat a gentleman?”

Alex trembles. “No?”

He tightens his grip. “At least taste him first.”

Alex just nods as if it was obvious. He repositions himself in bed to better please Elliott, who did not move at all, except to lift his hips just enough to make his cunt accessible. He lays on his stomach and eats Elliott out from behind. His lips tremble as he tastes his own semen mixed with Harvey’s inside of Elliott; they’re so good together. He licks his little cock and Elliott jumps, overstimulated and desperate. Harvey seems to comfort him as Alex continues. The feeling of being watched makes him feel the need to close his eyes, but Alex can still trace his cunt from memory. He almost feels guilty as he makes Elliott cum, the orgasm that washed over him making him jolt and whimper.

When he moves to straddle Elliott again, he’s dignified with an enthusiastic encouragement, instead. Alex all but lays flat on top of Elliott; his stomach and chest not quite flush with his back, his legs just far enough away from Elliott’s to support his own weight, and he lets his throat fall in the bend of one arm as he supports himself with the other. The position, does however, make it a little difficult for Alex to reach back around and slip into his cunt. But, luckily Harvey’s there to jerk his cock a few times and help him slide into his husband.

He gasps as he slowly pushes himself all the way into Elliott’s tight cunt, his legs nearly give out at the feeling. His cock is big enough to stretch Elliott even after all that he’s already taken so far. Alex’s mouth hangs open long enough that he begins to drool on top of his head. Ever the gentleman, Elliott opens up for him with grace, his battered cunt trembling with every movement Alex makes and his cock throbbing so hard it pulls him in eagerly.

Alex especially realizes that Harvey’s still watching them once he’s staring to thrust in and out of Elliott—the fact that he’s still flaccid starts to irritate him, as if he’s challenging him, as if Alex has anything to prove! he’s the one that’s been fucking his husband! He tries not to let it influence the way he’s fucking Elliott, focusing instead on getting deep inside of him and really stretching him out. He wants to open him up inside so that he can fuck with as much reckless abandon as possible.

Once he has Elliott moaning with every thrust, it becomes easier for Alex to ignore Harvey. That is until the bastard moves some of the pillows in front of Elliott and positions himself in front of him. He jerks his flaccid cock a few times before putting it into Elliott’s mouth. All of the ecstasy that Alex was forcing out of his lips is silenced by Harvey’s cock, instead replaced by the sounds of him sucking off his husband.

Alex keeps after him anyways, undeterred. If Elliott was going to get Harvey hard, it would be because of how Alex was fucking him. He ignores the way that he tenderly brushes Elliott’s hair out of his face, and the jealousy it makes him feel. He starts up a rough pace; getting Elliott used to him thrusting all the way and pulling nearly all the way out before he refocuses, hitting his g-spot dead on every time. He’s all but screaming around Harvey’s cock, lurching forward with every thrust. Harvey is forced to throw his head back and rest it on the headboard, tightening his grip on Elliott’s hair. He grits his teeth and groans, pulling Elliott up and down his stiffening cock with his hair.

He keeps the pace, Elliott’s cunt desperate and squeezing him hard. Alex does not falter, pounding deep into him and making himself at home. Regardless of how he angles his hips, Alex continues obliterating his g-spot all the same. He knows Harvey’s husband inside and out too.

Elliott’s trembling all over now—though especially about the cunt and lips, ever eager to please—and he’s starting to feel his orgasm rise in him, so overstimulated it’s taken a while to ease it out of him. But now he feels unmistakably warm and swollen, his cock bordering numbness from the hours long bombardment of pleasure. He’s still chasing the feeling all the same, no less eager for the waves of electricity to flow through him; the umpteenth orgasm no less earth shattering than the first.

Alex can feel how close Elliott is by the way that his cunt squeezes him desperately, begging him to thrust ever deeper. He’s getting ever closer himself, despite wanting to stay inside Elliott and fuck him until his body can’t go on any more. He does not let up on account of his end drawing near, fucking Elliott even harder.

Elliott’s cunt proves resilient in taking Alex at his fastest, deepest, and hardest possible pace, even as he holds him still so that he has a better angle. With Elliott’s neck pressed firmly against his arm in this position, he can feel Harvey’s cock thrusting in and out of his throat. The sensation only makes him want to taunt Harvey more, growing tired of his taunting nature.

As vapid as his intentions may be, Alex continues with the brutal pace, toes curling at Elliott’s desperation. Giving him all that he can finally pays off when the moans he lets out force Harvey to pull his cock out of Elliott’s throat. He’d let him up before, obviously, but only long enough to breathe and go back down. Now, he holds his husbands face in his hands, comforting him again as he gets pounded from behind. He whispers sweet nothings to him before he lets him rest his head on the mattress again. He strokes his hair, soothing him as pleasure racks his body.

Elliott’s own toes curl harshly as he fights harder and harder to keep himself together. His jaw, perhaps a little sore, clenches tightly as Alex rams his g-spot over and over again. His eyes roll back in his head, eyelids shut tight over them as he concentrates on the feeling of being torn in half by Alex. He’s so close.

As Alex’s orgasm approaches closer and closer, his thrusts lose their fine tuning, and he’s taking all of Elliott’s cunt for a spin. It’s finally (or maybe yet again) his turn to be sloppy and desperate as Elliott’s cunt clenches down hard on his cock, only letting up for a second or two at a time, his orgasm forcing Alex’s no matter how hard he tries to hold it in. He can hear Harvey console his husband as he trembles through the aftershocks, again he bites back the jealousy that rises in his chest.

Once he’s ridden out his orgasm, he pulls out of Elliott and rolls over, worried that if he let his full weight rest on him, he’d crush him. He reaches a hand out to Elliott, rubbing his back as best he can without looking. To his surprise, Elliott rises with relative ease—that is to say he’s unsteadied, drenched in sweat, and noticeably trembling but only if you’re looking at him closely (which Alex always is)—and comes to soothe him. Sure, his chest is heaving and he can feel a small scowl on his face, but he hardly needs to be soothed. Elliott wordlessly checks in on him all the same, rubbing his chest and kissing him. The kiss is gentler than those they’d shared when they were alone, but still overwhelmed with desire. He holds onto Elliott a little roughly, squeezing his flesh in his hands as if he were concerned that he’d slip away, as if he were dreaming. As if.

They pull away and Elliott caresses his face. Only then does Alex realize that Harvey has excused himself again. He doesn’t particularly mind (ok, maybe a little, but only a little). He caresses Elliott’s face in turn, and they kiss again. He lets his hands roam up and down his body, covered entirely in sweat and in certain places, covered in his own drool (mostly, the top of his head was Alex’s handiwork).

They reach for each other’s cocks at the same time. Elliott crumples in on himself every time Alex rubs his puny cock with two fingers, curled up on his chest and squeezing Alex’s cock every time he completes a circle. Alex, much to his own surprise, stiffens rather quickly; and of course, Elliott quakes with ease, Alex a more devoted to pleasing him than any field of study.

Elliott pulls away from him again, inviting Alex to resume the position he had been in before. Alex obliges, laying on his back and Elliott crawls on top of him. He’s as handsome as he always is, but he is clearly finally growing a little tired from everything. They kiss a few times, Alex wanting each one to last longer than they did. When they pull away completely, he can feel the semen spilling out of Elliott and on to Alex’s stomach. He’s unfazed.

Harvey returns, still naked, from wherever he was, and the two whisper to one another. Alex doesn’t allow it to get under his skin. Elliott caresses his face and smirks down at him. “Do you still want to try getting fucked?”

Alex nods without a second thought; Elliott smirks again. “What if Harvey fucked you?”

Alex blinks a couple of times, trying to comprehend the offer. Elliott makes it easier for him, “Would you like that? Getting fucked by my husband?” he asks, rubbing his thumb across his lower lip. Alex nods.

“Are you sure?” Harvey beckons from above the two of them, stealing Alex’s attention.

Alex nods again, but can sense that’s not enough for the doctor. “Yes.”

Harvey still looks at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes. “Please.”

Again. “Yes, please.”

Harvey doesn’t push any further, only smiling at him in a slightly condescending way and tapping Elliott’s side so that he’d crawl off of Alex. He settles next to him, in much the same position Harvey had been in before. “I’ll be here the whole time, ok?” Alex nods, admittedly soothed.

He braces himself when Harvey gets into the bed, he’s unsure why he’s wearing gloves or what all he has in his hand. He doesn’t bother to show Alex, either, laying everything on the bed next to him. Alex is still laying somewhat awkwardly in the bed, without much space for Harvey. He smacks his thigh. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. I promise I won’t bite, you’re not ready for that yet.”

Alex huffs and does what he’s told; lifting and spreading his legs so that Harvey could get closer. He lowers them with his guidance, the backs of his thighs resting on the tops of Harvey’s. Otherwise, he’s flat on his back, head on a pillow fluffed for him by Elliott, who’s drawing circles in his chest. He feels spread out and revealed—and a little slutty (but that excites him)—in this position. His cock twitches and, of course, Harvey notices. “Excited?” He’s allowed to just nod in response this time.

Harvey leans over him and squeezes his face with one gloved hand. His eyes are a lot more intense without his glasses on. “Want a kiss?” He taunts, squishing his cheeks so that his lips pucker. Alex nods earnestly and Harvey obliges.

His kisses start out reserved, but once he establishes himself dominant, Harvey gets rougher. Alex rubs his hands up and down his chest, feeling him up. Teasing his nipples makes Harvey groan and deepen the kiss. He feels like Harvey is always a couple steps ahead of him, the doctor evidently considerably more experienced than himself; and unlike his husband, seems to enjoy guiding him more indirectly. Alex isn’t complaining, though. He’s quite enjoying himself.

Feeling safe, the next time Alex’s cock twitches while they’re kissing, he grabs it and strokes it gently, focusing on his head. Harvey notices and he can feel him smirking into the kiss. He pulls away and leaves wet kisses across his cheek, heading for his neck. “You’re so fucking cute.” Alex jerks himself a little faster.

Alex moans as Harvey moves down his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin expertly. He’s expecting him to go back on his word from before and bite him (maybe hoping he will), but he doesn’t. Harvey doesn’t even nip at the skin of his neck, but he can tell that he’s definitely leaving marks all over his neck anyway. He doesn’t mind.

When Harvey pulls away this time, he produces one of the items he’d brought to bed with him, a ring of some kind. He brings it closer and Alex can tell what it is. “Would you like to wear it?” he asks, smirking to himself. “Might help you last longer.”

Alex pouts at the implication, but gives him the go ahead. Harvey hands the cock ring to Elliott and begins lubing up one of his gloves. Elliott puts the ring on Alex as Harvey spreads his legs. “I’m going to start to open you up, ok?” Alex nods. “Try to relax.”

He rubs two gloved fingers up and down Alex’s crack, lubing up the surrounding area before he begins with his hole. Harvey circles his hole with one finger, the taught ring of muscle touch-shy, unintentionally clenching away from his every advance. Elliott soothes an ever so slightly embarrassed Alex, teasing the head of his penis and kissing him deeply; the familiar sensations allowing him to finally relax a little.

Once Alex’s hole is used to his presence, Harvey lets his finger slide into him. He gasps, but because of how good it feels already. He moves the digit gently inside of Alex, allowing him to adjust to the feeling. Harvey pushes in another finger as he desires it.

He pumps the two in unison, slipping in deep but careful not to slide back out of him. Harvey picks up the pace as Alex whimpers for more, reaching deeper inside of him every time. He tries to scissor his two fingers inside of him as he pumps them, attempting to prepare Alex as best he can for the girth of his cock.

When Harvey looks up at Alex to check on him, he can barely recognize the jock, the look of ecstasy on his face fitting his features very differently compared to his usual slight scowl. He’s blushing all the way down to his chest and his neck’s covered in hickeys. He’s breathing heavy again and covered in sweat, his own dried cum decorating his stomach and chest. Elliott’s also taking very good care of him, delicately rubbing the tip of his cock with only the tips of his fingers and their gentle kisses only occasionally interrupted by him sucking on Alex’s nipples. Harvey’s cock twitches at the sight. He can’t wait to get inside of him.

He adds a third finger, Alex’s hole showing more resistance this time. Harvey wonders if it’s because he usually only touches himself with two fingers but doesn’t ask, not wanting to deprive him of any more of his pride. He starts out slow again but Alex is eager, relaxing enough for him to begin scissoring his fingers once more.

Harvey looks down at his little pink hole and twitches again, electing to lean forward and spit right into him when he has him spread open, trying to hold himself over. Alex gasps and moans, back arching ever so slightly. Harvey’s warm spit sinks down inside of him, teasing him with ideas of what’s to come.

Once Alex begins to squirm with every movement of Harvey’s fingers, he decides it’s time to stop teasing the jock (and himself). He keeps his fingers inside of Alex, using his other hand to spread the lube all over his cock. He twitches in his own hand with every flick of his wrist, but he still makes sure get himself properly coated. He doesn’t want to hurt Alex at all, he’s not ready for that yet.

He finally pulls his fingers out just as he’s pushing his cock in, unable to keep himself from groaning. He holds onto Alex’s hip tightly as he slides in, his cock desperate to be buried inside of his little virgin hole. Alex whimpers as Harvey sinks into him, Elliott rushing to soothe him again so he doesn’t make too much noise.

Harvey waits for Alex to adjust to his size once he’s fully engulfed in him. His wall’s spasming only invites him further inside. His eyes roll back in his head every time he clamps down on his head, cock aching to fuck the brat. Eventually he relaxes again, his spoiled hole finally ready for Harvey. “Please.” He whimpers around Elliott’s kisses.

Harvey doesn’t make him wait any longer, starting up a slow pace that pushes Alex’s limits but tests his own patience. With each thrust of his hips, it’s quite obvious Alex’s hole is getting fucked for the very first time. His walls give a natural resistance, hardly used to getting fucked into, but Harvey is patient; his thrusts deliberate but kind on the virginal hole of the jock that’s been ‘secretly’ fucking his husband.

Alex looks up at him with wanton desperation, daring him to pick up the pace, practically begging him to fuck him a little harder; but Harvey is smarter than him. Knowing better than to appease every want and desire of the cocky virgin that lay below him. He wishes he could, truthfully, the way he’s squeezing him makes Harvey want to pound him awful hard and make him scream, but again, Alex is hardly there yet.

But Alex certainly thinks he is, whimpering for more stimulation as Harvey continues to fuck him slowly. “Please.”

“You’re not ready yet. You’re way too tight still, I’ll rip you a new one.” He insists, but Alex throws a little fit anyway.

“I need something else, then, please!” he whines, begging for mercy. Harvey looks down at Elliott and they exchange a knowing look. “Blow him, please, dear.” Elliott nods and changes the position he’s in, straddling Alex’s head and leaning over his torso. Alex licks him first and only then dies Elliott start to go down on him, giving his husband a quick kiss first. He does not remove his cock ring.

Elliott sucking him and getting sucked by him shuts Alex up for the time being, allowing Harvey to slowly open him up without further whining. He rolls his hips upwards into Alex—he’s not particularly deep inside him, simply because he barely fits in that far anyways. Harvey’s cock aches for more but his hole’s so fucking tight he barely notices. The couple of inches that does fit in Alex with ease is on cloud nine, his little ring squeezing his tip so hard it could make him cum right now if he let it. But he won’t, he wants to let Alex really have it.

His husband’s ever expanding talents keep Alex hushed but lively, so focused on sixty-nineing Elliott that his asshole actually begins to yield to Harvey’s patient fucking. Soon, he’s opening up like daffodil in spring which is good because he’s quickly approaching the part of the blowjob where he figures out that he still has the cock ring on. Which he needs to be wearing, especially with all his whining, but Harvey is concerned that he’ll tighten back up on him when he does.

Thankfully, his hole finally accepts Harvey’s fat cock deep into him before he’s screaming too hard around Elliott’s cock. The redhead lets off of him once Harvey’s deep inside of him in earnest. He remains on his face however, feeling as though he’s earned yet another orgasm.

Elliott and Harvey kiss as he finally starts a proper pace, his tight hole squeezing him hard as thanks. He trembles beneath them as he gets fucked for the first time, his throat trying to whine for more around Elliott, but his cock muffles him. Once Alex makes him cum, Elliott returns to his side, soothing the whining brat as he begs for more.

Alex’s asshole is finally relaxed enough for Harvey to oblige, thrusting his hips at a pace the two could agree on. Once he gets started, it’s easier on Alex from then on, allowing Harvey to get deeper with every thrust. “Oh, fuck! Please!”

Harvey picks up the pace when Alex wraps his arms around his legs and holds them flat to his chest, taking advantage of the better angle to fuck him harder. The harder Harvey goes, the more Alex begs for, his virgin hole taking cock like he’s used to it.

Harvey is finally able to give in to his own desires, the pace he sets is still gentle (gentler than it could be at least) on Alex, but allows him to really pound into him. He finds himself moaning as he thrusts deep into Alex, going faster every time he begs him to.

Now that he’s bloomed for him, Harvey finds it easier to fulfill Alex’s desires as well. When Alex begs him to thrust deeper into him, he does. When Alex begs him to fuck him harder, he does. When Alex begs him to go even faster, he does. The once cocky jock is now a mess under Harvey, his tight little hole spread wide open for yet another married man.

While he is enjoying himself (quite the understatement), Harvey is far from his climax—maintaining his health as he does in no small part to preserve his sexual endurance. But Alex is not. He can feel the harsh drumming of his heartbeat from inside of him and the desperation in every squeeze of his walls. He will not cum, because of the cock ring, obviously, but Harvey would like to see him orgasm anyway. He’d also quite like to be inside of Alex when he has his very first dry orgasm.

As rough as he’s being on Alex, he’s taking it very well, his back arching against the bed and nothing but encouragement spilling from his mouth. Harvey angles his hips just right and plows into his prostate. He doesn’t make much noise, only gasping as he arched his back even harder, furiously jerking himself off even though it won’t make any difference. He continues to gasp for air as he tries to comprehend an orgasm with no feeling of release.

Harvey is gentle as Alex gathers himself, Elliott moving to soothe him again, straddling his chest running and his fingers through his hair. Alex holds onto Elliott, running his fingers through his hair trying to collect himself. Eventually his brain can comprehend the fact that he’s still hard despite having such an intense orgasm. Elliott caresses his face. “Are you ok, baby?” Alex nods.

He tries to clear his throat a little. “It’s just—so… intense.”

Harvey looks down at Alex, his hole squeezing him quite desperately. “Are you sure you want to keep going?”

“Y-yeah. Please.”

Elliott rubs his chest. “Do you want to put your cock in me?” Alex nods. He rises up on his knees and lets Alex position himself so that he can sink down on his cock, semen spilling out of his cunt and all over his stomach. Harvey unclasps the cock ring before Elliott takes all of Alex in.

Elliott and Harvey start to move at the same time. Elliott rises up and sinks down on Alex’s big cock, while Harvey thrusts in and out of his tiny hole. The jock is in absolute ecstasy, whimpering with every movement.

The feeling of sharing a man with his husband always brings Harvey closer to the edge of his orgasm, and he knows very well that Alex doesn’t have much left in him; neither does Elliott, having cum more times in a few hours than most people do over the course of the month. They both still put their all in pleasing Alex, who feels especially lucky as he looks up at the two of them working together to make him cum.

Harvey leans on Elliott’s back as he thrusts into Alex, wrapping his arms around the front of him and groping his tits. Elliott’s cunt throbs at the feeling, making Alex whimper and squeeze Harvey’s cock. He smirks to himself and invites Alex to play with his tits as well, getting him to roll his nipple between two of his fingers. Elliott’s whimpering as he rides Alex makes it clear how close he is to orgasm, his battered cunt trembling around him.

Elliott picks up the pace and so Harvey follows suit, once again chasing a mutual orgasm, only this time Alex gets to cum too instead of just watching. Harvey guides Alex’s hand down from one of Elliott’s tits down to his cock and winks at him. Alex gently jerks him off as Harvey toys with both of his tits.

Elliott isn’t intending to make any noise as he bounces up and down on Alex’s cock, but he can’t keep himself from gasping at every manipulation of a bundle of nerves on his body (his cock, g-spot, and nipples so overstimulated he’s constantly trembling). The head of Alex’s cock threatens to rub up against his g-pot with every rise and fall of his hips.

Harvey angles his hips one last time and pounds into Alex’s prostate, which makes his hips jerk up into Elliott, hitting his g-spot dead on. Elliott’s orgasm is wanton and desperate, Harvey covers his mouth to keep him from screaming as he squirts for the last time. Alex is forced through another earth shattering orgasm as Elliott’s cunt clamps down on him while he struggles through his own. Harvey finally reaches his second orgasm, pumping cum deep in Alex’s now formerly virgin asshole, his body aches and his cock is tired.

They all end up in a bit of pile together, trying to spread out in the bed a bit to give each other space, but being trembling messes of human beings, they mostly fail. Harvey ends up on one side of Alex, Elliott on the other. They put most of what’s left of their energy to making sure that he’s ok, and admittedly he feels kind of awkward. “Uh… did you know about… y’know?”

“Sweetheart, we’re married. I know everything about my husband.” Harvey insists. They both chuckle and kiss Alex on the cheek. He blushes again.

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˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Bachelor's Kinks;:

-> GN/M, OOC?, Cucking, Roleplay, Free Use, Pegging, Worship, Feet, Hentai, Anal, Sex Tapes, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub <-

Alex

Okay hear me out bruh.

Being pegged/dominated.

He's tired of pretending to be a macho tough guy for everyone all the time.

So in the bedroom he'd sooo want you to take control and treat him like your bitch.

Put a collar and leash on him and ride him while you call him a whore!

There are of course times when he wants to toss you around too though.

And he gets rough.

Hair pulling, spanking, rough anal, degrading, pussy slapping, etc...

Elliot

Body worship.

Receiving worship specifically.

Sorry but he gives self-important vibes. I think he'd get off so fucking hard to you worshipping his body and praising him like a god.

He'd love to order you around in bed too, treating you like a little plaything.

But he'd command you in such a gentle, sensual voice at the same time. 🤔

Enjoys multi-piece lingerie too, it's like unwrapping a present!

Harvey

Roleplayyy.

Pretend to be his receptionist when the clinic closes, business casual attire and all.

He'd sit you on the desk and fuck you BOTH silly.

Or pretend to be two strangers at the saloon, looking for a one-night stand or extramarital affair.

That's a classic, and he secretly loooves it.

I don't think he'd have any other notable kinks really.

Very sweet and vanilla man who's easily pleased.

He just loves passionate sex with lots of touching, kissing, and praise.

With the occasional hot and heavy animalistic sesh here and there.

Sam

Free use.

He loves the idea of you letting him fuck you whenever he wants.

He'd fully take advantage of it too.

Oral fixation.

Giving and receiving oral is his favorite sex act.

Loves fucking your mouth and making you deepthroat.

Def puts in a vibrating tongue ring before going down on you.

Sharing is caring! He would definitely let you get fucked by Seb in front of him.

He prefers threesomes so he can fuck you at the same time, but if you just wanna cuck him, then by all means go ahead!

He'd let Abigail fuck you too if you swing that way!

Sebastian

Teasing! 😛

Edge and tease him until he cries, he'd love it.

He loves being used.

Just ride his cock or his face until YOUR fully satisfied.

Kind of into feet.

Sorry but someone had to say it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He'd be soo embarrassed to admit it, but he really wants you to give him a footjob or tease his bulge with your feet.

Mutual masturbation while watching porn.

Better yet, let him fuck your mouth while he watches hentai.

Being cucked. He likes to watch Sam fuck you while he jerks off.

Humiliation.

Go ahead and call him pathetic, a loser, or a perv if you want. He'll just cum harder.

Shane

Assjobs and I'll keep saying it.

Big into anal as well of course.

Loves watching porn while you suck him off or ride him.

Facialsss. Let him cum on your face and take a pic of it baby. 😋

Sex tapes in general too. He likes looking at them in the middle of the night when it's just him.

Or just sending nudes. Yes he will definitely ask you to send shower pics, jerking off vids, etc...

Not really a kink, but I think he's lazy in bed most of the time.

Prefers receiving over giving, likes to lay back and let you do all the work.

Bros a pillow princess.

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teashellscape · 8 months ago

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Harvey x reader: massages (minors dni)

Pairing: sdv Harvey x reader

Synopsis: after a rough, long day on the farm Harvey decides he wants to give you a nice massage with a happy ending.

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), smut, fluffy smut, reader described as having a vagina, massage with a happy ending, oral (reader receiving), toys being used (reader receiving).

Word count: 2.37k

You trudge your way back into the farmhouse, body burning and aching all over; it was always a long day when you had to move heavy stuff about the farm, despite how much you love your work, you always hated those days. Especially when those days occurred mid summer. You walk in and spot your husband over in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine and you slump down on one of the armchairs in the room. You close your eyes and lean your head back before hearing Harvey's footsteps come closer, he places his hands on your shoulders and gives them a nice firm squeeze. "You look like you could use a good massage tonight." He says lowly and gives you a kiss on the head.

"Mmm that would be nice." You look up at him with a small smile and he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Okay, go upstairs and lay down, I'll be up in a minute." He says giving you one more kiss before you stand up and make your way over to the stairs. "Do you want a glass of wine honey?" He calls over.

"Oo yes please!" Once you get into your shared bedroom you sit on the bed and begin stripping off leaving on just your panties, you can't be bothered to put anything away neatly so just throw your clothes across the room into a pile, you then proceed to lay on your stomach with your head being cradled by your arms. Your body exposed to the elements, there's a slight chill in the air giving you small goosebumps. It's a great feeling after being in the sweltering heat all day. You hear Harvey's footsteps coming up the stairs and smile to yourself. He enters the room and you turn around and sit up grabbing your glass of wine from him and taking a nice long sip as he lights a couple of candles.

"Lucky for you, that new massage oil that I ordered arrived today. It's lavender scented." He smiles placing the small bottle on the bed next to you. He plants a kiss on your lips and takes your wineglass, placing it on one of the coasters on your bedside table. You take this as your queue to lay back down. You roll over onto your front and Harvey starts straddling you, you feel the cool oil drip onto your skin and flinch slightly. Harvey chuckles and begin to rub slow, heavy circles on your back making you immediately relax and begin to loosen up.

"Oh wow, god I love it when you give me massages, you have such incredible hands." You moan out feeling all your shoulder muscles contracting and relaxing.

Harvey chuckles and you can practically see that wide smile without even looking behind you. “Well I am a doctor, I should hope I’m good with my hands.” You chuckle to yourself and start to relax even more under the man’s god like hands. “Okay, you want to sit up darling? I can give you a nice shoulder massage them.” He stops what he’s doing and climbs off of you allowing you to sit up. You once again feel that nice, cold oil drip onto your shoulders and Harvey’s firm hands begin to rub. Harvey starts to get closer to you, so close you start to feel his warm breath against the back of your neck. You could feel the goosebumps popping up one by one on your skin and heat begin to pool in your panties. “Mm you have such smooth skin honey, you know that?”

“I do now.” You moan out, chuckling slightly. Harvey keeps getting closer and you can feel his brown curly hair tickling the side of your head. His head turns and you can feel his teeth graze your ear, he slowly moves down and leaves light pecks on your neck. “I love you Harvey.” You whisper to him, placing your hand on top of his on your shoulder. You turn around to face him and he leaves a soft kiss on your lips.

He stays nose to nose with you, “I love you too darling.” He kisses you again with those soft lips. You put your arms around his neck deepening the kiss, every now and then feeling his teeth graze lightly against your lips, slowly without breaking the kiss you both fall backwards onto the bed, Harvey caging your head between his arms. You slip your hands under his shirt, moving them up and down his back slowly, not wanting to miss one bit of his soft skin. You both pull away and take a deep breath, both of you panting slightly. Harvey moves to your neck while he waits for you to catch your breath, licking, sucking and kissing lightly up and down. One of your hands leaves from under his shirt moving upwards to start playing with his soft curls. He leans up and kisses you on the nose making you giggle and him smile before diving back into a deep kiss.

You begin to unbutton his shirt and rub your hands up and down his chest and stomach before wrapping your arms back around his neck. He pulls away quickly to discard of his shirt before giving you a peck on the lips, then your jaw, then neck, collarbone, both your breasts, and starts to leave multiple kisses on your stomach, all while massaging your thighs with his big hands. The deep massage makes you begin to moan again quietly making Harvey smile against your abdomen,. He continues to leave kisses on your soft stomach and nipping at the sensitive parts, while his hand moves up from your thigh to your little bundle of nerves, he starts rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your panties making you mewl and move your hand back to his head tangling in his curls.

Harvey stops kissing your stomach and is smiling against your skin, his eyes looking up focused completely on you. “Do you want me to keep moving down darling?” He says in a low slightly gruffer voice than usual which makes your legs begin to tingle. You can only nod in agreement, his hand already making quick work on you. His finger starts to slowly trace circles around your entrance making you clench, begging for some friction down there. He plants a light kiss on your vagina over your panties and hooks his fingers round them slipping down your legs; slowly he slips his middle finger in and starts to curl it upwards in slow gentle motions, making you whine out. And then his tongue begins to work, lapping up your juices making slow circles on your clit, he sometimes stops and moves in closer to suck on it and lets out moans to add vibrations sending you crazy under his touch.

“Oh fuck Harvey, feels so good-“ you moan out, your legs wrapping around his head and your hand making a tighter grip in his hair. The doctor slowly inserts a second finger, quickening the pace of the curling motion while adding thrusting to the mix, you close your eyes in absolute bliss feeling your heart pounding out of your chest. Harvey pulls away for a second causing you to tangle your hand more in his hair and try and push him back, he chuckles.

“Fucking insatiable-“ he mutters through a smile. “Be patient darling.” He pulled his fingers out and made his way over to your bedside drawer pulling out a dildo and some lube. He makes his way back over to you and dribbles some cold lube onto your already dripping cunt. He slowly begins inserting the toy into your entrance and starts to thrust it in and out in slow, agonising motions. Harvey dips his head back down and continues to use his god like tongue on your bundle of nerves while continuing to thrust the dildo in and out stretching you out, ready for him.

“Oh fuck, oh shit.” You moan out feeling that hot knot building in your stomach. You didn’t even have to wait for it to explode, you felt your legs start shaking, Harvey wrapping his arm around one of them in attempt to calm the shaking. The orgasm felt like it lasted forever before he pulled the dildo out and started pulling down his own trousers, letting his erection spring free from his boxers. You watch him with half lidded walk over to the draw slowly pumping his dick in his hand, he grabs a condom from the drawer that he got the dildo from, rips it open and slides it onto his length. He climbed back on top, you wrap your legs around his torso and tangle your fingers in his brown curly locks to pull him in for deep kiss.

Harvey buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your shoulder, you feel his teeth grazing your skin as he begins to insert himself into you. You both let out a mix of a sighs and moans and he stays there for a moment to give you time to adjust. Once you’ve adjusted you start to shift your hips trying to thrust him in and out yourself, the doctor lets out a quiet chuckle against your shoulder and begins to slide himself in and out and a slow comfortable pace letting out soft moans while doing so. “Oh fuck.” Harvey whispers against your skin. You both let out quiet moans and Harvey starts to bite down lightly on yours shoulder as he makes his thrusts harder but not changing the pace. You gasp and start to run your fingernails down his back, stopping eventually to grab onto his shoulders, still digging your nails in slightly.

“Shit-” Harvey moans out, keeping his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, leaving light kisses and sucks in his wake. You both moan, whine and mewl in unison. Harvey balances himself on one arm and snakes one hand back down to your clit and starts slowly toying with the tiny sweet spot. The doctor moves his head from the crook of your neck to kiss you, a long steamy kiss with you biting down on his lip every now and again making him moan out. The way he fucks you, it’s like he’s worshiping every part of your body like you’re his own personal god. You start to feel a knot tightening in your stomach and you can tell Harvey’s close too when his circles around your clit begin to speed up, trying desperately to get you to cum before he does. And fuck does it work. You feel your entire body start to shake, especially your legs; it’s so intense you’re seeing stars.

“Fuck! Harvey, oh shit!” You close your eyes tight and ride out the high, as Harvey does the same. His head is again buried into your shoulder and he bites down hard onto it moaning out loud, the action only brings more pleasure to your already incredible orgasm.

Once the high dies down you just stay there for a minute, Harvey rises from your shoulder again and leaves a light peck on your lip before pulling out. Nothing is said yet, nothing needs to be said yet. He gets up and disposes of the condom before lying next to you on your bed, you both turn to look at each other and for a moment just stare into each others eyes, smiling. “Are you okay? Aching at all?” He asks moving his hand to lightly caress your cheek. You shake your head. “Good, why don’t we go and get a nice bath to get cleaned up?” He asks and knows the answer as soon as he sees the look on your face.

“Do you want me to run it?” You ask.

“No honey, I’ve got it, you keep relaxing.” He sits up. “I love you.” He leaves another soft kiss on your lips and gets up to go into the bathroom.

“I love you too.”

Harvey’s head pokes back round the door frame. “Oh darling, don’t forget your wine.” He smiles making you giggle.

“I won’t!”

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#7|Stockings/Tights|#7

Harvey x Reader - Word Count - 2k

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“Thank you for coming. I’ll be in touch.”

Harvey made the right choice in hiring you.

A pretty fresh face from Zuzu city, looking for a quieter life within the depths of the Valley, stumbling into his clinic with a wad of papers and a doe-eyed smile plastered on your face. Your resume was competent, littered with experience for the receptionist position you had inquired about, working through the corporations of Joja – A seemingly common backstory for many folk moving into the town

You were dressed up for the interview, proper in your posture, a cute effort put into your appearance; tasteful blouse snug to your torso, hair styled and tidy, pencil skirt wrapped around your hips and waist- All neat and proper, with a pair of sheer nylon black tights hugging sweetly at the soft flesh of your thighs. Now, the doctor couldn't help but let his eyes flick down, a gulp of a swallow going down his gullet, Adam’s apple bobbing obnoxiously behind the skin of his throat. You were a sight, really. Something about the proper office attire intriguing the man, hugging all the right places while still looking respectable, put together-

Who was he kidding? He surely wasn’t fooling himself.

His gaze stays stuck on your thighs, one eye squinting enough to reveal the subtle wrinkle of crow's feet forming at the outer corner. His head nods with a tilt, half listening to the answers to his questions while his eyes rake down to your calves, appreciating the way those tights accentuated your legs, how the taught material hugged snug enough to cast a soft shadow over them, letting the skin behind bleed through enough for him to see.

He hires you easily, adopting you into the clinic space with a kind, squinted-eyed smile, mostly hidden behind the brush of his moustache.

Days at the office become a little harder over the coming weeks. In more ways than one. Distracting. In more ways than one. Blood rushing off to the wrong parts of the body, causing various.. Issues to present themselves during Harvey’s day.

The Doctor can’t help but sneak a few lingering glances through the doorway of his examination room, door pinned back into the wall by the stopper to offer up such a view. The back of the front desk is rather accessible to his gaze, it's easy for his eyes to wander up and stick. Especially when he catches you popping off that squeaky office chair, reaching up to grab a pen off of the high counter, skirt riding up, up, up, your thighs. Your stocking-clad skin exposed, stretched fabric clung to your supple thighs with the subtle peeking swell of your ass all on display.

One of his most favourite times of the day is when you fetch him a nice hot brew of coffee. Carefully bringing the mug to his desk, even bending to set the ceramic mug down gently without a spill. Thank Yoba for gracing him with such a low office chair, having the perfect view of your legs, up close and personal as you stand by, running him through his appointments for the day, fidgeting as you talk. Asking you question upon question just to keep you around for longer.

God forbid he has a meeting with you. Harvey's eyes are a little shameless, milky browns darting down to the squish of your thighs, appreciating the way the fabric stretches over your knees, trailing down to your tights-covered feet, hidden away by the wrap of your proper and tidy shoes. Would you stretch your leg and tease him through his trousers? Nylon pantyhose taught against your toes while you rub the thick bulge budding behind the seam of them? Rubbing, knocking, digging the heel of your soul into his groin, letting the course material zip against the fabric of his pants. Would you spread your thighs apart for him to see the bright flash of your panties cut through the sheer, black material-? Just like that.

He’s snatching a long-lasting look when you cross one leg over the other, flashing him in your attempt to get comfortable in your chair. His lip twitches, chest heaving out a poorly hidden sigh as he readjusts the frames of his glasses. He hopes you don't notice- Hopes your focus is all on your clipboard while you scribble and scrawl down his half-assed answers and not the way his pink tongue darts at his lip with a lick.

The day you came in with a pair of fine-hole fishnets had the doctor choking on his morning coffee. It was almost like you were teasing him- Pinching and pulling at the material all day, separating those little diamond shapes from your skin, leaving raw little indents behind from where you sat against the material. These were even lovelier on your skin, creating such intricate optical illusions it even had him double-taking and second-guessing if he even wore the correct glasses today. Dynamic and sexy, even harder to keep his prying eyes away, drawn to the sweet kinetic shine of the skimpy fabric under the sickly fluorescent lights.

Snap, snap. More pinches of those fishnet tights, fidgety and distracting for the both of you, making you squirm in your chair, huffing softly in frustration, overstimulating yourself with your choice of clothes that day.

Yoba, he’d help you if he could, wouldn't he?

Just a little rip of those stingy little diamonds, a scratchy twangy noise while he frees you from the confines of the material. Enough of a hole to slip his length into, have the coarse squeeze of fabric wrap around him, a second stimulation from the first- If you know what he means.

He could just imagine it. Pressing his palms into your thighs, spreading them nicely, letting the stringy diamond pattern dig and cut into his own skin, leaving a nice red-raw indent. It’d mark you too, pressed with his own weight, etching into your skin, that webbed pattern stinging and itchy just as it irritates his hands all the same way.

He doesn't know how it actually happens exactly.

Perhaps it's weeks of complimenting your outfits, buttering you up with morning drinks to brighten up your day, perhaps it's the special treatment he shamelessly praises upon you. The Doctor's coat? Neat and tidy grey-stricken curls indicating his mature age? The quirk of his personality shining under the steady professional persona? Perhaps you fed on his attentions, soaked them in over the course of knowing him.

Whatever it was, the man wasn't going to mull over it.

He had you.

Tumbling into the space of the clinic’s broom closet, bumping into forgotten appliances, spine pressing uncomfortably into the jut of a long-ago broken cabinet. Knocking into a mop, letting the poor thing clatter to the floor, bumping a shelf with a clink of trinkets long forgotten, all in a feverish motion to kiss and nip into each other's lips.

Clumsy, clattering, teeth clipping teeth with the desperate nature of your kisses, groaning into your mouth with parted lips, tongue swirling, breaths mingling together huff after huff.

His hands squeeze into you, holding you firm in his grasp, long, dexterous fingers wrapping around your hips. He gropes, palms expertly massaging into your body as his hands slide down, aiming to hook into the bottom of your skirt. He lifts it, letting the stiff fabric rise and stay, folded messily against your tummy. He sighs in bliss, palms back on you, groping lovingly into the coarse fabric covering your outer thighs. The micro threads irritate his skin with his pressing, stinging just the way he needed, blunt fingernails scratching into your pantyhose covered thighs with zippy noises.

Hands travel, soft palms pressed into the hairs on his chest, breaching his half-unbuttoned shirt with your own touches. His own make their way between your legs, hand tilted to face you, digits rubbing down, pressing soft rolls of his fingers against the taut fabric covering your clothed cunt. So, so warm- The supple heat of your pussy and the friction of fabric, palm heated sweetly as it presses into your clit, taking your desperate grinds with a rubbing cup of your mound. You moan in his mouth, a desperate plea of his professional title, “Doctor,” you mewl, your own hands moving to cup the bulge pushing against the tight seam of his trousers.

It's an easy dance, mutually pleasuring each other with the touch of your hands, stroking, rubbing, circling all until someone snaps.

Harvey easily manhandles you, taking out the pent-up sexual tension that had been building up in his gut for weeks, finally doing something with the energy. You spin on the spot, back pressed into the warmth of his bare chest, neck attacked with prickly kisses right on your sensitive pulse points, beating under his teeth and tongue. All while his arm slings snuggly around your middle, pulling you nice and close, palm rubbing a soothe up and down your ribs.

Harvey’s free hand works at his pants, unbuckling the tight belt hugging at his waist, metal clinking against itself before the thick leather comes off with a grind of fabric on fabric. The buckle clinks roughly to the floor, singing with a metallic jingle already forgotten by the man as he works his thumb through the button of his fly.

His cock is freed, thick and tan, drooly at his tip, crying sweet weeps out just for you. He fists it a few times, jerking it with wet strokes as his lips halt and part open on your neck, sighing a hot breath into the supple spot under your ear, moustache grazing your skin with the motion. Yoba, it's probably a pitiful display but how can he care? When you lean back into him, rubbing your ass on the mushroom tip of his dick, craning your head back to lick and kiss against his lips. You keen into him, spreading your legs giving access, coaxing him to nestle his length between them.

You were too good to him. Having his chubby, dribbly cock nestled sweetly between your thighs, hugged so warm by the tight squish, feeling that rougher material of your tights graze against the velvet skin of his length. Skirt ridden up, cock thrusting against the rough material covering your pussy, his dribbled head perfectly on display, peeking from between your legs. Poke, poke, poke, all flushed pinky-purple, throbbing with each rough push, leaking messy beads of pre-cum into the shiny, stretchy fabric.

He moans softly, free noises breathed out from his lungs, sighs tainted with the vibration of his voice- Nearly wordless praises murmured into the quiet air of the closet, save for the rub of stretched nylon rubbing against itself as he fucks his length between your thighs. His hand rubs at your clit, through that rough pantyhose material, skilled and precise fingers pressing quick circles on your clothed bud.

Despite all those layers, he can still feel the soft slick of your cunt – On his hand, on his cock- dribbling through your panties and tights, joining in on the slick-wet mess between your thighs. The friction is a decedent feeling, rough and warm and yet still silky-soft, fabric chafing against itself with every rolling hump of his hips.

He was getting closer- God he was. It was impossible not to-

“Yoba.. I love it when you wear these..” Harvey manages, huffing through his sentence, a choppy murmur gravelled up from his throat.

“I know..~” You call with a light giggle rolling your hips with him, squeaking excited little noises every time he kissed and rubbed.

He groans out loud, tipping his head back with a bitten lip, sweet, milky brown eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cock throbs sticky pulses within the squeeze of your thighs. Messy, staining, milky cum spilling against your clothed cunt in stuttered ropey spurts. Arm tightening around your waist, fingers turning into sloppy rubs, curling into your cum soaked tights with each hard sputter of his cock.

Yeah.

Harvey made the right choice in hiring you.

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