i drew this scene in teen wolf of stiles a bit ago . . episode 22 of season 3 !
“pretty boy, consumed by death.”
{ november 24th 2025 }
aaaaaalsoo.. should i start posting fanfics on here i have no idea if they’d be read, (most likely teen wolf / maze runner trilogy, but other DOB characters are on the table)
dylan is such a beautiful soul, not only is he hilarious, but he’s brilliant, and so naturally talented, he’s got this special combination of ethereal energy and charm, as well as a beauty i’ve never seen so profound in my life, ever. he’s my comfort person and i’m so inspired by him. i love dylan!!!
A/N: my tumblr is being so glitchy on the app so I’m uploading this from the website lmao. Love this trope to death if you couldn’t tell!!!! Gonna lock in for the rest of bingo. Uploads EVERYDAY.
Hi! So I was the anon that asked about size difference and I’m happy that you like it :) my request would be Harvey with a reader that’s on the shorter or petite side. Harvey cannot contain the thoughts running through his mind when his clothes easily drown you or how both your hands can be covered by his. I can just imagine him fucking the reader deep and groaning when he sees her tummy bulge 🙈
{My Hands, Your Lips} Reader x Harvey Specter
I'm gonna pretend I'm not as turned on by the thought of Harvey pushing my knees up to my ears and making fun of how much smaller I am than he is. Toootalllyyy not gonna do that... ahaha- Anywaaayyy enjoy!!! Title inspired by this song.
“Harvey, don't you think I should wear heels with the dress? If I don’t then I barely come up to your chest.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “No heels.”
“Why are you so adamant that I shouldn’t wear heels tonight?” I didn’t mind taking opinions from him every once in a while, but he rarely tells me not to wear something.
“You don’t need to make yourself taller, Yn,” he whispered, placing his hands on my shoulders. “You’re too fucking pretty for anyones good, and I don’t need the people at this party thinking they have a chance.”
There has been something off about him for the last few days anyway. He’s been more pent up than usual. A lot more… touchy. Specifically picking me up and putting me wherever he wants. Setting me on the counter while he’s cooking, picking me up and throwing me on the bed before we go to sleep. Nothing overly sexual, but it’s clear there’s been something else going on.
“What’s been up with you lately?” I ask straight up.
“Nothing, I just don’t want you to wear heels.”
“Why don’t you want me to wear heels?”
“Because, I asked you not to.”
I tilted my head to the side. Let's see if this theory is correct. “Is it because you want me to be smaller than you?”
“Yn, don’t.”
Ding ding ding!
A smirk brightens onto my face. I’ve suspected for a while now that Harvey has a thing for how much smaller I am than him. It’s clear he’s been trying to tell me– or rather cryptically showing me by physically demonstrating so.
The grin only gets wider.
“I asked you nicely once. Don’t.”
I rolled my eyes, “Fine, you win. Be mysterious and oddly demanding about what I wear.”
Before I could even reach for the pair of heels I was planning to wear, Harvey had gripped my arm, spun me around, and his hand was around my throat.
“You know no matter what you wear, you look stunning. And if you must know, I think everyone’s focus is going to be on you anyway tonight. And I don’t need everyone staring at what’s mine.”
Oh. OH. Oh my.
I genuinely didn’t have a response other than a shiver rolling through my body. I knew he felt it because his grip tightened, both on my hip and around my neck.
“You know you can wear whatever you want, but just know, I’m willing to deal with the consequences of anyone who looks for too long.”
“Harvey, that’s a little extreme,” I chuckle, trying to make light of a clearly serious topic for him. “What about this particular event has got you so stressed out about everyone looking at me?”
“It’s our first formal, corporate event together,” Harvey explains. “No one has ever seen you all dressed up. And I’m not sure I want them to because… fuck, Yn you looks so good tonight.”
The compliment makes my heart mushy. “Harvey, you know I’d never-”
“It’s not about that. Of course I know you won’t let anything happen. It’s everyone else’s grubby little hands I’m worried about. It’s a dog eat dog mentality in the world of law. Everyone at the event is not afraid to take what they want, go after it with everything they’ve got.”
“So it’s going to be a room full of men like you? And Jessica, of course. I’m excited to meet more women like Jessica. Oh! Will–”
Harvey cuts off my question with a deep laugh. He spins me around and places his hands on my hips while he looks down at me. “I literally just told you that every man here will want to have a piece of you, and you’re more worried about meeting more women like Jessica?”
“Yup,” I nod, pressing up on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Because I know you will keep me safe.”
I watched his eyes change. The smile faded and I felt his grip tighten. Again. “Fuck Yn you always know just what to say.”
I let my arms fall around his shoulders, our fronts cradled close. “And I say lets get the fuck out of here and go party.”
~~~~~~
Ray stops the car at the base of the staircase that led up to this gorgeous venue. We were in Washington D.C. for this conference. Lawyers and other legal personnel from all over the country were invited to network and do whatever other corporate bullshit they desire. There were guest speakers, of which Jessica was invited to give a talk on her journey of being a first in class Harvard graduate.
Bad. Ass.
There had been a convention with a ton of vendors, a cooking class, and a shitload of corporate jargon. Being in a room, albeit a very big room, with hundreds of lawyers was starting to eat away at my brain cells. I’m glad it’s the last event of the week.
The gala.
The streets were lined with luxurious cars and limos, guests exiting and ascending the staircase in their finest glam. Everyone looks exquisite and propper. Who doesn’t love to play dress-up every now and then?
Per Harvey’s request, I did not wear heels. I settled for a pair of black sandals with a pearled band around the ankle. They did have a small heel. Frankly everything I wore that wasn’t flip-flops had a bit of a heel to it. But they weren’t the stiletto pumps I was going to dawn instead.
I had bought those shoes to specifically go with this dress too. And this dress… It had one inch straps that formed a square neckline. The bodice had corset paneling that was lined with sheer lace. The skirt hugged my hips and then the slit opened it up. Gorgeous. And I had a coupon. Win win.
With my hand wrapped around Harvey’s arm, we walked in together, greeting people left and right. I was finally beginning to understand just how powerful Harvey actually is in the world of law. Everyone knows he is. Sean Evans, a guest speaker from Seattle, even knew who he was. We were watching his speech on how to give a thorough deposition, and he called Harvey out by name from the crowd.
Wild shit going on here. I was just content being arm candy all night.
“Ahh, there he is,” Jessica calls out from the cocktail bar. “Harvey, Yn, this is Michael Bunting, one of my old professors from Harvard.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Specter. I’ve heard many things about you, glad to finally be able to meet in person,” Michael smiled pleasantly, shaking Harvey’s hand firmly. “And you must be Mrs. Specter.”
“Oh, no no I’m-”
“Not yet,” Harvey cuts in. I give him a raised eyebrow and he just winks at me.
Well… guess we’re gonna talk about that later.
“Let me buy you each a drink,” Michael offers.
“No drinks for us tonight, but thank you anyway. It’s kind to offer.”
Okay, clearly Harvey has some sort of ulterior motive for later tonight because when has he ever turned down a free drink? I sort of pay attention to whatever Harvard/lawyer lingo their yapping about, but it doesn’t strike any of my interests. I see Rachel and Mike across the room so I pat Harvey on the shoulder and ditch him for her.
Before I can get a few steps, he tugs me right into his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
My knees go a little weak. “Just to chat with Rachel.”
“I’ll walk you over.”
“That’s a little much, Harvey.” I ‘adjust’ his tie to give my hands something to do. “Besides, you’re chatting with that professor. I have no fucking clue what you all are talking about, and I need Rachel’s opinion on a new curling iron I was gonna buy.”
“Trust me, the last thing I want to be doing is chatting with Michael Bunting. That guy doesn’t know his left shoe from his right shoe.”
Curious, I look down at his feet. I’ll be damned. His left shoe is on his right foot. Seriously.
“Huh, a bit ironic isn’t it? An established Harvard law professor doesn’t know which shoe belongs on what foot.”
“See where I’m getting with this? Wherever you go, I go.”
With a playful smile, I ask, “What happens when I need to go to the bathroom?”
He bends his head down and whispers in my ear. “Trust me, you don’t want me to come in there with you, sweetheart.” It doesn’t take long before a pulse settles between my thighs. Harvey just chuckles, kissing the space behind my ear. “I bet you’d like me to follow you, huh? Lock the door. Bend you over the sink. One hand in your hair, pulling it back so you have to watch in the mirror. The other covering your mouth because you don’t know how to be quiet.”
Suddenly, my curling iron questions seem inferior to what is happening.
I knew he was pent up, but this is… this is different.
“So yes, I will be escorting you anywhere you wanna go tonight. Understand?”
All I could manage was a nod. Harvey has always been dominant, but this is uncharted territory for our relationship. And I’m kind of fucking loving it.
He pulls away from my space and grabs my hand, dragging me behind him. Curse him and those long legs. I have to skip a step and then another one so I can stay behind him. With his shoulders blocking the way, I can’t see where we’re going. To the bathroom? A coat closet? Maybe to-
“Rachel, Mike,” he greets. I have to fight to keep the frown at bay.
“Yn!” Rachel says elatedly. “God, you look stunning. Where did you get that dress? And those sandals are adorable!”
“Have fun,” Harvey spoke softly, kissing the back of my hand before leaving me with Rachel.
I tell her all about the dress and the sandals, and about Harvey not wanting me to wear heels. And the… context to it as well. She had a knowing smirk on her face. Mike left us to our devices after he heard her say ‘I think you’re going to need to take a sick day after what Harvey is going to do to you’.
Oh how I wish she’s right.
“I mean, is it that bad?”
“Is what that bad?” She quirks her head to the side, sipping whatever pink, goddess looking cocktail she has. It literally has glitter in it.
“The height difference.”
Her eyes scan me up and down, “Well, it’s certainly more apparent without the heels, that’s for sure. But I mean it’s cute. He’s like a head and a half taller than you.”
“It’s like standing next to a giraffe. I know Harvey isn’t that tall, I think I’m just that short, you know? It’s annoying. I have to look so far up at him. And I had the cutests shoes I was gonna wear with this dress. ‘Till mister ‘I can reach the top shelf everywhere’ told me not to.”
Rachel snorted, a drop or two or seven of her cocktail spewing out from her lips. “Yn, you look hot no matter what you wear. And if Donna was here to scold you, she’d say something along the lines of ‘there isn’t anything a bit of pouty lips and fuck me eyes can’t do’. So, since Donna isn’t here, go give Harvey some pouty lips and fuck me eyes.”
I just smile. I love Rachel so much. “I would go find him, but he might pull me into a backroom and literally beat my ass. He walked me over here just so he wouldn’t lose sight of me.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Both of us laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but it is kinda true. I could easily disappear and no one would notice. Literally. I might be the smallest one here and it would be easy to stick to the wall and–
“Excuse me, ladies, but might one of you point me in the direction of the nearest balcony?”
I looked over my shoulder to a man who had a charming smile. His hair was combed back and he had on a tux. As if it would help, I stood on my toes and tried to look for one, but legit couldn’t see a thing.
Rachel had a nasty look on her face. I looked between the two of them, waiting for… something to happen.
“Zane.”
“It’s Ross, actually. But I’m sure you already knew that, Tanner.”
“Uhh–” they clearly know each other.
“Who’s your friend?” This Tanner guy asks. He looks at me and takes a sip of his drink.
“You don’t need to know, beat it.”
Oh, so this is obviously an ex or something. He looks a little older, but who am I to judge?
“I’m Travis Tanner,” he extends a hand. “An old friend of the frim.”
“Take your sleazy hands somewhere else, Tanner,” Rachel takes a step towards him, standing shoulder to shoulder with me.
“Relax, Ross,” he says. “I’m just trying to talk to her. I didn’t ask for her hand in holy matrimony. Go find that little associate of yours so I can buy her a drink.”
I felt a presence behind me, then an arm slip around my waist. The cologne I picked out earlier this morning wafted around me and I let myself lean into Harvey.
“Say one more thing to her and I’ll put you on the floor, Tanner.”
I have never heard Harvey sound so threatening.
I watched his brown eyes go from me, and then distinctly up to Harvey. “Of course.”
That grip around my hip tightened and I laid my palm over his hand to get him to relax. It did nothing. “Rachel, would you mind going to find Mike for me? I need to ask him a few questions on what the expected sentence time is for a man who is about to make another unrecognizable to his face ID.”
“Gladly,” she says, marching off to my left.
“Darling, you’re seriously with a man who is verbally threatening to beat the shit out of another?”
“I’m about to get a whistle and referee the match because I think Harvey would like to go a few rounds with you,” I state my view on the matter.
Travis grins at me. “I see why you like her. She’s feisty, can pack a punch in that small frame of hers.”
I can feel Harvey take a deep, steadying breath. “My love?”
“Hmm?” I look up at him.
“Get behind me.”
“Harvey–” He gently unwinds his arm around my waist and steps in front of me. The taught muscles in his shoulders pop out through his shirt. He ditched his jacket somewhere along the way.
I look over to my left just as Rachel finds Mike. She whispers something to him and I watch as his whole face changes. He whips his head around and we lock eyes. With his drink forgotten on the small bar-top table, he heads for our direction.
“Make a comment about my girl again, and I swear to God I will knock your teeth out.”
“Relax, Harvey. Why don’t you ask her what she would like to do. You seem to be awfully keen on making decisions for her,” Travis suggests. What a cocky son of a bitch. Does he actually think I’d give up Harvey for him? What a fucking joke.
“I think you’re right,” Harvey agrees. He steps to the side just as Mike gets there. “What do you think, sweetheart? Would you like to sucker punch him or shall I?”
I can’t help the evil look that crosses my face. Instead of answering him, I simply grab a hold of his tie and yank his lips down to mine. He answers with a vicious bite, groaning into my mouth. His palm finds my neck, not being shy about the show.
When I pull away, I’m left breathless and more than a little turned on. I know my lipstick is smudged to hell because I can see it on Harvey’s mouth. With a wicked smirk, I turn to Travis, who is red all over. “I think I’d just rather show him all he’ll never be able to touch.”
Harvey, again, plants himself behind me, but keeps his hand wrapped around my throat. “You heard her, Tanner. If I were you, I’d probably try, too. She is one of a kind. But she’s mine. She lives in my home. Eats the meals I cook for her. Wears my shirt after I’ve fucked her until she’s whimpering my name. She’ll have my ring on her finger one day. Have my last name. ‘Yn Specter’ sounds a whole lot better than ‘Yn Tanner’, don’t you think? So, while you still have your dignity–no matter how many times I have to take it from you in court–I suggest you get the fuck out of here. Now. And if I ever hear of you talking about her, I’ll break more than your teeth.”
Everyone had a look of shock across their face. Including me.
Without a parting word, Tanner left. I felt Harvey let out a breath as he dropped his hand from my throat.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Mostly for the fact that I didn’t have to call the police to report a homicide and then run off into the sunset to escape for being a possible accomplice.
“Well,” Mike scratches the back of his head, clearing his throat. “That was certainly… something.”
“What the hell is going on over here?” Jessica steps into our circle. “And why the hell did I just see Travis Tanner practically sprinting towards the exit?”
“He tried to put the hots on Yn,” Rachel has the most sinister look on her face. I give her a look that screams ‘really?’. She just mouths ‘good dick tonight’ before winking at me.
Is it bad I was already thinking the same thing?
“What the hell did you say to him?” Jessica asks Harvey.
“Trust me you do not wanna know,” Mike says before Harvey has the chance to elaborate. “I think I need to go bleach my ears.”
Rachel just laughs at him. “We’ll see you guys back at the office on Monday.”
As they leave, Jessica looks at the two of us expectantly. “Well?”
“Just be thankful that what came out of his mouth didn’t become reality. Otherwise there might be a lawsuit on your hands,” I explained. “I took care of it.”
“So what I’m hearing is I should hire you to defuse all of the fires Harvey tends to ignite?”
I giggle, stepping into his side. “I think that spark is the exact reason you hired him in the first place.”
Harvey glances down at me, a fond, proud look in his eyes. He kisses the top of my head. “Plus, if you hired her, I’m not sure my production value would go up.”
“Well, now that that image is burned into my head, I’m gonna go drink it away. Oh, and Harvey?”
“Yes?”
“The next time you get the chance to punch Travis Tanner in the face, don’t hesitate.”
I stared at Jessica in disbelief, jaw to the floor. “I knew I liked her.”
“Yn,” Harvey spins me around to face him. He takes my face in his hands, scanning my eyes back and forth. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, he was just–”
“Did he try to touch you? Did he actually touch you?”
I remove his hands from my face, grasping them in my own. “No, Harvey. He didn’t. I’m not sure Rachel would’ve let him take another step anyway. Who is that guy? Why do we all collectively hate his guts?
“I’ll tell you on the way home.”
“We’re leaving?”
“Fuck yes,” he hooks two fingers in his tie and yanks it loose. “I can’t stand being here anymore and I can’t stand seeing men gawk at what’s mine either.”
“Harvey, I don’t think everyone is gawking at me.”
So fast the room blurs, he pins my back to his front and grips my chin. “Just look around, Yn. Notice how everyone is sneaking glances at you? Even if they're with a date, everyone has their eyes on you. They always have their eyes on you. Fuck Yn… you have no idea just how easily you could bring all of them to their knees.”
“The only man in this room I want to see on their knees is you while you're between mine.”
Hearing the tremor in his breath does more things to me than I’d care to admit. “You’re gonna regret saying that. Let's go.”
~~~~~
On the car ride back, Harvey explains everything that has to do with Travis Tanner. Safe to say I am now a certified hater. What a fucking cunt. An actual asshole. And now knowing that he’s crossed and fucked with so many people I love and care about? Next time I see him I’ll put my fist through his face.
Bitch.
Enough thinking about this dick-wad. I have Harvey literally dragging me down the hallway from the elevator to his door. He shoves the key in on the first try (thank god) and slams it closed. My skin is on fire with a need for his lips all over me.
I don’t care where.
I need him everywhere.
He easily picks me up and bends me over the side of the couch. Harvey’s hands carefully remove my sandals, placing kisses up my calves as he goes. Those skilled fingers of his move my skirt out of the way, pushing it up over my ass.
He pauses. And I grin.
“You are such a little devil, aren’t you?” A single finger trails up the inside of my thigh. Then a hand cracks down on my ass. My very bare ass. Did I purposefully not wear anything underneath? Yes. I absolutely did.
“I figured you wouldn’t want to waste time.”
“Please,” he scoffs, “getting the privilege of undressing you is no waste of time.”
My heart aches. How could I have gotten a man with the most perfect mix of worship and corruption?
Harvey stands and presses his need into me. “Feel that? God Yn, you have no fucking clue what you do to me, do you? It still amazes me every time, how you take me so well.”
“I just like being good for you,” I admit. He grinds his hips harder, pushing me deeper over the couch.
“Yeah? Gonna be good and take it, huh?” I nod as best I can. “Yeah, I know you will. On your knees first, pretty girl.”
There isn’t anything I’m not willing to do for Harvey when he calls me his pretty girl. It’s just a fact.
Heat courses through me as I sink to my knees, staring at him. All the way up… Fuck he is so much bigger than I am. This might be the first time I’m truly noticing it.
One button at a time, he undoes his shirt. He throws it to the side, making a show of the belt next.
“Give me your hands.” I give my wrists to him, watching carefully as he folds the belt into a figure-eight and gives it a tug into place. “Now open up, tongue out.”
A rough hand on my chin makes me open my mouth wide, tongue rolling out. He rolls his against his cheek, then spits in my mouth. The whimper I let out is embarrassing. I can’t help the flush that burns up my neck and to my cheeks.
“You’re fucking mine.”
I’m breathless as he shoves down his dress pants and boxers. I don’t even get a chance to admire him before Harvey shoves all the way down my throat. Tears sting my eyes when I gag, but the feeling of him against my tongue outweighs my need for air.
“For every tear that rolls down your pretty little face, I’m gonna make you cum that many times.”
Oh dear God…
Okay, I have to focus.
I am careful about my breath control. Between the taste and the sound of him it’s incredibly difficult to focus on anything other than the outrageous throbbing between my legs.
“Fuck, just like that pretty girl. Keep taking it so well and I’ll give you anything you want.”
He knows how to make my brain melt. I relax, letting him all the way down. He stays there, pelvis to my nose for a few seconds. I know he likes watching the tears form in my eyes, so I look up at him.
“Aww, I know it’s so big for you. But you’re doing such a good job, Yn. Just a little more then I’ll give you what you really want. F-Fuck that feels so good.”
I grin internally, knowing he loves it when I press my tongue up onto the underside of his dick. I do it a few more times while he thrusts in and out, more than enjoying hearing him fall apart.
For a few minutes, he rocks in and out. An abundance of praise falling from his lips. Telling me how pretty I look, explaining how I’m his and only his to see like this. I’d have no one else ever again. He has ruined me for anyone else.
Precisely how I want it.
“You wanna cum, don’t you, pretty thing?” Harvey mocks, grabbing my hair at the root and nodding it for me. “Yeah I know you do, you love it when I make you cum. Show me those tears, baby. As many as you want. Wanna make you feel so fucking good.”
When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I choke. And he does it again, eyes trained on mine. I feel the tears swell up. Not too many, I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.
On purpose, he does it again. And again. And again until twin tears are rolling down my cheeks. One from each eye.
“Two? Come on, I think you want more than that, don’t you?” I shake my head no, but he doesn’t let up. “If you don’t want more, then don’t let any others slip, sweetheart. I’m not done fucking your mouth yet.”
It’s relentless. His pace is nothing short of brutal, and it takes everything in me not to start sobbing. I tried to close my eyes, but he ripped his dick out of me so fast I almost fell over.
“Did I fucking tell you to close your eyes?”
“N-No Harvey,” I whisper.
“Then keep them open.”
I have no choice but to obey. Somehow, I don’t let anymore breach the boundaries of my lashes. He didn’t wanna finish down my throat, so he pulled out and brought me to my feet. He thumbs my swollen lips, and I gently suck his finger.
“You are gonna be the death of me, woman.”
“What a way to go,” I chide, earning myself a smack on the ass.
“Bed. Now.”
“Yes sir,” I respond, relishing the way his eyes darken. He removes the belt from my wrists, kissing the red marks. He picks me up, wraps my legs around his hips, and walks us to our room.
The air in there is cold and my skin breaks into goosebumps. Or maybe it’s just the way he’s kissing me. Like he's worried I’m not real, some dream he’s going to wake up from. Desperate. Needy. Deprived. His hands grab around my waist and he throws me off of him. I land on the bed, about to prop myself up before he grabs my ankles and yanks me to the end of the bed.
For a few moments, he just stares at me, guiding my legs open against the bed. His eyes ravaged me. An expression I’ve never quite seen before washes over him. His palms swallow my thighs. He pushes, pushes, pushes until they’re flat against the covers. Harvey goes to say something, but retracts it.
“What, Harvey?”
He looks up at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me naked. And it is most certainly not the first time he’s seen me naked.
“You’re just… fuck Yn you are so small compared to me.”
“I knew you had a thing for it,” I confirmed my hunch.
“Seeing you tonight, without the heels on… it just did something to me. Something visceral. Something carnal. Knowing I can so easily do anything I want…”
Harvey knelt to the floor. The first brush of his tongue on my core made me sigh. He knows exactly what I like, what drives me crazy. And I have two orgasms coming my way tonight. No pun intended.
I let my eyes close gently as he explores me. He reaches up and pinches a nipple between his fingers and it’s an effort to not writhe around. But his other palm is flat on my stomach, pinning me in place. I look down, seeing just how fucking big his hand is. Fucking hell–
“H-Harvey,” I gasp, feeling pressure build in my core, at the base of my spine. The tips of my fingers and toes begin to tingle.
“Cum whenever you want, sweetheart.”
His permission is all I need. I let myself relax back, indulging in the freedom of his pleasure. I shiver when he sucks my clit hard, and I can see the grin on his face. Harvey spreads my legs far apart and keeps the exact pressure and motion of his tongue. I shake apart, endless praises falling from my lips.
Harvey stops before it creeps into overstimulation and rises over me. I can smell myself on his lips when he kisses me, and the taste of my own release makes my brain fog with desire.
I fist my hands in his hair, trailing kisses down his neck and chest. His physique drives me insane. Yes, he could absolutely do anything he wanted to me so easily. It fills me with the most delicious type of fear and desire.
“Lay back down,” he commands. I comply without further instruction. I need to feel him.
“Please, Harvey,” I beg.
“Please what? Use your words, sweetheart. I can’t give you what you need if you don’t tell me. Or are you too fucked out? I still have to make you cum a second time, and you’re already begging for it? Pathetic, Yn. ”
A tremble rolls through me and I whimper. It’s the strain, the grit in his voice that makes it worse. “Need you to fuck me so good.”
“Yeah? You need me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, baby?”
“Mhmm,” I nod, spreading my legs for emphasis. “Need it so bad. I’ve been so good for you tonight.”
“Yes you have. Wanna cum on my cock?”
“F-Fuck Harvey please,” I plead.
I watch as he lines up with my pussy, and as he pushes in. He’s slow, draw it out so I feel every inch of him. Makes me as restless as possible.
“Keep taking it, you can handle it. Stop whining, you slut. You love it. I know how much you crave me inside you. Just like that, sweetheart, just a little more.”
Harvey hooks his hands under my knees and pushes them flat against my sides, getting as deep as he can. He also pins my hands under them so I can’t move. With slow rolls of his hips into mine, I’m forced to take him all the way. I can feel him everywhere. It’s the most amazing type of overwhelming. The muscles in his abs and thighs ripple with every thrust and it drives me fucking insane.
He laughs at me. Mocks me.
“You are so cute like this. So adorable split open on my cock,” he coos, dragging his right hand all over my body. It cups my neck, then he plays with my chest. I lean into the touch, wondering how much more I can take before I shake apart.
“Please make me cum, Harvey. Need it so bad,” I ask desperately. It’s a need I’ve never had before. “Fuck please please please.”
“You really wanna cum, don’t you, baby? You’ve been my good girl all night long. Doing exactly what I say. I think you deserve it.” The brush of his finger against my clit rips a scream from my throat. I was unprepared for just how much I was going to be able to feel it. It was so much. Borderline too much. Pleasure melted in and out of pain. But my body needed it. I wanted it so much.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out, unable to sit still. I got a reprimanding smack to my thigh.
“Hold still.”
My thighs went back to being flat, one of his arms pinning both of them. It was relentless. He was not going to stop until I came so hard the neighbors three floors below heard me scream his name.
I was a mess when I came. My body bowed off the bed, physically unable to be stable. I wiggled around, fought against Harvey for even an inch of room to get away from his torture.
“You’ll be done cumming when I say so. And I’m not fucking done with you.”
“Oh god Harvey please,” I begged. “F-Fuck fuck fuuuuck.”
I took a full breath only when he stopped rubbing my clit, just for a second while he pulled out and spat on my pussy. If I wasn’t numb from pleasure, I would’ve probably come a third time. He filled me up again, not being careful this time.
I lay limp, content to let him use me in any way he wanted. He kept my legs up, fucking me hard. He didn’t care about whether or not I was feeling good. He knew he did his job. More than enough for me. Time to make him feel good. As best I could, I clenched around him. His palms splayed over my stomach, pressing firmly.
His hips faltered.
“God damn, Yn. I can fucking feel how big I am inside you. I bet you can feel it too. So fucking deep in there, and you’re being such a good girl. Taking it all and not complaining. My perfect little fuck toy, huh? Yeah you were made for me. Gonna fill you up so good.”
He flipped me over on my stomach, hiking up my hips so my ass sat in the cradle of his hips. He pinned my head down and fucked me harder than he ever has. His nails dug into my skin. I knew my ass was going to be bright red from the crack of his palm against my skin.
“God you are so perfect, Yn. Such a good little slut. Gonna take it all? Not gonna spill a drop?” He yanked me up by my hair. I cried out a no, mind going a little stupid now. As if it wasn’t before. “Oh fuck–”
His hips stilled, and I could feel him throbbing inside me. He was buried all the way, and it felt too good. I tried to crawl away, but pulled me right back, fucking me on his cock. Nails raked down my back, and he chuckled when I shivered.
“Good girl, fucking such a good girl for me, Yn. You took me so well, sweetheart. You’re stretched so tight around me too, feel that?” The tip of Harvey’s finger trailed around my entrance and I hiccuped for a breath, a few stray tears spilling over. “Aww, you’re struggling so hard to keep it in. Come here.”
Harvey dragged me backwards so I sat in his lap. I let my head lull against his shoulder and went limp.
“God I am still so hard…” Gently, Harvey fucked me on his cock. I moaned absently, too tired and spent to care. “You are so fucking amazing, Yn. My good girl. I’m the only who gets to fuck this pussy, you hear me? Your pussy is mine to fill. I’ll never get sick of watching you fall apart at my hands.”
“All yours,” I say, voice a little raw from screaming.
“All mine.”
Vaguely I feel him slide me off his cock. I’m pretty sure he carried me to the bathroom because the next thing I know I’m in the tub with him gently cleaning me. His hands are soft, careful to avoid my most sensitive areas. It’s all gentle kisses and tender touches. Not only can he break me down, he always puts me back together. Brings me back to a safe, caring, loving reality.
“Are you still awake, my love?” Harvey asks, running a brush through my wet hair.
“Not for much longer if you keep massaging my head like that,” I smile, feeling all warm and fuzzy in his hands.
“Do you need anything before we go to sleep?” Harvey asks. “It wasn’t too much for you, right?”
I shake my head, “No, of course not. Would’ve told you if it was. I liked it. A lot.”
“Good good.” I can feel his grin as he kisses both of my cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“If I had known sooner, I would’ve stopped wearing heels long ago,” I teased, finally opening up my eyes.
“Yeah yeah yeah,” he smiled, that big goofy grin I fell in love with. “Ready for bed?”
“Mhm,” I humm. “I could use some water. And maybe a snack.”
“Blueberries and a chocolate chip cookie?”
“God you know me so well,” I swoon. I kiss my lips together, a silent demand for him to meet me halfway. Without hesitation, he does, then helps me into bed before going to the kitchen. When he returns, Harvey climbs into bed with me. I just look at him for a moment, really taking him in.
“I love you, Harvey.”
His smile lights up his eyes. “I love you so much more, Yn.”
if only wicked gave these losers a polaroid camera…
one day ill finish a sketch yall one day…
do we think the handwriting I picked for each of them on the right suits them? I feel like thomas and teresa were made to learn cursive and its like muscle memory, the rest idk tho.
Warnings: Humiliation; clothed males, naked female; threesome; oral sex (male and female receiving); dirty talk; safe sex; vaginal sex; under-negotiated kinks; Dom Harvey; Subby Mike; Subby Reader; aftercare
Summary: Your reaction to Harvey’s command shouldn’t be so automatic. You should be scrambling away from Harvey, pulling your clothes on, swearing to your oldest and dearest friend that it’s not what he thinks, even though fuck, what the hell else could it possibly be?
“Don’t stop moving.”
The order is low, growled, firm—and you shouldn’t heed it. Mike looks stunned and confused and so goddamn turned on. You can see him swallow thickly, and you don’t know if it’s the way your entire body is exposed where you’re bent forward over Harvey’s kitchen counter, or the fact that Harvey is fully clothed and growling out orders behind you, or both.
Your reaction to Harvey’s command shouldn’t be so automatic. You should be scrambling away from Harvey, pulling your clothes on, swearing to your oldest and dearest friend that it’s not what he thinks, even though fuck, what the hell else could it possibly be?
But whatever it is, it doesn’t stop as you plant your hands on Harvey’s counter and fuck yourself back on his cock. Harvey doesn’t let up, either—not as Mike continues to watch, gobsmacked; not as Harvey tightens his grasp on your hips and slows your movements.
“Come closer, Mike.”
His order is issued as steadily as any that he gives at the office, and Mike seems to obey almost unthinkingly. You look him over as he grows closer: at the file that was clutched but is now slightly crumpled in his hands; at where his cock is hardening in his suit pants; at the way his eyes dart between your face, and your tits, and where Harvey is behind you.
“Take your bag off,” Harvey adds, “And stand on the other side of the counter.”
The file gets dropped a couple inches away from your face, the bag dropped next to the kitchen counter stool you’d been sitting in barely an hour ago. You’re determined to keep your eyes set on Mike’s chest, unable to bear the look on his face.
“What the hell is this,” Mike finally manages. And you’d think it would be something that he would've bothered to ask before he got deeper into the room, but you chalk it up to Harvey’s sheer magnetism—the pull that he’s had over Mike since they met, and, subsequently, on you.
“You’ve got eyes, you tell me.” Harvey curls over you, his cheek pressed to yours, “Unless there’s something you’d like to say, hmm?”
You swear the way he hums rattles through your jaw. Your fingers curl against the counter, unable to reach either edge for purchase. It’s almost too much—the press of your nipples against the cool marble counter, the push of his body, the way Mike is just standing there and watching—
“No?” Harvey goes on. “Don’t wanna tell your best friend that you’ve been coming over to fuck his boss for months now? Why don’t you tell him whose name you called out the other night?”
You whimper, lowering your head and squeezing your eyes shut, but Harvey murmurs, “Oh no, no. None of that.”
His hand slips around to curl around your chin, using his grip to force your head up. You blink up at Mike, face flooding with heat at the sight of his parted lips, his darkening eyes.
“Sorry about this, Mike,” Harvey adds, “Sometimes I fuck her so stupid she forgets how to use her words.”
“Jesus, Harvey,” Mike hisses, but he doesn’t take his focus off of you for a second.
“Suits me fine,” Harvey adds, “It was nice to have it out in the open. Sick of the two of you playing eye tag. You told me she’s like a sister to you Mike, and no one should be looking at their sister like that.”
“I don’t look at her like—I don’t, I—” His insistence seems to die in his throat as you blink up at him, your eyes filling with panicked tears. His expression softens, and he begins to reach out, but stills when he seems to think better of it.
“P-please, Mikey?” You breathe. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows again. He plants his hands on the counter on either side of yours as he leans down, reaching your eye level. He searches your expression for a few long, harrowing moments before he murmurs,
“Okay.”
“Hear that, baby?”
“Only if you want it,” You ignore Harvey, “Need you to want it, too, Mikey.”
Mike’s eyes sweep across your body again as he nods slowly, “I want it.”
“Are you sure—?” You start, but Mike is knocking Harvey’s hand away from your chin and replacing it with his own, drawing you into a kiss. You strain closer to him, ignoring the harsh edge of the counter you’re pressed against. You open your mouth with a quiet moan as his tongue sweeps along the seam of your lips.
Harvey’s hands smooth over your sides before he uses his grasp on you to tug you away from Mike. He’s pulling out before you can argue, slapping your hip and ordering, “Get on the counter.”
You turn as he says, pushing yourself back with shaking arms. Mike is around the counter in a moment, stepping between your legs and taking your face into his hands for another kiss. You lean up into him, curling your arms around his middle and pressing your chest to his. You feel Harvey’s lips sweep along the side of your neck, trailing up to your ear. Mike’s hands drift down over your shoulders, sweeping across your collarbones before he slows.
“Can I touch—Fuck,” He breathes when you take hold of one of his hands, drawing it to cover your breast and squeezing.
“Mhm,” You hum as Mike ducks his head, nipping at your jaw before his kisses trail lower. You arch up into his touch, letting your head loll to the side to catch Harvey’s lips in a kiss. You feel him smile into it, one of his hands smoothing over and squeezing your thighs before slipping his fingers over your plump pussy. You whimper, grasping his wrist and tipping your hips up into his touch. You sigh softly as Mike draws one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before giving it a slow, luxurious suck. Harvey lifts his hand, swiping your juices around your other nipple just before Mike turns his head, taking it into his mouth.
Mike groans at the taste of you, nodding as Harvey asks, “She taste good?”
“So good,” Mike mumbles.
“There’s more where that came from.”
You watch, stunned, as Harvey rests his hand on Mike’s head, guiding him further down. Before you can tell Mike that he doesn’t have to, he’s pushing your thighs wide and diving between them. Your mouth falls open as you watch Mike lap across your pussy. He moans against you, swiping his tongue against your clit before sucking it between his lips. You jolt at the sudden pressure, your hand shooting up to grasp Harvey’s arm. He chuckles softly, turning his head to nuzzle against your head.
“Told you he would like it,” He murmurs, and you slide your eyes shut, fingertips grasping at the fabric of his shirt.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that Mike figures out how to push your buttons so quickly. You’ve known one another for a long time—he’s attuned to your moods, your shifts. And considering how his mind works, it’s no wonder that he figures you out so quickly, takes in what makes your hips twitch, your hand grasp and tug his hair, to follow and linger when you use your hold on him to guide his head.
You lap broadly across your palm, reaching down to take hold of Harvey’s length and pumping him. He hums softly, wrapping his arm around your middle and pressing up into your touch.
“How long have you been thinking about her like this, Mike?” Harvey asks, resting his head against yours as you both watch him. Mike leans away, blinking up at the two of you. You take in the sight of him—the flushed cheeks, the slickness coating his lips and cheeks.
“A long time,” He admits in a rough voice, “Too long.” He leans back in without breaking eye contact, lapping the tip of his tongue over your clit. You blink hazily down at him, mesmerized by the pink flash of his tongue, the tingling sensations flooding your body as he swirls in steady, clockwise circles.
“Mikey,” You breathe, “Fuck me?”
You smile, vindicated, as Mike groans, his tongue lapping more harshly against you before he breathes, “Yes, god, how are you real?” He surges up, mouth pressing harshly against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth. You whimper at the taste of yourself on his tongue, curling your hand around his tie and using it to tug him closer. You feel Harvey step away, but he’s back a moment later, pressing a condom into Mike’s hand. Mike pulls back, undoing his pants, and you watch him shove them down, revealing his hard cock.
You look up at Harvey as he cups your cheek, giving you a quick kiss before he guides you back to lay across on the counter. You take him in hand before he can ask, drawing him closer and taking him into your mouth. Harvey groans, tapping his fingers over the head of his cock where it bulges in your cheek.
You feel the splatter of warm spit against your pussy, chased by one more sucking kiss before Mike steadies a hand on your hip.
“You ready?” He asks. You draw your mouth off of Harvey’s cock, looking up at Mike.
“Yes. Yes, Mike, please,” You beg, tipping your hips down toward him. You watch him take himself in hand, swiping the head of his cock over your clit before finally pressing inside. Your mouth falls open at the stretch, and Harvey uses that opportunity to press between your lips. You let yourself sag back against the counter, giving into the push-pull of being between them, reveling in their grunts and moans, and their roaming hands.
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“C’mon, you two.”
It takes a moment for you to come to hear Harvey, your head swimming slightly. You glance down toward where Mike is leaning over you, his head resting between your breasts. The marble counter feels as heated as your naked body now, nothing like the chill that was there when you first leaned against it. It takes Mike a moment, too—and then he’s pushing himself up, taking dazed steps back as he removes the used condom.
You feel Harvey’s hands smooth over your hips before he slips them beneath your back, gently peeling you up from the counter. He keeps steady hold on you, waiting for your sluggish head and body to catch up with one another.
“You dizzy?”
“Mm…Little bit.”
“Lean against me, I’ve got you,” He urges, guiding you down off of the counter. You lean heavily against him, stomach swooping as your feet hit the floor. Your entire body feels like jello, and your head is still swimming, a little.
Harvey leads the way back to his bedroom with Mike it tow, guiding you down toward the bed.
“I’ll get you some gatorade,” He soothes, sweeping his head across your forehead, “And some water. You want something to eat?”
“Mm…Nn-nn. Not right now,” You shake your head a little.
“Alright. Mike?”
“I’m okay.”
Harvey shoots him a knowing, chastising look. “You’re getting gatorade, too. Gatorade, shower, and then we’ll figure out takeout.”
You curl up onto your side, wiggling your fingers as you reach for Mike. He sits on the bed beside you, kicking his shoes off and removing his jacket before he lays down, drawing you into his arms. You curl up, hooking your leg over his as you press your face into his neck, drawing in a deep breath.
“Did you really call out my name when you were in bed with Harvey?” He asks.
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Aftercare is really important to him. He is a man of action and that’s how he shows affection, by taking care of you. He will make sure you are fine and will provide you everything you need. He will run bath for you, bring you drink or snack, kiss your forehead.
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
About himself he loves his hair. Mostly because of how you are pulling them and play with them when he eats you out or when you ride him. He also likes his hands about himself, he likes how he can put you on his lap and then make you cum using only his hand.
About you he loves everything, he thinks you are perfect but what he loves the most about you are your thighs, he just loves feeling them around his waist when he fucks you or feeling them around his head when he pleases you with his mouth. He also is very fond of you hips and loves to hold them when you ride him.
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
He likes the most to cum on your chest or ass, if you are comfortable with that, he wouldn’t do anything what is wrong with you.
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
He wants to fuck you in his office, on his bed.
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
He is definitely experienced and will use it to give you time of your life.
F= Favorite position
He likes missionary, watching your face as he makes you cum is his favorite sight, but definitely also likes it when you ride him.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
He is not very goofy, but also not dead serious. He will crack some jokes.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
He is pretty well groomed. He is proud about his look. He takes a lot of time making sure he looks his best, especially for you.
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
Both. It depends of his and yours mood and situation. After he won huge case? Be ready for rough fucking. After hard day at work? Either rough or soft romantic sex. Your anniversary? He will be extremely romantic.
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
He obviously prefers to have sex with you. Sometimes he has to jack off though, when you are not around, he does it to your pics or while thinking about you. Sometimes he also will have to do it when you send him dirty texts or provocative photos when he is working.
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
light spanking, dirty talk, daddy kink, nothing too unusual
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
the most he likes to do it in bed, but he is not against other places but discretion matters to him, he is serious attorney after all.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
It doesn’t takes a lot. Just tease him a bit, wear dress that is bit too short or too tight, do some suggestive comments or just challenge him.
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Hr wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you.
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
He likes both. He loves to eating out your pussy, he finds is really satisfying and relaxing but also loves seeing you on your knees, looking so pretty,, satisfying him.
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
He last long. He is able to make you cum few times. He is not fast, he savour every moment.
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
He likes quickies but definitely much more prefers to take his time with you.
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
If you want something and will suggest it, he will probably agree, rarely suggests them himself.
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
He lasts long. Few rounds. He likes to make you cum few times (with hands, mouth, toys) before he will fuck you.
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
He doesn’t like using them on himself but definitely does like using them on you.
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
He definitely likes to tease you. He likes how annoyed and pouty you’re about it. Also definitely loves when you tease him and pretends that he is being nonchalant about it.
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
he will be vocal and is not being ashamed of it
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
He had never been as hard as when you called him “daddy” for the first time.
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
He is little bit bigger than average.
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
He has quite big sexdrive, especially with you, you just turn him on so much.
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
First he will make sure you are taken care of and then fall asleep. You are always his priority.
