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Hiii!! I'm not sure if your requests are open, so ignore this if you want, but I can't stop thinking about Harvey who comes home exhausted, being the only doctor in town is hard! He's too tired to do anything, so instead we give him the SLOPPIEST head to help him relax :3

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pairing: Harvey x F!Reader

summary: despite his struggles at work and constant exhaustion, harvey is always in a giving mood. this time, you take the opportunity to give a little back.

w.c: 1.8k

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), m recieving oral, super fluffy domestic harvey. idk what else to say, kinda unedited soz

a/n: it's been a long three months since i've posted. i'm sorry i am so behind, but work is work and i can only write when i have the time. granted, this request came to me very recently, but i was certainly inspired hehehehe. thank you all!

Winter was for you as it was the valley- restful, serene, and really fucking cold. As the critters took shelter with their stores of food, you wiggled your toes by the fireplace, content with the minimal chores on the farm.

The only thing that made winter a little less comforting was the lack of a warm body with which to share the frigidity of it all. Well, a warm body that was just busy at work. While you entered a snoozing season, your partner Harvey was wading knee deep in the sticky sludge of flu season. As winter deepened, he’d be at home less and less. It was hilarious really, how your schedules overlapped like the sun and moon, eclipsing only in the shoulder seasons when you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by summer’s crop production and he wasn’t locked inside his clinic with all the sickly townsfolk.

The sky darkened early, making his return seem dramatically late in the evening. You could believe it, too, with how the circles under his eyes mimicked the premature dusk.

“Oh, my love,” you rose from the couch, placing down your tea, tepid from your lengthy day of fireside lounging. He breathily laughed as you clambered over to the door, obviously fighting off the pins and needles in your feet as you greeted him, helping him hang up his jacket. He leaned in for a kiss but you peeled back for a moment. “Did any kids open-mouth cough on you?”

“No, ma’am,” Harvey responded with a lazy smile. You smiled back at him, placing a sweet and long kiss atop his grinning lips.

“Come, sit down. I’ll get the kettle going again.”

“I’m so so sorry I’m late-”

“Oh, none of that,” you brushed him off, a sigh of relief escaping his tired expression as he planted himself on the sofa. “How was your day?”

“Ah, where to begin,” Harvey brought his hand to the bridge of his nose, glasses lifting over his fingers. “Seems the gaggle of young adults that are always at the bar have given each other the flu. No one wants to admit where they got it, but the three of them came in separately within the span of a few hours. By the afternoon, half of their family members had come in as well.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you sighed, hurrying back over with not only a cup of tea, but a small bowl of soup. “Lunch break escape again?”

“It’s rather houdini like, these days,” Harvey laughed, making an ‘o’ with his mouth as you handed him the soup. “When did you make this?”

“I managed to squeeze it into my demanding schedule,” you jested, sliding onto the couch next to him, warm legs finding their way over his lap as he took a sip of soup straight from the bowl. His shoulders sank with relaxation as the warmth consumed him from in and out, a satisfied smile finding its way to your face.

“Ah, speaking of schedules, I’ll have to set the coffee maker-”

“It’s already set for five and the beans are already ground.” You calmly interrupted, Harvey’s head falling to look at you with a twist of his brows.

“You goddess divine,” he whispered before finding his soup again.

“Anything for the patron saint of flu season,” you nestled into the couch, watching as Harvey practically engulfed his food. He placed the empty bowl on the coffee table before falling back into the couch, hands finding themselves on your legs.

“Is there anything I can do for you tonight, my love?” He asked, half-lidded eyes finding yours smiling at him.

“Not a thing, my love.”

His head fell back with a breath of a laugh, thumb rubbing over your knee.

“C’mere,” he said, hands finding themselves snaking up your thigh to your waist, hardly having to work to pull you on top of him as you eagerly obliged. Your arms fell over his shoulders as you straddled him, eyes scanning each other's faces with content. Harvey’s hands found their way up your thighs, a gentle brush against the plaid flannel barrier between your skin. “How was your day?”

“Hmm,” you pondered, leaning back a bit to place your hands on his chest. “You know, it was really lonely…”

“Noo!” Harvey pulled you close to him as you laughed out, burying his face in the crook of your neck, giggling through gentle kisses to the exposed skin above your winter pajamas.

“I’m just a lonely housewife, waiting for my husband all day long…” You could barely speak through your cackling as Harvey tickled and nipped at you.

“Let me make it up to you,” Harvey mumbled into your neck, the vibration sending your fit of laughter into a calming sense of something much more risqué.

“Oh, Doctor, I could never ask such an unbecoming thing of you!” You cooled off from the laughter, resting your pelvis a little further into your husband’s lap. His head fell back a bit as he curled a brow at you, a smirk breaking over his face.

“Oh, you don’t have to ask,” he responded, the tired grain of his voice rumbling through his chest and into yours. You smiled at his sultry expression, but cocked your head back a bit, inspecting his low hanging lids with a quizzical look.

He was so tired. Beyond exhausted, ready to rest until he had to do it all over again the next day. Knowing him, he’d probably catch just a mere wink, stressing about the wellbeing of his patients even in his dreams. Yet here he was, ready to give anything you asked for, so willing to please you even if it sent him over the edge of fatigue.

“My love,” you whispered, a finger finding his bottom lip before you pushed yourself off of his chest, sliding down to the floor.

“Sweetheart, what are- oh!” Harvey sat up straight as you parted his knees, situating yourself comfortably on the rug at his feet.

“Sit back, baby,” you cooed at him, palming gently at the now very visible imprint between his legs.

“You don’t have to do - ah - do this,” he choked out, that damn smirk wiped clean from his face as a concerned lust began to cloud his features. You unbuckled his belt and made quick work of releasing him, gently holding his length in your hands as it found itself fully erect at your touch. You brought your lips to his base, lips ghosting the soft skin as you looked up at him.

“You do so much for us, baby. Let me repay you.” You placed a soft kiss against him, feeling his thigh muscles tensing beneath your other hand.

“Ah-” you could tell he was trying to make out a response, but a whine left his lips as he observed your position with great attention. His fists clenched on either side of him as you gently licked at him, carefully wetting your canvas before painting a stripe up to the tip. He whimpered again, head falling to the side to get a better look as your lips encapsulated him.

The taste of his precum made you sink your mouth further, as warm and inviting as the fireplace behind you. It always excited him- perhaps a bit too much- that you were often so content with welcoming him inside of you like this as if he were a frequent guest in your home. It’s how your relationship started; he would come by so very often and find you greeting him with an open door and open arms, and eventually other pathways he found himself happily entering.

“Oh- Oh, my love,” he whispered out, eyes squeezing shut momentarily, the vision of you taking in his length alongside the sensation becoming beautifully overwhelming. Your eyes flickered back up as you bobbed up and down, a sloppy amount of saliva leaving an erotic sheen reflecting the fire off his veiny girth. He twitched in your mouth and you sped up, feeling him fight the urge to buck into your mouth.

He tasted oh so wonderfully, and behaved as well, too. The sounds of your mouth were symphonic with his whines and whimpers, almost enough to make you pull away and put him inside of you. However, his intense expression of eyes clamped shut with his mouth agape, made you steadfast in your purpose of relieving him of his stress. You took him all the way, stopping at the base, and he could fight the urge to buck into you no longer. His hands found your hair as his pelvis lifted into you, making you gag ever so slightly as he pressed himself into the back of your throat. Your eyes watered with delight as he relieved the pressure on your head, letting you begin your movements once again. You repeated the depth slowly, over and over again as his moans became just as rhythmic. He was lost in your throat, consciousness pooled in the depths of your mouth, thoughts pouring out like the cum that threatened to spill.

“My- my love- I am,” you popped off of him, making him near weep, the warm air of the heated farmhouse feeling glacial in comparison to your mouth. Your hand found its way to his shaft as you stared up at him, moving it up and down.

“Go ahead, my love,” your voice was hoarse after the self-inflicted abuse to your larynx. “Let go.”

“Oh fuck,” he whined loudly, his head falling to the back of the couch as you covered him with your lips once again. Saliva permitting a smooth entrance, you slid him in quickly, just in time to catch the wave of pleasure that left him. You couldn’t help but let a little leak out, making a few more slow moves up and down that made him almost cry out. You swallowed quickly after, leaving nary a drop behind as you pulled away.

Harvey’s head slowly rose from the backrest, eyes filled with the waning tears of lust. They met your reddened ones, the tears from the pressure already drying onto your rosy cheeks.

“You,” he brushed a hand against your face, focused at first, then letting out a gentle laugh. “You are unbelievable.”

“You better believe it,” you kissed his hand before climbing back up onto the couch, nestling into his side as he put himself back into his trousers. “You also better take a shower.”

“I’ll worry about that when the coffee goes off,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as you both settled into the cushions.

“Bedtime after tea?” you asked, grabbing his cup to place it in his hands as he still worked to catch his breath. He shook his head as he graciously accepted it, looking at you with the haziest look of love in his eyes.

“I’d marry you a million times over again.”

A now tired smile met your lips as well, head resting on your weary husband’s shoulder.

“I know.”

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