CAN U DO A BLURB ON HER GIVING y/n oral and him being like “my little human” etc! I ABSOLUTLEY LOVE WHEN HE IS LIKE CALLING HER HIS LIL HUMAN AND ONLY HUMAN
THIS GOT DIRTY AND FLUFFY
Harry tilts his head back against the wall, a sheen of sweat building on his forehead that adheres little strands of hair to the skin. The heat bubbling in his body is intense, like pin prickles of pleasure on every, single cell. All of it centralizing in boiling bubbles in his lower abdomen, where Y/N is slipping the pads of her fingers down, thumbs sliding into the coarse tufts of pubic hair. Her lips wrapped snugly around his stiff cock, sucking diligently at the leaking tip.
What’s gotten into her, he couldn’t be quite sure. Thinks that it has something to do with the fact they’d gone out and the waitress had been a little too comfortable with him he supposes. Although he’d made quite the point that he wasn’t interested, and was stroking her knuckles with his thumb the entire time, murmuring little affections at her from across the table. The waitress seemed very uninterested in the fact Y/N was there at all -- so much to the point that Harry makes a point of playfully biting at her fingertips just before she came with their plates.
And Y/N had been a bit pouty during the duration -- the jealous little thing -- even on the way home she was a grump, holding tight to his hand but looking out the window.
Harry had barely been able to get into the door before she’d slammed him against the wall nearest it, which is something he’s never experienced. She’s never been the one to initiate this before, which was startling at first, but the fervent way in which she presses her mouth against his. Tugs at the buckle of his belt and pops open his button while she’s nipping and sucking and biting a mark into the skin of his throat.
“You’re being quite forward.” He had told her with a chuckle when she’d been licking the fabric of his boxers, and sucked over the head through it. It’d made his abdomen clench tight, the laugh getting caught on whine and a hiss, his toes curling as much as they could in his boots. Y/N was the only person who could make him feel like this -- so lost in his arousal and dizzy with the pleasure of it, he feels like he could be in the clouds.
And he was going to cum soon if she kept it up as she was. Digging her nails into his thighs, thumbing over the sensitive skin where his pubes lie, suckling at the leaking tip. The vein throbbing against her soft, wet tongue that’s been licking him in such an insatiable manner, his head is spinning.
“My little human is so good with her tongue,” his voice is soft and croaky from his groaning, the words tickling his throat as he says them, “So generous for me, yeah? Making me feel so good. . .” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before he slips his fingers into the mussed bundle and fists into it, giving a small tug until she pops off with a filthy wet noise. She looks up at him with her eyes blown and her lips swollen and colored a ruddy red, spit-slicked and with sticky strands of his precum bowing between the tip and them. In the open, his cock gives a twitch that drags her attention from him momentarily, mouth falling back open to take him in but he holds her back a little tighter, “S’my little human jealous?” He taunts her.
Y/N’s brows furrow at him, “No,” she lies, looking off towards the side before completely contradicting herself,, “Just. . .wish I could make you smell like me, like how you do, so everyone would know who you belong to, too.”
Harry feels a smile overcome him fondly, as he runs his thumb over her bottom lip, “You’re so cute, I might burst,” he croons, “Could just eat you up.” He shifts down to his knees, startling her with a kiss that feels so desperate between them. Her desperately licking her taste into his mouth possessively and Harry, in turn, desperately grabbing and pulling and doing away with any shred of clothing she could possibly have on. Sliding their wet tongues together greedily as he pushes up the flowy fabric of her skirt and tugs her panties down.
A thumb teases her soft and swollen clit and Y/N moans into his mouth, thighs twitching. It makes Harry smile into the kiss before he pulls away, keeping their faces pressed together by the foreheads as he moves to lay his pretty little human down on the floor. Biting at his lip to stop his smile from getting too big before he tells her, “See, Sweetheart, here’s the thing,” he begins, reaching down and taking a hold of his throbbing prick, rubbing the drippy tip against her slit, “I do smell like you. Maybe not enough for a human’s nose to pick up, but I smell like you all over to my kind.” He bows it down, stretching her around the wide head and she gasps, wrapping her arms around his and holding tight to his biceps as they flex holding them both up (she’d admitted to liking the feeling of them tensing and relaxing as he’s fucking her). He’s pressing deep inside as he continues, “Every time you cuddle against me, every time I bite you, every time you cum on my cock, when you feel me right here,” he reaches down and caresses her lower stomach gently, then drawing it back, “-- it contributes to it. Makes me smell like you so intensely, that there is no question of who my precious little human is.”
“Good,” she murmurs, thighs squeezing around him as he begins fucking into her proper, “’cos you’re mine.”
Harry groans loudly, hiding his face into her neck as he thrusts. His balls slapping heavy against her bum, already aching and full of cum from her small ministration of her love previous. He shoves his nose up against the vein in her throat, breathing in deeply her scent and how it’s intermingled with his. She’s his human and only his, nobody else's. Doesn’t think for even a second that her need for him to smell like her could rival his at all. The thought of her not smelling like him drives him absolutely crazy. It’s why he bites often and doesn’t fuss when she wants to wear his clothes -- and why he not only likes cuddling because he loves her but will push it when she even smells a hint like someone other than him.
It’s one of the more animalistic things about himself that he’s unable to help but it doesn’t ever seem like she minds it.
“Harry,” she whimpers, “M’gonna - m’gonna --”
“I know, sweet little thing, me too. You’re g’nna make me cum,” his thrusts quicken, both of them pulsing against one another, “G’nna warm your belly up with it, jus’ how you like.”
This throws her over the edge, her thighs squeezing him and her hips pressing up as she clenches, and pulsates around his cock. A whimpery moan getting lost when he smears their mouths together, swallowing down each and every pretty noise she had to offer him. He has to slip out once she’s finished, running his hand only once over his cock before he’s cumming hot over her stomach in soft sounded splatters. Painting her skin with white ribbons of his desire.
Despite the mess he’s made on her, he slumps forward, kissing lazily and absently at the side of her jaw, “So good. . .so good for me,” he murmurs, “Love you so much.” He’s always resorted to mushy feelings and sweet nothings after they’ve cum together, he finds, and Y/N is just as bad. Nestling into him and repeating it back, telling him how much she loved him and how happy he is that people know he’s hers too.
Harry thinks, if this is the reaction he’s going to get, he should make her jealous more often.
(But the thought of putting his little human through any mental anguish disgusts him, so he decides not to.)
