you're my last shot

harry going down on her*

"Oh— yes, yeah, keep doing that—"

Her words of encouragement are almost instantly cut off by a moan that creeps out from her throat. It turns out, Harry's excellent at taking direction, but especially when it comes to going down on her. He's done it before — the first night they hooked up, she has blurry memories of finishing on his tongue three times over before he even stuck his cock in her — but she'll admit, being 100% sober and present for the apparent talent he has for oral is way better.

Her pregnancy hormones have been raging lately, and while she's typically too stubborn to request Harry's assistance for anything, she was almost (keyword, almost) ready to get down on her knees and beg him to touch her. She didn't care how he decided to do it as long as he did.

So now they're in her room, her calves hiked up over his shoulders as he all but devours her. His tongue is steadily thrusting in and out of her hole, her pussy pulsating around the muscle as her back arches on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut with her orgasm rapidly approaching. He's messy, but maybe he remembers how much she adores messy sex from the night they went home together (she'd all but jumped into his lap after he finally finished his assault on her sensitive clit, sucking on his tongue to capture the taste of her arousal).

"Say my name when you come," Harry instructs as he moves slightly upward to latch his lips around her clit. If she wasn't so close, she may have rolled her eyes, but in this moment, she doesn't care — she'll do anything.

Instead, she simply nods her head, reaching out to dig her nails into his shoulder. "Fuck, I'm— need your fingers, fuck, please—"

He pushes two of his digits at her request, stroking at the spongy spot deep inside of her. The sloppy sounds from below are enough to send her barreling to the end of her rope, her eyes rolling back as he pulls and suckles at her clit perfectly in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

"Harry, fuck, I'm coming, fuck, fuck—"

He wishes he could record her and play that back every day. The words sounds so desperate and beautiful leaving her lips, and he can't help himself as he ruts his hips down into the mattress, grinding down against the soft tufts of her comforter. He comes a few moments after feeling her pussy convulse around his fingers, her clit throbbing beneath his tongue.

"That was so fucking good," she breathes out as he slowly pulls his fingers from her, panting quietly from his own orgasm.

"Yeah," he mumbles, sitting up on his heels at the edge of the bed, "Um— I'll be right back."

"What?" she asks with a look of concern, "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"No, sorry, I just need to pee—"

"Oh my god, did you come in your pants?"

A blush flowers over his cheeks, the crimson hue enough of an affirmative for her to get her answer. All she does is giggle and shake her head.