in which...

...harry has a fixation for y/n's thighs

request: idk if you're taking requests but it's 9 in the morning and i'm all hot over the thought of harry having a thing for his girls thighs and just wants to rut himself in between them, talking like "gonna feel the burn fo' days, lovie" or "y'got such pretty thighs, pet" and then he eventually nuts because they're so smooth, "good girl fo' daddy aren't you?"

oof what a concept

"Please, poppet..." Harry mumbles against her inner thigh, pressing wet open mouthed kisses to the soft skin. "Need you so bad."

"M'tired, Harry." Y/N whines, trying to push his head away with her knee but to no avail.

He gives her a playful bite and groans when her fingers tangle in his hair, what is her attempt at trying to push him away being taken as an invitation, his mouth latching to the part right where her shirt stops and her panties peak through, sucking in a light bruise.

"That's alright, I won't bother you," He runs his nose up her hip, lifting her shirt along the way and letting his forehead rest on her tummy, "could just help me out a little."

Y/N squeals when he grabs a hold of her outer thighs, wrapping them around his waist and biting his lip at her reaction. She giggles a little and brings a hand up to move the hair out of his eyes, shaking her head. "Noo, you know that leaves me so sore." She groans, trying to once again push him away.

"For me?" He pleads, leaning down to press a kiss to her knee. "M'so hard right now, you've got no clue."

She did not expect for him to come home so riled up. He did mention he was going to be late because he went out to a business dinner that just dragged on for hours, so she thought they'd snuggle together and fall asleep quickly since those kind of events always tire him out. But seeing him like this, still so needy after such a long day, made her think he must be really serious. If she were to peek down she could probably see how his pants bulge out, begging for his erection to be released.

It's not the first time he asks for this in particular. She's always known he has a particularly soft spot for her thighs, likes how they feel to the touch, how he can so easily just slip his cock between them and get off in a matter of minutes. It does leave her feeling really sore the next day, which is never pleasant, but the sheer look of adoration on his face is enough to convince her every time.

"Fine..." She sighs, running her thumb over the bridge of his nose. "But you owe me a massage and breakfast in bed."

Harry grins, already reaching down to hurriedly unbutton his slacks, his briefs, just as she expected, clinging tightly to his groin, a wet spot of precum having already formed. He was not kidding when he said he was really hard. Y/N's hand reaches out, pulling weakly at the material and dragging it down, Harry's breath hitching when he feels the chilly air of the room hit his flushed skin. He should've closed the window.

It's not long before he's got her knees pushed up to her chest, his hands keeping her thighs pressed together, slowly easing his way between them, enjoying the softness and warmth. He throws his head back with a muttered curse, fingertips digging into her skin as he starts rolling his hips, feeling his tummy already quivering.

Y/N bites her lip, breathing a little heavier when Harry starts to thrust a little quicker, messing up the sheets around them and digging her further into the mattress. A light sheen of sweat coats his forehead, matting his hair to it and making him look adorable.

"Squeeze a little fo' me." He grunts, and Y/N obliges, making the slide tighter and that more pleasurable for him. "Fucking- hell." He gasps, thrusts becoming sloppier, his shirt bulging around his frame, the first two buttons already undone. "Good girl, so good."

Y/N's hand reaches up, brushing across his sweaty forehead and pressing into his cheekbone, her index trailing down to trace over his lips, biting her own when Harry slips his tongue out to lick over the digit. It's all so hot, the room feeling steamy despite the opened window and her night gown feeling too thick on her body, sweat already beginning to build down her back.

"Close." He grits out, his hold on her knees tightening as do her thighs, trying to squeeze together even more, to make the slide better for him.

"Pretty..." She whispers and he blinks up at her, her fingers still tracing around his face, thumb running down his chin as his widened eyes focus on her own. "Can you cum for me?"

That's all it takes for him to let go all over her skin, some of it even reaching up to her chest, most definitely staining her freshly washed shirt, which she'll complain about later. Right now, she's just enjoying the blissed out look on his face, watching as the furrow between his brows decreases, hips still twitching occasionally. Her thighs unclench and Harry sighs as he leans down, pressing a firm kiss to her kneecap.

"Beautiful." He exhales as he watches his release slowly trickle down the inside of her legs, taking some of it on two fingers and bringing it up to her mouth which she gladly opens to get a taste. "Y'called me pretty."

Y/N hums around the digits, letting them slide out with a pop. "You are." She giggles and Harry smiles in return, shaking his head. No one is as pretty as her. "Now go and bring me some wet wipes, please." She pinches his arm and Harry gives her bum a light tap before moving off the bed.

"Coming right up, ma'am."