This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

the one with the morning sex

Anonymous asked: the person who asked for mia and harry fluff i got a question okay so do you think mia and harry would have morning sex like all cuddly and kinda sloppy but like giggles and soft touches- he would go easy on her? cause that concept got my heart like ):)

**

yes of course!! there'll be some days where he'll turn over to see her and his heart will swell up with love, and he'll be unable to hold himself back from touching her cheek softly with the back of his hand, gently coaxing her eyes open. it'd be early in the morning because he's trained himself to be up for work at the earliest hours, however we all know that mia hates waking up early, so she'll probably resist his attempts for a few minutes until he's slinking over to her sides, warm hands on her waist, turning her to him.

he leans in and peppers soft, barely there kisses to her face, covering every inch he can reach. she sighs at the feeling, lashes fluttering at the warmth of his body as his hands roam across her back and ass. it's not a stimulating touch. it's just to remind her that he's not going anywhere.

when she finally opens her eyes, his face comes into her view. his cheeks are unshaven, his curls falling into his eyes. he's got a sleepy smile on his face that's soon hidden as he presses himself into her neck.

"good morning, sir," she whispers, digging her fingers into his hair. he simply hums as a response. "sleep well?" again, he only nods, fingers walking across her stomach to her back and then up to her shoulder. her skin is soft under his fingers, and he enjoys her body heat, puckering his lips to press a kiss to her neck.

neck kisses make her giggle. this he knows, so it's no surprise when she lets out a gentle laugh and tries to push him away. he sticks to her as if he's glued himself to her body, still kissing her skin to get a reaction out of her.

"stop!" she giggles. "hey, no!"

his lips are at her ear. "did you just say no to me?" he murmurs, smile evident in his voice. his voice is groggy and impossibly deep, creating tingles in her lower belly.

his naked form is pressed against her, his dick slowly coming to life against her thigh. she giggles again, shaking her head. "'course not."

"that's what i thought."

he shifts his hips against hers.

"you want something from me?" she asks quietly, and his lips begin kissing her earlobe, giving it a little bite. she gasps softly.

"if you'll give it to me," he rasps in her ear. "and if you're in the mood."

"if it means we stay in bed longer, i'm down with it."

that's enough of a response from him. he pushes himself up and falls back onto his side. with a quick movement, his hands are on her waist and he's flipping her over until her back is against his. it's as if he's about to spoon her, under a rough hand is pushing her knee until he's bent and then he presses his prick again her ass. he slaps her ass once, before kissing her shoulder. "good girl."

her eyes nearly roll back to her head at the sound of his morning voice calling her a good girl. the best part of sleeping naked is that she's always ready for him and vice versa. his hand dips down to where she's the wettest and runs his fingers across her entrance.

her breathing accelerates, eyes shut as he slings a hand over her hip and thumbs at her clit. "good?" he murmurs, and she nods immediately, biting her lower lip. he rubs her in slow circles until she's laying her head on his neck, a vein protruding from her own neck. his lips latch onto her ear, kissing and biting.

"feels good," she whimpers. "really good."

he dips one finger into her, her walls accepting him nicely. he pumps his finger in and out, and then slowly he stretches her enough for her to accept another. his teeth sink into her shoulder, enjoying her tightness and her warmth.

"i'm good!" she exclaims suddenly, reaching back to grab her dominant's wrist. "i'm good, i'm stretched, please. please just..."

he hums in agreement, kissing her once more before reaching an arm back blindly to grab one of the many condoms he'd spilled onto his night stand the previous night. it takes him all of five seconds to rip the packet and roll it on.

he places his hands on her tummy and brings her closer, pressing his length to her entrance to gather her wetness. once satisfied, he sighs and slowly enters her.

"oh..." she groans, taking him inch by inch as if it were her first time. "oh that's..."

"my good girl," he growls, exploring her torso with his fingers. "that's my good girl. there she is."

his fingers ghost over tummy and then her soft breasts, and then finally down to her sides. she suddenly lurches forward with a giggle. "hey! don't do that!"

his eyes open, a smile spreading over his lips. "what?" he asks innocently, dancing his fingers over her sides again. "this?"

she scrambles to get her hands on his wrists to stop him, but he climbs on top of her, still buried inside of her, but now in missionary position. "yes!" she nearly shrieks, laughing. "please!"

his fingers don't stop though, but he gets what's coming when she desperately shoves him off and attempts to sit up, his chin knocks with her head and then he groans, pushing her back down by her shoulder. "ow!"

"no more!" she yells. harry's still rubbing his chin.

"alright, alright." he thrusts into her and her hands immediately grasps the sheets tightly. "how 'bout you just let me fuck you, hmm?" he murmurs, kissing the shell of her ear. "how's that sound?" he presses his hips against hers, deeply pushing into her.

"good!" she whispers, legs twitching. "please, sir. it sounds good. just no more tickling please."

"no more tickling," he promises, fingers itching to still run them across her skin, but he holds himself.

maybe he'll tickle her when she's about to cum. he'll definitely be in trouble then, but it doesn't matter.