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good morning, dear

a sweet lil one-shot btw farmer and harvey where farmer Takes Care of him as the two of them wake up

MDNI!!!

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When you woke up that Saturday morning next to your husband, you knew nothing would pull you from his side. 

Harvey. With his tousled, salt-and-pepper hair and his white boxers with red hearts all over. God, he made you feel things.

Gently, you touched his arm. His neck. His jaw. His lips.

When his eyelids fluttered open, his eyes darted toward you to ensure you were still by his side. He always felt a flash of disappointment when he woke up and you weren’t there to greet him. Today, he smiled and nuzzled into your touch.

“Hello, darling,” he whispered to you. You loved it when he called you that sweet nickname. It was soft, comfortable, and held a quiet elegance, just like him. 

You pressed a slow kiss to his lips and his hands came up to capture your face, holding you there.

Your kiss deepened and Harvey let out a low moan before moving one of his hands from your jaw down your back. You smiled into your kiss before moving to straddle him.

As soon as you settled into his lap, you recognized that familiar sensation of his erection rubbing against your thigh. Feeling frisky this morning, you took the opportunity to grind down onto him. He groaned again and thrust upwards.

“Farmer…,” he said, between pants, “I need you.”

Smiling into your kiss, you reach blindly for the hem of your shirt. When you find it, you sit up, and Harvey helps you pull it off.

Almost immediately, his lips latch onto your nipple. A shock rips through you, and you moan out his name. “Harvey!” you say, breathily. He hums a response, still suckling at your nipple.

You arch your back, giving him easier access to your chest. He sucks harder as if rewarding you for your good behavior.

You aren’t letting him have you that easy, though. You grind down on his crotch again and he removes his lips from your nipple. 

“Farmer!” he says, suddenly disoriented. You smile at him, innocently, knowing that this look tells him you want to play.

You watch the moment it dawns on him as his eyes darken slightly and his cheeks tinge pink. “You want a game, Farmer? You can have a game.”

He smirked and flipped you over. “Let’s play,” he says, his voice gravelly.

You giggled as he attacked your neck with mustachioed kisses. But the giggles stopped short when he became more aggressive in his technique, sucking and biting at your collarbone.

Your hands moved down his body to his boxers, sweetly caressing his drooling length making him moan into your poor, abused neck.

You pull briefly at the waistband of his boxers, indicating your need for more of him.

He huffed one last breath into your neck before adjusting your positions. He sat with his back against your headboard, his cock sprung free from his boxers. You knelt between his legs, your lips ready and waiting, your hands tied together behind your back with the tie he’d discarded on the floor last night before the two of you jumped into bed together.

“Can I, Doctor?” you said, with batted eyelashes.

With a grunt, he acquiesced, placing a hand on your head in a gesture of unspoken authority.

You spat on his length, preparing him for your mouth. With your lips wrapped around his cock, you began to bob your head up and down. Your teeth grazed his cock briefly, and you heard him whine in anticipation. 

Suddenly, you felt his hand push his length all the way down your throat. Gagging, you tried to swallow, knowing he loved this sensation. 

He moaned loudly, and you would’ve smirked if your mouth hadn’t been full. You were raised with manners. It’s rude to open your mouth while enjoying breakfast. 

You tugged at your makeshift restraints, wishing desperately to cradle and squeeze his balls and maybe even put a finger or two into his tight hole. 

You began to shift under his iron grip signalling your need to speak. He immediately removed his hand and began to pull his dick from your mouth. 

Regaining your breath, you signalled toward your restraints. He reached over you and untied you. 

“I’m sorry, Honey. Did I go too far?” he said with a concerned look.

“Not at all. I just need my hands, Dear.” 

His eyes widened and he blushed furiously. After all these years, he still wasn’t attuned to all of your tricks. 

“Do I have your permission, my love?” you asked innocently.

He blushed harder before nodding furiously.

With a smirk, you rolled your wrists and pulled him lower on the bed. After adjusting his legs, you spat on your hands and rubbed them together, warming them up. 

Harvey followed your actions attentively, hoping he might be able to figure out what you’d planned for him somehow.

Maybe he’d not had enough time today because he was completely in the dark as you began to suck on his balls and circled a finger around his hole.

You heard his breath quicken as you felt his balls tighten. 

Slowly, you pushed your finger into his fuckhole. He moaned loudly and gripped your hair with renewed intensity. 

“Fuck, Farmer! Please. Harder,” he whimpered.

Slowly, you inserted a second finger. As you resumed curling your fingers inside him, he let out a short cry. 

“Farmer… I’m close. Please. Let me come inside you, my love.”

Without another word, you removed your fingers and readjusted your position, straddling him once more. 

“Farmer…,” he said when the two of you made eye contact. 

You smiled and aligned yourself with his fat cock. 

After a brief kiss, you sank all the way down.

The two of you took a moment to adjust before he began thrusting up into you.

Inhaling slowly, you began bouncing up and down determined to bring your husband the pleasure he so deserved.

With his hands positioned on either side of your waist, he began guiding you. 

Your movements were quicker and more intense now. It was obvious that your dear husband was so very close.

With one final thrust, he let out a loud groan and came inside your tight little hole. 

You weren’t quite done, though, so after a brief moment, you resumed your movements chasing after his waves of pleasure toward your own.

The two of you shared a chaste kiss before he settled you next to him on the bed, kissing your forehead, and leaving the bed to get a washcloth to clean you up.