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marks

Y/N loved Harry's thighs.

They were thick and soft, perfect to grip and lay her head on. His inner thighs were sensitive, which meant he squirmed a little bit whenever Y/N pressed her lips to different spots there, laughing a little as well whenever she nipped at the soft flesh. He'd sometimes try to squeeze them together whenever Y/N was sucking him off, keening high in his throat at the feelings all over his body.

But she especially loved leaving marks on them.

Whenever she got the chance, she'd leave marks on his inner thighs, so that he'd feel them whenever they rubbed up against each other as he walked around. They'd be little reminders of what they did the night before, reminders of the sinfulness and filthiness, reminders that she was his, that her lips were there.

"Y/N, stop teasing." Harry huffed out impatiently, biting his lower lip softly as Y/N continued to kiss his thighs instead of where he wanted her to kiss. He felt her spread his legs a little wider, a soft gasp leaving his pink lips when she sucked a hickey onto his left inner thigh.

"Be patient, baby." She murmured softly, before sinking her teeth into Harry's thigh lightly, making him smile a little.

"You tease too much." He muttered, loud enough for her to hear, and she pinched his thigh gently, a soft 'ow' leaving his lips.

"You take what I give you, yeah?" She said, her tone a bit firmer now, and Harry's cheeks grew warm.

"Yeah." He replied softly.