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squirting blurb! (request)*

all for me?*

heaven is between her thighs*

getting harry off in public (request)*

we talk all the time

breeding kinkrry*

open up*

meandom!rry*

i know i have been terribly inactive on this account with writing and i am so so sorry about that.

im currently working through some mental health issues, and as of right now don’t have any plans to continue writing until i feel stable enough in myself to do so! i hope you all can understand!

thank you for all the love you have given me and my account in the few short months i have been active, and i hope to one day continue writing my dirty filthy smutty stories for you all to enjoy :D

i really like it!

it’s not suuuuper strong like im used to my vibes being, but it’s got a really good rumbly feel to it!!! i feel it deeper than just surface level if that makes sense? like not to get too into it but it’s a lower frequency than my go to toy, so I feel that it ‘goes through me’ and it’s more of a full body feeling!

tehehehhe of COURSE !!!! (squirting supremacy!!)

word count: 1.3k :D

also lowkey this picture got me riled the fuck up for a solid week

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“Please, Harry- I need you to touch me. It hurts.” y/n’s hips are pressed into Harry’s hand that he has resting on her tummy, craving some sort of friction to soothe the burning heat between her legs.

“You’re just so needy f’me pet. I mean, I suppose, but only since you asked so nicely.” His voice is smooth like silk in her ears as he spreads her lips with his thumbs and takes in the view of her glistening cunt.

Harry’s lips press a light kiss to her clit, sliding his hands over her thighs to keep her spread open for him. He grunts at the taste of her arousal, the sweet taste flooding his taste buds. Languid licks of his tongue stimulate her clit, earning a gasp from her.

He removes himself from her pussy, looking up at y/n with a smirk. “You like that? You like when I eat this sweet cunt?” His words are teasing, and her only reaction is to push his head back into her.

The hint is taken, and his nose settles against her mound as he buries his face against her. The sweet smell and taste of her has him hard in his pants. He envelops her clit into his mouth once again, sucking and licking simultaneously.

Her hands are grasping at the bedsheets, her body glistening with sweat. Small moans leave her mouth at every swipe of his tongue, which only feeds Harry to keep going.

“I need- fuck,” she breathes in sharply, trying to catch her breath. “Fingers, Harry, please?” The words come out as a hardly intelligible sentence.

Harry groans at her request, sending vibrations through her body. One of his hands moves from her thighs to her cunt, his mouth releasing her clit as he uses a finger to spread her wetness along her slit. “You know you’re so fucking wet for me? Y’pussy is practically begging for my fingers…”

He teases one finger into her at first, but with the way she’s taking it, he quickly adds another. “Oh fuck… sucking my fingers right in. Needy girl.” Her hips buck up from the mattress as a whine leaves her throat. Her mouth is hanging open, eyes glazed over. “Look so pretty like this f’me, honey. All spread out on my fingers, your puffy little clit twitching… looking all fucked out up there. Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby.”

The first thrust of his fingers inside of her sends sparks through her body, a long, loud moan leaving her throat. He builds up his rhythm before reattaching his mouth to her cunt. Her walls are clenching on his fingers, squeezing him tight- he knows if his cock was inside of her, he wouldn’t last a minute.

Strings of moans leave y/n, as her back arches off of the bed, hips digging into the mattress. She brings one of her hands to her nipples, grabbing as if she needed something to hold onto. When Harry adjusts his fingers, a gasp leaves her lips suddenly.

“Oh, fuck, Harry, you gotta- fuck- you gotta stop- I have to pee-“ Panic sets into her stare, eyes widened at Harry. A knowing smirk settles on his face. His fingers continue to hit the spot inside of her that keeps the unfamiliar feeling building inside of her, with no signs of stopping.

“Harry, for real- fuck” Her head throws back into the pillow behind her, letting out a deep groan. “I can’t hold it- I don’t know what’s going on. Feels so fucking good. Im gonna cum. Fuck-” Her hand reaches down to clutch onto his curls, fisting them in between her fingers.

Harry’s fingers work fast, hitting her g-spot with ease, as her walls start to clench on them. He moves his mouth from her cunt and uses his thumb to rub at her clit instead. “Cum for me. Wanna see my girl cum all over my fingers. Fuckin’ cunt squeezing me so tight. Give it to me.”

With a hitch of her breath, the feeling of her orgasm washes over her. It’s unlike any other- it’s white hot, with sticky spurts of hot liquid gushing from her around his fingers. y/n’s hips convulse against Harry’s hand, grinding in an attempt to get any more pressure on her cunt.

Harry groans when he realizes what’s happening, the sheets and his chest now wet from her squirting for him. “Keep going, baby, keep coming for me, fuck- look so fuckin’ gorgeous squirtin’ all over me, making a mess.”

His fingers work her through her orgasm, murmuring soft, encouraging words. When she’s letting out small whines from overstimulation, he stalls his movements, slowing down before pulling his fingers from her.

y/n is exhausted, legs still shaking from her orgasm, and breathing heavy. Not once in her life has she ever cum that hard, god forbid squirted.

With heaving breaths, she makes eye contact with Harry, whose chest and face are coated in a layer of her release and is currently licking his fingers clean.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby. Gonna have you fuckin’ cumming like this more often.”

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“Need you to give it t’me one more time, baby; need you squirting all over my fucking cock. Come on. Give it to me.”

y/n’s face is pressed flush into the mattress, her ass in the air with her cunt presented to Harry. His cock thrusts into her at a vigorous pace, hitting her gspot with every snap of his hips. He’s coaxed three orgasms from her already, the bullet vibrator pressed to her clit not giving her any pause in stimulation.

“I don’t think I-“ A particularly hard thrust cuts her off, the end of her sentence trailing into a moan. Her cunt is aching, her brain is foggy, and the sound of Harry’s voice in her ears is the only thing she can focus on.

“Y’wanna know how much I love feeling your tight little cunt squirt all over for me?” His hand pulls back and smacks the flesh of her ass before pulling her cheeks apart and watching his cock slide in and out of her hole. “Can’t stop fuckin’ thinkin’ about it all the time. M’always thinkin’ bout it at work, and I gotta go fuck my hand just so I can concentrate. Thinkin’ bout how good y’pussy feels coating me with your cum when I should be giving a presentation- fuck, gotta pretend my hand is y’cunt squeezin’ over me.”

The thought makes y/n moan loudly, arching her back even more. “Yeah, you like that? Knowing I’m gettin’ off thinking about you? Fuck, maybe we’ll need to record your pretty cunt squirting f’me. Keep it on my phone and watch it over and over.”

“Harry- please-“ she’s begging, the feeling rising in her tummy. There’s no possible way to hold it, her thighs starting to shake and her cunt starting to throb. “I can’t- I can’t hold it, fuck-“

y/n’s walls spasm as a rush of fluid releases from her once again, pooling over the sheets for the fourth time tonight. She clenches over his cock, sending Harry into his own orgasm with a deep groan. “Fuck, just like that, baby, milk that fucking cock, make a fucking mess all over me…” Buried deep into her unprotected cunt, he fills her to the brim with his cum.

Vibrator now forgotten- Her quivering legs give way, falling forward into the mattress below them. They bask in the aftermath of their orgasms, and the warmth of being entwined with one another. Harry’s the first one to move, reaching forward to caress the side of her face, and rubbing her temple beside her shut eyes.

“Y’alright, sweetheart?” His voice is smooth like honey.

A small, blissed-out hum leaves her lips, a small smile playing on them. One of her eyes opens, staring at Harry.

“One more time?”

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warnings: exhibitionism, hair pulling, orgasm denial

word count: 1,450

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“You knew what this tiny little dress would do to me, yet you still fucking wore it.”

Harry’s hips pinned y/n’s against the tile of their friends’ bathroom sink, their gazes locked on each other in the mirror. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark, while her eyes widened at the feeling of his cock throbbing through his trousers.

The dress she chose was perfect for the occasion- a short, pink dress to celebrate their mutual friend’s birthday. It was an anniversary gift from Harry, and whenever she wore it, it always ended up on the floor before the end of the night.

And tonight? She was just enjoying her cocktail when she felt Harry’s hand grab her hip and drag her into the vacant bathroom down the hall from the party.

His hands tug down the straps, exposing her bare breasts in the mirror. They bounce when he yanks the fabric that was covering her ass to her waist, revealing the lace thong she was wearing.

The quiet groan that left Harry’s throat was enough to send a wave of arousal to her cunt. The palm of his hand comes down to grab her ass, kneading the flesh between his fingers. Small moans come from her with every squeeze of his hands, the coldness of his rings contrasting the warmth of her skin.

“Let me guess, you knew what was going to happen when i saw you in this dress,” His eyes move to hers again in the mirror, sliding his finger underneath the waistband of her thong that was resting on her hip. “S’you wore these little panties that barely cover any of your cunt,” he pulls the elastic band back, letting it go with a snap!. “Because you wanted me to see them. Y’knew i’d pull you into this bathroom and fuck you, leave y’dripping with m’cum for the rest of the night, yeah? Is that what you wanted?”

A gasp left her lips at the feeling of the waistband snapping against her skin, goosebumps erupting across her body. it’s true, she knew what would Harry would do. She knew that he had no problem leaving her full of his cum in public.

His fingers abandon the waistband on her hip, sliding down her torso to press them to her clit, over her panties. The touch makes her back arch, ass pressing even more onto the pulsing tent in his pants.

When she doesn’t respond, his other hand grasps a handful of her hair roughly, pulling her head back to force their eye contact. “I asked you a question. Did you fucking wear this because you wanted me to see them?”

y/n swallows, mouth ajar from the sudden movement. “Yes, fuck, I did. I did.” She chokes out.

He pulls her hair tighter in his fist, halting his fingers on her clit. “You did what?”

“I-“ she stutters, eyes moving over his. “I wore these panties- and this dress- because I knew, and I wanted you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me Harry, I need it.”

With a quiet growl escaping his throat at her begging, his hand releases from her hair to fumble with the belt buckle of his pants. He slips the lace fabric of her panties to the side, revealing her cunt that’s already dripping wet for him. Within seconds, his tip is lined up with her entrance, teasing her slit and collecting the slick arousal.

“God, I knew you were desperate, puppy, but I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping all over m’cock.”

In one swift motion, he sinks his cock into her. Hes trying to hold himself back from fucking into her too roughly, giving her time to stretch out around him. Her walls are gripping him like no other- that and her small whine at his cock entering her is enough to make him let out a strangled groan.

“Oh… fuck, gripping me so tight m’love.” His voice is quiet, sounding almost pained in her ear.

Her mind is pretty much blank, the only thought being how good Harry’s cock feels inside of her. The stretch is a lot- but she knows it’s worth the little bit of pain.

“Shit… you’re so fucking big Harry- you feel so good deep inside of me. I need to feel more, please- I want you to fuck me, I can take it- please.” Her voice becomes progressively more whiny, begging for it.

“Fucking Christ-“ he mutters, his hips pushing into hers fully. The tip of his cock is tucked deep into her, almost touching her cervix. She moans loudly at the feeling of being full, which earns her a mumbled ‘be quiet baby’ from him.

His pace quickens, thrusting into her hard enough to make her tits bounce with every movement. The sound of skin hitting skin is ringing through the air around them, and surely audible to anyone who passes by. His fingers make work on her clit, rubbing small circles and pinching it every so often.

With every thrust, y/n lets out small ‘uh uh uh’ sounds, from the sheer amount of force behind each snap of his hips into hers. Harry always delivered when they had sex- and to no surprise, her orgasm was starting to knot up in her stomach rather quickly.

“Harry- shit, im gonna cum. Can i cu-“

“Hey, mate, it’s Adam. We’re about to take pictures and sing happy birthday to Rob. I think it’s just the two of you were waitin’ on.”

The words were preceded by a knock, one that made y/n jump a little in surprise.

Harry’s hand clasps over her mouth, muffling her moans. His thrusts change from hard and fast to slow and deep to soften the noise of their skin against eachother, continuing to rub her clit with fervor.

He brings his mouth to her ear, whispering his words just low enough for her to hear. “Do not fucking cum.”

His words only usher her closer to her orgasm.

“Sorry, we had a little, um” his breath hitches at the feeling of her walls clenching over him, his head tossing back. “y/n was feeling a little ill, so im making sure she’s alright enough to come back to the party!”

A quiet whine leaves her throat without her permission, Harry’s hand still rubbing her clit and his cock touching her cervix with every thrust. “Harry please- I can’t-“ the words are quiet and muffled still, almost intelligible.

“Hold it.” Harry mutters again.

y/n can’t help but squirm in his grip, tears brimming her eyes from holding back her orgasm. The feeling of him all over her makes it nearly impossible, but she knows that it’ll be much worse later if she disobeys him.

“No problem, man. Hope the missus is feeling better. See you out there!”

As soon as Adam’s footsteps had disappeared, Harry’s hand is gone from her mouth, grabbing her hips and pulling them back to meet his thrusts. “Held it so good f’me princess. G’na cum too, need to feel you cum for me baby- wanna feel you squeeze my cock with your tight cunt.”

With his permission, all restraint y/n was using to hold off her orgasm was released. Her back arches against him, eyes rolling back from the feeling of pleasure running through her veins. His hand works her clit, carrying her through her orgasm. His hips push deep inside of her, and with a groan, fills her to the brim with his cum.

A beat goes by as they catch their breaths. Her brain is jumbled, unable to think straight, hands pressed into the countertop in front of her.

“I’m g’na move you to the toilet and get you cleaned up, alright pet?” Harry’s voice is gentle and soft in her ear, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

With a nod from her, Harry gently pulls out, leading her to sit on the open toilet seat. He stands up and wets a piece of paper towel to tenderly wipe the running mascara and eyeliner from under her eyes, squatting to her level.

“Did s’good for me, y’know that? Always so so good, baby.” The reassurances make her smile, blushing slightly when Harry kisses over her face after.

Their comedown is always important- even when they’re in a time crunch, there’s no excuse for no aftercare. It helps prevent either of them dropping later on, and it provides them time to just sit with eachother and recover.

Harry takes a square of toilet paper and gently wipes the remaining cum from her, careful to avoid touching her oversensitive clit.

“Let me know when you’re ready, baby. There’s no rush at all, okay? Take your time.” He brushes her hair behind her ear again, thumb wiping a stray black mark from her mascara.

She lets out a deep breath.

She’s so incredibly lucky to have him.

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a/n: ive been being superrrrrr self critical of my writing lately, so it takes me awhile to get it out, and i still kinda hate it most of the time ! thanks for the patience <3

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taglist: @devilsqueen722 @angeldavis777

warnings: oral sex (f!receiving)

word count: 1,028

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“I can’t believe this is all for me, puppy. So fucking wet…”

Her white cotton panties weren’t hiding anything- especially with the darkened wet spot visible between her legs. y/n was so wet, and she thinks that if Harry wasn’t physically holding her down, her legs would be squeezed together out of embarrassment.

His fingers brush over the wet spot, the action sending a shiver down her spine. The panties are pulled taut over her cunt, her slit visible from under the fabric. “You like that? You like when I touch you over your pretty little panties?” Harry looks up at her from where he is, lying between her legs where his face is inches from her center.

From her laying down position, she props herself onto her elbows so she can make eye contact with him. His eyes stare into hers, a ravenous look on his face. She brushes her hand through his curly hair, tugging slightly at the roots. “I need you so fucking bad Harry… please.” y/n begs, voice filled with need.

He chuckles at her desperate begging, his fingers hooking through the hemline of her underwear, pulling it down her legs and discarding it to the floor.

She’s absolutely soaked. Her pussy is coated in arousal, glistening in the light of their bedroom. “You’ve been hiding this from me all day, yeah? Hiding this wet cunt underneath that little dress you wore out tonight, fuck. Can’t believe you were like this around our friends. aching for my touch while everyone else was having a good time together. So fucking naughty.”

It’s true- her thighs were constantly rubbing together at the bar tonight in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her clit. When Harry noticed, he only made it worse for her- whispering naughty things in her ear, grabbing her thighs and kissing her /way/ more than usual.

He uses both of his hands to spread her lips, revealing her clit, which was erect and begging for attention. The way he’s staring at her cunt like a predator hunting prey is enough to make the arousal in her stomach twist even more.

As if it was a magnet, his mouth was immediately on her, licking around her clit while his nose was buried in her mound. His face was fully shoved into her, pressing like he couldn’t get closer.

“Holy- shit.” y/n moans, grasping his hair on his head harder than before at the feeling of his mouth on her. Her hips rut against his face, but was quickly corrected by his hands wrapping around her legs and holding her hips down.

“Stay still, or I stop.”

A pathetic whimper leaves her throat at his demand. His tongue works her clit, switching between tracing small circles over it and sucking it into his mouth. He can’t help but groan at the taste of her, the vibration coursing through her body and making her moan out his name.

“Taste so fucking good. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He takes a break to breathe, moving his thumb over her clit and rubbing while he talks. “I wish I could eat it for every meal, bury my face in this cunt and make you cum on my mouth every single fucking meal.” His chin is coated in a mix of arousal and his saliva, a filthy sight.

Harry’s mouth returns to her clit, fingers moving down to tease at her entrance, before slipping two fingers inside.

She whines, back arching at the feeling of his fingers inside of her. “Harry, I- fuck-“

He pulls away from her again, this time thrusting his fingers inside of her while his thumb works her clit. “Aw, dumb puppy can’t even form a sentence. Do my fingers feel too good? Feel bigger and better than your own? Use your words.”

“Yes, so much fucking better. So much bigger.” She chokes out, the arousal in her tummy getting stronger. “Feels so fucking good.”

His fingers find that spot inside of her that makes her squirm, brushing up on it with every stroke. Another loud moan leaves her lips at the feeling, sending her to the edge of orgasm.

“Harry- im gonna- im gonna cum, please? Can I cum?” y/n always asked if she could cum, which made his head spin. He hadn’t even asked her to do that, she just did, and that’s what he absolutely loved.

“You’re such a good girl for asking, baby.” His fingers work faster, his eyes looking up at her. “Go ahead, cum for me. I wanna feel you squeeze my fingers with this cunt. Fucking cum all over my face and fingers.”

“Oh my god- thank you! Thank you thank you thank you-“

With a loud cry, her hips thrust forward and against his hand, her orgasm coursing through her body. Her walls squeeze around his fingers, pulsing with each wave of pleasure, and back arching off of the bed.

His fingers work her through, slowing down when she starts to come down from her high. “Jesus Christ-“ she breathes out, reaching down to push his hand back, overstimulated from her orgasm. “S’too much.”

He laughs, pulling his fingers out of her, a small whine coming from her lips at the emptiness. “You did so good for me, always do such a good job for me, pretty girl.” He takes his fingers that are wet with her arousal and cleans them with his mouth, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips.

y/n lets out a small sigh, still catching her breath from coming so hard. “Do you- do you want a blowie? I don’t mind.” She borderline pants, looking at Harry who is now hovering over her.

His bulge is prominent in his jeans, but he shakes his head no regardless. “I’m okay, baby. Getting you off gets me off.” He rolls over to lay next to her, pulling her into his arms, her body curling against him.

“We still gotta get you cleaned up-” he starts, before hearing a small snore from where she lays on him. He laughs quietly, settling his head on the pillow beside him. “It can wait.”

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a/n: sorry about the hiatus yall… hopefully i can update more regularly now that my classes are over!!!

taglist: @devilsqueen722 @angeldavis777