Could you do one about overstimulating him, like after he’s come you just continue riding him and hes all squirmy and moaning
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Warnings- overstim, smut, subrry-ish, daddy kink (what a mix), cum play, unprotected sex, completely desperate H
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“Fuck- fuck, baby, please…” sweat glued strands of hair to his forehead as Y/N continued to grind in his cock. “Please, I dunno if I can go again so soon.” His mouth was dry and his stomach clenching as the wet confines of her cunt kept his snug inside of her. His glasses falling down his nose, he felt her push them back up as his head tilted against the back of the couch.
His hands gripped her hips, unsure if he wanted to actually stop. It felt so good, so overwhelming as his cum dribbled out of her and down his balls. The blanket they had under them would be ruined, the slushy sound of her lifting up and down shallowly and the hit of her ass against his thighs made his eyes blurry. He knew what to say to get her to stop, if it was really too much, but it felt so delicious that his toes curled and his cock twitched inside of her.
“I’m not done.” She pouted, eyes peering down at him. “God, it feels so good. Got your big cock all the way in my tummy, H. It’s not fair.” One hand kept her upright on him whilst the other pushed his hair back, observing how pretty he was. Such broad shoulders, his button up half undone and skewed to the side. His hair that he kept mostly tamed, a complete mess from her hands. Seeing him so utterly undone by her own hands, her own cunt? She’d never felt better in her life. “Do you really want me to stop? Because I will, baby…”
Harry could feel her grinding on him with each drop down onto his prick. He was aching from it, his thighs tingling but it was too incredible to stop. Digging his fingers into her hips he shook his head, a little whine leaving his throat as his cock twitched pathetically inside of her.
“N-No, baby. No. Don’t stop. It’s jus’ so much.” He slurred, eyes holding as she tilted his head back. “I can’t- it feels amazing n’ I want more, but I feel like M’gonna explode. Baby…. Fuck, you’re so perfect n’amazing and I’ve never-“ he let out a shaky gasp as she bounced harder on his cock. He could feel how wet it was, what a mess they were making. His trousers a heap around his ankles and the taste of the her engrained on his tongue, there hadn’t been much experience before her but he knew he didn’t want anything after her. It was her or nothing. No one else could feel this good. “Baby, angel, my love- oh my god.” He shuddered, the squelch of their sex was loud, her pussy sopping wet with her arousal and the last load he’d given her.
“What, H?” She cooed, panting from the exertion. Seeing him wrecked under her was worth ruining every bit of makeup on her face, the burn her thighs would feel tomorrow, every bit. “You want to cum again? Love my pussy enough to give me another load? You can do it.” The encouragement had his eyes rolling back and her poor used pussy clenching around him. “Tell me, handsome. Fuck into me.” Grabbing his glasses off his face, she tossed them to the other side of the sofa and tugged his hair back with a sharp grip. “Give it to me, Daddy.”
One thing Harry was good at was listening to her. As weak as he felt, he held her hips and let her forehead fall to his own, breathing against her lips. Using his feet on the ground, he began to fuck up into her. It was sloppy and rough, whimpers leaving his mouth as his face contorted in pleasure. “Oh, my love- I can’t…” he gasped into her mouth. Even with her in charge, the nickname had his balls aching. “Fuck me. Please don’t stop, M’gonna cum again and I’m gonna make a mess and I want you to feel good, please baby- I love you, I love this pussy, I wanna cum in it again. Im gonna, please say you want it. Tell me to cum, I’ll give you anything you want.” The smack of skin increased, Y/N’s wet gasp from his cock pummeling up into her making her eyes widen. Harry really would give her anything, the sweet boy. He was all hers, and she wouldn’t be letting go.
sooo what do you think level up!harry and y/n are up to rn? i miss them sosososo much, 'level up' might be my fav fic of yours!
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Currently, Y/N is a giggly, drunk mess. Harry was tipsy, but nowhere near as gone as Y/N. Stumbling into their apartment, Y/N gasped as she tried to look around, but it was far too dark.
"H-Harry? I think.. Think I'm losing my sight." She hiccuped. "Can't see. Should I call a Doc?" The words were slurred as she kicked her heels off, letting her purse drop to the floor.
With a chuckle, Harry adjusted his glasses and flipped the lights on, making Y/N gasp.
"Nevermind! It's back. I can see. Probably just malfun... Malfuntion." The incorrect pronouncation had him shaking his head, leaning down to pick her bag up off of the ground. Hanging it on the hook along with his jacket, he watched as she padded into the kitchen, making lots of noise as she looked for a cup.
"Malfunction, sweetheart." He corrected, greeted with a confused look on her face as she whipped around. His flannel shirt was around her shoulder, claiming she had been too 'chilly' at the bar for her bustier style top and dark wash denim to do the job. He'd handed it over, leaving him in his baby blue tee shirt. "Never mind. What do you need?"
While he was definitely a bit tipsy, Y/N was smashed. A rare sight he had only seen a few times so far, but entertaining nonetheless. She was excited and giggly and super clumsy which had stressed him out a bit, but other than that he was happy to see her let loose. The next semester would start soon and she needed the off time.
"Water. Banana. Uh..." she blinked a few times. "Oh! Chocolate chips. Please. Can I have some?" her fingers tangled in his shirt, giving him a pouty look that wasn't necessary but very appreciative. "I'll give you a blowie. Can't reach the pink cup."
"While I appreciate the offer, you aren't doing anything of the sort until tomorrow when you're sober." His large hands held her flushed cheeks, kissing the middle of her forehead tenderly. "You're so silly, baby. Sit down and I'll bring it to you."
Y/N preened, nodding as she climbed on to the stools they had at their breakfast bar- their dining table was cluttered with some of Harry's work- kicking her feet to some beat Harry was sure she was heating in her head as she waited.
His own clumsiness kicked in, accidentally knocking over one of the plastic cups they kept on the bottom. A yelp escaped him before he realized what it was, giggling to himself for the stupid scare. Righting it, he grabbed the pink cup from the top- much more carefully, he would add- and brought out the filtered water pitcher to pour her a cold glass.
Next he pulled out the large back of semi-sweet chocolate chips, pouring some into a small bowl meant for condiments, placing it back in the cabinet before finally grabbing her banana. He knew that she would need it to sober up and it would be a better scenario for her tomorrow.
"Here." he rounded the bar, sitting on the stool next to her with his own water. "Eat your snack then we're brushing teeth. Put some painkiller in my pocket to have at the bedside when you wake up." He smoothed her hair out of her face and lip gloss before she took a sip. "You're drunk."
"No. I'm Y/N. Or your Loooooveeee." She sang, wiggling her brows. "S'what you called me in front of everyone. you said, 'careful, my love.' and 'easy with the shots, my love.'. So nice. Sexy." She sighed, leaning into him slightly before popping some chocolate into her mouth. "Gonna marry you. Hope you know that. Get prepared."
"Trust me, It'll be the best day of my life." He smiled, steading her on the stool as she turned to him.
"Better than when we saw the baby penguins at the zoo?"
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Buttercream
Y/N could be considered an odd omega, choosing her own path. Harry found a bakery with the most delicious scent and he’s tried every treat in the bakery case to find out what it is- or who it is.’
Or, architect H x Bakery Owner y/n with ABO in the mix
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Y/N loves her small town and has no desire to leave. Especially not after getting her dream job as the Styles family ranch, helping assisting with the award winning horses and breeding program. The mountain and valley view are a perk of the job- but the best view is the sweaty cowboy she gets a front row seat to.
Or, small town cowboy romance
Parchment
Hiding a pop star in her stationary shop in NYC certainly wasn’t on Y/N’s bingo card- especially since she didn’t know who he was. It’s a good thing he returned to thank her for her troubles.
Or, Pop Star H x Stationary Shop Owner Y/N
Diffident
Harry is shy and Y/N is not. Navigating the intricacies of college dating, nosy roommates, broken glasses, video games, callbacks and a different type of studying.
Or, nerdy H college au
Pleasure Island
Harry is on the reserved end, and isn’t too happy when his quaint little bookshop is neighbored by an erotic accessory shop.
Or, bookshop H x sex shop Y/N and their activities exploring the wilder side of sex
Welcome Home
Y/N has been hearing strange noises, feeling odd cold spots and…. Talking to the ghost that roams her house.
Or, Ghostrry! DARK CONTENT AHEAD!!!
Love Bites
Exclusive Wolfrry 🤭🤭
Lush
Living in Las Vegas, escort Y/N gets hired by tall, dark and handsome Harry to sit pretty on his lap… until he has another proposition that he’s hoping she’ll consider
another level up / nerdy harry blurb? im inlove with him 🥺
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“Your glasses are crooked.” She muttered, reaching out to fix his frames. “Did you trip on your way here?”
He had arrived a bit breathless in the courtyard, backpack thrown down on the picnic table and their tray of drinks placed in front of her. “Yeah. The pavement is so uneven… lawsuit waiting to happen, but that isn’t my problem.” He flushed slightly at the knowledge she had noticed such a thing. There was luckily not many people around when he stumbled but he managed to keep from flailing on the ground.
“Well, as long as you’re okay, Bambi.” She always teased him about his long, clumsy legs and his body that was willowy and pretty. His legs had a mind of their own sometimes and he knew that, but the soft nickname often said in jest did make him feel a bit warm. “I stole your flannel from your car, by the way.”
That, he had noticed. The red worked well with her cropped top and jeans, a staple of him marking her that soothed that part inside of him that had always loved when people found out she was taken. He felt so… happy. Proud. Loved showing her off. “It looks better on you anyways. Keep it.” He took the bag with their treats and handed it to her. “I got the lemon cake and some cake pop things. I wasn’t sure which you wanted today.”
Being the thoughtful baby he truly was, Y/N cooed at his gesture. Leaning in, she grabbed his chin with her hand and planted an obnoxious kiss to his lips. Loudly pecking them with a ‘mwuah’ that had him blinking fast as she pulled away. His shyness was still something she found to be utterly fucking adorable, but he could handle this. “You are the best boyfriend in the world. I hope you know that.” She sighed, lifting his arm and placing it around her shoulders. Pinching off a piece of lemon cake, she carefully guided it to his mouth and fed it to him.
“Mm. That’s pretty good.” After swallowing thickly he took a sip of his iced tea with his free hand, fiddling with her hair with the other. “How did you do on your test?” He was still a bit timid with PDA but trying to get more comfortable with it. Especially when he saw how she melted into him and preened when he would kiss her cheek or hold her hand, pull her closer or whisper to her. Once she had explained it made her feel like he was proud to be with her? He had made massive steps to make sure she knew.
“Ugh. It was fine, but you know how Mrs.Daniels is.” Her eyes rolled and she took a hasty bite of a cake pop herself, huffing through her nose. “Why say open notes if the notes aren’t going to help shit? And I used my sexy, top of class boyfriend’s note tips and everything.” A flair for the dramatics, she definitely had.
“Really? It didn’t have anything to didn’t the notes?”
“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’, handing the other half of the pop to Harry to bite off. “All shit that we had barely covered. Swear the old hag is delighted to watch us flounder like that. But she’s luckily the only bad one this year.” Y/N loved educators but some of them were obviously in it for the wrong reasons. “I want to not talk about school though. What I want to do is eat our cake pops and have our drinks, and then I want to go listen to the Arctic Monkey’s in your big car and make out in the backseat. And I want you to put your hands inside my jeans.”
Harry’s brows raised, still amazed at her audacity to just say those types of things. Of course he wanted to do the same- he would never turn out an opportunity for kisses, especially in the car. But it was very… specific.
“Can I ask… should I ask why it’s so detailed?” He blinked a few times, looking at her in curiosity.
“Always dreamed about doing it. Redownloaded tumblr last night and thought about my youth in there. It’s why I chose the ripped jeans. I listened to their album last night and then Daddy Issues… thought it would be ironic and hot to make out to.” She shrugged it as if it was a normal thing. “We have 3 more cake pops to eat. Eat the chocolate one last, I want to taste it on you.”
Harry wasn’t going to complain about that.
“We have to take off your glasses though this time. As hot as they are, you can’t take them off and we roll over them again. Okay?”
Omg will you please do nerdharry next for the texts if you feel up to it ? 🥰🥰
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H- italic
🦋: bold
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🦋: haaaaaarry
🦋: haaaaaar
🦋: h
🦋: H.
🦋: h please it’s important t
🦋: Harry baby
🦋: Harry I really need you rn
🦋: I’m so serious
🦋: Harry.
H: babe
H: I’m so sorry angel I was in the middle of a game
🦋: hmph.
H: what’s wrong, babe?
🦋: …
H: ???
🦋: can we go to Taco Bell ✨
H: … this is why you spammed me? 🥲
🦋: yeth 🤓
H: Christ
H: I nearly shit myself looking at my phone after I ended the game
🦋: sorrrrry my luvvvv😙😙😙
🦋: but I was on YouTube being a supportive gf and watching one of your gameplay vids
🦋: and they have the nacho fries there and I reaaaaalllly crave them now 🥺
🦋: and you’d be the best Bf in the whole wide world if you’d take that lovely car and drive over and come and get me and we can go get Taco Bell and then get you a gas pill so you don’t kill me when we watch movies tonight
H: ????
H: you’re dragging me for gas??
🦋: yeah
🦋: I don’t expel gas
H: ha
🦋: don’t say a thing
H: okay. Fine. But I want you to do the thing with my head
H: the scalp massage. Playing with my hair. Please 🥸
