WELCOME TO THE MASTERLIST FOR IN MY FEELINGS

Do you know who you are?

I’m never coming back down

model!y/n has a new nightgown that ceo!Harry really likes

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“I know, baby,” Y/N cooed as she carried a whiny three year old Riley on her hip. He wore pajamas and was crying for milk. She got the gallon out of the fridge and poured some into a pot.

She had walked passed Harry in the hallway and immediately caught his attention.

“Daddy, come on,” Mila whined, tugging at his hand. They were on their way to the laundry room to look for Mila’s new favorite socks (they were pink, soft, and sparkly), a gift from her Uncle Ian.

“I’m coming,” he hummed, allowing her to pull him away.

They found the socks in the dryer, and Harry sat her on the machine to help her into the socks (she’s perfectly capable but he loves to baby her). “Sit for a moment, let’s take these clothes out of the dryer,” Harry grabbed the hamper and started to put the clothes inside. “Alright, on daddy’s back,” Harry turned around and crouched a bit. She jumped onto his back. “Hold on tight,” he told her, since he was carrying a full hamper.

After Harry and Mila folded all of the laundry together (she didn’t want him to leave just yet so they made a deal), Mila was asleep and Harry went on to find his wife. He couldn’t get the image of her body in that long, silk, lilac nightgown out of his head. It was clear she didn’t have anything on underneath, and the picture of her breasts in the silk alone was enough to make him needy. He had never seen that nightgown before, and was wondering when she bought it and from where, so he can purchase more).

When he got to their bedroom however, she was laying on her side, arm perching her head up as she watched Riley drinking his milk from his sippy cup. Harry’s entrance caught Riley’s attention, but he soon turned back to Y/N while drinking his milk.

“Jake’s still asleep?” Harry asked.

Y/N nodded.

“I’m gonna shower real quick,” Harry said.

“Okay.”

Y/N was rubbing lotion over her neck and arms when Harry got back, and Riley was no longer in their bed.

“Put him in his crib?”

“Finally got him to sleep, yeah,” she hummed.

Harry climbed into bed completely naked, fluffing his pillow before laying down with a quiet groan. “Cuddle?” He held his arm out and looked up at her (she sat up against the headboard while he layed down).

She nodded and finished moisturizing her arms before she gladly cuddled into her husbands body. He kissed her head.

“How was your day, baby?” He hummed.

“It was good. Work went by fast. You?”

“Good. Same; think the day went by fast in general.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed.

“Mila helped me fold the clothes, so if some look a bit wonky it wasn’t me,” Harry chuckled, his hand slowly traveling down to Y/N’s ass where he proceeded to squeeze and massage.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Y/N smirked as she moved a bit closer to him, resting her hand over his chest. She moaned quietly at one particular squeeze.

“When did you get this nightgown?”

“Julissa bought it for me last week.”

“That was nice of her.”

“Yeah,” Y/N was now clenching part of Harry’s shirt in her fist.

“I really like it. Feels soft too.”

She hummed in response.

“It’s quite long, but...”

She laughed. “I know, right? But it’s comfortable.”

“Well that’s all that matters...can I see the rest of it? Didn’t get a good look when you were carrying Riley.”

“Mhm,” Y/N pulled away, 99% sure the only reason he wanted her to pull away and show him the front of the nightgown was so that he could have access to her breasts.

“It’s nice,” he hummed and nodded before ducking down and placing his parted lips right around her covered nipple.

“H!” She laughed, but he only hummed and sucked again.

His other hand came up, wrapping around the curve of her other breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. He moaned when he did, just at the feeling of it in his hand; of course he had to squeeze again, much harder this time. It made her moan.

Harry moved his mouth from one breast to the other, rubbing the tip of his tongue up and down her covered nipple while his hand squeezed her other breast. Another moan espcaed his lips; he just couldn’t help it.

“You should not get so turned on by this,” Y/N stated despite the warmth she now felt between her thighs.

“I agree, can’t help myself,” he finally pulled away, cheeks pink from how hot he now was. “Let’s see here how we can...” he trailed off, gently grabbing the strap on her shoulder with his index finger and thumb, pulling it down her shoulder.

She bit her lip and instinctively reached out for his head as he moved closer to her bare chest now. Her hand gently guided him by the back of his head, fingers gently scratching at the soft hair at the back of his neck.

Harry’s eyes closed at the same time that he opened his mouth to wrap his soft, pink lips around her nipple. He hummed as he sucked and moved his head from side to side slowly, slowly pulling off and then pressing the flat of his tongue against it, wanting to taste her breast in his mouth in any and every way that he could.

Then Y/N did something that he loved, and that never failed to turn him on. Only she’s ever done it, which excited him even more. Her nails dug into his neck a little, just below his hair. It made him try to fit more of her breast in his mouth, humming a bit while he sucked, because he knows she likes the way that feels. “Like that, baby?” He asked when he pulled away, licking her other nipple before beginning to nibble. “Hm?” His eyes rolled up to see her face as he did.

A shaky moan left her lips, which made him smirk.

“Gonna take that as a yes, beautiful.” He pressed his lips right to her nipple. “Can I make you feel good?”

“Why are you even asking?”

He laughed before he kissed her, and began to push her dress up until it was bunched up around her waist. “You’re right, dunno. I forgot that you’re my property,” he said, waitin for the funny response that he knew was coming.

Y/N snorted. “Mhm, you keep believing that.”

Harry laughed again before he hummed, beginning to press kisses to her neck as his thumb found her clit. “You drive me crazy,” he nosed at her neck a little before biting gently. “Smell so good too.”

“Told you to use my lavendar body wash, but no, apparently, you-“

“Shhhh,” he laughed. “Fuck, you love to argue. Stop that...It’s hot.”

Before she could respond with something snarky, Harry’s sure of it, he pushed both his middle and index finger inside of her at the same time. Therefore, rather than attitude, Harry got a whimper.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. “So fucking wet, both of my fingers slipped right in. Greedy little thing, you are,” he groaned as he curled his fingers inside of her before giving her a hickey just on the side of her neck.

She was out of breath and lost in pleasure, but still managed to pat on Harry’s cheek. “Not too much, babe,” she whined breathlessly. “Seeing your mom tomorrow-“ her hips snapped up and she moaned loudly, her hand flying down to Harry’s wrist. He started to thrust his fingers harder and faster, the only sound now being his fingers dipping in and out of her wet pussy.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he hummed, biting his bottom lip as he watched her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips were parted a little, her chest was rising and falling quickly, her legs were wide open for him (as he liked them to be), and her hand was squeezing his wrist while he finger fucked her. “Like getting your little cunt fucked with my fingers, huh? So fuckin’ wet, babe, hear that? Hm?”

“Harry,” she moaned. “Just like that, babe, please. I’m so close.”

“Cum on my hand, cum all over my hand, darling. Go ahead, whenever you’re ready,” he leaned down to kiss her lips for a second before pulling away to watch the show.

She gasped when he pushed his fingers as deep as they could go then curled them upward. It’s one of her favorite things for him to do. She grabbed into his bicep with her hand that wasn’t on his wrist, and squeezed. “I’m gonna—H, I’m so close-“

“Yeah?” He cooed. “Can feel your wet little cunt squeezing my fingers, barely lettin’ me move them, baby,” he chuckled.

With a loud “fuck”, Y/N was cumming, riding his fingers as she came.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed, her eyes falling shut as she gave herself over to the exhaustion.

“Yeah?” Harry was smiling cheekily as he watched. “Good?”

She nodded and reached her arms out for him.

“Aw, I’m here, baby,” he cooed, hugging her close (partly to comfort her, partly because her breasts were still on display and he did want to feel them on his chest). He kissed her head and pulled her tighter.

She held onto him tightly, and moaned quietly when he kissed her. He skillfully licked into her mouth, initiating what turned out to be a very sloppy make out session while he squeezed handfuls of her breasts.

“Are we going to do anything else or not? Because I have to get myself together before one of the kids wake up, you know the boys don’t sleep through the night every night.”

“Do you want to do anything else?” He asked.

“Wanted to return the favor.”

“Well you know you don’t have to,” he pecked her lips. “But it will never be rejected either,” he smirked cheekily.

She laughed quietly, reaching up to pull his face closer so that she could kiss him. “Sit down, stupid.”

Harry gladly sat on his side of the bed. “It’s all yours,” he gestured to his lap.

Y/N decided to keep her dress bunched up at her waist as she crawled towards him, placing her hand on his thigh to balance herself as she kissed him. He moaned at the feeling of pressure on his thigh and leaned his head further down to deepen the kiss. Her free hand wrapped around his length which stood tall and proud, and slowly began to move up and down. She knew Harry loved it when she got to it quickly—he’s eager and hates waiting. Especially for her mouth.

First Y/N smudged a kiss onto the side of his warm, throbbing tip, then another before her lips wrapped around it and sucked. Harry’s entire body twitched when she did so, even though she only sucked for a moment before pulling off with a quiet pop. His hand had flew to her head when she did, so it was still there when she pulled away, gently caressing her hair now.

Y/N hummed as she sucked on his tip again, this time beginning to bob her head; first she only did it on his tip, then she slowly started to get lower and lower each time she went down.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. He loves when she starts off with just the tip then gets deeper and deeper. She knows how much he loves that. “That feels so good. Fuck,” he groaned when she moved her head faster. Then she pulled her mouth off of him to catch her breath and began to pump him with her hand again.

She moaned gently, “fingering my pussy made you this hard, baby?”

Harry could barely keep his eyes open.

Sure, he’s gotten head from many other women, and he’s gotten it from Y/N too many times to count. But she drives him crazy. Just her hand on his crotch, even over clothes, makes him rock hard. Therefore, when she has her gorgeous, full lips on his bare, hard dick—he’s a lost cause. Not to mention when she licks up his length like she’s trying to catch dripping ice cream off an ice cream cone. As she started to do while Harry was laying there panting.

He moaned, his toes curling and his poor bottom lip being bitten harshly. He reached forward and snuck his hand underneath her, his fingers gently brushing over her nipples.

“Oh, I should have known,” the sound of her voice made him look at her; she was licking her lips. “Those are what made you this hard.”

All he could do was nod.

Y/N’s hand was moving quickly, up and down his length as she left soft kisses on his balls, eventually sucking them one by one.

“Yes,” he moaned, slowly sucking in a deep breath. “Just like that, baby, right in your mouth, tha’s right,” he held her hair tightly now, but didn’t guide her head any which way because she was already doing everything he wanted her to do.

“Can’t believe I can fit all of this down my throat; you’re so big, H,” she moaned.

“Show me how you do that.”

She smirked at his word and desperation, trying not to laugh at his slick way of asking her to take him back into her mouth. She gladly did so, lowering her head until she had his full length in her mouth. She choked a bit but quickly began to suck and bob her head. A raspy moan sounded from Harry; those were her favorite kinds of moans of his. Aside from when he flat out groans loudly without a care in the world. That really turns her on.

“Youre so fucking good,” she heard as she was bobbing her head. She moaned in response, and the vibrations of her moan made him moan, and made his hand in her hair tighten. “So fucking good, babe, you’re so good at that.”

Finally, Y/N pulled up, panting but never leaving him unattended. Her hand was hard at work, trying to make him cum. Before she even fully caught her breath she was licking and sucking the side of his cock. She moaned as she did so, glancing up at him just because she knows it drives him crazy when she makes eye contact while giving him head.

His wife was correct; he was already looking down at her but when she looked at him his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back into his pillow (he was sitting up so he could see everything she did). “Shit,” he sighed loudly, his hips rolling up into the air involuntarily. “Swear my dick must taste like ice cream to you, the way you suck on it like that.”

Y/N giggled lightly, removing her mouth from where she was sucking the side of him while moving her hand on him to his tip. She took him into her mouth and started to bob her head again, half way down then back up, over and over again.

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned softly, completely out of breath, his cheeks burning red and his mind and senses overwhelmed with her mouth. “Don’t fucking stop,” he gasped, grasping her hair tightly where his hand rested on her head and pushing her head down. He held onto her hair as she moved her lips up and down his cock, sucking as she did so. Suddenly, he held her head in place so he could continue to move and started thrust into her mouth, moaning wildly with every thrust. “Gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, Y/N, take it for me, yeah?”

All it took was a moan in response for him to let himself cum in her mouth, making sure to pull out enough so that only his tip was in her mouth and his cum would cover her tongue. Some of it spurted onto her lips as his dick slipped out for a second, but most of it got in her mouth and she gladly gulped it all down. She hummed as she licked her lips then wiped whatever she couldn’t get (just a drop) with the back of her hand.

Harry had his forearm on his forehead as he layed on his back, panting loudly.

Y/N laughed as she climbed over him, straddling his lower stomach. “Was it good?”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds, but finally, with one deep breath that was louder than the rest, he raised his hand and held it in front of her. “‘m fucking shaking,” he laughed breathlessly. “You drive me fucking insane, Y/N, I’m telling you,” he’s said it many times before. “Getting head from you is dangerous for my health,” he was still breathing raggedly, and tried to take another deep breath before groaning. “Fuck, give me my bloody inhaler, I literally cant handle you,” he glanced at his nightstand and reached for it weakly.

Y/N laughed as she opened it and grabbed the inhaler for him, even removing the cap before handing it to him.

“H, I swear you act like you’ve never experienced any sort of sexual relations before me,” she laughed as he started to take his second pump. “We have a bunch of kids, you would think I wouldn’t have such an affect on you anymore.”

As he held his breath he raised his middle finger at her.

“Yeah, one would think that. Anyway, This is your fault,” he handed her the inhaler so she could put the cap back on and put it away. “It’s not like I’ve never gotten head before. But never fucking had to use my inhaler. Sometimes, using it after sex is normal for me. Especially when it’s cold out, you know that. But babe, seriously, I don’t know. I just don’t know. Yes, I’ve had my dick sucked before you but it’s just something about you. You literally make me lose my breath. Too fucking sexy, is what you are, that’s the problem.”

She giggled as she kissed his lips. “Are you complaining? ‘Cause I can stop giving you head, just say the words-“

“Not complaining. If getting head from you is the cause of my death then I’ll be happy to go.”

“Oh my gosh,” she laughed. “You’re stupid.”

“Seriously though, is my dick flavored? Swear no ones ever sucked it the way you do, you love my dick. You’re all over it-“

“Yeah, it is, tastes like strawberry ice cream, you dickhead.”

“Oo,” he hummed, as if he were pleasantly surprised. “I would have hoped for something like choco-mint, you know that’s my favorite. But strawberry is good too, I guess-“

“Please, shut, up,” Y/N groaned although she was laughing. “Your dick isn’t flavored, Harry! I’m just amazing at what I do. I can’t help it.”

“Only for me though, right? Didnt suck anyone else’s dick like that?”

“Oh my gosh, do you hear that? I think Riley is crying-“

“Oh fuck off, y/n!” Harry laughed loudly as he covered his face with his hands for a second before looking at her and laughing again, shaking his head. “Can’t fucking stand you.”

She giggled as she cuddled up to his side and pecked his cheek. “I didn’t love any of them like I love you though, does that make it better?”

“Sure, we can say that makes it better,” he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. He glanced down at her and they shared a smile before he leaned down to give her a slow, wet kiss that had both of them moaning before it was over. She hummed when he pulled away, then reached for her straps to fix her dress and cover herself up again.

“No, I like seeing them,” he whined. “And feeling them on me,” his index finger reached to gently rub her nipple. “So cute and soft. ‘n warm, helps me fall asleep.”

“Helps you wake up hard, is what it does,” she commented although she was laying back down. “I hope you didn’t rip a strap or something, babe, if my dress is messed up, you’re buying me a new one because-“

“I will gladly buy you as many of these things as you want. We have to check if there’s different colors, I think this is my new obsession on you.”

“I mean I know it looks good but what’s so different about this compared to my other night gowns?”

“Don’t know, this one shows off your body more. Not as loose...and it’s so fucking soft, like your skin. You may as well be naked.”

His big hand was busy massaging and squeezing handfuls of her ass that was still exposed due to the dress being bunched up at her stomach.

“Pull it down, I’m getting cold,” she complained.

He pulled their comforter over their bodies with his free hand, while his other hand gently cupped the curve of her ass. “That good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she hummed. “Even though you did that just so you can keep touching my ass.”

“Hey, it’s a win win. You’re warm, I get to touch your ass, why ruin it?” He joked, patting her skin gently before squeezing it once more.

“Then you wonder why I’m always wet. You are literally always touching me sexually or saying something ridiculously sexual; like, what the hell do you expect from me?”

“What?” He asked, digging his fingers into her ass in a way that delivered a nice massage. “You mean this makes you wet?” He asked innocently as his hand opened and closed around another handful.

“Yes,” she whined. “And we’re not doing anything else. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

“That’s fine with me. Goodnight, sweetheart,” he kissed her head. “I love you, ‘n I promise I’ll let you have some more ice cream in the morning, okay?”

His words made her laugh, and she pinched his bicep. “Goodnight, idiot. I love you too.”

“Hang on,” she said a few minutes later, and she reached for her phone that was charging on Harry’s nightstand (she lost her charger and ended up taking his without asking. His phone is dead.).

“Let me charge mine while you-“

“No, I’m just going to use it for a second, Harry.”

“It’s my charger-“

“Okay, and? I lost mine. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do and it’s not my problem.”

“We’re married, so I hate to break it to ya, but it kinda is,” she said before laughing at a text that came in (Harry heard the loud ding).

“Youre spoiled, you realize that, right?” Harry asked.

“Mhm,” she hummed slowly as she typed with a smirk. When she looked up at him she stopped smirking and rolled her eyes, then leaned over him to plug her phone back in. “My dad has spoiled me since the moment I was born. Did you think I would expect less from my husband?” She cuddled back into his side. He gladly welcomed her with open arms.

“No, I knew you were a little brat before I married you. Guess I’m just an idiot.”

“You would be correct in that assumption.”

Harry laughed. “Who did you text anyway? We were enjoying our post-orgasm state.”

“Julissa. Told her thanks for the nightgown and that’s it’s your new obsession.”

“Tell her I would personally,” he placed his big hand on his chest. “Like to thank her for thinking of you when she made that purchase.”

Y/N giggled. “Hand me my phone.”

Harry grabbed her phone, before gasping. “Y/N, what the fuck did you do to my charger?!”

“Huh?” She asked as she typed, not even looking up at him.

“You’ve had it not even a full day and you’ve ruined the fucking thing, how did this happen?” He held up the charger. It was bent and wrinkled at the end.

“Harry, don’t worry about it.”

“Babe, no, I’m genuinely curious. How did you fuck this up so quickly?”

“Okay, literally, I do not know, so leave me alone. I ordered myself another one, so you can have your little charger back in no time-“

“My little charger?!” He laughed. “Hell no, uh uh, Mrs.Styles, I’m keeping the new one you ordered. Why would I stay with this one when you’re the one who messed it up?”

She couldn’t help her laugh. “Because that’s not fair, why do I get the ugly one?”

“You did this,” he shrieked as he held up the charger.

Y/N giggled and covered her mouth as she did. “Okay, for real, I didn’t realize how bad it was but I’m still not keeping that one. I’ll order you another one too.”

“As you should.”

“Juliaaa said youre welcome, Harry, but take caution. I don’t want to see my best friend on sex sent me to the ER,” Y/N laughed through her words as she read the text.

Harry laughed as well. “If we ever were on that show it would be because of you. You’d probably break my dick or something.”

“Excuse you?”

“I mean, you love the way it tastes so maybe you’ll try to eat it one day-“

“Youre so weird, Harry, why would-“

“Or your pussy will get too tight one day when you cum and maybe it’ll just snap my dick right in-“

“Harry!”

“Or you’d suffocate me with your thighs-that,” he pointed his index finger at nothing, “would be enjoyable though, I’m not even gonna lie-“

Y/N held her phone to her mouth. “Thank you, now Harry is sitting here telling me every scenario he thinks could happen to us to get us on sex sent me to the ER.”

“Are you on the phone?

“Audio message.”

“Oh,” he hummed. “Honestly, I could also see you breaking my nose from squeezing my head between your thighs? Or just when you ride my tongue, that could also happen. Or when you ride my face, I mean you’re pretty careful but your clit does always end up touching my nose and I swear-“

“I’m going to sleep, this whole cute, romantic, sexy night has been ruined by all of your weird ass scenarios, Harry, I’m not gonna break your fucking nose and my pussy isn’t tight enough to snap your dick-“

“Have you felt that thing?” He raised his eyebrows. “I swear you’ve never fingered yourself then because-“

“Please make it stop,” Y/N covered her ears, making him laugh.

“I’m just kidding, baby, come here,” he kissed her lips and pulled her into his side.

“Stop already,” she complained even though she let him hug her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Come, want me to massage your ass again?”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes and whined. “Nobody told you to stop.”

“You’re right, dunno what I was thinking,” Harry cooed as he reached down and gave her a nice squeeze, then rubbed down, almost reaching her pussy before rubbing back up and and giving her another squeeze. “This what you want?” He started to massage deeply with the tips of his fingers.

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed.

Then she felt a kiss on her head. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” she smiled.

Insatiable*

A mini filthy blurb.

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex, riding.

Harry is ascending to heaven, he’s sure of that.

He must be one of the lucky ones who were chosen to be blessed in their lifetime. He can’t quite remember what good deed he did to deserve this—but he’s not letting her get away.

His ears were ringing and he felt dizzy, almost lost himself for a hot minute before remembering to keep his eyes on her. It would be a shame to close them.

His eyes couldn’t get enough of staring at her perfect body, right in front of him.

“So fucking beautiful.” He panted, his hands frantically roaming her skin.

She only responded with a soft whine, trying to keep up and ignore the cramping in her legs. She needed his cock, needed to ride him, no matter how tiring. She wanted to show him that she’s his good girl and that she can work for his cock to earn it.

It was hitting her sweet spongy spot, daring her to fall against Harry’s chest and beg him to fuck her.

But no, she bounced like a good girl on his creamy cock that was shining with a mix of their juices. She felt like their lower bodies were on fire—the heat bubbling up in her core was euphoric.

“Pretty girl showing daddy how much she loves his cock.” He praised her, moving a few hair strands from her face, before patting her head.

Damn right, she loved it.

The sound of skin slapping and her soft whines had him rolling his eyes. But again—he couldn’t keep his eyes away for too long. Her breasts were in his face, jiggling with every bounce, begging him to knead them and have a taste.

He untied her hair allowing it to cascade down her back. He adored her hair and loved giving her head scratches but most importantly he craved pulling it while he thrusted into her from behind.

“Gonna light me up with how warm your pussy is baby.” His raspy voice wasn’t helping her neediness, after all, she was in desperate need of his cock.

“N—need it.” She managed to confess through ragged breathing. The view he had may be sinful but hers is sending her straight to hell.

He was laid back against the headboard, a hint of a grin spread across his pretty face. His beard was still covered in her cum from when he worshipped her earlier.

His hair, so messy from the tugging yet still curly. She couldn’t help but glance down at his chest, a line of sweat trailing down to his chiseled abs that contracted under the dim light.

Not only can she feel how wet and messy they are but she can also hear it. In fact, his pelvis was already coated.

His pupils were blown and his lips were slightly parted in awe. He raked his eyes quickly from where they were connected, watching her sink on his length, to her gorgeous face and chest.

But—he can’t quite forget the setup he made. He placed a tall mirror behind them, so he can glance at it and get a good view of her back and ass that was red.

“Is that all you got princess, hmm? Thought you were my good girl.” He landed a harsh slap on her already sensitive cheeks.

“I—am.” He swore that she almost cried right there and then. He knows how uncomfortable the position must be and still—she fastened her pace.

“Shhhh baby, just take my cock. It’ll help your greedy cunt to rest.” He mocked, not forgetting to degrade her for her sigh of relief once he pushed inside—it was like her cunt needed his cock to survive.

His hands roamed her back which arched when he purposely thrusted all of a sudden. Her head rolled backward as she clenched on his swollen cock. She was his fucking sex goddess.

He couldn’t stop exploring her back as his ears listened to her beautiful whines and whimpers. He initially mocked her, asking her if she was ovulating—but maybe her pussy is just made for his cock.

He could tell that she was starting to get tired, her forehead dropped against his as she panted and held eye contact with him. His hand rested on her ass, rubbing over the red skin.

“Poor bunny, got tired already?” She nodded quickly, slowing down her pace.

“Then I should make use of this hole, right?” His deep voice went straight to her core as she whispered ‘please Daddy.”

He really felt like passing out from how good she felt, so warm and wet. Just for him.

He dug his heels into the mattress and placed his hands on her bruised hips before grinning at her and thrusting inside her.

“Need to do everything for you.” His thrusts were rough, and she could feel him in her stomach. “Always have to fuck this cunt or else you’ll drool like a puppy in heat.” The degrading went through her brain, making her moan like crazy.

He was feral with his pounding, she knew that she’d be sore for days to come. But she also knew that he would kiss her pussy to ease the pain.

She already came twice, almost came for the third time from riding him but she couldn’t continue. With his current rough force, she won’t last long.

He was so raw and primal—his tongue nipped at her skin, just anywhere. She could feel his rapid heartbeats, the thickness of his swollen length pulsing inside her as he fucked her repeatedly.

And god—don’t even ask her about his naked body, how his thighs and pelvis would look right now, all wet and coated from her juices. If she wasn’t already wrecked—he’d ask her to clean it up with her tongue.

“Cum inside me.” She begged as she held his face in her hands.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? My hot load inside of your cunt?” He teased, giving her deep slow thrusts.

“Yes—Daddy.”

“Hmm, maybe that’ll tame your pussy.” He pulled her hair roughly, and the sting of her scalp combined with his creamy cock was enough to tip her over the edge.

She trembled on his length, nails digging into his skin as she moaned his name like a mantra. His orgasm followed hers in a few seconds, unable to resist the clenching and pulsing of her warm pussy.

His hot cum painted her walls white, prompting them to moan louder as they kissed. The feeling of his cum deep inside her was like nothing else.

“My baby, so good for me.” He held her against his chest, as he pressed kisses to her face.

Sweat adorned their bodies and the smell of sex filled the room. He rubbed soothing patterns on her back before whispering to remind her of the bubble bath they had to take.

She simply replied by leaving a peck on his lips, and moving herself again on his sensitive cock.

An insatiable little devil. ——————————————————

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One Is Enough III

HERE Y’ALL FUCKING GO DAMN. HERE, TAKE IT.

Everyone is practically drowning in it now. 

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Long Island (11/28) - Kiwi

WELCOME TO THE MASTERLIST FOR IN MY FEELINGS

what it is: you and harry hate one another, like really hate one another–but then you start fucking. 

based off of lana del rey’s song in my feelings. 

*completed*

*warning: the sex in this series is going to be rough and a little mean (choking, slapping, etc) so if that’s not your thing…beware*

✰=smut

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part one

part two✰

part three✰

part four✰

part five✰

part six✰

part seven

Meus Amor (Hogwarts!Harry)

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Series Masterlist

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Platform 9 ¾ feels gloomier this year, at least that’s how Harry seems to find it. The worried looks on parents’ faces as they watch their children board the train makes him uneasy, especially when he hears their crude whispers and spiteful glares when he walks past them. “That’s the Styles boy, you want to steer clear of him,” they say as though he isn’t only meters away from where they stand. He chooses to ignore it though, at least that way he can pretend that he isn’t the son of a fucking wanted criminal. 

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Masterlist

finally i know- will update as needed

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Show me yours

Blurb night- 1.8k words

(Request: Maybe more catholic school H but there bestfriend and there both v innocent and its their first time trying _______ (whatever you want) just a thought? (For the possible blurb night.)

“Did you hear what Lily was saying about Connor?”

y/n looked up when she heard Harry’s voice, the two of them in his room trying to finish their shared art project. They had to do a joint painting of the schools logo for the competition being held to pick a new art piece for the Catholic school. Y/n was currently trying to fix her minor mishap of mixing the purple too dark on the lower corner of the canvas.

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Rough Day

Summary: For Harry, nothing makes up for a bad day better than rough sex. Luckily, he has his friend Y/N to help out with that.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut (friends with benefits, mean dom!harry, degradation, bondage, spanking w hands and belt, choking, oral, anal, use of ball gag and butt plug)

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Harry slams the door behind him as he enters Y/N’s apartment. He texted her earlier to ask if he could come over. His message alluded to the possibility of rough play, which Y/N could hardly ever refuse. As soon as he arrives, she can sense the irritability radiating off of him. It shouldn’t excite her this much—her friend being in a crappy mood—but it does.

“Hey,” she greets him, sitting up on the couch where she’s been indulging in some online shopping for the past hour.

He just hums in response and drops his duffle bag on the floor before removing his shoes, coat, and gloves.

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