in which...

...there's a first time for everything

request: This is going to sound really nasty, forgive me. But how do you think H would react to making Y/N squirt? I've always wondered.

that's not nasty at all, it's completely normal!!

I think it'd be a bit of a shock for both of them. She knew she was feeling good, she could sense it, deep down in her tummy, could feel that burning coil spreading throughout her whole body. Harry could always make her feel like this, he just had his way, with his words, his body and his movements. Could get her to cum within just a couple minutes if she was truly aching for him. And she really was tonight.

This time though, she could feel herself building up to something slowly and steadily rather than in waves, like she usually would. Every stroke of his fingers against her walls, every breathy word whispered over her skin, every flick over her clit built her up to something that she could only describe as feeling different. Her mouth hung open and she moved her leg from the bed over onto his shoulder, to get a better angle because he kept hitting a spot that felt really intense, but would miss it with the next stroke.

"S'that better for you?" He asks, digging his fingertips into her knee. "S'daddy making you feel good, doll?"

"S-So good!" She yelps, her hips raising off the mattress only to be pushed back down by his arm.

"Shh, that's okay, I'll take care of you." He kisses her lips, the two fingers he has inside of her moving at rapid speed, hitting her in all the right places and making her toes curl at the intense feeling. "Gonna cum fo' me?"

She breathes in heavily, her vision clouding and chest feeling tight. "I-I think so..." It's different, it's truly different, that's why she can't tell if she's tumbling over the edge or building up to something new.

And when it happens she truly has no idea, only realizes it from the sudden wetness spilling down her legs and because the noises from his fingers thrusting become a lot more squishy sounding. She gasps, pulling her hands away from where they were holding tight onto his shoulders and clutching them to her chest, trying to push her body away from him, the intense feeling making her want to curl away. He makes sure to hold her down, fingers slowing their rhythm, until they just still inside of her. She covers her eyes with her hands, still bathing in the intense feeling of her release, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Y/N!" Harry gasps, looking down at the mess she'd made of the sheets and all the way down his arm.

"No, no, no..." She shakes her head, trying to snap her legs shut, but his body is standing in the way.

"Hey- look at me." He pries her hands away from her face, trying to find her eyes. "There we go, come back to me, pet. Eyes on mine." She's still breathing heavily, thighs shaking and twitching. "Fuck..." he breathes out, a light smile taking over his features, "you've got to tell me."

She frowns, but he swiftly just thumbs it away, "tell you wha'?"

"What it felt like, that- that was absolutely incredible, you've got to tell me, poppet." He kisses on her cheeks, eyes twinkling with a newfound excitement.

"I-I don't know...." she shrugs her shoulders lightly, because how on earth could she even describe that to him? "Like... kind of like a rush, or a surge. T'was strange," she shakes her head, pulling away from his kisses because his hair kept on tingling her face, "and wet."

"Yeah, I felt that too." He chuckles and she pushes at his chest with the little strength she has left in her body. "That was," he looks at her with an emotion in his eyes Y/N doesn't think she's ever seen before; something between a sense of accomplishment and admiration, "so fucking hot."

"Stooop!" She leans away, dodging the kiss he wanted to press to her lips.

He just smiles against her skin, biting softly onto the apple of her cheek and leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Think I can make you squirt again?"