in which...

...there are no boundaries

request: Something to do with Harry cumming inside you for the first time and he's So amazed he does it again and then makes you keep it in.

"Gonna let me do it, hm? Just like we talked?" Harry grunts, hips speeding up, meeting hers in a messy pattern that will most definitely leave behind some soreness.

"Puh-please..." Y/N gasps repeatedly, legs squeezed tight around his waist, not planning on letting go anytime soon ever since he's found that sweet spot that makes her toes curl and has been hitting it dead on ever since.

"Oh, even asking for it..." His voice is hoarse, struggling to let the words out and trying to keep himself from coming too fast. "S-So cute."

It's a mess of tangled sheets, sloppy kisses, intertwined fingers and wet lips. Sweat is running down Harry's spine and clinging to his hair line. It's hard. So hard trying to maintain control. He's so hard.

"W-Want it." Y/N squeaks at a particularly harsh thrust, nails digging into Harry's hips, trying to bring him flush to her body, needing to feel him as deep as he'll go.

"What d'you want, huh?" He rasps, eyes on the brink of rolling in the back of his head from how close he is. He grabs her chin harshly, gazes meeting, pupils dilated, lashes clumped together with tears of pleasure, "Tell me, puppy."

Y/N would normally hesitate, she's shy when it comes to voicing these things, it always takes Harry a good amount of time to get it out of her, although it's always worth it in the end. Not this time though, this time there is no hesitation, the desire so strong it's almost as if it talks for her.

"Come in me, p-please."

Those words, those three words and that sweet, sweet plea added at the end is what make Harry completely lose his mind, feeling her tightening around him so much it's almost too hard to still move. He barely manages to press his lips to hers, mostly just mashing their mouths together in a mess of saliva and teeth, and comes probably harder than he ever has in his life.

The room is steamy, the only thing echoing around the walls being small whimpers, muttered curses and harsh breaths. Usually he can keep it going for much longer, lasts more, is able to keep going, but they don't do it like this on the normal. They don't ever ditch the rubber, too afraid without it, too paranoid that it'll bring consequences. It took a long while and a thorough talk that got them here, in this vulnerable state, no protection, no boundaries, just- them.

And that's probably the reason why. It's so much tighter, so much slicker, warmer – wetter. Heavenly. How could he possibly stop himself from being so weak?

His orgasm is sudden, and it hits hard. It goes on for longer than he would've expected, brings a tingle down his spine, makes his fists clench and his stomach burst with what he can only describe as butterflies. He comes so much that by the time he finally manages to catch his breath he feels it start to spill from the sides, warm and tacky on their skin.

"'s a lot." Y/N whispers, thighs weakly trembling around his waist, struggling to keep her legs wrapped around him.

Harry hums, picking himself up and shifting inside of her, making her whimper lightly in oversensitivity. Picking her legs up from underneath her knees, he holds them as he looks down to where their hips are still flush together, curiously moving back and slipping about a quarter outside, a gasp escaping both of their mouths. It drips down onto the covers, so much faster than Harry would've thought, looking so...beautiful.

"Fuck me..." He bites his lower lip, not able to help himself from thrusting back inside, wanting to push it all back in, not let another bit drip out. "Sweet little cunt, keeping me in there so well, aren't you?"

The only response he gets is a loud whine, both of her palms covering her face in shame, but Harry can't really move his eyes away, too focused on what's in front of him. He lets himself slip almost all the way out, just to see it, just to see how much there really is, how beautiful it looks dripping out of her – before thrusting back in harsh and punctuating, eliciting moans from both sides.

When it gets too much, too sensitive to handle, he brings himself to a halt buried deep inside of her. So deep, she can probably feel him in her tummy. It's a thought that makes his cock stir a little in curiosity, but it's too much to handle right now. They sit like that, panting weakly and sharing sloppy kisses and sweaty cuddles for what seems like hours, but is in fact only a few minutes of them basking in the afterglow of it.

"Keep it in?" He begs, eyes sparkling, full of hope as they meet hers. "Please, fo' me. Just-just for a little while."

Y/N sighs, running her fingers through his hair and smiling weakly. "M'kay. But you're washing my hair later."

Harry gives a big dopey smile, a soft laugh escaping his mouth as he leans down to kiss her. "Anything for you, my love."