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♦️Period Hacks

1) Keep spare panties in a desk drawer at work or in a pouch in your backpack. Leaking blood onto your undies is an inevitability. It's going to happen, you know it's going to happen, so why not prepare and keep a few pairs of good panties (not bad ones you'll dread having to use) in your backpack or desk for when the blood flood comes?

2) Get a heating pad that doesn't require an outlet. Not only does heat feel really nice and cozy, but it stimulates blood flow and lessens pain from cramps. Most heating pads need to be plugged in, but as long as you have access to a microwave in your office kitchen, a hot water bottle doesn't need an outlet to relieve your cramps. There are cute options on Amazon, or you can go DIY, and make your own microwavable heating pad by filling a knee sock with rice and tying off the ends. If you're truly desperate, your hot laptop is basically also a heating pad. Just don't burn yourself.

3) Cut down on coffee. It seems counterintuitive to scale back the caffeine while you're probably at your sleepiest, but your body will be so happy if you do. Caffeine can cause your body to retain more water, resulting in a nasty bloated feeling, and worsen cramps. Don't make things harder than they already are. Just cut out a bit of your daily caffeine.

4) Plan your period snacks ahead of time to make sure you're not going crazy with salt. Another thing that makes your body retain more water is salty foods, which you probably crave while you're on your period and your body feels like it's falling apart. Save yourself from the tempting pull of cravings by actually giving snack prepping a shot the week of your period. Some good things to include in those snacks are fatty nuts like almonds, oranges, bananas, and a lil bit of dark chocolate.

5) Use meat tenderizer to save the undies and jeans you thought you ruined. You may think you ruined your pants, but you did not actually ruin your pants. Verified clean person Jolie Kerr has a lot of great tips for getting bloodstains out of things (and almost all of them involve things you definitely already have at home). Meat tenderizer powder (not the spiky hammer thing) is cheap and especially good for getting out old, set-in bloodstains — like the ones you get when you have your period on your undies at work or school, and can't immediately take them off and rinse them in a public sink. Kerr recommends sprinkling the stain with tenderizer, adding enough water that a paste forms, letting it sit and soak for 20 to 30 minutes, and then rinsing with cold water before washing.

6) Go for a light jog, or, like, at least take a good walk. I know. I know the last thing you want to do when your uterus feels like it's trying to claw its way out of your body is go running. When you exercise, your body releases endorphins, a hormone that makes you feel good. Those endorphins can counteract the bad hormones that give you cramps (prostaglandins). To make running a bit easier so you're not squatting on the sidewalk every half mile (something I have 100 percent done), try taking a single painkiller about half an hour before your run.

7) Up your iron levels by eating lots of spinach and kale. The reason you might find yourself salivating at the thought of a red, juicy steak when you're on your period is because your iron levels could be a tad low. Instead of reaching for a greasy burger, which will only make you feel even more like garb, try other iron-rich foods like spinach and kale.

8) Use gauze and toilet paper to make a DIY pad. Because periods can't actually be tracked and are unpredictable little jerks, there will be times in your life when you need to fashion your own pad out of easily accessible, non-period items. As Jezebel advises, you can make a more absorbent pad with toilet paper and gauze, which is included in most first aid kits (and your office or whatever restaurant or store you're at when danger strikes should have a first aid kit). Wrap the gauze in toilet paper, then take another strip of toilet paper and affix the mini gauze pad to your panties by wrapping it around the pad and your underwear. This is key because it'll keep the contraption from slipping around to your butt, instead remaining of beneath your period-y vagina.

9) Go to bed an hour earlier. Not only will this counteract the effect cutting back on caffeine has on your body, but your body is doing a shit-ton of work menstruating and whatnot. Since I doubt you can just sleep in an extra hour (this should be allowed TBQH), going to bed a bit early is the best way to combat period sleepies.

10) Start taking painkillers two days before your period starts. Prostaglandins are the hormones that spike a couple of days before your period to trigger your body into its menstrual cycle, so that's why you probably experience cramping before the blood ever shows up. You can lessen the actual period cramps by taking painkillers ahead of time — don't wait until you're in a ball on the floor. Stay ahead of the pain. Ride the crest of the wave.

11) Eat some dark chocolate. It'll taste good, feel good, and dark chocolate (good dark chocolate, ideally 65 percent cacao) contains magnesium, which helps fight cramps.

12) Masturbate (or just have period sex). This doesn't work for everyone, but a lot of women say orgasms actually help alleviate cramps because it sends a huge rush of blood to your lower abdomen and releases oxytocin, which can help your uterus relax (aka stop cramping like crazy).

13) Boil ginger in your hot water tea. Ginger looks disgusting (just my opinion) but works wonders for a lot of period-related things. You already know it helps with nausea (that's why ginger ale is the big go-to drink when you're sick), but it can also help reduce inflammation and pain that makes cramps feel worse. To make ginger tea, get some ginger root at the store, peel the skin off, cut it into little pieces, and boil those little pieces in the water you use to make hot tea. Mint or lemon tea is a good option for your ginger water — steer clear of anything with caffeine, like black or green tea.

14) Stay off the scale. Do yourself a huge favor and don't weigh yourself on your period. Water retention and weight fluctuation typically wanes off throughout your period, but the last thing you need when you're already grumpy and bleeding is to be tricked by your body into thinking you put on weight. Don't do it. Just don't!

15) Don't even think for a second about wearing your tight jeans. You're already uncomfortable, so why torture yourself by squeezing your bloated tummy into your tightest of jeans? I wish we could all just wear potato sack rompers while on our periods, but no one has invented that outfit yet. So in the meantime, try wearing that big, flowy dress you have in your closet or those trendy sweatpants that are somehow acceptable to wear to work now. Don't put stiff denim on your lower half during this trying time.

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A/N: hellooo!! i’m posting this at 3 am rip. it’s been a lil while since i’ve written a longer piece but here it is, prepped and ready to go!! i hope you all enjoy and thanks to Babs @mizpahes​ for helping me edit it!! :-)

Rating: M for Man, Get Ready For Some Smut 

Word Count: 5.6k

masterlist : ask 

Y/N had a bad habit of forgetting to wear underwear sometimes and Harry thinks it's about time he start complaining. 

It's not the nudity that bothers him-- no, he rather fancied seeing her bare as she would lay on her side, facing away from him, fast asleep with her flowy, cherry-colored nightgown bunched up over the swell of her bum. Her whole body would rise and fall subtly with relaxed breathing as her hair was spread out all across the pillow, her hands tucked under her head, the duvet pushed down to where it stopped just right where her bottom would curve into the back of her thighs. She was the image of the pure innocence that sleep brought, juxtaposed by the flashing of her not-so-innocent parts. It was beautifully ironic.

On this particular night, Harry had been dragged to a fashion gala per his management team's orders. Y/N hadn't been very interested in going and he wasn't one to force her, so he had attended alone. The event had ended at midnight and it took him nearly an hour to get home due to the fact that he had to be dropped off at a private parking lot halfway home to switch to another limo, all so he could lose the paparazzi that had been tailing him since he had left. He had stumbled into their small apartment a bit past one in the morning, groaning inwardly as he chucked his expensive tuxedo jacket onto the couch, drifting towards the stairs while working out the knot in his tie. 

Harry had dragged his feet into their room (clad in some high-end shoes that he knows Lou would slit his throat for being so careless with) and just as the silk material slid from his neck, his hand suddenly clutched it roughly as he was slapped with the abrupt scene of his panty-less girlfriend unconscious on their bed. Harry had stopped in his tracks, eyes widening as they followed the curvature of her perky ass downwards to where it lead teasingly to another more risqué place. His thighs had clenched tightly and his back had gone rigid as the heavy fatigue that clouded his brain was dissolved by an arousal-infused shot of adrenaline.

He had shaken his head quickly, blinking several times to try and shudder the temptation from his bones. It was too late and Y/N was asleep, and it would be so fucking rude to disturb her just because he was being hormonal. He had given a dismissive sigh, tossing the tie on top of the clothes hamper where it settled half-in over the edge. He thumbed open the buttons of his black silk dress shirt, attempting to get all the way down the column without glancing at a very appealing Y/N. Harry managed to get about three-fourths of the way done before he belted out a short, breathy, "fuck it" and in a few seconds was settled in between Y/N's creamy thighs, having nudged her onto her back to expose her fully. She had just trimmed and looked very clean and pretty, her scent making his mouth water and making the ducts of his eyes instinctively well up with tears of desperation. He was kneeled between her legs on the thick-carpeted floor, completely ruining the delicate material of his cherry-blossom-patterned dress pants, but honestly, he couldn't give less of a shit. She was there, soft and warm and smelling so fucking good; his Gucci suit was the last thing on his foggy mind. He had thought of starting slow at first, stirring her awake with gentle circles of his tongue against her clit to give the whole thing a more romantic touch. A bit of soft suckling at the tiny bulb just beneath the thickness of her, maybe even thumb over her whole heat slowly, gradually speeding up and sinking his middle fingers up to the knuckle just to stretch her out a tad. He can feel his cock trying to fight its way out of his boxers, jumping and twitching at every image flickering across his eyes. But all those ideas were discarded pretty rapidly as her fast asleep body gave a sudden twitch, a light, airy, dream-induced moan slipping past her lips. Y/N shifts slightly, stretching her neck and back, then slumping back into the fluffy comforter, legs parted even wider open. For a second he had thought she was awake and was messing with him (that moan had made his ears sting), but she didn't stir again, so he was in the clear. That is, until he let carnal instincts take the wheel. Fuck being romantic, fuck being patient and just-- God, just fuck her. Harry sunk his face entirely into her core, his tongue toying along the rim of her hole as his nose nudged her clit. He had pulled back, spidery strands of saliva stretching out and snapping from where he had been nuzzled. His tongue was on her again, swiping up and down quickly, his lips encompassing her as he moved his face from side to side, eyes rolling back into his head as he felt her center begin to dampen. Y/N was warm and melting onto his tongue and she tasted like everything good in the world-- like champagne and cream and the faint flavor of strawberry milk and he truly can't put words to how much he loves feeling her in his mouth. Y/N ends up jerking roughly awake from his desperate lapping, his nails digging into her supple thighs as he released shameful little moans and gasps that he really felt no shame for. He was flicking up her now-soaked folds, lips brushing and prodding deep as the vibrations from his quiet groaning coursed through her soft mound. Y/N had screamed (partially from incredible pleasure, partially from frightened alarm) and ended up kicking him in the jaw. Harry jolted back, landing hard on his ass with a panicked, "Umph!,” hand immediately going up to cradle his wounded face as he had eyed her in shock. "Ow?!" "What the fuck, Harry?!" She had gasped out, eyes wild as she gave him an intense once-over, one of her hands pushing against her chest as if to keep her heart from bursting through her ribcage. Y/N's groggy mind takes his image in, noticing his crumpled, half-unbuttoned dress shirt and the heavy bulge in between the thick thighs of his custom-tailored pants. He had smiled sheepishly, allowing his hand to slide away from his aching jaw and giving her a shy wave from his not-so-comfortable spot on the hard ground. "Hi, kitten." "Yeah, ‘hi!’ That makes sense! Why didn't you wake me up with that first before you started attacking my lady bits?!" She had fisted at the duvet, pulling it over her legs and up to her heaving chest, utterly mortified. Her hair was a rat's nest and her eyes were puffy from the sudden disturbance of her sleep cycle, but she could never look more beautiful to him. She was a grouchy mess, but she was his grouchy mess. Harry had slowly pushed himself to his feet, running a ring-clad hand through his short, messy locks and crawling onto the bed timidly, reaching out to grab one of her shaking hands to press a kiss to its knuckles. "'M sorry, love. Got a bit carried away." "I'll say," Y/N had grumbled, loosening her grip on the comforter and letting it fall to her lap. She had given him a hesitant glance, as if trying to decide if he was going to pounce on her again. "You just looked really appetizing with your cute little bum on display and that adorable Mickey Mouse nightgown; couldn't help myself." He gives her hand a playful squeeze and licks at the juices on his lips, savoring her sweet taste and hoping it passes off as a thoughtless mannerism. She looks down with furrowed brows, peeking under the collar of her pajamas to see that, indeed, she was not wearing underwear. "Whoops...Well, I'll be fucked." Harry had snorted at her blunt tone, pushing her into the mattress to straddle her hips, planting sloppy kisses all across her nose and cheeks. "If I have anything to do with it, then yeah." Y/N's cheeks had tinged bright red as she began to laugh, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into her warm body. And just like that, the awkward act was forgotten; that was one great thing about Y/N: she couldn't hold a grudge against him to save her life. "If I didn't have my head attached to my shoulders, I'd probably forget to put it on, too." She whispered into the hair at the crown of his head, pecking the area with fluttery kisses. "Can't argue with fact," he agreed as he nudged his nose against her own, blinking all hazy and slow in an attempt to seduce her, "but I can argue towards a good fuck right about now..." One of her eyebrows had arched up suggestively, her eyes then skimming down to where his remaining shirt buttons were still looped. "Yeah?" "Mmmm..." Harry pressed her further into the cozy mattress, already peppering teeny love bites down her neck. "Really need it. S'been a long night." "Well...guess one wouldn't hurt..." Y/N had breathed through a bitten bottom lip, eyes lulling shut as tiny shocks of pleasure shot through her spine, her reaction generating from the point of contact of his hot tongue. Her left arm had traveled down the front of his shoulder, down his chest and over his hip, her hand cheekily tucking into one of the back pockets of his fine dress pants, her other hand too busy playing with his bottom lip to copy its partner. She gives his ass a small squeeze and his eyebrows shoot up in amused shock. "Just one?" He then whines, rather dramatically, plumping his lips into a deep pout and blinking up at her pleadingly. She had smothered his face with the palm of her right hand, telling him to stop being an "ungrateful little shit" as he bit into the fleshy part naughtily, cackling to himself as a sharp yelp struck her vocal chords. Harry quickly coasts his large hands up her sides, digging his fingers into the suppleness of her tummy and watching as she bucks against the mattress, laughter ringing out clear across the whole room. "So I'm ungrateful now, am I? I don't see it!" He jests through a huge, dopey, toothy grin that makes his cheeks burn in the best way possible, watching with endearment as she wriggles around to try and escape his prodding. "But the little shit part? That I can." "Har, stop! Oh my Go-- stop, stop!" Y/N's head is thrown back in painful glee, the smile that compliments her features making Harry's stomach flop with love. "Am I living up to it right now?" His whisper is right up against her throat, lips dusting the area with playful pecks as his fingers cease their attack. "God, you fucking are!" Her breathing is raspy and shallow as she gasps out, finally being able to inhale properly. "I hate you so much." Harry rests his body over her's, propping his elbows on either side of her higher torso, snug right under her armpits. His palms cradle her jaw, thumbs swiping back and forth from the center of her chin up to her cheekbones, then back down. The caring caresses mellow her, breathing regaining somewhat of a decent rhythm but still rattling in her lungs. Her hands hold loosely onto his wrists as he delights himself with sharing his affection, glossy irises flitting around different points of her face. It's as if he's taking her in bit by bit, slowly painting her whole picture in his mind, where he can store the beloved piece of art deep in his brain for however long he lives. Y/N's eyes reflect utter infatuation as she watches him go through this process, which somehow seems so personal and intimate, even though all he's really doing is just looking at her. But he appears so breathtaking with his short, barely-curling strands flopping over his forehead and his long eyelashes tickling the tops of his cheeks. With his tainted lips settling into a gentle, lopsided smile and the cute little moles next to his mouth jolting every time the corners twitch. Harry's just a wholesome, entrancing sight to look at and she feels like an utter sap for feeling so gooey about him. Then he's leaning in, brushing that pair of ruby-rose satin lips against the underside of her jaw, right below her ear, the muscles of his thighs and arms shifting and cementing into place in such a way that they lock her body to his. The breath of his thoughts hits her dampened flesh before the actual words do, sending goosebumps roaring down her neck and arms. "Wanna come inside you so hard, so fucking much, that you'll be feeling me in your tummy for the next week." A lascivious grin spreads against the little alcove in which his lips are snuggled in, warm and enticing. Y/N inhales so quickly she goes lightheaded for a second, the air cold as it hits the back of her throat. "Har..." "Sound okay?" Harry licks bashfully at her earlobe, his mouth already edging towards tracing down the curve of her delicate neck. One of his hands has wandered down between her quivering thighs, sliding under the cotton material of her nightwear and cupping her dripping center for confirmation. "Seems okay." "It's most definitely okay." She grits out through clenched teeth, trying to maintain some form of composure, as scarce as it may be. "Good. Now, where's the lube?" Pretty soon they are a mess of sheets and sweat, Harry pinning Y/N's arms behind her head with one of his own while the hand on the other grips one of her hips tightly, guiding them against his. He had unbuckled and unbuttoned his slacks, having pulled them down along with his briefs just enough for his pulsing cock to slip out. His shirt is still buttoned at the bottom and he knows he should take it off to avoid ruining the material with sweat, but that thought is immediately cast aside when Y/N whispers into his ear how good he looks fucking her in his fancy clothes. "Y'like it?" Harry pants shakily, digging his short nails into the skin of her wrists as he gives hard, penetrating thrusts, his belt buckle slinking along to his pace. His knees are digging into the mattress, giving him enough track to maintain his rough, demanding rhythm. His rings are kissing deep bruises along her hip, the metal flower imprinting her flesh with the memory of this night. "God, yes!" She squeaks, throwing her head back against the stack of pillows as he licks a long stripe down the center of her throat. He tongues her hard nipples over the cloth of her pajamas, leaving a warm, wet patch to keep them nice and perky. "Think-- Think you can take charge for me? Want you to fuck me." He releases a long grunt, his balls knocking against the bottom of her bum. His pants have become uncomfortably tight around his thighs and ass, his silk shirt sticking to the heavy sheen of sweat coating his back. He wants nothing more than to tear everything off, his body overheating in the midst of the moment, but his need to satisfy her tops it all so maybe switching up the workload will help ease his woe. "Please?" Y/N shifts around a bit, slipping her wrists from his hold and pushing upwards against his sweaty chest, toppling him sideways. "My pleasure." Harry allows himself to be man-handled, resting limp as a noodle into the damp sheets, his eyes skimming over the crest of his cheeks as she moves to snuggle in between his thighs. Y/N takes his throbbing length into her one of her significantly smaller hands, the thin flesh bumpy with engorged veins. Her fingers wrap around it firmly, thumb gliding over the purple head as it bubbles over with precome, begging for her to do something. She abides, moving her palm up and down his cock at a tender pace, tonguing over the tip sloppily and living for the way he spurts lightly into her mouth, watery mewls spilling from his swollen lips. Her free hand coasts up his abdomen, scratching lightly and leaving faint red trails as evidence. She bows her head down to his skin, tongue tracing over the marks she had left, the hot, textured muscle causing his toes to curl and fists to tighten. Harry lifts his head off the pillow, straining to keep it up just to watch her lap up his fern tattoos, planting a kiss on each hip. Y/N follows the roads of tattoos and the dips of his flesh, ending up on top of him and chewing on his quivering bottom lip as her warmth sinks over his pulsing prick. She rides him at a fast, sloppy pace-- quick little slams against his thighs that work his cock roughly, his body stinging with ecstasy. She has her arms crossed behind his head, one of her hands fisting the hair along the nape of his neck as she mushes their faces together, the kissing all tongue and messy sucking. "Fuck me so good, angel. Fuck me until I can't t-think anymore-- shit!" Harry is a whiney, blubbering mess, hands snaked around her back as she bounces steadily on his sensitive cock. He lets his head fall back onto the pillows, biting along the inside of his bottom lip as a small smile of drunken pleasure twitches the corners of his mouth, a watery hum of gratitude working its way out of his sore throat. "'M workin' on it," Y/N pants hotly, wiggling her hips in small circles up and down his shaft. She licks down his jaw and kisses his chin, keeping her eyes glued to him and using his facial expressions as a guide for what to do. "Y'like that, Har?" The hot air of her words washes over his whimpering mouth as she picks up her pace, his entire body bouncing heavily against the big mattress as she goes at him with all of the energy she has. "Feel so good inside me, baby." Harry's eyes are lulling around in their sockets, tears blearing his vision as they squeeze out of the corners and trail down his pounding temples. His neck veins bulge as his blood boils with pleasure, jaw going taut as his shoulders and back flex spastically. He can feel the sweat bleeding through the expensive material of his shirt into the rumpled sheets below, his muscles seeming to be on fire as the heat reflects back into his wired up body. His voice is thick, throaty and raw, shaky from exertion, accent heavy and dark. "God, pet...So good fo' me..." Harry's fingertips are burning marks into the plushness of the dip in her back, causing her to squirm and clench against him. One of his large palms drifts upwards across the damp expanse of her clammy back, entire hand pressing flat against the middle of her shoulder blades, digits digging in lightly to help keep a decent hold of her. The opposite one slides down to grope at her bum, massaging it deeply and giving it a few sparse spanks for good measure. Small gasps force past her mauve lips at his sudden roughness, earning a raspy, satisfied hum from deep in the back of his scratchy throat. He looks down at her from under his lashes, eyes glittering and unearthly glossy under the watery reddish, bourbon-tinted light of a single lamp in the room, full of predatory-like amusement. "You love it, don't you? Dirty little thing, you are..." Y/N releases first, entire body quaking as his rings bite into her ass, his small encouraging moans and whines of ecstasy sewing her climax together perfectly. Harry bucks his hips up to meet her thighs, big hands pulling her down to press their chests together in order to bend her forward, opening her up even wider for him to fuck into. Their eyes are locked in an intense stare-down as she begins to unravel, the way Harry furrows brows and chews excitedly on his plump purple lips shoving her over the ledge. His two front teeth are worrying his juicy, puffed-up mouth as his dark eyebrows twitch and scrunch in concentrated euphoria, all of his attention on getting her to come. "You're doing so good, babe. Taking my cock so fucking deep and bloody ruining me, aren't ya? Wanna feel you gushing around me, so warm and slick and wet, darling. Wanna see how good it makes you feel to use me like this." Y/N senses a deep toiling in her tummy, a tight knot writhing and tugging inside the pit of her stomach. Her release is about to break through, obvious in how her thighs are tightening against his hips and how her chest is heaving uncontrollably, clit dripping over his throbbing balls and flushed pelvis. "Harry-- oh my G-God..." Her voice is weak and trembling, eyes drooping in blissful gripe as her nerves go haywire under his influence, body thrashing and jolting in his tight hold. "You're doing amazing, sweetheart," Harry mumbles softly against her slightly parted lips, tasting the desperation as she pants into his mouth. He bends his knees up, heels pressed against the bed so that she has a small alcove to fall into every time she thunks down damply over his cock. He kisses at the warm tip of her nose, breathing in her natural scent of sweat and lavender. "Come f'me, yeah?" Y/N nods with fervor, tugging at his wet curls as they tangle around her fingers, sticky with hair spray and texturizing mousse, smelling of raw sex and fresh tangerines. "Y-You're so big, H." "And you're tight, love." Harry kneads her bottom with the hot palm of his humongous hand, the metal bands around his digits scraping against her sweaty skin. He grins with smug amusement, nudging her forehead with his heated lips. "We fit." With teeny gasps and small groans, Y/N works herself to the finish line, release unhinging from the bottom of her tight stomach and exploding across every nerve of her being, sending pulses of intense sensations from the tips of her fingers to the back of her skull. She collapses against Harry's sweaty chest, hands shivering inside his matted locks as he continues to rock up into her gushing heat, the arm across her back tugging her downwards over his slimy prick as the hand gripping her bum pulls her hips forward to sway in small circles. He presses his hot lips to the crown of her hair, the water across her scalp coating his Cupid's Bow. He talks to her with soft comfort and admiration, feeling her gooey exhales against his bobbing Adam's Apple. "Atta girl, pet. Doing so well for me, hm? Such a tight fucking cunt on such a good fucking girl. Taking me like no one else ever could." Y/N whimpers brokenly at his praise, head shifting to the side against his dripping chest, one of her hands drifting down from his mess of shiny chestnut curls. Her index finger weakly outlines one of his swallow tattoos, shading it in with invisible ink, her mind already floating in subspace. Harry takes it upon himself to help her ride out her orgasm, slamming her hips against his at a rough pace that is slowly dissolving into tender rocking. She jerks and whines against his body, flinching every time his thick cock nudges a sensitive spot inside her. He just shushes her quietly, mumbling his words in a drunken, orgasm-forming stupor. "S'okay, princess. Need to milk you for everything you're worth. Should be done soon enough."    Harry manages to coax every ounce of climax from her body, evident in how his prick is slathered in her excitement as it seeps over his balls and stains the blood-red sheets below. Just when he thinks she's all fucked out-- her chest rattling with every breath and her knees shaking without stop-- he feels her walls give a sudden clench around him, gripping him tight and needy, and then a fresh wave of warmth washes down his twitching length. He gasps lightly, surprised by the involuntary action and shocked by the new liquid washing down his skin. Then, a cocky grin curves the side of his mouth, popping a single dimple into place as he chuckles deep in his chest, stirring up the gravel in his tired lungs to the point where she can feel his laughter coursing through her body and resounding off the knobs of her spine. "Did you just squirt, baby?" Y/N snuggles her head further into his warm, hard chest, blinking the blurriness from her vision as her cheeks grow hot and red, stinging with embarrassment. "Sorry..." Harry's brows crinkle in confusion, the hand across her back winding into her hair and tugging it gently, causing her chin to tilt upwards to face him. He pecks the corner of her mouth lightly, shaking his head and tutting. "Why are you sorry? S'fucking hot." Her blush deepens, dopey eyes flickering down to his cherry-stained lips with drunken desire. "Not sorry, then?" He reaches down, locking his both of his lips around her bottom one and biting it playfully, loving the way it swells in his mouth. "Definitely not." Y/N hums soothingly onto his tongue, face crawling with timid happiness, tummy throbbing with empty content and feeling full as he keeps himself tucked inside her. Harry threads his long fingers through her tangled mess of  hair, licking along the inside of her upper lip and sucking gently at her numb tongue. Her head suddenly pulls back, eyebrows raised up questioningly as her hand smooths over his chest. He whines like a child, already missing her warm mouth and relaxing breaths against his nose. "What about you?" Y/N whispers, hand drawing upwards to wrap loosely around his throat, causing his inhales to hiccup. Harry slowly licks at the corner of his mouth, tongue sliding across his upper teeth as his lips purse into a smug pout. His eyebrows raise up lazily and expectant, just to mess with her. His voice is low and full of faux, taunting cluelessness. "What about me?" Soon enough, one of Harry's arms is tucked under the back of his head, the other diagonal across Y/N's back in order to delve his fingers into her slick hair, digits winding around the roots and tugging harshly, rings catching on the sticky strands. She's riding him at a fast rhythm, thighs slapping down against his as her heat swivels around his twitching cock, resulting in his balls tightening instinctively as his abdomen knots and inner thighs clench. He's eyeing her with condescending hunger, lips set in a cocky smirk as the veins along his neck bulge in a foreshadowing manner. "Gonna make me come, petal? Gonna fuck me so hard it hurts?" She's clutching his neck with one hand, grip strong and vehement as she rocks his body against the creaking mattress, determined to draw every last drop of climax from his quickly depleting body. "Damn right I am." His breathing is starting to catch more and more, eyes slowly shattering as an orgasm wrestles for the reigns that keep his composure in line. Short, whimpering gasps are parting his lips, a sharp mewl ringing his vocal chords as her free hand scratches down the center of his wheezing chest, skin burning behind the trail of her nails. His tattoos tinge red beneath their ink, wiggling and expanding as his muscles contract with her actions. The bed is slamming against the wall now, headboard knocking on the plaster as Harry's forearm pushes against the red oak wood to keep his head from bumping against the surface. His heels press against the mattress, back arching in distress as his hips buck up inside his girlfriend, trying to topple himself over the edge. He uses his hold on the thick of her hair to bring her lips to his, forcing her to swallow his needy groans as she bites his lips raw. "Bloody hell..." He chokes out through gritted teeth, jaw going slack when she digs her thumb into the little dip at the center of his throat, his nerves instinctively going into a frenzied panic and intensifying the flashes of pleasure coursing through his blood. "Doing fuckin' incredible, angel..." Y/N grins cheekily into their heated kiss, giggling softly into his mouth when he gives her roots a playful warning tug. "Like how I fuck you, H?" She gives a hard squeeze around his thick circumference, causing his head to snap back against the pillows, jaw going taut while his eyes screw shut. "Jesus Christ!" In the matter of a few more minutes of rough slamming and long hip-wagging, Harry's coming, back thrashing off the bed as his eyebrows shoot up in bliss, eyes rolling back into his head so far he can feel them straining. Y/N bites down the slope of his neck, ripping the fabric of his completely soiled dress shirt off his broad shoulder so she can sink her teeth into the tight muscles, knowing it's a weak spot for him. The hand around his throat moves to grip the ringlets at the back of his head, yanking wildly until his neck is tilted so far back that the bump of his Adam's Apple stands out evidently from his flushed skin. "Shit, baby, please! Please, please, please, pl-- God, please!" Harry's crying out with absolutely no remorse, body quaking under her own as she rides out his climax. Colors kaleidoscope behind his shut eyelids, bright oranges molding into muted crimsons which turn into dark purples and ocean blues. Lightning flashes across the dark murkiness of his brain, bright and blinding as his orgasm takes a physical form in his mind. And all he can feel and smell and touch and taste is Y/N. All of his other senses take to her and only her-- the way she smells of fresh flowers and sex, and how her skin is supple and soft, and how warm and sweet she tastes against his eager tongue. How snug she is around him at the moment, cruelly milking him for all he’s got, just the way he likes it. Harry's spilling so much he doesn't think it'll ever stop-- so much to the point where there's a painful tugging at the pit of his stomach and a dull thumping around the inside of his skull and his ears are popping, warning his body that he might pass out. But then, just as his mind is threatening to slip away into unconsciousness, her sweet, sultry and oh-so caring voice pulls him back from the brink. "I know you are not about to pass out without cuddling me first, you prick." Harry's eyes crack open slowly, a whine vibrating off the back of his raw throat as she leisurely pulls off of him, the light suction causing his toes to curl against the wet sheets. Y/N lays over his exhausted body, limp cock still leaking scarcely as she tucks him back into his briefs, squeezing his thigh softly for finality. She scoots herself along the side of his torso, curling her body against his and tugging his warm arm from underneath his head to place it securely around her shoulders. "You're so damn needy." Harry sighs grandly, voice thick and croaky, eyes rolling with fake annoyance but, in truth, he loves cuddling just as much as she does, if not more. "Shut up." She pinches his ear jestingly, placing soft kisses across his hickey-littered neck, nudging his sweaty jaw with her nose. The little pecks of affection send a delightful shiver down his spine and across his relaxed shoulders, his lungs sighing in happy relief. Nothing will ever beat the content feeling he gets-- no award or Oscar or Grammy or anything-- when Y/N snuggles him with so much love and adoration after a heavy fucking session. Absolutely nothing.   Harry entertains himself with toying at the ends of her messy hair, pressing his lips to her ear and biting gently, growling into it playfully until he has her in a fit of giggles, face tucked into the dip of his neck. "Y'know what?" Y/N's muffled voice speaks up from her little hiding place against his throat.   "What?" He humors her, pulling at her locks a bit to signify he wants to see her face. She pops up below his chin, lips pursing into a tiny amused smile as she sponges her swollen lips against the subtle dip on his chin. Harry looks down at her fondly over the tops of his rosy cheeks, chest still heaving slightly from how hard she'd worked him over. She just stares at him for a few seconds, prompting him to give her an expectant quirk of his brows. "I think I should forget to wear underwear more often." Harry throws his head back in a burst of laughter, eyes crinkling and teeth showing as his dimples twitch into place. He reaches his arm down behind her back, giving her bum a playful smack over the sheer cotton material of her nightgown. "Yeah, I think so, too."