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pinkboaclub · 2 months ago

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Sweet Thing [part two]

[First Part Here!]

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. One night, when your blind date goes wrong, he wants to make sure your night still ends in pleasure. [Older!Harry]—continued.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: essentially just smut, age gap (15 years), fem!reader

You came down from your orgasm, still laying in Harry’s embrace, leaving light kisses along his neck. After you got your energy back, your mind was one in one thing; getting upstairs.

You grabbed his hand, stood up, and quickly led him to the stairs.

“Eager girl.” Harry cheekily remarked.

“Need you to catch up, you still have all your clothes on.” You said as you arrived in his room. You didn’t give him enough time to respond before turning around, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.

You both grabbed the bottom of his sweater, pulling it over his head. You back up towards his bed, unbuckling the belt wrapped around his jean bell bottoms.

You felt the back of your legs hit the bed, the bed you had slept in countless times, the bed you had dreamed of this very moment in. For some reason this made you more nervous.

Your hand traveled up Harry’s abdomen, feeling the outline of his abs. The abs you had accidentally felt before when you had been innocently cuddling.

Your hand went back down to his pants, you felt yourself start slowly dropping to your knees. Harry’s breath got a little heavier almost matching your nervous breathing pattern, but not quite.

You took off his belt, throwing it to the side, and carefully pulling down his jeans, letting him slip out of them.

You felt your heart against your chest as your fingers wrapped around the waistband of his briefs.

“Is this okay?” You softly asked. He gave you a sweet smile in response, bringing his hand to your face and rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“Better than okay, keep going, sweet thing.”

When you felt the head of his cock brush against your lips, your mouth opened automatically. It made your mouth water like you craved it. You knew there were a lot of people out there who hated giving blow jobs, including yourself at times, but at this moment, you had never craved something more.

You grasped the base of his cock and began running your tongue around the tip. Although Harry made you feel safe and confident like nobody else could, you found yourself wanting to make a good impression. You had to breathe through your nose as you tried not to choke. You moaned in the back of your throat, enjoying yourself thoroughly.

Harry let out low, soft grunts at the feeling of your moans against his cock. Hearing his breathing become heavier in the room made you more turned on than you could have ever imagined feeling.

His hand went up to your head, brushing some of your out of your face. He made sure to be gentle with you, not wanting you to feel any pressure to go beyond your limits.

As you got comfortable with him and yourself, you felt yourself wanting more. You wanted him dominating you, fucking you until you screamed.

You felt your head going faster on his cock, grabbing his thigh, giving it a squeeze as almost a way to center yourself.

You pulled back, gasping for breath. Before he could say anything, you were back at him, sucking him off in earnest. Your mouth suctioned tight over him as you went up and down his cock, your hand twisting gently at the base.

“Take what you can handle, baby.” He let you know, though he didn’t mind what you were doing. You pulled him off again.

“I know what I can handle.” You replied, his breath hitched at the naturally seductive look you gave him. The sweet girl he had been best friends with for so many years was now on her knees in front of him, her mouth expertly sliding up and down his cock, her breath soft and steady against his skin. He had always dreamed of this moment—of letting himself give into everything he had buried deep inside—and now, it was more than he ever imagined. The age gap, the years of friendship, the countless moments that led them here didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Both of you couldn’t wait anymore, without saying anything, you both layed down on his bed, going back to kissing. Your mind knew you could stay like this forever, but your body wanted more.

Your hand squeezed his hard, large bicep, a signal that you were ready for him. He moved his fingers away from you, shifting position and you felt his hard cock brush against your inner thigh, before he slid into you, not stopping until he'd bottomed out.

A moan escaped your lips, a moan that felt like you had been saving it for this exact moment. You did the only thing you could think of, the one thing you knew would get him moving in you. You began to tighten and relax your inner muscles, massaging his cock deep inside you. You felt his entire body shudder before he grunted, his fingers digging so hard into your hips you knew he'd leave bruises.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and slow, each glide making you moan. He was perfectly proportioned, long and thick enough to fill you just right. Every thrust sent your nerve endings on alert, making the hair on your body stand at up.

You looked at his face, entirely focused on pleasing you, nothing had turned you on this much before.

“Harry, it’s so good.” You cried out in a whisper.

“You’re feeling good, sweet girl?” Any words you had left your mouth, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined him calling you his numerous pet names for you in this exact scenario.

“God, Harry….please go faster.”

He lifted himself up to gain a better angle before quickening his pace. Uncontrollable whimpers left your mouth, leaving him in awe of you.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so perfect.”

You could feel your eyes roll back, sensation overwhelming you. He was going to tease you to death, but what a way to die. Your arms wrapped tight around his arms, holding on for dear life.

You were a sobbing, incoherent mess, your body straining for release. You could feel the muscles of your pussy pulsing and contracting on each glide of his cock, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him to fuck you hard.

“Mm, Harry,” you felt yourself become a bit more shy.

“What do you want, sweet thing?” He lowered himself to your neck kissing along its entirety. “Tell me what you want…anything, I’ll give it to you.” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a shudder throughout your body.

“Don’t want you to hold back.” You rubbed the back of his neck, making eye contact with him, letting him know you were serious. “I can handle it.”

You started to lift yourself, he did the same, letting you adjust. You turned around facing the head board and arched your back.

You heard Harry take another deep, as if he was collecting himself. He grabbed your hips, letting one of his thumbs rub side to side in a reassuring motion.

He slid into you, making sure to pay attention to your body, letting you properly adjust to him. Which you definitely needed to do.

Once he found a nice rhythm, he didn’t let it go–continuously, thrusting into you–the sound of heavy breathing, moaning, and skin slapping in the room as he tightly gripped on to your hips.

“So perfect, baby.” He took your moans as encouragement he was doing good. “Such a perfect pussy.”

“I love your cock, Harry.” You moaned.

“Yeah? How much, sweet thing?”

"So so much," you managed to get out, your chest heaving with every breath that you tried to take. Your walls clenched tighter around him. "Gonna c-cum," you managed to get out, the coil in your lower belly tightening and tightening with each of his sloppy thrusts.

He reached down to your clit, rubbing circles around it, helping you reach your orgasm. You felt your legs begin to uncontrollably shake, the most euphoric feeling you ever felt running through them.

"Good girl." He lowered himself to your ear, talking you through your orgasm. “Shhh, that’s it, there you go, let it happen, bunny.” He halted his thrusts and rubbed your back, letting you calmly come down from your high.

He took his cock out of you and helped you flip onto your back. He grabbed one of your hands and kissed all over your face, making you let out a giggle.

“We don’t have to keep going, if you can’t handle it.” He said, in a reassuring tone.

“No, no,” You grabbed his cock, beginning to jerk him off. “I told you I can handle it.” You kissed up his neck, getting to his ear, and biting his earlobe. “Cum on my face.”

His breathing stopped, his face almost freezing in disbelief.

“And here I was thinking you were this sweet, innocent girl.”

You climbed off the bed, dropping to your knees again. Switching between jerking and sucking him off. His hand stayed on the back of your head, guiding you through your motions.

You looked up at him before his abs began to flex and his breathing got slightly quicker.

“Gonna cum, sweet thing.” He took over, rubbing his hand up and down himself. You closed your eyes, letting him finish on your face. Giving any light kisses and licks to his cock you could sneak in as he jerked himself off.

“Wait here.” Your eyes stayed closed, but you heard him walk to the bathroom, turning on the sink before making his way back to you. “I got you.” He wiped your face completely clean, kissed your lips, and helped you up.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, put on some pajamas—or not—and I’ll go get you some water and something to eat.” He suggested, holding your face in his hand. You nodded, and began to walk to the bathroom, you felt yourself blushing when he talked to you. Of course you had been best friends with him for a while, but you couldn’t help feeling nervous around him at this moment. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you watched him slip on some sweat pants and head downstairs.

You finished your shower, deciding to put on clothes, but only one of Harry’s shirts. Surely this was a nice middle ground of putting on pajamas and staying naked.

When you walked out of the bathroom, Harry was just pulling off the blankets, preparing to get in. He had placed a glass of water and a chocolate chip cookie on the nightstand.

“What do you think will be a worse hangover for me, getting drunk or having mind blowing sex?” You asked, getting into bed next to him.

“Mind blowing, huh?” Harry clarified, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been told that before. I’m sure you get raving reviews.”

You drank your water and ate your cookie, cuddling close to Harry, watching the tv show he had put on.

“Oh, look at this!” You remembered the light marks you had seen in the shower.

You lifted up your shirt–well, his shirt–and showed him the pink finger marks that he had left on your hips. He ran his thumb over them, a little surprised.

“I’m sorry, I must've gotten carried away.”

“Oh, no…I think it’s hot.” He laughed, bending down and leaving kisses along the mark. “You’ll have to leave darker ones next time.”

He chuckled again. “So there will be a next time?”

“I would hope so. Will there?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Of course, don’t think we can stop, we’ve opened the floodgates.”

“Literally.” You both laughed and he pulled you closer and kissed you on the head. “But for now, let’s get some sleep, I can already feel my legs getting sore.”

[read a Sweet Thing prequel blurb here!]

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