Pie guy part 3 (Patreon)

things get SPICY

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iii.

They meet in the middle, black holes colliding, swallowing one another whole. 

Harry likes how her kisses taste; they’re sweet like hot chocolate, marshmallows covered in cinnamon, and her lips are warm. Sugary little rolls of her tongue against his own that make his cock twitch, as Y/N straddles his lap and his prick bobbles against her bare stomach. It isn’t rushed but they are nowhere near patient; they’re eager and perfervid, like this had been months, even years in the making. No matter that they had just met, the satiation he feels is immense. As if he’d finally gotten to try authentic Lussekatter or Ostkaka from a Swedish bakery after about five years of longing for.

He slides his hands onto her hips, the pads of his fingertips skating up sides. His touch pauses, grazing beneath her ribs, goosebumps ripple up onto her skin in his wake. She tilts into him and he smiles against her candied mouth, her body’s reaction to him makes him fizzle throughout his entire being. Prickles dot down to his cock, a little spot of precum threatens his slit when his hands dips into the waistband of her bottoms, just to the first set of knuckles. Y/N is not passive - where most would sling their arms around his neck, she is touching him, stroking him, fiddling her fingers beneath the knit of his sweater and smoothing up his abdomen. 

She is cute, above all things. Y/N whimpers against his mouth when his hand moves to the back of her bra and clips it undone. Her bosom is soft and warm beneath his palm, giving a rolling squeeze that makes her hips ruck in, the cotton fabric of her shorts stroking against his shaft. It’s hard to focus on one thing - he would love to pay an endless amount of attention to the two, precious mounds in front of him but his hands area all over. They go from her tits to her neck, to her shoulder, down to her thighs where his fingers slide towards her core. The heat that radiates through her shorts lends a shiver through him.  The top of one hand dips into the waistband of her shorts (decorated in turkeys, a few ‘gobble’s that make Harry grin when he thinks about wanting to gobble her), feeling the cotton fibers beneath his fingertips. Her breathing hitches and his bottom lip gets caught between her teeth. Harry moans a small noise and Y/N pulls back for a minute, gasping in a breath. It’s when she does it that Harry realizes how his own lungs burn. 

“Fuck sake,” Harry murmurs, a breath away from her lips, “M’so hard, Babe.” 

Y/N smiles, nudging her nose against his gently before withdrawing, pecking a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then lower to his jawline, before she sucks a kiss at the tender skin of his throat. Harry inhales sharply as she almost instantaneously finds the most sensitive bit of him, just below his ear. She nips, suckles and grazes her teeth against him. He shudders, eyes fluttering, tilting his head to the side and subsequently pressing closer to her mouth. 

When she lets the skin go, he knows that there had to be a reddened spot, and he shivers when she raises her thumb to push on the sore skin. A little moan leaves his mouth, and she sponges kisses down his throat like she might descend towards his cock again but he stops her. “Lemme have at you,” he murmurs, maneuvering them so that he could slip his arms around her waist, swooping in quickly and pushing a sparing kiss to her mouth. He encourages her backward, so she’s laying against the couch and his hips are caught in between her legs. She squeals when he leans forward, catching her nipple with puckered lips. Her back arches against him when he occupies his hand with her other breast, switching between soft suckles and threatening to nip. Her thighs constrict around his waist, holding him closer.

After Harry pulls away, he moves to the other, curling his tongue over the hardened bud and laughing when he hips buck into his absently. He gropes and massages the flesh, wondering why everything about her is just really getting him off. How she tastes, how she sounds, how she smells — everything was making him shudder pleasantly. The way her fingers dig into his hair, scratching at his scalp as her body quivers. 

Harry pops from her nipple, presses a chaste kiss just between them, then begins sliding down her body.  Each kiss like a little promise as he goes lower, and lower, until he was face to face with the shorts and he tucks his fingers beneath her waistband. She squeals and Harry pauses before she giggles out, “Your rings! Your rings are so cold!” And Harry laughs, muttering an apology as he drags his bottom lip in an open mouth kiss beneath her belly button while he drags her shorts down her thighs. She bicycles her legs to work them off, just barely getting her foot out of the right hole before Harry is urging her thighs open. 

She’s beautiful. 

If you asked Harry, all pussies were beautiful -- he is a firm believer in that -- but, like all things he’s finding, there was just something about Y/N’s. She was swollen and soaked and she had grinded on him so much that the wetness had spread to her outer lips, making them glisten under the lights in the room. Harry didn’t bother with the semantics of it; he leaned forward, nosed his way at her clit before taking his tongue in one broad stripe from her dripping hole to the very top. The moan that leaves her has Harry bristling with excitement, his cock twitching as he goes in for another, deep, long lick, punctuating it with a kiss over her clit. He kisses at her lips, kisses at the mound, lays a teasing bite where her thigh and pelvis meet. 

She bucks her hips just a little impatiently and Harry slides his arms around her thighs, his fingers spread wide with his hand to her lower stomach as he presses down a little, “Be good for me,” he murmurs against her, lips ghosting against her skin as his eyes flickered up to meet hers, “You g’na be good for me?” 

A knuckle is nestled between her teeth cutely as she nods, eyes hooded and swallowed with want. Harry dips back in then, suckles at the swollen bud for the first time and fights a smile as she cries out. He works her over with his tongue, slick and slow, feeling the muscles of her stomach twitch and jump. She wanted to rock into his mouth, he could feel how much she was straining to keep herself still, and it fills him with a sense of. . .what was it? Pride possibly? He couldn’t tell you exactly, just that he feels inexplicably flushed with gratification that she wanted to be good for him. Wanted to listen to him. If there was something else that stroked his ego more than praise it would have to be when he was listened to. And from what he could tell, Y/N was an adamant listener. 

Her heels dug into the center of his back, between his shoulder blades and dragging down the curve of his spine. Her belly shuddered and shook with ever slip of his tongue against her, and she was just such a beautiful sight to see all worked up that he felt guilty when his eyes fluttered shut as he reveled within her taste. She was sweet and heady, her scent curled up his nose and permeated through his senses, making his mouth water even more against her. He was dizzy with want. 

Fingers dug into his hair, Y/N tugs at his scalp gently, “Hol’ on,” she says around a moan, arching her back so that her hips dipped down into the cushion, away from his mouth. Harry parts from her, looking up to her and he wonders if his lips glisten with her juices, “Want to -- want to cum with you inside of me.” 

Harry grins, brushing the pad of his thumb over her button just to watch her clench before dipping a few more fingers in the pool of wetness and spreading them over his tongue. He would do as she desired but he knew just from her taste alone that he this would not be their last time together - he would have to have her at least once a week, maybe even twice. Unlike any dessert he had ever feasted upon, she left him with the most fulfillment yet longing. 

She sits up as he slides his tongue over his lips, “I want to ride you,” she tells him and Harry moves accordingly, sitting with his feet planted on the floor, running his hand over his cock once to ease some of the pressure built up. He takes time to reach over into his pants to find his wallet, sliding a small foil pouch from it and slips on the condom. When he looks up he spots Y/N as she sits, having not gone to straddle him, worrying her lip between her teeth. 

“What’s wrong, Petal?” He asks and she regards him sheepishly. 

“I -- I have never rode anyone before. Would you teach me?” 

Harry’s cock twitches visibly and he bites down the moan that threatens his throat, nodding and motioning towards himself, “Of course, I’ll teach you, c’mere,” he slides his hand against her hip, palm flush with the heated skin as she brackets his thighs, her knees digging into the flesh, “What a sweet little thing you are, were you nervous to tell me?” 

She nods, pouting her mouth some, “Whenever I’ve told boys in the past that there’s basic things I haven’t tried they tease me about it.” 

“Well that just won’t do,” he cooed at her, “Arseholes don’t deserve a pretty thing like you.” 

A giggle bubbles from her throat as she leans forward, rubbing the tip of her nose with his own and pushing a kiss to his mouth. He loves it - loves how intimate it feels, and he takes his shaft in his hand, “M’just g’na rub the head up and down a lil’, yeah? You tell me when you wanna start.” 

He does as promised, the smooth head rubbing up and down her slit, and Harry - with his brows furrowed and lips slightly parted - lets out a slew of moans. She feels so good, so warm and sticky and his toes are curled into nothing as he guides himself up and down. Y/N’s breathing had picked up considerably, her chest rising and falling at a quickened pace before she nodded her head and told him, “I’m ready,” through a rushed little whisper. Harry positions himself at her hole and she sinks down onto him, tight as a vice and wet as the sea, she whimpers when she’s buried him to the hilt and Harry’s head knocks back against the wall. “Oh fuck,” he groans, his hips moving without concious thought, jostling her a little and she whimpers a second time. 

“Okay,” he begins after taking a breath, finding his composure, swallowing thickly, “S’easy, okay? It’s really about what makes you feel good, be that bouncing up and down or rolling your hips so ‘m nestled up right against that spot again and again and again.” He squeezes her hip, “And you tell me when you feel like you’re g’na cum.’ 

She nods, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders and looking down in between them before giving an experimental roll of her hips. Harry bit down hard on his bottom lip, feeling himself throb inside of her as she continued rolling against him, rocking back and forth. When she raises her hips at first it’s just a little - just enough for him to see the bottom part of his shaft but she swallows him whole once more. His fingers dig into her flesh, one still at her hip and the other holding onto her thigh. He thinks he might be looking at her like she’s an angel as she raises again, higher this time, before dropping down and Harry gasps out another fuck. She felt so fucking good, he didn’t know how to handle it. 

Y/N starts up a pace not too long after she’d began, and the combination of her slick walls rubbing against him and the sound of their bodies slapping together sends Harry soaring. He is a mess of moans and whines and choked out praises. Y/N keeps telling him he’s so good and he’s so big, “I can feel you in my tummy.”  And it’s making his head spin in the best way. He’d never been so happy to be inside someone before, watching as she found her own pleasure in riding him, her mouth dropped open in awe of the feeling. “Get what you need, baby,” Harry encourages her, “Take what you want from me.” 

Her breasts bounce before him, beckoning his mouth and he answers their call, returning his lips around her. She calls out his name and Harry revels in it, suckling and nipping, holding her against his mouth by sliding his hand to the center of her back. Her hands leave his shoulders, slipping up his neck and towards his face, cradling his cheeks in either hand and when he lets go of her nipple, she touches her thumbs to his mouth, smearing his lips open messily before bending in to kiss him. They moan into each other’s mouths needily, completely encased in one another, Harry’s hands are groping and grabbing everything that he can and hers do the same. 

It was shortly after Harry flickered his tongue into her mouth that she draws away with a small gasp, “M’gonna cum,” she tells him, just as he told her to, and that’s enough to send Harry spiraling as well. He slides himself down lower, props his feet against the coffee table and takes  her by her hips. Harry gives one. . .two. . .three thrusts up into her, hitting at her spot directly and making Y/N mewl as she her walls began pulsating around him intensely. She became impossibly tighter and Harry worked her though it until she was twitching and sensitive, and he was spilling into the condom. 

They panted, swimming in their high together and Y/N slouched into him tiredly. It coaxed a warm chuckle from his throat while he strokes his hand up and down her back, trying to catch his breath and not get caught up in how amazing even this feels. 

“It’s settled,” she murmurs, “Not only have you got a great taste in pie, you’re like -- unnaturally good in bed.” 

Harry laughs out loud at that.