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holy fucking hell this is beautiful

What about asking H to fuck you in front of a mirror?? It's so hot

Sex club

I got a few older!H requests so here you go!!

Summary: y/n’s trying out a new place tbat happens to be a sex club where she meet and older harry.

Warnings: Older!harry, Dom!harry, chocking, spanking, oral (female and male receiving) mirror fucking (p in v) unprotected sex, ‘sir’ ‘sweetheart’ ‘darling’ ‘slut’ ‘good girl’ , I think that it?? Lmk if not !

Word count: 5K

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <33

It is typical for you. Whenever you went out, it wasn’t guys or even girls your age that you looked for. No, it was older men and women. More experienced and more pleasurable experiences were what you looked for.

It had been like that your whole life, you don’t really know when it started, but when you got to dating age, it was people older than you that attracted you. You didn’t mind, hell you quite frankly enjoyed it way more than when you were with people your own age.

Currently you were out, sitting at the bar of a sex club. This wasn’t your normal way or place to meet someone, but you’ve always wanted to try something new, and this has been on your list for quite some time now.

Sitting at the bar, your back leaned against the bar as your legs crossed and you spun the small black straw in your long island iced tea. You wore your tightest black dress, your boobs pushed up so high you thought they’d touch your chin. You didn’t know if you’d be joining anything this time around, maybe you’d just watch this time and come back if you felt comfortable, but you still shaved every crevice of your body in case you did.

Your eyes roam the bar areas, watching a few women walk around topless, some on stages dancing to the sensual music. Women and men watching them, couples kissing and feeling each other up, most likely getting ready to head upstairs to the main area. You were already wet, at the sight, it didn’t take much now that you have been sitting here awhile, just watching, trying to work up the nerve to head up the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes keep scanning the bar area landing on different couples or people that might have just met tonight, making out, whispering what they’re going to do to each other and feeling each other up. Just as you go to take a sip your eyes land on a dark haired man, and he’s staring right back at you.

His green eyes focused on your mouth, or more your tongue as it swirls around the straw before finally getting put in your mouth. His thighs wide as he sits in a manspread, his hands fisted on his thighs, one wrapped around a glass of whiskey. God his hands are hot. You don’t take your eyes off him as you take a sip of your drink, your thighs clenching as you watch his jaw tick.

This man is fine, the hottest man here by far. His dark hair having a few gray streaked through it, but mostly all dark, his stubbled jaw that you would like to know how it feels between your thighs. You can tell he’s older than your twenty three years, just what you like.

Your eyes lock with his from across the room, his eyebrow quirked in challenge. You let a small smirk grace your lips, finishing off the last of your drink before setting it on the counter behind you and standing. You don’t look back as you make your way towards the stairs, hips swaying and your dress riding higher to just under your ass cheeks, you don’t care though, half the people here are in a state of undress. What’s a little pantie action?

As you make it to the landing you can hear footsteps on the stairs behind you, a spike of excitement runs through you making you feel electrified . You're so ready to see where this night leads.

Walking down the dark, red lit hall, you turn right into a room where you can see two women - one with dark hair and the other with blonde, are making out on a bed, a man watching them from the corner as he sits in an armchair, his shirt unbuttoned and his hand stroking his cock - just beyond the glass. The women are groping each other, hands roaming everywhere, the one with dark hair putting their hand between the blonde’s thighs, stroking her clit at the order of the man. They moan, the blonde woman moving kisses down the neck of the dark haired one before sucking her nippile into her mouth.

Your thighs clench, but as hot as it may be it is not as exciting as you’d figure you’d find here, so you turn and walk back down the hall. Passing a few doors, moans falling into the hall before you take a left, coming into a well lit room with two men and a red haired woman. One is fucking her from behind as the other lays on his back while the women sucks him off. It was hot, the man fucking her slapping her ass cheek making her whimper and pull off the other man. “I didn’t say stop, slut,” He snaps, his hand pulling her head back to him, she lets out a moan as she takes him back in her mouth. Her hand works his base and she swirls her tongue around his tip.

You cross your legs, clenching your thighs, your panties soaking as you watch them fuck her. Her moans filling your ears, biting your lip to try and keep in a moan. You knew this would excite you coming here, you just didn’t know how much.

“Does this excite you, sweetheart?” His rough, British voice rasps in your ear. His body heat encases your back in a warmth. A shiver runs down your spine, standing straighter, your hands find the hem of your dress fisting it in your hands.

You're nervous, you never imagined to catch someone's attention tonight, you were just going to watch. His front grazes your back, not quite touching you, but you can feel his hard on brush against the curve of your ass cheeks.

“I asked a question, love,” he rasps. His hand coming up, his fingers running along your arm causing goosebumps appear as you let out a shuttered breath.

“Y- yes,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning back into him. His fingers brush your hip, pulling you back into him more, his hard on nuzzled between your ass cheeks, only your dress and his pants separating you. Groaning, you push your ass into him.

You love this feeling, having a man hard for you. It excites you, your panties grow wetter as you eyes watch the two men and red haired woman fuck. The man she was sucking off now under her, fucking up into her pussy as the man behind fucking her ass. Her moans can’t be contained, she lets them fall out freely as she kisses the man’s under her chest.

“Fuck-” you whimper. You’ve had your fair share of threesomes, men and women, just men, just women. But never like this, never both men at once. You ache, needing to be touched, you just want to stick your hand in your panties and get yourself off but a strong ring clad hand catches you before you can.

“No touching yourself, sweetheart,” he orders into your ear. Your back is fully leaned on his chest now, a whimper escaping you as he tugs your hand back, laying your palm flat on his thigh. The hard ridges of his abdomen pressed into you.

“What’s your name, love?” he asks you, keeping you against him with a hand on your hip and the other on your upper arm. His breath right next to your ear, his lips skimming your ear lobe.

“Y/N,” you whisper out, turning your head on his shoulder so you can catch his eyes. You meet lust filled emeralds, and all you can think is you want this man to fuck you. “What’s yours?”

“M’Harry,” he mutters. His eyes flick between yours, moving across the expanse of your face, down to your lips, lingering there. He licks his lips, his face moving an inch closer, noses brushing and breath fanning over each other's lips as you wait for his next move. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, your ass pushing back into him, needing to feel him.

“Harry,” you whisper, trying out the name on your tongue, liking the way it sounds, and apparently so does he by the groan he lets out, pushing his cock into you.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he warns.

“Harry, will you touch me?” you whisper, your lips brushing his as you ask the question. Your eyes flickering between his green ones. You want him to touch you so bad, need him to touch you so bad.

He doesn’t answer you, just smirks and pulls away before tugging you out of the room and into the red lit hallway. You follow, his hand gripping your wrist lightly as he pulls you down the hall, taking a right before you come upon a big open spaced room.

A large four poster bed sits in the middle of the far wall, white sheets cover the mattress and a mirrored ceiling, along with a mirrored wall. God you hoped he’d fuck you in front of it.

“How old are you, darling?” he asks, walking in front of you, his hands working the buttons of his cuffs before rolling the white sleeves of his shirt up his arms, showing off his tattooed left arm and veiny forearms.

God, and you thought his hands were hot. You wanted it wrapped around your neck as he fucked you from behind. Making you moan up a storm, never stopping until you both find that high you so desperately crave.

“Twenty three,” you tell him, watching as he leans against the wooden bedpost, his eyes tracing your figure. “And you?” you inquire, walking around, your head tipped back as you look up at the mirrored ceiling seeing his eyes watching your every move.

It would be so hot to watch him fuck into you, on the bed, all fours, missionary, you don’t care you just need relief.

“Thirty eight, a bit too old for you, no?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

You let out a small chuckle at that, walking over to him. Your heels make you come up to almost eye level with him, only tipping your head back a bit, you meet his eyes, “No, I don’t think so, seeing as i’ve been with a forty year old.” you smirk, almost like a challenge.

“I see,” he nods. His tongue sweeping across his teeth. His hands suddenly reaching out and pulling me flush against him, his lips brushing my ear, “I may not be the oldest man you’ve fucked, but I will be the best.”

Your eyes find his, “we’ll see,” you smirk, challenging him. That earns you a sharp spank to your ass cheek, yet you just moan. Your hands land on his chest, your nails digging into the skin there as he rubs away the sting with his palm.

“This is going to be fun,” he says just before picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as his lips find yours in a heated kiss. Your tongues tangle, his hands gripping your ass, your hands going to his hair, tugging his head back making him groan.

A sharp smack sounds out before he rubs the sting away, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, darling.” You yelp, flying through the air before your back lands on the mattress, your hair falling in a halo around your head.

You watch him, his hands running up your legs before going back down to your ankles and yanking, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Your legs on either side of him, him standing between your open thighs.

His fingers trace the hem of your black panties, trailing lower to tease a line up your covered slit before his eyes find yours, “Do I have permission to touch you, Y/n?”

God you wanted to scream for him to touch you, beg him too. But you almost melt at the sincerity in his voice, you loved that he asked permission.

“God, Harry please fuck me,” you moan, thrusting your hips up to graze his dick, swollen behind his zipper.

His hands stop your hips, his eyes on yours with a hardness behind them, “I need a Yes or No, love.”

“Yes, Harry. God, yes, please touch me,” you moan. And that was all he needed, his fingers pulling down your panties to see you soaked them completely. You would have been embarrassed with anyone else, but it was harry and for fucks sake, you were in a sex club. Anyone could be watching you right now and the thought doesn’t even bother you, just makes you wetter, needing Harry to touch you.

His fingers run through your folds, teasing your entrance before gathering your wetness before his fingers circle your clit. You moan loudly, your head thrown back as you push into his fingers. Your hips are trying to buck as he just keeps his fingers still on your clit.

“You will refer to me as ‘Sir’, nothing else and I will let you cum,” he orders, his finger pressing harder on your clit.

“Yes, sir,” You moan. Your eyes meet his, his eyes full of lust reflect yours.

“Good girl,” he smirks, smacking your pussy before he pulls away and quickly unbuttons and strips from his shirt. Unbuttoning his pants but not taking them off.

You watch as he climbs between your thighs, his hand planting right next to your head as he hovers over you. His lips find yours, both of you groan when his tongue pushes past your lips, him dominating your mouth and exploring. Your hands find his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin as you pull him down, his clothed cock pressing into your core.

His lips kiss your cheek, down your neck, sucking, nipping, biting, leaving behind marks as he makes his way to your collarbone, his tongue licking into the dip there before moving on. His hands grab yours from his shoulders, holding them by your head as he moves his kissing down your chest.

His fingers intertwined with yours, holding them there as he brings one down to free your breasts from your dress, groaning when he notices you haven’t worn a bra.

“Fucking beautiful, darling,” he mutters against your perked nipple before licking it and sucking it into his warm mouth. He nibbles and bites, teasing you. This whole time you’re a moaning mess, your hips desperately bucking, need to find that friction it desperately desires.

You can see how hard he is through his pants, his erection straining against the zipper of his pants. Your hand moved from beside your head, where he rested it, reaching down to palm him, enlisting a deep groan from him before he rips your hand away. He grabs your hips turning you both around as he lay flat on his back, his head propped up on a pillow. He looks at you expectantly, one hand moving to cup your hip, urging you to sit on his face, “come ride my face, Sweetheart.”

A moan slips past your lips at his words before you get to your knees, throwing one across his chest, his hands coming to grip your hips pulling up your dress and you closer and over his mouth. His warm breath fans across your drenched pussy, a shiver running up your spine.

Then, in one breath his lips are wrapped around your swollen clit, sucking and nipping as you let out a shocked gasp, his tongue coming out to play as he gives a good, flat tongued lick up your slit. The deep groan he lets slip out vibrates against your clit, your thighs clenching around his head, his hands gripping your hips pulling you down harder against his mouth, which is leaving hot, open mouthed kisses against your clit.

“Stop hovering, want you riding my face ‘til i can’t breath,” Harry mutters, going back to circling your clit with his tongue, your back arching as you throw your head back letting out the loudest moan, not caring if anyone can hear or is watching you, it adds to the thrill.

His hands find your breasts, ripping your top down your arms so your breasts are free and the cloth is pooled around your waist. “Sir, oh fuck,” You moan, your hands moving to his hair, tangling there as his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples.

“Fuck you taste amazing, darling. I can’t get enough of you,” he groans, palming your breast before slapping them, watching them jiggle. Hips rolling and bucking wildly, your hands grabbing at his roots, as he devours your soaked pussy, tongue teasing your entrance, hands going back to your hips as he holds you down against him. Deep groans falling from his mouth sending shivers up your spine, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you whine incoherently.

“Sir, please I need to cum,” you whine, your hips rutting against his mouth. His tongue, pulling in and out of your core before his finger is there, pushing into you and curling up as he sucks your clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, look at you.” he teases you, his eyes roaming over your flushed chest, up to your face that’s contorted in pure, erotic pleasure.

“OH MY GOD,” You moan, gripping his hair tighter in your grasp, you can feel your orgasm right there, on the brink of tipping over. Your hips circle, his fingers curling as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

“I can feel you about to cum. Your so tight, fuck sweetheart,” He groans, his fingers working you over, “cum for me, darling.”

And you do, letting out a shout as the high crashes down around you. Tingles running up your spine as your hips buck mindlessly, using his mouth and fingers to ride out your high.

“Good girl,” he rasps, kissing your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. “Such a good girl, darling.”

He looks up at you with a smirk, his hands rubbing up and down your shaking thighs, his head turning and his mouth kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping. He’s teasing you. The fucker.

“I want you to fuck me now,” you say, a bit more breathlessly than you thought. Harry smirks up at you, quickly rolling you over and hovering above you.

“Do you now,” he smirks, your juices still coating his lips. You don’t even think about it, your hands that have fallen from his hair going back and tugging him down to your lips, your hot, velvety tongue poking out and licking your juices from his lips before you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, moaning at your taste before letting it go with a pop.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I love watching you taste yourself,” he groans, his hips pushing into your sensitive pussy, his cock harder than before if that’s even possible. His hands grip your hips before he’s pulling you up, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“You’re gonna suck my cock, then I’m gonna fuck you in front of this mirror,” He orders into your ear, pulling back and nipping at your bottom lip as he gets off the bed, placing one last kiss on your lips before dropping you down to your knees.

His hands cup your cheeks, his thumb tracing your swollen lips, before smirking before turning your head towards the mirror. You looked like you just had the most amazing orgasm of your life, and honestly you did. Lips swollen and pink, mascara smudged under your eyes, the tip of your nose pink from kissing.

Your eyes find his in the mirror, watching him watch you before his hands pull his pants and underwear down to reveal his well endowed cock. You knew from feeling him through his pants he was big, but holy shit it was way bigger than you imagined.

He smirks at your wide eyes, “Will you take me in that mouth of yours, sweetheart? Will you suck me good?” he asks you.

You nod, wide eyed as you watch him stroke himself, base to tip. Precum beading at the pink head.

“Good, do it then,” he instructs. Moving in front of you, the tip of him brushing your lips.

“Open,” he tells you, and you do. His fist guides his cock past your lips and to the warm, wetness of your mouth. Your lips close around him, sucking on the tip, tongue swirling around before you drop down as far as his hand will let you, taking him in the back of your throat. Your nose brushes on the hairs that make up his happy trail.

Moaning in the back of your throat, sending tingles through his body and making his hips buck. His hand moves from his cock and he grips the back of your head, holding you there before easing his hold and letting you move.

Your head bobs, your own hand coming up and gripping him at the base, squeezing before moving your hand in time with your mouth. As you move you can feel his grip tighten in your hair, your tongue teases on the sensitive underside of his cock. You move up and down along his dick, gagging around him, your spit coating his length and your chin.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hips bucking. You still, letting him fuck your mouth, your hand squeezing his base. “Y/n! Fuck, darling.”

Your throat tenses up around him as you swallow, making him moan out loudly, “Fuck, fuck! ” he moans, his hips thrusting into your mouth wildly. You moan around him, making his hips stutter, breaking his fast thrusting.

“Y/n, fuck your mouth feels so good,” he moans out.

His thrusts pick back up, your spit is covering his cock along with your chin. You gag around his thick length, his grip on your hair tightens as he holds you at the hilt.

“No,” he pulls away, holding your head as he takes a breath. “You almost had me cumming, sweetheart.”

“I wanted you too,” you whine, your hand trying to go back to his cock.

“I’m saving that for when I fuck you,” he smirks, bending over and kissing your swollen lips. You moan, leaning into his mouth, tongue swirling with his.

“Stand up,” he orders, pulling away.

You do as he says, standing on shaky legs, waiting for his next command.

“Hands against the mirror, legs spread wide,” he tells you, coming up behind, placing kisses along your shoulder blade. You listen to him, your hands going to the mirror, your legs spreading wide for him. You moan when he wraps an arm around your waist, the other coming up under your arm to wrap around your neck. You grin at him in the mirror, licking your lips.

“Freaky little thing, you are, “ he chuckles. “I love it.”

“Fuck me, please sir,” You moan, his cock leaking precum rests between your ass cheeks. You try and move, trying to nudge it between your thighs to no avail.

“You want me to fuck you, darling? Hmm?” He asks, his breath fanning your ear, before his kisses trail across your shoulders. He moved, one hand coming down, His leaking tip nudged against your swollen, and very sensitive clit, a moan and whimper falling from your lips as you pushed back against him, waiting, needing him to find the one place where he can slip in and take you over the edge.

“Yes! Please, Sir! I need it so bad!,” you moan out loudly

Then in a blink, he’s slipping in, his thrust fast and hard as he grips onto your hips tightly, pulling you back into him as you throw your head back in pleasure. Your elbows shake as you hold yourself up against the mirror, Harry hitting that spot deep inside you over and over again. You can hear the wet sounds of his thrusts as he groans and grips your hip and throat tighter. Your walls clench when his cock continuously finds and hits your g-spot, not letting up as his thrust turns slower but just as hard.

“You’re so tight, you know that? Gripping me so tight,” he grunts, pushing the silk material -that’s been bunched around your hips the whole time - up. “God, sweetheart,” he moans as you clench around him again. His thrust flatters as your arms fail you, falling against the mirror. Then he’s pulling you up by a hand on your shoulder, your back flush to his sweaty chest as he bends his knees and he thrust up into the new angle.

God it feels so good, you moan incoherently, not having words to describe how good he’s fucking you. You can feel the orgasm coming, your core tightens around him tightly, wanting to milk him for all he has to give.

“Fuckk…” you moan, trailing off as your hand comes up to wrap around the back of Harry’s neck. Your back arching away from his chest, pushing your ass into his thrusts, his forearm holding you across your breasts.

“Hold it, don’t cum,” he growls into your ear, slowing his thrusts even more before pulling out, turning you around and carrying you to the bed. He climbs up, laying you down on your back, his cocks tip prodding at your entrance as he hovers over you. He kisses you, pulling your leg up to rest on his shoulder.

He thrust back in, a loud moan fall from your lips as you watch him fuck into you in the ceiling mirror. His ass muscles tighten with each thrust, he groans in your ear, “fuck, I’m close.”

“I want to come together,” You moan, your hands dragging down the expanse of his back, leaving scratch marks behind.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He leaves kisses across your neck, nipping and sucking. He doesn’t stop, his thrust turning harder, faster. His hand falls between the two of you, his fingers circling your clit adding pressure as he thrusts, hitting your g-spot over and over again, never letting up.

He bucks wildly up into your wet pussy, his pants hitting your ear as you groan trying to push your hips up into his thrusts.

More, more, more, you needed more. You needed to cum.

“Sir, I’m so close, please?” you begged.

He just groaned louder into your ear, thrusting faster, harder into the spot deep inside you, “so close, darling, wait for me.”

He lets out a long groan, his hips stuttering as you clench around him, your orgasm on the brink you can’t help but moan, throwing your head back further into his shoulder. His arm tightens around your middle, his thrusts turning harder, faster before he’s cursing into your ear.

“Now, sweetheart,” he moans, “Cum for me!”

His cock hits that place inside you over and over again taking you over the edge, shivers running up your spine as you arch your back, your toes curling into the comforter below you, “Harry!” you moan, your thighs shaking around his as he continues to thrust into you, not even caring that you didn’t call him ‘Sir’ he moans loudly.

“Y/n! Fuck!” he calls before his hips stutter and his cock jerks in you, his hot cum coating your clenching walls, his pants fanning your ear as he helps you ride out your orgasm and the mini second one that surges through you as he comes.

Riding out the high to the end, you slump. Your arms tired, relaxed around him as he stays inside you, his cock softening as he falls into you. Panting in time with him, your body relaxes as he eventually pulls out of you, his hot cum leaking out of your pussy and down onto the sheets under you.

“I- god, Harry,” you breath, not being able to form a coherent sentence, your orgasm still fogging up your thoughts, so you just settle on kissing his jaw and smiling against his cheek. Wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him to you.

“So,” he breaths, his head turning so you can meet his eyes. “Was I the best?”

You let out an exhausted laugh, watching his eyes light up, crinkles forming at the side of his eyes, “Yes, you were my best,” you chuckle before kissing his lips in a slow kiss.

You both laid there like that for maybe ten minutes getting your breathing under control before Harry gently moved off of you, before he walked into the bathroom - that you didn’t even know was there- to clean up and walked back out with a warm washcloth.

“God, look at you darling, you look thoroughly fucked,” he smirks at you as he kneels beside your exhausted body in a pair of black boxers, his hand softly parting your thighs. You let out a wince when he runs the warm cloth over you, cleaning you up before throwing the cloth onto the floor beside the bed.

He sits beside your naked body, leaning his back against the headboard, “so we're doing this again, right?” he asks, his eyes finding yours.

“Oh, god yes,” you laugh.

You and Harry met up there at the sex club almost every week for two months, getting to know one another, giving one another earth shattering orgasms. Sometimes adding a third person, sometimes just watching, but mostly just you two together. It was amazing, the best sex of your life. Not that you’d tell him that, you learned over those two months how much of a narcissist he can be and you didn’t want to inflate his ego anymore than you already had.

Then things turned, and you started to meet outside of the club. Getting coffee, dinner, watching movies together until you finally said fuck it and asked what was going on between the both of you.

“What are we doing, Harry? Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with you -” he cuts off your rambling.

“And the amazing orgasms,” he teases, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest. He kisses your forehead, the tv playing in the background of his apartment.

“That too,” you smirk.

He chuckles deeply before sobering up, “We're dating, love. At least that’s how I see it, I don't know what you younger people call these days.”

“Alright, old man,” you tease., rolling your eyes. “And good, because that’s what I'd call this too,” you smile up at him, leaning up and softly molding your lips to his.

“Good,” he groans, pulling you over to straddle his lap.

“Good,” you whisper, hands tugging at his hair as you grind down into him.

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