I heard the footsteps, thudding and coming closer and closer. I turned around and looked into the mirror. My dress was perfect. I ran up to the switch and turned it off as the lights went down. I lit up the matchstick to turn the candles on and stood infront of the window. The night light coming inside and upon me. And then the door opened.
"You found me," I grinned, turning around to see his silhoutte in the dark, but a satisfied smirk had already found it's way to my face.
"That I did." My cheshire lad had turned the lamp on, his curls flailing and damped with sweat. "But so many stairs, Y/N." Harry laughed.
"That's the thing. I'm hard to get." I laughed. "And Hey- Turn the lamp off, Don't you see the candles." I frowned.
"Oops, Sorry Y/N. This is perfect," He looked around, his eyes whining perfectly. I came forward and swept his curld aside.
"We need to be doing it when the midnight comes and I'm finally 18." I sighed, looking upwards at the roof and then to my beautiful boyfriend.
"Why not?" He whispered lowly, chuckling as I sighed shaking my head, before our lips met.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good." Harry huskily whispered into my ear, His tone changing all of a sudden, as I took his shirt off. I looked at him, lovingly, before seeing it was almost 12 already.
"We need to hurry babe." I pecked his cheek as he helped me get out of my dress.
"You're sure about this, right?" He asks.
"Oh shut up, You know I'm sure." I kissed him again.
His head lowered into my neck as he pressed kisses, eventually sucking and leaving off hickeys as I moaned lowly and arched my neck to give him more space.
I snatched the shirt off of my boyfriend as he sucked in a breath before going even lower, his hand unclasping my bra as he cupped the creamy swell on my chest, making me moan. Harry went downer, kissing all the way down to my abdomen, his hand lingering over the waist band of my underwear. I felt the need grow, madly.
Groaning, I snatched it off of me as he chuckled. "Eager much?" He whispered.
"Oh shut up." I grabbed his curls.
His tongue grazed upon my already wet clit. I was panting heavily. I highered myself, indicating him to do it already and that's when his tongue entered me. I gasped, feeling so damn good as his tongue roamed around. When he got out, he eagerly jumped out of his boxers.
"Who's eager now?" I chuckled.
"Oh shut up," He mimicked my tone.
Harry's hand rested over my thighs for balance as he looked up at me again, his eyes seeking for my permission. I nodded relentlessly. "Do it," I whispered.
Slowly, I felt his tip over my entrance. I sucked in a breath, ready to deal with the pain, my hands over Harry's back.
As he entered, I felt the pain. His big memeber slowly moving inside of me. The pain was growing instead of decreasing, my nails dig into Harry's back as I kept myself from screaming. As he slowly moved, I felt the pleasure laced with the pain.
"Harry, G-Go faster." I instructed him.
"But it'll hurt," He whispered. His head over my shoulders. I knew it would hurt but I didn't care.
"Fucking do it," I panted.
He kissed me, as his speed gradually grew. After some time, I was fully shaking, The pain had been gone and only the pleasure left. I moaned, the pleasure undescribable.
"Oh Fuck," I shrieked as he hit the spot. "Yeah, Right there!" I screamed again.
Harry's speed was so fast by now, The whole bed was shaking violently. He deepened his head into my shoulder, kissing from time to time. I felt myself reach the high, The feeling of being on cloud 9.
"I-I'm about to." The power of forming coherent sentences were gone as black dots appeared in my vision and I couldn't hold back. Soon, we were slow, both of us about to cum.
I felt the hot liquid inside of me as I let myself orgasm as well. Our eyes closed shut. I felt empty as soon as he exited out of me, but I was sure it was all perfect.
"Happy birthday babe," Harry said as I looked over the clock feeling sore in my legs. It was exactly 12. I couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks, but I can't feel my legs anymore." We both laughed.
"But atleast you did it,"
"Yeah," I breathed.
"You hated cinderella, right?" Harry asks out of the blue as he lay right next to me, the bed dipping to the side.
"Yea, But what does she have to do with this?" I laughed.
"At the strike of 12, Cinderella and you did different things." And that's when I crazily started laughing.
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