* WARNING: SLIGHTLY SEXUAL. LOTS OF FLIRTATION AHEAD*
You returned from work, a loud sigh escaping your lips, once you threw yourself onto the living room's sofa.
You glance at the time, and realize Harry, your boyfriend, would be returning from high school soon.
By the time you had showered and changed, Harry was already home, shutting the door behind him.
"Baby," He says softly, giving you a soft smile, as you wrap your arms around each other in a hug.
"How was your day?" You ask, as he nuzzles your neck into your shoulder.
"Harry? Is everything okay?" You ask, worried, as you suddenly feel him tremble in your arms, loud sniffs audible to you.
"Harry," You say softly pulling away to glance at his tear-stained face.
"Let's get you changed first," You say in defeat, realizing he wasn't ready to talk yet.
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"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask Harry, who has been sulking around the whole day, not uttering a single word.
He laid onto the couch, flipping through the TV channels boredly, making you sigh.
"Don't you have any homework?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest, annoyed at the way he was treating you.
He doesn't even glance at you, as he gets up and walks past you, shutting the door to the room after him.
You shake away the tears pooling in your eyes, as you grab your work bag and began removing the files you needed to work on.
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"(Y/N)," A voice startles you, as you turn around to the source.
"Yeah?" You breath out a sigh on relief, as you look behind the sofa, finding Harry.
"Could you help me?" He holds up his work and you nod. He lowers his body to his knees, and rests his elbows onto the empty spot next to you, his eyes focused onto his papers on your lap, as your eyes scanning his work.
You explain the question to him and give him similar examples, all without the answers.
"Why not?" He whines, as you shake your head, refusing to give him the answer.
"You've got to think, Harry," You encourage him, as he sighs and takes a seat right next to you.
His hand slowly places itself on your thigh and you look at his fingers delicately tickling your thigh.
"Harry, you are not seducing me into answering this for you," You shake your head firmly, but Harry's hands were already around you.
"Come on, baby," Harry stands up and tugs your hand towards the direction of your bedroom.
"Harry, a couple of minutes ago, you didn't even breathe around me, now you want to-" You began to argue, but Harry interrupts you.
"The people at school. They were teasing me about loving you," Harry blurts out, and you slowly nod, understanding.
"Well do you love me? Or do you believe them?" You ask, gulping.
"What are you saying? Of course I love you, I don't give a f-" You interrupt Harry's words by a kiss onto his lips.
"You need to finish your work first," You say, and he groans, frustrated.
As you finish your own work, you occasionally giggle at Harry, as his hand quickly flies across the papers, filling them with ink from his pen, as his leg shakes rapidly.
He continues to curse, as his chest heaves and falls excitedly.
He shoves the papers away before standing up and taking your hand.
"Done?" You whisper seductively and he nods, biting his lip in excitement. He pulls you in the dark room, shoving you onto the bed and jumping on you.
After a pleasurable time, you and Harry laid together, smiling widely.
"I like my women experienced," His words make you chuckle.
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I don't believe in age gaps tbh because love is love.
I'm not going to mention a specific age between the both of them.
You can imagine any age difference you want.
