warnings: age gap (23 & 32), professor!harry au, forbidden, smut, fingering, pet names, clit stimulation, nipple play, unprotected pnv, dirty talk, pet names, multiple orgasms
a/n: don’t worry i have a whole series with plot coming and possibly a new theme this is just kinda a shitpost before i transition bc i need to post a fic and had the idea and also feel like this fits my current theme better
you didn’t have the best home life, so as a professor who saw your struggle, harry decided to help. he took you in, let you stay at his place, made sure you ate and slept, and even helped you with your homework. your dad would never. if anything, he’d just scream at you that you were stupid rather then help you solve a question on your math paper. you didn’t have enough money to buy a house and move out, so you basically moved to harry’s place.
when you did so, he let you buy a bunch of new stuff to settle in and make his place feel like home: new sheets, new clothes, new books, new room decor. and when you did so, you snuck in a pair of silky, slightly risky pajamas. of course, you’d always thought he was attractive, how could anyone not? but you knew it was wrong. there was a 10 year age gap there. he was basically your father figure. but some part of you just wondered what he would do if he saw you in the skimpy black and red two-piece.
you hadn’t yet gained the confidence to wear it, until one night when he offered to watch a movie with you. you agreed, and walked out that night in the slightly-too-revealing outfit, let alone without a bra under it. at least the house was warm so your nipples weren’t hard. yet. that made it a little more subtle.
he already had the tv on with a bucket of popcorn on the coffee table in front of the couch he was propped on, scrolling through the options on netflix.
he was just about to click on a movie when he looked over at you. “hey, i was—“ he stutters to a stop for half a second before continuing, before it became too obvious. “i was just about to start the movie.”
you nodded and sat down beside him, smiling and trying to act normal, like your heart wasn’t hammering in your chest. “what are we watching?” you asked.
you smirked. “corny,” you teased, which made the tension loosen just a bit. harry lets out a small chuckle and looks back at the screen, clicking on the play button.
it’s barely halfway through the movie and even being close to him for so long, you can already feel the area between your legs dampen, a small ache forming at the peak of your thighs that causes you to shift occasionally. and he notices every small shift you make, wondering if it was just that the couch was uncomfortable or you had a problem under that fabric.
“you cold?” he finally asks.
“uh, a little,” you say, and when you look down, you notice that your nipples we’re now, in fact, hardened. shit.
“come here,” he mutters, motioning for you to come into his arms. great. you slide a little closer, and he gently wraps an arm around your waist, his fingertips just resting above your hip. nothing too crazy or provocative, but it still made your skin heat up. maybe he was genuinely just trying to warm you up.
or so you thought. that was, until his hand moved just a tad higher than it was. your breathing hitched just the slightest bit, but neither of you took your eyes off the screen. and then his hand slipped higher, and higher, until it was practically halfway under your shirt. “you okay?” he finally murmured, still not looking at you.
“y-yeah…” you managed to breathe, and then his fingers grazed the underside of your breast. what the hell was happening? you let out the quietest gasp of shock, making him pause, before his fingers grazed your nipple. then you let out an actual gasp. he looked at you.
“is this okay?” he asked, to which you just nodded in response, finally looking at him. then he looked back to towards movie and so did you. he started to twist and pinch the hardened peak, taking in the way your breathing picked up with every movement as a sign of encouragement. then his hand started to knead your tit. you couldn’t help it, a soft moan escaped your mouth. he immediately glanced at you. you were stuck staring at him, not used to this, not knowing what to say.
“tell me what you want,” he murmured. you paused, and he moved closer, his face near your neck, his breath hitting the skin there. “tell me.”
“touch me,” you managed to breathe out.
your words clearly did something to him, his cock twitching in his boxers. but he was able to contain himself. “where?“ he asked.
so you answered, in your own way. you grabbed his hand and rested it against your clothed cunt, getting impatient. he bites back a groan when he feels your heat through the silk. he lets out a slow breath and starts to gently rub the area. “here?” he asks.
you nod, a small whine already escaping your lips. fuck, this was pathetic. he moved his hand to slide under the waistband of your pajamas bottoms, dancing across the hem of your panties.
“fuck,” you breathed, and that made the last bands of his restraint snap. his hand slides under your underwear and grazes your slick folds, making your hips stutter against his hand and a small noise to escape your mouth. your noises only spurred him on, making him even more confident as he teased your entrance.
“fuck, you’re so wet already,” he rasped.
“just—just touch me already,” you ground out. and he did, shoving two fingers into your dripping cunt. you moaned and arched into him, his long fingers stretching you perfectly.
“shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, reveling in the way you squirmed against him, thrusting up into his fingers. his thumb pressed against your clit, circling it torturously slow. you continued to whimper and moan against him as he fucked you with his fingers. “yeah? you like that?” he taunted.
“yes. oh, fuck, yes,” you moaned, leaning your head back, your eyes fluttering closed. his fingers hit your g-spot, making you thrust your hips against his hand and moan his name.
“fuck, look at me,” he said, and you did. “i wanna see your face when you come all over my hand like a good girl,” he continued. that only turned you on further, which drove you closer to the edge until you danced on it. he sped up his pace just enough to give you that final push, and then you came on his fingers and your panties, screaming his name and gripping his shoulders as you do.
“there you go, you did so good,” he murmurs, riding it out until you were boneless in front of him, and he slowly retracted his fingers from inside you. “did that feel good?”
you nodded, and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking a stripe across them and groaning at your taste. the sight made you throb all over again. “let me taste,” you said quickly. he paused, clearly a little caught off guard, before shoving his fingers into your mouth. you groaned, both at your taste and the sensation of his fingers between your lips, sucking and licking them clean like they were your last meal, some kind of forbidden popsicle.
he finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth and instead pulled you in for a kiss, messy and needy. you gladly melted into it, and his hand went to your waist. when he pulled back, it was just enough to mutter against your lips with his forehead on yours, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
then you suddenly gained the burst of confidence, pulling slightly farther away from him. “am i?” you asked, lifting your shirt up and off to reveal your hard nipples.
“fuck yeah, you are,” he rasped at the sight, gaze trained on yours tits. he leaned down to immediately take one in his mouth, sucking and biting on the stiff nub, making you squirm and moan in his hold, his hand on your waist. his other hand came to lavish attention on your free nipple, flicking and twisting it as he liked while his tongue worked the other one.
you were a little overstimulated, everything feeling so good all at once. “you’re beautiful,” he muttered against your skin in between licks.
“are you gonna think about this in class?” you brought yourself to whisper. he groaned against your sensitive skin at that.
“fuck yeah. and it’s gonna be insanely hard to keep myself from just bending you over my desk and fucking your pretty pussy in front of everyone in the lecture.” his words sent a shiver down your spine, and his fingers went back to grab the top of your pajama shorts.
you leaned your head back, closed your eyes, and just let yourself feel as his hand slid back down. he started to rub your puffy clit in maddening little circles, working you to ecstasy. “harry,” you moaned, making him groan and shove two fingers into you once again, not letting you adjust, his pace relentless. you were a whimpering mess against him, which only heightened his ego, pumping into you faster and harder.
“you like the way my fingers fuck this cunt?” he groans in your ear, and you gasp. “like the way they pump you full? the way they make you clench around them?” the words only brought you closer to the edge. with that, he withdrew his hand from your shorts, making you whine at the loss of contact, but then he was pushing you onto your back to which you gasp. he immediately started unbuttoning his jeans, knees on either side of your hips. he made quick work of his pants and boxers, before leaning down to meet your lips in a bruising kiss. you arched into it, and he swallowed every sound you made into his mouth.
he bit down on your bottom lip, making you groan into his lips, his tongue practically licking down your throat as he started to slide your bottoms down. you let him, and he pulled away to slide your panties down with them, staring at your slick, dripping folds. “fuck,” he breathed, positioning himself in front of your entrance. he looked up at you. “you sure?” he asked.
you nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed. he shoved his cock into your desperate pussy, making you gasp his name on a broken moan. his dick pistoned into you, fucking you into the couch. he didn’t even start out soft, it was rough and needy, desperate and messy. like he needed to have you to survive. he started to kiss your neck, biting at the skin and leaving marks in his wake, the pleasure and pain melding into one. you grinded into him, still somehow needing more. it felt like it would never be enough.
“you’re such a greedy little slut,” he rasps into your ear, taunting you as his breath hits your skin. his filthy words only turn you on more, and you whimper. “so tight and wet for me.” you were already so close to the edge, your sounds getting louder and more consistent. “come on, come on my dick like a good girl.”
you groaned, head leaning back, but he bottomed out and you were snapping like a tight band, your orgasm crashing over you in waves that he rode out. he didn’t slow down, chasing his own release until he hit his own climax, milking himself with your walls before finally slowing to a stop, pausing before pulling out and collapsing onto you.
you were both still trying to catch your breath, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. he buried his face in your neck and began to trace slow circles on your hip as you both come down from your highs together, the silence stretching comfortably for a while.
“so, what was my grade?” you finally asked, breathless.
