WARNINGS: 17+ | Age Gap | Kinks: Daddy kink | Teacher Harry | unprotected sex | Minors DNI |
Summary: Y/n is taking some extra lessons with one of the music instructors after school in preparation for her music & instrumental arts final exam.
“Everyone please remember to practice and look over your notes! We only have three classes before your final exam for the semester!” Said Harry - he insisted the class address him as Harry as he felt Mr. Styles was far too professional and said it made him sound like a “stuffy middle aged professor.” The class began to clear out of the tiered style classroom, almost everyone was gone all bidding their goodbye to our teacher on their way out as I began gathering my things. I picked up by bag and slung it over my shoulder as I heard someone clear their throat from the front of the room. “Where do you think you’re going y/n?” He said with a tone in his voice.
“Oh uh I was just gonna-” you start but he cuts you off. “Just gonna what? Did you really think you could just leave with out me noticing y/n?” he walks over to me and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Were you really just gonna leave me here love?” He asks. “No.”
“No who, y/n?” He stands there looking straight into your eyes - not sure if you should address him as Harry, sir. or…
You stand there dumbfounded not sure how to respond - ultimately deciding to swallow your nerves and be a bit bold. “No Daddy.” His hand moves from your shoulder and towards your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good girl.” He takes your hand, leading you further into into the row of seats. He places his hands on your hips and lifts you onto one of the desks, you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the adrenaline that comes from the fact that there’s a chance you may get caught - whatever it is you don’t have it in you to hold back anymore. Your hands wrap around his neck as you pull his lips towards your own and kiss him. Harry is caught a bit off guard but kisses you with no hesitation none the less.
Before you know it your hot make out session, with one of your professors might you add, causes you both to want more after Harry pushed your legs apart in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. You can feel yourself grinding against his now hard cock as the both of you continue to make-out as if your lives depended on it. As you continue to kiss Harry you can feel his hands moving from steady on your hips to the hem of your shirt, and in a quick movement he forces himself to part from you, then pulls your shirt over your head in another. As soon as your shirt is off the both of you find yourselves kissing again except this time it’s you desperate to remove something of Harry’s. As the two of you kiss you find yourself fiddling with the zipper of Harry’s dress pants. “Darlingg…” He begins as soon as you manage to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Yes Daddy?” you ask him innocently. “What do you think you’re doing…?” He asks, his lips plump from the make out session. “Wanna touch you.” you say. “Oh yeah?” He asks, “You wanna be a good girl for daddy?” He asks. You nod your head. “Use your words darling.” - “Yes, daddy.”
You watch as he smirks, and takes a step back, sitting down on one of the desk chairs behind him. “Come be a good girl for daddy then.” he says. Knowing what to do you hop off the desk and step towards him, getting down on your knees and reaching for his cock. You slip your hand into his briefs and finally feel just how hard his cock is. Harry feels shivers and pure relief at the feeling of you’re soft hands finally touching him. After running your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times you take your other hand and grab the band of his underwear and use the hand already on his cock to finally pull him out of his briefs. Harry let’s out a sigh at the relief of his cock finally being out and free from the constraint of his briefs. You begin to slowly run your hands up and down his cock watching him in front of you, you bring your hands down toward the base of his cock and bring your mouth towards his tip. You stop as your mouth hits the tip of his cock and you swirl your tongue around it before sucking it only slightly and coming back off. “ Come on y/n please, be a good girl…” With this you go back down on his cock, you go down as far as you can, using your hands to compensate for the rest of him that doesn’t fit.
You hear Harry trying to muffle his moans at the feel of your mouth around him. You suddenly feel his hands come down and grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. You continue bobbing your head up and down when you feel his grip on your hair tighten only making you more wet then you already were. You feel Harry’s hips buck up into your mouth, shoving his cock just further into your mouth than it already was. You moan at the feeling and this causes harry to grunt from the feeling. “Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy, y/n?” He asks, You nod - or we’ll try to given the position you’re in. “always such a good little slut for daddy.” Harry says as his head falls back.
He grips your hair the slightest bit tighter and begins pushing your head down onto his cock causing you to gag, in a sudden movement he pushes you off him and stands up, cock still out and now pressing against his stomach. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take my load in your mouth baby girl?” he says, pulling at his cock twice for good measure - all you can do is nod as you look up at him. Putting a hand at the back of your head he takes the other and guides his cock back into your mouth - now rocking into it slowly.
His hips begin bucking a little rougher now at the new angle and the head of his cock hits the back of your throat at each thrust making you gag. “You’re daddy’s little slut, gagging on my cock like that.” he says as he pushes a stand of hair away from your face so he can look at directly at you as his hard cock fucks in and out of your mouth. With another gag from you and three final thrusts you can hear a series of curses slipping from Harry’s mouth as he comes into your mouth - you swallowing his load in hopes he’ll fuck you on the desk now.
Feeling desperate for something, anything- you begin to stand up from your previous position on your knees. Harry looks up to you as you begin to speak “Daddy please” you begin, your words coming out more like a whine. “Please what y/n?” he asks you as he stands up from the chair. “I need your cock.” you say desperately. “You want me to fuck you know y/n?” he asks but all you can do now is nod in response - normally Harry would command you to use your words but after the way you took his dick in your mouth like such a good girl he figured he’d let it slide this once.
“Yes, please daddy. I need your cock in my pussy now.” you finally manage to say. He puts his hands back on your hips lifting you onto one of the desks, kissing you roughly - tasting a bit of his load you’d previously swallowed. “You want your professor to fuck you in the classroom y/n?” he asks and you manage a “mhm yes daddy please, i’ve been a good girl.” you say. “You have been a good girl for daddy, haven’t you y/n?” you nod - “you’re such a dirty whore, fucking your college profesor in the same room where i teach all of your fellow classmates aren’t you?” he says but you can only gasp as plunges two fingers into you without warning.
He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you roughly, curling them once they’re deep inside you. You can help but let out a moan at the feeling of finally being touched. You’re not exactly sure how this whole thing started but you don’t regret it. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, then pulling them out and you can see how your arousal has spread all over his fingers. You were so wet. “So wet for me aren’t you y/n?” he says as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean right in front of you.
You can’t help but whine at the scene, just wanting his cock to be buried deep inside of your wet pussy. “Getting impatient aren’t we?” He says. “I’m sorry daddy- please i really need you.” Harry didn’t know if it was the way you were practically whining for his cock or how wet you were just for him but he decided to finally give you what you’ve been asking for. He ran his hand up and down his cock, jerking himself a bit before asking “Do you have a condom on you baby girl?” You nod a no “If you don’t have a condom then i don’t think I can fuck you right now baby.” - “no- no, please fuck me daddy, i need it. I’m on birth control.” you say with a desperate tone. You were hungry for him.
“Oh fuck baby girl.” he speaks out, practically moaning. He brings his hand to the hand of your underwear as you lift your hips helping him pull it off easily, as soon as it’s off it’s thrown on the floor beneath the both of you. He pushes your legs apart, finally bringing his hard cock near you, he takes his tip and drags it up and down your slit. teasing you. “please daddy.” you beg. “Alright, just because you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing himself into you slowly.
You moan at the feeling of his long, thick cock stretching you out, and finally entering your pussy. “fuck, baby girl.” he says as he finally finishes pushing himself inside of your cunt, feeling himself stretch your tight pussy with his cock. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to his size again, and he pulls out slowly. Without warning he plunges his hard cock into your cunt making you gasp out, not expecting his massive cock to be shoved inside your tight pussy without warning. He begins thrusting into you roughly, both hands on your hips to keep you from moving or falling from the somewhat unsteady desk.
He’s thrusting into your wet cunt like no tomorrow, the sound of skin slapping fills the room.
“fuck daddy.” you moan, putting your hands on his shoulders as your head begins to lean on his neck. “You’re so tight for me baby girl.” he says as he continues fucking you right on the desk. He moves his hands from your hips and toward your back as he unclasps your bra letting your tits out of their constraints. You feel a rush as you’re here being fucked by one of your professors on a desk, with your tits out knowing there’s a chance someone could walk into the room at any moment and catch you two in the act.
Harry moves his hand onto one of your tits, massaging them as you moan out his name at the feeling of him with his hand on your breast while fucking into you raw. You can feel your orgasm approaching as you hold onto harry’s shoulders for support, Harry notices what’s going on when he hears your shaky breaths and the way your cunt was squeezing his cock “oh fuck y/n” he practically groaned as he leaned over just slightly further to press is forehead against yours.
“im gonna cum.” you whine as you feel Harry’s thrusts becoming sloppy and his cock twitch inside you. “me too baby, come for me” he tells.
You can feel his hot breath as he thrusts into you messily and watches you come undone beneath him while he chases his own orgasm, hips stilling after 5 thrusts and he then pulls out as you wind at the loss of his cock in your pussy. Harry now places his hands on your shoulders as we guides you down onto your knees once again, you open your mouth for him, knowing what’s coming. You watch as Harry tugs twice at his cock before tapping the tip of it on your mouth and spilling his cum into your mouth. Holding back a whimper as he watches you swallow it like the good girl he knows you are.
“You’re so good for me y/n.” he says as he begins tucking himself back into his briefs and you begin standing up. You turn your back to him, hiding a blush and you feel two hands on your back, he clasps your bra back for you. “Thanks…” you mutter awkwardly and curse yourself for being such an awkward person. Harry let’s out a soft chuckle beside you as he kneels over, looking for your panties that were carelessly discarded moments ago. “Are you laughing at me?” you ask him, amused now. “Yes… you’re silly sometimes y/n…” he says as you finish getting dressed.
“Me, silly?” you look up at him, both of you now fully dressed again. “yes” he boops your nose with his finger “you, silly.” he smiles as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “I should get going…” you say as you look up at him. “okay- bye y/n” he says as you awkwardly stay standing there, he notices and realizes he’s in the way, stepping aside “oh s-sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck. “It’s alright Harry, i’ll see you yeah?” you say as you begin walking towards the door. “sure, see you y/n.” You walk out, waving behind you as you exit but wondering why Harry was acting kind of odd just then. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of nervous? Or maybe a little shy? This would be on your mind for the rest of the day as you made your way back to your dorm.
Warnings: minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, slight manipulation, driving under the influence (kinda), lowkey asshole harry, toxic relationship.
summary: where y/n & harry are broken up but she decides to hit him up after a while. inspired by olivia rodrigo’s “get him back” + my personal experiences bc i’m stupid 😚 (basically me romanticizing what i went thru & adding harry + added details for entertainment/plot)
word count: i forgot oops
“should i just text him?” you ask your two friends as you spin around on your barstool, knowing they would disagree but hoping they would convince you it was a good idea somehow. “absolutely not y/n! you know it never ends well. you know this.” melany says as liz turns around looking at you like you’re insane, and you might just be if your considering reaching out to him after what he did to you. “i really don’t think you should do that y/n, he always hurts you, and you always go back to him anyway.” what they said is true, you can admit that. you look down at your nails that are chipping from picking at them, feeling shame.
you know he always leaves you, every time. you always give him the benefit of the doubt. you always forgive him. you always make excuses for him. and you two always go back to each other, it never ends well, you always know how it will and, and yet you always do it anyway. you felt such a strong emotional connection like you’d never had with anyone, you weren’t a very open person by any means, but there was just something about him, something that made you open up to him, something that just made you feel like you were on top of the world when you were with him. you didn’t know what it was, but you knew he felt the same about you, even if he was always sabotaging it. there was an invisible force that just pulled you two together, that brought you back to each other.
you just couldn’t decide if that was actually for the better though. because no matter how strong your connection was, how amazing you felt when you two were together and on good terms, there was also no one who had broken your heart quite as hard and as often as he has. and yet. here you were about to text him. you knew you’d regret this as you were typing out your message against your friends wishes, and your better judgment.
“hey, it’s been a while…” you send him the message, immediately putting your phone away in your small purse, not telling your friends about what you’ve just done, part of you thinks he might not respond, and you’d be better for it in all honestly. but the other part of you couldn’t help but hope he’d respond.
the night went on, you had a couple of drinks & tried not to think about your message to harry. jared and michael eventually showed up, liz and melany’s boyfriends who also just happened to be friends of harry’s. you haven’t checked your phone since you put it away, part of you already regretting it but also wondering weather he’s responded yet or not. i’d be even responded that is. you greeted both jared and michael with a side hug “where’s harry?” michael (the closer one to harry) asked you as he gave you a side hug. you were confused to say the least, why was he asking you? “uhm i’ve no idea, why?” you ask him, curious of why he would even think he would be here.
“i told him i was coming here to meet up with melany and he mentioned something about stopping by, i thought he’d be here by now” confused, you looked back at him from your stool with a questioning look “i thought you two made up no?” he asked. “actually i kind of messaged him earlier but i haven’t checked my phone at all since so i don’t really know if you can call that ‘making up’.” you slightly cringed at your actions. he gave you a shrug, turning to melany as you turned to find your phone in your pocketbook and finally check your messages. “i’m coming to see you.” you read over the message over and over again like it was going to disappear. 30 minutes ago it said. you continued working on your drink suddenly nervous, he could be here any minute now. surely he’s figured out where you were from michael and you couldn’t blame michael, he haden’t known any better.
the thing about you two was that no matter how long you’ve gone without speaking (longest has been 8 months) once you were together in each others presence again it was like nothing happened, like no time had passed at all, like him being here now made up for all the hurt he’d caused in the past. it was kind of toxic you should admit, but you’d deny that to anyone who would point it out. you just couldn’t help but act normal, like nothing happened, but maybe it was for the best? probably not as there was much you two had to talk about but that conversation was always avoided.
you were on the dance floor with liz, moving to the beat of the music when he walked in, you didn’t notice him at first - too busy dancing, or more so just jumping up and down with liz. he walked over to michael, melany, and jared were, giving melany a nod and michael and jared one of those weird bro-hug things. suddenly you saw him, and it was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs and like a breath of fresh air all at the same time. he began walking over to you and you excused yourself from liz as you headed in his direction as well, meeting him halfway across. looking up at him once you were in front of him you felt your nerves spike a bit as he looked down on you intensely. it was always excruciating before one of you said anything to each other for the first time again. still looking deeply at you “hey baby, how’ve y’been?” he asks. “been alright” you say “kinda been thinking ‘bout you a little” you can’t help but add. he smirks at you “kinda?” he asks, still smiling, “you know i have h” you respond, “‘s what i like to hear, been missing you a lot too.” he speaks before leaning over, kissing you sweetly and it’s like fireworks erupting, like everything is finally right in the world. you knew your relationship with him was toxic, but you didn’t care, not anymore. you loved him too much to care about that anymore.
you two continued making out for a little, his hands dropping to your waist as your hands made their way to the back of his neck linking together. you eventually pulled away, in much need of some air as he rested his forehead on yours. his green eyes looked at yours with a slight twinkle in them and a piece of you hoped it would be different this time, you always did. he smiled down at you as he separated his forehead from yours, standing up straight now. “let’s go get a drink yeah?” he asks you and you nod as he takes your hand in yours and leads you to the booth your friends had decided to switch to once they saw harry arrive after michael and jared in order to have more room. harry slides into the booth after you and you feel melany’s stare on you, you initially avoid eye contact but eventually decide to look back at her as she gives you a pointed look and you shrug in response, not knowing what to say.
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you lay your head below harry’s shoulder after finishing your most recent drink, harry bring his arm up and wraps it around your shoulders at that and takes a swig of his beer (something more “lightweight”) with his other hand. melany rolls her eyes at this and you can’t blame her but you also can’t find it in you to care. she gets up with michael to dance, leaving you and harry alone in the booth, you look up at him, your head still resting on his chest and he leans down, kissing you. you smile into the kiss, feeling it deepen and soon enough you two are in a full make out session, unable to keep your hands off each other. your hands in his hair as he continued to kiss you so deeply while holding you tight as if you’d disappear. “we should get out of here” you say between kisses, wanting to be with him to more private space so you could do more. “yours or mine?” he asks.
you’re in his car now heading to yours, he opened your door and made sure you were buckled in before heading over to his side and hopping in the drivers seat “are you sure you’re okay to drive?” you ask him, you’d offer to drive yourself but you were equally as wasted, if not more. “i’m alright babe, we can take an uber if you’d feel better about it.” stopping his right hand from turning the ignition, he looks to you awaiting your response. “no im okay, it’s okay. i trust you.” he smiles, leaning over to kiss you briefly before turning the key and starting the car before pulling away and onto the street. the streets are completely empty due to the late hour, it’s so rare to see such empty streets in the city. harry rests his hand on your knee as he controls the steering wheel with his other, beginning to go slightly above the speed limit, you didn’t really mind it though. he continued going faster, and faster until you were very well over the speed limit but somehow still, you felt safe. you didn’t really care what happened when you were with him as long as it was with him.
the wind was in your hair as the top was down, his right hand placed on your thigh as you breezed through the motorway, harry going around the few cars there were with ease. finally you pull up to the car park of your apartment complex, you unbuckle your seatbelt as he does the same, immediately exiting the car before rounding it to open your door for you. despite all the miscommunication and heartbreak he was always such a gentleman. your hand in his, you dash to the elevators and once the doors close he’s immediately pushing you against the wall before attaching his lips to your neck just below your jaw. he’s sucking lightly against the skin of your neck as your hands once again find themselves in his hair, tugging it lightly causing him to groan against your neck. the elevator dings as the doors open to your floor, he brings his lips to yours as the two of you begin to make out as you blindly make your way to your door and unlock your door.
you finally make it inside as you make your way to your bedroom and he pushes you back as he makes his way on top of you, tugging at your shirt you break the kiss to lift your shirt over your head but his lips are back on yours as soon as your top is out of the way as your fingers fumble with his zipper. you finally get his trousers undone and he lifts himself off you to pull them off, taking the time to pull his shirt off as well, leaving him just in his boxers as you take this time to slide your mini skirt off as well. you sit up as he makes his way back to you, lips back on yours as he unhooks your bra and slides it off effortlessly, he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours as his hands drop down to your waist and he gives you a quick kiss before pulling back to get a better look at you.
“you’re so fucking beautiful baby.” he takes a hand to your tit, massaging it slowly before pushing you onto your back as his hands come to your hips and his fingers hook on either side of your panties before slowly dragging them down your legs. you split your legs open slightly as he throws your underwear into the growing pile on the floor, making his way back to you, one hand on the bed to keep his balance as the other finds its way to your breasts while he makes his way from your lips to your jaw, and neck. you can feel him through his boxers, pressing against you as you begin to grind against him. “please h, i need you.” you hook your fingers into his boxers and begin pulling them down as he finishes removing them once you couldn’t pull them down any further. “tell me what you need y/n, i’ll give you anything you ask me for.” he says as he looks into your eyes with so much sincerity, you almost can’t help but wonder if he truly means that. outside of the bedroom or if he’s just caught up in the heat of the moment. you decide not to think about that for the time being.
“need you inside of me, please h.” you say as he nods and places both of his hands on your hips as you spread your legs open and he aligns himself against you, you can practically feel his tip at your entrance. he takes his right hand off your hip and uses it to drag his tip along your slit, teasing you a bit before pushing in, slowly stretching you out. it felts so good to have him back inside of you, he was so long and thick, you couldn’t help but moan out at the feeling as he let out a breath above you. “oh fuck, you feel so good baby, you’re so tight for me.” he practically wants to roll his eyes to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight cunt sucking him in as he begins moving slowly, almost a bit overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside you, completely raw. “go a little faster h.” you say as he picks up his pace, and his right arm makes its way around your neck, squeezing it lightly.
“oh fuck you feel so fucking good baby.” he says as he picks up his pace even more “fuck i missed this, missed you so fucking much.” the sound of skin slapping fills the room and he’s going so hard and fast that you can’t keep your mouth shut and become a moaning mess. “y’know theres not a day i don’t think about you baby?” he says as he moves his hand from your neck to your breasts. “think about you everyday, how stupid i am for letting you go every time.” he’s pounding into you roughly now, hitting your g-spot with every thrust as you moaned in complete pleasure, yet your brain also working overtime to manage thinking about what he’s saying whilst completely railing into you mercilessly.
“h please don’t, don’t say these things. not if you don’t mean them.” you say between breaths. “i mean they baby, i’ve been so stupid letting you go. i promise ill do better if you give me another chance, you’re all i want.” he’s now rocking into you at a rough pace, his hand back around your neck making you feel dizzy and full of pleasure all while still thinking of his words. the sound of his balls slapping against you as he buries himself deep into you. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” you say as he brings his hand down to your clit and you can’t help but to let go, your orgasm hitting you hard. “oh fuck baby, feels so good. squeeze my cock so good, i’m gonna cum.” he continues thrusting into you as he cums inside of you, fucking you through your high until you’re both settled. he rests his arms on either side of you, still inside of you as he looks into your eyes and leans down to kiss you.
“please give me another chance baby, you’re the love of my life, i want to be the person you deserve.” he says with sincerity but you can’t help to wonder if he actually means it, i mean sure when he’s asked for forgiveness in the past he did mean what he said, at the time. but over time things would change, priorities would shift and you’d end up back at square one. but you just couldn’t say no to him, you never could and part of you hated yourself for that. you knew you were just setting yourself up for heartbreak but you just couldn’t stop yourself no matter how much you wish you could because it destroyed you every time. “okay.”
“really? you’ve just made me so happy my love. thank you so much, i promise i won’t let you down this time.” that much you didn’t know.
•••
harry was sleeping, he ended up staying the night. i guess last nights events tired him out but you? you were wide awake, couldn’t sleep.
eventually you gave up on trying to catch any sleep, thoughts of harry and your relationship working overtime on your mind. you side up and grab your pack of cigarettes, a habit you picked up from your father, and head out into your balcony. sitting down on a chair as you light your cigarette. you bring your legs to your chest as you inhale your first puff and memories of you and harry’s past relationship come to mind, all the great times hit also all the lies, the arguments, the secrets. you couldn’t help but cry.
you loved him so much, when your relationship was good it was really good, but when it was bad? it was really bad. sure if something went wrong this time you’d have no one to blame but yourself. after all you were the fool that kept giving him chance after chance and he always made the same mistakes. every time things ended between you two it destroyed you. after everything was over you were just a shell of yourself, your friends were always concerned about you afterwards.
you knew you were just hurting yourself at this point honestly, but you just couldn’t help but give him another opportunity because you would always cling onto the good times with him, always remember the great times you had and how good he could be to you. you were pathetic honestly, crying in your balcony while he slept peacefully in your bedroom after you’ve given him yet another chance. you really hope it’s different this time, that he’ll really change but deep down you know he won’t and it’ll end the same as it does every time, it will destroy you again and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.
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WARNINGS: 17+ | Age Gap | Kinks: Daddy kink | Teacher Harry | unprotected sex | Minors DNI |
Summary: Y/n is taking some extra lessons with one of the music instructors after school in preparation for her music & instrumental arts final exam.
“Everyone please remember to practice and look over your notes! We only have three classes before your final exam for the semester!” Said Harry - he insisted the class address him as Harry as he felt Mr. Styles was far too professional and said it made him sound like a “stuffy middle aged professor.” The class began to clear out of the tiered style classroom, almost everyone was gone all bidding their goodbye to our teacher on their way out as I began gathering my things. I picked up by bag and slung it over my shoulder as I heard someone clear their throat from the front of the room. “Where do you think you’re going y/n?” He said with a tone in his voice.
“Oh uh I was just gonna-” you start but he cuts you off. “Just gonna what? Did you really think you could just leave with out me noticing y/n?” he walks over to me and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Were you really just gonna leave me here love?” He asks. “No.”
“No who, y/n?” He stands there looking straight into your eyes - not sure if you should address him as Harry, sir. or…
You stand there dumbfounded not sure how to respond - ultimately deciding to swallow your nerves and be a bit bold. “No Daddy.” His hand moves from your shoulder and towards your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good girl.” He takes your hand, leading you further into into the row of seats. He places his hands on your hips and lifts you onto one of the desks, you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the adrenaline that comes from the fact that there’s a chance you may get caught - whatever it is you don’t have it in you to hold back anymore. Your hands wrap around his neck as you pull his lips towards your own and kiss him. Harry is caught a bit off guard but kisses you with no hesitation none the less.
Before you know it your hot make out session, with one of your professors might you add, causes you both to want more after Harry pushed your legs apart in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. You can feel yourself grinding against his now hard cock as the both of you continue to make-out as if your lives depended on it. As you continue to kiss Harry you can feel his hands moving from steady on your hips to the hem of your shirt, and in a quick movement he forces himself to part from you, then pulls your shirt over your head in another. As soon as your shirt is off the both of you find yourselves kissing again except this time it’s you desperate to remove something of Harry’s. As the two of you kiss you find yourself fiddling with the zipper of Harry’s dress pants. “Darlingg…” He begins as soon as you manage to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Yes Daddy?” you ask him innocently. “What do you think you’re doing…?” He asks, his lips plump from the make out session. “Wanna touch you.” you say. “Oh yeah?” He asks, “You wanna be a good girl for daddy?” He asks. You nod your head. “Use your words darling.” - “Yes, daddy.”
You watch as he smirks, and takes a step back, sitting down on one of the desk chairs behind him. “Come be a good girl for daddy then.” he says. Knowing what to do you hop off the desk and step towards him, getting down on your knees and reaching for his cock. You slip your hand into his briefs and finally feel just how hard his cock is. Harry feels shivers and pure relief at the feeling of you’re soft hands finally touching him. After running your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times you take your other hand and grab the band of his underwear and use the hand already on his cock to finally pull him out of his briefs. Harry let’s out a sigh at the relief of his cock finally being out and free from the constraint of his briefs. You begin to slowly run your hands up and down his cock watching him in front of you, you bring your hands down toward the base of his cock and bring your mouth towards his tip. You stop as your mouth hits the tip of his cock and you swirl your tongue around it before sucking it only slightly and coming back off. “ Come on y/n please, be a good girl…” With this you go back down on his cock, you go down as far as you can, using your hands to compensate for the rest of him that doesn’t fit.
You hear Harry trying to muffle his moans at the feel of your mouth around him. You suddenly feel his hands come down and grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. You continue bobbing your head up and down when you feel his grip on your hair tighten only making you more wet then you already were. You feel Harry’s hips buck up into your mouth, shoving his cock just further into your mouth than it already was. You moan at the feeling and this causes harry to grunt from the feeling. “Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy, y/n?” He asks, You nod - or we’ll try to given the position you’re in. “always such a good little slut for daddy.” Harry says as his head falls back.
He grips your hair the slightest bit tighter and begins pushing your head down onto his cock causing you to gag, in a sudden movement he pushes you off him and stands up, cock still out and now pressing against his stomach. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take my load in your mouth baby girl?” he says, pulling at his cock twice for good measure - all you can do is nod as you look up at him. Putting a hand at the back of your head he takes the other and guides his cock back into your mouth - now rocking into it slowly.
His hips begin bucking a little rougher now at the new angle and the head of his cock hits the back of your throat at each thrust making you gag. “You’re daddy’s little slut, gagging on my cock like that.” he says as he pushes a stand of hair away from your face so he can look at directly at you as his hard cock fucks in and out of your mouth. With another gag from you and three final thrusts you can hear a series of curses slipping from Harry’s mouth as he comes into your mouth - you swallowing his load in hopes he’ll fuck you on the desk now.
Feeling desperate for something, anything- you begin to stand up from your previous position on your knees. Harry looks up to you as you begin to speak “Daddy please” you begin, your words coming out more like a whine. “Please what y/n?” he asks you as he stands up from the chair. “I need your cock.” you say desperately. “You want me to fuck you know y/n?” he asks but all you can do now is nod in response - normally Harry would command you to use your words but after the way you took his dick in your mouth like such a good girl he figured he’d let it slide this once.
“Yes, please daddy. I need your cock in my pussy now.” you finally manage to say. He puts his hands back on your hips lifting you onto one of the desks, kissing you roughly - tasting a bit of his load you’d previously swallowed. “You want your professor to fuck you in the classroom y/n?” he asks and you manage a “mhm yes daddy please, i’ve been a good girl.” you say. “You have been a good girl for daddy, haven’t you y/n?” you nod - “you’re such a dirty whore, fucking your college profesor in the same room where i teach all of your fellow classmates aren’t you?” he says but you can only gasp as plunges two fingers into you without warning.
He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you roughly, curling them once they’re deep inside you. You can help but let out a moan at the feeling of finally being touched. You’re not exactly sure how this whole thing started but you don’t regret it. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, then pulling them out and you can see how your arousal has spread all over his fingers. You were so wet. “So wet for me aren’t you y/n?” he says as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean right in front of you.
You can’t help but whine at the scene, just wanting his cock to be buried deep inside of your wet pussy. “Getting impatient aren’t we?” He says. “I’m sorry daddy- please i really need you.” Harry didn’t know if it was the way you were practically whining for his cock or how wet you were just for him but he decided to finally give you what you’ve been asking for. He ran his hand up and down his cock, jerking himself a bit before asking “Do you have a condom on you baby girl?” You nod a no “If you don’t have a condom then i don’t think I can fuck you right now baby.” - “no- no, please fuck me daddy, i need it. I’m on birth control.” you say with a desperate tone. You were hungry for him.
“Oh fuck baby girl.” he speaks out, practically moaning. He brings his hand to the hand of your underwear as you lift your hips helping him pull it off easily, as soon as it’s off it’s thrown on the floor beneath the both of you. He pushes your legs apart, finally bringing his hard cock near you, he takes his tip and drags it up and down your slit. teasing you. “please daddy.” you beg. “Alright, just because you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing himself into you slowly.
You moan at the feeling of his long, thick cock stretching you out, and finally entering your pussy. “fuck, baby girl.” he says as he finally finishes pushing himself inside of your cunt, feeling himself stretch your tight pussy with his cock. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to his size again, and he pulls out slowly. Without warning he plunges his hard cock into your cunt making you gasp out, not expecting his massive cock to be shoved inside your tight pussy without warning. He begins thrusting into you roughly, both hands on your hips to keep you from moving or falling from the somewhat unsteady desk.
He’s thrusting into your wet cunt like no tomorrow, the sound of skin slapping fills the room.
“fuck daddy.” you moan, putting your hands on his shoulders as your head begins to lean on his neck. “You’re so tight for me baby girl.” he says as he continues fucking you right on the desk. He moves his hands from your hips and toward your back as he unclasps your bra letting your tits out of their constraints. You feel a rush as you’re here being fucked by one of your professors on a desk, with your tits out knowing there’s a chance someone could walk into the room at any moment and catch you two in the act.
Harry moves his hand onto one of your tits, massaging them as you moan out his name at the feeling of him with his hand on your breast while fucking into you raw. You can feel your orgasm approaching as you hold onto harry’s shoulders for support, Harry notices what’s going on when he hears your shaky breaths and the way your cunt was squeezing his cock “oh fuck y/n” he practically groaned as he leaned over just slightly further to press is forehead against yours.
“im gonna cum.” you whine as you feel Harry’s thrusts becoming sloppy and his cock twitch inside you. “me too baby, come for me” he tells.
You can feel his hot breath as he thrusts into you messily and watches you come undone beneath him while he chases his own orgasm, hips stilling after 5 thrusts and he then pulls out as you wind at the loss of his cock in your pussy. Harry now places his hands on your shoulders as we guides you down onto your knees once again, you open your mouth for him, knowing what’s coming. You watch as Harry tugs twice at his cock before tapping the tip of it on your mouth and spilling his cum into your mouth. Holding back a whimper as he watches you swallow it like the good girl he knows you are.
“You’re so good for me y/n.” he says as he begins tucking himself back into his briefs and you begin standing up. You turn your back to him, hiding a blush and you feel two hands on your back, he clasps your bra back for you. “Thanks…” you mutter awkwardly and curse yourself for being such an awkward person. Harry let’s out a soft chuckle beside you as he kneels over, looking for your panties that were carelessly discarded moments ago. “Are you laughing at me?” you ask him, amused now. “Yes… you’re silly sometimes y/n…” he says as you finish getting dressed.
“Me, silly?” you look up at him, both of you now fully dressed again. “yes” he boops your nose with his finger “you, silly.” he smiles as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “I should get going…” you say as you look up at him. “okay- bye y/n” he says as you awkwardly stay standing there, he notices and realizes he’s in the way, stepping aside “oh s-sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck. “It’s alright Harry, i’ll see you yeah?” you say as you begin walking towards the door. “sure, see you y/n.” You walk out, waving behind you as you exit but wondering why Harry was acting kind of odd just then. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of nervous? Or maybe a little shy? This would be on your mind for the rest of the day as you made your way back to your dorm.
thank you guys for all the love on this 😭 i was a bit worried it would flip terribly and it took me about a week and a half to finish this just because i wasn’t too sure about the plot n stuff but do let me know if you anyone wants a part two to this where i can go into more detail about how this started/ their relationship, or if you guys have any suggestions/prompts let me know as well!! i do have something in the works rn that should be out either by the end of this week (Saturday) or possibly Monday!!
In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.
You checked your phone, it was now fully charged. It was also now 3:17 in the morning and you were pretty sure you hadn’t slept a wink, because, fuck! How were you supposed to just go to sleep after finding out that Harry had not only kept your panties, but he’d kept them in his nightstand. IN HIS FUCKING NIGHTSTAND!
You huffed to yourself, dramatically. How were you ever going to move on from this? What did it even mean that he’d kept them? Obviously, it wasn’t innocent of him at all, but that also didn’t necessarily mean anything.
Realistically, you knew he was just a red blooded man at the end of the day, and what guy would’ve just thrown them away? But then you remembered what he’d told you back on the porch that first night, when you asked him how old he thought you were and he said he was hoping you just looked way younger than you actually were.
You’d thought about that a lot, ever since. That was the one thing that had kept you wondering, had you really just imagined it, whatever it was between you? Because when he pulled away later that very night you’d felt as if it’d all just been in your head.
But this, this changed everything.
Up until the moment when you’d opened that drawer, your heart had ached over how Harry had managed to turn that whole day around for you. It had been arguably the worst day you’d had in a long while, but then he appeared out of nowhere by your side at the airport, just when tears had started rolling down your face and it was as if the clouds had parted. Yeah, then you found out that your brother had pulled that stunt on you and you lost it, but still, Harry had been there. Like, genuinely been there. The way he stepped up and just… took you under his wing? Nobody had ever done that for you. Nobody.
And looking back, you wondered whether he’d really asked you to watch Home Alone with him for his own sake. Something told you that he knew you were just itching to get under his blankets and cry your heart out. But he saw right through you, and deliberately made you watch that movie with him so that you’d end up asleep before you could get to it. And that hot cocoa with marshmallows, the blanket, the way he’d turned the volume down?
You glanced at those panties, you’d placed them on top of the nightstand next to your phone and kept staring at them. Was that why he did all that? Just to get in your pants? Could that have been his hidden agenda behind all this?
You honestly didn’t know Harry well enough to decipher this. But if anything, you really didn’t think that he’d go to all this trouble just to get you in bed. Which you were, incidentally- in his bed, that is- but that was beside the point.
You sunk lower down his sheets and placed one of his pillows over your face. God, you loved this and hated it at the same time. You just wished you’d have a way of finding out whether the panties really meant something or if it was just a random guy thing he did in keeping them. And even if he was into you, that didn’t necessarily mean he’d ever act on it. Hell, you were into him and hadn’t acted on it, because, well… You’d always been into older men, but you’d never explored this kink. It was just a concept you enjoyed, a secret fantasy you’d never really pursue. Aside from that, your brother was dating his daughter, and that was just way too complicated right there. Imagine what Emily would ever think of her father sleeping with someone so close to her own age. You were 7 years older than her but that still was pretty close. You tried imagining your dad dating someone close to your age and it made your skin crawl.
You threw the pillow off your face and to the side. Dating. Pshh. Now, there’s a notion. Yeah, if anything, he wanted to fuck you, at most. Let’s get real.
Man, you would’ve killed for a cigarette. You knew it’d be tough coming home after just 2 weeks since you quit, but this was next level.
It was nearing 4am and you just had to get some sleep. You couldn’t just sleep in, this wasn’t your house, you were a guest there. You were beginning to wish you could just feel like crying again, a good cry would’ve sent you right off to sleep.
You wondered if you could sneak out of and back in Harry’s house unnoticed. How far off could a 24/7 store be from here? You weren’t really familiar with the area. You went on google maps and lo and behold, just a short 6 minute walk. Was it the smartest idea you’d ever had? No. But you were desperate.
Plus the walk and fresh air would help too.
You tiptoed towards the window, because you were being unnecessarily sneaky, and concluded that you could make the jump as well as climb back in easily.
You hurriedly got dressed, you were glad you’d packed extra footwear, even if it were just a pair of trainers that were absolutely not fit for walking through the snow in, but your shoes were by the front door and you were not gonna go get them and risk waking up the entire house. Also, you layered two hoodies one atop of the other, put on a beanie and you patted yourself on the back, this was gonna act as a predator repellent as well as keep you warm during your little quest to the store.
You went by the door and glued your ear to it, trying to listen for any noises that would suggest anyone was awake. But the coast seemed to be clear.
You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and, on a second thought, tossed the panties back into the drawer as well. You’d have hated for Harry to somehow catch you sneaking out and then also notice you’d discovered the panties hidden there.
He was not gonna catch you, but still, you weren’t willing to risk it. You didn’t want him knowing that you knew. You had to sit on it some more, decide what you were going to do about it, but first things first. Cigarettes.
You were thankful for internet banking just then as well, and that you could pay using your phone, since your wallet was in your handbag, hanging on the coat rack at the front door as well. Clearly the universe was plotting in your favor.
Ok, queue Mission Impossible OST. Time to put to good use all those times you’d snuck out of your own childhood bedroom while in highschool for the lamest of reasons. At least this time you had a valid reason.
You very slowly opened the window, inspecting the closing mechanism. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t close it shut behind you, since you wouldn’t be able to get it open from the outside. Duh. But stil, would’ve been sweet if the Universe had plotted that one for you as well.
You grabbed one of the books you’d brought with you and tested it out, wedging it so that the window wouldn’t close back entirely.
This stuff would’ve put Tom Cruise to shame.
You jumped over, mindful of the window and then you secured the book in place successfully. Yass. You still got it.
You hunched, planning to tiptoe around the house and down the driveway inconspicuously but then, some motion activated lights caught you red handed and you’d never felt that green mile rush hit you quite as effectively before, 'cause man, you bolted. Ran for your life. The longer you stayed in place, the longer the lights stayed on, and the bigger the chances Harry would wake up to see them and catch you.
Once you were in the clear, you looked back and was relieved to see that the lights had gone back out. And there weren’t any on in the house, so it would seem that you’d managed to carry out the first half of your jailbreak sans incident. Well, you were not gonna let the motion activated lights ruin that little victory for you.
Man, it was colder than you’d expected. You shoved your hands deep inside your pockets and hurried down the road. You kept looking over your shoulder, paranoid that someone would follow you even in that godawful outfit, or even worse, paranoid to see Harry chase after you barefoot and in his pajamas.
Finally at the store, you were faced with the bright neon lights of shame. Yeah, the very bored cashier had probably seen it all, but still you felt bad to end your 2 weeks like that.
Cigarettes and lighter paid for, you realized you couldn’t just smoke in the backyard as you’d originally planned, where you knew for a fact there were no motion activated lights from last time, but still, you were not willing to risk it. So on top of being the freak that you were at 4am in that same godawful outfit, you were going to be smoking on the way back as well.
You were freezing, but you paced yourself, lighting the cigarette and savoring the first drag. Darn, you’d missed that. Queue the guilt. But still… darn.
2 smokes in and you were ready to crash into bed. Yeah, it’d been just what you’d needed, the cold air, the adrenaline, everything, and now it was hitting you hard. You needed to be in bed and asleep ASAP.
You just had to make it back through the window, past those pesky motion activated lights and you were good to go. You were probably gonna sleep wearing those two hoodies, the cold had really settled into your bones and you were just too beat to even bother changing back into what you’d originally gone to bed in. Plus the room had probably cooled down considerably having left the window ajar like that.
You rushed inside the best you could, struggling a bit to climb over, the window was definitely not making it any easier, and you let out a huge sigh of relief as your feet finally hit the carpeted floor.
You turned around to close and secure the window just as the outdoor lights went out, and before you could turn back around again a huge hand covered your mouth “Be quiet!”
Your mind barely registered Harry’s hushed voice, your panicked panting drowning out everything around you. He turned you around to face him, gesturing for you to keep quiet as he removed his hand, a stern look on his face that you could barely make out in the dark.
“Fuck!” you yelped quietly “You scared the crap out of me!” you pulled away, a hand to your chest as you pulled your beanie off with the other, leaving behind a mess of frizzy hair that clung onto it.
“I scared you?!” Harry whisper-shouted at you “How do you think I felt when the outside lights went off and I peeked out the window only to see what looked like a homeless bum running for his life?”
“You were supposed to be asleep!” you whisper-shouted back, a bit hurt at his homeless bum remark although you knew it was absolutely legit
Harry ran his hand over his face impatiently “Y/N! What could’ve possibly prompted you to do that! I specifically told you I’d be right there if you needed me!”
You gulped. He was actually really angry with you. Shit, you really hadn’t thought this through, had you? He was more than serious, fuming even, and you were terrified and at the same time… extremely turned on. What was wrong with you!
It was the adrenaline, you told yourself.
“I asked you a question!” he snapped, his voice a bit louder this time.
Your gaze lowered to the ground, and you saw his bare foot stomping the carpet frantically. He was really holding back, but damn, you’d fucked up. He was right to be mad at you. “I’m sorry” you whispered, barely audible.
“Sorry’s not good enough! You really had me worried, Y/N! I came in here to check and see if you were ok, only to find you were missing! I didn’t know what happened! Didn’t know if that was you running off or someone else, hell, it even crossed my mind that maybe you were kidnapped or something!” you could see from the corner of your eyes that he was running his hands through his disheveled hair, he’d also started pacing in front of you as he spoke. Meanwhile you could only feel yourself getting smaller and smaller.
“When I noticed your phone was missing I realized you snuck out. But fuck, Y/N! You really had me worried something happened to you for a moment there! That’s when I stopped worrying and started getting angry” his voice went even deeper if that was even possible, and the way he was also keeping it down so that he wouldn’t wake Emily made it sound even more menacing “I’d have expected this shit from Emily, but not from you! I thought you were old enough to know better, I thought you were a fucking adult! But clearly I was wrong!” he scoffed, stopping in front of you and letting out a frustrated groan.
It was too much, suddenly. You felt shame, guilt, and you generally just hated yourself for having worried him like that. It dawned on you just how childish it had been of you to sneak out like that. He was right. You were nothing but a stupid, pathetic, worthless brat, the very words your father had always used rang loud in your ears. You felt impending tears sting your eyes, your vision going blurry and before you could make any sense of it Harry was reaching out to you and you yelped loudly, jumping back and hitting the wall behind you as you tried to shield yourself away from the smack you knew was coming.
Harry froze for a moment and then quickly softened his tone “Hey, hey... Y/N, I’m sorry! Fuck, I didn’t mean to… shit, what did you think I was gonna do?” he stammered, visibly taken aback by your reaction “Hey, c’mere. It’s all right, you’re all right” he managed to get closer without you flinching and pulled you into his arms, ever so gently. The second you felt his arms around you, your whole body relaxed, and you started crying in earnest, burying your face in his chest.
“I’m sorry...” you mumbled, clutching the fabric of his wrinkled t-shirt “I’m so sorry”
“Shhh. I’m sorry. I never meant to scare you like that, I was just upset because I was so worried!” he tightened his arms around you, rocking you slightly. You felt him take a deep breath, his broad, firm chest expanding beneath your hold and you wanted to stay there forever, have his voice vibrate deep in his chest against your cheek.
“No, no, you… you were right” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get the tears to stop already, but your whole body was still shaking “I just meant I’m sorry for crying like this. Again!” you wanted to pull away but he held you there, not letting go
“Shhh, don’t speak. You can cry all you want, it’s all right. You’re safe. Nobody is going to hurt you. Least of all me” his voice was quiet and soft as he rested his cheek against the top of your head, and you sank even more into him
“I’m fine…” you whispered back
“You’re not fine”
“...Dad?” Emily’s voice could be heard from across the hall, piercing the comfortable silence the two of you were now sharing.
You both jumped as if electrocuted, and Harry scurried towards the door, closing it behind him as he exited the bedroom. Hopefully she hadn’t seen him come out of there. Because nothing happened.
Nothing happened, right?
You inhaled shakily. Crap, you really needed to process all this. But you could feel your body shutting down, you were beyond exhausted at this point.
You sat at the edge of the bed, kicking off your trainers and then resting your head in your palms, your elbows on your knees. You suddenly felt like you were suffocating and you realized you were still wearing the overlapped hoodies. You stood a bit too abruptly and stumbled a bit on your way to your suitcase, on top of which you’d thrown your change of clothes. Man, you really needed to get some sleep. You pulled both hoodies up and over your head and the overlapped material must’ve muffled the noise, because you hadn’t heard Harry come in and he startled you hearing him swear “Fuck!... Sorry!”
You shrieked as you turned away from him, clutching the hoodies to your front as you were, in fact, not wearing a bra. You took it off before going to bed and it hadn’t made any sense to put one on just for what should’ve been a short jailbreak to the store.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, Y/N! I’m sorry, I promise, I didn’t see anything!”
You looked over your shoulder to see him plastered to the door, shielding his line of vision as if that was gonna undo him seeing your boobs. There’s no way he hadn’t seen them. Fuck’s sake.
“I didn’t expect you to come back” you muttered
“I just wanted to make sure you were ok… are you decent?” he glanced from between his fingers and when he saw you still hadn’t gotten dressed he slapped his palm back over his eyes earning a chuckle from you, that even you hadn’t expected. That prompted him to chuckle too and soon you were both laughing, trying to be as quiet as possible. You grabbed your t-shirt and pulled it on hastily
“I might really have to make a run for it this time around, this is ten times worse than the panties. It’s ok, you can look now…”
Harry gave you an apologetic look and shook his head, worry lining his face as the laughter died down “I’m really sorry, I usually knock… but I’d only just reassured Emily that I was just getting a glass of water and I didn’t wanna make any noise and…”
“Yeah… pretty sure my damsel in distress screech didn’t help just now”
“I think she’s fast asleep now, I tucked her in. She was barely awake anyway. Don’t worry about it”
“Yeah but… I mean. I don’t want her getting any ideas, you know?”
Harry cleared his throat “Yeah, definitely, that’s why I left just then… didn’t want her getting the wrong idea” he chuckled nervously
“Yeah…” you smiled awkwardly
“Get some sleep, all right? We’ll talk in the morning. Sleep in if you need to”
“Oh, thank God” you threw your head back in relief “That’s the best thing you could’ve told me just now” you straightened and approached him a bit “Harry, just… I’m sorry, ok? You were right, it was really fucking stupid of me to sneak out like that. Honestly I don’t know what I was thinking. I desperately needed a smoke. I quit 2 weeks ago and today was just… too much to handle, and I couldn’t sleep even though I'm so, so tired. But I didn’t want to wake you up. Hearing myself now, I realize how stupid it was of me. And then to have you worried sick over me… I can’t tell you how awful I feel”
Harry’s shoulders slumped, a lazy smile on his face “Stop apologizing. It’s behind us. I’m glad you told me though, would’ve gone crazy wondering why the hell you snuck out like that”
You smiled back, relieved to have lightened up the mood somewhat. You stared at each other like that, lazy smiles on your faces for a long moment before he inhaled sharply and took a step back towards the door, then another “Good night, Y/N. Do me a favor and be here when I wake up, all right?”
You giggled “All right. I’ll be here, promise. Good night”
“I’ll hold you to it” he scowled at you playfully and then left.
Ok, so he’s also seen you half naked now.
Great.
You bit your lower lip, the sarcasm was lost on you if you were being honest, because in reality it hadn’t bothered you in the slightest. If anything, it gave you a rush knowing that he’d probably imagine your breasts as well now whenever he’d have his fun with your panties.
With a smirk, you opened up the nightstand just to take another glance at them, to reinforce the idea that yeah, he’d not only kept your panties but was keeping them in his upper drawer like some sort of essential.
You bent your knees a bit and then pulled the drawer out even further.
The panties. They were… gone.
You grabbed your phone, turned the flashlight on and ran it over the contents of his drawer where you were absolutely sure you’d placed them back in before you left to get the damn cigarettes.
They were literally not there anymore.
You straightened, switching the flash off absentmindedly.
Oh my fucking God. He actually took them. HE TOOK THEM.
He’d been in there, freaking out over you missing, then as per his own admission saw that your phone was missing and realized you’d snuck out.
And then he decided to grab the incriminating panties from the nightstand, just in case.
He didn’t want you to know.
He obviously couldn’t have known you already knew.
You gasped. Is that why he’d been awake? Was he thinking about it? Was he worrying over you finding out his dirty little secret?
So much so that, the first chance he got, he made sure you’d never find out?
… MOTHERFUCKER.
*
You woke up at noon which was pretty decent considering you fell asleep past 4am, but you lay in bed some more. You checked the nightstand once more, almost as if to make sure that you hadn’t, in fact, dreamt that last bit.
Part of you was disappointed. Part of you had been fantasizing that maybe he’d left them there on purpose, for you to find. Another part of you was relieved. If he didn’t want you knowing, you didn’t have to address it. Not that you were going to…
Uff. Why was he so hard to read? In all your experience with the opposite sex it’d all been fairly easy to navigate. You could generally read men like open books. Not overly complex fellows, men. Harry was a different ball game.
Now that you knew he’d kept your panties and God only knew what unholy things they’d witnessed, and now that you’d been in his arms, inhaled his scent and felt his heartbeat against your temple there was no denying it anymore. You wanted him. It was not just a harmless fantasy to you anymore, you genuinely were contemplating ways to show him that you’d be willing to explore this further, whatever it was between you.
The issue now was that you had absolutely no idea if he was even remotely interested. The panties? Any guy would’ve kept them. The protectiveness? He was a father, maybe that was just in his nature to be protective of someone close to his own daughter’s age? Or maybe that’s just the kind of man he was, and he’d have done the same for anyone in your shoes.
Before you could dwell on it any further you went through your morning routine and even put on a bit of makeup. He’d seen enough of your racoon eyes the previous day, plus going to bed late and all the crying had warranted for a bit of concealer at the very least.
You furrowed your brows while finishing that thought, screwing shut your mascara tube. Whoah. Since when are you putting on makeup for anyone else aside from your damn self? You were the living breathing personification of that Olsen twin meme. What was happening to you?
Something told you this little crush you were having on Mr. Styles was gonna prove to be a tad more complicated than you’d suspected originally.
You sighed, deciding to brave the new world, the one in which you’d come to terms with your infatuation for Harry.
You made your way to the living room area and you were met with the most adorable sight in the history of adorable sights, ever.
Home Alone was on, and Emily was flipping through her phone not really paying much attention to it while Harry was splayed on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest and very much asleep.
Emily noticed you and grinned, then gestured towards her father in amusement “He didn’t even make it halfway through” she whispered
Your heart ached. He’d not told her he’d already seen it the previous night with you, since this was, after all, their tradition. Didn’t explain why he was deep asleep though.
She gingerly extricated herself from next to him on the couch and walked over to you “I’m so glad you’re up, I really need to get to mom’s and it’s gonna take forever to get a cab on Christmas Day. Would you mind terribly driving me there? Dad was supposed to take me but he’s out cold, poor thing. He was up long before I was, can’t imagine what was so pressing on Christmas Day though”
“Of course. But my car’s in town, near the airport. I rode here with you guys, remember?”
“Oh, darn. You’re right, how silly of me, I totally forgot” she fidgeted for a moment, absentmindedly “I’ll call mom to come get me. There’s no way I’m getting a cab across town, not today, satan.”
You glanced over to Harry, watching him sleep peacefully as Emily walked off to her room to make the call, most probably, for her mom to come pick her up. You were staring, but how could you not. His shirt had ridden up slightly and you could see he had ink on his navel as well, but you couldn't quite figure out what. His curls were all over the place, a stray ringlet falling across his forehead. It was the first time you allowed yourself to really stare at him, take in his facial features, and damn if he wasn’t breathtaking. His cupid’s bow was mesmerizing, pulling you in, his lips slightly parted and those two front teeth that were so unique to you were showing just the tiniest bit, just begging for you to come closer and closer, and you’d have given anything right then to just give him a soft peck on those pillowy lips. Just a peck, he’d never even have to know. And you were actually contemplating going through with it before Emily emerged from her room and you were snapped out of your reverie.
“Mom was in town grabbing some last minute shopping and said she'd be right over... Ugh, where’s that charger…” she rummaged through her bag. “Can't leave anywhere without it. Your brother really doesn’t like it when I don’t answer his texts right away” she giggled hushedly, heading back into her room to go look for it, but you couldn’t help but wince. She probably saw this as him being preoccupied with her well being, but little did she know this was just a sign of his possessive streak.
You glanced back at Harry who was still sound asleep. You felt bad all of a sudden, you wished you could warn him somehow about just the kind of person your brother was. He deserved to know, and Emily definitely deserved someone much better. What did she ever see in him?
It suddenly dawned on you that you were going to be left alone with Harry, Emily was clearly planning to spend Christmas day with her mother and stepfather. You felt giddy and nervous at the same time, and you also knew you should be heading back as well if you wanted to beat the traffic back home. Surely you couldn’t overstay your welcome, crush or no crush. There was no motive for you to stay for any longer, anyway.
But you owed it to Harry to wait till he woke up at least. After all, you had promised him you’d still be there when he woke up.
“Ok, found it” she then glanced out the window but she didn’t have to, you heard the car pull into the driveway as well as she had “Mom’s here, gotta run. Bye, Y/N! Say hi to your folks for me!”
“Bye!” you whispered back as she passed by you and out into the hallway before you heard the door open and close with a silent click. You felt really awkward just then, Emily had no idea you had no intention of visiting with your parents this Christmas anymore. She probably had no idea why you’d slept there in the first place. You didn’t know what her father had told her but apparently, not much. You contemplated this as you peeked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the ex Mrs. Styles.
You hadn’t expected her to be this gorgeous. With lush, blonde hair and a red lip to match her flawless appearance. She was a vision, and she wasn’t even trying. She’d just stepped out for a bit of last minute shopping, as Emily had put it.
You now felt ridiculous with your mascara and BB cream and little bit of blush on. His ex was fucking gorgeous and she was his ex.
As the car pulled out of the driveway you glanced back at Harry. Harry, that was almost as long as that freaking couch, all man, strained toned arm muscles folded over his chest and chiseled jaw even in his fucking sleep. Yeah, good one, Y/N, to think that he’d ever actually consider you.
You really didn’t mean to, but fuck if that realization didn’t effectively ruin your whole day before it even began. You felt like bolting, but you knew that it would have proven a bit more challenging to pull that trolley out the door without him waking up, and sneaking out the window was overkill at this point.
So you had no choice but to wait for him to wake up. The ending credits were rolling and you switched off the TV. He probably took a mental note of when the re-run was going to be, although he could’ve streamed it on Netflix easily, but tradition was tradition… Your heart ached at how considerate he’d been about it. Fuck him and fuck his perfect ass.
You placed the remote back on the coffee table and your eyes inadvertently went back to his sleeping figure. You just couldn’t take your eyes off his tattooed skin showing. You physically ached to just lift his ridiculously festive sweater ever so slightly so that you could make out what they were.
As your eyes roamed over his body shamelessly, something caught your eye, and you would’ve definitely missed it had you not taken your sweet time to go over every bit of his fine physique just splayed over the couch like that, almost begging you to paint him like one of your french girls.
But something stuck out like a sore thumb next to all that manliness, and it was just the tiniest, itty-bitty piece of white lace that didn’t quite belong with that whole picture.
Wedged right underneath the emerald green couch cushions lay hidden the infamous panties. You were certain they were yours, not that yours were the only lacy bits he could’ve owned, but at this point the coincidence would’ve been ridiculous.
He’d obviously hid them there, thinking it was the one place nobody would ever think to look, underneath the couch cushions, and they probably would’ve never emerged had he not tossed around a bit in his sleep on the couch.
Before you could change your mind about it, you hovered above him for just a moment before hooking your finger through the lace fabric, pulling the panties out from underneath him.
Yeah, two can play this game, Mr. Styles. The ball is officially in your court.
...You then panicked.
Of course you did.
There was no way to undo it now. What do you do, wait for him to wake up and then just cram them back in there??? No, you refused to chicken out of it now. But at the same time, you just couldn’t handle the idea of you being there when he woke up.
You promised you’d be there, but this was an emergency, damn it. You were too anxious, he’d see right through you right away. By any luck, he’d never check to see if the panties were still there, hell, maybe he’d forget all about them indefinitely until someone would find them awkwardly, years down the line.
You needed to get out of there, if only just momentarily. You grabbed a crinkled old receipt from your handbag and a pen and left him a note, informing him that you’d decided to visit your parents after all for Christmas Day. Which was a lie, and you definitely weren’t going to do that, but it was the only valid excuse you could think of. You scribbled down your phone number as well, asking him to call and let you know when you could come pick up your stuff.
You left it on the coffee table then quietly slipped your shoes and coat on and walked out the door, panties in your handbag, before you could overthink it and realize you’d effectively planted a time bomb and ran.
*
Cliché as it were, there was nothing better to do than to hit the malls after you went to collect your car. At least it felt festive. Mariah Carey was blasting from the speakers, and you could feel the excitement everywhere around you. People were buzzing with happiness, ‘twas the season to be jolly and they were there for it.
You just window shopped, since there was no way in hell you could afford to buy yourself anything in an overpriced Christmas market, and thankfully there was nobody else to be doing any shopping for. You still had to figure out a way to transfer the last instalment to your father, so that the car would be finally paid for, and the loan effectively done with.
You still couldn’t believe they hadn’t called to see what had happened, why you hadn’t made it home for Chrstmas.
Guess they really didn’t give a damn.
At least you were on the same page.
Crowds were tiring.
You were constantly checking your phone to see whether Harry had tried contacting you. He was supposed to call or text to let you know when it’d be ok to go get your trolley. The fact that it was nearing 7 pm and there had been no word from him yet was starting to get a bit nerve wracking.
Because you began going over all the different possible scenarios in your head, but the more you thought about it the less you could imagine what reaction he would possibly have upon discovering the panties were gone. If he’d even checked. Which he probably didn’t. But what if he did? So on, so forth.
Finally, on the 342894324230th time you checked your phone there was an unread text, and you anxiously opened it <<How’s visiting with your parents going? H.>>
You bit your lower lip, seeing his text for some reason after all that anticipation building up was giving you a rush <<the usual. i’m ready to go home though, was waiting for you to contact me so that i would finally be heading on my way back>>
<<Oh. Sorry, I’d meant to text you much earlier but I figured you’d want to spend unperturbed time with your family.>>
<<that’s not something i’d ever want lol but thanks for the thought>>
<<Give me the address so that I can come pick you up.>>
<<that won’t be necessary, i went to get my car first. I’ll be there shortly>>
<<Ok, drive safe.>>
You inhaled sharply. Ok. He seemed normal… Probably has no idea you stole the panties back. No need to get worked up. You’d probably just pull into the driveway, he'd carry your trolley to your car, ever the gentleman, and that would be the end of it.
So why were you shaking in anticipation while driving back to his place? Man, you were a nervous mess. If he didn’t suspect anything already he surely would after seeing you like that. You tried collecting yourself, but your mind just kept jumping from one possible scenario to the other and they were all equally nerve wracking.
When you finally pulled into the driveway, you were surprised that the house looked very… quiet. You were expecting to be able to see the Christmas tree lights from the outside, or even any lights, but the house looked vacant for some reason.
You almost texted him asking if he was home, but then you decided against it. There was probably just no point in having the Christmas lights on when Emily wasn’t even there.
You made it to his front door somehow, and rang his bell. You could hear footsteps on the other side, and then agonizingly slowly, Harry opened the door for you. You smiled nervously at him and he gave you a lopsided smile that almost looked like a smirk before he stepped aside, gesturing for you to come in. Your brows furrowed noticing it was pitch dark inside, and before your eyes could adjust you heard the door kicked shut behind you.
Before you could make a lame remark about not having paid his energy bill you heard a low voice from behind you “I believe you have something of mine.”
Chapter 5
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Summary: Once night comes and Darcy falls asleep, y/n is finally able to sneak into Harry's room for a round 2
Warning: smut!!, oral (m & f recieving), penetration, face slapping, pussy spanking, spitting, dirty talk including degradation and a breeding kink.
Word count: 7.3k+
Author’s note: Enjoy Part two of DILFRRY to the maxxx. He's a little less mean in this one but still mean so be prepared. Just a little warning that this isn’t edited very well. Happy Reading lovers xx
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The rest of the day went painfully slow. After getting back to Darcy, well… more like hobbling back to Darcy, you were able to convince her that today was a tanning day instead of a swimming day. Usually, the two of you would tan until you were overheated then cool off in the pool and repeat the whole tanning until overheated process before getting in the pool again.
You two would happily do that same process all day, especially when Harry was bringing out drinks and snacks so you two wouldn’t have to lift a finger. Today though, you couldn’t exactly get in the pool when Harry’s cum was oozing out of you the entire time.
You had to make multiple bathroom breaks just to wipe it off your inner thighs before Darcy saw. She knew what cum was from a mile away and if she ever saw even a tiny bit on your thighs she’d know immediately. Between that and the fact that you couldn’t exactly let Darcy swim in the same pool as her dad’s sperm, you resulted to convincing her that you’d just swim tomorrow and that today wasn’t hot enough for it.
That was partly true. Being the first swimmable day of the Summer meant that there was still a bit of a cool breeze, and you knew the pool would be absolutely freezing. It was heated, and Darcy could ask Harry to heat it up immediately, but even then, it wouldn’t be ready for hours.
Luckily, she didn’t seem to have much interest in swimming today. After her nearly three hour-long nap, she woke up as chatty as ever and updated you on all her uni and situationship drama, then decided she wanted an acai bowl and that you both had to go immediately. She barely let you put your cover up on again before she was in her car and ready to drive off.
That car ride was the most anxiety inducing thing you had ever experienced. You could just feel Harry’s cum dripping out of you the entire time and you were praying that none of it would get on her car seat. That is the last thing you needed because if she saw even a drop, she’d be hitting you and prying you of all the information in your head.
You were chronically single aside from a few shitty hookups here and there, so the fact that you had gotten a recent cream pie on a Saturday afternoon would’ve made her crash the car and there was no way you’d be able to lie yourself out of it.
Darcy never manipulated you into anything, but she could read you like the back of her own hand and she’d just know that something was up. She’d would also murder you for not telling her about said cream pie the second it happened. It was just an all-around bad situation that you wanted to avoid.
When you got back you felt sticky everywhere. You were sweaty and your thighs were full of Harry’s cum, and you were craving a shower more than anything.
Harry had prepared dinner by the time you got back and encouraged you both to shower and get changed into something more comfortable. After changing and showering thoroughly you all ate some dinner then sat down for a movie. You and Darcy hadn’t organised to go out tonight, so a classic movie night seemed to be the plan.
The entire time you couldn’t help but look over at Harry. You were barely concentrating on the movie, whatever it was, and were too busy daydreaming about what he was going to do to you when you snuck into his room later tonight.
It had never happened like this before, where you’d fuck twice in one day. Well, it had, but that was more of a multiple rounds situation when you stayed over a couple times when Darcy was out of the house than two very separate hookups. This, thewaiting and unknown, was pure torture. All you could think about was him fucking your mouth like he alluded to.
You wanted it in any way, every way, all the ways. You hoped it would be more than him using your mouth as punishment for not seeing him for so long, especially since you didn’t do it on purpose. But Harry was Harry, and he took what he wanted and that was it. if he wanted a quick release in your mouth, he’d do just that and no more.
Most of the time though, he never just wanted a quick release. He liked to make bruises on your skin and the fucker loved when he fucked you so good you cried. That couldn’t be achieved by giving a blowjob.
You were also still so goddamn horny you could cry. One orgasm was never enough around him. You needed two, three, God sometimes you just wanted him to give you so many you begged him to stop.
Tonight felt like one of those nights, where you just needed him for hours on end in any way. It couldn’t happen like that because Darcy was home, but you wished you had the entire night to do whatever you wanted with him.
You had really missed him the last few weeks, to be honest. He was such a sweet guy and he always made sure you were taken care of emotionally and physically. His aftercare was your favourite part of the experience because he made sure you got exactly what you needed in that moment.
Sometimes you needed nothing and were good to go, like today in the bathroom where a quick rough fuck was exactly what you needed and there wasn’t much mentally involved, then other times you needed to calm down and just be in his presence. He was amazing like that.
Mostly though, you missed his cock.
Harry could feel your eyes on him the entire movie, and it took everything in him not to suggest that you two would make popcorn or drinks so he could bring you into the kitchen and kiss you silly. He wanted to mark you and make you cum in his mouth.
But you didn’t deserve that and the way he ignored you throughout the entire movie was part of that.
Usually, he’d sneak little glances your way as well, send a wink or smirk. Or sometimes if he was close enough, he’d even put his hand on your thigh or rub your shoulder. Harry would do anything that showed you that he was thinking about you.
Today, though, he was doing the complete opposite and it was fucking with your mind. Was he really that upset that you hadn’t seen him for a while that he’d completely ignore you?
The thought of that irked you, because you hated when he wasn’t pleased with you. Being the more submissive partner in all your relationships came naturally to you, and with Harry that seemed to be enhanced even more. His degradations had sometimes put you into a sub-space you didn’t even know existed, though most of the time (like today) it just turned you on and made you come quicker.
Because of that, the movie was absolute torture. You were horny and confused and upset all at once. You knew you had fucked up and that you deserved this, but after being without him for so long it just hurt more than usual.
You were dying to get him alone. You were practically counting down the minutes of the second movie so you could say that you were tired and try and get Darcy into bed as soon as possible. After a few wines Darcy usually knocked out cold, especially after a movie so you were hoping that the moment you both got in bed she’d be snoring.
Unfortunately, when the movie ended, and you all headed to bed she was as chatty as anything. Even though it was late in the evening, her nap had given her so much energy she was straight into talking to you about any random topic that popped up in her head.
The entire time you were barely listening. Harry’s cum was still coming out of you and with every little shift of your legs your clit was aching for attention.
You were fantasising about her father’s cock and there was nothing you could do about it.
“Are you even listening to me?” She asked, throwing an M&M right at your face. You flinched and grabbed the chocolate from where it landed beside you on the bed, casually popping it in your mouth while looking at her.
“Yes I’m listening”
“Okay, what was I talking about?” She rose a brow and crossed her arms. Darcy’s looks were like her mum and Harry had been morphed perfectly into another human.
Her mannerisms were all Harry; the way she rose her brow, that cute smile he did where his tongue pressed to the side of his mouth, that scrunch between his eyes when he concentrated on something. She had the mouth and brown curly hair to go along with it, but her face was softer and her eyes like sirens just like her mum. Her siren eyes were a key ploy she used to seduce men and manipulate them.
“Okay… I have no idea” you admitted, flinching again when she hit your arm. You were just too distracted to even think about anything except Harry.
“Rude!” she gasped.
“I’m sorry I’m just tired. Some of us didn’t have a three-hour nap today” you defended.
“Hmph, fine” she glared, “Anyway, so you remember how I was telling you about…”
The conversation lasted another hour. You kept checking the time to see how long you had kept Harry waiting for you and the later it got the more worried you became. Worried and frustrated because he could’ve fallen asleep already or been pissed that you kept him so long.
After 45 minutes you started acting like you were falling asleep. Fluttering your eyes closed, getting comfortable under the duvet, starting to reply in hums instead of actual words. You were fully awake the whole time because of how worked up you were, but it didn’t seem that way to Darcy.
She let out a big yawn herself then tucked herself under the duvet with you. “I’ll finish the story tomorrow, you’re clearly tired from all your exam stress” she hummed, patting your face gently. You didn’t open your eyes to look at her and just buried your face deeper into the pillow, humming a sound of acknowledgement instead.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed lying there with your eyes closed but mind fully awake, but when you heard her breathing deepen and no more rustling of her body you were sure she was asleep. After opening your eyes and observing her for a bit, even whispering her name just in case she was still a little bit awake, you quickly and softly got out of bed and left the room, closing her door behind you.
Your heart was thumping loudly on the way to Harry’s room, like it did every time you snuck into it. When you got there, you knocked gently and awaited his reply.
“Come in” his voice was soft but demanding. You quickly slipped in and closed the door behind you, starting off by apologising.
“I’m sorry for keeping you so long, Darcy wouldn’t go to-“
“Take your clothes off y/n” he interrupted curtly, getting up from his spot on the bed. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and seemed to be freshly showered by the slight dampness of his hair.
You started pulling your clothes off quickly, dropping them to the floor without care. There wasn’t much to take off to be honest, just a short pair of pyjama shorts and an oversized t shirt with nothing underneath.
“Are you mad? It wasn’t my fault, I’m s-” you started to question him again, eyes locked on his as he stalked towards you. His jaw ticked at the sound of your voice and his hand darted out to grab your neck as soon as he was in reach. A gasp left you and your eyes widened, your thighs tensing just at the feeling of his hand there.
It had only been hours since you last had him, yet it felt like an eternity. With all the teasing and waiting all fucking day you were desperate for anything. Just the single touch of his hand at your neck burned your skin with need.
“Did I say you could speak?” he spat, brow raised, and jaw tensed like he was pissed off at you.
“N-no”
“Then shut up and lie on the bed, head hanging off the edge” he let go of you with a little nudge in the direction of the bed.
You scrambled to get in position and kept your mouth shut as you laid down on the bed as instructed. Your head hung off the bed with your loose hair cascading down while your hands nervously fidgeted with themselves.
“Spread your legs”
Harry slipped his boxers off so they joined the pile of your clothes on the floor then walked over to you while giving his cock some purposeful tugs. He was already pretty hard just from the sight of your pretty naked body on the bed waiting for him, but he needed to be as hard as possible to fuck your mouth properly.
Letting your thighs fall open on the bed, your eyes fluttered closed as goosebumps grew all over your body. Just the feeling of his stare on your naked skin had you reeling, and you just wanted to get this part over and done with so he would touch you again.
“You know why I’m doing this, don’t you sweetheart?” he asked, standing right in front of you so he could slide his cock into your mouth at any moment.
“I waited too long to see you” you breathed, sensing the closeness of his body from the shadow that cast itself over your closed eyes.
“So you’re not totally dumb, that’s surprising” he snorted, chuckling dryly and running his hand down the centre of your body before removing it completely. “You left me waiting for weeks. Text after text and call after call and what do I get? Nothing. How’s that fair, huh?” he cocked his head and smirked at the way your body tingled. “Open your fucking mouth.”
“I was… I was busy” you whimpered, opening your mouth wide and tensing in preparation for what he was about to do to you.
“Busy” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t speak another word and keep your mouth open”
Harry bent over and collected saliva in his mouth before spitting it right onto your tongue. You whimpered into the air and reached blindly behind you, your hands landing right on Harry’s knees. Your tongue stuck out further subconsciously, trying not to swallow the saliva that was sliding down the back of your throat.
“You love when I do that, don’t you? Just a whore for anything I give you, isn’t that right?”
You nodded blindly, scratching gently at his skin. Harry gave you a little slap on the cheek before he guided the head of his cock to your mouth, rubbing his tip against the saliva on your tongue then pushing forward until your nose was pressed to his balls. The movement was one swift one and it had you gasping around his cock at the sudden intrusion, your hands moving to the back of his thighs for a better hold.
“Fuckkk, forgot how fucking good your throat was” he groaned, unable to hold back as he started squeezing your breasts and thrusting back and forth in shallow gentle thrusts. He was testing the water at first, even though he knew what your limit was. “So much prettier when your mouth is stuffed, and you can’t say a thing”
He pinched your nipples between his fingers, moaning at how your throat vibrated around him when you whimpered in pain, your chest arching into his touch. It didn’t take long for him to fuck your mouth harder, pulling out every couple of thrusts to give you a breather before he went straight back in.
“Can’t believe you kept me from this fucking pussy so long. It’s mine you know that, and yet it’s been weeks. How is that fair?” he reached forward and firmly grabbed your pussy, his palm at your mound and his fingers pressed right against your entrance. Your back arched off the bed and your fingers dug into the back of his thighs as you tried to relax your throat so you wouldn’t throw up on his cock.
“Is it because you’ve been whoring around? Is that it? Been letting other boys use the hole that’s mine?” he quickly drew his hand back and spanked you right over your clit before pressing his hand against your pussy to soothe the burn.
It was hard enough to hurt but not enough for a super loud sound to echo around the room, since you two had to be quiet with Darcy in the house. You cried out around his cock and your legs slammed closed in reflex around his hand, thankful that it was buried in your throat so you wouldn’t be too loud.
Harry pulled out to give you a second to breathe, your chest heaving as you panted for air. “You know that’s not true, haven’t-” he cut you off by pressing his thumb on your chin to widen your mouth before sliding his cock back into your mouth until your nose was pressed to the front of his balls.
“Ah, none of that” he tutted, pushing your knees apart on the bed. He clearly didn’t want a response to his questions, but you wanted to give one anyway. He grabbed onto your upper thighs and used them as leverage to start fucking your mouth better, getting in a good rhythm that had you gagging and whimpering around his length.
Harry’s cock was larger and wider than anything you had taken before. By now you were accustomed to it, especially in your mouth but it was still a struggle to take it unless you were 100% relaxed and pliable to whatever he wanted to do you.
It was hard to be like that when his length was triggering your gag reflex and making it impossible for you to breathe.
For that reason alone, Harry rarely fucked your mouth unless it was for punishment. Sometimes you craved it, the hurt and pain it caused, but most of the time when you sucked his cock you liked to do it in a way that wasn’t painful for you yet still pleasurable for him.
You liked when it was sloppy and wet and when you got your hands involved too. Harry never came so fast as when you had your mouth around his tip, one hand on his length and the other fondling his balls just right.
But he didn’t plan on coming in your mouth tonight. This was purely to teach you a lesson.
“God, your throat is so fucking good sweetheart. Maybe I should just fuck this from now on instead of your cunt” his palm landed hard on your pussy again just to prove a point, his hand pressing against it to soothe it just like he did the last few times. You cried out against his cock, tears leaking down your face.
At this point your saliva was dripping down the sides of your face and nearly into your eyes. You were gagging and whimpering around his cock and your head was spinning from all the blood flow and lack of oxygen. It was an entire body experience.
“If only you were good enough to deserve my cum in your mouth, y/n. But you know your pussy is where it belongs, don’t you? Little sluts don’t get pregnant by giving blowjobs, do they?” he mocked, pulling out quickly and without warning just like he first entered you. The sudden switch in his actions combined with his words had your head spinning and you could barely keep up with it.
You were quick to wipe the saliva around your mouth and face off with the back of your hands, body slumping against the bed as you panted and tried to make up for the lack of oxygen you just had. You didn’t even want to open your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down, your throat aching when you swallowed the saliva in your mouth.
“Now get on my face before I change my mind” he spanked your pussy again, your legs jerking and drawing up to your chest instantly as you bit down hard on your lip so you wouldn’t be too loud.
The pain was dizzying in the best way, and it felt like there was a heartbeat between your legs. Your pussy felt hot and swollen and your clit was pulsing like it was on fire. Arousal had started to coat your labia and you were honestly surprised Harry hadn’t mentioned it when he spanked you that last time.
“C’mon, y/n. We don’t have all night so if you want to cum, I’d get your ass up” Harry situated himself on the bed with his head up on the pillows on the opposite end of where yours was still hanging up. His words had you moving faster, still panting as you got up and shuffled towards him. “Right here” he tapped his mouth and reached out to grab the back of your thighs, guiding you so you were hovered over his head.
You avoided his eye contact completely and tipped your head back, looking up at the ceiling. Sitting like this right over his face wasn’t a new experience for the two of you, but it was definitely one you weren’t totally comfortable in. With how red and sensitive you felt, you didn’t even want to know how it looked to him.
Yet it still didn’t surprise you when he let out a moan of appreciation just looking up at you.
“Hmph, fucking love when it hurts don’t you angel?” he chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he stared up at your swollen pussy. He reached up and gently ran his thumb over your labia, so gentle he didn’t even slip between them. A shiver ran through your body at how good it felt to have a touch so gentle over skin so sensitive and raw. “So fucking swollen and red, yet you’re still dripping. Why is that?”
You weren’t sure if he even wanted an answer, especially when he followed up his question by digging his fingers into your ass and pulling you down, so you were right on his tongue. Your head lulled back, and you had to hold back a moan as his mouth found your clit easily, his tongue flicking over it so deliciously your entire body was screaming out in pleasure.
His mouth worked expertly on your clit, giving it open mouthed kisses and heavy pets with his tongue. He worked diligently to provide you with pleasure and with how sensitive your clit was from his spanking, you were already on the edge of release and it had barely been five minutes.
When his next comment came, you frankly had no idea what he was talking about. You could barely remember your own name let alone the rhetorical (at least you thought it was) question he asked earlier.
“Answer me” he demanded, spanking your ass and making a pitiful whine leave your lips. Your hands grabbed onto the top of the headboard, trying to get rid of the built-up energy you had inside your body.
“Huh?” you moaned, your hips grinding down to try and catch his mouth again. He spanked you again to basically tell you no, which had your hips ceasing above his mouth. Having him stop pleasuring you when you were so close to coming killed you, and it took everything in you not to take over some control and push your pussy back onto his mouth.
You knew he’d hate that though, and there was no way you were going to cum tonight if you even dared take some of the control he thrived off when he was with you. That was a key part of this entire thing for Harry. As well as the roughness and kinkiness of your sex, it was the control he had over it that did it for him.
Harry felt like he had little control in his life. He couldn’t control his wife cheating on him or leaving him even when he gave up his soul to try and make his marriage work. He couldn’t control his daughter who always seemed to be teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown or maxing out his credit card.
He couldn’t control his rage, or his hurt, or his trust issues. What he could control though, was you, this, the time he spent between your legs or over your body. He could tell you what to do and he could do what he wanted. He had the upper hand whenever you two were alone in the room.
And the best part about it was that you wanted it too. It wasn’t forced (something Harry would never in a million years even consider doing), nor was it something you did because you pitied his situation. You gave Harry the control because you wanted him to have it.
“Why is your pussy wet after I’ve spanked it raw, hmm? Last time I checked good little angels don’t get wet when they’re punished like this”
Harry pushed your hips forward and tilted them down towards his mouth so his hand could slide between your bodies and slip two fingers into you with ease. With a few more adjustments he was able to start moving them with a free range of movement, your clit hovered right over his mouth.
You couldn’t help but breathe out a whine at his fingers entering you, hooking towards your belly to find that spongey spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Spanking you seemed to ignite every nerve in your vagina because every touch Harry did felt heavy and full of pleasure, pushing you closer and closer to your building orgasm.
If he hadn’t paused his actions to talk, you knew you would’ve already come by now.
“Because ‘m not good” you admitted, remembering his words from earlier in the day while your head lulled back in pleasure from his fingers stimulating his g-spot. “m’ just a slut for you Harry, everything you do makes me wet” the admission came easier than you’d like to admit, but it was the truth right down to calling yourself a slut. You were a slut for Harry and Harry only and you had little shame in admitting that he could fuck you anywhere or ask you to do anything and you’d let him.
“That’s fucking right” he smirked, craning his neck up so he could suck right on your clit before letting it go with a pop. “You’re my slut, my little whore and no-one else’s”
“Uhuh” you agreed, biting down on your lip to try and hide your sounds as your hips rocked against his fingers trying to chase your own orgasm. His tongue flicked onto your clit while he stroked your g-spot quickly; so quickly you could feel this build-up of pressure deep inside your belly. It was different to an orgasm and a feeling you knew quite well.
Everything Harry did was with purpose. His fingers were stroking inside of you like it was their job and his tongue was lapping at your clit like it was his favourite meal. He just kept going and going until that pressure inside of you was about to burst. Harry could feel it too and a happy smirk erupted on his mouth at the knowledge that he was about to make you squirt.
It only happened when you were really turned on, sensitive or relaxed, so not usually when Darcy was in the house. But Harry’s spanking must’ve worked wonders because he could feel the way your pussy was contracting and how your thighs were shaking. Your body did these things when you came as well, but he could tell by your breathing what was about to come, and he was fully prepared for it.
“Harry… I think ‘m gonna squirt” you warned, eyes screwed shut and toes curling at the immense pressure in your belly.
“Let’s fucking go baby, give it to me. Give me your fucking squirt” he coaxed, sticking his tongue wide out in preparation for when you finally exploded. He connected his thumb to your clit instead of his tongue so his mouth could stay open to catch everything you were going to give him.
Your breathing became heavier, each sound turning into whimpers until your chest was heaving and your thighs were shaking. When you finally let go it was like an explosion, little spurts after spurs of cum spraying out of you and onto Harry’s face and pillows without any control. Your hand slammed over your mouth to hide how loud your cries had turned.
They only got louder as Harry sped up his thrusts and strumming on your clit like he was trying to milk you of everything you had to give him. He smiled with a wide mouth, giddy like this was his favourite thing in the entire world.
Harry made sure to catch as much of it as he could, swallowing between each spray so he’d have enough space to collect the next round.
When he was sure you were completely empty and when your cries of pleasure turned into soft mewls of overstimulation he slowed down to a complete stop and guided you down onto the bed. He hovered over you for a moment, finding sick satisfaction in how breathless you were and at the goosebumps covering your entire body.
“You good?” he asked, checking in quickly. You nodded and breathed out a quick ‘yes’ while eyeing his lips, wondering when he’d finally kiss you and give you what you wanted. He smirked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, shaking his head before grabbing your face with one hand. “Still haven’t earnt that one just yet, baby. But if you want it, I suggest you get your face in the pillows and your ass in the air”
Despite how sensitive you were, that demand was all it took for you to drag your tired body into position on your knees, pressing the side of your face into the duvet. Harry didn’t waste any time and came to kneel behind you, one hand on your hip while the other guided his cock to your entrance.
As soon as he was in position he slid straight into you in one go, your mouth dropping open in a cry at how brutal he was. This time he had prepped you a little which was more than he did earlier today, but between the first round in the bathroom and the fact that you just squirted all over his face, your pussy was as sensitive as ever.
You just couldn’t keep the noise down. Even when you wanted to and even when you squeezed the duvet in your hands to relieve the pressure, you just couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and whimpering. Harry was a lot better at keeping quiet than you, and when he wasn’t spewing degradations at you, all you could hear was deep breaths and a groan here and there.
Harry was very vocal in bed, and it was times like these that you wished Darcy wasn’t around so he could be vocal. Having him behind you and keeping his sounds at bay was killing you.
“God, even after today you still can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?” he groaned, turning your head and pressing your face down into the duvet. You were usually quite good at being quiet, but tonight everything he did just made you louder and louder. Part of him was quite proud of himself for getting you so worked up, while the other was concerned and needed you to shut up so Darcy wouldn’t hear.
Harry never had romantic company over, so if Darcy heard noises and noticed her best friend missing, she’d connect the dots very quickly.
“’M sorry” you whimpered against the bed, your words barely coherent as you tried so hard not to scream at how good Harry’s cock felt pummelling into you. The angle of him fucking you from behind like this was like nothing else.
Everything about it just made your entire body spin. His hands on your hips, his thighs bumping up against yours, his balls slapping against your clit. He could pull at your hair or shove your face into the duvet, and when he came it felt deeper than ever before.
There was a reason Harry wanted to fuck you from behind and it wasn’t just because he didn’t see your face. At his angle he saw the perfect dimples at the bottom of your spine and the way your body dipped in at the waist. He could see your pretty ass hole which he had the pleasure of fucking one or two times before, and had the perfect view of the way your ass swallowed his cunt.
Mostly though, he liked when he bent over you and was able to keep his thrusts hard while whispering filthy words in your ear. He loved the feeling of his chest against yours and the way he could prop up one knee on the bed to fuck you really hard.
You were lucky to have your face deep in the duvet because the way Harry was fucking you was downright cruel. He thrust into you mercilessly and his fingers dug so deep into your hip and the back of your neck you just knew you’d have bruises there tomorrow. He made no move to touch your clit or slow down to give you a break because he truly did not care now that he made you come already.
Harry had a rule that you had to come first, always. No matter the scene or the situation, you always came first. After that every orgasm was a bonus. Some nights his sole intention was just to make you cum, but on nights like this where it was rushed and a quick means to an end once you came, he was chasing his orgasm and that was it.
If you came a second time he just had one more thing to tease you about, especially since he wasn’t touching your clit and didn’t give you permission to.
“You’re not fucking sorry, don’t lie” he laughed, pinching he sides of your neck to block the blood flow and make that woozy feeling creep into your brain again. “Just like today, you want Darcy to find out. You want her to hear how I fuck my cum into you. You want her to hear the moment I get you pregnant and fill you to the fucking brim”
It was sick how he mentioned Darcy when he was deep inside of you. It was wrong on every level yet the mention of getting pregnant and her finding out about it just itched your brain in the right way and it only turned you on further.
You could’ve cried and screamed and came all at the same time just from his words. The truth was, you couldn’t think of anything sexier than walking around with his baby in you. Knowing his sperm was the one to get you pregnant made the whole idea of pregnancy so much more appealing you were half considering throwing out your birth control.
You never would. But in that moment, you’d have given it right over to Harry if he asked you for it.
“Please… please” you were begging again. Begging for his cum, for his body pressed to yours, for anything that meant that you two would be together just a bit longer.
With every thrust your knees were spreading wider and wider along the bed, your hips getting flatter to the bed until they were touching the soft cover of the duvet. Harry made no effort to rectify your position, because the further your knees got the tighter your cunt became and the angle of his cock with it.
It was like your pussy was squeezing him tighter each time your legs spread, and he could feel the burning in his core from his orgasm approaching faster and faster. You were so fucking wet he could barely handle it and the thought of watching his cum ooze out of you for the second time today was driving him so wild he could barely breathe.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for one and take it? You gonna take my cum and let it fill you to the brim?” he grunted in your ear. His hand left your hip to press against the duvet beside your head for balance, giving him even more leverage to drive his hips against yours.
“Yes… yes, yes, please. Oh fuck-please” you rambled; your face tilted from the duvet just enough for you to beg without being too loud.
“Gonna fucking love watching your belly get bigger with my baby. Seeing your tits get fuller and your ass get fatter. Gonna have so much to hold onto when you’re riding me and got your big belly in the way.”
“Won’t be able to fuck you like this when that happens will I? Gotta make the most of it while I can”
The words tumbling out of his mouth were utter filth and it was making you delirious with need.
“Kiss me, please Harry” you begged, turning your head to the side and reaching back to wound your fingers in his curls. He did so without hesitance, knowing that you deserved to be kissed, especially after taking his cock so well in your pussy and mouth.
His hand came to wrap around the front of your neck, pulling your head back so your back was arched and joining your mouths in a bruising kiss that had you both moaning in pleasure. Kissing was one of your favourite things to do with Harry, especially when it was like this.
When your bodies were pressed together, and you were in the privacy of his room with no one to disturb you. When his cock was deep inside you, and you were already far beyong satisfied with the evening so far. Everything just felt so perfect and a kiss like that just sealed the deal.
Through Harry’s brutal thrusts and the aches in your hips from being spread so far open, you barely realised you were coming until the wave had rushed over you and you were crying into Harry’s mouth. You pulled his head closer to yours so your moans tumbled into his mouth, not wanting to scream and wake Darcy up.
Harry came soon after, three big finishing thrusts until he stilled into you and dropped your bodies to the bed. His chest pressed your body to the bed and his forehead dropped to your neck while ribbons of cum shot into your pussy and coated your walls. You could feel the heat as it filled you to the brim and dripped out onto your thighs, but mostly you could feel Harry’s large hot chest pressed to your back.
It gave the ultimate comfort being completely engulfed like that.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pressing a comforting kiss to your neck as he tried not to let a lot of his bodyweight completely fall on you. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.
Harry had an on/off switch when it came to the bedroom. When you were playing, he was mean, cruel even, a true dominant. But the second it was over he went back to his usual kind and sweet self. He doted on you and made sure you were okay and hated when he didn’t get a proper chance to take care of you.
It was a complete 180 from a man who called you a whore and didn’t try to make you cum after your first orgasm. You wouldn’t hold that over his head though because he only aimed for one when he was truly pissed off at you.
“’m good… just need a minute”
When he tried to move after a little while of you two just lying there panting, your hand reached back and grabbed his hips, silently urging him to just stay a moment longer.
“You’ve got to get back to Darcy before she realises you’re gone” Harry whispered, frowning at how you wanted him to stay pressed to you longer. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, because fuck, did he want to. It was just that you two didn’t have a lot of time and you had already spent too long together.
“I know. Fuck, you better get off then” you sighed reluctantly, already hating the idea of going back to sleep with Darcy instead of Harry.
“I’m sorry it has to be like this. I’d love you in here all night” he sighed right back, gently slipping out of you and getting off the bed. You resisted a moan of pain as you clenched your muscles to try and keep his cum in while getting off his bed.
“It’s fine” you replied dismissively, wincing as you walked to his ensuite to use his toilet. You closed the door and did your business, sitting there to try and get most of his cum out before you got dressed again.
“It’s not ‘fine’. You know I hate it when I have to kick you out like this” he spoke through the door.
“It’s fine Harry, seriously. I knew what I signed up for” you replied, washing your hands.
“You didn’t sign up for shitty aftercare. This isn’t right”
Sometimes you hated how sweet he was. This situation was fucked from all angles and when he put himself down like that it only made it worse.
You flung open the bathroom door and looked at him with furrowed brows, hating the sad expression in his eyes. “Don’t you ever call your aftercare shitty, you hear me?” you took a step closer and cupped his face in both hands. “You always take care of me and give me what I need. What I needed today was quick because that’s all we had time for. Understand?”
He looked between your eyes and nodded, one hand coming to gently grab your bare waist while the other tucked a sweaty piece of hair behind your ear. “You know I wasn’t actually mad at you, right? I knew you had exams and shit, you told me and Darcy told me all about it. Just missed you”
He told you that he missed you earlier today and you thought nothing about it. Hearing it a second time in the same day though made your mind and heart race.
“I know, just like you don’t actually want to get me pregnant” you joked, tapping his lips with your thumb. He chuckled and smiled softly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Right, yeah. Wouldn’t want that, would we?” he breathed. You pretended not to notice the sudden change in the air and let go of his face, taking a step back between your still naked bodies.
“I should get back to Darcy” you walked past him to your clothes, feeling his cum drip down onto your thighs. God, you really shouldn’t have let him cum in you. You fucking loved it but sleeping with it in Darcy’s bed was a nightmare.
“Right. I’m gonna head to the shower. So… goodnight?” he asked sheepishly, suddenly feeling a bit awkward around you. You internally cringed at his reply and pulled your t shirt on, thankful to have all your clothes back on.
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