A Good Boy | The Video
stepmom!reader x stepson!harry
Summary: Back at home after Greece Y/n and Leo have a serious talk about Parker and things seem to go well. But then something unexpected comes up that could blow Harry and Y/n's cover.
Word Count: 3.9k
Warning: 18+ only, smut, flufffffffff, tiny bit of angst
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Y/n was glad she had the excuse of Parker for why she wasn’t going to be getting into bed with Leo anymore. She was glad to have some time before she and Harry finally had to tell him everything. She didn’t want to deal with the fallout. She would but that wasn’t something she was looking forward to.
The plan was Harry would graduate first and then they’d tell Leo. Harry just had to finish out his current semester and then one more after. That was it. They were so close.
“Let’s talk about what we should do,” Leo said as Y/n unpacked her things. She had her suitcase opened on the bench at the foot of her bed as she looked up at her husband.
“Sure. Do you want to do it now?”
Leo stepped into her room and ran a hand through his hair, a lot like the way Harry did it. That was one thing, Harry did have a lot of small habits that reminded her of Leo. Not that that was a bad thing, but it was something. Always a reminder of what she was doing.
Leo sat at the edge of her bed and looked down at his hands, “Like I said. I’m sorry this happened. I don’t even know how it happened. It started off just like anything else. Meaningless. Just the usual, you know?” He looked at her with his brows raised.
“Yeah. Of course. I get it.”
“And I know this isn’t fair to you so whatever you want, you’ll get it. Just tell me what you want that will make you happy. What are your terms?” Y/n tossed her mesh travel laundry bag onto the floor and then sat down next to Leo, taking his hand in hers, “Well, you already know there’s no more sex. If you’re really serious about Parker then I don’t want to get in the way. Maybe I’ll go out more so you can bring her here if you want. I just… I’m not mad. I hope you know that.”
He nodded, “I’m actually really surprised you’re not more upset. I feel so awful. I do feel deeply for you, still, Y/n. You’re so special to me. You always have been. It’s why I wanted you as my wife.”
“I know, Leo. We had some times. I think we might consider divorce down the road. When you feel it’s good timing for you. How do you feel about that?”
Leo sighed and shook his head, “I did not want to have this happen but I understand it’s what’s fair. And I’ll make sure you’re taken care of too, okay? Whatever you need or want.”
They finished the conversation on a positive note. It felt good to get some of the things out of the way. Of course, the biggest thing was that she was fucking his son and had fallen in love and everything that she might want, she was sure she could kiss goodbye once Leo learned of their affair. But none of that really mattered. Y/n just wanted to be with Harry. Despite any consequences.
I’m coming over.
Y/n texted Harry as she packed an overnight bag. Leo wanted to have Parker over, which he wound up telling her at the end of their conversation. She didn’t want to stick around for that awkward encounter and anyway, preferred being with Harry even if it was in his small bed in his dorm room.
Harry had a quick wank (because that was necessary in case they had sex, which he was sure they would, so he wouldn’t come too fast with her like he tended to) and then waited nervously for her to arrive. He knew that she and his dad had a serious conversation and while he was sure it had nothing to do with himself, he still wondered what it entailed. But even more than that he just wanted her to himself.
Greece had been amazing. The vacation had turned out very differently than Harry imagined when they first arrived. It ended with Y/n finally telling him her true feelings and them promising to be together. But as nice as the vacation had turned, things were still difficult for the pair when it came to being alone together with Leo around. And now he’d finally have her to himself. No worries about anyone walking in on them or overhearing them (or if someone did overhear them it wouldn’t be his dad and so it didn’t matter).
She arrived with her bag and a big smile.
Harry scooped her into his arms and pressed his face into her neck, “Can you just stay with me from now on?”
Y/n laughed and patted Harry’s back as she dropped her bag onto the floor, “Maybe. I’ll be here with you a lot more. But we still have to keep everything quiet until we tell Leo.”
She told him about her conversation with Leo. How well it went, “And Parker’s going over there tonight so… I don’t think Leo’s going to be thinking much about me.”
Harry grabbed her hips softly and pinned his eyes to hers as he shook his head, “I can’t imagine how he could let you go like that. I feel lucky that I get to have you but I’m just shocked.”
Harry followed her closely, pawing at her and touching her as she changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, “You act like we haven’t seen one another in weeks!” She laughed.
He sat on his bed and pulled her arm, stuffing his nose and cheeks into her stomach, “Just felt nervous when you went home with him. Still feels like anything could happen and then that’s it. You’ll change your mind and realize you’re nuts for doing this.”
Y/n paused and fit her fingers into his hair and scraped his scalp, “Harry,” she let her nails travel down his neck and to his shoulder blades, “Look at me.”
He craned his neck back and looked up at her with his arms still around her.
“I love you. Do you believe me when I tell you that?”
He nodded and then shoved his face back into her stomach causing her to laugh, “Hey,” She took a hand out of his hair and brought it down to his chin to push his face upward so he could look at her, “I’m not going anywhere. I need you to believe me and trust me okay? Are you having second thoughts about this?”
Harry blinked his eyes and pulled her down to the bed with him, both lying together on their sides. He cupped her face and pressed his mouth to hers before backing away, “No. Of course not.”
Smiling she held onto his forearms, “Okay. Then that clears it all up. We’re both doing this. We’re crazy about each other and we’re crazy for doing this but it’s not gonna stop us.”
Harry’s desperate pawing turned into him begging her to pull her panties down for him. He’d gotten her out of her sweatpants not long after she put them on by telling her he needed to warm his face up.
“Oh, you want to warm up your face? Okay. You can take my sweatpants off.” She laughed and he was quick to nuzzle into her thighs and rub his cheeks and nose against her white panties.
She loved how much he was like a puppy with her sometimes. So needy. She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed over her clothed mound and nosed at her. She watched Friends on TV but she was quite distracted by Harry’s soft touches and the way he was pressing his mouth over her clit. But once he started licking her panties she couldn’t pay attention to what was on TV at all.
Harry wanted her focused on him. Needed to have her attention on him. And when he felt her panties start to grow slick (and not from his saliva), he looked up at her and laid his cheek on her thigh, “Can I take them off?” He plucked at the waistband of her panties as he asked.
And how was she really going to say no to him? He’d sufficiently gotten her all worked up with his nosing and mouthing and licking so she grinned and scraped his scalp with her fingers, “And what will you do when my panties come off? Hmm?”
Harry slid his finger under the elastic and looked up at her from his spot on her thigh, “Make you feel good. I’ll be good for you. Please?”
Y/n cooed and brushed her fingers over his face and watched as he closed his eyes under her touch, “You’re always so good for me, baby. Is that what you want?”
He nodded and popped his eyes open again, “Yes. Please. Can I?”
Smiling down at her lanky man she nodded, “Of course. You’re my good boy. Go ahead.”
Harry grunted as he moved himself and sat up so he could pull at her panties. She watched his long fingers drag her panties down her legs and then he leaned over her to kiss her lips as she slid a finger through her silky folds.
“I got you wet,” he grinned as he backed away from the kiss and lowered back between her legs.
She huffed a laugh. He was proud of himself. But of course, he got her worked up. She loved him and he was sensual and vulnerable and everything she ever wanted in a man.
But her laugh caught in her throat when Harry cupped his lips around her pussy and licked up and down her crease before dipping a finger inside of her.
She had her knees bent and thighs spread with her feet flat on the mattress as Harry laid flush on his tummy and sucked and licked through her sticky pussy.
Grabbing ahold of the back of his head she leaned back into the headboard and panted her word, “Oh god, yes…”
Just like she taught him, he paid most of his attention to her clit. His deep pink lips were wet as he looked up at her and kissed her pussy softly. Her breath hitched when he pulled at her clit and flicked his tongue back and forth.
“Feel better already…” he mumbled into her cunt.
“What was that, baby?” She asked breathily, unable to understand his words.
He lifted his face, “I feel better already. Needed you,” he dropped his mouth back down and closed his eyes as he licked and kissed and then went in with an open mouth and sucked.
He pressed in another two fingers and she moaned loudly, her hands still at the back of his head as she pulled him in closer.
“Just like that, Harry. Right there, fuck right there…” she closed her eyes and dropped her head back into the wood behind her. Harry’s slurps and the sound of his fingers inside of her just underscored the way her insides were rising and falling and her orgasm was approaching.
She groaned and gasped as Harry tongued and fingered and kissed. She didn’t know if she should be proud of herself for teaching him the best techniques or if she should be proud of him for picking it up so fast. He was thrusting his fingers into her squishy spot and pulling at her clit as if he knew how it made her feel – as if he could feel it himself. Because it was perfection.
“Ohhh, ffff!” She cried out and her legs snapped closed around Harry’s head as he continued his task. His free hand pulled at one of her thighs to keep her steady as she started to come on his face.
He moaned into her pussy when he felt her clenching around his fingers and he rutted down into the mattress, seeking a small bit of relief for his hard cock.
Y/n’s fingers were holding tight to his hair as she unraveled under his tongue. Her body slumped down and her legs trembled as Harry continued pressing his tongue over her clit and fingering her deeply.
It took a moment for Y/n to open her eyes. She was breathing hard and smiled at Harry as he lay next to her and kissed her arm and her shoulder softly, “You are so good at that, baby. God…” she moaned.
Harry pushed himself up so he could look down at her as he slid his hand under her t-shirt, “My cock is so achy. Please can I,” his fingers found her breast and he palmed over it, “…be inside of you?”
His smirk led Y/n to believe that he was just teasing her with his passive act. He knew what he was doing. He knew she wouldn’t say no. She loved the way he begged, though and he knew it.
“You wanna fuck my hole, make your achiness go away?” Y/n smiled at him teasingly in return.
Harry puffed out a laugh and nodded as he began to unbutton his pants, “Yes ma’am. Need it really bad. Your pussy is the only one that can make it better.”
Y/n sat up and laughed, “Well then you better get to it.”
Harry’s pants and underwear were pulled off his legs and he hovered over Y/n with a big smile as he slotted his hips between hers. She arched her back and tilted her hips up for him as he pressed the tip of his dick into her slowly.
“Oh fuck…” he groaned lowly as Y/n hissed at the intrusion. She was still a touch sensitive but it felt good having him inside of her in a place where they could both make noise and not worry about Leo overhearing them.
Of course, even though he’d jerked himself off before she arrived he was sure he’d still come too fast. Eating her out had him reeling and leaking before he’d even gotten inside of her. So he went slow and kept stuttering his hips and halting his thrusts, “You feel so good, Y/n.”
She moaned and arched her back toward him, “Yeah? Feels good inside of me?”
He nodded and began to cant his hips again, grinding into her and grinning as she gasped at how deep his tip reached into her.
“Is it good for you, Y/n? Does my cock make you feel good?”
She cooed and nodded, “Just listen to that… how wet I am? That’s all because of you baby. Best I’ve ever had.”
Harry groaned and pressed his mouth over hers as he rocked into her slowly. His balls were nudging into her ass every time he bottomed out and it felt amazing. His cock had never had it so good.
His small bed creaked loudly as he began to fuck into her with more force, more hunger. And the new pace had Y/n’s arousal building again. Every time he ground himself against her as he buried himself in she rocked her own hips up toward him, feeling her clit against his pelvis.
Over and over again, the pressure on her slick pussy and on her clit had her dripping and moaning, clenching around him tightly and pulling him in.
They kept their mouths connected as they made love, and Harry slid himself out and then pushed back in wetly. “Ohh, ffff… Harry!” Y/n panted against his lips at one particularly punishing thrust. He’d been grazing into her cervix but the sudden erratic plunge was sharp and made her feel like she was being split in half.
“S’that hurt, love?” Harry looked down at her with his brows pinched together as he gently rocked into her.
“You got in there really deep, baby. It’s okay. You can’t help it, I know,” Y/n brushed his hair from his forehead as they kept their eyes locked.
“I’ll be easier with you, like this,” he licked his lips and rolled into her languidly, still deep but less erratic so that every time he sunk into her fully she didn’t feel that sharp pain punching into her insides.
Y/n moaned and held onto his shoulders as he circled his hips and undulated himself into her. But it was hard to hold back. Harry wanted to hammer into her and stuff her with his come, but more than that he wanted her to orgasm first. The way her warmth swallowed him, the way her pussy gripped him… she deserved another orgasm but it was difficult when he was already shaking and his cock was twitching at the nearness of his own release.
He stopped for a moment and lifted upward so he could see her body. He palmed over her soft breasts and looked into her eyes, “I want you to come again.” He lowered one hand to her clit and rubbed in circles with decadent pressure.
“Keep doing that…” she panted as she moved her hand down to where his fingers were on her clit and guided him.
Harry squeezed his closed for a moment. He wanted to get her right on the edge and then he’d fuck her until she was coming so he could finally let go.
When she began writhing and moaning and bucking her hips upward Harry felt like he’d been able to regain a bit of composure. He began to fuck into her again, forcing his cock deep and then pulling out nearly to his tip before burying back in and spreading her walls apart. He kept his fingers working her clit as she guided him and her thighs began to shake.
Her pretty breasts rocked in time with her body at each heavy thrust and when he felt her clench hard and her mouth dropped open before she began to cry he knew she was coming. He continued his strokes letting her pulse and gush in her orgasm as she did not hold back her volume.
Harry gritted his teeth and watched her as she orgasmed before he could no longer stop his balls from throbbing and squeezing. He groaned and then gripped her thighs tight as he started to knock into her in long reckless strokes making her cry out louder. He loved the moments when she was coming and he could let loose with his urge to fuck her into oblivion and feel every inch of his cock being milked by her warm, tight hole around him.
“Holy fuck, I’m coming!” He groaned loudly. The bed rocked and skin slapped as Harry finally began to come. The wet sound of Y/n’s pussy getting pounded into sounded glorious to Harry’s ears.
Y/n could hardly make a noise as Harry’s brutal pace had her rocking upward harshly. She breathed through the sharpness of his tip smashing into her deeply and watched his face as he orgasmed, pink lips dropped open, flushed chest, flexing muscles, straining neck… Harry was so sexy when he was coming, she’d never get over it.
When he’d emptied himself completely he panted and pressed his hands into the mattress next to Y/n’s shoulders and smiled down at her lovingly.
She cupped his cheek and wrapped her legs around his hips, “Better, baby?”
He nodded and slowly lowered himself down, pressing his chest into hers as he wrapped his arms around her, “So much better, Y/n. Thank you.”
Cuddled together on Harry’s small bed, Y/n scrolled through social media and random job postings (yes, she needed to start looking for a job) while Harry did a little homework. He had to be in class the following morning.
She saw a notification come in from Marla and switched to her messages to read it.
So I was being nosy and saw this…
Y/n clicked the Instagram link which led to Parker Manera’s page. She had never thought to look at Parker’s Instagram. Didn’t care enough to check it out.
The photo that Marla linked to, however, was concerning.
It was of Parker with her friends smiling at the forefront. They were clearly in a club. The club in Malibu that Y/n had been at not long before going to Greece. And she knew it was that Malibu club because just behind Parker and her girlfriends were Harry and Y/n standing close and looking at each other. It was innocent enough. However, most would question, if they identified Harry and Y/n in the photo, why they were standing so close together amongst people dancing in a club in Malibu. Why would a stepmom and stepson be out together?
But then she swiped left to see the next part included in what Parker had uploaded and this one wasn’t just a photo. It was a short video. A shot of the same photo of Parker and her friends only they were laughing and moving and just behind them, once again, was Harry and Y/n. It didn’t look innocent any longer. The pair were swaying closely, faces angled toward each other in a near kiss, Harry’s hands on her hips. It was an intimate embrace. It was not the way a stepmom and a stepson should behave together.
“What is it?” Harry looked over at what Y/n was watching. He could tell right away that her body language had changed, her muscles tensed.
She handed Harry her phone and showed him the photo first. It took him a few seconds to realize what he was looking at but then he glanced at Y/n in concern.
“That’s not even the bad part,” she said as she swiped over to the video.
Harry hated watching it because he still remembered that night freshly. The way he and Y/n had just broken up and how he was trying to get over her but seeing her at the club drove him mad.
“Do you think my dad has Instagram?” Harry asked.
Y/n shook her head, “I really don’t think so but… just wondering how long it takes Parker to notice us in the background. If she does. Maybe she won’t. Or maybe she already has.”
Harry frowned and looked at the video again as it played on a loop. His mouth against her cheek, the way she was turned toward him. Right before the short video ended it looked like they were about to kiss. They never did but anyone watching the video would assume they had based on the way they were holding each other.
Harry let out a deep breath and leaned his head back into the headboard, “Well then we need to think of something in case he finds out before we’re ready to tell him.”
Y/n put her phone down and took Harry’s hand, leaning into his shoulder, “Whatever happens we’ll be together. Maybe he won’t see it. Maybe Parker won’t recognize us.”
Harry nodded and turned to kiss the top of Y/n’s head.
Maybe they didn’t have as much time as they thought. Maybe they’d have to come clean sooner than they were prepared for. It sucked knowing there was a possibility that someone would tell Leo or that Leo would see that video.
“Yeah. Whatever happens you and I will be in this together,” Harry spoke against her hair and pulled her closer. He hoped things would be okay. Hoped that no matter what happened it would be him and Y/n in the end. No matter what.
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