Uncle Harry
*This is an ongoing series on Patreon. This part can be read as a standalone (as that was how it was originally written). Enjoy!
Summary: You're a preschool teacher. Harry is your student's uncle. He seems quite keen on winning you over when you run into him again at a wedding.
A/n: I get lots of asks about this Patreon fic over here and I figured I'd share the "one shot" that started it all with you guys on Tumblr. All subsequent parts are only on Patreon. I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 4,217
Warning: smut
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"This is Uncle Harry!" Kale excitedly jumped up and down, his small hand tucked inside a much larger one attached to a man you'd never seen before. Kale's mother rushed into the classroom behind them.
"This is my brother, " she gestured toward the tall man. "He's in town for the weekend, and we're having him pick Kale up this afternoon so I wanted to introduce you so you'd know who he was."
You smiled up at him. "Nice to meet you, Uncle Harry. I'm Y/n." You shook his hand as Kale ran toward the toys in the room, already forgetting all about his mom and uncle standing there.
"Nice to meet you too Miss Y/n." Oh. The way he said your name…
You slid your hand away from his palm and tried to push off the immediate attraction so you could act normal and professional. He was tall and handsome with a deep voice and bright, kind eyes.
They both left before you'd recovered. You were taken aback by his presence. It was only 8:30 in the morning and you had an entire long day of herding three-year-olds ahead of you. So, you couldn't dwell on his grin, or his dimples, or his dark waves of hair, and you most certainly needed to not think about the way his frame looked powerful or how he moved around your space with such exquisite masculinity.
Being a preschool teacher was a thankless job. Although you liked working with kids and most of the parents were great, it left you exhausted, frazzled, and worst of all, broke at the end of the day.
Most of the parents who dropped their kids off at Bright Beginnings were looking for a place that was affordable and safe. They couldn't afford one of those expensive spots that actually paid the preschool teachers a living wage. You often thought about applying to one of the fancier schools so you could earn more money and you could drop your weekend catering gig.
But even though none of the children in your class were your own, you grew attached to them like they were. You loved them and they deserved to be treated with gentleness and patience. Your greatest fear was quitting your job for a better one and being replaced by someone who didn't love them the way you would.
Uncle Harry showed up at 3 o'clock on the dot. He was standing tall in the door frame grinning into the classroom—grinning at you.
You'd been sitting on the floor, legs criss-cross as all the children were gathered around listening to you read. You knew the book word for word. It was the end of the day book you read every day so as Harry moved into the room you watched him, as you continued rattling off each line on the page.
He crouched down and sat on the floor behind the kids, tucking his long legs underneath himself. Kale had yet to see his uncle. Harry watched you intently. It had the blood under your skin convecting.
"This is happiness. It shines yellow like the sun, and twinkles like the stars." You read aloud from the page with the yellow monster drawing. Your voice came out breathier than you intended as you looked away from him back toward the book and turned the page.
You tried to collect yourself but Kale's uncle seemed quite fixed on you as you read the next page. Looking toward him you began to smile, the lilt of your words affected by the way your mouth stretched upward.
"Uncle Harry!" Kale had finally realized his uncle was there. You watched him crash into him, arms around his neck as Harry fell back, catching himself with one palm down on the floor and the most alluring laugh you'd ever heard.
A couple of other parents arrived right then. You stood from the floor to help them get their things and send them off as Kale showed Harry around the room and to his cubby with the drawing he made that day.
"Kale is a great artist." You pointed toward the light blue construction paper with crayon drawing. He'd drawn his family with a big sun at the top and a flower at the bottom.
"This is Uncle Harry." Kale pointed his short finger toward the very tall figure he'd drawn and then he slid his fingertip toward the shorter figure next to the one that was Harry. "And this is Miss Y/n."
You smiled at him and leaned down to take a closer look. He'd drawn a nice big smile on your face and your stick figure was standing right up against Harry's stick figure. Glancing up at the man, he shifted his sight to yours after assessing the drawing.
"That was so sweet of you to add me to your picture. Thank you." You patted Kale on the back and stood up.
"He couldn't stop talking about you all night," Harry spoke, his eyes still set on you.
You laughed. "Oh, well, I mean we do hang out all day together so, I suspect that's bound to happen."
"Probably right." His smile was making your knees weak.
When another parent arrived you were distracted from Kale and his uncle and only glanced up when they left the classroom together. You smiled. Harry was unexpected and awfully handsome. You hoped you'd see him again someday.
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The wedding guests were all mingling and laughing or dancing by the time you came out into the hall to check on the food trays and remove any empties. It looked like most of the food had been eaten, which was always a good thing. The woman you worked for, catered for local weddings and small functions and she was often booked up for one thing or another every weekend. You liked working with her and the other two people she rotated in as needed.
But mostly you liked the flexibility and the extra money. It wasn't much, but it helped. That night you'd be getting cut a decent little check. Catering weddings was always a bit better than some work functions. Of course, there was a lot more work to do for weddings too.
You stacked up the stainless steel platters and shut off the burners as you went. Everyone was already on to dessert and coffee anyway.
"Miss Y/n."
You turned sharply to look at the person who'd just addressed you. You knew who it was before your eyes even landed on him. If the miss didn't give it away it was the familiar deep voice that did.
"Uncle Harry." You smiled at him and wiped your hands down your waist apron.
"You're working here?" He tilted his head to the side as he looked you up and down.
Nodding you laughed. "Yep. Gotta pay the bills."
"And being my nephew's preschool teacher doesn't give you that luxury?"
"Uh… I mean… It's not really a well-paying job. I do love it, though." You rushed out that last sentence, not wanting to seem ungrateful.
"I could tell you love the job. I'm just surprised you need another one."
Swallowing you flitted your eyes toward the table and back at him. "It's fine."
Now you were embarrassed. You worked hard. You were an honest person but you were not afforded certain luxuries in life that others were. Among other things, you never finished college and therefore, finding a job that paid well wasn't always the easiest.
Harry was dressed in a dark navy suit that he filled out in such a way that made him look terrifically sharp and stunning. And even somehow taller. You watched him lift his arm and look down at his wristwatch before he set his soft green irises on your face. "What time do you wrap up?"
You smiled as you looked around the room. "Whenever everyone here wraps up. We've got to wash dishes and box up the leftovers. Tomorrow they'll be donated to the women's shelter just up the street. But as you can see…" You gestured toward the table. "There aren't many leftovers."
He nodded as he chewed the inside of his cheek.
"So, you know the bride and groom?"
Another nod. "Yeah. My brother just got married. Kale's other uncle."
"Ahh… I see. How fun. So, Kale's mom is here too then?"
"Yeah, she's somewhere out there dancing probably."
You noticed he kept eyeing your catering outfit. Black slacks and a white button-up shirt with a black tie tucked into your waist apron. You looked as basic as they came.
"I'm gonna hang back until the end. Will you come find me before you leave?"
Blinking your eyes you pushed a breath from your throat in surprise. "Sure. Was there something you needed?"
He shook his head as a light smirk turned the edge of his mouth upward. "Just to see you again."
The room around you began to dissolve as your eyes stayed glued to his. It suddenly felt hard to breathe as you watched him gently rake his eyes over your face. "Okay." You practically breathed the word out.
You had a hard time concentrating on anything other than your impending visit with Harry again. You kept wanting to poke your head out to look around the hall and see what he was doing, or to just glimpse at him again but you did have a job to do, as distracted as you might be.
It felt like it took ages for things to wrap up. The band stopped playing and had packed up their things, guests milled out slowly, the bride and groom had left hours earlier… And finally, you were finished loading the van out in the back when you took your waist apron off and tucked it under your arm before saying goodbye to your boss.
Normally you'd have walked out the back to leave but Harry had said he wanted to see you again. Who knew what he wanted but there was no way you were going to pass up the chance to find out.
Looking around the nearly empty hall you spotted him at a table with another man. He'd removed his suit jacket and was leaned back into the seat with his arms crossed over his chest nodding as he listened to the man talking to him. His eyes were narrowed slightly, his features otherwise schooled into impassivity. He looked bored.
Stepping in closer, you didn't want to interrupt, but you did want to at least signal to him that you were there if he still wanted to see you. You wondered if maybe he'd forgotten and you started to feel a little silly by the whole thing as you lifted a hand and waved to get his attention.
The moment he caught sight of you he sat up straight and his expression brightened. He said something to the man as he grabbed his suit jacket and took a few long-legged strides in your direction before sliding an arm into yours, leading you toward the exit. "Thank god you showed up. He just talked my ear off about a baseball team I know nothing about. For almost thirty minutes!"
You laughed as you let yourself get practically dragged out the door with him. When you'd stepped outside he let you go and looked up at the sky briefly. "I hate small talk." He looked back down at you. "Especially when it's about sports."
You laughed again and he dragged his eyes down to your pants and then back up. "What are you doing right now? Done for the night?"
Nodding you shifted under his gaze. "Yeah. For me, I'm done. So, probably just go home soon."
"Wanna go somewhere?"
Pushing a laugh out of your mouth you watched him move in a little closer. "Like where?"
"There's a 24-hour cafe and bar in the hotel I'm staying at. Maybe we could start there?"
His hotel?
Swallowing you found yourself nodding yes. Maybe it was unwise to say yes like that. Risky even. However, probably less risky than if he were some random man. Harry was Kale's uncle, after all. So there was some familiarity there, even if you'd only just met him the day before.
Your second latte was probably a bad idea. You were feeling the caffeine jitters as you both chatted about various topics. You learned Harry was a pilot and amateur boxer. He was so much more interesting than you were. It felt like you were conversing with some high-level being who was intelligent, gold-hearted, skilled, and naturally handsome. While you were… well, a preschool teacher and part-time caterer. Your hobbies consisted of knitting and watching true crime shows. He was so far out of your league that it wasn't funny.
But he was 100% flirting with you, despite all that. Which was surprising.
He wasn't shy about it either. He kept knocking his knee against yours after insisting that you two sat next to each other. He had a long arm draped behind you on the bench seat and every so often you felt his hand brushing against your neck or your shoulder.
He even leaned in, pressing himself against your side, and spoke with his mouth close to your ear saying things like you smelled good, he liked your necklace, and that you were gorgeous.
Needless to say, you were kind of a squirmy, giggly mess next to him. He was coming on hard. You were aware he was probably just trying to get you in the sack. And honestly? That was fine with you.
"You don't have a boyfriend do you?" He finally asked you. You wondered if it would have mattered if you did. Clearly, you were past the point of that being a dealbreaker for him.
"No. What about you? Girlfriend?" You tilted your head back to look up at him.
"Nope. I'm single. Anything else that would stop you from coming up with me to my room?"
And there it was. The question. You weren't sure it would ever come but you thought it might. He thumbed at the nape of your neck and looked down at your lips as you parted your mouth and smiled up at him.
"Depends on what you're planning."
He licked his lips. "Fair enough. But I'm pretty sure you already have a good idea of what my aim is here."
You sniffed a laugh. "I can't make any assumptions about what your intentions are. Wouldn't be the first time I'd read signals wrong."
He nodded, "So, you want it straight. I think you're beautiful and I think you're a good teacher so you're sweet and patient too, which is…" He shook his head as he kept his gaze pinned to yours. "Well, it's sexy, Miss Y/n." He grinned. "Haven't stopped thinking about you since yesterday morning and imagine my surprise when the girl I couldn't get out of my mind was at the wedding tonight. Felt like I had to do something about it."
Your head wasn't screwed on right or something when you felt yourself being pulled against him and you pushed your lips to his. You didn't know if you made the move or if he did but it was something that felt instinctual. He groaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss as you placed a palm over his chest. You could feel the raging beat of his heart, proof that he was just as wound up over the kiss as you were.
So, yes. You went to his room with him. There was no question anymore about what was going to happen or what his intentions were. When your clothes were littered on the floor next to his and you were spread out underneath him as he licked and tongued your skin and then your pussy you were sure you'd made the right choice.
He was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to make you wilt and gush at his will. His body was another thing, though. He was brawny but slender, and his maleness was palpable. The light scattering of hair on his strong pecs, his broad shoulders, well-muscled thighs, and the dark patch of hair under his happy trail that led down to a big, healthy cock… he was sexy.
Every drag of his tongue reminded you of what hung heavy between his thighs. You clenched around empty space with the image of his erection being nudged up inside of you. You'd never wanted to feel a man so badly before.
But then he tucked two fingers inside and added pressure to your front wall that had you writhing and coming as he sucked on your clit. Fuck.
You were panting and catching your breath as you watched him roll a condom down his shaft. He kept his eyes on you, half-lidded, wet lips, aching cock (you were sure from the looks of it). When he climbed over you he wrapped his lips around your breast and looked up at you. A scratched moan fell from your lungs when he moved to the other side.
"So fucking pretty, Y/n. So sweet too." He pressed his palms over your tits as he fit himself between your thighs. "Gonna feel so good around me, aren't you?"
He lowered his gaze to your pussy as he thumbed at your clit softly. You inhaled sharply, the sensitive bud still reeling after he'd just sucked an orgasm out of you.
When you pushed away slightly he grabbed your hip and pulled you back toward him. "Not done with you yet. Stay put."
You might have laughed if those words weren't so hot coming from him. But the truth was that you'd never been told to stay put before. At least not during sex. Something about the way Harry was doing everything was a wild turn-on.
"Good. There you go. Be good for me, Miss Y/n. Yeah?"
Miss Y/n… You felt your limbs melt at his deep, breathy rasp. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined someone calling you Miss anything would be so sexy. Or maybe it was just Harry that made it sexy.
When you felt him place his hands on your forearms and push them down to the mattress, pinning you in place he leaned in and kissed you again. For a moment you thought he'd fuck you as soft as the way he kissed. It was slow and sensual. But then you moaned and he lifted, aiming his tip at your entrance and pushing himself in, sinking in until he was balls-deep. The snap of his crown into your delicate cervix had you gasping loudly and your eyes widening.
Harry's cock was big and he was hard as stone and he was buried in deep and he panted and watched your face as you adjusted around him. He pulled back and then rutted in deep again, the bed shifting under you with a bounce. There was something about the way he was holding your arms down and the subtle dominating way he was fucking you that ratcheted your desire up outrageously.
You clenched around him, relishing the feel of him inside of you. His hips ground against yours, prodding as he stared into your eyes. It was so possessive, almost controlling the way he fucked.
His entire body hardened, the muscles of his chest and arms straining as he pulled out to the tip. The rigid tightening of his abs was the only warning you got before he forced his cock forward. Smacking into you hard, your body jolted upward, tits bouncing from the force.
You cried out and his chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. “Christ… You feel so good.”
Tightening his hold, he started fucking you, nailing your hips to the mattress with powerful drives. Pleasure rippled through you, pushing through your insides with every hot shove of his cock through your walls.
You didn't say anything but your brain was screaming… Yes, right there, fuck me harder…
He buried his face in your neck and moved his hands down to your hips to hold you tightly in place, plunging hard and fast, gasping raw, heated sex… He breathed against your ear. “Fuck you feel that?"
He swiveled his hips against you, stroking pleasure through your gushing core. You made a small, helpless sound of need and his mouth slanted over yours. You were desperate for him, nails digging into his pumping hips, struggling with the grinding urge to rock into the ferocious thrusts of his big cock.
You were both sweating, skin hot and slicked together, chests heaving for air. As an orgasm brewed like a storm inside of you, everything tightened and clenched, squeezing. He cursed and shoved one hand beneath your hip, cupping your ass and lifting you into his thrusts so that his cock head stroked over and over the spot that ached for him.
It was like he knew where to drag his dick to get you off, knew the spot on the inside that sent waves of satisfaction through your guts. You choked a moan as he pounded into your wet cunt, hitting you deep inside, his plump ridged cock slicking against something that did it for you. Something that made you see stars.
You babbled nonsense as you orgasmed around him, your walls pulsing as he thrust in and in, holding you against him as he wrecked your insides. You could hear his pants, his moans, his gurgled grunts as he drove into you, thick cock filling and stuffing until you were a limp noodle in his arms and he was working into you, chasing his own release.
He tensed and threw his head back, gasping your name as he spurted heavy pumps of come into his condom, hips stilled against you… throbbing. He clung to you so tight you could feel the pinch and knew you'd see bruises later. He slowly pressed his chest back to yours as he rutted gently, soft breaths as he emptied every drop of himself, tucking deep inside of you until he was completely still.
You felt his mouth against yours, and then lower as he kissed your neck and then over to your shoulder as your entire body tingled and pulsed.
"Fuck," he cursed. He smeared his lips up to your jaw and then looked down at you. He didn't say a word as he lifted a hand and smoothed his palm over your jaw where he'd just kissed. You watched him take you in, his pupils sliding over your features as he caught his breath.
Lifting your own hands upward you pushed your fingers into his hair. You loved the way it felt having the weight of him over you like that.
"Stay the night."
Blinking your eyes up at him you laughed. "Whatever happened to please?"
He smiled. "Please, Miss Y/n?"
Another laugh puffed from your mouth. "I'll think about it."
Harry squinted down at you, an amused expression on his face. "You'll stay. And you'll give me your number too."
Your heart was thudding in your chest. You loved the direction this was going. "And why would I do that?"
"Because you wanna see me again. And because you want to do right by Kale."
"Do right by Kale? What do you mean?" Your grin stretched wide to match his.
"You saw his family drawing. He thinks you and I should be together. I say he's right."
You pushed at him gently, his hard muscles not budging under your palm as you laughed. "He doesn't think we're together, Harry. He just likes me because I'm his teacher. He spends a lot of time with me."
"He seems to think we're gonna get married actually. I'm positive it was just a dream he had but who knows? Maybe he's prophetic or something."
You both laughed. It was the silliest pillow talk you'd ever had after sex. But somehow, it was also the most riveting. You didn't know what to think about Harry. He was quite forward, but it was refreshing not to have a man beating around the bush for once.
"Prophetic or not, it's a little fast to be talking marriage, don't you think?"
He looked down at your mouth, a smirk so seductive on his lips you were finding yourself turned on all over again. "Why? You don't want to marry me?"
"Oh my god…" You turned your head and looked up at the ceiling as you rolled your eyes. "Now you're just fucking with me. We just met!"
He laughed and you felt his hand on your jaw again. "Did we? Feels like I've known you for ages. Guess we'll have to just get to know one another. Take it slow first."
You focused back on his handsome face. "I can't tell if you're teasing or if you're insane."
"How about this… You stay the night and then give me your number before I have to leave tomorrow. We'll go from there, yeah?"
You laughed out your words, not hardly believing anything that was happening. "Okay. Fine. You're still insane, though."
"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just a man who knows what he wants."
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