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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 8)

⚫️A/N: alrighty, i feel like its a part we have all been waiting for, so i won't keep you guys up any longer! the credits for the inspo of the last scene goes out to that anon who sent me a prompt about it, i really loved it and decided to use it 👀

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 7.7k

SERIES MASTERPOST

Something is off with you, Harry can feel it. Your text yesterday about having fun was so out of the blue and he couldn’t really put the pieces together. He didn’t tell you about the farewell dinner so you couldn’t possibly know he was going anywhere. If he is being honest, he was contemplating canceling just to be with you for a few hours, if it’s even just sitting in his car in a parking lot, but then Nina asked if she could ride with him so he had to go.

He tried to text you a few more times throughout the evening, but you ignored them all and then sent him a vague reply saying you had a lot to study. He had no reason to question if you were telling the truth or not, but it just didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t put a finger on it.

You haven’t texted him all day and it’s odd not to hear anything from you for so long. He is starting to worry that he did something to hurt you or what’s worse, you changed your mind about him.

“Alright, the final assignment is due tomorrow, please make sure to upload it in time, I don’t want to read excuse emails all weekend,” he sighs as he finishes his second to last class of the day. Students start packing and chatter fills the room as he sits back to his chair to gather his notes as well. As everyone flows out of the room they say their goodbye to the professor and he smiles back at the warmly.

Grabbing his phone he checks the screen but sees no new message from you so he decides to text you again.

HARRY: Having a busy day? Anyway, I’m thinking about you. As always.

As soon as he hits send, he cringes a bit. Was it too much? Is it why you’re so distant? Because he is being too intimate and not at all casual?

He stares at the message thread for a while, waiting for the three little dots to pop up as you type, but you don’t even open the message. Groaning, he locks the phone and gathering his stuff he heads back to his office. Nearing the building, he notices your figure lingering at the entrance, you seem like you’re debating whether you should go in or not. As far as he knows, you don’t have any classes in that building, so the only reason why you’d be here is to see him. However, it doesn’t make much sense after avoiding his texts all day.

As a sudden idea, he fishes his phone out of his pocket and dials your number, hiding behind a tree from where he can see you but you won’t spot him. He watches you get your phone from your coat’s pocket, staring down at the screen for way longer than Harry would like you to contemplate answering the call and just when he is sure you’ll decline the call you finally accept it.

“Hey,” he hears your voice only through the line, you’re standing too far from him to actually hear your voice.

“Hey, what’s up? Haven’t heard from you all day,” he clears his throat, trying to sound as casual as possible. His eyes are glued to you as you move to the edge of the pavement so you’re not in the way of anyone passing by.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been pretty busy with studying and everything…” you trail off, kicking the dirt around, crossing your free arm across your body as you keep the phone at your ear with the other. Even from afar, you seem stressed and maybe even uncomfortable to be talking to him, but he has no idea what happened that changed the dynamic between the two of you.

“Are you sure it’s just that? Don’t mean to be nosy, but you sound a little off. You know you can talk to me, right?”

You stay still, staring down at your feet before he sees you shaking your head and running a hand through your hair. Now he knows something is up and he is determined to figure out what it is.

“Do I know?” you ask back and it’s like a punch in his stomach. “I mean, I didn’t know we were doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Like… the talking and… connecting.”

This is not making sense to him, last time you saw each other was in class and you were your usual self, but now… it’s like you’re trying to keep him at an arm’s distance for some reason, but he has no idea why.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” he breathes out, panic rising in his guts.

“No, what are we doing?” you snap back and he sees how you spin around angrily. “I just…”

“Talk to me, please! Because I really don’t know where this is heading and it’s stressing me out.”

“That’s the thing, where is this heading, Harry? What is this exactly?”

“Is that what’s bothering you? That there’s no label on it?”

“Honest to God, I have no idea what’s bothering me exactly,” you admit. “It’s all just a mess in my head.”

“But what messed it up? You seemed alright just yesterday, did something happen?”

You hesitate and he fights the urge to just walk over to you and talk in person. It would look creepy though if he just appeared and talking so openly is not a bright idea either around here.

“Maybe… we should talk things out,” you offer and though it’s not an answer to his question, it’s still something he can work with.

“Yes, of course. Are you free right now?” he asks, his heart hammering in his chest as he stares at your figure in the distance. You glance up at the building and then turning around you start walking away, his heart sinking.

“No, not really. But I can drop by your office tomorrow late afternoon.”

“Alright, sure. If you want, you can spend tomorrow night at my place too, we can extend your stay,” he says, as you walk out of his sight.

“I’m not sure about that. But I have to go now.”

“Okay, take care.”

“You too. Bye.”

The line goes dead before he could look at the screen.

Keeping yourself away from Harry is like staying away from chocolate when you’re on diet. Torturous.

It’s not what you want, but you figured it’s what you need. Jealousy has been eating you away since you heard him and Professor Alvarez in his office and you know it’s immature not to talk to him, but you feel like you need time to think it through before actually having a conversation with him. His phone call surprised you yesterday, especially because you were just in front of the building where his office is, contemplating to see if he is there. Hearing his voice almost broke your tough act, you wanted nothing else than to throw yourself into his arms, but you need to be rational now.

You can’t jump into this head first if he is not even on the same page as you. You’re aware you never agreed that this would be something exclusive, that neither of you will be seeing other people, but it felt like you had a silent agreement.

Guess you were wrong.

Keeping yourself away for a bit from Harry was necessary because you didn’t want to act out of anger and pure jealousy, making yourself look like an immature baby. No, you want to approach the matter like an adult, a grown woman you want Harry to see you as.

Making it through Friday is a pain in the ass. You keep checking the time every five minutes even though you’re not meeting him until just late in the afternoon. You wanted to think out everything you’re gonna say and ask, but as the day carries on, your mind empties out and you have no idea how this is going to go down.

You’re still planning to go to Zion’s birthday party today, right after meeting Harry so you can just go straight to the bar and get shitfaced right away in case your conversation with him doesn’t end well.

When your classes finally end you rush home to change and get ready for the evening. You’ve already planned out what you want to wear and you’d be lying if you said the outfit was meant to get Zion’s attention. You’re more curious to see Harry’s face when he sees you in a black corset, a black, sheer long sleeve top underneath and your favorite tight jeans with knee-high, black boots. The corset is your secret weapon, only wear it on special occasions and today you want Harry to regret ever even thinking about another woman.

Is it petty? Probably, but you still want it.

You look hot. As you stare at your reflection in your full body length mirror, you come to the conclusion that if Harry won’t be affected by just seeing you in this outfit, he is not worth the stress and time you’ve been wasting on him.

“You’ve got this,” you nod at yourself before grabbing your coat and heading out.

Harry has finished his last class a while ago and has been sitting in his office anxiously waiting around for you to show up, unable to focus on anything. It’s been a struggle he’s been facing since you’ve came into his life for sure, he feels like a lovesick teenager having a crush and dreaming about her day and night.

But for fuck’s sake, he is thirty-two, a grown man, and yet, he still has his knickers in a twist even at just the thought of you, he needs to get his shit together. Hopefully, this situation will be sorted out today.

He fights the urge to text you to see if you’re already on your way to his office, he is not trying to look like a desperate loser though he definitely feels like one. Busying himself with sorting out one of his shelves, putting the books he doesn’t need into a box that’s been lying on the floor for weeks, he is able to get his thoughts off of you just for the shortest time. That is until he realizes he is standing right where he had you pinned against the shelves not long ago the day when you left your second writing on his car. He will never forget the way you begged him to just think about giving you a chance. He was so close to fucking you right then at that moment, just press you against the shelves, have your legs hook around his hips and pound into you. Nothing has ever needed that much of his self-control in his life and if only Nina didn’t interrupt the moment, he would have snapped.

Now that the turning point has happened and he has had a taste of you, he is hooked. Completely intoxicated by you and he hasn’t even fucked you. He knows that when the moment comes, it’ll be the end of him.

When he hears footsteps approaching his office he knows it’s you. He is not sure if it’s because he recognizes your steps or it’s just a sixth sense he has developed to always be aware of your presence, but he takes a deep breath running a hand through his hair right when he hears the knocking on the door.

“Come in!” he calls out. The doorknob turns and when the door opens and he sees your figure behind it, the air gets caught in his throat.

The corset. The damn corset. He is not sure if he wants to rip it off of your body or wants nothing else but that on you while he fucks you until you forget your own name.

“Hey,” you breathe out as you walk inside, closing the door behind you, taking a few steps further into the room, seemingly feeling out of place.

“Hi! You look… uhh, you look amazing, Y/N,” he says as he can’t take his eyes off of the way the corset pushes your breasts up, the swell of them on showcase through the sheer top. His mouth salivates.

“Thanks,” you nod, chewing on your bottom lip and he doesn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth curls up the slightest.

Rounding his desk he gets to the front of it and leans against it, hands holding onto the edge as he looks at you, not quite sure how to start this.

“So, will you tell me what I did that upset you?” he asks softly.

“You didn’t do anything you shouldn’t have,” you start, thinking your words through carefully as you speak. “I guess I just put things into a different lighting.”

“Do you mind explaining that to me? Because I’m a little lost right now.”

Before you could answer, your phone starts ringing and letting out a sigh you fish it out of your purse, seeing Zion’s name on the screen.

“Just give me a second,” you tell Harry as you answer the call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey, when are you planning to arrive?” he asks, judging from his voice he is quite enjoying himself, maybe he has already started pre-gaming for the party.

“Um, not sure, I have to take care of something quickly.”

Harry catches most of what Zion says on the other end of the line and he is not at all pleased that you’re talking to another guy when you’re supposed to be talking to him. Jealousy bubbles in his chest and it clouds his mind more than he could control. Clenching his jaw, he keeps listening to your conversation.

“Do you need a ride? I can get one of my friends come and get you if you want.”

“No need, I’m alright. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, just let me know if you change your mind. Can’t wait to see you!”

“Thank you, see you soon. Bye,” you say quickly before ending the call. When you look back at Harry you see the change in him loud and clear. The way he stands, how he is looking at you, it’s not how he welcomed you just moments ago into his office.

“You’re seeing someone tonight?” he asks, the sass in his tone is impossible to miss.

“I have plans,” you nod shortly.

“With the same guy from the gala?” he cocks his head to the side and you don’t like the attitude he is giving you right now, as if you did something wrong.

“Yes, I’m seeing Zion tonight. Is there a problem with that?” you sass back.

“So you’re seeing the guy you were on a date earlier. That says a lot,” he nods pursing his lips and you already know where this is heading.

“I told you, that wasn’t a date. And you’re the last one to hold shit like that against me, Harry.”

“What does that supposed to mean? I’m not parading around dressed like this, begging for every man’s attention on campus!” he snaps and he regrets his words the moment they roll off his tongue. It was harsh, way meaner than he intended, but he can’t take them back and the look on your face now feels like a punch into his stomach.

“Well, that was a nice way to call me a whore, thank you. I’m out of here.”

You turn on your heels and march up to the door as Harry calls after you frantically, but you have no intention of stopping. You came here with a plan to talk it out maturely, you mustered up all your courage and rationality to have this conversation in an effective way and he threw that right out the window, so now you have to get away from him before you say something you might regret.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait!” he calls after you, but you don’t even react. “Fuck,” he mumbles as running back to his desk he grabs his stuff, locks the office and bolts after you.

You’re out of the building by the time he catches up with you and now that you’re out in the public, the situation just became a lot more limited. Harry finally reaches you and grabbing a hold of your arm he pulls you back, turning you around.

“Hey, don’t walk away when we are having a conversation!”

“It’s not a conversation I want to keep having, if you haven’t realized,” you snap back, but realize you should keep your voice down before someone catches onto what’s happening.

“I didn’t mean it like that, okay? It came out entirely wrong, I just…”

“You just what?” you hiss back at him. “You just assumed shit about me from the tiniest fraction of information and didn’t even let me explain myself!”

“It was a mistake, okay? Can we actually talk this out? Because—“

“Hello, Professor Styles!”

A group of girls walk past the two of you, interrupting the heated conversation. Harry’s jaw clenches as he takes a tiny step away from you, shooting a tightlipped smile towards the girls.

“Hello, Brooklyn,” he grumbles, nodding his head. The girls seem giddy by getting noticed by him and you want to claw their eyes out seeing the way they are gawking at him. The two of you wait in silence until they are out of hearing range before he leans back closer to you.

“Come to my place, we can talk there.”

“I don’t have the time,” you answer right away, keeping up the tough act.

“Don’t fucking tell me you’re gonna be late to meeting him,” he growls, his eyes on fire as he exhales sharply through his nose.

“Or what? Feels shitty when you’re not the only one, huh?”

He picks up on the spite in your tone, but he can’t put the picture together just yet. However, he knows he has to get to the end of it or he’ll lose his mind.

“Get in my car, now,” he orders and starts walking towards his car that’s parked near the building, in sight from where you’re standing. You follow him to the car, but don’t make an attempt to get in and Harry notices right away. Walking around the vehicle he opens the passenger side’s door and looks around to make sure the air is clear before he steps so close to you, his chest is almost pressing up against yours. “Get in there or I’ll do it myself, Y/N. I don’t fucking care who you’re trying to fuck tonight, we’re gonna have this talk.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the threat and it definitely ignites a fire between your legs. You hate yourself for loving it so much when he is so dominant and bossy, makes you want to fall to your knees for him no matter what.

Running your tongue over your lips you keep eye contact with him for a few more seconds before climbing into the car. Harry shuts the door angrily and the sound of it makes you jump a little. He gets behind the wheel a moment later and you leave the parking lot in complete silence.

You feel like a kid who got into trouble and her dad had to come pick her up, but it’s ridiculous, because you didn’t even do anything. If someone is in trouble, it should be him for going on casual dates with Professor Alvarez and then getting mad when you’re seeing other people as well, even though you’re not interested in hooking up with Zion again, he is genuinely just a friend.

Arriving to Harry’s house he parks down without a word and gets out of the car, heading to the front door without even checking if you’re following. The childish part of you would love to throw a tantrum for the lack of attention, but you’re also very confused about what’s gonna happen now. Folding your arms on your chest you drag yourself after him, reaching him just when he opens the door and he holds it open for you to walk in first, still a gentleman. Nothing has changed since the last time you were here last weekend, but it still feels like it’s been an eternity since you sucked his dick while the pasta was boiling that evening.

You shimmy yourself out of your coat and drape it across the back of the couch and you lean against it as well, staring back at him, waiting for him to make the next step, because he was the one who basically dragged you here like an absolute caveman.

Harry has gotten rid of his own coat and he is now standing a few feet away from you, hands on his hips as he is seemingly trying to figure out what to do or say.

“What did you mean when you said it feels shitty when you’re not the only one?” he then finally asks, eyes snapping up to meet your gaze. His stare is so intense, you have to look away from him, because you feel it in your guts.

“I meant that it’s bold of you to get mad at me for spending time with someone else when you’ve been going on little dates with Professor Alvarez.”

“With Nina?!” he asks in confusion and you hate it that he calls her by her first name.

“So she’s just Nina to you, huh?” you scoff, though deep down you know you’re being petty.

“She is just a friend of mine, Y/N. I thought we were over this, that dinner was nothing but something to pass time with while you were here that day.”

“I’m not talking about only that. I heard the two of you the other day, don’t try to lie to me,” you spite back, finally looking at him as your anger bubbles in your chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t go to dinner with her on Wednesday, I heard her in your office, when you talked about going together and how excited she was about the place you were going to,” you scoff, mocking her voice as you speak.

“Y/N, we did go to dinner, but not just the two of us. It was Dr. Kennedy’s retirement dinner with a bunch of other people from the department!”

All blood rushes out of your head as you realize that you’ve fucked up. Big time. You were the one to assume first from hearing just a few words of a conversation and it didn’t even occur to you that it was something entirely different than what you thought.

“Well,” you start, holding onto the remainder of your pride, “I might have been wrong, but that doesn’t change the fact that she wants more than just friendship from you.”

“First of all, she doesn’t,” he replies and you roll your eyes at him, he is such a blind, gullible man. “Second, if she does, that has nothing to do with me, because I don’t want her like that, we are just good friends, won’t be anything else.”

“Oh, so you can spend time with people who want to fuck you, but I can’t?” you point out pursing your lips, pretending to be thinking hard about how all of this is fair.

“But I never fucked Nina! You can’t say the same thing about your little friend!” he snaps back.

“And what does that have to do with you, huh? We never even agreed on what this is, you don’t have the right to tell me who I can meet!”

“We never agreed because you never even gave me the chance to bring it up, you’ve been fucking avoiding me for days, telling me you have shit to do when you’re literally in front of the building when we’re on the phone!”

“You fucking saw me?” you gasp. “And you just pretended like you didn’t?”

“I wanted to see your reaction, because you weren’t saying shit to me,” he throws at you. “Turns out you were being distant because you were reconnecting with your fuck buddy!”

“I’m not trying to fuck Zion! The only person I’m trying to fuck is you!” At this point, you lose your temper and throw all your plans out the window to keep your cool and be mature. “I’m going insane thinking about you with anyone else, because why wouldn’t you want someone else, we never agreed that it’s exclusive and I’m not a mature, hot, age appropriate professor you work with, I literally had to beg you to even give me a chance! I’m trying to save myself from the pain for when you’ve had enough of me, when you get bored of me!”

With your chest heaving, you unload all your fears and doubts you couldn’t get rid of. In the meanwhile, he just stands there, completely still, staring back at you with his lips slightly parted.

“I can’t stop thinking about you and I’m so afraid that once you get what you want from me, you’ll just… throw me away.” By the end of the sentence your voice dies down and you stare back at Harry trying your best to hold your tears back that are threatening to spill. It’s the reason why you were so bothered by the thought of him and Professor Alvarez spending time together, because deep down you’ve convinced yourself that he would choose her in a heartbeat and you’d end up with a broken heart, because your feelings for him are more than just a physical attraction and it scares you that he might not return these feelings.

As you stare at Harry, you’re afraid this outburst just ruined all of your chances. That this is going to be the moment when he tells you to leave and never talk to him again and that will be the end of it. You’re bracing yourself for the worst, your insides trembling as he just keeps staring at you without a word and it’s making you lose your mind.

And then it all happens so fast.

One moment you’re about to start crying, the next he closes the distance between the two of you and his lips crash down against yours, hands grabbing onto the back of your thighs, urging you to jump and you obey blindly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses you like his life depends on it.

You forget everything you just unloaded on him, the only thing that matters is the way your body is pressed up against his, his fingers digging into your thighs, lips devouring yours and his tongue is classing against yours violently. He is rushed and wild, not holding himself back at all as he starts walking, but you’re too busy kissing him back to check where he is taking you.

A moment later your ass lands on something hard and when he pulls back, gasping for air, you realize that you’re sitting on top of his dining table.

“Y/N, I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. You’re making me go crazy. If you think that I could even look at another woman, you’re out of your mind.”

With a growl, he is back at attacking your lips and you can’t hold your moan back as he jerks you forward, your core meeting his groin and you can already feel him hardening in his pants. His hands rush to the top of the corset, but with his mouth on yours he can’t figure out how to get it off of you.

“This fucking… thing,” he breathes out, tearing himself away from you as he focuses on the corset.

“They are just like bra hooks,” you chuckle out of breath, showing him how to get it off. Once he gets the hang of it, he is quick to unhook the whole thing and it falls from around your abdomen, leaving you only in your sheer top. The corset has enough support that you don’t need a bra underneath, so your breasts are now on full display in front of his greedy eyes. For a few long minutes, he is just staring at you, his breathing still rapid and heavy and then his gaze snaps up to meet yours.

“And you were gonna meet another guy like this?”

“Well, I had the corset on, so—“

You don’t get to finish, he kisses you again, hard, and he is quick to rid you of that sheer top before his mouth moves down the column of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin until he reaches your breasts. He is leaning onto you so much that you’re almost lying on top of the table as his mouth covers your nipple, a deep moan rumbling through your chest at the feeling of his lips and tongue on you.

“Fuck! Oh my God,” you gasp for air, his hand kneading your other breast, pinching your nipple to rile you up more.

“Do you still want to meet your friend? You want to leave, Y/N?” he asks against your skin, eyes flickering up to you as he watches you come undone underneath him.

“No, I just want you!” you whine, so desperate for him like never before.

With a hand on your chest, he pushes you down until you’re actually lying on top of the table, he straightens up and takes a moment to just look at you, topless, completely gone for him. It’s a sight he could get used to for the end of time.

He takes off your boots, though mentally he is already thinking of the time he’ll fuck you in them and only them. Throwing to the side he unbuttons your pants and drags them off you, leaving you in only your simple black thong. It’s not as fancy as the one you had on last time you were here, but you couldn’t care less about your lingerie right now.

Feeling a bit too exposed with him still fully dressed, you involuntarily move an arm to cross over your chest, but he is quick to stop you, his hand wrapping around your wrist to keep it by your side.

“Don’t even think about covering up. I want to see what’s mine,” he growls and you gasp at his words.

His. You’re his.

“I want to see you too,” you beg him, maneuvering your hand until you can lace your fingers together with his, squeezing it.

Licking his lips, he leans down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach before he pulls back and takes his t-shirt off, revealing his naked torso with all the tattoos you want to trace with your fingers until you know them by heart. Keeping his gaze on you, he unbuttons his pants and takes his sweet time tugging them off, leaving him only in his boxer briefs, his cock deliciously hard against the elastic fabric.

Hooking his fingers into your underwear, he pulls them off of you, throwing it behind him before his hands push your knees apart, exposing you fully to him.

“This sweet little cunt has been stuck on my mind 24/7 these past weeks,” he murmurs, bringing a finger to your pussy, slowly running it between your wet folds, teasing you with how gentle he is when all you want is to be ruined by him. “I don’t want anyone else to even think about having you like this. I want to be the only one.”

“You are the only one!” you gasp, when he starts to draw circles to your sensitive clit, smearing your arousal across your soft skin.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N? Is that what you want?”

“Yes! Please!” you cry out, when he pushes one single finger into you, knowing how crazy he is driving you with not giving you what you want. Deep down you know it’s kind of a punishment.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, professor! Please, fuck me!”

“Good girl, knows exactly what I want to hear,” he smiles at you wickedly before he leans down and brings you joy with that perfect mouth of his.

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp, because he is not holding back on you, sucking and licking as if you were his favorite treat. Boys you’ve been with kind of just pretended like they knew what they were doing when they went down on you, but Harry is a fucking professional, could make you come with just his mouth and tongue in minutes.

You cry out in pain when he stops abruptly, but you don’t have much chance to protest, he scoops you up from the bed until you have your arms and legs wrapped around him and he takes you straight to his bedroom while you kiss him wherever you can reach, his neck, jawline, biting his earlobe gently before he throws you to his med, climbing on top of you, his lips crashing down against yours right away. Running your hands down his back, you grab onto his ass, bringing him closer to you, both of you moaning when his erection presses against your wet cunt.

“Impatient, huh?” he growls against your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“This foreplay needs to end,” you breathe out, making him chuckle, but it quickly turns into a moan, when you bring a hand to his crotch and palm him through his underwear. Hooking your fingers into the elastic, you drag it down just enough to free him and while your hand wraps around his cock, he gets rid of the last piece of clothing he was wearing. Holding himself up above you, his head falls forward, forehead resting against your chest as you start pumping him, imagining what it’ll feel like to finally have him inside of you.

Harry reaches to the nightstand and grabs a condom from the drawer. His cock slips out from your hold as he kneels up, tearing the package open with his teeth. He watches you intently as he rolls the condom on and you’re on the verge of passing out, that’s how badly you want him. This moment has been keeping you on the edge for so long now, it almost appears like another of your fantasies.

“I’m only doing this if you tell me you’re mine. I will not be sharing you with anyone, Y/N. I’m a very jealous man, if you haven’t realized it.”

He just stares down at you, his chest rising and falling heavily as he holds his cock with one hand, ready to finally take you.

“I’m yours. All yours,” you gasp, your hips buckling at the sight of him. He exhales sharply through this nose, his hand that’s not busy with his cock grabs onto your thigh and he digs his fingers into the trembling muscles.

“Fuck, you are ruining me, Y/N,” he breathes out as he lines himself up with you, but only pushes the head inside. He stops and then comes back on top of you, his chest pressing against yours as his lips capture your mouth in a searing kiss, his hips moving forward slowly as he fills you up entirely.

“Oh my God,” you moan into his mouth, his big, thick cock stretching your walls out slowly and he gives you time to adjust to his size, staying still as he kisses your face all over, murmuring sweet nothings as you focus on your breathing.

“You’re fucking perfect. So perfect for me, Y/N. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

His hand squeezes your hip, moving up your side and ribs, kneading your burning body as you finally feel confident that you’ll be able to take him.

“You can move,” you tell him, your voice barely more than just a whisper.

“I’m gonna start slow,” he tells you, his lips brushing against yours and you nod. “And then I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

Just as the words roll off his tongues, he pulls back and thrusts forward again, starting off in a slow rhythm just as he promised. You pull your knees up and hook a leg around his waist, your heel digging into his perky ass as the muscles keep flexing with his movements.

When you thought about this moment before, you were convinced you’d freak out at least a bit, feel like it’s all just a dream, but now that it’s actually happening, you’ve gone to a zone where nothing else exists, just you and Harry.

“Fuck, you’re so big, Harry,” you moan, when he starts to pick his pace up a bit, his hips slapping against yours in a sturdy rhythm.

“Bigger than you imagined, hm?” he growls into your neck before biting the soft skin under your jaw.

“So much bigger!”

Hooking an arm under your left leg, he lifts it until he can put it to his shoulder, reaching a whole new angle now, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N. It’s like you were made for me,” he moans, his stray curls falling to his forehead as he keeps pounding into you and he is so deep inside you with each thrusts that your orgasm is threatening to set you on fire sooner than it ever happened.

“Harry, I’m gonna come!” you warn him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Come for me, baby. Want to feel you come so I can give you more,” he urges you, his mouth capturing your lips in a greedy kiss and relief rips through your insides, your walls tightening around his cock as he keeps fucking you, even when you scream his name. “So fucking pretty, I want to see you like this every day,” he pants as you try to catch your breath and he stops for a bit, letting your leg drop from his shoulder so he can wedge himself fully onto you, kissing you deep and hard, still inside you.

You’re seeing stars, this was better than any fantasy you’ve had of him, and it’s not even over yet.

Harry pushes himself up and you whine painfully when his cock slips out of you. You’re still sensitive after your orgasm, but also ready to take whatever he is about to do to you.

“Turn around for me. I want to see that pretty ass,” he tells you as he sits back to his heels, giving you space to move. Your muscles protest as you roll over to your stomach, getting yourself up on all four, your ass sticking up to the air for him and Harry swears he has never seen anything prettier than that. Your delicious ass, your wet folds and pink, glistening pussy, waiting to be fucked just by him. He could cry.

“If only I knew you’ve been sitting on this ass in my class…” he sighs as he kneels up, his hands kneading your ass cheeks, admiring the view in front of him, even giving it a smack, making you gasp at the impact.

“What would have you done, professor?” you coo, glancing over your shoulder and you almost squirm as you see him there, behind you, watching you with a hunger in his eyes you’ve never seen.

“This,” he growls and with one swift movement, he thrusts into you.

Grabbing onto your hips he starts off in a quick pace this time, not bothering to build it up like before. Now he is going rough, his hips slapping against your ass every time his cock buried balls deep inside you.

“Go as hard as you want,” you pant, even though your thighs are aching and you just know his fingers are digging into you so harshly, you’ll have marks on you in the morning. But it doesn’t matter, all you want is to please him better than anyone has ever, to leave a mark in him so he’ll never forget you.

“Y/N,” he grunts as one of his hands come to your back and he pushes you down until your face presses into the pillow, your knees slipping out from underneath you, but you try to keep your ass up for him as he fucks you so good. He holds himself up on his hands on either side of your head and brings one of yours behind you until you reach his hips and hold onto him while he pounds into you relentlessly.

“Harry, I’m getting close again,” you gasp, feeling your second orgasm building up in the pit of your tummy.

At your words, he pushes himself up and off of you, but this time he pulls you with him, your back smacking against his chest, your skin sticking to his as your sweat mixes. He wraps his arms around your abdomen, the two of you working together to find the best position possible. You settle on his lap, arching your back so he can still go deep inside you, your head falls back to his shoulder and his hands come up to your breasts as he starts thrusting again.

“God, Y/N, I can’t fucking believe you,” he moans, sucking in your throat, your whole body shaking at this point. “You’re mine, all of you. Mine.”

“Yes, Harry! Oh my—Ah!” You reach behind him with one hand, grabbing onto his hair harshly while your other one comes to his thigh, the roughness of his hair feels so good underneath your palm, you dig your fingers into the muscles almost exactly where his tiger tattoo is.

“Come for me again, Y/N!” he grunts and you turn your head until your lips could meet his, just when your relief washes over you so suddenly, you forget to breathe for a moment. “Oh my God, I feel your pussy tighten around me, so fucking good,” he cries out and as you remember to breathe again, his thrusts fall out of rhythm and he comes, hard and loud, one hand groping your breast, the other one clasping your stomach as he holds onto you desperately, your mouths melting together, his moan becoming yours and vice versa.

At last, he stops moving, but stays inside of you, and once he has caught his breath, he starts peppering the side of your face, your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. You feel like a ragdoll, your limbs are sore and your pussy is completely destroyed, but you’ve also never felt better.

Harry carefully pulls his softening cock out of you, a whine slipping through your swollen lips as he maneuvers the two of you until you’re lying comfortably on the mattress.

“I know, I know,” he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets rid of the used condom, throwing it to the little bin next to his night stand before he cradles you into his arms and you gladly cuddle to his side, laying your head onto his chest. As you’re mindlessly drawing around his butterfly tattoo with your finger, a smirk tugs on your lips, growing wider and wider with each passing moment while Harry’s hand is gently rubbing your naked back. Lifting your head you look at him, your chest practically bursting from happiness.

“What got you so smiley?” he chuckles softly, his hand coming from your back to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“You.”

“Okay,” he smirks.

“So… what does all of this mean?” you ask the question that didn’t get discussed before he jumped at you.

“I’ve told you I’m not the type to do casual. I don’t want that with you either.”

“Then what do you want?” you ask cheekily.

“All of you,” he answers simply.

“So like… I would be your girlfriend?” you ask, feeling like a giddy teenager who is about to have her first boyfriend.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. I want you to be mine.”

“And you would be mine?”

“Absolutely,” he nods, a warm smile spreading across his face as he cranes his neck and you push yourself up until your lips meet in a sweet, chaste kiss. Laying your head back to his chest you sigh happily, you still haven’t wrapped your head entirely around everything that just happened, but it’s slowly settling inside you.

Your hand wanders down his stomach until you find his cock that’s already stiffening again. This man has the stamina of an athlete in his twenties, it’s unbelievable. Driven by a sudden idea, you push yourself up and straddle him with a coy smile.

“What are you doing, hm?” he hums, hands coming to rub your thighs on his sides. You wrap a hand around his cock to help him get fully hard as you bore your eyes into his.

“I want to do something. And I want to do it raw. I’m on the pill and I trust you,” you say, giving him the chance to protest. You would have told him to ditch the condom earlier, but you were so in the zone, you couldn’t have gotten a word out.

“I trust you too,” he nods and then watches you as you lift yourself up just enough to position him to your entrance and then you slowly ease yourself down, his cock filling you up again.

“I’m gonna spell out who my pussy belongs to,” you smirk, biting into your bottom lip as his eyebrows rise up curiously.

“Oh, yeah?” he chuckles and you nod. “Okay, let’s see then.”

You steady yourself, hands on his abdomen on either side of the butterfly tattoo before you start moving your hips carefully, a moan slipping through your lips from feeling him moving inside you.

“H…” he murmurs the first letter and you keep moving. “A...”

“Mhmm,” you giggle softly.

“R… R…”

“Very good,” you praise him, gasping as your walls tighten around him while you draw the last letter out with your hips.

“And… Y.”

“So, who does my pussy belong to?” you ask coyly, lying down on top of him, your chest pressing against his while he is still inside you. His arms come to wrap around you as you cup his face in your hands. Harry pulls his knees up and starts thrusting upwards, his uncovered cock gliding perfectly inside you.

“Mine,” he breathes out. “All mine.”

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