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Yes Sir! Capítulo 30

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 24 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo será todo dedicado a nossa querida Aurora porque ela merece, afinal é o aniversário da nossa protagonista 💗

NotaAutora: Perdão pela demora e Aproveitem o capítulo e não se esqueçam de comentar💗

AURORA

Acordei com o som insistente do interfone, como se o próprio aparelho estivesse determinado a me lembrar que, mesmo no meu aniversário, eu não teria sossego. Passei a mão no rosto, tentando afastar o sono e o humor de quem só queria hibernar na cama pelo menos até o meio-dia. Levantei, arrastando os pés até o interfone, já pensando em quem teria coragem de interromper meu dia tão cedo.

— Senhorita Aurora, há um entregador aqui — disse o porteiro, sua voz calma, rotineira. — Parece uma entrega especial de uma padaria.

— Eu não pedi nada.

— Ele disse que o pedido já foi pago! Quer que eu o mande subir?

— Ok! Pode deixar. — murmurei, ainda perplexa.

Quando abri a porta e recebi a embalagem nas mãos, meu coração acelerou, era padaria de Boston, Sweet Sunrise Bakery.

Minha padaria favorita.

A embalagem tinha aquele tom pálido de creme com bordas douradas, que sempre pareciam um detalhe caprichado demais para um café da manhã. Mas foi só abrir a tampa para encontrar os itens cuidadosamente dispostos: o croissant de chocolate com amêndoas, pãozinhos frescos e a pequena garrafa de café aromático que eu costumava pedir quando eu ia lá.

Era tudo o que eu gostava.

Sem pensar, peguei o celular e digitei uma mensagem para Gabriel.

"Você me mandou um café da manhã da Sweet Sunrise? Muito obrigado!"

A resposta veio rápida.

"Não fui eu, mas fico feliz! Feliz aniversário! Aproveite."

Senti um frio estranho na barriga, se não era Gabriel, quem era?

"Vocês mandaram café da manhã para mim? "

Mandei para Georgia e a resposta veio logo em seguida.

"Não! Você recebeu algo especial é?"

"Nada de mais, bjs"

Isso era realmente estranho, vasculhei a embalagem a procura de alguma pista, então um bilhete dobrado me aguardava, a caligrafia era pequena e cuidadosa, com as mãos trêmulas, desdobrei o papel.

"Espero que ainda se lembre da promessa. Feliz aniversário, docinho."

"Docinho."

Docinho?!

Apenas uma pessoa no mundo me chamava assim.

Por um instante, quase pude ouvir a voz dele, sussurrando.

Mas não… ele jamais faria isso.

Ele não podia…

Não! Não!

Como ele ousava?

Parte de mim queria jogar tudo fora, fazer a raiva valer alguma coisa, mas a outra parte de mim queria olhar para cada pedaço daquela surpresa, o café, o croissant, os pãezinhos e saborear-los  agradecida, eu não sabia dizer se estava mais confusa, irritada ou  pior ainda  esperançosa.

Porque, no fundo, uma parte de mim talvez, só talvez quisesse que ele cumprisse aquela promessa, mas promessas são só palavras vazias.

Eu fiquei ali, encarando o bilhete e sentindo o estômago apertar de angústia e saudade, tentando decidir se deveria ignorar aquilo ou me deixar sentir, mesmo que por um segundo, fechei os olhos, respirando fundo, o aroma do café trouxe uma pontada cruel de nostalgia, mesmo relutante, dei uma mordida pequena quase automática no croissant, mas o sabor trazia mais do que eu estava disposta a sentir, lembrei de todas as manhãs em que Harry sorria para mim, assim que eu acordava dizendo que passou na minha padaria favorita perto da casa dele, então aquele cheirinho delicioso de croissant surgia, enquanto o me olhava daquele jeito, como se eu fosse a pessoa mais importante do mundo, ele sempre sabia como me deixar feliz, de algum jeito ele também sabia como me fazer sentir segura.

Uma lágrima escapou antes que eu pudesse conter. Passei a mão rapidamente pelo rosto, tentando afastar esse momento de fraqueza. Eu não podia me deixar levar, não agora. Olhei para a comida à minha frente, respirei fundo, e antes que mudasse de ideia, joguei tudo no lixo.

Eu precisava focar em mim, no meu aniversário, eu tinha que dar um jeito no meu apartamento, ele estava infestado com coisas de bebês, caixas, sacolas, pilhas de roupas espalhadas. Meu peito se apertou ao olhar para aquilo tudo, era difícil admitir que me peguei sorrindo algumas vezes ao pegar aquelas roupinhas tão pequenas e me imaginar cuidando de uma vida que, querendo ou não, estava crescendo dentro de mim. Fui pegando as coisas aos poucos, empilhando tudo nos braços levando até o quarto de hóspedes, jogando as roupas de bebê, o berço, cada pedacinho de esperança que minha mãe havia trazido, eu não queria aceitar que a cada dia esse bebê era mais real, não queria sentir a felicidade de ser mãe.

O som do interfone me trouxe de volta.

— Senhorita Aurora, chegaram alguns presentes para a senhorita. São... são muitos — O porteiro, tinha um tom quase divertido na voz. — Onde quer que eu os deixe?

Presentes?

— Pode mandar subir, deixe na porta, por favor.

Quando abri, uma fileira de caixas, pacotes e balões esperava por mim, envolto em papel colorido, com fitas e laços, em cima de cada caixa, havia um bilhete pequeno.

É sério que ele iria insistir nisso?

Peguei o primeiro bilhete que vi. 

"Você merece todas as coisas boas que esse mundo tem a oferecer."

Por que ele tava fazendo isso comigo?

Ele sabia o quanto eu nunca me achei boa o bastante para qualquer coisa.

Meu olhar se fixou no próximo bilhete.

"Você merece tudo o que pensa que não merece, Aurora."

Meu coração batia mais forte, um desejo de rasgar cada pedaço daquele papel.

Eu o odiava por me fazer sentir isso.

Peguei o próximo:

"Sempre levarei você no meu coração, docinho."

E mais outro:

"Seja muito feliz! Eu sempre estarei torcendo por você."

Minhas mãos tremiam.

O último bilhete que consegui ler dizia:

"Obrigado por fazer meu mundo melhor."

Aquele foi o golpe final.

Meus ombros cederam, e as lágrimas desciam incontroláveis, por mais que eu tentasse negar, ele me conhecia melhor do que ninguém, sabia que as palavras quebrariam minhas defesas mesmo com todo o ódio que eu tentava manter. Limpei as lágrimas com pressa, recusando-me a ceder a esse sentimento. Peguei cada caixa, cada balão, empurrei tudo para dentro do quarto de hóspedes junto com as coisas do bebê, tranquei-a,  por um instante, fechei os olhos, desejando que nada daquilo fosse real.

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O vapor preenchia o banheiro enquanto eu me deixava relaxar na água morna. Fechei os olhos e respirei fundo, como se cada gota pudesse lavar o peso do que eu tinha sentido mais cedo, por um instante eu podia simplesmente... não pensar.

Não havia bilhetes.

Não havia saudades.

Apenas eu, a água quente, e o som suave da água caindo.

Saí do banho sentindo-me um pouco mais leve, como se tivesse deixado as emoções da manhã escorrerem pelo ralo.

Escolhi uma legging afinal minhas calças jeans já não me serviam mais, uma blusa longa e um casaco, agradecia de estar começando o inverno assim era muito mais fácil me esconder nas roupas, pentei o cabelo deixando-o solto, passei um toque de maquiagem sutil para cobrir o inchaço ao redor dos olhos, hoje eu queria estar linda para mim mesma, e talvez um pouco para Gabriel também, afinal ele me chamou para um almoço especial de aniversário.

Quando a campainha tocou, abri a porta, e lá estava ele, com aquele sorriso que me fazia esquecer todo o caos,  Gabriel vestia um moletom azul marinho e calça jeans. Ele me olhou de cima a baixo e vi seu sorriso se alargar.

— Uau, Aurora, você está linda. — Deixou um rápido selinho em meus lábios.

— Obrigada, vamos?

— Claro.

Tranquei a porta atrás de mim, entrelaçando meu braço no dele enquanto caminhávamos para o carro, eu não sabia ao certo o que Gabriel tinha planejado para o nosso almoço, mas o lugar que Gabriel escolheu era aconchegante e charmoso, um pequeno bistrô com luzes suaves e mesas de madeira, decorado com um estilo simples, mas acolhedor. Não era sofisticado, mas tinha um calor especial, Gabriel abriu a porta para mim, me guiando para uma mesa perto da janela, ele puxou a cadeira para mim, o que me fez sorrir de leve, assim que ele ocupou seu lugar à minha frente, notei seu olhar penetrante, enquanto corria os olhos pelo cardápio.

— Confia em mim? —  Ele fechou o menu de repente, me surpreendendo. — Posso escolher para nós dois? Prometo que vai ser bom.

— Tudo bem, eu vou confiar, então.

— Vou fazer valer a confiança, eu prometo.

— Murmurou, antes de  chamar o garçom e fazer o pedido, em voz baixa, sem revelar nada a mim.

Pouco depois, o garçom voltou com dois pratos com aromas deliciosos, meu prato era risoto de cogumelos cremoso, perfumado com ervas frescas, parecia delicioso, Gabriel me ofereceu o primeiro pedaço, ele pegou o garfo, trazendo um pedaço da comida até minha boca, hesitei mas aceitei, nossos olhares se cruzaram enquanto ele me servia,  por um instante, eu me senti estranha mas não de um jeito ruim era como se ele realmente me achasse especial, que me fez esquecer quem eu era ou o que eu costumava pensar sobre o amor.

— E então?

— Gabi… isso é incrível!

— Fico feliz que tenha gostado, eu pensei que você merecia algo especial. — Ele desviou o olhar por um instante, antes de completar. — Não é nada muito elaborado, mas…

— Mas nada, está perfeito.— Não consegui evitar de sorrir.

Entre conversas e risadas, ele continuava a me oferecer pedaços, eu também oferecia a ele, eu nunca tinha percebido como o simples ato de dividir a comida podia ser tão… íntimo.

— Espero que o casal esteja aproveitando o almoço. — O Garçom que nos atendeu apareceu em nossa mesa.

— Estamos, sim! Obrigado. — Pude ver o rosto corado de Gabriel ao responder.

Quando o garçom se afastou, Gabriel voltou a atenção para mim, com aquele sorriso travesso.

— O que foi? — perguntei, sem conseguir evitar o riso.

— Nada — ele disse, ainda sorrindo. — Só acho engraçado que tenhamos mesmo cara de casal.

— Acho que o fato de ficarmos dando comida na boca um do outro pode ter ter dado essa impressão.— falei, rindo.

— Talvez... Ás vezes… não sei, às vezes penso em você como… você sabe, minha namorada.

Meu coração acelerou, o sorriso desaparecendo aos poucos, aquela confissão, por mais sutil que fosse, despertou uma sensação que eu tentava sufocar.

— Gabi, eu… eu realmente gosto do que temos agora. É simples, está bom assim… não está?

Houve um breve silêncio Gabriel baixou o olhar, a mão deslizando levemente sobre o garfo, como se procurasse as palavras certas.

— Claro… claro, desculpa,  não queria te pressionar, só foi um comentário bobo.

— Está tudo bem, de verdade. — Coloquei minha mão sobre a dele, sentindo seu corpo relaxar sob meu toque. — Eu só… preciso de mais um pouco de tempo, entende? Mas quero que você saiba que eu estou curtindo muito estar com você, muito mesmo. — Olhei em seus olhos com toda a sinceridade que podia reunir.

— Aurora, eu espero o tempo que precisar.

Meu almoço de aniversário foi perfeito, embora o medo que se instalou quando ele falou sobre o namoro, mas todo resto estava simplesmente incrível,  Gabriel sabia como me fazer sentir especial, assim que chegamos ao meu prédio, a tranquilidade que eu sentia desmoronou.

— Ah, senhorita Aurora! — o porteiro me chamou assim que entrei no saguão. — Chegou mais alguns presentes para a senhorita. Um total de treze, na verdade.

Senti meu estômago se apertar

— Treze presentes? — Gabriel perguntou, claramente intrigado. — Uau!

— Teve mais pela manhã. — O porteiro comentou e eu quis socá-lo por isso.

— Alguém está realmente se esforçando. —Gabriel forçou uma risada.

— É... parece que alguém resolveu exagerar — Suspirei, tentando parecer indiferente.

Com a ajuda de Gabriel e do porteiro, fomos empilhando os presentes em meus braços. Gabriel pegou alguns também, mas pude sentir a curiosidade crescendo nele a cada segundo.

— Aurora, quem... quem enviou tudo isso? — Ele tentou manter o tom casual, logo que entramos no elevador.

— Eu... — Hesitei, tentando encontrar uma resposta que não levantasse mais suspeitas. — Minha família,  minha mãe gosta de exagerar nessas coisas de aniversário.

Ele riu, embora a expressão em seu rosto continuasse desconfiada, ao chegar à porta do meu apartamento, ele colocou os últimos presentes no chão e olhou para mim, ainda curioso.

— Bem, sua família realmente sabe como fazer você se sentir especial.

— É, eles são assim. — Menti.

O olhar dele passeou pelos presentes em cima da mesa, percebi que ele tentou pegar um dos bilhetes presos aos pacotes.

Antes que ele pudesse pegar puxei mais perto, pegando o bilhete junto.

Eu sabia que, se deixasse ele ver algum dos bilhetes, tudo ficaria mais complicado, precisava de uma desculpa.

— Então... — disse, virando-me para ele. — Eu preciso me arrumar para o jantar com minha família. Sabe como é.

Gabriel sorriu, ligeiramente desapontado, talvez por sentir que eu estava tentando encerrar o encontro de maneira bruta, mas eu não podia lidar com isso com ele aqui.

— Claro, claro... Não quero atrapalhar. — Ele deu um sorriso um pouco tímido. — A gente se vê depois.

Assenti, sentindo um aperto no peito ao vê-lo assim.

— Com certeza, vou deixar a chave reserva com você, quando chegar, eu quero encontrar uma comemoração digna, hein? — brinquei, tentando aliviar o clima e espantar a tensão do momento assim que dei a chave a ele.

— Pode deixar,  vou fazer com que seja o aniversário mais inesquecível de todos.— Ele se inclinou deixando um beijo em meus lábios.

Logo que Gabriel saiu, suspirei, exausta me virei para a pilha de presentes, reuni os pacotes, caminhei até o quarto de hóspedes, nem se quer me dando o trabalho de ler esses bilhetes idiotas desta vez. Fui colocando cada presente novo naquela pilha, um por um, ignorando-os, quando finalmente empurrei a última caixa para dentro, fechei a porta e travei,

então percebi o bilhete que eu tinha tirado da vista de Gabriel, ainda estava  entre meus dedos, com um suspiro, passei o polegar sobre o papel, sentindo o papel meio amassado antes de abri-lo.

"1 presente para cada ano que você iluminou o mundo, você continua sendo importante para mim."

Fechei os olhos, tentando controlar a onda de raiva que subia no peito, mas era impossível.

— Importante?  Tão importante que ele nem se quer sabe quantos anos estou fazendo! São 24 anos! Porra! Eu estou fazendo 24 anos, seu idiota! — Gritei jogando o pequeno papel longe.

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Me olhava no espelho dando uma última conferida no meu look de aniversário, escolhi um vestido vermelho de manga longa, justo o suficiente para parecer elegante, mas discreto o bastante para disfarçar a barriga. Adicionei uma meia-calça preta para o frio, botas marrons escuras e um casaco de lã que caia até a altura dos joelhos, brincos dourados  e o batom vermelho era a última camada de confiança que coloquei para encarar o jantar.

Georgia surgiu à porta, observando-me com seu sorriso de canto cheio de ironia.

— Você tá pronta, aniversariante? — perguntou, mas seu olhos logo foram para celular ao meu lado. — Quem tá te mandando mensagem? A Lily?

— Não, é... um cara que eu tô saindo. — Dou de ombros, tentando parecer casual. — Lembra do cara da loja de móveis? Então, ele meio que era da minha sala, uma longa história.

— O cara da loja? Olha só! Finalmente você tá saindo com alguém! — Ela sorriu parecia genuinamente feliz. — Quero saber todos os detalhes.

— Eu vou, depois, mas, ��, não vai contando pro papai, tá? Você sabe como ele é.

— Seu segredo está seguro comigo. — Ela balançou a cabeça, concordando.

Minha mãe apareceu à porta, chamando nossa atenção com um sorriso acolhedor.

— Meninas, está na hora. Vamos?

Georgia e eu trocamos um último olhar antes de segui-la.

O restaurante escolhido pelo meu pai era um dos mais renomados da cidade, até meio óbvio, localizado no topo de um prédio com uma vista de tirar o fôlego.

Nós nos acomodamos em uma mesa reservada para a noite, com vista direta para as ruas movimentadas lá embaixo. O garçom apareceu rapidamente, deixando um cardápio luxuoso em nossas mãos. Georgia, ao meu lado, admirava o ambiente, enquanto meu pai, já analisava o cardápio com olhar meticuloso.

Escolhemos pratos dignos de um restaurante Michelin. Para começar, vieiras grelhadas com emulsão de limão siciliano e lâminas de trufas. O aroma era delicado, o sabor  impecável, mas o silêncio em nossa mesa era constrangedor.

— Estive conversando com o reitor sobre o seu progresso na faculdade. — Meu pai lançou um olhar para mim. — Ele me disse que suas notas estão subindo novamente, já estava na hora.

Não era um elogio, exatamente, mas também não era uma crítica, então decido aceitar.

— Obrigada.

Por um momento, acho que vi um resquício de orgulho nos olhos dele, mas foi rapidamente substituído por sua expressão usual, rígida.

— Isso é ótimo, Aurora, estou feliz por você estar conseguindo conciliar tudo. —  Minha mãe tinha um sorriso caloroso .

— Tenho tido ajuda para estudar… isso tem feito muita diferença.

— O reitor mencionou algo curioso, parece que há rumores sobre um professor da sua universidade envolvido com uma aluna.— Suspirou recostando-se na cadeira com uma expressão pensativa. — Por acaso você está ciente dos boatos?

Por um instante, senti minha espinha congelar.

— Um professor com uma aluna? — Minha mãe, ergueu as sobrancelhas, horrorizada. — Que absurdo! Não consigo imaginar um comportamento mais inadequado.

— Ah, pai, boatos assim surgem o tempo todo... é provável que alguém tenha exagerado só para causar um pouco de drama, sabe como é. — Ri, tentando parecer despreocupada. — As pessoas adoram uma fofoca. — Acrescentei, torcendo para que ele se contentasse com a resposta.

O garçom acabou aparecendo no momento certo,  interrompendo a conversa ao anunciar o próximo prato: um filé de wagyu, perfeitamente selado e acompanhado de purê de batatas trufado e vegetais assados em manteiga de ervas.

— Que tal falarmos de outro assunto? — Georgia sugeriu

— Isso! — Concordei.

— Já contou ao pai da criança, sobre sua gravidez? Ou vai preferir que eu interfira?

A comida pareceu ficar ainda mais difícil de engolir.

Meu pai estava realmente determinado a estragar meu jantar.

— Vou contar, pai, eu só preciso de mais tempo. — Tentei manter o controle, mas o peso de suas palavras me deixa desconfortável.

Ele respirou fundo, cruzando os braços sobre a mesa, sem desviar o olhar.

— É bom mesmo que conte logo, porque se acha que vou deixar o sujeito que engravidou a minha filha sair ileso, está muito enganada ou você resolve isso logo ou eu vou ir até onde for necessário para encontrar esse rapaz, se precisar, vou atrás dele até no inferno.

Um silêncio tenso pairou sobre a mesa, enquanto tentava conter a lágrimas.

— Lion, é o aniversário dela, hoje não é o momento para isso, por favor. — Minha mãe colocou a mão encima da dele suplicando.

— Tudo bem. —  Cedeu mesmo com o olhar rígido. — Falamos disto depois.

O jantar terminou com direito a um pequeno bolo de chocolate e um parabéns dos funcionários do restaurante e alguns presentes caros demais para apenas uma universitária, depois eles me levam de volta ao apartamento, ao chegarmos à porta, minha mãe segurou minhas mãos.

— Querida, desculpe pelo seu pai, você sabe como ele é.

— Tudo bem. — Menti.

— Nós precisamos voltar ainda hoje, mas prometemos voltar em breve, afinal, logo teremos nosso primeiro netinho. — Sua mão acariciou minha barriga.

  — Cuida de você, tá? E qualquer coisa, me liga. — Georgia me abraçou.

—  Cuide-se, Aurora. — Meu pai me deu um abraço breve.

Fiquei parada ali, vendo-os ir embora, suspirando aliviada por finalmente ter acabado, entrei no prédio, acenei para o porteiro com um sorriso leve. No elevador, tentei espantar o peso do dia, pelo menos nas próximas horas, teria uma chance de me divertir e me sentir uma universitária comum, como nos velhos tempos. Assim que girei a chave e entrei no apartamento, fui recebida por uma explosão de cores e energia, balões em tons pastel e prateado estavam espalhados pelo chão e presos nas paredes, uma faixa de “Feliz Aniversário” enfeitava a entrada da sala, enquanto serpentinas coloridas desciam do teto, e um arranjo de flores vibrantes ocupava a mesa de centro. As luzes estavam baixas, com algumas lâmpadas decorativas criando um brilho aconchegante e acolhedor.Rostos familiares me esperavam, Gabriel estava no balcão da cozinha, rindo de algo que Josh dizia, enquanto Lily veio correndo ao meu encontro.

— Parabéns! Amiga. —Ela me deu um abraço apertado. — Gostou? — Perguntou, com um brilho no olhar.

— Sim! Ficou tudo tão incrível, eu amei.

— Então, vamos aproveitar.  — Me puxou para o meio da sala.

A música começou a tocar mais alto, preenchendo o ambiente com uma batida animada, um cheiro delicioso de pizza se misturava ao perfume doce das flores, no balcão da cozinha estava o tradicional “drink especial” da Lily, com um toque de frutas frescas e guarda-chuvinhas coloridos. Minha casa parecia outra, cheia de vida e energia, era como se cada detalhe tivesse sido pensado para me fazer sentir especial e eu mal conseguia parar de sorrir.

Eu não esperava tanta gente, mas havia algo nessa bagunça animada que me fazia sentir viva. Meu aniversário estava acontecendo ali, naquele momento, eu não queria pensar em nada que pudesse me puxar para baixo. Passei um bom tempo aproveitando a festa. Dancei com meus amigos, ri com eles, comemos e jogamos, eu realmente estava aproveitando e por algumas horas esqueci de todas as coisas que me atormentavam.

— Ei, Aurora. —  Senti uma mão pousar suavemente na minha cintura.

Me virei e dei de cara com Gabriel, que estava ainda mais bonito do que eu me lembrava. Talvez fosse o efeito dos hormônios, ou talvez fosse só o fato de eu estar realmente afim dele naquele momento, mas, com aquele sorriso suave e encantador, ele conseguiu desarmar qualquer resistência minha.

— Posso roubar a aniversariante por um tempo? — ele perguntou, antes que eu pudesse protestar, já segurando minha mão com delicadeza.

— Claro eu sou toda sua.

Meu coração acelerou enquanto ele me guiava pela sala, nos afastando do resto da festa até entramos no meu quarto

— Estava te esperando a noite toda, sabia? 

— E o que você faria se eu dissesse que eu também estava esperando por isso? —  Respondi, me aproximando um pouco mais.

Ele riu, senti minha respiração falhar quando ele segurou meu rosto com as mãos, deslizando os dedos em minha pele.

— Aurora... — ele sussurrou, o olhar intenso, como se estivesse gravando cada detalhe de mim. — Tenho algo pra você.

Ele se afastou, tirando uma caixinha de veludo do bolso, ele abriu-a lentamente, revelando um colar delicado com um pingente de coração prateado, eu mal conseguia acreditar na perfeição do presente, ele era tão atencioso.

— É lindo.

— Agora você vai carregar um pedacinho de mim, onde quer que vá.

Enquanto ele se inclinava para colocar o colar, senti a respiração prender quando seus dedos roçaram a pele do meu pescoço, seu toque  deixou um rastro de calor que parecia irradiar por todo o meu corpo.

—  Gabriel… nem sei como agradecer. —  Sussurrei, a voz um pouco trêmula, sentindo o metal frio sob os dedos.

— Você sabe o quanto eu gosto de você, não sabe? Isso aqui é real para mim.

Essas palavras me acertaram em cheio, tudo o que pude fazer foi assentir, sentindo o coração disparado, eu queria responder, mas eu não sabia o que dizer então me inclinei  sentindo aqueles lábios macios mais uma vez, aos poucos, o beijo ficou mais intenso, eu mal conseguia respirar, mas também não queria parar,   Gabriel foi me guiando entre o beijo ate me deitar na cama, senti o colchão macio nas costas enquanto ele se posicionava sobre mim.

Eu estava me perdendo completamente nele, as mãos dele desceu para minha cintura tentando  explorar meu corpo, senti um frio na barriga, uma mistura de medo e ansiedade, sem saber o que fazer, tomei a mão dele e a direcionei delicadamente para o meu seio direito.

— Aqui. —  murmurei, enquanto acariciava sua palma, guiando-a apalpar ainda mais firme, tentando esconder a insegurança que sentia.

A cada movimento, eu sentia um arrepio diferente,  uma parte de mim ainda estava tensa, com receio de que ele descobrisse, mas  sensações que ele me proporcionava me deixava sem fôlego fazendo esquecer rapidamente qualquer coisa, eu podia sentir ele entre minha pernas, duro, se movendo contra mim e agora eu desejava que o momento nunca terminasse.

Os lábios dele deslizaram pelo meu pescoço, um suspiro escapou de meus lábios antes que eu pudesse me conter, eu mal conseguia processar a intensidade do que estava sentindo, eu precisava de mais.

Eu queria ele.

Eu precisava dele.

Mas então, a porta entreabriu com um ruído leve e ouvimos uma risada suave.

— Nossa… Me desculpem , volto depois. — Era Lily, cobrindo os olhos com um sorriso brincalhão que mal conseguia disfarçar.

— Isso!  — Falei frustada, mas Gabriel riu, saindo de cima de mim.

— Tudo bem, acho melhor voltarmos para a festa.— Ele afastou uma mecha do meu cabelo, me encarando por mais um segundo, antes de me ajudar a levantar.

Eu e Gabriel trocamos um olhar, entre sorrisos e respirações ofegantes, a essa altura Lily já tinha nos deixados nós a sós de novo.

— Depois a gente continua. —  Ele sussurrou com um sorriso malicioso. — Mas você pode ir na frente eu vou precisar de mais alguns minutos.

— Tudo bem. — Eu ri, olhando para o enorme problema que estava entre suas pernas.

Ainda sentia o gosto do beijo e o calor do toque dele, quando passei pela porta ajeitando minha roupa. Voltei para a sala, onde a música ainda pulsava e a animação se espalhava pelo apartamento.

— Desculpa mesmo atrapalhar vocês, mas o vizinho do 206 apareceu e tava meio irritado, ele reclamou do barulho.

— Talvez a gente deva dar uma desacelerada. — Não queria que a festa fosse interrompida, mas também não queria causar mais problemas. — Eu vou lá pedir desculpas.

— Não demora.

O corredor agora parecia mais silencioso, eu estava prestes a bater na porta do senhor Hippie quando meu corpo congelou, como se um imã me prendesse ali, imóvel, por um segundo, quase acreditei que fosse um sonho ou pior, um pesadelo.

Ele estava ali, de pé, como uma miragem de algo que eu não sabia se queria ou odiava.

Não deveria, não poderia ser ele... não hoje, não no dia que eu passei tanto tempo tentando esquecer.

Eu respirei fundo, tentando encontrar alguma força para me mover, mas tudo o que saiu foi uma voz fraca e trêmula.

— Você... O  que você está fazendo aqui? Eu disse para nunca mais aparecer.

Ele desviou o olhar, como se fosse incapaz de me encarar. Mas então, seus olhos encontraram os meus, profundos e inabaláveis, senti que o chão estava sumindo sob meus pés.

— Eu não vim aqui pra me desculpar, Aurora, eu não vim pra pedir perdão ou pra dizer que sinto sua falta. Você já sabe disso.

Ela sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo. Eu queria odiá-lo por estar ali, por fazer meu coração bater mais rápido.

— Então por que veio? Porquê enviou aqueles presentes? E aliás, você me enviou vinte e três presentes, Harry, mas eu completei vinte e quatro anos. Você nem sequer se deu ao trabalho de lembrar quantos anos eu tenho e  ainda diz que sou importante para você?

Ele sorriu, sua mão foi até o bolso e de lá tirou uma pequena caixinha.

— Este era o último presente, eu ia deixar na sua porta e ir embora, mas, por algum motivo, você apareceu.

Olhei para a caixinha nas mãos dele, uma onda de emoções esmagou o pouco de controle que eu ainda tinha.

— Por que não mandou junto com os outros? Por que precisa transformar isso num espetáculo?

— Porque... Esse é especial.

As palavras dele me atingiram com força, meu peito se apertou, a dor era quase insuportável.

— Eu... eu não entendo você, Harry. — Minha garganta apertada de dor. —  O que espera que eu faça com tudo isso?

— Aurora, eu só queria que você fosse feliz hoje. Que, por um dia, você se sentisse especial, porque você é. Mesmo que a gente... Mesmo que tudo tenha sido tão complicado. Eu só queria fazer isso por você.

—  E eu deveria ser grata por isso? — A cada palavra, sentia o gosto amargo da exaustão. — Por você entrar e sair da minha vida quando quer, por me deixar aos pedaços e depois voltar com esses gestos vazios? Eu não aguento mais isso, Harry. — Ele tentou dar outro passo, mas levantei a mão, parando-o. — Por que você continua fazendo isso?  Eu já deixei claro que não quero você na minha vida. Por que insiste em cumprir essa promessa idiota, uma promessa que eu nunca te pedi para fazer? Eu não quero isso! Eu não quero mais nada com você. — Ele ficou em silêncio, me observando.  — Por que você não consegue me deixar ir? — Continuei, a voz quase um sussurro. — Era só fingir que nada aconteceu. Por que tem que complicar tudo? Por que não pode simplesmente me deixar em paz?

— Aurora, eu realmente não esperava te encontrar aqui. Eu... eu só vim pra deixar o presente e ir embora. Não era minha intenção trazer mais dor pra você. — Sua se tornou um sussurro. — Tudo o que eu fiz foi porque queria te ver sorrir, mesmo que de longe. Eu sei que você tem motivos pra me odiar, sei que tudo o que fiz até agora só te magoou, eu sei o que isso custou pra você  e pra mim também, mas eu nunca quis te ver assim, nunca quis que você sofresse. Hoje, eu só queria sentir que fiz algo bom por você, Aurora. Mesmo que você nunca me perdoe, só hoje... será que a gente pode esquecer tudo? Só por um instante? Porque, mesmo que você me odeie amanhã, eu não quero que seu aniversário termine assim, com tanta mágoa entre nós.

De repente, ele deu um passo à frente, antes que eu pudesse reagir, seus braços me envolveram, puxando-me para o seu peito, no instante em que Harry me puxou para aquele abraço, senti meu mundo parar. O calor do corpo dele contra o meu era como uma âncora, me mantendo firme quando tudo dentro de mim parecia estar prestes a desmoronar. Ele estava tão perto que eu conseguia sentir seu coração batendo rápido, cada pulsação ressoando dentro de mim, sua mão subiu até minha nuca, os dedos deslizando com uma ternura que doía, que me lembrava do quanto eu queria, desesperadamente, ficar ali.

Como eu poderia admitir que toda vez que toda vez que ele me abraçava tudo que eu queria era que ele nunca mais me soltasse.

Fechei os olhos, odiando a mim mesma por querer tanto aquele toque, por ainda amar alguém que tantas vezes me feriu, que tantas vezes me fez duvidar de mim mesma, mas eu não queria que ele me soltasse, eu me afundei naquele abraço, na familiaridade do seu perfume, na respiração que eu conhecia tão bem,  eu queria que aquele momento durasse para sempre.

Sua mão subiu, deslizando até segurar meu rosto, eu não sabia ao certo se ele estava me segurando ou se era eu que precisava dele para não me desfazer ali mesmo, senti a testa dele se encostar na minha, os olhos fechados, as respirações em sincronia, eu sabia que, por mais que tentasse, não conseguiria desviar daquele momento. Minha garganta apertou, as palavras começaram a se formar antes que eu pudesse contê-las, cada sílaba carregando um pouco da verdade que estava sufocada dentro de mim.

— Harry... eu queria... eu queria te contar... Eu... Eu estou...

Como eu poderia dizer?

Como encontrar coragem para confessar algo que poderia mudar tudo entre nós?

Antes que eu me decidisse, senti uma lágrima escorrer pelo meu rosto, se misturando ao toque dele.

Uma parte de mim queria que ele entendesse, que ele percebesse o que eu carregava dentro de mim,  que eu ainda tinha uma parte dele comigo, uma parte que, por mais que eu tentasse, não conseguia renunciar, mas eu tinha medo.

— Eu estou grata! Por isso… por tudo, Harry. — Era o máximo que eu consegui dizer.

Ele ergueu a mão, com um carinho quase insuportável, limpou minha lágrima com o polegar.

— Não era para você chorar, Aurora. —  Sua voz estava suave, ele me segurou ainda mais firme. — Eu só queria que você tivesse um dia inesquecível, como eu prometi que faria.

Suas palavras me atravessaram, por um momento, senti uma felicidade estranha e dolorosa.

Ele ainda se importava, de alguma forma, ele ainda se importava.

— Mas eu estou feliz. —  murmurei, sem saber se dizia aquilo para ele ou para mim mesma. — Hoje, aqui... Com você, eu estou feliz.

E era verdade.

Naquele abraço, naquele instante, eu conseguia acreditar nisso.

Ele ficou em silêncio por um tempo, eu senti o rosto dele se inclinar até nossos narizes se tocarem, eu sabia que aquele momento estava prestes a terminar, a dor disso era quase insuportável.

Harry inspirou fundo e me afastou um pouco, apenas o suficiente para olhar nos meus olhos.

— Eu preciso ir…

Eu queria pedir para ele ficar, queria dizer que poderíamos fazer dar certo, que talvez fosse possível, mas sabia que as palavras não viriam.  Ele se afastou devagar, ainda segurando minha mão, como se também não quisesse deixar aquele instante se dissipar. Por um segundo, nossos dedos ficaram entrelaçados, ele me olhou uma última vez, seus olhos me segurando por mais um momento, então, ele soltou minha mão deixando a pequena caixa, se virou e foi  embora.

Fiquei ali, sozinha, vendo-o desaparecer no corredor, com o vazio que me rasgava por dentro, um presente frio na minha mão e minha alma em pedaços

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Crave pt 4 — sneak peek

Harry Styles is a mysterious, well-respected professor, known for his intellect and intensity. Y/N is his student, ambitious but with a hidden side. She’s confident, though a bit reckless. 

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Their breaths mingled, hot and unsteady, as they remained locked in place, staring at each other, caught in the aftermath of the kiss that had shattered every unspoken rule. Harry’s hand was still at her jaw, his fingers grazing her skin, while Y/N’s hands remained tangled in the fabric of his shirt, holding him as if letting go would break whatever spell had brought them here.

The pause was delicate, a chance to pull back, but neither of them moved. Instead, Harry’s gaze dipped lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the soft line of her collarbone. There was something in her eyes that made it impossible for him to look away, a spark that matched the one igniting inside him. He knew he should stop, that he should step away before this went further, before they crossed the line entirely. But her skin was so warm beneath his touch, her scent intoxicating, filling his senses with a quiet, inescapable lure.

Y/N’s fingers tightened in his shirt, her chest brushing against his, pulling him back to the present, grounding him in the reality of the moment. Her lips were still parted, her breath shallow as she looked up at him, waiting, daring him to make the next move.

Harry swallowed, his voice hushed and rough. “Y/N… I don’t think I can…”

But she cut him off, her hands reaching up to cup his face, her thumb brushing lightly across his cheek as she pulled him down to her again, sealing his words with another kiss. This time, it was different—deeper, more desperate, as though the floodgates had finally broken. Every restraint he’d held onto slipped through his fingers as she pressed against him, her body fitting against his like it was meant to be there, igniting a fire that neither of them could ignore.

They stumbled backward, barely making it to the edge of the desk, his hands gripping her waist, fingers pressing into her as though afraid she’d disappear. He could feel her heartbeat through his fingertips, her warmth against him, and it felt like nothing else mattered, nothing else existed beyond this moment.

Y/N’s hands found his shoulders, slipping beneath the collar of his shirt, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, trailing soft, lingering kisses along her skin, savoring the way she gasped, the way her hands tightened in his hair as he pulled her closer, letting the pent-up tension between them unravel into something real, something uncontainable.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Harry's dark curls as their kiss deepened. His muscular arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against his body.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Y/N murmured against his lips, even as she pressed closer.

"Do you want me to stop?" Harry's voice was low and husky. His piercing gaze searched her face.

Y/N hesitated, desire warring with her sense of propriety. "No," she admitted softly.

With a groan, Harry lifted her onto his desk, scattering papers to the floor. His lips traced a scorching path down her neck as his hands roamed her body.

Y/N gasped as Harry's fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse. "What if someone hears us?"

"My office hours are over," he assured her, trailing kisses along her collarbone. "No one will disturb us."

She arched into his touch, thoughts of consequences fading as passion consumed her. Their remaining clothes were quickly discarded.

Harry's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour with reverent intensity. Y/N arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers trailed fire across her skin. The air around them crackled with electricity, charged with the pent-up desire that had finally found its release.

Harry reveled in the sensation of Y/N's soft skin against his, his hands exploring her. The scent of her perfume, a delicate mix of jasmine and vanilla, filled his senses, intoxicating him further. He trailed kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin and the way she shivered under his touch.

The desk creaked under their combined weight as they fell into the intensity of fevered passion. Y/N moaned his name, her inhibitions melting away like snow under the noonday sun...

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Severus snape x reader. She just find ou that she’s pregnant? And didn’t know how to say it to Severus.

Title: New Hope

Warning: none... exept stressed reader I guess...

Words Count: 2000+

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Y/N Snape had never imagined that standing amidst the lush greenhouses of Hogwarts, surrounded by the vibrant life of magical plants, she would feel so utterly lifeless herself. For weeks now, she had felt a gnawing sense of fatigue, the kind that no amount of rest could cure. Her usually nimble fingers, once adept at trimming and caring for the delicate blooms and exotic roots, felt heavy, sluggish. Nausea had become a familiar visitor, creeping up on her with increasing frequency.

At first, she dismissed it as overwork, perhaps an accidental inhalation of some stray pollen or spore. But when the dizziness grew so severe that she had to excuse herself from her third-year class, Y/N knew it was time to seek Madam Pomfrey’s guidance. She wasn’t one to visit the hospital wing lightly, but something was clearly wrong.

Now, sitting on the edge of a bed in the pristine, sterile room, she anxiously awaited Madam Pomfrey’s return. The soft hum of the enchanted ceiling above, designed to soothe patients with a gentle twilight glow, did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Severus was busy in his dungeons, likely unaware that she had even left the greenhouse, and Y/N couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread building in her chest.

When Madam Pomfrey finally entered, her expression unreadable, Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, Professor Snape,” Madam Pomfrey began, her tone gentle but professional, “I’ve reviewed the results of the tests I performed.”

Y/N leaned forward slightly, her hands clenching in her lap. “Is it… is it serious?”

Pomfrey’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Not in the way you might think.” She paused for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully before continuing. “You’re pregnant, Y/N.”

For a heartbeat, Y/N didn’t react. The word hung in the air like a foreign concept, something distant and impossible. Pregnant? She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. Her mind raced through the possibilities, the implications.

“You’re sure?” she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pomfrey nodded, her eyes warm with understanding. “Quite sure. Based on the symptoms you’ve described and the tests I ran, I’d estimate you’re about ten weeks along.”

Y/N felt the world tilt around her, as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Pregnant. She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. This was real. This was happening.

“I… I didn’t expect this,” she murmured, more to herself than to Pomfrey. “I didn’t even think… Severus and I… we never talked about having children...”

The weight of those words settled heavily in her chest. Severus. How would she tell him? They had been married for nearly two years now, and though their bond was strong, they had never once discussed starting a family. In fact, she vividly recalled Severus’s past comments about children—his distaste for their unpredictability, his general discomfort around them. He had always preferred the solitude of his potions lab, the quiet precision of his work. A child would shatter that carefully constructed world.

Would he even want this? Would he be angry? Disappointed?

“I don’t know how to tell him,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “What if… what if he doesn’t want this baby?”

Pomfrey’s gaze softened with sympathy. “Y/N, I can’t speak for Severus, but I do know that he loves you deeply. Whatever his feelings about children may have been in the past, this is different. This is your child. His child.”

Y/N nodded, but the anxiety still twisted tightly in her chest. She thanked Pomfrey quietly before slipping out of the hospital wing, her mind spinning with the weight of the news she now carried.

The following days passed in a blur. Y/N moved through her classes on autopilot, her mind always half-distracted, her heart heavy with the secret she held. Each evening, she would sit with Severus in their private quarters, sharing quiet meals, but the words she so desperately needed to say remained lodged in her throat. She couldn’t find the courage to tell him, not yet.

It was during one of these particularly restless days that Minerva McGonagall caught her lingering outside the Great Hall, her eyes distant as students bustled past her. Y/N had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the Transfiguration professor approaching until Minerva’s voice broke through the haze.

“Y/N, dear, you look a bit peaky. Is everything all right?”

Y/N blinked and forced a smile, though she could tell by the narrowing of Minerva’s eyes that it wasn’t convincing. “I’m fine, really. Just… tired.”

Minerva’s lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp gaze piercing through Y/N’s weak facade. “You’ve been looking more than tired lately. I’ve seen you lost in thought during meals, and you’ve barely spoken to anyone. What’s going on?”

Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. She trusted Minerva, perhaps more than anyone at Hogwarts aside from Severus. But saying the words aloud—admitting the truth—felt too terrifying.

Minerva, however, was not one to let things lie. She stepped closer, her voice softening. “Y/N, I’ve known you for many years as one of my student then as a colleague and friend. I can see that something is troubling you. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes before she could stop them. She hadn’t realized just how much she had been holding back, how much the weight of this secret had been wearing on her.

“I… I’m pregnant, Minerva,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Minerva’s sharp intake of breath was immediate, her eyes widening in surprise. “Pregnant?” she repeated, her voice filled with astonishment. “That’s… well, that’s wonderful news, my dear!”

Y/N shook her head, wiping at her eyes with trembling hands. “I don’t know if it is. Severus… he doesn’t like children. We’ve never talked about having them. I’m terrified that he won’t want this baby.”

Minerva’s expression softened with understanding as she gently placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, Y/N,” she said quietly. “I can understand why you’re afraid. But Severus loves you. And love has a way of changing even the most stubborn of minds.”

Y/N sniffled, but the knot of fear in her chest remained tight. “What if he doesn’t want it, Minerva? What if he resents me for this?”

Minerva squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Give him a chance. He may surprise you. You’ve brought so much light into his life already, Y/N, you've chnager him in so many ways. A child… it could be a new kind of hope for him.”

Though her words were kind, Y/N still couldn’t shake the lingering fear. She thanked Minerva for her support, but as the days passed, her anxiety only seemed to grow.

It was three days later when Y/N was summoned to Albus Dumbledore’s office. She had been sitting in the greenhouse, mindlessly trimming the leaves of a Flutterby Bush, when a house-elf appeared with a note requesting her presence. Her heart sank immediately. Had Dumbledore somehow found out? Did he know?Did Minerva told him?

When she entered the Headmaster’s office, the usual warm glow of the room seemed more oppressive than welcoming. Fawkes let out a soft trill from his perch, but Dumbledore himself was quiet, watching her with those piercing blue eyes from behind his desk.

“Y/N, please sit,” he said, his voice kind yet commanding.

She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she folded them in her lap. Dumbledore watched her for a moment, the silence stretching on before he finally spoke.

“There is something weighing heavily on your mind, my dear,” he said softly. “I have seen it in your eyes these past few days. Would you care to share what troubles you?”

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t know how to explain the storm of emotions inside her. But this was Albus Dumbledore—he had a way of knowing, even when she didn’t want to say anything at all.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, the confession falling from her lips like a weight she could no longer carry alone.

Dumbledore’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm, thoughtful. “I see,” he said gently. “And this news troubles you.”

She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “We all know that Severus doesn’t like children.Plus we’ve never talked about having them. I’m afraid… I’m afraid he won’t want this.”

Dumbledore leaned forward, his hands clasped together atop his desk. “Severus Snape is a man of many complexities, Y/N. But if there is one thing I know about him, it is that he values you above all else. This child may be unexpected, but love has a way of blossoming even in the most unlikely of places.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, her fears still gnawing at her heart. “What if he doesn’t want to be a father? What if this ruins everything between us, everything we've built during those last two years?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with that familiar warmth as he spoke, his voice filled with the wisdom of someone who had seen more than most. “Severus has spent much of his life building walls around his heart, but you, my dear, have already found a way through those walls. This child will not tear you apart—it will bring you closer.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes once again, and this time, she didn’t try to stop them. “I don’t know how to tell him,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Tell him the truth. Trust in the love you share. And remember, Y/N, that life is not a series of planned events, but rather a garden full of unexpected blooms. This child is a gift—a new beginning.”

That night, Y/N finally found the courage to tell Severus.

They were sitting by the fire in their quarters, the soft crackling of the flames filling the space between them. Severus was reading, his sharp eyes focused on the text before him, but Y/N could barely concentrate on the warmth of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands clammy with nerves.

“Severus” she began, her voice trembling slightly. He looked up from his book, his dark eyes immediately locking onto hers with concern.

“What is it love?” he asked, setting the book aside.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I… I have something to tell you.”

Severus’s brow furrowed, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. “Are you unwell?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

She shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…gosh this so hard to say.... I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, the words hung in the air between them, heavy and uncertain. Severus stared at her, his expression unreadable, and Y/N’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had expected him to say something, to react, but he was silent, his gaze fixed on her as if he were processing the information.

Then, slowly, Severus rose from his seat and crossed the room to her, kneeling down in front of her so that they were eye-level. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her face.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re pregnant?”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she searched his face for any sign of rejection, any hint that he didn’t want this.

But instead, she saw something she hadn’t expected—joy.

Severus’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, his dark eyes softening as he looked at her. “You're carying....A child,” he murmured, almost in disbelief. “Our child.”

Y/N let out a choked sob, relief flooding her as she leaned into his touch.”I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sonner, I was so afraid you wouldn’t want this,” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I know you don’t like children, and I didn’t know how you’d feel about—”

Severus silenced her with a soft kiss, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.

“I don't like children who aren't when they are insufferable eleven years old students...I never thought I could have something like this,” he said quietly. “A family. With you.”

Y/N smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love for the man who had once seemed so distant, so unreachable. “Are you… are you happy about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Severus’s smile widened, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes—a hope she had never thought possible.

“I’m more than happy,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m honored, I'm proud. I can’t wait to meet our child.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as the fire crackled softly in the background. She had been so afraid, so certain that this news would drive a wedge between them, but instead, it had brought them closer than ever before.

In that moment, as Severus held her in his arms, Y/N knew that everything would be all right. They would face this new chapter of their lives together, hand in hand, ready to nurture the life growing between them.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Make it Better **

Ummm...I got a 🤏🏻wee bit 🤏🏻 horny and this happened...it's just filth.

WARNINGS: inappropriate relationship, slight dom/sub dynamic, bondage (collar and leash), subby male, oral sex (fem receiving), performative cunnilingus, prostate play, p in v, very light cbt: overstim, multiple forced orgasms, squeezing), degradation and praise kink, anal play, anal sex w/strap on, cum play.

WC: 5.9K

One thing you loved about Harry was his complexity. He was such an interesting and wonderfully multifaceted person, it was wonderful to see and to experience. Even now, as he reprimanded your class for all failing his last exam, you couldn’t help but smile down to your lap as you imagined how different his mood would be when you met up later.

“Is there something amusing about this, Y/N?” He questioned, but your head was in the clouds.

“Y/N.” Your friend Allen whispered and elbowed you lightly and you glanced up at him, he glanced over to the front of the lecture hall. You glanced over and saw Harry staring at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what was that, professor?” You asked as you uncrossed your legs rather sloppily as you sat up to ensure he saw your underwear from down at the front of the room.

“I asked if there was something amusing about you all failing the exam on the  diagnoses chapter? You’re sitting there smirking as if something about this isn’t serious.” He called you out.

“I’m sorry, professor.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as if trying to hear you better.

“I’m sorry, professor.” You repeated more loudly and he hummed and went back to chewing you all out. Truth was that psychopharmacology was a bitch and everyone in your class was resigned to fail this collectively since Harry dropped your lowest score from the final grade. Therefore, you guys didn’t try and it showed and now Harry was pissed because you had all taken advantage of his policy.

He spouted off on everyone’s lack of integrity a few more moments before he took a deep breath and then said, “Anyway…” before he started to lecture. You smiled every time you glanced up from your notebook, he looked so fucking hot today. He was wearing his glasses today, and his scruff was outgrown how you liked it, and he had a vintage looking vest on that really showed off how big his chest was. You squirmed a bit at the thought of his stubble tickling your sensitive pussy as he got in there and ate you out. You couldn’t wait to see him later.

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You said goodbye to your roommate and headed down the stairs and out of your apartment complex near campus. You walked to the first intersection and turned left towards the park and there was his range rover near the bus stop. You hurried over and he unlocked the door and you slipped into the passenger seat.

“Hi, baby.” You hummed and he smiled and leaned over the console as you shut the door, lips puckered out and waiting for you to kiss him. Finally your lips met quickly as your thumb brushed up his jaw.

“Hi.” He said when he pulled away, “Buckle up.”

“Oh yeah.” You said and strapped in before he took off. “What’re you in the mood for tonight?” You asked him.

“Need you first. Then we can order in, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You hummed and reached your hand over to his thigh and gave him a squeeze. He placed his hand over yours and slid it up a bit, “Don’t rush me.” You said and he smiled.

“Sorry, I had a day.” He hummed.

“Yeah, even got a little snippy with me there.” You said with a smirk.

“I know…sorry about that.” He apologized.

“S’alright, baby.” You smiled

“I liked your panties, do you still have them on?”

“Of course I do.” You assured him.

“Good.”

You got to his house quickly and soon he was parking inside the garage. You unbuckled as the heave metal door closed and he hurried around to help you out of the car. 

“A kiss, please.” He said as he loomed over you and you smiled and puckered your lips for him to kiss you quickly.

“C’mon, lets get  inside.” You insisted and he grabbed your hand and guided you into his house. “Wanna get straight to it?” You asked him and he nodded.

“Please.” Harry mumbled as he locked up the garage exit. 

You started off to his bedroom and he soon caught up with you. He draped himself over your body and walk over with you. You leaned into his hold as he cuddled up closer to you.

“Need you so bad, babe.” He hummed lowly.

“I know, we’ll make it better soon.” You assured him as he kissed your shoulder. As soon as you made it to his room you unwrapped him from you and set your overnight bag down on the chair by the door and he came around to the front of you. His lips latched to your neck and started sucking gently, gradually getting harder and harder to leave a mark. You moaned as you tossed your head back, “Harder. Mark me.” You requested and he did just that, leaving an achey little blossom right at the base of your jaw. “Mmmm, now get naked for me.” You instructed. 

Harry immediately started undressing and you did too as you walked over to his bed. Once you were naked you sat down and smiled, just as he was taking off his socks. “God, you’re so hot. And you know it. Don’t you, baby?” You asked and he smirked and shrugged modestly as he strutted over, his hardening cock swung a bit with his movements, “You know, I thought it was cute. How you got all stern with us in class today.” You reminded with a casual smile, “I love how much you care that we’re learning from you.” 

“Of course I care, baby. Always wanna be good for you.” He said as he stopped before you and you smiled up at him. Your eyes raked back down to his cock, it was almost completely hard, it was erect but still hanging a bit. You wanted his big, fat cock standing straight up for you It always amazed you when it did, it was just so heavy, it always surprised you and made your mouth water. You wanted him so hard that you could see him throbbing and twitching aggressively at random.

“And you are. You’re so good for me, professor.” You purred up him, “Already getting hard for me.” You smiled and he nodded when you peered up at him. “Because you were so cute today you can pick three toys but for you only.” You said and he smirked and then hummed pensively as he walked over to his closet where he stored all your toys and accessories. In the meantime you went over to your bag and opened it up. You reached inside for the black velvet drawstring bag and then opened it up. You reached inside and pulled out your strap-on. You smiled as you smoothed over the indigo blue silicone six inch piece. You then reached in and grabbed the remote for the vibrating parts and the lube before going back to the bed. Moments later Harry was returning with a few things. “What’d you bring?”

“A fleshlight, a prostate wand, and a leash and collar set.” He said with a grin.

“You’re such a whore.” You smirked and he chuckled timidly, “Look at me.” You said and he glanced into your eyes, “Get on your knees.” You ordered and he set the things on the bed beside you and then knelt down. You spread your legs and he licked over his lips at your perfect little pussy. He could see your little cunt throbbing, begging for him to do something to it. “Please, lick my wet, little pussy, professor.” You pleaded and he groaned and delved right in. His hands went to your thighs and held you open and you thrust yourself forward as much as possible so that you could feel more of his mouth on you. His fast and agile flicks over your clit had you giggling and whimpered in minutes, “Oh fuck you’re so good at this, professor. Fuck you’re going to make me come…” you groaned and tossed your head back as your fingers gripped his duvet tight.

He started slurping you up and sucking as he prodded his fingers into you, hardly meeting any resistance from how fucking soaked you were for him. He loved the warm and sticky feel of your arousal coating his fingers and dribbling out of your tight little fuck hole. He wanted to ram his thick cock into you and add to your mess.

“Yes! Yes, I’m coming, professor! Oh yeah, baby that’s so fucking good.” You slurred quietly and he hummed happily as he eased up on your clit as soon as he felt your legs twitch, “Oh fuck professor, you’re so good. You eat my pussy so good…” you panted out. He continued kissing and licking at you as you pet at the high point of his cheek bone, “So good for me. Clean your fingers and help me get the strap in.” You said and his eyes fluttered up at you and he smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your puffy little clit.

“For a kiss.”

“Right.” You smiled and pulled him up to kiss his lips deeply. “Love to taste you like this.” You hummed and sucked on his lip and inhaled the scent of your arousal and cum around his mouth and on his nose. “It tastes good, huh?”

“So fucking good, baby. Would lick you raw if you’d let me.” He muttered against your lips. You smiled and kissed him again and it deepened. He got up and straddled your body as he reached for the strap beside you. It had a hook shaped insert for you that sat right against your g-spot and then a textured pad for your clit and then at the next end the slender and slightly curved six inch cock with a warming and vibrating tip. “Fuck you’re so wet.” He chuckled as the tip slipped past your entrance. He was gentle as he slid it upwards and when he felt it dip he pressed in and felt the tip sink past your entrance. You moaned softly as he added more force and sunk it deeper, sliding it along your inner wall. It tickled your entire body as it smoothed over the ridges inside of you, and then finally he bent his wrist forward and the rounded tip sank right against your g-spot. Your eyes closed and you shivered as you moaned lewdly.

“Oh fuck, professor!” You explained.

“It’s good right there?” He asked and you nodded profusely.

“Yeah, baby. So good, you hooked into my pussy so good…” you keened and then laughed as he swirled it into spot making you gasped. He smiled down at you and you tutted, “Alright baby that’s enough. Lets get you into that collar.” You suggested.

“Mmmm, lets.” He hummed happily and grabbed it for you as you sat up. You hesitated for a moment as the hook of the strap dug further into you.

“Shit, okay give it to me.” You said and he handed it over. You quickly unbuckled it and he knelt down so that you could fasten it back on him. “Is that alright?” You asked, giving a sudden experimental tug by the d-ring at the front. 

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” He hummed. 

“Good. Let’s get you laid.” You said patting the bed and he got up and went over to the top of the bed and laid in the middle as you wiggled on up on your knees with the toys in hand.

You giggled at the tickle of the rubber pad of the strap over your clit and he smiled at you. You grabbed the lube and the wand and got that set up on the slimmer side. You hovered over him and ran the cool metal wand down his tummy. He twitched and then relaxed again under you. He hissed when you set it down right over his pelvis before running your lubed up finger over his little ribbed entrance. He immediately relaxed and you smiled. 

“Good boy.” You praised, “You’re such a good boy for me, professor.” And he moaned as you reached for the lube bottle again. You squeezed some onto you finger and then smeared it against him before leaning back over him and kissing him as you pressed in, waiting for the tight muscle to give way, “C’mon baby, let me in. S’gonna feel so good.” You encouraged him and with a bit more pressure you sunk in and pushed deeper until you felt that little raised area for the umpteenth time in your life and then you smoothed over his prostate as he moaned loudly and his cock twitched wildly as the pleasure zapped through his body.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby. Fuck yeah…” he sighed in relief. You did it again until he was squirming and thrusting up into the air. 

“Oh professor, love to see your heavy cock swinging around like that. You want something tight and warm to put it in, yeah?”

“Yes, baby. Yes, please give me something to sink my cock into.”

With this you reached over to the fleshlight and brought it up to your mouth, he looked at you with a pained expression as your tongue ran from the bottom to the top. You nipped at the clit with your lips and then tongued a bit at the hole. When your eyes blinked open you chuckled at him and reached for the lube.

“What was that?!” He asked in shock, “Where did that come from?” He questioned.

“I don’t know…I just saw it and it looked so pretty and pink. Supple and smooth like a peach.”

“Interesting…” He posed and you chuckled. You’d never even kissed a girl before so you had no idea where this had come from. But he made you do crazy things when you were in charge.

“Yeah, huh…now I wanna see it stretching around your cock. Wanna see that fat cock spreading that tight, little cunt apart.” He groaned and you squirted some lube into it and then held up his cock. You pressed his cock at the opening of the toy and the excessive amount of lube you’d spurted in started to drip down the length of his cock.

“Please.” He breathed out and you bit your lip as you pushed it down enough to swallow up his swollen and ruddy tip. “Shit…want you back inside. Put your finger back inside.” He mumbled and with a look you communicated that he grab the flashlight for you and he did right away. Once your hands were available again you pushed your index finger back into him, helping him open up just a bit more before you stimulated his prostate with the metal wand resting over his lower tummy. You couldn’t wait to fuck him…

“Go on, get yourself off then.” You instructed and he looked relieved when he thrust his hips up to sink the rest of his cock into the the flashlight. You heard the squelch as he bottomed out and it made you smile at him. “Feels good?”

“Yes, baby. Feels so good…” he groaned as he watched his girth stretching the little silicone hole open wide around his erection. The sight was mesmerizing for you as well, you grew even wetter at the thought of your tight little hole stretched wide and slightly puckering around his thick length the way this toy was. 

“Gonna get the wand in now, OK?”

“Please.” He agreed as he nodded and you soon had the bulbous head rubbing against him before applying pressure and sinking it with the intent to get it deep to where your finger had been. It was tapered, the deeper it went, the more girth it had and this would also help to open him up for you a bit more. Finally, when the rounded tip prodded against his prostate he groaned, “Oh fuck yeah….”

“Right there?”

“Yes, baby. Yes, right there…” he confirmed happily as you started to swirl the metal toy  so that the tip could rub and prod at his prostate. 

You loved watching him like this, balls heavy and tightening every time he buried his cock to the hilt because you then prodded at his prostate a bit faster. His chest was glistening in the dim light of his bedroom and his abs clenched as he tried his hardest to stave off his orgasm. He had such a long and annoying day, he wanted this to last as long as possible. You could see him struggling, his brows knitting in concentration as he tried to will away the feeling of his orgasm.

“You don’t have to ask when you want to come tonight.” You said to him and his gaze found yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, professor.” you smiled, “Just want you to feel good.” You hummed and he sighed in relief.

“I do…fuck baby, you make me feel so good. Best girl I’ve ever had.” He panted and you loved when he told you this. It made your brain grow fuzzy and your heart to race with pride.

You knew he had fucked three other students before you came along. Well, the first two were just isolated incidents after those people graduated. The third one happened when he had decided to just risk it with one of the students from one of the upper division elective courses he taught, so that they would be on the older side but not majoring in his department. He’d have them all semester and then it’d be over. He chose someone who really cared about school, wanted them to be so eager to please him and when that went well he found it hard to let go, so he stopped for a couple years. And then your junior year you had him for the first time in his Learning and Behavior class. He recalls how you had come nearly 15 minutes late on the first day, he found it quite annoying actually until you stayed after class to explain yourself.

He just remembers the warm and sweet scent wafting around you as you told him that you had just transferred and had accidentally walked in the wrong direction from the parking structure. You asked for his syllabus and if you had missed anything at the start, he assured you that you only missed a little introduction on himself to which you responded with “Well that’s a real pity…” with a regretful smile and after that he was enraptured. It was ironic that you would be studying reinforcement and punishment methods and theories all semester. Without realizing it you were conditioning him to crave you. You felt that he was conditioning you too, every time he spoke of a reward he’d somehow make eye contact with you. 

You were bright and you worked so hard, all of the faculty you had spoke highly of you and so you were invited to join their Psi Chi chapter - basically an honor society type of organization for psychology students. This small group of students always got to have an exclusive holiday party at the department chair’s house with all of the faculty. You guys were privy to the future pans of the department, you got to know your professors better, and even form surface level friendships with them. After all, you’d be colleagues in the field a few years from now. You had Uber-ed to the party since your car was in the shop, so after it was over you stalled until mostly everyone left before you walked to to nearest bus stop and waited around for someone to pick up your ride request. It was Saturday night before dead week, people were raging before they’d have to be in study mode so it was hard to get a driver leave the downtown area where all the people were. Harry happened to see you and offered you a ride home and well, you actually kissed him and you ended up parked down a dark little street while you tugged on his cock until his cum was dripping down your fist. 

Over time though, things started shifting when Harry realized how safe he felt with you. You guys had been talking about things you wanted to try and you causally mentioned pegging because you felt like it must feel really powerful to do the fucking. He said he’d let you peg him and you even laughed because clearly in this relationship the one with all the power was him. He was your professor and you were just a 21 year old student…having power over him felt strange almost, but he insisted that you try it with him a couple times until you finally did and boy, you loved it. You didn’t know you had this whole other side of you until your strap was balls deep in him as his sperm squirted out of his tip all on its own. After witnessing that there was no going back, you guys did anything and everything you could together and now here you were a year later…still making each other feel good.

“You’re doing so good for me, professor. I like to make you feel good.” You hummed and he sighed as he ground into the fleshlight. The slick sounds of it all had your ears ringing. You reached for the remote of the strap and switched it on to the lowest setting and the vibrations made you freeze for a second, “Oh shit…” you whispered as you got used to the feeling of the vibrations deep in you and over your clit. Your eyes went down to his cock again, watching the little, silicone pussy puckering around him, “Fuck baby, need to get inside you.”  You muttered and he nodded furiously.

“Please, please fuck me, baby.” He panted and you pulled the wand out of him and set it down before gabbing the remote again. You switched on the warming setting for the cock part of it and then lubed it up generously. Harry looked feral and impatient as you did the prep work, he was itching to feel you fucking him the way you did. It was always so good with you. 

“Ready for me?” You asked and he nodded. “Wanna hear it.”

“Yeah, baby. I’m ready. Get inside me, please.” He mumbled and you were gentle as you pushed in. He moaned in satisfaction, thanking you for how good it felt. You smirked when you noticed he was copying your actions on the fleshlight, teasing himself the way you were teasing him. After allowing him to get a little more used to the new girth you picked up your pace and he fucked at the fleshlight this way as well, deep and slow, getting all the way in until his eyes pinched shut and he winced. 

“Too deep, professor?” You asked him and with his expression still tense he shook his head and hummed.

“Mmm-mmm…s’fucking perfect…fuck baby, you fuck me so good.” He praised, “Take such good care of me, baby. Always wanna do your best for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, professor.” You nodded, “That’s why I need you to come for me.” You said and he groaned as you picked up the pace a bit more. He started moving the fleshlight faster over himself until his head was falling back into his pillows as he groaned. 

“Oh shit, I’m coming, baby! I’m coming!” He warned as he thrusted up hard as he could and spilled into the toy. 

“Good boy. You’re so good for me, professor.” You praised him as you caressed over his tummy as he twitched a bit. This next one was the one where he got real subby for you. He was too sensitive so he stopped stroking his cock but if he was going to come again for you then he needed to keep going. You reached for the leash and gave it a tug. “Did I say you could stop, professor?”

“I’m just so sensitive-”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off, “You’re gonna give me another one so we can come together.” You said and he moaned and started to pull the fleshlight up and down ever so slowly, “There you go, work up to it. In and out…just like that, professor.” You smiled. This time you were copying him, being gentle and working back up to a pace that would make you both come.

When he was in moods like this he wanted to feel at your mercy, he liked when you’d get a little mean with him. So you started to thrust faster and harder, the more force you used to fuck him the deeper the the g-spot stimulator on the strap rubbed into you and made you tremble. You grabbed the remote and turned up your vibrations a few notches and then turned his on. He immediately shot up and moaned loudly as his prostate buzzed with the toy kissing right up against it.

“Harder?” You asked and he shook his head and swallowed thickly, “Too bad.” You smiled and turned up his vibrations to the next setting and he grunted lowly as he started to writhe. You reached for the leash and tugged him up a bit, his abs were burning, you could see them clenching hard, “Come for me, professor. Come for me.” You demanded and his eyes rolled back before shutting as he shot another load into the silicone pussy wrapped around his cock. The sounds of him sliding in and out of it were so sinful, you moaned as you saw his cum started to leak out of the bottom. He always shot such big cum loads, it made you crazy and seeing it starting to drip down his full, swollen balls got you closer to your high. The leash was pulled taught as he fell back into the pillows panting and whimpering.

“That’s so good…fuck that’s so good!” He moaned as he shivered. You smiled as he shook with the pleasure, goosebumps rippled over his skin as he relished in the relief you were giving him, “More, baby. Fuck me better, please. Fuck it all better.” He pleaded and you did just that. You went a little bit faster and moaned as your clit rubbed into the textured vibrating pad every time that you bottomed out and ground into his prostate.

“Like that, professor?”

“Yes baby, fuck I love it…” he groaned lowly his eyes meeting yours. 

“Fuck, look at you.” You smiled, “Such a big, smart, handsome man getting fucked like a helpless little whore. Mmm, such a good boy.” You hummed and he moaned. “Tell me professor, what are you?”

“I’m your good boy.” He panted and you smiled.

“Yes you are, baby. Taking it all so well. S’hard being in charge all the time, isn’t it?” You asked and he nodded and winced when you sunk in hard and started to grind, “How would you know? You’re not in charge. Not at all. I’m in charge, aren’t I?” You smirked and he nodded, “Do you think they know?” You asked and he groaned, “Do you think they know Professor Styles isn’t actually in charge? Do you think they know that you drop your pants for me and beg me to stuff your little hole?” You asked him and he moaned loudly. You bit your lip as you watched his balls start to throb. “Wait for me, I’m so close.” You moaned and he groaned and tossed his head back. You yanked at his leash and he grunted.

“Baby, I-I can’t hold it…” he warned and you bit your lip and focused on the feelings deep inside of you, the pleasure from the vibrations deep in your core radiated throughout your body in a delicious wave, “Shit…shit! You’re making me come! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me, baby!” He mewled as he started to stroke himself even faster and he groaned as he sunk the fleshlight down over his cock until his cum started to seep out of the top end of it.

You moaned at the sight of his thick, creamy cum oozing out of the too hole of the fleshlight, it was stuffed full with three loads of his sperm, it had to come out from somewhere. And you thrust faster until you were shivering as you started to come as well. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your breathing hitched for a few moments as the euphoric wave rolled through you beautifully. Your soft moans were like music to his ears, he loved that degrading him a bit got you off as much as it did him. After allowing yourselves a few seconds to come down from the peak of it all you let go of his leash and reached down to his balls. You squeezed at them gently and he groaned, his eyes were lidded and he looked completely fucked out.

“Think we got it all of out of you?” You asked and and he nodded frantically as he whimpered and bit his lip when you squeezed a bit harder, you loved how soft his skin was there, could play and suck at them all day if he’d let you, “Mmmm, I don’t know…they still seem quite big and full to me.” You said and he gasped as you tightened your grip around the base and gave them a few taps with your other hand. You saw his thighs tremble and you laughed a bit.

“Don’t make fun.” He whined and you rolled your eyes.

“You love it.” You said with amusement as you let go of his balls. They really were looking quite swollen today, but considering how sensitive he was, you didn’t want to make him too uncomfortable, just a little bit. “Let’s see how much you came for me, I’ll decide if you need one more.” You said and he hissed as you gently pulled the fleshlight off of his cock and inevitably, his sperm started dripping down his thick shaft and ended up puddling at his lower tummy. His cock was at half mast and it fell against his tummy with its weight. You watched with an amused smile as his cock twitched, almost as if it were fighting for its life. “That’s respectable.” You commented cooly and he huffed out a laugh. He knew you were still in the role, but he kind of wanted you to acknowledge that it was a lot, even for him. He wanted you to tell him that he did so well for you because he truly had. He had even spilled out of the top of the fucking thing. “What?” You asked him.

“Respectable?” He asked and you smiled.

“Yeah. What else do you want me to say?” You asked him with a hint of indifference. He needed, no, required, your praise. All day long he’d been waiting to hear you tell him that he played so well and that he made so much cum for you, and now you weren’t giving it. It was the itch he needed scratching to forget about the shit show of a day he had.

“Baby…” he whined softly and you smiled and leaned down to peck his lips.

“What is it?” You asked softly. Your lips tickling his own with your words.

“Say it.” He mumbled and you smirked, “Please, I need you t’say it.”

“To say?” You asked and he pouted.

“I came so much for you. S’more than respectable.” He said and you hummed. “Please, tell me I did good for you. I only wanna do good for you, baby.” He hummed desperate and you smiled and kissed him deeply, your tongues tangled for a moment before you pulled away with a smile.

“Seems like I don’t even need to say it, you know it don’t you, baby? Know that you played so fucking well today.” You said and he nodded, “And you did come loads, never seen it gush out of the other end of the fleshlight, like that.” You chuckled breathily and he hummed as he smiled into your kiss.

“Right!” He said and you nodded, “Are you proud of me?” He asked and you nodded.

“Course I am, baby. Only pity is that all that cum went to waste.” You said as you swirled your index finger through it a bit before bringing it up to your lips and cleaning it off. “We’re waiting a full week for next time-”

“Baby-” he started to whine.

“I want you to fill me up with your cum, professor. Lots of it.”

“I like the sound of that.” He smiled and kissed him again and laid over him for a bit before you pulled out and started to help clean him up. 

Understandably, he wanted to have another body shower to run his skin of that sticky feeling, as did you. When you finished up he ordered in your food while you cleaned the toys thoroughly before putting them aside to drip dry for a bit. When you wandered back into his bedroom he had laid out a t-shirt and some of his briefs for you even though you had brought your own clothes to sleep in. You watched his back muscles ripple until he finished pulled his shirt of himself and then you went over by him to get dressed. You got the briefs on first only to see him holding the shirt for you.

“Arms up.” He instructed and you did just that as he slipped the thin, cool shirt of your body. He then hugged you tight and pulled you down into the bed with him. He kissed the top of your head a few times and you hummed happily, “Thank you. I needed that.” He said quietly.

“Of course, baby.” You hummed and then sat up, straddling his hips as you looked down at him with a smile.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” You asked sweetly as you ran your fingers into his curls.

“I ummm, I think er, I’m uh…I’m in love with you.” He confessed and you paused. He was so scared of just having said that, but it had been weighing on him since the winter break when he wanted nothing more than to be beside you for those three weeks.

“Um, I-”

“You don’t have to say anything i-if you don’t fe-”

“I love you too, Harry.” You whispered and he pulled you down and kissed you with so much joy.

“Best thing I’ve heard you say yet.” He mumbled against your lips and you giggled and hugged him again, “I’m so relieved to hear you say it.” He sighed into the room and you felt him relax beneath you. 

You were beyond relieved too. Yes, this was all very unconventional, but in getting to know Harry the way you had, had made it nearly impossible for you to not have any feelings for him. He was kind and considerate and caring and smart. He looked out for you and challenged you in ways you’d always wanted. He helped you grow, he treated you like an equal, he made you better. For a few months now you’d been tiptoeing around the feelings. You’d fallen for him and you loved it so much that you couldn’t even feel stupid or embarrassed for it. Your heart lay with your hot and wonderful professor, but it was only sweeter that you now knew that his lay with you too.

“Did I make it better? Your day?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, baby. Definitely.”

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[allthelovehes]

Unholy*

Summary: You follow a course through your job and the teacher who's giving the course is everything you've ever dreamed of.

Pairing: teacher!harry x reader

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: Pussy eating, protective sex, squirting, p in v.

A/N:  This is partially based on a true story. Nearly everything but the smut is what actually happened and I just had to write it.

Ever since starting your new job, you must attend an internal program at headquarters for three-ish months, completely designed to train you for all the ins and outs of your position. It’s not like you have to go there every single week. But you have a perfect little schedule; you go to headquarters two weeks in a row, two days a week followed by a week where you practice all you’ve learned. Then two weeks of your training, two days a week and you repeat it over and over again for 11 weeks total. 

Since headquarters is an hour and fifteen-minute drive from your home, they offer you to stay the night at a hotel near them so you don’t have to keep on driving back and forth. They also pay for your dinner in the restaurant of the hotel and since you’re not the only student taking the course who lives relatively far away, you made some friends and all eat together. After dinner, you all hang out, down a few more glasses of chardonnay, and have a great night. 

The course itself is presented by two men, Chris and Harry. Chris is a couple of years older than you are and Harry is roughly the same age. Both of them are a treat to look at so whether you like the course or not, there’s always something interesting to occupy your brain with. Although if you’re truly honest, you do have a favorite and it gets worse when the end of the three months is in sight.

***

It’s the second to last week of your program. Normally you travel by train, read a book while you’re at it, and enjoy the peaceful start of your day. But today was different, you’re a bit in a hurry and decide to take your car and make the long ride yourself. Putting up some music and singing along at the top of your lungs.

Traffic isn’t as bad as you expected and instead of being stuck in your car for over two hours, it only took one and half hours. Normally the route is packed with traffic, causing a lot of slow-riding cars and traffic jams. But again, today was different.

Being 55 minutes early before the start of your training, you’re left with some more time to yourself. The book you normally would read on the train is in your bag anyway. So you grab a cup of coffee, pull the book out of your bag, and start reading to somehow still get a bit of the quiet morning you’re used to. 

You just finished reading your chapter when the door of the room swings open. You look up and your eyes meet the pretty green eyes you’ve grown to adore. You never imagined you’d still crush as hard at 26 as you did at 16. It’s like the teen inside you is awakened by Harry’s chocolate curls, green eyes, and puffy lips. 

“Good morning!” You greet him.

“Good morning. You’re early!” He chirps with a warm smile on his face. He always seems cheerful, just happy to be here. It makes you feel so welcome in this company. “How long have you been here for?” He adds.

“Not more than 15 minutes I think, honestly didn’t really track time.” You answer.

“Did the elevator work when you got here? I just had to climb the stairs.” He continues, there’s not even a shortness of breath even though he just climbed all 17 flights of stairs to reach the level on which the company is located. 

“You’re kidding! How are you still breathing?” You joke, but you’re actually not kidding. If you had to walk all those stairs, you’d be out of breath by the time you reach the 5th floor. Harry however just laughs at your statement before he puts down his backpack behind his desk. 

He made up this little routine of settling down for the day. First, he places down his backpack and takes out his laptop. Then he opens his laptop to boot it before he pulls his sweater over his head. This man doesn’t like to wear coats, he just puts a sweater on top of his outfit and uses that to keep himself warm. 

You thought you sort of removed him from your mind after not seeing him for a couple of weeks. Harry went on a well-deserved vacation and Chris took over during that time. So the last time you actually saw Harry was 5 weeks ago. But the second he pulled that sweater of his over his head, pulling his shirt a tiny bit upwards in the process had you melting right in front of him. The waistband of his boxers peeks out from his pants. You immediately recognize the brand he’s wearing by the colorful print on them. And let’s not even get started about his delicious happy trail. It’s a good thing his view is blocked by the fabric of his sweater because you for sure are struggling to keep your eyes to yourself.

“So, would you like some coffee?” He suggests as he folds his sweater over the back of his chair. You’re quick to agree on his offer. “Cappuccino right?” 

“Yes, please! I’m surprised you remember how I like my coffee.” You giggle, feeling a blush creep upon your cheeks. 

***

Throughout the entire day, you can’t help but notice how Harry’s eyes meet yours a lot more often than he does with your classmates. Whenever you look at him, his eyes are already on yours. He compliments you when you’re working on assignments and you just feel like there’s a mutual connection there. 

His distance to headquarters is even bigger than yours, so they offered him a similar deal as they did you. If he has to work multiple days in a row, he can stay the night in between in the same hotel as you all do. He gladly took upon the offer, for him it’s at least a two-hour ride home and that’s if he doesn’t include traffic. And since he works 5 days a week, it’ll save him a lot of time.

During the lunch break, you and your friends are making plans for the evening. Many of your nights in the hotel are spent drinking some wine and just catching up with each other. And today’s plans are like no other. Harry can’t help but overhear you guys talking about the hotel and starts bragging about the room they gave him. 

“I slept in room 405 last week. Apparently, all rooms on the fourth floor are deluxe rooms with a bathtub, double bed instead of a twin bed, and a filled mini fridge.” He joins your conversation, immediately planting the idea of asking for room 405 when you check into the hotel later today.

“I never had a bathtub during any of my stays. But all six times I slept in that hotel, I never slept on the fourth floor.” You reply.

“Don’t worry, you’re not missing out. The tubs are too small anyways.” He reassures.

“Your legs are just too long to properly fit into any tub.” You pointed out. 

***

All of you enjoy your dinner together. Harry is always left at work for a bit longer after you’re done with the class so he can prepare for the next day or finish up some other leftover work. And to the question of whether he will join you all at the dining table, his answer is always the same. “If I make it in time, I’ll happily join.” 

And today was one of the days he made it in time. He sits next to you in the only chair that’s unoccupied. Your friend shoots a glance at you, and that’s when you realize she made sure you sat next to the empty spot.

All of you welcome him to the table before starting small talk.

“Oh, by the way, Harry, I meant to thank you for your advice.” You start causing a confused look on the man’s face.

“My advice?” He asks. “What did I tell you?”

“When I was checking in I asked for room 405 and now I ended up in a deluxe room just like you told us about earlier today.” You giggle.

“Hold on, what room are you in??” He asks, clearly even more confused than he was at the beginning of this conversation.

“407.” 

“Ah, right! You got me confused for a second as I am booked in room 405 again.” He explains. “So, we’re practically neighbors!” 

Your brain spins a bit at how coincidentally it is of you asking for the exact room Harry is in. And on top of that, you are indeed practically neighbors. Suddenly you feel glad that you aren’t actual neighbors for the night, cause the rooms are very noisy and there’s a dividing door between every other room, allowing them to connect two rooms if needed. You’re not sure what your nighttime activities will turn into, once you’re left alone in your hotel room with just your unholy thoughts of the man next to you. 

Your food gets served, you and Harry both choose a different dish. He chose the tilapia filet and you went for a steak. Both are served with some veggies and fries. 

“That steak looks good.” He says as he puts a bit of fish into his mouth. 

“Would you like to try some?” You ask him to which he agrees. His fork is all covered in the sauce that comes with the fish. So, you cut off a piece of steak and hold your fork out for him to take it. He hums softly as the taste of the steak hits his tastebuds, sending vibrations through your fork. 

Harry insists on you trying some of his fish too. So he cuts a piece of, similar as to how you did it and holds his fork out for you to try it. 

You’re not much of a fish eater but you can see how people like this particular dish. It’s good as far as how good fish get. 

***

After hanging out with your friends on the terras, drinking some wine. All of you decide to call it a night. It’s nearly 11 p.m., and all of you need to be up bright and early the next day for your course. 

You hop into the elevator together, all of you pressing different buttons for different floors. Soon enough you’re the last one standing as you’re the only one whose hotel room is located on the top floor, and Harry’s of course.

Your pace slows down when you reach room 405. A deep voice is heard on the other side of the door. This confirms your suspicions, Harry is still up. It seems like he is currently on the phone with someone as a one-sided conversation is heard from his room. You decide not to snoop around, for all you know he’ll walk out the door any second and see you lingering around his door. That’d be weird.

Once you reach your door, you open it with the card and enter the room. You were smart enough to turn on the air conditioning before heading down for dinner so the room was cooled perfectly. 

You let yourself fall backward on your bed with a deep sigh. This massive crush on what essentially is your teacher was unexpected. And now you’re full of nerves, jitter, and a lot of unholy thoughts to think about.

You open up your book and try to set your mind in another direction. You have to face the man you’re thinking about tomorrow and above all you need to be able to concentrate. 

After 45 minutes of reading your mind is still on the one topic it was before. So the plan to distract yourself failed miserably. The only other option you can consider is taking a cold shower, cause there’s no way in hell you can masturbate to the thought of him and look him in the eye tomorrow.

You hop into the shower. You start at your regular temperature and decrease the temperature with small steps to end with a cold shower. Your hands travel over your body and you notice how sensitive your skin is. You take some soap and spread it all over your skin. Once your hands reach your breasts you give some extra attention to your achy nipples, pinching them between your fingers. You moan softly, god that feels good.

You realize what you’re doing and stop immediately, turning the water ever colder causing you to nearly squeal at the temperature. You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body. 

As soon as you’re all dried up, you crawl back into your bed and grab your phone to scroll mindlessly through TikTok. First, you clear your notifications but you notice one particular Instagram notification that catches your eye.

harrystyles liked your story 8m ago

It’s fucking past midnight, what is this man liking your Instagram story for?? As if you weren’t thinking about him enough already. 

You decide to get out of bed and go outside for a little midnight stroll. The cool and fresh air will do you good. You take your AirPods out of your bag so you can listen to some music while you're at it. 

You’ve been walking for about 25 minutes when you step back into the elevator and press the button to the fourth floor. Harry has finally disappeared from your mind, I mean, he’s still there but just less present. You are tired and just need your sleep.

Room 407 is two-thirds down the hall, luckily the floor is covered with carpet so your feet don’t make as much sound. You don’t want to wake anyone up at this ungodly hour. Nerves kick back in the closer you get to room 405. What if he’s still awake, or what if you woke him up when your door fell closed on your way out?

The sound of a door opening is heard and you’re too afraid to take your eyes off the floor. It takes every bit of strength in you to lift your head up, but when you finally do, your eyes are met with the ones you’ve been thinking about all night. He’s changed out of his dress pants and blouse and into a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants.

“Oh, hi.” You mumble. Fuck, you think. You did wake him up on your way out. And now he’s here to complain about it.

“Hi.” He replies in a whisper. Harry heard you walk through the hallway, at least he was hoping it was you. But now that he’s standing eye to eye with you, he suddenly becomes nervous and doesn’t know what to say.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up when I left my room.” You apologize. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been struggling to fall asleep anyway.” “Yeah, me too. I’m gonna go give it another try though.” You point to your door, gesturing for you to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait!” Harry whisper-yells. “I- uhm. Do yo- uh.” He stumbles over his words. You turn your body back to him, looking at him with your big eyes.

“Do you wanna come with me to my room?” He finally asks and he holds out his hand for you to grab. You’re taken by surprise but after looking at him for a bit too long you grab his hand with a little nod and let him lead the way. 

He closes his fingers around yours and takes a couple of steps back to his room, opening the door with his room key. He steps inside the room, holds the door open, and pulls you in by your hand. The door is slammed closed right after you’re through the opening and Harry's strong arms push you against the door. 

“Hi.” He says giddy when looking at your lips, earning a smile from you.

“Oh fuck, just kiss me already.” You demand, and he is eager to please. 

His lips crash onto yours and his tongue slips inside your mouth. He’s gentle but demanding, it’s nothing like you ever thought it would be. This kiss makes you realize what people mean by melting when they’re being kissed. It’s like every inch of your body becomes one with his.

Your fingers graze his hair, pulling him closer as his hands find their place on your hips. He pushes his body flush against yours, earning a moan from your lips. The fingers of his right hand sneak under the hem of your shirt to dig into your skin. 

He pulls away after what feels like minutes of making out, panting slightly. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt and he looks down.

“Can I?” He asks to which you agree. Your shirt is pulled over your head in a swift motion, revealing your peach-coloured bra. Suddenly you feel glad you decided to put on a bra when you went for a walk because you nearly decided to not wear one.

“Fuck.” He moans at the sight of you. His hand comes up to cup your left breast through the padding of your bra. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your neck, up to your ear. You gain confidence from his words and let your hands travel over his chest, down his sides all the way to the hem of his own shirt. You look him in the eyes for permission. 

“Do it.” He whispers in your ear while he keeps on kissing every inch of your ear, neck, and jawline. You pull the shirt over his head revealing his perfect abs. You can’t help but put one hand flat on his stomach to feel his muscles and moan softly. Your eyes meet his and he has a beautiful smile plastered across his lips. 

His lips are back on yours and his fingers hook in the waistband of your jeans. He’s greedy to get you out of your clothes as soon as possible. He opens the button. His left hand grabs your face and he kisses you passionately on your lips as he puts his right hand in the back of your jeans to squeeze your bum. 

“Hmm, you feel so good.” He squeezes your flesh one more time before he pushes the fabric over your ass. You step out of your jeans and push him further into the room. Your lips reconnect. 

Harry leads you to the chair in the corner of the room and pushes you down in the chair. Your eyes fall down his body and stay glued to the tent starting to form in his sweatpants. His fingers wrap underneath your chin to pull your face up. 

“Eyes up here, baby.” He says. He spreads your legs to stand in between them and strokes his hand over your inner thighs, to your stomach, and up to your lips. He puts his thumb against your lips with his fingers resting on your cheek. You open your lips and softly suck on his thumb getting it slightly moist. 

He takes his finger back out of your mouth and his hands explore down to your chest. Both hands grab one boob each and massage your skin through your bra. He makes sure to flick his thumbs over your hardening nipples every now and then. 

You sink further down into the chair, practically laying on your back with your bum on the edge of the seat. Your feet are tucked around his waist and your legs are spread open to reveal your clothed crotch. Harry is standing right in front of the chair, causing his crotch to gaze over your most sensitive spot when he moves close enough. 

You moan at the pressure he’s applying to your chest. His big hands fit perfectly around your tits and it’s all you’ve been thinking about. Well, not all, but you get the point.

He pulls down the cups of your bra, to expose your breasts. Your nipples are hard and needy. His lips attach to your right nipple to suck on them before he lets go and gently strokes his fingers down your stomach, back towards your inner thighs. The soft touch of his fingertips tickles, sending a buzzing feeling straight to your clit.

He kneels in front of the chair you’re sitting on and wraps his hands around your waist. He places a couple of kisses on your thighs, right next to your core. But never touching where you need it most. He’s making you all needy, drawing moan after moan. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Harry asks. But the view in front of him already gives him the answer he is looking for. You’re dripping through your panties, completely ruining them and every touch is rewarded with another moan coming from your lips.

“Mhm, fuck yes.” You half moan.

Harry finally places a kiss on the wet spot forming on your panties. You immediately put your hand in his hair. After a few more open-mouthed kisses on top of the fabric, he finally pulls them to the side. He lets out a low moan at the sight and smell in front of him. 

He attaches his lips to your core, leaving another open-mouthed kiss on your labia before he sucks the juices into his mouth. Another loud moan escapes his lips, you’re sure anyone who’d walk by would be able to hear the both of you.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.” Harry moans. He pushes your panties further to the side and you help him hold them there, giving him full access to taste every single inch of you. He licks up from your bottom all the way to your clit and you can’t help but whine. He continues to gently lick around your clitoris, making sure not to apply too much pressure at once. It feels like pure ecstasy. 

His hands stroke the insides of your thighs again while they travel to your core. With two hands, he spreads you open to allow him to stick his tongue inside of you. He pushes in and out of you a few times before his tongue travels back to your clit. Licking and sucking softly, building up the pressure. He for sure is taking his time with you. His eyes are locked on yours to gauge what you like and don’t like. But so far you seem to have entered another world. With your left hand locked in his hair and your head thrown back.

Harry starts to put more pressure on your clit with his tongue making you all squirmish. Your soft moans go up in loudness. His lips leave your clit but his finger is quick to stroke circles around it before he inserts his finger into your pussy hitting you right on that spongy part. His finger pushes in and out of you and his tongue gently swipes from left to right. 

He applies even more pressure to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud every now and then. His one finger inside of you pumps in and out, building up a faster pace. More juices start to spill from your pussy so he licks from down all the way up to your clit again to collect your wetness and slurp it all up. It’s a sign you’re coming close to your orgasm. Your legs start shaking around his shoulders and he continues his work, going faster and sucking harder.

Soon you can’t contain your moans and your orgasm hits you harder than it has ever done before. Harry’s fingers don’t seem to slow down though, and his tongue is still attached to your sensitive clit. Your moans turn into high-pitched whines mixed with curse words falling from your lips.

“Fucking hell, please” You moan, trying to push his face away from your cunt. His finger falls from your pussy and he softly caresses your mount with a flat hand, his lips are still attached to your clit but he stopped sucking as he moans loudly. The vibrations of the sounds he’s making shoot right through your body. He completely removes his face from you and wipes the wetness from his chin. 

“God, I wanna do that again. You sound so fucking pretty.” He tells you before he connects his lips to yours. The tangy taste of yourself is all you can focus on, making you feel dizzy. 

Harry looks you up and down. He gets up off his knees so he can finally drop his sweats to the floor. The erection in his loose-fit boxers makes you curious, but it gives you a good idea of how big he is. 

He holds out his hand for you to help you get up from the chair. His arms wrap around your body once you’re on your feet and he kisses you deeply. His hands take hold underneath your bum. 

“Jump.” He commands and you listen without a second thought. You wrap your arms around his middle and his erection softly presses into your core. You moan and nestle your face into his neck. Your hips try to grind down on him, although you’re not as successful as you’d hoped. Harry walks to the end of the bed to place you down. 

“Let’s get you out of these.” You say as you put your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. You pull them down so he can step out of them. He pushes you on your shoulders, tipping you over so you’re lying on your back and his hands hold your knees to spread them open again. With one hand he pumps his cock a few times and with the other, he pushes your panties back to the side before he pushes the tip of his cock through your folds. 

“Shit, a condom.” He curses. “I don’t know if I have one.” He says honestly. It’s not like he thought he was getting laid during his work trip so he didn’t pack any. He rushes to his wallet in hopes of finding one in there. He opens the coin section and is happy to be greeted by a silver foil. He takes it out before he returns to you and puts on the protection. 

He goes back to what he started. He rubs the tip of his now rubber-covered cock over your clit, stimulating the sensitive nub. You immediately are a moany-mess again before he slides his tip down and inters your cunt. He pushes in and out, going deeper with every thrust. His thrusts are gentle as he knows you’re close to being overstimulated. 

His hands hold your thighs down before he starts moving back and forth at a faster pace. He bends down to attack your right nipple with his mouth. He sucks sharply and licks over the hard bump. 

The bed starts squeaking loudly when he holds you down around your hips to be able to fuck up into you faster. His skin slaps against yours making the most erotic sounds audible in the hallway and possibly in the neighboring rooms. 

Harry wraps his hand around your neck, not really applying pressure but just holding you in place as he trusts into you slower but with more power. Smacking his pelvis against your clit with every trust. Your panties slipped back down covering half your labia again. 

“Let’s get these out of the way.” You laugh. Harry pulls out so you’re able to remove your underwear but he’s back inside of you as soon as possible. He’s bucking up, trying to hit your G-spot every time he pushes in. And he knows he’s doing a good job as your moans went up a pitch again. 

He grabs your hips and keeps fucking you hitting your G-spot hard every, single, time. The trusts change from hard and deep to soft and fast. Giving you a whole other sensation. He keeps switching between the two different paces until he finds you squirming underneath him again. He bucks his hips hard and deep into you and after a few more trusts you reach your second orgasm, screaming and squirting all over him. 

You were about to apologize but Harry has already attached his lips to your cunt to lick up all the leftover juices. He’s moaning loudly as he’s trying to clean you up. Your own moans become quieter and turn into soft hums as you nestle your hand into his hair, grabbing him tightly. 

He starts assaulting your clit like he used to when you were sitting in the chair. His tongue is doing wonders on your overstimulated clit and it only takes a couple of strokes of his wet muscle to get you to reach your height again. This time however it feels shorter and less intensive, but still your moans picked up again. It’s like music to Harry’s ears.

“Fuck, Y/N, you are so fucking perfect.” He moans, kissing you sloppily. His hips meet yours and both of you hum to the feeling. Harry takes a hold of his cock and guides it back inside of you. His hips grind over yours, giving you way too much stimulation but god does it feel good. 

He places his left foot on the bed next to your bum and starts pounding into you. He puts one of his hands on top of your mouth as you can’t contain any of the sounds you’re making. Harry knows it’s already too late when it comes to waking up the neighbors but he doesn’t wanna keep bothering them all night.

Never have you been fucked this hard, fast, and deep all at the same time. It’s starting to feel overwhelming and you can’t stop whining at how good you feel. Harry keeps miraculously pounding into you as he starts to moan loudly himself as well. 

His moans send shivers down your spine, he sounds otherworldly. The deeper his moans get, the sloppier his trusts become. He spills all of his cum inside of the condom before his moans quiet down and he pulls out. He’s panting loudly and he gently swats the back of your thigh twice. He rubs his cock up and down your pussy one more time before he kneels down again and licks your pussy clean. 

“Stay where you are.” He says and places a quick kiss on your lips. He walks to the bathroom to toss the condom and grab a damp towel to properly clean you up. He dabs the lukewarm towel to your overstimulated core and softly strokes the fabric down once or twice. He puts the towel down on the floor where all of your juices squirted in an attempt to minimize the mess.

“There, now let’s get comfy.” He says and gets into bed. “Do you want a shirt?” He asks to which you nod. He gets up to grab his white tee from before and hands it to you. It smells deliciously like his skin in the best way possible. You put it on and it reaches up to your upper thigh. 

Harry lays back down in bed and you crawl next to him. He naturally opens his arms for you to cuddle up to him. 

“I‘ve never been fucked that good.” You chuckle as you take a deep breath. The room smells and looks like sex but neither of you seems to care. 

“Hmm, you felt so good.” Harry’s ego boosts at your comment. And if he’s honest, he’s never been with someone he enjoyed so much and he simply can’t wait to do it again. “I hope you’re going to stay the rest of the night, right?” He asks. 

“I didn’t plan on getting up, I’m way too comfortable here.” You reply to which Harry only pulls you in closer. He places a soft kiss on your forehead with a soft hum. 

“Goodnight, baby.” He whispers to which you answer a simple goodnight. 

***

You wake up the next morning with Harry’s body wrapped around yours. The sound of your alarm was ringing from the nightstand. It’s a good thing you charged your phone last night when you were trying to sleep otherwise it would’ve been out of power and therefore not been awakened. 

“What time is it?” Harry asks, his voice low and sexy as he’d just woken up. 

“7:30.” You answer, to which he shoots up. 

“Shit, I forgot to set my alarm. I need to be at work in an hour.” He sighs, but actually, he doesn’t really care. He has the most beautiful girl lying in his bed, breakfast can wait for once and he can also head to work half an hour later, he already prepared everything for today anyway. 

He lays back down and rolls on his side to face you. 

“Hi.” He says. 

“Hi.” You reply, and both of you laugh softly. 

“So, I hope you have no regrets from last night. I didn’t mean to push you into anything you didn’t want.” Harry says, to which you take his face between your hands to pull him closer. You connect your lips to his. 

“Not one single bit.” You reply before Harry deepens the kiss. His cock is already hard, as most men wake up with an erect member. But the beautiful girl in his T-shirt next to him is making him lose his mind. 

His hands travel down her side and cup her pussy. One finger gently slides between her already damp lips and rubs circles around her clit. 

“Har, we don’t have time for this.” You whine and he knows you're right. He sighs before he takes his fingers back from your pussy and licks the tip of his finger clean. 

“I’m sorry. You’re just irresistible.” He flirts. 

“It’s gonna be a long day then.” You joke, neither of you had thought about having to go through today and act like nothing has happened. 

“We’ll see about that.” He argues as if he doesn’t think there’s going to be a lot of tension. “Let’s just get ready for breakfast.” He says and gets out of bed to get dressed. 

You sit up and think for a bit. All your stuff is two rooms down the hall and you don’t feel like getting into your nasty clothes from the day before, especially those panties which are ruined. 

“Can I borrow your sweatpants for a bit?” You ask Harry. “I need to go to my room to get ready.” You explain. He grabs his sweats off the floor and hands them to you. You’re now wearing the complete outfit Harry was wearing when he pulled you into his room. 

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.” You say before kissing him once again and head out to your own room. 

You took a quick shower to rinse off the sweat of the night before, brushed your teeth, and got dressed in a fresh set of clothing. 

When you’re all set and ready, you grab your room key and exit your room. You walk the short distance down the hallway to Harry’s room and raise your hand to knock on his door but he already has it opened before your hand can hit the wood. 

“Let’s go get some fuel.” He says and grabs you by your hand. He leads you all the way to the elevator. He pressed the button to the ground floor where the breakfast buffet was. 

The elevator stops at the second floor. You quickly pull your hand back as you know there are classmates sleeping on that same floor. And since Harry and you haven’t discussed anything about how to move forward, you’d rather not get the confrontation in the middle of an elevator. However, luckily it wasn’t someone either of you knew. 

Once the both of you enter the restaurant, Harry a few steps ahead of you, you notice all your classmates who also slept in the same hotel already sitting at your designated table. 

“Wow Harry, we thought you had already left. You’ve never been this late before.” One of them recalls. 

“Yeah, you’re always the first to eat and the first to leave.” Someone else joins in. 

You don’t know where to look or what to say. It feels like getting caught as you are well aware of the reason why Harry hasn’t eaten yet. Both of you decide to go fill up a plate with a delicious breakfast and just try to ignore the comments. 

“I feel like we’re already getting caught.” You tell him as you stand next to him putting some eggs on your plate. 

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, there’s no way for them to know.” He reassures. 

You sit back at the table before Harry does. He’s in line for the coffee machine. 

Your friend looks at you. “Spill. The. Tea.” She mouths so no one can hear, but you can see. You giggle to yourself and shake your head no. But she just knows something is up. 

Harry walks back to the table with two cups of coffee. He puts the black coffee in front of himself and the cappuccino next to your plate. 

“Thank you, ba-“ You quickly stopped saying what you wanted to say, hoping no one had noticed. You look around the table but there are no suspicious looks. Harry places his hand on your knee and squeezes softly. 

“You’re welcome.” He says. 

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[purplekiwis]

You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...

Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N

Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried 😅

THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE

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Hands.

His were artful,

Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.

The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked… only to stroke softly in the end.

The hands of a lover,

Those were my ceramics professor’s hands.

I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.

I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldn’t because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. “Next time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft… that’s why you're having trouble getting it even.”

“So less water than this time, but more than last time?” My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. “Okay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.”

My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. “No worries, I’m happy to help.” I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. “Don't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.”

“If I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “I don't want you worrying about that. That’s why I’m here, to fix up your messes.” He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “I want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it — work it ‘til your wreck it. Don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s common blunder for someone who’s starting. We’ve all been there.”

“Thanks,” I smiled a little more assuredly. “I'll try to keep that in mind.”

He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. “No problem, just ask if you need anything.”

While I wasn’t sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.

I was a Product Design student.

Frankly, only because I didn’t have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like I’d always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.

In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.

None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse… so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.

That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet… not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.

This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.

His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought — creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.

I wasn’t fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.

He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.

That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldn’t comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well… I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.

“Professor,” I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well… but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. “If you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.”

He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.

I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. “Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.”

Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though… I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do so…

Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.

I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.

“Would it be okay if I turned on some music?” Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. “I'm not a big fan of working in silence, but it’s okay if you are…”

“Oh, please, go ahead.” I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. “I don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...”

My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. “Have you got any special requests?”

I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like… and I was also curious about his musical tastes. “Not really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.” That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. “Just pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.”

The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. “Okay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.”

He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. “This is cool. I like it.” It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.

“Alright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.” I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. I’d always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please – and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, “Is there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?”

“Um…” I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. “I'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.”

He smiled at me. “You can leave out the “professor” when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me… it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?”

I joined him in his smile. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?”

“I’m 27, you?”

“Wow, you’re really old...” He wasn’t, really… especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where he’d been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. “I was just kidding. I'm 22, so...”

His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. “So you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.” I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me – they had to be around 19 – some still acted like teenagers in many ways. “Also, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year… that’s because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.”

“Oh, that's cool. Where did you go?”

“Norway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.” He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. “Have you ever thought about going abroad for school?”

“I've thought about it, but I don’t know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.” I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. “What was the best part of it for you?”

I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. “A difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Oslo’s a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.” He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, “But I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.”

“Wow, that's... something.” Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. “Has she traveled all the way here with you?”

“Oh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff… it isn't always easy, but we make it work.” I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. “Anyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.”

“Ha, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.”            

I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. “I don’t put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.”

“Well, it works, so...” Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop.  Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. “Do you usually stay here until this late?” I inquired as he closed the classroom door.

“Um… it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I would’ve probably left earlier.”

His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. “Oh, I'm so sorry. You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.”

“Oh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so… I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.”

“Ah, I see...” That was something I hadn’t considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harry’s university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. “I was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so… you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.”

He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. “Ah, thanks. I appreciate that.” When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. “I reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.”

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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didn’t have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.

I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.

We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.

“You’re a good painter…” He complimented me as I painted the fish’s fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful hands…

I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.

“What? I'm serious…” He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. “And you have a great eye for color too.”

“Hmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.” I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isn’t really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have.                                         

“Hey,” Harry’s voice drew my attention back to him. “I meant both of the things I said. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”

The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. “Thanks,” I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. “I think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kid…”

“You used to get compliments on it when you were little?”

“Sometimes, yeah… mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.”

“I think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older… I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most people’s lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didn’t want Harry to see that. “My parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I haven’t felt much of a difference as I grew older… I think that’s why I find it a bit difficult to accept people’s compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.” Harry’s statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. “When we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.”

“You never made me feel uncomfortable… I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.”

“You could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot… you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. “And on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isn’t always an advantage.”

“You're a really good professor, Harry.” I said truthfully. “I'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasn’t my first choice.”

“It wasn't your first choice?” His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. “Okay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy that…”

I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. “Not even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?”

Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. “Give me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.”

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I hope you guys liked this first part 💜

PART 2

[muserryy]

LIFE OF REVA (H.S) || masterlist

summary: Reva, a young woman who recently moved to a foreign country to pursue her higher education, is striving to adapt and navigate her new life. Harry, her flatmate, becomes a significant part of her journey.

status: ongoing (will keep updating it)

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REVA D'SOUZA HARRY STYLES

CHAPTERS :-

chapter 1

chapter 2

A/N : to read more of my work ~ muserryy masterlist

[imasinnerimsorry]

Substitute Pleaser

A story where Harry Styles is the substitute professor, and one of his students (Natasha, black, she/her) wants her grade fixed. Harry tries to find ways to help, and soon offers her a “request”.

SMUT; Kinks include: TeacherxStudent trope (college setting btw), shoe riding, deepthroating, facefucking, hair pulling, creampie, spitting, choking, degradation, some praise if you squint

It’s almost the end of the semester and Natasha was tired. Very, very tired. She was in one of the best universities in the country studying to be a physical therapist. Now in her third year, the work had gotten so much more strenuous, often leaving Natasha to study for hours with no end. All she needed was a break, but she’s never had the time to.

All of her professors this semester were pains in the ass. Their grading systems were fucked, and it seemed like they were always out for her- like they wanted her to fail. Maybe that wasn’t true, she’ll admit, but that’s just how she felt.

It was time for her English class, and Natasha was furious. She hated that old bastard of a teacher, Mr. Carson, so much. He gave her a 63% on her last English paper, which was worth 35% of her grade, resulting in her average dropping tremendously. She was definitely not a bad student; she’s always had straight A’s and a couple of B’s, so this poorly-graded assignment was definitely unexpected. She planned on seeing him for office hours right after class to question him about her poor grade.

Natasha walked into that horrible classroom, expecting to see that gross man with the crusty-looking beard sat at the front desk by the whiteboard. Instead, she noticed a sexy man with healthy chocolate brown hair, a jawline as sharp as a knife, and beautiful fingers which were adorned with the finest rings, a unique one dedicated to each finger (except his left ring finger, which was a great sign for Natasha).

Yes, he was cute, but who was he? Natasha questioned herself. Because he sure wasn’t Mr. Carson’s ugly, old ass. He couldn’t be a professor, could he?

She sat down at her seat, making sure her posture was proper and that her appearance was up to par with the sexy man at the teacher’s desk. Using her hands, she brushed her hair to the front, making sure they cascaded down past her shoulders reaching her breasts, but also making sure they didn’t cover her cleavage (She thanked God she wore a push-up bra).

The young man finally stood up from the professor’s seat and walked to the front of it, leaning himself against it. He quickly scanned the classroom before his eyes landed on her.

A beautiful young woman, appearing not much younger than him, was sitting in the second row of the lecture room. He noticed her hair, an ashy blonde color, contrasting her beautifully moisturized brown skin. She had a cute button nose, round brown eyes, and her lips shined with lip gloss of a pink tint and glitter. His eyes glanced down at her obvious cleavage, but he quickly looked away, as not to seem invasive or crude. He hoped she hadn’t noticed.

He didn’t know, however, that Natasha did indeed notice. She couldn’t help but to look down and blush.

"Good evening, class,” the man started. “I am your substitute professor, Harry Styles, but you’ll call me Mr. Styles for the rest of our lectures together. As you all might know from your emails, your usual professor Mr. Carson has recently lost his wife and has followed his family to his native country Germany, which is where he will be spending the rest of the semester to grieve and mourn with the rest of the family. Make sure you send all the love and prayers to Mr. Carson in any way you can at some point.”

Natasha didn’t check her email recently. Oops.

Mr. Styles continued, “So, we will pick up from where he left off. My office hours will remain the same as Mr. Carson’s and in the same room. If you have any questions or concerns, or if you just want to have a chat, come down to Carson’s office, now mine. I’m all ears!” He gave the class a kind grin, one that Natasha was smitten with. His dimples were perfectly carved into his already sexy face.

As the lesson began, Natasha’s best friend Andrew turned to her from the table to her right and said, “Hopefully he’s not as boring as Mr. Carson,” to which the two students laughed amongst themselves.

Until Harry noticed and caught their attention by clearing his throat.

“You know,” he began, “Just because I’m a substitute, it doesn’t mean that the rules have changed. Pay attention and don’t speak, unless you have something to share with the entire class.”

Andrew rolled his eyes and fixed himself to face Mr. Styles. Natasha closed her legs and faced Mr. Styles with her head looking down to her lap. Yes, that got her a bit... aroused.

And Mr. Styles noticed. He turned back to the smartboard to hide the cheeky smirk that formed on his lips.

The class continued with its lesson for about an hour an a half, which meant an hour and a half of Natasha fixing her appearance, making her cleavage more noticeable, taking off her blazer and putting it back on, fidgeting and changing her seating positions, all to make Mr. Styles notice her.

And Mr. Styles noticed. Every time he would hear the creak of a chair or the shuffle of someone’s body, he would know it was that beautiful girl he had his eyes on from the beginning.

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It was the end of the lecture, and the impatient half of the class who literally couldn’t care less about the topics discussed had ran out of the classroom. The few students who cared about their grades and about learning or understanding the class material had stayed back to ask Mr. Styles questions. And Natasha was one of that few.

Natasha waited until she was the last person in the room to ask Mr. Styles about her grade. She usually did this with every class so that she didn’t have to rush herself to make room for other waiting students. She wanted all the time for herself and her teacher so that she could truly understand the subject. And she definitely wanted some time to herself with this sexy professor.

“You can come over here now, sweetheart,” Mr. Styles said from his desk.

That “sweetheart” almost made Natasha fall to her knees, but she maintained her composure. Of course, he would call me something so endearing, Natasha deciphered to herself to keep the dirty thoughts from overwhelming her mind.

Harry looked down at his class seating chart. “Hm, Natasha, right?”

She nodded.

He looked up at her. “Hello, sweetheart, how are you?” he inquired. The look on his face seemed sincere, but Natasha could feel an aura lurking underneath that sincerity. Frustration? Desire? Lust?

She finally answered, “I’m doing alright, sir. And you?” She gulped.

Harry smirked. “I’m doing alright as well. So, what seems to be the case?” He looked down and searched through student profile sheets until he found hers. His eyebrows narrowed as he looked at her grade, and then he looked back at her a bit puzzled. “It says here on your profile that you’re quite the smart cookie. An A-... that’s high compared to many of the other students! What could be the issue, love?”

Natasha blushed at his compliment toward her grade. “Thank you so much, sir. But, yes, I do have an issue regarding my last essay.” She placed the papers she brought with her onto the desk and set them neatly in front of him. She then pointed at the circled 63% sitting at the top of the page. “I’m confused about the grade I received. I don’t know what could have made it so poor.”

Harry screwed his eyebrows as he scanned through the pages of her essay. Even without reading in depth, he could tell it was a well-written paper (at least better than a majority of the class). “I understand your concern. All of your research papers so far have been nothing less than a B, so I know you expected so much from this one. Unfortunately, I was not the person who marked your paper, so I technically cannot change your grade for it.”

Harry could see Natasha’s face change from a bright glow to a duller undertone. He felt really sorry for the girl. He really wished he could help her out. But, as he said, there was nothing he technically could do.

“A-Are you sure, Mr. Styles?” She asked with struggle. “I mean, I understand that Mr. Carson was the one who graded it, but surely you could reread it and give your own input?” Harry’s face remained the same. “Maybe you could send your review to the board and have them override Mr. Carson’s since he won’t be attending for the rest of the semester?”

Again, Harry’s face showed no signs of a change in his decision. “I’m really sorry, love.”

Natasha’s eyes started to well up with tears, and Harry noticed. He really did not want to see this beautiful girl cry in front of her. It was devastating. He leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms into a pensive position to think about how he could help her. Then, he smirked as a thought, a rather promiscuous one, popped up in his mind.

“Well, Natasha, you’re a smart girl, right?”

She didn’t know where this random question came from, so she just nodded her head to hear him continue his thoughts.

“I told you that I technically can’t do anything about your grade,” he turned his body around to face Natasha, his knees accidentally brushing against hers as he looked into her eyes, “But, let’s forget about all of the technicalities for a minute, yeah?”

Natasha looked down into her lap as she noticed his eyes trying to meet hers. This man really made her nervous. Was she intimidated by him? Afraid? Aroused? All of the above, maybe? Her thoughts were cut off abruptly as Harry lifted her chin up with his index finger so her eyes could meet his gaze.

“I’m sure we could be a bit more informal now. I mean, after all, that’s what you have been doing this entire lecture,” he gave her a sly grin.

The woman’s face warmed as her head flashed back to her behavior during the lecture. It was truly out of order, but she couldn’t let him know that she was aware of this. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Styles?”

Harry chuckled and leaned his arm against the desk, putting his face in his hand as he observed her body language. “Oh, you mean to tell me that all of that fidgeting and movement you were doing back there in your seat was just that? It was just “fidgeting and movement” ? Or were you trying to gather my attention, Ms. Natasha?”

She could not believe what he was saying. Not only because it was totally out of his code of conduct as a professor, but also because he figured her out completely. Natasha couldn’t help but to close her legs and cross her arms around her chest, covering herself with her cardigan. She wasn’t uncomfortable, just a bit too aroused and did not want Mr. Styles to delve into her body language even deeper.

But Harry noticed this, and placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a light massage. “Oh dear. Are you feeling uncomfortable now?” He ultimately didn’t want her to feel unsafe with him, despite the arousing conversation they were having at the moment. To his surprise yet relief, she shook her head no.

“Well, that’s just great, dear,” he sighed in relief. “Listen, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, so if you decline my following request, I would respect it. Would you like to hear this request, sweet girl?”

She nodded.

“I’ve mentioned the technicalities of the situation. However, if you were to do me some favors, then I will present your paper to the board to have them change your grade.” Harry brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “I want you to make me feel good.”

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat. As Harry moved himself from her ear, he stared into her widened eyes with a little grin. She felt as if she was dreaming.

Harry chuckled and laid back onto his chair, his head landing onto his hands with his arms now raised behind his head in a relaxed position. It was almost as if he was showing that he was open to whatever she wanted to do to him. Like a dog laying its belly up to show its trust to its owner. “Would you like to make me feel good, Natasha?”

Natasha hesitated, of course. Her professor was insinuating for her to have sex with him so that her grade could rise. It was the typical teacher/student trope she would read about in her erotica. It was just too…favorable for her.

And yet, she nodded in response.

Harry stood up from his seat, Natasha’s eyes trailing up his body as he did so. He looked down at her with a smirk on his face and slid his hand through her hair. He simply uttered a “Good girl” from his mouth, but Natasha could have died there and then from those two words.

Harry took his time to undo his pants’ zipper and stared at Natasha while doing so. He pulled his pants down just a bit to reveal a sight Natasha was not prepared for. His briefs sat tightly fitted against his bulge, which looked hard through the thin material. Natasha’s mouth began to salivate out of her control. She absolutely wasn’t prepared for this.

The substitute finally drew his underwear down to meet his pants, and that was the pièce de résistance. His cock shone brightly under the lights of the classroom. The tip had a slight tinge of pink, mimicking the hue of his lips, and was leaking with precum. His shaft was riddled with vessels that were surely pumping with lots of blood by the look of how hard and heavy his cock was. Natasha had never seen anything like it. Not even her previous boyfriends have had dicks as gorgeous and delicious-looking as her substitute professor’s. Harry couldn’t hold back the teeth-baring, obviously egoistic grin that he was trying to hide as he noticed the girl admiring his prick. It boosted his ego whenever his penis, or any part of his body as a matter of fact, was looked at like a prize that his partners had won; their own little trophy that they deserved if they had won Harry’s affection. He put his cock up near her cheek and held it there, imagining what would happen if he put himself far into her mouth. His tip reached the back of her jaw. Perfect.

Harry finally spoke up after a beat of silence. “Now, listen to me carefully. When I put myself in your mouth, I want you to ride my shoe like a good girl. Do you get what I mean?” It could be viewed as a strange request to others, but Harry loved to see his partners look desperate on their knees for him. Riding themselves on his shoe, looking up at him with wide doe-eyes that were stained with tears, their cheeks hinted with blush as they held his cock down their throats. What a sight, indeed.

Meanwhile, Natasha stared up at the man in shock. She had only heard about people doing such things like “riding a shoe” in the erotica she’d read and the movies she watched. To hear someone say it to her out loud in person- no, to hear someone command her to do something like this in person- was something shocking, yet appealing. And she was more than willing to do that at this moment. She nodded her head as Harry stroked her jaw with his thumb.

Harry smiled. “What a good girl.” The tip of his cock, now a darker shade of pink due to its desperation for release, was shoved between the young woman’s lips. Harry winced at the beautiful feeling he had longed for this whole time. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, “What a good girl, indeed.”

Natasha moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his cock being placed into her mouth. The stretch it gave to her mouth was something indescribable. She wanted to feel it even deeper into her throat. The salty taste of the man’s precum was purely divine to her. She couldn’t wait to experience the flavor of his semen. Her tongue moved to the underside of his cock, and she could feel every vein and vessel, every tissue of his skin, every inch of his manhood. It was something she had experienced before in previous relationships, but it was never this good. Mr. Styles was just something else.

Remembering his orders, the young woman managed to spread her legs and place her cunt onto his shoe. Although still covered with her panties, the sensation still sent shockwaves through her spine. Natasha started to make small, slow rotary motions on the top of Harry’s shoe, which caused her to let out little, muffled moans from her cock-filled mouth.

The feeling of Natasha’s moans around his tip caused Harry to buck his hips forward in pleasure. Natasha gagged a bit as his cock touched her uvula, but the feeling didn’t last long as Harry pulled back as soon as he heard her cough. “Your lips feel so plush around me, love. Sorry for that,” he apologized while giving her lips some taps with his cock. Even that felt good for Harry. But then he continued, “But I’m sure you liked that, huh? You liked feeling my cock go so far back your throat, yeah?” Natasha nodded and her mouth seemed to salivate even more at the mere thought of his cock going deeper. He put himself right back into her mouth and angled his abdomen in a way where he could go as far back as he could, but right before her uvula so she wouldn’t gag prematurely. He wanted her to feel every thrust so that she could gag around him at the perfect moments.

Harry started to thrust in a bit slower than he preferred, but he wanted to get the girl used to his movements before he went wild. He could feel his tip glide against her uvula as he hit the back of the throat near her epiglottis, which spasmed at the touch and made her gag. He noticed Natasha’s eyes and mouth start to water as she held her mouth open for him. Her pussy was still riding against his shoe, and he decided to fuck with her a bit to make the situation more… thrilling.

Natasha could feel as Harry’s shoe started to rub up and down against her pussy. He was tapping his foot as if he was listening to one of his favorite songs. And he pretty much was- the song of cunnilingus sung by a pretty girl submitting beneath him is what motivated him. Natasha started to moan a bit more heavily as he continued the motions of both his foot and his cock. She stared at him as the man thrusted into her mouth with more vigor, the tip of his cock constantly hitting against her epiglottis, causing her to gag each time. She was in pure bliss.

Harry’s moans started to get louder as well, turning almost animalistic. He huffed as he felt the back of her throat spasm around his cock. “Yes, princess,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of Natasha’s head and pressed himself down so far back into her esophagus. He was curious how she would feel if she took all of him. Natasha’s nose managed to touch his pubic hair with how far he had gone. Her mouth started to drool with more saliva as she tried to maintain herself around his cock. Harry could feel her choke around him, but he didn’t care. He started to thrust himself into her mouth at this angle, and it felt absolutely heavenly. Her mouth was like a vice to him, and the squelching sounds emitting from her gagging throat were literal music to his ears.

He continued his thrusts for about a minute or so before Natasha started to slap her hand on his thigh for him to stop. Harry obliged, not wanting to suffocate her, and released her from his grasp.

Once he pulled her off of him, Harry noticed her hips atop his shoe- they weren’t moving. He gave her a light slap across her face and grabbed her jaw to look up at him. “Did I tell you to fuckin’ stop riding me?” Natasha managed to look at him through teary eyes. “N-no,” was all she could answer.

Harry lifted his eyebrows in a mocking way, almost as if to say, “Well, what do you think you should do?”, and Natasha immediately picked up on it. She started to move her pussy on his foot again, this time with more intensity. She moaned and kept her eyes on him, which he loved.

“Yeah, there you go, bunny. Ride my shoe like a fuckin’ slut.” He stared down into her doe-eyes which were tinged with tears from her previous gagging session.  “Feels good, yeah?’ Natasha could only moan in response as she continued dragging her cunt against his shoe.

“Well, you look fuckin’ pathetic,” he spat. In normal situations, this would have made Natasha try to run away from him. Being called “pathetic” and a “fuckin’ slut” was humiliating, but she liked it. She liked hearing those degrading words come from her substitute professor’s mouth. Oh, the woman was so far gone.

After a few more rotations of her hips on top of his shoe, Harry patted her head. “Alright, bunny, off. I’m sure that got you wet enough, right?” She nodded. “Good girl.” Harry helped her up with a bit of a tight grip to her forearm. It was unintentional; he would never want to hurt her, but he was growing more aroused by every second that passed. He could only hold off an orgasm for a little longer, and he didn’t want to cum without feeling the beautiful girl in front of him wrapped around his cock first. ‘ Harry leaned Natasha against his desk rather abruptly, causing the content sitting atop of the surface to shuffle and even fall with the impact. Natasha’s breasts and the side of her face were placed onto the cold surface of the wooden desk, and her ass was held up by her two feet planted onto the ground to make herself more comfortable in this position. She loved doggystyle, but never did it on top of a table.

Harry stood behind her, his hands gripping her hips with a force tight enough to make indented marks in her skin. “Make sure you stay quiet f’me, alright bunny?” Natasha nodded with a quickness, her anticipation for feeling his cock inside of her clouding her mind.

Harry finally brought his cock into her cunt, making the two of them wince at the feeling. The stretch that his girth gave her walls was delicious. It felt as if he was ripping her in two, but she absolutely loved it. “Thank you, professor,” she moaned as he went further into her vagina. Harry grinned. “Well, you’re a polite thing, aren’t you?,” He asked as he began his thrusts slowly. “Saying thank you without me telling you to. What a good girl.” Natasha moaned at the praise and it was music to Harry’s ears. And he wanted that song to continue playing. So, he continued his thrusts, speeding up a bit as he felt her walls get used to his length.

At one moment, Harry hit a particularly deep spot that made Natasha let out the loudest moan (or loudest sound generally) that she ever let out in her life. It was so pornographic, so disgusting, but something Harry didn’t want to risk his career for.

Harry quickly covered her mouth with his palm and brought his other hand to pull at her hair, making her body lift from the table and hit his own. Her head hit his shoulder, which allowed his lips to travel to her ear, and he questioned, “You want your grade to go up, don’t you?”  Natasha strained her neck as she tried to look into his eyes and nodded, a soft whimper escaping her lips. “Well, keep it fuckin’ quiet so no one walks in here and catches us, whore,” he spat at her, still thrusting into her pussy while pulling her hair back with more force.

After a couple more thrusts, Harry then brought the hand pulling her hair right down to her pussy, trying to find its way to her pretty little clit. Once he recognized the feeling, his index and middle finger began to rub themselves on her clitoris at a good-enough pace to prolong the process of orgasm, but not to make it come quickly. The hand that covered her mouth to hush her made its way down to her throat and gave her a tight squeeze that constricted her blood vessels, giving her the sensation of him choking her. Harry tilted her head up against his chest and he took a look down at Natasha’s face. “Oh, you’re enjoying this,” he teased Natasha, and she responded with a strained and quiet, “yes”. He straightened her head to allow himself to put his lips against the helix of her ear, nipping and licking against the skin as his thrusts got deeper with faster strokes.

His lips, still against her ear nipping and licking, stopped to utter a statement. “Look at you, a little braindead slut. This dick’s too fucking good for you, huh? It’s all you’ve ever wanted, right?” He paused to bring his hand that was choking her neck down to her left breast, and his fingers entwined with her nipple to play with it, bringing a whole new sensation for the girl against him. “You’re such a whore that you were willing to fuck your substitute teacher for a better grade.” He took a quick pause with his words to lick against her earlobe for a quick second, his tongue missing the flavor of her warm skin. Then Harry continued, “You’re a smart girl- a very, very smart girl, bunny. Your grades speak for themselves.” His fingers continued to play with her nipple and her clit, his thrusts only increasing in pace. “But what you’re doing right now- your body melting away at your professor's touch on his desk- now, that’s a bit stupid, isn’t it, love?” His fingers continued to tug at her nipple, and all Natasha could do was let out a needy whimper. “Risking your academic life- your career- just for some cock?” Another whimper.

As Harry continued his rough thrusts into her increasingly sopping pussy, Natasha drooled. It was like her entire body lost itself and gave Harry all of the control. He could touch her, move her anywhere, and play with her any way he wished, and she would have obliged. Her brain seemed to be void of any thought, only awaiting for more commands and words of defamation given by her substitute professor. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

The man halted his hips for a moment and grabbed onto Natasha’s thighs, managing to lift her up with her legs spread and pussy still wrapped around his cock. Natasha let out a gasp and a moan, but covered her own mouth as she realized how loud she was. Harry started to lift her up and down on his cock, which gave Natasha a new sensation she had never felt before. She could feel this man’s cock so deep inside of her, like it was constantly poking the lower portion of her belly and she couldn’t help but moan into her hand.

Harry kissed her neck and continued to bless Natasha with deep, yet long strokes of himself. This was one of his favorite positions, and hearing this beautiful woman, his literal student, struggle to moan while receiving him made him feel like the best man on Earth. He hummed into her shoulder as he continued to slowly lift her up and down for a few more strokes.

Wanting to see her face after realizing they’ve only been in positions where he could only view the back of her neck, he lifted her up as high as he could and turned her around to face him. Bringing her down to face level, he noticed her eyes welled with tears, both dry (from her deepthroating him) and wet (from their actual intercourse), and saw drool dripping from her mouth, sliding down her chin and dropping onto her gorgeous chest. Her makeup was messy and runny, and her hair was disheveled. Harry wished he could snap a photo of her. “Oh, pretty girl, you’re stunning. Have to make you cum now. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He was insistent on making her orgasm, not only to see her face, but also because he was in a rush and did not want anyone to notice their little session.

Harry lowered Natasha back onto his dick with ease; it was wet enough with all of the cream that her cunt was pouring onto him previously. Natasha immediately clenched around him as she felt him enter her. He lifted her up again, removing himself from her and watched as her face contorted and her pussy clenched around nothing. “Professor, please,” she whimpered. She knew he was getting a kick out of watching her beg. He repeated the motion a couple more times though, only putting himself inside halfway then lifting her back up off of him, just to tease her and watch her struggle. “Professor, please, please, please!” She whined out.

Harry let out a laugh and finally brought the girl back down, really, really deep this time. He started to fuck into her wet cunt, and the noises in the room reminded him of a porno. Her cunt clamped around his cock so hard as his pelvis banged against her entire vulva. He knew her clit was enjoying the impact of his pubic bone as he saw her face contort in ways that only made him fuck her harder.

As Natasha neared her orgasm, she tightened her entire body around her professor even more. Her arms and hands dug into his back and shoulders, but Harry didn’t mind. Harry nudged at her nose with his own with the intention of her looking into his eyes. She obliged and her pupils met his own.”You’re doing so well for me, honey,” he stated, his thrusts still going at a fast pace. Natasha whined and gave him a quick, yet sloppy kiss. Her cunt tightened. “My belly..,” she whined into his ear as her chin rested against his shoulder. Harry cooed into her ear, “Your belly? You feel me in your belly?” He could feel the girl nod against his shoulder. “Yeah, you feel warm? Gonna cum for me, love? You’re creaming all over my cock.” She nodded again and gave him a cute “Mhm,” before Harry went even harder, not even caring about how loud their skin was slapping anymore; he wanted this girl to spill all around him, more than the cream she was already creating on his shaft, and he wanted to watch how her body reacted to an orgasm.

And that is exactly what happened.

Her orgasm finally came, and he slowed his thrusts to help her through it and to watch her unravel around him. Her body became limp in his hold as her cunt spasmed around him, and her face was screwed in such a pleasurable way that showed how relieving her release was. Her toes were curled and her clit was visibly throbbing from the impact it was receiving. Harry was lucky to see this happen in front of his own eyes.

The spasms of her walls milked Harry of his own orgasm. He stopped his thrusts and spurted all of his semen into her, and Natasha could see the veins of his cock throb as he spilled into her. The feeling of his cum painting her from the inside was amazing, and she wished he could just stay inside her for the rest of the afternoon. But, Harry finally pulled out of her, and his cream-covered length went limp. He placed her onto the desk carefully, making her sit down and spread her legs wide in front of him.

Both Harry and Natasha watched as the mixture of their orgasms dripped out of Natasha’s hole, which was as wide as Harry’s girth. He managed to gape her because of how strong the impact his cock had on her pussy, and it was such a gorgeous sight to him whenever he could achieve it with his partners. Natasha pushed some cum out as well, and her tightening cunt made a little squelching noise that one could only hear in the most disgusting of porn films. Harry slid his finger against her gaping hole and picked up some of their mixture onto the tip. He sucked his finger into his mouth and swirled the cum inside, mixing it with his saliva.

Harry brought his mouth above Natasha’s and opened up her own with his thumb. He spilled his saliva and cum mixture into hers. “One final request,” he murmured into her lips. Natasha stared into her professor’s eyes as she swallowed what Harry gave her, and as she finished she opened her mouth. Harry smiled and stated, “Say aah. Wanna know if you swallowed it all.” Natasha fulfilled his request and gave him an “aah” as if she had just drank the best drink of her life.

As Natasha got off of the table, she looked up at the corner of the room and let out a gasp. “Um, Professor?” She pointed at the camera facing directly at the teacher’s desk where they had been fucking. “Well, I hope they had a jolly good show. I know I have.” Harry let out a belly-laugh, to which Natasha followed with a laugh of her own after a bit of hesitation.

“So… what about my grade?” Harry looked at her and gave her a smirk. But it was not like the cheeky ones before, it was much more sinister. “Your grade?” He laughed again. “Oh, sweetheart, you really aren’t the brightest light, huh?” Natasha tilted her head to the side quizzically. “Wh-what do you mean?,” she asked him with a scared undertone. Harry picked up Natasha’s bag for her and held it out to her. “Did you genuinely expect me to change anything, love?” Natasha stood there in shock and silence.

“Jeez, I’m only kidding, gorgeous! Looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” Harry said with a bright smile as he helped Natasha put her bag on her back. When he finished, he slapped her ass. “Your grade will be just fine. You did me a favor, now I can help you. Now, get on out of here. Don’t want anyone to see you look this fucked out.”

Natasha giggled and made her way out of Mr. Styles’s room with a pep to her step. As she turned down the hallway to the point he couldn’t see her, Harry locked his door and sat back at the desk, putting the contents of the desk he just bent his student over right back into their proper places. He chuckled to himself, “That girl is not getting her grade fixed.”

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Best Tutor Ever

Summary: a Wattpad request by SarahTrace789 - “The second idea was Harry is a good boy and she is the bad girl whose grade in math class is bad and she needs to get her it up to graduate so she exchanges sex lessons with Harry for tutoring lessons.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, student!y/n, student!harry, goodboy!harry, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, oral (both), filth

Master

PRINCE HAIR HARRY

“I need at least a B to pass, right?”

The teacher nods, “Yes, at least a B.”

“Got it. Thank you!” You stand up and grab your books before walking out of the room. You head to the cafeteria and sit down at the table.

“I need at least a B to pass math, then I can officially walk at graduation. I don’t know what else to do.” You complain and roll your eyes with a huff.

“Why don’t you talk to that Harry kid. He’s pretty smart from what I’ve heard.”

“Who?” You asks looking around, confused because you know someone named Harry. You grew up with him, he just kinda fell off because you became popular and he didn’t.

Y/f/n taps your shoulder and points, “The guy sitting at the end of the table over there.”

“Striped dress shirt?”

She nods, “uh huh, I guess he’s like stupid smart. Kinda nerdy. Not my vibe.”

You bite your lip, “You know what, I’m going to.”

Your friends watch as you walk over to Harry and sit down across from him. He slowly looks up at you and you’re kinda taken a back by how pretty he is.

“Hello?”

You blink and shake your head, “Sorry, i um.. i know it’s awful timing, and I’m a shitty person blah blah, but I have a favor to ask you.”

“No. I can’t help you study for math so you can graduate, y/n.”

You lean back, “How did you know that that’s what I was going to ask you.”

He smirks and tilts his head, “We’ve known each other since the second grade. You’ve never been good with math.”

You’re lost at what to say, but you need to say something.

“See. That’s perfect then. You come over tonight and we can catch up on everything.” You smile and hope he says yes.

“Mm. I’m good, thanks.” He looks back down at his notebook.

“Harry.” You whine quietly, “Please?”

He looks up and laughs, “What’s in it for me?”

You look up at him and shrug, “Whatever you want.”

“Tempting.” He leans back and presses his lips together in a dry smirk.

You close your eyes and lean in, “I will send you a picture of my tits.”

He finds your negotiating absolutely hilarious, “Wow. How classy.” He rolls his eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay. Just please actually think about it.” You lay your hands on the table, “I’ll do anything.”

He squints his eyes slightly and tilts his head, “Anything?” He asks with a smirk.

You laugh slightly and nod, “I guess, Harry. Im desperate, if you couldn’t already tell.”

He sighs and shakes his head, “Fine.”

“Yes?” You ask staring at him.

He nods, “Yeah, fine. But I’m only giving you one night. So after that, you’re on your own again.”

You smirk and stand up. Before walking away, you lean down and whisper, “Please after one night with me you’ll be hooked.”

You walk back to your table and sit down before you embarrass yourself even further, “So I’m pretty sure I just um.. exchanged sex acts for tutoring.”

——

After school you rush straight home. Ignoring everyone in your path.

If you were correct and Harry wanted to collect, you wanted to be ready.

Thankfully, your parents are leaving for a three day work trip, so you’ll have the house all to yourself.

And Harry.

You immediately stripped your clothes off and got into the shower. It was an everything shower, so you couldn’t waist another second.

You shave, exfoliate, wash, rinse, repeat.

You step out and wrap a towel around your hair and around your body. You do your skin care and go pick out an outfit.

You didn’t want to seem too slutty, but at the same time, you really did want to thank him for helping you.

So you opt for the simple, but very still very sexy bra set and put it on after you lathered your entire body in the best smelling lotion you had.

You threw on shorts and an old baggy t shirt and go to dry your hair.

You weren’t sure what time Harry was coming over, you just agreed on tonight, no specific time.

You go down stairs and it must be perfect timing because there’s a knock on your door. Suddenly, your heart decides to pick up its speed and you feel nervous.

You walk over and open the door, “Hey, Harry. Come in.” You open the door more and step aside.

He gives you a smile as he walks in, “Hey.”

“You can set you stuff wherever.” You close the door and lock it, “Thank you for actually showing up.”

You walk around the corner and lean against the wall. He gets his notes out and looks over at you. His eyes scan up your bare legs and slowly make their way to your eyes, “No problem. Do you have your notes.”

You look around, “Uh. Yes. They’re around here somewhere.” You search for them and pull them out from under your laptop, “Here.”

He nods and pulls out the chair and sits down.

You lay them down and sit down in the chair next to Harry as he goes through his notes.

You sit there awkwardly, unsure of what to say exactly.

Harry glances over at you, “I like your shirt.”

You smile and look down at your Green Bay tee, “Oh, thanks.”

Harry leans forward to move stuff around, “So do you know what you need to study?”

“She wrote it down for me.” You grab the sticky note and hand it to harry. He takes it and nods as he glances over it, “Okay. I have all of these.”

He hands the note back to you and his eyes gaze at your legs. He swallows and clears his throat.

You move your chair closer to him and reach up to grab your pen. You lean back and bend your leg up to rest your notebook on it.

Harry glances back over at you and he freezes as he sees your lace panties peaking through the leg hole of your shorts.

“What’s first?” You look over at him and rest the end of your pen against your cheek. You spread your legs just a tad bit more, teasing him.

“Yeah, first.” He turns back towards the table and picks up his pencil, “So the algebra portion, that really isn’t bad, here I’ll walk you through an easy one and we’re pick harder ones as we go.”

You nod and write down the problem as he explains it, “Now, look over that for a minute.”

Harry takes his sweatshirt off and hangs it on the back of the chair. He turns and you notice his tattoos, “I like those.”

“Wh- oh these?” He looks at his arm and pulls the half unbuttoned parts of his shirt open, “I have more.”

You bite your lip as you see the images on his chest, “Wow. Did they hurt?”

He shrugs, “Eh.”

“I just have one, it’s tiny.”

“Let’s see it.” Harry turns towards you, leaning back in the seat as he rests his elbow on the arm rest.

You smirk and shake your head, “Oh gosh, no.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He winks and starts to undo his shirt fully.

You slowly pull your shirt up, showing him the three little word phrase under your boob. You don’t even try to keep your lingerie a secret, you both know that Harry isn’t just there to help you study.

“What are ya wearin’ that pretty thing for?” Harry leans over and brushes his finger against the lace.

You bite your lip and look down at his touch, “For you.” You breathe out as you look up at him, “I wore this to surprise you for when you took my clothes off.”

He bites his lip and smiles for a few moments. He then reaches out, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him.

You fall forward, landing in his lap weirdly, “Oh shit.” You scoot up, moving your self around so you can straddle him.

He grips the bottom of your shirt and you raise your arms as he lifts it up over your head.

He drops it to the ground as his eyes start scanning your newly exposed skin, “Fuck, y/n.”

You bite your lip and tilt your head, “What?”

He blows out air and rests his hands on your hips, “I knew you were going to be hot, but I didn’t know it would be this hot.”

Harry’s words make your stomach do a somersault, “Fuck.” You gasp, “I mean.” You laugh slightly, “yeah, no. Fuck because I thought the same thing about you.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “No, you didn’t.”

“Hey, I never forgot about you.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that you never tried to reconnect with me. You got too cool for me and no-“

You cut him off by kissing him. His hands pull your closer and he presses his hips upwards into yours, “Fuck.” He groans, “You piss me off.”

“So use me to get all your anger out.” You lean in and kiss down his neck, “Fuck me, Harry.”

“I’ll also collect my tutoring payment while I’m here.” He smirks and chuckles before he leans in to kiss you. He slides his hands up your back and unhooks your bra.

He drags the thin fabric down your arms and drops it, exposing your tits.

“You got some nice tits on ya, love.” Harry reaches up and starts to knead them. You moan out and slide your hands around his shoulders, tugging at the hair your fingers can get tangled in.

“Shit.” He moans out quietly, “can you get on your knees for me?”

“Anything for the person that’s going to help me graduate.” You give him a smirk and stand up. You go to kneel down but he stops you, “Wait.”

“What?” You ask looking up at him.

“Take off those shorts.” Harry nods as he undoes his belt and jeans. He pushes them down his legs and leans back, stroking his cock as he watches you.

“Turn around.”

You bite your lip and turn around, poking your ass out towards Harry. He groans lowly, “Fucking hell. C’mere.”

You spin back around and walk over to him, getting down on your knees in front of him. You don’t wait for his instruction, you just get right to it.

You wrap your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue as you work into a slow bobbing motion.

Harry moans and tilts his head back, “Fuck.”

You hum against him and work your head down further. You relax enough and slip him into your throat.

Harry gasps, “God, you’re so fucking good at this.” He moans and lays a hand on the back of your head, “Shit, that’s it.”

You pull your head up, looking up at him as you catch your breathe.

He gives you a smirk, “No wonder you’re not good at math.”

You roll your eyes, “Was ‘you’re so good at giving head’ too hard for you to say?” You laugh slightly and run your hands up his thighs.

His eyes follow them as you run them up towards his cock.

He gasps quietly when you wrap your hand around him. You start to pump it slowly, placing little kisses up his thighs.

“Don’t tease me, y/n.”

You look up at him, “I’m not.” You move up and place your lips on the tip of his cock, slowly poking your tongue out to swirl it around.

“I should be quizzing you on your math right now.” Harry can’t help but laugh which causes you to laugh. You lean back and tilt your head with a smile, “Way to kill the mood.”

He shrugs, still laughing, “Sorry.”

“I’ll let it slide this time.”

He bites his lip and looks down at you with a look that causes your pussy to clench around nothing, “Get up here.” He grabs a hold of your wrists and pulls you to stand up.

“Turn around.” He spins you around and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He slides them down your legs, leaning in to kiss the small of your back.

“Bend over, as far as you can.” He pushes on your back and leans back. He bites his lip as he watches your pussy become visible, “Fuck.”

He slides his hands to your ass cheeks and squeezes as he spreads them apart, “You have such a beautiful pussy, y/n.”

Harry leans in and licks a stripe up your folds, getting them wet before he slips it between them. You gasp and place your hands on his knees to support yourself.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan out, “Yes, yes.”

You dig your nails into his skin and he groans against you. You push your hips back into his face more, moaning out his name in a whiny tone.

He buries his tongue inside of you for a few more minutes before he leans back, “Fuck, sit.”

He grabs his cock and holds it steady for you. You sit up and slowly lower our hips. You moan and close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock enter your soaked cunt, “Fuck, Harry.”

“Relax, y/n.. That’s just the beginning.” He smirks as he grips your hips and lowers your down onto his cock a little faster.

He groans as your walks pulsate around his cock. He lets out a few moans and groans as you grind your hips downward.

He squeezes your hips and pushes his up, causing you to feel more pressure which feels good, “Oh, shit, y-yes.”

You tilt your head back and Harry leans up, wrapping his arm around your stomach, “Lean, back here.” You lean back against his chest and bite your lip as you listed to him speak, “Bring your legs up, I’m gonna hold them.”

You nodded and did as he said, you had to slip off his cock, but once he got his arms hooked under your legs, you were golden.

You reach down and slip his cock back into you, moaning as you feel him pushing deeper inside of you. He thrusts his hips faster and you could feel your orgasm coming.

“Fuck, H-Harry..” you lay your head back on his shoulder and let out a moan as you clench around his cock, “shit, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Your orgasm hit you hard. Harry lays his hand on your clit, rubbing as your talks you through your high.

It was in this moment that you realized you are on absolute full display in your family dining room.

Like, if someone would walk through the front door, they would see you spread open, butt ass naked, with Harry’s cock pounding in and out of your pussy as he squeezes your boobs and rubs your clit with the other.

The thought of getting caught did give you an adrenaline rush, though.

“Fuck.” You tilt your head back and close your eyes as you pant, “When did you get good at this?” You laugh weakly.

He chuckles and leans in, “I’ve always been good. You’ve just been too good for me to find out.” He pecks you head quick and leans back smiling.

You shake your head and stand up to face him. You manage to straddle him comfortably, “Yeah, yeah. My fault I know.” You roll your eyes and bite your lip as you sit back on his cock.

He wraps an arm around your waist and watches as his cock thrusts in and out of you, “So,” Harry groans, “Re-remember how I said.. I was only going.. to, um.. do this once?”

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Yeah, that’s out the window.”

You smile and tilt your head back, moaning as you feel that familiar feeling building up again, “Fuck, fuck.”

He lays his hand on your clit and quickly rubs it, “There you go.”

You tangle your fingers in his long hair and pull, “Shit.” You moan and clench your thighs before leaning in to kiss him.

Your lips move in the most perfect sync. You start to grind your hips in a streaky rhythm and Harry pulls you closer. He lays on hand on your back and the other goes to your ass to squeeze.

You moan against his lips, gasping as he hits that little sweet spot every so often.

“I think.. we should make this.. a regular thing.. don’t you?” Harry asks in between kisses.

You smile against his lips, “I.. totally agree with.. that..”

He thrusts his hips up, “Fuck, you feel fuckin’ incredible, y/n.”

“I love your cock.” You whimper as you grind downward, “Fuck, Harry.”

His fingers dig into your skin, “Let’s go to the couch.”

You stand up and wait for him. He stands up and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

“You’re so fuckin beautiful.” He smiles but quickly frowns, “But you still piss me off sometimes.”

You smirk, “I’m sorry.”

He sighs as he lays you down on the couch, “I guess I’ll let it slide, just this once.”

He slips his cock back into you, closing his eyes as your legs wrap tighter around him.

He looks down at you and brushes hair from your face. He leans in and kisses you, “I’ve also missed you.”

You smile against his lips, “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry.”

You moan and cling to him as you cum around his cock again, “Fuck, fuck, harry.”

He watches your face, getting so lost in the way you look when you’re pleased, he didn’t realize he came inside of you.

“Oh. Shit. Shit.” He pulls out and you sit up, “What? Harry. What?”

He runs a hand through his hair and motions, “I didn’t pull out.”

You press your lips together and shrug, “Hmm?”

“I don’t- I’m sorry?” He laughs nervously and looks at you. You smirk, “Nothing we can do about it now.”

“Right on that one. Okay, um. Shall we actually study now?” Harry smiles as he nods towards the dining room.

You sigh and get up, “Yeah, but only if you promise to stay with me tonight and do what we just did again.” You bite your lip and giggle and you hold on to his arm.

“Mm, I’ll have to think about it.” Harry gives you a smirk and you roll your eyes.

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Yes Sir! — Capítulo 31

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 24 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo terá o ponto de vista de Aurora e Harry.

NotaAutora: Aproveitem o capítulo e não se esqueçam de comentar💗

Harry

Enquanto eu cruzava o corredor, os passos ecoavam como um lembrete incômodo da despedida recente, de cada palavra e de cada toque que ainda ardia em minha pele. A lembrança de Aurora parecia pulsar em mim, misturada ao peso de saber que eu não deveria ter estado ali. Eu havia prometido que não a procuraria, que respeitaria as linhas tênues que nos mantinham afastados. Mas eu percebi o quanto era difícil cumprir uma promessa que eu nunca queria ter feito.

Enquanto caminhava para casa, eu sabia que não deveria continuar aparecendo na vida dela, eu não tinha o direito, não enquanto Violeta esperava por mim do outro lado da rua, aguardando que eu voltasse e fosse o homem que ela precisava.

Mas o que era justo para ela ou para Aurora, quando eu mesmo não sabia o que era justo para mim?

Atravessei a rua quase como em um transe, tentando forçar minha mente a se aquietar, a deixar para trás o perfume de Aurora que ainda parecia preso na minha pele. Cada pensamento sobre ela se misturava com a culpa, com o medo de não ser capaz de separar os pedaços do meu coração que pertenciam a ela e os que pertenciam a Violeta.

Eu abri a porta de casa em silêncio, como se pisar ali fosse uma espécie de traição. Quando entrei no quarto, vi Violeta adormecida, com a respiração suave, por um instante, a visão dela me aqueceu por dentro, me lembrando de tudo que construímos juntos e do quanto eu a amo.

Porque, apesar de tudo, eu a ainda a amo.

Eu sei que a amo.

Deitei ao lado dela, mantendo certa distância para não acordá-la, mas o calor do corpo dela chegou até mim. Fechei os olhos e tentei me focar nela, no que significava estar ao lado de Violeta, mas era como se meus olhos só enxergassem o rosto de Aurora, a última imagem dela estava gravada na minha mente de forma tão vívida que eu quase podia vê-la ali, a dor que eu vi em seus olhos ainda me queimava por dentro. Ela estava ferida, eu sabia que eu era o responsável por cada uma daquelas feridas.Mas havia também uma felicidade amarga em mim, por mais que eu soubesse que estava errado, ainda sorria, revivendo o toque dela, a forma como ela se desmanchou em meus braços, era algo que eu não poderia apagar.

E talvez, lá no fundo, eu não quisesse.

Eu sei que não podia continuar assim, mas não sabia como sair disso, não sabia como me livrar de estar entre duas vidas, entre o que eu queria e o que era o certo.

Eu sabia que, quando a manhã chegasse, eu teria que sufocar todos esses sentimentos novamente, mas por enquanto, na escuridão daquele quarto, com Violeta ao meu lado e a lembrança de Aurora cravada em minha mente, eu deixei que a felicidade proibida me tomasse, ao menos por alguns segundos.

Aurora

Acordei com o som suave do celular vibrando ao meu lado. Ainda estava meio grogue, com a cabeça pesada pela falta de sono, mas algo dentro de mim não resistiu a pegar o telefone para ver a notificação. Uma mensagem. Pisquei algumas vezes para focar, esfregando os olhos, e então vi que era uma mensagem de um dos meus amigos, agradecendo pela festa de aniversário. Sorri, sentindo o calor de uma lembrança boa pela primeira vez em muito tempo. Suspirei e deixei o celular de lado, olhando para o teto, um sorriso melancólico e involuntário surgiu nos meus lábios, fiquei ali deitada, enquanto deixava a mente se perder na lembrança da noite passada, o abraço de Harry ainda parecia tão real, quase como se eu pudesse sentir o calor do corpo dele contra o meu, o calor da respiração dele acariciando minha pele antes de me afastar.

Meus olhos se abriram, o sorriso no meu rosto era uma mistura de dor e conforto, senti um calor suave se espalhar pelo meu peito, a verdade era que, apesar de toda mágoa, apesar de tudo o que aconteceu, eu sentia falta de nós. Sentia falta da época em que era apenas eu e ele, quando as coisas eram simples, quando eu não sabia a verdade.

Levantei devagar, ainda meio sonolenta, olhei ao redor. O apartamento estava uma completa bagunça, pratos empilhados na pia, copos abandonados nos cantos, balões esvaziados pendurados pelas paredes. Papéis de presente rasgados cobriam a mesa de centro, misturados a garrafas vazias e restos de salgadinhos. Mas, por alguma razão, aquela desordem não me incomodava, havia algo de bom na bagunça. Na geladeira, repousava o bolo de aniversário que tinha sobrado, um pedaço grande com camadas de glacê branco e confeitos coloridos que me atraíam como um abraço doce. Peguei o prato, o garfo já preparado na mão, me sentei no chão, encostada no balcão da cozinha. Dei a primeira garfada e a explosão de doçura preencheu minha boca. Era um alívio simples, quase infantil, mas o suficiente para me fazer esquecer por um momento todas as preocupações, enquanto mastigava, meus olhos pousaram involuntariamente no corredor que levava ao quarto, eu soube que não podia evitar por mais tempo a pequena caixa que Harry me entregou na noite passada.

Suspirei, terminando o último pedaço de bolo empurrando o prato para o lado, minha curiosidade queimava. Levantei-me com um suspiro pesado, caminhei até o quarto, hesitei por um momento parada na porta do quarto, meu olhar fixo na pequena caixa que repousava sobre a penteadeira, como se estivesse esperando pacientemente por mim desde a noite passada.

Eu não queria tocar nela.

Não queria deixar que aquilo tivesse o poder que já sabia que tinha sobre mim, fechei os olhos, sentindo a lembrança do abraço de Harry - o calor do seu corpo contra o meu, o cheiro dele, a sensação da sua mão segurando a minha como se não quisesse me soltar. Quando finalmente dei o primeiro passo, meu coração estava acelerado, os lábios secos, parei em frente à caixa, respirei fundo, sentindo as mãos tremerem quando finalmente estendi os dedos até o veludo frio, toquei a superfície da caixa, meus olhos cravados nela , tentando reunir coragem, tentando afastar as dúvidas, mas a imagem de Harry me entregando o presente, da última troca de olhares que tivemos, se recusava a sair da minha mente.

Eu queria me preparar para o que encontraria, mas como poderia?

Minhas mãos estavam trêmulas enquanto abria a tampa da caixa devagar, quase com medo, quando o relicário finalmente se revelou, senti um aperto no peito, como se o ar tivesse sido arrancado dos meus pulmões. Era simples e delicado, um pingente de prata que brilhava por um instante, fiquei ali, apenas olhando para ele, estendi a mão e o segurei com delicadeza. O metal estava frio contra a ponta dos meus dedos, uma onda de emoções me atingiu com força, misturando saudade, dor e uma estranha sensação de conforto. Sem pensar, passei o polegar sobre a superfície lisa do relicário, sentindo o peso dele aumentar no meu peito.

Com dedos ainda trêmulos, forcei a pequena trava até que o relicário se abriu com um leve estalo.

O que vi fez meu coração parar por um instante.

Quando ele tirou aquela foto?

Meu cabelo ruivo estava espalhado sobre o peito dele, desordenado como sempre ao acordar, quase não consigo ver meu rosto coberto pelos fios, apenas uma parte do rosto dele aparece, a linha do pescoço e um vislumbre do peito nu contra o qual eu descansava.

Eu não fazia ideia de que aquela foto existia.

Por que ele a guardou?

Por um instante, era como se uma parte da dor tivesse se dissolvido, como se o peso de tudo o que aconteceu não fosse mais tão insuportável.

Toquei meu pescoço e tirei o colar que Gabriel tinha me dado que agora parecia pálido em comparação. Coloquei o relicário de Harry sentindo o metal frio contra a pele, e uma onda de lembranças me atingiu.

Fechei os olhos e deixei que tudo viesse: a raiva, a mágoa, o amor, algo em mim tinha mudado, algo que eu não podia mais negar.

Pela primeira vez, eu sabia que precisava contar a ele sobre o bebê. Não era mais uma escolha.

Era uma necessidade.

Peguei o celular e, antes que pudesse hesitar novamente, digitei a mensagem:

Eu: Harry, preciso falar com você. É importante.

Apertei "enviar" e soltei o ar, como se finalmente pudesse respirar novamente.

Harry

Acordei sorrindo, eu ainda podia sentir a euforia do dia anterior. Olhei para o lado e encontrei a cama vazia. Violeta já não estava ali, Soltei um suspiro profundo e me levantei fui até o banheiro e liguei o chuveiro, deixando a água quente escorrer sobre meus ombros.

Aurora não saia da minha mente.

Fiquei ali por alguns minutos, quando finalmente saí do banho, enrolei uma toalha em volta da cintura e fui até a pia, passando a mão pelo espelho embaçado.

Foi quando meu celular vibrou no balcão.

O nome dela apareceu na tela:

Aurora.

Meu coração apertou, um sorriso que surgiu nos meus lábios, ela finalmente tinha me desbloqueado.

Docinho: Harry, preciso falar com você. É importante.

Li a mensagem uma, duas, três vezes, sem conseguir decidir o que responder.

Importante?

O que poderia ser? Eu queria perguntar o que estava acontecendo, mas Violeta entrou no banheiro sem aviso, me arrancando dos pensamentos, ela sorriu ao me ver, seu olhar me avaliando da cabeça aos pés.

- Bom dia, marido.

- Bom dia, esposa. - Fechei a notificação antes que ela pudesse ver e forcei um sorriso.

- Uau! - Se aproximou, seus dedos deslizando sobre meu peito ainda molhado. - Eu tenho tanta sorte! Acho que essa bebê vai ter que nascer logo, ou vou enlouquecer de só olhar para você assim sem poder fazer nada.

- Eu sei, mas temos que ter cuidado com sua gravidez, a segurança dessa bebezinha aqui é mais importante. - Passei a mão levemente pela sua barriga.

Ela deu um passo à frente e me beijou, eu retribui.

- Mas pensando bem talvez eu possa fazer algo. - Suspirou antes de seus lábios voltarem a encontrar os meus, enquanto sua mão jogava minha toalha no chão.

Eu sabia exatamente onde isso iria dar.

Alguns minutos depois e um pouco mais relaxado, desci as escadas ao lado dela, tentando recobrar a compostura enquanto o aroma familiar do café da manhã enchia a casa. Rosa, nossa ajudante estava terminando de colocar a mesa, as meninas já estavam sentadas nós esperando.

- Bom dia, Rosa. - Passei por ela indo até Aurora. - Bom dia minha princesa. - Deixei um pequeno beijo em sua tempora. - Bom dia teimosinha. - Baguncei o cabelo de Isadora antes de dar um pequeno beijo em sua cabeça.

Os cafés da manhã em família se tornaram quase raros nos últimos tempos, então eu tentava aproveitar o máximo dessa calmaria, minha pequena Aurora quis se aconchegar no meu colo, nós brincavamos com as panquecas, era tão bom poder ouvir aquela risada fofa.

Eu tentava me concentrar nisso, mas a mensagem de Aurora continuava a ecoar na minha mente.

Era importante.

Importante como?

A cada segundo minha ansiedade parecia me consumir, mas sabia que não podia puxar o celular ali.

- Harry?! - Violeta me chamou trazendo de volta meus pensamentos.

Ela estava com uma pilha de correspondências na mão que Rosa havia deixado em cima da mesa mais cedo.

- O que foi meu amor? - Olhei confuso, Violeta parecia tensa.

- Harry, precisamos conversar. - murmurou, baixo o suficiente para que Isadora não ouvisse.

Ela estendeu o envelope, parecia ter dificuldade em me encarar, o nome no remetente saltou aos meus olhos como uma maldição.

Bryan!

Um nó se formou no meu estômago, meu corpo inteiro ficou tenso, senti o sangue fervendo nas veias.

- Rosa. - Chamei, tentando manter a calma. - Por favor, leve as meninas para cima, ajude-as a se prepararem, vamos sair daqui a pouco.

Rosa, que já tinha percebido a mudança de humor no ar, apenas assentiu, tirando Aurora do meu colo e chamando Isadora. Assim que as ouvi fecharem a porta do quarto, voltei-me para Violeta, que ainda segurava o maldito envelope como se ele estivesse queimando suas mãos.

- Harry...Eu...

- Abra! Eu não vou conseguir ler. - Comecei a andar de um lado para o outro. - O que ele quer?

Violeta respirou fundo, como se estivesse tentando reunir coragem para responder.

- Ele... ele... ele quer um teste de DNA.

As palavras dela ecoaram na minha mente, cada sílaba atiçando uma fúria que há tempos eu não sentia.

- Ele quer um teste de DNA? - Cuspi as palavras, minha voz tremendo de raiva. - Ele só pode estar brincando! - Puxei o envelope das mãos dela, lendo aquela maldita intimação. - Esse... esse desgraçado realmente acha que vou permitir que ele se aproxime da minha filha?

Eu sabia que era só questão de tempo até ele aparecer de novo, até ele vir me provocar, mas um teste de paternidade?

Aquele filho da puta estava indo longe demais.

-Harry, calma... - Ela tentou, dando um passo na minha direção.

- Não! Não vou me acalmar, Violeta! - explodi, a voz saindo mais alta do que pretendia. - Você me prometeu, Violeta! Me prometeu que ele nunca mais se meteria nas nossas vidas, que aquele desgraçado ficaria bem longe da nossa filha, essa era minha única condição para voltar para casa! Eu não quero... não quero ter que lidar com isso de novo.

- Eu deixei claro para ele, Harry, você sabe, disse a ele que ele nunca mais chegasse perde de nós... de Aurora.

- Se deixou tão claro naquela época, então por que ele está aqui? Por que ele está fazendo isso? - Meu corpo estava tenso, cada músculo gritando.

- Não sei por que ele está fazendo isso agora.

- Você não sabe?- Eu dei uma risada amarga. - Ele quer me ver sofrer, Violeta. É isso. Ele quer ver a minha dor, quer destruir o que eu tenho! Três anos, Violeta. Três malditos anos que eu passei lutando para reconstruir isso, para manter nossa família longe desse inútil que um dia eu chamei de melhor amigo. - Eu estava afogado pela raiva.

- Harry, escuta...

- Escutar o quê? Que você deixou isso acontecer? Que mesmo sabendo o quanto isso me destruira, o quanto isso iria me torturar, você ainda deixou espaço para ele voltar?

Eu podia ver a dor em seus olhos, mas talvez eu gostasse que ela se sentisse assim.

- Então vamos acabar com isso logo. Damos a ele o que ele quer, provamos que ele não é o pai e ele vai embora.

- Você só pode estar de sacanagem né? Você quer que eu aceite isso? Quer que deixe ele fazer esse teste e enfrentar a possibilidade de... de perder ela?

- Você nunca vai perder ela, Harry. Ela é sua.

- Você não entende, se ele for o pai, se ela for dele... Eu não vou suportar, Violeta, não vou aguentar ver ele fazendo parte da vida dela.

- Harry, Bryan não é o pai, eu sei disso.

- Não diz isso como se tivesse certeza.- Eu a encarei, sentindo a raiva crescer ainda mais. - Se você tivesse certeza, ele não estaria aqui, exigindo um teste.

Ela respirou fundo, visivelmente abalada, mas no fundo ela sabia que era a única culpada disso tudo.

- Aurora é sua, Harry, você é o pai dela, de sangue ou não, ela é sua filha.

-E se não for? Se ela não for minha? Como você espera que eu viva com isso? Como espera que eu aceite ver aquele desgraçado ao lado dela, me lembrando todos os dias da sua traição, de tudo que me fez voltar para o inferno que foi esse passado.

As lágrimas de Violeta finalmente caíram, mas eu não estava com compaixão naquele momento. Tudo o que eu pensava era em Bryan, já não tinha sido suficiente ele ter roubado minha paz? Minha Mulher? Agora ele queria roubar minha filha também?

- Ele não vai tirar ela de você, Harry. - ela murmurou, a voz cheia de súplica. - Aurora sempre será sua! Só sua, então vamos acabar com isso.

Eu queria acreditar, queria desesperadamente acreditar que isso era verdade.

- Eu nunca vou permitir isso! Aurora é minha filha, eu criei ela, fui eu quem esteve ao lado dela, dia após dia. E agora... agora esse desgraçado aparece, querendo arrancá-la dos meus braços? Não mesmo!!Eu sou advogado, conheço juízes, promotores, advogados de defesa que com certeza não vão hesitar de fazer um favor! Eu vou fazer tudo, tudo que tiver ao meu alcance, para garantir que Bryan nunca chegue perto da minha filha.

Aurora

Harry levou um pouco mais de um dia para responder minha mensagem. Não vou mentir: parecia que tinham se passado semanas, talvez até meses, com minha ansiedade à flor da pele, esperando uma simples resposta. Ele disse que só poderia me encontrar no fim de semana, já que estava muito ocupado durante a semana. Desde então, tenho contado os dias e nunca odiei tanto o fato de ainda ser quarta-feira.

Ainda assim, suas mensagens têm sido um alívio para o meu nervosismo.

Nós temos trocado mensagens todos os dias desde então.

Nada de mensagens românticas.

Apenas perguntas simples: Como você está? Está muito cansado? Como foi seu dia? Estudou muito?

Mas, toda vez que meu celular vibrava, eu sintia meu coração saltar junto. Sei que era só mensagens bobas, sei que provavelmente não significam nada.

Ou talvez, signifiquem tudo.

Assim que a última aula terminou, arrumei meus materiais rapidamente e saí da sala, aliviada por não ter Gabriel comigo naquela aula. Não queria ter que responder a perguntas. Desci as escadas do prédio da faculdade, cruzando corredores abarrotados de estudantes, até chegar ao estacionamento. Entrei no meu Porsche, que estava parado bem em frente ao campus, soltei um longo suspiro. Hoje eu precisava ir ao hospital; tinha uma consulta de pré-natal.

As luzes brancas do hospital continuavam intensas, mas, dessa vez, não me incomodavam tanto, sentei na cadeira da sala de consulta, ajeitando-me com mais calma do que nas visitas anteriores, respirei fundo, sentindo um leve alívio.

Pelo menos essa consulta seria rápida.

O médico entrou, exibindo o olhar gentil que eu já conhecia bem. Fez as perguntas de rotina, e eu respondi com mais leveza do que de costume.

Eu não estava tão ansiosa hoje.

- E então, Aurora... ainda não quer saber o sexo do bebê? - perguntou ele, esboçando aquele sorriso paciente, como se já esperasse minha resposta habitual.

Mas, dessa vez, algo em mim hesitou. Eu costumava responder com um "não" automático, mas agora... agora parecia diferente.

Desde que comecei a considerar contar a verdade para Harry, descobrir o sexo do bebê passou a fazer mais sentido.

Eu queria dividir esse momento com ele.

- Na verdade... sim, quero saber. - Sorri, mas acrescentei rapidamente - Só que não agora. Você pode colocar o resultado num envelope? Quero descobrir junto com o pai.

O médico arqueou as sobrancelhas, surpreso com minha mudança.

- Claro, Aurora, vou fazer isso para você.

Assenti, sentindo uma onda de calma. Por um instante, um fio de esperança se enroscou no meu peito, e eu permiti que ele ficasse.

- E sobre a doação? Continua firme na decisão?

Respirei fundo, mas dessa vez sem o desespero que me dominava nas consultas anteriores.

A ideia de dar o bebê para uma família que pudesse cuidar dele ainda fazia sentido, mas... a certeza não era mais tão firme.

- Estou... considerando as opções. Achei que já estivesse decidida, mas... o medo ainda está aqui. Ao mesmo tempo, começo a pensar que talvez consiga. Talvez eu consiga ficar com esse bebê.

O médico assentiu, me observando com compreensão.

- Se precisar conversar, temos grupos de apoio com outras mães na mesma situação. Às vezes, ajuda falar com quem entende. - Ele me entregou um panfleto, sorrindo. - Aqui estão todas as informações.

- Obrigada. - Peguei o papel, sentindo-me um pouco mais segura.

Com o envelope do resultado em mãos, caminhei calmamente em direção à saída, aliviada por ter terminado.

Mas, ao virar no corredor, dei de cara com a última pessoa que queria encontrar.

Gabriel.

Ele estava ali, a poucos metros, conversando despreocupado.

Meu coração gelou.

Por que ele estava aqui?

Nossos olhares se cruzaram, e ele me sorriu enquanto se aproximava.

- Aurora? O que você está fazendo aqui?

Engoli em seco, tentando parecer casual.

- Gabriel, eu poderia te perguntar o mesmo - murmurei, esboçando um sorriso tenso. - Não deveria estar no trabalho?

- Deveria, mas passei aqui para ver meu tio. - Ele indicou o corredor com a cabeça.

- Oh! Meu Deus, ele está bem?

- Sim, ele é médico e trabalha aqui. - Gabriel riu. - E você, o que está fazendo aqui?

- Ah... só uma consulta de rotina, sabe? Coisas de mulher... nada importante. - Minha mentira era péssima.

Ele me lançou um olhar curioso, mas antes que pudesse perguntar mais, um homem se aproximou. Alto, charmoso, muito bonito e com um sorriso encantador.

- Então, você é a famosa Aurora? - O homem estendeu a mão. - Sou Bryan, tio do Gabriel, prazer em conhecê-la.

- Prazer... - Apertei a mão dele, nervosa. - Então ele fala de mim?

- O tempo todo. - Vi Gabriel corar, e foi adorável. - Você tem sorte, Gabriel, sua namorada é linda. - Bryan piscou para o sobrinho.

Namorada?

Senti meu rosto corar, e troquei um olhar com Gabriel, que parecia tão desconcertado quanto eu.

- Ah, na verdade... nós não somos... - Gabriel tentou explicar, rindo sem jeito. - Ela não é minha namorada, tio.

- Oh! Me desculpe! - Bryan riu. - Entendi errado, foi mal.

- Eu... preciso ir - cortei, sentindo o peso daquela conversa. - Tenho coisas a resolver, mas foi um prazer te conhecer, Bryan. - Apertei a mão dele de novo. - Falo com você mais tarde, Gabriel.

Ele assentiu, confuso, mas sorriu.

- Claro. A gente se fala depois.

Saí apressada, com o coração disparado. Deixei o hospital com a cabeça girando.

Talvez também estivesse na hora de contar a verdade a Gabriel, sobre o bebê.

Harry

Estava no escritório de casa, tentando revisar o material para a aula de segunda-feira, mas a concentração estava me escapando como areia entre os dedos, meus pensamentos eram tomados por somente uma pessoa.

Aurora.

O que ela queria?

O que era tão importante ?

Eu a veria hoje a noite, a ansiedade estava gritando.

Não podia negar que voltar a falar com Aurora mechia comigo, cada notificação que surgia no celular fazia meu coração saltar esperando que fosse outra mensagem dela.

De repente, o silêncio foi rompido olhei para cima e vi Violeta na porta do escritório, com aquele brilho suave nos olhos, ela sorriu e atravessou a soleira com passos cuidadosos.

- H, você precisa de um tempo, está se enterrando nesse trabalho - Inclinou- se sobre a mesa para pegar meus papéis e afastá-los de mim, com um toque brincalhão que não consegui ignorar. - Sabe, já está mais do que na hora de começarmos a montar o quarto da bebê, o que acha de fazer isso hoje?

Fechei os olhos por um instante, tentando ignorar a culpa que surgiu ao me lembrar do encontro marcado que tinha essa noite, Violeta parecia tão feliz, tão envolvida com a ideia de planejar o futuro juntos, sorri para ela, forçando-me a afastar Aurora da minha mente, ao menos por enquanto.

- Você está certa, Vi, não podemos mais adiar isso - concordei, levantando-me com um esforço visível para parecer mais animado do que realmente estava.

- Ótimo! - respondeu ela, satisfeita, enquanto ajeitava os papéis de qualquer jeito na mesa. - Eu estava pesquisando algumas lojas, mas uma amiga me recomendou uma, ela disse que o atendimento é excelente, os móveis são de alta qualidade, então, pensei por que não?

Havia algo no tom dela que tornava difícil dizer não e a ideia de passar algum tempo ao seu lado, focado na bebê, parecia a distração perfeita para afastar os pensamentos sobre Aurora.

Saímos juntos, com as meninas animadas e as deixamos na sorveteria ao lado da loja, sob os cuidados da babá. Assim, poderíamos nos concentrar apenas no quarto da bebê.

A loja tinha um ar acolhedor, o cheiro de madeira nova preenchendo o ambiente com uma sensação quase nostálgica. Luminárias suaves pendiam do teto, lançando uma luz dourada sobre os móveis expostos. Violeta parecia encantada, olhando ao redor com olhos brilhantes, havíamos dado alguns passos quando um atendente se aproximou de nós com um sorriso exagerado.

A plaqueta no peito dizia "Gabriel".

Meu estômago se contraiu, ele era o idiota que estava saindo com a Aurora.

- Olá, posso ajudar a encontrar o que precisam? - perguntou ele, num tom educado.

Tentei disfarçar a irritação, mas Violeta já estava respondendo antes que eu pudesse intervir e sair dali.

- Sim! - disse ela, animada, pegando minha mão. - Estamos montando o quarto da nossa filha. Procuramos um berço, guarda-roupa, cômoda... algo especial e delicado.

A maneira como Gabriel sorriu, me irritou, eu já queria que aquilo tudo acabasse.

- Ah, claro, sigam-me - respondeu ele, apontando para a seção de móveis infantis. - Acho que conheço você de algum lugar... você é professor, certo? - Ele estreitou os olhos, como se tentasse se lembrar. - Já te vi pela faculdade.

- Sim, sou professor - respondi, seco, sem dar espaço para ele continuar com aquela familiaridade irritante.

Gabriel começou a exibir os móveis com uma confiança que parecia forçada, como se estivesse decidido a impressionar.

- Este aqui é um dos nossos melhores berços - explicou, batendo de leve na madeira. - Madeira de alta qualidade, muito resistente. Perfeito para quem procura algo seguro e confortável.

- Hum... - Murmurei, sem esconder meu desinteresse. Coloquei a mão nas costas de Violeta, puxando-a para mais perto. - O que você acha, Vi? Gosta desse?

- Gosto, sim, H. Acho que é perfeito. - Acariciou a superfície do berço com um sorriso, claramente satisfeita.

- Que ótimo! E se vocês quiserem algo que combine, temos este guarda-roupa. É um dos nossos modelos mais vendidos, tem um acabamento lindo.

Ele nos guiou até lá, falando como se entendesse de cada detalhe, só me irritava mais. Violeta parecia feliz, tocando cada peça e imaginando o quarto completo. Gabriel, por outro lado, não perdia a chance de se dirigir a mim com aquele sorrisinho irritante.

- Vai ficar perfeito, não acha, H? - perguntou ela, a voz suave e confiante.

- Sim, vai ficar perfeito. - Segurei sua mão.

- Obrigada por vir comigo, H, é tão bom ver você assim, tão envolvido.

- Eu faço tudo por ela. - Acariciei levemente sua barriga.

- Então podemos levar?

- Claro.

- Ótimo, vou levá-los para finalizarmos a compra.

Gabriel nos guiou até o caixa, senti uma estranha satisfação ao observar Violeta tão empolgada, assim que chegamos ao balcão de pagamento, outro funcionário assumiu a papelada, organizando a entrega.

- Muito obrigada, Senhor e Senhora...

- Styles - Violeta respondeu, sua voz firme, quase orgulhosa.

- É realmente um ótimo conjunto para o quarto da sua filha, vocês vão adorar.

Gabriel desapareceu para atrás da loja, enquanto o outro funcionário finalizava nossa compra.

Enquanto esperávamos o atendente concluir os registros para entrega, Violeta se apoiou levemente em mim. Ela sorriu, um sorriso radiante, e seus olhos estavam cheios de felicidade.

- Meu amor, eu te amo. - ela sussurrou, apertando minha mão com carinho.

Devolvi o sorriso, curvando-me para beijar sua testa.

Então, uma voz feminina ecoou pelo ambiente chamando minha atenção.

- Oi, Karen, o Gabriel está aí?

Meu coração parou.

Eu conhecia aquela voz.

Levantei os olhos, lá estava ela.

Aurora.

Ela ainda não tinha nos notado, sua expressão despreocupada enquanto procurava por Gabriel. Mas, no momento em que seus olhos me encontraram, toda a cor fugiu do seu rosto. E então, seu olhar desceu e encontrou Violeta, que acariciava distraidamente a curva enorme de sua barriga de sete meses, alheia ao que estava acontecendo.

O rosto de Aurora desmoronou, o choque era devastador, ela congelou, os lábios se abriram ligeiramente, mas nenhuma palavra saiu.

Eu via apenas dor.

Dor crua, inegável.

Uma dor que eu sentia arder no meu peito como se fosse minha.

Nossos olhares se prenderam, e ali, no meio de uma loja iluminada e movimentada, meu maior pesadelo ganhou vida.

Não conseguia respirar.

- Bom, se quiserem, podemos agendar a entrega para daqui a três dias, senhor? - A voz do funcionário soou como um eco distante, quase irreal.

- Sim, perfeito - Violeta respondeu com a mesma felicidade ingênua, sem perceber que meu mundo estava desabando ao nosso redor.

Mas eu não conseguia ouvir a resposta.

Meus olhos estavam presos em Aurora.

Ela deu um passo para trás, como se precisasse de espaço para respirar, seus olhos estavam marejados, brilhando com uma dor que só eu entendia. Vi seus lábios tremerem, suas mãos se fecharem em punhos ao lado do corpo. Ela parecia prestes a desmoronar, mas lutava contra isso, se forçando a manter a compostura.

Ela deu mais um passo para trás, e então, sem dizer uma palavra, virou-se e começou a se afastar.

Eu queria gritar, queria correr atrás dela, segurar seu braço, implorar por perdão. Mas estava paralisado, enquanto ela se afastava, desaparecendo, incapaz de fazer qualquer coisa eu apenas a assisti ir embora.

Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de um comentário é muito apreciado!

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Different 1 (HS)

Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

Author's note: I've decided to post the first chapter of Different. It is a story that is EXCLUSIVE for my Patreon subscribers. There are already NINE chapters posted.

Word count: 2.5K

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“So, are you coming?” Mitch asked him as they sat in the dining hall of the university and attempted to eat what they had chosen as their meal. Harry had ordered a warm tortilla soup and a side salad with some lemonade. He was a messy eater, and so he was careful not to spill any soup on his white sweater or worst yet, stain his sleeves.

“To Y/N’s party?” He asked unbothered and disinterested in the idea of partying at some rich girl’s house. “Are you even invited?” Harry had no intention of getting in trouble, especially for such a superficial thing as attending a party of an almost stranger.

“Obviously not” Harry rolled his eyes at him as he looked through the notes of his upcoming biochemistry class. “Emma was and I am sure if we ask her, she’ll help us get in.”

“We are barely friends with her!” He argued getting annoyed by his persistence. “Why are you so interested in going?” Harry challenged wanting to know the true reason. “We rarely see her. She is on another major and most importantly you don’t know her!”

“Isn’t she studying psychology or something ?” Sarah asked as she continued eating the grapes that she had carefully packed that morning. Mitch only nodded and took a sip out of his vitamin water.

“So what? I want to get to know her. It’s senior year, H. Let’s finally do something fun” Harry snorted but eventually gave in. Mitch had always craved to be popular and well-known around campus. Although he barely could count his friends on one hand. He blamed it on not having enough time to manage everything. Yet he barely turned in assignments. On the other hand, Harry was an introvert. He hated the uncomfortable silences that surged in conversations with strangers. Therefore, he avoided talking and making conversation altogether.

But either way no matter how annoyed Harry got with Mitch, they were still best friends.

That weekend they found themselves crammed into a small vehicle heading up north, where Y/N’s family house was situated. In a small town named Lake Forest. The town was known for its enormous and pricey houses. As soon as they pulled up into her street Harry already regretted leaving the dorms.

Mitch decided to park the car a few blocks away from the house due to the high congestion of cars. Emma was already waiting for them at the front of the gate with a drink in her hand.

“It’s about time you showed up! I am freezing my ass!” She complained evidently cold from the already low temperatures at the North Shore in early August. Y/N’s house was right on the coast of the Michigan River making the breeze even colder. “Come on already!” She stumped her food on the ground just like a little kid would do when throwing a tantrum. Regardless, she reached over and dialed the intercom.

“Hello?” A soft voice greeted them.

“Hey babe is Emma, could you open the door?” Her tone was completely different from the one that she was using a few minutes ago with them. She was cheerful and happy and kind.

“Oh hey! Yeah sure! Let me buzz you in!” Then within a matter of seconds, the front doors of the house opened up to them revealing a long driveway towards the house. The sides of the driveway were decorated with trees and bushes. Emma lead the way as the rest of them looked around awestruck.

“Who needs such a long driveway anyway?” Sarah questioned clearly annoyed by the attention that they were all giving Y/N without even having to meet her.

“Please don’t be weird” Emma pleaded with them when we came to the end of the road and across her huge house. “She is really nice. So, no need to be assholes” They all nodded before Sarah opened the door.

It wasn’t like Harry expected it to be like. He had assumed that the party would be filled with snobby super-rich kids complaining about their lives but to his surprise, there were people from all over, including people from their major.

There was also space to walk, talk and even sit without having to push or shove people around. Harry knew it was one of the perks of having a big ass house.

“Emma! Hey!” A girl smiled at her and began approaching them. She leaned in and hugged her tightly. “I am so glad you made it!”

“Hey! You look great!” Emma smiled widely at her “How’ve you been?”

“Good! How about yourself?” Emma goes on to explain her boy's problems and the issues about the current gossip going around involving her. All while the rest stood back and tried their best to follow. “Oh! These are my friends Harry, Sarah, and Mitch” She introduced them after a few minutes. I looked up and smiled at her still not sure what to make of her. “This is Y/N guys”

Y/N Y/L/N was pretty known around campus. She was an extrovert. She had at least one friend in every class. Y/N would befriend anyone who seemed lonely. She had this resting bitch face which people misinterpreted.

Harry’s eyes scanned her body and face wanting to confirm everything that Mitch had told him. He spoke about her none stop and even stalked her social media and followers.

She had this gorgeous, thick hair that ran down her back and stopped a few inches above her butt. She had doe-eyes that could move crowds. Y/N wore some type of black shirt, with blue jeans and an oversized cardigan. Her hair was pushed back, and she wore a shiny necklace that stole everyone’s attention. It had been a gift from her grandfather. It held a special place in her heart. She has never taken it off ever since it was gifted to her.

“Hi, guys, nice to meet you” Her voice was even appealing — Harry thought. She shook all of their hands, and she shook Harry’s hand last.

Y/N had never before interacted with him. She had seen him around campus with Emma yet she had never had a conversation with him. Let alone notice his natural beauty. She instantly found him attractive. He wore a simple black hoodie, beige jeans, and vans. His hair was stunning and his face structure reminded her of the carved statues in the museum.

Harry licked his lips and looked away. He felt intimidated by her glaze. His mouth was suddenly too dry and he needed a drink.

“Please help yourself in the kitchen and enjoy yourselves. Let me know if you need anything else” Y/N insisted just before she disappeared in the wave of people.

“What the fuck was that?” Mitch gasped for air, seconds after she left. “Did you see that ass?” Harry chuckled and shook his head at him. “Isn’t she stunning?”

“Yes, Mitch” Harry muttered. Mitch dragged him towards the kitchen in search of some drinks and snacks. “And you wonder why you are still single”. Harry said to him.

Mitch chuckled and continued to pour vodka into three red cups.

“That kind of girl only dates guys with trust funds,” Sarah remarked reaching out for a cup. “And you two don’t qualify”.

“Somebody’s cranky” Mitch poked her on her side. It was clear that Sarah wasn’t too happy. She knew it was silly, yet she couldn’t explain the feeling that bubbled within her. She was pretty but her confidence made her uncomfortable.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Now what?” Harry walked behind them as she exited the kitchen.

“Now we look around the house and try to guess how much everything is worth” Mitch winked, there were two huge glass doors that gave out to the backyard. They were open, expanding the length of the living room. People stood out around a small fire pit. Green grass extended and covered all of the property, ending by the wooden dock over the lake. “She has a fucking boat. Unbelievable” Mitch gasped under his breath.

“It’s my father’s” Her voice startled them as she walked up to them from behind. She barely used it anymore because the weather was starting to get cooler “It’s useful during the summer” Y/N would use it as a car and would drive to her other friends’ docks. “What’s your major?” she finally asked.

“Biology” Harry responded, “Mitch’s is engineering, and Sarah is in economics”.

Y/N leaned against the back of the couch, looking for some support for her back. She had been spending too much time hunched over the books in the library.

“That explains why I rarely see you on campus” Harry was studying biology with the intention of entering medical school. He had even already presented all the standardized exams to enter. He was just waiting for the results. Meanwhile, Mitch was staying in Chicago and Sarah was looking at job opportunities on the east coast.

“Y/N” a guy roughly around their age, walked up to them. His name was Brian and was pretty known around campus. His friends and he studied economics with Sarah. She tried her best to ignore him most days. She sat in front of him and detested the way he talked with superiority to others. Brian wrapped his arms around Y/N as he owned her. Like she was his and the world needed to know.

The gesture generated a small spark of jealousy within Harry.

“Hey. I am glad you made it” She slowly and gently tore off him. Y/N felt uncomfortable and so she took a step backward, trying to gain some distance between them.

“I bought more drinks. The boys are taking them into the kitchen”. Sarah rolled her eyes at the mention of the ‘boys’. She felt like she was back in high school when the popular kids were in this one group that was untouchable and desired by many. “Sorry and who are you?”

“These are my friends” Y/N warmly smiled.

“Right,” he nodded as he stared down at them. “Sarah! I didn’t know you came to these types of things”. She faked smiled back yet held back from insulting him. Brian would really get on her nerves.

“Go get yourself a drink” Y/N suggested, embarrassed of him.

Harry paid no attention to him. He was too invested in holding stares with Y/N.

“Will I get to speak to you later?” Brian looked down at her with a hard state, “Alone” he added. Y/N nodded slightly earning a soft stroke on the side of her face before he left them.

“Sorry about that. Brian plays hockey and his father is the owner of this amusement park corporation, and he thinks he is the big shit” They laughed but Harry could tell that she was still bothered by his attitude.

The party picked up after a few hours. Everyone was spilling drinks and the floor had gotten to that point where it was sticky, but people were having fun. Harry sat on the kitchen floor because all of the couches were occupied by horny couples. He was tired from all the dancing that Sarah and Emma had forced him into.

“Tired?”

“A- a bit” he stuttered surprised to see Y/N sitting beside him. “Y-you?”

“Very much” She admitted. She lived in an apartment in the city that her parents had bought for her during her freshman year. It was a small studio apartment. It was her haven which is why she never threw parties there. That and the fact that it was too small. Therefore, she had driven just like everyone else.

“Aren’t you worried they are trashing the place?” He was curious as to why she wasn’t kicking everyone out of the house, and she was so relaxed.

“They are having fun” Y/N watched Sarah and Mitch holding each other’s hand and spinning around in her living room and hysterically laughing at one another. “That’s what matters. Plus, it’s my parent's house” she shrugged.

“Aren’t they going to kill you?” Y/N’s parents were a touchy subject for her. She isn’t tensed up and quieted down. Harry instantly noticed that his comment had made her uncomfortable.

“They don’t really care” The psychology student confessed. She was surprised by herself. Y/N never spoke about them. She had a difficult relationship with them.

“I- I understand the feeling” He smiled at her weakly. And so, they allowed the comfortable silence to engulf them.

A few hours later, Mitch was drunk and so was Emma. Most people had already left. It was mostly them and three other friends of Y/N’s.

“I guess we should get going” Harry rose to his feet, pulling Mitch up too.

“Would you like some help?” She asked as she pulled Mitch’s other arm over her shoulder. They quietly dragged him out of the house and sat him on the steps leading up to the main entrance.

“Why don’t you go get the car and I’ll buzz you in, so you don’t have to drag him all the way down the street” She suggested. Harry remained quiet and ran out for the car. Meanwhile, Y/N woke up Sarah who had passed out on the couch in the living room.

Harry pulled up and unlocked the car doors so moving/ carrying Mitch was easier. Sarah got in the car by herself. Meanwhile, Harry and Y/N helped Mitch sit upright on the seat.

“You are so beautiful” Mitch slurred to her as she leaned over him to bucked him in. “Date me” he divulges. Y/N laughed at his drunken state.

“Next time big boy” She kissed his cheek and winked. Mitch threw his head back and passed out with a big smile.

“Oh! forgot about Emma!” Harry exclaimed, he felt Y/N’s hand on his forearm which instantly stopped any movement.

“She can stay here. Let her sleep. My parents aren’t home so the company would be nice” She pointed out. “I’ll drive her tomorrow”.

“O-okay” Harry stuttered then cleared his throat “Thank you for having us” Y/N leaned in and hugged him gently.

“Thank you for coming” She muttered before she pulled away. “I had lots of fun! Drive safe”

Harry smiled at her before getting into the car. He watched her through the rearview mirror as she waved. He found himself perplexed by her kindness, her beauty, her eyes, and her simplicity. It was too bad that they belonged to different worlds — he pondered.

chapter 2...

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The Arrangement

sugardaddy dom!harry x college student subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, dom/sub dynamic, smut, use of implements for bondage and bdsm play, DDlg kink, cheating

Part 1 - 22k words

Y/n is an intern at Harry's company and he thinks she's adorable and might just be what he's been looking for. She's already smitten.

Part 2 - 17k words

Harry & Y/n start to get serious despite his wife's wishes, and there's something going on with Romy that isn't sitting right.

~Extras~

The Office Visit - 2k words

Y/n visits Harry at his office in the middle of the day for "lunch".

"Like this, Daddy?" - 3.4k words

Harry wants to make a cute video of Y/n stripping for him but it quickly turns into a sex tape.

Owned - 6.2k words

Harry brings Y/n to his home and Romy returns at a very bad time (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

The Work Trip - 4.8k words

Harry takes Y/n with him on a work trip (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

Pervert - 3k words

Based on this request. Harry calls Y/n to his office in the middle of a workday (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

Dress Up - 4.5k words

Based on this request. Y/n dresses up in diamonds and jewels and thinks she looks sexy so she secretly makes a solo video of herself. But then she goes out on a limb and sends the video to Harry while he's working.

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can you please please please write more for mattheo riddle x potter!reader. maybe the family going to one of harry’s games, accompanied by reader and mattheo? (maybe featuring the marauders?) i’d love to read anything, it doesn’t even have to be this!! hope you have a great night :)

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♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Mattheo Riddle x potter!Reader

It was one of those rare, crisp days at Hogwarts where the skies were clear, and the breeze was just right. The perfect day for Quidditch—or at least, that’s what your brother Harry would say if he weren’t busy being a massive diva about the whole thing.

The stands were packed with students from every House, cheering, waving banners, and clapping in anticipation of the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match. And to make the occasion even more dramatic than usual, your parents, James and Lily, had shown up, along with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, all seated proudly in the stands, ready to cheer Harry on.

Unfortunately for Harry, you had brought along a certain Slytherin boyfriend of yours—Mattheo Riddle.

“Merlin’s beard,” Harry groaned under his breath, glancing up at the stands where Mattheo had already worked his charm on the crowd. “Why did you bring him?”

You shrugged, a smirk playing on your lips. “Well, he wanted to support you.”

Harry snorted. “Support? Please, he’s just here to make me miserable.”

You glanced at Mattheo, who had somehow managed to get half the Hufflepuff supporters waving at him and even Remus giving him an approving nod. “He’s being perfectly nice. Maybe you’re the one being dramatic.”

Harry threw you a look that said he was this close to throwing himself off his broom. “Dramatic? I’m not dramatic. He’s just—ugh, why is he even waving at people?”

Sure enough, Mattheo was leaning casually against the railing of the Gryffindor stands, flashing a charming smile at anyone who passed by. Every few minutes, he waved, winked, or nodded at a student, causing a flurry of giggles and whispers.

“He’s not supposed to be the center of attention!” Harry muttered furiously, his grip tightening on his broom. “This is my game!”

You patted his shoulder in mock sympathy. “Don’t worry, Harry. Everyone still knows you’re the main attraction.”

“Barely,” he huffed.

Down in the stands, Sirius barked out a laugh, clapping Mattheo on the back. “You’ve got style, kid,” he said, clearly approving of Mattheo’s ability to woo an entire Quidditch crowd without even trying.

“Thanks, Sirius,” Mattheo replied, throwing an arm around you as you sat next to him. “Just here to support my favorite team, after all.”

Harry, overhearing from the pitch, yelled, “Gryffindor is not your favorite team, Riddle!”

Mattheo only grinned and gave him a two-fingered salute, causing Harry to grumble and fly off toward his team.

Remus leaned over to James and muttered, “He’s got quite the influence, doesn’t he?”

James laughed. “He’s a slippery one, that’s for sure. But if he’s got Lily’s approval, who am I to argue?”

Lily, who had been watching Mattheo’s interaction with you, gave a knowing smile. “I think he’s good for her. Keeps things interesting.”

Sirius waggled his eyebrows. “If Harry doesn’t throw him off a broom first.”

The whistle blew, and the game began. But the match wasn’t the only source of entertainment that day.

Every time Harry swooped in for a save, Mattheo would cheer—loudly. “Go on, Potter!” he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. “That’s my future brother-in-law!”

Harry nearly lost control of his broom at that, swerving dangerously to avoid a Bludger. “Future brother-in-law?” he shouted, his voice shrill. “Absolutely not!”

The Hufflepuff Seeker zipped past him while Harry was distracted, and you couldn’t help but bury your face in your hands in secondhand embarrassment.

Sirius howled with laughter. “He’s really got Harry rattled!”

“Not to mention the Hufflepuffs,” Peter added with a chuckle. “Look at them. They’re more focused on Mattheo than their own game.”

It was true. Several Hufflepuff players kept sneaking glances at Mattheo, who was now waving at them enthusiastically, giving them a thumbs-up and shouting words of encouragement like he was their biggest fan.

“RIDDLE!” Harry’s voice echoed across the pitch, and he shot a death glare at Mattheo, who was absolutely thriving in the attention.

Mattheo leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head, and winked up at the sky as though Harry’s rage fueled him. “Doing great, Potter!” he yelled, entirely too pleased with himself.

When the match finally ended, Gryffindor won by a hair’s breadth, mostly thanks to Harry’s furious speed after seeing Mattheo charm his way through half the match. The second his feet hit the ground, Harry stormed over to you and Mattheo, his broom still in hand.

“You,” Harry said, pointing an accusatory finger at Mattheo. “You are the most distracting person in the world.”

Mattheo, unfazed, smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It’s not!” Harry spluttered, his voice rising to that familiar, high-pitched squeak of frustration. “You—you made the Hufflepuffs fall for your stupid charm! And you kept shouting things about being my brother-in-law!”

Mattheo shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Just manifesting the future, Potter. You know how it is.”

“No, I do not know how it is!” Harry snapped. “And stop manifesting things!”

You tried to hold back a laugh, patting Harry on the arm. “Come on, Harry, he was just cheering you on.”

“Cheering me on?” Harry repeated, looking at you incredulously. “He’s a Slytherin! He’s supposed to be evil and plotting things, not—this!” He gestured wildly at Mattheo, who was now sharing a victory fist-bump with Sirius.

“Well, mate,” James said, clapping a hand on Harry’s shoulder as he walked over, “he’s certainly got style. Reminds me of me back in the day.”

Harry looked at his father, horrified. “Dad, don’t encourage him!”

James just laughed, ruffling Harry’s already wild hair. “Relax, kid. He’s not so bad.”

“Not so bad?” Harry echoed, looking around at his family, all of whom seemed perfectly content with Mattheo tagging along. “Am I the only one who sees what’s happening here?”

Lily smiled warmly. “Harry, he’s good for her. You’ll see.”

Harry groaned, defeated, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t understand this family.”

Mattheo grinned, pulling you closer as your parents walked ahead. “You’re just mad because I stole your spotlight today.”

Harry glared. “No, I’m mad because you exist.”

Mattheo laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. “Get used to it, Potter. I’m not going anywhere.”

With a final groan, Harry shook his head and trudged off to join the rest of the family, muttering to himself about how this had to be some kind of cosmic joke. You couldn’t help but laugh as Mattheo, walked beside you, his charm having worked its magic on everyone except your very, very grumpy brother.

“Harry’ll warm up to me eventually,” Mattheo said confidently, as if it were inevitable.

You smiled up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Or he’ll keep trying to hex you every chance he gets.”

“Ah, it’s all part of the fun,” Mattheo said with a wink. “Besides, I’ve got the rest of the Potters on my side. What’s one grumpy Chosen One?”

Harry, hearing that from a few feet away, let out another dramatic groan. “Merlin, why me?”

Somehow, you knew life was only going to get more interesting from here.

thank you so much for requesting, love!!

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You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...

Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N

Warnings: +18, smut and sexual themes

Credits: AI pic posted by f4lling28 on tiktok

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headcanons : harry potter boys x keeper!reader

↳ harry, ron, draco, neville, fred, george, remus, and sirius with a partner who can wield ancient magic (hogwarts legacy style).

↳ requests are open! submit ideas, drabbles, headcanons, or one shots to the link in my bio! don’t be shy <3

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harry potter:

-thinks it is the coolest shit ever! when you're in a fight together and you protect him by shooting a powerful blue bolt towards the enemy that disintegrates their very beginning, he feels so proud to be your partner!

-on the other side, he also knows it feels like to have a lot of pressure and power on your side. he worries about what it must feel like to wield ancient magic and be the only living person who can see it. every time you use it, he checks on you after, ensuring that you don't feel too exhausted and can continue fighting.

-supported you so much through the trials. he didn't need to know every detail of what you did and went through but he would hold you so tight when you came back, praising you over and over for being so strong and brave.

ron weasley:

-he's a little jealous, ngl. like his partner can use this sick magic and is responsible for keeping the magic safe and alive out of the wrong hands?? why can't he do that???

-i also feel like ron would be confused, if not a little angry, that you refuse to share the power and attempt what others have before (such as isidora using the magic to remove pain). he doesn't really understand the problem and feels like the keepers are suspicious.

-he'd brag about you alllllll the time though! like oh my god every second he would find some way to bring up the fact that you can do really awesome things and that you are his awesome partner forever!

draco malfoy:

-draco loves you a lot and finds your magic incredibly cool, don't get me wrong, but i think his family swayed his pursuit of you because wouldn't it be so grand if the malfoys had a keeper in their family? someone so powerful and knowledgeable? who would pass down the truth and their magic? yes please! (every time narcissa brings it up, it irks draco but also he pats himself on the shoulder for choosing you)

-wants to know every detail about the trials and the past and the memories you're viewing! you'll come back from a trial, sweaty and tired, maybe bleeding, and he'd help you first then ask hundreds of questions after.

-your use of ancient magic is not necessarily unknown and makes you quite popular among the students of hogwarts. this, however, makes draco really jealous. if he could, he would follow you everywhere, glaring down anyone who tries to make a move on you. before you go on adventures, classes, or just to the common room, he'll drape you in his slytherin scarf as if he was marking you.

neville longbottom:

-poor thing gets so nervous when you have to complete the trials or do something incredibly important for the sake of keeping the magic safe. he knows he can't go along with you but he'd stay by your side until the very moment you enter the map chamber, whispering praises and support the whole time.

-would heal up all your wounds and take care of you if you exerted too much during a fight. he knows how much everyone depends on you and the least he can do is take care of you properly! he would run you a bath, apply soothing balms to your skin or use his plants to heal you up, and cuddle you tightly!

-tries his hardest to not feel useless but sometimes it's hard when you're so strong and he's so...not. of course you'll always reassure him and give him the confidence he needs but very frequently, he gets really down on himself about it.

fred weasley:

-every day he comes to you with a new scheme that involves your magic. could you make a portal that leads from the dungeons of hogwarts to the top of the astronomy tower? it's important. snape is gonna get really mad when he goes into his office? can your magic fix that?

-begs, and i mean BEGS, you to let him come along on your adventures and battles. he wants nothing more than to support you and fight along your side! as long it's not a trial, you can't help but let him come along. you usually end up saving him after he pays a little more attention to the way your whip around the battle, taking down everyone effortlessly.

-speaking of paying too much attention to you, he thinks it is so attractive than you can do what you do! he gives you some time after fighting to recuperate but then immediately he is ON you. he's kissing you and telling you how hot it is when you turn someone to just particles.

george weasley:

-he wants you to teach him everything you can. there are some things that are just simply innate and can not be taught but all your tips and tricks when it comes to fighting will now be all of his tips and tricks. you two would just find some field away from the burrow and go at it, sending spell after spell at each other. georgie is just overflowing with adrenaline and it's a great way to get it out.

-deep down, a part of him wants to be protective of you. he wants to keep you from going out into danger and taking on dangerous tasks all for magic and some old people telling you what to do. but he knows better, trust me. he knows you can defend yourself just fine but he just wants to put you in a little bubble and never let anything hurt you.

-just like ron, he will brag about you whenever he can. everyone is sitting around the great hall table, talking about how it's so cool that you defeated a troll in one fell swoop and he just wraps his arm around your shoulders, a glimmer in his eye as he proceeds to say "yeah, aren't they just so amazing?"

remus lupin:

-fears for your health and safety so much! when you come back from a trial, he's hushing you and putting you in bed, feeding you chocolate and brewing tea until you feel better!! you are bearing the weight of centuries old magic all alone. the least he can do is take care of you!

-supports your decisions throughout your entire journey as a keeper. if you truly believe that releasing ancient magic to the world and using it for more than the original keepers intended, then he understands. if you want to continue to keep it hidden, he will not question your judgement.

-this is so fluffy but i feel like you figured out how to manipulate your ancient magic to floating, bright blue scenes and pictures. around remus's time of the month (said lovingly), you'll lay in bed with him and use your wand to paint pictures of animals, lakes, waves, stars, or, in more sappy moments, your future.

sirius black:

-he thinks it is SO hot that you can take someone down without barely blinking an eye. his favorite move you do is when you lift someone into the air and slam them down repeatedly. gets blushy and turned on excited every time.

-once followed you down into the map chamber only to be very harshly yelled at by one of the keeper's portraits. he just wanted to see what it looked like and to know where you go on dangerous missions!! who can blame him, truly? definitely grumbled the whole rest of the day.

-when you two get married, he refuses to let you take his last name and instead will either take yours or say screw it and come up with one! he doesn't want his family to have the gratification of having a keeper with the black family name. he wants you to shine for who you are and in another century, he wants your name to be yours, not his.