Criminology Harry blurb (Patreon)

Hello! I'm bringing back a favorite of mine because he's a cutie and we love a cutie. I hope you enjoy it!

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Logically, Y/N knows that utilizing an oven when under the influence of about four or five vodka cranberries as a standard borderline lightweight wasn’t the best of ideas. Especially when she’d nearly left her shoes and purse and keys in the car when Liam dropped her off -- she was a forgetful when she’s sober, so she’s an absolute nightmare when she’s drunk. Putting something in a very hot place where she would most likely forget it to burn to a crisp, only to remember, take them out, then get incredibly emotional once she realizes that they’d been ruined...sober her would have seen it clearly at the mere mention of drunk Y/N baking.

Illogically, however, she had a hankering for something sweet and conjured up a lovely idea, that she was going to make that elaborate pumpkin ginger cupcake recipe she’d been saving for Harry. He’d been busy lately, all holed up with grading papers (he’d landed another assistant teaching position for Criminology considering how well he’d done with her class the semester prior, only this class was a level 300 so much more work involved), developing lectures, answering panicked emails (much like her own). Y/N just wanted to do something nice for him, even though she wasn’t a great baker or cook, she’d figured as long as she followed a proper recipe. 

And sober Y/N probably would have been just fine! Could’ve pulled it off with little mess, maybe even made it good too. Drunk Y/N didn’t stand a fucking chance though, if she’s honest, as soon as she realizes that she needs a mixer and decides she would be just fine with a fork and her mixing bowl. 

So now her kitchen is a wreck, she’s got twenty four cupcakes in the oven, she’s sat on the counter and kicking her feet, heels tapping against the drawers beneath her as she unlocks her phone and finds Harry’s contact. She’s got a spoon with frosting covering it, pressing call with no mind to the fact that it was 1AM and he should definitely be asleep. There should’ve been no answer at all and she should’ve been leaving a very drunk little email, however within the third ring she hears the phone click over, “‘Lo?” His voice is low, a little raspy but now how he sounds when he’s been asleep for a while. . .more of a nap-like tone, “What’re you doin’ up so late, Pet? Are you okay?” 

“Mhm,” Y/N hums softly, swallowing the frosting in her mouth, “I need y’a to come over though, please!” 

“Why what’s wrong?” He sounds a little panicked, “Is everything oka--” 

“Everything is fine, Harry, seriously! I jus’ made you some cupcakes, n’I want you to come eat ‘em with me,” she knocks her head back against the cupboard behind her, “You’re always so busy, yeah? Always workin’ on stuff, so I wanted t’a give you a treat. I hope they’re good. . .the icing is good.” 

A warm chuckle tickles her ears through the phone and melts her insides from where she’s sat, “Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a bit drunk.” Y/N giggles, humming her agreement, “It’s a bit late, innit? You want me over there now?” 

“I always want you over,” she murmurs into the receiver, “Pretty please? Or else all my hardwork is gone to waste, n’then I have to throw away the cupcakes --”

“Jesus, okay!” He laughs brightly, “You’re so dramatic when you’re drunk, I always forget that,” she can hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, “Lucky I was up grading papers, Lovie. I’ll be there in a tick.” 

A tick feels like forever when you’re drunk, so Y/N is besides herself in impatience. Looks at the timer on the oven, sees that there’s still twenty minutes left on the cupcakes and she’s proper bored already. Plays with Cow and his feather toy for a little while, recites the few flashcards she’d made today over and over until they’re just spinning around in her head, daydreaming about kissing Harry because he’s just so stinking cute she doesn’t know what to do. The daydream lasts until the kisses turn deeper, and the deep kisses involve her straddling his waist, grinding her hips down, feeling him moan into her mouth and swallowing it deep into her belly. Feeling him hard, throbbing -- god, she wants him. 

So when the door twists open, and Harry appears in her doorway, she all but charges him. Tackles him with her arms wrapped around his neck, stuffing her face into his throat, “Harry!” She cheers. 

“Hi, Lovie,” she can hear the grin in his voice, his own arm looping around her waist and squeezing her tight as he hugs her back, reaching with his other hand to lock the door, “Miss me?” 

“Loads n’ loads!” She tells him, “C’mon, m’wearing pretty panties,” one hand goes down to the oversized shirt she’d switched into, flipping it up and hooking her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, “Y’can put that pretty plug in me again and --” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he tuts his tongue at her, “As I do recall, I was invited here for some cupcakes and ‘m met with the baker being grabby.” 

Y/N lulls her tongue over her lips, “The baker is very wet, yeah?” 

“Aish,” Harry sighs, he reaches up plucking at her lips, moving to peck a soft kiss, “Filthy mouth you have. The baker is also very drunk and very much going to burn her house down if she doesn’t take me to these promised cupcakes. She’s also in for a spanking in the morning for dragging Daddy out in the cold so late.” 

Pouting, she lets him lead her to the kitchen, and its then that she gets to look him up and down. Sees that he’s in his plaid pajama pants that so often she sees his cock bulge through the thin fabric of, a thin Harley Davidson shirt that’s got a gnarly hole at the hem, and a jacket pulled onto him. He must be really cold, she thinks, and guilt worms into her insides quickly. She never claimed to be anything more than an emotional drunk, as tears threaten at her eyes, furthering when he huffs a breath through his nose, “You had me believing that these would already be done, Love, still got ten minutes on the clock and that’s not even counting cool time for the frostin-- hey,” he notices her teary, pouted face, sniffling, “Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asks her, getting closer to her again. 

“M’sorry,” she all but whimpers, reaching to her cheeks to swipe away her tears, “M’sorry, I jus’ -- I jus’ missed you, and I wanted to see you. Didn’t mean for you to come out in the cold.” 

His eyes soften even more than they had been, looking at her with a gentle smile, biting down on his lip like he’s holding in a giggle -- he’s always tickled by her when she’s drunk, he’d admitted to her once. “Firecracker you are! Either livid with me, in tears, or just a happy lil’ mess, honestly I just wanna wrap you up and give y’a kisses when you are.”  

“Tell me this, Baby,” he begins, reaching up to cradle her face in his palms and leaning in to rub the tips of their noses together gently, “If I didn’t want to be here, then why would I be here?” He replaces his nose with his lips, pushing a soft kiss there, “Goodness, Sweetheart, I miss you too. You know the beginning of the year is when the full load is -- as soon as we hit midterms, I’m all yours again.” 

Y/N nods, releasing her lip that she’d been suckling on, “Sorry m’so clingy always. I jus’ love you so much.” 

Harry pecks another kiss at mouth all plushy and swollen, “I love you more. N’if anything, m’ much more clingy Love. . drove about ten over the speed limit so I could make it to you, and I’ve got plans of just wrapping you up all snug in my arms and not letting you go.” He grins, then pushes another kiss like he can’t get enough of her, “Now, let’s go get these cupcakes out of the oven, yeah?” 

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The cupcakes had been a little burnt at the bottom, but Harry had taken them out in a enough time that they weren’t too bad. While they waited for them to cool, Harry sat Y/N up on the counter and chatted with her for a little while, sitting between her spread legs as Cow napped on the kitchen table. He was pressing kisses on her cheeks as she told him about the party, how it was alright but a bit boring, and how a boy had tried talking to her but she told him to bugger off because, “He was tryin’ to do a reach around on me butt.” 

(Harry had chuckled, sliding his palms underneath her bum a bit, “Good,” he murmured close to her mouth, “Only Daddy gets his hands on this bum, huh?”) 

Once they’ve cooled, Harry helps her ice the cupcakes. Harry’s are a little more distinct and smooth, like proper cupcakes, however Y/N’s are a little more messy, getting her frosting all over her fingers and placing way too much ginger icing on the cake. He spreads some over her mouth and licks it off, lets her smooth some off onto the skin of his throat, licking it off, then suckling at the skin -- right over the spot that makes his toes curl, goosebumps pimpling up on his skin, hips knocking into hers -- a pretty purple mark blossoming on his neck. Harry giggled, tutting his tongue, “Sweet girl.” He had hummed softly. 

They eat two cupcakes each before Harry picks her up like a bride and carries her to her room. Tucks her in first then snuggles beneath the blanket besides her, cuddling close and rumpling his lips into her neck. He bites at her ears a little bit, nibbling at the lobe, playfully licking at it until she’s all giggles.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured just before she fell asleep, “Your little bum is in for it in the morning.” 

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Harry wasn’t lying when he’d said her bum was in for it. 

He’d given her enough water and ibuprofen before she’d gone to bed that no head aching hangover in sight. 

However, she her bum was aching. Harry had woken her up after his shower with sweet kisses, had barely let her leave the bed to pee and shower herself, and when she’d left him he was all smiles, winks -- just Harry. But when she walked out, all fresh from her shower, tasting the mint of her mouthwash, he’s not all boyish giggles and grins. Instead he’s sat at the end of a freshly made bed, in a stance that could only mean one thing. 

She was going to get spanked. 

A pout drags down her bottom lip as Harry makes eye contact with her, motioning for her to come to him, “Wipe that pout away, Lovie, you knew this was going to happen. Told you before bed.” 

“Don’ want a spanking,” she murmurs, but she’s living for it, really -- especially when she sees the pretty jeweled plug and light pink bottle of lube. She lets her towel fall from around her chest, leaving her bare as she crawls over into his lap, “I made you cupcakes, I don’t deserve a spanking.” 

Harry hums, rubbing his big, warm palm over her skin and gives a small little tap to her bum, “Woke Daddy up, made him go out in the cold, promised him cupcakes that weren’t done.” He pinches the flesh, tutting his tongue in that disappointed manner he does, just to get her riled up, “Sounds like you deserve a spanking to me.” He purrs, kneading the skin, digging the heel of his palm into it, the pads of his fingers pressing grape-sized indents. 

Y/N’s dizzy for it; she loves the fire that tickles and burns up from her fingertips to her very center, heating her up, sparkling inside of her. It’s euphoric. Tendrils of desire twist around each one of her vessels as his hands disappear from her. . .she knows what’s coming and she’s excited -- ecstatic even! It’d been so long since they’ve gotten to play properly. When Y/N says she misses him she does and that includes his Daddy bits too. Includes his taunting cooes, and his rough hands and the his filthy mouth. 

His hand cracks down, the heat flaring up on her bum, a stingy burn that makes her squeak and makes him huff a small laugh through his nose as he swats her again. Watching as her body twitches, one hand digging into the blankets and the other digging into his thigh. For a moment he does nothing again, and she’s anticipating it, waiting for it, but she hears the lube pop open and assumes they’re finished. Assumes so until she gets three quick swats, one on her left, one on her right, and one right in the middle, close to where her thighs meet her bum. A gasp mixed with somewhat of a squawk leaves her and he shushes her quietly, “You did make mighty good cupcakes though, so I won’t make your little bum too sore until I fuck it later, yeah?” He spreads her open, showing off her other hole and the cool lube that’s drizzled over it makes her shiver, his finger swirling around the puckered skin, “Missed this pretty hole. G’na spread you right on open for my cock t’night. I’ll stuff you with a plug for now and you can wear it all day while you run some errands with me.” Y/N whines lowly as he sinks his index finger into her bum, down to his knuckle, pouring some more lube around the hole (they’d done this enough that Harry knows how to make this run smoothly), “Relax for me, Puppy.” 

He carefully fucks her open with his fingers, getting three fingers into her bum, scissoring her out before withdrawing his fingers and she wiggles her bum up at him because she knows he likes it. Likes her needy to be filled, and she’s only proven right when he titters, warm and sweet, “Always so desperate to be full, aren’t you?” He hums, the tip of the plug pushing at her hole as he slowly presses it in, giving her time to accommodate for its size. A moan drags from the bottom of her chest, fisting at the blanket as he pushes it in, until the pretty jeweled end is snug to her skin. 

“Look at that,” Harry croons, giving her another good swat that startles her but makes her mewl all the same, “So pretty! This cute lil’ bum, and oh -- what do we have here?” His thumb runs over her slit, collecting the wet that had drooled from her, dipping into her for only a moment before withdrawing, “This lil’ hole is awful greedy for attention, isn’t she?”

“Mhm,” Y/N nods her head, “Pretty please? I’m being good.” 

Harry hums, “Very good, baby, such a good girl for me.” Y/N melts at his words, bustling with giddiness, “So I’ll let you decide: do you want my mouth on this eager pussy or do you want my cock inside of it? Choose carefully though, Pet, whatever you choose now you don’t get later, ‘cos I’ll be far too focused on this pretty bum.” He twists the plug to punctuate it, making her clench all over and she whines, mouth dropping into a pout. 

Y/N doesn’t like picking -- he knows she doesn’t like picking -- but he loves how riled up she gets when she has to. She can tell from the smile in his voice when he tells her to choose, even more so when he gathers her up in his arms so that she’s straddling his lap, facing him as she makes her decision.

His mouth would be nice. A mouth like sheer velvet, plushy and warm circled around her swollen bud or his tongue languid in its ventures up and down her slit, dipping between her lips and lapping at her like she was the tastiest treat he wanted to savour. But his cock. . .that would be so nice too. Her walls stretching around him as he dips in her, and that means she’d get to feel him cum too. She’d like that a lot. . .wants to feel him deep inside but she also wants his mouth and it’s just too hard to choose.

“I don’t know!” She huffs, her hands on his shoulders, squeezing with a bit of frustration, “M’bad at choosing, both sound so nice.” 

Harry butts his nose against hers playfully, “Both do sound nice, don’t they?” He asks, “Are you going to make, Daddy decide then?” Y/N nods quickly, rocking her hips into the stiff bulge in his boxers and he sighs, thinking it over a moment before he makes his decision, “Alright Love, I’ll give you my cock now, n’then tonight after I fuck your bum I’ll eat your cute little peach, yeah? Sound good?” A smile pulls at her mouth, nodding and Harry pats at her bum as he twists them around, and she squeals. 

There’s no preamble -- Harry’s stiff as stone and Y/N’s all drippy wet -- so when he unsheathes himself from his boxers, he paints the head up and down her slit once, twice, three times before slowly pushing into her. His mouth falls agape, eyes fluttering as he rocks himself deeper and deeper inside of her until he bottoms out. Balls tucked close to her bum, slipping down so that his elbows cage her in, his forehead pressing to hers, “God, you feel so good.” 

“You feel better,” Y/N moans, her face tucked into his throat, and he giggles as he fucks into her, each thrust with purpose, hard, and fulfilling, hitting against her spot each time, “Feel so good, Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you.” She feels the pressure of the plug inside of her still, accompanied with the sweet precious of Harry’s cock and she feels so full that her toes are curling to the point that they nearly cramp. She’s gushing around him, so wet that she can hear it with each thrust of his hips, and he’s so hard that she can feel him pulsing within her. 

Harry pushes their lips together, licking into her mouth before massaging and rolling their tongues around together, moaning into her mouth as she feels herself squeezing him, already nearing her orgasm. There was something about being so full that really got to her -- Harry had joked about making a mold of his cock so that she could have him in two places at once, and if she’s honest that sounded so wonderful to her but she was too embarrassed to admit it. 

Parting from her mouth with a wet noise, he questions, “Y’gonna cum already for me? Feel you squeezing around me, Puppy. G’na drench Daddy’s cock are you?” 

“Mhm,” she whines, heels digging into the dips of his back, “Please, please, please.” 

“I know,” he murmurs low, “I know, come on, you can cum fo’ me.” 

Y/N’s orgasm rides through her like the wash of a warm wave, swelling from her center, sloshing through her entire being in hot white heat that makes her clenching, squeezing him between her thighs and milking him. It makes him moan loudly in her ear, “Tha’s it, tha’s it, tha’s it,” he murmurs, riding it out for her, but she started pushing at his abdomen when she gets too sensitive.

“Daddy, Daddy, s’too sensitive!” Her back arches, but Harry slips his arm beneath her back, holding her close to his chest, his hand going to the headboard, digging his nails into the wood but she doesn’t say her safeword so he pushes her, keeps going, thrusting his hips in deep until she is coming undone once again and pulsating around him and that’s what pushes him over the edge, “Daddy’s g’na come, baby, okay? You’re okay for Daddy to cum all over your pretty tummy?” And Y/N moans, nodding and humming a mantra of “yes” exhaustion coating her as he slips out of her, letting her fall back to the mattress and nuts off in thick, white ribbons that paint her tummy while he schlicks his hand over himself. 

Y/N’s panting and so is he, as he nearly drops on top of her in a pool of his own breathlessness. She feels sensitive to the touch all over, every stroke of their skin together makes her twitchy. Harry peppers kisses against her chest as he slides his fingers through his own cum, reaching up to place it between her lips and her tongue curls around them to lick it off. He always tastes so sweet, she could lick it off all day, which is why she takes his wrist in her hands to drag his fingers through some more of it before placing them on her tongue again. 

Harry laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, “Filthy girl.” He murmurs, flopping down to her side and dragging her into him, “Come cuddle.” 

“M’messy though.” She murmurs but he tutts his tongue. 

“When have I ever been deterred by a little mess?” He questions her, holding her even closer, “S’a cold autumn day, and I wanna cuddle with my girl while her lil bum is being stretched out with a plug. That too much to ask?” 

She huffs a laugh through her nose, nuzzling into his throat and accepting the warmth given to her by his arms, “You’re the worst,” she murmurs, “I missed you loads.” 

Harry presses a kiss to her temple, “I missed you much more.”