Prof! Harry part 6 (Patreon)

First of all, I want to apologize for the updates being so few and far in between, school has actually been trying to decimate me and my spirit, HOWEVER I've got another post cooking up within the next two days AND!! you can expect a good old part 6 of gang harry on tumblr very soon!!! 

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vi.

Y/N is rather cute when she’s whining.

She’s cute always, Harry had long since decided this and labeled it as fact when he had realized that no matter what she was wearing, what situation they were in, or what she was saying, she still managed to be the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing. It was his undoing, always, but right now even more so than before because she’s stretched out before him on her bed. Every inch of her silky skin was free for his gaze to drink up and soak in, free to touch, to suck hickeys and marks into the untouched terrain. The elation that overcame him was insurmountable at every moment he strokes against the tender flesh stretched over her neck, the pad of his index finger strokes against her drumming pulse. 

Between her thighs, she ached for him, the skin slicked wet from the arousal that dripped from her sweet little honey pot. They had moved from the couch to her room only ten minutes prior, after he’d asked her the question that had strunken her so whiny. He’d given her the chance to cum but it would be from his fingers alone, or she would wait for when he was ready to tuck his cock deep inside of her. Again, most definitely he would fuck her tonight but he enjoyed the worried knit of her brows as she tried to decide. Harry had coaxed her into her bed with the teasing suggestion that maybe lying down might clear her head and lead her to the answer. Which -- there is some truth to that in most things, but Harry had only proposed it so that he could touch her freely. With her lying before him, he had full reign to feel and touch and prod where he desired. 

So he did so; stroked the gentle slopes and curves of her frame with the tips of his fingers, noting what spots made her tremble, where goosebumps bubble along her skin in reaction to his caresses. Harry wanted to build it up -- they’d both waited so long for this -- but it was difficult for him to be this slow. The lamp to the side of her bed emits a warm glow that bathes over their bodies, just barely glittering against the rings that fit the base of his knuckles. Every time they graze against her skin she twitches, like he’d zapped her with electricity. 

“What do you say, Sweet thing?” He murmured, gaze drinking her in -- lapping her up; Harry had never known this feeling before. An encompassing dehydration that Y/N might be the only source of restoration for. He wanted to lull his tongue over every inch of her body, taste every bit of her, memorize each and every ridge and dimple and spot, “Do you want to cum tonight?” 

She whines again, only this time, when she wriggles her chest shudders with a shaky breath and Harry’s gaze is momentarily drawn to the soft peak of her nipples,, “I don’t know!” Her voice wavers. . .he’d been toying with her, pushing her closer and closer to her breaking point. It wasn’t out of poor intent -- he just wanted to see how far he could stretch her. Was this not what she desired? Y/N had expressed how much she liked when he teased her and so he only pressed more, but he reckons she was close to her breaking point. She wanted him to decide, she’d tell him until she was blue in the face, but he wanted her to ask. Wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth, “I -- please, I need you,” her lip wobbles, “You decide for me.” 

Harry shakes his head, “Hmmmm, no, I think you ought to tell me,” he skates his fingers down to her hips, following the slope toward her center, where she dripped for him -- two of his fingers slip right inside of her. And oh, she was just so incredibly tight but so slippery and ready for him he didn’t know what to do. The poor thing had been edging for weeks and he wouldn’t question the validity of her statements saying that she hadn’t so much as touched herself without his specific request for her to do so. Harry reckons that she would make a lot of people happy, who explore this side of sexuality and want a good girl who listens to everything they say and takes value in their orders. 

And he could not express the delight he feels knowing that she wanted to be with him. 

He’d never viewed himself as a very dominant man, but she had drawn this side out of him with complete ease. He wanted to please her just as much as she wanted to please him, so it took all but nothing to coax this untapped hunger from him. Just that first day, when she spread her legs for him upon his request and showed the dampened fabric of her panties and told him in that sweet, breathless voice that she only wanted him to decide things like this for her. 

“...I want you to make me wait for it, even if it’s not today -- want you to edge me until I can’t stand it.” 

From the state she’s in, he would say he’d been rather successful. 

Y/N drags her hands flat down her face with a mewled whimper, her thighs tense to shut around his hand but he uses his free palm to flatten against the tender inner skin and keep her spread open. She breathes rapidly -- it would take her no time to cum, he’d say, as he continuously stroked and prodded at that spongy spot inside of her that made her legs tremble. He lulls his thumb in a tight little circle over her swollen clit, that was all puffy and engorged with blood, and doesn’t bother to hide the smile that slips onto his mouth when she squirms and cries out. Harry is over the moon as he watches her, feeling her walls spasm around his fingers before he withdraws them quickly. A sad, desperate little noise leaves her before she gives a shuddering inhale, “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered but Harry merele brought his fingers to his mouth. He strokes his tongue against his skin and tastes her arousal, letting his eyes flutter as he shakes his head. 

“You taste so nice,” he compliments her before holding out his fingers for her, “Go on, have a taste.”

She doesn’t hesitate, laving her tongue around his digits without a second thought and Harry coos at her, leaning forward and smearing their mouths together. Her kisses are desperate but when he takes a slow approach, not meeting the quick pace she’d tried adopting, she slows to meet him. Takes her time, opens her mouth and lets his tongue slip inside to graze against his. Y/N slides her arms around him, pulling him closer to her body and Harry teasingly thrusts his hips against her, knocking the swell of his bulge against her.   

“What do you want Daddy to do?” 

Another shaky breath slithers from her throat, and when he draws back enough to look at her face, she just seems so completely and totally overwhelmed. Tears bead her eyes and a nugget of guilt is unearthed in his stomach as he strokes down her tummy with a careful hand, “Oh, sweet girl,” he murmured, taking the hand that hadn’t been playing with her and stroking her cheek gently with his thumb, “You just want Daddy to decide, don’t you? Even if it means you can’t cum?” He tickles the tips of their noses together, “Even if it means I keep taking you all the way to the edge, all night long, but I won’t let you?”  

Nodding, she sniffles and melts into his palm, “Yes, anything, I don’t want to decide -- want you to. Please -- please, do anything to me, I want you to,” she tilts her face into him, leaving peckish kisses against his hand, “I’ll do anything you want, Daddy, I’ll be good, please --” 

Harry doesn’t even think she necessarily knows what she’s begging for anymore but he himself had grown uncomfortably tight in his trousers, and wanted to drag her along as far as he could before she understood that she would get his cock tonight. So he withdraws, starting on the button of his trousers as he takes a step off the bed so he could push them down, and along with it his boxers. He peels the shirt he’d been wearing from the collar, over his head and tossing it onto the floor. 

“Why don’t you get my cock wet, hm? If you do it well enough then maybe I’ll have you sit on it.”

Y/N scrambles to sit, and Harry chuckles warmly as he plops back on the bed, his back up against the headboard. His prick has never been harder than it was right now; the head was an aching red begging for any touch at all but he’d deprived himself of it until this point. He was dripping precum, his tip shiny and smooth, beckoning for the caress of her tongue and Y/N more than happily obliges. She bends down, slips her fingers around the stiffened shaft and draws the head into her mouth, lulling and laving her tongue around it instantly. A raspy moan leaves his throat, his chin tips up as he pets his fingers through her hair, “That’s a good girl,” he purred as she took him deeper, her reddened lips stretched as her tongue swirls around the swollen head -- his body fizzles with a beautiful heat that swarms through his abdomen, spiralling down to his cock as he throbs against her tongue, “Such a naughty little tongue though.”

Harry reaches forward and runs his hand over her breast, tweaking the nipple playfully, only smiling when she hums around him. Vibrations spiral down his shaft, which would have been enough to make him leak more onto her tongue but she couples it by dipping all the way down. He jolts out of surprise, a gaspy whimper escapes him when her throat contracts around the intrusion, she gags around him, making it even tighter before she slips up and off with a deep inhale, “Fuck sake,” he laughs breathlessly, thumbing away the saliva that had slipped down her chin, “Messy -- you like sucking my cock, hmm?”

“More than anything,” she replies, before she’s sinking back down and stripping her tongue up one long line, from his bottom of his shaft to his slit, where she slurps and swirls greedily -- she’d always been exuberant about sucking him off but tonight came with a refined passion. Sponged, open mouth kisses dot along his thighs, up and down the length of his cock, and he would have questioned if she were teasing him if not for how she pulls him back into her warm, wet mouth. Harry is dizzy with want, swimming in bliss as his eyes roll back when one of her soft handles cupped his balls, her thumb is slick from her own spit, spreading it around the tender skin. Her other hand flattens against his abdomen, as she bobs her head over him with fervor. 

He would have been happy to let her continue, but it was getting so sloppy, and he was so wet, and she was just so impassioned and good that he would cum too soon if he let her continue for too long. So he lets her bob her head a few more times, taking him to the back of her throat while her fingers dug into the skin of his tummy before he gives a short tug on her hair, “Okay, that’s enough. Let’s see how wet I am.” She withdrew, albeit reluctantly, and her panting breaths washed over his shaft in warm little puffs as she sucked oxygen back into her lungs, “Oh, wow,” it doesn’t take much to feign his amazement, because a part of him was -- he had already been pretty slick from his own arousal but his shaft was glistening from her saliva. It felt cold without her mouth on him, the ceiling fan blows cool air that makes him visibly twitch and Y/N giggles, “Well look at that. You made me really wet didn’t you? You must really want it, don’t you?” 

“Yes please,” she agrees, sponging another kiss to his thigh, “I’ll be good.” 

“Don’t doubt that, you’re always a good girl for me,” he murmurs reflectively, before he makes a show of a sigh, “I guess you deserve it, don’t you Puppy? Come and sit on my cock.” 

Y/N is hesitant at first, her brows raising and her eyes going doe-wide and hopeful -- it makes his cock twitch again, “I can?”

“I mean if you don’t want to then --” he begins to tease, but she quickly gets up to him, straddling his lap with her thighs so that she hovers over him, reaching back with her delicate hand and looping her fingers around the shaft carefully. Harry slides his hand over hers, his other hand clutching her hip as she slowly begins to sink down. He helps her paint the head of his cock up and down her slit. She’s warm, and still dripping -- it makes his toes curl and Y/N balances herself with his shoulder, holding onto him and taking a deep breath, before she pauses their hands at her hole. 

The tip of his cock presses inside of her, Y/N’s wet hole stretches around him, encompassing him like a tight, warm hug. It’s amazing -- all the build up for the past few weeks leading to this moment, as she mewls while she keeps sinking further and further, a small little yelp when his hips unintentionally buck up into her and bring her further down. It takes everything in him not to grip her hips, helping her bounce on him, so he bites down hard on his lip and tries to focus on not blowing his load. Y/N’s face is twisted in the most diving pleasure, as she sinks till her bum is tucked against the cradle of his lap, Harry slips his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her into him so he could suckle and bite at her mouth. He kisses her, smoothing their lips together, he runs the tip of his tongue over the soft, plush skin, soon flickering his tongue into her mouth. Harry kisses her breathless as she accommodates his size, sliding his hand over her lower belly, “Can you feel me here?” He coos as she nods, their noses tucked together as close as she was to him. 

“You’re so big,” she whimpers, her eyes flickered shut as she experimentally rolled her hips, “Oh -- oh, you feel so good, I --” she rocks her hips again, and Harry’s hold on her tightens. 

“Can’t believe you were hiding this tight lil’ thing from me,” he aids her as she continues to move her hips, moaning more and more with each movement, and she snuggles closer to his body, which he accepts readily. Y/N feels good. . .to be near her in general is lovely, but to be this close to her -- inside of her, holding her in his arms. God, he could be like this forever. 

She’s warm, her body radiates heat like a furnace but eventually she does raise her hips just enough before sliding back onto him. Then she does it again, and again, until she builds up her own pace. And Harry was going to let her go at her speed -- he intended to let her take what she needed from him, but when he experimentally bucks up into her hips again, she moans. God, she moans like she’d never felt so good in her life, and he thinks his cock had stroked against the soft spot inside her that had her trembling, “Again,” she murmurs, and it feels as if she had gotten wetter, if that were even possible, “Please do it again!” 

So Harry does. He slides down so he gains more leverage, holding onto her hips as he starts to fuck his hips up into her. She attempts to balance herself on him but simply gives up, leaning back against him, their chests pressed so close together that he could feel every rise and fall of her breath. Her nipples stroke against his skin, her skin is damp with sweat, and she moans and whines and whimpers as he fucks into her. His heels dig into the mattress to keep himself stable as he continues, holding on by a thread. It was so much and not enough all at once -- he wanted to be closer. . .impossibly closer to her, to adhere to her like a second skin. They’d both been waiting for so long, they could barely speak, only soaking in one another’s presence fully. 

“Wait,” she pushes herself up, “Wait, wait, wait, Daddy,” his hips slow to a stop. 

“What’s wrong, Baby? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

She shakes her head, “If -- if you do anymore, I’ll cum,” she inhales through a tremble, “You -- we have to stop if you don’t want me to cum. I’m not good at holding it off.” 

Harry doesn’t know why it makes his heart swarm with an immense bout of love, but it does nonetheless. His heart feels far too big for his chest as he lets his eyes gaze over her, how she’s trapped him between her thighs tightly, panting, slight panic written on her face. She really wanted to listen to him -- really wanted to stave off when she could have just kept bouncing on him and dealt with the repercussions of it later -- and he is over the moon because of it. 

So he pulls her close to him again, slips out of her only so that he could roll them over, switching positions so that he was on top of her and he takes a hold of himself, stroking down her slit once before he slips in and bottoms out. She moans but he catches it with a brief kiss as he gets a grip on his position, his hand flush in the pillows while his forearm supported most of his weight on that mattress to the left of her. He rolls his hips slow and deep, keeping an eye on her to see when he hits that spot just right and when he does, she gasps and her legs curl around his waist to hold him tighter, almost restricting his movements. “You can cum,” he lulls his tongue around his mouth, getting caught up in a groan of his own when she tightens in response to it, “You’ve been so fucking good, Sweetheart, such a good girl. Go ahead you can cum all over my cock.”

The noises that leave her are music to his ears, when he slides his hand down and runs his fingers in tight little circles over her clit. Her moans come deep from her chest, her hips raise to meet his and her walls pulsate and squeeze around him as her orgasm finally flushes over her. Harry snaps his hips against hers, working her through it as her back arches into him, her eyes squeeze shut, a long cry of his name that propels him towards his own undoing. He kisses her again, swallowing every little whine and grunting groan as she throbs around him. Harry has to slip out just a few heartbeats before he comes, his whole body sizzling with an unremitted static warmth as thick white ribbons paint up her tummy.  

He presses their foreheads together, so close that they’re breathing each other’s air, and Y/N gives a puffed giggle when he lowers onto her, leaning his body weight against her, “Daddy,” she murmurs, “You’re heavy!” 

Harry nuzzled into her throat, blowing a raspberry into her skin and she giggled, “Think I’m jus’ gonna have to suffocate you, cutie, m’too tired to move.” Y/N wriggles from beneath him until she finds herself a position she thinks is suitable and comfortable. It had slid him a little to the side of her body but he was still predominantly cuddled over her, no matter the mess on their bellies that they now shared, they took the moment with one another and revelled in it. 

“Thanks for letting me cum,” she snuggles closer to him, shivering, “Could we -- would you mind if we cuddled for the rest of the night? Would that be okay?” 

Harry doesn’t think he could imagine anything better than just that.