Let Me Be Your Good Boy, Daddy
Summary: Harry wants to show his stepfather, Louis, what a good boy he is.
A/N: this is basically a part two to this fic (xxx) that i wrote. it suddenly ended up fluffy at the end idk how but feed back is always appreciated :) enjoy! x
Word Count: ~2000~
“Ah! Harry! Ugh!” Louis heard a young girl’s moan from his stepson’s bedroom. Unfortunately, their bedrooms were next to each other, making privacy a bit difficult.
He doesn’t even like girls, Louis thought to himself, hearing the squeaking of the mattress. He bit his lip, jealously boiling inside of him. Didn’t Louis just teach Harry a lesson about being a good boy last week?
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will punish you for this one, too. You’ll learn eventually,” Louis muttered to himself, smirking slightly.
Harry was in for the punishment of a lifetime.
Harry padded into the kitchen barefooted the next morning, seeing the older man reading the newspaper at the table with his cup of tea.
“Good morning, Dad,” Harry greeted tiredly. Louis’ eyebrow quirked up, surprised at the new name for him. Harry had always refused to call his step father “Dad”.
“Morning. The lad you were fucking last night sounded a bit girly,” Louis stated bluntly, looking at the younger boy’s cheeks turn red as he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortable.
“Uh, it was a girl,” Harry mumbled, looking down at his feet.
“Thought you were gay?” Louis asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“Uh, well, I don’t exactly know. Just, uh, wanted to test it I guess?” Harry said as more of a question.
Louis nodded once, squinting his eyes at the curly haired boy. “I was like that, too, you know,” Louis admitted.
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Wait…” Harry started, confusion evident in his voice and on his face.
Louis smiled softly. “Shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to you that I like to fuck men, Haz,” he explained, chuckling softly. Harry smiled back shyly in response, feeling a pool of arousal start up in his abdomen thinking about what he and his step dad did the week prior.
Harry nodded, not looking at the other man and tried to cover up his growing erection. Louis’ eyes followed his hand as a smile spread across his face.
“That girl must not have done a very good job with you last night, huh?” Louis mocked. Harry shook his head, looking at the older man and wanting him so badly. He knew it was wrong, but he didn’t care, because it felt too right.
“No, she didn’t, Daddy,” Harry confirmed, eyes darkening.
“Does Harry want Daddy to fix that?” Louis teased, a smile playing on his lips.
The young man nodded quickly, wanting it so badly he couldn’t think of what to even say.
“Come here, baby. Daddy will fix it,” Louis cooed, putting the paper down, motioning his stepson to come over to him. Harry’s blush deepened, looking down at his feet as he walked over to the older man. Louis pulled Harry onto his lap, rubbing his hipbone. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you good again?” Louis murmured in his ear. Harry shook his head, growing confident.
“No, Daddy. I want to ride your cock and show you what a good slut I am,” Harry breathed. Louis was taken aback by his stepson’s courage, but smiled nonetheless.
“Well, you’ve been a good boy, I suppose, so I guess I could let you do what you want,” Louis stated softly, pants tightening at the thought of the younger boy bouncing on his cock.
Harry stood up, taking both of his stepfather’s hands, pulling him up like a child would do to a parent. Louis stood up, following Harry upstairs. Louis knew how incredibly wrong this was, but they had already done it once, so he saw no harm in doing it again.
They got to Harry’s bedroom. The younger boy opened the door, taking Louis’ hand again and laying his stepfather onto his bed. Harry straddled him, rubbing his erection against Louis’. “Want you so bad, Daddy. Want you to fill me up,” Harry begged innocently. Louis’ mouth went dry, seeing how needy Harry was getting. Last time they did this, Louis was totally in charged, throwing Harry every which way and punishing him. This time, Harry was going to torture Louis, teasing him until he was whimpering. Louis had his fun last time; this time was about Harry.
“Been such a good boy, Harry. Look so good,” Louis praised, holding Harry’s narrow hips. Harry ran his large hands up Louis’ torso before yanking off his white t-shirt. His hands roamed Louis’ tanned stomach as he leaned down to press chaste kisses to Louis’ jaw, nipping down at the stubbly skin. Louis couldn’t suppress the quiet moan leaving his mouth and Harry couldn’t help the smirk on his lips.
Harry stood up straight on his knees and took off his own shirt and showing off his lean, toned body. Louis tilted his head slightly as if to catch a better glimpse at the younger boy. Harry smirked down at him, running his hands down his own torso before reaching his flannel pajama bottoms and pulling them off. Louis couldn’t help but smile at the fact that his stepson didn’t even wear underwear under his clothing and he was pleasantly greeted with Harry’s hard cock pressed against his abdomen. Harry’s hands moved down to the hem of Louis’ boxers, exactly what he would sleep in every night, and pulled them off, leaving both Louis and Harry completely stripped of clothing.
Louis was panting slightly with excitement and his cock pulsating against his stomach as it lay next to Harry’s. Harry reached next to his bed, grabbing the bottle of lube he hid in his drawer and handed it to his stepfather. Louis smiled at him and opened the bottle, pouring the clear liquid onto his fingers and reaching behind Harry. Harry leaned down, pressing his chest against Louis’ and putting his face into the crook of his neck.
Louis fingers traced around Harry’s tight ring of muscle as he teased the young boy before pressing his finger in. Harry’s jaw fell slack and he moaned softly. He gripped Louis’ shoulders for balance and pushed down on Louis’ finger eagerly. For Louis, Harry really was a little slut and he wasn’t ashamed to show him that.
Louis smiled and wiggled another finger into the tight heat, scissoring Harry in preparation for what was to come. Harry bit down on Louis’ shoulder softly, encouraging Louis on. Louis groaned inwardly at how fucking good Harry looked like this.
“‘M ready, Lou,” Harry murmured against Louis’ tanned skin and Louis pulled his fingers out, earning a whine from Harry’s swollen lips. Harry sat up straight and reached behind him, taking Louis’ hard, leaking cock into his hand and aligning it with his stretched open hole. He teased himself and Louis by dragging the head around the rim. Louis groaned out loud this time, grabbing Harry’s sharp hip bones.
“Harry, just do it already,” Louis commanded impatiently. Harry laughed evilly before spreading his legs just that much wider and inserting just the tip inside of him. Louis watched where their bodies met and lolled his head back. “Christ, Harry, just take the whole thing. You and I both know you can.”
“Oh, I know I can, Daddy. Just be patient,” Harry teased with a wink. Louis bit his bottom lip in frustration, wanting so badly so slam his hips up hard to match Harry’s but he resisted the urge. Harry sunk down just slightly; tightening himself so much that Louis felt he was putting his cock in a chokehold.
“Fuck, Harry,” Louis grunted. Harry sunk down achingly slow before he bottomed out, crying out “Daddy!” as he got there. Louis thought his cock was going to explode at this rate and he feared he wouldn’t last very long.
Harry’s hands held Louis’ shoulders as he began bouncing up and down with Louis’ grip on his hips, the sound of skin against skin loud. Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest and his breath was short and heavy. Louis was completely overwhelmed at the site of his stepson so eager and so hot for him and an endless stream of “daddydaddydaddy” leaving his lips only made Louis hotter.
“So good, baby. Take my cock so well,” Louis praised. Harry reached behind him, holding onto Louis’ thighs and creating a whole new angle making Harry keen. Harry continued to roll his hips, letting Louis’ cock stroke his prostate with every thrust.
“So big, Daddy. So fucking big,” Harry moaned, letting his jaw fall open as he moaned obscenely.
“You’re such a good boy, baby. Look so beautiful like that,” Louis murmured, right hand traveling to take Harry’s neglected cock in his hand. He stroked it slowly, eyes never leaving Harry’s face. Harry’s eyes were closed, lips red and puffy and cheeks flushed. He looked like absolute perfection and Louis’ chest ached at the beauty of him. How he didn’t notice it early was beyond him.
“Daddy, feels so good. Feel so full,” Harry panted, sweaty curls falling in his face. Louis’ stomach tightened every time he heard Harry call him Daddy, both from arousal and pure adoration. Louis couldn’t figure out what the fuck was coming over him this time around.
Louis could feel his stepson trembling above him. His grip tightened around Harry as he moved his hand faster, knowing how close Harry was getting. Harry moaned loudly, unable to form any coherent thoughts. With a few more strokes, he was coming hard all over Louis’ torso with one last cry of “Daddy” leaving his red lips. Louis smiled filthily up at him, dragging his finger against one of white ribbons, collecting it before sucking his finger into his mouth. Harry groaned at the sight, pulling off slowly and crawling down to take Louis’ cock into his mouth.
Louis yelped in surprise, throwing his hands into the mess of curls below him. Harry took him in fully with no problems at all before bobbing his head up and down like he was a fucking porn star. Louis bit his lip at the sight. Harry’s tongue lapped around the head and his teeth scrapped against his shaft. His hands found his balls and he massaged them while sucking harder and harder and before either one of them knew it, Louis was coming right down Harry’s throat. Harry swallowed happily before pulling off with a pop and lying next to Louis and curling into him. Louis panted and wrapped his arms around Harry’s weak, limp body. It was quiet for a while before Harry spoke up.
“So, uh, what exactly does this mean? I mean, not that I don’t mind random shags or anything but…I am your stepson,” Harry explained sheepishly. He hated to admit it, but he was in pretty deep with Louis and he didn’t know what to do about it.
“Well, your mom did leave us both, me more than you. Obviously if I didn’t care about you, I would have left you a long time ago,” Louis told him, looking sincerely into Harry’s deep green eyes. Harry bit his lip, the vivid memories of his mom leaving flooding back. He never had a good relationship with her, and one day she was fed up with him and Louis alike, so she packed her bags and left. Louis was nice enough to keep him around and Harry treated him like shit up until last week.
Louis saw the fear in Harry’s eyes and rubbed his lower back as comfort. “Hey, it’s okay, love. You have me and I’m not going anywhere,” Louis murmured, placing a soft kiss on Harry’s temple. Harry nuzzled himself closer to Louis, sighing deeply.
“Why does this feel right? Why doesn’t this feel weird like it should?” Harry asked softly after a moment of silence. Louis smiled softly, continuing to rub his back gently.
“I don’t know, love. We have a special relationship, I suppose,” Louis explained simply.
“I-I’m kind of scared,” Harry admitted, not daring to make eye contact with his stepfather. Louis laid his head against Harry’s, thinking of a good answer.
“I know it’s not exactly conventional, but whatever this is seems to work just fine, I think. As long as no one knows about it, I don’t see why we can’t continue,” Louis said with a small shrug of his shoulders. Harry sighed again, kissing Louis’ collarbone before settling in again.
“Love you, sweetheart,” Louis murmured quietly when he thought Harry had fallen asleep.
“Love you, too, Daddy,” Harry whispered in a mocking tone with a smirk. Louis’ heart lurched and he smiled, kissing Harry’s forehead before closing his eyes.