A/N: So I tried to condense this (it ended up being only 150 words less, but oh well) because the original version I wrote was a little long, since I like having a backstory. In other words, it’s long. Anyway, this is my first time submitting here, so I really hope you guys like it! I’m ALWAYS open to feedback on my blog! Enjoy! :) .x

I go to an arts high school.

Now, before you think, “Oh no, she’s just a stupid preppy slut,” I want you to know that what you’re thinking is not the case.

In fact, it’s more the guys here that are stuck up and sleep around with everyone. Why? Well, there’s not a lot of them. Therefore, they have way more girls doting on them than a normal high school guy would. Because of this, their egos get inflated and they think they’re the shit. That’s why I stay away from the guys here. I’m (hopefully) headed off to uni next year, and I really don’t want a boyfriend right now.

Staying away from guys is usually pretty easy though, because I’m a dance major. Every art has a decent amount of guys in it, except dance. So considering that most of my classes have just 2 or 3 guys in them, it’s not to difficult to just avoid them and focus on work.

But then there’s that one class where they mix you up with everyone: Phys. Ed.

I couldn’t stand P.E. Not because it’s hard or anything, in fact, I breezed through exams (especially the flexibility ones) because of, well, dance.

The reason I hated P.E. so much is because of that one stupid kid in my class, Harry. My God, how I despised him! He’s this vocal music major that’s got a reputation of being a partier, and people say he brings girls home all the time. Now, to be fair, I didn’t know if that’s true, but I wouldn’t have been surprised.

Take yesterday’s class, for example. I was stretching, because we’re currently practicing for our mid-term fitness test. I was using one of the beams to stretch, and as I put my leg up onto it, I leaned down, deepening the stretch. I was just starting to feel a nice pull in my hamstrings when I felt a smack on my ass!

I instantly brought my leg down, losing my balance and grabbing onto the beam for support. I scowled and turned to face him.

"What the FUCK, Styles?" I bellowed, hitting him on the arm. He just chuckled.

"I’m sorry (Y/N), but I couldn’t resist. Your legs were spread open, you were bent over, and your tight little ass just looked so… mmm." He smirked at me, and my mouth dropped open in disgust and shock.

"He just wants you in his bed. Don’t listen to him."

I closed my mouth, narrowing my eyes at him and saying, “Just fuck off, you’re such a douchebag. I don’t have time for your bullshit. We have a test coming up, and I need to stretch.”

He just laughed. “Wow. Nice language. Little (Y/N) is coming out of her shell. Anyway, if you’d like, I know there’s something I could definitely help you stretch. I’m a lot bigger than you’d probably think.” An amused look took over his face and he walked away.


Do you see why I hate him? He’s got no respect. Anyway, our test is soon, and I had pretty much everything covered. I went to the side of the gym, plopping down onto a bench, as I was really tired since I’d had dance the night before. I took a sip of my water, and leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes.

"Dreaming about me, huh?"

I opened my eyes and glared up at him. This was the last straw.

"Harry, I don’t understand why you’re such an asshole! I don’t like you, and I really don’t know why you keep bothering me, when you could have any other girl here! I’ve had enough of your shit, because it’s not making me like you, it’s making me hate you!”

I was extremely pissed off, and had just let out all this pent-up anger towards him. He looked almost… hurt.

"(Y/N), I- I know I’m an arse, and I don’t blame you for hating me. And I know this is absolutely terrible to be asking of you when I’ve done nothing but be an annoying wanker… but- I need- yhp."

"What?" I didn’t catch that last part of his sentence.

"Goddammit, I need your help! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m fucking horrible at this flexibilty, and I need some help if I want to pass our exam! I’m sorry I’m such a dick all the time, you’re just the only girl I’ve ever really liked, and just my luck, you’re the only girl to ever refuse my advances. So please excuse me if I don’t know how to act around you!"

I was taken aback, and a little bit flattered by his words. He seemed extremely frustrated with himself right now, and, as awful as it sounds, I was loving every second of it. I stood up, speaking again.

"Well, Harry… if you’re genuinely interested in getting help for your fitness exam, I might be willing. You’d just have to do me a little favour."

His eyes lit up as he said, “Okay. And what would that be?”

"We can work something out," I smirked mischievously, walking closer to him. "After all, you did say you’d be able to… what was it? Help me stretch?" I bit my lip nonchalantly.

He looked confused, shocked, over the moon, then lustful before replying, “Oh yeah. Totally,” He half smiled, eyeing me from head to toe. “So… when should we meet?”

I thought a bit before replying, “What if we go to my place right after school? I could drive us. My parents are away on business together, so we won’t be interrupted.”

He grinned a little too widely at that last part before saying, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

Right then, our teacher blew the whistle, indicating to us that it was time to shower and get changed. Harry and I separated, and as I was walking into the change room, I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of… excitement?

"What has this boy done to me?"

-2:53 p.m.-

I’ve been waiting for this boy for 20 minutes! I hate when people are late. I was just about to give up, get in my car and leave, when I spotted him running out of the school like a madman, papers and pens flying out of his book bag.

"(Y/N)! I’m sorry! I was handing in my extra credit assignment to Mr. Jenkins and he wouldn’t stop talking, and I couldn’t just leave the old man because that would be rude, and-"

I cut him off. “Harry!” I chuckled, “It’s no big deal. I mean usually I hate when people are late, but Mr. Jenkins… I forgive you.”

He looked relieved, and we both climbed into my car, buckling our seat belts and me starting the ignition. We spoke the whole way to my house, about things like uni and hobbies and whatnot. He was actually a decent guy when he wasn’t trying to… seduce me?

I pulled into my driveway, and we both unbuckled. 

"My God, I really need help if I want to pass our flexibility exam. I’m sore as hell."

"That’s what I’m here for." We got inside, and I led him into my workout room, which connected to the dance studio. "Harry, you can’t stretch properly if you haven’t warmed up your muscles a bit first. You walk on the treadmill while I go change into my work-out clothes."

He nodded, stepping on the treadmill and starting to walk. I stepped into the dance studio, changing into a sports bra and booty shorts. I was about to step back out before I hesitated. I threw a loose muscle shirt on too. I came back out, and looked at him. He looked at me, and he suddenly seemed to be breathing heavier. I just ignored it, saying, “Okay. You ready to go stretch?”

"Ready as I’ll ever be."

I smiled, leading him into the dance studio. We practiced for almost 3 hours (taking occasional breaks, of course), and by the end, he had improved vastly!

"(Y/N), I’m impressed with your teaching skills. I’m probably the most flexible guy in that class now. Aside from that one dance major."

I giggled. “It really wasn’t a problem, Harry.”

I looked at him, sweaty, hot, flushed. He looked so fuckable at the moment, it was almost too much to bear. We had walked to the living room, and I turned away from him, taking my hair out of its bun. I was just fixing it when I felt one hand around my waist, one tangled into my hair, and his crotch pressed into my lower back.

He growled into my ear, “You don’t know how fucking hard it was to contain myself when we were working out. Seeing your legs wide open, ready for my face in between them. Or your perky ass sticking up, ready to be spanked. Mmm, babe, you don’t even understand how hard it is to exercise with a massive boner.”

I let out a light moan at his words and turned towards him, grabbing his hair and sucking on his neck. “You’re fucking hot,” I said. “I was getting soaked hearing you groan when I’d push you to your limits. I bet that’s how you’ll sound when you’re fucking me. I can just see your huge cock pounding into me, destroying my tight little pussy,”

He pulled back a little and his eyes widened. With good reason. I mean, I never talk like this, but I’ve wanted him for too long to care.

"Would you like that, daddy?" I put an innocent look on my face and grabbed his extremely hard dick through his shorts, knowing that would throw him over the edge.

"I’d fucking love it." He said, pulling my face into his. He kissed me roughly, his tongue exploring areas of my mouth I never knew of. I pulled away, tugging on the bottom of his shirt. I lifted it over his head and gasped when I saw tattoos and abs. Holy fuck.

He smirked at me and gripped my ass as he leaned down, biting my neck gently. “Jump.” He mumbled. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his hips and putting my hands on his shoulders.

"My bedroom’s upstairs, third door on the left." I told him.

He didn’t say anything, just kissed me hard once again, going up the stairs. We got to my room and he threw me on the bed. I immediately spread my legs. He looked down at me, his boner trying to release itself from his shorts. I could tell he was big, even with his clothes on.

He leaned down, his hot breath on my ear. “(Y/N), you’ve been really fucking naughty. Denying me for so long, and now such a fucking slut for me. Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?”

"N- No."

"No what?" he asked, becoming angry.

"No, daddy."

"There we go. Now take off all your clothes and bend over your desk for me, so you can get what you deserve."

His eyes bore into me as I stripped off my shirt, shorts, bra, and thong. He licked his lips while he watched me make my way to the desk. I took a deep breath, bending over my desk, excited and nervous for what was about to come. He walked to me, placing my hands on my back and holding them there. His other hand massaged my ass cheeks. I could feel my wetness on my thighs. I loved being dominated.

He grazed his hand over my heat and tensed up, saying, “Holy fuck, babe. I haven’t even touched you properly and you’re dripping. Such a slut.”

I moaned. “Yes, daddy. I’m such a whore, only for you. I want you to spank me till I can’t sit down.”

He groaned. “Well good, because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

His hand left me for a brief second, and before I knew it, his hand connected harshly with my ass. I let out a little yell, which egged him on. He continued spanking me until I was a writhing, moaning mess underneath his hands. I knew my ass would be bright red by now, and I fucking loved it.

"Well, whore? Do you think you’ve had enough?"

"Yes, daddy. I’ve learned my lesson."

"Good," He said, taking off what remained of his clothing. "Now you’re gonna do what I say, got that?"

"Of course, Daddy."

He made his way to the bed, laying down.

"Come sit on my face."

Oh, fuck. It’s gonna feel amazing when his tongue is all over my pussy. I climbed onto the bed and was about to sit on his face, when he told me to do side splits. I was confused at first, but then realized. He wanted me to sit on his face like that! Naturally, I obliged, and the second I sank down enough for his tongue to touch me, he used his hands to support my inner thighs so I wouldn’t go down any further.

"What do do want me to do, slut?"

"I want you to eat my fucking wet cunt like it’s the last meal you’ll ever have! Please, Daddy. I’m a slut. I need it. I need your mouth!" I was so desperate to be touched that I didn’t care how much I had to beg.

He dropped his hands from my thighs, letting me go down all the way. I felt his tongue prodding at my entrance before licking up and down my slit. His wet tongue on my wet heat was an amazing sensation. Combined with the stretch from the splits I was doing, it was a new feeling, something I’d never felt before… and it was amazing. I let out the loudest moan yet when his plump lips enveloped my clit. He was really good at this. I was facing his dick, so I took a good look at it. It was longer than I thought… and also thicker. 

"Imagine that slamming into your pussy later…" Oh fuck. I was so close now, I was shaking above him. He stopped the sucking and licking of my clit and moved his tongue inside of me. It was such a phenomenal feeling. He licked parts of me I didn’t even know existed. I nearly screamed because of how terrific it felt.

"FUCK, Harry, I’m close!"

He stopped immediately, and pushed me off of him. I whined, extremely disappointed. He just laughed at me and sat up.

"Babe, you don’t get to cum unless it’s from my dick."

I let out a half frustrated, half aroused moan.

"You’re such a fucking tease, Harry!"

"Look who’s talking! You get me hard all the time. Now’s the only time that I’ve ever been able to do something about it," He moved closer and stuck 2 fingers in my aching pussy before continuing. "Just now was I able to satisfy my fantasies of turning your cute little ass bright red, making you fall apart on my tongue… The only thing left is fucking you so hard you’ll forget everything but my name."

He kissed me hard. I could taste myself on him. Between the kiss and his fingers working me like nothing before, I was groaning into his mouth like a madwoman. I needed my release, but it wouldn’t come until I had something bigger in me. I needed him. I pulled back from our heated kiss.

"Christ, Harry! Just do it already! What are you waiting for?"

He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear.

"For you to beg."

I closed my eyes and let go of any inhibitions.

"Mmm, fuck," I grabbed the top of his dick, spreading the pre-cum around the head with my thumb. He knit his eyebrows and tried suppressing a groan (unsuccessfully) before I continued. "I need your cock right now. I’m a horny little slut, and I need your huge dick to slam into my tight little pussy. You’re the only one that can give me what I need. Please, Daddy."

His breathing was extremely heavy now. He swatted my hand away and replaced it with his own, and said, “Hands and knees, princess,” I immediately obliged, and immediately after I turned around, he was pushing his thick cock into me. We both let out a moan from the initial contact before he pressed his chest onto my back and said, “Babe, you’re so wet and tight, you feel amazing.”

He placed his hands firmly onto my hips and began moving, and it was intense. He was huge. He reached the deepest places of me, places where nothing had ever gone before. Since I was already so close from before, it was near impossible for me to keep quiet. I let out moans and profanities every so often, letting him know he was doing amazing.

He was now going a lot faster and harder, and when I felt him find that spot within me, my orgasm was starting to build again.

"Oh my God, I’m almost there."

"Hold it."

He pulled out for a second and flipped me over, and before I could even complain about the empty feeling, he was filling me to the hilt again. He leaned over me, using the headboard to help him support his extremely rough thrusts. It was SO hard not to let go at this point, I was clawing his back and clenching around his dick before…

"Shit, (Y/N)… Keep doing that."

My body was involuntarily doing everything it was. That’s how amazing he made me feel. I couldn’t hold it any longer.

"Please, Daddy, let me cum!"

Between grunts he said, “Let it go, (Y/N). Cum all over my cock.”

That was all it took before I was launched into that blissful, orgasmic state. My body shook, and I screamed his name so loud it probably hurt his ear. All that buildup made this so intense, it was insane. I saw white light when I felt him moan my name into my shoulder and release his hot, sticky cum in me.

He thrusted lightly a few more times before pulling out and laying beside me. The only sound was our heavy breathing.

"So… where does this leave us?" I had wanted to know, because he actually wasn’t such a terrible guy.

"I don’t know," he pulled me so I was laying on top of him. "I was thinking you could be my girlfriend." He flashed his perfect smile at me. I smiled back.

"I’d like that."

He pulled the sheets over us, making things really nice and cozy. I planted a soft kiss to his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. This was the start of something new.

- makingharrycream

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