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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Bottom_Louis, Top_Harry, Nipple_Play, Wax_Play, Dildos, Anal
      Sex, Rough_Sex, Dom/sub_Undertones, Phone_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Bounce,_Baby
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-02 Words: 2785
****** Bounce, Baby ******
by lalalemon
Summary
     It was 10 p.m. sharp when the call came in, the familiar melody only
     lasting for a few seconds before Louis tapped “Accept” and answered
     the call. The screen turned black for a second before revealing
     Daddy, ready to destroy his Princess tonight over Skype. They had met
     on Omegle three months ago when Louis started summer break. Tonight
     would be the last night before he started school tomorrow, but Daddy
     didn’t know that.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was 10 p.m. sharp when the call came in, the familiar melody only lasting
for a few seconds before Louis tapped “Accept” and answered the call. The
screen turned black for a second before revealing Daddy, ready to destroy his
Princess tonight over Skype. They had met on Omegle three months ago when Louis
started summer break. Tonight would be the last night before he started school
tomorrow, but Daddy didn’t know that.
“Hello, Daddy,” he greeted with a coy smile. He had been eagerly awaiting the
call, had spent the last half hour getting ready. He first changed into his
outfit, slipping on a pair of black lace panties that hugged his arse
deliciously before putting on some equally as tight black leggings that
showcased his curves and a white shirt that just let his collarbones peek
through. Then he got tonight’s toys ready: Three candles, a handful of
clothespins, a bowl of ice cubes, a half full bottle of lube, a cock ring
(Daddy’s first present) and Daddy’s newest present, a thick 7-inch dildo.
Finally, he put on his finishing touch at 9:59, a black lace masquerade mask
that allowed him to submit and become Daddy’s Princess.
“Hello baby, are you ready for tonight?” Daddy asked, his green eyes glinting
behind his own black masquerade mask, his brown hair pushed back away from his
face. “I can’t wait to see how much you enjoy your little gift.”
Louis felt his eyes widen in shock and his cheeks heat up as he blushed,
“Little?”
Louis saw Daddy’s dimple as he smirked at his little boy’s squeak.
“Baby, if you want to take my cock one day, you have to be able to take that
cock like a good boy.” Daddy replied teasingly, his deep voice pulling Louis
deeper into his want - need - to be good.
Louis nodded his head quickly. “Wanna be Daddy’s good boy.”
“Then let’s get started, Princess.” Daddy commands. “Strip.”
Louis makes sure he stays in shot as he walks a few steps back, quickly
stripping his shirt off and tossing it to the side before he slows down for
Daddy’s favorite part. He turns around to peel his leggings off, making sure
not to bend his knees as he removes the tight fabric so that his round arse and
black panties are on show for Daddy.
“You’re so pretty for Daddy, aren’t you Princess?” Daddy praises as he admires
Louis from where he sits in bed, palming his growing erection. “Now, why don’t
you remove your panties and let Daddy see your tight little hole? Then I can
decide how much prep I will allow you before you take my present.”
Louis felt his own little cock stiffen as he imagined how wrecked his hole
would be after tonight. Like the good little boy he is, he began to strip his
panties, staying in the same position and presenting his ass to Daddy.
Daddy groaned in appreciation and imagining how far he could push his Princess
tonight. “Princess, you’re arse is amazing. I can’t wait to wreck your pretty
little hole, make you a mess.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Louis whimpered, cock twitching in excitement.
“Now, I want you on your knees, doggy style, and I want you to lube two
fingers.” Daddy instructed. He watched as Louis felt around for the bottle and
quickly lubed his two dainty fingers. “Put those two fingers right at your
rim.”
Louis squirmed in anticipation. “Daddy, may I please finger myself?”
“No, baby.” Daddy spoke sternly. “Take those two fingers and circle your rim,
but don’t you dare put them in your hole yet.”
Louis whimpered. “Daddy, please.” He continued to slowly circle his rim with
his fingers, his left hand holding his cheeks apart.
“Baby, what did I tell you about begging last week?” Daddy scolded.
“It’s bad.” Louis mumbled.
“And what happens to bad boys?” Daddy asked. “Speak clearly.”
“They get punished.” Louis spoke more clearly.
“That’s right. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t stick to my word,
Princess?” Daddy asked again.
Louis huffed. “A bad Daddy.”
“Was that attitude, baby?” Daddy sounded a bit angry now.
“No, Daddy.” Louis whimpered immediately.
“You are being a very bad boy tonight. Begging, giving attitude, and lying.”
Daddy reprimanded. “You only get two fingers to prep.”
Louis made a strangled noise in fear. “B-but, Daddy-”
“No buts, Princess. You know the rules.” Daddy scolded. “Now stop circling your
rim.”
Louis did so immediately, scrambling to get on his knees and face Daddy.
“Lay back down, Princess. Take two ice cubes, and circle your nipples with
them.”
Louis did as he told, taking in a sharp breath as he began to feel his nipples
harden against the cold ice. The ice cubes had almost completely melted by the
time Daddy spoke again, and Louis was finding it harder to keep icing his own
nipples as they grew increasingly more sensitive.
“Get two clothespins baby, and put them on your nipples.” Daddy spoke.
As soon as Louis let the clothespins snap shut on his pert nipples he let out a
small yelp. The sensitivity from the ice had made the clothespins even more
painful, and just when he thought it was over, Daddy was speaking again.
“Grab two candles, baby, one in each hand.” He spoke slowly. Louis looked into
the camera with wide eyes, afraid of Daddy’s next demand.
“You heard me, baby. Grab the candles.” Daddy spoke more sternly.
Louis bit his lip as he grabbed two candles.
“Now hold them six inches above your nipples.”
Louis held his breath as he slowly lifted them up, feeling the hot wax slosh a
bit as his unsteady arms lifted them up.
“Now pour.”
First he felt the molten wax splash onto his nipples, creating a burning
sensation that had him arching his back, which led to him shaking the candles
and dripping more wax onto the rest of his body. One splash landed on the tip
of his cock, ripping out a shriek of pain as he clenched onto the candles.
“Good boy.” Daddy drawled slowly. “Color?”
“Green.” Louis breathed out quietly.
“Now get your two fingers nice and ready.” Daddy moved on quickly.
Louis felt around for the bottle of lube again and drenched his fingers. If
Daddy was going to be this ruthless for the rest of the night, he may not get
more lube than this.
“I want you to put both into your arse. On your knees, face down.”
Louis obeyed, whimpered as he pressed his sore, wax covered nipples against the
towel he had laid down for tonight. He pushed his two fingers into his tight
hole. Last week he had come without Daddy’s permission, so his punishment was
to go the whole week without fingering himself. Now, he was hoping Daddy would
give him lots of time to stretch himself out with two fingers, but his hopes
were cut short when Daddy spoke again.
“You have thirty seconds, baby. Once that thirty seconds is up, I will tell you
and then you will have five seconds to put as much lube as you can on that
dildo.” Daddy spoke slowly. “Go.”
Louis scissored his fingers in himself desperately, trying to prep himself for
the monstrous toy standing up ominously in front of him where he had suction
cupped it to the ground. He whimpered in frustration as his dainty fingers
could only go so far and stretch so much.
“Five, four, three, two, one.” Daddy counted. “Time’s up, Princess. Better
start lubing that dildo.”
Louis scrambled to his knees, popping open the bottle of lube and squeezing it
to pour as much of it as he could onto the plastic cock.
“Time.” Daddy spoke roughly. “Close the bottle, Princess.”
Louis obeyed. He looked nervously at the dildo, barely covered in enough lube
for it to be comfortable if he had prepped for at least twenty minutes.
“I want one knee on either side of the cock baby, like you would if you were
going to ride me.” Daddy’s eyes were now a deep emerald as he watched Louis’
shaking thighs part as he perched himself above the dildo. “Get to it then.”
Louis felt himself shaking with fear as he slowly lowered himself. When he felt
the tip of the dildo against his rim, he let out a small whimper.
“Come on baby, I know you can do this.” Daddy encouraged. “Be Daddy’s good
boy.”
Louis screwed his eyes shut as he pushed himself down and felt the tip finally
pop past his rim. He let out a strangled yelp, his hands fisting the towel in
front of him as he lost his balance and slid down almost an entire inch more.
“Steady, baby.” Daddy spoke with concern. “Are you ok?”
Louis nodded, his eyes still screwed shut. He felt like he was being split wide
open. Daddy had only even made him take the handle of a hairbrush, but this
dildo felt at least five inches around.
“Keep going, baby.” Daddy pushed on. “Take my cock. Come on, prove to me that
you can be my good boy.”
Louis nodded and continued to slide down the toy, each inch burning a little
more as it tore him open. Finally he opened his eyes, but when he saw in his
screen that he still had two inches to go, he let out a sob of frustration.
“I can’t, Daddy.” Louis cried. “It hurts too much.”
“Oh baby, my poor baby.” Harry cooed. “I promise you, it will get better. It
wouldn’t have hurt this much if you had more lube and more prep, but why did I
not give you more?”
“Because I was a bad boy.” Louis sobbed.
“That’s right, baby.” Daddy spoke softly. “But I promise you that once you get
this over with, it will feel so much better.”
“But, D-d-daddy,” Louis cried out. His thighs were quivering as he struggled to
hold himself up. His thighs wanted to give out, but his arse was clenching so
hard around the toy he knew it would hurt to take any more.
“No buts, baby.” Harry gently scolded. “Now, are you my good boy?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” Louis whimpered.
“Then you can take this for me, can’t you?” Daddy asked.
Louis let out a shaky breath. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good,” Daddy spoke slowly. “Now I want you to relax and let yourself sink
down. Imagine me there to kiss you and hold you close. Do this for me, baby.”
Louis did his best to relax his clenching hole. He let out sobs as he continued
to take the rest of the dildo, and when he was finally seated again with the
whole 7 inches sheathed inside of him, he whimpered.
“Look at that, baby.” Daddy spoke in awe. “Your body’s so small it can barely
take the dildo. Look at your stomach.”
Louis looked down to see a long, thick bulge protruding slightly from his
stomach. The dildo. The dildo was so large you could see it making his belly
bulge. Louis let out a gasp.
“I told you that you could do this, didn’t I, baby?” Daddy asked.
Louis nodded in amazement, still staring at the bulge in his belly.
“Now, I want you to do one more thing for me, Princess.” Daddy spoke. Louis
looked up to see Daddy staring at him through the screen. “Bounce, baby. Ride
that dildo until you come. I want you to wreck yourself.”
With a shaky breath, Louis pushed himself off of the dildo, but before he could
let out a breath of relief, Daddy was telling him to come back down, and that’s
what he did. Yelping at the brutal intrusion.
“Come on, faster, baby.” Daddy was panting now. Louis could see his Daddy’s
beautiful, thick, long, veiny cock in his hand as he jerked himself off.
He raised himself again, slamming himself down and setting his pace to his
Daddy’s hand. Louis feels the tension coiling in his lower stomach as he
quickens his pace. Pounding himself with the dildo, watching his Daddy and
hearing him grunt to Louis’ moans.
“I’m close, baby.” Daddy moans.
“Daddy,” Louis whispers. “Daddy.”
“Come on, baby. Together.” Daddy grunts.
Louis barely registers his Daddy moaning for him as he cries out one last time
and thrusts down onto the dildo, screaming Daddy.
“You were great again, baby.” Daddy breathes heavily as he comes down from his
own high.
“Good boy?” Louis asks, dazed, seated on the dildo with come that has squirted
across his abs.
“Very good boy.” Daddy confirms. “How are you, baby?”
“Good, Daddy.” Louis whispers.
“Why don’t you do one last thing for Daddy?”
“Mhmm?” Louis absentmindedly says.
“Lift yourself off of that dildo for me and show Daddy your wrecked hole,
baby.” Daddy cooes softly.
Louis does as he’s told. Slowly lifting himself off of the dildo and as he
bends to show Daddy his wrecked hole, he feels himself gaping.
“Daddy,” Louis gasps, feeling his puckered, sensitive rim clenching around air.
“Good boy,” Daddy praises. “Look at how well you took that dildo for me. “Next
week, you might be ready for Daddy’s cock.”
Louis turns around with excitement. “Really?”
He had anticipated the day that he could finally meet Daddy. Have Daddy fill
him with his own cock and come.
“Really.” Daddy says warmly. Then, as if he just saw the time, Daddy speaks
quickly. “Baby, I’ve got to go and teach a class tomorrow, I’ve got to hang up
but let me know how you feel tomorrow morning, alright?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Louis says, distracted by daydreams of meeting Daddy next week.
--
Getting up the next day was hell to say the least. Louis was still sore and had
difficulty walking without a limp. By the time he had finally gotten to
English, his last class of the day, he was cranky and thoroughly missing his
Daddy, so he was glad that his professor had given them the last half hour to
start on their first reading assignment. But instead of reading like a good
boy, he had used this time to start texting Daddy.
Daddy: Hey Princess, how are you?
Louis: I’m sore, Daddy :(
Daddy: Aww, Daddy wishes he could kiss you better xx
Louis: I wish it was you last night, Daddy :(
Daddy: Soon, darling. Don’t worry
Louis: How soon, Daddy?
Daddy: If school doesn’t get too hectic, next week?
Louis: I would love that, Daddy ;)
“Mr. Tomlinson?” Mr. Styles called out from his desk. If Louis didn’t have
Daddy, he definitely would have spent more time ogling Mr. Styles, with his
gorgeously soft looking chocolate curls that fell just below his sharp jawline.
He had on white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up with black skinny jeans
that most other teachers didn’t wear, mostly because they were all much older
than Mr. Styles but also because they didn’t have his long legs.
Louis whipped his head up from where it was bent while reading his phone. “Yes,
Mr. Styles?”
“There is no texting in class, please come and hand in your phone.” Mr. Styles
spoke sternly.
Louis ducked his head in embarrassment as he got up to shuffle his way to Mr.
Styles’ oak desk and hand him his phone. “Sorry, Mr. Styles.” Louis mumbled.
“Talk to me after class, Mr. Tomlinson.” Mr. Styles sighed. The first day and
already getting into trouble.
He put the student’s phone on the corner of his desk before going back to his
own business and the reason why he had given the students reading time - his
Princess. As soon as he sent a reply, he pocketed his phone before he noticed
something light up in the corner of his eye. There was Tomlinson’s phone,
screen lit up with a new notification of a text reading, “Daddy: Love to get
your little hole wrecked again like last night? ;)”
His head shot up to find Tomlinson, back in his seat, but instead of staring at
his book, he was looking straight at Mr. Styles, a mixed look of fear and
anxiety in his blue eyes.
When the bell finally rang, Louis waited until all of the other students had
left before approaching Mr. Styles. He had seen Mr. Styles’ face when he looked
at his phone. He must have seen whatever naughty text his Daddy had sent him
and he did not look forward to explaining the situation to him. He walked over
slowly, his fingers playing with the hems of his sweater sleeves.
“Mr. Styles, I can explain -” Louis began, but before he could continue Mr.
Styles had cut him off.
“Princess?”
End Notes
     Thanks for reading! This is my first time writing smut so any
     feedback would be greatly appreciated! :)
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