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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, Kendall_Jenner
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Heavy_BDSM, Daddy_Kink, Daddy_Harry, Baby_Louis, Dom/sub, Dom
      Harry, Sub_Louis, Underage_Sex, handjob, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Cock_Rings,
      Sex_Toys, Orgasm_Control, small_dick, ummm_-_Freeform, That's_it, i
      think, lemme_know_if_you_spot_anymore, I'm_Sorry, Porn_With_Plot,
      Divorce, Watersports, Omorashi, Multiple_Orgasms, Crossdressing, Louis_in
      Lace, Lace, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-07 Updated: 2014-04-08 Chapters: 2/3 Words: 4078
****** I'm your little harlot, starlet, queen of coney island ******
by brokenbeauty
Summary
     Basically 1.5k words of underage daddy!kink filth.... with a little
     plot. Happy daddymonth!
Notes
     *hides under table*
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Harry Styles had never thought himself the sort of man to engage in early
marriage. His girlfriends had mostly been passing infatuations whom he had
picked up and dumped as easily as Chinese takeaway.
Then Kendall had come along.
The girl had attached herself to him with all the strength and surety of
superglue, or that of a particularly tenacious gravy stain on one’s favorite
shirt. Sure, Harry hadn’t minded her at first, she was pretty and a great fuck,
but apparently her intentions had been something quite different. Before he
knew it, Harry was being roped into a flurry of ‘meeting the parents’, a ring,
and being toted to and fro between shops whose names blurred into an
indistinguishable murmur, until, finally, in a whirlwind of white, he was
married.
Married.The word still seemed new to Harry, foreign. He was only twenty-two,
for god’s sake. Barely out of university, and already saddled with the weight
of taking on his father’s family business after his death, and taking care of a
wife.
Naturally, when said wife decided to add a baby to Harry’s ever-increasing list
of burdens, Harry was Not Happy. He did not want a baby. Who even had a baby
when they were barely twenty-three,for fuck’s sake?
He was only one who didn’t join in the cooing and the awwwwh-ing when Kendall
gave birth to a beautiful, blue-eyed baby boy.
He was the only one who didn’t chip in with a suggestion for the name of the
baby.
He was the only one who didn’t think the name finally decided on was adorable.
Louis. Would have suited a name like Jezebel better.
He was the only one who didn’t crack a smile at Jez-Louis’antics when he tried
to walk and talk. Annoying little brat.
Instead he spent more and more time holed up in his study with Zayn, going over
marketing strategies and expense reports.
His marriage fell apart rather quickly after that.
He’d have been happy to wash his hands of the entire mess and start a new life
as just Harry,not ‘Harry Styles, future CEO of Styles Enterprises, devoted
husband and father,’ except that both of his parents were ridiculously
infatuated with Louis. They fought so hard in court for custody of him that
they actually won it, even with minimal involvement on Harry’s part.
So now, he’s thirty-one and ‘Harry Styles, CEO of Styles Enterprises, divorcee
and devoted single father.’
The strangest part is that the last part is actually somewhat true. Harry has
to admit, he’s grown rather fond of his little blue-eyed Jezebel over the
years. Louis is now nine, and though he’s the spitting image of Kendall, he
somehow brings to it a softness and delicacy which had been sorely lacking in
the original. His soft, caramel fringe which was forever falling into his
aquamarine eyes, his honey-tanned skin, and his delicate, feminine curves all
served to strengthen Harry’s belief that Louis was the prettiest boy he had
ever seen.
Which would probably explain the less-than-appropriate thoughts which of late
have invaded Harry’s consciousness whenever his own hand has gone to touch his
cock, all featuring his son in a variety of wanton positions.
Harry always, always berated himself upon the advent of such thoughts, and
forced himself to divert his fantasies to another, more acceptable sphere.
Today, Harry had a rare free day, and was spending it doing nothing in
particular, sitting on the couch with a glass of orange juice and the morning
paper.
A soft call of “Daddy?” distracted him from the contents of the paper. In
walked Louis wearing his favorite white t-shirt patterned with sparkly pink
butterflies, and –motherfuck-a ruffled pink tutu.
Harry’s eyes turned about three shades darker and his dick gave an interested
twitch in his sweatpants as they raked hungrily over the petite form in front
of him.
“How do I look, Daddy?” Louis said, and fuckif that innocent voice didn’t make
Harry want to do unmentionable things to that lithe figure.
But now Louis was doing a goddamnlittle pirouette for him, and honestly, was it
even possiblefor Harry to get any more turned on?
“Very nice, baby,” he barely managed to croak out, his voice sounding
impossibly low and husky, even to his own ears.
And the way Louis’ cheeks turned the prettiestshade of pink as he said, “Thank
you, Daddy,” made what was left of Harry’s resolve fly out of the window,
because fuck it.
“You look so nice, baby, Daddy wants to get a closer look. How about you come
sit on his lap?” Harry said, the lust in voice obvious as he beckoned Louis
over. Not being used to a show of such affection, Louis shyly walked over and
sat gingerly in Harry’s lap. Harry couldn’t hold back a low moan as Louis’
plump, round arse rubbed against his now full-blown erection as he squirmed in
his lap, trying to get comfortable.
“What’s wrong, Daddy? Did I do something wrong?” Louis asked apprehensively,
blue eyes gazing at Harry, filled with suck innocence that Harry wanted to
wreckit, ruinhim, have that perfect feathery hair disheveled, that beautiful
skin flushed and marred with lovebites as Louis writhedbeneath him.
“No, no, baby,” he reassured as soon as he could stop staring. “Will you let
Daddy play with you a bit?”
The cutestlittle furrow appeared between Louis’ eyebrows as he frowned.
“Play how, Daddy?” he said, confused. “I can play hide-and-seek, ball-“
“Like this.” Harry growled, cutting Louis off abruptly, grabbing his small
–God, so fucking small-dick from underneath the tutu.
“Daddy, wha-Uhhhhh,”Louis gasped, only to be cut off by a moan as Harry twisted
his wrist.
“Feel good, baby?” Harry rasped out, hand working Louis’ dick in quick strokes.
“Oh, oh, uh,Daddy! Y-yes!” Louis moaned out, hips involuntarily bucking up,
fucking into Harry’s fist.
Louis was going to come soon, Harry could feel it in the tightening of his
little balls. Just before he could reach his peak, though, Harry removed his
hand, holding down Louis’ vainly bucking hips with a single large. He just
lookedat Louis’ cock, obscenely small, twitching there in midair. Disappointed
whines left Louis’ throat, as tears, actual fucking tearsfell from his eyes.
“Plea-please, D-daddy,” he stuttered out, hardly able to form coherent
sentences.
“Wait for it, love.” Harry smiled, an idea occurring to him. He gently shifted
Louis off his lap.
“Need you to sit up for me, love,” he whispered, helping Louis to do just that
with a gentle hand on the small of his back.
Louis complied dazedly, hardly registering his surroundings. Harry practically
ran to his cupboard, pulling open the box in which he kept the sex toys he used
on his usual fucks. Grabbing the item he needed, he hurriedly replaced the box
and returned to the couch.
He found Louis squirming on the couch, seated awkwardly with his hard dick
sticking straight out.
So cute…
“Hey, baby,” Harry said, leaning down to kiss Louis’ cheek. Louis looked up at
him with desperate eyes.
“Please, Daddy, please, please, please,”he begged, as Harry knelt down next to
him. Grinning wickedly, Harry slipped the cock ring, with the combination lock,
onto his dick.
“You’ll keep that on for Daddy, won’t you?” he murmured.
Letting out a resigned sob, Louis slumped down. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered.
And keep it on he did.
For six long years.
***** The cock ring comes off ;) *****
Chapter Summary
     I like this chapter hollaaaaaa :) Thanks to everyone who read and
     commented :)))))))
Chapter Notes
     Ummm, teeny bit of watersports in there, feel free to skip if you
     aren't comfortable :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It’s been six years.
Six long years since that fateful day Harry first put that cock ring on Louis.
Six years since that fateful day Harry saw Louis in that sinfullittle tutu.
Harry has made sure to get Louis many, many more of those in the intervening
years. And pretty little panties that made Louis squeal with delight. And his
first bra when he was fourteen.
Harry still smiles at the memory. He had accompanied Louis to the Victoria’s
Secret in his company-owned mall, completely disregarding it when his employees
shot him looks of disbelief when they thought he couldn’t see. They had
returned with an entire bagful of underwear, dainty, pretty lacy numbers and
dark, sultry ones that were probablyinappropriate for a fourteen year old, but
oh, well.
Oh, he does take his pretty little doll out to play sometimes, but he isn’t
everallowed to come. Harry likes to get his cute little dick out and play with
it, stroking it just sountil Louis is squirming, whimpering and begging, his
face flushed deliciously red. Sometimes Harry will get his mouth around Louis,
suckling teasingly with maddeninglyless friction. Other times, he’s selfish,
pushing Louis’ pretty little mouth down on his cock, shooting his load down his
beautiful, fluttering throat. But he will never release his dick from its
constriction, sending him off after he’s come, or had finally got enough of
teasing him, with a pat to the head or a kiss on the cheek. He had often heard
him whimpering, letting out the sexiestlittle desperate keens as he supposedly
grinded into the sheets without a hope of release, afterwards.
Harry hasn’t taken off that cock ring since he first put it on Louis, six years
ago, except for brief moments when Louis really, reallyhas to pee. And even
then, he’ll leave it on for as long as possible, until he’s certain Louis can’t
hold it a secondlonger.
Sometimes Louis will wet, his river spurting out of him as he can do nothing
but watch, hands clasped over that tiny cock of his, futilely trying to stem
the flow which streams out nevertheless, absolutely soakingwhatever pretty
garment he has on. His expression, a mixture of relief and utter,
utterhumiliation is beautiful to behold.
Like now. It’s ten in the morning on Louis’ fifteenth birthday. While Louis was
sleeping, Harry made sure to festoon his room with little pale pink hearts, and
softly scented candles, finally placing a birthday card he’d made himself next
to the perfect, sleep-soft cheek.
“Daddy!” Louis exclaimed, running into the room, making Harry look up and smile
fondly at him. “All this… for me?”
Harry chuckled at the disbelief in his voice.
“I haven’t even given you your real presents yet, princess.” He said, before
actually taking a look at what Louis was wearing. He was in Harry’s favorite
nightdress, the one he ordered especially from Japan for him.
“Actually, Daddy,” Louis began, haltingly, squirming.
Realizing in a flash exactly what the matter was, Harry smirked to himself.
So embarrassed, even after all this time.
“What is it, baby? You know Daddy doesn’t like you keeping things from him.”
Louis blushed, the easy red staining his cheeks.
“It’s just,” he said, pressing his thighs together. “I-I’ve got to, um, go.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, the red flaring deeper in his cheeks, as he bent
slightly, and a full-body shudder ran over him at the end of his sentence.
He really is desperate, isn’t he?
“Baby. Look at me,” Harry said, in his authoritative voice.
Louis complied.
“What has Daddy told you about being embarrassed about your needs?” Louis is
flushed all the way own to his neck, he is sohumiliated. He is still looking at
Harry, though, when he replies.
“Th-that Daddy doesn’t like it.”
“Exactly. And what happens to baby when he breaks the rules?” Harry’s voice is
soft, dangerous.
“He gets punished.” Louis breathes out, trembling, squirming. Harry’s spankings
hurtso much. They always, alwaysleave him with a throbbing erection.
“Correct, baby. Now, Daddy was planning on giving you a little present, but
since his baby hasn’t been very good today, it will just have to wait until
evening.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Louis whispered, looking down, fidgeting with his hands.
The pressure on his bladder was building, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to
hold on much longer. “Please will you take the ring off?”
Harry smiled wickedly, looking at him shifting from foot to foot, enjoying his
discomfort.
“In a while, baby,” he said, “How about you go fix Daddy a sandwich and some
orange juice for breakfast, first?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Louis said, squirming as he tried to walk while pressing his
thighs together as tightly as he could.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Harry palmed over the bulge in his boxers,
jerking his cock in long strokes, thumbing the head, mind assaulted by images
of Louis’ desperation, of him squirming as he begged Harry to please,
please,take off the ring, to let him relieve himself.
It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak. With a shudder and a quiet moan,
he released into his fist. He went into the bathroom, wiping his hand off with
a tissue. Almost as soon as he emerged from the bathroom, the door opened and
in walked Louis, carefully balancing a tray of food, despite his legs twisting
together. As he set the tray down on the bed, his hands shook so badly that the
crockery practically clattered together.
“Here you are, Daddy,” he mumbled, hands coming up to clutch at his dick.
“Please, now please, Daddy, take it off, please, I can’t-,” Louis started to
beg, but Harry silenced him with the raise of a hand.
“So impatient, baby,” he cooed. “Daddy still has to eat. Can’t very well do two
things at once, can he?”
Louis could only whimper, squirming continuously on the bed, as Harry slowly
ate his sandwich.
“The orange juice is for you, honey. Drink up for Daddy,” Harry said, evil grin
firmly in place.
“Daddy, I can’t,”
“The faster you drink, the faster you get to go, baby.”
Screwing his eyes shut, Louis skulled the entire glass in three large swallows.
“Woah, slow down there, baby.” Harry said, hands raising as if to steady Louis.
Louis, however, was beyond caring at this point.
“I’ve been good, Daddy, I’ve drunk up the juice, now please-,”
But he is interrupted by Harry yanking up his nightie and putting in the
combination to open it as fast as he can.
He makes a mad sprint towards the bathroom, but is caught by Harry, who pulls
him up to his chest and presses down on his bladder, hard.
“Oh, God, Daddy,I’m sorry, can’t hold it, can’t,” Louis is babbling
incoherently as his control breaks and his stream is spurting out him in long,
hot jets, soaking his nightie through and seeping onto Harry’s bare legs, some
getting onto the sheets.
The piss has made his nightie transparent where it clings to his slender legs,
and Harry can see his maroon thong through it, oh God.
“I’m sorry, sorry, Daddy, I’m-,” Harry cuts off Louis’ incoherent words by
kissing him forcefully.
“Shh, baby, shhhh…” he murmured, cupping Louis’ face in his hands. “You were
perfect, okay? Now let’s get you out of these dirty clothes.”
Louis groaned as Harry slipped his cock ring on again.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, of Harry teasingly stroking Louis’ cock,
keeping him in a near-constant state of arousal, so that, by the end of the
day, he could hardly think straight. (ha)
At long last, it was ‘evening’ and the last of the guests from the extravagant
party Harry had insisted on throwing his princess went home.
The door had hardly closed behind them when Harry had Louis in their bedroom,
pressed to the wall.
“Do you even know what you do to me, princess?” Harry growled into Louis’ ear,
licking along the shell of it and sucking a lovebite right below it. Louis
moaned, clear and sweet, and fuck,Harry would give anythingto keep those sounds
coming.
“You should have seen yourself tonight, strutting around in that pink gown with
that fuckingtiara. All the other men were staring, wanting to get a piece of
this deliciousbody.” Harry roughly unzipped his dress, sliding it off his curvy
frame, setting his tiara askew in the process.
“But they can’t have you. Can never get this,”he tweaked Louis’ nipple under
his pale blue bra. Louis whined, arching up into Harry’s broad, firm chest. His
nipples were so, sosensitive.
“Because they don’t know what I do, yeah? No one know about this,” he went on,
seducing Louis with words as dark and dangerous as chocolate-covered cyanide.
He stroked Louis’ cock teasing with a finger, and Louis shuddered, keening high
in his throat.
“Thought I’d give my sweet boy a treat today, for his birthday.” Harry said,
lifting Louis up and laying him down on the bed.
It was covered in rose petals, and Louis hadn’t even noticed. He just let out
moans, which got breathier and breathier as Harry neared his aching crotch. The
arousal was pounding in his, rushing through his veins until he was giddy with
the heady sensation.
“Look at your pretty little dick. All bound up for me. You haven’t come for so
long,babe.” Harry’s eyes went dark, feral with arousal. “No one else can do
this to you, can they? You’re mine.All mine. This is mine,” he said, yanking
his matching panties down his thick thighs, and licking a teasing stripe down
his shaft.
“Yours, Daddy, only yours oh, oh God,” Louis whimpered, knees almost buckling
at the force of arousal that slammed into him at the simple touch.
“You’re so desperate, aren’t you? Do anything to come, my pretty little
cockslut?” he said, fondling his balls, running a finger up his perineum.
“Yes,Daddy,” Louis hissed out. “Please, please let me. I’ve waited so long.
I’ve been so good for you.”
Harry tilts his head to the side, as if considering.
“Hmmm… what to do with you, princess? Should I let you come? Or tease you for
hoursand then send you up to bed without letting you come at all?”
He looked at Louis as he said this, wanting to see the effect his words had.
Louis wailed,hips ineffectually trying to fuck up into Harry’s hand.
“No, Daddy, please,let me come, please, I’ll do anything,” he cried out, tears
sparkling in the cerulean eyes.
“Well…” Harry looks thoughtful, and suddenly, reaching out with a single swipe,
took off the cock ring.
All the breath whooshed out of Louis in a gasp, at the feeling of wonderful
freedomaround his cock. It’s been so long.His back arches, his toes curl and-
He doesn’t come.
Disappointed sobs rack Louis’ frame as he realizes he can’tcome just like this,
needsa touch, somethingto push him over from where he is teetering over the
edge.
Harry is smirking down at him.
“What’s the matter, naughty boy? Need Daddy to touch you? We’ll need to work on
this.”
“Daddy, please help me, can’t-,”
And then Harry is reaching down, pinching and twisting cruelly at his nipples
and whispering dirtily into his ear, “Just lookat that tiny little thing. Daddy
didn’t let it grow into a big boy prick, did he? It’s so small. How long is it?
Two inches? Three? Bet you’d come so easy, wouldn’t you? Couldn’t fuck anyone
with this thing. Made to get fucked, aren’t you? Imagine yourself in the
changing rooms, how the others will have their huge dicks and you’ll have this
little prick. Because you’re a littleboy, aren’t you, Louis?”
And Louis is gone. Gone.
He moans, thrashes, screamsin Harry’s grip as he comes, back arching in a deep
curve, legs completely giving out as he spurts and spurts and spurts.His vision
flashes white, than goes black as he slumps, absolutely boneless, on the bed,
his arms and legs trembling violently, the pleasure too intense for him to
handle.
It could have been a minute, or an hour, when Louis comes to. Everything is
still a little fuzzy around the edges, but he registers Harry looking at him,
wide-eyed and about ten years younger.
“God,baby, that was so fucking hot.It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever
seen,” he says, voice velvety and like liquid sex. “You were sogood.”
“I was?” Louis said, dazed.
“Yeah,” Harry breathed out. “Need you to do something else for Daddy, though.”
“Anything.” Louis responds immediately, and it’s the truth. He’d do anything
for his Daddy.
“Will you let me fuck you, baby?” Harry asks, circling a wet finger around his
hole. They’d never gone all the way before, Harry claiming that Louis was too
young.
“Yes, daddy. Want to be good for you.”
“You’re always good for me, baby.” Harry murmurs, voice soft, as he leans down
to claim Louis’ mouth in a kiss. Their tongues tangled together as Harry eased
two, three fingers into Louis’ tight (sotightsotightsotight)hole, feeling Louis
stretch around his fingers, swallow him in.
Louis breaks the kiss, high keens falling from his throat, when Harry crooks
his fingers to rub against his prostate. He surprises both of them when he soon
spills between their chests, with a breathy gasp.
“You come that easy?” Harry says incredulously. Louis is about to blush when
he goes on. “Fuck, baby, that’s so hot.”
“How many times could I make you come, I wonder?” Harry murmurs silkily, lining
himself up with Louis’ entrance, pushing in painfully slowly until he’s
sheathed completely within the constricting heat. “Two? Three?”
A shudder of arousal runs through Louis at the filthy words, making him ache,
suddenly, for the rough drag of Harry’s cock within him.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” he exhales, almost a whisper, but it’s enough for Harry.
He begins to snap his hips in earnest, fucking Louis deep and hard, searching
for that one spot that will make Louis fall apart beneath him.
He knows he’s found it when Louis lets out a loud groan, arching into him. “H-
harder, Daddy, I need it harder,”he cries out, hands raking down Harry’s back,
long fingernails leaving deep scratches, before they come up to tangle in his
curls.
Harry just snapsthen, any semblance of gentleness vanished as he fucks Louis
like a man possessed, driving his hips straight into Louis’ prostate again and
again.
“Oh god, ah, Daddy, c-close, gonna-,” Louis groans, and before he can complete
his sentence, he’s seizing up as his orgasm hits him. His hole tightens, vice-
like, around Harry’s cock, the tightness almost suffocating.
“Fuck,baby.” Harry groaned out, low and husky, dropping his head to rest on
Louis’ shoulder. His thrusts continued at their frantic pace. His filthymouth,
however, soon found Louis’ ear again, speaking slow and sticky like melting
honey.
“Can you come once more for Daddy? I know you can, baby. You’re being so good,
coming like this for Daddy. Once more, baby.”
Louis just nods jerkily, his body shaking, painful from the oversensitivity,
but he had to be good for his Daddy, he could.
And now Harry’s fucking straight into his prostate and it just hurts so good.
“Come on, baby.” Harry breathes into Louis’ ear. “Come with Daddy.”
And then he runs a finger lightly over Louis’ cock and that’s it.
Louis jerks and shudders, actual tears spilling from his eyes as he sobs out a
“Daddy!”
Harry comes when Louis does, cock pulsing warm into Louis, filling him up with
his seed, moaning low and hoarse into Louis’ ear, meaningless words and praises
telling Louis how goodhe is, how perfect and beautiful.
Harry starts to soften inside Louis and pulls out, grimacing slightly at the
squelch of come. He goes to fetch a flannel to clean them both, but Louis makes
grabby hands at him.
“Don’t leave me, Daddy.”
Harry smiles, eyes soft, and strokes Louis’ cheek. Even now, he can hardly
believe how beautiful Louis is. Every time Harry sees him, his beauty is a
shock, a favorite movie that never gets old. He is equally amazed at his good
luck in being able to call this perfect creature his,when he is certain he did
nothing whatsoever to deserve it.
“Not leaving,” he tells Louis. “Just going to fetch a cloth, princess.”
After he’s cleaned them both off, he’s spooning Louis underneath the covers.
They’re both on the comfortable fringes of sleep, when, so soft he cannot be
sure he heard it, comes Louis’ voice.
“I love you, Daddy.”
And Harry tenses, because, in fifteen years, he’s never once heard Louis say
that.
 
(He might just have said it back.)
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     IM SORRY *hides from knives, assorted furniture and bombs thrown my
     way*
     (if I'm still alive you can talk to me on tumblr at louis-
     twinklinson)
     also kudos and comments and fab and therefore if you do any of this
     you by connection are fab
End Notes
     I'm adding another chapter (or two) shhhhh.... for the sake of the
     fic, ignore the heath threats caused by wearing a cockring for an
     extended period of time. Kudos and comments make me very happy
     ayeeeeee also if you wanna come talk my tumblr is louis-twinklinson
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