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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles
  Additional Tags:
      well_I'm_going_to_hell, Daddy_Kink, daddy!_louis, Top_Louis, Bottom
      Harry, Child_Harry, harry's_seven, louis'_like_twenty-six_or_something
      idk, Overstimulation, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Rimming, Dubiously_Consensual_Blow_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Innocent
      Harry, like_i_said_i'm_going_to_hell, Crying, Anal_Plug, Spanking, what
      the_fuck_is_wrong_with_ME, Rough_Oral_Sex, Rough_Sex, I_hate_myself,
      Face-Fucking, enjoy?, oh_yeah, Parent/Child_Incest, okay_y'all_this_is
      NON-CONSENSUAL_OKAY
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-05 Words: 5366
****** feeling like warmth ******
by daddyLouis_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Louis shouldn't feel attracted to his seven-year old son, Harry, but
     he does. Louis' never really been one known for restraint.
Notes
     what the fUCK is wrong with me
     anyway, i'm going to hell hahahahahahahha
See the end of the work for more notes
Louis was a reasonable man. Really, he was. He always grew up with the right
morals and he always aspired to be someone who did the right things. And he
did.
For a while.
But then, Louis found out that he really wasn’t all that attracted to the
opposite sex, and that was, well, just a little concerning at first, until he
once stumbled into a gay bar that his gay friend took him too because his gay
friend thought he was gay too. Well, it’s not like his friend was wrong, but it
was certainly an awakening all right.
And stumbling out of the stranger’s room the next morning after a, albeit a
little awkward, night of sex, he realized that he didn’t actually give a single
fuck.
Well, in hypothetical terms at least.
But then, there came a girl. A girl with a bright smile and mischievous eyes. A
girl that fell in love with him just after a few days of knowing each other in
his final year of sixth form. This also so happened to be the time where Louis
didn’t know what to do about his father not quite liking the fact that his son
might be a “fag”.
So, Louis panicked.
And nine months later, he ended up with a kid and a dead mom to show for it.
He named him Harry.
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“Daddy! Look what I made!” Harry’s voice called loudly from his room as Louis
stopped moving his hand up and down his now dripping cock. Louis sighs. He
never really gets to have a private wank with Harry running around, now that
school was out.
“Coming, Harry!” Louis responds, grinning a bit to himself at his unintentional
pun. He really was hilarious. He straightens out his clothes and tries to
ignore how stiff his cock was feeling and the way it definitely hardened
against the close contact of his trousers. He walks to Harry’s room quickly,
finding him sprawled out on his bed, papers all around him. So, he’s drawing.
Harry doesn’t see him walk in and Louis gives a soft smile, admiring how cute
his boy looked, before sitting on the bed beside him. He tried to ignore how
fucking hard he is.
“Look what I made, Daddy!” Harry exclaims, pointing at his drawing. Louis
smiles wider and looks down at the painting, tears almost welling up when he
sees another one of Harry’s classic “Harry and Daddy holding hands” pictures.
They really were the cutest things.
“Aww, Harry. It’s really amazing, my sweet boy. Daddy’s very proud, see?” He
makes sure his boy sees how happy he is by smiling even wider and Harry puffs
his chest out with pride. Louis’ always known that Harry loves to make his
daddy proud.
Harry was only seven and yet, Louis was sure he wouldn’t love anything or
anybody else as much as he loves Harry. His precious boy.
“Do you want it?” Harry asks, almost shyly. Louis nods and reaches out to
smooth his hands over Harry’s head. Louis can make out curls coming through and
honestly, Louis can’t wait for the day that Harry has a head full of cute
curls.
“Of course I do, baby,” Louis responds. Harry smiles and leans into Louis’
touch, sighing happily. Louis pointedly ignores how his cock stiffens in
response. He will not get hard because his boy likes Louis touching him.
Absolutely not. Louis pulls back his hands and coughs awkwardly. Harry frowns,
but doesn’t say anything, so Louis does instead.
“Well, Harry, I have to finish up some work in my room so don’t disturb me,
okay? Just keep drawing your pretty little pictures and I’ll come back and read
to you. Does that sound good, baby?”
Harry nods happily, and Louis sighs in relief, standing up immediately. He
needs to take care of his little…problem.
Louis practically runs out of his room and lands on his bed, his hands
immediately flying to undo his zipper and his cock springs out. Fuck. He’s
already leaking some pre-cum. Louis grasps his cock in his hand and almost
moans, before reminding himself that his son is in the room next to him. He
moves his hand up and down a few times and he closes his eyes, tilting his head
back, as he feels his stomach start to clench.
Then, he’s coming, soft and powerful, and Louis lies back on his bed, trying to
think about anything else except for the fact that he just came with his own
son on his mind, his pretty, pink lips wrapped around his cock.
He’s a bad father.
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After wanking himself with Harry on his mind, Louis finds himself horny every
single time he looks at Harry’s lips. Fuck, those lips. Just soft and pink and
pretty and everything that Louis wants to devour and taste and feel around his
cock while he starts to fuck his little boy’s mouth ever so slowly before
finally coming loudly down his throat while Harry chokes around him.
What the fuck is wrong with him.  
Louis sighs as he walks out of his room and sees Harry on the couch, thumb in
his mouth, eyes focused on the television. He’s watching some Disney movie, but
Louis can’t really care or know because his eyes are too focused on how Harry
is obscenely sucking his fucking thumb.
Okay, maybe it’s not that obscene, but right now, everything that his son does
is obscene. Harry fucking breathing would be considered obscene right now.
Louis feels his cock stiffen in his pants and taking a deep breath, he can only
think of how much he hates himself for getting hard.
He battles through it though, walking to the kitchen, lunch on his mind. He
supposes he’d make Harry some macaroni and cheese. Harry always likes macaroni
and cheese. Let’s be real, almost every kid does.
“Harry, I’m making macaroni and cheese!” he calls out. Harry doesn’t say
anything in response, so Louis just takes that for a ‘yes’. He turns on the
water to let it boil and gets the noodles out. Walking into the living room, he
finds Harry in the same position, eyes still watching the television closely,
his thumb still in his mouth. Louis frowns. “Baby, it’s not good to suck your
thumb like that.”
Harry turns then and pouts, taking out his thumb. “But what else am I supposed
to suck on?” Well, fuck. That went straight to Louis’ cock and he can already
feel his own blood rushing. Damnit.
“You could always try a lolly, baby,” he suggests, trying so very hard to not
think about how hard he is. Fuck. Harry’s innocent eyes just peer right back at
him. Louis wants to fucking wreck him. He doesn’t, of course. Instead, he just
smiles as Harry ponders his response.
“Do we have any lollies, Daddy?”
‘Yeah, mine’, Louis thinks before he can stop himself. Damnit. He let out a
forced smile. “I don’t know, baby. Why don’t I go and check?” ‘So, I can stop
staring at those damn lips of yours.’
Harry nods happily and almost puts his thumb back in his mouth, but he seems to
catch himself, and stops.
“Good boy, baby,” Louis praises and Harry smiles widely at that. Louis turns
around and goes back into the kitchen.
Hopefully, he can find a lolly.
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Louis couldn’t deal with Harry sucking on his thumb anymore, so the day after
he found an old stash of lollies for Harry, he made sure to tell Harry that if
he caught him sucking on his thumb again then he’d have to punish him.
So far, Louis’ hasn’t been tortured with the image of Harry sucking with those
delectable lips of his. Of course, he’s still been wanking every night, his
son’s name on the tip of his tongue, but that’s better than just ripping
Harry’s thumb out of his mouth and shoving his thick cock in instead. 
Louis really needs to control his thoughts.
Harry’s in his room, reading a book or something, and Louis figures that maybe
reading something to him or watching a movie can stop him from having the time
to think these thoughts about Harry.
Standing up, he makes his way to his son’s room, and opens the door.
He finds Harry sprawled out on his bed, as always, with no pants on, just his
cute briefs, and no shirt. That’s not what really catches Louis’ attention
though.
It’s the fact that Harry’s thumb is in his mouth even after Louis told him he’d
punish him if he caught him again. Harry realizes this as soon as Louis walks
in and immediately rips his thumb from his mouth, but it’s too late. The damage
had been done.
Louis eyes narrow dangerously. “Harry….”
Harry’s lips start to tremble. “Yes, Daddy?” he squeaks out, his fear for his
punishment evident in his voice. Louis takes a closer step, and Harry just
stays so very still.
“Were you just sucking on your thumb even though I specifically asked you not
to?” he asks. Harry looks like he’s about to cry; Louis can’t care right now.
“Yes, Daddy… I was bored and you weren’t in here so I found myself sucking
before I knew it,” Harry admits, not even meeting Louis’ gaze, from how ashamed
he is. Louis frowns.
“Harry, don’t you remember what I said I’d do if I caught you sucking your
thumb?”
Harry looks up and meets his daddy’s gaze. “You…you said you’d p-punish me,
Daddy.”
Louis nods slowly. “Do you think this punishment is deserved, baby boy?”
Harry jerks his head up and down. “Yes, Daddy. I was bad for disobeying you. I
won’t do it again. Please…please don’t punish me, Daddy,” he pleads. Louis just
shakes his head and when did he kneel on the floor right in front of Harry?
“Oh, no, sweetheart. You disobeyed me and bad boys who disobey their daddies
get punished. Do you know what I’m going to do, baby?”
Harry shakes his head, and Louis’ cock just twitches in response. Louis knows
exactly how he’s going to punish his son. His bad, bad, baby boy.
Harry’s facing him, his legs swinging over the end of his bed, and no, Louis
can’t have that.
“Baby, turn around and scoot up a bit, would you?”
Harry seems to realize what his punishment is now. “Daddy, are you going to
spank me?” he wails, following his daddy’s orders nonetheless. Louis places his
hands over Harry’s bum and lets out a sigh of contentment. It’s so warm and
soft and Louis just wants to fucking wreck him.
“Yes, baby,” he responds, pulling down his son’s briefs, letting his pale,
clear skin shine in his eyes. Louis pulls the briefs all the way down, so now,
his son is completely naked before him, his pink hole staring right back at
him. Louis’ completely hard now, and he’s already fearing how this punishment
will end.
He places his hands on Harry’s bum once more and Harry cringes in response,
expecting a harsh slap rather than his daddy’s warm hand.
“How many do you think I should give you, baby?”
Harry’s leaning up on his arms, and he ducks his head at his daddy’s question.
“Five, Daddy?” he asks, hoping for the number to be small. Louis just shakes
his head, a small smirk settled on his lips.
“Oh, no, baby. I think you deserve twenty for being so bad,” he promises. Harry
stiffens and turns his head to look at his daddy, eyes wide with fear.
“Twenty, Daddy?! That’s too many! It’ll hurt too bad!” he pleads. Louis just
shakes his head again.
“Twenty, baby,” he confirms, rubbing his boy’s ass cheeks a bit. “I want you to
count every single one too, baby. And every single time I bring my hand to hit
your bum, I want you to think about how bad you were, disobeying Daddy like
that.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Harry agrees, a whimper in his tone. Louis loves that sound. He
rubs Harry’s bum a little longer, pinching it a bit, Harry jumping in response,
before finally bringing up his right hand into position to smack.
Harry’s so still and Louis likes that a whole lot so he brings his palm down
over Harry’s cheek, the sound reverberating throughout the room loudly as Harry
gives a loud groan.
“One,” he whimpers. 
Louis smiles and hits his other cheek just as forcefully.
“Two,” Harry breathes out. Louis’ admiring how red his baby boy’s cheeks
already look and just from two slaps!
Louis brings his hand down five more times and Harry’s almost on the verge of
tears now.
“Seven!” he shouts, his entire body having gone limp as he slumps into the bed.
Louis’ eyes greedily take in how red his baby boy looks and he stops for a
moment, just rubbing the soft cheeks, admiring just how beautiful his son is.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, knowing that Harry will say ‘yes’ even if he isn’t.
That’s just how much he loves to please his daddy.
“Yeah, Daddy,” Harry whimpers out, body twitching a bit as Louis continues to
kneed his son’s arse cheeks. Louis smiles, proud at his son for being so
strong.
“Okay, baby, I’m going to continue now,” he says, and before his son can
respond, he’s bringing his hand back down and smacks him, harder then any of
the others. His boy gasps and cries out loudly.
“Eight!” he moans. Louis smacks him again, even harder.
“Nine, Daddy! Nine!” he screams. He’s whimpering now, breath coming out in
short, soft little huffs as he shudders every second just from the air around
them caressing him. Louis’ cock is straining hard against his pants, but he
fights on, focusing just on how lovely his boy looks for him, his pink hole
clenching with every smack, his red handprints shining back at him from his
arse.
“Good boy, baby. Just eleven more,” Louis praises, and his son whimpers even
louder at that. Louis can’t wait to see how he’ll look when he finally gets to
twenty.
He spanks him again, the slap ringing in his ears.
“Ten,” Harry moans, his entire body completely having gone limp. Louis has to
hold him up now with his other hand, and fuck, if that just isn’t the hottest
thing.
“So, good, my baby boy. So, so good. Halfway there,” Louis assures him, and he
can see Harry weakly nod against the pillow his face is smashed into.
Louis brings down his hand, and Harry cries out into the pillow, his entire
body arching upwards.
“Eleven,” Harry cries.
Spank.“Twelve!” Spank.“Thirteen! Spank. “Fourteen, Daddy!”
Spank.“FIFTEEN!”Spank.“Ah—sixteen!”
Louis stops for a moment, going back to rubbing his son. Harry’s shining red
and Louis absolutely fucking loves it. He wishes that this image could get
tattooed on his eyelids. He never wants to forget this moment.
“Four more, sweet boy,” Louis coos, still rubbing. Harry’s crying now—has been
since around ten spanks—and he just nods against his pillow.
“Yeah, Daddy. I’m a good boy, aren’t I?” he asks. Louis thinks that by now he
could be able to knock someone out with his cock from how hard it is.
“Of course you are, baby. Such a good boy,” he says, before bringing his hand
down and spanking once more. Harry cries louder.
“Seven—seventeen,” he whimpers.
Spank.“Eighteen.” Spank. “N-nineteen…oh, Daddy.”
Louis stops again, marveling over how pretty his little boy looks. He’s about
to spank him one more time and then he’ll get to see how precious his boy looks
after listening to his daddy so, so well.
“Twenty,” Louis whispers as he brings down his hand once more to give Harry the
hardest slap of all. Harry screams, his entire body jolting forward as he cries
loudly into the pillow.
“Daddy…twenty, Daddy. I-I did it,” Harry cries into the pillow, his entire body
slumping down so now he’s just lying on his bed.
Louis soothes his bum, and quickly takes off his clothes before scooting up and
wrapping his crying Harry up in his arms. Harry cries into his chest, and one
of Louis’ hands is soothing his boy’s bum, while the other is rubbing circles
in his smooth back.
“You did it, baby. I’m so, so proud of you. Taking the spanks so well. You are
so brave, baby. Daddy’s little boy, aren’t you?” Louis praises. Harry nods
against his chest, sniffing loudly as he comes down from his high from crying.
“Always, Daddy,” Harry whispers against his chest, and fuck, if those aren’t
the most precious words Louis’ ever heard. His cock is out and free now,
rubbing against Harry’s small cock in a way that couldn’t be considered
innocent, but somehow is.
“Do you know what good boys get, baby?” he asks.
“What, Daddy?” Harry asks, his breath feeling warm against Louis’ chest. Louis
keeps rubbing his back and bum.
“A reward, baby. And the reward I’m going to give you is going to feel so good,
baby,” Louis says.
Harry doesn’t say anything. “Is—is it a massage, Daddy?”
Louis chuckles. “Sort of, baby. Except, I’m going to massage your bum with my
tongue first and then I’ll massage your willy. You think that sounds okay?”
“Massage my bum? With your tongue, Daddy? Isn’t that gross?!”
Louis shakes his head. “No, baby. It’s normal, and it feel really good, and
after what you just did for me, I want to make you feel really good, baby.”
Harry stays still and remains quiet, as if he’s considering his daddy’s words.
Finally, he nods, and agrees. “Okay, Daddy. I’d like that.”
Louis smiles, so happy that his boy agreed to Louis rimming him.
He lets go of Harry, and quietly, but surely, he instructs Harry to lie on his
stomach, arse in the air. Harry moves languidly, still feeling out of it from
the spanking. Quickly, he rushes to his room and grabs the lube in his
nightstand before rushing back. Harry, of course, is still lying down, arse in
the air.
Louis’ hands move back to Harry’s arse cheeks and this time, he has a different
purpose. He can’t wait to see what his precious son tastes like. He bet it
tastes fucking amazing. He opens his son’s cheeks a bit, getting a good look at
his tight, little hole and he moans at the sight of it.
“Are you okay, Daddy?” Harry asks, concerned for his daddy since he moaned.
Louis’ cock is starting to hurt now.
“I’m fine, baby,” Louis answers, spreading out his cheeks even wider, and
letting his index finger skim across the rim. Harry jolts forward and giggles a
bit.
“Daddy, that feels weird!” Harry exclaims. Louis just smiles and doesn’t say
anything. He doesn’t think he could say anything in this moment.
He stops touching his son for a moment as he reaches down and grabs his lube.
He applies some onto his finger, and before Harry can even take another breath,
his finger is back to skimming over his rim. Harry gasps, but Louis just keeps
going, slowly sliding his index finger into Harry, into Harry’s taken all of
it.
Harry is writhing and Louis is in heaven and it’s just one finger. Harry’s
clenching wildly around Louis’ finger and all Louis can even focus on is the
pressure on his finger. He wants to feel how tight his baby boy is with his
thick, cock ramming into him.
Before Harry can comment on how his daddy’s finger feels in him, Louis’ already
slipping his finger out and pushing his face against Harry’s rim.
Harry whimpers, his entire body giving wild spasms ever second or so as Louis
licks at his son’s rim.
“Daddy!” Harry exclaims, and Louis just continues lapping at his son’s arse.
Louis loves it. He loves how smooth Harry is and how Harry’s clenching at just
his tongue licking him, and that makes him only want to see how he’ll clench
around his tongue fucking him. So, he dips his tongue in his son’s pretty,
little pink hole and Harry screams again. Louis brings his tongue back out and
keeps fucking his tongue in and out of Harry into Harry’s a withering, crying
mess. “Daddy…my willy feels funny!”
Louis pulls back then, not wanting Harry to come until it’s in his mouth.
“Turn around, baby,” Louis instructs and Harry’s quick to comply. He loves his
baby boy so fucking much.
Harry’s cock is hard, pointing upward a bit, and Louis smiles, loving the fact
that he gets to see this. He reaches forward and places his hand around his
boy’s cock, and Harry immediately moans, arching his back.
“Wow. Daddy!” Harry groans. Louis smiles, and leans down, so that his tongue is
kitten-licking at Harry’s very small dick. Harry moans even louder that time;
Louis fucking loves it.
Then, he just takes Harry’s entire cock in his mouth, it fitting easily and
nicely in Louis’ mouth. Harry can’t keep still, bucking slightly into his
daddy’s mouth and moaning like a fucking porn star. Louis slips off and frowns
at his baby.
“Try to keep still, baby,” he says. Harry bites his lip, looking so pretty, and
manages a rapid nod.
Louis wraps his mouth around Harry’s cock again and starts to suckle at it,
studying how beautiful Harry looks while doing it.
His eyes are clenched shut and his mouth is gaping wide, loud puffs of breath
escaping from him, and Louis can’t fucking wait to fuck him. It doesn’t take
long for Harry to come, and when he does, it’s just a tiny dribble of come, and
Harry screaming so loudly, Louis’ briefly worried the neighbors heard. He looks
down at his daddy in shock and horror.
“Daddy, I’m sorry!” Harry exclaims. He couldn’t believe he just did that. Louis
just laughs, wiping some of the come off his cheek and sucking on his finger,
loving how his boy tastes.
“It’s okay, baby,” Louis reassures him. “It happens when you feel really good
and need release, okay? It’s fine. But I want to ask you a favor now, baby.
It’ll make Daddy feel really good, yeah?”
Harry nods, looking sheepish. “Okay, Daddy. What is it?”
“Can you do what I just did to you to me?”
Harry’s eyes widen and his gaze immediately flickers down to his daddy’s large
cock.
“It’s so big, Daddy! Will it fit in my mouth?” he asks, but he still makes his
way down the bed so that he can kneel on the floor.
Louis nods. “Of course it’ll fit, baby. Just try it out, see?” He takes a hold
of his cock and moves it to Harry’s mouth, who’s already kneeling on the floor,
looking like a fucking angel. He places the head of his dick against Harry’s
lips and Harry instantly opens up. Louis moans as he pushes past Harry’s lips
and inside his warm mouth. Teeth are rutting against his cock, but he can’t
even care right now because it just feels so fucking amazing.
“Ahh—f-fuck!” Louis exclaims, stomach clenching as he leans forward, grabbing
Harry’s head and taking control. Harry is lapping at his cock wildly, unsure of
what to do because of his innocence, but that just turns Louis on even more. He
just wants to fucking ruin his boy.
He moves in and out slowly at first, still trying to believe that his cock is
actually in his son’s mouth, but then, he just can’t take it. He starts fucking
Harry’s mouth hard, the hold in Harry’s hair tight, and Harry starts choking
around him, trying to move away, but Louis’ hold is too strong.
He fucks against the back of Harry’s throat until he feels that he’s about to
come so, pulling out, he just needs to take one look of the tears that have
welled up in Harry’s eyes before he’s coming loudly all over Harry’s pretty,
pretty face.
He watches as three streams of come land prettily on Harry’s face, some
catching on his beautiful eyelashes and lips. Louis groans again at the sight,
and Harry’s still crying, from being fucked in the mouth so hard.
Louis can’t wait to see how fucked he’ll look after he really fucks him.
Louis takes a hold of Harry’s hair and rubs at it, trying to be soothing,
knowing that what comes next will be even harder for his son.
“You’re such a good boy, Harry. Aren’t you? You’re just living to please your
Daddy? Fuck, look at you, all covered up in my come. You like that, don’t you?”
Harry can only nod, afraid of what would happen if he says ‘no’.
“Why don’t you go lie back down on your back, legs wide open for your daddy?”
Louis suggests, so incredibly ready to just fuck his boy already.
His boy shakily gets up and lies on the bed, spreading his legs just like his
daddy told him to. Louis loves him so much, and shows him that when he leans
over Harry’s nice, little body and kisses him, hard. Harry gasps into his mouth
and Louis just smiles against his son’s lip, licking into his mouth. He pulls
back and grins down at his boy.
“Make sure to try to stay still, baby,” Louis says, heading back down to his
son’s bum. The lube is on his finger before he can blink, and he’s back to
sliding one finger in his son. He can tell Harry wants to squirm around, but he
looks up and meets Harry’s gaze, and he knows that Harry’s trying his very best
to be good for him.
He slides his index finger in and out of Harry slowly, but then speeds up,
curling it a bit. Harry whimpers, loudly, and Louis smirks. He quickly shoves
in another finger, wanting to see how his baby boy reacts to a new sudden
intrusion.
He reacts beautifully, arching his back a bit and groaning even louder, eyes
wide as he stares down at Louis in shock. Louis curls both of his fingers
upwards, watching how Harry just completely falls apart in front of him, and
honestly, Louis doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful.
He starts scissoring at Harry, and by then, Harry’s crying again, trying his
very best not to squirm. Louis can see how hard his boy’s cock is already, and
he smiles, satisfied that his boy seems to be enjoying it.
Louis looks down to watch his fingers disappear and reappear in and out of
Harry’s arse. He knows that he should probably put in three, but his own cock
is already hard again, and he just wants to feel his boy around him already.
So, he pulls out his fingers and quickly lubes up his cock, seeing Harry watch
him, as he gasps for breath.
He leans over Harry’s body, his cock’s head just slightly touching Harry’s
hole. He looks into Harry’s eyes and watches as he scrunches his eyes tight and
tilts his head back as Louis starts pushing in.
“Daddy! I-it hurts!” Harry cries, and Louis smirks, knowing that he’s not even
halfway in. He wants Harry to fall apart in front of him.
“You can do it, baby. Be so good for your daddy, right?”
Harry sniffs and gives a hesitant nod, looking absolutely beautifully wrecked.
Louis smiles softly and leans down to kiss him again to distract him for a
moment as Louis pulls back a little bit and slams in, hard. Almost his entire
cock is buried in Harry now, and Louis moans, feeling how tight his boy is
around him.
Louis can vaguely hear Harry screaming, and he knows his boy is writhing
against him, trying to push his daddy off, but he can’t really think of
anything like that when all he can focus on is the incredible pressure in his
boy’s arse.
Louis groans and pulls back, slamming back in even harder, eyes rolling back to
the back of his head as his balls meet Harry’s arse, and he tries to push even
closer to Harry, but he can’t. Louis’ holding onto Harry’s legs, so he pushes
them up, so that they’re resting on his shoulders and pushes in even more,
groaning louder as he gets deeper in his son’s tight warmth.
Louis’ eyes flicker down to Harry’s and Harry is sobbing, pain etched in his
face as his mouth repeatedly opens and closes in a silent scream. Logically,
Louis knows he should stop and tend to Harry, but he just can’t. He can’t stop
this because it’s the best feeling that he’s ever felt, and seeing Harry so
wrecked only makes him push in harder, grunting loudly as Harry shudders
underneath him.
“D-Daddy…pl-please st-stop, Daddy. I-it hurts….” Harry whimpers and yeah, Louis
hears what he’s saying, but he’s not listening, so he just pulls out and slams
back in harder. Harry screams, his hands clawing at Louis’ back, and Louis just
loses his mind from there on out.
Louis leans down, burying his face in his son’s neck as he pounds into his son,
hard and fast, feeling his son tremble beneath him as he takes the continuous
slams of his daddy’s large cock pushing in and out of his tight, precious,
little hole.
“Uh…uh…fuck, Harry,” Louis moans, speeding up even more, slamming so hard that
Harry’s arches up so much that his back leaves the bed. Harry’s still crying,
begging his daddy to stop, but Louis just can’t.
“Fuck, Harry. You’re so fucking tight, aren’t you? Look at you, taking Daddy’s
cock so fucking well. Tell me you like it, you little slut. Fuck, you’re my
little slut, aren’t you? You’re always going to be my little slut, baby. I’m
not ever letting you leave, baby. Fuck. I just want to stay in you forever,”
Louis grunts out as he slows down a bit so he can take longer strokes, slamming
in his son at the last minute every time, feeling Harry’s body shudder each
time.
Louis breathes in his son, and when he feels his stomach start to clench, he
starts pounding into his son’s arse even harder, faster, everything more as he
chases his orgasm. Harry isn’t even saying anything, just whimpering and crying
softly as his daddy continues to slam his thick cock into him.
When Louis finally comes, it’s when he’s deeply shoved up in his son’s arse
hole and he swears he can see the fucking stars as he shoots his load deep
inside Harry.
Harry whimpers in response and Louis just collapses against him, breathing
deeply, trying to recollect his mind. He blinks a few times, hearing Harry
softly cry underneath him and he smiles, blissed out, and pulls out roughly,
Harry crying out loudly at the painful feeling.
Louis quickly pushes himself off of Harry and somehow manages to make it to his
room so he can grab his favorite toy. He rushes back to his son’s room and just
like he thought he would, he’s still there, clenching wildly around air, his
pink hole looking big and thoroughly fucked.
Louis watches as a dribble of his come slowly slides out and he clicks his
tongue.
“Watch my come fall out of you, baby. We can’t have that, now can we?” Harry is
in too much pain to respond, but that’s okay. Louis grabs his butt plug and
quickly, roughly shoves it into Harry, who screams in response. Louis thinks he
loves that sound.
“There we go. Now, you’ll feel me pulsing in you all night. Isn’t that nice,
baby?”
Louis looks up, and is partially shocked to see his son passed out on his bed,
sweat all over his body, and Louis stares at him. He’s just so beautiful. Louis
smiles and takes his place behind Harry, rubbing at his bum as he nestles into
Harry.
Louis can’t wait for the rest of their new lives as Harry as his baby boy and
him as the Daddy.
End Notes
     oh geesh
     anyway, I'll be writing a teacher! louis and uni student! harry fic
     soon. it'll have daddy louis b/c I'm a sucker for that and it's
     completely self-indulgent since I hate myself
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