Test drive

You had come home from a night out with some friends, not drunk but not exactly sober either, and Harry had surprised you by loitering in the kitchen when you staggered through the door. He had been fixing himself a midnight snack before bed, dressed in nothing but a tight black pair of Calvin Klein’s, licking his lips before he gave you a slow lopsided smile and welcomed you home. Your slightly sloppy ‘hello’ kiss had turned into two, and then three, deeper kisses, Harry’s brief squeeze of your waist turned into his hand cupping and squeezing your ass, and it wasn’t long after that that you found your back against a wall. With your blouse hanging off one shoulder and your skirt hiked up past your hips, Harry mouthed at your neck and teased your slit with the leaking tip of his cock, his half made sandwich utterly forgotten. Ignited as you were with your lust, your brain fuzzy from alcohol and Harry’s body pressing hard into yours, the words had fallen from your panting and kiss-swollen mouth before you even realized you’d said them.
“Harry…mm, yes…fuck me, daddy.” Your eyes had blinked open when you realized that Harry had ceased all his movements, and you looked right into his confused and mild eyes.
“….did you just call me…’daddy’?”

Your face had turned bright red, not from lust this time, and you’d opened and closed your mouth a couple of times like a goldfish before you managed to meekly stutter out anything that made sense.
“I…it just slipped out,” you shrugged, trying to pass it off as just heat of the moment, but the damage was done and you knew it. Despite how open and comfortable you and Harry were in talking about your sex life and exploring what made each other tick, you had never brought up your quite intense daddy kink for fear that he would look at you like he did right then; bewildered and on the verge of laughter. You kissed him then, hard, and although you felt his slight hesitance, the distraction proved successful when you bucked your hips against his, grinding your wet center against him. He had fucked you right there against the wall, deep and fast, and you had thought, hoped, that maybe it wouldn’t come up again.
The second time you called him ‘daddy’, Harry was the one who asked for it.
It had been about two weeks since the first incident, and neither of you had uttered a peep about it, something you were very much okay with. It was morning, earlier than you would’ve liked to be awake, but Harry had to be away from you for most of the day as well as the next several, so he had kissed you and stroked you and whispered sexy, sweet nothings into your ear in his spine-shivering morning voice until you woke fully and readily agreed to a romp before he had to leave. And there you were, face down and ass up while he rolled his hips into you from behind, his hands alternating between spanning over your backside from shoulder to ass, and holding your hips so tightly it was almost painful .
“How’s that, baby? You like that?” He’d asked you, spanking you just hard enough to make you jump in surprise.
“I love it,” you’d moaned back, eyes shut and lost in dizzying pleasure as he snapped his hips. “I love it so much, fuck, Harry…” His hips had slowed then, pushing into you to the hilt and holding himself there, keeping you full of him. You bit down on the pillow, only proving to muffle your loud whine the slightest bit.
“You love my cock?” You nodded frantically, mumbling breathless, incoherent agreements as he gave you another deep, slow thrust and then rocked into you in languid and shallow strokes that had him running up against the sweetest spot inside you just enough to make you squeal. “Tell me you love it, kitten.”
“I love your cock, baby.” Harry’s hand came down onto your ass again, harder this time, and your back arched, trying to push yourself back onto him but he kept you still. One large hand slipped around your hip and down between your legs, cupping your heat and putting just enough pressure on your swollen, sensitive clit to make you whimper. “Please…”
“Please what?” You could hear the lewd smirk in his voice, you knew how much fun he was having with you but you’re too desperate for him to care.
“Please, Harry,” you gasped, still trying to grind your hips back into him but then his hand moved away from you, and he pulled out of you until just the very tip of him remained inside you, and you felt unbearably empty. You wanted to scream.
“Uh uh.” You clawed at the sheets as he teased your entrance, dragging the head of his cock over it. “Try again, love.” Your eyes had opened wide instantly, unsure how but somehow you knew what he was talking about. You looked back at him over your shoulder in shock, seeing him give you a dark yet deviously playful look, lip tucked between his teeth. Your breath caught in your throat, before you let it out slowly along with the words:
“Please….daddy.”
You didn’t have much brain space to contemplate that particular strange turn of events because Harry had taken the initiative and pounded into you as you wanted, and with your most private kink activated you were wholly powerless to stop the way you writhed and moaned and came so hard that you almost bucked him right off of you.
Again, it hadn’t been talked about afterwards. You’d shared a sweet shower together before he dressed and was out the door with a kiss and without a word about what had just happened.
So today, as before, it’s been a while since it happened, and for the most part you haven’t thought about it. It’s a Sunday evening and you have guests, Niall and Louis along with a couple of other friends, over to watch the football game.
“Harry!” You call, pulling two six packs of beer from the fridge. Your boyfriend appears in the doorway to the kitchen shortly, filling the space with his height and broad shoulders.
“You rang?” You hand him the beers to take into the living room, knowing that by now they should be getting low, and then you turn back to the counter to finish the buffalo dip Niall had almost literally begged you to make.
“Yeah, I just wanted to let you know that we’re getting low on those chips you like so I decided to just make cheese fries instead of nachos.” By the time you’ve finished your sentence, Harry has come up behind you, setting the beer down in favor of sliding his hands up and down your sides as he kisses your temple. “Is that okay?” You glance up at him just in time for him to surprise you with a kiss to your nose, and then one for your lips, soft and yet subtly promising. His hand slides down your back, dangerously close to your ass.
“That’s fine, baby.” Eyes gleaming, he uses your distraction to snag a fingerful of dip, and right before he licks it off he presses his mouth right against your ear and whispers hotly, “You know what daddy likes.” You freeze and your eyes go wide, but before you’ve gained the mental capacity to question him, he’s already grabbed the beer and fled to the living room, leaving you confused and turned on.
You finish preparing the copious amounts of food and spread everything out for the boys just as the game begins, and while you had been cutting pizza into slices it occurred to you that Harry shouldn’t be the only one allowed to have fun. So once everything is set in place, your guests are busy stuffing their faces and complaining about the referee, you plop yourself right down into Harry’s lap where he’s sitting in an armchair off to the side. You give him an innocent smile, wiggling a little to get comfortable as the hand that isn’t holding a beer settles on your hip. For a little while, you just snuggle into him and watch the game, his hand stroking your skin under your shirt lazily. You rest your head on his shoulder and press a light kiss to his collarbone.
“I wish we were alone right now.” Harry’s eyes dart to you, looking over your face quickly before he scans the room to see if anyone had noticed. With the volume of the tv and the way Niall provides loud commentary, you don’t have much of a worry of being heard. “I really want to sit on daddy’s cock.” He takes a big swig of his beer, but you don’t miss the hard bob of his Adam’s apple, or the way he shifts underneath you. “Wouldn’t you like that, daddy?” You inch your fingertips along his arm, resting your hand on his bicep. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?” Harry lets out a harsh breath, his arm squeezing around you.
“You know I do, love,” his voice is even huskier than usual, and it makes you rub your legs together. “Daddy always wants his baby.” You lightly dig your nails into his skin, biting back the moan that wants to come out at his words, and instead you gently nose your way to the spot on his neck that always makes him weak, giving the patch of skin small kitten licks. The evidence of the effect you’re having on him is pressing up against your thigh, and you give him a purposeful little shift of your hips and relish in the grunt that rises in his throat.
“You know, usually when I watch football I prefer not to have people fucking through their clothes right next to me,” Louis grouses loudly from the nearby couch, sending the rest of your guests into raucous laughter. Harry lifts a middle finger high, only protesting in the form of trying to hold onto your hand when you rise from his lap.
“I guess that’s my cue to go then.” You give Louis a pointed, teasing look. “Sorry to remind you guys of all the sex you’re not having.” A chorus of ‘oohhh!’s and snickering follows you as you leave the room, making sure to put a little extra swing in your hips for Harry’s sake. With any luck you’d left him just as sexually frustrated as you felt, and you knew you were going to be in for it once the guys left. You take a cool shower and then occupy the rest of your time browsing on your laptop and watching cheesy reality shows. When you hear what sounds like the beginnings of goodbyes coming from downstairs, you go down to accept the various thanks you get for providing delicious junk food, and you wave as they file out the door. As soon as the door clicks shut, Harry locks it and rounds on you, backing you up until you bump right into a table. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes speak volumes, his hands spread a thousand words over your thighs as they hoist you up and right onto the table behind you.
“I was never into the ‘daddy’ stuff until you,” his deep voice is barely more than hot breath on your neck, and you shudder, a tiny moan escaping you when he presses between your legs and rubs against you. You pull at his clothes in the need to feel his skin. “How’d you do that?” He tugs his shirt off and flings it somewhere, hands going to your shorts and maneuvering them down and off your legs. Harry licks his lips once he sees you’re not wearing anything underneath them, your already damp center on display for him, and he glances up at you with eyes nearly black. “Why is it so sexy when you call me that?”
“I guess you just needed the right baby.” He cups your thighs and pulls you right to the edge of the table, forcing you to come in contact with the prominent bulge he’s made in his pants. You give him a coy smile, tugging him close to you by a hand on the back of his neck and swallowing his groan as you grind your pussy against his covered cock, forming a wet patch on the fabric. “Fuck me, daddy,” you moan right against his lips, tugging on the bottom one with your teeth. And without further preamble, Harry undoes his pants, and does just that.
(Needless to say, Harry has no problem with you calling him ‘daddy’ after that, and in fact actively encourages it. It added a welcomed new dynamic to your sex life…but it was a little awkward when you bump into one of your elderly neighbors the morning after a particularly intense night. She frowns at you, confused, when you answer negatively to her questioning if you have any children. “That’s so odd. I could have sworn I heard someone yelling for their daddy last night.”)

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