The Culinary Massacre

Harry~

SMUT CHAPTER YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
He kisses me again as I sit down on my bed with my knees hanging off and his hands at either side of me.
He gets on his knees on the floor. Kneeling in front of me. He's just kind of there. He looks up at me. I think he's kind of asking for permission. He's just looking up at me with the puppy dog eyes and I lean down and kiss him passionately. I put my hands in his hair as he started playing with the hem of my shirt. I pull away and quickly shrug off my jacket and unbutton my shirt.
He rubs his hands over my sides and just kind of starts in awe. It feels so good having this kind of power over someone. He is still on his knees at the foot of my bed and he looks down and back up at me.
"Can I?" He asks, moving his hands to my thighs. His thumbs rub circles and I just kind of look up. Anywhere but his face. I already feel so hot and I can't remember the last time I ever did this. Highschool maybe? But that's still a long shot.
I nod my head and he continues to make eye contact as unzips my zipper. He starts tugging my pants down and I move to help him. I try to put some space but no matter where I'm able to move him mouth is just right there. The only barrier between me and his mouth is my boxers which do nothing to hide a very noticeable "thing."
I finally sit back down and I'm completely naked. I feel so embarrassed. I've done so many more embarrassing things but he's just kind if there between my legs. Just staring at my cock and I don't know what to do.
"Are you ever gonna suck me off?" I finally snap. He looks like he was snapped out of a trance and finally looks at me. Well at my face. He then takes me in his mouth with no fucking warning and I hiss in response. He laughs a little and the vibrations. God. They are doing some things. He's taking all my defenses down. He's taking more and more and it feels so good. I let out a tiny whimper and he just stopped. He's just there and he pulls off with a lude pop. Spit is dribbling down his chin and I let out a whimper again. He looks so fucking good. I notice that I'm so unraveled and completely naked in front of him while he's completely clothed.
"Fuck you." I say
"Do it again." He says, looking at me.
"W-what?" I am so confused.
"Make that sound again." He says. He doesn't even ask.
"What's the magic word then?" I ask as my cheeks turn pink. I kind of hoped he didn't hear me.
"Please. Please baby god. Just make it agains." His begging is doing something. I don't even know if it's bad or good and I out right moan.
He takes me all the way down and I moan and I keep moaning. He starts moving his tongue up and down.
"God you take me so good you fucking whore." I say. I didn't mean to and I almost feel bad but his eyes screw shut and he moans this time. Wow. He must be into that.
"You Goddamn slut." He quickens his pace a bit and I feel the pressure building up in my stomach and I squeeze the sheets with my hands. I almost think I might tear them. I place one of my hands on his head cupping it. I'm fighting the urge to thrust when he pulls off.
"Do it." He says.
"What?" I ask. I already know what he's referring to but I want to hear him say it.
"Oh you know?" He says, rolling his eyes. I move my hand to his jaw and rub my thumb over it.
"Do I?" I asked feigning innocence.
"Just...you can...you know..fuck my face. If you want to?" He looks a bit uneasy. Wondering if he's crossed a line.
"Ok." I say
"Ok?" He asks, looking back at me.
"I don't like repeating myself." I say snarkily and he stares at me before taking me in again. Only the tip and I hook my hand in his hair and thrust.
He seems a bit caught by surprise and I make him go further and further. I feel the pressure building up and I'm a moaning mess and so is he. The vibrations. Fuck. Just fuck.
"Harry...i'm gonna...I'm gonna." But it's too late. He looks up hums and I just cum right then and there. In his mouth and he's making these lude movements and swallowing. Oh my God he's swallowing it. He pulls back with a pop and licks any excess on his lips and wipes his chin.
He kisses me again. I can taste myself and I find it so hot instead of gross.
"God, Husky." He breathes out. His voice is absolutely wrecked. I smirk knowing that I did that to him.
Then he gets this looks like he just realized something.
"Oh God. I'm sorry. I should go. You probably didn't want that and I just sprung that on you. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry." He said standing and backing up.
I try to get a word in but he's too hurt worrying to notice so I get up and put my hands on his face. I have to look up since i'm 5'0 and he's around 6'4.
"Huh." He says suddenly pulled from his rambling.
I kiss him. He is a fucking idiot but I haven't been touched like that in so long and I'm not going to let the man who just gave me the best head of my life walk out that door.
Our tounges are quickly in eachothers mouths and he picks me up. I let out an ungraceful squak when he squeezes my ass. He laughs a bit and his voice is better but still wrecked.
He places me back on the bed and gets on top of me.
"You absolute pillow princess" he says as he kisses down my collar bone.
"Fuck you." I pant out.
"That's the idea." He chuckles. I'm so sick of this. I want something more but he's still fully clothed. He suddenly bites and God. The moan I let out is almost embarrassing.
"Harry...am I going to be the only one naked here?" I asked, looking up at him. I started toying with his belt and he looked unsure.
"Are you sure you wanna go all the way?" He asks.
"Yes yes I am so now get these fucking clothes off." I say. It isn't even a question. I'm just quirky like that.
He immediately shrugs off his shirt as I hungrily take off his belt. Once he's done I lift up to kiss his collar bone. I pull away and he starts shimmying his pants off but puts his wallet on the nightstand. He pulls out a condom and starts kissing me again as he puts it on his seven inch schlong. 
He pulls away breathless and just looks at me for a moment.
"God you're so beautiful. Do you have any lube?" He asks. I nod and get some out of my nightstand drawer.
He apples a bit but before he does anything he looks back at me.
"Are you sure this is ok?" He asks.
I nod again. I can't even form words. My whole word is just anticipation. He finally pushes in and my eyes shut. He's going slow and I can appreciate that. I haven't had this in a long time.
He pushes in like a snail. Inch by inch goes by until he bottoms out. He sits there for a second. Just resting his head on my shoulder.
"You are so fucking tight." He mumbles.
He won't for the life of him move so I have to do something anything to get him to cause I'm losing my mind.
"Just me a good whore and move bitch." I say with a sort of mean tone. He kind of whimpers and starts moving.
He starts slow, not wanting to hurt me.
He puts a steady pace but it's so slow its punishing.
"Harry please just go faster." I mumbled.
"I want to drive you insane." He says making eye contact with me but then he starts going faster. A lot faster and I jolt.
"You are so good for me." He says smirking. I Bite my lip as he's drinking in all of my facial expressions. There's most likely a lot of them. The biggest one pleasure. He then nails my prostate and I fucking scream. He keeps hitting that spot. He's going fast but not that fast but it's enough to be too much when he's nailing my prostate over and over again. I feel so good I might fucking sob.
"Harry. I'm so close...please. D-dont stop." I'm so close I just need something to push me over. Anything and then he bites on my neck again and I'm cumming right then and there then he is too. I make a mess on our stomachs and he collapses still inside. My fucking world just imploded for shock and pleasure. Then everything feels like too much and I want to yell at him to get off but my voice is out of use from moaning so loud.
He gets the hint and slides off. He takes the condom off, ties it and throws it away.
He leans over me .
"Can you get up?" He asks.
"Of course I can." I say and I lift myself to the edge of the bed but my legs are way too shaky when I try to stand. He just picks me up. Getting laid by a gym teacher is actually kind of nice. Even if it isn't Obama.
He sets me down on the toilet and draws a bath. He dampens a cloth and rubs everything off of my stomach and then his. He sets me in the bath.
"Are you even going to say anything?" He asks. He's pacing and worrying.
"Thank you." I say, "Fir the bath, for the date, and for even fucking my brains out." I say. His face relaxes.
"I just didn't want to have messed everything up." He says sitting on the tub's edge as he helps me clean myself.
"You didn't mess anything up." I say smiling at him. There was nothing to mess up. There was no chemistry at all but now what the fuck is going on. Love is confusing.
He kisses me again and pulls me out after I'm thoroughly cleaned. He wraps me in a towel and gets me a pair of boxers.
My legs are better and I get a change of sheets. We just kind of lay together after. He falls asleep first and I soon follow. What the fuck happens now?