Daydreams | Harry Styles One Shots

Roll Call Part Two.

Hello again 🚬

I miss writing for you all. I always knew I would revisit this story eventually. Also so sorry I didn't realise it had been WELL over a year since the last Daydream??? Literally last time I posted a Daydream, Cindy and I were living our best lives at HSLOT and I was in my shitty overpriced London studio flat?? Life has... changed since then. Shout out to Cindy for another visit to ldn that made my brain cells start working again so everyone thank Cindy rn.

The truth of it is, particularly when it comes to Daydreams, that the smut is a whole ass chore for me and I always feel deterred by it. I wanna make it good and juicy even though I feel nada from the waist down. I would love to write Daydreams with little to no smut but there are always people who are annoyed when it's skimmed over and I don't want to disappoint! I think what I enjoy about these is it's such a fun plot for me to write and having it as a one-and-done works best for my rotting brain. But I feel like without smut like.... what else are we here for? Or is that just me?

Anyways. See you in another year or so for the next one.

WARNINGSSSS damn I've forgotten how to write these things?

CONTENT WARNINGS:
coarse language

SEXUAL CONTENT YIPPE:
Degradation, he's still mean, delayed gratification, oral oral oral, choking in more ways than one, cnc..? they act like him nutting in her is bad but it's not... idk don't look at me, squirting ofc tf, biting, spanking etc, age gap, daddy daddy daddy

Word count: 12.4k so very calm for me actually

enjoy x

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Oxford University, 1992

"Are you listening?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. What did I just ask you?"

"When was Plato born?"

"That's right," He cooed, his lips wrapping around her clit with a suck. "What's the answer, pretty girl?"

"427 BC?"

He sighed, pulling away with disappointment. She cried out in despair, reaching for him and pouting when he brushed her off.

"You know the rules, Violet."

She whimpered, her eyes wet with desperation.

"Tell me the rules." He pushed.

"If I answer wrong, you stop."

"Mm. And did you give me the correct answer just now?"

God, he was unreal. On his knees before her, his mouth saturated in her wetness. Dripping from his chin, his tongue reaching out to collect the shine.

"No." She whined.

"Pardon?" He cocked a brow, his hands leaving her shaking thighs.

"No, professor."

"You're being very naughty, today." He observed. "When you're serious about your studies, return to me."

"No, I—"

"You heard me." He dismissed, standing and righting his appearance. "Fix your panties."

His eyes were transfixed on the misplaced garment, soft blue and as delicate as her core behind them.