Daddy as Fuck

0.6

"Hello."

Louis blinked, staring at the boy in front of him.

Fuck.

Harry was sweaty, hair in a fucking bun as he stood in front of Louis, wearing only basketball shorts, feet and chest bare. A Nike bag was hooked around his shoulder.

"Work out rooms?" Louis said casually, shifting on his feet.

"Yes. Where are you going at one in the afternoon?" Harry said, running a towel per his wet chest. Louis stared a second too long.

"Shopping before work," Louis replied, scratching his neck and, okay, he was still staring at Harry's chest but it was sweaty, abs and tattoos glistening.

"Louis, my face is up here."

When Louis looked up, Harry was smirking and Louis sort of wanted to stab him and ride him at the same time.

"I just... I know," Louis scoffed.

"I'm disappointed in you," Harry said as he stepped closer to Louis.

There were people around!

"Harry-"

"If you don't come with me right now, I'll force you to and I'm not afraid to make a scene," Harry warned and Louis didn't doubt that for one second.

He thought of Liam's words, bouncing around in his head.

You're boring. Take a chance, Louis. You'll like it, you're just so submissive.

Louis blinked up at Harry.

Do it.

Louis gulped, but nodded. To his surprise, Harry was taking Louis's wrist and dragging him back to where Harry came from instead of the elevator.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Louis asked, eyes widening.

Harry smirked, pulling Louis into a weight room filled with guys lifting weights. "Har-"

"Take off your shirt."

"I'm in skinnies, I can exercise-"

"Take it off," Harry growled and Louis pulled off his shirt quickly.

"Come here."

"Harry, these guys-"

"Oh my... Louis. Do you honestly think any of these guys will mess with me?" Harry hissed, looking frustrated.

"No," Louis said as he looked around. Although the guys here were bigger, Harry was hella intimidating and Louis knew this fact very well.

Harry laid back on a bench, hands resting on the metal bar of the weight.

"Sit on me," he ordered. Louis blushed, sitting almost directly on Harry's dick because he didn't want to sit on his chest and make it hard to breath.

Okay, maybe he should, but people were staring at them. No one said anything, though, they just returned back to what they were doing.

Harry began lifting the weight and Louis wondered how this was punishment because Harry looked fucking sexy and Louis got to sit on him and watch but it was about five minutes into it when Louis realized he was getting hard because of the sight in front of- no, under- him.

Harry smirked as soon as he felt Louis's half-hard erection against him and Louis whimpered softly when Harry shifted, grinding up into him.

"Louis, can you grab my water bottle? It's in the bag beside the bench."
Louis hadn't even noticed that Harry had placed it on the ground.