Triggered; HS fanfic

Do You Know What Brats Get?

After my brush with Zayne, my morning just kept getting weirder.
First off, they started me on new meds and by lunchtime they hit me hard. I couldn't stop stumbling and giggling.
Then, Harry basically growled when Ashton came up and kissed my cheek when he handed me my work study sheets. As if he had any reason to be jealous at all. Or perhaps he just hates Ashton, but just the other day I'd seen them hanging out.

I couldn't keep my thoughts straight as Harry guided me through the hallways and I was sure I hadn't been in this corridor before.
Harry dragged me into a low hanging door right off the corner of the hallway and into a small alcove that opened up to a staircase leading upwards. I wanted to ask questions but was unable to form the words.
We followed the staircase up to what looked like an attic door but locked and Harry pulled a necklace out of his shirt, on the necklace was a long brass key.
The key fit into the door and he pulled me through before locking it behind him.
I looked around confused but also slightly amazed.
There were psychedelic posters and horror photographs framed and hung on the walls, colourful bean bags littered one corner and multiple patterned fluffy rugs layered the floor. A large coffee table with a bong, an ashtray, and a carton of cigarettes sat in the middle of the room and mismatched chairs and couches filled the other spaces. I could see there was another small area behind a wall but couldn't quite see beyond it.
Huge dirty windows lined the rooftop, impressive skylights had they been clean. Graffiti made colorful strands of light fill the room as the sun shone through the art.
"This is my dirty little secret. There used to be a pretty cool janitor named Isla who had the hots for me. Set this all up for me over the course of a few weeks, key and all. She quit not too long ago, moved with her husband. Irony." Harry winked at me.

Words finally made their way out of my mouth, " So why am I here?"
Way bitchier than intended but I hoped he understood it was the best I could do.
"Well, you were a brat this morning, weren't you?" A devilish gleam lit his beautiful eyes and it made me go weak in the knees.
"Y..yes.." I stuttered.
"Yes, what?" He smirked, the way he asked was as playful as it was dominant. Not at all similar to Zayne.
I looked him in the eyes a moment, choosing my words carefully. I suddenly remembered what I'd thought I heard this morning. Maybe he really had said that..

"Yes, Daddy" I said confidently, walking towards him until I was so close I could smell his deodorant.
That's all it took, within seconds he was on me.
His hands gripped my waist roughly, pulling me into his lap as he sat back on the couch.
He slammed my hips down into his and manually moved my waist to grind into him.
He was already hard.
A soft moan escaped my lips as his mouth devoured mine.
I no longer felt my meds, I just felt need.
I pulled his shirt off in a rush, kissing down his collarbones and gently biting his chest.
In moments filled with swift movements he had me naked and bent across a flowered chair with wide arms.
He stood naked behind me,a hand in my hair, roughly pulling it back so I could look him in the eyes.
It was painful.
It was heaven.
"Do you know what brats get?" Harry growled into my ear.
I whimpered and shook my head no.
"They get punished."
He wrapped a hand around my throat so tight I could hardly breathe and shoved two fingers inside me. He arched them in a crescent and pounded away at my g spot until I was shaking. The heat building in my center was about to explode when he suddenly removed his fingers and slapped my most intimate area. Hard enough to sting and bring a tear to my eye, but I didn't hate it.
He softly blew cold air at my clit, making me jump before slapping me once again before suddenly shoving his member in me.
I didn't expect it and I cried out as he lifted me up with one arm around my waist and the other hand pulling my hair.
He fucked me like that, holding me and slamming me down onto him, until he came and then he cuddled me on the couch.
"And brats also get lots of cuddles." He whispered, tracing his fingers along my shoulders and kissing my forehead as I contentedly sighed into his chest