Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

f o u r t e e n

"With her nothing felt like a sin."

My dress was hitched so far up my underwear was on full display. The constant grinding of our hips was something only to be described as passion. This was so fucking wrong, but did that make it feel all the better. Our lips finding each others in all the lust and passion we built up.

His hands made their way to my ass and gave it a squeeze. I moaned in his mouth and moved my attention to his slightly unbottoned shirt, revealing his collarbones. I left heated kisses down his neck and stopped on his chest, sucking harshly.

"Stella, babe," Harry moaned, his grip tightening on my ass. One hand moving towards my underwear, applying pressure to my clothed clit. My arousal was well felt through the material. His fingers running up and down my still covered opening, tracing it almost.

I was beyond content with the fact he didn't put up a protest to this. He wanted this, needed it, so badly. His yearning and want all fueled into this lust and act. It was a beautiful sight to say the least.

His fingers started to become more, well handsy, and moved my underwear to the side and began moving up and down my center, collecting the moisture. I had to suppress my moans as I ground into his hand. As he had no clue how to pleasure a girl he just continued going back and forth, playing with my clit along with my enterance.

"Fuck Harry, if I knew you'd be this much of a fucking tease," I said leaning my head back, his arm supporting my back as I straddled his lap. I suppose he got some sort of memo as his fingers toyed around my enterance more. His apprehension and just confusion were well written on his face, and being the lovely support system I am, I decided to coach him through it.

"Just stick one finger in, and start pumping it in and out," I said bringing one hand down to help guide his long fingers. He played near the area for a while longer until he pushed on finger inside me. I gasped at the feeling.

Fuck were his fingers long.

He slowly began drawing it out, the feeling of emptiness soon faded as he thrusted in again. He began going at a faster pace once getting the hang of it. The pressure in my lower stomach began building, but I knew I'd need something... well, bigger.

"You can add another finger, too," I said breathlessly. He nodded against my skin that he nipped at on my neck. The next time he thrusted in, he was larger, what felt like two fingers larger to be exact. His big hands came in such use as he was hitting that spot which was quite deep. Normally, I could never get such pleasure from a simple fingering, but god did he do it well.

He began gaining speed again and the pressure built more and more, begging for its release. My fingers found their way into Harry's hair, toying it around my fingers, pulling each time he thrusted in harder. His stength and competitive nature lead him to his rougher actions. This only made his assult, well, more intense. As his fingers kept hitting my g-spot I struggled to suppress the moans, one slipping.

"Shh, you have to be quiet babe. You know I love hearing you moan, but we can't get caught," He said before kissing me roughly, making sure he would swallow the moans before they could be audible to the many church-goers just a mere 50 feet away.

My hands tugged on his hair and my thighs tightened around his legs as he brought my orgasm to life. My high rode out all over his fingers as I watched him pull them out and shockingly stick them in his mouth. He sucked off my arousal while giving me a wicked smirk.

"If you taste this good off my fingers, I can't wait to taste you off my tongue."

His words alone left me dripping again. Who was this person in front of me?

I got off his lap and on my knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt quickly. He worked his zipper and I pulled his pants down, along with his black briefs. His erection shot up once freed, his size still relatively new to me as he was quite larger than anyone I'd been with before.

I began running my hands along the inside of his thighs, leaving light kisses there as well. His breathing was quite audiable as he sharply gasped at my teasing. Just as I was about to take him into my mouth the door to the other side of the confession booth was opened.

The only thing between the priest and us was a thin wooden wall, and a small covered square in the wall.

I looked up at Harry as his eyes widened in fear. I gave him a wicked smirk as I placed my index finger to my lips, signifying him to be quiet.

"Sorry about being late my son, service lasted longer than I expected," The priest spoke to Harry, himself not being visable, just his voice.

"It's fine faaather," Harry replied drawing out his words as I licked his shaft. The priest must have taken account to his speech as he questioned him.

"Are you okay son?" He asked.

At that I took Harry into my mouth as far as I could, his hands gripping my hair harshly as he didn't want to let out any moans.

"Oh, I am perfect father. Just perfect."

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ha im amazing wow i love myself

(jk i actually hate myself but shh)

uhm how has your guys' week been?

oh uhm, I love you guys a looottt and it would mean a lot to me if you guys checked out my harry short story called Stuffed (that was suposed to be finished already but I CANT COMMIT TO THINGS OK) but its about valentines day and i think its cute and ya itd be super rad if you checked it out..

uhm.. idk what to say here...

do yall have like, any questions for me? (probabaly not) haha idk im so lame

okay, well imma sleep now and yeah

OH SIDE NOTE I SAW 50SOG TWICE ALREADY AND I LOVED IT LEMME KNOW IF YOU SAW IT CAUSE WOWOWOW ok

ily all so much and ur a rad little sunshine flake of love

haha ok

xox juliaa <3 #radmoneyswag

[edited 4.18.19]