One Shots
Sasha & Harry (Dirty)
I hear the front door open and slam shut so I quickly sit up on the couch, trying to make my hair look at least decent. I know I’m an idiot for fancying my boss, especially with such a huge age difference, but I can’t help it. Harry- Mr. Styles- is hot. He’s also not supposed to be back for a couple more hours, otherwise I would have checked myself in the mirror first. Not that it matters. Sometimes, I feel like he looks at me the same way I look at him, but I always tell myself to stop thinking that way. He appears from around the corner, looking upset. Angry, almost, but, oh so sexy. Stop it! I’m just the fucking babysitter.
“Sasha, how were they?”
He has twins, three years old, one boy and one girl. They’re quite the handful, but they go to bed early, which is nice.
“They were fine; been asleep about an hour now. How was your- uhh- date?”
“Waste of time. You know, I thought that after their mother left me, I would be happy with anyone
who accepted the fact that I had kid, but that just isn’t the case. Some of these women are such twats.”
I don’t know what to say. Typically our conversations are minimal and polite. He looks up and notices my shocked expression and grins. He walks over and sits on the couch, about a foot away from me.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I’m just… frustrated.”
Sexually? Did I say that out loud? No. Okay, whew. I get so nervous around him.
“It’s fine. I’m a pretty good listener.”
He flashes his beautiful smile my way and I can’t help but to grin.
“Thanks, but none of it’s even worth talking about.”
He scoots toward me a little and I sit up a little straighter, turning to face him. Instead of leaning in like I dream he would, he sits back, placing one arm on the back of the couch, shifting his weight to make himself more comfortable. I try to relax, but this close proximity is making my body tense up.
“Just enjoy being young and not having all of these responsibilities.”
“You’re still young. You’re only twenty-four, right?”
“Yeah, but when you have kids, it just all goes down hill. I love them so much, but I miss my
freedom, you know?”
“Yeah, I can understand that.”
I twirl my fingers through my hair and let my hand fall and land on Harry’s thigh. I don’t know what’s getting into me, but I can’t hold myself back. I pull my hand away quickly, scared of his reaction. I let my eyes shift up to meet his, which are open wide. He’s still smiling though, frozen in shock.
“I’m sor-“
He stops my speech with his lips, crashing them into mine, his palm covering my cheek softly. I lean into the kiss, placing my hand back on his thigh, squeezing it lightly. He moans quietly into my mouth, making me want him more than ever. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
“Sasha, are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
He grins devilishly as I swing one leg over his lap and kiss him again, holding his face in my hands. He slips his tongue between my lips, which I happily part for his entrance, softly playing with his hair. His arms rest on my hips, pulling me closer to him and eventually picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and trail kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. He walks toward his bedroom as I nip roughly at the skin on his neck, sucking under his ear at his sweet spot. His breathing picks up a little as he kicks open the door and approaches his bed. He brings his lips back to mine, sweetly placing me on the mattress without breaking away. As soon as he is laying on me, he grinds his hips into mine and I can feel how hard he is through his tight jeans. I reach between our bodies and fumble with the button on his pants as he brings one hand to my breast, lightly massaging it. Once his pants are undone, I unzip them and use my legs to assist my hands in pulling them all the way off. At that, he sits up on his knees and reaches back, pulling his shirt off of his body, revealing tattoos I had never seen before. He’s so sexy; way too hot to have kids. I reach up to pull him back to me, but he shakes his head and chuckles.
“Patience, love.”
I smile and lay there, wondering what he has in mind. He tugs on my tank top, pulling it over my head, leaving me in my bra and shorts. He goes for the bra first, so I arch my back, making it possible for him to unclip the hooks as he brings his soft lips to my chest. He runs his lips up to my neck, growling as he kisses me softly, pulling the straps off of my arms and tossing the bra aside. He pulls away and admires me as he begins to pull on the waistband of my shorts. He trails kisses down my body again, over my stomach and stopping at my hipbone. He looks up at me and grins slyly as he pulls my shorts and underwear down in one motion. Now, he is laying on his stomach, right between my bare legs. I feel his hot breath on my center, which sends chills up my spine.
“Harry, please.”
“Please, what? What do you want me to do to you Sasha?”
“Eat me!”
He smiles, obviously feeling accomplished and places soft kisses on either of my inner thighs. I shiver at his touch and I feel his lips curl against my leg. Then, without warning, he met his tongue with my clot, licking it quickly over and over again. I fist the sheets, trying to find air, and let out soft moans and heavy breaths. He continues to work, taking my clit between his lips and sucking softly. As the feeling becomes intense, he brings his hand to my sex and lines up his middle finger with my entrance. With his other hand, he holds my thigh in place so that I am unable to move as he pushes his finger in, slowly at first, but going deep inside me. He long finger curls inside me, making me cry out in pleasure. He continues to swirl his tongue around my clit and begins to pump his finger in and out, so that the pleasure seems insurmountable.
“Oh, god, Harry!”
He pulls his mouth away but continues to rub the spot he left with his thumb as his middle finger continues to massage my g-spot. He pulls his body back over mine, keeping his hand in place, and kisses me skillfully. I know that if I let him continue, I will come in no time. I want all of him and I want it now. I tug on his arm so that he stops his movement and flip us both over so that I’m on top of him. I kiss him again and grind my hips against his. I break away and straddle his legs, scooting down far enough to reach his boxers. As I slowly roll them off, he reaches over into his nightstand and pulls out a small foil packet. I gasp as his manhood springs free, shocked by his size. I scoot closer to his torso, but stop just before his hips. I take the condom from him and rip it open, tossing the wrapper aside. I hold his length in my hand and stroke it slowly before rolling the condom on over it. When it’s ready, I hold it and position my body over his, sitting on my knees. His large hands steady my hips as I line him up with my entrance. He sits up and kisses me as I lower myself onto him, which takes my mind off of the pain. It always hurts at first in this position, but his size makes it worse. After a few slow thrusts, I adjust to him fully and am able to take him in deeply. I hold on to his shoulders and he caresses my backside as he kisses me. He fills me up and I can’t help but to moan at the wonderful feeling.
“Oh, fuck, Sasha. You’re so tight.”
He nibbles on my ear and I press my chest against his, pulling lightly on his hair. I pick up speed, feeling my body take over. After a couple minutes, I am covering his mouth as he curses and screams my name. That’s all it takes for me to reach my climax and I tighten around him, my back arching and head leaning back. My body shakes and I slow down my movement as he follows suit, spilling into the condom. We ride out our orgasms together and collapse next to each other on the bed. He holds me in his arms as we recover, catching our breaths in silence.
“Maybe next week, I’ll have to get someone else to watch the kids so I can take you out.”
I giggle and kiss him softly on the lips.
“Sasha, how were they?”
He has twins, three years old, one boy and one girl. They’re quite the handful, but they go to bed early, which is nice.
“They were fine; been asleep about an hour now. How was your- uhh- date?”
“Waste of time. You know, I thought that after their mother left me, I would be happy with anyone
who accepted the fact that I had kid, but that just isn’t the case. Some of these women are such twats.”
I don’t know what to say. Typically our conversations are minimal and polite. He looks up and notices my shocked expression and grins. He walks over and sits on the couch, about a foot away from me.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I’m just… frustrated.”
Sexually? Did I say that out loud? No. Okay, whew. I get so nervous around him.
“It’s fine. I’m a pretty good listener.”
He flashes his beautiful smile my way and I can’t help but to grin.
“Thanks, but none of it’s even worth talking about.”
He scoots toward me a little and I sit up a little straighter, turning to face him. Instead of leaning in like I dream he would, he sits back, placing one arm on the back of the couch, shifting his weight to make himself more comfortable. I try to relax, but this close proximity is making my body tense up.
“Just enjoy being young and not having all of these responsibilities.”
“You’re still young. You’re only twenty-four, right?”
“Yeah, but when you have kids, it just all goes down hill. I love them so much, but I miss my
freedom, you know?”
“Yeah, I can understand that.”
I twirl my fingers through my hair and let my hand fall and land on Harry’s thigh. I don’t know what’s getting into me, but I can’t hold myself back. I pull my hand away quickly, scared of his reaction. I let my eyes shift up to meet his, which are open wide. He’s still smiling though, frozen in shock.
“I’m sor-“
He stops my speech with his lips, crashing them into mine, his palm covering my cheek softly. I lean into the kiss, placing my hand back on his thigh, squeezing it lightly. He moans quietly into my mouth, making me want him more than ever. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
“Sasha, are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
He grins devilishly as I swing one leg over his lap and kiss him again, holding his face in my hands. He slips his tongue between my lips, which I happily part for his entrance, softly playing with his hair. His arms rest on my hips, pulling me closer to him and eventually picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and trail kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. He walks toward his bedroom as I nip roughly at the skin on his neck, sucking under his ear at his sweet spot. His breathing picks up a little as he kicks open the door and approaches his bed. He brings his lips back to mine, sweetly placing me on the mattress without breaking away. As soon as he is laying on me, he grinds his hips into mine and I can feel how hard he is through his tight jeans. I reach between our bodies and fumble with the button on his pants as he brings one hand to my breast, lightly massaging it. Once his pants are undone, I unzip them and use my legs to assist my hands in pulling them all the way off. At that, he sits up on his knees and reaches back, pulling his shirt off of his body, revealing tattoos I had never seen before. He’s so sexy; way too hot to have kids. I reach up to pull him back to me, but he shakes his head and chuckles.
“Patience, love.”
I smile and lay there, wondering what he has in mind. He tugs on my tank top, pulling it over my head, leaving me in my bra and shorts. He goes for the bra first, so I arch my back, making it possible for him to unclip the hooks as he brings his soft lips to my chest. He runs his lips up to my neck, growling as he kisses me softly, pulling the straps off of my arms and tossing the bra aside. He pulls away and admires me as he begins to pull on the waistband of my shorts. He trails kisses down my body again, over my stomach and stopping at my hipbone. He looks up at me and grins slyly as he pulls my shorts and underwear down in one motion. Now, he is laying on his stomach, right between my bare legs. I feel his hot breath on my center, which sends chills up my spine.
“Harry, please.”
“Please, what? What do you want me to do to you Sasha?”
“Eat me!”
He smiles, obviously feeling accomplished and places soft kisses on either of my inner thighs. I shiver at his touch and I feel his lips curl against my leg. Then, without warning, he met his tongue with my clot, licking it quickly over and over again. I fist the sheets, trying to find air, and let out soft moans and heavy breaths. He continues to work, taking my clit between his lips and sucking softly. As the feeling becomes intense, he brings his hand to my sex and lines up his middle finger with my entrance. With his other hand, he holds my thigh in place so that I am unable to move as he pushes his finger in, slowly at first, but going deep inside me. He long finger curls inside me, making me cry out in pleasure. He continues to swirl his tongue around my clit and begins to pump his finger in and out, so that the pleasure seems insurmountable.
“Oh, god, Harry!”
He pulls his mouth away but continues to rub the spot he left with his thumb as his middle finger continues to massage my g-spot. He pulls his body back over mine, keeping his hand in place, and kisses me skillfully. I know that if I let him continue, I will come in no time. I want all of him and I want it now. I tug on his arm so that he stops his movement and flip us both over so that I’m on top of him. I kiss him again and grind my hips against his. I break away and straddle his legs, scooting down far enough to reach his boxers. As I slowly roll them off, he reaches over into his nightstand and pulls out a small foil packet. I gasp as his manhood springs free, shocked by his size. I scoot closer to his torso, but stop just before his hips. I take the condom from him and rip it open, tossing the wrapper aside. I hold his length in my hand and stroke it slowly before rolling the condom on over it. When it’s ready, I hold it and position my body over his, sitting on my knees. His large hands steady my hips as I line him up with my entrance. He sits up and kisses me as I lower myself onto him, which takes my mind off of the pain. It always hurts at first in this position, but his size makes it worse. After a few slow thrusts, I adjust to him fully and am able to take him in deeply. I hold on to his shoulders and he caresses my backside as he kisses me. He fills me up and I can’t help but to moan at the wonderful feeling.
“Oh, fuck, Sasha. You’re so tight.”
He nibbles on my ear and I press my chest against his, pulling lightly on his hair. I pick up speed, feeling my body take over. After a couple minutes, I am covering his mouth as he curses and screams my name. That’s all it takes for me to reach my climax and I tighten around him, my back arching and head leaning back. My body shakes and I slow down my movement as he follows suit, spilling into the condom. We ride out our orgasms together and collapse next to each other on the bed. He holds me in his arms as we recover, catching our breaths in silence.
“Maybe next week, I’ll have to get someone else to watch the kids so I can take you out.”
I giggle and kiss him softly on the lips.
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