Prompt: hey i was wondering if you would write me some underaged crossdressing daddykink ff, where harry is louis adopted son and he want to be a fem!cheerleder so he tries on an uniform and has pom poms and louis sees him and looses it and they have sex while harry still wears the uniform?
A/N: Sorry we haven’t been up for awhile babies! School and homework and I got arrested and you know same old same old but anyhow we’re back, and might have another hiatus but you know, that’s what school does to ya! Anyhow, this is our Halloween smut story! Cheerleader!Harry, NaughtyDaddy!Louis, underage bitches fuccckk yeaahh. PS for now I wrote one where they only did some hand job stuff but I can totally write a part 2 if you liked this one and still want some sexy sex scenes. BTW so sorry this wasn’t released on Halloween, but none of us girls had access to a computer except at school, so. Yeah.
“Daddy, daddy I want this one!” Harry yelled loudly at his father, who was checking out the sexy cop outfit. Louis furrowed his eyebrows as he caught a glimpse of pink material in his son’s hands. Louis walked over skeptically, thinking it must have been the wrong item. It wasn’t. Harry held in his small infant hands a pink and white cheerleading outfit with the letter ‘S’ imprinted on the chest area and hem of the skirt. Harry looked up at his father with puppy dog eyes, the green piercing right into Louis’ soul. Louis thought about this for a moment. He was at a pure dilemma. I mean, he couldn’t be teaching harry the segregation of what is female and what is male, he could suppress a sexuality like that at such a young age. But yet again, letting him wear that in public will set him up for destruction once he’s older.
Louis sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Is that the one you want, honey?” he asked slowly. Harry nodded eagerly and pushed the costume into his father’s arms. Louis’ lips twitched in a wicked smile. Harry was so precious, so young and whimsical. In this ignorant stage of adolescence he had no idea the gender wrongs and rights or what’s socially accepted, and it made Louis’ heart swell, and he only hoped that Harry would stay at this age forever and never be corrupted by social stigma.
Snapping out of his daze, Louis ruffled Harry’s curly locks and walked over to the cashier. Louis was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts of his underage son in that tight cheerleading costume. His tiny legs with a pink skirt draped over them just slightly, and his tiny tummy exposed do to the slutty way media portrays women, even children for God’s sake. Harry’s soft smooth skin and those bright pink lips. He could see them now, moist and covered with speckles over Louis’ cum, parted slightly.
Louis snapped his jaw shut and met eyes with the cashier, who was twirling her hair and waiting impatiently for Louis’ money. Louis took a ten out of his pocket and gave it to the.. kind lady. He looked down at Harry with the costume, which was inside a plastic bag, and repeated the question if this was the one he truly wanted. Harry nodded eagerly, then rushed his father out of the store so they could go home and try it on. This should be a fun Halloween for Louis, just fucking amazing.
If he can keep it in his pants.
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“Are you ever going to come out of the bathroom, love?” Louis asked sassily. Harry shook his head from behind the door, tears welling up. “No!” He shouted. Louis frowned, what could be wrong? Did it rip? Did he not like it anymore? Louis turned the doorknob, but it was locked.
“Harry, baby what’s wrong?” Louis asked, worried now. Harry sobbed. “It doesn’t look right, not with this here.” Louis brought his eyebrows together. What is ‘this’? What’s here? Louis dig his fingernail into the keyhole and popped open the door to find Harry, fists rubbing his eyes, and the top half of his costume tear soaked. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry and brought him into a tight hug. “What’s wrong ba-“ As soon as Louis brought him in all the way, he felt it. That must be what Harry was talking about. There was a trouser snake poking Louis’ thigh.
“Harry?” Louis asked hesitantly. Harry looked up slowly, expected to be yelled at. “Harry you’re okay honey, you’re okay. Shh shh.” “But Daddy, it hurts.” Harry whined, and Louis sighed greatly. What was he supposed to do? Help? That’s wrong. Let his child suffer? That’s also wrong. Harry began to tear up again when Louis propped Harry up closer with his leg, rubbing Harry in all the wrong places as he did so. “Oh, Daddy, please help me. Make it go away.” Louis remained stoic on the outside, but there was a war in his mind. A great dilemma. What to do, what to do. Louis came to a conclusion, and laid Harry down on the couch. “I’ll help you, baby, but promise to never tell anyone.” Harry nodded frantically and eyed his father carefully as Louis slowly pried Harry’s costume off. Louis took a sharp intake of breath. Harry wasn’t wearing undergarments.
There, smacked Harry’s erection onto his stomach, a light fleshy colour with an angry red tip, ready to explode. The tip was brushing the soft fabric of the top of the cheerleading outfit. Harry looked so beautiful. So vulnerable and beautiful. That outfit, though, damn, made Louis just insane. Harry’s small, fragile body was being hugged tightly by that costume, showing every sprouting curve that the boy currently possessed. Harry’s porcelain skin looked so touchable, so sweet like brown sugar. Louis almost wanted to devour the boy, in the most sensual way.
Louis took the tip between his index finger and thumb, and slowly worked Harry’s tip up and down. Harry whined uneasily at the new experience. ‘D-daddy. Wow.” Harry trailed off with a few ‘wows’ as Louis rubbed Harry lower to the base, and back up again. Louis sped up the pace; knowing Harry couldn’t possibly last much longer. Harry grabbed the sofa’s fabric and buried his face into the cushion, sobbing into them. Louis was about to lose his mind (up in here, up in here) hearing Harry sob and squirm at his fingertips.
“Daddy I think something’s going to happen.” Harry said, muffled by the cushion. Louis snickered at his ignorance and began to tug harder at the boy’s length. Harry let out a long, dramatic scream, and two long flows of white came from his tip. Louis smiled slightly, convincing himself that he did what any good father would do.
Harry’s face peeked from the messy curls on top of his head. Harry was breathing heavily, as he tried to open his mouth to speak. Finally, he mustered, “Can we do that again?”
Awh wow thank you babe