Projection: the ability to project desire to reality.
I would sell my soul to Satan to see Harry dating a woc like Sage ^^^^
There's some french and Spanish in this chapter! Correct me if I'm wrong, the french should be fine if not, then I'm failing it lmao.
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t.m.
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H.S. // 6 Man
"This place is fucking huge."
I gaped with wide eyes as I gazed up at the Buckner Mansion that was situated next to Sage's house. A couple of days had passed by where Sage told me more about my power as well as her powers and her background. She had been doing well in terms of moving on from grieving. There were times she would zone out with a sad look on her face, but would often come back with a light smile whenever I'd say something heartfelt to her.
I could tell she was finding these random confessions somewhat strange, probably wondering why I was reminding her over and over again about how much I loved her and how much I would protect her. I made sure to tone it down a bit, just to prevent her from getting that feeling. Obviously she wouldn't know why I was doing that. It was just that I needed her to know that I love her and I'd do anything to protect her, since when she finds out soon enough she will think all that what I've said is a lie. I'll just have to somehow convince her that whatever I said about loving her and protecting her is indeed true.
Today she wanted to show me 'Miss Castavet's School for Gifted Young Ladies', basically the academy for witches and warlocks. If I were still following the mission, this would be me hitting the jackpot. Sage showing me around the school and telling me all about what protects it and etc. is exactly what Colton wants me to find out. However, I wasn't going to tell him shit about this. Not at all. I was going to make up some shit and pretend that that was what Sage really told me. His witches would never try to check if I was lying or not because of my immunity. He would never find out I'm lying about the academy because I was that good of a liar.
"C'mon!" Sage called out, heading towards the front door and swinging them open.
We were immediately met with the sight of numerous girls, all dressed in black walking around, getting to places they had to be at. Some were just hovering around in little groups, chatting amongst themselves loudly. All pairs of eyes snapped towards us as soon as we walked in, me swallowing thickly to show that I was somewhat intimated and nervous to be in a room full of very powerful women. Whereas, in reality I couldn't care less and actually felt my skin crawl because despite my love for Sage, I still hated witches.
"What're you all looking at?" Sage snapped in an authoritative voice, causing half of the girls to break out of their trances and start walking away.
"That papi who's standing next to you," a voice spoke up from our right, a group of girls approaching us. The girl who spoke looked about 17 and Hispanic, looking me up and down with a dirty smirk playing on her lips.
"Mi papi," Sage corrected, making me roll my lips inwards to hide a smug smile when the girl glared hard before mumbling something rude in Spanish about Sage to her friends. Her words made me frown angrily, clenching my jaw when she spoke up to Sage.
"Sinceramente, no sé lo que él ve en ti," she said with a bright smile, making Sage frown slightly, clearly not understanding what she said. Honestly, I don't know what he sees in you.
"Su gran corazón y culo. Dos cosas que claramente no tienen," I muttered lowly with a coy smirk, watching her lips part in surprise as her friends started giggling at my comment. Her face burned brightly as she glared at me before spinning around in the spot and walking away with a huff. Her big heart and ass. Two things you clearly don't have.
"What did you say to her?" Sage questioned me with an amused smirk, making me shrug lightly.
"Something dirty," I said with a teasing smirk, making her narrow her eyes at me immediately at my words.
"Dites quelque chose de sale à elle encore, je vais déchirer votre bite et tapez-le sur votre front," she said aggressively in a rather threatening voice, making my jaw drop, a quick laugh flying out of my mouth as she marched away angrily. Say something dirty to her again, I will rip your cock off and tape it to your forehead.
"Oh là là, quelqu'un est jalouse," I continued to smirk, trailing behind her as she huffed, cursing in French under her breath. Someone is jealous.
I quickly ran up behind her, tugging her into an empty hallway and pushing her up against the wall. She gazed at me with a tight frown, lips held firmly in a pout even though I can tell she obviously knew I was joking about saying something dirty to that girl back there.
"Quien es tu papi, Sage?" I murmured lowly, watching her swallow thickly at my heavy Spanish accent before she shook her head slightly and composed herself. Who's your daddy, Sage?
"Je ne comprends pas l'espagnol, tu con," she rolled her eyes at me, making me chuckle at her words before continuing to speak Spanish. I don't understand Spanish, you cunt.
"Te voy a hacer gritar mi nombre cuando lleguemos a casa," I growled with darkened eyes, making her shut up all of a sudden, detecting that I had said something dirty to her. I'm going to make you scream my name when we get home.
I began to say something else before Sage cut me off with her lips pressed against mine. She then pulled me into an empty classroom; lips still attached to each other's before she shut the door and shoved me against it. My hands automatically reached forwards to grip her wide hips, gripping them tightly with my fingers digging into their sides when she sunk her teeth into my lower lip. As she pulled it back, her eyes fluttered open, filled with ardor while she let it go, allowing it to pop back into place.
"You sound so hot when you speak Spanish," she whispered lowly, fingers fisting my white t-shirt while I smirked smugly.
My head lowered to kiss her lips just as hers tilted to the side to kiss me as well, before the door to the classroom swung open all of a sudden. I pulled back immediately, my eyebrows slanting downwards when my gaze met an icy blue one. Esmeralda Castavet, the witch who ran the academy. Also known as, Atticus' mother. She arched a brow questioningly at Sage, whom simply glared back at her, making it evident that they weren't on very good terms.
"Harry, isn't it?" she threw on a fake smile, while I kept my expression emotionless. "I'm Esmeralda," she introduced herself, jutting her hand forwards for me to shake. I eyed it warily, before taking it and giving it a firm shake.
"Do you have the potion ready?" Sage questioned her, making me frown a little.
"What potion?" I asked out loud, gaze darting between both of them as Esmeralda nodded.
"It's with Lakshmi in the greenhouse," she told Sage, making her nod in response. "You know where to find me if you need any help," and with that she disappeared out of the classroom.
"What potion?" I repeated, arching my brows at Sage questioningly. She simply laced our fingers together and tugged me out of the room and began explaining.
"There's a girl called Lakshmi in this academy whom also has the power immunity. She's also very talented in potion making, so one day she created a potion that helps strengthen her powers," Sage explained as we walked through the hallways towards the back.
"But I thought magical stuff won't work on me?" I frowned a little.
"You're right, but this potion has some special ingredient that manages to break through your immunity only to strengthen it. Therefore, you'll be able to expand and manifest your powers whenever you want to," Sage told me, making me nod slowly before we entered the greenhouse.
Sitting by a large stone table that was set up in the middle of the greenhouse, was Lakshmi the witch. There all sorts of vibrant plants and flowers planted on either side of the greenhouse, most of them very exotic looking as well as completely unrecognizable. My gaze landed on a young teenage girl whom had dark ebony hair and exquisite features. Sage greeted her with a smile, which she easily returned before her gaze focused on me, studying me curiously.
"Lakshmi, this is Harry," Sage introduced me to her.
"Hello, Harry," she greeted me with a bright smile, her thick Indian accent breaking through.
"Hi, Lakshmi. I heard we have similar powers," I said with a chuckle, making her smile and nod.
"Yes, Sage told me all about that," she said as she poured out an odd green liquid into a glass for me to drink. "This is the potion I made, it tastes sort of weird and will probably make you feel a bit weird too."
"Bottoms up," Sage took the glass from her, thrusting it towards me with a grin. I rolled my eyes at her, taking the glass and downing it immediately.
"What is this? A kale smoothie?" I grimaced at the taste, shuddering when I felt an odd feeling wash over me as soon as the drink hit the pit of my stomach.
"Don't act like that isn't all you eat," Sage teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes at her. "How do you feel?"
"Just peachy. How long until I can start practicing?" I questioned Lakshmi.
"About an hour or so," she replied.
"Okay, well I'll show him around the mansion for the hour and then we'll come back here for you to start teaching him," Sage said, making her Lakshmi nod in response with a smile before we left.
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"This is my classroom!" Sage announced with a wide smile, walking into the room with her arms held out, spinning around. We had just taken a whole tour around the mansion, finally arriving at the place where Sage taught most of her classes.
"It's lovely," I commented, smiling tightly at the way she had decorated the walls with tons of pictures of witchcraft symbols and portraits of famous witches.
I couldn't help but lie about the way I was feeling about all of this. I wasn't fascinated at all. I already knew about everything she was telling me, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy as I walked around this room, feeling all the pairs of eyes from the portraits staring down at me. I had grown up hating witches, so right now all I felt was uneasiness and slight disgust, like I was cringing a lot. It was something I couldn't change, at least not immediately. I loved Sage, but I hate witches. Always did.
"So you teach here as well?" I questioned as I walked around the room, examining everything in detail while she plopped down on her desk.
"Yeah, I would always come here after teaching at the university. I love teaching here. Esmeralda always asks the professors to teach the students to compress their powers, conceal them and never use them until it is needed to protect themselves or the coven," Sage said as I stopped in front of a board full of pictures pinned to it, focusing on the one of her with her parents. "But I secretly teach them how to use their powers in a safe way, and to always people out when it's possible," she murmured, making me raise my eyebrows at her words.
"But doesn't that risk exposure to your coven?" I questioned with a frown turning around.
"My girls are careful," she smiled lightly, making me press my lips together and nod. Maybe Sage being a witch wasn't that bad.
S.E // The 7th Supreme
Harry approached me slowly, standing between my legs before he pushed my chin up with his fingers, connecting our gaze. He smiled at me lightly; eyes flickering to my lips before darting back up. Our lips touched gently, brushing against each other's ever so slightly before I leaned in and captured his ones in a deep kiss. As we kissed, I held my arm out to the side, flicking my wrist to close the door and lock it. Harry barely noticed this, as he was too busy groping me, running his hands over my body and around my waist.
A gasp was emitted from my lips when his hand suddenly dove into my tights, pushing past the band of my panties and slipping his fingers through my wet folds. My hands grabbed ahold of his shoulders, my eyes fluttering shut as he rubbed me gently while he kissed the corner of my mouth, smirking against my skin.
"Already wet for me," he commented in satisfaction, before he pinched my c.lit playfully causing me to yelp loudly before glaring at him while he grinned cheekily.
I immediately grabbed him by his belt, tugging him forwards and quickly shoving my hand down his pants, gripping his semi-hard length firmly. He inhaled sharply at the sudden action; his eyes squeezed shut with his bottom lip hanging low. I smirked smugly, trailing my lips along his sharp jaw as I stroked him, feeling him growing larger just by my touch. I was caught off-guard when his lips came crashing down on mine, kissing me hungrily with his ring-clad fingers tangled into my curls.
His arms wrapped around me all of a sudden, lifting me up and carrying me around the desk where the chair was neatly tucked in. He pushed it away with his foot, setting me down on my feet and spinning me around. I was immediately shoved against the cold wood of the desk, cheek pressing firmly against it as the edge was cutting into my stomach. I bit down on my lip when I felt Harry press his crotch against my ass, his hard-on clearly evident when he grinded against my ass.
"Do you feel that baby?" he said breathlessly, hand tightening around my neck as he held me down, lips near my ear. "That's how much I need you right now."
In response I pushed back onto his crotch, trying to show that I wanted him too. I wanted him to bend me over this desk and fuck me until I was crying tears of pleasure. I felt him pull back, fingers digging into my tights, pulling them down my legs until they were bunched up at my feet. He buried his hand between my legs, dragging his fingers smoothly up my wet core once again, causing me to let out a shaky moan.
My back arched when he found my c.lit, circling it and rubbing it hard, making my teeth sink into my bottom lip. His hand left me after a few seconds; shuffling behind me as he pulled his hardened c.ock out and pumping it while his other hand caressed my hip. I spread my legs apart as much as I could, bending over the desk slightly when I felt the head of his c.ock drag up my slit, circling my entrance before slipping into me. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I felt him stretch me out, his thick length forcing my slick walls apart to accommodate him.
It had been a couple of months since we had sex because I was so caught up with grieving over my grandmother. But as soon as he was inside of me, my body felt a sense of sexual relief, as if it missed him and his cock. As if it missed the indescribable feeling of us being connected in such an intimate and physical way. I was torn away from my thoughts when Harry had pulled out and slammed back into me again, causing me to inhale sharply at the sudden movement.
He moved his hips at a slow torturous pace, pulling me back against him, one hand gripping my hip while the other squeezed my breast through my crop top. My hand moved back to tangle my fingers with his curls, gripping them tightly as my head fell back onto his shoulder, feeling him fuck me hard and slow. My face flushed with heat as I felt myself becoming more breathless, moaning for him to speed up a little.
Instead he growled under his breath, pinning my wrists behind my back and shoving me against the desk in one swift motion. My jaw slackened when he began to pound into me harder, squeezing my eyes and huffing when my ears were soon filled with the sound of our thighs smacking together loudly. He held my wrists with one hand, the other one rising up a few inches before coming down on my ass with a harsh smack. My lips parted at how audible that was, positive that people outside probably heard. But then I remembered that the rooms were soundproof anyways; I made mine to be so anyways.
His hand came back to caress the stinging flesh of my ass, tracing the curve of it before spanking it again, causing me to choke out a moan as he thrusted into me with heavy grunts. His rough actions had me getting even wetter than I already was, craving to strip down completely for him and let him have his way with me. I knew he was holding himself back because of where we were and our time limit. I'm sure we had about ten minutes left before we had to return to Lakshmi.
"Harry," I cried out, wanting him to speak dirty to me again, but this time with that hot Spanish accent of his. "Papi!"
His cock twitched inside of me when I uttered that last word, feeling his movements falter in surprise. I bit down on my lip to hide my smirk as he growled suddenly and stopped his movements. I let out a small whine at that, wriggling my hips to get him to move again but he had stopped completely, now bending over me to place his lips near my ear to speak.
"Te gusta cuando te tomo así, ¿eh?" he whispered huskily, into my ear, his voice causing my p.ussy to quiver. Literally. You like it when I take you like this, huh?
"Inclinado, suplicando por mí," he continued, shifting his hips ever so slightly, pushing further into me, and striking a spot inside of me that made my knees weak. Bent over, begging for me.
"Llámame papi otra vez,"he growled, delivering a sharp slap to my reddened ass of a sudden, making me jolt in his grip. Call me papi again. "Say it again, Sage," he instructed with a grunt, moving his hips once again.
I was rendered speechless by his hot words; feeling my orgasm inching closer as he finally let go of my wrists and grabbed my hips, thrusting into me with such force my breath was expelled from my lungs. All I managed to moan was that word, arousing Harry even further as he thrusted into me heavily, his heavy balls smacking against my ass continuously and very loudly. The pressure at the pit of my stomach had now built up to an unbearable point, begging to be released. At one point, Harry buried into me so far up till the hilt, his head striking a point inside of me that had my thighs shaking vigorously along my jaw dropping to let out soft moans. The action caused me to hit my high, my hand coming down on the table with a loud smack because the orgasm was literally mind shattering. A string of soft moans tumbling out of my mouth along with his name as I came hard on his cock, feeling my release drip down the inside of my thighs as he pulled out all of a sudden and released on my ass.
I flicked my gaze over my shoulder quickly, watching Harry orgasm with his eyes screwed shut and bottom lip hung low, ring-clad fingers wrapped around his glistening c.ock as he shot out spurts of his orgasm onto my reddened ass. I watched as he let out one last squirt of his cum before he his hand movements stopped, other hand gripping the desk near my hip as he exhaled heavily.
"Fuck, you look so hot with my cum all over you," he spoke breathlessly, pale jade eyes gazing down at the mess he created on my ass. I rolled my lips inwards to hide a smile of amusement as I tried to frown at him.
"Your mess, you clean it up." He arched a brow at me challengingly, smirking at my words while I rolled my eyes, releasing a heavy breath.
He moved around me, ducking down to kiss my lips. I straightened my back, cupping his cheeks as I kissed him firmly, relishing the feeling of his soft lips against mine before we both released with a soft 'pop'. My eyebrows shot up when he suddenly grabbed my right breast with his clean hand, squeezing it gently with a smirk.
"Next time I'm gonna cum on these."
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➰ tell me, was your pussy as shook as mine when you read this chapter.
HARRY SPEAKING SPANISH THO 😫💦👅
➰ also sorry about the confusion with the chapter being published or not. basically wattpad was messed up when i tried to update, so i updated like three times and then unpublished after every time because it wasn't appearing that I updated. NOW TODAY ALL OF A SUDDEN THE NOTIFS COME. lmao. sorry babes xx
Until we meet again...
t.m.