#domharry

[treacletartlett]

a little red

TW: this includes minor knife-play.

you and harry decide to experiment a little during sex after a couple shots and find out what you both liked. what did come out of this experience is the knowledge that you both really enjoyed masochism...

parties are a big thing in the Gryffindor common room, especially on a Friday night. and harry loves these parties, because that almost always means his room is empty, and he likes to take advantage of this fact with his girlfriend a lot.

Everyone puts on their sluttiest outfits. There are drinks and food on the tables, loud music, it’s dark with flashing lights and the smell of cigarettes is everywhere.

these parties consist of various different things. when you walk in you get overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol and drugs on the floor and tables. there is obviously dancing and chatting, people who are making out in the corner. it looks like a typical high school frat party.

you and harry always stuck to chatting, occasionally with a cigar in your hands.

and while you were going at it with your friend, you suddenly felt two cold hands on your waist, warm breath by your ear, and such an overwhelming smell of your favourite perfume, you immediately knew who it was.   

Harry Potter.

Man does that boy make you crazy.    

you and harry had such a wild, complicated relationship. you’ve been together for years, and still your love has only strengthened into something so strong it can only be described as obsession. you were always there for each other, as a source to take all the stress away in form of fucking or just talking, it didn’t matter.

you felt his breath on you while he whispered in your ear “I'm tired, can we go to my dorm, please?"

He asked in such a voice he knew you couldn't say no to, so you agreed, excused yourself, and followed him up the stairs to his dorm.

Since you were both drunk, you stumbled a bit the way to his bed. there was this energy in the room when you entered, laughing and clinging onto each other.

it was always like this after these parties, being so busy all the time didn’t leave you two much private time together, so these moments are the only time you and harry get to do whatever you wanted, and a lot of those times you use it for having sex.

harry stumbled over to you, pressing himself against you, smiling. he took your waist and pulled you against him, making sure you won’t back up, and attached his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. his soft lips melting into yours, his hands feeling your body everywhere, while yours explored his body, going from his hair to his chest.

the warm feeling of you touching each other enhanced the red tint on your cheeks, both blushing furiously. a strong feeling settled deep down in your stomach, lowering into your core.

desperately wanting to feel him, you tried to move against him, hoping for any type of friction, but when harry noticed he broke apart and took a step back. you started protesting but harry cut in before you could. “i’ll take care of you, but first,” he took of his belt and pushed you onto his bed, making you lay down.

confusion took over, but soon it got replaced with trepidation. not because you didn’t trust harry, but because you knew whatever he will do to you will have you screaming with your legs trembling.

the belt harry previously took off was cold against your skin as harry tied it around your wrists. even trying remotely to release yourself was impossible, harry seemingly has tied it at its tightest.

“harry, what are you doing?” your voice trembled already. harry slid your shirt above your head until it was at your arms, he slid your pants completely off of you, leaving you in your panties.

he leaned down, his lips almost touching you, but instead of kissing you yet, he whispered so softly to you, his breath fanned against your skin and lips, his voice was almost so soft you didn’t hear him.

“it’s ‘what are you going to do?’, I’ll make sure you’ll feel better after this, I promise, my love.” his pet name didn’t go unnoticed, as the fact he whispered it more softly you almost didn’t catch it.

his lips felt soft against yours. at first, he kissed you softly, sweetly, then gradually it got more passionate. kissing you, hard, his hands roamed over your whole body and stopped abruptly at your lower stomach, just above your panties.

while his lips moved from yours to your neck and everywhere harry could kiss and bite, he pushed gently against your lower stomach, making you arch your back slightly and trying to feel some friction.

“you have to trust me okay? be patient, you’ll get what you want, I promise.” his voice was so soft, it almost seemed like he’s scared to hurt you by his words, his lips were touching your skin gently. 

“I trust you, harry,” you replied, more than this not coming up in your mind, being so distracted and in need for him to touch you everywhere he can.

harry looked down to you, seeing how beautiful you are. he smiled, baring his white teeth. he seemed to examine you for ages, while he was just cherishing your beauty and this moment. he always loved seeing you bare. it felt good baring yourself to each other, giving each other everything. its not just sex, its giving the most of yourself to the other, that’s why he loved this with you.

"safe word? Wouldn't want to hurt you," he asked, so sweetly.

This was one of the things you loved about harry. he cared, he didn't want to do something you don't want and would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt. He always made sure that you're comfortable with whatever you two are doing.

"I don't know." you whined softly. the need for him building up. it felt like forever, it was taking way too long.

in deep concentration, harry wracked his brain for something easy for you to say for the moment it gets too much.

"don't know? What about your favourite color. Red, maybe?" he suggested.

It was true, red really was your favourite color, and the fact that harry remembers such a small detail that you’ve probably only mentioned once briefly made you blush. your love for him always increasing.

"okay." you couldn't and didn't really want to talk, the need for harry eating you up by the minutes. the warmth seemed to evaporate as harry sat up and stood in front of the bed. 

"okay. let's take this off, shall I?" He took off his white blouse and unzipped his pants , throwing away his clothes leaving him bare in his boxers. His light abs just showing. he walked up to you, sitting on top of you, his hands reached your panties, and before sliding them off of you he looked at you for your consent, as always. you nodded immediately, feeling the need for him growing by the second.

"Please Harry, I need you to touch me," you cried out, it took too long. you need him. it felt like an eternity ago that he touched you. your breathing was already exhilarated, and you felt like you had run miles long. 

"I will, I promise. someones desperate, not that i would say I'm not," he chuckled, caressing your cheek, his other hand on your stomach. he lowered himself and started kissing, biting, licking any skin he could reach. whimpers escaped your lips. Harry grazed your neck before whispering in your ear "you really want me to do this?", "Yes, I do. please harry," you basically begged.

"Okay, I’ll do anything you tell me. tell me to stop." He grabbed something shiny out of his drawer, but you couldn't really see it as it seemed to be really small.

“No,.” you whined out. then you felt it, he dragged it down your chest, to your stomach, and to your thighs. it was cold and in some areas felt sharp. Your mind felt scrambled, not being able to identify the object, but Harry showed you. He held it in front of your face so you could see it, and pushed the tip to his finger, a bead of blood appearing from where he pushed it in. It was a knife, a very sharp and pretty one. this was new, and kind of scary and exciting, making you surprised that you were actually enjoying it.

harry lowered the knife to your skin, just bellow your collar bone to your chest. your breath hitched, and your heartbeat managed to accelerate even further. you knew harry wouldn't actually hurt you, just tease you a bit, and you knew he would stop the moment you wanted him to, that's why you felt so good and secure doing something like this, you wouldn't trust anyone else with a knife to your chest.

whimpers escaped your throat, showing harry just how much you anticipated this. he grinned down at you, knowing just how much you need this. "you're such a pretty girl, d'you know that? so pretty and good and well behaved." he said, the knife at your chest, not pressing hard enough to break skin, but just to feel a pinch.

"look it's your favourite color isn't it baby?" harry asked. he trailed his finger down your front, leaving a red path of his blood behind, the knife following it. he was scared to push the knife hard enough to draw blood incase it hurt you, so he refrained from it. you noticed, and secretly hoped he would give in. you seemed to like the feeling of trepidation that he would actually draw blood. you liked the pain, and feeling the hot red liquid of his finger trailing down your stomach, it made you want to feel the pain yourself.

"harry please, it's not going to hurt me like that." you tried to reason. wanting this more than anything at the moment. it was experimenting, and what would be the purpose if you didn't actually try it out?

reaching out, harry left the knife on your torso and leaned in for a kiss. it was gentle and caring, almost like he was too afraid to break you. his hand caressed your cheek while the other rubbed you on your hip. "i know baby." he whispered to you and lowered himself just enough for his erection to barely touch you where you wanted him most. rolling his hips once, twice. gently grinding into you while the cold sharp object balanced on your stomach. a moan escaped your mouth, while harry groaned out of pleasure and desperation.

he picked the knife up again with the hand that was at your hip and dragged it down again. when the knife reached your lower stomach, drawing closer to your thighs, which harry was still thrusting into, he angled the knife higher so the tip was perpendicular to your thigh, making it dig in your thigh. you sucked in a breath and felt harry rub his thumb across your cheekbone. he kissed you before angling your left thigh up higher, enhancing the feeling of him against you. the room was filled with your, and harry's sounds.

he was still gentle but chasing whats needed, not quite there to finish the job, but also not to make you cry out in desperation for his touch. "I'll be so good to you sweetheart, I promise." his voice just loud enough for you to hear. you couldn't reply, couldn't do anything, just being patient and waiting for him to enter you.

abruptly stopping, you whined out for him, but harry just stood up, put the knife down and lowered his boxers, pulling them off completely, freeing himself, but not before you saw the huge wet spot on his bulge. red crept up your neck to your cheeks, but it turned you on even more.

"harry," you whimpered, indicating for him to come back to you. this felt like so much, yet still not enough. the red on your body intensified the feeling of the tension somehow. you wanted him to release you, just so you can give him a kick, a head start.you tried to pull your hand from his tied belt around your wrist but it didn't budge. harry obviously noticed and looked searchingly at you. "what do you want to do darling?" he asked.

you huffed out "can you let my hand go? just one please." and harry obeyed immediately, leaning over to loosen it enough for you to tug your hand out. then, you rubbed his blood in, bloodying your hand. harry just stood watching you at the end of the bed, seemingly fascinated. this was when you got a really good look of him. his hair messy, sweat lining his forehead, making his hair stick to his face. rose tinted cheeks, breathing heavily, a glint of sweat everywhere, and mouth swollen, pink, and slightly parted. when your eyes traveled further down a loud erection almost screaming to you to tease him. the size of him always overwhelmed you, really never getting used to it, but he was always so gentle and caring with you whenever you needed him to be. but now, this time, it's different. you wanted all of him in one go, not gently and slowly driving into you like it's your first time.

your hand trailed downwards, past your abdomen and now digging into your wet folds, harry's blood mixing with your fluids. he watched intently, his cock achingly hard, veins bulging from his and precum already dripping from his tip. you didn't go further than just touching yourself, wanting harry to do it for you, but it was just enough to set you off.

"please harry, I need this from you." you pleaded. desperation was so loud in your tone, harry didn't need telling twice. "I'll do anything for you." and he got on the bed, crawling over you to align himself with you between your thighs. he lifted your thighs over his hips, picked up the knife again, and started to slide it down to your thigh once more, actually digging it enough to break skin and satisfy the feeling of need inside on you.

red trails down your thigh now, and you love it. the sting of the air hitting the wound sent a wave crashing in your stomach, making you moan. harry saw how much you enjoyed this, and didn't stop. he started carving something gently in your skin, just small cuts forming something, and when you moaned and cried out his name and arched your back for more you looked down at his artwork. it was his name, specifically a nickname you used for him. it was a very messy scraping of haribo, something you used to call him all the time, which he loved just like you loved calling him this.

then, when you arched your back, hoping to feel him dig into you, he leaned down and licked the blood dripping down from the wound. his hot saliva mixed with your blood, covering your thigh messily, but turning you on even more.

"did that make you feel good?" harry asked, sitting up again, your legs high and wrapped around him, the head of his cock at your entrance.

"you did harry. please, I need this." you couldn't wait anymore, it felt like you would explode if you didn't feel him right now. He put away the knife and leaned over you. then, in one go, harry pushed himself deep inside of you, burying himself completely into you.

crying out from overwhelming pleasure, you threw your head back, mouth open and eyes closed. harry moaned out and stayed still for a second before pulling out again and thrusting hard into you again.  

the pressure in your stomach is building rapidly, harry keeps pulling out completely and thrusting into you with full force, managing to rip a cry out of your throat every time. he's moaning just as loud as you, which you loved. boys tended to keep quiet, but harry didn't keep it in, he is as loud as he needs to be.

he formed a steady pace, constantly filling you up completely to the brim. you were both sweating and crying out, complimenting the sound of skin hitting skin. the ache building up in your stomach threatening to explode. your wound wasn't leaking blood anymore. the blood that spilled dried out on your skin, but harry rubbed his hand over it, soothing you. he called you sweet things and whispered praises in your ear, his lips were everywhere where he could reach, he played with your breasts who felt abandoned after all of this.  

harry made you feel amazing, and he always did never falling short. you always wanted to do the same for him, and you did. harry always felt immaculate after spending time like this with you, he was always scared to cut it short by finishing early.

leaning down, harry kissed you, more and more until you were gasping for air. a knot formed in your stomach, which needed releasing immediately. harry felt you gripping him tightly, and made sure to watch you intently, wanting to see you fall apart under him. every thrust made a wave crash against your bones, the feeling making you tear up from pleasure. it felt like you were almost there, and harry lifted your leg up higher, hitting a spot that makes you beg for him more and more, like he wasn't inside of you already.

"i know baby, come on, for me." he managed to groan to you, the feeling of you tightening around him making it difficult for him to stay focused, to stay above the line. "it's okay baby,"

and with that and a last roll into you, you came apart, crying out for harry and shaking uncontrollably. "oh harry," your eyes rolled to the back of your thrown back head, tears leaking out underneath your eyelids. your screams filled the room, and the grip you have on harry was what sent him over the edge.

both of you coming apart on each other enhanced the feeling of actually coming down. harry's cum filled you up completely, while your fluids completely ruined him. after what felt like forever, the pressure fizzled down, and you felt like you could breath again. "y/n," he answered, moaning.

harry dropped on top of you, and held you for ages, cuddling up to you and making sure you felt good. he cleaned up your cut and lifted the comforter on top of both of you.

"you were so good harry." you said, looking at him. he smiled and kissed you, still rubbing you wherever he could. "anything for you baby."

"I suppose this whole new thing really worked out didn't it? it was..." you trailed off, thinking intently. you really enjoyed this, and the opportunity to learn something new about you and harry and what you both liked. "good." you decided.

harry nodded and yawned "yeah, i agree. I'll do whatever you want to try. I guess it's good," you agreed. hugging him tighter and leaving small kisses everywhere. you looked forward to keep trying new things with harry, the feeling of getting to know each other's body turned you on.

now you both decided to tidy up your mess the next morning when you've slept off the tipsiness. sleeping with harry was your favourite part. "goodnight baby." harry kissed your lips gently.

"goodnight haribo." you whispered.

Heyyy, It’s been a while but I’m definitely planning on being more active!

Any requests and/or tips are welcome I’m always trying to improve.

[1800titz]

Hehe, just wanted to let everyone know that chapter 3 of TDIAG (The Devil is a Gentleman) will be up on Thursday (5/25/23) at 2PM EST. You can access my wattpad from my bio!

He tests the knots, asking about her comfort, and knees his way off the bed to gather some more supplies. This time, he culls a roll of onyx bondage tape and a bottle of lubricant (from his own duffel). 

“Having a good time, love?” Harry half-jests once he’s kneed his way back onto the mattress behind her. 

He expects a hum, or silence, or a jab back, but the “Yes, Sir,” and the dreamy sigh he receives carries so much earnest sincerity that he can’t help but to fondle over her backside fondly. Alas, he must break the caress to find the wand, and when he does, she whines. 

“Be quiet,” the dominant tells her, though there’s no true chastising to his cadence, “Desperate, little thing.” 

Isla shivers in the restraints. Her ears pick up on the sound of tape unsticking (she presumes he uses his teeth to rip it off). Then, the head of the wand presses up between her splayed thighs, and she hears a click before it buzzes alive. 

“S’good there?” Eros prods, but she’s sure he can tell from her muscles melting that, yes, it’s good. 

“Mm-Mhm,” is all she can manage, and a sliver of tape begins to wind over her thigh, fastening the stimulation of the toy. This time, when he withdraws, it’s easier to focus her attention onto the buzzing against her cunt and not his lack of attention on her. When he comes back, Isla vaguely picks up on another click, a pause, a second click. And then something cold unfamiliarly presses to her hole. Her entire body twitches. 

The motion doesn’t seem to discourage Eros, though, because he just grips over her hip with his pleather-clad hand and grazes her skin with his thumb as whatever the other thing is strokes between her cheeks. It’s his digit, Isla discovers — eventually, the stroking goes to prodding, and the prodding goes to dipping, and he dips the tip of his digit into her. 

Helplessly, she squeaks, and the sensation from the vibrator swallows the initial discomfort of the stretch. As his finger delves deeper, however, she bites into her lip and attempts to stretch away. That he has a different reaction to. 

“Excuse me?” the man pauses, and then smacks her with the hand that’d been holding onto her hip so sweetly only moments prior, “Don’t move.” 

She’s pretty good from there. She sighs into it as Harry lets his middle finger venture, sliding carefully and withdrawing slowly. It’s a sight. This is the wallet picture, it’s this one, he decides. Her hands bound to her ankles, her back arched beautifully, her hair cascading to one side of the mattress and the other showcasing a gorgeous view of her side-profile, her parted, swollen-from-teeth mouth. The gem of the image is, perhaps, the way her ass swallows his finger like it was fucking made for it. 

“Christ, baby,” he says after a little while, almost in awe, “F’you could just see the way your arse takes me.”

[demolition-lovers-blog]

Trying to decide what to write next??? I’m still working on Professional soccer player y/n x Harry, it’s a prequel, hopefully not much longer!!

Any suggestions or requests are welcome!!

😈🖤❤️

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anons open!

hello everyone, im taking one shot requests for a few hours! anons open <333

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

Does anyone know the fic where Louis and Harry have been going out a while, but Harry won't sleep him because he's terrified of loosing control in bed?

I think it's a BDSM fic and when Louis finds out, he does extentsive research into before agreeing to try bits and turns out to really like it.

It's either DomHarry or DomLouis, I can't remember...

I FEEL like I’ve read this but the title escapes me. Anyone recognize?

[ao3feed-larry]

A shot in the dark.

by Nic_louise_12

Find this book also on Wattpad, under prixcessparkkk.

 Hey everyone! I suck so badly at writing descriptions. This is Larry AU. It will feature all of the boys, the styles triplets and original characters. Sit back. grab a cuppa and hold on tight.

WARNINGS!! Bullying will be mentioned, mentally and physically. At the moment I am not sure if any more triggering subjects will come up. If so I will put !! and the stat, so if you feel like you can not read that's totally fine, just skip past it.

This story will include light smut, boyxboy, brotherly insest. Sub/dom

Words: 2293, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Edward Styles, Marcel (Best Song Ever), Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson/Original Male Character(s), Marcel/Edward Styles/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Larry Stylinson Is Real, sublouis, domHarry, domedward, dommarcel, tomlinsonbrothers, styletriplets, onedirection

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/3Fc3pnU

[demolition-lovers-blog]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I fell like I’ve been gone so long. It’s been a rough year loosing my mom,I stopped writing for a while, but I’m ready to start again. So I need your help!! So please please send me asks, request a blurb or one shot!! Let me know if there is any fic you want a update to or a new chapter!!!😈😈🖤🖤

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to the anon who was asking ab florence/harry/reader

https://marvelous-harry.tumblr.com/post/666412664273174528/harryflorencefemreader-domharry

this is the person who writes most of their fics! ofc there’s others but this is a masterlist incase this was what you were looking for!

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[bay-ja-flores]

My wish is to be yours

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~Avisos

ltops/hbottom

Harry Power bottom

Feminização

dinâmica dom/sub

Domharry

SubLouis

negação de orgasmo

asfixiofilia

tapas no rosto / face slapping

fixação oral

sexo anal

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Louis tomou mais um gole de sua bebida passando os olhos pelas pessoas presentes no local parando seu olhar no lindo garoto de cabelos cacheados com um vestido preto colado em seu corpo esbelto, que estava igualmente avaliando as pessoas no local procurando alguém que lhe interessasse.

Admirou o corpo delicado perfeitamente moldado pelo vestido, com os saltos que o deixavam mais alto do que já parecia ser, e as coxas fodidamente perfeitas que adoraria colocar o rosto entre elas, subiu o olhar para admirar seu rosto vendo que ele o olhava também, conectaram seus olhares sorrindo um para o outro, deixou o copo vazio na mesa mais próxima indo em passos lentos até ele.

A música alta e as luzes piscando come��avam a ficar em segundo plano conforme se aproximava do cacheado, ele era bonito, Louis já tinha ficado com alguns homens mas esse era sem dúvida o mais bonito que já tinha visto, fodidamente perfeito, já tinha o visto duas outras vezes pelo local mas nunca teve a oportunidade de falar com ele toda vez que pensou em ir até ele teve outra coisa que tinha que fazer, se lembrava vagamente de seu nome tendo escutado outras pessoas o chamando de Harry, Harry era um nome bonito certamente combinava com ele.

Levou uns segundos para assimilar que ele estava andando em sua direção também, ficou um pouco mais confiante com suas chances com esse garoto mas ficou um confuso ao que ele desviou de sua direção indo para o corredor que dava acesso para as escadas, pensou um pouco antes de o seguir pensando que talvez o cacheado apenas quisesse conversar em um lugar mais privado, assim que virou a curva para entrar no corredor foi jogado contra a parede e lábios foram pressionados nos seus, ficou surpreso no início mas logo retribuiu o beijo.

moveu os lábios junto dos lábios macios do cacheado em um deslize perfeito antes das línguas se encontrarem se movendo juntas uma contra a outra, levou suas mãos para a cintura alheia enquanto o cacheado apertava e puxava seus fios de cabelo fazendo com que arrepios percorrerem seu corpo e a excitação fosse direto para sua virilha em choquinhos de prazer.

por baixo de suas pálpebras era visível os Flashes de luzes coloridas que estavam presentes no local junto da música ambiente que a esse ponto já parecia abafada e distante para si, a única coisa que conseguia ouvir com nitidez eram os sons molhados do beijo que compartilhavam e o farfalhar de suas roupas.

O cheiro de cereja que emanava de Harry junto do sabor doce de bebida misturado com o gloss em seus lábios embaralhava completamente seus sentidos o deixando tonto e desejoso por mais daquele garoto, puxou a perna de Harry por trás do joelho o fazendo tomar impulso para subir em seu colo, os virou pressionando as costas do acastanhado na parede para poder voltar a passar suas mãos pelo corpo curvilíneo. 

impulsionou os quadris para frente esfregando seus pênis juntos através dos tecidos da calça e do vestido gemendo juntos sem parar beijo, as coisas escalaram rápido, muito rápido, desgrudou suas bocas respirando ofertante, Louis apoiou o rosto no ombro do garoto sendo automaticamente intoxicado pelo cheiro dele, suspirou tentando se acalmar para não transar com Harry bem ali onde qualquer um poderia os ver.

— Tenho um quarto aqui em cima, se você quiser… – Harry assentiu tirando suas mãos do cabelo do moreno e descendo dele colo indo em direção da escada com Louis atrás de si.

subiram os primeiros degraus da escada de forma apressada com Louis encarando a bunda de Harry e não resistindo a levar as mãos para apalpar o bumbum gordinho por baixo do vestido.

— Se controle – disse Harry depois de um risinho segurando uma das mãos de Louis o puxando para terminar de subir as escadas.

— Quarto 9 – assim que terminou de falar Harry já quase o arrastava em direção a última porta do corredor, entregou a chave para o garoto colando seus corpos começando a deixar chupões no pescoço branquinho enquanto Harry abria a porta.

Assim que a porta foi aberta entraram no local se beijando de modo afobado, deixando um último beijo nos lábios gordinhos do cacheado Louis se afastou indo procurar camisinhas e lubrificante os achando rapidamente na primeira gaveta da mesa de cabeceira.

voltou para Harry que estava sentado à beira da cama tirando calmamente os saltos que estava usando, colocou as camisinhas e o lubrificante em cima da cama se ajoelhando entre as pernas de Harry deixando um beijo no joelho descoberto, colocou o pé que ainda estava com o salto apoiado em sua coxa para terminar de soltar o ajuste do salto logo o tirando delicadamente em seguida repetindo o mesmo processo com o outro, acariciou os tornozelos de Harry  indo subindo suas mãos pelas pernas e coxas até às parar nos quadris do garoto deixando um aperto forte se levantando para voltar a beijá-lo.

Harry o empurrou para se sentar na cama para subindo em seu colo com uma perna de cada lado de seu corpo ainda o beijando, puxou os cabelos da nuca de Louis fazendo-o gemer em sua boca, mexeu os quadris rebolando no colo dele sentindo o membro duro em sua bunda que estava sendo apalpada pelas mãos fortes, esfregou um pouco mais sua bunda ali antes de se levantar.

Se ajoelhou em frente a ele tirando o cacete do moreno da calça apertada começando a punhetar o pau de Louis que suspirou e segurou seus cabelos para o trazer para mais perto recebendo um aperto firme em seu pau.

— guarde suas mãos para você. – Harry  falou deixando os movimentos de sua mão mais forte vendo a cabecinha do pau de Louis vazar pré-gozo o suficiente para molhar sua mão. — Você sempre foi tão desesperado assim? – perguntou lambendo a glande de Louis.

— Não antes de te conhecer.

Harry fez um som de agrado e levou o pau de Louis quase completamente a boca indo e voltando lentamente fazendo Louis se segurar para não agarrar os cabelos cacheados de Harry e o forçar a ir mais rápido.

Harry cravou as unhas nas coxas de Louis assim que o moreno moveu uma de suas mãos para o tocar fazendo-o soltar um gemido sôfrego, fechou o punho para se controlar o que não adiantou muito já que balançou seu quadril tentando foder de volta a boca de Harry que sugou fortemente a glande de Louis e se afastou completamente logo em seguida recebendo uma careta de Louis.

— não faça essa cara você tem um lugar muito melhor do que minha boca pra gozar.

se levantou da cama abrindo o zíper na lateral de seu vestido o deixando cair no chão deixando à mostra seu corpo quase completamente nu exceto pela calcinha rendada, subiu na cama engatinhando para se deitar no meio da mesma, Louis tirou a camiseta e logo se prontificou a ir junto dele se deitando entre suas pernas começando a distribuir beijos por suas coxas indo subindo e parando ao ver a calcinha para a puxar para baixo a deslizando pelos tornozelos do rapaz.

Olhou o pênis mediado com seus 16 centímetros completamente duro com a glande avermelhada, deu uma longa lambida na extensão de Harry o segurando pelas coxas dando lambidinhas na glande antes de ir colocando de pouco em pouco todo o falo de Harry dentro de sua boca até ficar com o nariz encostado na virilha do cacheado ficado parado ali por uns segundos antes de começar os movimentos de vai e vem.

— Humm, você é bom. – murmurou o rapaz segurando os cabelos de Louis que tomou isso como motivação para sugar mais forte babando por toda a extensão do pau de Harry .

Louis nunca iria admitir mas tinha um puta tesão em ter qualquer coisa em sua garganta, se lembrava muito bem de todas as vezes que usou os proprios dedos ou algum objeto para foder a própria boca enquanto se masturbava mas a sensação de um pau de verdade era simplesmente incrível, podia sentir seu pau mais duro que nunca e vazando tando pré-gozo que, porra, ele com certeza poderia gozar assim sem ao menos se tocar.

O gosto almiscarado e o peso em sua língua combinado com a dorzinha no fundo de sua garganta lhe deixavam em completo êxtase, a ponta da glande atingia repetidamente sua garganta que vibrava em contentamento, baba começou a escorrer por seu queixo se agarrou a Harry estava muito extasiado para ter aquele pau retirado de si agora.

— Oh... porra, Louis... eu vou gozar. - disse harry dando dois tapinhas no ombro de Louis para ele se afastar, mas isso só fez Louis agarrar mais forte suas coxas deixando os movimentos de sua boca mais rápidos. — Louis, eu não consigo gozar duas vezes seguidas... porra, solta. - Puxou os cabelos de Louis com força o obrigando a tirar a boca de seu pau com um barulho molhado.

Harry olhou para Louis que tinha os olhos vidrados e baba escorrendo pelos lábios que se mexiam devido a respiração ofegante, acertou um tapa firme na bochecha de Louis.

— Quando eu mandar você fazer uma coisa você faz. – disse Harry apertando o rosto de Louis que suspirava ofegante mexendo o quadril para esfregar para esfregar seu pênis na colcha da cama através da calça jeans. — Pare com isso. – Ordenou usando os pés para o impedir de mexer seus quadris.

fez um sinal para o frasco de lubrificante que Louis entregou de muito bom grado, despejou uma boa quantidade em seus dedos os colocando lentamente em seu buraco se certificando de que estava esticado o suficiente.

— pode fazer de novo? – falou Louis ficando quase em cima de Harry , apoiando as mãos nas coxas dele para chegar mais perto.

— fazer o que? 

— Me bater. – falou levando a mão livre de Harry para seu rosto.

— Quer que eu bata no seu rosto? – perguntou arqueando as sobrancelhas, recebendo um aceno quase frenético em resposta, Harry  riu puxando o corpo de Louis sobre o seu.

— Me fode bem gostosinho e eu penso sobre isso. – Louis assentiu pegando uma das camisinhas a colocando de modo apressado para se colocar entre as pernas de Harry apoiando as mãos ao lado da cabeça dele para o beijar enquanto se colocava dentro dele lentamente.

O cacheado suspirou ofegante durante o beijo passando suas pernas em volta da cintura de Louis para o manter parado.

Os minutos se passaram arrastados para Louis, o calor e o aperto ao redor de seu pênis, as pontinhas das unhas se arrastando por suas costas o fazendo se arrepiar, tudo em Harry estava o deixando doido, o fazendo querer fazer coisas irracionais que nem ele mesmo compreendia, mas sabia com toda a certeza que queria.

— Harry … ? – perguntou depois do que parecia ser uma eternidade parado olhando o cacheado que já havia se acostumado, mas queria ver quanto tempo Louis aguentaria com os quadris tremendo tentando se manter parado, gostava de torturar o mais velho. 

— já pode se mexer. – começou a se mover lentamente no começo para ir aumentando a velocidade de modo apressado sendo impedido por Harry  que apertou as pernas a sua volta  — devagar. – mandou num tom calmo precisando os pés na lombar de Louis o fazendo manter o ritmo tortuosamente lento que parecia estar o agradando muito.

choramingou mas continuou a bater os quadris contra os de Harry, saindo até a ponta para se colocar lentamente até a base repetindo isso vez após vez até Harry soltar um pouco seu aperto deixando Louis aumentar ritmo para um que fazia com destreza.

assim que estabeleceu um ritmo estável Harry estava com os olhos revirados a boca entreaberta em um gemido mudo, o ritmo que estava mantendo era perfeito para estimular o pontinho de prazer dentro do cacheado e ele só ter poucos segundos antes da glande bater ali novamente, uma das mãos de Harry que apertava os ombros fortes de Louis se moveu para o rosto de Louis para o puxar para um beijo molhado.

— Isso, porra, assim. – arranhou o rosto do moreno deixando uma bela marca de suas unhas antes de lhe acertar um tapa logo seguido de outro e outro, Louis parou as estocadas meio atordoado e meio espantado em como isso tinha ido direto pro seu pau e o feito mais duro do que acha que já esteve em toda sua vida. — não era isso que você queria? Você não queria que eu lhe batesse? 

Assentiu voltando a estocar praticamente o implorando com os olhos para Harry lhe dar outro tapa que veio rapidamente em uma velocidade quase absurda, Harry lhe batia entre uma estocada e outra toda vez que ele acertava aquele pontinho especial dentro dele sussurrando o quão bom ele era.

Apoiou as mãos aos lados da cabeça de Harry se movendo rápido se deliciando dos gemidinhos agudos de Harry, a onda de prazer começava a o fazer se sentir flutuante e dormente, tudo se tornou uma confusão em sua mente nublada, os movimentos de seu quadril pareceram borrados com o calor e a velocidade que se movia.

O leve peso das pernas ao redor de seu quadril e arranhões particularmente fortes em seu abdômen trouxeram um pouco mais de clareza para sua mente, voltou a si vagamente ciente dos sons que saiam de sua boca e o fio de baba que ligava seus lábios a bochecha rosada de Harry.

Diminuiu um pouco o ritmo para poder respirar sendo surpreendido por pelo tapa mais forte que tinha recebido até agora e uma palavra rosnada de 'continue' o atordoamento o fez parar completamente e seu rosto arder com a marca da mão de Harry antes de continuar e no meio disso ele descobri uma coisa 'Harry batia mais forte quando ele desobedecia', toda vez que diminuía ou aumentava um pouco a velocidade Harry estalava um tapa em seu rosto, nem queria mais mudar a velocidade só queria sentir mais da mão de Harry em seu rosto.

— Porque você está sendo mal? Você estava sendo tão bom pra mim antes.  – Fez um beicinho, ele não queria ser mal para Harry, percebendo como estava sendo egoísta em só ter pensado em seu prazer e não no do cacheado voltou ao ritmo que deixou o corpo de Harry maleável instantaneamente e o faz revirar os olhos murmurando gemidos baixinhos, de repente sentiu seus cabelos serem agarrados fortemente, olhou para Harry que tinha uma expressão irritada. — Era proposital? Você estava sendo mal para mim propositalmente? 

Louis enterrou o rosto no pescoço de Harry  murmurando um 'desculpa' baixinho continuando a estocar.

— Porque estava fazendo isso? – Perguntou rígido, a mão que estava agarrando seu cabelo se moveu para apertar seu rosto com força o impossibilitando de desviar o olhar do rosto zangado de Harry.

— Desculpa, eu só queria que você batesse mais forte, não queria ser mau pra você. – Choramingou dando beijinhos pelo pescoço de Harry para se desculpar.

— Você fez tudo isso porque queria apanhar? – Indagou com descrença na voz, Harry empurrou Louis para ele se deitar de costas na cama, subiu em cima dele com uma perna de cada lado do corpo bem definido, alinhou a glande em sua entrada se sentando devagar estremecendo e se contraindo ao tê-lo completamente dentro de si novamente, mão com unhas bem feitinhas foi diretamente pro pescoço do moreno para o manter parado.

— você é tão desesperado por prazer, uma coisinha patética que preferiu ser mau para mim só pra ter um pouco de prazer. – Subiu e desceu o corpo com o pênis de Louis atingindo todos os seus bons lugares o fazendo morder os lábios para se conter, continuou com os movimentos constantes enquanto falava — Você vai ficar parado enquanto eu te uso do jeito que eu quiser pra me satisfazer porque aparentemente não posso contar com você pra isso.

Harry se perdeu por uns instantes na sensação de sua entrada estando incrivelmente alargada e a fricção gostosa em seu buraquinho mas logo voltou a si quando sentiu as mãos de Louis subindo por suas coxas e às tirou rapidamente dali as levando para a cabeceira da cama.

— Segure, não solte até eu mandar. – Harry cavalgou usando o pau de Louis para perseguir o próprio orgasmo sem se importar com os ofegos desesperados por ar do homem abaixo de si, o moreno apertou a cabeceira com força para manter as mãos ali e não tocar o corpo acima de si. — e seja um bom bichinho e não goze até eu terminar de te usar. 

Choramingou com as palavras de Harry, nunca tinha tentado se impedir de gozar, diminuir o ritmo pra durar mais, algumas vezes, mas se impedir de gozar nunca, não sabia se conseguiria, tentou se consertar em qualquer outra coisa que não fosse o aperto quente em seu pau, o que se provou ineficiente quando o cacheado moveu seus quadris em círculos usando a glande de Louis para ter sua próstata massageada.

deu mais um tapa no rosto bronzeado que já estava tomando uma cor avermelhada e segurou firme o maxilar do moreno com a mão livre para poder beijá-lo, Louis ofegava com os lábios entreabertos mal conseguindo retribuir o beijo que Harry comandava, o beijo era vagaroso e desleixado demonstrando o quanto ambos estavam afoitos por mais um do outro, soltou um pouco seu aperto no pescoço alheio finalmente o deixando respirar.

— Por favor, por favor. – implorou em um gemido sôfrego com rosto já completamente suado e vermelho pelos tapas e a privação de oxigênio.

— shhh… seu único trabalho é ficar quietinho deixando eu te usar como o brinquedinho que você é. – falou voltando a apertar sua mão no pescoço do moreno.

— Eu posso gozar? por favor. – Implorou com lágrimas começando a se acumular nos olhos por conta da superestimulação. – Eu prometo continuar sendo bom.

Harry pensou sobre isso enquanto ainda cavalgava no pau de Louis, podia ver a forma que Louis respirava descompassadamente e seu corpo tremia em espasmos fortes toda vez que acertava a cabecinha do pênis do moreno em sua próstata, sabia que ele não aguentaria muito sem desobedecer sua ordem.

— Se me fizer gozar pode vir logo depois de mim. – Seus olhos brilharam em esperança ao ouvir isso, segurou a cintura de Harry com força estocando os próprios quadris para cima acertando em cheio a próstata de Harry tirando um gemidinho gritado do cacheado.

Harry apertou seu pescoço, a falta de ar lhe deixou tão duro que estava quase doloroso, podia sentir o pré-gozo encharcando a camisinha deixando seu pau completamente molhado. 

Louis se sentia tonto, flutuando na própria mente com a necessidade de gozar, o aperto quente em seu pau, os gemidinhos sôfregos acima de si e o rostinho do cacheado contorcido em prazer, tudo contribuindo para seu estado desesperado, estocou repetidamente a próstata do cacheado o fazendo tremer e gozar sob o próprio abdômen apertando mais o pescoço de Louis enquanto gozava.

Harry saiu de sua névoa pós orgasmo com Louis lhe chamando repetidamente com sussurros de 'Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, eu posso?', podia sentir o pênis dentro de si pulsando e o corpo do homem abaixo de si tremer com o esforço de não se mexer para não gozar e não superestimular o cacheado, sorriu ladino e voltou a cavalgar lentamente apertando o pescoço do moreno já bem marcado com as marcas de suas mãos.

— Você pode vir, você foi tão bom, tão bom pra mim. – Louis apertou suas mãos nos quadris do acastanhado revirando os olhos enquanto tinha o melhor e mais forte orgasmo de sua vida.

com o corpo ainda tremendo e segurando Harry, o mantendo conectado a si ainda com os tremores pós orgasmo que pareciam durar para sempre e mesmo assim não durar o suficiente, quando Harry tirou o pênis do moreno de dentro de si Louis choramingou abrindo e fechando as mãos para chamar Harry de volta sem forças para realmente falar.

— Eu já volto, eu prometo, fique quietinho. – deixou um beijinho na bochecha de Louis e foi para o banheiro voltando apenas meio minuto depois, tirou a camisinha do pênis do moreno que já começava a amolecer a descartando na lixeira ao lado da cama e com um paninho limpou a baba que escorria pelo queixo de Louis e o excesso de esperma do seu abdômen e pau, limpou a si mesmo e se deitou na cama puxando Louis para deitar a cabeça em seu peito, abraçou o moreno e acariciando seus cabelos e sussurrando elogios para ele que praticamente ronronava quase dormindo.

Louis estava quase dormindo quando seus lábios esbarram no mamilo de Harry, às cegas passou a mão sobre o peito do encaracolado até encontrar o mamilo inchadinho o esfregando um pouco com os dedos gordinhos antes o colocar na boca e começar a sugá-lo com alguns estalinhos, Harry estremeceu mas apenas continuou a acariciar o cabelo do moreno o deixando dormir sugando seu mamilo e somente quando teve certeza que Louis dormia se deixou dormir também ainda abraçando corpo quentinho do moreno que estava quase completamente em cima do seu.

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𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘩𝘭.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11482806.

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𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚑, 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜. 🥺 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠/ 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒��𝚐. 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚑, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙵𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚓 🥺 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚜! 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 - 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚜𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚣.

𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.

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[ao3feed-tomarrymort]

by Anyonecrazylikeme

Harry when he was still a child got a gift courtesy of Dumbledore and oh....how he would regret what he had done

Words: 576, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Additional Tags: DarkHarry, subtom, domHarry, possesiveharry, scaryharry, Harrymort - Freeform, Magic, tom - Freeform, coldprotaganist, crazyprotaganist, darkprotaganist, dumbledorebashing, HarryPotter - Freeform, hermionebashing, maleprotaganist, power, Rebirth, ronbashing, subvoldemort, tomarry - Freeform, harry was basically a god and still is, Dom Harry

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Something Wicked Comes This Way

Smut

Psycho Harry x nurse y/n

@ This is dark please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

Y/n pulled up the the guarded gates and waited for someone to come talk to her. A uniformed officer walked up to her car and asked what her business was. She explained this was her first day of work at the facility and handed him all her information. The officer stared at her for a long moment. “Are you sure your at the right place young lady, this is a prison for the criminally Insane, most of them are exactly that.” Y/n put on her best fake smile this wasn’t the first time that someone had said this to her, her own father reminded her just this morning.

“Yes, sir I am very aware, I was aware when I applied for the job and was aware when I got hired.” The officer just shook his head and told her to wait while he got her badge ready. Almost ten minutes later he came back to her car and gave her the badge an directions on where to park and what building to go in to. She thanked them and continued on.

Y/n really didn’t know what she was getting herself into she was young naive an thought she could handle anything including this job, only two weeks out of graduating from college with a degree in psychology. This was not the place most people would come to wet their feet so to speak, but she had always been one to prove everyone wrong. This time the one to be proved wrong would most likely be her, walking in to the all male prison to find her boss.

Sitting in the head of psychology’s office, after exchanging a few pleasantries, he got very serious.

“ This is your first case his name isHarry Styles, he is extremely smart, manipulating, and has a way with making women do whatever he wants.” “What exactly is the crime he committed” y/n asked. “That’s the thing we see him as a 2020 Charles Manson, he hasn’t committed any of the crimes with his own hands, hasn’t even been at the scene. Everyone was committed by a woman he seduced and manipulated into committing the acts.” He was looking her straight in the eye. Y/n cleared her throat “Then why assign a woman to his case?” “He won’t open up to any of the men, honestly we hired you for this main reason hoping he might finally open up to you. Please y/n be careful he looks like the average frat boy, but looks are deceiving and so is he.”

Y/n thanked the Doctor and walked out of the office where she leaned up against the wall to breathe for a minute, she could do this she told herself. She was strong and had a job to do and fuck what anyone thought she was going to do it right!

As she sat in her office reading over Harry’s case file she was amazed that one man could really have the power to make what appeared to be smart, talented women commit some of the acts they had. Of course he claimed he was innocent and even the woman during the trail said he had in no way influenced them to commit these crimes. The jury saw it different considered him extremely dangerous and in the end the catalyst behind every crime the women committed. They say he spent the trail with a smirk always on his face, an other times flirting with the female jurors who had to be dismissed and a new usually male juror had taken her place.

Well she thought no time like the present let’s go meet the infamous Mr.Styles. She had a guard bring him to room and chained to the floor in a chair across from hers. Y/n entered the room an was taken back a moment, the picture in his file showed he was handsome but in person it was something she couldn’t even put in to words, he was perfect. Trying to not be obvious as so looked him over she realized he is exactly the type of guy she always dated in college. She shook her head she had to put these thoughts out of her mind he was a dangerous criminal and she needed to look at him as one.

“Hello Mr.Styles, I’m y/n y/l/n and I’ve been appointed your new psychologist” she said as she took the seat across from him.

“Please call me Harry.” He gave her a award winning smile. “As you wish Harry, if that makes you more comfortable.” He smirks, “Is there anything I can do for you Ms. y/l/n, to make you more comfortable?” Y/n blinks up at him only for a second before finding her voice.”That’s very kind of you Harry, but thank you I’m fine.” The look he was giving her was making her uncomfortable.

“So, are we always going to have are meeting with me chained to the floor and two guards in the room, cause I can tell you right now darling I’m not talking about anything in front of these two animals.” He says while gesturing his head towards the officers.

Y/n let’s put a small laugh “Do you think I am dumb enough to to sit in a unsupervised room with you unchained Me Styles.” “I said call me Harry” he growled. Y/n saw he eyes get dark but he quickly pulled himself back together. “Please,I’d prefer to be called Harry.”

I’ll do my best to remember that Harry.” Y/n says as she starts to get up. Talking to the officers not Harry “That’s going to be it for today, it was just to meet my patient,.” She then turned towards Harry, and with a smirk of her own says. “It was meeting you Mr. Styles.” As she walked out of the room.

Back in her office y/n was trying to get herself together she thinks she handles their first meeting together well but something about him had her on edge like at any moment he could remove the handcuffs, an jump across the table to grab her, she truly thinks she is just over reacting but she really can’t trust this man, that much she is sure of.

Y/n continues to she Harry twice a week and after a couple of rough sessions to start with, they finally making some progress y/n had the guards removed but not the chains, she was beginning to trust Harry but she wasn’t at the point to take to him unchained in his cell like a lot of the male doctors did with their patients.

“So how are you today Harry?” She asked as she walked into the same room they have been meeting in.

“I’m doing good today y/n, how are you? Are your other patients keeping inline?” She looked at him she had a problem with a patient a few weeks back but he has become less angry towards her. “Why do you ask Harry do you think you know something?” He smirked up at her “You don’t have to thank me love, it was my pleasure.” Y/n frowned at him “Harry I don’t need you getting involved with my other patients.” He just smiled at her “Don’t want any of these crazy mother fuckers giving you any problems.” She shook her head “thank you. Now let’s start.” An they continued with their session without incident.

After another period of time y/n felt comfortable enough to meet Harry in his cell, against the advice of her boss. She was bringing a gaurs to stand out side the door, and if he checked in on her every five minutes and she didn’t respond he would immediately enter. These weren’t like your ordinary cells, in this prison they were all cement and then padded walls over top, An iron door with a small window so you really couldn’t see in. She was very nervous the first time but Harry was a perfect gentleman and continued to be every meeting after so much that on Christmas Eve so told the guard to go ahead and do his rounds because she knew he wanted to get home to his family. He didn’t want to leave her but she assured him she would be fine, and wished him a Merry Christmas.

Y/n walked up to Harry room it was very quiet tonight most of the stafff had gone home except for a few gaurs stuck working, an she’s pretty sure she saw them all in the office watching a Christmas Story. She used her badge and started to enter Harry’s room.

A hand immediately gripped around her mouth silencing her and a strong arm around her waist slammed her back against a hard chest.

“This is the best Christmas present I could have asked for doctor.” He growled low in her ear. She tried to talk but he quickly stopped her by bringing his hand that was around her waist to grip her throat.

“Here’s how it’s going to go y/n, you are gonna be a good girl for me and do as your told or you won’t make it out of her to see Christmas morning, if you try to scream or signal the guard I will cut your throat.” He brought the knife in her eye sight “I’m already in here for life I have nothing to loose sweetheart. Are we understood?” Y/n nods her head and a tear slides down here check.

“Don’t cry baby, you might actually enjoy this, I know you e been single for sometime now.” He smirked when her eyes widened. “That’s right I know a lot about you so, let’s say we don’t put this off any longer. Harry moves them over to his bed, the first thing y/n notices is the restraints he has tied to the four corners of his bed and she starts to shake. Harry sits down on his be leaving her standing between his legs.

“I couldn’t decide if I wanted to strip you myself or watch you strip for me but I’ve decided to start you will strip for me. So go ahead baby strip for daddy.” He leaned back against the wall to watch her when she didn’t move he growled “You can do it or I can cut them off you and I won’t be careful.” With that y/n slowly unbuttoned her jacket and let it fall with shaking hands she grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head. “Fuck your beautiful.” He licked his lip . “Your jeans now baby take those off and then come stand right in front of me.” She did as she was told Harry’s face was level with her stomach an he leaned forward an peppered a few kisses on it.

Her breath caught when he then slid the knife from her belly button to the middle of her bra and cut it open. Her hands few up to stop it from falling off. “Put your hands down now.” The tone of his voice has her obeying immediately, the bra fell to the floor. “Lay down.” He commanded her having no other choice she did what she was told. He then tied her arms and legs to the ends of the bed so she was spread out. SHe held her breath when cut her underwear off with the knife. He did this slowly clearly enjoying himself.

“Fuck I’m gonna have fun destroying this little pussy. Your all shaved for me baby girl it’s like you knew this was going to happen.” He winked at her as her ran a hand over her smooth pussy. His hands then came up and each palmed her breasts he was not gentle but y/n was trying not to make a sound. That was about to change.

“First before we get to really good stuff, I owe you quite a few punishments.” Y/n eyes widened, and he laughed. “Did you think I forgot about all the times you purposely defied me or tried to piss me off. Starting with the whole Mr. Styles shit. That’s right doctor I haven’t forgotten. Before y/n could even grasp what was going on he flipped her over making the cross cross at her hands and feet.

“Such a pretty little ass.” He says as he lands a vicious smack to one side of her ass making her cry out in pain. That only seems to spit him on more he slaps her four more times on each cheek. Tears were rolling down her face and she was sobbing thru her gag. That was nothing to the fear she felt when she saw him grab something besides the bed. Y/n started to thrash and panic he had somehow gotten one of the paddles from the ping pong table. Sobbing and thrashing, she started shaking.

“You can fight all you want angel but your not going anywhere, just relax it might not hurt as bad, plus you’ll tire yourself out.” Y/n put head head face down in the bed she didn’t want to know when the first one was coming. It came down with no mercy and she let out a agonizing scream thru her gag. Harry smacked each cheek punishingly. The last two hits were given to the back of each thigh. Harry finally dropped the paddle but she felt no sense of relief. Harry started rubbing his hand slowly over her ass, which made it seem like he was trying to soothe some of the pain lulling her into a false sense security, until he grabbed her ass harshly then raking his nails down it making her cry out in pain again.

“ Such a pretty ass angel, has anyone ever eaten or fucked it?” Y/n shook her head swiftly “No I say it’s about time we change that.” Giving her a sadistic smile he moved down so his face was right at her ass. He could hear her begging muffled but he just spread her cheeks apart and licked into her tight ass. He groaned and went back in licking all around and then pushing his tongue in the tight ring. He leaned up and spit down on her several times. He took his finger rubbing it around when he was satisfied he started to enter a finger. Y/n instantly tried to get away but a hard grab of her cheek stopped her.

“Don’t fight it angel it only makes it harder on you.” He sunk his finger in to the knuckle. “Fuck such a tight ass.” He said while pumping his finger in an out. “Ya know, I’ve always wondered what your pussy tastes like. I bet it’s sweet and my mouth is watering to find out.” He flipped her back over and taking his thumbs opened her folds to slowly like from hole to clit, like he was savoring the taste. He groaned almost animalisticly and was licking her over and over, not even stopping when he probed a finger in pussy smirking when he found she was wet. Saying nothing he got his finger wet and while he he took two fingers and pulled back the hood of her clit and sucked it into his mouth with such vigor he eased his finger into her tight back hole. Y/n gasped while he was sucking her like she has never experienced before and fucking her with his finger, she couldn’t figure out exactly what she felt he was sucking her clit an that felt amazing but she also had the throbbing pain from the spanks and the intrusion of his finger in her ass.

“You like that don’t you angel, pain and pleasure. Also the unknown infant I think your about to come baby.” She looked at him shaking her head no. “It’s alright show me how much you like my finger fucking your ass. Come on come you can’t hold it back much longer.” An with that he went back to sucking in her clit.Y/n tried to fight it she tried so hard but her orgasm took over her making her whole body tremble and shake until she turned sensitive. She was trying to single him to stop being over sensitive but he just looked up at her winked and continued on until she was violently shaking from her next orgasm. He sat up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your cunt is fucking delicious baby.” Y/n just whimpered.

He ran his hands over her pussy remarking how wet she was then dipping his finger in and bringing it out coated in her juices, he pulled the gag down and being the finger to her mouth. “Open up darling.” She did as she was told and he put his finger in her mouth. “Now suck till it’s clean but don’t try anything funny or you won’t be walking out of this room.” She nods and does as she’s told. “That’s a good girl.” Harry was now hovering over her caging her in. He started kissing down her neck leaving dark marks in his wake. He worked his way down to her breasts sucking and licking one nipple while pinching the other much harder then needed making y/n whimper out again. When he was finished with her tits he leaned back on his heals and removed his shirt and the sweatpants he was wearing leaving him naked to her eyes. She tried but couldn’t help how her eyes roamed over his body he was beautiful, he was a lunatic but a beautiful one. He chuckled catching her. “It’s ok to like what you see angel. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard now till your begging me to stop.” Y/n looked down an for the first time saw the size of Harry and started to panic he was huge he was going to rip her open.

His cock was already hard but he tugged on it a few times and as he was about to line it up with her pussy he stopped. “I can’t believe I almost forgot how bad I wanted to feel those pretty lips around my cock while your chocking on it.” He crawled up the bed to the side of her she tried to turn her face away put he grabbed her hair and pulled her face back so her mouth was level with his cock.“I don’t think I have to remind you what would happen if you even think about doing anything stupid.” He said grabbing the knife off the floor and holding it to her throat. “Do you understand?” “Yes” she said while nodding. “Good girl, now open up.” Y/n again obeyed his orders he wasn’t gentle and didn’t ease her into almost immediately after his sick entered her mouth he started fucking it, he kept her where he wanted her by the searing grin he had on her hair. Her gags and chokes only souring him on more. Just when y/n thinks she’s going to pass out due to no oxygen he pulled out watching her gasp for air while coughing.

He moved quickly to where he was before giving her no time and pushed his cock into her stretching her to the limit. “He huffed your so fucking wet for someone who was acting like she wasn’t enjoying my cock fucking her throat.” Then before she was fully adjusted he started fucking into her at a punishing rate. “Please,please slow down” she croaked out her voice almost totally gone from the brutal throat fucking. He paid her no mind and continued fucking into her head being knocked into the wall over and over. “Fuck angel I can feel your gonna cum let go cream my cock, then I’m going to fill your little cunt up with all my seed so much it’s going to leak out of you. Maybe I’ll even get you pregnant wouldn’t that be something you pregnant with a monsters baby.” Y/n started to shake and he was thankful because he didn’t think he could hold back any longer grunting the word fuck he emptied himself into her. It just didn’t stop he doesn’t think he’s ever cum this hard.

He lets himself fall forward on her body resting his wieght on her while catching his breath. After a few minutes he rolled over to the side of her and smirked.“Your an asshole H, this whole plan to break you out of here spending months in this hell hole and the night we are finally getting you out you decide you want to play a hardcore bdsm scene before we go.” He chuckled “I didn’t here you complaining baby.” “How could I you had me gagged and what the fuck with the paddle you went way overboard and again I couldn’t even give you a color cause I was gagged.” Y/n was upset Harry could see that he might have took this scene too far. “I’m sorry baby, let’s hurry up while the guards are occupied still and I promise when we are free and clear of this place I will make it up to you.” Y/n nodded “your lucky I love you and I have to admit that was pretty hot.” She smiled at Harry “That’s my girl, now let’s go.” then they both got up and got dressed and got back to the escape plan. Y/n going first and Harry smirking behind her because it really was the hottest scene he’s ever done and not letting his girl know it was going to happen made it even better. He was already wondering how he could top this scene with one more extreme. Poor y/n she really was in love with a psychopath.