💭MDNI: Smut, riding, smoking, Dark!Hardy = Slytherin!Harry who’s morally grey and a stoner bc why not
A/N: Once I got some replies and aks about you all thought about dark!Harry, I couldn’t get it out of my head (I’m delulu). It’s like 2:43 AM and I’ve been up for hours writing this on my phone bc I’ve been feral about Dark!Harry who’s in Slytherin and morally grey and does whatever is necessary to win the war (like use Unforgivable curses), and he’s a stoner. So in love with this AU i think it will have a permanent place on my blog. Also, bc it’s so late i typed this on my phone and hit accept all suggestions with grammarly… i will edit it in my laptop tomorrow but i needed to put this in the world NOW.
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The dorm is dimly lit—just the faint green glow from the Slytherin common room filtering through the curtains around his bed, casting shadows across the stone walls. Harry’s sprawled in a chair by the window, one leg over the armrest, wand on the table beside him, sleeves rolled to his elbows.
He looks calm. Too calm.
There’s something unreadable in those dark green eyes—something sharp, feral, waiting.
He takes a slow drag from the joint between his fingers, and when you try to take it from him, he smirks and blows the smoke gently in your face instead. Not in a rude way—just a “what are you going to do about it?” way. Playful. Teasing. Infuriating.
And then? He puts the joint down.
“Come here,” he says lowly, patting his thigh like he expects you to obey.
You settle in his lap, and that’s when it happens.
The mask slips.
He curls a hand around your waist, the other tangling in your hair, and pulls you in with a kiss that’s too much too fast—hungry, consuming, possessive. His mouth is hot, tasting faintly like smoke and dark magic, and the sound he makes when you kiss him back? A low, pleased growl deep in his throat.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” he mutters against your lips. “Sittin’ here in my lap like you were made for it.”
And his voice? It’s soft but dark, like velvet over steel. The kind of tone that makes you shiver.
“You always this distracting,” he says, trailing kisses along your jaw, “or do you save it all for me?”
He doesn’t move fast—not yet. Just keeps you caged in his lap, one hand gripping your hip like he’s grounding himself with you. Like you’re the only thing keeping the monster inside him from tearing out.
And maybe you reach for the joint again, just to keep things playful, but he catches your wrist midair.
“Nuh uh,” he says, eyes locked with yours. “You had your turn. My lap, my rules. Understand, pretty girl?”
He catches your wrist a second time, firmer now, pinning it to your side without a word. His grip isn’t harsh, but it’s deliberate. A reminder. You’re in his lap. You play by his rules.
“Think you’re cute, huh?” Harry mutters, the ghost of a grin curling at his lips—but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His gaze is molten, simmering, dark. “Testing me like that?”
You open your mouth to say something just as smug, but you never get the chance.
Because suddenly, he’s got your face in his hands and his mouth is on yours again, bruising and addictive. It’s not gentle, not at all. It’s needy. Claiming. The kind of kiss that makes your head spin.
He tastes like smoke and danger, like something ancient and powerful and utterly intoxicating. You whimper into it, thighs clenching instinctively around his.
“That’s it,” he groans, low in your throat. “I love that sound.”
Your shirt is the first thing to go—he peels it off like it’s been bothering him the whole time. His hands are hot and a little rough as they roam, greedy and unhurried, taking everything in. Like he’s been dreaming about this—fantasizing about this—and now that he finally has you, he’s going to savor every second.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he breathes against your collarbone, mouthing at your skin, voice dipped in lust and reverence. “You walk around like you don’t have a clue. Pretty little thing, always actin’ like you don’t notice the way I look at you.”
He tugs you closer—flush against him—and you feel it: how hard he is beneath you, how tense he’s holding himself. Like he’s right on the edge of losing control.
“You make me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmurs, sucking a mark into your neck. “And the worst part? You like it. You want me like this.”
Your hips grind against his without thinking. His hands snap down to your waist, holding you there, letting you move—but only because he wants you to. That smug control simmers just beneath the surface.
“Attagirl,” he murmurs, voice thick, breath hot against your jaw. “Go on. Use me.”
You do. You roll your hips just right, and his head tips back for half a second. A strangled groan escapes him, and you know you’ve hit a nerve.
But he’s not giving up the reins that easy.
In one smooth motion, he shifts, turns, and lays you back on his bed—on his dark green sheets, smelling faintly like smoke and sandalwood and something uniquely Harry. The curtains are still drawn around the bed. You’re both shrouded in shadows and secrecy. No one can see. No one needs to.
He’s shirtless now too, his toned frame covered in faded scars and dark tattoos you’ve only ever caught glimpses of. They look like protection runes.
Harry climbs over you, knees on either side of your hips, and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it part.
“Look at you,” he breathes, voice barely audible, more reverent than anything. “So fucking perfect. Mine.”
His mouth finds yours again—slower now, but deeper. His hips grind into yours, and you feel the promise in the way he kisses you: he’s not stopping tonight. Not until you’re ruined for anyone else. Not until all you can think about is him.
And gods, you want it.
You want it all.
Tugging him down just enough to press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Mmm,” you murmur, lips brushing his. “You taste like smoke.”
Harry pauses. Just for a beat. Then you catch the way his eyes flash—bright, sharp, predatory.
“And you,” he whispers, voice curling like smoke itself, “taste like salvation.”
You smile, just a little. “But you like it.”
He huffs a soft laugh, amused and aroused all at once. “I do,” he admits, thumb still stroking the curve of your jaw. “I like that too much.”
Then you’re pulling him in again—not waiting, not asking—threading your fingers into his hair and tugging. Just enough to tip his head back. Just enough to show you know what he likes.
A low groan slips from him, and the coy smile on your lips is downright sinful.
“You cheeky little minx,” he mutters, even as his hips press into yours, as his hands slide under your thighs and drag you closer to the edge of the bed. “You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks, are you?”
You blink up at him, lashes fluttering sweetly.
“No idea what you mean,” you say, saccharine. “I’m so good, Harry.”
That damn grin of his returns. Crooked. Hungry. Dark.
“Not for long.”
His mouth crashes into yours again—hot and greedy and deep—and you melt into him, just like always. Because you love the way he kisses you, like you’re oxygen, like every time might be the last. He’s rough around the edges, yes, but you know the truth: no one will ever want you the way he does.
And that intoxicating power? Yeah. You like it.
Your legs wrap around his waist. You shift just right and his breath hitches, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Fuck, pretty girl,” he groans against your mouth. “You gonna let me make a mess of you?”
You nod, already breathless, already half-undone. “Please.”
He bites down on your lower lip, then soothes it with his tongue, and starts trailing kisses down your neck.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promises, voice like a spell. “Always do.”
And the way he says it?
You believe him.
Except he flips you this time— you’re on top of him now, straddling him perfectly. Pants come off and underwear is discarded on the floor haphazardly.
You’ve barely sunk down onto him when Harry’s head tips back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut, a slow, wrecked groan slipping from his throat.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes, one hand gripping your thigh, the other holding a new joint loosely between his fingers. “You were made for this. Look at you—fuck, look at you.”
You rock your hips, slow and steady, and he hisses through his teeth, blinking up at you with that hazy, smoke-kissed stare that makes your whole body burn.
“You’re so tight—so good—riding me like you know you belong here,” he rasps, voice low and reverent like a prayer. “This pussy was meant to take me.”
You shudder at the praise, and he notices.
“Oh? You like that, pretty girl?” he says, bringing the blunt to his lips, dragging slow, lazy, cocky as hell. He exhales the smoke past your jaw, warm and scented and so him. “Like when I tell you how perfect you are for me?”
You nod, hips starting to move faster. More deliberate. And his hands fall to your waist, guiding you, anchoring you, adoring you.
“Yeah… that’s it. Fuck yourself on me, just like that.” His voice gets darker, grittier. “Let them all think you’re sweet. Polite. Innocent. But I know the truth.”
You moan, fingernails digging into his chest as he speaks, as he watches you like he wants to swallow you whole.
“You love riding my cock like a filthy little thing, don’t you?” he groans. “Bet you think about this when you’re alone. Bet your fingers aren’t enough anymore—’cause nothing fills you like I do.”
You nod, whimper, and your pace stutters, and he smirks.
“Don’t get shy now,” he purrs, stubbing out the blunt on the ashtray by the bed. “Show me how desperate you are. Let me see you come on me, pretty girl. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
You nod frantically, chasing that peak, thighs shaking.
He leans up, mouth brushing yours, voice nothing but a husky promise:
“Be my good girl. Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”
And with one more rock of your hips, you do—falling apart in his lap with a broken moan and his name on your lips like a prayer.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t dare. Keeps thrusting up into you, riding you through it, until his own composure shatters and he spills inside you with a low, guttural “fuck.”
You collapse forward, chests pressed together, panting. His hand strokes up and down your spine.
And when you lift your head to meet his gaze?
Harry’s looking at you like you’re his religion.
Your body is still trembling with the aftershocks, thighs aching, breath catching every now and then like you’re not quite ready to return to earth. And Harry’s right there—already pulling you down, wrapping himself around you like you’re something he’s afraid to let go of.
His arms lock around your waist. One hand spreads over your lower back, the other cups the back of your head as he tugs you to his chest like it’s instinct.
No words at first. Just the press of his lips to your temple. The way he breathes you in like smoke.
Then, almost too soft to catch:
“My girl.”
Your lashes flutter against his collarbone, heartbeat still racing.
His fingers trace lazy, grounding shapes down your spine as he exhales slowly into your hair. “You’re my girl,” he murmurs, like it’s fact. Like it’s already carved in stone.
You hum, nose brushing the crook of his neck, and he shifts just enough to press another kiss to your hair.
“Did so good for me,” he adds, almost absentmindedly, voice low and rough with fondness. “Fucking perfect.”
You smile sleepily, sinking into the warmth of his body. He smells like dark magic and sweat and the faint smoke of the joint you shared, and it’s so him. Overwhelming, intense… comforting.
“I’d kill for you,” he murmurs suddenly, fingers brushing down your ribs.
You blink. “Harry…”
“I would,” he says simply. “Anyone touches you, looks at you wrong—I’ll end them.” He says it like he’s talking about the weather. Matter-of-fact. Absolute. “No one gets to have you but me.”
His voice dips lower, threading through you like velvet and fire:
“You’re mine, pretty girl. Always.”
And when you nuzzle closer, your fingers curling in the dark green sheets?
CW: Smut (longest sex scene of my career so can I get some commotion for the dress?), minor language, obsessive behavior, mentions of needing to kill (sacrifice type of killing), mentions of an asshole ex and long hair Harry.
Word Count: 9K
AN: This one is only a little l spooky but also lowkey romantic so I hope you enjoy this monster Harry it was very fun to write and sorry to all the other Niall girlies I just thought adding him would be fun✨
Summary: Harry lures you deeper into the town swamp when he hears you crying after your boyfriend dumps you✨
The moment you fall in love with someone you never really think about how it’ll feel when it all comes falling down like the leaves of a tree in a late autumn breeze, forming piles of unwanted emotions and painful memories all around you. You never think that the man you saw your whole future with could end up being the same man that breaks your heart with such an ease it’s as if you never really meant anything to him at all. But that’s exactly what happened, Niall ended your two year relationship with a few simple sentences and then walked away leaving you to pick up the pieces of what’s left of your heart and find a way to move on. That’s how you found yourself in your little white rowboat pushing away from the rickety dock seeking refuge in the Styles Town Swamp, needing to get away from all the snickering and sideways glances of the people in your small town that have already heard and formed their own opinions about why your relationship really ended.
“I’m bored.” The casual tone of Niall’s voice as he delivered the first heartbreaking line of his departing speech bounces around in your head as you try to fight back the emotions that are starting to build up in your chest, forming a lump in your throat. “I need to see what else is out there for me-what does that even really mean? God I’m such an idiot.” You mumble as you continue to row out into the middle of the swamp, Niall’s last words to you on repeat in your head.
“He probably never even loved me.” You whisper with a sniffle as you allow the tears to start to fall freely down your face once you’re far enough from the dock and any sort of land that anyone could possibly hear or see you from. “He wouldn’t even hold my hand in public.” Your voice is a low painful teary murmur as you pull in your oars allowing the murky water to take you deeper into the swamp that has been the source of many unfortunate deaths in your small town around this time of year.
But you don’t feel afraid or uneasy, you never have when near the water or even while in it on the few occasions you found yourself submerged when your little rowboat tipped over after you ran into a random tree stump that was barely poking out of the water or when your fishing line got stuck on one of the long vines of a willow tree resulting in you falling overboard while trying to untangle it. The cool water and the buzzing of insects in the trees mixed with the birds flying overhead have always been comforting to you because the swamp is a place where you feel safe to say your deepest darkest thoughts out loud and let your true feelings out because the swamp doesn’t judge. It doesn’t even truly notice or care that you’re there, always flowing with a slow and steady current that takes all your secrets and worries away with it.
“How did I not see the signs that he was unhappy? I really thought we were perfect for each other.” Your voice cracks as you rest your chin in your hands as you lean over and place your elbows on the tops of your thighs. “I just want to be loved….” You whisper to yourself as a few tears roll down your cheeks and drip off your chin, you let out a few soft cries as you finally let yourself feel all the sadness that has wrapped itself around you like a blanket. You cup your face with your hands as your whole body starts to shake with your quiet sobs, feeling like with each tear that falls from your puffy eyes it’s a little bit of the love you had for your now ex boyfriend leaving your body.
After a few minutes you sit up and wipe at your watery eyes with a sad sigh and look down at the water, you watch as the moon’s reflection is disturbed by the ripples caused by a willow vine dipping past the surface making the once lovely picture of the dimly lit moon slowly disappear as each ripple grows bigger pushing it further and further away until it no longer resembles the image it once was. It reminds you of your life in a way, the beautiful picture you created in your mind ruined by one simple act that turned it into something unrecognizable as it drifted further away from you with each word that fell from Niall’s lips.
But as you sit there in your boat, surrounded by the comfort of the swamp you come to the understanding that the life you pictured with Niall is never going to be the life you end up with because he chose to remove himself from it. You can’t change it and at the moment you’re not sure you would want to even if you could because something in the deepest part of your soul feels like it’s pulling you somewhere far away from him.
There’s something unusual mixed in with the familiar dampness on the evening breeze as it tickles Harry’s ankles as he sits at the end of his dock with his eyes closed while his feet are submerged in the murky water. His fingers are mindlessly moving as if he’s playing an instrument that only he can see that’s causing the vines of the willows to bend and sway to the rhythm of the music he’s creating in his mind. His suddenly opens his eyes that are an unnatural bright yellow shade before he blinks making them return to their usual emerald, his fingers go still making the trees stop their dancing as he tilts his head making his long hair fall to one side. With a snap of his fingers the swamp goes silent, all the chirping of crickets and fluttering of leaves come to a sudden halt letting him listen to the sound that’s being carried almost directly to him on the wind, his brows furrow in confusion when he hears what he thinks is someone crying.
“That sound-” he whispers as he closes his eyes and tries to pinpoint where in his swamp the soft whimpers and sobs are coming from. “Is beautiful.” He mumbles as he slowly lowers himself into the water that only comes up to his waist, his eyes are still closed while his hands rest just above the surface. Harry starts walking further away from his dock, the water rising more and more with each step he takes, he stops in his tracks when he sees a blurry image of a woman sitting in a rowboat with her head in her hands appears in his mind for only a moment before it floats away.
“So pretty.” He says softly as he opens his eyes just as the wind delivers him another sad melody of cries. Harry snaps his fingers allowing the swamp to come back to life as he stands there with a smile on his face, an idea already beginning to take shape in his mind. “I need to hear more.” He whispers into the air as he dips the tip of his index finger into the water, twirling it around and around until a light fog is forming right above the surface.
“Bring her to me.” He commands softly before lifting his hand up to his lips and blowing a strong gust of air from his lungs causing the fog to start moving in his desired direction, towards the rowboat he saw in his mind that’s carrying the girl who is making such pretty noises.
You let out a heavy sigh as you reach for your oars just as the moon gets hidden behind a scattering of clouds causing the swamp to be swallowed by darkness. Deciding that you’ve spent more than enough time sitting in your own self pity, it’s time to head back to town and start creating a new life. But just as your hands grip the wood of your oars the squawking of the birds and the soothing sounds of the vines rustling against the surface of the inky water turn nearly silent as the clouds part ever so slightly letting you see a thick fog coming around the bend. You lean forward as your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, you watch in almost disbelief as the cloudy mass acts as if it’s heading straight towards you, not bothering to float down any of the small side canals on the way to surrounding you.
“Don’t go.” Your eyes go wide and you fall back onto the bench when you hear the faint sound of someone whispering in your ear as a sudden breeze blows, urging the fog forward so it’s now circling your small vessel. You look around as the moon gives you just enough light to see a brief yellow glow of what you swear is a pair of eyes in the distance just beyond where the sudden fog came from but they dip under the water before you can get another glimpse.
“Come to me.” You look around as you hear the same whisper on the breeze but this time it’s not as hushed, you look down and watch with curious eyes as the fog starts to gently begin pushing your boat deeper into the swap. “Don’t be afraid.” You feel your heart start to pound in your chest as the voice blows effortlessly on the breeze sending a shiver down your spine.
“Th-this is insane.” You mumble to yourself as your head turns in the direction of a quiet splash, you squint your eyes and feel your tummy do a weird flip when the yellow eyes once again appear just above the surface of the water at the edge of the fog. Their subtle glow has you unable to look away and to your surprise they don’t disappear the moment you catch their stare, they just look back at you unblinking for a few moments before releasing you from their hold and dipping under the surface into the deep murky water below.
“I won’t hurt you.” Those whispered words of comfort in your ear have you letting go of your oars, finding something soothing in the way the wind that helps carry the soft voice blows around your shoulders and then goes twirling around your ankles just above the skirt of your dress as if it’s wrapping its self around you. You aren’t overcome with any sense of panic or dread, no instead you feel an odd comforting sort of warmth make its way up your body from the dull embers of a desire for something you don’t fully understand that’s starting to crackle and ignite deep down in your soul. While letting out a deep sigh you place your hands in your lap, surrendering yourself to whoever the voice belongs to as you drift even deeper into the thick of the swamp.
You don’t know how long your little rowboat has been steadily pushed through the water, only assuming it’s been a while when you notice a change in the air as you enter into part of the swamp you’ve never seen before. There’s a thick dampness to the air that causes a heaviness to be felt as you come up on two giant willow trees with curtains of vines that completely block the way, you feel a small uneasiness wash over you as you prepare to duck down so their vines don’t hit you as you pass through. But to your surprise just as the front of your boat touches a small bundle of vines they slowly begin to pull back like a set of curtains allowing you through unscathed. You turn in your spot on the bench to watch the vines fall back into place creating a thick wall of greenery blocking anyone from being able to see your boat from the other side.
The boat coming to a sudden stop has you moving once more so you’re facing the front and you feel your eyes go wide as you’re met with a dock that leads up to what appears to be a run down fishing cabin that has one singular light flickering above the door. You grab your rope and securely tie up your boat, looking over the old wooden structure to make sure it looks stable enough for you to stand on before even attempting to climb out onto it. Once you’re on the dock you look around and it’s then that you notice the fog has all but vanished letting you see the swirls of green algae floating atop the inky blackness of the water as you watch it flow under the dock. As you stand at the end of the surprisingly sturdy structure you feel as if someone or something is watching you, there’s an unnerving quiet that comes over the swamp that has your eyes bouncing around until they land on the same pair of yellow eyes you’ve seen twice before.
You stand there frozen in place as the eyes stare into yours, your mouth falls open when out from the darkness the owner of the eyes steps into a stream of moonlight. You watch as a tall manlike figure slowly makes his way towards you, there’s bits of moss and dead leaves tangled in with his dark curls that fall just a bit past his broad shoulders, his tan skin has a green tinge to it as the moon shines down on him like a spotlight, your eyes skim downward taking in the swirls of black vine like markings that adorn his arms all the way down to his fingertips. You spot small clusters of dark brown and green scales on his arms as well as his chest as your eyes continue their journey downward, you swallow thickly when you roam down his well defined abs that house more swirls of ink that seem to go below the surface of the water.
You take a small step backwards as you watch the man inch closer and closer to the edge of the dock. When your eyes find their way back up to his face your brows pinch together as his eyes turn from their ominous glowing yellow to a calming emerald green after just a simple blink. Once he reaches the edge you can’t help but look at him with a sense of bewilderment as he places his palms flat against the wood of the dock and with little to no effort at all pulls himself up and out of the water. You blink a few times as you look down at his feet and then up his muscular thighs that have the same vine like swirls wrapped around them but when your eyes dare to travel upward just a bit you feel your face get hot and you turn your head to look away when you notice the only piece of clothing the man is wearing is a cloth tied around his waist by a thin braided rope leaving very little to the imagination.
“So small.” You feel a chill run down your spine as the same voice you heard carried on the breeze slips out of the man’s mouth. Before you can even turn your head you feel a warm hand on your cheek, he gently turns your face and tucks his pinky under your chin to tilt your head all the way back so you’re able to look up at him and it’s not until then that you realize just how big he is as he towers over you while his eyes roam over your features.
“I-I’m not small you’re j-just huge.” Your voice is shaky and barely above a whisper as you attempt to defend your average size but it goes unnoticed as he continues to look you over as if he’s committing your face to memory.
“I heard you making noises in your little boat.” He tells you softly as if he doesn’t want to disturb the tranquil silence that’s come over the swamp by being unnecessarily loud. He maintains his hold on your face as his eyes travel down your neck to the top of your black dress but when he gets to your pin that’s in the shape of a pumpkin with heart shaped sunglasses that’s attached right above your left breast he quirks a brow and brings his eyes back up to yours as if asking a silent question that has your cheeks turning pink letting him feel the sudden warmth of your skin under his palm.
“It was a gift.” You explain shyly, he doesn’t say anything in response but you swear you see the corners of his mouth twitch.
“Interesting.”
“Th-thank you.” You don’t mean for your words to come out like a question but they do and it has you internally cringing at how unsure you sound, but the man once again doesn’t seem to notice or care as he brings his other massive hand up to hold the other side of your face.
“Why were you making those pretty noises?” He asks with a tilt of his head as his thumbs run over your cheekbones before delicately running over your eyebrows. His warm hands cupping your cheeks and his fingers tracing the features of your face has your mind struggling to form any sentences, and as if he can sense this he slides one hand down to the side of your neck making a small gasp leave your parted lips at how his hand can nearly wrap all the way around it.
“You were crying.” He states as his thumb wipes under your eye feeling the dried evidence of all the tears you had shed earlier. “Why?” He asks while his hand on your neck slides down to the top of your shoulder and then your arm giving you light squeezes as he goes as if he’s seeing how sturdy you are.
“I uh-uhm got broke-broken up with.” You explain trying not to let your emotions get the best of you, not wanting to give any more of your tears to someone who isn’t worthy of them. Your words have the man’s eyes narrowing and you swear you see his eyes flash red before fading back to green.
“Those sounds were because you were sad?” He asks it as if the very idea of you being sad offends him, you do your best to nod with his hold on your face and that’s when he drops his hands from you and you hope he doesn’t see the small frown your mouth forms at the loss of his warm touch. You quietly clear your throat and look down at your feet suddenly feeling embarrassed and extremely small compared to the man standing directly in front of you.
“I-I’m sorry I’ll just-” before you can even try to motion to your rowboat you feel his hand slide to the back of your head giving your hair a tug so you’re once again looking up at him.
“You sound so pretty when you’re sad.” You swallow down your nerves as his grip tightens ever so slightly as he leans down while the corner of his mouth tugs upward into a sideways smirk. “I bet you sound beautiful when you’re crying out in pleasure.” The effortless way the words roll of his tongue fan the flames of desire you felt earlier deep down inside you, his eyes never leave yours as he leans down further until his lips are just an inch away from yours.
“Let’s find out.” His breath fans across your face and before you can even blink his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss that has you letting out a small noise of surprise when his free hand grabs at your hip pulling you flush against him, your hands reach out and rest on the surprisingly smooth skin right below his pecs.
His lips move hungrily against yours as if he can’t get enough, your eyes close and your lips part letting him slip his tongue into your mouth making a low growl come from deep in his chest. You immediately give him full control of the kiss, not caring at all how rough his hold on you is as he licks into your mouth smoothing his tongue over yours in a way that has you craving more. His hand slowly goes up your side and you can’t help the little moan you let out when you feel his warm hand cup your breast over the material of your dress, giving it a good squeeze before moving back down to your hip.
“Want to hear you say my name just like that.” He mumbles against the skin of your jaw, his hand sliding out of your hair and down to the side of your neck. You let out a soft sigh as your hands roam over his strong chest, feeling the roughness of his scales against your palms but then his words hit you and you feel a wave of embarrassment crash over you as you realize you don’t even know the name of the man that has his hands on you.
“Wh-what is your name?” You ask making the man smile against your neck before placing a warm kiss just below your ear.
“Harry.” He answers as he kisses his way down your neck only pausing when he hears you let out a small giggle. His eyes find yours when he pulls away just enough so he can stare at you with a look of pure confusion on his face that has you instantly regretting not being able to control yourself, even in moments like this.
“I love it-I just thought it w-would be something more uhm-uh scarier since you’re a uh whatever you are.” You want to slap your hand over your face at how silly you sound but Harry just quirks a brow and continues to stare at you.
“Do I scare you?” There’s a softness to his voice as he looks at you like he’s not sure what to make of you quite yet.
“No.” Your answer has a smile spreading across his face and you find yourself thankful his big strong hands are on you just in case your knees give out at how perfect his face looks while there’s a smile on it.
“Do I get to know your name?” You nod and watch his smile turn into a full blown grin as you tell him your name. “How terrifying.” Harry’s voice is borderline playful and you let out the beginning of a laugh but it gets cut off by his lips crashing into yours for a deep and desperate kiss.
Harry bends his knees and in one smooth motion his hands are on your hips and he’s lifting you off the ground making you have no other choice but to wrap your legs around his middle and your arms around his neck, not that you think he’d drop you with how strong you can already tell he is. He doesn’t break the kiss as he starts walking towards the cabin, his tongue licks your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth serving as a pleasant distraction from the fact he’s walking with his eyes closed. It’s not until you hear the sound of a door getting slammed shut that your eyes snap open, Harry doesn’t mind when you pull away from him his lips just move to your neck as he adjusts his hold on you so his hands are gripping the backs of your thighs.
“You’re so soft.” He says as he nips at the side of your jaw as he takes a few steps into the cabin, your eyes barely have time to adjust to the dim lighting of a few candles he has lit on random surfaces before you feel yourself falling backwards landing on something velvety and plush. “What do you call this?” You sit up onto your elbows and look down at Harry’s hand that’s grabbing at the skirt of your dress that’s bunched up at the middle of your thighs from how your legs were wrapped around him.
“A dress.” Your answer has him narrowing his eyes as he inspects the garment, running his thumb and index finger over the soft material.
“Does it come off?” You rub your lips together to hold back a small chuckle at how serious he looks as his eyes roam over your body seeing how much the dress covers you and clearly not liking it.
“Yes it-” the sound of fabric being ripped has your eyes going wide and your mouth falling open as Harry wastes no time in ripping the front part of the skirt, tearing it all the way up near where it hits your hips not stopping until you hold your hands out. “Wait I can-can just take it off.” Harry nearly pouts at the fact he can’t just rip your dress off your body but he listens and removes his hands.
He doesn’t move from the edge of the pile of blankets and pillows that form a makeshift sort of nest he dropped you on that sits in the corner of the cabin. You sit up on your knees, Harry’s eyes lock with yours and the way you watch him lick his lips in a hungry sort of anticipation has all your nerves melting away making way for a surge of confidence to radiate through you. His stare is intense but holds a softness to it as he watches you grab the fabric at the bottom of your dress and carefully lift it over your head but before you can drop it on the floor Harry reaches over and grabs it, your cheeks get hot as he brings it up to his face and gives it a smell as he rubs the soft material against his cheek.
“Can I keep this?” His question has you nearly choking on air as you take in a deep breath, he just stares at you as he continues to run the material against his cheek.
“Uhm no I need it to-to wear home.” You answer softly not wanting to upset him because you can tell he is enjoying how soft the fabric is against the smooth skin of his face and neck.
“Fine.” He says with a sigh as he drops the dress down near his feet, his eyes take in the new bits of flesh and when they find your black bra his eyes continue to travel downward as he reaches a hand out with furrowed brows and plucks at the thin material of the waistband of your matching panties. “Why do you hide yourself?” You look down at his hand that looks extra massive when it’s gripping the outside of your thigh, his thumb slipping under the hem and before you can answer his question his eyes find yours and you feel a small tug and hear a quiet ripping noise that’s followed by a shiver that runs through you as the cool air hits your newly exposed skin.
“I don’t like it.” He explains as he tosses your now ruined panties to the side not caring where they land, and before you can blink he’s ripping off your bra like it’s nothing and tossing it behind him. “You’re too pretty to hide under such ugly things.” You open your mouth to argue with him about how your lingerie is far from ugly he just isn’t used to it but before you can even mutter a single syllable his hand grips the side of your neck, tilting your face upwards with his thumb as he bends down and captures your lips in a kiss that’s different than the others you’ve shared. It’s slow and full of something that has your heart pounding against your chest as if it wants to break free and let Harry keep it, already knowing it would be safer in his hands than anyone else’s.
“I want to feel you.” His voice is deep as he pulls away and urges you onto your back. “I want to taste you.” He tells you between kisses down your neck, you feel his hands gently spread your legs enough for him to fit between before placing them on either side of your head. “I want to ruin you.” You feel as if your whole body is buzzing as Harry continues to kiss his way down your neck to your chest. His eyes find yours as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a breathy sigh as his warm tongue circles it a few times and your hands reach out and grab at his arms when he gives it a gentle nip with his teeth before moving on to the other one.
“Will you let me do that?” Your mind is a fuzzy mess as he hovers over you with a desperate yet hopeful look in his eyes that makes you want to laugh, because you don’t understand how he could possibly think you would ever tell him no.
“Yes.” A grin spreads across his face that shows off his dimples and you have to hold back an awe at how adorable he looks but the moment is short lived because soon he’s lowering himself down to his knees and grabbing at your hips to pull you closer to the edge so he can toss your legs over his shoulders. He grabs onto the soft flesh of your hips with a firm hold but in a moment of softness you watch him turn his head and place little kisses to the inside of both thighs nuzzling his nose against the soft skin and taking in a deep inhale.
“You smell just as pretty as you sound.” You bring your hands up to cover your face but Harry doesn’t allow it for even a moment. “Don’t.” His voice isn’t commanding or even loud but still, something in the way he says it has you instantly dropping your hands to your sides letting his eyes find yours. “Need to see you while I taste you.” Before you can respond he sticks out his tongue and teasingly flicks at your clit with the tip of it making your hips want to jerk upward but Harry’s strong hands keep them in place.
His eyes never leave yours as he leans forward and lets his warm tongue explore your slick folds, his hold on your hips tightens as he pulls you even closer to the end of the blankets and you let out a loud moan when his tongue dives into your soaked center. Harry makes a noise that sounds like a satisfied hum mixed with a soft growl as he licks into you, his hands moving down to grab at the outside of your knees to spread your legs a little wider allowing him to wiggle closer to the edge of the pallet and swirl his tongue deeper into your wetness. You don’t know what to do with your hands as you feel a wave of pleasure roll through you as Harry’s tongue dives in and out of you with such skill it has you wondering how many times he’s done this but those thoughts are washed away when he reaches up with one of his hands and grabs yours and brings it to rest on the top his head.
“Oh god.” You say with a moan as your hand slips into Harry’s surprisingly soft hair as he gives your clit a few flicks. You let out a small whine and drop your hand from his hair when Harry’s mouth moves away from your needy cunt.
“That’s not my name.” His voice is rough as his eyes stare into yours, you let out gasp when he gives the inside of your thigh a small but noticeable bite that you know is going to leave a mark. He places sloppy kisses on his way back to where you desperately need him most, you watch a smile take over his face as he tilts his head to the right and then to the left as if he’s admiring a profound piece of artwork.
“So pretty.” Is all you hear him whisper before he dives his tongue back into you with a new found determination, your hand goes back into Harry’s long locks and gives his roots a harsh pull when you feel his hands tug you further down until the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest and the backs of your knees rest on top of his strong shoulders.
“H-Harry oh fuck.” You say with a loud moan as your eye snap closed, the roughness of the scales on his chest brushing against the soft skin of your thighs mixed with the way he’s licking and sucking at your center as if he’s trying to devour you has you feeling overwhelmed but in the best possible way.
When you open your eyes and look down at Harry’s head between your thighs it doesn’t shock you to see he’s already looking at you, but what does surprise you is the way he’s looking at you. His eyes are a dark green almost black but with a softness and warmth to them that you swear you’ve seen and felt before, his stare is intense but in a way that makes your pulse quicken and your heart feel like it’s on fire. It’s the intensity of his stare and the swirl of his tongue as he pushes it deep inside you that has you spiraling off the edge and falling face first into a pool of pleasure. He holds your thighs open when you try to close them as you let out a cry of his name as you come undone, Harry lets out a throaty growl as he catches all your release on his tongue, the slurping sounds he makes as he swallows it all down being the only noise in the room apart from your heavy breathing.
“H-holy shit.” You pant as your hands fall to your sides as you try to catch your breath. “How’d you-why are you so good at that?” You ask as your brain tries to un muddle itself allowing you to think just a little more clearly. Harry lets out an almost sad noise when he pulls away from your center, his hands running up and down the outside of your thighs.
“Good at what?” He asks innocently as if he has no clue what he just did to you with only his mouth. “I just wanted to taste you.” He tells you casually as he licks his lips, you stare at him with a dumbfounded expression that has him quirking an eyebrow at you.
“I just-you are uh really talented with your uhm-uh tongue.” Harry smiles at your words of praise as he stands up making you let out a small shriek when he wraps his hands around your ankles keeping them near the tops of his shoulders making it to where your center is pressed against his very prominent bulge that’s only being restrained by a piece of cloth.
“Can I feel you now?” You swallow down your nerves as you watch one of Harry’s hands reach down to untie the thin belt keeping his one piece of clothing up, you already could tell he was going to be big but what you see when he lets the cloth fall to his feet has you suddenly unsure if you’ll even be able to take him with how thick and long he is.
“I-I don’t know if-” as if Harry can sense the reason behind your hesitation he quickly moves one of your legs so it’s bent at the knee and your foot is resting flat on top of the soft blankets, he leans over just enough so your other ankle is resting on top of his shoulder while he places a hand near your hip to hold himself up, you feel your worries get lost somewhere in the back of your mind as two of Harry’s thick digits slide inside you.
“You’ll be okay.” He reassures you as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you letting your body adjust to their size before he adds a third. “I won’t hurt you remember?” You can only manage to nod in response as you feel him stretch you open bit by bit with each thrust of his fingers that are thicker than anything else you’ve experienced before.
He lets out a small laugh when you whine loudly as he slides his fingers from your wetness, licking them clean with a pleased hum. Then he leans over even further placing his hands on either side of your head making your knee find its place on his shoulder, your thigh practically touching your chest as his face hovers over yours. You can’t help yourself as you reach up and cup his face in your hands, his hair falls to the sides acting as a curtain around the two of you as he leans down to press his lips against yours.
“Eyes on me.” He instructs softly but with a hint of something more serious, you just nod as your eyes find his. “Take a deep breath.” You do as he says making him smile. “Now let it out slowly.” As you feel the air slowly leaving your lungs you also feel the tip of Harry’s cock slip past your entrance making you instantly tense up. “No no don’t do that.” Harry’s voice is gentle but you can tell by the way his jaw is clenching that he’s having to hold himself back. “Another deep breath in and then let it out nice and slow.” He pushes in just a bit more as you exhale slowly, his eyes search yours for any signs of discomfort and when he finds none he pushes in a little more letting you feel every inch and every ridge of his thick shaft.
“You’re-you’re so big Harry I don’t-” your words get cut off by Harry placing his lips on yours in a quick kiss.
“You can.” He tells you and it’s the way he sounds so confident as if he’s seen the two of you in this position before in his mind and knows you can take him just fine that has you letting out another deep breath and nodding your head before moving your hands to your sides.
“Okay.” Harry smiles down at you and gives your lips one last kiss before he stands up, your leg still bent and the other still resting on his shoulder. His eyes glance down at where the two of you are connected and you feel yourself loosening up a bit as a wave of confidence and desire washes over you as you watch him lick his lips and hear him let out a deep gravely sounding groan as he pushes himself deeper into your tight center.
“Everything about you is so nice and pretty.” He tells you as he finds your eyes. “You taste so nice.” You let out a moan and grip the blanket at your sides when he pulls out just a bit and then slides back in with a quick thrust. “The way you sound is beautiful.” His eyes darken as he looks at you while pushing all the way in until he’s fully tucked inside you, deeper than anyone else has ever been able to get. “You’re just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His sweet words have a smile spreading across your face as he stills his hips letting you adjust to his size.
“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen too.” Harry grins at your words as he turns and lowers his head so he can place a few kisses to the inside of your ankle that his hand is wrapped around keeping it in place near his shoulder.
As your body accommodates Harry’s size and girth you feel a sense of fullness that has a warming sensation flowing through you, a comforting sort of heaviness inside of you that you know you’re going to be aching for before too long. But then you remember how Harry said he was going to ruin you and you think this is what he meant, supplying you with a feeling he knows no one else will be able to give you. Before you can get too wrapped up in your thoughts Harry starts moving his hips, slow at first to test how you feel but when he sees your lips part and your head lean back as his name tumbles out of your mouth he begins to quicken his pace.
“Want to keep you.” His voice is deep and filled with need as his thrusts turn harsher, finally letting himself handle you the way he’s been wanting to. “Want to have you all the time.” He says as he leans over planting his hand next to your hip letting him hit even deeper with the new angle, your eyes roll back and your back arches as he pounds into you at a relentless pace that has you meeting your release harder and quicker than you’ve ever done before.
His name falls out of your mouth over and over as you pulse and squeeze him, he lets out a loud moan as he watches his cock slick with your arousal slip in and out of you while you soak him. He doesn’t slow down or give you time to catch your breath before he’s moving your leg off his shoulder and roughly grabbing your sides so in one quick and smooth motion he has you in his lap as he sits at the edge of the mass of blankets and pillows. You grab onto his shoulders as he fucks his thick cock up into you while you struggle to meet his pace, still feeling floaty and tingly from your orgasm.
“Feel this.” Harry grabs one of your hands and places it on your lower tummy letting you feel the bulge of the tip of his cock against your palm as he thrusts deep inside you. “We are one.” His lips find your neck as he keeps your hand pressed against your tummy. “You’re what I’ve been missing.” He whispers in your ear as he gives you a harsh thrust of his hips, you feel yourself dangerously close to coming undone as his hand slips lower until his thumb is pressing against your clit.
“I’m so-it’s too-oh fuck.” Your words are a mumbled mess as you try to grasp onto any self control you have left but when Harry grabs at the side of your neck with his free hand and forces your head to tilt back so your eyes can lock with his you find yourself losing the battle inside yourself and coming undone with a loud cry of his name.
“So wet and warm.” He says with a moan as he gives the side of your neck a small squeeze. “So perfect.” He growls as he bucks his hips into you with a hungry determination that has you bouncing on his lap, your hands clawing at his shoulders to keep you steady.
“Want to make you mine.” His words flutter through your fuzzy mind, barely making any sense to you when suddenly you’re being picked up and placed on your back with your head at the top of the blankets and Harry hovering over you, his pupils are blown out and there’s a deep sense of need radiating off of him. “Say you’re mine.” You try to catch your breath and make sense of the situation that you’re currently in, clawing at what little shreds of your sanity you can but Harry is too much, he’s too overwhelming in all the ways that make your heart flutter and have you being washed away in a wave of pleasure and completion so you can’t even stop yourself before you just nod and bring your hands up to grab his face.
“Yours-I’m all yours.” And you mean it, you fully belong to the man that’s staring at you with such intensity you think you might explode, your heart leaps and the deepest darkest parts of you feel bathed in a warmth you’ve never felt before as he leans in and places his lips on yours in a kiss that has you grinning when he pulls away.
“All mine.” He mumbles against your jaw as your hands tangle into his hair, he gives you a few harsh thrusts that have you scooting up the blankets until the top of your head meets the wall. He lets out a loud groan followed by your name just as you feel a surge of warmth as Harry finally gets hit with his release, he gives the side of your neck a little bite as he gently fucks you through his orgasm, wanting to give you every last drop he has to offer.
“I knew it.” Is all he says with a smile on his face as he plops down next to you on the blankets. You just turn your head to look at him, too exhausted and a little sore to do much else.
“Knew what?”
“You sound even prettier when you cry out of pleasure.” His voice isn’t teasing or mocking, he says it as if stating a simple fact and it has your face heating up but before you can try to hide in the comfort of your hands Harry is rolling over to his side and sitting up on his elbow so he can grab your hip and pull you closer to him. “Don’t do that.” He gently warns as he runs a finger down the side of your face. “I like to see you.” He says with a smile when he feels your cheek get hot under his touch.
“Can-can I ask you something?” Harry just nods as he continues tracing the soft features of your face. “How long have you uh lived here?”
“Forever.” He answers honestly as his eyes roam over your face and then down your body. “I’ve always been the keeper of this place-the swamp I think is what you call it? I make sure the creatures and things are well looked after and-”
“Do you know why so many people uhm d-die here?” This question makes Harry pause his movements and look at you with an almost pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry I don’t know why I asked you-”
“I know the name and remember the face of every single person that’s died in my water.” You rub your lips together and reach a hand up to trace one of the black vines that flow down his neck to his chest. “It has to be done sometimes.”
“What do you mean?”
“The water needs a soul every few years so it takes one or sometimes I offer it one but it’s to keep the people safe.” Harry explains as he rolls over to his back, not even looking at you as he grabs your arm and helps pull you over to him so your head is resting against his chest. “It would be chaos if it didn’t get its soul-floods that would bring nothing but death so it’s just easier to sacrifice one to save hundreds.” You feel your heart drop at the idea of Harry having to be apart of every single death that happens in his swap, the amount of pain and guilt he must carry around with him that he somehow hides exceptionally well with dimples and lopsided grins.
“How long has it been since the last uhm death?”
“Five years.” His hold on you tightens as he lets out a deep sigh. “It’s been calling for a soul I just haven’t found one yet.”
“Oh.” Is all you say and as he’s proven a few times already it’s as if he already knows you and can tell what you need to hear from him to keep you from diving into the deep end of your never ending thoughts.
“I won’t hurt you remember?” He places his lips to the top of your head making you smile. “I mean it. I won’t let anything or anyone else hurt you either.” You believe every word that comes out of his mouth, finding a sense of comfort in them that has your eyes closing and your breathing evening out enough for you to fall into a peaceful sleep in the arms of a man you don’t even know that well but already feel connected to in ways you can’t explain.
Harry feels a weird pang in his chest as his sits and watches you try to get your dress back on without letting the rips show too much of your most intimate parts that now have to go uncovered due to his roughness with your undergarments. His eyes roam over every inch of you, already missing the way your soft and delicate body feels pressed against his. When you let out a huff and turn to face him he can’t help himself as he reaches out and grabs your hips to pull you so you’re standing between his legs, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he hears the soft little squeak you let out.
“You’ll be back tomorrow?” He asks for the fifth time in the span of ten minutes making you let out a laugh as you nod your head yes. “And the day after that?” He questions as he reaches up and cups the side of your face in his hand letting him feel the warmth that rises to your cheeks when you catch him staring at you.
“Yes I’ll come back tomorrow and the day after that.” Your answer has Harry smiling as he leans forward and rests his forehead on your chest letting you run your hands through his hair doing your best to avoid the random leaves and moss he has tangled in it. “I uhm won’t be able to come until tomorrow night because I have to go get my uh-uhm things from Niall’s house.” Harry’s hands find their way to your backside giving your ass a firm squeeze as you talk, only pausing when you mention a name he hasn’t heard before.
“What things? From who?” He asks as he lifts his head off your chest, he can tell from the way you’re biting your bottom lip that answering his questions is going to cause you pain and it has his hands sliding back up to your hips so he can give them soft squeezes. “Is he the one? The one who made you come here and cry in your little boat?”
“Yes.” You answer truthfully and Harry pushes down his rage and anger towards the individual that hurt you, not wanting you to think he’s at all upset with you. “I have to go.” You whisper sadly as you see the start of the sunrise through the dirty window of Harry’s cabin.
“I want you to have something.” You raise an eyebrow as Harry lifts his hands up and closes his eyes, you watch in amazement as he twirls two fingers around in the air making vines suddenly appear from a small hole in the ground form where one of the planks in the floor gave way and fell into the dark water below. He keeps his eyes closed and twists his fingers a few more times until the vines create a small bracelet, he opens his eyes once he hears it fall to the floor.
“So you’ll always have a piece of me with you wherever you go.” He explains as he slips the bracelet onto your wrist, you run your fingers over it and feel surprised by how soft and sturdy it feels.
“It’s so pretty.”
“Just like you.” He states with no hint of playfulness evident in his voice as he stands up and places a hand on the side of your neck. “You’re all mine right?” You feel as if your whole body is tingling as he tilts your head up so you can look him right in the eyes.
“I am.” You don’t know why that answer falls out of your mouth with such ease, but you also don’t question it because Harry makes you feel wanted and cherished in a way that has you willing to tell him anything if it means he’ll keep looking at you and touching you the way he is right now.
“Good.” Is all he says before he captures your lips in a goodbye kiss that has you gasping for air by the time he pulls away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye Harry.” You stumble a little bit as you turn to walk out his door, leaving him standing there with a smile on his face as you wave bye to him.
When you climb into your boat Harry moves so he’s standing in the doorway, with a flick of his hand your rope is untied and your little rowboat is headed towards the willow trees that keep his home hidden from the rest of the swamp. Harry watches you float away, he smiles when you wave at him one last time before disappearing behind the curtain of vines and it’s not until then that his smile fades and he clenches his fits at his sides. He looks down at the murky water and lets out a low growl as the image of you holding your head in your hands while crying floats into his mind. The name of the man who made you cry comes in flashes of red and it’s then that Harry realizes what he has to do, not even trying to lessen his guilt by saying it’ll be good for the town because this time it’s personal, this time he is going to enjoy doing his duty as keeper of the swamp. Because this year he is going to kill the boy who hurt you, this year he is going to kill Niall.
Hi my lovebugs! Good news and bad new! Bad news is that I am so sorry to split this into two parts but I… went overboard. So the good news is this is now more than just a fictober fic and will probably be a longer one! It’s already over 20k on the doc so we have more to do so I will have a new part next week for you even though it isn’t fictober anymore lol. Let me know what you think, I love you! Xoxo
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Warnings- I do want to say that because she doesn’t know the full extent of what she’s marrying into + it’s ‘arranged’, I’m gonna say there is a slight dubcon warning for this fact. There is no force used and she wants to do it, but because of the other factors I want to go with the side of caution. Manipulation, cult leader! Harry, crazy!Harry, soft!Dom Harry, use of a knife, she feels some leftover guilt from the teachings, gender roles, blasphemy of course, religious elements, praise!kink, oral (f receiving), being told to keep secrets for him
WC- 6.5k
"Stand in front of the bed, my Angel." His voice was soft as he watched her move to stand where he directed, her back facing the bed behind her. “That’s lovely. You look like you belong here, you know that?”
Striding up to her, he was slow in pace as he let his eyes take her in. The stain of wine on her lips, the slight tear and blood stain on her otherwise immaculate dress, it was a vision he visibly enjoyed. “I will tell you a secret. I had a feeling even before the correspondence with Heaven. I knew you were special… Seeing how well you did with teaching the children, how you volunteered to do things outside of your other responsibilities, all of these things impressed me. I won’t lie and say I was largely surprised that you were sent here for me, because Heaven knew exactly the type of woman I would like.”
Stopping in front of her, he took the knife that had pricked their fingers and let the blade glide, blunt side down, over the softness of her stomach through the silk. “It will be a shame to ruin such a beautiful dress, but I will tell you something- I am looking forward to seeing you bare.” Fingers brushed her hair over her shoulder, exhaling slowly. “Are you okay with that, my Angel? I would like to cut this dress off of you and show this body to my eyes.”
Y/N wanted to. The underlying fear of being so vulnerable with someone was there, yes, but this was her Husband. The Teacher. If anyone was to be trusted with her body, it would be him. The anticipation had her fingers trembling before she intertwined them in front of her, finding her voice.
“Yes. I am okay with it, Harry.” Testing out his name on her lips again felt like she was breaking a rule, but the grin that overtook his face in response was breathtaking. Excitment fluttered in her stomach as he stepped closer, letting her feel his heat as his hand cupped the side of her throat, thumb tenderly stroking the skin.
“There it is. Get familiar with me, Angel. I want us to become well accustomed to one another without any layers in between. Our connection… it’s strong already. I can feel it.” His voice was softer than she’d ever heard it, making her preen just a bit.
“I feel it too.” She admitted shyly, looking up at him. “I-I am nervous, though. I am not sure what to do… but I want to be good for you.”
Something flashed in his eyes, something she couldn’t place, but he didn’t seem any less pleased with her as he let out a soft coo, leaning down to ever so gently peck her lips. “I know. I can see it. It’s good that you are. I would be more concerned if you did know what to do. But it’s my job to guide you through it. To teach you how it is supposed to be. If you don’t like something I’m doing, I will stop. I will explain things to you later on in more depth, but you are pure, you are eager to learn, and you were made completely for me.” Another kiss had her eyes fluttering shut as the cool of the knife slid back up her dress in a contrast to the head of his skin.
“Tell me, first. Do you feel the warmth? Feel the fluttering low in your stomach?” He questioned, letting his nose brush against hers. “The tingling between your legs?”
Before she could respond, he slid his hand down her stomach, fingers pressing lightly against the warmth of her lower belly, applying slight pressure. "Right here. Do you feel it here? This fluttering that feels like butterflies are trying to escape?"
“Yes.” She breathed, feeling her stomach quiver at the touch. A man hadn’t ever put his hands on her in this way, but this was the exact person meant to be doing it. There was still a lingering guilt for some reason, a reason she didn’t know. “I feel guilty, a little. Like I’m doing something wrong.”
Harry’s gaze softened despite the darkness of his eyes, shaking his head. “Nothing is wrong. It's only right. It would be wrong if it was anyone but me touching you. It would be wrong if I was touching anyone but you. But this is right. Heaven itself has blessed this. So let go of that guilt, Y/N. The only person you need to worry about at this moment is me. The only thing our touching will do is strengthen our bond, solidify our marriage.” His thumb worked a circle over her lower stomach, moving down to the soft flesh dangerously close to her mound.
“We will do it often. Each time we join… we will get closer to Heaven. They chose us specifically for this. To try and have the most incredible bond, to grow The Book and its reach, to love one another and if they choose, give us children. Sex will be something we have many, many times. I want you to let go of the guilt, because as long as your pleasure belongs to me… it isn’t wrong.”
Y/N felt herself relax a little bit at the reassurance. The idea of a lot of sex was both intimidating and intriguing, but she had more curiosities than she could fit into one singular sentence. “May I ask… What does that mean? It will always be yours because we are the only ones having sex.”
“Precisely.” He praised, tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. “My smart girl… Yes. But even more so, it means that you won’t touch yourself. Not without my instruction. Every single time you go over that peak, that you orgasm, you’ll finish for me. With my name on your lips, with my permission.”
“His thumb trailed down an inch lower, pressing firmly over her covered mons. "If you feel the urge to relieve yourself, you come to me. You wake me up in the middle of the night because I don’t care. If you need to be touched, I am the only one that can do it. You’re too precious to waste a single moment, so I won’t allow it."
Y/N nodded, feeling flush and delighted all at the same time. Of course, the Teacher would be generous. Of course her pleasure would belong to him, because why would she bother doing it herself if he wanted to give it to her? “Okay. That… That makes sense.”
“I’m glad.” He chuckled under his breath. “You have quite the effect on me, my Angel. I think it is a good time to start… To let me see what is underneath this fabric, hm?” He dragged his hand away from where she ached most, pulling her into him until she could feel the thickness of his length against her stomach.
She barely held back the gasp at the size, feeling it yet again as it twitched against her in its fabric confines, but she wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t curious as well.
“Yes, Harry. I’m ready.”
Harry brought the knife back up to the tear he had already made between her breasts, the cool metal pressing against her humid skin. With a gentle touch but firm pressure, he began to drag the blade downwards. The silk parted easily under the sharp edge, revealing more and more of her smooth skin as he went slow, making sure he didn’t harm her with the blade. His movements were slow and deliberate, reverent, unwrapping his precious gift sent from Heaven itself.
The sound of the fabric tearing filled the room as he got closer to her heat, a steady, soft hiss as he slowly revealed more and more of her body. Harry watched intently as the dress fell away, straps falling down her shoulders and silk giving way, exposing her breasts first. Her nipples were already hard from the chill in the air and the anticipation coursing through her veins, a little shiver going up her back as the heat of him radiated towards her. He let out a low hum of approval as he continued to drag the knife down, revealing the plush of her stomach, her hips, and finally, the soft curls between her thighs.
“I see you are a good listener.” He praised, letting the rest of the dress fall to a heap at her bare feet. “Just how I wanted you… every little bit.” His hands replaced the knife, palms pressing against her bare hips as he drank in the sight of her.
Completely bare and vulnerable before him, just as Heaven intended.
"Beautiful..." He murmured, more to himself than to her. His thumbs gently caressed her hip bones while his fingers dug slightly into her flesh. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment." His voice was unfamiliar, husky with desire she could almost taste. Feeling the blatant attraction was brand new to her, almost making her want to shy away- but she liked it, she liked how it made her want to squirm to relieve the throb between her thighs. Having his undivided attention was beyond intimidating, yes, but the knowledge that he was so pleased to see her, to have her body, that he had been thinking of her? That was priceless.
"To have my wife completely bare before me.. I can honestly say I never imagined you would be so perfect."
His hands explored slowly, learning the curves of her, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. He touched her tenderly, not too rough with his exploration as he sought out the places she had always wondered how the feeling would be if someone were to stroke her. "Your skin is like velvet everywhere. It was made for me to touch. Heaven blessed you with the prettiest body I’ve ever seen." One hand slid up to cup a breast gently, thumb brushing over the hard peak of her nipple as an experiment, grinning when she let out a little gasp. "Like these sweet little nipples... already begging for attention."
“You’re too kind." She whispered, ducking her head slightly to watch as his thumb continued to stroke over her nipple. "You always give such beautiful compliments. You make everyone feel so good..." She trailed off, realizing how that might sound. "I mean... Not like that-" She backpedaled quickly, cheeks burning as his chuckle filled the room.
“That’s sweet, Angel. You’re such a sweet girl… but I understood what you meant.” He met her eyes as he pinched her nipple gently, watching her mouth drop as she shuddered. “But you’re the only one I’m going to make feel good like this. This body belongs to me. I’m very lucky Heaven has deemed it so.”
There was no asking for his next kiss, applying more pressure to her lips as she shakily rose a hand to his bicep, breathing deep through her nose as he demanded her attention. The way he kissed was thorough. Deep, commanding, leaving no questions in that he was the one in charge, and she liked it. It felt nice to turn her brain off for a second, letting herself enjoy his kiss and knowing he was the one in charge. She felt stressed a lot about making decisions, what Heaven would want, but if her Husband had the upper hand, there was no way she would do anything bad.
Following his direction would be a way to ensure she was doing what was right.
“Open your mouth.” He murmured against her lips. “Let me taste how sweet your tongue is.”
She listened immediately, though she still wasn’t exactly sure how to do this part. She’d obviously heard of kissing, seen some of it before she came to The Unity, but everything here was very chaste. Little pecks, and soft caresses between married couples in public. Opening her mouth didn’t make much sense, nor had their first kisses, but she trusted him- she wanted to see what he would do, curiosity and her desire to please taking over above everything else.
He knew what to do. Of course he did- he was The Teacher.
Y/N parted her lips slightly, allowing him access to her mouth. It was immediate tongue sweeping in, tasting every inch of her mouth with a hunger that made her knees weak. She let out a soft moan as he explored her mouth, leaving no stone unturned as his tongue brushed against hers in a way that sent shivers through her body and heat between her legs. The throb increased tenfold as he pulled her into him, palming her breast in his hand as he groaned into her mouth. The hunger was palpable, making her lean into him.
Feeling his desire against her stomach, tasting his tongue, Y/N decided she liked this sort of kiss. She liked it quite a bit.
One of the things she wasn’t sure about was where to put her hands. They had been on his bicep, he had seemed to like that, but she wasn’t sure where her hands came into play in this.
Like he could read her mind, he answered her question.
“You can touch me.” He pulled away momentarily, smiling against her lips as she whined. “You have my permission, my beautiful Angel.”
She took his invitation, cautious hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape. She kissed him back with a little more confidence, her tongue brushing against his in a way that made him growl low in his throat- a good sound, she was finding. The sound vibrated against her lips, sending more heat pooling between her legs, a stickiness felt as she squeezed them together. The usual shame she felt for it was much less in this situation, being with her Husband as he held her breast, licked into her mouth, devouring her in a way she hadn’t known possible.
“Are you feeling it now?” He murmured, pulling back from the wet kiss with a bit of their spit connecting their lips. “Hm? Looking a little dazed.”
She did feel dazed. Her head felt light and heavy at the same time, her body hot and aching for something unfamiliar. Her brain was telling her to exercise caution because she didn’t want to disappoint but her body was reacting so strongly to him and his touch that she could feel some of the thoughts were melting away. It wasn’t the first time she had thought of him in an indecent way, but it was the first time she was getting to actually experience it.
“Y-Yeah, I’m feeling a little hot.” She admitted to him, feeling herself sigh as he released her breast and moved towards her behind again, pulling her into him. “I‘ve never felt this way before.”
“It’s the way you are supposed to feel with your husband. Yout match from Heaven. It’s the call to solidify and consummate our marriage- to be filled by me. Get as close as we ever can. Know it can be a bit intimidating, being with me. But it’s a bit different now.” He cooed. “You can touch me. Kiss me. Have me. You will always respect me, always listen to me, but if you ask… I will give you the pleasure you want.”
She felt his hand drifting towards her stomach, releasing her ass in favor to his fingers brushing over the trimmed hair over her mound. Another gasp left her as she let her eyes widen as he looked between their bodies, darker than before. “But I don’t think we will have problems with you being an obedient wife. You’ve been following instructions so well now. As we build our connection… I will trust you more. There are a lot of secrets you may need to keep for the sake of the Unity, my darling. For me. We must never speak of our activities in our bed. Are you willing to do that?”
His fingers pet over the thatch of hair, right above where she wanted his touch. Squirming wasn’t something she was proud of, but she did. Moving in his arms, her brow furrowed as she found her voice. “You can tell me anything. Anything. I would never expose o-our business. I am your wife- your confidant. I-I…” Her mouth opened as he cupped right over her cunt, giving it a squeeze.
“What is it you’re saying, Angel?” He asked softly, though she swore if it was anyone else it would be a bit… mocking.
Why did that make her stomach hot?
“I will keep anything you say a secret. Our marriage is only between us and… and Heaven. I know it is difficult to…” She had to take a big breath as she rocked into his hand, feeling the first sliver of relief as she brushed his palm. The zing of electric pleasure made her choke on her own breath, hand tightening in his hair.
“Finish your sentence.” He commanded, lips curling at the corners as he let her squirm to get the touch again.
“It’s difficult to be so I-important. You have a hard job and I want… I want to make it easier. I swear to you and Heaven that I’ll make you happy.”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear, evidentially, pressing his fingers to her clit and ending the teasing. “That’s why you’re my Wife.”
His fingers rubbed slow circles over her sensitive bundle of nerves, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her let out a soft moan, hips bucking into his hand to seeking more of his touch. The pleasure was intense and foreign, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. All of this was so incredibly new and scary and exciting, and she knew looking at him that this was by far beating the thoughts she would try and pray away at night.
They weren’t a problem now- they were being encouraged.
“You’re so wet for me, my Angel. So hot to the touch… Makes me very happy to know you want it just as badly as I do. Right?” His nose brushed hers, watching her eyes flutter. “I want to take you. Heaven is watching… and we don’t want to bore them, do we?”
“No, no… We don’t want to.” Especially if it meant she got to feel more of the tingling touch that got her nearly shaking.
“That’s my good girl.” The praise settled something warm and soft in her stomach, a little smile pulling up on her lips despite the overwhelming want to squirm as he pet over her clit. “Oh, what a lovely little smile. I want more of that, sweet girl. Do you like it when I call you those nice pet names?”
“Mhm.” Was the best she could manage, feeling him start to back them up slowly.
“Be a good Wife for me, and I’ll keep them coming.”
He guided her backwards until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and he gently laid her down on the soft duvet, petals scattering everywhere. They crinkled under her bare skin as she took a few grounding breaths, her body buzzing from the adrenaline. She’d wanted to whine when his hand had fallen away from her cunt but instead she decided to be good and keep it swallowed back as she waited for further instruction.
Y/N just wanted to be good. Y/N wanted to be the best for him, she wanted to please him, she wanted him to touch her and kiss her and make her stomach flutter and between her thighs warm all over again and she would do whatever she could to have it.
He stood tall between her spread legs for a moment, looking down at her with blatant and hungry need in his eyes as he took in the sight of his wife laid out before him like a offering. He was pleased as she didn’t go to cover herself, keeping her body available for his eyes as he undid his belt and let it fall to the floor with a ‘thump’, the metallic hiss of his zipper following.
Y/N’s breathing caught as she saw it- the ink. It wasn’t just on his hand with the blessed cross, but it covered a good half off his body. Thighs, torso, both arms, collarbones, there were pictures and words everywhere, and she didn’t know where to look first.
“You-You have tattoos?” She asked gently, no judgement in her tone- more so an air of awe. He thankfully saw that, smiling as the trousers fell to the floor leaving him in just his briefs.
“Yes. Heaven told me to get them. Each one is a symbol of a dream they sent, a message we discussed, a mission I accomplished. Not every one, or my body would be filled but… the big ones.” He stroked his thumb over the laurels at his hips. “I will tell you about them when we are less pressed for time.”
Y/N felt another surge of excitment at the idea of being alone with him, getting to know more about his connection to Heaven and the things he had accomplished. Something no one else knew was the amount of ink he had on his body, not at all. They knew about the cross, but that was acceptable.
The rest? If it was anyone else, they’d be forced to keep it covered- or not get anything at all.
“They’re so beautiful.” She complimented, fingers itching to touch. She had never felt a tattoo before, and though it didn’t look raised from the skin she wondered if it would be. If she ran her hands down his arms, if she could feel the etching on it or if it would be smooth like her own.
“Thank you, my darling.” He smiled, dimple deepening as he hooked his fingers in his briefs and tugged them down. “Lay back for me and open your thighs. I have to prepare you for me.”
As the briefs pooled at his feet and he took a step out of them, Y/N's eyes widened in shock at the sight of his erect cock springing free. She had never actually seen one in person before, only heard hushed whispers and descriptions from other women in The Unity outside of a brief Marriage Class that was held once they became Of Age.
Nothing could have prepared her for the reality of Harry's cock, nothing at all.
It was long and thick, the head an angry red and already leaking clear fluid. A few veins lined along the shaft as it stood tall against his stomach, surrounded by a thatch of dark hair at the base. The thickness was just as daunting, twitching a bit as he wrapped his own hand around it and proved her thoughts right- her own hand wouldn’t be able to fit around the thing properly. His sac was tight beneath, full and round, covered in the same dark hair that was scattered along his lower stomach and happy trail, and she was more than intrigued.
She’d known it was big after feeling it against her bum and her stomach, but seeing it without anything covering it was a whole other story.
“H-Harry… is it going to fit?” She asked with her eyes widened, looking between the cock in his hand and his face. “That…. I will do whatever I can to make you happy but I don’t know if it’s possible.”
The last thing she wanted to do was upset him or disappoint him in any way- her motivation was clearly to make him happy, but thankfully he didn’t seem irritated. If anything, he seemed… smug.
Harry let out a low, rumbling chuckle at her question, using his free hand to gently tip her chin up so she was looking at him instead of his crotch. "Oh, my little Angel, it will fit. Heaven made you specifically to take me, after all." He placed one knee on the bed, then the other as he knelt between her spread legs, beginning to stroke his length slowly. Seeing him so big and looming over her would have been intimidating just days ago, but knowing that she had been meant for him, the reminders he gave it, it all made her feel more excitement than anything else. Anticipation to see what would happen next.
Fear was still there, unsure how her body could take that; but she trusted him. He would help her.
"I promise you, it will slide in like it was made to. You were made for me, and I was made for you. Trust me, sweetheart." He leaned down with his hand bracing above her head, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. "Heaven wouldn't have put you in this situation if it wasn't something you could handle. You're a good girl, and good girls get good things." He kissed her again, pressing his forehead to hers. "This is a good thing. A really, really good thing for both of us. Just listen to me and we can make Heaven happy… together."
“Okay.” Y/N blew out a breath, choosing to believe him.
He wouldn’t lie to her.
“That’s my girl.” He grinned, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek, down to her jaw. “I’m in charge here. I will always be in charge of you, and I know what’s best. Right now…” A kiss was laid beside her ear, letting out a happy hum. “You’re going to lay back and let me do what we need to do.”
With the little nod she gave, he felt satisfied with his decision to start kissing down her neck, his lips gentle and soft against her skin, letting the stubble from the day's growth tickle her. He took his time, mapping out inches of her with his mouth as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone, across her chest and between her breasts before licking over her hardened nipples to get that gasp he loved so much out of her before sucking one and then the other, feeling her arch up into his mouth before he pulled away.
It was a bit of a tease, but they had so much to do.
His hand released his cock to grip her thighs gently, spreading them wider as he continued his journey downward.
Y/N hadn’t expected this. She wasn’t fully sure what she had, but she certainly hadn’t expected the affection in his touch, the softness of his kisses and the hunger that was palpable in them as he inhaled her scent and rubbed against her skin. She hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much as his tongue licked over hot skin, her breath catching in her throat as he descended down her body.
People had said sex was necessary to make a child. That it was something that they were doing out of duty- but Y/N wanted this. She wanted it badly, and she hadn’t anticipated being this… needy.
He kissed along her ribs, his tongue dipping out to taste her skin as he made his way to her belly button, circling it with his tongue before moving lower. “I’m going to take care of you, my little gift. Let me teach you…” His nose brushed the hair above her cunt, but she couldn’t squirm much before he held her hips and guided them to still. “It’s what I do best.”
His murmur melted into the background as he spread her thighs wider to fit his body between them.
The last thing she expected was his nose pushing through the neat curls, inhaling deep before mouthing at her inner thighs, making her jump slightly at the new sensation. "So sensitive." He hummed, nuzzling back between her legs, licking up one thigh slowly before he nosed the lips of her sex. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are here?"
No, she really didn’t.
This sort of thing had never been discussed between the women, but Y/N wanted to know what this was. Why was he so close? Why did he enjoy the scent of her? She felt a bit embarrassed being spread open like this, but she didn’t have time to think it through as his tongue nudged between her folds and took a slow, thorough lick up.
“Oh! Oh my goodness.” Y/N didn’t think twice about it as her hand went to his hair, breathing starting to quicken. “What is this? I… I know we are going to have sex but I didn’t know this was part of it.”
“It’s a type of sex.” He pulled back from her pussy, relseasing a thigh so he could run two fingers through her cunt. “Oral sex. Not everyone has it… but I enjoy it. You’re going to spend a lot of time with my mouth between your thighs, precious.” His laugh vibrated against her clit as he kissed it, making her jolt. “Only if you like it, of course. Will you let me show you?”
It felt… dirty. In a good way.
She hadn’t even realized you could feel dirty in a good way. Y/N was wondering if it was okay to like that it felt that way as she nodded at him. “Of course.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, watching as he kissed over the thatch of hair again.
“Oh, my sweet girl. I will stop if you don’t enjoy it… but I think you will. Give it a shot.”
Y/N wanted to, actually. She really, really wanted to, feeling his breath wash over her as she felt him close back in. “I’ll tell you if I don’t.”
“I want to hear from you either way.” He pressed kisses over her again, taking a deep inhale. “Just let me pray for you down here, alright?”
His fingers gently spread her lower lips apart, holding them open as he pressed a soft kiss to her clit. Harry’s tongue flicked out, giving lazy licks up her slit before focusing on her sensitive bud again, Each kiss worshipful, each lick reverent as if he was indeed praying over her most sacred place. “I pray for our marriage…” He murmured into her cunt, hair slowly falling out of its impeccably gelled place by her fingers, a curl falling onto his forehead as he inhaled her. “I pray for your obedience… for my patience. I pray that you understand me… That we work as a team, as Heaven intends.”
Y/N's fingers tightened in his hair as his tongue worked over her clit, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, intense and pleasurable as he licked at her, tasting her where she had never thought she would be tasted. Her hips jerked involuntarily as he pressed a firm kiss to her sensitive bud followed by a slow suck. "Oh my..." She whispered, voice trembling with surprise at her quickly, rapidly growing arousal. His fingers holding her open gave him full access, and she could feel the heat of his tongue exploring her most intimate places- and she liked it.
She loved it, even, as she felt her eyes fall closed as he sucked again over her swollen clit, nuzzling into her pussy like it was his new favorite place.
“Hmmm?” He hummed the question against her clit, making her stomach jump and the tingle come back to her stomach. “I want you to tell me how it feels. I want you to look at me. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.” He instructed, voice a tad bit sharper than before. “M’gonna give you more. Talk t’me.”
Y/N's eyes fluttered open at his command, meeting his intense gaze as he held her open and vulnerable. She felt a flush creep up her cheeks, embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment but also incredibly turned on. The juxtaposition was confusing, but it wasn’t bad.
If anything, she was shocked at just how amazing it was. How comfortable she felt, even being spread out and licked like a dessert.
"It feels... it feels really good." Y/N admitted, voice shaking slightly. His tongue felt amazing against her clit, the suction sending shocks of pleasure through her body that she had never even imagined.
Sex was said to just be for procreation- but this was something else entirely.
"I never knew it could feel like this." She hiccupped, fingers gently scratching at his scalp as he continued his oral worship.
"Good." He murmured, pleased with her response. "That's what I want to hear. I want you to feel good, my sweet Angel." His eyes never left her face, watching her expressions change with every lick and suck. The sight was everything he had hoped it would be, seeing her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.
Harry would be the only one who would ever be able to give it to her, so help him God.
He knew she was innocent, but he also knew she was intelligent and quick to learn. She had been chosen for a reason, he had been drawn to her for a reason, and it was clear now what that was. The chemistry was off the charts.
As he sucked on her clit, he slowly pushed a finger into her, using his mouth to distract her from the slight discomfort of penetration. He believed her when she had said she had never tried this before because he could feel it in how she tensed momentarily, slowly melting back into the bed as he hummed against her yet again.
What he really knew, though, was how much he liked it when she tightened her hand in his hair as he curled his finger gently inside her, finding that spongy spot that made her gasp and buck against him.
“Oh- oh my… Harry.” She whispered, hips moving as he gazed up at her furrowed brows and lip bitten by her teeth. “More? May I have more, please?”
Those manners he loved were out on display… so that was an easy gift he could give her. He added another finger immediately, groaning against her as her hand tugged at his locks and his fingers got a good feel inside her warm walls.
“Oh, I like this. I-I like it so much, Harry. I love it.” The words were almost a giggle in disbelief, and he showed her just how much he loved it too.
His tongue worked overtime on her sensitive bud as he finger-fucked her slowly but steadily, watching every reaction closely through half-lidded eyes filled with hunger.
"You're making the sweetest noises." He murmured against her pussy as he finally could bare to part from her for a moment, licking up her slit as his fingers thrust inside her, watching her chest arch. "Wow, my beautiful Wife… Look at you taking them so well." He watched her back bow slightly to push them deeper, her breathing audible as she squirmed a little.
“I’m good? I’m doing good?”
The tilt to her voice made him coo as he nodded, kissing the wet skin. "You are, Y/N. You are doing so perfectly for me. You're going to be such a good little Wife. Taking your Husband like this… spread open and make those pretty sounds." He sucked on her inner thigh, making her jolt and tighten around his fingers in a way that made him groan.
As much as he wanted to make her finish on his fingers, he was selfish. He wanted her first time to be on his cock, and he was determined to do it. God willing.
As he slowly pulled his fingers from her, Y/N let out a soft whine of protest, her hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to chase after the pleasure he had been giving her, but to no avail. The pleasure that had been building waned and she could probably cry about it, but she didn’t have time to.
Her eyes fluttered open to meet his as he crawled up her body, his lips already brushing against hers in a deep kiss that silenced any further complaints.
"Mmm..." He groaned into her mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, using her own wetness to slide smoothly against her sensitive flesh.
Y/N was overwhelmed with the taste of her on his tongue, unexpectedly sweet and musky and all his. His face was wet with what had to be her and his saliva, but she didn’t mind in he slightest as she cupped his cheeks and let him suck on her tongue.
It was so far away from what she had expected sex to be- so much better- and she hadn’t even been filled yet.
He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, marking her with bruises as he positioned himself at her entrance, getting himself wet for him. "You taste so good, my sweet wife... I will have you every day."
The declaration had her nodding- who would say no to that? Her body was tingling as she felt him shift, pressing his forehead to hers.
“I’m going to push in, and it won’t be comfortable, Y/N. It isn’t because it isn’t right… it’s because all marriages go through pain to have pleasure.” He spoke hoarsely. “It’s a symbol of the sacrifice. No marriage is perfect and this is Heaven’s display of that- but once the pain ebbs, pleasure will flow. You can hold on to me, dig your nails into me, I will take it. I’ve opened you up a bit, but it will stretch more with me inside you. It will fit.” The promise was stern, his breath fanning against her mouth. “You will take me, and you will talk to me. I will take care of you. Okay?”
“Okay.” She whispered, one shaky hand moving to his nape as the other remained. She could be strong for him. His declaration made sense.
“That’s the spirit.” He nodded, reaching between them. “Heaven is pleased with your willingness, and so am I. Are you ready? I need your permission.”
Was Heaven talking to him now? Was it a constant thing? Y/N had many questions, but she had to ask him later. Right now her brain felt like it was going a million miles a minute.
Summary: You're startled during a power outage late one night when your co-worker, Harry, is at your door, drenched from the rain. How does he even know where you live?
Word Count: 4,468
A/N: This is a bit dark you guys! It's a classic stalker story so just keep that in mind as you read and only consume what you can handle! xoxo
Warning: smut, cheating, dark elements, coercion, stalking, aggressive male behavior, size kink, breeding kink, and sort of dubcon via manipulation
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You always loved rainy, stormy nights. It was the best time to snuggle up on your couch with a blanket and a pint of ice cream and watch scary movies. You were supposed to go out with friends but the weather had changed everyone’s plans. Some streets were even flooded and it just wasn’t going to be worth it to get out in the storm to go to some bar and drink gross, expensive drinks and then figure out how you’d get home.
This was far better, you determined, as you dunked your spoon into your cherry chocolate cheesecake ice cream.
Definitely better.
But then a sudden loud crash of thunder shook your windows, making you drop your pint of ice cream onto the floor at the same time you were suddenly shrouded in darkness when your electricity went out, taking your entertainment of the slasher movie you were watching with it.
You tore your blanket off your legs in annoyance and reached down for the ice cream container when you heard another noise making you still your movements as you listened through the heavy sound of rain and wind. It was coming from your back door. You strained your eyes to see through the dark as you placed the carton of ice cream on your coffee table and reached for your cell phone so you could investigate the noise.
Turning on your flashlight app to the brightest setting (thank god for modern technology) you made your way to the kitchen and peeked out the door’s window. But there was nothing that you could see.
You pursed your lips to the side and looked down at your phone and it was then you realized you had no cellular service at all. Which was odd. Sure the wifi was out with the electricity but cell service too? The storm must have knocked out a tower you supposed.
It was 11:47 pm. And since the electricity was out you figured you’d just go to bed. You couldn’t mindlessly scroll social media if you couldn’t get on the internet. So maybe this night wasn’t definitely better than going out with friends would have been.
You sighed to yourself and shined your cell phone light over the floor to make your way to your bedroom when there was the sound of a knock at your front door. Four harsh raps that had you stopping dead in your tracks.
You certainly weren’t expecting anyone and who would be out in such a heavy storm so late? Turning off the flashlight you slowly approached your front window to peek out but it was difficult to make out who was standing in front of your door. You could tell that it was a man but not much more.
Three more urgent knocks startled you, making your skin chill and putting you on edge.
You took a chance to peek through your door’s window at just the edge, hoping the man wouldn’t see you peering out but just as you did so a flash of lightening lit up the entire space around you as well as your front porch and you blinked as you recognized the man at your door.
It was someone you worked with.
You relaxed as you waved out the window and then opened your door. His hair was wet and his clothes were soaked, making his shirt cling to his body.
“Harry! What are you doing here? What’s going on?”
He looked behind himself and placed his hand on your doorframe, “Can I come in?”
You nodded and pulled your door open for him to enter. His presence felt heavy. Something was different about him. You weren’t sure why exactly. You didn’t know him all that well but he seemed nice enough at work. But in that moment he felt like a different person.
Closing your door you turned to face him, trying to push down the odd feeling you were getting, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Got caught in the rain and just needed a spot to ride it out a bit. S’okay if I hang out here until it lets up?” He stepped in toward you which put you right back on edge again.
“Uh… I mean yeah. Sure. Were you in the area? I thought you had a car.”
Harry’s dark figure loomed over you as he spoke, “I have a car. It’s down the street. And yes. I was nearby.”
You backed up for some space, “Oh. Did your car break down?”
“Something like that.”
You tried to steady your breaths. Something was off.
“Did you enjoy the flowers I got for you, Y/n?” Harry’s chest was rising and falling heavily as if he’d been running just before.
“Um…” you looked down at the cell phone in your hand and back up to the man as your eyes began to adjust to the dark, “Was that you? I didn’t realize… I thought they were delivered to me by mistake.”
You’d gotten flowers sent to you at work on Friday afternoon. A gorgeous bouquet stuffed with lovely flowers in a pretty glass vase. At first, you thought your boyfriend had sent them but when you texted him he got upset that someone else had sent you flowers.
The card read “To my little flower.”
You chalked it up to being sent to the wrong person because there was no name on anything.
Harry shook his head as he moved closer, “Those were from me. So were the chocolates the week before. And the gummy bears before that. But I was disappointed to find out you had a boyfriend.”
You swallowed and felt your back press into your door. You wondered if you could make a run for it but Harry twisted your deadbolt and then placed a palm flat on the wood next to your head, “How long have you been seeing him?”
You nodded, “Umm. For almost a year.”
Harry turned his head to look around your living room. You were feeling all kinds of weird things in that moment.
The first was fright. Harry’s sudden aggressive behavior was a shock to you. You were also feeling very curious about what was going on. Why was he in your home? How did he know where you lived? What was he planning on doing? But the most concerning thing you were feeling was that trickle of adrenaline and excitement.
Because that was another thing. Harry was probably the hottest guy you’d ever seen. All the girls at work gossiped about him in private. Talked about how fit he was, how handsome, his hair, his eyes, his voice… You did find him quite alluring, you’d just never gotten the chance to really get to know him. Plus you had a boyfriend to think about so getting close to another man wasn’t a good idea anyway.
“A year? Really?” You could see the outline of his face and the slope of his nose as he licked his lips, “And he’s not here right now with you?”
Shaking your head you kept your eyes on his. You didn’t know what his next move was going to be.
And when he lifted a hand up to delicately run his fingers over your cheekbone a shiver was sent down the knobs of your spine and you closed your eyes, “No. He’s at home. He doesn’t live here.”
You heard a small laugh press through his nostrils, “I know he doesn’t live here. I’m just fucking with you.”
You opened up your eyes in confusion and you saw a smirk on his face, but he didn’t back away from you to give an inch of space.
“See I’ve been keeping track, Y/n. I know almost everything there is to know about you. Pretty little flower needs something her lame boyfriend can’t give her.”
A shuddered breath left your lungs, “What do you mean?”
Harry’s gentle fingers at your cheekbone lowered to your jaw, “I mean look at what’s going on right now for example. You’ve got the big bad wolf standing in your living room, ready to do ungodly things to you, and your shithead boyfriend is safe at home, probably with his sidepiece because he never cared about you in the first place.”
You swallowed and shook your head, “What? Sidepiece?”
Harry’s dark chuckle vibrated out of his chest as his thumb ran up the side of your neck, “That’s right, little flower. Marco has been cheating on you. Some skinny girl with ratty hair. God only knows what he sees in her when he’s got you at the helm. A shame you’ve chosen such a loser. I would worship the ground you walked on if you were mine.”
“What are you going to do to me?” You had a hard time keeping your thoughts in a straight line. Marco was cheating? It could be a ruse. Perhaps Harry was lying. But also the stroke of his thumb at your neck was pressing harder into your skin and it was causing your head to go dizzy and your limbs were heating up.
Harry’s pink lips curved up into a wicked grin, “I have a few things that I’d like to do to you. Would you like to hear them?”
Did you want to know? Was he going to hurt you? That, you didn’t want. You weren’t much of a fan of pain. But if he were to force himself on you somehow… Maybe if he were to take you to your bed and do something ungodly to you… well, what would that entail?
“Yes.” You squeaked out pathetically.
That dark smile on his face widened, “That’s a good sign, flower. Honestly, I kind of expected a little more of a struggle from you. But you seem to like this so far. That’s going to make this so much easier. So much better for us.”
He moved in toward your face and then you felt his breath on your jaw and down your neck before he spoke against your skin and you felt that icy prick of exhilaration cover your body, “I’ll be soft with you as long as you let me. If you fight me it’s going to be a lot less soft, understand me?”
You knocked your head up and down in an affirmative nod as you held your breath.
His plushy mouth pressed over the side of your throat and you felt his tongue drag upward to your jaw, “First I want to taste you. Need to know what you smell like. Find out how thick your arousal gets and what your flavor is on my tongue.”
You gulped down the moan you nearly let out as you closed your eyes and his lips nipped over your skin to the front of your neck, “But then I want to know what you feel like, Y/n. Want to know how it feels when your insides are wrapped around my cock. Want to hear your pretty voice saying my name when you come. Want you to forget all about Marco. Because I want you for myself. Yeah?”
You felt like you were in a dream. Maybe it was just a dream. One of those strange fever dreams that feels like it’s happening but then it feels too weird to be real. And if it was just a dream… well what was the harm in it?
“Yes.” You whispered, your voice hitching up an octave.
“Yeah? You want that flower? Because if you do there’s not going to be any turning back. I won’t be able to let you go after this.”
You lifted your shaky hands up to his chest, feeling the moisture from his shirt under your palms. His heated skin underneath was taut and well-muscled. But of course, you knew he was strong and fit.
Harry kissed up your jaw and then his mouth was pressed against yours and the sizzle of your bodies pressed together was like an electric shock to your system as your mouth opened for his with ease. You smoothed your hands up his pecs, to his shoulders, and then to the back of his head into his wet hair. You allowed a moan to fall from your mouth against his and he shifted his hips before lifting you up by the back of your thighs and making you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked you to your bedroom, like he knew exactly where he was going.
He dropped you down to your bed and peeled his shirt off. So many tattoos that you had a hard time making out in the dark but you saw the inky designs, some blending together, some letters, numbers, drawings…
You felt his hands tear down your night shorts, taking your cotton panties with them in one quick tug, and then he began to undo his pants, pushing them down his sturdy legs as he kept his gaze on yours.
You felt like a different person. Like this was happening to someone who was taking over your body. The darkness of your room lit up with a lightning flash and then the heavy roll of thunder shook your house.
Harry crawled over you, his bulky frame covering you completely as you felt his fingers pulling your t-shirt off until your breasts were bare and the cool air of your dark room covered you in chills.
But he dipped down and placed his warm palm on one of your breasts while his mouth suctioned at the other side, pulling gently at your nipple and then lapping at your skin until he moved to the other side, warming your skin with his lips and his saliva.
“Gah!” You panted as you felt his teeth dig into your bud and you lifted your head to peer down at him.
Harry smiled against your nipple and then lifted himself to look down at you, “Sorry. Said I’d be soft. Might just accidentally nip at you here and there. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you, Y/n. How desperately I need you,” he ducked his face down between your breasts and dotted hot kisses down the center of your tummy until he gripped the inner parts of your thighs and pushed them apart so he could tuck himself in between.
You let out the loudest gasp you’d ever let fall from your lungs when you felt his soft lips peppering kisses up your labia. Harry’s tongue jutted out between your crease and you felt the warmth of his wet muscle slide up until he bumped into your clit.
“Oh flower…” he breathed against your cunt, “Better than I imagined…”
When he wrapped his plush lips around your clit you sucked in a sharp breath and let your head fall back into your blankets as Harry’s arms caged you in by the back of your thighs.
You’d never been eaten out with such enthusiasm. Marco always acted like he was going to hurt you so it usually felt like a limp rag against your pussy, which did absolutely nothing for you. But Harry felt like a real man with a warm mouth and a big wet tongue going at you like he was frustrated. Crazed.
His moans vibrated over your core and up to your hips as you wiggled under him, softly bucking yourself up against him.
“Oh!” You moaned loudly and reached down to grab onto anything when you felt his hand pull at yours and slide his fingers between your digits as he pressed it down into the mattress. But he did not let up his licking and sucking and it felt like the whole world would crumble around you if he let go of your hand.
The sound coming from between your legs was proof of how wet you’d gotten. He had worked you up into a frenzy without much effort at all. You weren’t sure if it was the way he was eating you out, or the very strange circumstance of him showing up at your place and making some kind of claim on you but you knew you’d give yourself to him if that’s what he wanted. Even if it was wrong. Even if made you a bad person. Even if Harry was a bad person…
“Shit! Oh ffff…” you yelped when he focused on your clit and it stung your flesh in the most salacious way you’d ever felt. You swore he was sucking the soul right out of you and inhaling it whole for himself.
Your whines grew loud as you squeezed his hand and his shoulders pressed harder into the backs of your thighs. He said he’d be soft but this wasn’t soft. It was better. It was hot and twisted and you should have been ashamed at how much you liked it but you were on the cusp of an orgasm and you couldn’t stop yourself.
The world around you went blank except for Harry’s mouth and his hand wrapped around yours. There was no telling how long you were shaking or crying his name or how loud you’d been or even where you were in that moment.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt those soft pink lips gliding up your body and then finding your neck, a harsh suck making you coo in ecstasy. Everything in your body felt exactly right. Harry had turned you into another woman and his warm body covered you possessively. You were his and he’d just shown you that.
“Tasted like sunshine and butterscotch,” his lips smeared over your cheek hotly, “My little flower deserves her cunt eaten properly every day. Now that you’re mine you’ll never go without.”
You sighed and then you felt his warm shaft against your pussylips. He still had your hand in his as he looked down at you and lined up his tip with your opening, pushing in only his bulbous head.
You hissed at the tightness of it, arching your back into him.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna go in slow so it doesn’t hurt. Tiny little hole needs worked open, yeah?”
You nodded with a whimper, “It’s so… you’re so big… oh god…”
“We’ll get you used to it. Don’t worry sweet, flower. Gonna take good care of you…”
His fat cock slowly took up inch by inch of your insides. You’d never felt such a full feeling from a cock before. Harry’s dick was thick and the further he pressed inward you could tell he was also long.
He slowly backed himself out to the tip and kissed your mouth with a quick peck before smiling down at you as he drove back in, pushing deeper yet. The kind of stretch he was giving you felt impossible. Even your huge dildo (which you hid from Marco so as not to hurt his fragile feelings of seeing a toy that was bigger than he was) didn’t feel this big, didn’t give you this kind of fullness.
There was the sound of a soft squelch of your pussy getting stuffed as he bottomed out. He nuzzled his face into your neck and panted softly as he thrust deeply. You could feel your insides getting moved around, rearranged, and prodded into.
It did something to your brain to know your pussy was making a man with such a big cock feel like you were. You could feel his cock twitching as he rocked into you. The front of his thighs pressed into the back of yours as he fucked you with his large dick.
“You feel that, flower?” His hot breath cascaded over your neck as he spoke.
“Mmm… I feel it all, Harry…” you moaned in response as you flexed your hand inside of his and brought your other hand up to his broad back to hold onto his outer lat.
“I can tell you feel it too. Feel me way up in your tummy, spreading you open like you’ve never been. Feels like I’m fucking a virgin right now,” he trembled as kept up his languid pace.
And compared to anyone else you’d slept with, yeah… you could say you were like a virgin. You’d never had anything so large inside of your pussy and you knew you couldn’t go back to anything less.
“Gonna get you fucked and filled so nicely every day. My little flower… fuck… feels so tight and wet around me. So warm. Just begging for my come.”
You moaned out breathily. Every stroke of his shaft and dip of his crown into your guts had you reeling. It was so much and so good. You were already addicted to the way he was fucking you and talking you through it.
“I need your come, Harry. I need you in my womb so bad…” you panted your words but you weren’t sure if those words had come from you or not. Maybe you were just cock drunk or cock dumb or whatever it was you’d heard of that happened to some people when they were getting a good dicking but it was something you’d never experienced and you wanted him to claim every part of you. You’d never before asked for anyone’s come. You’d never fucked without a condom. But Harry was the exception to everything.
His slow, deep plunges were driving you insane. Every sticky wet slide of his cock through your walls, every time you felt his balls fit up against your ass, every grind of his hips against yours… it made you feel obsessed. Like an unstable lunatic, hungry for something that no one else would ever understand.
“Need me deep in your womb, flower?” Harry pasted his hips to yours and rocked against you, making you squeal at the press of his tip into your cervix, “Is that what you want? Want me to stuff you with my come and give you babies, make you mine forever? Yeah?”
“Yes! Please!” You gasped when he bit into your neck as the roll of his back and his hips into you suddenly faltered and his rhythm grew sloppy.
Harry trembled over you as he pressed his nose into your jaw, his moans growing louder and his cock was twitching, leaking precome as his balls squeezed into his body preparing for his orgasm.
But the way he was glued to your pelvis and every grind down into you sent glorious sparkles down your spine that spread over your pussy as he was smushed against your clit.
The moment you felt your orgasm start to unfold and burst your vision went black as your heart pounded and your pussy gushed around him.
When Harry felt you squeezing him tight with a spasming pussy and he knew you were coming he coughed out a moan as he allowed himself to pound into you, finally punching through your walls the way he wanted as he fucked you through your release. Long, slick, aching strokes with skin wetly slapping, your bed rocking with each strong thrust, until Harry’s gasps of pleasure finally poured out of his lungs as he came inside of you. Inside of his sweet flower.
He pumped and throbbed as he pressed in deep, stilling his hips against yours with his heart pounding wildly. It was heaven. Bliss. He knew it would be.
Your body was limp under his as you began to come down and you felt him thick and pulsating inside of you as he drained himself into your womb just like you wanted. The grip he had on your hand ached but you loved it as he used your pussy for his pleasure. Deep whimpers fell from his chest.
Everything swirled and sparkled and twisted around you in some divine kaleidoscope. His dark words spoken into your ear, “You’re mine now, flower,” had you smiling and humming in delight. It was all you wanted. He was all you needed.
. . .
You woke up to your phone alarm sounding next to you on the bed. The tiniest bit of light was peeking through your curtains as you sat up and found your phone to shut off the noise. You were in a daze as you looked around yourself and realized you were alone in your bed.
You pulled your brows together and looked around your room. Your clothes were on the floor and memories of the night before began to flood your mind. Harry. Where was Harry?
Throwing the blankets off your naked body you looked down over yourself and felt that warm flush of excitement crawl over your skin at the thought of what had happened. You slid on your t-shirt and walked into your hallway, “Harry?” You called his name but there was no response.
Your living room was left just as it had been the night before. Your front door was unlocked and the carton of half-eaten ice cream was sitting on your coffee table, all melted inside.
You shook your head as you peeked into your kitchen and then went into your bathroom, flicking on the light and there lying on your vanity was a flower. You picked it up as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Two big dark splotches on your neck told you that you weren’t going crazy. That something had happened last night.
Unless you’d done it to yourself somehow? You leaned in to look closer in the mirror as you ran your fingers over the skin on your throat and frowned. Maybe it had just all been a dream. It definitely felt like one.
You sighed as you stepped back and retraced the events of what you remember. But it was hard to recall the details exactly. You were so gone for Harry, your co-worker, and he’d been so aggressive yet so soft at the same time.
Perhaps it had just been a dream. A wild dream that had you coming twice and begging for him to come inside of you.
You laughed as you ran your hands over your face and shook your head. Maybe you were going crazy. It didn’t explain the flower or the splotches on your neck but somehow, in the light of day, it all felt like nothing more than a fantasy. It made more sense that it would have just been a dream. What were the chances your hot co-worker had come to your house in the middle of the night and fucked you so good you were ready to marry him and give him babies? No, that wasn’t real. Because that wasn’t you.
You looked back at yourself in the mirror with a grin. The only thing you knew for certain at that moment was that you’d never think about Harry the same way again.
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Dark Harry smut where he fucks reader til she’s cock drunk please?
i kind of strayed away from this but here's some dark harry smut. this isn't very detailed or explicit but i couldn't think of how to make it detailed
harry overheard you today talking to ginny, "i don't know ginny, harry just hasn't been there recently. he's normally so attentive and i really don't want to complain but i feel like he doesn't want me anymore." harry clenches his fist and his jaw as he hears you doubt his love for you.
later on that night when he finds you in bed scrolling on your phone he pounces, climbing on the bed and hovering over you. "i love you so much." before you can reply harry leans down and kisses you hungrily, running his hands over your body.
caught up with harry's kisses you're barely aware that he's lifted up your shirt so he can play with your tits. he's silencing thanking you for not wearing a bra to bed. you whimper as harry pinches your nipple and he smirks.
harry's put you in a mating press and you haven't even realised until he's entering you, making you gasp at the stretch. "harry slow down, you're too big," you say breathlessly. he ignores you.
"mine. you're mine," he groans at you possessively speeding up his thrusts.
you grab hold of his arm, digging your fingernails into the skin, pain and pleasure simultaneously taking over your body. "yours," you whimper, bringing harry's body down to yours so you can kiss him. "yours," you repeat against his lips.
Severitus but it's just the golden trio being dark and Severus covers for them😭 like I can imagine them being in slytherin and people think Draco would be Severus favorite only for Severus to be like
