a little red
TW: this includes minor knife-play.
you and harry decide to experiment a little during sex after a couple shots and find out what you both liked. what did come out of this experience is the knowledge that you both really enjoyed masochism...
parties are a big thing in the Gryffindor common room, especially on a Friday night. and harry loves these parties, because that almost always means his room is empty, and he likes to take advantage of this fact with his girlfriend a lot.
Everyone puts on their sluttiest outfits. There are drinks and food on the tables, loud music, it’s dark with flashing lights and the smell of cigarettes is everywhere.
these parties consist of various different things. when you walk in you get overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol and drugs on the floor and tables. there is obviously dancing and chatting, people who are making out in the corner. it looks like a typical high school frat party.
you and harry always stuck to chatting, occasionally with a cigar in your hands.
and while you were going at it with your friend, you suddenly felt two cold hands on your waist, warm breath by your ear, and such an overwhelming smell of your favourite perfume, you immediately knew who it was.
Harry Potter.
Man does that boy make you crazy.
you and harry had such a wild, complicated relationship. you’ve been together for years, and still your love has only strengthened into something so strong it can only be described as obsession. you were always there for each other, as a source to take all the stress away in form of fucking or just talking, it didn’t matter.
you felt his breath on you while he whispered in your ear “I'm tired, can we go to my dorm, please?"
He asked in such a voice he knew you couldn't say no to, so you agreed, excused yourself, and followed him up the stairs to his dorm.
Since you were both drunk, you stumbled a bit the way to his bed. there was this energy in the room when you entered, laughing and clinging onto each other.
it was always like this after these parties, being so busy all the time didn’t leave you two much private time together, so these moments are the only time you and harry get to do whatever you wanted, and a lot of those times you use it for having sex.
harry stumbled over to you, pressing himself against you, smiling. he took your waist and pulled you against him, making sure you won’t back up, and attached his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. his soft lips melting into yours, his hands feeling your body everywhere, while yours explored his body, going from his hair to his chest.
the warm feeling of you touching each other enhanced the red tint on your cheeks, both blushing furiously. a strong feeling settled deep down in your stomach, lowering into your core.
desperately wanting to feel him, you tried to move against him, hoping for any type of friction, but when harry noticed he broke apart and took a step back. you started protesting but harry cut in before you could. “i’ll take care of you, but first,” he took of his belt and pushed you onto his bed, making you lay down.
confusion took over, but soon it got replaced with trepidation. not because you didn’t trust harry, but because you knew whatever he will do to you will have you screaming with your legs trembling.
the belt harry previously took off was cold against your skin as harry tied it around your wrists. even trying remotely to release yourself was impossible, harry seemingly has tied it at its tightest.
“harry, what are you doing?” your voice trembled already. harry slid your shirt above your head until it was at your arms, he slid your pants completely off of you, leaving you in your panties.
he leaned down, his lips almost touching you, but instead of kissing you yet, he whispered so softly to you, his breath fanned against your skin and lips, his voice was almost so soft you didn’t hear him.
“it’s ‘what are you going to do?’, I’ll make sure you’ll feel better after this, I promise, my love.” his pet name didn’t go unnoticed, as the fact he whispered it more softly you almost didn’t catch it.
his lips felt soft against yours. at first, he kissed you softly, sweetly, then gradually it got more passionate. kissing you, hard, his hands roamed over your whole body and stopped abruptly at your lower stomach, just above your panties.
while his lips moved from yours to your neck and everywhere harry could kiss and bite, he pushed gently against your lower stomach, making you arch your back slightly and trying to feel some friction.
“you have to trust me okay? be patient, you’ll get what you want, I promise.” his voice was so soft, it almost seemed like he’s scared to hurt you by his words, his lips were touching your skin gently.
“I trust you, harry,” you replied, more than this not coming up in your mind, being so distracted and in need for him to touch you everywhere he can.
harry looked down to you, seeing how beautiful you are. he smiled, baring his white teeth. he seemed to examine you for ages, while he was just cherishing your beauty and this moment. he always loved seeing you bare. it felt good baring yourself to each other, giving each other everything. its not just sex, its giving the most of yourself to the other, that’s why he loved this with you.
"safe word? Wouldn't want to hurt you," he asked, so sweetly.
This was one of the things you loved about harry. he cared, he didn't want to do something you don't want and would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt. He always made sure that you're comfortable with whatever you two are doing.
"I don't know." you whined softly. the need for him building up. it felt like forever, it was taking way too long.
in deep concentration, harry wracked his brain for something easy for you to say for the moment it gets too much.
"don't know? What about your favourite color. Red, maybe?" he suggested.
It was true, red really was your favourite color, and the fact that harry remembers such a small detail that you’ve probably only mentioned once briefly made you blush. your love for him always increasing.
"okay." you couldn't and didn't really want to talk, the need for harry eating you up by the minutes. the warmth seemed to evaporate as harry sat up and stood in front of the bed.
"okay. let's take this off, shall I?" He took off his white blouse and unzipped his pants , throwing away his clothes leaving him bare in his boxers. His light abs just showing. he walked up to you, sitting on top of you, his hands reached your panties, and before sliding them off of you he looked at you for your consent, as always. you nodded immediately, feeling the need for him growing by the second.
"Please Harry, I need you to touch me," you cried out, it took too long. you need him. it felt like an eternity ago that he touched you. your breathing was already exhilarated, and you felt like you had run miles long.
"I will, I promise. someones desperate, not that i would say I'm not," he chuckled, caressing your cheek, his other hand on your stomach. he lowered himself and started kissing, biting, licking any skin he could reach. whimpers escaped your lips. Harry grazed your neck before whispering in your ear "you really want me to do this?", "Yes, I do. please harry," you basically begged.
"Okay, I’ll do anything you tell me. tell me to stop." He grabbed something shiny out of his drawer, but you couldn't really see it as it seemed to be really small.
“No,.” you whined out. then you felt it, he dragged it down your chest, to your stomach, and to your thighs. it was cold and in some areas felt sharp. Your mind felt scrambled, not being able to identify the object, but Harry showed you. He held it in front of your face so you could see it, and pushed the tip to his finger, a bead of blood appearing from where he pushed it in. It was a knife, a very sharp and pretty one. this was new, and kind of scary and exciting, making you surprised that you were actually enjoying it.
harry lowered the knife to your skin, just bellow your collar bone to your chest. your breath hitched, and your heartbeat managed to accelerate even further. you knew harry wouldn't actually hurt you, just tease you a bit, and you knew he would stop the moment you wanted him to, that's why you felt so good and secure doing something like this, you wouldn't trust anyone else with a knife to your chest.
whimpers escaped your throat, showing harry just how much you anticipated this. he grinned down at you, knowing just how much you need this. "you're such a pretty girl, d'you know that? so pretty and good and well behaved." he said, the knife at your chest, not pressing hard enough to break skin, but just to feel a pinch.
"look it's your favourite color isn't it baby?" harry asked. he trailed his finger down your front, leaving a red path of his blood behind, the knife following it. he was scared to push the knife hard enough to draw blood incase it hurt you, so he refrained from it. you noticed, and secretly hoped he would give in. you seemed to like the feeling of trepidation that he would actually draw blood. you liked the pain, and feeling the hot red liquid of his finger trailing down your stomach, it made you want to feel the pain yourself.
"harry please, it's not going to hurt me like that." you tried to reason. wanting this more than anything at the moment. it was experimenting, and what would be the purpose if you didn't actually try it out?
reaching out, harry left the knife on your torso and leaned in for a kiss. it was gentle and caring, almost like he was too afraid to break you. his hand caressed your cheek while the other rubbed you on your hip. "i know baby." he whispered to you and lowered himself just enough for his erection to barely touch you where you wanted him most. rolling his hips once, twice. gently grinding into you while the cold sharp object balanced on your stomach. a moan escaped your mouth, while harry groaned out of pleasure and desperation.
he picked the knife up again with the hand that was at your hip and dragged it down again. when the knife reached your lower stomach, drawing closer to your thighs, which harry was still thrusting into, he angled the knife higher so the tip was perpendicular to your thigh, making it dig in your thigh. you sucked in a breath and felt harry rub his thumb across your cheekbone. he kissed you before angling your left thigh up higher, enhancing the feeling of him against you. the room was filled with your, and harry's sounds.
he was still gentle but chasing whats needed, not quite there to finish the job, but also not to make you cry out in desperation for his touch. "I'll be so good to you sweetheart, I promise." his voice just loud enough for you to hear. you couldn't reply, couldn't do anything, just being patient and waiting for him to enter you.
abruptly stopping, you whined out for him, but harry just stood up, put the knife down and lowered his boxers, pulling them off completely, freeing himself, but not before you saw the huge wet spot on his bulge. red crept up your neck to your cheeks, but it turned you on even more.
"harry," you whimpered, indicating for him to come back to you. this felt like so much, yet still not enough. the red on your body intensified the feeling of the tension somehow. you wanted him to release you, just so you can give him a kick, a head start.you tried to pull your hand from his tied belt around your wrist but it didn't budge. harry obviously noticed and looked searchingly at you. "what do you want to do darling?" he asked.
you huffed out "can you let my hand go? just one please." and harry obeyed immediately, leaning over to loosen it enough for you to tug your hand out. then, you rubbed his blood in, bloodying your hand. harry just stood watching you at the end of the bed, seemingly fascinated. this was when you got a really good look of him. his hair messy, sweat lining his forehead, making his hair stick to his face. rose tinted cheeks, breathing heavily, a glint of sweat everywhere, and mouth swollen, pink, and slightly parted. when your eyes traveled further down a loud erection almost screaming to you to tease him. the size of him always overwhelmed you, really never getting used to it, but he was always so gentle and caring with you whenever you needed him to be. but now, this time, it's different. you wanted all of him in one go, not gently and slowly driving into you like it's your first time.
your hand trailed downwards, past your abdomen and now digging into your wet folds, harry's blood mixing with your fluids. he watched intently, his cock achingly hard, veins bulging from his and precum already dripping from his tip. you didn't go further than just touching yourself, wanting harry to do it for you, but it was just enough to set you off.
"please harry, I need this from you." you pleaded. desperation was so loud in your tone, harry didn't need telling twice. "I'll do anything for you." and he got on the bed, crawling over you to align himself with you between your thighs. he lifted your thighs over his hips, picked up the knife again, and started to slide it down to your thigh once more, actually digging it enough to break skin and satisfy the feeling of need inside on you.
red trails down your thigh now, and you love it. the sting of the air hitting the wound sent a wave crashing in your stomach, making you moan. harry saw how much you enjoyed this, and didn't stop. he started carving something gently in your skin, just small cuts forming something, and when you moaned and cried out his name and arched your back for more you looked down at his artwork. it was his name, specifically a nickname you used for him. it was a very messy scraping of haribo, something you used to call him all the time, which he loved just like you loved calling him this.
then, when you arched your back, hoping to feel him dig into you, he leaned down and licked the blood dripping down from the wound. his hot saliva mixed with your blood, covering your thigh messily, but turning you on even more.
"did that make you feel good?" harry asked, sitting up again, your legs high and wrapped around him, the head of his cock at your entrance.
"you did harry. please, I need this." you couldn't wait anymore, it felt like you would explode if you didn't feel him right now. He put away the knife and leaned over you. then, in one go, harry pushed himself deep inside of you, burying himself completely into you.
crying out from overwhelming pleasure, you threw your head back, mouth open and eyes closed. harry moaned out and stayed still for a second before pulling out again and thrusting hard into you again.
the pressure in your stomach is building rapidly, harry keeps pulling out completely and thrusting into you with full force, managing to rip a cry out of your throat every time. he's moaning just as loud as you, which you loved. boys tended to keep quiet, but harry didn't keep it in, he is as loud as he needs to be.
he formed a steady pace, constantly filling you up completely to the brim. you were both sweating and crying out, complimenting the sound of skin hitting skin. the ache building up in your stomach threatening to explode. your wound wasn't leaking blood anymore. the blood that spilled dried out on your skin, but harry rubbed his hand over it, soothing you. he called you sweet things and whispered praises in your ear, his lips were everywhere where he could reach, he played with your breasts who felt abandoned after all of this.
harry made you feel amazing, and he always did never falling short. you always wanted to do the same for him, and you did. harry always felt immaculate after spending time like this with you, he was always scared to cut it short by finishing early.
leaning down, harry kissed you, more and more until you were gasping for air. a knot formed in your stomach, which needed releasing immediately. harry felt you gripping him tightly, and made sure to watch you intently, wanting to see you fall apart under him. every thrust made a wave crash against your bones, the feeling making you tear up from pleasure. it felt like you were almost there, and harry lifted your leg up higher, hitting a spot that makes you beg for him more and more, like he wasn't inside of you already.
"i know baby, come on, for me." he managed to groan to you, the feeling of you tightening around him making it difficult for him to stay focused, to stay above the line. "it's okay baby,"
and with that and a last roll into you, you came apart, crying out for harry and shaking uncontrollably. "oh harry," your eyes rolled to the back of your thrown back head, tears leaking out underneath your eyelids. your screams filled the room, and the grip you have on harry was what sent him over the edge.
both of you coming apart on each other enhanced the feeling of actually coming down. harry's cum filled you up completely, while your fluids completely ruined him. after what felt like forever, the pressure fizzled down, and you felt like you could breath again. "y/n," he answered, moaning.
harry dropped on top of you, and held you for ages, cuddling up to you and making sure you felt good. he cleaned up your cut and lifted the comforter on top of both of you.
"you were so good harry." you said, looking at him. he smiled and kissed you, still rubbing you wherever he could. "anything for you baby."
"I suppose this whole new thing really worked out didn't it? it was..." you trailed off, thinking intently. you really enjoyed this, and the opportunity to learn something new about you and harry and what you both liked. "good." you decided.
harry nodded and yawned "yeah, i agree. I'll do whatever you want to try. I guess it's good," you agreed. hugging him tighter and leaving small kisses everywhere. you looked forward to keep trying new things with harry, the feeling of getting to know each other's body turned you on.
now you both decided to tidy up your mess the next morning when you've slept off the tipsiness. sleeping with harry was your favourite part. "goodnight baby." harry kissed your lips gently.
"goodnight haribo." you whispered.
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