two one shots.
looking through my old journal i found a couple of little one shot HP/DM angry sex/rape/whore fics. which are always hot. so i'll post them.
Title: Whore
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Whores are only good for one thing and Draco knows it.
Disclaimer: I am nothing more than a mere peasant boy to the rich and mighty JKR
Word count: 1,200
Dedicated to charlotteschaos for getting me out of a writers block rut. Fuck yeah.
I snickered at the naked boy who lay in front of me on the bed. Eyes closed, mouth open, back arched and arms spread-eagled as he waited for his cherry to be stolen.
It hadn’t been hard to get Potter like this. It had actually been too fucking easy. After a quick, gentle rubbing of his cock and whispering sweetly in his ear, it hadn’t been long before he was on his knees being skull-fucked like there was no tomorrow. Looking down and seeing his nose buried in my pubic hair was one thing, but hearing him gag and almost choke on my dick had almost made me shoot right there and then. I quickly pulled out and announced that I wanted my cum to go in another hole of his. A more tighter hole.
Potter tried to back out of it then. Said he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to go that far, and could he please just suck me off instead? So I played along. For a little while, anyway. I guided Potter’s head back towards my crotch with one hand, and snaked the other down to my cock and began to stroke. Like the hungry, little slut that he was, he had at once opened his mouth and attempted to take the entire length of my dick down his cocksucking throat, but I soon stopped that behaviour with a quick slap round his head. We’d either do this my way, or no way at all.
He got the message fast. And I was pleased to see Potter’s cock violently twitch at the slap. So, he got off on being the whore. Well, I was certainly more than happy to treat him like one. Holding the base of my cock, I rubbed the head around his lips, painting them with a sticky pre-cum lipstick, before slapping his cheeks with my dick, silently sniggering at the force I was doing with, and the fact that Potter was doing nothing to stop it. Quite the contrary, he was twisting his head from side to side, desperately trying to catch my cock in his mouth. Fucking whore. Again, I slapped him round the head and this time decided I’d had enough of playing games. I wanted Potter’s cherry now and whatever Malfoy’s wanted, Malfoy’s got.
Dragging him up unceremoniously by the arm, I guided him backwards before pushing him onto the giant king-sized bed. Potter opened his mouth in protest, but soon shut it again as he watched me slowly unbutton my shirt, before letting it fall to the floor gracefully. And I fucking loved seeing the slight fear in his eyes and the way he propped himself up on his elbows as I climbed to the foot of the bed, crawling towards him on all fours like a tiger going in for the kill. I teased him for a while, letting my lips ever so slightly graze his balls, giving his cock the tiniest hint of my tongue, before my entire body was pressed against his. And he looked so fucking weak right there and then as he stared up at me, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.
I didn’t reassure him. Nope, I just stared. I locked eyes with him and stared him out, refusing to be the one to look away first. To his credit, he matched my gaze for a long time. But for a different reason.
‘You can, you know,’ he said, voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
I raised a quizzical eyebrow.
‘You can kiss me if you like,’ he clarified.
It took all the willpower inside of me not to burst out laughing at this point. Did Potter think I was going to fucking kiss him? Malfoy’s don’t kiss whores. But he wasn’t to know that. Smiling, I leaned my face in ever so slowly to his, my tongue getting closer and closer to his open mouth.
And then I nipped at his bottom lip hard. The shock hit him. He yanked his face away from mine and instinctively brought his hand to his mouth to check if there was any blood. And all this time I stayed in the same position, locking eyes with him once more, challenging him to tell me that he didn’t want to go any further, that I’d took it too far with the biting. But he didn’t.
They never do.
And so I slowly crawled back the way I came, this time letting my tongue flicker across his left nipple, teasing it hard before clamping down on it with my teeth and drawing my head back slightly so that his skin stretched a little. He gave a little cry of pain, but it couldn’t drown out that cry of pure pleasure that sluts make when they’re being treated like the garbage that they are.
I continued to crawl backwards, this time stopping so my tongue could tease his erection a bit more. My tongue darted this way and that, licking the sweat from his balls, teasing the mushroom-shaped head of his cock before he finally submitted.
‘I want you,’ he whispered urgently.
I didn’t need telling twice. Fuck foreplay, I was now ready to cram my cock up his arse. I couldn’t wait - and by the looks of it neither could he. I snickered at the naked boy who lay in front of me on the bed. Eyes closed, mouth open, back arched and arms spread-eagled as he waited for his cherry to be stolen.
‘You will use protection?’ he asked softly.
I nodded, slathering a generous amount of lube on my dick.
‘Right?’ he asked again, sitting up now.
I responded by inserting a lubed finger in his hole. He just about almost came at that and fell down again onto his back. Fucking whore. One finger and he almost spurted. I inserted a second and enjoyed hearing his cry that lay halfway between pleasure and pain.
I took them out again. Didn’t want him to get too used to the feeling. Not just yet. This wasn’t just about my enjoyment. It was also equally important for him to experience hurt. And ramming my cock straight up his arse without any warning - and any protection, for that matter - would certainly hurt him to my satisfaction.
‘Where’s the protection?’ he asked between sharp breaths.
I put the head of my cock to his hole and grinned when it started twitching. Teasing him a bit more, I nestled his arse with it in circular motions. Something that drove most sluts wild.
See, I have two ways to make these whores submit and let me fuck them my way. The first involves pushing my head ever so slightly into their holes and nestling it about, massaging and rubbing gently before they practically shove themselves down onto my dick and having the time of their lives. But if that doesn’t work and I’m feeling impatient…
I grabbed Potter’s ankles and lifted them high. Relishing in his shrieks, I forced my cock in and stretched his virgin hole to capacity. I spat on his chest and slapped him around the face roughly.
‘Just shut up and enjoy your rape,’ I snarled, and started to pump in and out of him furiously.
Title: Just a fuck.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco doesn't need or want love.
Disclaimer: I am nothing more than a mere peasant boy to the rich and mighty JKR
Word count: 1,200
Dedicated to star_dancer54 There's no dog collars, but I still hope you like it :P
Draco sunk his teeth into the back of Harry’s neck, his roars muffled by a mouthful of flesh. Harry moaned a little at this, before Draco stopped that nonsense by clamping his hand over his mouth tightly. With his other hand, he grabbed Harry’s ass, digging his fingernails into his flesh as he arched his back and began to slam his cock in and out of his hole. Harry didn’t know which was worse. The empty, aching feeling when Draco left his body or the complete pain he suffered when he ploughed it back in, threatening to rip him a new arsehole.
Upon moaning a little louder at an extra hard slam that Draco gave, Harry found his lips being pinched and stretched as Draco contorted them with his grip, and was soon reminded of his place. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he tried to block out any pain he was feeling and attempted to turn it into pleasure.
Impossible. Draco wasn’t considerate in the slightest. This was all about him, and they both knew it. And as Draco’s cock slammed harder and harder into his hole, Harry found tears leaking from his tightly shut eyes. His arms threatened to buckle from underneath him as his body - on all fours - rocked violently from the power of Draco’s thrusts. A wave of nausea came over him and he thought he was going to be sick. His insides felt like they were going to be ripped out by the uncaring force that Draco was driving into him with.
Removing his hand from silencing Harry’s mouth, Draco brought it to join the other in gripping his arse and began to buck more urgently now, his dick slipping in and out of his hole from tip to base unrelentingly. Struggling to keep his moans to a minimum, Harry let out another cry at which Draco shoved his head into a pillow, shutting him up while he continued thrusting away. He wanted Harry to hurt. He wanted Harry to hate this and he wanted him to regret every second of it. Removing his cock after a particularly extra powerful thrust, he scooped an arm under Harry’s belly and flipped him over onto his back neatly. He wanted to see the hatred and the pain that emitted from his eyes as he did this.
‘Wait.’
Harry’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Draco slammed his cock back in, lifting one of Harry’s legs up high to allow him to impale him with more force. Harry’s chest glistened magnificently with their sweat, the light catching on the beads and making them sparkle as his lithe body rocked back and forth as Draco drove into him.
He was close and he began to pound even faster now, his hand tightening around Harry’s ankle. Sneaking a look into his eyes and seeing nothing but ache reflected in them urged him to go faster, throwing his head back and closing his eyes and concentrating on nothing but the moment. This was what he needed. Someone to bruise and leave behind before he moved onto his next conquest. Letting go of Harry’s ankle, he looked down at his victim that lay under him and - without warning - slammed his fist into Harry’s stomach, causing the boy to scream violently, his muscles involuntary clenching, his arse wrapping itself tightly around Draco’s cock in a vice-like grip. Letting out an animalistic roar, Draco emptied himself inside of Harry who squirmed around, unable to move from underneath him.
Draco’s cock twitched as he thrusted into Harry’s arse half-heartedly a couple more times, before removing it and collapsing onto his chest without a word.
They both lay like that for a while, breathing as one, chests rising and falling at the same time and both of them as silent as the other, before Draco rolled over and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Perhaps he didn’t need to leave Harry behind. If he understood this unconventional love, this need to hurt to block out the hatred that existed inside of him, then he could stick around. He didn’t need to feel affection for anyone and he didn’t want anyone to feel affection for him. And if Harry understood that, then maybe they could make something out of a situation that barely contained anything.
He stiffened as he felt Harry snuggle under his chin. Wordlessly, he pushed him away and rose from the bed. He could feel Harry’s eyes staring at him and knew they’d carry the puzzled, slightly disappointed look as he had become accustomed to.
They were all just the same, anyway
Title: Whore
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Whores are only good for one thing and Draco knows it.
Disclaimer: I am nothing more than a mere peasant boy to the rich and mighty JKR
Word count: 1,200
Dedicated to charlotteschaos for getting me out of a writers block rut. Fuck yeah.
I snickered at the naked boy who lay in front of me on the bed. Eyes closed, mouth open, back arched and arms spread-eagled as he waited for his cherry to be stolen.
It hadn’t been hard to get Potter like this. It had actually been too fucking easy. After a quick, gentle rubbing of his cock and whispering sweetly in his ear, it hadn’t been long before he was on his knees being skull-fucked like there was no tomorrow. Looking down and seeing his nose buried in my pubic hair was one thing, but hearing him gag and almost choke on my dick had almost made me shoot right there and then. I quickly pulled out and announced that I wanted my cum to go in another hole of his. A more tighter hole.
Potter tried to back out of it then. Said he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to go that far, and could he please just suck me off instead? So I played along. For a little while, anyway. I guided Potter’s head back towards my crotch with one hand, and snaked the other down to my cock and began to stroke. Like the hungry, little slut that he was, he had at once opened his mouth and attempted to take the entire length of my dick down his cocksucking throat, but I soon stopped that behaviour with a quick slap round his head. We’d either do this my way, or no way at all.
He got the message fast. And I was pleased to see Potter’s cock violently twitch at the slap. So, he got off on being the whore. Well, I was certainly more than happy to treat him like one. Holding the base of my cock, I rubbed the head around his lips, painting them with a sticky pre-cum lipstick, before slapping his cheeks with my dick, silently sniggering at the force I was doing with, and the fact that Potter was doing nothing to stop it. Quite the contrary, he was twisting his head from side to side, desperately trying to catch my cock in his mouth. Fucking whore. Again, I slapped him round the head and this time decided I’d had enough of playing games. I wanted Potter’s cherry now and whatever Malfoy’s wanted, Malfoy’s got.
Dragging him up unceremoniously by the arm, I guided him backwards before pushing him onto the giant king-sized bed. Potter opened his mouth in protest, but soon shut it again as he watched me slowly unbutton my shirt, before letting it fall to the floor gracefully. And I fucking loved seeing the slight fear in his eyes and the way he propped himself up on his elbows as I climbed to the foot of the bed, crawling towards him on all fours like a tiger going in for the kill. I teased him for a while, letting my lips ever so slightly graze his balls, giving his cock the tiniest hint of my tongue, before my entire body was pressed against his. And he looked so fucking weak right there and then as he stared up at me, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.
I didn’t reassure him. Nope, I just stared. I locked eyes with him and stared him out, refusing to be the one to look away first. To his credit, he matched my gaze for a long time. But for a different reason.
‘You can, you know,’ he said, voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
I raised a quizzical eyebrow.
‘You can kiss me if you like,’ he clarified.
It took all the willpower inside of me not to burst out laughing at this point. Did Potter think I was going to fucking kiss him? Malfoy’s don’t kiss whores. But he wasn’t to know that. Smiling, I leaned my face in ever so slowly to his, my tongue getting closer and closer to his open mouth.
And then I nipped at his bottom lip hard. The shock hit him. He yanked his face away from mine and instinctively brought his hand to his mouth to check if there was any blood. And all this time I stayed in the same position, locking eyes with him once more, challenging him to tell me that he didn’t want to go any further, that I’d took it too far with the biting. But he didn’t.
They never do.
And so I slowly crawled back the way I came, this time letting my tongue flicker across his left nipple, teasing it hard before clamping down on it with my teeth and drawing my head back slightly so that his skin stretched a little. He gave a little cry of pain, but it couldn’t drown out that cry of pure pleasure that sluts make when they’re being treated like the garbage that they are.
I continued to crawl backwards, this time stopping so my tongue could tease his erection a bit more. My tongue darted this way and that, licking the sweat from his balls, teasing the mushroom-shaped head of his cock before he finally submitted.
‘I want you,’ he whispered urgently.
I didn’t need telling twice. Fuck foreplay, I was now ready to cram my cock up his arse. I couldn’t wait - and by the looks of it neither could he. I snickered at the naked boy who lay in front of me on the bed. Eyes closed, mouth open, back arched and arms spread-eagled as he waited for his cherry to be stolen.
‘You will use protection?’ he asked softly.
I nodded, slathering a generous amount of lube on my dick.
‘Right?’ he asked again, sitting up now.
I responded by inserting a lubed finger in his hole. He just about almost came at that and fell down again onto his back. Fucking whore. One finger and he almost spurted. I inserted a second and enjoyed hearing his cry that lay halfway between pleasure and pain.
I took them out again. Didn’t want him to get too used to the feeling. Not just yet. This wasn’t just about my enjoyment. It was also equally important for him to experience hurt. And ramming my cock straight up his arse without any warning - and any protection, for that matter - would certainly hurt him to my satisfaction.
‘Where’s the protection?’ he asked between sharp breaths.
I put the head of my cock to his hole and grinned when it started twitching. Teasing him a bit more, I nestled his arse with it in circular motions. Something that drove most sluts wild.
See, I have two ways to make these whores submit and let me fuck them my way. The first involves pushing my head ever so slightly into their holes and nestling it about, massaging and rubbing gently before they practically shove themselves down onto my dick and having the time of their lives. But if that doesn’t work and I’m feeling impatient…
I grabbed Potter’s ankles and lifted them high. Relishing in his shrieks, I forced my cock in and stretched his virgin hole to capacity. I spat on his chest and slapped him around the face roughly.
‘Just shut up and enjoy your rape,’ I snarled, and started to pump in and out of him furiously.
Title: Just a fuck.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco doesn't need or want love.
Disclaimer: I am nothing more than a mere peasant boy to the rich and mighty JKR
Word count: 1,200
Dedicated to star_dancer54 There's no dog collars, but I still hope you like it :P
Draco sunk his teeth into the back of Harry’s neck, his roars muffled by a mouthful of flesh. Harry moaned a little at this, before Draco stopped that nonsense by clamping his hand over his mouth tightly. With his other hand, he grabbed Harry’s ass, digging his fingernails into his flesh as he arched his back and began to slam his cock in and out of his hole. Harry didn’t know which was worse. The empty, aching feeling when Draco left his body or the complete pain he suffered when he ploughed it back in, threatening to rip him a new arsehole.
Upon moaning a little louder at an extra hard slam that Draco gave, Harry found his lips being pinched and stretched as Draco contorted them with his grip, and was soon reminded of his place. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he tried to block out any pain he was feeling and attempted to turn it into pleasure.
Impossible. Draco wasn’t considerate in the slightest. This was all about him, and they both knew it. And as Draco’s cock slammed harder and harder into his hole, Harry found tears leaking from his tightly shut eyes. His arms threatened to buckle from underneath him as his body - on all fours - rocked violently from the power of Draco’s thrusts. A wave of nausea came over him and he thought he was going to be sick. His insides felt like they were going to be ripped out by the uncaring force that Draco was driving into him with.
Removing his hand from silencing Harry’s mouth, Draco brought it to join the other in gripping his arse and began to buck more urgently now, his dick slipping in and out of his hole from tip to base unrelentingly. Struggling to keep his moans to a minimum, Harry let out another cry at which Draco shoved his head into a pillow, shutting him up while he continued thrusting away. He wanted Harry to hurt. He wanted Harry to hate this and he wanted him to regret every second of it. Removing his cock after a particularly extra powerful thrust, he scooped an arm under Harry’s belly and flipped him over onto his back neatly. He wanted to see the hatred and the pain that emitted from his eyes as he did this.
‘Wait.’
Harry’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Draco slammed his cock back in, lifting one of Harry’s legs up high to allow him to impale him with more force. Harry’s chest glistened magnificently with their sweat, the light catching on the beads and making them sparkle as his lithe body rocked back and forth as Draco drove into him.
He was close and he began to pound even faster now, his hand tightening around Harry’s ankle. Sneaking a look into his eyes and seeing nothing but ache reflected in them urged him to go faster, throwing his head back and closing his eyes and concentrating on nothing but the moment. This was what he needed. Someone to bruise and leave behind before he moved onto his next conquest. Letting go of Harry’s ankle, he looked down at his victim that lay under him and - without warning - slammed his fist into Harry’s stomach, causing the boy to scream violently, his muscles involuntary clenching, his arse wrapping itself tightly around Draco’s cock in a vice-like grip. Letting out an animalistic roar, Draco emptied himself inside of Harry who squirmed around, unable to move from underneath him.
Draco’s cock twitched as he thrusted into Harry’s arse half-heartedly a couple more times, before removing it and collapsing onto his chest without a word.
They both lay like that for a while, breathing as one, chests rising and falling at the same time and both of them as silent as the other, before Draco rolled over and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Perhaps he didn’t need to leave Harry behind. If he understood this unconventional love, this need to hurt to block out the hatred that existed inside of him, then he could stick around. He didn’t need to feel affection for anyone and he didn’t want anyone to feel affection for him. And if Harry understood that, then maybe they could make something out of a situation that barely contained anything.
He stiffened as he felt Harry snuggle under his chin. Wordlessly, he pushed him away and rose from the bed. He could feel Harry’s eyes staring at him and knew they’d carry the puzzled, slightly disappointed look as he had become accustomed to.
They were all just the same, anyway