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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle
  Character:
      Tom_Riddle, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Slut_Shaming, Rough_Sex, Anal,
      Fingering, Rimming, Spanking, Humiliation, Comeplay, mild_dub/con, Public
      Sex, Felching, Marking, mild_bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-09 Words: 2831
****** Boys Just Want To Have Fun ******
by rightonthelimit
Summary
     This isn’t what Harry had in mind when he went to deface public
     property.
Notes
     Something short, something porny. This hints to the Strictly Physical
     universe, obviously.
A/N: Please do not repost, recreate or translate.
                          Boys Just Want To Have Fun
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, boy?’
Harry abruptly froze, his eyes wide and his hand still in midair with a can of
graffiti in its grip. He was standing in front of the white wall he’d been
defacing and his heart seized in his chest.
‘N-Nothing?’ Harry tried to lie, but it came out as a question, his voice too
breathless to sound credible and strong. He could see the shadow of a man on
the wall in front of him, his body tall and strong, and Harry squeezed his eyes
shut as he slowly lowered his hands to rest limply by his sides. He tried to
come up with ways to run, but this man would outrun him, without a doubt.
Especially now that Harry had sprained his ankle during soccer practice.
‘It lookslike you’re committing a crime,’ the man stated, an arrogant lilt to
his voice. Harry shuddered as the man – police officer, fuck –gripped his bicep
and turned him around to properly look at Harry. There still wasn’t much to
look at. Harry had the hood of his sweatshirt up and his clothes were too baggy
to really give away anything. He’d done that on purpose.
Harry couldsee this man’s face, however. He was outrageously handsome, his eyes
glimmering in the weak light the street lantern cast upon his pale face. His
cheekbones were well-defined, his lips a bit chapped due the cold weather, his
eyebrows groomed. His hair was swept from his face and although he wasn’t
wearing a hat, the uniform he was wearing was unmistakable.
Harry was in deep trouble.
‘I’m – I’m s-’ Harry tried to stammer but the male abruptly pushed him so that
Harry’s cheek was pressed snugly against the wall, his hands automatically
bracing himself against it too. He whimpered.
‘Please drop what you’re holding and spread your legs so I can search you,
sir,’ the male drawled. Harry gulped.
‘I hardly think that’s necessary, you see, mister p-police officer, I’m just -’
‘My name is Tom Riddle, you would do wise to keep your mouth shut before you
get yourself into more trouble, boy.’
Harry bit his lip as he felt Riddle’s large hands pat at his arms first to
check him for weapons,Harry noted hysterically. He tried to speak but decided
against it, hoping that he wouldn’t make things worse. He was so fucked if his
parents would find out he’d been out doing thisinstead of staying at Ron’s
house to work on their science project together.
Riddle’s hands slid lower and Harry jolted when they pressed against his sides,
his cheeks flushing hotly as Riddle paused.
‘Tickles,’ Harry mumbled sheepishly. Riddle made no comment and his hands slid
down lower until they were resting on Harry’s hips.
Harry gasped when Riddle cupped his cock, just briefly, but enough to make
Harry tense up. The way Riddle’s hands lingered on his ass was definitely
inappropriate but Harry didn’t want to cause any more trouble so he wisely kept
his mouth shut, yet he was pretty sure Riddle was actually feeling him up.
Then, finally, when Riddle deemed Harry’s ass okay he sat down on his haunches
to pat at Harry’s thighs. Harry was ashamed to admit he was growing hard
already and he pressed his forehead harder against the wall when Riddle reached
his ankles and then got up again, pressing his body too close to Harry’s. Harry
could feel every inch of Riddle press against his own.
Including his hard cock pressing against the small of Harry’s back.
‘What is your name?’ Riddle asked. His lips were too close to Harry’s ear and
he couldn’t help but whine a bit, the hot ache between his legs too
distractive.
‘Harry Potter, mister Riddle, sir,’ he babbled. Riddle hummed.
‘And why were you defacing public property, mister Potter?’
Harry could feel Riddle’s breath fan over his cheek and he didn’t say a thing
when Riddle pushed down his hood to reveal Harry’s face, Harry’s ears twitching
a little bit at the feeling of the fabric dragging down them.
‘B-Because I’m an idiot, sir,’ Harry admitted stupidly because he was.This was
his first time spraying graffiti but he should’ve known that white, pristine
walls like these were practically bait. Riddle undoubtedly must’ve been waiting
for him.
Riddle chuckled.
‘Fair enough. Come, I shall take you to the police station -’
‘Wait!’ Harry exclaimed when Riddle turned him around. Riddle’s eyebrow cocked
up and he stared at Harry in mild amusement. ‘Please don’t. You don’t have to
do this – if my mom and dad find out they’ll killme, and -’
‘Well that’s not really my problem, is it?’
Riddle pulled out his handcuffs and Harry stared at him with wide eyes,
demurely letting Tom do his job but still trying to talk his way out of this.
‘Can’t you let me off with a warning? You scared the living hell out of me and
I promiseI won’t do it again!’
‘Ah, my dear mister Potter, if I would get a dollar for every time someone told
me that…’
Riddle clicked the handcuffs into place and placed a large hand between Harry’s
shoulderblades, nudging him forward. Harry tried to dig his heels into the
ground until Riddle let out a warning growl, and then he just started walking
with a defeated sigh.
‘There must be something I can do?’ Harry asked him desperately. Riddle glanced
down at him and Harry shuddered at the intense look in his eyes, trying his
best to look as pleading and innocent as possible, ‘Please, sir? Anything?’
Riddle paused and so did Harry, his fingers restlessly twitching behind his
back. For a moment they just stared at each other before Riddle smirked,
looking evil and condescending as he did so.
‘Anything, huh?’ he drawled and Harry fought not to recoil as Riddle brought up
a hand to brush over his cheek. ‘Well, you do have a nice ass…’
Harry stared at him in shock while Riddle regarded him predatorily, a hungry
look in his eyes as he glanced Harry’s body over. Still, even if Harry was
pretty sure Riddle meant that,it would get him out of a whole lot of trouble…
Harry inhaled a sharp breath when Riddle suddenly gripped him by the collar of
his shirt. He had to bend at the waist in order to be so close to Harry that
their noses almost brushed, and Harry felt so small under Riddle’s scrutiny
that he couldn’t help but lower his eyes with a flush on his cheeks. He’s never
been this close to another person before and even if Riddle was a pervert, he
was very attractive too.
‘Please,’ Harry whispered, but he had long since forgotten what he was pleading
for. Riddle didn’t seem to mind. He leaned down and crashed his lips down onto
Harry’s, kissing him for all that he was worth and stealing the breath right
from his lungs. Harry groaned and let Riddle in without much coaxing, the metal
of his handcuffs digging into his wrists when he strained to touch Riddle.
He couldn’t. Harry wasn’t in control at all.
Riddle licked at the roof of Harry’s mouth and then sucked his bottom lip into
his own mouth, his teeth worrying into the tender skin until Harry mewed.
When they pulled apart, Riddle’s eyes had considerably darkened and Harry
fought to keep from trying to run away.
‘I think we can arrange something,’ Riddle stated huskily. Harry vaguely
nodded, not sure if he should feel relieved, aroused or scared.
He allowed Riddle to guide him to a car and he didn’t protest when Riddle
pushed him into the backseat, though he did release a surprised noise when
Riddle climbed in next to him.
‘Hands and knees, now,’ Riddle simply demanded. Harry forced his initial
protest down, because it wasn’t his place to complain, and he struggled a bit
to do as told. Because his hands were cuffed behind his back he could only sit
with his face pressed into the thick leather of the car seat and his ass up in
the air, but Riddle didn’t seem to be bothered by that.
He slapped Harry’s ass and Harry jolted.
‘Anything, right, Harry?’ he hissed. Harry whimpered but he nodded as well, a
rush of shame overcoming him when Riddle’s fingers brushed over his fully hard
cock now. Riddle growled.
‘Fucking slut,’ he hissed. ‘I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you.’
Harry released a strangled noise when Riddle’s fingers slid underneath his
shirt – they were cold, but not as cold as his voice was. Riddle pushed Harry’s
shirt up and rubbed at his nipples for a moment, just to feel them stiffening
under his attention before he went down and unbuckled Harry’s belt.
‘Hard already, aren’t you?’
‘No,’ Harry tried to deny, but they both knew it was far from the truth. He’d
been getting hard the moment Riddle started searching him.
‘I bet your mommy and daddy don’t have a clue. I bet they think you’re such a
sweet boy, right?’ Riddle punctuated his next words with sharp slaps to Harry’s
ass. ‘You’ve. Been. A. Fucking. Bad. Boy. Harry. Bad. Boys. Deserve. To. Be.
Punished.’
Harry’s ass was positively stinging after Riddle was done slapping –
spanking,oh god – him and he was panting and fighting the tears that were
welling up in his eyes, but Harry still struggled to keep himself under
control.
‘I’ve been watching you, you know. Been wanting to fuck you for forever now.’
Harry pressed his face deeper into the leather carseat, his glasses digging
uncomfortably into his skin. It was a lie, it just had to be – surely Harry
would’ve noticed if he’d been stalked, right? ‘And now I finally have you…
You’re in a whole lot of trouble, boy.’
Harry heard the sound of a zipper but it wasn’t his own, and he gasped when he
felt something other than Riddle’s hands dragging over the small of his back.
It was his cock. Riddle actually had his cock out.
‘I’m – I think I’ve changed my mind,’ Harry brought out as soon as the wet head
dragged over the twin dimples right above his ass. Riddle snarled and slapped
him again.
‘No you don’t. You asked for it, and now you’re gonna get it too. Don’t be
acting coy now. We both know you’re a little slut.’
‘But I’m not!’ Harry protested and he dug his nails deep into the palms of his
hands when Riddle started pushing Harry’s pants down to trap his thighs
together and expose his stinging ass, ‘I’ve never – please, sir -’
‘You like this,’ Riddle stated, ‘you’re so hard you’re leaking.’
Harry sobbed in humiliation and jolted when Riddle pulled his ass up and bithim
on one of his cheeks even though sparks of arousal quickly followed. Harry’s
cock twitched against his belly and he sniffled, whining softly when Riddle
dragged his tongue from Harry’s perineum right up to the bottom knob of his
spine.
‘That’s dirty,’ Harry whined softly even though he rocked his hips backwards
for more, ‘please mister R-Riddle…’
Riddle just dug his nails into Harry’s cheeks and spread him further, his hole
exposed and twitching as Riddle licked him there again.The sensation was so
strange yet addictive, downright filthy and so good. He could feel Riddle’s
lips brush over his hole as he slowly pushed his tongue inside, and then he
started adding fingers.
‘Ah!’ The stretch didn’t burn per se, it just felt weirdand Harry arched his
back to try to get away from it until Riddle bit him again. He started off with
two fingers right away and scissored them, not giving Harry enough time to get
used to it until he added a third.
‘Tell me to fuck your dirty whore ass,’ Riddle demanded darkly. Harry shook his
head but Riddle just stabbed his fingers in harder. ‘Tell me.’
‘I – Fuck me, please! Fuck my dirty whore ass,’ Harry ground out, blushing
furiously. Harry’s hole clenched on nothing when Tom abruptly pulled his
fingers out and then dared to glance over his shoulder to see Riddle reaching
into his pocket to pull out a small bottle of lube, gulping when Riddle caught
him staring and smirked.
‘Like what you see?’ he drawled as he slicked up his impressive cock. Harry
tried to suppress the panic he felt at that – there was no way it was going to
fit inside of him.
‘Fuck you,’ he managed to snap. Riddle’s eyes narrowed and he gripped Harry by
the back of his neck, shoving him down the leather seat again.
‘I’m going to make you my bitch, Harry,’ he snapped, ‘and there’s nothing you
can do about it. Just takeit.’
He dragged his cock over Harry’s ass, between his cheeks, but he didn’t push
inside. Harry’s hole was fluttering and gripping on nothing and the
anticipation was maddening.
What was most embarrassing about it all was that Harry wantedit.
Harry took a breath through his nose and tried to fight the moan that built up
in his throat when he felt the head of Tom’s cock finally breach his rim,
stretching him wide open. It didn’t work and Harry felt ashamed of how loud he
was being, pinpricks of pain going through his hands as he just kept digging
his nails into his own tender skin.
Riddle didn’t give him much time to adjust. He snapped his hips forward and
then didn’t stop.
He fucked Harry for all that he was worth, gripping him by the shoulders for
more leverage. Harry choked on his own breath, that loud slap slap slapof
Riddle’s hips knocking into his sore ass obscene and so dirty it nearly made
Harry’s skin crawl.
He was only vaguely aware of the ah ah ah’she was releasing, the windows of the
car fogging up. Anyone could see, Harry noted, anyone could see him getting
fucked here like a whore and there was nothing he could do about it. What
shocked him most was that it turned him on beyond measure.
‘Tom, I’m – I need,’ Harry whined, his wrists achingwith how badly he was
straining against the cuffs, his mind going perfectly blank with pleasure. He
felt warm and achy all over, his body squirming underneath Riddle.
‘You want to come already?’ Riddle viciously demanded. Harry nodded meekly and
groaned when Riddle gripped his cock, but chided him anyway. ‘I haven’t even
started.’
No, he hadn’t, but that didn’t erase the fact that Harry’s been strung up too
tightly for too long. Harry tried to fuck himself on Riddle’s cock the best he
could, his lids fluttering shut as a long groan fell from his lips. He could
feel his balls tightening up, his stomach clenching.
‘Yes,’ Harry choked, ‘yes, yes – fuck me -’
Riddle slapped his ass and Harry shuddered, the sting being the final thing to
push him over the edge. He came all over Riddle’s hand, his hole pulsing
erratically around Riddle’s cock and his body jolting with the force behind
Riddle’s thrusts. Harry felt like he was floating, utterly starry eyed and
stupid with how hard he’s getting fucked and he didn’t even have it in him when
Riddle growled and came inside of him.
Harry whined when Riddle pulled out and then keened when Riddle licked over his
aching hole, getting rid of the come dribbling out of Harry’s ass with his
tongue. It was too much – Harry was too sensitive and he started squirming when
Riddle leaned over his body, turned Harry’s head and shared the come he had
collected with Harry through a filthy kiss.
Riddle played a bit longer with Harry’s body after that – fingering his fucked
out entrance, marking his neck until Harry was so lax underneath him that he
was almost a puddle of goo.
‘Love you, Tom,’ Harry slurred into Riddle’s neck. Riddle paused from where
he’d been tracing Harry’s rim, and then he hummed.
‘I know,’ he simply acknowledged, ‘we had fun tonight.’
‘Mhmm. You look hot in a uniform.’ There was a pause, and a tremor that went
through Harry when Tom pushed inside again. His fingers crooked inside of Harry
as if trying to collect more come, but there was nothing left. Tom had licked
it all out of him.
‘I know,’ Tom agreed again, softly, sounding distracted. Harry huffed.
‘You’re lucky you have a nice dick,’ he drawled. Tom shrugged as he sat up and
freed Harry’s wrists, rubbing them for Harry.
‘Just nice?’
‘Shut up. ‘M tired.’
‘Well, with an attitude like that I might not wear something nice for you
anymore.’
Harry just laughed. It was an empty threat, and they both knew it. They were
both too addicted to their roleplays to quit any time soon.
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