i feel like writing smut, shh
dark evil harry, bottom draco, mentions of rape, mentions of feminization, mindbreak, dubious consent, auror harry, unemployed draco, overstimulation, pet names + degrading names
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“This is what I love most about you,” Harry said gently with a sinister smile stretched on his lips as he looked at Draco from where he was sitting on top of him, speared on his cock. His sweet pale skin was marked bright red along his neck, jaw, and the rims of his eyes.
Harry couldn't help himself but reach up and pinched the pink nipple, relishing in the sweet mewls his beloved pet responded with. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The younger longed to destroy him, to break him apart piece by piece and put the pieces back together, only to destroy him once again.
The black-haired male gripped Draco’s hips tightly, holding him on his cock and grinned. “I love how eager you are to please me. You’ll do anything, huh? You'll do anything for me, won't you, my sweet little doll?”Harry cooed and Draco nodded, brain melted and useless, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.
He was such a good boy, small like a doll, and utterly fragile. It hadn’t taken him long to reduce Draco into what he was currently- desperate to obey. It pleased him greatly, seeing Draco cry desperate tears, seeing him force himself to do humiliating things just because Harry had asked him to. He loved this male more than any he’d had before- none were so easy to manipulate as him.
Draco began to rock his hips like the slut he was, forcing Harry’s cock to move inside him, fucking him. He was so pretty, Harry thought darkly as he cupped Draco’s dainty face in his calloused hand, letting his thumb slide into the boy’s mouth so he could suckle on it.
Merlin, with white skin like his, every slight mark showed up. He looked absolutely perfect.
The blond began to bounce on the Head Auror's cock, lifting himself and slammed back down, impaling himself on the long thick cock as if it was nothing, gurgling around Harry's fingers. But I knew better, Harry thought with a smug grin, pleased. The pain itching at Draco’s face told him that it was too much for him. Still, he fucked himself hard on his cock, hurting himself to let the Golden Boy get off. “Good boy,” he hummed and licked his lips as Draco moaned in response.
He loved to be praised.
He loved the attention.
It was how he had started with him- he cared for him and nourished him, told him how lovely he was and how he was such a good boy. Using his feelings for Harry to rape him and break him, getting clueless consent from him was such a brilliant idea Harry had ever thought of. And the fact that Draco just accepted it thinking that Harry truly loved him was incredible.
Draco ate it all up with such eagerness and begged for more. How could he ever deny the doll such things? Harry then started the process of breaking him, turning him from a good slut into a mindless fucktoy. Soon, all he would long for was between Harry’s thighs.
He knew the exact moment that Draco found the right angle to hit his prostate from the way his flushed cock twitched against his stomach, squealing dumbly. He kept going, bouncing harder and faster than before, his own pleasure heightening his desire to obey. It was a trait that Harry was working on erasing, but it was still early to break him further. Besides, he loved the way Draco’s face looked as he felt pleasure- the erotic constricting of his face and open, panting mouth: a work of art.
His doll finally came, crying out loudly, outright sobbing.
Harry chuckled. He sounded like a fucking girl, he thought. Maybe I could try to feminise him and see.
Cum splattered over them both, hot and sticky and dripping down Draco’s stomach. Despite his orgasm, Draco didn’t slow down his pace, ramming himself on the hard cock as if he was born to do so. His face was contorted in pain and he began to thrash out. He looked delightfully erotic, pounding himself so forcefully whilst crying about the overstimulation.
Harry's perfect little toy.
Harry's perfect fucking whore.
“Stop!” he screamed out.
“Master, please stop! It hurts! Stop, please!”
Harry laughed at his mindless protests. The grey-eyed male must have been losing his mind through the pain and pleasure buzzing in his head, not in control of himself. That made him happy, knowing that Draco was enduring this pain for his pleasure while ignoring his own desires. The precious thing wanted to stop getting fucked and yet he was the one continuing it.
Dumb whore, he thought fondly as he sunk his nails into the boy’s skin, almost breaking in.
The feeling of his tight hole and the combination of his pleas and moans finally worked Harry to his peak. He ejaculated hard, pumping cum into Draco’s tight, little hole. He grunted as he did so, squeezing harder into Draco’s hips. The other male had stilled, convulsing from overstimulation, letting his ass drink up his master’s cum, then slumped forward onto his chest.
Harry's cock slipped out with a pop. His seeds dripped from the abused gaping hole.
He then pulled Draco in, wrapping his arms around him in false comfort. His body was hot and sweaty, and his face stained with tears. Harry pressed a possessive kiss to his head, letting the boy drift off to sleep. He had worked very hard, after all, if the cum leaking out of his asshole was anything to go by.
Harry grinned with malicious intent as he dragged the tip of his wand along the blond’s flesh. One day, he thought, nibbling gently on the skin.
One day, he might reward Draco with his special gift. But only when he no longer needed him.
My sweet little girl. Mine.
