Tomarry One Shots

Bad, Bad, Bad

Summary: Harry went to the cave to destroy the locket. He brought Kreacher and the Gryffindor's Sword with him. Things went bad, bad, bad for Harry.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle, HorcruxxHarryPotter

All credit goes to chekhov1 on Ao3

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Harry felt how a thick, hard cock was splitting his ass in two. Strong hands were so painfully digging into his thighs, that he felt how his body was melting under that touch.

He wanted to grip bedsheets, bed frame, clothes – fucking anything – but Harry was on the very harsh, rocky ground.

Harry felt a particularly hard thrust and a cruel laugh, full of mirth. His cock painfully twitched. He couldn't touch himself, rub against something, Harry couldn't fucking move – he was so tired. He just felt how hard rocks were painfully digging into his face, his palms, and his knees.

He was bleeding. Everywhere.

He was baptised in his own blood, surrounded by fucking eerie, scary-as-shit atmosphere of the stupid, cursed cave.

A locket was suffocating around his neck.

Another thrust, a slap against his ass. Harry was blushing harder if it was even possible. He wasn't sure that his blush would even be noticeable under all that dried and fresh blood.

A cycle of sorts.

More, more, more hard thrusts. His face was numb by now. His palms wanted to hold onto something – anything, but all he had was fucking dirt under the fucking rocks.

More. more, more angry thrusts. More, more, more cruel laughter.

Harry was in a...

"FU-" Harry moaned or screamed, he wasn't sure. Long, cold fingers curled around his painfully throbbing cock and gave a mean jerk.

Yes, Harry was in a bad, bad, bad place.

He was very, very, very fucked.

Aggressive hands moved from his cock onto his balls, giving them a tug. Harry felt tears mixing with his blood. He thought he was screaming something, but he was no longer sure.

More laughter, more, more, more.

This was so, so, so fucking bad.

"No more funny jabs, Harry? Anything else you want to tell Lord Voldemort, Harry?"

Tom Riddle's fingers squeezed his cock and began stroking in a mean rhythm, determined to bring Harry to climax. All that Harry could say with his aching, slacking jaw were incoherent, embarrassing sounds and moans.

Tom's other hand moved from Harry's bruised thighs to his hair, roughly jerking the boy upwards.

"Don't you feel heroic, my little Saviour? Don't you feel how proud Dumbledore is? Your dear mommy and daddy?" Horcrux crooned into Harry's neck.

Harry mumbled something, so out of it, just wanting to cum.

Tom's dark eyes focused on the cock in his hands, never stopping his punishing rhythm of fucking into the boy's hole.

"I can feel it, my darling, fu-" Tom bit into the neck as he felt how close to orgasm he was. "Your hole keeps sucking me in, deeper, wants me to fucking stay inside you, my little Chosen One."

He bit into Harry's neck deeper, drawing blood. The boy shuddered under his teeth, his touch, his brutal speed. The boy was close to cumming himself, yes, but Tom had just started.