For Harry

Title: For Harry

Pairings: Harry/Snape, Harry/Scrimgeour, Harry/Hagrid, Harry/Arthur

Rating: NC-17 (NOT for kiddies!)

Warnings: bottom!slut!Harry, rimming, fleching, bad language, dirty talking, PWP (Smut, smut, smut, smut!)

Notes: Started out as a small smutty bunny idea and then, of course, like all bunnies, it grew. Idea for fic structure is a spin-off of my fic Notch In the Bedpost. Possible continuation if Harry muse keeps slutting around. This is a first time writing a fic like this, so I hope you like it. I’m rather proud of it.

Also, just so you all know: yes, I’m using the word ‘ass’ and not ‘arse’ and it’s not because I want to use “Americisms”. It’s because British use the word ‘ass’ too, and because it sounds naughtier.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. J. K. Rowling does.

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For Malfoy’s Whereabouts
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“Yes, Potter, that’s it. Push that ass back on my dick… harder, Potter. Faster.”

“God,” Harry shuddered.

“At the moment, I am . . . . And when I’m done fucking your ass raw, I’m going to come in your mouth and on your mouth.”

“Yesss…”

Snape clutched his hand into Harry’s hair and pulled his head back. Harry groaned and sped up, grinding his ass roughly on Snape’s cock. This was the best time Snape liked Potter: on all fours and panting like a bitch in heat, begging for more and harder and faster and fiercer.

Snape stopped him with a rough slap to the ass, and then turned Potter around. Still on his knees, Harry was now face-to-face with Snape’s cock. He tightened his fingers in Potter’s hair and pushed his face down, nudging the tip against Potter’s lips.

“Open,” growled Snape.

Harry obeyed, opening his mouth and allowing Snape to stick his cock in. Snape thrust in and out of Potter’s mouth a couple times before his cock jerked and he was coming in hard, thick spurts; he pulled Potter’s head back and as he did, and Potter opened his mouth wide. Snape watched as his come spilled on that tongue, on those lips, on that chin, and under that nose. Potter’s cheeks flushed in arousal and, hopefully, embarrassment.

“Such a slut, Potter,” said Snape, yanking Harry’s head back. “Now get out.”

Harry darted his tongue out a few times, cleaning bits of come from his lips, nodding. Cock still semi-hard and bobbing, Harry moved around the room to gather his clothes.

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For Stan’s Freedom
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“Take it. All of it—all the way down to my balls.”

Harry complied, swallowing that long, heavy cock before him. His throat tightened automatically as he took it all in, nearly gagging. A hand pushed his head down even more. As he willed himself to relax, the rest of that cock went down his throat easily.

“That’s it, Harry,” moaned Scrimgeour. “Such a good boy . . . . Better at sucking cock than being the Ministry’s poster boy, eh?”

Harry tried to speak, but it came out more of a rumble, sending shockwaves through Scrimgeour’s cock. He felt Scrimgeour’s hands grip his hair tighter and pulled him off his cock a little before pushing him back on it. Slowly, gradually, Scrimgeour started fucking Harry’s mouth, and then sped up as Harry widened his mouth, keeping his throat muscles as relaxed as possible. Scrimgeour grunted as his hips moved faster—slick sucking sounds coming from Harry’s mouth as he knelt there between Scrimgeour’s legs and let him fuck his face.

“Ah, but this isn’t satisfying enough,” said Scrimgeour. “I want to be buried deep in your ass when I come. I want you sitting on my giant prick. Would you like that, Harry?”

Harry couldn’t reply, gagging softly at the feel of Scrimgeour jostling his cock around the back of his throat. Scrimgeour grasped Harry’s head roughly and pulled him away, Harry’s teeth accidentally scraping his cock along the way. Scrimgeour hissed at the feel, but didn’t seem to care either way, and dragged Harry up until he was sitting in his lap, fat cock pressed against Harry’s ass. Scrimgeour gave Harry’s neck a wet, open-mouthed kiss as he slid two fingers inside Harry, wiggling them fiercely, his tongue copying his fingers along Harry’s skin. Harry bit his lip to keep from crying out as those fingers pried him open and brushed across that hard nub.

Scrimgeour removed his fingers with a pop, and latching down on the bottom of Harry’s neck, he slicked up his cock and positioned it at Harry’s hole. He balanced Harry there before gripping at each ass cheek and thrusting him downward. This time Harry couldn’t hold it in and he let out a harsh, pain-filled gasp as Scrimgeour’s cock split him open, filling him up impossibly. All Harry could do was hold on as Scrimgeour thrust up fast and hard into him, moving him on that cock. As Scrimgeour quickened his thrusts, Harry could no longer stay quiet, try as he might, and he let out a strangled sob.

“Yes, that’s it, I want to hear you,” Scrimgeour groaned, thrusting even harder up into Harry’s body. Harry cried out even louder, skin slapping against skin as Scrimgeour pushed Harry down on his cock with hands and thrust up with his hips, stretching and filling him over and over. Harry was close. He wrapped his fingers around his own cock in between them and stroked clumsily. A few good pulls later, and Harry was coming in thick, pearly jets on his hand and Scrimgeour’s belly.

“Beautiful,” murmured Scrimgeour. “Just… too… beautiful…” And then he came, grunting and thrusting into Harry’s body, semen leaking out and over his cock and down Harry’s thighs.

“Just beautiful,” Scrimgeour repeated. “Absolute gorgeous fuck, you are.”

Harry sighed as his orgasm slowly dissipated, and then grimaced when he lifted himself off Scrimgeour’s softening cock. While the Minister lay back and tried to catch his breath, Harry stood and started to look round for his clothes.

“I’m a slut, actually,” said Harry flatly.

“And a gorgeous one at that,” said Scrimgeour adoringly.

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For Sirius’ Motorbike
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“More tongue,” growled Hagrid as he stared down at Harry. Harry had taken the very tip of that huge cock’s head and sucked tightly with his lips as if he were sucking out of a straw. He obeyed, sliding the flat part of his tongue along the underside of the cockhead, which was twice as big as his own. Dimly in the back of his mind he thought Hagrid could win The Biggest Cock In Hogwarts competition—if there ever was one.

Hagrid threw his head back and groaned loudly as Harry licked all around the purpling crown best he could, his face becoming wet with precome and spit. His tongue nearly buried itself into the slit of Hagrid’s cock.

“C’mon, Harry,” Hagrid said, bumping the head of his cock against Harry’s mouth. “Open as wide as yeh can. . . . That’s it. More, ‘Arry…”

Harry tried to get his mouth as wide as Hagrid asked, but it was still no good; Hagrid was just too big. He sucked at the cock’s hole as much as possible before Hagrid got impatient and lifted Harry off the floor by his shoulders.

“On me bed. On all fours,” Hagrid said, a glint of lust in his eyes.

Cheeks blazing, Harry did as told and crawled onto Hagrid’s bed. He laid his head onto the enormous pillow, arms underneath it, and raised his ass in the air. When the bed dipped, Harry thought he was going to fall over, but Hagrid was there, holding onto his small hips and moving his cock around the top of Harry’s ass. He panicked for a few seconds, thinking that Hagrid would try sticking his cock in, but Hagrid seemed to realize that it might not be a good idea at the moment. Instead, Hagrid parted Harry’s legs a bit more and then slipped his cock in between them.

“H-Hagrid?” Harry stuttered. “What’re you--?” Harry gasped suddenly when Hagrid grasped his thighs with both hands and pushed them together. Harry could feel Hagrid’s huge cock pressed next to his own cock and balls, the head heavily and wet against his stomach. Before Harry could open his mouth to try asking again, Hagrid pulled his body back and then pushed it forward again.

Hagrid had created a tight passageway. He moved both his hips and Harry’s body as he fucked Harry’s thighs, precome slick and coating wherever the head of Hagrid’s cock touched.

Harry felt his entire face go red with embarrassment. He didn’t know whether to be grateful that Hagrid didn’t go inside him or disappointed. He gasped in shock when Hagrid suddenly lifted him more in the air, almost as if Harry were sitting in his lap, and then Hagrid resumed pleasuring himself as he moved Harry up and down. Harry’s hands scrambled for purchase on the bed, balancing himself as Hagrid lifted the rest of his body off the bed, using him…

And then there was warmth, and wetness, all over him. Hagrid was coming; all over Harry’s thighs and legs and ass, and even gobs had hit his balls, cock, and stomach. Harry shivered at the feel of it as it trickled down his skin and dripped from his stomach to his legs.

Harry was about to move when a large hand wrapped around his prick and started to stroke him.

“No, Hagrid,” Harry panted. “It’s ok. Don’t worry…” Because the last thing Harry wanted was more come on him.

“I won’ leave yeh hangin’,” said Hagrid. He tightened his fist around Harry’s cock, covering almost the entire thing, and pulled faster. Harry let out a soft gasp, his whole body growing hot as his orgasm grew closer than he thought. When Hagrid flicked his giant thumb over the head of Harry’s cock it pulsed once in warning, and then Harry was coming—jet after jet of it shot out, arching gracefully over Hagrid’s bed and landing on the pillow and headboard. As Harry rode out the last of his orgasm, the arc of his come lessened bit by bit, and then the last spurt dribbled over Hagrid’s knuckles.

“That was beautiful, Harry,” sighed Hagrid, and then he did something that made Harry’s breath catch: he licked Harry’s come off his fingers.

Harry’s cheeks shone brightly. “Er, thank you, Hagrid.” He carefully slipped off of Hagrid’s lap and bed, and started to gather his clothes.

“Dun mention it,” said Hagrid sleepily. When Harry finally found all his clothes, he heard a loud rumbling sound. He turned around and saw that Hagrid was already lying on the come-stained pillow, fast asleep.

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For Money
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“Enough, Harry… that’s good—your mouth is very talented, but I want your ass.”

“Yes,” said Harry, shivering at the hungry sound in Mr. Weasley’s voice. He gave that long cock a few more good licks before standing up and bracing himself against the wall. “Like this?” he said over his shoulder.

“Bloody hell…” Arthur gaped. Harry presented quite an erotic picture, up against the wall, legs spread and ass raised as high as it’ll go. When Arthur’s eyes went lower, Harry noticed and brought a hand down to move a cheek over, exposing himself better.

Then Arthur’s mouth went dry as Harry tentatively brushed one of his own fingers over the hole, and it twitched in interest. Arthur licked his lips, closing the distance between them in one stride, and went down on his knees. Harry made a whining noise at the first touch of a tongue to his hole, and that fueled Arthur as he buried his face between those supple cheeks, pushing his tongue in as far as possible. Harry pushed back on his face, moaning and pleading for more and deeper and faster. Arthur paused to wipe the drool from his chin and then dived in for more, loving the way Harry reacted to such a simple thing.

“Do I taste good?” Harry said softly. Arthur raised his head and stared at Harry, somewhat shocked yet even more aroused. He nodded his head quickly a few times.

“Oh yes,” he said, licking his upper lip. “You’re delicious.”

Harry licked his lips as well and shifted his weight a little. He stared at Mr. Weasley with a fevered look in his eyes. “Fuck me?”

“Yes,” Arthur hissed a moan. “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes.” He gave that sweet ass another long swipe of his tongue before standing and pressing his body hard against Harry’s. Harry moaned, pushing his ass back invitingly. Arthur rubbed his cock on the very top of Harry’s ass before moving it down and pressing the wet head of it against Harry’s already slick and gaping hole. Harry pushed back, and then Arthur’s cock was sliding in. Harry gasped loudly at the feel of it stretching him almost painfully, but then sighed in some contentment when Arthur pushed his cock further inside. When Arthur was fully seated, Harry let out a very satisfied noise.

“Like that, do you?” Arthur said against Harry’s ear. “Like having your ass filled with cock?”

“Mmm, yes,” Harry said. He clenched his arse around Arthur’s cock, getting a soft moan out of him.

“If you keep doing that, Harry,” Arthur said in his ear, “I’m going to come too soon.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” said Harry, smirking at him over his shoulder. “Now, would we?”

“No,” said Arthur quietly. He spread Harry’s cheeks wider with his thumbs and stared down at how his cock was sunk into Harry. It was nearly to the base, but Harry’s hole seemed to want to keep sucking him in even though he could go no further. It tore a strangled moan from his throat, and he moved just a little to watch how Harry’s flesh stuck to him. The slight movement made Harry whine softly, which made Arthur’s cock pulse, so he moved a little again. Harry whined louder, and it drove Arthur on—lengthening his strokes every time he moved his hips.

“More… more,” Harry begged, his forehead pushing against the wall as he pushed his body back. “God, yes… more!”

Arthur leaned down and sunk his teeth into Harry’s shoulder, his hips thrusting harder and faster every second, his brain losing all rational thoughts. Harry clenched his hole around Arthur’s cock, earning him a stinging slap on the ass. Harry whimpered shamelessly.

“Bad boy,” said Arthur, still thrusting. “Didn’t I tell you not to do that?”

Harry whined desperately. “But—I want you to come in me. I want to feel the heat of your come fill me… possess me…”

“You little devil,” Arthur growled, speeding up. Harry helped, pushing his body back as fast as he could, moaning over and over, Arthur’s balls slapping against Harry’s ass.

Harry babbled incoherently, his body moving so fast now he was starting to slide down the wall. Arthur’s hands on his hips seemed to be his only anchor. The upper half of his body had lowered, and it almost looked like Harry was trying to touch his toes.

“Fuck, Harry… God, yes, fuck,” said Arthur, pounding in and out of Harry so fast that his cock nearly came out of Harry completely. “God, I’m going to…”

“YES!” Harry shouted, his own hand on his cock, stroking only a few times before finding release. His body shook as he came and came and came all over the carpet. Arthur shuddered, his orgasm hitting him more gradually and sharper. He hadn’t had a mind-shattering orgasm like that in a long time.

“Harry…”

Arthur filled him utterly. Wholly. Completely. And then without thinking much of it, went down on his knees and latched his mouth around Harry’s seeping hole. Harry made a keen cry and just held himself there, legs shaking, a tight knot forming in his stomach at the mere idea of what Mr. Weasley was doing.

And Arthur swallowed, and licked, and slipped inside, mouth wide open. He lapped and ate at Harry’s pulsing hole, cleaning him; savoring the mixed taste of himself and Harry.

“Mr. Weasley?” Harry said softly after going to his hands and knees.

“Yes?” Arthur said, still lazily tonguing Harry’s ass.

“I would give up all my gold just to do that again.”

Arthur paused only for a heartbeat before replying: “I’d do it for free.”

End