#obsessive!harry

The moment you fall in love with someone you never really think about how it’ll feel when it all comes falling down like the leaves of a tree in a late autumn breeze, forming piles of unwanted emotions and painful memories all around you. You never think that the man you saw your whole future with could end up being the same man that breaks your heart with such an ease it’s as if you never really meant anything to him at all. But that’s exactly what happened, Niall ended your two year relationship with a few simple sentences and then walked away leaving you to pick up the pieces of what’s left of your heart and find a way to move on. That’s how you found yourself in your little white rowboat pushing away from the rickety dock seeking refuge in the Styles Town Swamp, needing to get away from all the snickering and sideways glances of the people in your small town that have already heard and formed their own opinions about why your relationship really ended.

“I’m bored.” The casual tone of Niall’s voice as he delivered the first heartbreaking line of his departing speech bounces around in your head as you try to fight back the emotions that are starting to build up in your chest, forming a lump in your throat. “I need to see what else is out there for me-what does that even really mean? God I’m such an idiot.” You mumble as you continue to row out into the middle of the swamp, Niall’s last words to you on repeat in your head.

“He probably never even loved me.” You whisper with a sniffle as you allow the tears to start to fall freely down your face once you’re far enough from the dock and any sort of land that anyone could possibly hear or see you from. “He wouldn’t even hold my hand in public.” Your voice is a low painful teary murmur as you pull in your oars allowing the murky water to take you deeper into the swamp that has been the source of many unfortunate deaths in your small town around this time of year.

But you don’t feel afraid or uneasy, you never have when near the water or even while in it on the few occasions you found yourself submerged when your little rowboat tipped over after you ran into a random tree stump that was barely poking out of the water or when your fishing line got stuck on one of the long vines of a willow tree resulting in you falling overboard while trying to untangle it. The cool water and the buzzing of insects in the trees mixed with the birds flying overhead have always been comforting to you because the swamp is a place where you feel safe to say your deepest darkest thoughts out loud and let your true feelings out because the swamp doesn’t judge. It doesn’t even truly notice or care that you’re there, always flowing with a slow and steady current that takes all your secrets and worries away with it.

“How did I not see the signs that he was unhappy? I really thought we were perfect for each other.” Your voice cracks as you rest your chin in your hands as you lean over and place your elbows on the tops of your thighs. “I just want to be loved….” You whisper to yourself as a few tears roll down your cheeks and drip off your chin, you let out a few soft cries as you finally let yourself feel all the sadness that has wrapped itself around you like a blanket. You cup your face with your hands as your whole body starts to shake with your quiet sobs, feeling like with each tear that falls from your puffy eyes it’s a little bit of the love you had for your now ex boyfriend leaving your body.

After a few minutes you sit up and wipe at your watery eyes with a sad sigh and look down at the water, you watch as the moon’s reflection is disturbed by the ripples caused by a willow vine dipping past the surface making the once lovely picture of the dimly lit moon slowly disappear as each ripple grows bigger pushing it further and further away until it no longer resembles the image it once was. It reminds you of your life in a way, the beautiful picture you created in your mind ruined by one simple act that turned it into something unrecognizable as it drifted further away from you with each word that fell from Niall’s lips.

But as you sit there in your boat, surrounded by the comfort of the swamp you come to the understanding that the life you pictured with Niall is never going to be the life you end up with because he chose to remove himself from it. You can’t change it and at the moment you’re not sure you would want to even if you could because something in the deepest part of your soul feels like it’s pulling you somewhere far away from him.

There’s something unusual mixed in with the familiar dampness on the evening breeze as it tickles Harry’s ankles as he sits at the end of his dock with his eyes closed while his feet are submerged in the murky water. His fingers are mindlessly moving as if he’s playing an instrument that only he can see that’s causing the vines of the willows to bend and sway to the rhythm of the music he’s creating in his mind. His suddenly opens his eyes that are an unnatural bright yellow shade before he blinks making them return to their usual emerald, his fingers go still making the trees stop their dancing as he tilts his head making his long hair fall to one side. With a snap of his fingers the swamp goes silent, all the chirping of crickets and fluttering of leaves come to a sudden halt letting him listen to the sound that’s being carried almost directly to him on the wind, his brows furrow in confusion when he hears what he thinks is someone crying.

“That sound-” he whispers as he closes his eyes and tries to pinpoint where in his swamp the soft whimpers and sobs are coming from. “Is beautiful.” He mumbles as he slowly lowers himself into the water that only comes up to his waist, his eyes are still closed while his hands rest just above the surface. Harry starts walking further away from his dock, the water rising more and more with each step he takes, he stops in his tracks when he sees a blurry image of a woman sitting in a rowboat with her head in her hands appears in his mind for only a moment before it floats away.

“So pretty.” He says softly as he opens his eyes just as the wind delivers him another sad melody of cries. Harry snaps his fingers allowing the swamp to come back to life as he stands there with a smile on his face, an idea already beginning to take shape in his mind. “I need to hear more.” He whispers into the air as he dips the tip of his index finger into the water, twirling it around and around until a light fog is forming right above the surface.

“Bring her to me.” He commands softly before lifting his hand up to his lips and blowing a strong gust of air from his lungs causing the fog to start moving in his desired direction, towards the rowboat he saw in his mind that’s carrying the girl who is making such pretty noises.

You let out a heavy sigh as you reach for your oars just as the moon gets hidden behind a scattering of clouds causing the swamp to be swallowed by darkness. Deciding that you’ve spent more than enough time sitting in your own self pity, it’s time to head back to town and start creating a new life. But just as your hands grip the wood of your oars the squawking of the birds and the soothing sounds of the vines rustling against the surface of the inky water turn nearly silent as the clouds part ever so slightly letting you see a thick fog coming around the bend. You lean forward as your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, you watch in almost disbelief as the cloudy mass acts as if it’s heading straight towards you, not bothering to float down any of the small side canals on the way to surrounding you.

“Don’t go.” Your eyes go wide and you fall back onto the bench when you hear the faint sound of someone whispering in your ear as a sudden breeze blows, urging the fog forward so it’s now circling your small vessel. You look around as the moon gives you just enough light to see a brief yellow glow of what you swear is a pair of eyes in the distance just beyond where the sudden fog came from but they dip under the water before you can get another glimpse.

“Come to me.” You look around as you hear the same whisper on the breeze but this time it’s not as hushed, you look down and watch with curious eyes as the fog starts to gently begin pushing your boat deeper into the swap. “Don’t be afraid.” You feel your heart start to pound in your chest as the voice blows effortlessly on the breeze sending a shiver down your spine.

“Th-this is insane.” You mumble to yourself as your head turns in the direction of a quiet splash, you squint your eyes and feel your tummy do a weird flip when the yellow eyes once again appear just above the surface of the water at the edge of the fog. Their subtle glow has you unable to look away and to your surprise they don’t disappear the moment you catch their stare, they just look back at you unblinking for a few moments before releasing you from their hold and dipping under the surface into the deep murky water below.

“I won’t hurt you.” Those whispered words of comfort in your ear have you letting go of your oars, finding something soothing in the way the wind that helps carry the soft voice blows around your shoulders and then goes twirling around your ankles just above the skirt of your dress as if it’s wrapping its self around you. You aren’t overcome with any sense of panic or dread, no instead you feel an odd comforting sort of warmth make its way up your body from the dull embers of a desire for something you don’t fully understand that’s starting to crackle and ignite deep down in your soul. While letting out a deep sigh you place your hands in your lap, surrendering yourself to whoever the voice belongs to as you drift even deeper into the thick of the swamp.

You don’t know how long your little rowboat has been steadily pushed through the water, only assuming it’s been a while when you notice a change in the air as you enter into part of the swamp you’ve never seen before. There’s a thick dampness to the air that causes a heaviness to be felt as you come up on two giant willow trees with curtains of vines that completely block the way, you feel a small uneasiness wash over you as you prepare to duck down so their vines don’t hit you as you pass through. But to your surprise just as the front of your boat touches a small bundle of vines they slowly begin to pull back like a set of curtains allowing you through unscathed. You turn in your spot on the bench to watch the vines fall back into place creating a thick wall of greenery blocking anyone from being able to see your boat from the other side.

The boat coming to a sudden stop has you moving once more so you’re facing the front and you feel your eyes go wide as you’re met with a dock that leads up to what appears to be a run down fishing cabin that has one singular light flickering above the door. You grab your rope and securely tie up your boat, looking over the old wooden structure to make sure it looks stable enough for you to stand on before even attempting to climb out onto it. Once you’re on the dock you look around and it’s then that you notice the fog has all but vanished letting you see the swirls of green algae floating atop the inky blackness of the water as you watch it flow under the dock. As you stand at the end of the surprisingly sturdy structure you feel as if someone or something is watching you, there’s an unnerving quiet that comes over the swamp that has your eyes bouncing around until they land on the same pair of yellow eyes you’ve seen twice before.

You stand there frozen in place as the eyes stare into yours, your mouth falls open when out from the darkness the owner of the eyes steps into a stream of moonlight. You watch as a tall manlike figure slowly makes his way towards you, there’s bits of moss and dead leaves tangled in with his dark curls that fall just a bit past his broad shoulders, his tan skin has a green tinge to it as the moon shines down on him like a spotlight, your eyes skim downward taking in the swirls of black vine like markings that adorn his arms all the way down to his fingertips. You spot small clusters of dark brown and green scales on his arms as well as his chest as your eyes continue their journey downward, you swallow thickly when you roam down his well defined abs that house more swirls of ink that seem to go below the surface of the water.

You take a small step backwards as you watch the man inch closer and closer to the edge of the dock. When your eyes find their way back up to his face your brows pinch together as his eyes turn from their ominous glowing yellow to a calming emerald green after just a simple blink. Once he reaches the edge you can’t help but look at him with a sense of bewilderment as he places his palms flat against the wood of the dock and with little to no effort at all pulls himself up and out of the water. You blink a few times as you look down at his feet and then up his muscular thighs that have the same vine like swirls wrapped around them but when your eyes dare to travel upward just a bit you feel your face get hot and you turn your head to look away when you notice the only piece of clothing the man is wearing is a cloth tied around his waist by a thin braided rope leaving very little to the imagination.

“So small.” You feel a chill run down your spine as the same voice you heard carried on the breeze slips out of the man’s mouth. Before you can even turn your head you feel a warm hand on your cheek, he gently turns your face and tucks his pinky under your chin to tilt your head all the way back so you’re able to look up at him and it’s not until then that you realize just how big he is as he towers over you while his eyes roam over your features.

“I-I’m not small you’re j-just huge.” Your voice is shaky and barely above a whisper as you attempt to defend your average size but it goes unnoticed as he continues to look you over as if he’s committing your face to memory.

“I heard you making noises in your little boat.” He tells you softly as if he doesn’t want to disturb the tranquil silence that’s come over the swamp by being unnecessarily loud. He maintains his hold on your face as his eyes travel down your neck to the top of your black dress but when he gets to your pin that’s in the shape of a pumpkin with heart shaped sunglasses that’s attached right above your left breast he quirks a brow and brings his eyes back up to yours as if asking a silent question that has your cheeks turning pink letting him feel the sudden warmth of your skin under his palm.

“It was a gift.” You explain shyly, he doesn’t say anything in response but you swear you see the corners of his mouth twitch.

“Interesting.”

“Th-thank you.” You don’t mean for your words to come out like a question but they do and it has you internally cringing at how unsure you sound, but the man once again doesn’t seem to notice or care as he brings his other massive hand up to hold the other side of your face.

“Why were you making those pretty noises?” He asks with a tilt of his head as his thumbs run over your cheekbones before delicately running over your eyebrows. His warm hands cupping your cheeks and his fingers tracing the features of your face has your mind struggling to form any sentences, and as if he can sense this he slides one hand down to the side of your neck making a small gasp leave your parted lips at how his hand can nearly wrap all the way around it.

“You were crying.” He states as his thumb wipes under your eye feeling the dried evidence of all the tears you had shed earlier. “Why?” He asks while his hand on your neck slides down to the top of your shoulder and then your arm giving you light squeezes as he goes as if he’s seeing how sturdy you are.

“I uh-uhm got broke-broken up with.” You explain trying not to let your emotions get the best of you, not wanting to give any more of your tears to someone who isn’t worthy of them. Your words have the man’s eyes narrowing and you swear you see his eyes flash red before fading back to green.

“Those sounds were because you were sad?” He asks it as if the very idea of you being sad offends him, you do your best to nod with his hold on your face and that’s when he drops his hands from you and you hope he doesn’t see the small frown your mouth forms at the loss of his warm touch. You quietly clear your throat and look down at your feet suddenly feeling embarrassed and extremely small compared to the man standing directly in front of you.

“I-I’m sorry I’ll just-” before you can even try to motion to your rowboat you feel his hand slide to the back of your head giving your hair a tug so you’re once again looking up at him.

“You sound so pretty when you’re sad.” You swallow down your nerves as his grip tightens ever so slightly as he leans down while the corner of his mouth tugs upward into a sideways smirk. “I bet you sound beautiful when you’re crying out in pleasure.” The effortless way the words roll of his tongue fan the flames of desire you felt earlier deep down inside you, his eyes never leave yours as he leans down further until his lips are just an inch away from yours.

“Let’s find out.” His breath fans across your face and before you can even blink his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss that has you letting out a small noise of surprise when his free hand grabs at your hip pulling you flush against him, your hands reach out and rest on the surprisingly smooth skin right below his pecs.

His lips move hungrily against yours as if he can’t get enough, your eyes close and your lips part letting him slip his tongue into your mouth making a low growl come from deep in his chest. You immediately give him full control of the kiss, not caring at all how rough his hold on you is as he licks into your mouth smoothing his tongue over yours in a way that has you craving more. His hand slowly goes up your side and you can’t help the little moan you let out when you feel his warm hand cup your breast over the material of your dress, giving it a good squeeze before moving back down to your hip.

“Want to hear you say my name just like that.” He mumbles against the skin of your jaw, his hand sliding out of your hair and down to the side of your neck. You let out a soft sigh as your hands roam over his strong chest, feeling the roughness of his scales against your palms but then his words hit you and you feel a wave of embarrassment crash over you as you realize you don’t even know the name of the man that has his hands on you.

“Wh-what is your name?” You ask making the man smile against your neck before placing a warm kiss just below your ear.

“Harry.” He answers as he kisses his way down your neck only pausing when he hears you let out a small giggle. His eyes find yours when he pulls away just enough so he can stare at you with a look of pure confusion on his face that has you instantly regretting not being able to control yourself, even in moments like this.

“I love it-I just thought it w-would be something more uhm-uh scarier since you’re a uh whatever you are.” You want to slap your hand over your face at how silly you sound but Harry just quirks a brow and continues to stare at you.

“Do I scare you?” There’s a softness to his voice as he looks at you like he’s not sure what to make of you quite yet.

“No.” Your answer has a smile spreading across his face and you find yourself thankful his big strong hands are on you just in case your knees give out at how perfect his face looks while there’s a smile on it.

“Do I get to know your name?” You nod and watch his smile turn into a full blown grin as you tell him your name. “How terrifying.” Harry’s voice is borderline playful and you let out the beginning of a laugh but it gets cut off by his lips crashing into yours for a deep and desperate kiss.

Harry bends his knees and in one smooth motion his hands are on your hips and he’s lifting you off the ground making you have no other choice but to wrap your legs around his middle and your arms around his neck, not that you think he’d drop you with how strong you can already tell he is. He doesn’t break the kiss as he starts walking towards the cabin, his tongue licks your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth serving as a pleasant distraction from the fact he’s walking with his eyes closed. It’s not until you hear the sound of a door getting slammed shut that your eyes snap open, Harry doesn’t mind when you pull away from him his lips just move to your neck as he adjusts his hold on you so his hands are gripping the backs of your thighs.

“You’re so soft.” He says as he nips at the side of your jaw as he takes a few steps into the cabin, your eyes barely have time to adjust to the dim lighting of a few candles he has lit on random surfaces before you feel yourself falling backwards landing on something velvety and plush. “What do you call this?” You sit up onto your elbows and look down at Harry’s hand that’s grabbing at the skirt of your dress that’s bunched up at the middle of your thighs from how your legs were wrapped around him.

“A dress.” Your answer has him narrowing his eyes as he inspects the garment, running his thumb and index finger over the soft material.

“Does it come off?” You rub your lips together to hold back a small chuckle at how serious he looks as his eyes roam over your body seeing how much the dress covers you and clearly not liking it.

“Yes it-” the sound of fabric being ripped has your eyes going wide and your mouth falling open as Harry wastes no time in ripping the front part of the skirt, tearing it all the way up near where it hits your hips not stopping until you hold your hands out. “Wait I can-can just take it off.” Harry nearly pouts at the fact he can’t just rip your dress off your body but he listens and removes his hands.

He doesn’t move from the edge of the pile of blankets and pillows that form a makeshift sort of nest he dropped you on that sits in the corner of the cabin. You sit up on your knees, Harry’s eyes lock with yours and the way you watch him lick his lips in a hungry sort of anticipation has all your nerves melting away making way for a surge of confidence to radiate through you. His stare is intense but holds a softness to it as he watches you grab the fabric at the bottom of your dress and carefully lift it over your head but before you can drop it on the floor Harry reaches over and grabs it, your cheeks get hot as he brings it up to his face and gives it a smell as he rubs the soft material against his cheek.

“Can I keep this?” His question has you nearly choking on air as you take in a deep breath, he just stares at you as he continues to run the material against his cheek.

“Uhm no I need it to-to wear home.” You answer softly not wanting to upset him because you can tell he is enjoying how soft the fabric is against the smooth skin of his face and neck.

“Fine.” He says with a sigh as he drops the dress down near his feet, his eyes take in the new bits of flesh and when they find your black bra his eyes continue to travel downward as he reaches a hand out with furrowed brows and plucks at the thin material of the waistband of your matching panties. “Why do you hide yourself?” You look down at his hand that looks extra massive when it’s gripping the outside of your thigh, his thumb slipping under the hem and before you can answer his question his eyes find yours and you feel a small tug and hear a quiet ripping noise that’s followed by a shiver that runs through you as the cool air hits your newly exposed skin.

“I don’t like it.” He explains as he tosses your now ruined panties to the side not caring where they land, and before you can blink he’s ripping off your bra like it’s nothing and tossing it behind him. “You’re too pretty to hide under such ugly things.” You open your mouth to argue with him about how your lingerie is far from ugly he just isn’t used to it but before you can even mutter a single syllable his hand grips the side of your neck, tilting your face upwards with his thumb as he bends down and captures your lips in a kiss that’s different than the others you’ve shared. It’s slow and full of something that has your heart pounding against your chest as if it wants to break free and let Harry keep it, already knowing it would be safer in his hands than anyone else’s.

“I want to feel you.” His voice is deep as he pulls away and urges you onto your back. “I want to taste you.” He tells you between kisses down your neck, you feel his hands gently spread your legs enough for him to fit between before placing them on either side of your head. “I want to ruin you.” You feel as if your whole body is buzzing as Harry continues to kiss his way down your neck to your chest. His eyes find yours as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a breathy sigh as his warm tongue circles it a few times and your hands reach out and grab at his arms when he gives it a gentle nip with his teeth before moving on to the other one.

“Will you let me do that?” Your mind is a fuzzy mess as he hovers over you with a desperate yet hopeful look in his eyes that makes you want to laugh, because you don’t understand how he could possibly think you would ever tell him no.

“Yes.” A grin spreads across his face that shows off his dimples and you have to hold back an awe at how adorable he looks but the moment is short lived because soon he’s lowering himself down to his knees and grabbing at your hips to pull you closer to the edge so he can toss your legs over his shoulders. He grabs onto the soft flesh of your hips with a firm hold but in a moment of softness you watch him turn his head and place little kisses to the inside of both thighs nuzzling his nose against the soft skin and taking in a deep inhale.

“You smell just as pretty as you sound.” You bring your hands up to cover your face but Harry doesn’t allow it for even a moment. “Don’t.” His voice isn’t commanding or even loud but still, something in the way he says it has you instantly dropping your hands to your sides letting his eyes find yours. “Need to see you while I taste you.” Before you can respond he sticks out his tongue and teasingly flicks at your clit with the tip of it making your hips want to jerk upward but Harry’s strong hands keep them in place.

His eyes never leave yours as he leans forward and lets his warm tongue explore your slick folds, his hold on your hips tightens as he pulls you even closer to the end of the blankets and you let out a loud moan when his tongue dives into your soaked center. Harry makes a noise that sounds like a satisfied hum mixed with a soft growl as he licks into you, his hands moving down to grab at the outside of your knees to spread your legs a little wider allowing him to wiggle closer to the edge of the pallet and swirl his tongue deeper into your wetness. You don’t know what to do with your hands as you feel a wave of pleasure roll through you as Harry’s tongue dives in and out of you with such skill it has you wondering how many times he’s done this but those thoughts are washed away when he reaches up with one of his hands and grabs yours and brings it to rest on the top his head.

“Oh god.” You say with a moan as your hand slips into Harry’s surprisingly soft hair as he gives your clit a few flicks. You let out a small whine and drop your hand from his hair when Harry’s mouth moves away from your needy cunt.

“That’s not my name.” His voice is rough as his eyes stare into yours, you let out gasp when he gives the inside of your thigh a small but noticeable bite that you know is going to leave a mark. He places sloppy kisses on his way back to where you desperately need him most, you watch a smile take over his face as he tilts his head to the right and then to the left as if he’s admiring a profound piece of artwork.

“So pretty.” Is all you hear him whisper before he dives his tongue back into you with a new found determination, your hand goes back into Harry’s long locks and gives his roots a harsh pull when you feel his hands tug you further down until the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest and the backs of your knees rest on top of his strong shoulders.

“H-Harry oh fuck.” You say with a loud moan as your eye snap closed, the roughness of the scales on his chest brushing against the soft skin of your thighs mixed with the way he’s licking and sucking at your center as if he’s trying to devour you has you feeling overwhelmed but in the best possible way.

When you open your eyes and look down at Harry’s head between your thighs it doesn’t shock you to see he’s already looking at you, but what does surprise you is the way he’s looking at you. His eyes are a dark green almost black but with a softness and warmth to them that you swear you’ve seen and felt before, his stare is intense but in a way that makes your pulse quicken and your heart feel like it’s on fire. It’s the intensity of his stare and the swirl of his tongue as he pushes it deep inside you that has you spiraling off the edge and falling face first into a pool of pleasure. He holds your thighs open when you try to close them as you let out a cry of his name as you come undone, Harry lets out a throaty growl as he catches all your release on his tongue, the slurping sounds he makes as he swallows it all down being the only noise in the room apart from your heavy breathing.

“H-holy shit.” You pant as your hands fall to your sides as you try to catch your breath. “How’d you-why are you so good at that?” You ask as your brain tries to un muddle itself allowing you to think just a little more clearly. Harry lets out an almost sad noise when he pulls away from your center, his hands running up and down the outside of your thighs.

“Good at what?” He asks innocently as if he has no clue what he just did to you with only his mouth. “I just wanted to taste you.” He tells you casually as he licks his lips, you stare at him with a dumbfounded expression that has him quirking an eyebrow at you.

“I just-you are uh really talented with your uhm-uh tongue.” Harry smiles at your words of praise as he stands up making you let out a small shriek when he wraps his hands around your ankles keeping them near the tops of his shoulders making it to where your center is pressed against his very prominent bulge that’s only being restrained by a piece of cloth.

“Can I feel you now?” You swallow down your nerves as you watch one of Harry’s hands reach down to untie the thin belt keeping his one piece of clothing up, you already could tell he was going to be big but what you see when he lets the cloth fall to his feet has you suddenly unsure if you’ll even be able to take him with how thick and long he is.

“I-I don’t know if-” as if Harry can sense the reason behind your hesitation he quickly moves one of your legs so it’s bent at the knee and your foot is resting flat on top of the soft blankets, he leans over just enough so your other ankle is resting on top of his shoulder while he places a hand near your hip to hold himself up, you feel your worries get lost somewhere in the back of your mind as two of Harry’s thick digits slide inside you.

“You’ll be okay.” He reassures you as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you letting your body adjust to their size before he adds a third. “I won’t hurt you remember?” You can only manage to nod in response as you feel him stretch you open bit by bit with each thrust of his fingers that are thicker than anything else you’ve experienced before.

He lets out a small laugh when you whine loudly as he slides his fingers from your wetness, licking them clean with a pleased hum. Then he leans over even further placing his hands on either side of your head making your knee find its place on his shoulder, your thigh practically touching your chest as his face hovers over yours. You can’t help yourself as you reach up and cup his face in your hands, his hair falls to the sides acting as a curtain around the two of you as he leans down to press his lips against yours.

“Eyes on me.” He instructs softly but with a hint of something more serious, you just nod as your eyes find his. “Take a deep breath.” You do as he says making him smile. “Now let it out slowly.” As you feel the air slowly leaving your lungs you also feel the tip of Harry’s cock slip past your entrance making you instantly tense up. “No no don’t do that.” Harry’s voice is gentle but you can tell by the way his jaw is clenching that he’s having to hold himself back. “Another deep breath in and then let it out nice and slow.” He pushes in just a bit more as you exhale slowly, his eyes search yours for any signs of discomfort and when he finds none he pushes in a little more letting you feel every inch and every ridge of his thick shaft.

“You’re-you’re so big Harry I don’t-” your words get cut off by Harry placing his lips on yours in a quick kiss.

“You can.” He tells you and it’s the way he sounds so confident as if he’s seen the two of you in this position before in his mind and knows you can take him just fine that has you letting out another deep breath and nodding your head before moving your hands to your sides.

“Okay.” Harry smiles down at you and gives your lips one last kiss before he stands up, your leg still bent and the other still resting on his shoulder. His eyes glance down at where the two of you are connected and you feel yourself loosening up a bit as a wave of confidence and desire washes over you as you watch him lick his lips and hear him let out a deep gravely sounding groan as he pushes himself deeper into your tight center.

“Everything about you is so nice and pretty.” He tells you as he finds your eyes. “You taste so nice.” You let out a moan and grip the blanket at your sides when he pulls out just a bit and then slides back in with a quick thrust. “The way you sound is beautiful.” His eyes darken as he looks at you while pushing all the way in until he’s fully tucked inside you, deeper than anyone else has ever been able to get. “You’re just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His sweet words have a smile spreading across your face as he stills his hips letting you adjust to his size.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen too.” Harry grins at your words as he turns and lowers his head so he can place a few kisses to the inside of your ankle that his hand is wrapped around keeping it in place near his shoulder.

As your body accommodates Harry’s size and girth you feel a sense of fullness that has a warming sensation flowing through you, a comforting sort of heaviness inside of you that you know you’re going to be aching for before too long. But then you remember how Harry said he was going to ruin you and you think this is what he meant, supplying you with a feeling he knows no one else will be able to give you. Before you can get too wrapped up in your thoughts Harry starts moving his hips, slow at first to test how you feel but when he sees your lips part and your head lean back as his name tumbles out of your mouth he begins to quicken his pace.

“Want to keep you.” His voice is deep and filled with need as his thrusts turn harsher, finally letting himself handle you the way he’s been wanting to. “Want to have you all the time.” He says as he leans over planting his hand next to your hip letting him hit even deeper with the new angle, your eyes roll back and your back arches as he pounds into you at a relentless pace that has you meeting your release harder and quicker than you’ve ever done before.

His name falls out of your mouth over and over as you pulse and squeeze him, he lets out a loud moan as he watches his cock slick with your arousal slip in and out of you while you soak him. He doesn’t slow down or give you time to catch your breath before he’s moving your leg off his shoulder and roughly grabbing your sides so in one quick and smooth motion he has you in his lap as he sits at the edge of the mass of blankets and pillows. You grab onto his shoulders as he fucks his thick cock up into you while you struggle to meet his pace, still feeling floaty and tingly from your orgasm.

“Feel this.” Harry grabs one of your hands and places it on your lower tummy letting you feel the bulge of the tip of his cock against your palm as he thrusts deep inside you. “We are one.” His lips find your neck as he keeps your hand pressed against your tummy. “You’re what I’ve been missing.” He whispers in your ear as he gives you a harsh thrust of his hips, you feel yourself dangerously close to coming undone as his hand slips lower until his thumb is pressing against your clit.

“I’m so-it’s too-oh fuck.” Your words are a mumbled mess as you try to grasp onto any self control you have left but when Harry grabs at the side of your neck with his free hand and forces your head to tilt back so your eyes can lock with his you find yourself losing the battle inside yourself and coming undone with a loud cry of his name.

“So wet and warm.” He says with a moan as he gives the side of your neck a small squeeze. “So perfect.” He growls as he bucks his hips into you with a hungry determination that has you bouncing on his lap, your hands clawing at his shoulders to keep you steady.

“Want to make you mine.” His words flutter through your fuzzy mind, barely making any sense to you when suddenly you’re being picked up and placed on your back with your head at the top of the blankets and Harry hovering over you, his pupils are blown out and there’s a deep sense of need radiating off of him. “Say you’re mine.” You try to catch your breath and make sense of the situation that you’re currently in, clawing at what little shreds of your sanity you can but Harry is too much, he’s too overwhelming in all the ways that make your heart flutter and have you being washed away in a wave of pleasure and completion so you can’t even stop yourself before you just nod and bring your hands up to grab his face.

“Yours-I’m all yours.” And you mean it, you fully belong to the man that’s staring at you with such intensity you think you might explode, your heart leaps and the deepest darkest parts of you feel bathed in a warmth you’ve never felt before as he leans in and places his lips on yours in a kiss that has you grinning when he pulls away.

“All mine.” He mumbles against your jaw as your hands tangle into his hair, he gives you a few harsh thrusts that have you scooting up the blankets until the top of your head meets the wall. He lets out a loud groan followed by your name just as you feel a surge of warmth as Harry finally gets hit with his release, he gives the side of your neck a little bite as he gently fucks you through his orgasm, wanting to give you every last drop he has to offer.

“I knew it.” Is all he says with a smile on his face as he plops down next to you on the blankets. You just turn your head to look at him, too exhausted and a little sore to do much else.

“Knew what?”

“You sound even prettier when you cry out of pleasure.” His voice isn’t teasing or mocking, he says it as if stating a simple fact and it has your face heating up but before you can try to hide in the comfort of your hands Harry is rolling over to his side and sitting up on his elbow so he can grab your hip and pull you closer to him. “Don’t do that.” He gently warns as he runs a finger down the side of your face. “I like to see you.” He says with a smile when he feels your cheek get hot under his touch.

“Can-can I ask you something?” Harry just nods as he continues tracing the soft features of your face. “How long have you uh lived here?”

“Forever.” He answers honestly as his eyes roam over your face and then down your body. “I’ve always been the keeper of this place-the swamp I think is what you call it? I make sure the creatures and things are well looked after and-”

“Do you know why so many people uhm d-die here?” This question makes Harry pause his movements and look at you with an almost pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry I don’t know why I asked you-”

“I know the name and remember the face of every single person that’s died in my water.” You rub your lips together and reach a hand up to trace one of the black vines that flow down his neck to his chest. “It has to be done sometimes.”

“What do you mean?”

“The water needs a soul every few years so it takes one or sometimes I offer it one but it’s to keep the people safe.” Harry explains as he rolls over to his back, not even looking at you as he grabs your arm and helps pull you over to him so your head is resting against his chest. “It would be chaos if it didn’t get its soul-floods that would bring nothing but death so it’s just easier to sacrifice one to save hundreds.” You feel your heart drop at the idea of Harry having to be apart of every single death that happens in his swap, the amount of pain and guilt he must carry around with him that he somehow hides exceptionally well with dimples and lopsided grins.

“How long has it been since the last uhm death?”

“Five years.” His hold on you tightens as he lets out a deep sigh. “It’s been calling for a soul I just haven’t found one yet.”

“Oh.” Is all you say and as he’s proven a few times already it’s as if he already knows you and can tell what you need to hear from him to keep you from diving into the deep end of your never ending thoughts.

“I won’t hurt you remember?” He places his lips to the top of your head making you smile. “I mean it. I won’t let anything or anyone else hurt you either.” You believe every word that comes out of his mouth, finding a sense of comfort in them that has your eyes closing and your breathing evening out enough for you to fall into a peaceful sleep in the arms of a man you don’t even know that well but already feel connected to in ways you can’t explain.

Harry feels a weird pang in his chest as his sits and watches you try to get your dress back on without letting the rips show too much of your most intimate parts that now have to go uncovered due to his roughness with your undergarments. His eyes roam over every inch of you, already missing the way your soft and delicate body feels pressed against his. When you let out a huff and turn to face him he can’t help himself as he reaches out and grabs your hips to pull you so you’re standing between his legs, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he hears the soft little squeak you let out.

“You’ll be back tomorrow?” He asks for the fifth time in the span of ten minutes making you let out a laugh as you nod your head yes. “And the day after that?” He questions as he reaches up and cups the side of your face in his hand letting him feel the warmth that rises to your cheeks when you catch him staring at you.

“Yes I’ll come back tomorrow and the day after that.” Your answer has Harry smiling as he leans forward and rests his forehead on your chest letting you run your hands through his hair doing your best to avoid the random leaves and moss he has tangled in it. “I uhm won’t be able to come until tomorrow night because I have to go get my uh-uhm things from Niall’s house.” Harry’s hands find their way to your backside giving your ass a firm squeeze as you talk, only pausing when you mention a name he hasn’t heard before.

“What things? From who?” He asks as he lifts his head off your chest, he can tell from the way you’re biting your bottom lip that answering his questions is going to cause you pain and it has his hands sliding back up to your hips so he can give them soft squeezes. “Is he the one? The one who made you come here and cry in your little boat?”

“Yes.” You answer truthfully and Harry pushes down his rage and anger towards the individual that hurt you, not wanting you to think he’s at all upset with you. “I have to go.” You whisper sadly as you see the start of the sunrise through the dirty window of Harry’s cabin.

“I want you to have something.” You raise an eyebrow as Harry lifts his hands up and closes his eyes, you watch in amazement as he twirls two fingers around in the air making vines suddenly appear from a small hole in the ground form where one of the planks in the floor gave way and fell into the dark water below. He keeps his eyes closed and twists his fingers a few more times until the vines create a small bracelet, he opens his eyes once he hears it fall to the floor.

“So you’ll always have a piece of me with you wherever you go.” He explains as he slips the bracelet onto your wrist, you run your fingers over it and feel surprised by how soft and sturdy it feels.

“It’s so pretty.”

“Just like you.” He states with no hint of playfulness evident in his voice as he stands up and places a hand on the side of your neck. “You’re all mine right?” You feel as if your whole body is tingling as he tilts your head up so you can look him right in the eyes.

“I am.” You don’t know why that answer falls out of your mouth with such ease, but you also don’t question it because Harry makes you feel wanted and cherished in a way that has you willing to tell him anything if it means he’ll keep looking at you and touching you the way he is right now.

“Good.” Is all he says before he captures your lips in a goodbye kiss that has you gasping for air by the time he pulls away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Harry.” You stumble a little bit as you turn to walk out his door, leaving him standing there with a smile on his face as you wave bye to him.