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"Tosser", Harry/Self and a host of perversions, NC-17
Title: Tosser
Author: [personal profile] phoenixtears
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Self, Hermione/Draco, Cho, Sirius/Harry, furniture, Padfoot/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x3 for the prompt, "Never Say Never", at [community profile] harry100, though they're sorry they prompted this now!
Warnings: Everything. Sex with an underage character. Bestiality. Abuse of a broomstick, a wand, a pillowcase.
Notes: I'm sick. I blame a conversation with [personal profile] torino10154. I also blame [personal profile] elrhiarhodan. She knows why.

Harry’s pillowcase was pure filth. He’d been abusing it tri-daily now for a good month. There wasn’t much else to do at the Dursley’s, locked up in his room like a criminal. And for a few months now it just seemed like he had to do it or he’d die. Or rape an unsuspecting piece of furniture. Or explode.

His hand moved fast on his aching dick, and as had been happening to him lately, his fantasies drifted away from the easy stuff – boobs, missionary sex, boobs – to the more interesting things he’d rather not ever admit got him off:

Draco doing Hermione doggie style in the middle of class.

Hermione doing Draco doggie style in the middle of class.

Yes, that was quite possibly even better. With her wand. Yes, indeed.

Then it was Cho humping her broom in the middle of a Quidditch match.

Not quite as good, that.

Which was when Sirius showed up.


Sirius, fucking Harry’s ass until he was red and sore and crying.

Harry’s hand flew.

Sirius, growling that he was going to come, going to fill Harry up with his come.


Sirius. Growling.

That’s when the worst thing happened.

Harry’s cock twitched as his godfather turned into Padfoot. Christ, he was the dog, and he was going in him fast, and Harry hardly had time to feel sick; he just came. Came into the pillowcase, shuddering and moaning, his dog godfather thrusting into him at lightning speed until Harry was spent.

Occlumency. Oh bugger, Occlumency! He needed to get really, really good at it.

He’d never suspected himself of this.

Boobs! he told himself fervently. Boobs, you pathetic tosser!

He threw the pillowcase aside, covered his head with his blanket, and tried to forget the most explosive orgasm of his life.