Chapter One : Subway Cars
A/N: Yurr. This was inspired by Love Is Like a Hurricane. I read it a long time ago & I don't exactly remember everything, so I'm probably just gonna make most of this stuff up. I guess I just borrowed the plot? ;A;
Warning(s): AU. Molestation. Grammar/spelling mistakes. All that good stuff.
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
'You've got to be kidding me,' Harry thought almost helplessly. The teen felt dizzy and sick, but he was painfully aroused. And he hated himself for it. Harry knew that this was wrong and yet he couldn't even muster his infamous courage and give... whoever it was a well deserved ass kicking.
The fact that Harry was well aware that he was on the subway filled with a bevy of other people just made everything worse. He desperately wanted to shove the disgusting bastard who was stroking him, but he just couldn't seem to do it. Every time he even thought he might be able to reprimand... whoever was touching him, the hand fondling him would deliver a particularly harsh tug. Speaking of which...
"Oh god," Harry moaned pathetically before gritting his teeth as slender fingers pulled and squeezed. His vision was now badly blurred, his glasses had slid down too far for them to be effective. He shut his eyes and sank his teeth into his lower lip. His offender chuckled, sounding much too amused for Harry's liking.
In the back of his mind, Harry belated noticed that his offender was a man. He had to be – with a rich, baritone voice like that. Plus, those large and slightly calloused hands were a dead giveaway. The click of this realization made Harry flinch. 'I-I'm not even gay!'
The teen was distracted from his musings when shivered in what he hoped was disgust. A warm, wet tongue was now licking a trail up his neck and sweeping over his earlobe.
"Fuck,"Harry murmured, feeling as though he was going pass out. He could feel the pressure building in the pit of his stomach. Harry subconsciously shifted and thrust into the offenders hand, whimpering. This was quickly becoming a bit too much for him. He was pressed flushed between the man and the door of the moving train. He could feel the breathy whispers of the other man, his unyielding touches, and his hardness pressing into his back. Harry threw his head back against the shoulder of the man and came into his hands, his mouth wide in an open scream.
After the teen came down from his euphoric high, the man pressed a kiss to his neck and zipped Harry's pants back up. It was at that moment that Harry (somewhat) regained his backbone. He spun around as best as he could in a crowded cart and face his molester.
"You son of a -– Riddle?"
Tom Marvolo Riddle, his fucking school president, just smirked and raised his cum-covered fingers to his mouth and licked.
Harry's mind went completely blank before he uttered a very heartfelt "Holy shit."
A/N: HAHA. Because being molested in the subway is all the rage these days. imjustkiddingohgodjkjk.
BUT YEAH, that was the first chapter. It's quite short but I promised myself I would update often. :P
Please review because I have no idea what I'm doing & any amount of feedback would be helpful. :'D