◢ Stockholm Syndrome - Filled
Warning: underage, rape
Prompt: young!harry, captor!louis | prompt submitted by: iwanthetommo
Prompt: (oh god I sound like such a sicko) young!harry is kidnapped by Louis, but ends up having stockholm syndrome (empathy/positive feelings towards the captor)
other thing: uhm well my prompt pretty much sums it up but harry gets kidnapped by louis (harry is no younger than twelve) and louis just thinks he’s so pretty and wants him for himself. ensue smut where harry is unwilling and crying but louis doesn’t care (gosh I’m such a bad person) and even hits him when harry gets out of line. as time goes by, harry starts allowing things to happen to him and sometimes even feels the need to impress louis (hence the stockholm syndrome) :)
ending: after harry really impresses louis in bed, louis cuddles up with him and tells harry how much of a good boy he is.
oh god, you probably think I’m such a pervert lol
“Niall? Where are you? Liam? Zayn?” Harry called out as he tried to look for his friends who are exceptionally good at playing hide and seek. He has been looking for a good thirty minutes and he still hasn’t caught one – long story short, he sucks at this game. “I don’t want to play anymore! You guys suck!” He screamed loudly, his voice echoing through the large playground, making him realise how empty it is now. He called out his friends’ names again, feeling frightened, mad, and alone for so many reasons: one, he’s worried about his friends, two, he’s scared of the dark , and three, he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to go home.
He continued walking around the area until he reached the gates, where he could finally see cars driving around the streets, giving him some sort of relief, knowing that it wouldn’t be hard to ask help from anyone since he lives in a good neighbourhood. Luckily, a familiar car stopped in front of him. ‘Ah, it’s Mr. Tomlinson from next door.’ He realised as the car door opened and revealed a beaming young man, who is at least twenty five years old, wearing a crisp white shirt and tight beige chinos, emphasising every muscle in his perfectly sculpted body.
Louis had been keeping an eye on the young boy from next door for a long time. Something about Harry made him feel entranced every time he sees him; whether it was just Harry playing with his cat in their front lawn or riding bicycles with his friends across the street. Maybe it was his pretty, curly hair, or his charming smile, combined with the dimples that could probably be seen from five hundred miles away. He never mustered up the courage to come up to him, afraid that Harry would think of him weirdly, suddenly wanting to be friends with a twelve year old boy that he has never even had a conversation with before.
He’s suffered many nights because of young Harry, how his cock throbbed at the thought of doing things with him, and how much he wants to hear Harry screaming his name after making him orgasm after a long day of denial. Although it really didn’t matter, because all he knew was that he wanted the boy, and he’s going to have him once he gets the chance. And now here he is, vulnerable and helpless, exactly how Louis wants him. “Harry! Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Louis gave the young boy a big smile, gesturing for him to get inside the car.
“Did my mum send you to look for me?” Harry asked, his face innocent and naïve. He settled himself inside the car and buckled up, just like how his father taught him, making sure that safety is always first.
Louis tried his best not to show any sign of confusion as he rummaged his mind of lies to tell young Harry. “Well, kind of.” Louis replied, earning him a confused look from the boy. “Actually, I’m here to pick you up because your mum let me bring you with me to my beach house.”
Harry immediately beamed from delight. “Did she really? This is so exciting! I’ve only been to a beach once, and that was when I was five, I think. So I can’t really remember much. But, really. This is great! I can’t wait to see the ocean, although I’m a bit scared of sharks, since you know, they will eat me, but I guess I can just bring the shark kit my dad bought for me for my birthday. It has like, this shark repellent thing that will make them not want to eat me. I think that would be really helpful for you too, Mr. Tomlinson.” Harry took a deep breath as he finished.
Louis smiled at him. “You can call me Louis, and yes. I think it’d really be nice if you could lend me that shark repellent.” He said as he restarted the engine and drove back to the main road. He tried his best to calm himself and concentrate on the road with his cock already half-hard after seeing Harry.
“Wait, what about my stuff?” Harry asked as he noticed that they have already gone far away from where he lives. “I can’t go to the beach without my sha-”
“Shut up.” Louis hissed, making Harry flinch at the sharp tone in his voice. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m just really tired.” He said as he rests his hand on the young boy’s knee. He immediately got reminded of the painful feeling in his groin, his hips bucking up unconsciously after finally getting to touch Harry.
“But, what about my things?” Harry insisted, not minding that Louis’ hand is on his knee. He is too exhausted and simple minded to even think that there’s more to it than just a comforting touch.
“I’ll call your mum to bring it for you, alright? I’m too tired.” Louis faked a yawn as he watched Harry’s head lowering down in disappointment.
“It’s okay.” Harry finally said after a few minutes of silence. “When we go to long trips, my dad gets tired too, and he usually goes to a rest stop to take nap.” At those words, Louis sped up and immediately found himself the nearest gas station to park the car. “Um, Louis, I’m hungry.” Louis handed Harry a few twenty dollar bills and watched as the young boy ran to the shop cheerfully.
He noticed that his cock was still hard and started palming himself through his pants, until he realised it wasn’t enough, so he pulled his pants down, just enough to reveal his cock, hard, and already leaking with pre-cum. Louis shut his eyes as he jerked himself off intensely, imagining how much better it would be if it was Harry doing it for him. He could feel that he was already close to orgasm, when the car door suddenly opened and revealed a shocked looking Harry, trying to balance all the food he bought in one hand. As if it was the last pull he needed, Louis finally came, white liquid shooting across his chest and stomach.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, and Louis shook his head, remembering that Harry goes to a private Catholic school, which basically means that he is actually completely clueless about such things. He also took notice that Harry already has a bulge underneath his pants.
“Go to the back seat.” Louis ordered him and the young boy willingly followed, leaving the food on the passenger seat before settling himself at the back seat. Louis joined Harry, diving from the driver’s seat to the back. He didn’t even bother saying anything; Louis just pushed Harry back, and pulled his pants down with his boxers, exposing Harry’s cock.
“What are you going to do?” Harry’s voice trembled, his emerald green eyes wide with fear.
“I’m going to fuck you, is that alright?” Louis replied as he took off his pants and spread Harry in front of him, resting the young boy’s legs around his waist.
“Please! Don’t!” Harry cried, covering his face with his hands.
“Shut it!” Louis shushed him, only making Harry cry harder. Harry felt something nudge on his hole, slowly penetrating and stretching him until it was all the way in, and he was screaming in pain.
“Please! Stop! It hurts!” He cried as Louis’ cock started moving slowly, gaining a steady rhythm after a few more thrusts. Harry’s crying and begging only provoked Louis to go harder and faster.
Harry’s tight heat enveloped his cock and it was nothing like he has ever felt before. Louis moaned Harry’s name over and over again, feeling his cock throb and was surprised that he could even last this long, with Harry spread underneath him, feeble and defenceless.
Louis watched as the young boy’s expression changed, straining himself from moaning as Louis’ cock hit his prostate, sending shivers down straight to his cock, already painfully hard and leaking with pre-cum. Louis took Harry’s cock in his hand and stroke him, matching it with his thrusts, and soon enough, Harry started trembling as his warm liquid gushed from his cock, and it was enough for Louis to reach his own release.
Louis collapsed on top of Harry, their chests heaving as they tried to steady their breathing. Louis raised his head to look at Harry and found him still crying. “You’re a bad person.” Harry said as their eyes met.
“Do you hate me then?” Louis pushed back Harry’s hair, shiny and damp from sweat, and kissed his temple. Harry shook his head no and yawned, feeling exhausted after getting fucked. “You want to sleep, babe?” Harry nodded and Louis helped him up, dressed him and carried him back to the front seat. “I’ll wake you up once we get there, alright?” Harry nodded again, still shocked from what happened.
“Can I go to the beach?” Harry asked, watching the ocean from the glass door. He had been quiet the whole trip, and Louis couldn’t have asked for more. At least he didn’t have to listen to him blabbering about things he’s not even the least interested in.
“You can go later, why don’t we have something to eat first? I’m famished.” Louis said as he made his way to the kitchen of his beach house. It was a gift from his grandfather for his twenty-first birthday, a two story glass house with a water front view situated in a private area. Although it’s in a secluded area, the fact that he it was impossible to hide anything with glass everywhere, Louis thought it was a bit of a bother at first since Louis treasured his privacy like his hair products, but now that he’s used to it, it made him feel liberated.
“When are my parents going to come here?” Harry inquired, following Louis to the kitchen.
“Never.” He scoffed. “You’re mine now.” Louis set out two tall glasses and filled it with orange juice, giving the first one to the young boy. “Here. Have a drink.” He gestured for him to sit on the stool in front of the kitchen counter.
“What do you mean?” Harry winced as he sat on the stool. He was still sore from last night and Louis immediately noticed, taking a tray of ice from the freezer and putting them in a glass bowl.
“You’re mine now. I’m going to take care of you, baby.” Louis replied, offering his hand to Harry.
Harry lightly shook his head no, clutching the glass of juice on his hand tightly. “Are you going to hurt me again?”
“I will if you don’t follow what I say. Do you understand?” He cupped Harry’s face, forcing the young boy to look at him. “Do you understand?”
“I want to go home. Please.” Harry sobbed. “I want to go back to my mum.”
“I said you’re mine now!” Louis shouted and carried him to his bedroom upstairs. “Take off your clothes.”
“No! Please! I don’t want to. It still hurts.” Harry cried, hugging his knees to his chest. “Please. I want to go home.”
Louis pulled him by the feet causing Harry to lie down on his back. “I’m going to make you feel better, alright?” He started removing Harry’s pants moved on to lift his shirt up his head. He suddenly stood up to Harry’s surprise, and left the room. After a few minutes he came back with the glass bowl full of ice in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He settles the items on the bedside table and took off his clothes, collecting them and Harry’s and folding them neatly, placing them on the reclining chair next to the window. Louis settled himself on the bed, patting the space next to him, “Come here.” he said.
Harry obligingly followed, afraid that he will get hurt if he refused and something inside him somehow wanted this. Harry felt distraught that after what Louis had done to him, he still can’t bring it to himself to hate the man who took away his virginity vehemently. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to make you feel better, baby.” Harry could feel himself blush at the endearing term Louis called him. Louis reached for the bowl of ice from the bedside table. “Turn around.” He instructed.
Harry shifted and rested his face against the pillow, putting his arms around his head. “What are you going to do?” He asked again. He couldn’t help but be scared yet still anticipate what Louis is going to do to him.
“Just relax, baby.” Louis said and took one cube in his hand and trailed it across the young boy’s smooth back, leaving kisses around his body, until he reached Harry’s sore hole. Louis circled the ice around it carefully, emitting a lewd moan from the young boy. “You like that?” He said as he reached for another ice cube and continued doing his actions until he noticed Harry rutting against the sheets.
“Did I tell you to do that?” Louis turned him around and found Harry’s cock hard and leaking with pre-cum. He also took notice that Harry’s size is remarkably huge for his age.
“I’m sorry. I can’t- I, I couldn’t help it.” Harry flushed as he tried to hide his erection with his hands. Louis slapped his hands away and wrapped his own around the young boy’s throbbing flesh. Harry let out a moan as Louis moved his hand up and down his shaft, his thumb teasingly touching the tip, making him grunt in frustration. “I- please.” He stuttered.
“Do you want me to suck you?” Louis looked at Harry and found him writhing at his touch. He felt a sudden rush of desire through him, knowing that he could emit such reaction from the young boy just by touching him. Harry nodded eagerly, making Louis laugh at his desperation. He moved down and positioned himself in front of Harry, leaving trails of kisses from his chest to his navel, slowly licking his way down to the pulsating cock resting against Harry’s abdomen. He started licking the undersides, making sure not to touch the head just to tease the young boy a little bit longer before giving him exactly what he needed.
Harry’s hips bucked up instinctively when Louis wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroke him slowly. Louis held his thigh as if to tell him to stop moving and he did. Something about him made Harry feel weak, yet safe at the same time, and it was hurting his head trying to figure it all out.
Harry whimpered loudly when Louis finally took him all in his mouth, and he found himself desperately trying to cling on to something to restrain himself from moving his hips as he didn’t want to make Louis mad again. Louis bobbed his head up and down Harry’s cock skillfully, tugging on Louis’ hair as he felt Louis’ throat tightening around him.
Louis felt Harry’s cock twitch and immediately pulled away, earning him a glare from the young boy. “Why- why did you s-stop?” Harry panted, reaching for his cock to jerk himself off but Louis swatted him away, and wordlessly took him again in his hands, jerking him off slowly.
“Don’t come yet.” Louis said to Harry, using his other hand to massage the younger boy’s balls.
“I can’t. Please. I need- oh god.” Harry’s words trailed off into a moan as Louis yanked exceptionally hard on his cock.
“I said don’t come yet.” He repeated and reached for the bottle of lube with his other hand, and coated his fingers with ease.
“I’m trying.” Harry choked out, biting on his fingers to stop himself from making any noises.
“Stop that. I want to hear you, baby.” Louis said as he pulled away Harry’s hands and threw them over his head, grabbing on them tightly with one hand as he used the other to massage around Harry’s entrance. Harry’s eyes widened at the feeling of Louis’ finger pushing into his private area, and he started moaning lewdly when he felt it nudge something inside him, making him into a quivering mess as Louis added another finger.
“Please, Louis, I need to come.” He begged and Louis finally let go of his hands, grabbed his throbbing cock and jerked him off. The intensity became too much for Harry – with Louis fingering him and tending on his cock at the same time – he released his load all over Louis’ hand and his stomach. “I- I’m sorry.” He breathed heavily.
“You’re going to have to be punished now, you know that?” Louis smiled at him and held him effortlessly so that he was positioned on top of Louis. “Here.” Louis handed Harry the bottle of lube, and chuckled when he looked at Harry with a confused expression on his face. “Here, let me show you.” He said, taking the bottle from the younger boy and put a great amount of the liquid onto Harry’s hand. “Now apply it around my cock.” Harry gave him a look of reluctance. “It’s for your own good, baby.” Louis spoke softly, cupping Harry’s face with his hands and leaned closer to kiss him.
Harry froze. He could feel himself getting hotter as Louis continued to kiss him, his tongue entering his mouth and he sucked on it diligently, thinking it was what he’s supposed to do. Louis smiled into the kiss and pulled on his hair, making him groan in delight. He let Louis kiss him for minutes until they both had to pull away gasping for air.
“Come on, do what I told you. I’ll give you a prize if you do really well.” Louis encouraged him. Harry carefully took Louis’ cock in his hand and smeared the lube around it, his hands moving up and down the long, thick shaft, emitting loud moans from Louis and Harry liked it so much, he could feel himself getting hard again. Louis noticed and gave him a smile as he pulled him in for another lingering kiss. Louis lifted him without a word, positioning his cock in his Harry’s hole, and Louis could feel Harry breathing heavily against him. “Relax. You’re doing great.” His words trailed off into a whisper as he penetrated Harry, his breath hitching at the feeling of Harry’s tight heat enveloping him. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.”
Harry could only moan in reply, trying to calm himself from the discomfort of having Louis’ cock inside him again. It hurts like hell, but he didn’t want to complain, he wanted to make Louis happy. Louis put his hands on Harry’s waist, guiding him to move up and down his shaft slowly.
After a while the pain faded and turned into pleasure. Louis took advantage of his situation and repeatedly managed to hit Harry’s prostate with every thrust he made. Harry was meeting his movements and he fucked him hard and fast.
Soon enough, Harry was coming again, his small body trembling and tense, and it was enough to send Louis over the edge, filling up Harry with his come. They both panted, their chests heaving against each other as they basked in silence for a few minutes before Louis shifted Harry so he lay next to him.
Harry curled up against Louis’ chest, resting his head on the older lad’s shoulder. “Did I do well?” Harry said softly.
Louis smiled and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. “Yes, baby. You did very well.”
“What do I get as a prize?” Harry’s voice sounded hoarse.
“Anything you want, baby, anything you want.” He replied lazily, giving Harry a light kiss on the forehead before letting himself fall into deep sleep.
It was one drunken night and Louis went home with a woman, surprising Harry as he listened to the door clicking and unlocking, together with an unfamiliar sound. He climbed out of his bed and tip toed towards the stairs, settling himself on the cold, white step, watching Louis make out with a woman who looked cheap and inappropriately dressed for Harry’s liking. Like other normal people, he should be getting turned on by the sight, but instead he was feeling jealousy and anger rush through him as things started to heat up between Louis and the woman. Louis was undressing her now, throwing her clothes all over the place. ‘Good luck finding them.’ Harry thought to himself, and jumped back as he scrambled to go back to bed as Louis carried the woman and started to make their way upstairs.
He hid himself under his duvet, making sure to look believable once Louis checks in on him. But Louis didn’t. He didn’t go and check if Harry was playing with his toys instead of sleeping, and it made Harry furious. The fact that he could hear them loud and clear through his bedroom walls wasn’t helping at all, and Harry didn’t get any sleep that night. He was too preoccupied, wondering what he had done wrong to make Louis do this to him.
The next day Louis was baffled to find Harry avoiding him. He would initiate a conversation and Harry wasn’t acting like his usual self, answering him with a simple yes or no to everything he says, and some doesn’t even make sense, like when he told him about the new cake shop opening around the corner, and Harry replied with a yes whilst nodding his head lazily, as if he was doing it just to annoy Louis.
Dinner finally came around and they were sat across each other, and Louis could only stare at him, watching the younger boy’s every move as he ate his dinner wordlessly. He usually needs to shout at Harry just to make him shut up and stop talking, but this time it bothered him so much that Harry had refused to talk to him properly all day.
“What’s wrong?” Louis snaked his arms around Harry’, who was silently cleaning up the dishes. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Nothing.” Louis let out a loud sigh. Well, that’s a great leap from the yes and no replies he’s been getting all day.
“Harry, baby, tell me, is there a problem?” Louis turned him around, tilting his pretty face forcing him to look at him.
“You brought home this lady last night.” Harry sobbed, the tears already threatening to fall from his eyes. “And I heard you call her baby. I thought I was your baby?” He pouted. Louis suddenly got reminded that Harry’s just twelve years old. He immediately felt bad for putting Harry through such thing.
“I am so sorry, baby.” He spoke softly, embracing Harry tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m never doing that to you again. I promise.”
Harry’s tears suddenly started pouring out. His tiny frame trembled as he bawled his heart out. “Do you really?” He finally said, his eyes now red and puffy from crying.
“Yes. I do. Please stop crying Harry.” He wiped away the younger boy’s tears. Harry immediately lightened up and gave him a smile. Louis found himself smiling back at Harry, cradling the younger boy in his arms as he comforted him. Louis couldn’t help but bury his face onto Harry’s shoulder when he felt the younger boy’s hand sliding inside his chinos, Harry’s fingers carefully massaging his shaft through the thin material of his boxers.
Ever since the day Louis had introduced Harry to sex, the younger boy had been very vocal about his needs, touching, kissing and hugging Louis whenever he wanted to do something. Louis obligingly responded to his wishes, seeing that this is what he’s wanted for so long and now Harry’s giving it to him.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” Louis whispered against Harry’s ear, and Harry nodded his head desperately in reply. Louis carried him effortlessly in his arms, and Harry clung onto him tightly, putting his arms around Louis’ neck, whilst his legs clutched onto Louis’ waist. Harry kissed his way up to Louis’ mouth, leaving sloppy kisses around the Louis’ neck, jaw and cheeks. He instinctively parted his lips and welcomed Louis’ warm tongue.
Louis laid him down on the soft leather couch without detaching from each other’s lips. Harry revelled on the feeling of Louis’ hands going inside his shirt, caressing him with so much care and Harry suddenly felt the need to grind against Louis, desperate for any kind of friction to relieve himself.
Harry immediately sat up when Louis tugged on his pants, knowing that Louis wanted him to undress himself. Once he had finished and ready to return, he found Louis naked, his head thrown back, resting on the couch, and stroking himself slowly. Harry found himself breathing heavily at the sight, watching Louis’ cock getting harder and thicker was making him shiver in excitement.
“Can I?” Harry spoke softly. Louis gave him a slight nod and Harry coyly walked to him, nestling in the space between Louis’ thighs. Harry used both his hands to wrap around Louis’ cock, and gave a light kiss to the tip, using his soft lips to spread the pre-cum around the head. Louis looked down at Harry, taking in the sight, and once again admired how pretty his Harry is.
Louis groaned when he felt the wet and tight heat of Harry’s mouth surrounding his cock, and he couldn’t help but push himself a little bit further, causing Harry to gag, but he tried very hard not to pull away, knowing that it would make Louis feel good.
Harry used his hand to caress Louis’ balls, while he used the other hand to cover what he can’t put in his mouth, emitting moans from Louis, which Harry took as a sign that he is doing it right. Louis’ hands are tangled through the younger boy’s mop of curly hair, guiding him as Harry bobbed his head up and down his shaft, and soon enough, he was coming inside Harry’s mouth. Harry willingly swallowed and licked Louis’ cock, making sure not to waste anything.
“Did I do well?” Harry said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You’re getting so much better, baby.” Louis stood up and reached for Harry’s hand, gesturing for him to lie down on the couch. “You’ve been so good.” He traced his fingers along Harry’s thighs, feeling Harry shiver at the contact and anticipation.
He started slowly, leaving light kisses around the younger boy’s thighs, slowly inching to Harry’s cock, resting against his abdomen, hard and leaking with pre-cum. He licked the undersides, stopping before he touches the head, making Harry moan even louder in frustration.
“Please, Louis. Touch me.” Harry whimpered as their eyes met, and Louis gave him a smile before engulfing him all in his mouth. Louis wasted no time and increased his pace, bobbing up and down Harry’s cock as fast as he could, soon he felt him twitch, and Harry was shooting his come down Louis’ throat.
“You taste so good, baby.” Louis reached for the back of Harry’s neck, making him lean closer and gave him a kiss. “Where’s the lube?” He looked around and realised it’d be in their bedroom.
“No, it’s alright. I can handle it.” Harry said, obviously wanting to impress Louis. But Louis didn’t want to hurt him like their first time, so he stood up and went upstairs to get the bottle. “I told you I’m okay without it.” Harry pouted once he got back.
“I know you are, but I can’t hurt my baby, now can I?” Louis gave him a smile, and Harry could feel his cheeks getting warmer. Harry silently watched as Louis applied the lube on himself.
“Okay, but one day, can we stop using it?” Harry’s eyes were wide and innocent and Louis felt his willpower waver. He nodded in defeat, not wanting to see Harry disappointed.
Louis positioned himself on top of Harry and the younger boy instinctively wrapped his legs around Louis’ waist and his arms around Louis’ neck. Louis penetrated a fraction of his cock inside him, making Harry cry out in pain of getting stretched, and Harry suddenly felt grateful that Louis insisted on using the lube, since he could just imagine how much worse it would’ve been if they hadn’t.
“Okay?” Louis asked, pushing back Harry’s fringe that covered his forehead and gave him a kiss. Harry nodded and moved his hips, letting Louis know that he’s ready.
Louis pushed himself further until he was all the way in, causing Harry to grasp him tighter. Soon he was thrusting harder and faster, emitting lewd moans from both of them, their breathing becoming loud and uneven.
Louis knew that he wouldn’t last long, so he shifted their positions, so that Harry was straddling him, and he immediately attended on his Harry’s cock, jerking him off at the same speed as his thrusts. He managed to nudge on Harry’s prostate with every thrust, making Harry moan in so much pleasure. Soon enough Harry was coming, and the way Harry’s insides tightened around him sent Louis to his own release. Louis ran a hand against Harry’s back, soothing him.
“Louis?” Harry looked up at him.
“Hmm?” Louis replied lazily.
“My mum once told me that once I do have sex, it must be with the person I love.” Harry explained coyly. “Do you love me?”
Louis was taken aback by Harry’s unexpectedness. “Of course, I do, baby. I love you.” He kissed him.
“Good.” Harry grinned happily.
“Because I love you too.”