AN: Sorry THIS IS SO LATE BUT ITS PRETTY LONG IT HAS THE WHOLE CHAPTER AND SMUT AND I HAD TO EDIT SOME STUFF CUZ YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN CONFUSED AND THEN INWENT OUT WITH FRIENDS AND SHOPPING AND I TRIED THAT SHIRT THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE TOTALLY FORGOT SORRY.

This would've been two chapters but yeah. Here's what would have happened if Liza chose Psycho, and this chapter is supposed to be after she has her and Gay Harry help choose who she wants to be with and all the guys are split cause they don't wanna get possessed by the demon and hurt her anymore.

Sorry if there are any mistakes.

This was it, he was the one, after all this time it was and always has been him with his shoulder length waves of brown hair that was surprisingly soft, dark mischevious green eyes that seemed to match his sly knowing smirk, the police car that was pulled up in front of his house with the front door of his home right open and the obvious yelling that was going on inside.

Wait... but that last part though...

"I'm telling you officer, he killed all those women!" Was the first thing I heard from the open door of Psycho Harry's house, a police causing me to freeze in place in the middle of the walkway outside as I blinked at the ajar room with wide eyes.

Alright, guess this is what happens when you pick the most problematic guy as well.

"Is it too late to go to the Assassin." I joked to myself with a small smile underneath my breath, shaking my head and prepping myself up for whatever was going on before I entered the house, knowing I wasn't going to leave the Psycho anytime soon.

Despite the frantic urgency and horror that was so obviously imprinted on the random elderly woman and cop's facial expressions inside, Psycho Harry was casually sprawled across his white living room couch, ignoring the two people who were blinking down at him with pale faces of disbelief while he changed the channel on his television with no care in the world.

"Have you or have you not seen these woman before." The police officer pressed, extending a few pictures out besides Harry who was blatantly ignoring him as he kept his green eyes on the tv screen.

"Never seen 'em." Harry said in a bored tone, stretching his neck a bit to the side to get a better view of whatever show he was watching.

It was some chainsaw horror film.

The Psycho giggled everytime a person was brutally slashed to death, cuddling his large body further into the cushions like he was some teenage girl watching a classic chick flick as the old woman and cop exchanged looks.

"Sir you're not even looking at the pic-"

"Nope doesn't ring a bell." Harry interrupted, not even glancing at the photos while kicking off his boots.

"Why you insolent little-" The old woman began, her pudgy wrinkly aged face twisting in a sour expression of frustrated before Harry brought his long finger over his pursed lips, letting out a patronizing "shhh" with his eyes still glued to the television.

"Mr. Styles, we have e-enough evidence from your neighbor here to suspect that you are in fact the cause behind the disappearances of so many women around here and if you don't come with me this instant I'll have to u-use force." The shakey twig like cop gulped, readjusting his collar of his dark navy blue uniform that seemed to be two sizes too big, the fabric hanging from his skinny limbs like a robe as the Psycho finally turned and looked at the two besides him for the first time.

"If I don't come with you you'll have to use force." Harry repeated, as if deep in thought contemplating his options while he rubbed the slight scruff on his chin, pursing his lips in amusement.

"Okay, officer twinkerbell, how about you call me back when you stop quoting things you tell your girlfriend everytime you're in bed with her," Harry smiled, pointing at the baffled cop before he turned to the elderly woman.

"And you raisin bread, yeah, you can call me back in ten years when you're dead and cremated into tiny little pissy annoying old lady raisin bread ashes and I can piss inside whatever poor excuse of an urn your family decides to stick you in." He finished, meeting the old woman's gaze of disbelief, her eyes wide in shock as she opened and closed her mouth, trying to say something, anything to the lunatic who winked, making a show of blowing her a kiss.

"I live right in front of you Mr. Styles, I see the woman who go in your house. They never, ever come out and are never seen again." She growled, lowering her shakey voice as she narrowed her beady eyes at him.

Harry was quiet for a moment, and just for a second, the old woman had a prideful look on her face thinking she had him right where she wanted, that this was where she stumped the charmingly alluring brute of a neighbor after all these years.

"Well maybe my dick's just that bomb." Harry said in all seriousness, breaking the silence.

I cleared my throat.

All three heads in the living room turned to me, Harry's face mirroring that of his attacker's as he blinked at me with a mixture of confusion, surprise, and whatever he thinks when he see's me and starts smirking.

Yup, there's that dimpled smirk again.

"Pumpkin, what are you doing here you sneaky little babe?" Harry asked, his whole demeanor calming down as he relaxed, leaning back with a lazy grin and placing his hands behind his head while he eyed me from across the room.

"And who is this?" The old lady demanded with such venom and disgust I almost felt like I was sucker punched.

Harry sat himself up, straightening his posture now looking thoroughly irritated as he glared up at the woman.

"Hey wrinkle rag, I'd tone that Donald Trump attitude down of yours when you're addressing my-"

"Fiancé." I cut in in a clear proud voice.

And cue all three immediate head turns.

"Fiancé?" The old woman sputtered out in disbelief.

"Fiancé?" The cop echoed.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Harry smiled, beaming like a child on Christmas morning as he began to clap his hands together, looking between the old woman, the cop, and me with a big grin of disbelief as he nodded his head in approval, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

"I so dig this." He mouthed to the cop, nodding over at me and applauding as I smiled, doing a dramatic wave and bow.

"Officer they are obviously both lying, never have I seen her around here before and they don't even have a ring! I mean if he was really taken, especially to someone he was about to marry why would this scum have so many women over-"

Harry shot up from the couch, casually smashing one of the sofa pillows down onto the woman's face muffling the rest of her rant as he held up his pointer finger to the cop who on his other side who took a step forward in alarm.

"Don't get your balls in a twist Twinkerbell, I'm just going to say hello to my.... fiancé." Harry interjected as the old lady pushed his hand that was holding the pillow to her face away, her gray hair in a mess of fly aways and her expression holding a furious glare as Harry kept his eyes on me while he approached me.

Somewhere in the back the woman began to berate the poor tiny officer about him not handling things and him explaining that backup was on the way but that all seemed to fade out the closer the Psycho got, his dark green eyes glinting with mischief before he was towering over me, wrapping his toned arms around my waist and pulling me closer against his rock solid body.

Rock. Solid.

"Glad you could it make it home future baby mama." He said under his breath, his eyes trained on my lips as I looked up at him with a smile, bringing my arms up to wrap around his neck as his own large hands traveled down to cup my ass.

"Good to be home." I answered back and I could tell with the cautious look on the Psycho's face that he was slightly confused and surprised by my new attitude towards him as he peered down at me, studying my face and biting his lip in thought.

I was the one who tilted my head to the side, to push a few strands of his hair away from his face and go on my tiptoes before I felt his lips on mine.

I don't think the Psycho did anything gentle, in fact gentle was the exact opposite of everything he did.

Whatever was holding Harry back was thrown out the window as I felt him grab a fistful of my curly hair, holding my body flushed against his as both of our breathing increased, his needy lips scorching mine before he finally slipped me some tongue, making my knees almost buckle from underneath me as I sighed against his mouth to which he let out a throaty uncontrolled groan in return.

"Oh god, do you always greet your fiancé home by grinding on her." The old woman cut in in disgust.

"Jeez it's like watching a soldier greet his wife after war... but in a porno..." The officer added from the side as we ignored the two.

"Pumpkin," Psycho mumbled against my mouth, biting my lip in a teasing manner making me release a shakey breath.

"Did you just... moan?" He inquired, pulling away from my lips as the tip of his nose grazed against mine while I tried to refocus, playing with the ends of his hair as he smirked down at me.

"What? No, no it was a, it was like a sigh. Like, like when, when it's really cold outside and you finally get inside somewhere that's warm and you feel, you feel all good and sigh." I swallowed, trying to explain myself as he nodded his head, patronizing me.

"Oh right, right, I too always make porn moans whenever I'm near a fireplace or whenever I turn the heater on," He agreed, bringing his lips to my ear and mimicking my moan, or sigh, or whatever left my mouth as he leaned into me, letting out girly moans while I laughed, trying to push him away.

"You know I'm telling all the others that you're officially my fiancé, of course after I get that shit in writing." He sang in my ear, swaying us side to side with a smile.

He then turned his head, giving me one more sweet smoldering kiss before we pulled apart.

"Pumpkin you're panting." The Psycho breathed under his breath in a deep husky tone as I rested my cheek against his broad chest, avoiding his gaze only for him to tug my hair back, making me lock gazes with him as he looked down at me, lowering his face down and keeping his eyes on mine.

"You're panting like you want to be fucked." He said, his voice rough and his grip on my waist tightening and even up close the clenching of his jaw signalled how close he was to losing his control.

"I volunteer as tribute." Was the first thing that popped in my head and left my mouth at his statement before I raised my hand a bit, making his green eyes widen slightly in disbelief before an amused and excited smirk spread across his face.

"Alright well, unfortunately my fiancé over here is feeling a tad bit under the weather so I'm afraid it's time to end this little tea party here." Psycho Harry quickly turned to the old woman and cop with a forced smile, clasping and rubbing his large hands together as the two gave him incredulous looks.

"Mr. Styles, I don't think you understand the circumstances you're in at the moment, there are reinforcements driving over here as we speak to bring you to court-"

"Twinkerbell," Harry cut the cop off as he let out a sigh of disappointment and leaned his elbow against my shoulder.

"Since you so obviously didn't get it let me rephrase. Me horny, she horny," He continued, pointing at himself then at me as I shrugged and nodded in confirmation.

"We fuck," Harry said slowly as if talking to small disobediant children as he pointed between the two of us.

"You leave." He then finished as I raised my hand and we subtly high fived without even looking at one another.

"Mr. Styles, when backup comes you'll be taken down to the police station whether you like it or not-"

"Harry didn't do it." I spoke up, stepping forward as Harry went behind me, massaging my shoulders like he was prepping me for a boxing match, repeatedly saying "you tell em pumpkin."

"You should really listen to her officer Twink, she's the sane one in the relationship, she really is." Harry added, now staying behind me and grabbing my wrists, making me ball my hands into fists as he moved my limbs like I was punching the air even though he was the one holding my wrists controlling all my moves.

"Harry didn't do it because I did." I reiterated, causing the whole room
to go quiet as I felt the Psycho's tall frame behind me tense at my words before his large calloused hand slapped over my mouth as the old lady and cop's eyes widened.

"Did I say she was the sane one? No, no she's nuts, absolutely nuts." Harry laughed out, patting my shoulders aggressively before spinning me around abruptly until I was face to face with his confused and distraught expression.

"Uh babe, what the fuck are you doing?" He asked, his voice strained and hushed while lowering his head so we were eye-level.

"I'm not leaving you, if they're gonna drag you in to jail they're going to have to take me too." I told him, meaning every word.

I was going to be with the guy I loved no matter what and nothing was going to stop me.

The Psycho gave me a look, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes before he grabbed my chin, tilting my head from side to side and observing my face.

"You're acting... different today." He noted making me smile in response.

"Is it a period thing?" He then asked in confusion causing the smile on my face to immediatly fall as I gave him a look, raising my brow at him.

"Are you Mr. Styles?" A new masculine voice joined the room as new police officers suddenly began to file inside.

"No she is," Harry replied without so much as giving the new officer a glance as he pointed at the old lady who scoffed in annoyance.

"Mr. Styles, I'm afraid you'll be coming with us." The new officer cut to the chase, turning Harry around and pulling him away from before cuffing his wrists behind his back as Harry threw his head back, letting out a groan of irritation like this was just some pesky minor precaution.

"I'm cumming with him, with you, and yet none of you have even bought me dinner. I just find that a bit rude." Was the first thing he said as he tugged at his restraints from behind, the muscles in his tattooed arms flexing as two other officers held him by his biceps.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of-"

"So if I said her name you wouldn't mind pressing her up against me the whole car ride would you, that'd be real nice." The Psycho interrupted, nodding his head at me with a careless smirk as I cut in.

"Hey, excuse me, but if you're taking him in you're going to have to take me as well." I said, placing my hands on my hips as I stared up at the officers that were ushering the Psycho out before the original skinny twig cop approached me.

"And why would we do that?" He asked with his pointy bird like nose high in the air, scribbling something down in a notepad as the Psycho raised his brow at me.

"For punching a cop in the throat." I simply said as officer Twinkerbell gave me a look.

"But you haven't punched a cop in the-"

"Sorry." Was the last thing I said before I struck the poor cop right in his neck, causing him to drop his pad and pen as he stumbled back a few steps, choking as two officers immediatly restrained me, cuffing my wrists from behind.

"Holy shit, me next daddy." Psycho laughed out, looking at me with a mixture of amazement and lust as we were pushed to the entrance, at least two cops on both of our sides ushering us out.

"Always the joker. You got a plan for this?" I asked and just couldn't help but laugh along with him, not knowing what the hell had gotten into me but not caring either way as we both smiled like psychos, handcuffed and escorted to the police cars parked out front.

"You know I do my dear dear Harley." Psycho Harry smirked, giving me one last lingering look, my eyes following his calm leisure-like movements even when I was pushed inside the back of one of the police cars, watching as Harry was moved to another one besides mine, winking at me through the window.

God he made me crazy, but at least I kept him sane.

**

"Miss, is this some kind of joke to you?" The man in front of me asked, leaning forward and intwining his aged fingers together on top of the metal table as I looked around the small interrogation room I was in.

"I'm not... laughing or smiling...." I awkwardly said, wishing I could scratch the back of my neck which I always did whenever I was nervous if only my wrists weren't cuffed to the table.

"These pictures, say much differently." He informed, tossing the files of my jail photos onto the table where I was holding up my number smiling and laughing.

"Oh no- no you see that's cause Harry was waiting in line to get his picture taken after me but then he kept making me laugh and air humping the photographer-"

The man frowned, raising his brow at me.

"And I'll, yeah I'm gonna shut up." I cleared my throat, nodding and avoiding his gaze as I looked up around the ceiling.

"Liza is it," the man interjected, taking ahold of the files once again as he flickered hiz cold gaze up to meet mine while I nodded obediantly.

"You see, this man, Mr. Styles that you're oh so lovey dovey giggly higgly with," He smiled, raising his voice an octave higher as he tilted his head to the side while I frowned at his patronizing manner.

"He's a bad man." He simply stated, causing me to slump in my chair as I blinked at him.

"I mean, I know, look I know he's done some pretty... pretty bad things," I began, not knowing where I was going with this but wanting to defend the Psycho as I straightened in my seat.

"But he's getting better. I see it, I see that he's really trying -we even did this thing where we smashed watermelons together it was actually my idea but-"

"Miss Vaugn, let me make this clear to you as it can possibly get. The man that you are trying ever so hard to defend has raped, tortured, and strangled countless of woman-"

"Oh no, no he doesn't rape them. He like charms them first and it's their free choice when they decide to have sex with him, he always does it with consent." I quickly cut in, immediatly wishing I didn't say anything in the first place with the look the interrogator was giving me.

"Oh goody, a murderer with morals, thank you for that little tid-bit Miss Vaugn, he should truly get a gold star for that." The elderly man replied back in a dry tone before he wrote something down on the clipboard in his hand.

"Miss Vaugn there is obviously something not there for you mentally seeing that you knew about all of this and still think nothing is wrong-"

"I never said-"

"Oh but I'm not finished." He said, flashing me the fakest smile I've ever seen that could have put the meanest girls at my highschool to shame.

"As for your hope that Mr. Styles will get better, well whether he will or not it doesn't matter. He did what he did and he's killed many many, many, innocent victims. There's a thing with schizophrenic patients, they don't really get better. They only stay the same or get worse. I would say you two are lucky though, instead of rotting inside a jail your whole lives you guys will live happily ever after in a mental facility confined and treated daily. Sound good?" The cold stone like man concluded, reading over a file before there was a frantic knock at the door making the both of us jolt in our seat at the sudden noise.

"Help! Help there's a psychotic man slitting everyone's throats out here help! We need reinforcements!" Someone screamed from the other side, urgently banging on the door causing the interrogator in front of me to shoot up from his chair, immediatly grabbing his walkie-talkie and opening the door to let the person in.

I blinked in shock when I saw Psycho Harry leaning against the frame of the entrance in a police uniform, playing with a large blood stained knife in his hand with a smirk as my interrogator froze on the spot.

"Oh now wait a second," Harry chuckled, letting out a good hearted laugh as he smiled and twirled the sharp weapon in his hand.

"That's me." He said, meeting the man's gaze before he looked over his shoulder, genuinely smiling when he saw me.

"How you doin' pumpkin, he mistreat you?" Harry asked as the interrogator slowly turned, looking at me with desperate wide eyes hoping to get on Harry's good side.

I ignored the old man and looked at Harry, making a show of pouting and nodding my head like a scolded child as the interrogator's face paled.

"You mistreating my future baby mama?" Harry said, now looking pissed as he turned his attention to the ant of a man in front of him who looked about two seconds away from wetting himself.

Harry brought tossed the knife, quickly catching it and raising it making the man let out a scream as he cowered back.

"Two for flinching!" I yelled, calling him out.

"You got that right." Harry laughed before he socked the man in the stomach before punching him square in the face, immediatly knocking him out as he fell to the floor limp and unconscious.

"Aww..." I smiled, scrunching my face at him as Harry gazed up from the man to give me a look.

"What?" He asked, dragging the guy out of the room before closing the door with his foot.

"I know you went easy on him cause he was older." I noted, smiling and nodding my head at him in a sure manner as I thrummed my fingers against the table making Harry raise his brow at me before he placed the knife down.

"Watch it pumpkin, I have the keys to those cuffs your sporting and I have to say, you in cuffs are doing bad bad things to me." He mocked, dangling the keys in my face before he walked over and unlocked me from my restraints.

"Thanks Harry." I breathed, relaxing a bit as I rubbed at my wrists before he flicked my nose.

"Oh no, it's officer Styles to you baby." He grinned, readjusting the collar of his police uniform in a cocky manner as I gave him a look.

"Tell me you did not kill someone them steal their clothes." I deadpanned.

"Tell me I don't look sexy as fuck in this, and then I may or may not answer that question." He reasoned, trying to pull of an innocent look on his ruggedly handsome face.

"Come on it was my diguise, besides I told you I got a plan pumpkin. I sliced and diced my way here, I've got a guy I know behind the scenes here who can help clean up any evidence and we've got a few good hours before any back up comes in since I evacuated the whole building in an overly dynamic movie plan that would take too long to explain." Harry said, leaning forward on the table across from me as he sent me an arrogant smirk as a comfortable silence settled between us.

"Wow." I said in a monotone voice, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You're damn right wow, I may be an idiot but I'm not stupid." The Psycho laughed.

"Your pants are on backwards." I finally told him, flickering my gaze down to his lower half as he froze, his green eyes widening in realization before he stepped back and looked down at his attire.

"I was wondering why the pockets were so weird on my ass." He cursed as he checked his pants in frustration as I smiled.

"Harry I know this may be... this may be stupid of me to ask since you did just say you sliced and diced your way here but," I began, now turning my head to scratch the back of my neck as he sat himself down across from me, leaning back in the chair and propping his feet on the table as he gave me an expectant look.

"Have you- uh.. do you, well, how long has it been since you did the- the you know, the sex with someone- I uh, just how long has it been since you carved?" I finally asked, looking up to meet his gaze as he blinked at me a couple of times.

He's trying, I know he's trying.

The Psycho let out a sigh, bringing his feet down from the table with a far away look in his eyes as he rubbed at his forehead, blowing out a small breath before he finally met my gaze.

We just stared at eachother for a while and I felt like my skin would just suddenly light on fire with the way he was staring at me before I finally looked away, trying to hide the disappointment on my expression as I stood up.

"Nevermind, you know if it was recent we'll, we'll work on it and we'll get more watermelons and-"

"Ever since I met you."

I paused, feeling as if time itself has stopped as I looked at Psycho Harry who had that rare sober look on his face as he stared at me in all seriousness.

"But... that stripper, when we went to the strip club to get Daddy Harry and you left and..." I trailed off, tilting my head to the side in confusion as I shifted on my feet.

"Couldn't do it," Harry shrugged, a small smile of disbelief on his own face as he shrugged his broad shoulders and shook his head.

"You see pumpkin, here's the deal with me. As you may have noticed I'm also a sex addict-"

"No yup, I noticed." I said as he chuckled.

"Well the sex and the killing were both big pleasures for me, put those two together and it's orgasm heaven, like peanut butter and sandwhich, milk and cereal-"

"Please don't compare my favorite childhood food with killing and sex." I joked with a scrunched face, making him suck his lips inward with wide eyes before he slowly nodded.

"Right, sorry baby."

"It's fine. Sorry for interrupting."

He smiled, looking up at me with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher before he continued.

"So without sex killing isn't fun, without killing, sex isn't fun. Okay let me rephrase, sex is fun but not as fun without killing. Just isn't the same. And there I am with a woman underneath me, just like it's always been and then... and then I'm suddenly imagining you." Harry explained, his hands moving rapidly contradicting the slow sultry way the words left his lips as my eyes widened.

"Wow... that go uncomfortable real quick-"

"I imagine you and only you. It's someone else but then I just see your face, I hear you moaning, feel you around me begging-"

"Oh wow no, wow this is ha," I blurted out, my heart rate increasing at the sight of Harry slowly rising from his seat like a predator, eyeing me from across the table.

"And when I cum thinking about you, repeatedly chanting your name in my head- god even out loud sometimes and whenever whats her face beneath me orgasms, I wrap my hand around the girl's throat but I just can't fucking do it. No matter how much I want to, no matter how much I need to and how much I look for that satisfaction I can't fucking do it because when I look at the woman's horrofied face beneath me all I see.. is you." He said, the both of us now slowly circling around the table, me backing away and him going forward.

"You know this- this kind of reminds me when I get really tired and I'm reading a lot my eyes just like- they like unfocus and blur all the words together so they make these like new words in my eyes that aren't really there," I nervously laughed out, stumbling back a few steps almost tripping over the chair only for Psycho Harry to grab me, stabling me and pulling me to him until I was positioned between his body, and the table.

He peered down at me, both of our breathings uneven as we looked into eachother's eyes.

"I even created this word regimoggle while I had unfocused vision, it's a word between regimented and og-"

"I don't think you're getting the dilemma here pumpkin. I can't cum without thinking of you during sex and if I'm thinking of you during sex I can't kill after said sex is over. I can't hurt you and I can't fuck anyone else because I'm in fucking love with you." Psycho finished, gazing down at me
as I gaped up at him.

I blinked a few times, and then remembered I had to breathe in order to get oxygen into my lungs and you know, not die.

"Wait a minute, what about those three girls at the frat party who fell out of the closet when I found you." I suddenly said causing Harry to purse his lips in thought.

"I thought it would be more romantic if I said I stopped after I met you... I mean with the whole dramatic pausing and me confessing right when you stood up, that was some panty dropping shit am I right?" He smirked, nudging my chin as I smiled and playfully patted his face.

"You romantic bastard you." I sighed, shaking my head up at him.

He placed his large hand over mine on his cheek, running the pad of his thumb along my skin as he dropped the dimpled grin.

"In all serious though I meant it, every single damn word was true. After that frat party I knew it wasn't the same, didn't even sleep with those chicks, just carved." He shrugged, sending me a playful smile, leaning forward and giving the tip of my nose a small peck before pulling away.

"Come on, I know I said we've still got hours till someone gets in here but I know you do that whole little family reunion thing where you recruit the Disney Princess, Spy Kids bitch, and Count Drac so I must've been your first stop." The Psycho said, opening the door and heading out as I stood there stuck in that spot in the room, unconsciously playing with the hem of my prisoner's uniform as I stared at the open door.

"I love you too." I said even though he had already left the room, wiping at my sweaty palms before I took in a deep breath and started walking towards the door.

I stopped when Psycho Harry backtracked right back inside, as if someone had just pressed the reverse button on him before he turned to me, pointing at me with a cautious look on his face.

"I'm sorry pumpkin, could you repeat that? Cause it almost sounded like you said you...." Harry said, trailing off and gesturing me to continue the sentence as I let out a breath and met his gaze.

"I didn't, I'm not here to do that whole recruiting the gang back together- even though yes that probably will happen again because all of you are dumbasses for thinking splitting up will help with the whole demon dilemma." I started, shifting on my feet as I forced myself not to look away.

"You dummy I came here because I- I want you, and I- you know, I love you and just you and no one else." I confessed, pointing at the Psycho as he continued to just stare at me.

And stare at me, and stare at me.

"Um, I choose you pikachu?" I attempted to joke after a few moments of eased up tension and silence.

Psycho Harry continued looking at me, his arms crossed over his chest as if summing me up just by staring at me before he walked away over to the door, closing it and locking it.

And that's when I heard him start to chuckle.

"Oh pumpkin, you really, really shouldn't have told me that." He said, his voice now seeming to have a dark lustful edge to it as he slowly turned to look at me from across the room while I awkwardly rocked on my heels.

"Uh... wait why?" I asked in confusion.

"Well for starters, you shouldn't have told me when there's a table and no bed around," He said, now stepping forward.

"You shouldn't have told me when I'm dressed as a police officer and you're dressed in a prison uniform making me feel even kinkier than I usually always am," He pressed on, now finally in front of me making me realize that I had somehow backed up against the wall.

Oh the whole backing up against the wall moment, never gets old.

"And you shouldn't have told me when the last of my control was slipping away from me, something that always seems to happen whenever you're around." Harry said, resting his hands against the wall behind me as he lowered his face, our noses brushing against each other.

"And you really shouldn't have told me, because now all I want is to hear you say it again," He said, leaning forward until his lips were at my ear.

"But this time, I want to hear you moan it while I'm inside you." He finished, causing my whole body to tense as I scrunched my shoulders up, pressing myself further against the wall like a coiled up armadillo.

"Oh my god you're hot." I squeaked out, trying not to hypervenilate on the spot.

And that's when the predator attacked the poor little sexually frustrated armadillo.

The Psycho finally kissed me, my hands immediatly finding purchase in his long hair as I intwined my fingers into his locks, feeling his large hands underneath my thighs, hoisting me up until I wrapped my legs around his toned waist and he pushed me further up against the wall without so much as breaking our kiss.

"Do you know how damn long I've been waiting for this pumpkin, huh? Not just this but to hear you say that?" He moved his lips to my ear, then down the side of my neck in rough sloppy kisses as he ripped the front of my uniform, the buttons falling apart as I was already left a moaning mess, letting him carry me and place me down onto the table until I felt the cool metal against my back while he looked down at me.

"From this moment on baby you're mine, that james bond jack off and snow white suck up can kiss my ass but I'll kill them if they ever have you the way I'm going to have you," Psycho Harry said between kisses, wasting no time to unclasp my bra and tug it off me, tossing it and discarding it to the floor as his darkened green eyes raked over my bare chest, making him run his tongue along his lower lip in anticipation.

"You get really intense with sex." I laughed, trying to even out my breathing when he lowered his head, his warm mouth enveloping around one of my nipples making me arch my back and let out a small gasp, retangling my fingers back into his soft hair.

"I get really intense with you, and I'm not just going to have sweet vanilla sex with you, if you wanted that you should've gone to Disney Princess instead of me." He informed in a husky distracted voice, running his tongue along my sensitive skin before he raised himself above me, quickly taking off his belt as he stared down at me with pure driven lust.

"Oh really, and what are you gonna do then?" I inquired, propping myself up slightly by my elbows on the table.

Harry slipped his belt off, his chest rising and falling as he looked at me before he rolled his shoulders and tilted his head from side to side making the muscles in his arms shift and flex involuntarily.

"I'm going to make very rough love to you on this table." He said, his eyes connecting with mine before he brought the belt up and tugged on it.

"And you're going to like it, isn't that right you bad little convict." He teased with a sly smirk.

"If you make me call you officer Styles I'm leaving." I laughed, my breath hitching in my throat when I realized Harry wasn't tossing the belt to the floor, but instead bringing both my wrists up above me and binding them together with it.

"Don't kink shame pumpkin." He simply said before situating himself in between my legs, my face heating up at the fact that I was layed out flat on the metal table, my uniform unbuttoned revealing my bare chest and my wrists tied above me with Psycho Harry's belt as he pulled my pants down.

"Look at you, so fucking beautiful. All I imagined and more." Harry said, a greedy grin forming over his face as he looked down at my body before he placed his hand against my clothed center between my legs, making me immediatly buck against him causing him to let out a dark sinister chuckle.

"Does my baby like that? You're so fucking soaked it's incredible. Are you going to buck and beg me to fuck you?" He taunted, pulling my panties down in one swift movement, causing me to let out a small whimper of surprise, my immediate reaction to close my legs together only his body was stopping me as I was completely exposed to him.

"I thought that was your job." I said between gasps as he sucked on the side of my jawline, letting his teeth graze the bruising skin and making me cry out in pleasure when I felt his warm fingers enter me, his thumb playing with my clit as he fingered me until I was squirming underneath him.

"You're right, it is. Please fuck my hand faster Liza," He said into my ear, his fingers only increasing in speed as I let out the loudest pornographic moans, wishing I could just hold him closer or tug at his hair only to have him hold my binded wrists down, leaving me helpless as he continued to pleasure me.

"God you're such a kinky little thing aren't you, you're clenching around my fingers, I think you like the sound of me begging just as much as I love the sound of you moaning, is that it?" He asked, pulling his hand away from me before he unzipped himself, letting his pants and boxers fall to his ankles as my eyes widened at his erection.

Oh jeez.

That physically, must be impossible to fit.

"Always keep one on me, always prepared if my future baby mama ever wanted to throw me down and use me." Harry winked, opening the condom and placing it over himself, hearing him grunt softly when I felt him nudge himself against me.

"I've wanted you for so fucking long," Was the last thing he said before he slammed himself inside of me, a scream escaping my throat as he tensed, my quivering legs automatically wrapping around his waist just to keep him there as he let out an animalistic groan.

"Oh my god, you're so tight holy fuck, moment of silence." He breathed from above me in a high pitched voice, biting his lip and closing his eyes as I laughed lightly, wincing slightly at the foreign feeling before wanting nothing more than for him to move as I raised my head and kissed his throat.

His eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated before he lowered his face down to mine and kissed me roughly, one of his hands holding my binded wrists together above me as he started to move, going in and out and a steady pace until that just clearly wasn't enough for the both of us.

The table began to screech loudly against the floor, his skin slapping against mine as I cried out with every harsh pleasurable thrust.

And it only got rougher.

"You take my cock so well pumpkin, so fucking good." He groaned out, his hand wrapping around my throat to hold me still as he continued to pummel himself inside of me while I moaned underneath him, a layer of sweat forming on both of our bodies.

My eyes were rolling in the back of my head at the ecstacy that was taking over my body and admittedly, I probably looked like an exorcist.

"You like my hand around your throat baby, huh, you like me fucking you hard on this table don't you? Tell me how good it feels to have my dick sliding in and out of this pussy." The Psycho growled, not putting too much pressure around my neck as he continued his merciless thrusts, one hand on my wrists above me and the other around my throat as he pounded into me.

"Good, so- so good." I gasped, moaning his name before I threw my head back, screwing my eyes shut as my toes curled when he propped one of my legs over his shoulder.

I wasn't flexible at all but honestly, at that point I really couldn't complain.

Shit snap me like a fucking pretzel on that table I'd still be happy.

"You're gonna cum pumpkin, I need to see you cum, need to feel you cream around me, you've been such a good girl." He urged from above, only increasing in speed as I did just that, just for him.

"I love you." I moaned out, meeting his heated gaze before I felt him twitch inside of me.

"Fuck I love you Liza, I love you so much, there we go baby, there we go." He said in a strained voice, cumming with me as I screamed out his name while he grunted out mine, giving me a few more toe curling thrusts before his sweary body collapsed on top of mine.

He released my throat, running his large hand through my sweaty hair, moving a few curls out of my face before he kissed the side of my neck, the both of us panting as he raised his head to look at me, the both of us sporting lazy satisfied smirks on our flushed faces.

"You do know we're not leaving this room until I have you bent over this table as well right?" Harry said with a raise of his brow as I tightened my legs around him, making him let out a small grunt as he gave me a look, wagging his finger and shaking his finger at me with a mischevious dimpled smile.

"Wouldn't have it any other way Officer Looney Tunes."