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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,665
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Hurt
Title: Hurt
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: DubCon, First Time, M/F
Summary: #96 – Hurt. She wanted to the hurt to feel good.
Word Count: 796 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. A companion piece to #34 – Not Enough.
Prompt 96 – Hurt
His mouth closed over hers, stifling the protest about to escape her lips. He could not stand it any longer, so she had to understand… Rose Weasley was his!
Scorpius Malfoy ground his body against hers, pushing her bare back into the stone wall in a niche just a few feet from the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. He had waited for her there, his grandfather mentioning the niche in a letter, a place that few knew existed, let alone Slytherins like Rose Weasley.
It was two days before the Leaving Feast, and the end of their last year at Hogwarts. Scorpius knew he had to act before she slipped through his fingers for perhaps all time. When she realized who he was, she did not hex him, as she seemed to want to do after being jerked into the hidden niche. Instead, she kissed him, dropping her wand somewhere in the dark, tearing at his Gryffindor robes, his Head Boy badge, and his long silvery blond hair. When they were both down to only their underclothes, Scorpius felt the haze in his brain lift.
“Malfoy…you…” she started, her head brushing against the front of his plain white boxer shorts, causing him to inhale sharply.
Scorpius knew she had wanted to humiliate him somehow, so close to the serpent’s den… He would never allow it. He could be just as Slytherin as she, it was in his blood. And that was how he had pushed her into the wall, kissing her soundly, his hands tearing away her brassiere and rough, Quidditch worn hands grasping the heavy globes in his palms. Grinding his pelvis into hers, he could feel her heat, her dampness, and her hesitation.
“For seven years…” he breathed, finally pulling away for much needed air. “You have hurt me so often,” he whispered huskily, just able to see her wide amber eyes and the smattering of freckles across her nose.
Rose licked her swollen lips, and smirked. “I know.”
Anger surged through him, and with a flick of his wrist, her knickers were gone. All that was left was the thin fabric of his boxer shorts, and already he could feel her wetness begin to soak through.
She whimpered softly, the first true sound she had made, and tried to move, to escape.
“No, you don’t,” he growled, a hand gripping her right breast tighter, the nipple peeking out between his knuckles. “It is my turn.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted to gasp gently.
Another flick of the wrist, and they were finally skin to skin, and Scorpius’ pale eyes narrowed dangerously, sheer pleasure replaced anger. He was hard, harder than he thought possible, and he knew, as Rose knew, what was going to inevitably happen.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Rose.”
She said nothing, her eyes falling shut. Scorpius grasped her slender, perfect throat and bumped her unruly auburn head into the wall behind her. Her eyes opened.
“I want this…” she hissed in derision.
He grinned, twisting his hips so the tip of his cock fell into the cleft between her thighs, burying in the sticky dark curls.
“No, you don’t.”
Rose bit her lip roughly as he pushed in side, hoisting her upward along the wall, the head of his cock pulsing at the resistance he felt. His hands slid down her sweaty body to her hips, and he bent his knees to surge up, pushing inch by inch inside. Until…he could no longer slip inside her, there was a barrier blocking him from impaling her all the way to the root of his cock.
Her eyes met his in the near darkness, his silver eyes wide with shock, hers wide with a pain she was trying to hide.
“You don’t want this,” he whispered and began to pull out.
Small hands found his wrists, the hands bruising her hips, and stopped him.
“I want you to hurt me,” she whispered in reply, her voice tremulous, “and I want you to make the hurt feel good.”
Scorpius felt himself grow impossibly harder at the lewd insinuation in her soft voice. He kissed her again, and wrapping his arms about her waist, pulled her from the wall to lay her on their clothes at their feet. She kissed him in return, her fingers tangling in his mussed hair. He was still only a bit inside, and as the kiss deepened, Scorpius hurt Rose Weasley.
She screamed shortly into his mouth, and he swallowed it. He did not move for a few moments, relishing the tight hold Rose had about him, and then, when her hips bucked, Scorpius Malfoy made the hurt feel good.
“You are mine,” he snarled into her ear as he hurt her, and hurt her…
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: DubCon, First Time, M/F
Summary: #96 – Hurt. She wanted to the hurt to feel good.
Word Count: 796 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. A companion piece to #34 – Not Enough.
Prompt 96 – Hurt
His mouth closed over hers, stifling the protest about to escape her lips. He could not stand it any longer, so she had to understand… Rose Weasley was his!
Scorpius Malfoy ground his body against hers, pushing her bare back into the stone wall in a niche just a few feet from the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. He had waited for her there, his grandfather mentioning the niche in a letter, a place that few knew existed, let alone Slytherins like Rose Weasley.
It was two days before the Leaving Feast, and the end of their last year at Hogwarts. Scorpius knew he had to act before she slipped through his fingers for perhaps all time. When she realized who he was, she did not hex him, as she seemed to want to do after being jerked into the hidden niche. Instead, she kissed him, dropping her wand somewhere in the dark, tearing at his Gryffindor robes, his Head Boy badge, and his long silvery blond hair. When they were both down to only their underclothes, Scorpius felt the haze in his brain lift.
“Malfoy…you…” she started, her head brushing against the front of his plain white boxer shorts, causing him to inhale sharply.
Scorpius knew she had wanted to humiliate him somehow, so close to the serpent’s den… He would never allow it. He could be just as Slytherin as she, it was in his blood. And that was how he had pushed her into the wall, kissing her soundly, his hands tearing away her brassiere and rough, Quidditch worn hands grasping the heavy globes in his palms. Grinding his pelvis into hers, he could feel her heat, her dampness, and her hesitation.
“For seven years…” he breathed, finally pulling away for much needed air. “You have hurt me so often,” he whispered huskily, just able to see her wide amber eyes and the smattering of freckles across her nose.
Rose licked her swollen lips, and smirked. “I know.”
Anger surged through him, and with a flick of his wrist, her knickers were gone. All that was left was the thin fabric of his boxer shorts, and already he could feel her wetness begin to soak through.
She whimpered softly, the first true sound she had made, and tried to move, to escape.
“No, you don’t,” he growled, a hand gripping her right breast tighter, the nipple peeking out between his knuckles. “It is my turn.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted to gasp gently.
Another flick of the wrist, and they were finally skin to skin, and Scorpius’ pale eyes narrowed dangerously, sheer pleasure replaced anger. He was hard, harder than he thought possible, and he knew, as Rose knew, what was going to inevitably happen.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Rose.”
She said nothing, her eyes falling shut. Scorpius grasped her slender, perfect throat and bumped her unruly auburn head into the wall behind her. Her eyes opened.
“I want this…” she hissed in derision.
He grinned, twisting his hips so the tip of his cock fell into the cleft between her thighs, burying in the sticky dark curls.
“No, you don’t.”
Rose bit her lip roughly as he pushed in side, hoisting her upward along the wall, the head of his cock pulsing at the resistance he felt. His hands slid down her sweaty body to her hips, and he bent his knees to surge up, pushing inch by inch inside. Until…he could no longer slip inside her, there was a barrier blocking him from impaling her all the way to the root of his cock.
Her eyes met his in the near darkness, his silver eyes wide with shock, hers wide with a pain she was trying to hide.
“You don’t want this,” he whispered and began to pull out.
Small hands found his wrists, the hands bruising her hips, and stopped him.
“I want you to hurt me,” she whispered in reply, her voice tremulous, “and I want you to make the hurt feel good.”
Scorpius felt himself grow impossibly harder at the lewd insinuation in her soft voice. He kissed her again, and wrapping his arms about her waist, pulled her from the wall to lay her on their clothes at their feet. She kissed him in return, her fingers tangling in his mussed hair. He was still only a bit inside, and as the kiss deepened, Scorpius hurt Rose Weasley.
She screamed shortly into his mouth, and he swallowed it. He did not move for a few moments, relishing the tight hold Rose had about him, and then, when her hips bucked, Scorpius Malfoy made the hurt feel good.
“You are mine,” he snarled into her ear as he hurt her, and hurt her…