Come What May
Title: Come What May
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Morag MacDougal/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, D/s, biting
Notes: None
Summary: Draco's late.
Draco was late. Not five minutes or fifteen, but three hours late. When he appeared in the bedroom, she was crying, letting out the fear and frustration, but the pop seemed to dry her tears. She looked up, and without even bothering to wipe her face, she flew at him, kissing him hard and pinning him to the floor. He was bruised, battered, and one shoulder was bloody, but she didn’t care, he was alive and beneath her.
“Hello to you too.” He joked when he got his breath back, though it was muffled by the kiss, the way her hands wandered over him as if to make sure that he was entirely intact. After she was sure he was alright, she broke the kiss and bit down on his neck, pressing his hands up until they touched the wall above them. “Don’t you leave me.” She muttered when she could, using her one free hand to discard his robes, and then banishing them in frustration, until the cloth of one of his ripped shirts and the warm flesh of her breasts were pressed against his chest. “Don’t you dare die on me, if you do, I swear, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself.”
She didn’t offer him a chance to respond, her hips holding him down as she moved above him, one hand keeping his wrists pinned, and she felt him relax and yield beneath her. She kissed him hard, almost plundering his mouth, teasing him with the movement of her hips against his until he groaned.
“Won’t,” He managed to get out as she broke the kiss to trail bites down his chest, and her nails over his scars. “Oh…I won’t…fuck…Blood.”
“Remember that,” Morag growled, tears in her eyes and voice that she tried to hide. “You’re mine. ”
And she made sure that thought stuck, even as it got intermixed with desperate curses and growls, as she fucked him into the floor, allowing herself pleasure only after he had come.
“I love you,” She murmured, licking a bite on his neck, as they lay there, breathless puddles of goo. “Come what may, I’ll always love you.”
“Mmmf…” Draco replied, from where his head was buried in her shoulder. “Loffyoutoo, Bloo’.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Morag MacDougal/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, D/s, biting
Notes: None
Summary: Draco's late.
Draco was late. Not five minutes or fifteen, but three hours late. When he appeared in the bedroom, she was crying, letting out the fear and frustration, but the pop seemed to dry her tears. She looked up, and without even bothering to wipe her face, she flew at him, kissing him hard and pinning him to the floor. He was bruised, battered, and one shoulder was bloody, but she didn’t care, he was alive and beneath her.
“Hello to you too.” He joked when he got his breath back, though it was muffled by the kiss, the way her hands wandered over him as if to make sure that he was entirely intact. After she was sure he was alright, she broke the kiss and bit down on his neck, pressing his hands up until they touched the wall above them. “Don’t you leave me.” She muttered when she could, using her one free hand to discard his robes, and then banishing them in frustration, until the cloth of one of his ripped shirts and the warm flesh of her breasts were pressed against his chest. “Don’t you dare die on me, if you do, I swear, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself.”
She didn’t offer him a chance to respond, her hips holding him down as she moved above him, one hand keeping his wrists pinned, and she felt him relax and yield beneath her. She kissed him hard, almost plundering his mouth, teasing him with the movement of her hips against his until he groaned.
“Won’t,” He managed to get out as she broke the kiss to trail bites down his chest, and her nails over his scars. “Oh…I won’t…fuck…Blood.”
“Remember that,” Morag growled, tears in her eyes and voice that she tried to hide. “You’re mine. ”
And she made sure that thought stuck, even as it got intermixed with desperate curses and growls, as she fucked him into the floor, allowing herself pleasure only after he had come.
“I love you,” She murmured, licking a bite on his neck, as they lay there, breathless puddles of goo. “Come what may, I’ll always love you.”
“Mmmf…” Draco replied, from where his head was buried in her shoulder. “Loffyoutoo, Bloo’.”