Drabble: Draco/Rose
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lightofdayePairing: Draco/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Length: 523 words
Warning: Sex, Cross-Gen, oral, bondage, D/S, the list goes on
Note: I don't usually write things like this I swear! Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_humpdrabbles and posted along with other saucy drabbles here.
Draco Malfoy leant back in his leather office chair, half-closed his eyes, and tried to think of better times. He certainly had good reason to: his name got him no respect, he was stuck in a dead-end job and— worst of all — the half-full tumbler of scotch was on his desk out of his reach.
That was his fault, of course. He’d pushed the chair back to give his girl room to work, and she certainly had been eager to work on him. Chuckling slightly at his own thought, he shifted his weight again, head resting deeply on the top of the chair, his arse moving closer to the edge of his seat to give her better access. She took the opportunity to lower her head further down as she valiantly strove to swallow his entire cock.
He really should pay more attention to her, though. She’d certainly tried hard to look appealing: all the buttons on her blouse were undone, and one strap of her brassiere hung by her elbow so that her round tits threatened to spill out of it. Her skirt was scandalously short and hardly presented a barrier to her hand where it had slipped between her legs.
Draco’s grip tightened where it gripped her bushy hair, and he hauled her head off his cock. An explosive gasp of air burst from her wet lips.
“What are you doing?” he asked, growling in his displeasure.
Her eyes were wide with surprise.
“Sucking your cock, sir.” she gasped.
“That’s not what I meant,” Draco retorted. “Did I say you could touch yourself, Miss Gr-Weasley.”
“No, sir,” Rose whimpered.
“Then should you be touching yourself?”
“No, sir.”
“Put your arms behind your back,” he instructed. Shock flashed across her face, but she did it without complaint, and he bound her wrists to the small of her back with a quick charm.
He wove both hands into her hair and got her back to work on him. With her hands behind her back, she couldn’t balance, and she could only obey his grip on her head as he pulled and pushed her up and down his shaft, soaking it with her drool.
It was better like this — having her completely in his power, just like he’d always wanted. But it wasn’t good enough. It didn’t change the adoring looking in her blue eyes, nor did it change the fact that the bushy hair caught in his grip was at best auburn and not brown.
Even when he took her mouth off him again and bent her over the desk, it didn’t change who she was. The freckles scattered across her arse were proof enough, and the sight made him slam into her ever harder and faster in anger until he came into her clenching cunt with a roar of frustration.
She didn’t know the reasons why he fucked her with such vigour, and she didn’t seem to care. She just loved every second of it. That was the problem: Rose was willing, wanton and wet for him. That made her a poor second best to Granger.
But she was all he had.
Rating: NC-17
Length: 523 words
Warning: Sex, Cross-Gen, oral, bondage, D/S, the list goes on
Note: I don't usually write things like this I swear! Written for
hp_humpdrabbles and posted along with other saucy drabbles here.Draco Malfoy leant back in his leather office chair, half-closed his eyes, and tried to think of better times. He certainly had good reason to: his name got him no respect, he was stuck in a dead-end job and— worst of all — the half-full tumbler of scotch was on his desk out of his reach.
That was his fault, of course. He’d pushed the chair back to give his girl room to work, and she certainly had been eager to work on him. Chuckling slightly at his own thought, he shifted his weight again, head resting deeply on the top of the chair, his arse moving closer to the edge of his seat to give her better access. She took the opportunity to lower her head further down as she valiantly strove to swallow his entire cock.
He really should pay more attention to her, though. She’d certainly tried hard to look appealing: all the buttons on her blouse were undone, and one strap of her brassiere hung by her elbow so that her round tits threatened to spill out of it. Her skirt was scandalously short and hardly presented a barrier to her hand where it had slipped between her legs.
Draco’s grip tightened where it gripped her bushy hair, and he hauled her head off his cock. An explosive gasp of air burst from her wet lips.
“What are you doing?” he asked, growling in his displeasure.
Her eyes were wide with surprise.
“Sucking your cock, sir.” she gasped.
“That’s not what I meant,” Draco retorted. “Did I say you could touch yourself, Miss Gr-Weasley.”
“No, sir,” Rose whimpered.
“Then should you be touching yourself?”
“No, sir.”
“Put your arms behind your back,” he instructed. Shock flashed across her face, but she did it without complaint, and he bound her wrists to the small of her back with a quick charm.
He wove both hands into her hair and got her back to work on him. With her hands behind her back, she couldn’t balance, and she could only obey his grip on her head as he pulled and pushed her up and down his shaft, soaking it with her drool.
It was better like this — having her completely in his power, just like he’d always wanted. But it wasn’t good enough. It didn’t change the adoring looking in her blue eyes, nor did it change the fact that the bushy hair caught in his grip was at best auburn and not brown.
Even when he took her mouth off him again and bent her over the desk, it didn’t change who she was. The freckles scattered across her arse were proof enough, and the sight made him slam into her ever harder and faster in anger until he came into her clenching cunt with a roar of frustration.
She didn’t know the reasons why he fucked her with such vigour, and she didn’t seem to care. She just loved every second of it. That was the problem: Rose was willing, wanton and wet for him. That made her a poor second best to Granger.
But she was all he had.
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Date: 2013-02-28 02:50 pm (UTC)Too late, Daye. Your secret is out. Somewhere under all of that mind-blowingly sensual and scorching hot vanilla smut that you write is a dirty, naughty guy. Embrace the kink. Glory in it. (Or at least keep indulging me like this on occastion. Whew.)
Totally reccing this as soon as I can string together something more than "RUN DON'T WALK PEOPLE".
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Date: 2013-02-28 03:11 pm (UTC)Thanks Tam. Oddly enough not matter how many times you say nice things about my fucs, I never get tired of it.