That Split Second | D.M

Back at Tidworth, I managed to calm myself to a decent level. I just had to be hallucinating Astoria, it's the only plausible explanation. It wasn't worth freaking y/n out either or disturbing the afterglow we were both experiencing from the pill we took. Still hand in hand, she didn't seem too put out about the fact that we had to leave as she twirled and twisted gracefully, chuckling to herself, riding the buzz. "I don't know what was in whatever we took but I feel fucking amazing right now. Literally like I'm floating on air. Do you feel a-okay now, Malferret?"

The bloody name thing. I can't even be pissed off with that one, it was pretty creative.

"Yes, darling," I smiled back, halting her mid spin with both hands on her waist; whispering as I leant in to a soft kiss. "If you're okay, I'm okay."

I'd not noticed the hedge of flowers beside us. Roses dotted throughout, catching the amber glow of the streetlight that swallowed the burden of a dark night. And y/n plucked one from it's stalk, smelling it, before holding it towards my chest. "What's that for?"

"For you," she replied, the twinkle in her eyes glittering. "Giving flowers isn't only for men, they can receive them too. So, do you want this token of my undying need to fuck you twenty four seven?"

It could of been a tender moment, she had every opportunity to be cute, and a part of me had been hoping that she'd at least move a little closer to saying the L word. But of course not, not my y/n. "Well, thank you. I should let you know though, giving flowers isn't my style."

When I spoke those words, never could I have fathomed that she'd repeat them whilst staring down at the place I lost my life. It was only meant to be an innocent, fleeting statement. And it became so much more poignant than anyone could be prepared for.

"That's okay," y/n whispered. "Cut flowers just die anyway, it's dying right now and has been since the second I snapped it's stalk. It'll wither up and crumble, and nothing can stop it. Not even me."

She spoke so nihilistically. As if she were the rose, detached and broken, but still beautiful.

I took the rose from her fingers as she watched on attentively, slipped out my wand and whispered a simple charm of conservation. The dim glow wrapped itself around the stalk before disappearing into the petals.

"There," I smiled, handing it back. "Now it'll stay exactly as it is. For as long as you want it to."

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I deployed an attempt at being charming, but doubted myself since up until now the only charming I did was just the precursor to getting a girl into bed; except this time, I meant it.

"And so will this, you and me."

Her eyes kept shifting over mine, back and forth, back and forth. A slight tint of blush spreading over her cheeks, and not because of the chill in the air. 

Say it. Just say it y/n. 

Instead she curled her arms around my neck, and threw back her head to whine far enough that I could see the blue lines of veins on her throat. "Ugh, I can't even lie and say that didn't work on me. Why are you so hoooot?!"

"Oh alright then," I replied when she returned to hanging off my shoulders. "I won't say anything nice to you anymore then. Simply have you at my beck and call, fuck you like a slut, and disappear until my cock needs attention again."

"You wouldn't dare." Y/n's face narrowed in a testing way, complimented by the strands of hair that blew across her face. We were in the middle of a street, only the creaking of thatched roofs to interrupt us. Fuelled by drugs and alcohol, the solution presented itself unprompted. Both hands at her cheeks firmly, cradling her jaw just to feel the heartbeat in her neck. I noticed her squeeze her legs together and lose all rationality when I dropped my head, breathy voice mixing with her own. 

"Disappear, darling? Or fuck you like a slut? And are you not above that kind of thing anymore? Because if I remember rightly, you let me finger fuck you in public, and oh how I loved it. That's definitely good little slut behaviour."

Her pulse galloped, unable to take her gaze from my lips as they lingered over hers with no intention of connecting. Only sliding my hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, and yanking her forward ever so slightly, just enough to hear the gasp as I continued. "Definitely a.. good.. little.. slut, aren't you darling?"

It was my turn to be dizzied by the sensation of fluttering heart palpitations. Yet not unnerved by this new insatiable part of me that had been simmering beneath the surface. Maybe I've got a natural proclivity for such things so it seems, and fuck, I am enjoying being in control with her perhaps a little too much. Maybe she should get to meet the old me, the arrogant Malfoy.

"So what if I am?" She mumbled back, shy and timid now. I was calm and collected. Noting how heavily her chest was rising and falling, entranced by me, and so very easily guided into dropping to her knees if I willed it so. "Then I'd be very proud of you, my good girl."

Neither of us could contain the tension that we had summoned, and y/n span on her heel whilst grasping my hand tightly, pulling me along like she might combust if we wasted another second. The door to her cottage didn't stand a chance as she cast it open before we were even up the stony driveway. Instantly the warmth of home hit us, but paled in comparison to the warmth of our bodies now as the door thumped shut; allowing me to drive her up against the wall with a huff. 

And she whimpered when I dove for her neck, claiming those blue lines for my own with each nip and suckle. I love it when girls do that little whimper, especially when you're paying extra special attention to their perky tits; but her whimpering for me? Unbeatable.

Each thigh in my hand, I hoisted her up against the wall, pinning her there with our pelvises as instinct had me biting and pulling at her bottom lip. If we are human, then why do we behave like beasts? Who knows, but what I do know is that it feels so fucking good.

"Is this okay?" I stalled to ask. "Can I fuck you really hard, and with complete and utter disrespect?"

If that was pathetic of me, then sue me, I'm pathetic. Y/n didn't seem to think so, pupils spreading an inky blackness across her iris. 

"Take what's yours babe," she whispered, knowing exactly what she does to me. "Whatever you need from me, just take it. And I'll be so.. so.. good for you."

Returning to the manic kisses, my mind exploded and body gave in; forcing the pulsing sensation to grow between my legs with every inch of her thighs that my hands roamed over. The detail of those fishnets beneath my fingertips felt like holding my palms over a burning hot flame, thrilling, but painful in the sense that I don't want them there at all. They need to come off, like now. 

I turned with y/n still clung to me and paced over to the cottage stairs, laying her on the steps like a delicate sculpture. "Legs open wide for me, pretty girl. I'm famished."

My orders were followed with obedience, both limps pried apart to expose her underwear that was indeed damp with stickiness. And one by one I worked the laces of her boots, snatching them off and tossing them aside before lurching over to grapple at the waistband of those fucking tights; hoisting and peeling them away with desperation. To look up and see her smirking, biting on to a finger, ready to accept whatever I was about to do to her, robbed me of all sanity. 

Truthfully, I didn't have much to begin with.

My palm hit the stair with a thud as I towered over her, upturning her chin roughly and beginning to leave the most blatant marks all over her throat as she squirmed in pleasurable pain beneath me. Then downwards further, peppering those kisses across her chest before dragging my open mouth over her shirt, stopping only to take each nipple between my teeth, tugging with no remorse as I cupped and teased those gorgeous tits through the thin fabric. 

When our stares met again, there was a mutual understanding that we are not partners nor lovers in this situation; we're toy master and play thing. And let me make this clear, I am an addict, the vials of morphine and wine beneath my bed will tell you so.

But my number one weakness and vice? Eating pussy. I'll never get enough, they're so pretty and inviting, and they weep the most delicious nectar I've ever tasted. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing better than the sounds a wet cunt makes as you kiss away the frustration.

Underwear peeled away, y/n remained poised in position, giving way to the sight of just about the only thing that can or will bring me to my knees. And she flinched as the coldness of the family crested signet ring delicately spread her cunt open to bare all. The perfectness of her shapes and folds had me salivating like a feral dog.

My utmost apologies to you Ms Selwyn, because the things I'm about to do to your daughter under your roof, are the most severe kind of dirty and uncouth. 

Sinking to my knees at the bottom of the stairs, I forced her legs over my shoulders. She did not attempt to defy me, knowing that it would not fare well for her if she did. A heated kiss to her core elicited the shallow gasp that I love. "Hm. Is this what you want, darling?"

Squirming and writhing against the carpet, her heels dug into my scapula; yes, she nodded, pleading with pursed lips and rounded puppy dog eyes. "Ask nicely."

"Please?" That would not suffice, I felt it was lacking a little... yearning. Plus it was fun. "You'll have to do better than that y/n."

"Oh god, please, please just fuck me with your mouth." The way she begged and just hearing it was jarring to me, she's never begged for anything, it's just not in her nature. Until she wanted me. My breath teased her inner thighs, barely skimming the skin. "No, not god sweetheart. Not even he can make you feel the things I'm going to."

She tastes like warm honey on fresh bread, like the first spring dew on a sleepy March morning, she tastes exactly how morphine feels; deadly and addictive. Perhaps to any other man or woman she would simply taste like any other pussy, but to me, it was carnal.

"Fuuuck, mhm." She squealed in her chest as her back rose into an arch against the staircase; fist curling around one of the banner poles for support. The other tried to venture into my hair, but I caught her by the wrist and moved it back up, nodding no against her as I continued flicking my tongue across her clit. This is my turn. "Oh, please, more."

Such a needy little thing, clearly practice does make perfect, because we are barely five minutes in and she's already a puddled mess. I replayed her words in my mind twice before even attempting to focus on anything else, they sounded abstract to the act of oral sex, the meaning ran way, way deeper. Much like my head now, as it buries deeper and deeper in between her legs. Only retreating enough to spread her open with my fingers, she was creamy and glistening now, swollen and aching. 

Y/n's body was so desperate to cum that she daren't move a single inch in any direction for fear of ruining it for herself; and her stomach tensed harshly with each heaving breath. She twitched each time that I softly teased a finger over her before snatching it away cruelly between words. "You know what, darling. Apparently there's this phrase that the muggles use to express their distaste for capitalism and such. 'Eat the rich,' I believe it goes."

"Um, okay?" She panted, confused but still not daring to move away. Straightening up over her had her eyes following mine, and curling a single digit into her sweet, tight, fuck hole almost tipped her over the edge had I not halted to lower down into a kiss so that she could taste herself on my tongue. "And yet here you are, the rich eating you. Nobody should have any business tasting the way that you do, not with a face like that at least. If I was a religious man I might be inclined to say that you are a creation of the devil himself, because only he could bring into existence the perfect fallen angel; created in his own image."

"That was so attractive," y/n gasped as I finally granted her the pressure of slipping in both fingers to the knuckle. Stealing the moans from her mouth like a thief, I refuse to share, they're mine. My smirk rested against her cheek as I allowed her to ride my hand unaided. "I know, and it definitely had the intended effect."

I'd forgotten just how good I am with my words sometimes, it brought a deep satisfaction. Even though I'm straying further and further from who I thought I was every single day, there's that little part of me that she is slowly but surely nursing back to life. It's only right that I should repay her good faith, and you can never go wrong with multiple orgasms.

The third of which is only a few short seconds away now by the sounds my girl is making beneath me with each stride of an arm; a compliment to the one I gave her this morning in front of the fire and the second in a massive gathering. Her appraisal came without verbal confirmation, just hot, tight, tension. 

"You can be so vexing sometimes you know," I smirked, folding the sleeve up on my right arm, careful to consider that the other must remain hidden as I continued to drag my fingers in and out of her. "The Amortentia stunt, the threats you made in front of my entire friend group and the jacket you burnt behind the green house. Forcing me to climb through your fucking window to vie for your affections. Don't think I've forgotten any of that y/n."

One, two, three, four. Her breath hitched abruptly and calves began to flex. I slid my fingers from inside of her quickly, at the precise second that I felt her tighten up; and if looks could kill then I would have been dead, buried and decayed instantly. "What the? What?! What are you doing?!"

"Nothing, my girl. Quite literally." Y/n's mouth was hanging open in silence. I'd never seen a person so offended in all my life, it was fucking brilliant. "Let me finish you moron?! Put it back!"

Having someone demand that I put my fingers back inside of them was way funnier than I ever thought it would be. What I was witnessing wasn't just frustration, but something far more intense. "Draco?! Give me my orgasm back!"

Instead a hard, sharp slap to her weeping cunt arrived in place of said orgasm; it had y/n shudder all over and snap her legs shut around my forearm. I just know that she was so, so sensitive and I was revelling in it.

"What's wrong? Not used to being told no are you?"

It was taking every ounce of strength she had to not slap me, but she did relinquish all control. And even though I have no fucking clue what I'm doing, I understand the general mechanisms of sadomasochism. "Best you get yourself up those stairs," I whispered into her ear before rising to my height and weighing on the banister. "Up you go then darling, I don't think on the stairs is the best location for the positions I want to put you in."

Y/n's eyes widened with excitement, allowing that cheeky smirk to spread over her lips. Only urged on by my arched brow and a subtle nod guiding her attention up.

"Yes, sir," she replied. I had to wait until she was on her feet and trailing up in front of me to squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through the brand new feeling hearing her say that had just ignited. I didn't dwell on it too long though, because I wouldn't want to forfeit the wondrous sight of her peachy arse and smooth, soft legs. "And make sure you're naked when I get up there."  

And yes, you guessed it. This was the time it happened. 

So in light of it all I can admit that I had a fucking great time creating our son, even if it was by mistake.