Harry/Draco Oneshot: The Fighting
Title:The Fighting
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC 17
Warnings:Slash Pairing, Explicit Sex, Mild Violence, Rough Sex, Dub Con, Explicit Language, Biting, Scratching, Fingering, and Parseltongue Story is Top!Harry/Bottom!Draco
Word Count: 627
Disclaimer All Characters belong to the genius of JK Rowling I only get to play smutty games with them in the hopes of entertaining.
Notes: Written for hp_smutday Prompts: Makeup Sex and Silk
The Fighting by HPFangirl71
The room was littered with debris, a maze of broken items scattered about, surrounded two oblivious bodies. Two bodies now clinging to one another out of sheer desperation and need…
It always started out the same, a tiny argument over some innocuous mistake one of them had supposedly made. One or the other would ready the fire with a burning bit of sarcasm and then to save face the other would snark back with as good as he got. The belittling binge of name-calling would soon lead to the firing of hexes. A multitude of halfhearted stunning spells and some humiliating jinxes would shoot forth throughout the air. Shattered glass and sparks of small explosions were narrowly avoided, as they continued their lover’s quarrel. They never hurt one another, they’d never let it go so far again, that was the unspoken rule. No, hurting one another would never allow them to achieve the finality of this wicked little game they invariably played…
That finality was something they were consummating at this very moment. There amidst the rubble they lay panting and sweating with exertion. Harry had successfully pinned Draco to the ground, his silk shirt torn to shreds like the rest of the room. A look of lustful desire blazed within the sexy blonde’s pale grey eyes. His look perfectly mirrored Harry’s own unspoken frenzy of want. Harry’s lips left a bruising trail across Draco’s scarred chest as the blonde moaned piteously at once again being pinned by the powerful wizard. Even as Harry slowly undressed them both, Draco would strain unsuccessfully against the brunette straddling him.
Draco was so busy mouthing Harry’s skin that he barely heard the whispered charm. He only knew of its utterance when he felt the warm sensation of his arse filling with lube. He was shocked even further still by Harry’s fingers as they breached his entrance. With every thrust of his digits within Draco’s body, Harry hissed out the forbidden snake language that he knew drove his boyfriend insane with desire. Draco bucked against his fingers as they pressed hard into his prostate and let out an inaudible gasp of want. Even as his body gave in with an unspoken sign of surrender, his mind continued to struggle.
“No fair, using Parseltongue,” he panted out needfully.
“Since when did I fight fair,” Harry whispered as he lined his cock up with Draco’s prepared hole.
“You are mine!” Harry hissed into the sexy blonde’s ear.
Draco wasn’t quite sure what Harry had said but the tremors it caused down his spine were all he needed as he pressed himself downward to take Harry fully into his body. He growled and bit down in retaliation against the man’s shoulder. Harry groaned at the pain of broken skin and thrust roughly in and out of his lover’s arse. Their lovemaking was never gentle, just the usual gut wrenching animalistic instinct that ruled them from deep within. They wanted and needed to hurt each other but that need was no longer vengeful. The passion of their fiery love brought them both so much pleasure amidst this agony. Repeatedly, Harry thrust into Draco and with every movement, the blonde again gave as good as he got. Nails tore into backs and teeth shattered through skin as they clung heatedly to one another. Hours later, sweat clad and panting wildly they’d finally climax with guttural groans, falling lovingly into the safety of one another’s embrace. The exchange of hesitant apologies and a vulnerable I love you were what ended the charade of hatred their fights began. This was the only way their love could survive. It was why they still clung to the long ago hatreds… because make up sex had never felt so bloody brilliant!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC 17
Warnings:Slash Pairing, Explicit Sex, Mild Violence, Rough Sex, Dub Con, Explicit Language, Biting, Scratching, Fingering, and Parseltongue Story is Top!Harry/Bottom!Draco
Word Count: 627
Disclaimer All Characters belong to the genius of JK Rowling I only get to play smutty games with them in the hopes of entertaining.
Notes: Written for hp_smutday Prompts: Makeup Sex and Silk
The Fighting by HPFangirl71
The room was littered with debris, a maze of broken items scattered about, surrounded two oblivious bodies. Two bodies now clinging to one another out of sheer desperation and need…
It always started out the same, a tiny argument over some innocuous mistake one of them had supposedly made. One or the other would ready the fire with a burning bit of sarcasm and then to save face the other would snark back with as good as he got. The belittling binge of name-calling would soon lead to the firing of hexes. A multitude of halfhearted stunning spells and some humiliating jinxes would shoot forth throughout the air. Shattered glass and sparks of small explosions were narrowly avoided, as they continued their lover’s quarrel. They never hurt one another, they’d never let it go so far again, that was the unspoken rule. No, hurting one another would never allow them to achieve the finality of this wicked little game they invariably played…
That finality was something they were consummating at this very moment. There amidst the rubble they lay panting and sweating with exertion. Harry had successfully pinned Draco to the ground, his silk shirt torn to shreds like the rest of the room. A look of lustful desire blazed within the sexy blonde’s pale grey eyes. His look perfectly mirrored Harry’s own unspoken frenzy of want. Harry’s lips left a bruising trail across Draco’s scarred chest as the blonde moaned piteously at once again being pinned by the powerful wizard. Even as Harry slowly undressed them both, Draco would strain unsuccessfully against the brunette straddling him.
Draco was so busy mouthing Harry’s skin that he barely heard the whispered charm. He only knew of its utterance when he felt the warm sensation of his arse filling with lube. He was shocked even further still by Harry’s fingers as they breached his entrance. With every thrust of his digits within Draco’s body, Harry hissed out the forbidden snake language that he knew drove his boyfriend insane with desire. Draco bucked against his fingers as they pressed hard into his prostate and let out an inaudible gasp of want. Even as his body gave in with an unspoken sign of surrender, his mind continued to struggle.
“No fair, using Parseltongue,” he panted out needfully.
“Since when did I fight fair,” Harry whispered as he lined his cock up with Draco’s prepared hole.
“You are mine!” Harry hissed into the sexy blonde’s ear.
Draco wasn’t quite sure what Harry had said but the tremors it caused down his spine were all he needed as he pressed himself downward to take Harry fully into his body. He growled and bit down in retaliation against the man’s shoulder. Harry groaned at the pain of broken skin and thrust roughly in and out of his lover’s arse. Their lovemaking was never gentle, just the usual gut wrenching animalistic instinct that ruled them from deep within. They wanted and needed to hurt each other but that need was no longer vengeful. The passion of their fiery love brought them both so much pleasure amidst this agony. Repeatedly, Harry thrust into Draco and with every movement, the blonde again gave as good as he got. Nails tore into backs and teeth shattered through skin as they clung heatedly to one another. Hours later, sweat clad and panting wildly they’d finally climax with guttural groans, falling lovingly into the safety of one another’s embrace. The exchange of hesitant apologies and a vulnerable I love you were what ended the charade of hatred their fights began. This was the only way their love could survive. It was why they still clung to the long ago hatreds… because make up sex had never felt so bloody brilliant!