FIC: Of Marks and Visions
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hpkinkfestTitle: Of Marks and Visions
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deceptivechasm
Prompt Number: 167 submitted bykamerreon
Kink Showcased: Virgin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood
Summary: Luna is a Seer. Harry can't let anyone else have access to her powers.
Warnings: Wall sex, biting, rough sex, deflowering Luna, possessiveness, PWP.
Word Count: 932 words
Author's Notes: Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mods, I need a Harry/Luna tag, please! :D
Harry groans in pleasure and grinds his hard cock against her arse as Luna's fingers trace his Dark Mark. He loves the feel of her curves pressed against him as he tries to get his release. Her fingernails dig into the Mark, caressing it with her magic, making him gasp and thrust harder.
Her fingers move farther up his arm, until they tangle in his hair and tug him toward her. Harry's lips latch onto hers, sucking and biting with hunger as he draws blood. He moans at the taste of copper as he slowly licks it off her lips, and runs his tongue past her teeth until it rubs against hers.
He turns her around and shoves her against the wall, ignoring the sounds of protest coming from her beautiful, abused mouth as he stares at her lust-blown eyes. Harry tilts his head as he admires their new color; black with a small ring of silver. Arousal rushes through him, making him pant in want at the sight of a debauched Luna.
"Harry," she whispers, voice hoarse with need. "Make me yours?"
Harry chuckles darkly as he stares into her eyes, tongue flicking out to lick up a few drops of blood that have gathered on her lower lip. He nips at the bare column of her throat, before his teeth latch onto her salty skin.
She gasps and arches even more into his body, pushing her breasts into his chest. "Please!"
Harry suckles at her neck, until he can feel the bruise forming. He bites harder, making sure that anyone who looks at it will know that she is his. That she will always be his. "You're mine, Luna. You have always been mine. Did you really think that I'd let anyone else have your powers?"
He slowly, tauntingly unbuttons and removes her shirt, ignoring her pleas of "more" and "faster." He is going to enjoy taking her virginity. And then the whole wizarding world will know: they will know that he is going to kill Voldemort, they will know that he will become the next Dark Lord. Because she is the power that he longs for, she is going to be the one to make it possible.
He smiles at the unseeing silver eyes, knowing that even now she is having a vision of the future—their future. He unhooks her bra and cups her breast, drawing her attention back to where it should be. Him. He stares at her dusky nipples and grins when they tighten in arousal. He flicks a thumb across them, loving the softness and the keening sounds that his lover makes.
Harry nuzzles the side of her neck as he makes his way to the hollow of her throat, where he suckles another love bite. His tongue laves at the bite, making it darker and redder. He loves seeing his marks on her skin, loves knowing that he put them there.
Her knees almost buckle when his hot tongue traces her nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. "Harry! Please, please!"
He smiles and releases her nipple, watching in fascination when the cold air makes her shudder. His hands trail down her sides as he discovers the places that make her cry out or squirm in his grip because she is ticklish. His hand disappears under her short skirt as he searches for the one place he knows will bring her the most pleasure. He moans at the feel of the wet silk and brushes it against her clit, taunting her with light touches and kisses against her neck.
"You're perfect, Luna, so wet and willing. I'm going to make you mine," Harry whispers into her ear, teeth nibbling her lobe. His fingers dance to the top of her knickers and he pulls them down her thighs, letting them pool on the floor at her feet.
He groans at the thought of her naked beneath the skirt as her chest heaves, breasts tempting him with her perfect size and beautiful nipples. But his mind goes blank when he feels her fingers wrap around his throbbing member. Harry doesn't even remember her opening his trousers. He grunts when her thumb swipes over the tip and smears his pre-come down his cock.
Harry growls and grabs hold of her legs, bringing them up until they wrap around his waist. He captures her bruised and swollen lips as his cock thrusts into her heat, silencing his cry of pleasure and her cry of pain. He winces as he breaks through her hymen, and stops as soon as he is fully seated. He knows that it hurts a girl her first time, and he doesn't want to cause her more pain; he's not needlessly cruel.
He waits until she gives him a nod before Harry pulls out and thrusts back in again and again. He pulls away from her mouth, wanting to hear her cries of pleasure, and latches onto the side of her neck. He mouths at the love bite he gave her earlier, unable to stop playing with his mark. He knows that it will probably hurt later, but he wants it to.
He wants her to remember this night. Harry wants her to wake up and feel his cock still between her legs. He wants her to taste his lips and tongue, and to hear his cries and moans of pleasure. He wants her to smell his salty skin. He isn't going to let her forget him. Even when she is having a vision, she will remember whom she belongs to—him.
Author:
deceptivechasmPrompt Number: 167 submitted by
kamerreonKink Showcased: Virgin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood
Summary: Luna is a Seer. Harry can't let anyone else have access to her powers.
Warnings: Wall sex, biting, rough sex, deflowering Luna, possessiveness, PWP.
Word Count: 932 words
Author's Notes: Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mods, I need a Harry/Luna tag, please! :D
Harry groans in pleasure and grinds his hard cock against her arse as Luna's fingers trace his Dark Mark. He loves the feel of her curves pressed against him as he tries to get his release. Her fingernails dig into the Mark, caressing it with her magic, making him gasp and thrust harder.
Her fingers move farther up his arm, until they tangle in his hair and tug him toward her. Harry's lips latch onto hers, sucking and biting with hunger as he draws blood. He moans at the taste of copper as he slowly licks it off her lips, and runs his tongue past her teeth until it rubs against hers.
He turns her around and shoves her against the wall, ignoring the sounds of protest coming from her beautiful, abused mouth as he stares at her lust-blown eyes. Harry tilts his head as he admires their new color; black with a small ring of silver. Arousal rushes through him, making him pant in want at the sight of a debauched Luna.
"Harry," she whispers, voice hoarse with need. "Make me yours?"
Harry chuckles darkly as he stares into her eyes, tongue flicking out to lick up a few drops of blood that have gathered on her lower lip. He nips at the bare column of her throat, before his teeth latch onto her salty skin.
She gasps and arches even more into his body, pushing her breasts into his chest. "Please!"
Harry suckles at her neck, until he can feel the bruise forming. He bites harder, making sure that anyone who looks at it will know that she is his. That she will always be his. "You're mine, Luna. You have always been mine. Did you really think that I'd let anyone else have your powers?"
He slowly, tauntingly unbuttons and removes her shirt, ignoring her pleas of "more" and "faster." He is going to enjoy taking her virginity. And then the whole wizarding world will know: they will know that he is going to kill Voldemort, they will know that he will become the next Dark Lord. Because she is the power that he longs for, she is going to be the one to make it possible.
He smiles at the unseeing silver eyes, knowing that even now she is having a vision of the future—their future. He unhooks her bra and cups her breast, drawing her attention back to where it should be. Him. He stares at her dusky nipples and grins when they tighten in arousal. He flicks a thumb across them, loving the softness and the keening sounds that his lover makes.
Harry nuzzles the side of her neck as he makes his way to the hollow of her throat, where he suckles another love bite. His tongue laves at the bite, making it darker and redder. He loves seeing his marks on her skin, loves knowing that he put them there.
Her knees almost buckle when his hot tongue traces her nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. "Harry! Please, please!"
He smiles and releases her nipple, watching in fascination when the cold air makes her shudder. His hands trail down her sides as he discovers the places that make her cry out or squirm in his grip because she is ticklish. His hand disappears under her short skirt as he searches for the one place he knows will bring her the most pleasure. He moans at the feel of the wet silk and brushes it against her clit, taunting her with light touches and kisses against her neck.
"You're perfect, Luna, so wet and willing. I'm going to make you mine," Harry whispers into her ear, teeth nibbling her lobe. His fingers dance to the top of her knickers and he pulls them down her thighs, letting them pool on the floor at her feet.
He groans at the thought of her naked beneath the skirt as her chest heaves, breasts tempting him with her perfect size and beautiful nipples. But his mind goes blank when he feels her fingers wrap around his throbbing member. Harry doesn't even remember her opening his trousers. He grunts when her thumb swipes over the tip and smears his pre-come down his cock.
Harry growls and grabs hold of her legs, bringing them up until they wrap around his waist. He captures her bruised and swollen lips as his cock thrusts into her heat, silencing his cry of pleasure and her cry of pain. He winces as he breaks through her hymen, and stops as soon as he is fully seated. He knows that it hurts a girl her first time, and he doesn't want to cause her more pain; he's not needlessly cruel.
He waits until she gives him a nod before Harry pulls out and thrusts back in again and again. He pulls away from her mouth, wanting to hear her cries of pleasure, and latches onto the side of her neck. He mouths at the love bite he gave her earlier, unable to stop playing with his mark. He knows that it will probably hurt later, but he wants it to.
He wants her to remember this night. Harry wants her to wake up and feel his cock still between her legs. He wants her to taste his lips and tongue, and to hear his cries and moans of pleasure. He wants her to smell his salty skin. He isn't going to let her forget him. Even when she is having a vision, she will remember whom she belongs to—him.
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