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| Entry tags: | c: gavin montgomery, c: lily luna potter, d: 2028 03, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
RP: What do you want?
Who: Lily Luna & Gavin
What: Finally?
When: Monday, Mar 7, 2028; late evening
Warnings: NSFW: Adult language, Dom/Sub Roles (everything done is with consent, though with quite a bit of manipulation leading up to this).
Completion Status: Complete
Gavin had gotten home from the gym in a mood and finally decided to reward himself. He shot off a text before stripping and showering, leaving a trail of his gym clothes through his flat, not bothering with how tidy - or not - the place was. He didn’t generally live in a mess, anyway. When he finished he lazily toweled off and threw on a pair of boxer briefs and then went to his couch to play with his phone and wait.
You wouldn’t have known he was waiting for anything at all as he played at some random swiping and matching game, not a care in the world. The text, though, had said simply: ”20 minutes. [floo]”
Lily’s phone vibrated on her chest, “20 minutes. [floo].” She wondered if she could decline. The release was needed, but without the reward she was starting to think being someone’s poppet meant more frustration than she thought she could bear. “Fine.” She threw her phone next to her and pulled a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and a bando. “Maybe if I make it too easy, he’ll lose interest.” She poked her head out into the common room, no sign of Sofia. She pulled a handful of powder out of the tin on the mantle and disappeared in a gust of flame.
She hadn’t expected Gavin to be sitting in front of her as she stepped out into his apartment. She stood there rubbing her arm.
“Prompt, I like that,” he said, his deep voice coming out as carefree as he looked. “You look as wrecked as your texts have sounded,” he observed. Honestly, he liked that. “That’s good,” he told her, as a form of praise.
“Come here,” he said, and pat his bare thigh. He leaned to the side to set his phone on the little sofa table there, his game forgotten now that his real game had begun.
Lily hesitated for a moment. He had praised her. She smiled, taking slow deliberate steps toward him. She could feel his warmth through her sweatpants when she sat down. “Like that?” She asked. He hadn’t told her to speak, but something in her wanted to check.
He nodded and licked his lips, his arm going around the small of her back. “Just like that,” and then he added, “for now.”
He leaned up and into her, his breath ghosting across the skin of her neck, but then leaned back just enough to look her in the eye. “Why are you here, poppet?” His voice was serious. He was a bastard, and a commanding one at that, but Gavin fully and enthusiastically believed in consent - he never did anything to a woman without her explicit permission, and he’d never touch an underage or impaired witch, either.
She felt his breath on her neck, the muscles tensing and releasing. “I don’t know.” She could still leave. Stand up and floo back to her apartment and pretend she didn’t just floo to his apartment at the sound of a text. “You hadn’t told me. Just told me when.” She really didn’t know why he had called it. “You needed me?” the words left her mouth and felt her heart start pounding. She must’ve overstepped.
He smiled at her confusion, but it wasn’t a kind, normal smile. It was like that of a shark about to win its prey. “I do need you, and do you need me? Because it seems, from your texts, like you do, but I need to know before we go any further.”
“I do need you.” The words stuck in her throat. “I don’t think I’ve needed anything more.” She exhaled a sigh of relief. He needed her.
Ah, it appeared he was right - he had her right where he wanted her after over two months of teasing, commanding, demeaning texts. “What do you need me for?” He asked, his voice getting a touch gentler, knowing just how he needed to play this, as his gaze met hers, his eyes feigning softness and contrition. “I need you to tell me. Specifically.”
Manipulation was the name of his game, after all, not assault.
“I’ve been good. I haven’t touched myself at all. I need you to feel me. To tease my nipples and clit like you did at the pub.” She squirmed thinking about his muscular hands on her. She needed him. She didn’t quite know how. “You told me about your blonde. About how you tied her up. How you were with her. I want that. I want that pleasure.”
He hummed in thought, “So you want me to tease you? I would have thought you wanted me inside you, to take that pretty virginity from you without a second thought, to make you mine fully...” He needed her to say it. In his own need for her, his cock was already half hard in his boxer briefs, under her thighs where she sat sideways on his thigh. “I would have thought,” he said, leaning up to speak the words into her porcelain neck, “that you’d want me to fuck you until you were empty of all need and desperation and thought,” the words were practically purred into her skin. Then he licked her there, briefly but to make his point.
His words, his touch were everything that Lily had hoped for. He was paying her the attention she so craved. She could feel him growing under her thighs. She stopped herself from reaching behind her curling a hand around him. She wouldn’t know what to do then, just that it seemed like the thing to do. She was close to what she had wanted over the last two months, him. He licked her skin, her heart pounding. “Can’t we start with teasing?”
Would he become disinterested if she hedged his affection too much? The thoughts flooding her mind bringing the moment into stark relief. She could feel herself panicking.
“See where things go from there?”
Gavin sat back, away from the skin he’d been laving with light kisses while she thought and spoke, all affection had left his face. “I don’t ‘see where things go’ Red. And if you’re not interested you should go.” His tone brooked no room for disagreement, unless it was to say she was ready for him and needed him and that was where the night was going. He would have thought that two months of teasing and torturing would have been enough to have her break, but maybe she was stronger - or less interested and desperate, and thus less interesting to him - than he’d thought.
Lily sat stockstill on his lap. The low, sensuous tone he had been purring into her back was gone. Replaced with the forceful voice she knew from their first meeting in the pub. She barely heard what he had said of the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
She didn’t have a wand on her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Every step of the way had been with consent. Could she really stand up and floo back to her apartment without repercussions? What about her messages? If he didn’t get his way would he seek retribution?
“What happens if I leave right now?” She turned, her tailbone digging into his muscular thigh. She needed to see into his eyes. He may be an all-star Qudditich star, but at the moment he was off his game. More emotional than she’d ever seen him. If she could see anything then it would make her next step easier.
Gavin gave her a curious look. “Nothing,” he said simply before thinking for a moment and then clarifying. “If you want, texts with my instructions will continue. If you don’t want that, then they won’t. Ball is in your court, as the muggles say,” he gave a shrug. He wanted her so desperate for him that she wouldn’t refuse him. If that wasn’t the case, he was wasting his time. He cared less about wasting hers.
She searched his face. He wasn’t lying. It unnerved her. There was a small part that wanted the messages to continue. To have that connection, but she didn’t know. Didn’t know what she wanted or who. “No, I don’t want them to continue.” The words seemed to fall out before she could really think.
Standing up she gathered what little she had brought with her and pulled a handful of floo powder from the mantle shouted “home” and disappeared in a burst of fire and smoke. The redhead stepped out into her apartment and ran into her room magicking the door locked before falling onto her bed.
You wouldn’t have known he was waiting for anything at all as he played at some random swiping and matching game, not a care in the world. The text, though, had said simply: ”20 minutes. [floo]”
Lily’s phone vibrated on her chest, “20 minutes. [floo].” She wondered if she could decline. The release was needed, but without the reward she was starting to think being someone’s poppet meant more frustration than she thought she could bear. “Fine.” She threw her phone next to her and pulled a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and a bando. “Maybe if I make it too easy, he’ll lose interest.” She poked her head out into the common room, no sign of Sofia. She pulled a handful of powder out of the tin on the mantle and disappeared in a gust of flame.
She hadn’t expected Gavin to be sitting in front of her as she stepped out into his apartment. She stood there rubbing her arm.
“Prompt, I like that,” he said, his deep voice coming out as carefree as he looked. “You look as wrecked as your texts have sounded,” he observed. Honestly, he liked that. “That’s good,” he told her, as a form of praise.
“Come here,” he said, and pat his bare thigh. He leaned to the side to set his phone on the little sofa table there, his game forgotten now that his real game had begun.
Lily hesitated for a moment. He had praised her. She smiled, taking slow deliberate steps toward him. She could feel his warmth through her sweatpants when she sat down. “Like that?” She asked. He hadn’t told her to speak, but something in her wanted to check.
He nodded and licked his lips, his arm going around the small of her back. “Just like that,” and then he added, “for now.”
He leaned up and into her, his breath ghosting across the skin of her neck, but then leaned back just enough to look her in the eye. “Why are you here, poppet?” His voice was serious. He was a bastard, and a commanding one at that, but Gavin fully and enthusiastically believed in consent - he never did anything to a woman without her explicit permission, and he’d never touch an underage or impaired witch, either.
She felt his breath on her neck, the muscles tensing and releasing. “I don’t know.” She could still leave. Stand up and floo back to her apartment and pretend she didn’t just floo to his apartment at the sound of a text. “You hadn’t told me. Just told me when.” She really didn’t know why he had called it. “You needed me?” the words left her mouth and felt her heart start pounding. She must’ve overstepped.
He smiled at her confusion, but it wasn’t a kind, normal smile. It was like that of a shark about to win its prey. “I do need you, and do you need me? Because it seems, from your texts, like you do, but I need to know before we go any further.”
“I do need you.” The words stuck in her throat. “I don’t think I’ve needed anything more.” She exhaled a sigh of relief. He needed her.
Ah, it appeared he was right - he had her right where he wanted her after over two months of teasing, commanding, demeaning texts. “What do you need me for?” He asked, his voice getting a touch gentler, knowing just how he needed to play this, as his gaze met hers, his eyes feigning softness and contrition. “I need you to tell me. Specifically.”
Manipulation was the name of his game, after all, not assault.
“I’ve been good. I haven’t touched myself at all. I need you to feel me. To tease my nipples and clit like you did at the pub.” She squirmed thinking about his muscular hands on her. She needed him. She didn’t quite know how. “You told me about your blonde. About how you tied her up. How you were with her. I want that. I want that pleasure.”
He hummed in thought, “So you want me to tease you? I would have thought you wanted me inside you, to take that pretty virginity from you without a second thought, to make you mine fully...” He needed her to say it. In his own need for her, his cock was already half hard in his boxer briefs, under her thighs where she sat sideways on his thigh. “I would have thought,” he said, leaning up to speak the words into her porcelain neck, “that you’d want me to fuck you until you were empty of all need and desperation and thought,” the words were practically purred into her skin. Then he licked her there, briefly but to make his point.
His words, his touch were everything that Lily had hoped for. He was paying her the attention she so craved. She could feel him growing under her thighs. She stopped herself from reaching behind her curling a hand around him. She wouldn’t know what to do then, just that it seemed like the thing to do. She was close to what she had wanted over the last two months, him. He licked her skin, her heart pounding. “Can’t we start with teasing?”
Would he become disinterested if she hedged his affection too much? The thoughts flooding her mind bringing the moment into stark relief. She could feel herself panicking.
“See where things go from there?”
Gavin sat back, away from the skin he’d been laving with light kisses while she thought and spoke, all affection had left his face. “I don’t ‘see where things go’ Red. And if you’re not interested you should go.” His tone brooked no room for disagreement, unless it was to say she was ready for him and needed him and that was where the night was going. He would have thought that two months of teasing and torturing would have been enough to have her break, but maybe she was stronger - or less interested and desperate, and thus less interesting to him - than he’d thought.
Lily sat stockstill on his lap. The low, sensuous tone he had been purring into her back was gone. Replaced with the forceful voice she knew from their first meeting in the pub. She barely heard what he had said of the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
She didn’t have a wand on her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Every step of the way had been with consent. Could she really stand up and floo back to her apartment without repercussions? What about her messages? If he didn’t get his way would he seek retribution?
“What happens if I leave right now?” She turned, her tailbone digging into his muscular thigh. She needed to see into his eyes. He may be an all-star Qudditich star, but at the moment he was off his game. More emotional than she’d ever seen him. If she could see anything then it would make her next step easier.
Gavin gave her a curious look. “Nothing,” he said simply before thinking for a moment and then clarifying. “If you want, texts with my instructions will continue. If you don’t want that, then they won’t. Ball is in your court, as the muggles say,” he gave a shrug. He wanted her so desperate for him that she wouldn’t refuse him. If that wasn’t the case, he was wasting his time. He cared less about wasting hers.
She searched his face. He wasn’t lying. It unnerved her. There was a small part that wanted the messages to continue. To have that connection, but she didn’t know. Didn’t know what she wanted or who. “No, I don’t want them to continue.” The words seemed to fall out before she could really think.
Standing up she gathered what little she had brought with her and pulled a handful of floo powder from the mantle shouted “home” and disappeared in a burst of fire and smoke. The redhead stepped out into her apartment and ran into her room magicking the door locked before falling onto her bed.