Who: Derek & Daphne When: August 25th, late night (backdated) Where: Daphne's What: Fucking Rating: See above Status: Partially logged; continued in comments
Daphne had worked hard for this. Harder than she worked for just about anyone else, really, only her boss at work possibly included. And even then... it wasn't like she had to.
No, this had felt like a proper challenge, as had his baiting her to find him. Which meant that the only thing to do, really, was to show up in the place he'd least expect her to.
She hadn't lied when she'd told him that she was used to getting what she wanted. So when she asked her father to talk to Yaxley and make another fight happen... well. One day had been all it took.
Making her way into the space reserved for fighters-- who was going to stop her, honestly?-- Daphne sought out the men's dressing room. If he wasn't in the waiting area, he'd be in there, right? And even if he wasn't... the chances of there being topless men in there was great enough that it was more than worth venturing inside.
Her choice of attire that day had been rather deliberate. Light, breathable, and remarkably easy to get in and out of. Simple to unzip or to just hike up a bit. Naturally, this meant that she'd gone sans underwear, Daphne leaning against the wall as she caught sight of her conquest, regrettably already more than dressed enough.
"And here I was hoping to catch you shirtless."
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At first, the footsteps behind him didn't raise any red flags. Other fighters wandered in and out, as well as some of the workers on occasion. But when he heard the voice behind him, the voice of a woman, his interested was piqued. When he actually registered the words she was saying, Derek couldn't stop the absolutely fucking amused smile that spread across his face. Followed by chuckle of disbelief. It didn't take long for the pieces to fall into place after that. He wasn't the smartest man, but she said she always got what she wanted. Daphne was from a powerful family, a pureblood family, and if the pretty princess wanted something, she seemed to get it.
Straightening up to his full height and turning around, he took in the sight of her and let out an appreciative whistle. "Dressed for the occasion and everything, didn't ya?" He didn't mind, not one bit. He had held her off for a while, yeah, but that didn't mean that picture hadn't affected him. She was, after all, a gorgeous woman.
"Sorry to disappoint, but good news is, you finally caught me." Moving closer to her, Derek absolutely towered over her by quite a lot, even with her heels. "So what's your next move, pretty girl?"
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Ah, yes. That was precisely the reaction she'd been hoping for. He didn't seem annoyed in the least, after all, which had been a very real and genuine concern. It wasn't like she'd been blind to his reticence over the course of their conversation, and it would have been entirely within his rights to be annoyed if he had wished to be.
"I do like to impress," she drawled, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Oh, he was just as tall as she'd looked from afar, wasn't he? That was certainly a delight.
"Well, I'm not planning on assaulting you, if that makes you feel any better. I do like my sexual partners to be willing. So. If you're up for it, we can squeeze in a quickie now and then I can drag you back to mine after your performance out there for more. Or you'll make me be patient again, which I guess I could be amenable to. Just this once."
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Derek tilted his head slightly, surprised that she had enough self control not to throw herself at him. It was certainly enlightening about her in many ways. She seemed very one track minded in some ways, but he felt that was an incorrect assumption. Maybe more than what was on the surface. He knew all about that, anyhow. Though her behavior did still concern him. He could have been a fucking psychopath, for all she knew. Really, with his temper sometimes, that might have even been true. He beat the shit out of people for sport, and yet here she was, standing in front of him alone.
Moving then, using his body to all but force her into a corner, Derek let the tips of his calloused, large fingers trail up the zipper of her dress, between her breasts and up to her throat. One hand gently wrapped around her slender neck, realizing how fragile she really felt. How easy someone could break her... But also so fucking soft, and she smelled so good. His hand got tighter then, and tighter, and soon he knew it was painful, and he was most certainly cutting off air as he looked down at her.
"How do you know I wouldn't hurt you, or kill you, Princess?" his voice was rough. "You made it so easy... That's stupid, pretty girl." Waiting another moment before finally releasing her neck, his hand raking into her hair instead and he roughly pulled her mouth to his. It wasn't a small peck, but a dominating, demanding kiss.
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Daphne was a switch. Had always been a switch for as long as she could remember. Being as versatile as she was meant that she could accommodate almost anyone in the sack. And that meant also being able to appreciate choking, which had admittedly led to some fantastic orgasms in the past.
Still, that obviously wasn't what he was going for, here. He was trying to scare her, that much was obvious, but even if the actual threat of death was on the table, Daphne wasn't scared.
Perhaps that should have concerned both of them.
That thought flew out the window quickly, however, the second that he kissed her back, a sharp moan escaping her as she allowed herself to echo his hands, the fingernails of one hand running along his scalp, the others at the back of his neck. Using him and the wall behind her as leverage, she hopped up more than easily enough, wrapping her legs around his waist with another soft groan at the feeling of his erection against her bare skin.
Definitely proportional.
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He'd really have to work on this death wish thing with her, if that's what it was, but Derek was far too busy with other things, like running his hands underneath her ass and grasping tightly as she pressed herself against him. Fuck, he could definitely tell there was no underwear there, grinding himself against her wet lips through his clothing as he stifled a low growl. Fuck, he wanted to tear her clothes off, but he refrained, instead moving from her lips to her neck, teeth grazing along skin.
He wanted to mark her, the thought crawling into his mind and setting hooks in his brain. But he was no idiot. Eventually, she'd go back out into public and the last thing he needed was her father noticing the bruises on her pale, soft neck.
Moving back from the wall and dropping her down so her feet were back on the floor, Derek forcefully turned her around. One hand was still balled in her hair, moving the blond strands out of the way of the back of her neck as his lips, tongue, and teeth grazed hungrily along the back of her neck. With his free hand, he pulled up the back of her dress, revealing her bare ass. "Daddy know you walk around the boys club without any panties on?" he muttered against the back of her neck, grasping her plump ass check in one hand before slapping it with a resounding crack.
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As if Daphne didn't regularly walk around with hickeys. She'd never tried to hide the fact that she had an active nightlife-- of sorts-- from anyone other than her father. And for that, there were always scarves.
"What do you think? Of course not," she ground out, trying to quell the urge to turn herself back around and hop back on. He did have her rather well-pinned, but she supposed that was to be expected. She went to the gym and did yoga, but this was his job. "But what daddy doesn't know can't possibly hurt him... and there is quite a bit that he doesn't know."
Thank Merlin for that. "Do you normally bring up girl's fathers quite this much when you're spanking them?"
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It wasn't surprising that she had anyone wrapped around her finger, though a small smirk still graced his features at the idea anyone could consider this one the slightest bit innocent. Not that he had an issue with that, especially not right now. But he wondered exactly how she would react if this little meeting didn't go exactly the way as planned. At least, not at first.
Moving his way down her body, Derek's mouth found her asscheek, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh enough to achieve the goal he had in mind. There was certainly going to be a mark, and maybe a bit of an ache for a few days with that one. His other hand had slipped between her folds during this, a thick finger swirling around her swollen clit as he felt how wet she was. Fuck...
Pulling away then quite suddenly, he stood back up, enough so that he could whisper in her ear as his hard cock pressed against her back, but still contained within the confines of his trousers. "Hate to cut this short, Princess, but I have a fight to go win." With one last nip of her earlobe, he was suddenly gone, making his way towards the exit that faced in the direction of the arena. Thankfully, he was pretty good at containing his bodily responses, and by the time the bright lights hit him, there was no evidence showing of what was had just occurred in the locker room.
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Daphne enjoyed controlling the action more often than not, and her hand came to rest at the back of his head to help urge him on not to stop, hips pushing down to urge him to push more of his finger into her.
But fucking hell, he just had to go and have practically no hair, right? Maybe if she'd had more grip, he wouldn't have gotten to pull away and left her high and fucking dry like that.
Tease.
"You're going to pay for that later," she called after him, shimmying her clothes back into place with a pout. Fine. She supposed she deserve that a little bit. But only a little. For now, she had a fight to go watch.
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He certainly hoped he was going to pay for that later. But for the moment, he had something else to focus on. A fight which he emerged from the winner, but his body had definitely taken a beating. Bruises around his ribs and face were already forming, blood dripped from a laceration on his forehead that cut across his eyebrow. His opponent had certainly been a challenge, much to his surprise. He had been hoping with how quick this went off, all the decent fighters wouldn't be able to hop in last minute.
Moving back to the locker room, he found it empty for the time being. And while there was an old shower system in the back, he didn't bother to even head in that direction. Instead, he grabbed his bag and made his way towards home. Though he also had a distinct feeling he wasn't entirely alone. Or wouldn't be for long.
Or maybe she grew bored with waiting and found another mark.
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His instincts were sharp. He absolutely wasn't alone, though Daphne decided not to speak up until they made it to an intersection, her catching up from where she'd been trailing after him.
"My place is this way, big guy."
She would have been lying if she'd tried to claim that watching the fight hadn't been a turn-on. It absolutely had. And she had thoroughly appreciated his decision not to wash up just yet. She had a more than nice enough bathroom, after all... and cleaning charms did exist for a reason.
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"You're bad at being subtle. And trailing someone," he said without any surprise as the familiar voice rang out at his side. She really did take too many chances, this one. It was unsettling to know, but he really couldn't afford to get invested. Derek would give her what she wanted, and eventually she'd find her amusement elsewhere. He considered himself nothing more than an itch she felt like scratching. What else could it be? Rich, pretty women didn't just go throwing themselves at the likes of him. No, fighters, or maybe big men in general, were probably just a passing kink.
But even knowing that, it didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy it.
"Sure you want me bleeding all of your floor, girly?" Glancing over at her, he really had to wonder if he had it in him to outlast this next challenge after the beating he just took. Would be interesting to try.
He did begin following after her though. Daphne was the one who offered the place, and who was he to disagree?
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"I suppose it's a good thing I wasn't trying," she drawled, turning around and starting to walk backwards so she continue facing him, her hands folded behind her back.
She knew she was looking entirely too coy for her own good, but, well. With dusk having long come and gone, the summer heat lingering even in the darkness of the night, the streetlights lining the boulevard, she knew that the atmosphere would only add to the slightly playful tone coloring her voice.
"Oh, I absolutely do." She could think of few things that appealed to her more right now. And even if she didn't have access to plenty of cleaning charms, she still had her cleaning services, didn't she?
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There was another slight, disbelieving chuckle that poured out of him at her. Daphne was certainly something, that was for fucking sure. Even now, Derek wasn't entirely positive what to make of her. And while he certainly kept his eyes on her form, how could he not, he couldn't stop himself from also paying attention to the shadows in his periphery. Call it paranoia, but it was after dark, and this wasn't the safest world anymore. Not that crime was running rampant exactly, but Derek was well acquainted with what was out there.
"It far then?" He asked, knowing she must have lived on the high end side of town, all things considered. He would certainly look out of place in the streets, but he at least had the fact he was a Hitwizard going for him if questioned. "Could use a shower."
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"Not particularly. Cobblestone Way." Just around the corner, then. The square was large, granted, but it made for a wonderfully public space from which to split off.
"Are you planning on taking that shower on your own? Because I am absolutely dreadful at being kept waiting." Which she'd already done a fair share of today, no thanks to him. Then again... he had to know the effect he'd had. She could only hope that she'd had the same effect on him, too. Considering how badly beat up he'd gotten... she wondered how much she should attribute to distraction on account of arousal.
"But... if you'd rather put this off even longer, I guess I'll just have to make it harder for you to resist me. I'm a very good performer, you see."
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"So I've gathered," he said, his tone packed full of amusement underneath the roughness of his tone. He had been quite proud of himself for being able to pull away earlier. A girl like her certainly made that kind of control challenging. Her offer to postpone their arrangement though led him to lift up a brow. Interesting. She had said just a moment ago she didn't like waiting, and a bit of annoyance splashed across his bruised and bloody features.
"Why the sudden change of heart, pretty girl?" Stepping a bit closer, enjoying how much he towered over her whenever he did that, he looked down at the small blonde. Well, small to him at least.
"You worried I can't hold up my end of the bargain tonight?" It was almost insulting, in a way. But he also really was just toying with her for the reaction.
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"No, I just enjoy the thought of torturing you. You, trying your hardest to take a perfectly innocent shower... while I fuck myself on my bed, more than loud enough for you to hear? There's something absolutely delightful about that mental image, if only because I know it would end with you plowing me on the bed... then maybe me riding you... then we could move to the wall..." Taking her time to lick her lips, Daphne offered him another too-coy smile before shifting to face forward once more and turning a corner.
Casting a glance at him over her shoulder, she grinned. "Almost there..."
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"Figured if I was taking a shower at your house, Princess, there would be absolutely nothing innocent about it." Just like there was absolutely innocent about her. In a way, that was almost refreshing. He was less worried his presence would absolutely ruin her or some shit.
Her description of the night's events as she saw them though, that was certainly something. He had to admit, she had quite the imagination. Not that she was wrong in any sense but... He had to wonder if he'd even make it to the shower. Fight or no, there was still a lot of pent up energy that she wasn't helping to quell. Really, she had been the one to culminate it to begin with. When they reached her door, he couldn't help but crowd her in the doorway, brushing his calloused finger along her neck and shoulder. "Whatever you want."
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He had a point. If he was going to be taking a shower, it would ideally involve her. Ideally, at any rate. And he had rather delighted in torturing her until now, hadn't he? Making her wait for him when he could have easily slipped in a quickie before the fighting... the nerve of it was almost bold enough to turn her on all the more.
"I do like the sound of that," she told him, unlocking the door before turning to face him. Reaching up to grab hold of the front of his shirt, she pulled him in for a hungry, greedy, downright messy kiss, her hand lowering the doorhandle behind her.
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Derek hadn't been entirely sure what to expect as they walked through her door, though in the several scenarios that shot through his mind, this was among them. But be was definitely not complaining, returning her kiss with just as much force and passion. By the time she had the door closed, he had her pressed against the wall next to it, this time not holding back as his hands took in the feel of her body. A firm, appreciative grab of her breasts was followed by his fingers trailing to each nipple, pinching and squeezing through the fabric of her dress. He put his knee up, between her legs, grinding slightly against her, providing friction and probably soaking his pants in the process. Not that he cared in the slightest.
Breaking away from her lips, he moved once again to her neck, biting down and sucking at her flesh, groaning softly at how good she tasted. Though by now, there was no way she didn't have some blood and sweat on her and he was trying to be a gentleman about that fact. "Bathroom?" he grunted against her.
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"Or the bedroom," she gasped, her grin more than obvious from her tone alone. It wasn't like she was the type to shy away from getting a little filthy. She'd been prepared for him to hold out on her a good deal longer, but the fact that he had ultimately decided against it was more than welcome to Daphne, who'd been waiting for this for more than long enough by now.
Which meant that she wasn't about to ignore his proffered knee, bracing herself on his leg as she allowed herself to rock back and forth, almost as if she was already riding him.
Merlin, if he was as good in bed as he was a kisser, they had absolutely nothing to worry about. She'd even be tempted to go back for seconds, especially considering how willing he apparently was to get rough with her, too.
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"The two close?" he questioned, nearly smiling at the way she rubbed herself against him. She really was an animal, wasn't she? With that in mind, he reached between them, not even bothering with the zipper and instead ripping the metal teeth apart as easy as tearing a sheet of paper. Sure, it might have been easy to her, but he wasn't about to fumble with zipper and shit when he could easily get inside using his bare hands.
Fuck, she had a nice body. But there was still a fucking barrier, and he had already destroyed one piece of clothing. At this point, he might as well just go for it. The front of her bra ripped open easily enough, Derek pushing it off her shoulders so he could then crush her naked body to him, kissing her once more as his blunt fingernails dug into her shoulders, dragging their way down the bare skin of her back.
Pushing her away then he turned her around once more, smacking her ass as he admired the view. "Go on, lead the way."
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"Depends on the bathroom... and the bedroom," she laughed, her grin widening. "I've got a big tub upstairs... big shower downstairs... and beds on both floors." So, really, it depended entirely on how patient he was feeling.
Which, as it turned out... was not very. Daphne wasn't complaining, a soft laugh escaping her at the feeling of the fabric confines of her dress leaving her. Goodness gracious, she had chosen well in picking him, hadn't she?
"I like that," she told him softly, only seconds before her bra came off alongside. There was no small amount of strength necessary in tearing off a woman's clothes, and she would have been lying if she'd claimed it not to be a turn-on. Hopping down from her former perch, she threw him a pert grin over her shoulder. "Big tub? Shower? Bed? Surely you have a preference. I certainly don't mind getting a little bloody..."
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It was nice to know that his show of impatience and strength had impressed her. He'd have to store that tidbit of information away for later. For now, he was smirking, admiring the view more than he probably should. "Shower. Bed. Make em close together in case I change my mind about order," he told her, licking his lips as he looked her over. She was sturdier than she looked, definitely. But how much sturdier? Something told him that flawless skin would be littered with bruises and marks later on. Though he figured she could take care of that right quick, considering where she lived.
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Kicking off her heels on her way, Daphne made her way through her apartment, bare feet padding to the bed... and then passing by it to open the door to the bathroom, the shower inside more than sizable enough for the both of them. If he wanted the big tub-- or the other bed, for that matter-- they'd have to take the stairs up.
"Well, big guy? Going to pick one?"
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When presented with the choice, Derek took a half second before he walked over to Daphne, picking her up and tossing her frame over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing. Moving towards the bed, when they finally got close enough he tossed her on top, following up the act with whipping off his black shirt and tossing it aside. His ribcage definitely looked as though it took a beating as much as his face, but he paid it no mind. Next he kicked off his combat boots, having kept them somewhat loose when he left the arena.
The belt was next, his hands going to the heavy buckle and just barely started to undo it before he stopped. Looking up at her he couldn't help but tease. "You want the honor here, Princess?"
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She'd squealed at first, but it had been more joy than surprise. Pleasant surprise, perhaps, but... most of this was turning out to be as much.
And, well... she was thoroughly enjoying the view from the bed, elbows propped up behind her, as she watched him strip. Only when some of the bruises and lacerations became visible as he pulled off his shirt did Daphne reach forward to trace a path along the skin... and sitting up when he moved back to pull off his boots.
"So independent," she drawled, a slow grin coming back over her features as she sat up on her knees with a soft nod. "Yes, please." Grabbing hold of the front of his belt, she pulled him in closer, eager for her hands to get to work.
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Derek watched from above her as her nimble fingers began to undo his belt, allowing her to push off his pants and underwear, if she so desired. He had nothing to be ashamed of down there, and he was already semi hard. Maybe not entirely. The man had decent control over himself, though she continually tested that restraint. It was almost impressive.
His hands moved back into Daphne's hair, balling her long locks in his fists and using the silky strands as a method to control where her head was turned. Tugging her hair hard, he forced her to look up at him as he leaned over and kissed her again, his mouth hungry and demanding. Fuck, there were far too many things he wanted to do with her body right now. How could he ever decide on one?
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As much as Daphne enjoyed the occasional sub in her bed, there was something wonderfully exhilarating about someone who fought back and tried to go toe-to-toe with her, a soft, triumphant laugh leaving her as her hair was tugged back.
"And he's bold, too... will wonders never cease--" It was as far as she got before he was kissing her, a moan taking the words out of her mouth, something she was not about to be upset about, not remotely.
Not that she was about to let him have all the fun, Daphne reaching forward to grasp hold of his cock to stroke.
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She liked to talk, that was obvious enough by their conversations together. But Derek wasn't the biggest talker, as she'd probably come to realize. Though he was more than happy for her to make all the noise she wanted when they got to the good stuff.
His cock twitched in response to her touch, Derek pushing down the rest of his clothes so she could have all the access she wanted. His own hands went to her tits, back to her bare nipples, forcing them into tight peaks as he played with each before smacking her breasts. Fuck, he liked the way they jiggled.
"Turn around and get on all fours," he told her then, his tone serious as he looked at her in almost a predatory manner.
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Daphne couldn't help but laugh at that, her hand still stroking up and down his length. "You know, I don't normally follow orders like that. Are you going to make it worth my while?"
That had been one thing nice about Finnigan, as disgusting as her sister had thought him, and as horrifying as his need for emotional intimacy to go with the physical intimacy was. He'd been easy to direct around. So good at taking direction.
"If I'm going to put myself in such a vulnerable position, it better be for a good reason... you gonna eat my ass?"
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Oh, she definitely had sass. He liked that, but he had plenty of his own in return. "If I recall, you were the one that propositioned me, pretty girl," Derek quipped, his tone entirely too amused. "And now you're going to question me? You may not be used to taking orders but... you're going to follow them. Otherwise, you'll be left thinkin of what could have been, entirely unsatisfied. Pressing your thighs together... looking for some sort of release. Thinking about my hands on you, what my cock would feel like stuffed in your lithe little body. And let's face it... I can satisfy you better than any of those other little boys you entertain yourself with by a mile." Now that, he was absolutely fucking sure of. She might have invested her time in quantity, and been around the block with more than her fair share of people, but none of them were Derek.
And during this little speech, his thick fingers wandered down between her legs, punctuating his statements with rough rubbing over her clit, his other digits finding her tight opening and swirling about in her wet folds. Just to prove a point, more than anything els
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"Oh, you can, can you?" A throaty laugh followed, arousal winning out over coherence for the time being. His fingers were nice, she'd give him that.
What she delighted in most, though, was the fact that he'd been pushed far enough to actually try and convince her. He'd played the reluctant stoic for long enough that it was more than a welcome change.
"Well, since you're clearly so infatuated with me already, I'll give you a little tip. You'll get a lot further if you just do, and don't ask. You want me on all fours? I sure hope you're strong enough to manage it..."
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"Infatuated, huh?" He half scoffed, knowing she said that mostly to bait him. He was dumb, but he wasn't that dumb, and knew she was playing him like a fucking instrument. That seemed to be her M.O. "Don't you wish."
Without much more fanfare, he did exactly as told, forcing her to move. And frankly, it was easy to do. He was a bear of a man, and even if she tried to put up a fight, it wouldn't have gotten her very far. Once he had her where he wanted her, Derek wasted no time in burying his face between her legs. There was definitely a sting from the raw bits of his face, but it was a pleasant pain in his opinion, especially as he got to taste her. His tongue wasted no time swirling around her puckered asshole before moving towards her slick entrance, tongue fucking her as his one of his hands worked her clit, rubbing soft, quick circles around the sensitive bud.
He ate her out like he did everything else so far, with the passionate fervor of a starving man. It had been a while, and she had certainly worked him up to this point.
Eventually, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, two pushed up inside her, curving forward in order to brush that elusive area. His mouth returned to her ass, wondering how long it would take him to bring her to climax.
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Of course she was trying to bait him. It was one of her very favorite pastimes and always got a most wonderful reaction out of him. What more could a girl possibly ask for?
Well, probably getting flipped over and getting eaten out. Luckily for both of them, he was remarkably good at tending to her desires, Daphne grinning through her moans, her hand moving to the back of his head to urge him on.
Oh, Merlin, yes.
There were moments like this that she could just... forget. She felt weightless, timeless. Her existence stopped mattering right alongside everything else. All that mattered was the pleasure, the feeling of his fingers grasping for her peak inside of her.
A part of her hoped he hadn't expected it to last longer, but she'd been building up this desire for days now, and she came with astonishing rapidity as her body began to tremble, sensations making their way up through her. "Mm, fuck--" she heard herself mutter, breathless and barely present. It would only be a few more seconds until she'd be chasing the next peak with him, but until then, she'd ride out her orgasm, her hips grinding back against her.
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Derek wasn't good at many things in life. Interpersonal skills, random facts, cooking, keeping his temper in check. But there were a few things he excelled at. Fighting. His job. And his prowess when it came to the bedroom. Honestly, it wasn't something he advertised, but he had never once left a girl unsatisfied. Hell, more often than not he left them quivering in a pile on the bed.
Which he was aiming for here. He figured she could take it, considering how much she ran her mouth about the amount of sex she needed. Plus, there was nothing quite like driving a woman over the edge again, and again, and again using nothing more than his giant hands and skilled tongue.
So when she came, he didn't stop, only allowing her a moment to regain her bearings. Flipping her onto her back this time though, he gathered what wetness he could from his face and sucked it all in, half smirking before he dove back between her thighs, this time letting his tongue fuck her tight hole, his fingers quickly drawing circles around her clit.
He wondered how many times he could drive her over the edge before she begged for his cock.
Only one way to find out.
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Holy shit. He knew how to deliver, didn't he?
To say that Daphne looked pleased would have been an understatement of absurd proportions. Pleased didn't even begin to cover it. A ridiculous smile was painted on her face, interrupted only by the fact that her lips were parted, gasps punctuating each and every breath that made its way out of her rib cage. Her eyes rolled back; fingers finding the fabric of her sheets to dig into as she allowed her hips to arch up against him.
"Yes," she offered him, the highest praise she really had in her arsenal for anyone, and allowed her fingernails to rake over his scalp again before she settled her hand at the back of his head.
And then came a second time, not even bothering to hide or muffle her cries even a little bit.
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Oh, she made fucking beautiful faces when she came. Even before, really, when she was chasing that high. Which is probably why even after the second time she climaxed, he remained firmly planted between her legs. Though one of his hands might have trailed a way for a moment in order to pump his dick, which was almost fucking painful in need, but he ignored it. Pain, whether sexual or non, was typical for him. He knew better than anyone how to handle it.
Driving his tongue into her, alongside his fingers then, he at least needed one more orgasm from her. And then maybe he'd consider taking care of himself. The thought alone made his cock jump.
Maybe.
As he was really enjoying this.
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He seemed terribly determined to make her come over and over... to the point where, if she was more focused on anything outside of the feeling continuously mounting inside of her, she might have thought to question it. Either he felt he had something to prove... or he really, really loved the taste of pussy.
She supposed it didn't matter right now, not with him working so very, very hard to keep her focus on him and nothing else.
"If you're already this-- ah-- impressed at the taste... you'll be amazed at how good it feels to fuck into-- mm, fuck--"
Not that she was about to complain about his eagerness to service her. Was that what he was, then? A service top? She could work with that.
That thought good and shelved, she allowed her head to fall back once more, hips arching up as she sought out the next release, building far more slowly than the last two, but also far more intensely in her gut, intense enough that she knew she wouldn't be disappointed once she made it to the top of that hill. With his mouth and fingers otherwise occupied, she reached down, letting her fingers run over her clit with a sharp gasp. "Ah, fuck!"
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The latter was the correct assumption. Most men only had one good one in them. Maybe two. Anything after that was just for fucking show until a good bit of recharge. But women? They could go on, and on. Why not take advantage of that? Plus, what else did Derek have to do tonight? Go home to an empty house? Nah. She seemed no strings, no emotions, and he wasn't entirely against that. There was still a lot of emotional damage for his past, and he wasn't interested on bringing someone into that mess.
He made sure to continue on until lucky number three cleared, finally pulling away to sit up on his haunches. Looking down at her flushed form, he couldn't help the accomplished smirk that spread across his features. "Had to make sure you were good and warmed up." Didn't want to hurt her or anything.
Moving next to her onto the pillows, he propped himself up a bit and looked over. "You ready for a ride, Princess?"
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Daphne couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up out of her at his words, her grin delightfully wide. "How fucking big are you?!" If he expected her, someone who objectively got a lot of dick, to require three orgasms to take him... "You hiding a tree trunk in those pants of yours, big guy?"
Not that the thought was an unappealing one; far from it.
Moving to sit up beside him, Daphne cocked her head, a wide, self-satisfied smile coming over her features. "I do enjoy riding..."
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Derek shared in her amusement, a half chuckle and eye roll at her reaction to his words. Mostly he was taking the piss, but... Her question wasn't entirely off the mark either.
He motioned towards his pants, a rather large bulge obvious in them. "You want to find out? After you."
Sure. He could have done it himself. But where was the fun in that? She had managed his belt buckle already, might as well finish the job for the prize inside.
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Letting out a soft laugh-- half triumphant, half glee-- Daphne sat up on her haunches and got to work as instructed, more than a little self-satisfied. "Please, of course I do... I've worked hard to earn this cock."
That much was certainly true. Daphne didn't chase her men-- or her women, for that matter; not as a general rule. Derek was an exception, and as far as she was concerned, that was no small honor.
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"That so?" There was amusement in his voice at his response. That seemed to be a recurring theme: amusement. This entire situation was certainly something, and not in Derek's norm in the slightest. He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it, but tended to go with the flow more often than not. Really, that's what landed him here, in her bedroom.
Lifting his hips in order to assist in his jeans being removed, his boxers were next, revealing, well, he'd let her be the judge.
"That good enough for you, princess?"
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The smile that crept over her features was slow but no less certain than she was normally used to, coyness seeming to take over entirely as she looked up at him from under slightly lidded eyes. "I don't get out of bed for anything but the best, big guy. Do I seem like the kind of girl that would settle for disappointment?"
The answer was a rather obvious no, Daphne sitting up slightly as she wrapped her hand around his cock. Big enough to qualify for a girth certificate, that was for certain.
Pulling back, she nodded to the bed. "Come lie down, and I'll get on."
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"Guess it depends on how desperate you get," he responded, raising both his eyebrows. After all, she had been propositioning the masses for a sexual partner. He was absolutely sure some of those individuals who took her up on it may not have been the most satisfying. Then again, maybe they were, but it seemed like a risky move.
Making himself comfortable, Derek's eyes watched her body with rapt attention as she moved closer, his hands moving to her hips when she was close enough and squeezing her flesh. He'd let her take the lead, and have the control. For now.
Would it stay that way? Doubtful.
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"Usually not too desperate. If I got to that point, it would involve me leaving Diagon entirely and breaking my poor, poor Da's heart. You're just a special exception."
She had done left Diagon before... but daddy dearest hadn't found out about that time or any other. Thankfully. Still, Derek didn't need to know about that or her other sexual proclivities. He could imagine most of it, she reckoned.
Happy (for now) to have been given the helm of the ship, Daphne settled herself atop him and slid all the way down his cock, a soft sigh leaving her as she started rocking. Slow, tortuously so, almost. Testing him, maybe.
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"Special exception, huh?" he smirked at that. He supposed he was certainly a step down for her, which he didn't mind being fully aware of. He was a half-blood hitwizard with a shit temper, an even worse record, and got himself beat up just so he had something to do. Or maybe it was to keep his mind off of everything else. Still.
But really, it was not the time to get into that frame of mind. Not that he could continue down the rabbit hole when Daphne's hot, wet heat enveloped his throbbing cock. Fuck, that was nice. Not that he had made a noise or facial expression to let her in on that much. Though it didn't take him long to figure out what she was doing. Even now, she was a fucking tease. Letting his hands slide up her sides and to her breasts, he pinched her nipples, looking up and appreciating the view.
"Anyone ever told you that you're as asshole, Greengrass?"
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"Oh," she whispered, her smile widening as she briefly allowed herself to chew on her lower lip, "all the time."
But she'd teased him-- and herself, for that matter-- for long enough by now, Daphne leaning down to kiss him as her ass met his hips, her movements more than speeding up as she reached down to tease at her clit. Still sensitive, but-- that didn't matter right now, not when she was far more focused on making herself come around him, her body already clenching around his cock for her as she kept moving. With each shift of her body, she'd almost allow his cock to escape her before sliding back down all the way before repeating the motion and speeding up with each and repeat of the action.
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Derek watched. He couldn't exactly help himself. It was just a pretty sight to see such a gorgeous girl riding his cock. Not one he had really had all that recently. Sure, he did well for himself, but it wasn't a very typical thing.
He could feel her body fluttering, unable to stop the puff of air that escaped his lips, his grip tightening on her hips. It was hard to give her all the control, and eventually he lost it, pulling her down onto him with a snapping noise, driving himself all the way into her. He leaned forward, biting her shoulder as he ground his hips up, into her. Her wet cavern tightening around him caused a growl to escape, doing his best to maintain meticulous control.
After all, they still had a long way to go. If she wanted to keep her rhythm, that was fine, but he couldn't stop the way his hips snapped up into hers.
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Oh Merlin. Her yelp turning into a moan, Daphne let out a soft laugh at the feeling of him filling her so completely, fingers tightening in the sheets on either side of his head. The teeth in her shoulder were likewise delicious. If she had been testing him-- and of course she had-- it seemed that he'd more than passed.
And she was more than content to let him take over from here for the most part, the way his body seemed to rock up into hers had made it almost impossible for her to keep up here own movements, after all.
Not that she was complaining. This was, after all, ho and she liked it. Hard and fast and with no time to spare anything else any thought.
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He had to appreciate how vocal she was in her enjoyment. Not that he had any doubt that he could satisfy her, but it was nice to hear the effect one had. And even if she was faking it well, whatever. Derek really doubted that was actually happening though. Instead he continued to pound into her, working up a sweat as he did so, meaning her sheets were probably streaked with blood. But she was the one who said she didn't care.
"Lean back," he whispered to her, waiting until she complied. One hand went to her hip, continuing to grasp it tightly and use it as leverage, the other hand sliding down her stomach to between her legs. She seemed to want some stimulation there and he figured why not help out? Yeah, he could have left her to her own devices but that view.
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There was something thoroughly enjoyable about how carnal the scene atop her bed truly was at the moment; blood, sweat, and arousal-- from both of them, arguably-- all mixed together into something that was... well.
She couldn't deny the appeal of something quite so lewd. Primal, even. And his willingness to make her come yet again came with its own appeal, Daphne grinning as she leaned back as instructed.
"Ah... you know, I wouldn't have pegged you for such a giving lover. Are you trying to make up to me how long you made me wait for your cock?"