Loving Luna | By : LadyMoon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 29654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: I am finding it hard to focus on working on my long chaptered fics so I decided to challenge myself with my own person list of themes in which to base oneshots on. So this entire story will be nothing but one shots focusing on Luna Lovegood. All will be male/female. Yes, there may even be a few threesomes throughout the chapters.
A few things to be aware of:
Each chapter will state who she is being paired with. The name will be in ( ). So the main pairing will be Luna with said male. Also some of these may end up being a two-shot or maybe in a three-shot. If that is the case then the chapters will ALL be titled the same. Example: Luna's Choice Pt.1, Luna's Choice Pt. 2 or so on. If the chapters are connected then they will share the same title.
Warnings will be posted for each chapter as needed. If you have any comments, requests, or complaints please put it in a review. But please review even if it's two words saying good job or you suck. I'll also take prompt suggestions if you have any. I'll also try to post at least once a week.
This was prompt #26. Drugs And Sex
Chapter Title: Loving Luna
Warnings: Oral, Language, Use of Drugs, and Sexual content.
Another round of drinks, this time Luna reached for the bitter liquid. Why the hell not? Hermione and Ginny were already a thousand sheets to the wind. The high pitched snickering was testament to the fact that both females were beyond knackered. It wasn’t like she was the designated apparater for this evening. They decided on floo just for this reason. After all, this outing was for her eighteenth birthday. She might as well enjoy it, she wasn’t getting any younger. There was also no guarantee that she’d survive to see the next one. The war might be over but times were just as dangerous, if not more so. With the Dark Lord gone there were still some escaped Death Eaters. She’d only been attacked once in the last two years, why would they bother with her when people like Harry Potter were around? She was sure she didn’t make that tempting of a target.
What in Merlin’s knickers were they laughing about? Never mind, Luna saw who they were ogling the moment the crowd parted. A rather tall and slender male was standing in the middle of the dance floor looking their way. Most likely he was gazing at the amount of cleavage Ginny was displaying now that the girl was too knackered to keep pulling the flimsy straps up. Another minute or two and the melons were sure to flop out onto the table. It was all fine with her, she wasn’t looking to go home with anyone. The heat in the place was making it hard to do anything besides chug down whatever liquid was being placed in front of her. Her skin was burning up, she couldn’t wait to head home. How much longer would the two force her to act like she was having a wonderful time? There was only so much alcohol and stale air she could handle in one night. Why was Ginny even bothering to giggle and openly stare at another guy? Over a year ago Harry and she had become official. It would figure that the one with the boyfriend would be the one getting the looks. While the single ones like herself would be overlooked.
"He’s coming this way," Ginny watched in awe as the hot guy strolled towards their table. As much as she loved Harry she had to admire the piece of male anatomy. Long raven hair was pulled back in a pony tail reaching the guy’s waist. The crisp brown suit was out of place in the club but fit him perfectly. He brought up the image of a lawyer that was slumming. Every woman in the place seemed to be aware of just how sexy the man was. The features were soft, almost feminine, but the wide shoulders contradicted the look. Beautiful, it was the best way to describe him. She wondered which one he’d ask to dance.
"Oh yay!" Luna sincerely hoped they heard the sarcasm. Who gave a damn? He was just another cute male that was probably looking for something warm to fall into tonight. Those even white teeth gleamed in the flashing light. For some reason when the dark eyes landed on her she wanted to hex him. It wasn’t like her to instantly feel hostile towards another person without just cause but that’s exactly the emotion that filled her as he neared and continued to look at her. Her stomach churned, either from the excess booze or the overwhelming scent of cheap cologne. Perhaps the combination of both, either way she wanted to puke up on the wrinkle-free jacket the moment he stopped in front of their table.
"Good evening, would one of you ladies do me the honor of sharing a dance." Penetrating eyes that were actually a dark blue landed on Luna. Catching the look of disdain they turned towards the bubbly female. "How about you? Care to dance?"
‘Whatever!’ Luna sighed as Ginny practically knocked the table over in her haste to get up. Her best friend obviously had a head full of Wrackspurts for agreeing, that didn’t stop the girl from taking the hand being offered. Not wanting to witness the display, she excused herself with the excuse of going to the restroom. It was getting hotter in the cramped box by the second. Her skin was on fire. Sweat trickled down her throat as she slid from behind the table. Hermione didn’t pay much attention, in order to keep her eyes on the dancing couple. At this rate Luna just knew she was going to become sick. She wanted to go home, but there was no chance of those two wanting to leave the muggle club anytime soon.
The crowd made it impossible to make it to the front door without getting maimed in the tit six times. Once outside in the open air, she felt a little better. There was just way too much arse in that one room. How could anyone enjoy themselves being surrounded to the point of rubbing groins with a complete stranger? The heat in her cheeks rose, along with the fire beginning to rage in her belly. Was she going to hurl? Decision made, she was going home. They could stay and get smashed, she wanted her bed.
The only problem was that this night was it Ginny’s treat so if she went back inside they would whine until she gave in and stayed. Wanting to leave without getting them pissed at her she took the first step towards home. Her father wasn’t expecting her home tonight, she’d been planning on crashing at the Burrow. Knowing she wouldn’t get lectured for coming home at a late hour, she took her time walking. The light mist in the air helped with her raging temperature. It’d been a long time since she’d gotten ill. This was the last time she went out partying with those two.
At the intersection which led to Diagon Alley, she was forced to stop. Vehicles drove down the streets, forcing her to stop. Running a hand through her tangled hair, she wondered what was wrong. If it was the drink then why hadn’t she vomited yet? Instead of the need to puke, her entire lower section was starting to throb. It couldn’t be cramps since she wasn’t due. Her feminine parts were also aching, as if she’d been doing something for hours. However she wasn’t sexually active yet. True, she had dated Neville for six months. That breakup had happened two months ago. The most they had done was snog, no shagging involved. He was incredibly sweet, charming, funny and she found him to be appalling. Every one kept telling her that he was still smitten with her. It was cruel to ignore his feelings, wasn’t it crueler to ignore her own feelings and be untrue? Something had been missing in their relationship, a spark.
She straightened up once more, impatient to get home. Why did she feel like this? No more of those pink drinks for her, ever. The further away from the club she got, the worse she began to feel. Two streets later she was sure she was going to faint. Rubbing her temples, she focused on getting home. Unable to take another step without taking a break, she leaned against the shop. It was closed so there was no one to come out and insist she remove her arse from the door. A light rain was falling, getting under the tarp kept most of it from her flushed skin. For some reason the moisture was irritating her more than relieving the symptoms.
"Ms. Lovegood," Lucius adjusted his footing as the girl lifted her face to see who was speaking. The large blue eyes widened further at finding him standing nearby. In truth he’d been across the street and had spotted her. He’d just left Diagon Alley after having a few drinks with a client. After departing he had decided to take a stroll, to get some fresh air. The last person he expected to see out this late in the evening was the young girl. He recalled her face clearly. Her cheeks were flushed, there was a sheen of sweat on her brow. "Are you unwell?"
"N..." her throat closed up as the large male took a step forward. Uncontrollable heat blazed to life in her veins, so strong it was sheer pain. The scent of honey and wheat reached her nose, making the throbbing ache in her stomach mock the pounding of her blood. She managed to lick her bottom lip, her mouth had suddenly gone dry. It felt like every nerve in her body was on fire, burning as if searching for an outlet. It had to be something she’d eaten or drank at the club. Why else would the junction of her thighs begin to tingle as the heady scent became thicker? It didn’t help when her senses realized that it was coming from Lucius Malfoy. A groan escaped her mouth, before her vision filled with sparkling darkness.
The first thing she noticed when she woke was that she was on something very soft. The next was that the heat was gone. In it’s place was a constant ache, centered in her groin. Buried beneath it was an odd desire. It was so strange she wasn’t sure what it was. Nothing that could be given a name, it was just there urging her to get up. If she’d gotten sick from passing out she couldn’t detect any signs. No fatigue, no nauseous feeling or migraine, which usually occurred with a hangover.
Rolling over she examined the room. Odd, there was no light on in the room. It wasn’t hers because hers wasn’t this large. The moonlight shone into the double windows. The bedspread alone probably cost more than everything she owned. Swinging both feet over the edge, she wondered where she was. Someone had managed to undress her as well. Instead of her damp clothes she was wearing an overly large dress shirt. From the material she had a guess to who the owner was. Had he undressed her? The outfit she’d been wearing hadn’t left her with the option of wearing anything underneath. Not that it had been skin tight but the shirt had been a halter top, plus all white. Any underwear would have been seen beneath the material. With no plans on taking them off until she got home it had been no big deal at the time. Had Lucius Malfoy seen her naked? Or did have a house elf do it? Why didn’t that thought bother her? Instead it caused the ache in her groin to flare in response.
What was she thinking? He probably had a house elf or someone else to change her. The carpet felt thin underneath her feet. She made her way towards the doorway. As if her body had a mind of it’s own, she found herself stepping out into the joined room. No doubt it was his place, it was grand. It was also done in Slytherin green. It wasn’t as grand as Malfoy Manor. She had gotten a good look at it before being escorted into the dungeon. This place was larger than her home but didn’t appear to be the Manor. Had the man dropped her off somewhere? She didn’t think he’d take her home with him. As far as the rumors went the man was still living with his wife.
Stepping out she was positive that she wasn’t in the Manor. It reminded her of Shell Cottage, just classier. At least he hadn’t left her out in the streets. So if he had seen her naked then it was no big deal. Her on the other hand, WOW! A tiny kitchen was to her left, a large couch was in the middle of the living space. Laying on top of the furniture was a sleeping Lucius Malfoy. Had he fallen asleep reading? Nothing covered up the hard strength barely concealed by a pair of white boxers. Being a female she had always appreciated it seeing a guy’s chest. Harry had a decent one, which she often found great delight in admiring. Not once in the last three years of school had she been granted the opportunity to see the younger Malfoy without one. The pale skin was pulled taut over washboard abs, that any girl would love to lick. Every inch was well defined, thick and molded perfectly. She wanted to touch it!
The need was all that mattered, the desire to rake her nails across that flawless flesh. Her mind completely ignored the fact that she was about to take advantage of an older married man while he slept. For some reason she didn’t give a damn that he had a wife or that he might find the attention disturbing. After all, she had been a blood traitor. Who cared if he’d been kind enough to see to her after she’d had the misfortune of passing out on the street? What did matter was that she wanted to run her tongue across those abs and see what it’d be like to nibble on his skin.
Kneeling down beside the couch, she was glad when he remained sleeping peacefully. A satisfied smile played across her mouth as she reached out to touch the outline of a rib. The skin jerked beneath her touch, a spasm racked his frame as the digit trailed to his navel. It was like touching warm steel, exquisite. Luna mentally asked herself why she was enjoying touching him. In all the years she’d known of the man, not once had she thought of him this way. Her mouth practically watered as her eyes landed on the small tan nipples. The buds actually tightened as her finger continued to trail lower. Unable to resist the urge she brought her mouth forward, down until her breath ghosted over the sensitive area. Delight coaxed her into darting her tongue out to flick across the peak. A groan hissed between closed teeth, near the crown of her head.
That felt nice, too good. Lucius took a deep breath at the light touch. Wet heat teased, before closing around a nipple. He almost shot off the couch realizing that it wasn’t a dream. His mind was groggy from sleep, eyes burning from the lack. After leaning over in panic to help Ms. Lovegood, he’d smelt the alcohol on her breath. Assuming she was just drunk from partying too hard, he had brought her here to sleep it off. Taking her to the Manor wasn’t an option. Narcissa and Draco would both be there. The cottage was his own personal refuge.
The girl’s skin had been slightly warm, nothing to worry over. Instead of bothering anyone else he had brought her back to sleep it off. He had changed her then placed her in the bed. For a moment he had contemplated leaving her there. He had done a lot to rebuild his image in the last year. She was a former classmate of his son’s. Leaving her there had left a bad taste in his mouth. He was just glad that she had been unconscious for all of it. A blush befitting a Weasley’s hair had stained his cheeks as he removed the muggle outfit. To his great shock there had been nothing on underneath. Chanting to himself that it wasn’t the first naked female for him to see. Being married for twenty years hadn’t prepared him for his body’s reaction at catching a quick glimpse of the small girl upon his mattress. The breasts had been small but high and firm. There was enough flare in the hips to be womanly, not to mention he was sure he could span her waist with his hands.
Lucius became aware of the tightening of his groin, reality was sinking in fast. A hot mouth was running over his chest, a tongue over the other nipple. His hips jerked in excitement as teeth bore down. Instinct automatically told him that his wife hadn’t paid him a visit in the middle of the night. They had been intimate many times over the years and he was always the aggressor. It was always left to him to do most of the touching. By nature Cissy was a very reserved and cold woman, so their encounters had never been spontaneous. She would also never instigate it, only allow him to have what was his husbandly rights. It didn’t make him care for her any less or give him a reason to complain. He brought his hand down to stop the mouth making him feel things he shouldn’t. Only one other person was currently in his cottage. The wards would keep anyone from invading and his floo would only allow himself to enter. "Ms. Lov..."
Whatever he was about to say jammed in his throat. Lucius was sure he was dreaming, now. Small fingers just found their way to the inside of his left thigh. He was very sensitive it seemed, a tremor ran along his spine as the caress went north. It forwent his growing awareness, to the waistband of the boxers. It had to be an erotic dream, he knew there was no way Lovegood’s daughter would touch him. Plus, he wouldn’t want her to, right? If this was what it felt like then he might have to rethink it. Wait, that wasn’t proper. He was old enough to be her father and he had a wife that he respected deeply. Her father was also not one of his favorite wizards. His cock was already stiff, pressing into the cotton.
Luna wasn’t sure if he was awake or still sleeping. Curiosity and the overwhelming need drove her to reach over to trail her fingertips down the rising material. Never having seen one in person, she still knew that it was his erection growing underneath. Was that all him or was it just how the boxers were positioned? The ache in her groin had long caused the knowing wetness to pool between her thighs. A hand went onto her crown as she began to lick and nibble a path down the flat stomach. He had to be asleep or he would have demanded that she stop by now. Her breath caught as she got up the courage to wrap her fingers around the bulging girth.
It wasn’t a dream. Lucius felt like jumping out of his skin as the hand began to caress him through the boxers. Why couldn’t he speak? Shouldn’t he stop her? Why the hell was she doing it? Didn’t she realize who she was touching? It was so wrong, what was keeping him from demanding that it end? He didn’t want her to stop, what he wanted wasn’t feasible. He couldn’t remember the last time an attractive female had touched him. He’d been raised to remain faithful to his wife, even if it meant going without. A strange urge crept into his soul, so unlike him it was frightening. The biting was almost painful as she made a trail down to where his cock had crept out. It wasn’t in him to be rough or demanding. Was it the way she was tasting him? He wanted to get a firm grip on her hair and force every inch deep in her throat. The journey was leading towards it happening and he moaned despite wishing to remain quiet. The second the hand slid the material down, freeing all of him, he was lost. Until then his hold upon her hair was tender. She didn’t voice a complaint as he entwined his fingers in the thick mass of blonde hair.
Fear coiled in her gut as she got a clear look at what made him male. In the few stories she’d heard from Ginny and Hermione, they had described sizes with the use of their hands. The hand motions she recalled couldn’t compete with what she was gazing upon. She’d gauge it between ten and eleven inches. What was impressive was the width. She brought her lips to place a kiss on the tip. A clear liquid was seeping from the slit, it was salty but not unpleasant. Being her first time she wasn’t sure what to do.
He was in hell, she was teasing him. Lust coiled in his veins. Desire so strong he was scared to even move. Cissy had always allowed him to do as he wished, whatever he asked in order to please. Why was it that this little girl, barely legal, was making him so aroused? He was so hard it hurt, the inexperienced touch was getting to him. His tongue shot out to wet his parched lips. So far she was only kissing and focusing on the tip. Growing impatient he brought his free hand down to grasp his erection. That got her attention and the kissing stopped. Having none of that, he brought the head up towards the awaiting mouth, applying pressure to her scalp. "Suck it!"
The demand was so un-Malfoy like she practically soaked her thighs. His voice was gruff, harsh, nothing like the smooth tone she’d heard on many occasions. Her mind screamed that she should remind him that he couldn’t tell her what to do was drowned out by unexplainable desire to obey. Without fail she allowed him to buck his hips and shove several inches into her mouth. At the back of her throat she almost gagged as it went too far. He instantly withdrew, relieving the urge for a second before he was sliding back in. Luna ran her tongue along the thick vein, liking the panting sounds he was making.
That felt really good. Her hand had taken the place of his, keeping his length steady so he could fuck her mouth. As nice as it was, he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. It was something he normally enjoyed, yet he wanted to make her ride him until he came. Seeing as she seemed content to lick his cock for now, he released her hair. The shirt he’d slipped on her earlier had risen as she leaned over. He delighted in seeing the sweet swell of her arse almost poking out of the garment. Trailing fingers down her back, the material was yanked up. Her rear was small, creamy and round, to where it dipped to join her thighs. To make sure she didn’t stop, he simply swapped to his other hand to keep her head bobbing along his shaft. The other found what it was seeking, cupping the smooth mound.
Luna almost bit down as the fingers squeezed her arse. It wasn’t gentle or soft, it was clearly an aggressive gesture. Her heart jumped in her chest as the finger slid down the crack to find where she ached the most. Instead of being embarrassed at him finding her soaked with need, her back arched hoping for better contact. She wasn’t disappointed, she moaned into the thick rod when the folds were penetrated. The finger slid in easy, going deep without pausing. It felt so good she shivered and felt her muscles tighten. Wanting him to continue, she slid her knees further apart.
He almost came noticing the pale thighs parting eagerly. The girl cried out as he rapidly thrust the finger inside the sloppy passage. She was so wet and eager, he got the desired reaction as he placed a second to assist. Luna finally reacted to the penetration differently, wincing as he stretched. Her mouth released his cock in order for her to stammer her confusion and awe. Without giving her time to adjust, he bent the knuckles and massaged the slick passage. It was so fascinating to watch as she turned to look at him with glazed over eyes. He had no doubt that she was fully aware of what was taking place and who it was happening with.
Just as she felt overwhelming need build to point of being unbearable the fingers were removed. The large hand grabbed her on the upper arms. She squeaked at being pulled forward and up. Luna found herself straddling the trim waist. He gave her only a few precious seconds to recognize the position she was in. Fear settled in, the demanding fingers had a hold of the nape of her neck. She didn’t dare move as he leaned up enough to reach behind her arse. The tip was brought to touch the crack. With barely any strength he indicated that she should lean forward. Doing so placed it right at the slick opening. Knowing of the reasons why it shouldn’t happen didn’t stop her from fighting to break free of the tight grip. Or him from lifting his hips, pressing the bulbous tip between the pink folds.
The girl whimpered and squirmed as he pulled her down while he thrust up to meet her. Knowledge and understanding that it had to be the first time didn’t matter, not when his blood was screaming that he pleasure them both. She wasn’t a timid or weak female, he’d always admired that about her. Despite her lack of power, she had spirit. She displayed it now, she didn’t scream or demand he stop, not even as he used brute strength to impale her deep. Lucius wasn’t under no misconception that he was average. His anatomy was endowed in many ways, his cock was no exception. Luna became aware of just how endowed as he slid out only to return. Without meaning to his balls tightened and his control snapped. He shivered on the third entry, the orgasm unstoppable.
She was sure he was killing her. How could something hurt and feel soooo good at the same time? It was amazing, how stuffed she felt. She bucked her hips, the pulsing sensation beat along her walls. If the way he was moaning said anything, he was coming. Disappointment filled her at the thought it was over. It lasted for half a minute, until she noticed that every inch was still buried and extremely hard. The fingers on her neck, yanked forward, getting her to lean and him to lay back down. Unsure if he wanted to keep going, she decided to do it on her own.
It wasn’t enough, not by far. Every nerve in his body was alive. Lucius cried out as she began to rock above him. As if she’d done it many times before the lithe body began a timely motion, stimulating his cock. It never took long for him to be ready to continue. At most he’d need a few minutes to regain his composure. Instead of deflating he was remaining stiff, filled with need. It was being met, yet it wasn’t. His hands trailed down to grasp the narrow waist, wanting more. The sensation, the friction was exactly what his body was craving. The problem was it was wanting it so bad, he didn’t think he’d want to quit any time soon. So tight and hot, he savored the way the tiny form bounced bringing him deeper. He could find only one thing amiss. "Off."
Luna opened her eyes at the single word. She’d been so into it, the noise cut through like a knife. The hands left her waist to find the first button of the shirt. The popping sound echoed in the room. Without assistance, her arms were pulled and the ruined shirt was tossed to the floor. That was done, an arm wrapped around her waist. The couch creaked as their positions were reversed. He was setting her on her back, withdrawing in order to do so. Blue eyes narrowed in on the hovering mouth so close.
The kiss had him pausing. It began as nothing more than the merest brush of lips. His tongue dipped inside, tasting the inner recesses. The sex so far was amazing, it didn’t compare to the feeling the kiss evoked. Fingers were going into his hair, pulling his face down. Lucius swore his toes curled when she tried to take over. Something inside wasn’t having any of that. To show who was in control, his cock impaled her the same time he used his tongue to press hers back.
"Uhhh...ahhhhahh..." it was too much. The kiss was broken, she couldn’t handle it. Luna threw her head back and didn’t care if she was being loud. The hips were setting a steady pace, impaling her constantly. It didn’t help when he pulled her down further so he could settle firmly between her parted thighs. Bringing her knees up was a mistake, it went so deep she was sure he was hitting her organs. It left her to stare up into the chiseled chest that was breathing just as erratic as her own. Her nails found the hot skin on both sides, caressing the flexing muscles until they dug in. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to hold on for dear life or to cause him pain. Her walls quivered with the next few thrusts. The orgasm came hard and fast, clenching the talented girth.
If he hadn’t just gotten off he was sure he’d be doing so now. The way she tightened around him, becoming so tight it was painful was excruciating pleasure. The very sound of her voice whimpering as if at a loss for words, was making his chest and gut tighten in an unknown sensation. Joy, excitement, eagerness, all surrounded a sense of possessiveness. She was begging him to stop, saying she couldn’t take it. The orgasm had her twisting, writhing beneath him. It didn’t phase him as she screamed into his chest or as the sharp imprint of teeth sank into his skin. The bite might have upset him on a normal day, it didn’t as she latched onto the area just above where his heart would be. The pain did nothing but make him want to fuck her into the floor. Reaching down he got a hold of the knee trying to close, in an attempt to halt the process. A few more rapid thrusts and the juices seeped out to coat the base of his cock, even his balls were getting a taste as the orgasm began anew.
Luna closed her eyes ignoring the strange feeling in her jaw. No doubt it hurt from biting down on such a hard surface. Nothing compared to the way he had her core feeling. Her pussy was in sensory overload. Just as that orgasm ended he was forcing another to make her vision blur. The coppery scent of blood filled the air, she reveled in the fact that she was leaving a mark. Instead of getting pissed about the treatment, it seemed to turn him on more. The sound of him slamming into her echoed around them. The treatment wasn’t nice or romantic but had her center rejoicing and her screaming.
She woke up to the sound of nothing. The first thing she noticed was the empty silence that echoed around her. She could even hear the distinct sound of her toenails brushing across the material of whatever she was sleeping upon. Something smooth caressed her skin, making her cuddle into the soft surface of her bed. Jumbled memories and thoughts came rushing back as she rolled over to sit up on the bed. The recollection of having a very sweaty and panting Lucius Malfoy carrying her to the bed made her blush. Had she really done all that?
There was no sounds coming from the adjourning rooms. The spot next to her was already cold. The man had lain down next to her at some point. From the lack of heat beneath her hand the wizard couldn’t have recently left. How long had she slept? What must he think? Without waiting to find out, Luna quicky searched for her discarded clothes that now resting on a chair next to the door. Seems he wanted to make sure she could get dressed before departing. Taking the hint she dressed herself in a matter of moments. There was no way she was going to hang around to hear what the man had to say about her behavior. How could she have seduced a married man? One thing she knew; this was all her fault. If she was lucky she’d never have to face the man again and time would force her to forget the night she spent in the arms of Lucius Malfoy.
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