heedless by romanshome

morning after

[Mature Scenes that will make you angry]

"Goodmorning," a musical voice breathed into her ear.

Athena felt her muscles grow rigid, her back pressed against Scorpius' chest—as he kissed the crook of her neck with an intention. She could feel his hardness press against her bum, which made her release a small sigh, not being in the mood to do anything at the moment. After last night, her core was sore and felt like Scorpius had been a bit too rough with her—an ache that had melted between her thighs.

He lathered smooched across her collar bone, warm hands rubbing against her hip bone. She also was too sad to be aroused due to his carelessness last night. Which was stupid—she knew that—but she was also too scared to deny him. He had just lost his mother a year ago, and he seemed to be happy with Athena when they were intimate, which made her bite her tongue. Letting him roll her over, he climbed on top of her, delving down to attach his lips to hers.

He tasted familiar. But there wasn't a spark. She had felt so guilty with how she viewed his father, as well as ashamed for thinking of him right at this moment. She wondered how he had coped with the loss of Astoria. He had a date at The Three Broomsticks with that woman. Surely he most likely was trying to move on. She shut her eyes as he ran his tongue over hers, hands flying to her breasts to massage them in his palms. She let out a small breath at the feeling, his fingers pinching her buds in between his fingers.

"You make me so fucking hard," he grunted against her lips, grinding his sweat-pants covered erection into hers. She let out a whimper at the action, pressing her lips hotly against his, as he rolled his hips against hers. Growing impatient, he pulled down her panties and his trousers swiftly before pulling away from her mouth, staring down at her. Messily, his blonde hair hung over his eyes, cheeks pink with lust. "Can I?"

She nodded, too tired to mumble a response.

With permission, he pushed inside her, but she wasn't really that wet. He didn't notice. She bit her lip as he thrusted into her gently, most likely tired due to him just waking up, delivering shallow and weak thrusts. She was aware she wasn't going to cum, because the pain outweighed the pleasure. But looking up at his bliss-strained features, she tried to help him by grabbing his shoulders, shifting her hips onto his cock. At that he moaned, staring down at her with hooded eyes.

"Fuck Athena," he moaned with a raspiness, which egged her on, quickening her pace. She wanted to get this over with so she could go back to sleep. She noticed that he bit his lip before he jolted forward, delivering a harsh thrust—which made her yelp. He began picking up his pace by a lot, making his head drop into her neck, hot pants fanning her skin. Eventually, he pulled out before finishing on top of her abdomen, assuming she had finished before.

He didn't even ask her if she finished. He just plopped back down to her side as she blinked groggily at him, brows furrowed. "Can I have a cloth?" Her tone was snarky, with an attitude in her tone.

He didn't take note of it. He grabbed a tissue from his nightstand before handing it to her with a lazy smile. "There you go, babe."

She mumbled thanks as she wiped herself off, then pulled her shorts back up. When she tried to stand up off the bed to throw away the trash, a searing pain struck into her legs—one that made her cry out as she toppled to the ground. The pain was a burning bolt of lightning that started from her core—and then up the muscles of her legs, pass her thighs, and to her lower abdomen. She shook as she mumbled fuck as she heard Scorpius shoot up off the bed, rushing over to her side on the ground.