HBC + character One Shots!

- Bellatrix | A Stressed Minister (NSFW)

I'm actually in love with the lil' concept I came up with concerning Bella, so let's do this!!

Requested by queenamorist
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"Honey! I'm home!"

Immediately, I put down my tea, the excitement of seeing my wife rising. As fast as my feet could take me, I scooted over to the front door, greeting the curly haired witch with a loving kiss.

"Missing you is the worst feeling ever.."

She dropped her coat and bags soundly on the floor, not caring about leaving them there to embrace me.

"Good thing I make such a strong impression every time we have to unfortunately part."

Her strong hands grab my waist, dragging me impossibly closer, making me feel the material of her suit. Carefully, the buttons on her shirt get loosened, my fingers not struggling even slightly in the process. My lips moved from hers and attached themselves to her neck, a low sigh of relief being released by her.

"Today was so stressful.. the department of Miss-use of muggle artifacts called in an emergency, some bloody bastards had apparently sent in invisibility charms which spread throughout the office.."

I kissed her soft skin, pecking her sensitive spots to help with any amount of tension..

"And here I thought the minister herself would tend to more important matters."

My words got whispered breathily into her ear, the hot air swirling throughout her porcelain shell. I began nibbling softly on her earlobe, her hands clutching onto my waist as her breathing became awfully heavy.

(Also yes, we're making Bellatrix, the 'deranged' witch, the minister herself. I fucking love it. Enjoy)

"D-Did you drop Elijah off at Cissy's? She didn't call me."

I hummed into her ear.

"Yes, and he's ecstatic about spending time with his spoiling aunt. Lord knows he'll come home wearing a bow tie or something similar.."

Carefully, I leaned her towards one of the walls of the hall, knowing how weak her legs got after a bit of sweet talk and neck kisses.

"Although, the way he looks so alike his mother is oddly adorable.."

Elijah, our adorable little son of 5 years, loves his aunt Narcissa and usually wants to spend time with her and her son Draco. They get along so well, and not to mention, give me and my wife our free time.

With the last button of her shirt being loosened, I finally got access to the soft skin of her torso. Her black bra contrasted beautifully against her pale skin, my eyes glued to the top of her cleavage.

"Merlin... your lips are like magic on me.."

I had unmistakably left subtle purple marks over her pulse line, the soft sighs of hers increasing as did her arousal. Of all the times we'd been intimate, I had never felt bored, and I never will. The woman in front of me being the reason of my existence being whole.

"I thought everything about us were magic, my love?"

It was not obvious when first seeing the strong, dark witch, but she was extremely responsive to dominant behavior. Whimpers got out on mere movements, which I absolutely loved.