Deal With The Devil| Victor Rookwood x F! Reader
Pairing: Victor Rookwood x F! Reader
Summary: 4 years after you graduated from Hogwarts, you have an unexpected reunion with a former enemy and make a monumental decision.
Themes: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, slightly public indecency
A/N: I do still struggle with dialogue, both with adding more of it and with making sure it fits the character. I hope that with time, my writing will be a lot better than it is so I could make fanfics that are good both for me and for the readers. I did get inspired by other Rookwood fics but I really hope its not too similar to the point of plagiarism. If it is, I will gladly take it down. (Sorry for the cliché title lol)
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Upon your first meeting with Victor Rookwood, you had been intrigued by him from the moment you saw him. He had a certain charm to him, one that was certainly aided by his sleazy yet fashionable attire. There was something in his voice you liked as well. Maybe it was the way he said things in a playful yet serious tone, making him both intimidating and enthralling. When you had dealt a huge blow to his crew in your fifth year, you were disappointed to see him leave but at the time you were too busy trying to stop Ranrok from getting the last repository and destroying wizardkind to really think about it.
Suffice it to say, you were not prepared nor expecting to meet him 4 years after you had graduated from Hogwarts. You had become an official Keeper and were now working on getting a position at Hogwarts–specifically in the library as it allowed you to learn even more about magic and the world surrounding you. He approached you as you were on your way out of the Three Broomsticks, just as you were saying goodbye to your friends. You were walking away from the pub through one of the side streets when a voice called out to you.
“Y/N was it? What a lovely name for a lovely girl.” You turn towards the source of the voice and find none other than Victor Rookwood. Despite the years, he looked as if he hadn’t aged a day since your first encounter. Meeting him in Hogsmeade was ironic and brought back memories from your first encounter with him. You were younger then and more naive and new to the world of magic, but now, you have changed. You were much stronger now and were not cowed by those who threatened others.
Prowling around you, you feel his eyes pierce your soul. Why is he so interested in me? Is he still after the ancient magic I’m protecting? I sealed it away though…unless he wants to take it back and gain more power than he ever had before?
“What do you want, Rookwood?” You ask sternly, pulling out your wand. Despite your interest in him, for reputation’s sake you had to at least pretend that you outright despised the man–which wasn’t that hard considering all the terrible crimes he’s done.
“Victor,” He replies, glancing your way. “Call me Victor. We’re not strangers now, are we?”
You hesitate for a moment but press on, “Well, Victor?”
“It has come to my attention that we have not been quite as honest with each other as we should have been when we first met.” He gives you a knowing look and continues, “It has been a while, but don’t think I didn’t notice your…longing glances you threw my way all those years ago.”
Flushing and in shock, you try to stutter out a rebuttal but nothing coherent forms.
Chuckling he comments, “No need to worry, your secret is safe with me. I was thinking we could discuss a little transaction that would be for our mutual benefit.”
Approaching you, he took advantage of your frozen state by grabbing your hand and taking your wand away, storing it in one of the wand pockets in his coat. You felt almost naked without it and as you realized what he was doing and tried to get it back, he merely tutted as he put it away, saying, “Come come, that would not be in your best interest dear.”
Without waiting for you to respond, he pulls you into an abandoned alleyway, not too far from the streets but far enough to where no one will see you. Struggling with his pace, you try to keep up when you are suddenly thrown against a wall. You let out a whimper upon impact and do not see him approach you until it is already too late. He surrounds your field of vision entirely, making it impossible to look anywhere else but him. His chest is right in front of you, leaving you free to see his partially unbuttoned shirt and his pale yet slightly sun weathered skin poking out from underneath. It is so deliciously close but Victor springs into action before your thoughts could lead you further astray. With one movement, he pins your arms above your head with one hand, locking you in place and forcing your back to arch and press yourself against him. You struggle to get your arms loose but he doesn’t budge. It is a constant battle between your emotions, torn between wanting him and wanting to escape and pretend nothing had happened. Although both sides struggled equally, one side was quickly winning.
He grabs your waist with his other calloused hand and, giving up on all sense of propriety, you pull one leg out and latch onto him. His body is flushed against yours, with his erect member prodding through his clothing at your entrance. He grinds into you, making you moan. You shut your mouth in an instant, not wanting to be heard. He rocks his hips into yours, yours promptly responding to his touch. Your eyes become lidded with desire and the craving for complete intimacy with him.
Victor grinds slowly but purposely, drawing out your response whether you wanted it or not. He moves his head towards your ear and says seductively, “This is but a mere taste of what I have to offer. The question is, how bad do you want it?”
His voice is that of the devil’s, you can be sure of that. You find yourself increasingly becoming hypnotized by him and the mixing of your long-held desire for him. You knew it was wrong and that he was the enemy, but how could something so bad feel so good? With the way your body was responding, you knew it was already too late to run away. The only thing you could do now is give in and receive the pleasure that he had promised.
He lifts up your skirt with the other hand and lowers it towards your drawers, feeling your throbbing area. You part your legs to give him room, which he takes advantage of by teasing you. He rubs circles on your clit, eliciting a shudder from you. You want him to put his finger, his dick, anything in you at this point. He continues to tease you, running his fingers over your clit. His fingers slightly graze your entrance, sending electricity through your body and making you buck into him, barely suppressing a moan. Victor smirks and you pant heavily, already in the midst of pleasure. At the sudden impact of his finger partially going inside you, you let out a loud moan. He removes his hand from your arms and puts it over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sounds so your time wouldn’t end just yet.
He slides his finger all the way in and moves it around. You want to pull him to you but even though he isn’t restraining you, you don’t have enough strength to do so. Instead, you place your hands on his chest and grip his shirt, keeping him in place and attempting to make yourself a bit more steady. Soon one finger became two and both fingers worked their magic on you, inducing more muffled moans from you. After all of the teasing, you let out a whimper as you unexpectedly cum, feeling it cover Victor’s hand.
As you come to, you can hear more and more people in the surrounding area, leaving the two of you vulnerable and more likely to be noticed. He notices it as well and disengages from you, slowly removing his hand from inside of you and backing off. Taking a handkerchief out from his pocket, he wipes the fluid off and assesses you before speaking.
“How about we go somewhere…quiet to discuss our business?”
Victor grabs you and quickly disapparates with you, taking you Merlin knows where. Once you feel land beneath your feet, you take the opportunity to look around you. On the horizon you could see glittering water and once you looked further down, you could see the beach. The sea is close by and you seem to be on a hilly path leading down towards the beach. He leads you down the path and soon you can see a stone cottage by the seaside.Tannish-grey in hue, you can see that it’s a spacious cottage–and a quite costly one at that.
Once you arrive at the doorstep of the cottage, he opens the door for you and, feeling your heartbeat increase causing it to nearly jump out of your chest, you enter. He closes the door behind you and locks the door, trapping you in there with him. In the middle of nowhere in Scotland. This should frighten you but it doesn’t. Instead, you are greatly excited by it, craving his touch more than you thought you would. Taking your time, you take a look around you as you take in your new surroundings.
Inside, there is a kitchen directly to the left with a long, rectangular table with chairs around it and to the right is the living room with a fireplace and sofa parallel to it with chairs by the sides of the walls. Before you could think about exploring the other areas the cottage had to offer, Victor clears his throat. Clearly taking his time and observing your reaction, he gazes at you with not so hidden desire and with a knowing look. He had never taken anyone to the cottage before. It was his secret hideout and getaway when he wanted peace and quiet away from his men. It was a place where he could escape the more grimy lifestyle he created for himself and live in a more respectable manner that his family name suggested. Although this time, he was there for a not so respectable reason.
Grabbing your arm once more, he leads you up the stairs to his room which is low-lit and decently sized, with a desk with countless papers strewn about and a bed near the center wall of the room. There is a dresser and a few bookshelves lining the room, making it feel cozy and lived-in. While you are trying to burn his room into your memory, he closes the door behind you and approaches. He comes up from behind you and puts his right hand on your shoulder, slowly rubbing it and letting his hand run down your arm.
“Now my dear, there will be no more interruptions. Where were we?”
Flushing, you can feel your vagina pulse in anticipation and begin to quiver. You had already experienced a rush of pleasure in the alleyway but now you are going to experience the pinnacle of it in complete isolation from the world where time would mean nothing. No one would be able to get between you and the mere thought of that excites you further.
“The method of our transaction has not properly been discussed, though there is but one option. Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me and I will show you a world of carnal pleasure. You may refuse, but either way I will have my way with you.”
His words ring in your ears and cause a fire to erupt within your body. Mute and frozen, you can do nothing as he approaches you from the front and grabs at your clothing. He starts to unbutton your shirt and as he gets to your skirt, he drags it off of you slowly, his fingers lingering on the garment as he teases you once more and takes your bloomers down with it. He unlaces your corset, his nimble fingers performing with such ease as if he had done it countless times before. As your corset loosens and falls to the ground, he tosses your shirt off to the side, leaving you in just a chemise. You shiver, both due to the cold and in anticipation for what comes next.
Glancing at the near naked state of you, Victor is hardly able to contain his mounting desire for you. He grabs onto your chemise with force, tearing it off of you and permanently damaging the garment as it is thrown off. You are now fully naked and gasp at the feeling of the cold air hitting your skin. Standing still, you find your senses on fire as you stand on the cusp of having your every wish fulfilled.
“Well? What do you say?” He asks in a near whisper as his eyes do a cursory glance over your body.
Placing his hand underneath your chin and tilting your head towards him, he murmurs,”Let me in.”
Sucking in a breath, you shakily exhale and respond with “Yes.”
He smirks, knowing he’s got you in the palm of his hand and could make you do anything for him. Releasing you from his grip, he watches as you hazily walk towards the bed and get on top of it, the springy mattress bouncing as you do. Laying flat on your back, you shiver and part your legs, eager for the pleasure that was promised. You could feel his eyes taking in the sight of you in the dim lighting, relishing the effect he’s had on you. He quickly undresses himself, unable to resist your expression and visible desire. The bed shifts with his weight as he gets on top of you, the full weight of him pressed against you. His legs rest on either side of you, arms by your head as he gets himself into position. You can feel his penis press against your entrance and find yourself unable to suppress a shudder.
“Please…” You beg, unable to take it any longer. He complies and thrusts fully into you–hard. The sheer force of his thrust sends jolts through your body, causing you to moan loudly. He was not going easy on you but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him, and that’s exactly what he was giving you. Your arms encircle his body and bring him closer to you. Feeling his muscled body lie against yours, you tighten your grip on his back as he growls and thrusts harder and harder into you. Seeing him focused on pounding into you relentlessly, you grab his face and plant a long and lustful kiss onto his lips. It begins in a calm manner, your lips softly mingling with his, but once Victor takes control it becomes more and more intense. You moan into the kiss, arousing him even further.
In response to this, he brings his mouth to your neck and bites down, sucking on it and creating a hickey that you would definitely have to cover afterwards. You yelp, feeling the mixture of both pain and pleasure and bask in it. Your nipples, already hardened, rub against his chest, overstimulating you and sending lighting through your body as he creates multiple hickeys along your neck and shoulder. With your body quaking, you feel a tingling sensation as you reach your orgasm. His eyes flick to yours as he feels your body tremble beneath him.
“Good girl” He lustfully chuckles as you buck your hips into his and release all over him. Your fluids coat him and give him more lubrication, allowing him to thrust easily into you with what should have been a sickening squelch but brought you pleasure instead. Feeling himself about to climax, he speeds up and with one final rough thrust, he spills himself into you. You can feel the mixture of both of your fluids inside you, trailing out on your legs and onto the bed.
The two of you lie breathless and panting next to each other, allowing your bodies to recover from the whirlwind of desire he had put you two through. Turning on your side, you face him with an exhausted grin and nuzzle into him. He turns towards you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, remarking, ”Perhaps I should have bargained with you sooner had I known you would be so pliable”
“I would have given in sooner had I known you felt the same way, Victor”
“Well then, our next business venture shall have to incorporate more…unique methods into our bargain. Something more punishing perchance.”
He looks into your eyes and you see a lingering hunger in his eyes that hasn’t gone away yet. If this was just the beginning, you wonder how much further he could toy with you until you broke completely. It is a thrilling thought, one that you are eagerly waiting to realize when you are under his sway once more. He playfully nips at your ear and you giggle. He kisses you on the neck and wraps an arm around you, allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped comfortably in the arms of your former enemy.
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