Slice of Life
fem!reader x Barty Crouch Jr
Kinktober day 2
MDNI
synopsis: After Barty's favourite dagger slips out of his hand he realises a few things.
Warnings: Knife play, munch Barty, marking, blood, stab wound.
1,387 words
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Barty Crouch Jr had always had a weirdly overbearing obsession with sharp pointy objects. His close knit group of friends knew that he always had at least one knife or dagger on him at all times- 'just in case.'
His hands were often littered with shallow cuts from whenever he would accidentally grab the item blindly, his hand wrapping around it blade side first.
His wonderful girlfriend, who he treasured even more than the blades, would always carry a small makeup bag filled with spare plasters, ointment and bandages. She knew her boyfriend the back of her own hand, the girl would always be the first person Barty would go to if the blade cut too deep.
Y/n was sitting on the edge of her bed, potions books covered her green sheets as she focused her mind on writing the essay Slughorn had assigned the class.
Though, being in a relationship with Barty crouch Jr never left a dull moment in her life, a quiet moment to just focus on her homework didn't come around often, so she made sure to use this time to her advantage.
Her quill left the parchment at the sudden pain that bloomed in her arm, her bicep throbbing as she turned to inspect the offending cause.
A lump formed in her throat.
Roses and tulips stared back a her, both intricately intertwined. A design she would would never forget, the design that stood out to her in the window of a weapons shop in the shadowed corner of Knockturn ally. She followed the flowers down their twirling stems, the sharp curved tips of them currently buried in her arm.
Her lips pursed, eyes wide as she looked in the direction of her open door. He was rigid as his eyes copied hers in widening, his lips parting as if to say something but nothing followed.
As if what had just happened finally sunk into his thick skull Barty jumped into action, he ran into y/n's room word vomit falling from his lips as he surveyed the damage.
"Shit, Tres, I'm so sorry it just slipped out of my hand." He apologised, his hands waving over the dagger sticking out of his girlfriends bicep.
Y/n looked at him like he had two heads, her expression firm as she replied. "It slipped out of your hand?"
The boy nodded slowly, his eyes squinting like he was trying to persuade the both of them that was what truly happened.
"Right." He cautiously agreed.
She nodded along, lips pressed in a thin line, eyes to the celling. "It slipped out of your hand." Her eyes narrowed as she turned to look at him once more, gritting out the rest of her sentence "-and instead of falling to the ground, flew five feet into my arm?"
Barty had the wonderful idea to at least look slightly sheepish "You normally have your door closed."
Y/s's arm shot up with an accusatory finger pointed straight at him, a bad idea as lightning filled the appendage, splats of blood staining the book under it.
"I knew it! You told me it wasn't you that was leaving fucking holes in my door, you bastard." She accused through the pain.
"I know, I know." He rambled, an entertained smirk taking over his face as he helped her lower her injured arm. "I couldn't help myself."
The girl blew out a breath of amusement as she pointed toward the dagger still lodged in her arm with her good hand. "Now, help me get this thing out of my bloody arm."
Her face scrunched in pain as she urged him to pull it out in one go after he had tied his belt under the incision. They managed to get it out without much mess.
Barty came back after retrieving the medical supplies from her school bag, though, as he patched her up he found himself fascinated with the wound.
The way she had been more angry about her door than the blade in her arm awoke something in him and clearly Y/n caught on as she raised her palm to his cheek, holding it as she look him in the eyes.
"You good, bat?" She questioned quietly.
He surged forward capturing her lips with his own, he tasted of cigarettes and chaos- y/s favourite flavour. The kiss was passionate, all teeth and tongue, a battle for the title of best lover.
"Who would of thought a little blade wound would get you so worked up." She teased, voice carrying a sarcastic lilt as her hands tangled in his dark mop of hair, green stands mingling with the darkness like stars in the night sky.
Barty's hands roamed her waist, finding home under her blouse. "Who would have though you could take a blade to the arm like a brave girl." He smites back between raw lips.
He leaned her back against the sprawled out books, towering over her as his mouth tasted the delicacies of her skin. Her war wound drying as quick as her underwear grew wetter.
Their hands fought to rid the other of their clothes, buttons from Y/s's blood splattered blouse rolled along the creaky floorboards as she forces his trousers down to be discarded with her skirt.
The two were moving as fast as they could, wanting to be as close as possible and with the added risk of a dagger in the mix just made things ten times more glorious in their tangled souls of mischef.
When he finally rid her of her bra he got to work marking her plush breasts with his sinful lips, marking over fading hickeys as he took her right nipple into his mouth.
Y/s's hand trailed from his hair down his back, nails dragging against his skin. As she reached the waistband of his boxers her fingertips found what they had been searching for, A sleek black handle with silver engravements.
Cool metal against the side of his neck stopped his movements, Barty's eyes caught Y/n's as he watched her carefully. "I didn't tell you to stop, Bat." Her voice sultry as the blades edge dug into his flesh, enough to cause an indent but no blood.
The groan that erupted from the boy was one of pure pleasure, he moved his head lower down her torso when she released the pressure on his neck. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as he dotted butterfly kisses across her pubic bone, so close to the place she needed him most, but still so far.
During her moment of weakness, Barty snatched the dagger from her limp grasp, placing it at the base of her throat. "We can all play dirty, Treasure." His voice was low with arousal as he dove into the heat between her legs.
His tongue lapped at her folds, slick running from the tip of his nose to his chin. He lowered his hand, dragging the tip of the dagger across the sensitive flesh of her tits leaving shallow slashes in his wake.
His eyes never left her face as he watched her squirm, she grew closer to her first orgasm of the night with every drag of the blade across her flesh and every lap of his skilled tongue.
Y/n felt her hip bone sting as the knife reached it, she felt as he pushed it a little harder, just enough to carve a chunk of her skin, though she couldn't focus on it clearly as he slid a finger into her pulsing hole.
The sting lingered in the same spot longer than anywhere else, with bleary eyes she lifted her head to gaze sluggishly at the blade.
A bloodied bat outline staired back at her, the initials B.C signed the inside of the piece. She felt herself reach her peak as she caught his eyes.
"Barty, Shit, shit ,shit." She gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby." Her words were fast and jumbled.
"Cum for me, Y/n." Barty's muffled words vibrated her wet cunt. The feeling of her pussy sucking his tongue in and the quiver in her legs told him she did just that.
As she came down from her high, she watched Barty inspect his work with a smug grin.
"My Turn." He announced.
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