Slughorn stood at the head of a table, goblet raised to the students seated before him, a distinctive crystal hourglass sat in the centre of the table. 'To Hogwarts' best and brightest! Here, here!'
Everyone shared their toast in something far from perfection unison. From across the table Neville stares hopelessly at the vast array of forks, knives and spoons placed beside his plate.
'Which one do I use for the soup?' Neville asks awkwardly, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked around the table. His adam's apple visibly pulsated, and earned a few grins from around the table.
I looked at Draco whom sat besides me, silently amused.
However someone else from across the table had a bit of a staring problem. When I looked up, I caught Graham Montague's gaze. His lips quirked into a smirk and flashed me a tiny wink.
Fortunately for me, Draco had also seen this. While I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, Draco placed his hand on my thigh and pulled my seat a little closer to his own. He looked over at Graham with ice in his eyes, and needless to say the two lads had a silent stare down from across the table.
Graham was an attractive lad, yes, however he had a very strange vibe around him. At first I didn't understand what Draco meant after our day in the Three Broomsticks, but the more I've seen of Montague, the more it started to make sense.
Fred and George had shoved him in a Vanishing Cabinet earlier this year, and that was about the most I knew of him.
'He never managed to get all the words out, due to the fact that we forced him head-first into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor.' Fred had laughed.
'But you'll get into terrible trouble!' Hermione scowled from besides Y/N, obviously paranoid.
'Not until Montague reappears, and that could take weeks, I dunno where we sent him.' Fred said with a shrug, and Y/N had to fight back a laugh at the cheeky smirk that lingered on her ginger friends face.
I tried to not laugh at the memory, and played with the scoops of ice cream in my glass. Avoiding Montague would be the best decision to make— especially if I wanted to avoid Draco from beating the shit out of another boy.
Time had passed and the dinner was quite boring, and soon Professor Slughorn had dessert dished out which was nearly twice as bad. The constant clanking of spoons clashing against glass echos throughout the room, students all around the table digging into ice cream. However, me? Not so much.
I carelessly shove around the scoops of ice cream with my spoon, glaring at Blaise from across the table. He had kept looking at me the whole time, and I tried to avoid his gaze— pretending I didn't notice. But when I finally met it, he didn't look away.
He coldly stared back at me with dark eyes, and his fists were questionably tight around his spoon.
Personally, I think Slughorn is a fucking idiot for inviting Blaise Zabini here tonight.
A cold hand suddenly rested itself upon my thigh, giving me a small reassuring squeeze. The cold touch was enough to tear my gaze away from Blaise, and I looked up at Draco whom was smiling softly at me. He leaned in a little bit, whispering quietly in my ear— 'I can tell that your tense, my love. Just ignore him, pretend he's not here.'
Draco knew I was very suspicious of Blaise, and the thought of him cursing another girl in our school unsettled me greatly. I nod slowly in agreement, and tried my best to look everywhere but at Blaise.
But it was so hard when I could feel his gaze burning into me from across the room.
'So tell me, Cormac. Do you see anything of your Uncle Tiberius these days?' Slughorn asks curiously, starting conversation with the seventh year Gryffindor boy sat besides him.
He had been eyeing Hermione most of the time, and it was quite clear to see how uncomfortable she was. I suppose she was in the same boat as me.
'Yes, sir. In fact I'm meant to get hunting with him and the Minister of Magic over the holidays.' Cormac said, a proud grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Draco rolled his eyes at the Gryffindors boasts, and just slipped a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth while leaning further back into his chair.
'Oh, well— be sure to give them both my best!' Slughorn beamed before turning to Marcus. 'And what about your uncle, Belby? For those of you who don't know, Marcus's uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion. Is he working on anything new?'
As he spoke, Marcus never once looked up from his glass bowl. He dug endlessly into his ice cream, and started to speak through mouthfuls of it. 'I don't know. Him and dad don't get on— prolly cause my dad says potions are rubbish. His only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day.'
I was sure Marcus must've shoved at least five more scoops of ice cream into his gob during each one of those sentences.
'And what about you, Miss. Granger. What exactly does your family do in the Muggle world?'
'My parents are dentists.' Hermione beams, smiling innocently as everyone else turned to look at her in silence. No one had a clue what she was talking about.
Draco's face churned in slight disgust at the mention of muggles. I suppose there was still some aspects to his personality that he needed to work on...
'They tend to people's teeth.' Hermione awkwardly explains, her smile starting to falter a little bit.
'Fascinating!' Slughorn breaks the silence, looking quite intrigued. 'And is that considered a dangerous profession?'
'No. Although, one boy Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once. He needed ten stitches.' Hermione began laughing to herself— but she soon trailed off when everyone else remained bitterly silent.
While Slughorn nodded curtly, the door creaked, everyone turning in their seats to look at the girl that walked in. Ginny appeared with red and puffy eyes, trembling lips, and a sore stuffy nose. She's been crying.
'Ah, Miss Weasley! Come in, come in.' Slughorn greets politely, beckoning her forward with the wave of his hand.
'Look at her eyes. They've been fighting again. Her and Dean.' Hermione whispers to quietly to Harry, something I managed to overhear.
'Sorry, I'm not usually late.' Ginny apologises softly, and the closer she came towards the table, Harry stood from his seat, staring right at Ginny. The whole atmosphere turned extremely awkward, and Harry quickly sat back down.
Hermione grinned at Harry, trying to hide her amusement at her best friends plain idiocy.
'What?' Harry asks in a quiet whisper, catching onto the judgmental stare the three of us gave him.
'Nothing.' Hermione whispers back, although her grin said otherwise.
'No matter, you're just in time for dessert— that is if Belby has left you any.' Slughorn chortles, and everyone was uncomfortably silent as the Professor began to wheeze at his own joke. I tried to hide the urge to cringe by forcing a small smile as Slughorn looked around at us all, seeing as if I didn't laugh— I might just cry.
Finally the dinner came to an end, and I couldn't be more delighted. Draco held my hand tightly as we walked out of the door, both of us receiving friendly dismissive nods from Professor Slughorn. 'Goodbye! Bye-bye!' The Professor waved goodbye to everyone walking out of the door, and I finally let out a long breath I seemed to have been holding in.
Draco made sure to press a quick yet hard kiss against my lips when Graham Montague came walking out, and it was enough for the older Slytherin boy to stalk down the corridor without looking back at us.
More people came pouring out into the corridor as they exited Slughorn's room, and a few others had been waiting outside for their friends that had attended the dinner. However it was the voice of one specific girl that caught my attention.
'Is Blaise here?' A familiar Slytherin girl asked all of the people exiting the room, desperate for answers as they all just push past her in silence. Pansys eyes were dark, and almost just as mysterious as Blaise's
I hadn't spoken to her since the night we had an argument in the Slytherin common room, and something inside of me wanted to talk to her. We had been friends for so long, it didn't feel worth it to throw away a valuable friendship over something petty.
'Pansy!' I call, trying to rush over to her before Draco's grip on my hand tightens, not allowing me to budge. However he was too late— she had already heard my call.
Pansy whipped around and her eyes fell dark when she looked at me, her face twisting into one of a scowl— 'What did I tell you, L/N? It's Parkinson to you.'
Draco took a protective step in front of me, looking down at Pansy as if she was grime to his eyes. His lips curled into a sneer and his voice wavered with anger, 'Don't you dare talk to my girlfriend like that, you utterly pathetic waste of fucking space—,'
'That's enough, Malfoy.' Blaise stepped out from the shadows, cutting him off before the blond could continue to yell any further. He stood in front of Malfoy with cold eyes, and his gaze flickered to me for only a moment before turning on his heels. Without a word to Pansy, he headed in the direction opposite of the Slytherin common room.
We were all surprised to say the least.
'Blaise— Blaise wait!' Pansy calls after him, her voice almost a whine as she quickly hurried after him.
'Not now, Pansy!' Blaise snaps, peering over his shoulder at the helpless Slytherin girl, her whole face looking shattered at his words. 'I'm busy! How many times do I have to tell you?'
Pansy turned away, huffing as she wiped her teary eyes. She came storming down the hallway, but as she passed me, she came to a sharp halt. 'I hope you know this all of your fault.'
'How is this my fault?' I retort, completely dumbfounded. 'What does any of this have to do with me?'
'Maybe if you weren't so blind, L/N, you would've notice that I'm nothing more than a minor distraction to Blaise— I'm just his second option.' Pansy spat, her voice reeking with bitterness. 'Want to know why? Because you didn't love him! He won't love me like he loved you!'
'But Blaise never loved me—...' I tried to say, every part of me full of disbelief.
'Yes he did!' Pansy spat angrily, 'You were just too blind to see it because you were too busy playing with your pretty little blond barbie doll over there!'
'Parkinson, if you don't shut the fuck up I swear to god—...' Draco started to yell, blatantly fuming. His hand unconsciously tightened around my own, and accidentally started to crush it until a small whimper of pain escaped my lips.
By that point Pansy had already stormed down the hallway, and Draco grabbed ahold of me before I could run after her. 'Oh my god, I'm so sorry—,' he panics, quickly checking my sore hand he accidentally clenched his fist around, 'Are you okay? Are you hurt? I didn't mean to— I'm so sorry—...'
'Draco, it's okay. It was just an accident.' I insist softly, trying to calm him down. His eyes remained wide with agonising worry, and he began to gently kiss over each one of my fingers. 'Calm down, my love. Its okay... I'm okay...'
While Draco continued to gently cradle my hand in his much larger palms, my mind wasn't allowing itself to focus on any of the physical affection being provided. Instead it focused on the emotional pain as Pansys figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, leaving me with a heavy heart.
Draco finally noticed after a few seconds, and whispered softly in my ear. 'Ignore her, darling. She doesn't know what she's talking about.'
'Yeah, she's made that pretty clear.' I mutter quietly, turning my head to look up at him with a defeated gaze. 'Draco, how am I ever supposed to fix our friendship? She's under the impression that all of this is my fault. That I've had an effect on Blaise— I just can't even begin to wrap my head around it.'
'She'll come around eventually, darling. She's just jealous of you, that's all.' Draco insists, pressing a small reassuring kiss against my forehead.
'Why would she be jealous of me?' I ask softly, more confused than ever.
'You're perfect, that's why.' Draco smiles lovingly, caressing my cheek with his thumb— and despite how warm his affection made me feel on the inside, it didn't water down the intensity of the situation.
'Draco, seriously—not the time.' I mutter quietly, diverting my gaze away from his own. I knew I wouldn't be able to push him away if I looked him in his eyes.
'What? It's true.' Draco coos, 'You are perfect, you're everything she's not.'
I try to look down, but Draco grabbed my chin with his hand, forcing me to look up into his eyes. 'Don't look so down in the dumps, darling. You know I hate seeing you sad.' He frowns a little, 'Don't let pug-face Parkinson influence your thoughts, she's just insecure.'
'Yeah...'
'Promise me you won't let her?' Draco double checks, raising one his sharp eyebrows at me.
'Yeah.' I nod curtly, unconsciously placing one of my hands on his chest.
Draco grins, satisfied by this. 'Come on then. Let me see that smile, my love.'
An uncharacteristically flustered blush washed over my face, and I immediately shook my head. 'Draco—,' I whine quietly, 'Don't—...'
Draco smirks, playfully brushing the tip of his nose against mine. 'Ah— got you. Gets so nice and shy so easily, and I still love it every time.'
Draco just listened to my small inaudible whines, his smirk widening when he thought of a certain idea. 'You deserve a better night than this, darling. How about we get back to our room and get all cosied up, yeah? And if you let me I might just give you the best night of your life.'
'That would be nice...' I agree softly, gasping when Draco suddenly pulled me into him, our lips meeting in one passionate kiss.
~
We had made it back to the comfort of our room without getting entangled like a pair of animals, and changed into our pyjamas before snuggling under the cosy blankets together. That's when it became really hard to not touch each other.
When my hand pawed at his bare chest, Draco just laid on his side facing me, admiring my face. 'What's that, beautiful?' Draco whispers, trying to not grin at my constant need to touch him. 'You wanna touch me?' He hummed, watching my whole face heat up.
'You promised me a nice night...' I murmur softly, looking between his lustful eyes and incredibly plump lips.
'I didn't specify how I would do that.' Draco teased, pulling me closer into him. 'For all you know I could've meant cuddling up to you until we fall asleep.'
'Did you?'
'No. Of course not.' Draco laughs softly, 'I'm Draco Malfoy, no part of me is simple enough for that.' he smirked, grabbing me by the back of my neck before pulling me into him, giving me a soft kiss on my lips. When I moaned quietly into the kiss, he kissed me slowly with precise passion, making sure to make this as pleasurable as possible.
Draco kissed all down my neck, slowly and sensually while listening to my deep breaths become increasingly heavier with every touch he left against my skin. I felt lovesick, and gently grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of his head. 'All those other boys... they can look at you and longe for you all they want... but at the end of the day it's always going to be me making love to my pretty girl behind closed doors.'
I moan softly inside of the crook of his neck, breathing heavily when he slid his hand under my bed shirt, cupping my breast firmly into his hand. 'I'm always going to be the one knocking you up...'
He brushed his hand through my hair while kissing his way back up to my face, and it didn't take long for me to start squirming. My heart was racing wild at the sound of all of his sweet whispers he said after every kiss, and a strong urge to be the one to kiss him overcame me.
'Draco...'
'Yes, beautiful?' Draco hums, pressing feathery kisses all over my face all while brushing my hair back.
'Can I kiss you...?'
Draco pulled back for a moment, and stared down at me with a twinkle in his gorgeous blue eyes. 'Are you being fucking serious? Of course you can, c'mere.'
Just like that, Draco opened his mouth a little before connecting it to mine, both of us sighing in relief into the kiss. His mouth was warm and always had a reminiscence of peppermint within it, and always managed to pleasure me with his kisses alone. He sensually slid his tongue inside my mouth, and he used it to essentially fuck my mouth, all while remaining very, very slow. He took his time and savoured every moment we were pressed together, the sound of our erotic kissing filling the room.
'Let me feel you, baby...' Draco whispers against my mouth, trying to contain himself despite the ache from the butterflies he had, especially when I whispered quietly against him.
'Okay, daddy...' I whisper softly, the nickname always driving Draco insane. It sounded just as good to him as it had the first time, and he attached his warm lips with mine one last time before slowly pushing me down onto my back.
My heart was racing when he rolled over on top of me, both of his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of my head, lowering his hips towards my own. He slowly pushed his crotch against mine, and I whimpered louder than he expected when his clothed erection pressed right against my clit. I took in a deep breath, sighing deeply when he started to place very hot, wet kisses all over my neck.
He pulled the shirt off my head and pulled me against him so my breasts were pressed right against his chest, stimulating my sensitive nipples as they grazed across his firm masculine structure.
'Mmh...' I whimper softly as he moved his tongue sensually over my sweet spot, wrapping my legs around his waist to press him further against me when he suddenly began to suck on the skin. A breathy moan escapes my lips, holding the back of his head against the inside of my neck as he left his mark.
My whole body ached with butterflies, especially when Draco pulled back to admire his hard work, panting lightly. He couldn't resist any longer.
He gently grabbed my face in his hand, his eyes carefully scanning every inch of my face. He admired every freckle, every twinkle in my eyes, every flaw that he thought looked like perfection, and every time the corner of my lips curved into a shy smile. He was so in love, he didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He fell, and he fell hard. He couldn't wait to have more.
'I want you to marry me.' Draco whispers breathlessly, cupping either side of my face in his large hands, leaving me no choice but to look up at him as we both breathed heavily into each other's mouths. 'When we leave this school, marry me.'
Then he kissed me again, panting against my lips. 'Please, Y/N— fuck— I need you.'
I kissed him back with an equal amount of desperation, sliding my tongue sensually over his own. 'I will...' I whisper softly in between kisses, 'I promise I'll marry you, Draco.'
Draco smirked to the point he thought the corner of his lips might tear, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. He had avoided having sex when the pregnancy scare was still fresh in my mind, however there was nothing more he wanted now.
Draco slid his hand up and down my thigh that was wrapped around his body, and he moaned softly while he continued to kiss me on the mouth, lips parted to allow his tongue to force itself deeper inside. 'So... fucking...pretty...' he pants, my fingers tangled in his beautiful platinum blond hair.
He was just so fucking perfect.
He ignored my tiny needy whines, and slowly slid his hand down my body. He slipped his fingertips under the waistband of my baby pink knickers, a colour he adored having on me. He teased me terribly, and every time his hand got closer to my desperate heat, the further my stomach nervously sucked itself in.
Every time I tried to beg, plead, just tell him to touch me, he would cut me off by muffling my words with more of his irresistible kisses. 'Shh...' he whispers softly, his hand squeezing the back of my neck as he enjoyed the sloppy sounds of our wet erotic kisses.
I whined quietly when Draco began to slowly pull my knickers down, his hand reaching down in between our pressed up bodies to press his thumb against my insanely sensitive clit.
He didn't have to do much foreplay to get either of us excited seeing as we had already managed it on our own. He had been hard from the second he suggested the idea in the corridor, and I quickly became wet the second his lips even touched mine.
That's just how easily our touch and whispers effected each other.
Draco pulled back to admire my flustered face, my lips agape. He noticed how plump and swollen they were, and he slowly dragged his index finger down my bottom
lip just to watch it bounce back into place; admiring the slick coat of his saliva left over on it.
I pull softly on his hair while he looked deeply into my eyes, filling me up with so many different emotions at once. I wanted to scream at him just how much I loved him, however I didn't fancy shattering his eardrums. I'd rather he wasn't completely deaf.
My hands gently stroked over his toned chest, my fingers travelling down the perfectly sculpted lines of his abs; admiring every inch of his body as he admired mine. 'You're so beautiful...' I whisper softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his chest.
Draco chuckled lightly and stroked his hand through my hair, kissing my forehead. 'Am I now?'
'Mhm...'
'I'm glad you think so, darling...' Draco coos, reaching into the waistband of his sweatpants. He pulled them down to his ankles and kicked them off the bed, whispering softly— 'Now just lay down on your back, yep— yep, just like that... relax for me, darling...'
Dracos hand was on the small of my back and guided me back down against the mattress, and pressed a very gentle kiss against my lips. 'Good girl... now let me take you here... nice and slow...'
My stomach filled with nerves as Draco pulled his boxers down, and I sucked in a deep breath in anticipation of his touch. My breaths became shaky and uneven, tensing up immensely when Draco lined the tip of his cock up with my entrance.
'Take a nice deep breath, darling...' Draco whispered softly, and slowly pushed himself inside of me. My mouth instantly fell open and I picked my head up off the pillow, burying it in Draco's chest as he stretched me open. 'Just like that... good girl...' He praises, grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs wider, soft little moans escaping my lips the deeper he moved inside of me.
The feeling of having him buried so deep made my whole mind feel hysterical, and I couldn't stop the whines and whimpers that kept coming out of my mouth. Draco himself also moaned to no avail, and grabbed both of my hands in his. He carefully laces his fingers around mine, panting breathlessly as he slowly thrusted in and out of me.
'Oh... oh god...' I moan quietly, clinging to him like my life depended on it. His tip gently grazed over my g-spot, forcing a tiny gasp out of my mouth. 'D-Draco...' my lips quiver, gently digging my blunt fingernails into his back. 'T-that feels so nice... I can't...'
'Yes you can, baby. Take it.' Draco whispers breathlessly against my mouth, purposely moving his tip over my g-spot with every slow thrust he delivered. He slowly swayed his hips back and forth, and held onto me ever so gently. He held one side of my face with his large hand, and the other rested above my head, cradling it carefully.
We both gasped and moaned into each other's open mouths, pressing soft kisses here and there all while Draco's cock moved pleasurably inside of me. He brushed every internal sweet spot inside of me, making my whole body shiver in ecstasy.
My walls squeezed him from every side, and my cheeks flared when he whimpered quietly against me. Draco maintained loving eye contact with me while we both panted breathlessly, and he could hardly seem to believe that this was real.
Draco looked down at his cock that moved in and out, nearly moaning at the sight that was just as good as it looked. His cheeks had gone all rosy and his face was all hot and bothered— he was making love to me.
And there was nothing he would want more than that.
A tiny gasp escaped my lips when Draco's tip delved straight into my g-spot, my whole body jolting from the overload of pleasure, 'O-oh, Draco... you're so... so deep...' my hands clung desperately around his back, and Draco held me as gently as he could.
'I know, princess, I know...' Draco whispers huskily, brushing the hair back out of my face while he slowly pushed himself in deeper. 'You're taking it like such a good girl...'
I just laid there, allowing him to do whatever the hell he wanted with me— I wouldn't mind doing this all day or all night. Everything was just so euphoric, my mind hardly felt like it was even there.
Draco placed sloppy and hasty kisses over my collarbones, and both of my hands found their way to his muscled shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. I could hear his heavy breaths in my ear, and the wet sticky noises being pounded into me from below.
'Mmh...' Draco moans softly in my ear, his minty breath fanning against my face. 'Feels so nice having your pretty little self squeezing around my dick...'
I hid a smirk while letting out soft moans, grabbing a fistful of his platinum blond hair at the back of his head. 'Yeah? You like how I feel, daddy?'
'Fuck...' Draco groans at the sound of my whispers, adoring how my face feigned innocence. 'Fucking love it, my sweet baby...' he whispered huskily, my heart racing from his low voice. He moved a little faster, his desperate moans making me blush.
He was so fucking attractive.
Draco placed his hand on my stomach to feel himself moving in and out, adoring the tiny bulge his large length made in my belly. My moans became whinier and needier, and I used my legs wrapped around Draco's waist to urge him deeper and harder.
Fortunately, Draco knew the difference between harder and faster— and he did exactly what I wanted. His strides remained slow and steady, however he slammed his cock into me with each thrust, hard.
'Ah— mmh— oh god...' I pant breathlessly, craning my neck to look at where we were attached. The sight was just as erotic as it always was, but Draco saw the pleasure in my eyes and quickly distracted me. He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine, forcing my head back against the mattress.
I kissed him back, feeling the vibrations of his soft moans against my lips. 'Don't cum yet, baby...' Draco whispers after feeling me tighten around him, a tight knot starting to coil within my abdomen. My stomach started to ache with the amount of hysterical butterflies fluttering around, and my whole body was just exploding with emotions.
'Focus on me...' Draco coos, 'Come on, pretty. Kiss me nice and slow.' he urges, connecting his slightly parted lips with my own, our kisses coming to a slow as his tongue sensually slid inside of my mouth.
Draco's hips rolled smoothly into my own, and my legs started to shake violently around his waist. Our erotic kisses only become hotter and sloppier, and we ended up moaning and panting into each other's open mouth kisses as our climaxes approached.
'Oh fuck... Draco— I'm— I'm gonna cum...' I whimper helplessly, gently scratching over his back. I arched my back to the point it hurt, and Draco purposely let all of his adorable moans out into my ear. He moaned to no avail when my walls tightened immensely all around him, squeezing his cock from all sides. We were so close that his expensive mens cologne infiltrated my lungs and Draco decided to reach one hand around to grab my arse while thrusting into me.
A desperate wail escaped my lips, and I grabbed a tight handful of hair at the back of his head, pulling lightly on the soft tufts when I reached my peak— pleasure exploding throughout my body. A shy smile spread across my face when Draco grinned at the sight of me coming undone beneath him, my whole body spasming as my orgasm overcame us. My moans were all high-pitched and needy, and the intensity of my own release forced Dracos cock to throb inside of me.
I was practically going insane inside when I saw Draco's handsome face contour in pleasure, and he slid his hand all over my stomach to feel himself inside of me again. But he had better thoughts in his head.
The look on his face was beyond attractive, and he grinned; showing off his pearly white teeth. Draco raised his sharp eyebrows at me, his husky voice driving me insane— 'Want me to cum in you, hm? Put a baby in your pretty belly, yeah?'
The pleasure exceeding me left me speechless, unable to formulate my words by the time Draco reached the peak of his own orgasm. He dropped his head so his forehead was pressed against my own, breathing heavily as he began to release inside of me.
'Oh fuck!' Draco groans, loud enough for the whole castle to hear. I grabbed his face into my hands, looking into his dark lust-filled eyes as his warm load began to fill me up, admiring every inch of his face.
His platinum blond hair was all messy and ruffled, his cheeks rosy and his kissable lips all nice and swollen. He was gasping desperately for air, and couldn't even let out a sound from the thick euphoric haze that fell over him.
Draco gave one last thrust of his hips and pushed himself in as deep as he could, an overstimulated moan escaping my lips when his tip hit such a good spot inside of me. I could feel so much of his cum inside of me, and he still wasn't finished emptying his load.
I was shaking terribly and weakly stroked my fingers through his messy hair, feeling his body fall limp on top of my own. 'Such... such a pretty boy...' I manage to whisper breathlessly, my eyes slowly tracing every part of him.
'Shh...' Draco whispers soothingly, wrapping his arms around my waist before pulling us onto our sides. I was surprised when he didn't pull out and instead pulled the bed duvets over our naked bodies. My abdomen clenched at the feeling of him still inside of me, but Draco just casually brushed the hair out of my face all while whispering sweet nothings. 'I love you, darling.'
'I love you...' I mumble quietly, my eyes starting to grow heavy while my legs still spasmed a little bit around him. Draco grabbed my thigh in his hand and pulled one of my legs over him, and pressed a sweet kiss against my lips before cradling my head into his chest. 'Mine...' he whispers softly.
'Draco... aren't you gonna...?' I look up at him, hinting at the fact his cock was still buried deep inside of me, a mix of our cum slowly seeping it's way all around his length.
'No.' Draco whispers softly, 'Good girls deserve to be rewarded. If you're lucky daddy might fuck you nice and slow until you wake up...'
My face immediately heated up, and I shyly looked down away from his gentle gaze. 'Get some sleep, my love. You must be tired.' Draco coos, humming quietly in my ear. 'Sweet dreams, pretty girl.'
'Goodnight...' I murmur quietly, placing a gentle kiss against his chest before allowing my heavy eyes to slowly close all while tangled up like an animal with Draco.
'Goodnight, princess.'