losing game || d.m.

17: agastopia

agastopia: (n.) admiration of someone's body

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"Draco I can't keep wearing the same three bathing suits, LET ME WEAR THIS ONE" I complained as I tied a red bikini around my neck.

"You're gonna make the motherfuckers want you," he argued back "and I don't like sharing."

"Then show them I'm yours," I mumbled.

"What was that?" He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Show. Them. I'm. Yours." I annunciated every word.

His cold hands grabbed me by the throat as he connected his lips with mine. We backed up into a wall before he moved down to my neck.

"You're only mine," he mumbled into my neck, the vibrations making my insides melt.

His hands found his way to my hips, and he stopped to look up at me.

"Can I?" He asked while twirling the string of my bottoms around his pointer finger.

I nodded, unable to find my voice.

"I need words love," he tucked his fingers under the sides of the bottoms, massaging the skin of my hips.

"Ye- yes," I stuttered out, still trying to find my breath.

He put his fingers under my bottoms as he rubbed slow circles around my clit.

He's never done this to me before, no one has, and the feeling is euphoric.

He continued to leave marks around my neck as his fingers went in painfully slow circles.

I needed more.

"Please," I breathed out, my hands tangled in his hair.

I felt him smirk on my neck as he slid a finger in me. I gasped as my head fell back against the wall.

He pumped in and out for a minute before adding a second finger, causing me to let out a moan.

He pulled his lips off my neck, and used his free hand to grab my chin.

He forced my eyes to meet his as he whispered "I wanna see your pretty little face while you fuck my fingers."

His words made my knees week.

Feverishly, he dove back in, connecting our lips again. I bit his lip as he slowly pulled his face away from mine.

Suddenly, his fingers started to pick up speed, my eyes to rolling back from the pleasure.

"Draco- I think I'm gonna-" I started as I felt a pull behind my bellybutton.

"Look at me," he growled as he continued to pick up his pace.

I looked up into his lust-filled eyes, as complete pleasure washed over my body.

I rode him out through my high, seeing white spots as I came back down.

He pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them up to his mouth, slowly sucking my liquid off his two fingers.

If it wasn't for the wall and his free hand on my hip, I would've melted into the floor.

"And that was just my fingers," he whispered, his voice husky, as he traced his tongue up the shell of my ear "just imagine how good it'll feel when you get all of me."

My jaw dropped as Draco smirked, walking into the bathroom to put his bathing suit on.

I slowly walked over to the dresser to change my bathing suit, for obvious reasons.