Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

31. daddy issues.

"Are you excited?"

"No."

Draco's reply comes out muffled, because he's shoved his face into his pillow, wrapping his arms around it and groaning.

Today is his second Quidditch match of the year, Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. It's an important match, because it could determine who gets the Quidditch House Cup.

And because Draco has been nervous all week, I spent the night in his bed. The rest of the Quidditch team is downstairs, pre-gaming as they always do. Theo has been cranky all week, Blaise has been a little irritable, all because of the pressure of the match. And Draco's been steeped in anxiety.

To be honest, I'm just ready for it to be over. Theodore has been forcing my Seeker into extra practices for the past two weeks straight, leaving me very little time with him, and I'm downright ravenous.

"You'll be fantastic," I say, kissing the back of his shoulder.

Draco peeks only one eye out of the pillow, looking over at me.

"I will be if I have my good luck charm."

"Who, me?" I ask with a chuckle.

"More specifically," he says, rolling over and giving me a lopsided grin, "you in my sweater."

"You and that damn sweater," I tease, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

"Well. Last time you wore it, you took my virginity," he says with a smirk. I blush at the memory.

"How lucky for you," I say deviously. "But I don't think it was the sweater that did it, last match."

I look dramatically over at his wardrobe and Draco chuckles.

"I'll stuff you in my wardrobe again, if you'd like," he says, leaning up onto his elbow. He leans into me, brushing his lips across my jaw.

"I'll stuff your cock in my mouth again. . . if you'd like."

"Fuuuuuuuck."

We don't end up in the wardrobe, but he ends up sprawled out on his back on the bed, my head bobbing up and down on his lap.

"Oh, Evangeline," he moans, gripping my hair gently.

I look up at him and my smile is obscured by his dick in my mouth. He grips my chin and his face contorts, then he presses his head back on the pillow, moaning in little harsh whimpers. He grips the pillow next to his head, his head turning to the side in his pleasure, and I watch his brows as they furrow together.

We both start to get really into it, and soon I'm moaning on his cock and he's whimpering these dirty little words.

"You know just what to do to me, my little fucking princess," he moans, looking down at me. My eyes roll back at his praise and he lets out a long, shaky breath. "Get up here."

I obey reluctantly, because I was quite enjoying giving him head. But when I remove him from my mouth, he sits up, kisses me savagely, and grips the waistband of my shorts, pulling down.

Draco surprises me by whirling his wand and opening the curtains. Morning sunlight seeps into our skin as I straddle him, and it makes the whole thing so much softer, so much more beautiful. He stares up at me like I'm a wonder of the world.

I bite my smiling lip, preparing to sit on him.

"Turn around," he whispers with a little boyish smile, and I quirk an eyebrow.

He sits up farther when I turn around, and soon I'm gliding down onto his cock with my back pressed against his chest.

And I can see him in the mirror above the dresser, his head tilting up in ecstacy when I sink down.