With every word, Anna felt herself falling in love with the mystery boy. With how sensitive he was even though she thought he wouldn't want to admit it. With how observant and attentive he was to her every letter which made her feel special and also made her scared to reveal her identity fearing that all this would stop.
He didn't want to tell her who he was and neither did she although Anna knew that M was within her year which came as a relief that she wasn't talking to someone younger than her. Especially as the friendly letters were becoming more flirtatious.
As Anna's eyes grew tired the boy was stirring in his bed thinking about the mysterious girl. He couldn't help notice how looking forward he becomes after dinner to run into his dorm and write, or how he would drift off in class and imagine what "A" would look like. But the latter caused him distress, before all this, he always thought of himself as the guy whose eyes were only on one girl and the prospect of thinking about another made him feel as if he was doing something horrendous. Adding onto the list of things that made him less of a good person and more to how the rest of the wizarding world saw him, a privileged prick.
Yet "A" filled his dreams at night in the body of the hottest girl in his year a fellow Slytherin and also the first girl he ever and only liked. Her presence always left him sweaty and hard, wanting more and more each day.
Every evening as M looked at the blank parchment, he was torn in writing about his dreams with her how he would make her moan his name until her moans and screams would force open the chamber of secrets. He always opted for the safest option till that night after the dream he dreamt left him drenched with desire.
"This is absurd" he said in a huff as he grabbed his ink and parchment and closed the curtain that went round his bed.
Sometimes I wonder how your lips feel against mine. How your voice sounds like as it cracks when you reach your high, or as you moan when your walls start to crumble around me. Don't you know A, that you are occupying my nights, haunting my dreams?
-M
He quickly sent it and let his hand wander down as he relieved himself.
It was very late when Anna received the letter, she was quite surprised to see that it was from M as they already exchanged their letters early in the night. Her heart started to beat faster, her face started to heat, and she could feel the pulse between her legs thump harder with need. She pushed her fingers to her lips as she began to write.
My lips are soft, ready to meet yours as my body yearns for your touch as your fingers trace the length of my body. I'm wet just thinking about all the things you can do to me as my mind drifts on what I would do to you. I may open the chamber of secrets with my screams but I would let all of Hogwarts know who I'm screaming for. Honey, believe me, the things I will do to you how I'll kiss you, stroke you, and suck you I wouldn't need to use Accio to make you come.
-A
Anna's mind started to wander as she hugged the letter close to her chest as she moved her hand down until she found the wetness between her legs, she inhaled trying to suppress her moans from her roommates. Her index finger started to dance around her spot as she closed her eyes and started to imagine a pair of hands around her legs holding her in place her finger started to run through her length as she imagined his tongue eating her. The thought alone almost sent her to the edge. She imagined kisses on her neck going down to her now hard nipples. Her hips were moving up and down, her back arched which made the sensation of the harsh material of the parchment on her nipples pushing her towards the edge. Her middle finger slithered in making her let out a shaky breath using all her self-control to suppress her moans. Her thrusts were slopy, fast, and messy just how she liked it. Her walls got tighter as she pushed in another finger increasing her speed when she felt herself falling over the edge, her legs started to shake as she felt her fingers getting covered with warmth.
As her breathing calmed down, she cleaned herself off and sent the letter and drifted off into a deep slumber. The letters continued on the same topic both getting off of each other's words as they wrote their fantasies and what their body craved without shame. Sometimes Anna worried if M shared the letters, if he showed them to his friends, if this was a sick joke but it felt too good to care, her identity was hidden and M's letters were too raw, too personal to fake. A few months back she craved to do something wild and although she didn't have this in mind she couldn't complain.
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Letters to a Stranger - (Draco MalfoyxReader)
Historia Corta"Sometimes I wonder how your lips feel against mine. How your voice sounds like as it cracks when you reach your high, or as you moan when your walls start to crumble around me. Don't you know, that you are occupying my nights, haunting my dreams?"...
