𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝟎𝟓𝟗 (!!!)

[mature scenes ahead.]

(Edit: don't be a ghost reader. Comment and vote or I won't post the next chapter and I'll make the worst ending ever.

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I watch him as he's filling up the big bath. He fills it up with warm water. The scent of green apples and peppermint reaches my nose as I inhale. And the color of the bubbles are a light shade of baby pink — he let me choose that. The prefect's bath.

"Take your clothes off, darling." He said, sending me a smirk and he took off his shirt. "You can't bathe with your clothes on."

"I could've brought a bikini with me." I joked, but he looked at me with seriousness on his face.

"And where's the fun in that?" He smirked.

I smiled as he removed his clothes and jumped into the water, making the water splash up on me.

"Now, now darling. Hurry up, we don't want the prefects finding us." He chuckled, completely soaked.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and removed the rest of my clothes. Letting them fall to the floor.

"Draco it's literally 3 am and you're taking me for a swim." I smiled, and then jumped into the water, making the water splash on him.

He laughed and swam towards me, capturing my body and bringing me closer to him. I laughed with him before he attacked his lips against mine. Draco held me by the waist, and I wrapped my legs around his torso as I kissed him back — deepening the kiss.

He moved forward, and I felt my body crash against the edge. He lifted me and placed me on the edge of the water. "I'll take care of you." He said and threw my legs over his shoulders.

And he hid his face between my thighs, and placed a long hot, wet kiss on each thigh. Not sucking or biting — just kissing. And he murmured the words, "I love you," between every kiss.

He looked at me one last time before he dove in and dragged his tongue between my folds and then started licking circles on my clit. I gripped his hair and pushed him closer against me to add pressure.

"Fuck," I moaned. He hold my thighs tighter and buries his head between them.

"Taste so good," he mumbles, drags his tongue between my folds and then sucks on my clitoris. Squeezes my thighs with his hands and his cold rings presses against my skin.

It's so addicting. Him. He's so addicting. It's like running on water — or falling from the clouds but you never reach the ground. It's like floating in the air — and not being able to breathe.

The way he kiss me — the way he spreads his DNA over my skin and mix it with mine. That's addicting. So fucking addicting. He kisses me as if it's the only thing keeping him alive — as if he can't stop.

And that's addicting.

He yanks my thighs further on his shoulder, and buries his head deeper between them. And he drags his tongue over my throbbing area, he plant kisses everywhere and he suck and lick. He softly nips and bites on my inner thighs before he attach his lips and sucks, and he leaves marks. His marks — dark purple love marks. He makes a low noise — a deep groan as he licks and eats me out. His long fingers tightens on my thighs and he holds me closer. My fingers tangles into his hair, and almost pushes him closer between my legs. "Ah, fuck, don't stop, Draco — I'm close,"

I can feel the smirk against my skin — how the corner of his lips quirks up. He looks up at me with that sexy smirk on his face — his eyes meeting mine and he grips my thighs closer, and starts sucking on my clitoris — our eyes still connected.