pull me deep - a love triangle

red wine

(playlist of songs to listen to while reading in bio) :)

CW: SMUT 

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His hands pressed against the backs of her thighs, pulling her on top of him. Draco pressed his lips against her own and rolled so that he was resting between her legs. And, while she was stunned at first, she soon went pliant against his touch. her hands found his hair, fingers weaved through his white locks as her mouth opened at the slightest beckon of his tongue against her lips.

He tasted like red wine, she thought. Bitter with undertones of resentment and a lifetime of privilege.

"Are we—" she managed to get out through swipes of her tongue against his. "— damnit, we're doing this, aren't we?"

Draco leaned back on his haunches between her thighs and pulled his shirt off, his hair ruffled and unkempt. "Depends.. are you going to behave?"

The thought of pushing his buttons a bit more excited her. she propped herself up on her hands, smiling wickedly as he leaned down again to meet her, noses brushing as there faces turned to fit each other.

"Only if you make me."

A shiver raced down Draco's spine... he kissed her again, fingers dancing over her skin as they inched beneath her shirt.

"No bra?" He said, thumbing over her nipple. "It's almost like you wanted me to drag you here by the hair."

In the same breath, she shimmied his trousers over his hips, allowing his stiffened cock to spring free. she squeezed it in her palm and Draco moaned, tweaking her nipple between two fingers.

"You pulled me out of bed, asshole. Of course I'm not wearing a bra."

He slid his other hand from the death grip he had on her waist to the space between her thighs, pushing her loose shorts aside with his thumb and slipping his fingers easily against her bare centre. Just as he suspected, sleek with arousal.

"No panties, either. Do you always go to bed with the anticipation of being fucked?" He stroked her clit gently, and her mind was too clouded to respond. "That's what I thought. Now, take these off."

Draco brought her shorts down with him as he stepped off the edge of the bed to finish undressing. When he glanced back up... oh, his cold, rotten heart stood still. He watched her for a moment as she rubbed herself between the thighs, waiting for him, hair falling in front of blown out pupils.

"Christ, you're lovely..." He mumbled, stroking his cock as he walked toward her. "I'm about to fucking ruin you."

He grabbed her by the ankle, yanking her playfully toward him as he climbed between her legs once again. she laughed and Draco wasn't sure which he preferred — her lighthearted giggle or the heavy breaths he'd tasted with his own tongue.

Ultimately, he decided he loved both equally but in different ways.

But the latter was what he needed at the moment. Draco wanted to be completely engulfed in her moans. He wanted to be surrounded by everything that was hiraeth, inside and out. So he rested his hips against hers, pressing the head of his cock against her sensitive clit.

she gripped onto his muscular shoulders, waiting for him to fill her up. The moment didn't come and when she looked up at him, desperation seeping out of every pore, Draco seemed to be waiting for something as well. He lifted his hand and stroked the side of her face, running his thumb against her kissed raw lips.