The White Sparrow {Draco & Lucius x Reader}

chapter eleven - crave NSFW

Your heart was beating out of your chest as his lips continued to devour yours. Knees weak and cheeks ablaze, you couldn't stop the growing desire for more. Draco knew what he wanted and there was nothing stopping him anymore.

Your hands were wrapped around his neck, sliding down his chest as his moved under your skirt, squeezing your thighs. This was all he could think about for days and days, and your body was even more perfect than he could've dreamed of.

This pent-up need of his had reached a fever pitch now, as he knew he could no longer contain how he felt for you. He was growing rougher and more demanding. Your lips were just as soft and sweet as he had imagined, but he greedily wanted more. Lips trailing down your neck, he sucked at your collarbone before coming back up and being more passionately met with more of your tongue.

His hands were now tugging at your skirt, desperately trying to remove it. You threw your top off and Draco shimmied out of his jumper with ease, his chiseled body being revealed from underneath. You couldn't help but stare as the hunger within you only grew stronger.

A part of you knew you shouldn't be doing this, especially not with Draco of all people. But that thought was quickly dismissed as Draco walked you to the bed, gripping your hips, mouth locked on yours. His eyes were so full of passion and want, you hadn't seen him this alive in God knows how long.

Laid across the bed, Draco looked at you up and down. He didn't need any words, just the lustful trance he held you in was enough to send you spiraling. Snapping himself out of the dangerous intimate zone he was entering, he unbuttoned his pants, stroking himself shamelessly.

Pulling your panties off, you laid there naked and exposed as his eyes couldn't help but continuing wandering across your chest and down to your navel. He was mesmerized by how perfect you were, he had no idea your body was that incredible underneath all those clothes.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, tearing his eyes away again before adjusting himself to enter you.

Fingertips digging into your flesh, holding your hips in place he took one long stroke and let out a loud groan. You felt every last inch of him inside you, biting back moans as he stretched you out.

"God, you feel good," he choked out.

Draco pulled his cock out long enough to slide it against your clit, the unexpected friction making your legs twitch in response for a second.

"Is that what you like?" he questioned with a smirk, doing it again.

"Mhm," you moaned, desperate to relieve the pressure.

He started to rub his cock against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You attempted to try and stifle your moans but were struggling. Draco enjoyed seeing the effect he had on you, even with your resistance.

Pushing himself back inside you unexpectedly, you let out a loud moan. He began to increase his strokes rapidly, fucking you with the most animalistic desire. It was as if he was going to die if he didn't fuck you, the pace at which he was going.

Fingers swirling over your clit, you could feel the pressure growing in your abdomen as your muscles started to contract.

"Fuck, yes yes yes!" you moaned, as you continued getting yourself off. Your whole body felt suspended as the pressure building was about to explode. He gave one last intense thrust, forcing his entire cock in you until he had nothing left.

"Fuck Draco!" you yelled, legs shaking.

Draco could feel himself about to climax, muttering out a string of profanities and then pulling out before he shot his load all over your stomach.

His hair was slick against his forehead with sweat, out of breath and exhausted. But all he could look at was you.

Your hair was spread out across your chest and onto the bed, skin glistening with sweat droplets and cheeks red. Your lips were swollen and your chest fell heavily with every deep breath. Draco was proud of his effect on you, even with your assistance to get yourself there.

But alas, he could never look at you for long without losing himself completely in his feelings for you. He went silent as he tried to calm his brain down from all the different thoughts it was jumping to.

Things were different now between you. Draco had shown you a side of himself that he did not choose to share often and had done so quite brazenly at that. He was overwhelmed and immediately regretful, knowing he was not supposed to act on his feelings like that.

Draco knew damn well that being around you would be too much for him to handle, which is why he tried to ignore you and resist you in the first place. But he had failed.

There was no doubt Draco was a coward, too terrified of what his father would do to him if he knew he had touched what didn't belong to him.

So, he shut his mouth and repeated in his head over and over again,

"Stupid stupid stupid."

Draco silently went to the bathroom and wiped himself off with a towel, throwing you one as well before putting his clothes back on.

Now insecure with everything over with, you shyly pulled the sheets over yourself after cleaning up some. He didn't say one word to you, and you felt yourself start to overthink once more, as you seemed to always do with him.

Draco sighed deeply before turning to you.

"I'll just talk to you later, okay?" he said apologetically, before walking out and closing the door behind him.

You weren't even given any time to respond and were suddenly left contemplating what in the actual fuck just happened. You replayed the whole encounter from start to finish and were lost as to why he was so cold after you two were so intimate.

You didn't take it lightly, given your limited sexual experience. Yet he seemed to just treat it as a quick fuck, leaving you alone and confused and wondering why he was shunning you after he let you see this whole other side to him. You saw his passion, his need, even his desire for you.

Just to shut it down right after?

Foolishly you thought this would bring you closer together, but you couldn't have felt more distant from him. You shed a few tears, feeling sorry for yourself.

Stepping into the warm shower, you sat on the tile floor and let the water fall on you for an hour or two. When your mind was not consumed by Draco and the way he looked at you, and grabbed you, and kissed you, it was empty. Silent and numb.

Fingertips turned to prunes and sadness overwhelming you, eventually you got out of the shower and changed into pajamas. There was no book reading tonight. The servants came in and asked about dinner, Alfie came and wanted to talk to you too. But you sent them all away, in the kindest way you could manage.

Alfie was immediately worried and knew Draco was the cause, having seen him enter your room earlier in the day. Reporting this to Lucius though would send him on a rampage, and Alfie truthfully just couldn't handle his master's rage even more. Stupidly he kept it to himself and tried to not think about how much he wanted to hit Draco.

So alone you sat, with no company but your own.

With an empty stomach and a confusion that was consuming you entirely, you curled into bed that night and begged for your mind to shut off so you wouldn't have to think of anything for the next eight hours but sleep.