One shots-Draco Malfoy

Like a goddess

The Malfoy heir steps into his girlfriends dorm. She shares it with couple of other girls but they are gone according to her words. Not only are they gone, but his girlfriend is as well. He knows she's in the shower as she said to him before. He can also hear the water running along with her soft hum just reaching his ears.

He walks towards the mirror and checks his reflection. He fixes his hair and adjust his shirt's collar, smirking when he sees the hickey y/n has left there. He puts his hands to the pockets of his trousers and walks to the bathroom door. He doesn't open it, instead, he leans on the wall so when she will open the door she will directly face him.

He waits patiently for 10 minutes or so and finally hears the shower going off. A minute later the door opens and the moist air hits him before he can see her. When she opens the door, she jumps at the site of her grinning boyfriend.

"Bloody hell, Draco. You caused me a fucking heart attack," she scolds with her hand on her chest. He leans into kiss her cheek, wrapping his hand around her waist.

"Hi, darling," he says, resting his head on top of hers.

"Have you been here long?" she ask, resting her head in the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent.

"I didn't look at the time," he admits, letting go of her. She hums, stepping away and towards her desk. He turns to her direction, watching her. He pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he watches the water drops falling on her skin.

 "I didn't even dare to think anyone could look this good with just a towel on," he says, earning her attention as she turns her head towards him.

"And here I thought you preferred me without anything on," she smirks, watching her boyfriend. He eyes her up and down making her stomach twist. The room is quiet yet it feels loud with the lust radiating of them.

"I can't deny that," he says, using all of his self control to not to step closer to her. She hums, turning away from him. He studies her for a minute before taking a seat on her bed. He's still watching her as she turns her attention back to him a little later.

"What," she asks, walking closer to him.

"Can I not look at my gorgeous girl anymore?" he asks, hands landing on her waist as he pulls her to his lap.

"You can but not like that," she says, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"Like how, love?" he asks, licking his lips as he looks at her up and down.

"With a look that makes me wet," she says, making his gaze snap to her eyes.

"Goddammit,  y/n. You can't say that. Not when you look like that," he says, letting out a breath.

"Looking like what?" she asks as her eyes are focused on his lips.

"Like a fucking goddess, amour," he pulls her closer. 

"Do you happen to feel like praying?" she asks more of as a joke but he licks his lips and nods at her. She lifts her eyebrow, slightly surprised at his answer.

"On your knees?" she asks quietly, suddenly little insecure. His grip tightens on her waist.

"I'll sink as low as you want me to, love" he says, closing the gap between them. She doesn't even notice her towel falling to expose her before his hands are on her breasts. He pulls away from the kiss, gaze falling to her body.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says, out of breath like he means it more than anything he's ever said before. She slightly blushes at his comment and form the embarrassment of being fully naked on his lap while he is fully dressed.