Devotion

Chapter 15

This chapter is not entirely full of smut, but certain parts are. I will put a warning up when it starts and ends, so just look out for it if you want to skip!

Also, a warning for my warnings, I put the smut start warning up right before the actual sex. Meaning, there is kissing and possible undressing before the warning goes up. If you don't want to read that, just skip until you see the smut end in bold italicized letters.

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Today's potions class was quite dull. Slughorn was out sick, and so we weren't allowed to actually make potions. We just had to do textbook reading that I had already read.

I looked across the desk at Draco, who was diligently reading, his eyes flitting from one line to the next. His face was pinched slightly in concentration, his one hand keeping the book pages in place. I knew I wouldn't be getting his attention any time soon.

So instead, I thought back to a time when I had his full attention. Back to that first night, where we were about to consummate our marriage...

***SMUT START WARNING***

"...I still need to finish."

"As you wish, my love," Draco said, right before gently laying me back, holding my waist. Slowly, I felt the tip of his length slide into me.

I gasped out at the sensation. It felt odd, different from his tongue. Even with just a little bit in, I felt fuller. I wasn't sure how I felt about the feeling. It wasn't bad, just new, different.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern gracing his features.

I nodded. "Yeah, go on. Just slow for now," I requested, and he obliged.

I winced as I felt him go deeper, and my body had to stretch to accommodate him. The more he went in, the less I believed I could stretch any further. When it felt like too much, I cried, "Stop!"

He immediately did so, worry flashing across his face. "Does it hurt? We can stop if you want, shit, I'm so sorry—"

"Draco, it's okay. Just give me a minute to adjust," I assured him, getting accustomed to the feeling of him in me.

"Am I hurting you?" he stressed, eyeing my tightened features.

The pain had already lessened once he stopped, and I was nearly ready to go on. "A little, but it's already fading. It's not your fault, I'm just not used to it yet. How much farther do you have to go in?"

"About halfway," he informed, and my face visibly paled.

"I'm not sure you'll fit," I told him, my face reddening with embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I will. But if it's too much, I can pull out and we can do this another day. I understand, I won't be mad."

But I wasn't planning on stopping now. We had already started, and I wanted to finish. And besides, only pleasure could come out of pain, right?

"No, don't stop. Push yourself all the way in, don't do it slow," I told him, wanting to get through the initial pain, not drag it on.

"You're sure?" he questioned, unsure.

"Just do it. Please," I said, and that was all it took. He pushed, burying himself deep into me, groaning as he did so.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but the worst part was over. He was fully inside me, and as my body adjusted, I marveled at the sensation of it. It felt strangely satisfying with him enveloped inside me.