!Fem. Dom OC-Iris Potter x Draco Malfoy
K!nks enclude: -Choking -Degrading -Foreplay -Overstim -thigh riding -masturbation -humping -etc
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Iris POV
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I think that I might actually hate him. Most of the time I feel the need to grip my hand around his neck and watch his blueish eyes fade out to nothing.
I hate the way that he flips around his platinum hair and just gives out glares to anyone who looks his way. Except for me. That's why I hate him. I hate him because he likes me and I didn't even have to try.
I sit next to him in a few classes and when I turn to face his direction, he blinks nervously and moves his face the other way. I cant stand him and his stupid fucking additude and his overreacting and his drama and his perfect fucking face and his stupid talent and absolutly everything about his perfect fucking body.
Today is the day I tell him how much I hate him and I'm not even a single bit terrified.
He wasn't in the great hall at dinner like everyone else so I took a trip to our dorm room. Unfortunately, both of us are Slytherin. My golden brother hated the thought of me being in the same house as the ferret, but there's nothing I can do to change the facts.
Walking up the dorm room stairs, I can feel the 'anger' rushing through my veins where my blood should be. I storm through his door after unlocking it with a simple flick of my wand.
I enter the room ready to raise my voice at Draco but before I can get a word out of my mouth, my jaw drops.
I see Malfoy sitting on the corner of his king sized mattress with his shorts pulled down to right around his knees. He hasn't realized my arrival yet so I shut my mouth and walk a bit farther into the room. I continue my gaze over Draco's lap. His dick is in one hand and his hair is in the other. He slowly starts to stroke his hard-on and pulls his hair back with his fingers knitted through it.
He lets a guttural moan out of his mouth, followed by a name.
"Iris, Fuck"
I throw my hand over my mouth as I continue staring at the moaning boy. Why was that so attractive? I can already feel the sparks fluttering and flying in my abdomen.
I immediately got an idea.
I creep up behind him quietly on his bed and I put my arms on his shoulders. Startled, he flicks his head around to face me. His pale face flushes instantly and I slowly wrap my hand around his neck.
"Are you being a slut for me? Before I even got here?" My face stretches into a condescending smile.
"Well since I'm here, you might as well keep being my filthy whore." After saying that, I gently wrap my empty hand around his length and squeeze slightly.
I feel his throat tense as he swallows down a soft moan from my simple actions.
I throw my legs over his lap as I still have one hand on his neck and another around his dick.
"What's wrong baby? Why can't you talk?" I ask, waiting for a response from the blond.
I move the hand from his neck into his hair so that he can answer.
"Fuck, Please" He says, voice deep in lust.
"Please what? Use your words slut."
"Iris I want you to fuck me." His eyes glossed over as I gripped his hair backwards, titling his head up to look me directly in the eyes.
Our eyes connect and I lean my face down only centimeters away from his. His eyes shut as I breathe lightly over his lips. I pull his hair tighter so that his eyes open and stare directly into mine.
"Lay down. I'm in control now whore."
Still on his lap, I take off his shirt and pull his pants down the rest of the way. I put my hands on his muscular chest and push his shoulders onto the comforter. I pull off my skirt and slip off my socks and shoes and am left with my underwear, a button down and a tie. I readjust my hips and he groans as I do so. I lean over his face and I grip both of my hands back into his hair. I kiss down his neck sucking and licking stripes under his jaw and ears and over his Adam's apple. Kissing down his chest, I can feel him get even harder, his dick pushing into my inner thigh which is currently soaked. My lips get lower and lower as I trace his abdomen muscles with my tongue while maintaining eye contact with a squirming Draco Malfoy.
