He's attractive. Very attractive. Sometimes, she has to bite her tongue from saying anything to her mother because she knows she'll get kicked out. But she can't help the way she feels towards Him. She doesn't expect him to watch her, all the time...
[if you haven't seen my message board, pls go read it. I'm allowed to live my life, I'm allowed to have fun. Yes, I'm 16. Yes, I smoke and I drink and clearly I write smut, I don't think some of you realize I've been writing smut for years 😭. ]
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Cordelia swore she couldn't breathe for a second, moaning out Draco's name on her desk.
Her hands gripped onto her keyboard, knocking some things off in the process, Draco's tongue slipping in and out of pussy that was drenched in both her lubricant and his saliva. Thankfully, her office door was locked, and the blinds were closed, but she didn't even think she'd care.
And her phone started ringing, her mothers contact blaring on the screen.
"Mm," Draco groaned against her, hand gripping her thighs. "Don't pick it up."
"I think I might," she panted, "Just —" another moan left her lips, her head tipping back. "—Out of spite."
He rose his eyebrows, not being able to see her face because of her bump. "You pick it up, and I have to hear your mothers nasty mouth, I'll edge you so hard you'll cry."
She parted yer lips, the call going away, and when she could feel her release approaching, she gripped his hair and moaned his name in chants, her release falling out of her and squirting onto the desk, his face and her thighs. He licked her clean, taking his tongue and cleaning her thighs.
"Fuck," she cursed, breathing heavily. "My lunch is almost over. Don't you have work?"
He took a tissue and wiped her desk down, helping her sit back up. "I go in when I want too. Now let's get you dressed love, I don't want Paxton trying to walk in here with Carmella."
She nodded, pulling her dress back over her head and fixing her underwear. "Speaking of them," she could hear Carmella's giggle outside of her office. She struggled to get everything back onto her desk, a knock sounding on the door. "Shit."
Draco opened the door, greeting Paxton with his usual glare, Carmella practically jumping in his arms.
"Hey Pax," Cordelia told him as he entered the office, his eyes widening, taking in her fixing her desk.
He laughed nervously, "Did you uh, throw some things off your desk?"
"Something like that," she mumbled, sitting in her chair.
Draco took a seat with Carmella sliding in his lap, playing with one of her toys in her hand. Paxton leaned against the door, closing it. "I heard about your maternity leave early, I already set your papers up—"
"My what?" Cordelia raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms.
Draco sighed, standing up again, Carmella settling on his hip. "You should leave," he gestured to Paxton, "I haven't told her about that yet."
