The Boy Next Dorm (drako x reader

suck it and see

dinner sure was eventful. glad its over. team marthe. #greyhairandproud.

as we are dismissed and i stand up to leave, theo grabs my shoulder, "meet me in room 408" he gives me a wink.

I give him a fake smile, "aight perf." he looks smuggly at draco with an 'i win' expression.

I grab pansys arm forcefully and drag her off to the library.

"where are we going bi-"

"my safe place."

when we get to the library, i find a secluded corner and when we finally take a seat, "what the fuck was that?" whips out of me.

pansy looks at the ground ashamed. "theo told me about your encounter and i may have said that you didnt actually finished and gave him some tips."

"you what?"

before pansy can answer, right and left enter te library. what the fuck are they doing here. they dont even look like readers. they look ditsy. probably just came here to gossip for the aesthetic.

and thats what they did - well at least right spoke, left made some odd moans in agreement.

"what the fuck is up with that girl that was sitting across from draco?" right started. "you could feel the tension right?"

left moaned.

"right, so im so confused bc he said he was free," she paused, "well he didnt say it but he signaled it with his eyes. his pretty, pretty eyes."

left moans even harder.

"i mean you saw the way he looked at me right? i mean not that you would know."

left moaned again in understanding.

"i mean when i fed him that cured meat and he like kind of resisted but in a sort of erotic 'make me way' - like he was playing hard to get not really resisiting me or anything."

left moans uncertainly.

"shut up, not like you would know anything you virgin slut. you just kept rubbing his arm. you know men cant get off on that, right?"

left moaned offendedly.

"please, im just kidding, ya know i love you. anyway, and then when i started to give him the swiss cheese and he took it out of my hand and threw it in my face? like i need aman to deal with me like that. i was practically salivating not out of my mouth. that feral look in his eyes. like please" her voice drops down to a whisper "rail me."

left rolls her eyes and so do i.

"anyway, ive heard hes like 20 inches."

"no hes not." left says for the first time.

"how would you know, virgin."

"its not possible idiot."

"well obviously i was exaggerating for comedic intent. its not fucking possible clearly, like how is that supposed to fit inside of me? im a whore not a masochist. it called a fucking hyper-bowle. ever read a book, bitch?"

"um yeah."

"name five books."

"game of thrones."

"thats not a book."

"um yes it is."

"its a series stupid."

"yeah series can be books too."

"no, its the name of the series not of a specific book you dumb cunt."

"fine, gatekeep." left pauses. "idk, cat in the hat, war and peace, bell jar, warrior cats: the darkest hour, and i am malala." she snaps her fingers.