𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𖹭 𝐝.𝐦

things might get
a little spicy...

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"You okay?" I ask, stroking Dracos's hair.

He's sat on the floor, leaning his beack on the sofa. I'm sat on one of the couches in the common room, giving him some attention.

He's just come back from Quidditch practice and he's all sweaty and tired and hot.

Hot as in temperature... of course.

"Fucking hell, everything hurts." He complains, "I'm never going to training again."

"Go get your girlfriend to give you a massage." I joke.

I had seen him talking to a random blonde and wouldn't stop teasing him about it.

But in reality, I'm his girlfriend and it didn't bother me; I just loved irritating him as a joke.

We've been dating for just over 3 years and they were the best 3 years of my life; I love tackling life with him.

"You need to stop that." He chuckles lightly, massaging my thigh.

"How about you give me a massage, darling?" He leans his back, looking up a me with a cheeky grin.

I smile. "C'mon, then." I say, getting up and attempting to pull him up.

He laughs, just letting me drag him to his dorm. I giggle the whole way, giddy about the fact I had an excuse to touch up Draco.

Who wouldn't be?

We arrive at his dorm and I push him down onto his bed."You're so sexy." He murmers.

I laugh, opening the drawer and grabbing some lotion. "You go to hard on yourself at Quidditch. I can literally see how tense you are."

I say, placing myself on top of him and slipping his shirt over his head. "Yeah, well I need to win. I'm a pro athelete, don't you know?" He jokes, hands on my waist.

I laugh and open the bottle, spreading lotion all over his upper body and started to work my fingers.

His fingertips tightened around my waist and he closed his eyes as I massaged the lower part of his stomach.

He whimpered a little; so quietly that I don't even think that he realised.

I have to massage his shoulders and upper body now, so I shuffle on his lap to reach up there.

Yeah, I feel it.

"Y/n. Stop that, you're gonna get me hard." He warns, groaning and opening his eyes, looking at my legs.

"Maybe I want you to be." I mumble, continuing to massage his shoulders.

He smirks, shaking his head and breathing out as I press my fingers down harder but still comfortably.

Draco groans, reaching his arms back out and placing his hands around my body, thumbs resting just beneath my breasts.

"Draco." I whisper, feeling him grow hard between my legs.

"Just keep going." He says, voice hoarse and eyes squeezed shut.

I keep massaging his body, my hands moist and the only sound in the room being his and my heavy breaths.

I can literally feel this man getting harder by the moment and my core starts throbbing, my clothed clit pressing right down on his dick.

"Draco." I whimper, stopping my hands and starting to subconsciously grind my hips against him.