the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

l.b Ѽ save a horse

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you had almost forgot why the two of you had even broke up. there he was, sat man- spreading on the sofa, white cowboy hat on, shirt nowhere to be seen, fake scars and blood all over, black jeans on. your uterus was practically begging for him to breed you for the rest of your life. you watched from afar, dressed up as a slutty angel, cocktail in hand. enzo spoke to his friends, laughing along with whatever they were saying - you were unable to figure it out due to the music deafening you.

"staring is not gonna get you far," draco spooked you as he spoke.

"i wasn't staring," you took a sip of your alcoholic drink, pretending that your body was not totally just calling for enzo to fuck you until the early hours of the morning.

"yeah? you were just about drooling over the boy," draco chuckled.

"i was not," you denied.

"right, then i'm sure you wouldn't care if another girl just sat on his lap?" your body did a 180 as it turned around, looking for a girl to be sat on enzo's lap but there was no one. "see? you nearly gave yourself whip lash turning."

"shut up," you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "so, how come you're bothering me and not necking off with some girl tonight?".

"that's what i came here for, actually. we could do some tit-for-tat, i want to make out withyou," your jaw dropped.

"you what?" you were still trying to comprehend the absolute shite that just came out of his mouth.

"what? i get to make pansy jealous by kissing you, and hopefully loverboy over there will finally come over. he's been pissing me off all week, non stop talking about how he's been wanting to get back with you," draco explained.

you audibly scoffed, "he hates me."

"if hate means 'i just want to kill any other twat who looks at her - fuck i can't even imagine how i'm going to control myself when i see her at the halloween party', then yes - enzo does hate you," you rolled your eyes at draco's sarcasm.

"he'll know - blondes aren't exactly my type," you leaned against the counter.

draco placed a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. "boo-fucking-hoo, you want a good shag tonight or what?".

you contemplated it.

one pro : possible hook up with enzo. one con : making out with draco. but when you remember how well enzo knew your body and how he could have you orgasming and your legs shaking in minutes, the pros were starting to outweigh the cons.

"fucks sake," you slammed your drink down, hands meeting the back of draco's head as you pulled him in. his lips crashed against yours, one hand getting lost in his hair meanwhile the other stayed still as you held draco in place. he pressed into you, your back leaning slightly against the counter as one hand respectfully stayed on your hip, the other (not so respectfully) reaching down to your miniskirt, giving your ass a firm squeeze.

you moaned at the feeling of his hand on your ass. but it didn't feel right - the way draco's tongue was all up in your mouth was nowhere as intoxicating as enzo. speaking of the devil - his eyes were set on you. and draco. his fist clenched, veins popping out, and they looked like they were about to explode. he got up - leaving his boys mid convo as their eyes followed him. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" your eyes opened, draco pulling away from the kiss quickly.

"what? can't a man just make out with a girl?" draco laughed, knowing fine well how to push enzo's buttons. speaking of buttons, enzo's were pushed. his fist - the same on clenching earlier, instantly met with draco's jaw. "you twat!" draco spat out some blood from his mouth, the liquid dripping down his chin.