Poking The Dragon - 𝐃.𝐌 / 𝐌.𝐂

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃, grabbing a shirt that was laid out neatly on his bed. "Do you remember last night?" I say, looking into his icy eyes, a slight glimmer of mischief visible in them. "Yes." He whispers as he pats on the spot beside him. I sit down and our legs touch, exciting me in some kind of way. 

"And no, we didn't fuck. You were way too wasted. I didn't want to take advantage of you, and besides I don't think it would've been very good." He says with a snicker, I jokingly punch his arm.

"I bet even drunk Emilia could rock your world." I say, crossing my arms and giving him a daring smirk. "Let's try it out at the party next week." He says, turning his head and staring at me. I feel something invisible pulling me towards him, I lean in naturally and our lips collide in a new kind of way. 

Hesitant and softly, it kind of scares me. We've never had a sweet kiss before, they've all been hungrily, rough and hot. I pull back carefully, unsure of how I feel. "That was..." I start, "Weird, yeah I agree." He says coolly, getting up and walking around the room. "We're too comfortable. We slept together without actually sleeping together." I say, scrunching up my nose. My eyes widen and I fake a gasp,

"Oh god, we're a couple."

He laughs and shakes his head, "Calm down Drew." However, I'm still in panic mode, he was all I wanted for the past two weeks, I couldn't think about anything else and now it's already boring me? Even though we haven't even slept together yet. "Try it again." I say with a serious face, "What?" He's still laughing softly at my panic mode, "Kiss me Malfoy. Please." He stands up and walks towards me, "This reminds me of you begging for me that first time, do it again." He narrows his eyes at me, "Please, Malfoy. I'm being serious here, kiss me."

Before I know it, his hand is clasped around my neck and he pushes me against the wall, causing some photo frames to fall down to the ground. My heart starts racing, pounding even. "Beg." He whispers, his eyes darkening. 

"Please." I whimper, feeling my legs grow weak beneath me. He grins and presses his body to mine, feeling his dick against my lower stomach. A moan escapes from my mouth, revelling in his dominance. He kisses my jaw softly and finally kisses my lips. This time it isn't hesitant and soft. Now it's rough and hungrily, now it's right. He feels like a drug, and I'm addicted. "Jump." He whispers, and I do so without questioning. He holds me tightly as I wrap my legs around him.

He leads me over to the bed, throwing me on it. Yes, throwing me on it. I swear, he's in the mood to break something. He messes around in his nightstand and finally takes out his Slytherin tie. My eyes widen, what the hell is he thinking? "Turn around." He says, his voice deep and out of breath. I do as he says without thinking twice. He ties my hands together behind my back, the tie is digging into my skin, but I quite like the pain. He traces down my back softly, planting kisses as he goes. He slaps my arse hard; a loud moan escapes my lips.

He takes his sweet time placing kisses all over me, touching me everywhere and making me quiver and moan. "Are you ready?" He groans, I nod, not able to speak anymore. He pushes me up on my knees, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back till my back collides with his bare chest. I sit down on his very hard dick and let out a loud moan. "Fuck, it feels so good." He murmurs, forcefully pounding his dick into me. He grabs my tit and aggressively squeezes it. Playing with my nipple. He turns me around and faces me, there's a cold glare in his eyes, meeting mine. He enters me again, this time never losing eye contact.

We fuck for what feels like hours, teasing each other until we've finally reached our climax. We're standing against the wall, my bare back touching the cold stone wall. He's flicking his fingers against my clit whilst aggressively fucking me, his mouth latched on to my neck, he left like 3 hickeys already. It feels like he just won't stop bruising my neck. I feel my climax building up inside of me as electricity courses through my body, he kisses me roughly. 

"I'm so close." I moan against his mouth; he kisses me passionately. "Good." I tilt my head back in pleasure as I feel a wave of ecstasy washing over me. He wraps his arms around me as he digs his nails in my skin. I feel him cumming inside of me. He takes a step back, taking his still hard dick out of me.

It feels weird, I finally got what I wanted, we fucked. What's next? "I'll grab you a towel." He says with a smile, disappearing into the bathroom. "Thanks!" I shout after him. I shuffle towards the bed with my legs still pushed together, trying to not spill anything on the floor. He walks back in, he put on a boxer short whilst he was getting a towel. His boner still visible throughout it, "Here you go." He hands me the towel as I put it in-between my legs. "Thank you." He sits down next to me.

"So, what do we do now?"