Draco roughly mumbles under his breath a spell unlocking the door to the classroom and shoves me inside with no hesitation. I felt conflicted. The smart side of me knew that this was such a stupid idea, and that Draco doesn't even deserve to touch me, and that I will definitely regret this tomorrow morning. However, the other, confusing side of me, wanted to be in Draco's presence. I liked how he made me anxious, he kept me on my toes, and how he's different.All the other boys are straight up with you and boring. They're vanilla, they whisper sweet nothings in your ear, thinking that you've never heard such erotic words come out of a males mouth before, when they actually all say the same thing. Malfoy is different, he has this aurora and vibe that just isn't like anyone else, and it's fascinating. He will never tell you how he feels, not with his words anyway. You sense his feelings through his body language and facial expressions, which in my opinion, is so much more powerful.
He rapidly slams the door behind me and looks at me coldly, in silence. I shoot him an awkward drunken smile, not really too sure what to do.
He cups my cheek softly with his hands, still slightly warm from mine.
A devilish smirk grew wider on his face as he watches me melt by his touch. Then, pushing me suddenly against the wall, his lips crash with mine.
He was an amazing kisser.
His hands travel around my body. Starting with the roots on the top of my head, scrunching up my hair, making it look like a bloody birds nest. He played with my hair roughly as he dove deeper into the kiss, making it so much more passionate. Then, he made his way down to my neck, gripping it slightly, causing me to let out a soft moan, interrupting our kiss. I bite his lip gently, hinting to the blonde boy that I want him.
His arms are all of a sudden wrapped around my waist. He grabbed the sides of my body so hard, it was like some sort of energy shot through him, changing him into some sort of freak.
He lifts me up from the ground and carries me over to a table, placing me down, observing me with hungry eyes.
I lean forward towards him, placing kisses on his rough neck. His fingertips fiddle through my dress, trying to unzip it.
He then lightly squeezes my inner thighs, teasing me.
"Tell me you want me." He orders.
"Draco I-" I mumble.
"Fuck, why do you have to be so perfect" he says angry under his breath.
"I want you Draco." I state, and just like that he begins playing with me.
A little whimper escapes my mouth by surprise. He refuses to break eye contact with me as his fingers speed up more and more, as I unwind by his touch.
It's like he was controlling me. His touch was amazing, it was like fireworks were going off inside of me by his touch. He made me feel things other boys have never made me felt. Yes, i've been with other boys and they've done things to me, but this was something else. He was experienced. He was dominant, he was desperate to please me, my moans fed him, and I loved it.
At this point, my whole body was tingling, my legs were shaking. Draco was grinning at the sight of my breaking in front of him. Whenever he sees me, i'm always so tense, but right now, I am free. I have given myself to him.
"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he teases.
I look at him with innocent eyes as my teeth dig into my lips, trying not to let a loud moan escape my mouth.
He chuckles at my weakness, speeding up his pace in his fingers, trying to ruin me.
And just like that, I became undone for him. No boy has ever made me finish before. Especially not without sex.
My breathing is heavy and my body feels fragile.
He grabs my face with his other hand, then shoves his fingers inside of my mouth.
"This is what I do to you y/n? I only touched you." he mocks me as I suck his fingers submissively.
And just like that, he gets up, moves further away from me and leaves the room.
Leaving me there, alone.
Drunk, conflicted, and alone.
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A/N: sorry this chapter was so short!
i promise longer chapters soon :)
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Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)
FanfictionPaper Planes. Back and fourth torture, reminding her of who she is, a silly little Muggle-born. Will he ever break her? What does Malfoy really want? • a Y/N story • ongoing story (still writing) • includes some smut and mature topics.