Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Draco opens the door. His hand placed on my lower back is already tugging up the hem of my shirt.

He seems to look anywhere but my eyes. His eyes scan my neck and jaw then they drop to my legs. His eyes are darker now and cloudy.

He kisses my jaw again. I yelp when his teeth push down on my skin. Draco pushes our bodies together and it electrifies me in a way that makes me regret ever running away from his touch.

My finger pokes in one of the holes of his button down. With another swift movement I slide another finger to unbutton three.

Curiosity seems to bite away at me after feeling his hard stomach press up against my own body.

Sure enough as he pushes me down to sit at the foot of his bed my assumptions are correct. He has a lean build, I assume from quidditch but even Harry isn't like this. My thoughts stare down at his stomach, picturing myself holding him down as I place wet kisses lower and lower.

I swallow and my voice squeaks, "I know a contraceptive spell."

He's towering over me.

Why am I so fucking awkward?

His eyebrow upturns, his top lip folding into a smirk. "Who taught you that," he pauses taking a step closer to me, "princess."

The way his words fell off of his tongue, so perfectly, makes me fidget the blanket under me.

I can smell his cologne again.

Draco's look is hungry. I want to know what he's thinking. If he's thinking the same thoughts as I am as he towers over me. Is he as nervous?

"You want to know what I'm thinking?"

How does he know?

In a swift push I lay on my back with him over me. His hands pinning down a wrist at my sides. 

This is really happening. It's all so slow, like we are both holding our breath.

I nod.

His eyes seem to laugh at me. Saying 'if only you knew'. He seems to speak through his eyes a lot.

"You like astronomy right? Not just the class but the stars?" He speaks softly.

Definitely not what I expected.

"Uh, yes?"

"Close your eyes."

I do as he says with ease.

"Picture the stars."

He kisses my lips and slowly trails down my neck. He's hesitate to do so, but his teeth graze upon my jaw again.

I squirm as he pulls apart. I just know there'll be a bruise and I have no idea how I'll be able to explain that to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Draco tugs at my sweater needingly. I sit up to raise my sweater over my face and the cold hits me. I've always liked the cold better.

Again I'm pushed back down. This time is feels ten times better with his own bare chest against mine. He stares down at me.

In a moment he faults, his grip on my wrist loosening by my lips places around neck and then his adam's apple.

Finally my hands meet his waist and then his belt.

His hips buck in a short fast moment. I've barely even touched him.

I pull my lips off of his neck and ask for approval.

"I can do it myself." He says lowly.

My eyebrows raise and my mouth forms a smirk. "Is that so, Draco?"