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myloveoffanfics · 2 years

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Pairings: Azriel x f!archeron!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, soft!dom!Az, fingering, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, love making, pet names (pretty girl, bunny, sweetheart), corruption, hair pulling kink

Summary/Request: based off this ask

Word count: around 3.1k

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You never knew how you got into this situation. Your back pressing against the wall in the hallway, Azriel caging you in.

He had lost the last ounce of control he held around you after you let yourself shamelessly flirt with him. After everyone began retreating to their rooms, you had stayed with him, ignoring the knowing glances and glare from your sisters. Something had stopped you, paused you when your lips grazed his. He couldn't hold it in this time, he had to know.

"Hi," you voice barely a whisper as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. Your body arched against your will, craving the heat seeping from him. Azriel's arm slid around your waist, pulling you flush to him. Dipping his head, Azriel noses at your jaw, "Hi, pretty girl." Your stomach tightens from his chosen pet name, a small whimper escaping your lips. Azriel swears he'll die if he never hears that sound again.

Your hands slide up his arms, over his leathers and the muscles you can feel beneath them. Until your arms are slung around his shoulders. Azriel rests his forehead to yours, "Why do you run from me?" He's everywhere, his scent wrapping around you, "Am I not-"

Your lips meet his in a soft kiss, short and sweet yet you allow your eyes to flutter close for a moment. Azriel, for once was taken by surprise, chasing your lips once you broke the kiss.

Azriel has been waiting for this since he first laid eyes on you. The shadowsinger almost didn't trust his ears. But his shadows seemed to be whispering, repeating the words which fell past your lips.

"I want you, Azriel. As my...my mate."

Azriel knew the term was still strange on your tongue, so accustomed to human expressions. He remains silent, taking in your words. "I've never lay with anyone before," You admit to him, "But I want to, with you. I think nerves simply got the better of me."

Azriel's hand cups the side of your face and you lean into the touch. "I want you, y/n Archeron. I've wanted you for so long." Azriel steals the breath from you, his lips slanting over your. A perfect fit. Made for each other. His tongue teases the seam of your lips, a question. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair as you part your lips, an answer. Azriel guides your tongue with his own, swirling and mingling as he explores your mouth.

It's your turn to chase his lips when Azriel reluctantly pulls back, he chuckles at your attempt. Pulling your self closer to him, your eyes grow wide. You can feel him. Part of him. Pressing against your stomach, it's a struggle to contain the whimper which threatens your throat. "We don't have to. If you're not ready."

You give his locks a tug, "Back out now, shadowsinger and I'm going to be pissed," You breathe out. Azriel grins, canines poking out. You bite your lip thinking about how they would feel sinking into your skin.

Azriel presses his lips to your jaw, kissing lightly before he begins his decent. Down your neck, his mouth trails your skin. "Maybe I should, leave you here all wet and needy," His words are hot against your neck, your thighs squeeze together, relieving some building tension. Azriel knows he could never, he needs you. The smell of your arousal was making him stupid with lust. But he enjoys teasing too much. "You can feel how I have these last few months."

Leaning your head back, you bare your neck to him. A loud whimper sounds from you, "Please don't! Please, Azriel! I need you."

Your begging sets something off in Azriel, a need he's never felt before. He groans into your neck, leaving one last, hot and wet kiss, one he knew would stain your pretty skin. And then he's guiding you along the hallway, arm still wound around you.

Your room is closer. Azriel pushing the door open to allow you to stumble inside with him. His lips were back on you in an instant, your lips, your jaw, your neck. Azriel's want to mark you, claim you taking over. You were accepting him so good, holding his head to you and encouraging him with breathy little moans.

Azriel walks back, his grip on your waist tugging you with him. He lowers to sit on your bed, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. "Take this off for me, bunny," Azriel says as he gently fists the skirts of your dress. You swallow hard, heat rising to your cheeks as you nod and take a step back. "Is my bunny getting shy?"

Azriel only smirks when you nod again. The look on his face makes your thighs rub together. Your fingers reach for the laces at the front of your dress, your eyes staying locked with the male on your bed as you slowly undo them. Once loose, you slip your dress off your shoulders and down your body, inch by inch, baring yourself to Azriel. His eyes follow. Raking over your breasts, your hips, thighs...Nothing but primal lust on his face as he sees you for the first time.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," Azriel sighs, bringing you closer to him, rough, ridged hands sliding over every curve of your body. You blush, looking away bashfully. His head dips to place a sweet kiss to your navel, whispering, "My pretty little bunny." His arms wrap around your body so Azriel could flip you underneath him on the bed and you gasp softly when your back hits the soft sheets.

Azriel is on his knees on the bed, shirt now discarded. Your eyes trace the swirls of black inc covering the expanse of his chest and shoulders, the patterns so beautiful on his skin. His wings tower behind him, shadows dancing around the peaks. You feel inclined to reach out and play with the dark wisps. Azriel flares his wings and you tug on your bottom lip, thighs squirming together. You take in the faint scars, the colours, the span. Your eyes drop to where Azriel's hands are opening his pants, working them off. He smirks at your whimper, knowing exactly what's caught your attention.

You're brought back when you feel the graze of Azriel's hands sliding up your thighs. His fingers hook into your underwear, slowly dragging them down your legs. "Have you ever touched yourself, pretty girl?" You shake your head. Never before having had the privacy to do so. Still, your answer seems to have set something off in Azriel, his eyes darkening. "Oh, bunny," Azriel purrs, spreading your legs apart and making your body heat up from the exposure, "Gonna let me make you feel good?"

Azriel's eyes wander to your core, you flush under his gaze. "Please." The dull throbbing between your thighs has grown stronger, almost unbearable. You need him to do something, anything to help you relieve the tension.

"I know, bunny," Azriel settles between your legs, pressing his lips to your inner thigh, "Let me take care of you," He inhales deeply, your scent intoxicating. Azriel lost his restraint, he'd tease you, mark up your pretty thighs another time, next time. Right now he's desperate to taste you. He knows you need his tongue too, your hips are squirming and your slick cunt is glistening in the dim light of the room. Begging him to lap it all up, drown in it.

Azriel dips forward, licking a slow, hot stripe up your sex. You shudder, releasing a shaky breath from the feeling. Azriel moans, guttural and long, his eyes fall shut as he basks in the sweet taste of your cunt, his tongue languidly stoking your folds, your entrance, your clit. You are by far the best thing the shadowsinger has ever tasted.

A soft cry leaves your lips when his mouth closes around your pulsing bundle of nerves, sucking. Azriel glances up to see the blissful look on your face. Your hips raise slightly, arching into Azriel's mouth while his tongue flicks across your clit. He watches your jaw drop in a long moan, "Oh my...Azriel...that's!" You're lost for words, the sensations he's giving you feel so strange yet so amazing. And it's building, winding up and up in the pit of your stomach.

Azriel hums into your cunt, dipping his tongue inside your wet hole. He reaches to take your hands that were clenching into fists by your sides. He guides them to his hair, offering you his locks to hold onto. "Here, bunny." Your fingers tangle in Azriel's dark hair, tugging gently whenever he swirls his tongue over a sensitive spot that makes you gasp. "C'mon, harder bunny," He purrs when your nails rake across his scalp. Azriel sucks harshly on your clit, teeth ever so slightly grazing the pulsing nerves. You curse, grip on his hair tightening as you pull. Hard. Azriel growls lowly, "Fuck, good girl."

You whimper loudly, the praise setting your skin on fire. Azriel's fingers gently prod at your entrance and you bite your lip, gazing down at him. He slips a long, thick finger into your pussy, pumping slowly as your walls constrict around him. He adds another finger while he groans out a mumbled prayer, "You're so tight, bunny ." You can only whimper in response, feeling his fingers drag over your hot, spongey walls. They're curling, searching for something. "Don't know if my cock is gonna fit, sweetheart."

Pleading eyes stare down at the male, a pathetic whine falling past your lips, "Then make it fit! Please!" Your face grew hot in embarrassment when your own words repeat in your mind. He was corrupting you into a needy little thing so easily. Azriel could've came right there, seeing how desperate you were for his cock. You were already sinking to begging, how could he deny you? "Alright, pretty girl. We'll make it fit."

You felt relief at that. Quickly replaced when Azriel's fingers quirk over something inside you, so sensitive it pulls an involuntary, strangled moan from your throat. You know Azriel is smirking against you, his ego swelling from the reactions he's pulling from you.

His mouth works your pulsating clit. Sucking as his tongue flicks firm patterns across you. Azriel slips a third finger into your cunt, you whimper from the slight pain, knowing he needs to work you open as much as possible. It ceases back to pleasure and soon enough, you're writhing on the bed. Held down by Azriel's forearm in an act to keep your hips still.

That feeling in your stomach grows more prominent. It's like you're about to explode. Your legs are shaking, toes curling and you struggle to speak around a string of little high pitched moans. "Ah- Azriel..." You manage, confused by what's happening, you're gripping his hair in shaky hands.

Azriel can feel you squeezing his fingers, he knows your close. He also knows this is the first time you have been. He soothes you through muffled words, tongue still swirling around your clit. "I know...t's okay, bunny, give it to me. Let go, gonna catch you." You can't do anything other than what he says.

Your body locks up when you allow yourself to fall over a steeping edge. Waves of pleasure roll through you, a sensation you've never felt before. Your eyes have rolled back, mouth hung open in a silence cry and you can't help but close your thighs around Azriel's head. Half in attempt to get the male to let up, the other never wants him to stop.

Azriel's tongue and fingers don't stop the constant flicking and curling. Dragging the feeling out as long as he can.

Your hips buck into Azriel and you find your voice again. After gulping down a few breaths, you sob out, "Az...Az, p-please!" You're not entirely sure what you're begging for. His ministrations begin to slow. Azriel's tongue laps over your cunt, drinking up your slick release.

You swallow and glance down at Azriel. The sight you're met with is beautiful. There's a lazy smile on his wet lips as he groans deep in the back of his throat, "That's my good girl," His face his soaked with your juices, you can't even bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it. Not when his tongue darts out, catching your remaining essence on his lips. Your core clenches, remembering the way his tongue was doing just that somewhere else mere moments ago. "How'd you feel, bunny?"

His eyes are dark as he climbs up your body, engulfing you with his size. You release a sigh, a smiling at him, "Amazing." Azriel dips his head down to catch your lips with his own. A soft moan passes into his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue. You widen your legs for him to settle between and your breath hitches in your throat. Azriel's cock, hot and heavy and huge, rests against your sensitive cunt. You whine lowly and rock your hips against him, smearing your slick up and down the length of him. "Need more, don't you, pretty girl?" He nips gently at your jaw, "Gods, you're perfect."

You shiver, taking Azriel's face in yours hands, pulling his head up to look into his eyes. "You're perfect," A grin tugs at your lips, "And you're mine."

"Yours," He whispers in return. You giggle softly, his shadows tickling your skin as they envelope you. With another kiss to your lips, Azriel looks and reaches down to his cock. You bite your lip, muffling a moan when he runs his cock through your sloppy folds, teasing you. Your head tips back against the pillows, "Please," You sigh.

Azriel takes your hand, holding it by your head as he laces his fingers with yours, "Look at me, bunny." You do. And your jaw falls slack when Azriel's cock breaches your core. Azriel squeezes your hand, holding himself back, he's barely inside you. He wants nothing more than to sheath himself in your little cunt.

You already feel so full. It hurts a little but Azriel toys with your clit, his fingers heightening your pleasure. Azriel drops his head into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, "Almost, pretty girl, you're almost takin' all of me. My good girl," He's panting, refraining from thrusting to hard into you. You were squeezing him so tight, it was difficult for him to move.

You both moan loudly when he bottoms out. Your hand slides across his shoulders, up into his hair then down to graze his wing. You feel him twitch inside you. "Move, Az," You mewl, arching up to him, "Please move."

Azriel draws back, he takes your other hand so he can hold them both above your head. He's in control. It makes your stomach twist in arousal. His eyes burn into yours with a passion as his hips rock against your own. You cry out, "Oh, Gods!" He's so deep, stretching out your unused cunt so good. You can feel every vein and ridge of his cock sliding against your hot walls.

Azriel smirks down at you, setting a slow yet harsh, deep pace as he thrusts into you. "No god could make you feel like this, bunny," He groans, laying his forehead against yours. You whimper, wrapping your legs around Azriel's waist. "You're taking me so well, pretty girl," He moans deeply, "So good for me."

That sensation came back. You're close. His cock making stars dot your vision. Every drag in and out of your cunt felt so fucking good, you were gripping him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Each time Azriel plunged back into your warm, inviting heat, your head spun, his cock slipping deeper than you ever thought possible.

Your climax is stronger than the first. Your entire body trembles beneath Azriel, a layer of sweat coating your skin. Your mewls. Your gasps of pleasure are caught in Azriel's mouth. He swallows each one with desperation. You're squeezing his hands almost as tightly as your cunt is clenching around his cock. Over and over, your core throbs around him, dragging him into his own high.

Your name is a long groan into your mouth as his release fills you completely. Thick ropes of his cum spurting into your cunt, slipping out and making a mess of you both as he continues his slow thrusts. Softer now to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You kiss him, gently moving your lips against his. He responds with a soft hum, letting go of your hands to wrap his arms under you, around you. Azriel rolls onto his side, keeping his still half-hard cock wrapped in your heat. He wasn't ready to be away from your warmth yet. Just as you weren't quite ready to feel empty. Your arms wind around his neck as Azriel's wing drapes over you protectively.

"That was so good...so good," You finally say after laying in comfortable silence. Azriel chuckles, nodding in agreement, dragging his fingers across your cheek to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your pointed ear.

"I'll have to take you to the house tomorrow, maybe the cabin. So, I can keep you in bed, bunny, all to myself," He nudges your nose with his, "I'm never going to get enough of you." You smile, hugging yourself closer to him. Your mate. You know you'll never get enough of him either. You almost whine knowing you'll have to leave Azriel's warmth briefly tomorrow, even though it results in more privacy for the both of you.

Embarrassment floods you for a moment, remembering you're still in your sisters home and neither of you were shy of being loud.

Azriel hums, bringing your attention back to him. "Suppose we'll have to start looking into a place of our own," He says, making your heart flip in excitement. Azriel's voice drops and he leans in to brush his lips by your ear, "Then I'll fuck you on every piece of furniture we have, bunny."

He doesn't miss your soft moan. Or the way your heat constricts around his cock. You slant your lips over his, mumbling as your hips slowly wind against him, "That better be a promise, shadowsinger."

Azriel hisses through a grin, the both of you still sensitive. "Of course," His fingers dance up your spine, "And I never break my promises."

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myloveoffanfics · 2 years

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Pairing: George Weasley x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, established relationships, fluff, unprotected sex

Spending summer at the burrow was definitely a good idea, the best one you could say. You’ve always had a soft spot for entire Weasley family, with all its noisy kids and fussy parents. Mrs Weasley accepted you as her own child the moment George introduced you to her, treating you with her usual love and tenderness. And so did Mr Weasley, occasionally inundating you with questions about how different muggle objects work. But the happiest about your stay at the burrow of all red-haired family seemed to be no other than Ginny, so desperate for a bit of woman’s company in a house with six men of different age living in. So, needless to say that you were sharing a room with her, to George’s great discontent

Weasley’s house was amazing, even despite all small cracks in the walls and creaking floors you found this place absolutely fabulous. But even such a lovely place had its flaws. Air circulation in such a peculiar building was horrible, and even despite almost all windows of the house being wide open for wind to come in, scorching heat didn’t seem to fade away even a lightest bit. And even now as you’re laying on a bed that Mr Weasley so nicely installed in a spare corner of Ginny’s small, but cozy room, you’re all covered in thin layer of sticky sweat even despite your covers being discarded long time ago

You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling through the thick darkness, you feel beads of sweat rolling down your temple, getting lost in your hair. You inhale deeply through your nose, lungs filling with hot air not easing your state in a slightest. You rise from soft mattress carefully, heading towards the door leading out of Ginny’s bedroom, trying to make as little noise as possible in order to not wake red-haired girl from her light sleep

Descending the stairs, skipping those that you know creak the loudest, you make it to the kitchen. The air here is a little bit cooler and you sigh heavily in slight relief as it hits your bare skin. You’re wearing nothing but George’s old shirt and your underwear, but even the obvious lack of clothing doesn’t help you dealing with the heat

There’s no need to turn the lights on as you know this kitchen as the back of your hand. You waddle towards the raw of countertops, grabbing spare glass and a jar of water from it. You fill the glass to the brim with a crystal clear liquid, bring it up to your lips and finish it in a few big gulps, repeating the process one more time

When your thirst is finally quenched you make your way to the sink, turning the tap on and washing the glass lazily, then discarding it onto the dish dryer rack. You crouch over the sink, relishing in the feeling of cold water running over the heated skin of your hands, filling handfuls of water and washing sweat off your heated face and neck. You turn the handle of a tap, shutting the flow of water

You’re about to turn around and head back to Ginny’s bedroom when you feel a pair of strong hands wrapping around your mid-section, causing you to jump in surprise

- Goodnight, my love, - you hear a hoarse voice right next to your ear, hot breath fanning over your flushed cheek. You swat lightly at one of man’s arms holding your body, wide grin stretching your lips

- Goddamnit George, you startled me! - you whisper-scream at your boyfriend, leaning your back into him, but as soon as his warmth hits your body you decide against it. Red-haired too feels the heat radiating from you and happily unwraps his arms, letting go of you, crouching over the sink himself and washing his face with delightedly cold water just like you did mere minute ago. In a dim moonlight pouring through open windows you note that he’s wearing nothing but his boxers and you feel kind of envy of him. You too want to discard the poor remainings of your clothes but don’t want to embarrass Ginny with your bare chest

- Can’t fall asleep too? - you inquire softly, leaning against the dining table, squinting at your beloved through the velvety darkness that is especially thick at this time of day - it was not too long until sunrise. You see the dark silhouette of a tall man in front of you nodding a few times as he parrots your actions, leaning against the table himself

- Can’t even imagine how’s Freddie sleeping in his bloody heat. I mean, he’s dead-asleep, I stumbled and fell over his bed and he didn’t even budge! Maybe he fainted? - George tells you in low voice and you giggle dorkingly at man’s words, but the possibility of Fred passing out because of the heat is more than real

- Maybe we should go check on him? - you suggest, earning a breathy chuckle from George as he shakes his head “no”

- He’ll be alright. Anyway it’s Fred we’re talking about, don’t be too sorry for him darling, - George shrugs his shoulders, and you’re about to start defending your boyfriend’s twin as his heavy sigh stops you from doing so. - God I miss cuddling you, this fucking weather’s thanking the best of me. Maybe we should go to the lake in the morning?

- So you can grope me in cold water? - you hit him with snide remark and he hums thoughtfully in response

- Exactly my dear, exactly, - George says in feignedly serious voice, making you giggle again. You can’t help but lean against red-haired’s torso, even despite all the brain-melting heat craving for his touch, just a few short seconds - that’d be enough. Surprisingly to you Weasley wraps one of his arms around your shoulders, leaning down closer to your face and whispering quietly:

- Let’s go to the bathroom

You gape at him for a few moments as George gets a soft grip of your hand, leading you up the stairs and towards the tiled room. Once you’re both inside and the door is shut tight behind you, younger of the twins leans in, placing a soft yet demanding kiss to your lips. You waste no time, wrapping your arms around red-haired’s slightly wet from sweat neck, drawing him in even closer

His big hands easily find their way under your (his) t-shirt, roaming and caressing every inch of your body, you can feel his hardening cock rubbing against your belly through the layers of fabric. George crouches a little, his calloused fingers slide down your bare thighs and the moment they get a firm grip of you - you jump, wrapping your legs around your boyfriend’s waist as he supports the weight of your body easily. He sits you on top of a small countertop littered with numerous bottles each containing different kind of shampoo, body wash and other pleasantly-scented liquids

You splay your legs apart for George to settle in-between them comfortably; his nimble hands make quick work shedding your t-shirt, discarding it on the cold tiled floor, immediately finding their way up to your tits, kneading pliable flesh. You whimper softly as he tugs and squeezes sensitive buttons of your nipples, arching your body into your boyfriend’s broad chest. His lips crash onto yours in a deep sloppy kiss, tongues tangle together messily

Your hands slide down from his neck, caressing soft skin of his chest, slowly making your way down to his crotch. You carefully palm George through his underwear, feeling his hard cock twitching under your touch. It’s been a while since you had sex, it’s hard to find a private place in a house full of energetic teenagers

- I want you. Right now, - you whisper breathily against George’s lips, and fortunately he takes your hint, hooking the elastic of your panties with his fingers and pulling them down your legs, taking the useless garment off. He then does the same with his boxers, kicking them off as they flood around his ankles, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock and pumping it lazily a few times

George’s other hand slides in-between your legs, scooping up your arousal with his index and middle fingers, smearing it all over your puffy pussy. His fingertips graze your entrance, teasing your hole with light touches, and when you’re about to start complaining red-haired pushes his digits softly in, meeting slight resistance of your inner walls caused by the lack of sex

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing gentle figures eight into the bundle of nerves, making you writhe under his touch. George carefully, not to cause any pain, scissors and curls his fingers up inside of you, stretching your pussy out for himself. Soon he adds the third finger and you mewl at the pleasant feeling, bucking your hips into your boyfriend’s hand, signaling that you’re ready to take him inside

Younger out of twins decides not to torture both of you any more, pulling his fingers out of you and then shoving his digits into his mouth, relishing in the ethereal taste of you. He holds his heavy cock, swiping the head of it up and down your slit, covering himself in your slick to ease the penetration before aligning himself with your fluttering hole

You hold in a breath in anticipation and soon enough George bucks his hips carefully, forcing himself into the heat of your body. Your head lolls back as he fully bottoms up inside of your pussy, his cockhead nudging your cervix. Red-haired starts pumping his hips against yours, picking up steady pace and you let out a loud moan, relishing in the feeling of finally being full

Suddenly you feel one of George’s hands being slapped over your mouth, trying to muffle all the precious sounds that slip past you kiss-swollen lips

- Honey, I don’t have a wand to cast a silencing spell. Be quiet, you don’t want the whole house to know what we are doing here, right? - George whispers in your ear and you nod in response frantically, biting into your bottom lip to suppress small whimpers and moans tearing through you

His fingers release your mouth and make their way down, roaming your smaller body and digging into soft thighs. George buries his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder, his hips snap into yours on a rapid tempo and he grunts against your skin. You run your hands up and down man’s muscular from quidditch arms causing goosebumps to rise up on his freckled skin

- Fuck, I missed this so damn much, - George groans quietly, his hot lips graze the skin of your neck, his hands roam all over your pliable form as he thrusts into you, guiding your hips to meet him halfway, deepening the penetration and causing both of you to roll your eyes back in pleasure

You sigh as he pulls out, and you barely manage to hold back a lecherous moan as he thrusts all the way back in. He pushes your legs further apart, changing by that the angle on which he’s fucking into you, and you distinguish George hissing a few profanities through clenched teeth

Your hand slides down to where your and George’s bodies connect, small fingers flicking over your swollen clit skillfully, pleasuring yourself. Red-haired groans at the sight, his pace becoming sloppy and abrupt as he feels your walls clamp around him. Your mind starts feeling fuzzy and body tenses, you feel your release quickly approaching

- Georgie, I’m close, - you whine meekly, grazing his sharp jawline with your lips in a weak attempt to give him a kiss. Red-haired nods curtly at your words, his ragged breathing fanning over your sweat-covered chest

- ‘m right behind you, - he rasps and you already start feeling knots growing tighter in your stomach, mild electric shocks circulating through your veins and to every smallest cell of your body

It takes only a few more deep thrusts to push you over the edge; pleasure rolls over your body wave after wave, crashing your whole being with thrumming pleasure. Your grip on George is so tight that you’re sure that you’ll leave bruises on his skin, but neither of you care. Weasley boy follows immediately after you, his hips lurch as he shoots his hot cum inside of you, painting your walls white, the prettiest little whimper escaping his lips

George rests his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing together as both of you try to catch your breaths, eyes closed euphorically. As your mind starts clearing out you realize just how hot it is in the once pleasantly chill bathroom, the air is stale and heavy, your and Geaorge’s body covered in sticky sweat

- We gotta take a shower, - you mumble quietly, feeling slightly tired but not sleepy at all. George hums in agreement, placing chaste kisses on both of your cheeks, causing you to smile weakly

- And then we can lounge on the couch before picking up others and heading to the lake, - boy suggests, now leaving a short peck on your lips

- Sounds great, - you sigh happily, leaning into his sweltering embrace

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myloveoffanfics · 2 years

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Paradoxical

Summary: When your ex husband draco finds you at a club that same things that led you far away from him, pave the way back.

Warnings: Smut. Blowjobs, vaginal penetration, cumplay, slight spit, mirror and sir kink. Ex!husband!Draco. Possessiveness with a dash of toxicity.

a/n: ahh yes, my assignments lay incomplete but i sure can write p0rn on a school night.

NAVIGATION

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The flashes of neon light flickered over his features, but those cold edges of silver remained unaltered, his eyes seemed to have been painted with his possessive and obsessive behaviours.

There was a part inside of you that wanted to do the classic throw-your-drink-at-your-ex act and this other part that was craving the antonym of that act.

Maybe you’d caught his paradoxical behaviour— the apple never falls too far from his tree.

“Babe, do you want to leave?” Hermione whispered, looking at you sympathetically.

Certainly not— he’d silently sent provocations to you a thousand times over, and there could never be a time where you would’t be prepared for a war— just like the old times.

“I think I’ll stay” Your voice had no cracks or crevices, and you kept your cool hard gaze on Draco as you answered her.

“You sure?” She questioned again, eyeing between you and Draco, and you simply gave a nod.

Draco smirked and his eyes met yours. The moment they did, his hands dusted off his coat and he soon stumbling out from the croud towards you.

His movements were more graceful than the dancers, even though he was simply fucking walking, he always found a way to make beauty.

“Hello darling” He said curt, his voice deep and smooth.

“Fuck you” You snapped back immediately, and his eyes widened at your response.

His hand fell over his chest dramatically as though your words made his heart ache, “That’s not very nice, I expected a far more sweeter response”

“Well, you’re my ex”

“Let’s be civil yeah? I still like you very much angel”

You huffed, eyes rolling and he caught that exact movement. You stared over at Hermione, who was looking as awkward as ever, shifting in her seat to somehow be a little more comfortable.

“I got it Hermione, you can leave” You leaned ahead and whispered. She gave a skeptical look and you reassured her with a smile.

From what she gathered, you two certainly wouldn’t go through the night without fighting or fucking. She didn’t feel like being a barrier tonight so then with a small peck on your cheek and with a small goodbye, she was off to finding Ron and Harry.

“Well” Draco said, looking ahead as she walked away, “Now that she’s gone, we can talk better”

“I have nothing to say to you”

He chuckled, swiping his thumb over corner of his mouth as he took a sip of his drink, his rings shining brightly and his viens prominent.

Draco had always had the most beautiful hands you’d ever seen. And a while ago, you were blessed to have that same hands pleasuring you in the most sinful of places— a privilege which you’d now lost.

“I see you still have the hand kink” His voice broke off your focus, and you were silent for several seconds shaking your head and scoffing.

“What are you doing here?” You asked defensively, pinching your eyebrows.

His teeth grazed his lip and his eyes traveled down your pretty body, noticing every perfection of that tight little black dress.

“Was it necessary to wear that” He sneered, not giving answers but rather more questions.

A giggle passed through you as his possessiveness came to surface, a reminder of why you left in the first place— well honestly you couldn’t just put blame on one thing, there were multiple reasons why you left but his jealousy was definitely one of them.

That giggle went silent the moment his warm large hand rested on your thigh, caressing and petting the soft skin, his rings leaving burns wherever they touched.

His fingers were barely ghosting over your panties, and your breath caught, your eyes quickly scanning over the room to see if anyone was paying attention to you two.

“Did want some random idiot’s dick? Is that why you’re so indecent tonight?”

“I—” Now your voice had cracks, you shuddered and throbbed as his words got more and more vulgur and much to your dismay, you got more aroused.

“There’s nothing— nothing, I hate more than the thought of my baby having to go to other people to get taken care of”

He sensed the libido, the clenching thighs and the darkened irises. His possessiveness got the best of him and he was willing to fall on his knees again, only for you.

“Don’t you want me to take care of you?”

—

His lips were soft but the way he kissed you was ravenous and rough. His tongue was moving along with yours, asserting dominance.

Your legs rested on his hips as he pressed you against the wall, kissing you deeply.

“Mine, mine, all mine” He muttered as he kissed along your throat and over your breasts. You moaned as he squeezed your arse, and grinded himself against your slit.

Suddenly, he pulled you down from him and you were left with wonderment before he pushed you down on your knees.

“You know what to do doll” He said, pulling your strands of hair back from your face.

“Yes sir” You only nodded with anticipation, hands trembling as you worked to unbuckle his belt. His breaths were ragged, and his hooded eyes fixated on your mouth.

His cock was hard as a rock, and heavy in your hand. You only needed to give him one firm stroke to have him grunting.

Your mouth wrapped around the head of him, licking up his tip and brushing and squeezing at the base of his thick lenght. Your eyes flicked up, maintaining contact as you took his entire shaft inside.

His fingers tensed, and your mouth sucked, and then bobbed back and forth, earning a throaty, ‘good girl’

The praise motivated you to make him feel ever better, your hand working at the base of him, stroking the flesh as you took the rest in your mouth.

“That’s it baby, you still take me so well” He groaned, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Soon, your eyes were watering and he was feeling that fimilar euphoria blooming down in his abdomen. When each one of his hands rested on the side of your face, yours rested on his thighs and you inhaled for what was to come.

His hips canted and thrusted into your mouth, your chin smeared with drool as he fucked your mouth. Your cheeks were stained with the tears that slipped down your pretty eyes.

“God, fuckin’ love this filthy little mouth” He grunted, pulling his cock out, spit connecting your lips with his head.

Your arousal smeared your thighs, it was almost painful. He was right in front and yet you hadn’t had him.

When you looked up, his expression was proud and satisfied, he gave your head a pat, muttering even more praises as he pulled you up. His thumbs cleaned up the remaining tears, kissing your nose and cheeks and healing the ache.

Draco pulled you up again, carrying you across his penthouse to his bedroom.

There were candles lit all around his room, and it gave everything a golden hue.

A whine fell from your lips as he pushed you down on the bed, “Draco please” You mewled, spreading your legs wide apart.

His pupils dialated, and he bent down to kiss along your thighs, your panties went down your legs, and he made it sure to make it absolutely excruciating.

He pulled at your knickers until they were down to your ankles and then he moaned as he stared at your possession.

“Fuck— I missed my girl so much” He spoke, kissing right abode your aching nub.

“And what about me?” You pouted, staring down at the blonde man between your thighs.

“Course I missed you too, silly” He sighed, “I just missed her more”

His finger prodded at your entrance, with a glance on your face, he pushed them inside and immediately curled them— and you cried out as his rings juxtaposed against his skin and the tips of his fingers scraped at that spot.

That feeling was lost soon, way too soon as he pulled them out. His grey eyes taking in the beautiful details of your responses. You looked at him avidly as he sucked on the arousal covered fingers.

“Still the sweetest”

“Please, please sir” You begged, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him towards you.

“Brat” Draco said, and swiftly turned you around, pulling your dress above your hips and cupping your arse.

He gave you a spank making you yelp in surprise. “That’s for earlier”

Draco spit on his shaft, jerking himself off and he still teased you and dragged out your desire. He aligned himself perfectly with you, and stayed still. He was always such a fucking tease.

With a strong thrust, he was buried deep inside. You trembled, gripping the sheets beneath you. His ripped muscular arm pulled you against his chest, keeping your skins together as he rut inside you.

“See how perfect I fit you?” His hand made you look right forward at the huge mirror in front of his bed.

And you stared at the sight of him and you. How you were filled with him so beautifully, how he was dragging your tits out from your dress, how his mouth was on your neck, and his arms around your waist.

When he gave a single hard thrust, you gave an embarrassingly loud gasp.

Then he gave a second and a third and several others and you were already shaking and struggling to keep yourself up.

You’d forgotten about the affect that he had on you. How much power he held.

His thrusts got harder and harder with a certain symphony hidden in them. “Oh fuck—” You sobbed, “I love your cock so much”

At that, he grunted loudly, and turned your head so that he could kiss you.

Your tits bounced as he got rougher, fucking you until he lost almost all control over himself.

It wasn’t until he felt you tighten unimaginably hard around him that he pulled out and you whined impatiently.

Draco manhandled you onto your back, he kissed you as he climbed on top of you, his hands sliding along your body.

He placed his palms on your thighs and pulled both of your legs up until they rested on his shoulders. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, cherishing the sculptured skin.

You whimpered as he sank inside again, drawing that coil inside you again. You were mesmerized as you stared at his sweaty broad shoulders and admired how your legs rested on them.

As he began to move inside again, you only stared at his face, and the illuminating orange colour of the lighting on him.

He was thrusting hard, trying to surpress feeling with the way his hips roughly met yours, with the way his lips moved with yours.

Your underwear dangled off your ankle as he pounded inside your pussy, leaving you shaking under him.

“I’m— I’m close”

Draco grunted, and his hand slid between both your bodies, drawing tight circles where the two of you met, “Cum for me”

And for him, you did. For him, you cried, and unraveled pleasure beneath him. Tears right at your eyes, like pearls decorating them, and your sobs and pants like melodies to his ears.

He pulled out quick, panting as he came and stained your flawless skin with his sin. His cum spilled over your belly and spread down to your pussy.

He panted near your shoulder and kissed it, feeling adoration come to surface, that one thing he’d tried to deny.

But all he could see was how the world was much more better and beautiful when you were present in his eyes, or in his arms.

And it was amidst all the lust and vexation, that you knew; knew that you were still almost as much in love as the first time the rays of the sun ever reached the earth— the first time you ever felt love for him sear through you.

His forehead rested against yours, and maybe it was the heat of the situation, but that possessiveness was appealing. You wanted it, you wanted him.

Draco kissed your cheek, “I want you back” and to that, you answered with a smile, a dimple forming right where he’d kissed away any doubts to not be called his.

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The Closet- Fred Weasley x Reader

Enjoy!! Does include some serious smut at the bottom!!

A smile rested upon your cheeks as you watched from afar. More so watching the one and only Fred Weasley as he was trying some of his new puking pastilles on the 1ST years. Watching as their faces twisted in disgust, and the laughter that flowed from Fred.

You were brought back to reality by a swift hand brushing your shoulder, you softly groaned as you turned away.

“Too busy watching lover boy?” your best friend Meg smirked as she watched the blush wash over your pale face.

You couldn’t find the words to try and excuse yourself from the embarrassment of watching the boy you have had a crush on for what seems like forever.

“You-uh-uh oh shush” you stuttered, only causing a bellowing laugh from your best friend as she took the seat next to you. You just gave her a small smile, clearly still embarrassed that she had caught you looking once again.

“Maybe you could start with hello.... instead of watching him from across the room.” She said softly as she watched you slowly turn your attention back to Fred and the smile that lit up his face.

“Hello? He wouldn’t even know who I was if I tried.” You said the defeat clearly lacing your tone as your smile slowly fell from your face.

Your best friend’s smile fell as she saw the defeat clear upon your features, “How could he not know the smartest witch in his year? If he doesn’t clearly, he’s dumber than I thought” she said bluntly, an echoing laugh coming from you.

“You do know that I can’t even say two words to him, correct? Who would be interested in that?” You murmured, carefully pushing your glasses farther onto your face. Sadness laced your tone. You knew that Fred would never be interesting in you. He wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction. You were like the Hermione Granger of Slytherin. And as your mother would say… “No one likes a know it all.”

Your best friend sighed; she knew where you mind went- “Then maybe he is just dumb” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. A giggle erupted from your throat, catching her off guard.

The both of you fell into a fit of giggles, unable to control the laughter than echoed through the hall. It felt like it was only the two of you, and her comment was the funniest thing in the world.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, as your giggles echoed through the hall you had caught the attention of a certain red head.

He watched on from across the Great Hall- watching as you tried to catch your breath from the laughter that rocked your chest. He could just barely make out the tears running down your face from the utter amusement.

He only wondered what was so funny. He continued to look on from his spot at Gryffindor table. Carefully watching as you wiped the tears falling down your cheeks, some splattering onto your green tie and white shirt.

You sat there, carefully wiping the falling tears from your face. It was the hardest you had laughed in a long time, the utter amusement of your best friend’s tone just sent you into a fit of giggles.

Placing your glasses back onto your face, you turned in the direction of the man you so desperately wanted to be yours.

But you were shocked… He was already looking at you, a soft smile etched on his features.

You looked away quickly, a red, hot blush spreading over your features as you hide your face in your long blonde hair. It was as if breathing became more difficult. You couldn’t believe he was looking at you, let alone the fact that you caught him looking.

Your eyes went wide, and blood ran cold as you realized- He caught you looking too…

Carefully, yet quickly you gathered your things. Praying he wasn’t watching you as you shoved your toast in your mouth- while simultaneously grabbing your bag and wand.

You brushed past your best friend, whispered a quick sorry as you rushed so very quickly out of the Great Hall. Praying that you weren’t being followed by the one person you knew you couldn’t face.

The empty corridors echoed as you rushed through, trying to get away from the interaction with Fred. Hoping that he really wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t see how flustered you got by the eye contact.

But you knew deep down, he was looking at you. You also knew, this time he actually saw you, not the small, quiet, wickedly smart Slytherin girl he sits behind in Potions.

Thoughts spun through your head, unaware of the footsteps following you. The echoes becoming even more overwhelming as your heart beat out of your chest.

You were in such a rush to get away, you didn’t even notice that you rushed into the restricted section of the castle. You just continued to try and get as far away from everyone and everything as possible.

You were drawn from your thoughts as you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm, carefully spinning them towards you.

You heart dropped as you spun around coming face to face with a certain freckled face, who was taking in your features slowly.

“Hey” he said, almost in a shy tone.

You opened your mouth, but you knew no words would come out. Taking a deep breath, you uttered the only sentence you could, one you have been trying to say forever.

“Hi Fred” you said, shyness also lacing your tone. It was the one sentence you had been trying to say since you met him 1ST year.

“You know you didn’t have to run out, right?” He said softly, letting go of your arm as he watched a blush coat your features once again.

“I-uh-uh-I I was embarrassed… it obviously wasn’t my best moment.” you said, clearly just defeated that you had been caught, not only looking at him but also running away.

He opened his mouth to softly comfort you, but he was interrupted by a sharp meow.

Both your eyes went wide as you saw Mrs. Norris and her blood red eyes looking narrowly at the two of you. You knew that Filch wasn’t far behind.

Fred gently grabbed your hand, pulling you down the corridor. You short legs barely catching up with his long steps he was taking. You both sighed as he pulled you inside a dark closet.

The meows distanced themselves from the outside of the door, silence began to engulf the both of you. It was then that you realized Fred still had a hold of your hand. You carefully pulled away- trying to hold yourself together.

Swiftly you turned back to the door, pulling on the handle gently as you just tried to escape this situation all together.

But the door didn’t open.

“Fred- the door is locked” you said nervously.

He just sighed, brushing past you and roughly pulled on the handle. But of course, it didn’t open for him either.

“I-uh I think we are stuck” he said, laughing as he sulked back into his corner of the closet. His laughter just continued to bounce off the walls.

"Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now. I just want to get out of here." you hissed unintentionally as you fumbled around the dark closet.

His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You felt the annoyance in his laughter beginning to push your buttons.

Merlin, you were locked in a closet, and he found it more than amusing.

"Glad to know you find this so funny." You stated, anger dripping from your words.

Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.

“Maybe it’s locked because we need to talk…” he suggested. You knew he wanted to talk about the fact you were looking at him earlier, but you had no words. Nothing to even try to defend yourself.

“Fred- I don’t want to talk” you said, still trying to jiggle the doorknob. You were praying it would just open so you could escape this dreaded conversation.

You knew the minute you opened your mouth that the words of love were going to desperately escape from your locked vault. You were so desperately in love; you didn’t even know what to say to him.

Carefully turning your head, you caught his darker eyes. You could see the lack of sleep covering his features, his soft stubble that was starting to show on his chin, the freckles that danced along his features.

Before you even knew it, you were moving closer. Your lips barely touching his before you felt the fireworks shoot through you. Your eyes opened, looking deeply into his. He was looking just as deeply back into yours.

You leaned forward again, placing a swift hand on his cheek. The fireworks were shooting through you as you kissed him once more. His hand finding it’s way to your hair and around your waist, pulling your smaller figure into him.

Nibbling carefully on his lip, a small moan escaped from his lips. You couldn’t believe that this was happening right now.

His hands slowly made their way down to your ass, squeezing. It drew a loud moan from your throat as you leaned in closer to him.

You pulled away; your lips hot from the kiss. Carefully you undid the buttons to his white button down, feeling his abs as you slowly undressed him. His shirt fell to the floor, as you made your way to his pants, popping the button carefully.

His eyes watched you intensely as you got on your knees, slowly dragging his pants down his legs as you kept eye contact.

His cock clearly outlined in his boxers as you carefully pulled them down his legs as well. You caught his eyes, almost to get his approval before taking his cock in your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his thick cock, saliva running down your chin as moans softly fell from his lips. His hands found their way to your hair, roughly pulling causing a moan to come from you as well.

You carefully pulled away from him, locking your lips with him once again. His large hands pulled you close, carefully undoing the buttons on your shirt. Slipping it off your shoulders, your white lacy bra showing on your sun kissed skin.

He carefully kissed down your neck, softly sucking as he made his way to your breasts. He carefully caught your eye, silently asking for your approval. You nodded softly, as he undid your bra- softly kissing your nipples and breasts. The moans silently slipped from your lips as you laced your fingers in his ginger hair.

He continued to give your breasts all the attention as you moaned more, “Freddie… fuck me. I need you”

A wicked smile crossed his features as he carefully lifted your skirt to reveal the lack of underwear you were wearing.

“Oh- naughty. No panties?” He moaned, pressing hot kisses to your neck.

“All for you…” you moaned as you turned your back to him, bending over. His hand brushing against your nub, carefully swirling in circles before you felt his tip graze against you.

His tip was at your entrance, teasing you gently. You moaned at the contact before he entered you in one quick move, your moans echoing through the closet. Fred continuously pounding deeply into you, as he pulled your hair.

He carefully flipped your around, his lips slamming onto yours. The hot closet and Freddie inside of you sent your body into overdrive. He quickly picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

Your climax was fast approaching, and Fred could feel you beginning to tighten around him. He carefully reached down rubbing your sensitive nub.

“Are you mine? Tell me baby” He groaned out as he continued to slam into you.

“Y-Y-Yo-Yours” you moaned loudly, as your climax overcame you. Fred could feel you pulsating around him which only caused him to lose it. He moaned as he filled you up with his hot seed, causing you to moan at the contact.

Your legs felt like jell-o, as you carefully pulled your shirt back on. Quickly turning to Fred, placing a soft kiss on his lips as you turned, pushing open the door which thank goodness was unlocked now.

Sending a wink in Fred’s direction as he pulled his clothes back on. He sent you a soft smile, knowing good and well he was going to see you later. You carefully turned, heading towards your common room.

And all of a sudden you were wondering where you got the confidence, as you slowly skipped away from Fred. But you knew that the closet, and those moments with him had changed you forever.

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a little more | george weasley smut

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader warnings: it's smut. hehe. innocence kink, dom!george, GEORGE WEASLEY. prompt: "your moans sound so fucking hot and all I did was just squeeze your ass" "does this means you'll scream my name later?"

a/n: sequel to for what it's worth. 🥳 again, all of my smuts that are situated in hogwarts are set in fifth year and hogwarts education started at 14 years old.

summary: to say that y/n wanted more of what george had given her the last time they were together was an understatement. i mean, nothing could go wrong with wanting a bit more, right?

Y/N was high. Well, high on sex and George Weasley. To say that Y/N wanted more was an understatement, especially if the actions alone were what consumed her mind every fleeting second. She just couldn't help it; one day she was cursing George out of annoyance, then on the next she was cursing him because he was pleasing her to a mind-blowing orgasm that she was always ashamed of admitting indirectly to George the next day when they passed by each other by the halls.

It was something that had started to grow on her. And while the sex (although they were not in that stage yet) was already more than satisfactory, she can't help but see the ginger lad in a different light. As much as she wants to hate him with every fibre of her body, she just couldn't.

Not when George takes care of her after. Not when George looks at her delicately even though his mouth and hands had been doing such sinful acts that his rather soft facade had been hiding for Merlin knows how long.

Y/N likes George Weasley. There, she admits it. At the very least, to herself. The swelling of her heart was something that couldn't be just ignored; and the fact of even giving her virginity to George had passed her thoughts once in a while had been much more of a confirmation than not.

The trust that she had inadvertently given George was something the both parties did not expect. And while it was still not verbally discussed, Y/N and George knew. George knew how much big of a deal this is, and he is willing to do everything just to give her adoration and - of course, the greatest sex of her life.

But George, being George, who may have acted out of his denial about his feelings to Y/N, had of course acted in such rational manner – keep Y/N at arm's length, even though it pained him because he knows doing so gives such a wide array of opportunities for other men and women to fall for her and steal her from him.

Clearly, they were on the same page – emotions, and idiocy-wise. Until it was all too unbearable for Y/N, because she wanted more. Hell, she needed more. And Y/N, being a "competitive lass" as George would describe her, she would get that. No matter how it takes.

But what takes Y/N so long in trying to knock the door to the shared dormitory of Fred, Lee, and George? Nerves, perhaps? She couldn't quite place a finger on it. Now, while knocking on the door may seem a bit easier, verbalising what she had been thinking of these past months was another thing.

Alas, her thoughts halted and nerves increased as the door of the dormitory opened and lo, and behold, George was standing in front of her. Her throat running dry in an instant, seeing how he exuded a glow that she was positive that only he could muster.

"Oh, Y/N!" he smirked, folding his arms over his chest and leaning on the doorframe. "Fancy seeing you here on a fine, Saturday afternoon. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Are Fred and Lee there?"

George raised his eyebrows, laughing slightly at what Y/N had asked him. "Don't worry, Y/N," he says, pausing to look behind her to see if anyone can see him pulling Y/N towards his bed.

"I'm all alone, I'm all yours." He says before pulling her over his body, lips attaching on her jaw as he left open-mouthed kisses as his hands raked over her sides, squeezing her arse as he bit on her collarbones.

Y/N's moans were music to George's ears, "Your moans sound so fucking hot and all I did was just squeeze your ass," he chuckled, thumb pushing down on her chin to meet his eyes, "Does this means you'll scream my name later?" he teases, licking her jaw downwards to where the slight purple bruise had been forming on her collarbone from just a awhile ago.

He took Y/N's moments of bliss as his opportunity to flip them both, now pinning Y/N on the bed. "So beautiful," he murmured, trying his best not to kiss her. It was an unspoken rule, George, even though he had been the first to initiate this whole intimate aspect of their so-called acquaintance, had never pushed her in boundaries. His respect for Y/N was astounding, and Y/N admires him for that.

That is why, George just kisses every inch of her skin, hoping that Y/N gets the meaning behind every tender kiss. Just like how George instantly kisses the valley of her breast when he had successfully taken her top off, taking his time in each breast. Right arm leaning on the bed for support of his body as his left went to take hold of Y/N's right breast. Alternating between squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipple, his mouth was simultaneously sucking and licking her right breast, relishing in the squeals and breathy moans coming from her mouth.

"Fucking hell, Georgie, feels –" she pauses to arch her back to George's touch, toes curling in such little action, "So good." she finishes, teeth biting harshly on her lower lip.

George smiled, switching his hands, now moving his mouth to suck now on the left breast, giving the same and equal attention he had given to the right breast. At this moment, Y/N had noticed George begging to dry hump her through her trousers. And Y/N, feeling bold as ever, had let her hand travel to George's crotch, cupping him where he's rock hard.

The ginger groaned in shock, halting his action to look at the hand between them. "One bloody daring blossom, you are," he smirked, eyes rolling back suddenly as he felt her hands rubbing him through his trousers. "Didn't even need my orders, just did it on instinct," he moaned, hips thrusting to her hands as he went back to sucking her breasts but now faster.

His hands went to Y/N's trousers that was sure was tighter on her than normal. While he liked how Y/N looked in those, he sure as hell was annoyed how he took extra time in pulling it down. He looked down and unbuttoned her trousers, and in such animalistic manner, he swiftly pulled it down and his hand immediately cupped her sex, Y/N halting her action on George's clothed cock in an instant to let out a moan.

George groaned, "Would you look at that, all wet. This for me, baby?" he asked, voice almost velvety.

Y/N nodded, "You, just for you, Georgie,"

He smiled, "Glad to know, I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't." And in an instant, her underwear was pushed to the side and was immediately filled by two of George's fingers, causing Y/N to squeal in return.

George went from scissoring to curling his fingers to hit her g-spot, which made Y/N moaning his name in long drawls and cry out of pleasure. And as Y/N arched her back towards him, George leaned on his left elbow, as his left arm wrangled around her body to support her on her back, then leaning forward to lick her neck. His left hand squeezing her left breast as his right hand had opened her in such ways Y/N knew only George could do.

"That's it, that's it, flower." George cooed, quickening his pace and then bringing his thumb to her clit for him to rub as Y/N lightly jolts in pleasure. Y/N's eyes almost rolled back at the back of her head in immense euphoria, strings of cuss words and George's name were all that tumbled out of her mouth. She held on for dear life on George's shoulder, and as she felt the familiar knot in her stomach, she knew she would be coming any moment.

George knew as well, that's why he continued his actions and increased his ministrations. Pulling away from her neck to watch her face lost in bliss, he had inserted another finger in her tight pussy, groaning as he feels her walls clenching around her finger.

"Gods, you feel so amazing," he groaned, "You're close, love? Gonna come? Gonna come for Georgie?" he asked, to which Y/N had nodded vigorously. "Then come, love. Come for Georgie."

And Y/N, just like the first time, came so hard that George had felt his pre-cum leaking through his boxers. He had only waited for awhile for Y/N to come down from her high until he pushed himself down to her pussy, ready to use his mouth now to eat her out.

"Mm," he hummed, collecting the cum that spilled out of her sensitive pussy with his index finger, "Look at me." he ordered, and once meeting her eyes, he sensually licked his finger clean, savouring in the taste that he would never get tired from. "Taste so lovely, never gonna get tired of it."

"Gonna clean you, yeah?"

Y/N was about to nod her head in approval until she remembered why she went to George's dormitory in the first place. To take her, to take her completely.

And just as George went to push his head down to her cunt, Y/N had already took a hold of his left hand to halt him. "Wait," she breathed.

George raised an eyebrow at her, and went to kiss their intertwined hands. "Yes, darling? Are you alright? Should we stop?"

"N-no, it's just that –"

She was almost lost in the way George looked at her, and while her head collected words and sentences for her to say what she wanted the most, she was also partly distracted by his lips kissing her knuckles.

"George, I'm ready."

The lad froze. Eyes widening as his grip on her hand loosened a bit, heart thumping faster at what he heard from Y/N.

"I want you, I want all of you. George, just, please." she whispered, squeezing his hand to take George out of his trance.

"Baby," he started, "are you sure?"

"Give me more, Georgie."

That was all George needed for him to push himself up from his position to take a hold of her jaw to kiss her in such passion untold. It was messy, yet so passionate. It was as if George was telling her that he loved her, well, it is what George is trying to imply. It was the first time they kissed during sex, that is. And he had withheld from this so much that his heart almost felt like exploding when he finally felt her lips on his.

"I -" he paused to take a breath, overwhelmed with what's happening. He took a moment to push his trousers down along with his pants. Y/N looked at the dick in his left hand as George pumps it twice or thrice.

He positioned himself over Y/N in missionary, and before pushing his pulsing cock to Y/N's dripping pussy, he took one look at Y/N, "I love you," he whispered almost inaudible. And George's heart almost swells in delight as he heard a faint, "I love you, George," back as he finally pushed his cock inside of her.

Y/N winced at the new sensation, hand tightening around George's strong grip on her right hand. Tears started to form around her eyes, "It hurts," she said the first few moments.

"I'm here, just breathe," he says as he kisses the tears on her cheeks away. "I'll wait, whenever you're ready."

It took a couple of minutes before Y/N had felt fully adjusted. George just admiring her ethereal beauty, pecking her lips once in a while as his left hand went through her hair to push the strands away from her face. Y/N took a hold of his left hand and squeezed it, "Go on, George."

"You – ah, taking me so fucking well, Y/N. Bloody hell," he groaned, looking down to see half of his dick inside of her. He looked at Y/N, who had her eyes squealed shut at the new feeling, he pulled back only to push his cock deep inside her, and Y/N, instead of crying, had moaned his name in such drawl.

"Merlin, flower," he said in between thrusts, "You feel amazing, you're taking me so well, so bloody well."

All George received in return was a mantra of his name as he thrusted deep inside of her, he positioned in a way that he was kneeling on the bed. He ran his hands below her thighs and placed her ankles on his shoulder, enabling him to go deeper as if it was humanly possible.

"Faster, George – gods, fuck! Let me cum, let me fucking cum, please." Y/N pleaded, hands on her breasts for her to play as George's hand gripped on for dear life on her ankles, and then leaning down on the bed, the tip of his cock hitting her g-spot which makes her arch so badly to him.

"George, ah –" she was cut off by her own sinful moans, which seemed to push George more as he increased the intensity of his thrust every after one. "That's it, love, be a good girl for me, gonna come, that fast, already?

"Yes, George, fuck! Not gonna - last!" Y/N responded in between breaths.

"Then fucking cum."

"Gods, I love you, I love you, I love you, I - oh!" Y/N said as she finally snaps and sooner enough, George comes as well with his own declarations of love and a mutter of curses and adoration.

They stayed in that position for awhile. And when George moved to pull himself out, both of them hissing at the sensitivity. He went to his bedside table to get a cloth, to clean Y/N first before himself. The next, Y/N's limp body was carried to the dormitory's bathroom, for him to place her down on the loo.

George went out of the bathroom to retrieve new clothes for the both of them. He wore his pyjamas, still topless, and made his way to the bathroom to face the truth of their relationship, now that vulnerability had been exchanged.

He kneeled down in front of Y/N, pushing strands away from her face. He kissed her forehead, hand still on her cheek, as Y/N leaned on his touch. "Thank you, I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

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Before Winter Comes

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Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Tags: oral (female receiving), rough sex, slightly dom!Jon Snow

Summary: As soon as you get word that Jon is the new Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, you ride to Castle Black to see if he’ll be willing to bend some rules for you.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Whaaat? Me writing something other than Supernatural? Am I sick? Haha, no, but seriously, I just finished up Game of Thrones (a few years late, I know), but that’s besides the point. There’s a scene where Jon is Lord Commander and he’s in his office and I just got to thinking, “Damn, I’d really like him to fuck me up against that wall.” And so, here we are. This was actually incredibly difficult to write; medieval smut dialogue isn’t really easy to imagine, so please be nice to me. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! (Also, huge shout out to @deangirl93 for helping me brainstorm said medieval smut dialogue!)

The cold wind bit at your face as you made your way to Castle Black. It was the earliest sign that winter wasn’t only coming; it was right around the corner. You had been riding from Winterfell, a few weeks journey, and you only had a few more hours left to go. As soon as you got word of Jon becoming Lord Commander, you knew you had to come see him. Maybe things would be different now; maybe you would be able to bend some rules. When you had said goodbye to Jon a few years ago, it was understood that you very well might not ever see him again. “You know I won’t be able to marry. I won’t be able to father children,” he had said to you when you told him that joining the Night’s Watch didn’t necessarily mean that it had to be the end between you two. “I don’t care. I love you, Jon Snow,” you had replied, as you begged him to understand. You knew why he felt like he needed to go; he was a bastard, to everyone else. He was nothing. He had no other place or purpose, than at the wall. You thought differently. He was everything to you.

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Affirmation

Summary: Draco and reader have a fwb relationship, draco falls for someone else but the reader gets pregnant. She leaves Draco, but years later the two meet again.

Warnings: Light smut. Unplanned pregnancy, babies, friends with benefits relationship, right person-wrong time. Fluff.

a/n: anon requested with some plot changes from my side. also, this isn't written in chronological order. idk how this turned out, but i don't personally like it all that much 😭 hope you enjoy tho

NAVIGATION

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It's hauntingly beautiful.

There's terror, but there's adoration. He isn't sure if he'd consider the sight a nightmare or a dream.

But for all he fucking knows is that it's beautiful— it's winsome; angelic.

Draco sees a version of himself for the first time outside a mirror. He was pale almost everywhere. His eyes, his hair, his skin.

A replica of his own bones— his own flesh and blood.

"He's mine— isn't he?" His voice cracked and he's tearful almost. You grip the baby tighter in your hands, as though afraid that Draco might steal it.

"Why does it matter?" You say defensively. His eyes narrow, "Why does it fucking matter— because I'm his fucking father!" he spat the words out.

"I— err, he's not yours—"

"Are you joking? He's the exact copy of me"

"There's a slight possibility I suppose—" you pause for a moment and Draco stares at you suspiciously. "He could be yours"

He shudders, resting his fingertips against his temples as though having a headache. It's just awkward silence then, Scorpius’ restless movements being the only source of noise in the air.

"How old is he?"

"Almost three"

You could see the guilt in his eyes broaden, his jaw clenched and his fists curled harshly.

Nearly four years earlier.

You could feel the desperation and want in him through his possesive hands, through his ragged breaths.

He pulls you closer and closer until your crushed together. His tongue clashed and teased you as you whimpered in his mouth.

"You're fuckin' addictive" he said, gripping you by your thighs and pulling you up, he was tall and ripped, he could easily manhandle you whenever he pleased to do so.

Before you know it, you're pressed against his bed and he pulling his shirt and trousers off in an urgency. It was always demanding, rough and ravenous.

There was just no need to be intimate and feel and go through the emotions of it. It just had to feel good and then it was over. There was no privilege to love each other.

You gave a gasp as you felt his mouth on your breast, and his fingers teasing over your folds. Sliding his digits against you as you bucked your hips to his palm.

"Please Draco" Beg, you always had to plead before him. It got him off to have you desperate and earnest. To have you almost sob with need.

In a swift moment, he's aligning himself, kissing your want away as he prepares you to finally take him. His arms were around your face, framing and trapping your figure beneath him. His hand was still guiding his lenght over your lips, dragging out whimpers from you.

Draco stares into your eyes as impales himself within you. His silver eyes were intent and dark, never loosing eye contact as he moves inside.

He hissed as you clenched around him, his lips hovering above yours, teasing again. You could feel the burn of him in your soul— in your viens.

"That's it" He groaned as he thrust harder, gripping you by your hips as he helped you move along with him. You were moaning already, shuddering almost, he began kissing you hard, passionately with hints of solitary love in them.

It was different this time— something was quite contrasting to this session than the other fucks you'd had with him. There was something unusual in him, you could feel it as he looked at you, as he roughly rolled his hips and moved your entire body with him.

"M'right t—there—" You said, swiftly sliding your hand between your bodies to pleasure yourself and his speed increased, his brows tensing and his muscles flexing.

And then with silent screams from both of you, he spills inside you— and that was the mistake of it.

You weren't sure whether the mistake was beautiful or damning.

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It was cruel, so so fucking cruel. It wasn't supposed to end like this, it was supposed to end you both of your stress not give you this.

Your eyes are wide, disbelieving as you stare at the bright two red lines.

It's positive. It's inevitable.

You're fucking pregnant with Malfoy's fucking child. He's the father and you're pregnant with his heir.

It was just a friendship between you two, which then turned into fucking— you're not sure when that changed, when it became more. But it did.

It's haunting. And you're so confused, starved for any sort of advice— but it was a secret arrangement between you two and he was the only person you could discuss this with.

You have to tell him, he's the father, it should both your decision.

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"It's fucking three in the morning— what are you doing here?" Draco stares at you simply horrified, you press your lips together gulping as he lets you in the Manor.

"I had to talk to you"

"At this time?"

"Fucking obviously since I'm here" You huff as you sat on his couch. He sighed and nodded, placing his phone right before you.

"Give me a minute, I'll be back" He said and stormed off towards somewhere in the huge manor.

You fingers nervously tap on the table before you, replaying your speech in your mind over and over again. Figuring out the fissures in the verbs and nouns and adjectives and perfecting your speech.

Suddenly there's a loud ring of Draco's phone as his darkened screen flashed brightly. You couldn't help but sneak a peek at the screen, it was just in your nature to be nosy.

Besides, it was weird that someone was texting him at 3 in the morning.

Your eyes drift barely over it, and there's a chain of texts over it. And there's the name, Astoria. You're inhaling sharply in surprise. When there was no sign of him, you grab the phone and open the lockscreen.

And there you're met with promises, with consolations, with affirmations.

It's going to end between us soon.

I'll tell her that it's off soon.

You know she's not you.

I love you, Tori.

He's taken, wholly and to shove a child infront of him just because you weren't careful enough to keep track of your contraception just wasn't fair.

You had to have known, you hadn't slept together for more than a month now, but you hadn't considered the possibility of him falling for someone.

It wasn't fair to him, neither to you, nor the child.

When Draco's stepping back into the living room, it's empty, it was like you'd vanished without leaving any trace of you behind.

Now.

"You literally did just show up at my house at fucking three am, then disappear for three years and then you shove our child in my face"

"Hey! You're the one that found us, I didn't come back"

"Why not? I— just I want to know why"

You stare at him for several seconds, contemplating whether to escape the situation again or disappear. "Because you were in love with Astoria— and I didn't want to ruin that for you, I still don't"

He looks stunned, blinking a couple of times before he speaks again, "It didn't work out between us" he said sadly looking away from you, "And even if it did, I would have never left you, I just wish you'd told me"

Your fingers brush over his slightly, he still burned you the same. His eyes hadn't lost the intensity in them, they were still the same.

"I'm sorry, I know it was selfish"

"Selfish?" He chuckled, nodding his head faintly, "You moron, it's selfless, you left so that I could have an easier life, how's that fucking selfish?"

You giggled, his arm rested over your shoulder, and his head rested on your yours.

"I missed you" He said softly, pulling you closer and closer until you're crushed together.

Your head arched up as you stared into his cool silver eyes, which we're almost melting in the sunlight.

"Me too" you mumbled into his chest, inhaling the scent of him that was foreign now.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here— I can't imagine what it was like to raise him alone"

"It's not your fault"

His eyes flicker briefly and he's leaning down just slightly, you were merely inches apart, his lips hovering above yours.

You felt his palm cradle your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin, he waits.

"Kiss me" you said, and then he does, his lips press against yours ferociously. Once his lips met yours, he immediately pulled you flush to him, kissing and kissing and kissing you as though he were starving. Like he'd been rotting in wait.

His hands are on your waist, your neck, slipping along every curve of you.

You pull away from his mouth, gasping for breaths as he kisses and sucks along your neck, claiming you as his again.

"I'd like to make up to you" he whispered, "Just let me into your life, I want to—" Draco tensed, resting his forehead against yours, "I want us to be a family. If you'll let me"

There wasn't a word spoken, just a ravenous kiss on his mouth. It was a promise of yes, a promise of affirmation.

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Oblivious Harry

(George Weasley x Female!Potter!Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Main Masterlist

Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Request: ‘ Can you do a female X Reader where the reader is Harry’s twin sister and falls in love with George Wesley? I couldn’t find if this was your main page or not I’m sorry 😭 ‘

Thank you so much, I loved this idea. I am so sorry it took me so long I hit a sort of block. I didn’t know what to write at first, but I hope that this is okay,

Warnings: Language and poor writing.

Words: 1.8K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

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Promises, Promises

Requested: YES/NO - Can you do a story where the readers and Harry are siblings and between her and Draco there is something going on (they didn’t confess to each other). During the war, when Voldemort “k!ll” Harry and the readers. On they way back to Hogwarts Harry is carried by Hagrid and the reader by Narcisa. When Draco see her he start the scream at his parents because they promised him that if he joined the death eater, the reader would be saved (hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!fem!reader

Rating: none

Warnings: ANGST, swearing

Summary: You and Draco have had secret feelings for each other, for years, but never confessed to them. Now, as Draco watches his mother carry your corpse, and your brother Harry’s, in the middle of the battle, he wishes he’d told you sooner. But what makes it all worse is that Narcissa promised to keep you safe, but it’s clear that she didn’t.

Word Count: 2.4K words

Authors Note: More angst! But this time I was a little nicer and gave a bit of fluff. Thank you for this request btw, I loved writing it! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. Please feel free to leave me some feedback and maybe drop a request!

love you all, jean

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The war has taken so much from so many people. It’s taken lives, it’s taken love, it’s taken everything that’s stood in its path and used it to fuel the fire of hatred that Voldemort started all those years ago. The war has been going on for so long, too long, and you fear that it may take your hope with it too.

You wish you’d had the courage to tell Draco how you felt, because you fear that it may be too late now. You wake every morning with a heavy weight in your chest, knowing that he may not be alive today or tomorrow or the day after and you’ll be helpless against it. You’ll be helpless and regretful. Because why didn’t you tell him when you had the chance? Before Voldemort was a serious threat the only real obstacle that would’ve stood between you two was public opinion.

Harry. Draco’s parents. Ron and Hermione. Pansy and Blaise. Just public opinion. Just people that could’ve expressed their disdain at your relationship, but what could they actually have done to stop you? They wouldn’t have threatened your lives the Voldemort would. Or should you say has, the way he has threatened your lives. He already hates you and Harry, and resents Draco, what would stop him from striking you both dead immediately at the news?

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Take Care

Azriel x Reader

my very first Azriel fic.

Warnings: none

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: There Was only One Bed trope, reader and Az stay at an Inn overnight, they take care of each other.

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I clutched my arm tighter around his waist as we trudged along the muddy path, the rain storm making us both squint. I was trying to support him as best as I could, through I knew despite his multitude of wounds, he wasn’t allowing his weight to truly fall on me. It was a miracle he even allowed me this “support” with my arm around him, thought I’m sure it was for my own peace of mind over any semblance of aid. Azriel and I had just successfully completed a scouting mission in Autumn Court, and on the flight back before we even truly left the territory, we were attacked by Autumn soldiers; the sickening thwip of the ash arrows in Azriel’s wings replays over and over in my mind. He sustained 3 arrows total in his wings as well as one that grazed his waist, immediately grounding us.

Because the mission was already completed and we are on schedule, Rhys and the others won’t notice our absence until at least tomorrow evening, meaning we have no choice but to spend the night here until Az’s strength is returned enough to fly us back if no one else comes for us. Az managed to land, albeit roughly, with me in his arms in the forest directly beneath us to lose the soldiers. The landing was more of a tumble, and I may have sprained my wrist trying to break our fall, but I didn’t even notice the pain because I was preoccupied with trying to conceal my horror at the sight of Azriel with the arrows jutting out his wings. Because of our proximity to the border, there was an Inn close by for travelers, just a few miles ahead of the forest we landed in. I fretted over Azriel immediately after we landed despite his assurances that he was fine and how it “didn’t even hurt that much,” but I knew better. We walked along the way for at least a half hour before making it to the Inn.

“Will they recognize us?” I was still learning how to glamour, but I didn’t want to risk anyone alerting the soldiers of our presence here.

“Maybe not, though the arrows may raise a few brows,” he responded, breathier than usual. My heart clenched at the idea of how he concealed his pain, from me or from anyone.

“Oh yes, sorry I forgot -”

“No it’s fine, it’s not like this is everyday glamour material.” I exhaled and stepped aside to attempt to conceal his wings, he waited patiently until I finished. I made a mental note to practice with Amren upon returning home, but I did alright for now. We entered the Inn, thankfully there weren’t many heads that turned our way. The main floor was a pub with many patrons heartily drinking and conversing loudly. The woman who helped us told us that they only had one room left given the storm outside, and guided us upstairs. I let Azriel climb behind me to give him time to accommodate for his slower pace with his injuries without drawing the woman’s attention.

“There you are. There are some clothes in the trunk from past guests if you wish to change, hot water in the washroom, and broth downstairs if you two need to eat.”

“Thank you so much.” I opened the door wide for Azriel’s hidden wings as the lady waved and returned downstairs. As soon as the door closed, I let out an exhale of relief. The worst part was over. I turned to see Azriel, who was allowing himself to sag in exhaustion and pain now that we were in a room.

“Azriel,” I began walking over to him, the worry evident in my voice.

“It’s okay,” he said, though he couldn’t hide the strain in his voice anymore. I hated seeing him in pain, hated not being able to stop it.

“Azriel,” I repeated, this time firmer. “I’m going to take care of you, and there’s nothing you can do to prevent it.” I tried to put as much authority in my voice as I could. His lips twitched into a smile despite himself, and I waited for him to object but he didn’t to my surprise. Before he could change his mind, I told him to sit on the bed. I went to his right wing first. He flared it slowly for me to access the arrows. I studied it for a moment to decide how I was going to remove it as painlessly as possible. “This will definitely hurt, but we need to get these arrows out.” His smile was erased and he nodded grimly. I placed by right knee beneath the arrow on the anterior of his wing, and grasped it on the other side with my left hand. Then with my right hand near my knee, I struck down on it as hard as I could, breaking the arrow on my knee. He let out a hiss of pain, but the arrow was effectively broken, allowing my to pull it out of his wing without the head or the tail of it hurting him. I repeated the process on the other arrows, and he let out a breath of relief and his wings sagged. I took all the arrows and threw them into the fire place.

I turned back to him, he was still sagging. That ache in my chest returned. Azriel was one of my dearest friends, and someone I’ve grown to love a lot; I had feelings for him, though I never let on. Seeing him like this was a rare sight, so as grateful as I was to be one of the few to see him without his guard up, I wanted to take away his pain. He felt my gaze and turned to look at me with that devastatingly handsome face which looked golden in the light of the fire. I tried not to let my concern show but I know he caught it anyways. His eyes softened and that look made my heart skip a beat. Oh, to be gazed upon like that by him under better circumstances… I cleared my head. Now isn’t the time. I knew it was dumb to ask, but I did anyways. “Are you okay?” He smiled, this time less strained, and with that wonderful softness still in his eyes.

“Yes, better now.” I walked over thoughtfully, deciding on the next course of action as I studied his body.

“Maybe we should take off your clothes - your shirt,” I clarified looking at his face, catching a rare cheeky smile. “Just to get that wound fixed-”

“Yeah, yeah. For the wound,” he interrupted. Well, the sarcasm was a good sign at least. I rolled my eyes but laughed. His humour often came out when it was just us, which I preferred to the scrutinizing brooding otherwise. He began undoing his leathers, pulling his weapons off his body and laying them on the nightstand nearby as I continued to stand before him.

“I- should I… um, turn?” I didn’t know what to do with myself suddenly, I felt my face flush and prayed that the dim room concealed the embarrassing blush. He smiled without looking up as he continued to undo his bindings, possibly to spare me the embarrassment.

“Not all of us are as pure as you, (Y/N),” he said smoothly, sarcastically.

“I’ll go grab some water for your wound,” I replied sheepishly and made for the bathroom. He laughed as I went off. I had seen him shirtless many times, in training, in other medical instances, but something about the privacy of this room and the attention I was paying him made this feel more intimate. I found a handful of clean rags in the bathroom and a washing bowl which I filled with warm water. When I made my way back to the room, Azriel had laid back on the bed, and he smiled again as he saw me. Despite his state, he looked relaxed, which was an endearing sight indeed.

“Hopefully this doesn’t stain your virtuous eyes too much.” Of course he had to talk his shit.

“Shut up.” Another skip in my heartbeat at the sound of his husky laugh. I took a look at the wound at his side. Thankfully it wasn’t too deep. I began wiping at it while avoiding his eye which I’m sure he noticed. I didn’t choose to love a Spymaster of my own accord. When the blood was wiped away, the wound looked much more manageable. “It’s clotted, which is good. I can see if they have any sutures downstairs.” I looked up to find him staring at me, that softness there again, making my blush return. I averted my gaze. “I can… Maybe I should also clean your wings?” I needed to busy myself. He nodded with a soft smile, that look still in his eyes. I loved that he was allowing me to take care of him. Since I joined the inner circle, it had taken a long time to even gain his trust let alone his friendship. I knew how rare it was for him to allow someone else to see him in a vulnerable state, let alone take care of his wounds. His patience and kindness that he always showed me, well it’s really no wonder I developed feelings for him along the way. My thoughts continued to wander as I washed his wings as gently as I possibly could. The arrow holes already beginning to close. Though there was a bit of that tension in the air, the silence was otherwise comfortable. He hasn’t really made any more sarcastic remarks though. I finished cleaning and went looked at his face for any signs of pain, but what I found were beads of sweat along his forehead despite the storm outside and the drafty room. “Az?” I asked and tentatively touched his forehead. It was noticeably hot.

“Hm.” His response was a bit slurred, his eyes were closed. Shit. Were the effects of the ash arrows making their way into his bloodstream or was there maybe something on them? I began to panic. When I didn’t say anything, he cracked open an eye to see what was wrong. He got up off the bed when he saw my worry, reaching out to me. I took his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. S'just the arrows. This isn’t my first time,” he said. There was that humour for my benefit again.

“Were they poisoned?” I couldn’t help the worry in my voice. His eyes crinkled.

“No. I would be able to tell right away. Trust me.” Even though he was the one in pain, I was the recipient of his patience.

“Promise?” I didn’t care how childish I sounded.

“Promise,” he smiled genuinely. God. I needed to pull myself together. I took a deep breath and looked down at our hands. He followed my gaze and began to pull his hands away, misunderstanding my attention.

“Oh, no Az, I just… Well, you can’t take a bath right now but I just… Maybe I can help,” I said, gripping his fingers tighter to avoid letting him misunderstand my intentions. I knew how he felt about his hands. He nodded again, and I brought the bowl over and took his right hand, submerging it and washing away the grime and dirt from before. I felt his gaze on my face again but focused on his significantly larger hand. When it was done, I dried it with a towel and repeated the process with his other hand. “I’m just gonna change the water, I’ll be back.” I did just that, then came back with a new bowl. I told Az to lean back. I sat beside him on the bed and leaned over his upper body. Maybe this was bolder than I initially bargained for, but I didn’t want to stop. I rung out the towel in the water and brought it up to his face. He closed his eyes and let me wash. I put way more time into it than was necessary, just enjoying my opportunity to study his beautiful face in such a personal and undisrupted manner for so long. I didn’t notice my hand stilling at his jaw until he opened his eyes, catching my stare, though he didn’t make fun of me for it. I held his stare for a few more beats until I looked away. “I.. I’ll go get us some broth.” He nodded, though neither of us made an effort to move. Then I did before I did something stupid.

Downstairs, the lady gave me a tray with broth and tea. I asked if they had any milk of poppy seed or any medicine that could speed up his healing. For my husband, I had told her. She gave me that along with some bandages for a gold coin. I made my way back up the stairs, breathing deeply to clear my head of the want. Az and I, we’re friends, good friends. He’s very dear to me and I’m glad to say he’s fond of me too. I can’t risk messing it up, even though this game we play isn’t new to either of us, the tiptoeing around each other, the vulnerability he easily pulls out of me and his own that’s slowly been creeping out of him as of late. I made it to the room. He had changed into more comfortable pants from the trunk in the room, and he was back in the bed. He smiled lazily at me when he saw me and I easily smiled back. My friend. I figured it’s better to have him like this than none at all. I made my way over and sat on the bed above the covers he was under. I gave him the milk of poppy seed, which he took like a shot. “Are you also going to feed me?” he mused. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Do you fret this much over all the other pains in your ass?”

I laughed at that. “No, this is highly exclusive treatment. Consider yourself lucky.”

"I do,” he said with sudden gruffness. That palpable tension was there again, and I looked away.

“Eat your broth,” I said. It came out breathier than I intended, but it was hard to control under his intense gaze.

“You have some first or else I won’t eat.”

“Fine, if only to shut you up,” I took the spoon and had a few bites as he chuckled.

“There you go again with your mistreatment of the injured.”

“Please, I’ve pampered you like a princess.” The childish joking helped clear the tension, and I loved hearing him laugh.

“Alright, I can’t argue with that. I owe you one.”

“Trust me, I’ll be holding you to that.”

“Really? What’ll you ask of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I resisted to urge to smack him only due to his weakened state.

“Eat your broth. I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t pass out on me.” I got up and grabbed a change of clothes from the trunk, then went to wash up in the bathroom. I bathed but didn’t wash my hair, not wanting to be too long from him. I was also exhausted from the mission and the walk. I changed into a long sleeved, knee length night gown I found before re-entering the room. He was still on the bed. The paleness in his face decreased. He had wrapped his torso in the bandages I brought. “Oh, I’m sorry I forgot to do that earlier,” I began walking over and checked his wrapping.

“Yeah, you truly neglected me this evening. Rhys will hear about this,” he deadpanned, taking in my change of clothing. I don’t know why I bother with tenderness with him. Before I could respond, he gently grasped my left hand. “You hurt your wrist, didn’t you?” I looked up. How did he notice that when there were arrows in his wings? He didn’t wait for me to respond. He turned his body so he was sitting at the edge of the bed and guided me to stand between his legs. It was my turn to let him fret without protest. He reached for the remaining bandage wrapping and took my wrist. He began wrapping it with practiced fingers, his hands wonderfully warm and solid against mine. When he finished he didn’t remove his gentle grasp from where his hands cradled mine, and he looked up at me. I lifted my other hand to feel his forehead.

“No more fever,” I murmured absently, not breaking his eye contact. That is, until there was a particularly loud clap of thunder that made me flinch.

“We better get to bed,” he said softly. My previous tiredness ebbed from my body. It just now registered in my mind that there was one bed. I had been so preoccupied previously with taking care of Az that I didn’t realize. He studied my face the entire time, and amusement was evident in his eyes like he read my mind. “Don’t worry, I’ll take the floor,” he reassured softly.

“Like hell you will.” I didn’t fix him up for him to take the floor.

“What a shocking response,” he laughed.

“Az, I don’t care-”

“Listen, I already anticipated this entire exchange while you were washing up. We’re both stubborn, but nothing will be dumber than neither of us using the bed when we were lucky enough to find this Inn.”

“Az, you’re injured,” I weakly attempted, knowing there was logic in his argument.

“If you don’t sleep on the bed, I’ll wait for you to fall asleep on the ground before picking you up and placing you on the bed, which will hurt my healing wings.” He smiled mischievously, knowing I wouldn’t ever allow that.

“Az, please. Please, I don’t care about your sense of chivalry right now, I love that you’re like that and everything, but now’s not the time for that. Please don’t make me beg but I will if I have to.” I went to crouch between his legs on my knees for emphasis, but he grasped my elbows and prevented me from sinking to the ground.

“(Y/N), there isn’t a thing on earth I’ll ever allow you to beg for.” He said that without a trace of the humour from before.

“This is dumb. We’re both grown, we’re good friends,” I said.

“Yeah,” he huffed, looking above my head suddenly. “Friends.”

Friends. What a loaded word. He met my gaze again, neither of us saying anything for a few beats, but I relished the warmth from his hands in my arms. Relished the closeness I was granted with this rare proximity to him. Relished him. I knew it was wrong, but I decided to bite the bullet.

“Alright. Then the obvious solution is… We act our age and both use the bed.” There. To my pleasure, he held my gaze and didn’t so much as react to my words.

“Perfect,” he said softly but firmly. There was a bite of challenge. Who would cave first and show any succumbing to the implications at hand?

“Perfect,” I repeated back to him. I fought the urge to let my eyes drop to his lips. Friends, I repeated in my mind. His grasp on my elbows tightened a bit, telling me to get on with it. That sobered me up. I dropped his gaze. “I… Az, I’ve never-” I trailed off. Guess he won whatever that was. He waited patiently for me to finish, but I didn’t.

“You’ve never…?“

"I’ve never had to- um, I’ve never-” I gestured from the bed to myself. I’ve never had to share a bed with a man I loved. To his credit, he seemed to understand. Hopefully.

“You know I don’t expect anything, right? If that’s what you’re worried about,” he said softly, his brows turning up in concern. Of course I knew that, and he knew I knew that.

“No, of course. I just…” I looked up again.

“I’ll take the floor,” he said and stood.

“No! No, Az.” I took a deep breath. “I haven’t spent the night with a man before. I’m not, it’s not that I- I’m not worried, it’s just new.” I craned my neck to meet his gaze, expecting his usual teasing, but I just found that soft contentment. Before he could say anything or object, I added, “I don’t kick in my sleep, but if I do, tell me tomorrow. I get cold, so if I use your body heat, don’t feel special. Also, if you kick the blanket off me in the night, I’ll sell your molars on the black market.” I look up to see him, and he had that charming smile. For fucks sake.

“Alright, deal,” was all he said. He turned to fae light above us off and I made my way to the other side of the bed. God, the domesticity of it all might kill me. I got under the covers and he did the same. We faced each other, though he closed his eyes. I ignored the tug in my chest. Maybe it’s the exhaustion catching up to me, maybe it’s the sense of protection that sometimes comes in the darkness, or maybe it’s something else entirely, but any anxiety I felt ebbed away. This felt comfortable, it felt safe. Safe in a way beyond the tangible. Something inside me settled. I waited a few minutes in the dark, listening to the rain outside and the crackling of the fire, watching Azriel’s beautiful face as I contemplated my thoughts. “Stop staring,” he said with his eyes closed. I smiled as wide as I wanted.

“Not all of us look that pretty in the dark and the light.” He chuckled.

And maybe it was the kind of vulnerability that also came easier in the dark, but he said, “You’re plenty pretty. No need to act excluded.”

“Aw, Az,” I tried to tease despite my blush and increased heartrate. “You think I’m pretty?” I meant for it to sound unfeeling and arrogant, but it came out softer than intended, revealing some more truthful vulnerability. He opened his eyes at that.

“Don’t ask dumb questions. Of course I do.” That silenced me again. He continued to look at me until he closed his eyes again. There were a few more beats of silence before he took my left hand, the one he bandaged, brought it up to his face and pressed a soft kiss on the side of my index. “Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he said seriously with a roughness to his voice that touched the ache in my chest.

I wanted to be careful, to keep some semblance of a guard up, but he just pulled the feeling out of me, like a tether between us.

“Az, I love to. Truly.” I love that he lets me, only me. “Thank you.” For letting me see that softness that others don’t.

He chuckled softly. “Thank you?”

“Yes,” I said simply. I knew he understood what I meant. It took him a beat to reply.

“Stop being so sweet, you’ll give me a headache.” I shivered despite the warmth in my chest. “Alright. C'mere.” He lifted his arm beneath the blanket, and I got close to him, savouring the opportunity to be in his arms. He hugs me sometimes, but this is different. He gently draped his arm around my waist, and his wing followed suit, the wing I took care of just an hour prior. That sensation of domesticity passed through me again. I felt myself begin to drift off despite my attempt to stay awake, if only to savour the moment. Maybe one day, he and I can cross that tether between us, though I didn’t let myself think about what it could mean. I didn’t want to risk the hope it brought. One day, this dance between us could be a reality instead of an unspoken game.

Just when I was about to drift off, he spoke softly into my hair, though I wasn’t sure if he knew I was awake. “By the way, that was a nice touch, when you told the lady downstairs I was your husband.” I hid my smile against his chest. “Hopefully that’s not the cover you use with the others.” Though his words were clearly intended to be unfeeling and arrogant, they came off softer than intended, revealing a truthful vulnerability to them. I decided to dish some back.

“No, that’s my highly exclusive cover saved just for you. Consider yourself lucky.” His arms tightened around me, and I could have sworn I felt his lips ghost the crown of my head. Then, he finally said:

“I do.”

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myloveoffanfics · 2 years

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Here’s my fic for @heloisedaphnebrightmore’s writing challenge! I actually wrote one the other day that I wasn’t 100% happy with. I might edit it and post it separately later. But this was so fun to write!

Congrats on 3.5k @heloisedaphnebrightmore!

Azriel x reader - Prompt: When it’s a slow burn, and the characters just look at each other like “Fuck it, I’m done with this.” and they finally kiss.

You could feel the beat of the music blaring from the speakers in your bones as you downed another shot with Cassian and Mor.

“Hell yeah!” Cassian yelled, barely being heard above the noise, “I fucking love it when you guys actually agree to go out.”

Mor cackled, “I always want to go out, it’s y/n that is a homebody!”

You pouted as your friends continued to talk about how you only wanted to sit at home and read. You really hadn’t wanted to go out tonight, but after overhearing a conversation between Rhys and Azriel, you needed to be anywhere but the House tonight. You had nearly fallen to the floor in tears as you heard Azriel confess to Rhys that he had feelings for someone besides Mor for the past 20 years. You hadn’t caught her name, but your heart broke as you fled down the hall to your room.

So tonight you were doing shots. And dancing. And anything else Cass and Mor did on a wild night out. Anything to forget that one of your best friends was in love with someone else.

Mor dragged you to your feet. “Come on!! Let’s go dance!”

“Mor, we’ve been here for 3 hours dancing!! My feet hurt!” You whined, feeling the sudden effects of the last two shots of whiskey you had taken, per Cassian’s request. As you moved to sit back down, a presence clouded in darkness joined your table.

“Fine, I’ll go.” You jumped at the chance to go off with Mor before Az could even question you about what was going on.

He stood there, puzzled, next to Cassian, trying to figure out exactly why you were there in the first place.

“What did you guys do?”

Cassian chuckled, “We didn’t do anything! This was all her idea.” He gestures towards you as you moved to the beat, letting your hair down.

Mor twirled you around the dance floor, and when you stopped in front of her she smirked.

“So what’s the deal with you and Az?”

“Wha-what do you mean? There’s nothing with Az! I mean I don’t know why you’d think there was anything with Az. What are you even-“

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Mor laughed. “I just know you’ve been avoiding him for the last two days. You’ll have to talk to him eventually you know.”

You glanced longingly in the direction of the Shadowsinger.

“For now, I just want to keep dancing.”

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You all had gone back to the house around 2 in the morning. And while the rest of the group fell asleep the moment they got to their beds, sleep escaped you. You tossed and turned, thinking about what an idiot you were to fall for your best friend.

After sulking, and tossing and turning for nearly an hour, you carefully snuck down the hall to the kitchen to make some tea.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“By the CAULDRON! Azriel! You cannot come out of the shadows like that! We’ve been over this! You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“Sorry. I heard you leave your room so I followed you down here. I really thought you knew I was here.”

You smiled sheepishly at him, turning your attention back to the boiling kettle.

“So…why have you been avoiding me?”

You sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth, unsure of how to tell your best friend you have fallen in love with him when he’s clearly in love with someone else.

He took a step toward you, cornering you between the counter and him. He towered over you, but his eyes showed nothing but gentleness.

“Please talk to me,” he whispered.

“Fuck, Azriel. I can’t do this.” You pushed past him, trying to clear your head.

“You can’t do wha-“

“I know you’re in love with someone. I heard you talking to Rhysand the other day, and I’m so happy for you. Truly I am.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked up into his.

“But I’m in love with you. And I don’t expect you to do anything about it. I want you to be happy and I don’t want to get between you and whoe-“

“You.”

You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes.

“What?”

“I was talking about you. With Rhys.”

You stood there, still as a statue. Not sure if this was real, or just a cruel, drunken dream induced by the tequila and whiskey.

“I told Rhys I was in love with you, because I had no idea how to tell you. I was asking for advice.”

He approached you and gently took your chin in one hand, cupping your cheek with the other.

“It’s always been you. I’m in love with my best friend.”

You stood up on your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He moved his hands down to your waist and hips, sliding them under your thighs to lift you into his arms. You let out a moan as he swept his tongue along your bottom lip, giving him access to deepen the kiss further.

“AHA! I knew you guys liked each other!”

Azriel gently set you down before stepping back from you, both of you breathing heavily from the kiss.

Mor and Cassian stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“You owe me 10 gold pieces, Cassian.”

“I told you I wasn’t betting on shit anymore! I always fucking lose!”

You and Azriel chuckled. As an argument started between Mor and Cass, the two of you slipped out the opposite door of the kitchen, taking the back stairwell to your room to pick up where you left off.

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myloveoffanfics · 2 years

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I don’t like him, stupid. I like you.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X F!Reader

Prompt: “I don’t like him stupid. I like you.”

Warnings: kissing but that’s kinda it pretty fluffy

Word count: 1.3k

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“No Draco, pay attention. You can’t add bloodroot and wartcap powder in the same cauldron. It releases a toxin that-“ You look over at him and he’s staring off at a group of girls. You shove him, “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah yeah, salamander blood and bursting mushrooms explode, blah blah blah,” he brushed you off while you were trying to help him, again.

“That’s definitely not what I said at all. Look if you want to fail your potions quiz that’s on you. I have other people who actually want my help,” you shut your book and stood from your seat in the large library.

His gaze never broke from a group of Ravenclaw girls who kept giggling as they looked up at Draco. You rolled your eyes and gathered the rest of your things.

“Goodbye Draco.” You walked away from the table where the both of you sat. You were tired of fighting every girl for his attention even when you were doing him a favor. Even in the platonic sense, it was exhausting, not to mention the way it hurt your heart.

“What,” he turned around to face you but you were gone. “Oh.”

You walked out of the library, upset that once again Draco would rather stare at girls than spend any time with you.

“Hey y/n!” Someone shouted at you from down the hallway. You looked up to see Theo running to catch up to you.

“Yes Theo?” you laugh slightly at his out-of-breath presence.

“Do you have time to help me study today? I could really use it. I’m going to fail that quiz.”

“I don’t know…” You paused taking in the idea of helping another Slytherin boy study, not sure if it was worth it.

“Please I’m begging you,” his hands were together like he was praying to a god and he sounded so desperate for your help.

“I like it when you beg,” a smile crossed your face as he gave you a disapproving look and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“y/n this is serious, I really do need your help,” he whined.

“Okay okay. I’ll help you. Go get your books I’ll meet you back in the library in twenty minutes.”

“Yes thank you! I owe you.” He looked so excited like you had just saved his ass.

“I’ll see you in twenty.” He smiled and nodded and you both went your separate ways.

Fifteen minutes later Theo walked into the library and sat down at a table to wait for you.

Draco saw Theo sitting by himself with his potions book looking through the subject matter for the test. He excused himself from the girls he had been flirting with since you left to go sit with his friend.

“What are you doing studying alone Nott?” Draco asked before being shushed by a couple of people around them.

“I’m waiting on y/n. She is going to help me study.”

“She is?” Draco sounded stunned to hear you were going to help someone else as you had just left him in the library.

“Yeah, I asked like twenty minutes ago if she would be able to help me.”

As you headed back to the library you got caught talking to a friend which left Theo in the library longer than you meant to.

When you walked up to Theo’s table you were apologizing blindly about being late, so much so that you didn’t realize Draco was standing on the other side of him.

“Since when do you apologize for being late?” Draco asked, snark in his voice.

“I apologize to those who value my time. Theo, I apologize for keeping you waiting, are you ready to get started?”

“Uh yeah,” Theo could sense the tension between you and your best friend.

“If you’ll excuse us Draco, we have studying to do,” You smiled fakely at Draco as you walked to an adjacent table. Theo looked at Draco, shrugged, and followed suit to the new table you sat at.

A few hours passed and Theo had a bit more confidence in his ability to pass the test that plagued Hogwarts’ students.

You walked back to your dorm to relax in your bed for a while before dinner. Just when you changed into a more comfortable outfit and laid down on your bed you heard a knock on your door.

“Ugh, who is it?!” Without a response, your door opened, and in stepped Draco. “You know it’s not polite to walk into someone’s room unannounced.”

“Yeah well, it’s not like you are the most polite, especially to me.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“So why are you here?”

“Do you like Theo?”

“Okay, so we are just jumping to conclusions all around today huh?”

“That didn’t answer my question.” He looked annoyed and anxious as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Why do you care? You’ve never cared about who I’ve liked in the past.”

“Yeah that’s the past, this is the present. Now answer my question.”

“It’s not any of your business.”

“You made it my business when you ditched me for him earlier.”

“I didn’t ditch you. You weren’t listening or paying any attention to me. There was no point in me sitting and talking to myself wasting my day away when I know I’m going to pass the quiz tomorrow.” You were becoming increasingly frustrated by the constant question Draco kept asking.

“Just tell me if you like him, it was a simple question.”

“I don’t like him stupid. I like you!“ In a quick moment of frustration, you let one of your biggest secrets free into the open. Draco was quiet but so were you. Your eyes hadn’t left the floor since you last spoke, the silence in the room making your stomach churn. The fear of losing your best friend was eating you alive.

Draco stepped closer to you, you could see his feet as you looked at yours. His hand reached down to your chin as he tilted your gaze up to his.

“Is that true?” His hand never left your soft skin as his eye contact burned into you. You nodded your head lightly as tears filled your eyes terrified of the outcome of this conversation. You blinked and tears rolled slowly down your cheeks. “Why are you crying angel?”

You took a deep breath and began to speak, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ve ruined our relationship.” Draco chuckled lightly.

“You haven’t ruined anything love. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say those words.” Your head perked up at that statement.

“W-what?”

“I’ve waited for you to say those words for longer than you know.”

“You have?” The tears in your eyes were long gone as you stared at the blonde.

“Can I show you how much I’ve wanted this moment?” He said caressing your cheek with his strong hands.

“I- yes.” At that moment he kissed you. The comfort of his soft lips against yours felt like heaven. Your arms wrapped around his neck almost by instinct. The kiss got more intense as his hands traveled to your waist.

Your first kiss with the man of your dreams seemed almost never-ending and you were perfectly happy with that.

Draco’s hands sat on the underside of your thighs, he gripped you tightly as if he was holding onto a dream. Your lips traveled across his cheek and down his neck.

Draco’s voice was low and sultry as he whispered into your ear, “You are so perfect. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted the past couple of months. It was easier to push you away and-”

You looked up at Draco as he explained himself to you, not wanting to focus on the past you interrupted him. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

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