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angels4abby · 7 months

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— 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮? | 𝐚. 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

abby anderson x fem!reader. smut / kind of angsty. kinda proofread. men dni.

synopsis: you and abby have been friends for a while, but you start to to feel neglected when all her time goes to two new girls. she doesn’t know how you feel, until you suddenly snap.

content: public sex, angsty/comfort sex, public fingering, dina makes a quick appearance, mentions of smoking, a lot of use of the word ‘fuck’, fingering (reader!receiving), no outbreak/modern au, both reader and abby are in college, i think that’s it?

author’s note: finallyyyyy wrote something and posted it omfg. it’s not rlly proofread so it might suck LMFAO

Dina's complaining about her bitching professor while you're both strolling down the hallways. As much you want to listen, her voice is washed out by the white noise filling your ears, blood rushing through your veins. She’s right there, leaning against her locker with her bag slung lazily over her shoulder.

She looks so pretty in the morning, is your first thought. That's quickly interrupted though when you notice the girls hanging around her. They're both new, freshman. They're laughing at something Abby said, one of them standing a bit too close to her. That used to be you until about a week ago.

“Just go talk to her,” Dina tells you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You just shrug, pushing the thought away as quick as it came.

"No, if she doesn't want to be around me, then so be it. I can't force her," you respond, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. There's no point in crying over something you can't fix.

“Fine then. Whatever you say. I got to go, but I’ll see you later,” Dina says, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving you to your own thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, you suddenly feel a firm tap on your shoulder. Your body tenses, instantly recognizing the touch. "Hm?" you hum, unable to trust your voice to sound steady.

“Wanna smoke with us later? Me and the girls. Around like 5?” The girls. Us. Us. Us.

Was she really that tired of hanging out with you? Was she bored? Or maybe she just liked them that much. The thought makes you grip your bag, your knuckles turning white at the contact. "No, I'm fine," is all your reply with, your voice unintentionally cold and harsh. You hate how distant and aloof you sound, but your too hurt to put up a front any longer.

“Why are you acting like this?” She questioned, playfully shoving you. An attempt to lighten the mood, but it only made you angrier. “I’m not acting like anything, Abby,” you mutter, blinking rapidly to stop any tears from falling. Why can’t she just leave and take her fucking girlfriends with her?

Abby just fucking laughs as if the two of you haven't been complete strangers for the past two, maybe even three weeks. "Jesus, what did I do to make you so bitchy?" She's so relaxed, so nonchalant, completely unaware of the pain she's causing you. It only intensifies your frustration.

“Fuck off, Abby.”

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You and Abby used to spend hours getting high on the playground after dark. It was just the two of you, talking about everything and anything, maybe even playing some music in the background. Now, you're alone, without a joint in sight.

It was pitiful, pathetic really. Sitting around, by yourself at a playground. Subconsciously waiting for someone who wasn’t going to arrive. The playground only seems dull now, a dumb place for a girl to be by herself.

“You having fun?”

Her voice startles you, catching you off guard. You ache to turn and say something, your eyes briefly shutting in response. You force yourself to keep swinging, kicking at the gravel beneath your feet. "Not really," you reply, your voice lacking any enthusiasm.

She sits on the swing next to you, gently rocking back and forth. “You done giving me the cold shoulder now?”

That’s when you lost it.

“I’m giving you the cold shoulder? For fucks sake, Abby, you’re so blind!” You didn’t even realize you were off the swing, looking down at her. “I’m sorry I’m not as fucking — funny or pretty the as the girls, but you didn’t have to do me like that.” By the end of your outburst, your breath is heavy, your lower lip trembling as tears blur your vision.

"What are you talking about?" she asks, taken aback by your sudden eruption.

"You don't talk to me anymore, Abs. You don't call or text. You don't want me anymore. You don't care," your voice trails off, barely above a whisper. Tears finally stream down your face, and you wipe them away with a shaky hand. You don't sound angry anymore, just heartbroken.

She stiffens, her hands clenching at her sides, her heart sinking as she sees the way you're looking at her. It's as if you're begging, pleading to be liked, to be loved. And she mentally berates herself for not realizing it sooner. You were right. She was oblivious, maybe even a bit foolish at times. The thought of you feeling neglected never crossed her mind.

She pulls you in by your waist, placing you in between her thighs. Her lips were parted and eyelids heavy as she looked down at you. “You’re not them. You don’t have to be them.” You weren’t sure where she was going with this, but her words make your insides twist.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, I just got lost in it. Thought you had better things to do," she whispers, her voice laced with remorse.

You shake your head at her, your chest heavy. “You guys just seemed to be hitting it off. Didn’t want to ruin it, y’know?” You stopped for a moment to breath. “I guess I just missed you, but it doesn’t matter,” your voice was bittersweet, your tears streaming down your face and onto the gravel beneath you.

Her hands moved down to your thigh, gently resting it there as your hands shake in front of you. She feels guilty, she feels sick. It’s gnawing at her that she made you feel like this, neglected and unwanted. Honestly, they had been a good distraction from her feelings about you, but it seems like she dragged it out for too long.

After a few beats of silence, she asked, “You don’t believe me?” She stood up from the swing, and you involuntarily started backing away. The gravel crunched underneath you as you backed away until you hit the main part of the playground.

“I’ll show you how much you mean to me,” she said, breathless, hoping her actions would convey what words couldn’t. You gulp, an odd rush of excitement coursing through you. She’s so close you can feel the warmth of her skin, the scent of weed still lingering heavy on her tank.

“Will you let me show you?” She asked, her hands finding your hips. You don’t know what her intentions are, all you can think about is that you’re on a playground at night, her hands roaming over your body and how much you fucking like her.

“Yes,” you whispered, out of breath even though you’d barely walked.

She took her right hand, slowly unzipping your pants before flicking open the button. You go to grab her wrist before she goes any farther. “Abs, we’re outsi—”

“It’s dark. No one will notice. We’ll be fine,” she whispers casually, like she has no cares in the world. As if she only care about in this moment and it feels so good.

Her hand continues down your panties, finding your clit. You let out a ragged breath as she presses down on it. Suddenly, her lips are on yours. You love her lips so much. So plush and pink and perfect. Makes you want to kiss them.

You get your chance when Abby’s lips connect with yours. You gently bite down on them, eliciting a moan from her. Pulling these noises from her so easily — has she kissed her before?

The thought distracts you as she picks you up, placing you on the playhouse platform and pulling your pants down to your ankles. Your jaw clenched and tears blur your vision again. Why do you have to be so fucking emotional?

Abby’s lost in the feeling of your body under hers, how fucking good you feel. It’s when she senses you freeze that she pulls away from where she was kissing your neck.

"Hey, hey, don't cry," she whispered, her voice laced with reassurance as she gently brushed away a stray tear cascading down your cheek. Her touch was soft, delicate, a gesture meant to show comfort and understanding.

The question escaped your lips, quivering with vulnerability, "Did you kiss her?" Your voice trembled, you wanted to take the question back as soon as the words left your mouth. You hated how your wavering actions were jeopardizing the chance to win her back. The way your voice quivered and sank into the depths of insecurity.

"No," she responded, her voice sincere. "I didn't kiss her. I never wanted to. It's only you." Her words spilled forth with an eagerness to prove that she was telling the truth, to remove any lingering doubts. She yearned to please you, to show you that your trust was not misplaced.

Her fingers moved down to your slit, flushing at the wetness beneath your panties, her fingertips careful to dip between your lips.

Your hips bucked against her hand, searching for any kind of friction as you kissed her again. Deeper, more passionate this time. Wanting her so fucking bad.

“Show me then,” you muttered, your voice muffled due to her tongue stuffed into your mouth. A thick finger pressed into your needy cunt and you whimper from the intrusion, your walls gripping it tightly.

“That’s it, baby,” Abby purred, looking fascinated at how your body moves for her, how warm and wet you feel around her.

Both of you have completely forgotten what the point of being out here was, your mind loosing its sense of self as she slips another finger into you, stretching you out nicely.

You tilted your head back, unintentionally exposing your neck to her, which she eagerly lunged at.

Her tongue smoothed over your supple skin, teasing and tasting as the thrusts of her finger gradually grew harder, your back arching pitifully.

Your hips lift off the platform of the steps, thighs quivering at the sheer sensation of being filled. Suddenly, her fingers experimentally curl, causing a broken cry to push past your lips.

You throb and twitch against her palm, your panties soaked, and a big, shamefully wet spot forming on your pants. You want to be embarrassed, but you can’t bring yourself to, not with how good Abby’s fucking you right now.

The coil in your stomach tightens, and you vividly feel the aching clench of your walls around her fingers, sucking her fingers deeper inside you.

“Abs…I-I’m gonna—“

“I know, baby. Go on, cum for me.”

That’s what sends you over the edge.

You push your hips into her hand, grinding your clit against her palm as she keeps on fucking you, helping you ride out your orgasm. Your thighs shake, your weary gaze finding her as you shamelessly cum on her hand, drenching your bottoms in your juices. She decided at that moment that this was her favorite sight, you cumming all over her fingers. You were completely and only hers. It scared the hell out of her, she couldn’t lie, but she knew it.

Giving you a moment to even out your breath, slowly withdrawing her fingers from your sensitive hole, which you wince at. She fixes your pants to the best of her ability, and helps you stand up, letting you lean your weight onto her.

“You believe me now?”

#౨ৎ angelwrites.#abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #abby smut #the last of us 2 #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #tlou x reader #abby x reader

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chyuuiung · 10 months

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do I make you nervous?

quick hobi drabble, had this thought literally 10 mins ago and figured I should write it so I won't forget it, so forgive me for any mistakes 🙏 the dynamic between the two could be up for interpretation but I thought it was rlly cute. might make a longer, revised version later.

NOT PROOFREAD

no warnings

it was during the photoshoot for the concept photos of his upcoming album, and you decided to lend a helping hand with his makeup.

"hold still for a second," you said with a breathy laugh, holding his jaw gently to lift his head up to you. you held the eyeliner pencil, using it to mark the area on his nose where you'd be gluing the fake bridge piercing.

"are you done?" he asks, moving his head forward to look in the mirror while fixing a couple strands of his hair.

"no silly, I haven't even put the glue on yet" you said, once again holding his jaw and lifting it. "here, put your hand out" he held his hand open in front of him for you to put the little plastic beads as you put the glue on the eyeliner marks you had previously made.

hoseok looks into your eyes as your face hovers above his, you can feel the tension but avoid the eye contact, smirking ever so slightly. you knew what he was doing, and he knew that you knew.

shyly, you turn around, definitely a bit farther than necessary to put the glue back down. you turned back to him, his head still leaning back, picking up a metal bead out of his open palm.

as your face closens he locks eyes with you once again, a cheeky smile on his face.

"close your eyes" you say while letting out a quiet giggle.

"why? are you putting something on my eyes too?" he asks, closing them as you requested.

"no, it's just.." you trail off, not even sure what you were gonna say, but its pretty obvious youre flustered. and although he can't see it, he can hear your smile as you speak.

he raises an eyebrow with his eyes still shut, opening them just a second later.

"just what? do i make you nervous?" he smirks as he speaks, closing his eyes again.

"oh shut up," you whisper, face just a couple inches away from his as you try to glue the final bead on his face.

and once again, he can't see it, but he can hear the smile in your voice.

"you're so cute"

#hoseok x reader #bts fluff #jhope x reader #bts scenarios #bts x reader #jhope #hoseok #hobi #bts drabble #hoseok drabble #bts oneshot #bts smut #hoseok smut #ot7 #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts jhope

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midnight-pluto · 4 months

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COFFEE: special.02 — fun facts

COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

coffee master list

assuming you have gone through the whole of my coffee smau — here’s some things that you might’ve not known, my headcanons, and external info

PLAYLIST: coffee — i made a playlist that i think fit this smau or just tim in general, so feel free to listen

coffee pg.00 was originally meant to just be a one-shot but I had the bright idea to turn it into a smau since I had been really interested in them at the time and I had already created the main casts profiles so i saw no reason to not go through with it

originally reader was supposed to be adopted and have 2 moms but I didn’t know if you guys would necessarily want that or how relatable that would be so I scrapped it and went with unnamed overbearing mother and father

i actually had this idea back in December of 2022 and meant to post it on wattpad yes ik laugh at me but i didn’t have the guts to do so and I already had a lot of unfinished work that will remain unfinished

this smau also sprouted up bcuz i had gotten back into the dc rabbit hole bcuz if this goddamn site which has now grown to be a huge source of dopamine for me — ik it prob isn't healthy but this site has grown to be a safe space for me in the process so any negative infringement on my blog has me in a nervous wreck for days on end; yes, this is a reference to when i got shadowbanned for a bit

wow i got way to personal there, whoopsie

I had also originally planned for reader to give Tim a sticky note attached to his coffee that said something along the lines of: “Good luck with whatever you need 8 shots of espresso for :)” but I for some reason didn’t so the special note at the end of the pages didn’t rlly make any sense

tim might be a genius but he has a terrible sense of direction which is multiplied tenfold when he’s sleep deprived, hence why he almost dropped you off at the wrong apartment once — pg.04

duke being readers bsf happened cuz i personally believe duke deserves more content about him

duke also always somehow manages to be the message bird whenever both you and tim have a fight given how tim's first resort is the silent treatment and you're petty enough to give it back so the most the two of you ever communicate during that time is through duke — pg.15

on that same note harley has become your couple counselor which always manages to become awkward due to the sole fact tim is trying his best to subtly glare at harley since she has repeatedly tried to break his kneecaps when he was on red robin duty; again, petty

this was written by a person who has never worked at a coffee shop before so if you see and inaccuracies and have worked at one, feel free to call me out on it — not so i can fix, but bcuz i find my mistakes hilarious dont ask why, i just do

i still struggle on how i format the titles of the pages and always have to look back on my previous posts to remember how i typed things out

i also suck at developing feelings and crushes with characters so if it seems rushed or sucks that will be my one and only excuse given the fact that i find it extremely hard to even gain a crush irl

nothing was proofread

tims favorite taylor swift album is evermore i may or may not make seperate headcanons about that later

planning on posting a wattpad version of this fic sometime around late january or february, i am still debating on starting an ao3 acc since the only thing i ever do on there is simply just read fics and im not sure if i like/understand ao3's format enough to start tho

TAGLIST: @grandstrangerphantom @marsbars09 @fabitheraven @lovelypitasworld @dyjcksn @mae77eris @sugarrush-blush @djchik @soundsfunbutno @apizzacalledmel @strangetrashblog @cipheress-to-k-pop @harleycao @unhingedtimdrake @a-homosexual-homosapien @aquarii-doodles @love-stay @criminallycan @hecate-frenchfries @job-ross-the-second

#coffee ☕️ - tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x gender neutral reader #coffee shop au #tim drake x y/n #tim drake x you #batfam x you #batfam x y/n #batfamily x reader #batfam x reader #batfam #batfamily #tim drake

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t0shii · 3 years

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what do they do if they get jealous? you can use whichever character you want! i just want to see what you could come up with, ur one of my fav writers on here :)

% hq boys when jealous

.! timeskip! suna, akaashi, atsumu (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ not proofread

.! ty for the request! hope these characters were okay :))

suna

— silent treatment

— doesnt get jealous easy

— but when he does he gets a little mean

— doesnt do it on purpose though

"rintaro?" your call is met with silence as you step into your shared bedroom where he lays on your bed. "rintaro, why are you ignoring me?" you stand infront of him, frown evident on your face. he doesn't look up from his phone, "i dunno why were you letting osamu flirt with you at the team reunion dinner?" he mocks your tone and chuckles followed by a roll to his eyes. "what are you are you talking about?" his smug smile fades and he looks up at you, glaring. "y/n i dont wanna get into this right now-" "no rin, youre gonna tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it." he rolls his eyes again at your comment "you let him flirt with you at the dinner!" he yells standing up, hovering over you breathing heavy.

you shrink back and he immediately realizes he's fucked up when he sees tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "oh fuck, baby, no no" he takes a step forward and pulls you against his chest, "i didn't mean to raise my voice, baby i'm sorry." he shushes your cries and rubs your back, apologizing profusely. "i didn't even do anything wrong, rin." you hiccup "of course i know that, i was just- i just wasn't thinking. i don't know- fuck baby I'm so sorry." he lifts your head up and cups your face with his hands, "i didn't mean it okay? i know it's know your fault i was just frustrated at samu. i shouldn't have yelled at you like that that. fuck baby, i'm sorry." he looks to be on the brink of tears himself. you nod and sniff a few more times, "'s okay" you mumble, pressing your forehead against his, he lets out a sigh of relief before pressing a kiss to your lips. "next time just tell if something bothering you, okay? this could have been avoided." he nods "im sorry"

akaashi

— doesnt usually get jealous

— tries his best to stay trusting in you

— but sometimes he cant help but let his thoughts race

— asks u abt it but is rlly scared

"hey baby?" your name could be heard from the kitchen, "what's up?" you pad your way to man calling for you, face softening when you see the sad look on his face. "uhm... i just..." he stutters, unable to find the words to say "keiji, is something wrong, baby?" you walk closer to him, resting your hands on his waist, he just looks at you awkwardly, "you can tell me." you urge him to speak. he lets out a deep sigh, "uhm well... you don't want to break up right?" your heart breaks at his question, "of course not. keiji, why would you think that?" he looks down, ashamed "i just- i noticed you and konoha were being a little touchy earlier at the team reunion and i just wanted to be sure." he mumbles, barely audible. you hook your fingers under his chin forcing him to look at you, "keiji, i'm so sorry i made you think that way, i didn't even realize. i love you and i'm not planning on leaving you so don't overthink it okay? i'm sorry." you kiss his lips and he sighs in relief, hugging you tight, "i'm sorry for not trusting you i just had to be sure." he says, words muffled by your hair. "no baby, i understand. i'm sorry my actions caused you to feel that way, if won't happen again okay? i promise."

atsumu

— omg he gets so pouty

— sulks until you give him affection

— i feel like he doesnt rlly get jealous jealous

— just sad u gave someone else the slightest bit of attention

"tsum, is something wrong?" you ask, noticing the frown on his face, "no baby, i guess not." he shrugs his shoulders dramatically and lays on top of you. five dramatic huffs from him later you cant take it anymore, "can i help you? why are you huffing so much tsum?" he again shrugs his shoulders "nothin' 's just that you were givin' kita too much attention earlier." he pouts, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso. you fight back a smile at his dramatic behavior, "tsum we were literally talking about rice." you giggle "so you're giggling at my despair?" "no no, im sorry. what can i do to make it up to you, baby?" he thinks for a moment, "play with my hair please." "figured." you mumble, raking your fingers through his hair, he groans when you scratch and massage his scalp. "you're so weird." you whisper, causing him to whip his head to face towards you, "thats not something you say to a who whose heart you broke." he grumbles. "ohhh poor baby im so so so so so sorry. let me give you kisses to make up for it?" of course, he doesn't refuse.

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roonilwazlibimagines · 3 years

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can you do a draco smut where him & female reader are ex’s and she walk in on draco fucking another girl at a party and she’s all heart broke n jealous but plays it cool. and later at the party they’re playing truth or dare and she’s asked about who out of like 3 guys (draco is one) is best in bed & she says draco 😳 and they just crinkly fuck? sorry for being rlly specific imma horny bitch

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Blurb: They admit that the other was the best fuck they’ve had and they relive that once more. Contains choking, blowjobs, fingering and sex and lots of dirty talk and calling the reader a slut A/N: I love a good Draco Malfoy smut, thank you. Reader is in slytherin because it just fits with the story. Also this has not been proofread :/ I feel like this isn’t my best, but I tried :(

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“Oh, uh,” I didn’t know whether to focus on the heat rising to my cheeks or the sinking feeling in my tummy, “I’m sorry,” I couldn’t look away.

“Get out!” His voice brought me back to reality and I quickly shut the classroom door. I started walking down the hall, not really knowing where I was going. All I could think of was the way his hands were pushing her skirt up and the way her hands were tugging in his hair and all I could think of was how that used to be me.

Deciding to go to the bathroom, I splashed a bit of water on my face, refusing to let any tears fall from my eyes. Draco and I had stopped seeing each other for six months now, he could do whatever he wanted to do. Or do whoever.

I closed my eyes and focused on my breath, forcing my heaving chest to slow down. I took one last look at my reflection and before trying to fix my hair I stood up straighter and walked out.

We were broken up and Draco didn’t need to know that he still had any effect on me.

“Where were you?” Pansy asked me as I sat down next to her at the Great Hall.

“Bathroom.”

“What’s wrong?” I wasn’t looking at her but I could tell she was staring at me expectantly.

“I walked in on Draco fucking another girl,” okay maybe they weren’t fucking, but they were going to if I hadn’t been so naive to think that someone was crying in the classroom.

Pansy was a good person to tell a story like this to, if you were her friend. Pansy gasped at all the right times and gave me a sympathetic look when I needed it and was able to tell me all the information I needed to know about the mystery girl who I didn’t know even existed until about half an hour ago.

Almost as soon as Pansy had finished speaking the rest of our friends in Slytherin were making their way over, including Draco.

They sat across from us and I refused to look up in fear that I would make eye contact with him.

They spoke and ate but Draco and I barely said a word and I hated that I knew him so well that I already knew that he was embarrassed and was turning that into anger.

We made out way back to the Common Room after dinner and Blaise convinced us all to stay together and play a game of truth of dare.

“Really Blaise?” Pansy had asked, rolling her eyes when he had suggested it.

“What else do you have planned, Pansy?” he shot back, making her sigh and sit down on one of the lounges.

I sat next to her as everyone sat around in an abnormal circle. I wasn’t really paying attention to the game, all I could see was Draco’s hands and hers in his hair and-

“Are you listening?” Pansy was tapping my shoulder.

“Sorry, what?” a few of them sniggered

“Truth or dare?” she asked annoyed.

“Uhm,” I didn’t really care, “truth.” I sighed.

“Okay,” she thought about it before smirking and I had suddenly become aware of all everything I had ever told her, “we all know you’ve had sex with a few people.”

“Pansy.”

“Who was the best?” I gave her an annoyed look but she smiled sweetly at me. “I’ll make it easier for you,” her eyes widened as she began, “who was better out of Blaise, Draco and Theodore?” I glared at her as I heard a few people shuffle in their position and a few chuckle.

But Pansy kept an intense gaze and I was debating in my mind whether or not to answer truthfully.

“Come on Pansy,” it was Theodore’s voice, “that’s a bit har-”

“Draco,” I maintained eye contact with her as everyone went quiet. My heart was racing and the part of me that wasn’t scared wanted to see their reactions.

“You’re turn,” she was smirking and I finally turned around to see a small frown on Theodore’s lips, a glare from Blaise and a Draco who seemed to be fascinated with the ground in front of him.

“Uhm,” I couldn’t focus, “Goyle, truth or dare?”

Once Goyle finished his dare my mind went back to the day’s previous events, but this time I couldn’t help but look out of my peripheral to see if Draco had stopped staring at the ground. He hadn’t.

“Draco,” my head shot to Goyle, “truth or dare?” Draco finally looked up and looking uninterested he replied dare.

“I dare you to go to the room of requirement with the best fuck you’ve had and spend 7 minutes in there.”

“And do what?” he squinted his eyes at him.

“What do you think?”

Draco stood up and I quickly turned to look at the floor, not wanting him to hurt me again today.

“Get up,” I noticed a pair of black shoes standing in front of my and as I looked up I realised he was talking to me. I blinked quickly at him before he sighed, “I said,” he paused, “get up.” My mind went into a daze and as he stared into my eyes and complied. He grabbed my wrist and led me out of the Common Room.

“We don’t have to go in-”

“Do you want to?” He suddenly stopped and I tripped, almost falling into his chest.

“Uh,” I was dumbfounded again, “I mean, I-I,” I gulped and before I went to continue he smirked and kept dragging me to the Room of Requirement. “Do you want to?” I asked, trying to catch up with him.

“So I’m the best fuck you’ve had?” He ignored my question.

“Out of the options I was given,” he turned around and shook his head upon seeing my smirk and playful gaze, “but I know I’m you’re best fuck.” He didn’t reply. As we got to the Room of Requirement I decided that maybe I could use the previous events to my advantage. “Was the girl this afternoon not good enough for you?” The room presented to us a bed and he went down to sit on it allowing me to see a pink tinge which had appeared on his pale cheeks.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was now sincere and I knew that fucking him would only make my heartache worse, but all I could focus on was his lips and the way they used to feel on my skin. I nodded and sat in his lap.

“Do you want this?” I whispered into his ear and as I felt him nod I started kissing on his neck.

“So you’ve had sex with Theodore?” His voice slightly trembled as I bit the sensitive skin under his jaw. I pulled back with an eyebrow raised and looking a bit embarrassed he apologised allowing me to go back to his neck.

“Did she kiss you like I do?” I whispered it into this ear again and noticed the way his hairs stood up. “Does she know all your sensitive spots like I do?” I looked up at him innocently as I started grinding on him and his hands found my waist. He groaned and I smirked as I continued to attack his neck.

“It seems,” his hands were trailing up my body, “that you’ve become a bit of brat,” I gasped as his hands found their way around my neck, “can’t blame you since you have no one to put you in your place anymore.” My thighs clenched at his words and I missed how well he knew me.

I whimpered and looked up at him making him chuckle, “don’t act innocent baby, I know you’re probably dying for me to fuck the brat out of you,” he kissed me softly, “and don’t worry, I will. Stand up.” He released his grip from my neck and I stood up, “you know what to do.”

I did know what to do. I know that Draco liked me to take my pants off slowly. Bending down so he had the perfect view of my ass and could take the time to admire it. I also know that Draco liked it when I took my shirt off slowly. Taking my time unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the ground. I also knew that he liked it when I kept my underwear on.

“Seems you haven’t forgotten everything then,” he had his arms folded as he was watching me and as I walked back to him and stood over him his hands found my ass and were slightly kneading it while bringing me closer to him.

“Get on your knees pretty baby,” I maintained eye contact as I did so knowing that was what he liked and unbuttoning his pants I had to control my breath so he didn’t know how excited I was. “Open your pretty mouth for me,” and I happily did so.

His hands were in my hair and I was reminded of how he always had to be in control. He pulled me closer to his abdomen and I started to gag, making tears form at the corner of my eye.

“I missed this beautiful sight,” he smirked down at me as I tried to look up innocently at him, “guess you’re still good for something.”

As I kept going he started moaning out my name and praising me for making him feel so good and soon his grip had relaxed on my hair and his head was leaning back and he was telling me to, ‘swallow like the good girl I had always been.’

“Stand up,” I did, “get on the bed.” I sat down and he pulled my legs apart, “if you even think about closing them I will tie them apart,” he threatened and I nodded with a frightened look on my face. He started kissing me as his hands found my nipples and started pulling and teasing them. I whimpered at his actions and could feel him smirk through the kiss.

“Please, Draco,” I whined and he tutted telling me to be patient otherwise he wasn’t going to give me anything I wanted. But he could never resist for long and he was soon kissing down my body, making a special stop at my nipples to kiss around them teasingly.

His lips made their way down my abdomen and to my hips and it took everything I had not to buck them closer towards his mouth. He kissed my thighs and then slowly pulled down my underwear before placing a soft kiss right where I needed him most.

“I forgot how quickly I could make you wet,” he chuckled, making me whine and if it wasn’t for his threat I would have been squirming. “Already so wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you,” he placed a finger on my clit, “such a desperate slut for me.” He chuckled as I finally caved in and bucked my hips up.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to respond and he shook his head but before I could say anything else he had entered a finger inside of me and was moving it torturously slow. “Draco,” I was pouting.

“Yes baby,” his voice was teasing.

“Faster please,” my voice was soft because I knew that Draco would either go so fast I would be cumming in seconds or it could lead to a punishment.

“As you wish darling,” he smirked before entering another finger in and this time going torturously fast. I was crying out his name and as his fingers started hitting a certain spot my hips started bucking and before I could apologise his hand was around my throat again and he was telling me to keep still.

“Draco,” I moaned out the last part of his name, “can I please cum?” my chest was heaving and it was hard to beg with his hand still around my throat.

“So you still have your manners,” he teased.

“Draco, please,” I kept crying out his name and just as I couldn’t hold it any longer he told me to cum on his fingers like the dirty slut I was as he put a bit more pressure on my neck making me hold onto his wrist as I moaned out his name and let my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Forgot how much you loved my fingers, always made you cum so quickly,” he smirked as his hands gripped onto my thighs and put them over his shoulders. “Did they ever fuck you this good?” his tip was teasing my entrance, “Blaise and Theodore?” his tip finally entered me and I screamed out his name. “Answer me,” and it was out again.

“No, no,” I was breathing heavy, “no one has ever fucked me as good as you,” he entered his tip again.

“Did they fuck you like you deserve?” his voice was taunting, “like the little slut you are?”

“No,” I took a deep breath, “I’m only a little slut for you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked before snapping his hips into me and I cried out his name telling him that I was too sensitive, “you’ve taken more than this,” was his reply.

All I could do was moan out his name and let him continue to pound into me as he instead started to praise me for how well I was taking him.

“I’m going to cum if you do that,” I pouted as his fingers started rubbing my clit causing my legs to shake.

“Not yet you aren’t,” he chuckled, “because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” I cried out and let my head fall back, closing my eyes tight and trying to focus on not cumming.

“Look at me baby,” his thumb and forefinger were holding my face and I opened my eyes to see a soft gaze, “if you keep your eyes open, I’ll let you cum, okay?” His voice was a lot sweeter now and soon I was moaning out his name and his thrusts were becoming sloppier as my thighs started shaking and my breathing started to go back to normal.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and by instinct I went over to sit on his lap.

“Thank you,” I murmured so softly I wasn’t sure he heard it. I realised that things were going to be different now. What did this mean for our relationship? We had broken up but I think we both knew that neither of us could go too long without fucking each other.

“Did I fuck the brat out of you?” he chuckled causing me to roll my eyes.

“I don’t know,” I smirked, “personally I think you were a bit lenient,” I got up from his lap and started getting dressed before he could process what I said. He shook his head and put out his hand, “Give them to me then,” staring at him and blinking rapidly with my mouth open he smirked.

“These?” I asked, pointing to the underwear which I was just about to put on.

“Those,” I handed them over to him, “maybe next time if you’re good I’ll give them back to you,” as he put his pants back on he put them in his pocket and I went back to getting dressed so he couldn’t see the heat rising to my cheeks. At least I knew that we were going to do this again.

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