VI - N I G H T S H A D E
(GIF NOT MINE) Credits to original creator
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!!Warnings!!Dub-con, Adult Dialogue, Mature Themes, Age Gap(Gloria-18, Draco-22), Innocence Kink, mentions of sub-space, oral (male receiving), un-established relationship
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Pairing: Professor!Draco x Student!OC(but you can pretend it’s y/n)
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Summary: Basically just Professor!Draco smut
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"If it doesn't burn a little, what's the point in playing with fire?" -Bridgette Devoue
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Her gaze drifts from the lines in her potions text to the podium affront the class to Professor Malfoy, he sits careened back in his chair with a book in hand- Arithmancy. The first few buttons of his black dress shirt undone. A small silver glint emits from the dainty replica of the Draconis constellation hanging from his neck. The pale, porcelain hue of his skin heavily contradictory to the dingy atmosphere of the dungeons.
As though sensing the presence of her stare, he looks up. A small smirk playing at his plush lips as he sends the girl a discreet wink, causing her straight face to falter as her light honey colored cheeks turn hot. Gloria quickly looks around to see if anyone seemed to notice but the entire class is taken as they either finish work from other classes or scribble away at scrap parchment.
She turns to look at Draco again, only to find an accomplished expression settled on his face. His soft grey eyes leaving hers only when the pitched ringing of the bell in the courtyard dings. The class quickly files out till theirs no one left.
The Slytherin hastily mutters a short "colloportus" and walks toward Draco. Peeling the book away from his hands, he let's her place it on the table. Draco's hands rest on her hips, guiding her to stand between his legs.
"Hadn't gotten chance to say hello?" He teases, reminded her that she'd failed to come by his quarter's this morning.
"M'sorry." Gloria mumble, moving to straddle him and bury her face in his neck
"S'alright love." He chuckles, placing lazy kisses on her neck.
"Think I can make it up to you?" She says, the playful guilt evident in her voice.
"Yeah? How do you plan on doing that darling?"
Arrogance practically dripping from his tone as his hands travels under her skirt, undoing the blush pink fabric of her thong and retiring it to the pocket of his slacks.
With response to his question, her slender digits to unbuckle his belt, the argentum alloy clinking softly. The sound of his zipper coming undone chimes his ears as she picks herself off his lap and drops to her knees.
Draco lets out a breathy groan as a result of her warm mouth wrapping around his cock. His hands instinctively go to her hair, bunching the dark brown strands. Her cunt clenching and pulsating around nothing but air at his choked sounds.
His large hands began guiding her to bob her head in tandem with his bucking hips, his otherwise clear eyes were now eclipsed with illicit pleasure. The tell-tale sheen of heavy, sitting lust coated the steel grey in his irises. She gives another languid suck as he twitches, threatening to come undone. The grip on her hair tightens, his hips rutting into her small mouth, hastily traveling in an out of her swollen lips. A string of drool dripping from the side of her mouth.
"M'going to cum down that pretty little throat."
She chokes out a small hum as he gives another ravenous thrust before climaxing at the back of her throat. He hastily pulls her of her knees and lifts her to sit on his desk causing her to let out a small squeal.
His hand cups the side of her face, wiping the excess cum from her lips and pushing it back into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the liquid lust. Draco slowly pries her leg apart, resting his hands on her thighs, caressing the smooth, light-coffee colored skin.
"So pretty aren't you. So-so fucking perfect." He claims, completely enamored by her. He trails his lips below her ear, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her sweet spot, still unable to fathom his fortune. She seemed so letting that it perplexed him- annoyed him even.
He places a soft, lucid kiss on her lips, the distinct flavor of white tea and fairy floss gladdened his senses.
"Draco." She mewls. The whine so needy yet content, so small and pure yet so ridiculously sinful.
If he could, he would record the sound and play it over and over till he was senselessly drunk off the sound of her sweet voice. Her very existence felt like a drug, a drug he would unquestionably smoke for the rest of his life till he died of asphyxiations. What he felt for her wasn't love- no it was farther- an obsession. So incredibly destructive. Like a flame dancing across their hearts and in the process setting their beings on fire.
With the next proceeding scenes, it was inevitable. Gloria Lightwood was an angel and he wanted to rip her wings off and keep her for himself.
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