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AWWWW @cool-fried-fish REALLY??

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yasministration

the lot - dallas winston

summary: when darry has you and dally go looking for ponyboy and johnny before dinner, something is bound to go wrong, especially when you discover the lot for the first time. wc: 1.3k+ cw: making out, not entirely smutty but pretty suggestive

“Dinner in twenty.”

Darry’s call from the kitchen was part of the same nightly routine before he poked his head into the living room, scanning everyone’s faces to make sure no one was missing.

Dally hummed as he switched the television channel, his free arm snaking between you and the couch to settle on the dip of your waist. He leaned closer to you, lips puckering to press a kiss to your cheek, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“I need someone to set the table. Someone go find Ponyboy and Johnny for me.”

Dallas tightened his arm around you, resting his cheek on your head and shaking his head silently. You pinched his side, praying silently that Darry didn’t see your boyfriend’s silent protest. “Dallas, go find my brothers.” Dally groaned, sinking into the couch cushions, but he couldn’t possibly say no to the man who would be feeding him tonight.

“Two-Bit, Steve, set the table. Dallas!”

Dallas huffed with an unexcited eye roll, standing up lazily and wiping the sleeve of his leather jacket from any cigarette ash. He ran a hand through his hair, staring down at you. You licked your lips, grinning up at your boyfriend.

“Yes?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Dallas took a couple of steps backwards, looking into the kitchen carelessly and then back at you, his expression blank. Then, in a moment of weakness, he nodded his head in direction of the door, cooly asking “Come with me?”

You straightened up on the couch, shrugging your shoulders loosely as you looked around, giving Dally false pretence that you would actually consider rejecting his offer. Dally scoffed, extending one hand towards you. You giggled, jumping up and grabbing Dally’s hand, beginning to lead him out of the house. Dally wiggled his fingers, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“They’ll be in the lot.” You said, looked up at your boyfriend. He breathed out a laugh, mumbling “There’s not a single soul in Tulsa that doesn’t know they’re in the lot.” Dallas glanced down at you, and noticing that you’d come out without wearing any layers, immediately unravelled his arms from around you to take his jacket off and hold it behind you. He held it up there, waiting for you to slide your arms through the sleeves before tucking you under his arm again.

“I’ve never really been to the lot, you know?”

Dally hummed, looking down the empty street. “’Ve only been once, during the day. Don’t know why they like it so much there.”

“Probably because they know no one else is gonna be there. Poor boys, it’s not like they can get any privacy in their own homes.” Your boyfriend sighed, running his free hand through his hair as he thought your words over. It was true, Ponyboy shared a room with his older brother, and Johnny’s parents either neglected him or were constantly nitpicking his every move. At least you had some space to breathe and see whoever you wanted. Dally included. Your parents probably wouldn’t like him, but they didn’t have to know about him to make that judgement just yet.

“Where are they?” Your train of thought was interrupted by Dally’s question. You glanced up at him, blindly following as he dragged you across the street, barely lit by the dim lamps. The lot was hidden from the road by a line up of trees, and abandoned cushions were laid out in a circle around a fire pit. At least, what looked like it had once been a fire pit.

Dally’s arm slipped off your shoulder, fingertips brushing your arm to finally intertwine his fingers with yours as he led you deeper into the lot. He hummed thoughtfully, crouching down on the floor before throwing himself onto a worn out cushion. Dallas tugged you down with him, moving his grip up your forearm to get a firmer hold on you when you tried resisting him.

You squealed your boyfriend’s name when he wrenched you forward particularly strongly, landing straight into his open arms, ready to catch your fall. He made a strained sound as the breath got knocked out of his chest, both arms immediately tightening his arms around you.

“Nice out here, don’t you think?” Dally mumbled, lips brushing against your temple. You wiggled in your boyfriend’s arms, turning to face him and smiling amusedly at him. “I think you’re a little distracted from our mission.”

“Yeah yeah, find the kids. We got twenty minutes to dinner.”

“That was five minutes ago.”

“Still gives us fifteen. We can kill a few more minutes.” Dally’s hands trailed down your body, settling inappropriately on your ass to grope you. “Dal.”

Your boyfriend only smirked, hands sliding underneath the snug denim of your jeans. You scoffed, back arching to push your chest into his face as you shivered, trying to part ways from his cold rings. “Your hands are freezing Dal.” You whined, gasping when Dally rolled you over on the cushions, landing you on your back halfway on the grass as he hovered over you, leaning on one of his forearms as his legs tangled with yours.

The hand that was still in your jeans trailed upwards to slip under your shirt, sending shivers across your torso as you took liberty of mumbling your boyfriend’s name again. Dally dipped his head down, lips brushing your ear as he whispered “I like you in my jacket.”

“Dally, if you want to do something, don’t play about and tease me.” You pleaded, lifting your hands up to grip the fabric of his shirt. “Why not, sweetheart? it’s only the best part.” He insisted with a deep chuckle, fingers grazing the underwire of your bra. His lips connected with the side of your neck to press a teasing kiss there before he ran his teeth over the smooth skin, causing you to bring a hand to the back of his head, gripping his hair to help guide him into a rough kiss.

Dallas snickered into the kiss, not in the least surprised by your lack of patience. He bit harshly on your bottom lip, causing a pained moan to escape you, but the second your lips parted, Dally slid his tongue in your mouth, muffling any other sound you had.

One of his hands came up to cradle your face, thumb caressing your jaw, which went slack in his soft yet domineering touch. Dally barely broke kiss to mumble “Good girl” against your lips before he was connecting them together again. You whined, snaking a hand through Dally’s hair and scratching your nails against his scalp, causing him to groan, head lolling forward in pleasure.

Dally moved your legs around so he could slant his body right between then, driving his pelvis forward to grind his growing erection into your core. Your legs shut around him, meeting his movements to gain some friction, moaning quietly. Dally pulled his lips away from yours, smirking down at you, hand bracing itself next to your head. He laughed feebly, licking his lips as he stared at you, free hand gripping your thigh, keeping your legs spread for him.

“Man, do not ruin the lot for us like that.” Both your heads snapped towards the voice, your eyes widening at the sight of Johnny and Ponyboy stood awkwardly by the trees. You immediately sat up, cheeks hot despite the cold air at the humiliation. Dally huffed, but didn’t talk back at Johnny, the younger boy luckily his weakness.

“Come on, Darry told us to come find you.” Johnny finally added, beginning to walk back to the Curtis household with Ponyboy when he saw Dally help you to your feet. “I thought we were supposed to be finding them.” You mumbled, unfortunately still too close to the younger boys.

“Yeah, but Darry figured something was up when we got home and you weren’t there.” Ponyboy called out, glancing back at you both with an amused smirk.

“Shut your trap, Ponyboy!”

yasministration

do you care? - dallas winston

summary: for the first time ever, dallas winston cares about a girl. so much so that he asks the adultest adult he knows for advice, even if it will get him teased a little. wc: 1.9k+ cw: hurt/comfort, happy ending, i may have fluffified dally a little

The slam of the Curtis’s front door is so loud that everybody straightens up, immediately expecting a yell from Darry for treating the house so poorly. Everyone is surprised when that doesn’t happen. More so, everyone is surprised when they turn to find Dallas looking morbidly stressed, his face void of any of its natural colour.

“What do I do when my girl is angry and I need to make her… not angry?”

The boys all cackle loudly at Dallas’s dilemma, and Ponyboy, who would usually refrain from making any comments at Dally’s expense, feels brave enough to question “You mean you haven’t dumped her for being mad at you?”

“Wow, you must like this girl.” Teases Steve, grinning widely. Dallas doesn’t find any of this funny, his face unchanging from its current state of stress. He’s not going to acknowledge Steve’s jab, because yes, he does like you, and indeed, you are the only girl he hasn’t dumped for disagreeing with him. However, Dallas does have to admit, he doesn’t understand why are you’re mad at him. Not at all.

“Where’s Darry?” He asks, huffing when three hands immediately point down the hall in the direction of the three rooms. From his spot in the living room, Dally can see that the bathroom door is cracked open, which only means one thing: Darry is in his bedroom. He hesitates; there’s no way he can just stroll up and knock on Darry’s door to ask advice about a girl. One he’s only been with for a couple of months at that (which is longer than he can say for his past relationships).

“What’s wrong, Dally boy?” Starts Two-Bit, more engaged in the conversation than his television show for once. “Too scared to knock on big ol’ Darrel’s door?” Dallas huffs, walking past the boys in the room and in the direction of Darry’s room. He pauses in the hallway when the older boy’s door cracks open on its own and Darry comes out, a white towel slung over his shoulder. When his eyes lift up from the floor and land on Dally, they go wide in surprise, not expecting him there at all, let alone looking so vulnerable.

“Darry, Dally wants girl advice from you!” Calls Sodapop from the living room, and Dally feels too called out to retort anything back to him, the tips of his ears going bright red. The corner of Darry’s lip quirks up, but he shakes his head to wipe the smile off his face, nodding towards the dining table, where he walks past Dally to take a seat. Dally hesitantly takes a seat, throwing a glare to the five boys in the living room before sitting down in front of Darry.

When Dally doesn’t begin the conversation, Darry raises his eyebrows up, causing the man in front of him — very much resembling a boy in his sheepishness at the moment — to mumble “She’s mad at me.”

“I figured. What did you do?” Muffled chuckles behind Dally have him crossing his arms over his chest. He deliberates asking Darry to tell them to leave, but no, he needs to keep his reputation. “I don’t know what I did wrong!” Dally exclaims, but all Darry does is cross is arms over his chest and lean back into his chair. Dallas sighs. “Her words were: I’m not gonna sit around waiting for you when you’re just a man. I have other things I could be doing.”

“Were you late again, Dally?” Johnny asks from where he’s sat in the living room, and Dally furrows his eyebrows, twisting around in his chair to look at the younger boy. He finds everyone looking back at him expectantly. “What do you mean ‘late again’?”

“As in, were you late to a date just like you’re late to everything else in life?” Clarifies Steve.

“I’m not late to everything!” Complains Dally defensively, squaring his shoulders when everyone’s faces morph into deadpanned expressions. He turns around to Darry, expecting the man to defend him to the other boys. What he’s met with is the same unimpressed expression.

“Dallas, you’re always late.” He says, not offensively, but truthfully.

“Man, it sounds like she’s doing you a favour by not breaking up with you. If a lady says she has lots of other things she could be doing, she’s talking about men.” Dally hears shuffling before Two-Bit pulls out a chair and sits next to him at the table.

“Two-Bit is right, Dallas. She’s giving you a chance to treat her the way she deserves before she leaves you for someone else who will treat her better than you. The reason she hasn’t left you yet is because she likes you.”

Dallas furrows his brows, his arms loosening over his chest. “All that over being late a couple of times?”

Darry sighs, placing his towel on the back of the chair beside him. “Dally, every time you’re late, you show her that you care less and less. You don’t value her time, so you don’t value her. Do you care about her Dally?”

Darry’s question surprises Dally, who swallows thickly, intimidated by the clearly watchful eyes around him. But after a long moment, he nods, voice quiet as he admits “Yeah, I care about her a lot.” Darry nods, appreciative of the boy’s honesty. He replies in a soft voice. “Okay, good. Now you have to show her you care. And that starts by showing up on time. But you can’t just do the minimum for a girl if you want her to know you like her. You’ve got to go out of your way to do things for her.”

“Like flowers.” Dally sighs in annoyance. A slap on the back of his head has him pushing his chair back to fight whoever it was, but a stern call of Dally’s name from the one person he fears has him slumping back in his chair. He soon discovers the hit had come from Sodapop, who takes a seat at the head of the table and tells Dally “Man, you don’t know the things I’d do if I still had Sandy. Flowers are nothing.”

Flowers are nothing.

Dallas replays that sentence in his mind over and over for the rest of the day, even when he lays on his bed back at Buck’s, asking himself about the things you love. How would he show you that he cares?

He’s never asked a girl to be his girlfriend before. He’d go on a couple of dates then go unresponsive, or acknowledge them just enough that he could have company on boring nights. But he’d taken you out more times in a single week than he’d had a total number of dates with any other girl in the entirety of their relationship. Dallas doesn't just want your company, he craves it. He likes taking you home from dates and kissing you softly, and likes having an arm around you no matter where you are. He used to hate when girls draped themselves over him on their dates, but with you? He needs everyone to know that you’re his.

So he buys the flowers, he buys some chocolate, and he buys something infinitely lasting. Something meaningful. Well, it’s not meaningful to him, but he knows from the stack on your bed that you’ll keep the teddy bear forever. And of course, he climbs the pipe to your bedroom window instead of having to face either of your parents at the front door. It’s a little bit of a struggle with all the things he’s carrying, but he manages.

Dally becomes sad while he looks through the window. You’re sat on the floor, cassette player next to you as you massage a thin cream onto your smooth face. He can’t believe you’ve ever been sat somewhere waiting for him, thinking he didn’t care about you. How did you manage to look at him afterwards?

Finally, Dally brings a hand up to knock on your window. Your head snaps towards the window, and Dally sees you squint at the glass before your expression turns to one of realisation. Dally smiles to himself when you push yourself off the floor, rushing to open the window. He sees the conflict across your features when you come face to face with him, and gulps thickly when you take a step back for him to enter your room. He drops his little gifts onto the floor before hoisting himself into your room. A little huff leaves him when he drops onto the floor, turning around to shut the window behind him. He scrambles to pick up the bouquet and teddy bear, leaving the chocolates on the floor so he can turn to you with a feeling he can only describe as vulnerable.

“Um, I do care.” Dally says, clearing his throat. You put your hands on your hips, a small frown making its way onto your features, but you let Dally continue. “And I didn’t realise that being late meant that I was showing you I don’t care. But I understand that now. I get that I need to make more of an- an effort with you so you don’t leave me for some other man.” Dallas blinks quickly, moving his gaze to the floor. He feels like throwing up. He is going to throw up. He inhales shakily, feeling a lump form in his throat. God, he is about to spread the most vile story about you if you turn him away now.

Except you don’t.

“Look at me Dally.” Dally refuses to glance up at you. You bring a hand up below his chin, pushing his face up so he can meet your gaze. You're not frowning anymore, but you still don't seem exactly happy. You hate that he looks adorable like this. Yes, you’re still mad at him, and no, you don’t understand how he didn’t see your point from the beginning, but ultimately, he has never stripped himself from his tough exterior in front of you, and it is just so charming.

“Hey. I can forgive you this time.” You tease, only half joking. He knows. Dally nods, hesitantly beginning to wrap his arms around you. You step forward into his chest, leaning into his body so he can hug you, and you bring your arms up to hold him in your arms too. “Can I… Can I get a kiss?” Dally mumbles against your hair, and you pull back slightly to look at him. You tilt your face up, a hand snaking up his chest to rest on the side of his neck.

Dally smiles softly at you before leaning in, his lips melding with yours. You can feel the way his entire body relaxes against yours, and it makes you breathe out in amusement. You pull away from the kiss, and Dally’s body jerks forward to follow you, but you put both hands on his shoulders to stop him. He looks betrayed for a moment, but you take the bouquet and cute bear from his hands, gently placing them on your bed before throwing yourself onto him. He stumbles back a step as you wrap your arms over his shoulders, lip slamming onto his, and he can’t help but smile into the kiss, his arms tightening around you to hold you close to him as he kisses you with all the passion he can muster.

When you pull away, it’s because you’re out of breath. Dally is panting too, but it seems he would have kept going if you hadn’t broken the kiss. He puffs his chest up, suddenly arrogant again, and you roll your eyes, pushing away from him to sit on your bed. You pick up the teddy bear, smiling down at it, and turn it around to face Dally.

“So what do you want to name him?”

Dally feels honoured to have even been given that opportunity.

scotchontherox

Rip greasers, y'all would've loved running through the scientology building

lacyydollette

₊ ֹ ˖ RAFE && HIS OVERDRAMATIC GIRLFRIEND ᱺㅤㅤ ୨౿

oh, how you loved raising rafe’s water bill as you stood in the hot stream of water for hours. it made your body and muscles loosen.

calm down.

perks of having a rich boyfriend, you guess. (not that you relied on him—you were a lady; you could handle your expenses very well, even if you would get your card robbed by rafe and your wallet replaced with his card—and maybe, well, a good spank afterward if you spent too much of your own.)

you could hear some shuffling here and there from outside the bathroom—probably rafe back from his golf date with his other lover.

fucking topper.

yes, that’s how you worded it before he left this morning. might as well be topper’s boyfriend if he’d rather play golf with him than spend time with you shopping online.

before you know it, he’s inside the bathroom, grumbling about the amount of steam.

“you like taking showers in hell in your private time?” he says with a frown on his pretty face as he starts undressing.

throwing him a glare, you open the shower door a little to see his face—and he can see your glare.

“fuck off, raphael.” pity? yes. overdramatic? yes. but let’s not talk about that.

before you could curse him some more in your head, he’s walking over, joining you in the shower. naked. god, you were never gonna get over how fucking good he looks.

he wraps both large arms around your waist tightly, his face right into your neck, prepping it with kisses—and you melt—

wait, no, you’re still mad.

“wrecked my wallet enough with your shopping today?” he mumbles into your neck while massaging your waist.

“extra today because you left, asshole.” you aggressively turn around, grabbing some shampoo, washing his head as he looks at you with this loving, dreamy gaze.

oh, how he loved his dramatic girl.

“i had to go, baby—topper’s dad had to talk to me about somethin” he sighs as you massage his head.

“awhh then i guess you didn’t get to spend a lot of time with your boyfriend, huh?” you say.

“c’mon, baby, you know it’s not like that. i can barely tolerate the fucker.” he quickly gets under the water, washing his head, then positions his face back into your neck, putting your arms around his neck.

when you don’t say anything, he knows the drill by now.

“i’m sorry, forgive me, my love. won’t happen again.” he pulls back, leaving tiny kisses on your chest and collarbone.

“fine. on your knees then.” you glare at him still. it’d take a whole lot of spoiling and kisses and quality time to get you to fully forgive him—and he knew that.

but for now, he just got on his knees with a shit-eating grin, putting all his loving where his mouth is, ’cause his sugar-talking wasn’t gonna work tonight.

honeybeesangel

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nel2activeek

Corset - D.M

pairing - Draco Malfoy x bsf!reader

summary - In which a lovely gathering at the Malfoy Manor turns into your best friend not being able to keep his hand's off you.

n - hi love's I'm so obsessed with writing Draco being in love with his best friend. also, I feel like I’m not completely well with writing smut I feel so awkward writing it lol, so I HOPE this isn’t to corny smut where you don’t even want to finish reading ... anyways! hope you enjoy leave a like don't be shy! 💌

Malfoy Manor was stunning, its grand rooms filled with pureblood families and their heirs—and all too familiar sight in a world where blood status was everything. Growing up close to the Malfoys meant being invited to every one of their annual gatherings. Especially since Draco Malfoy had been your best friend since birth.

"Oh, dear, you look stunning," Mrs. Malfoy said, her eyes bright as she took in the tight corset that hugged your figure, the soft pastel pink casting a warm glow against your skin.

"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. you look stunning as always," you replied, a polite smile settling across your face. your gaze drifted pasted her as she continued a conversation with your mother, landing on the tall figure standing at her side—Draco Malfoy.

"Well, I've been looking everywhere for you," you said, rolling your eyes lightly. Draco didn't respond right away. his gaze remained fixed on you, slow and deliberate as it trailed over the cure of your waist, the way the corset cinched perfectly around you. His eyes lingered there for a moment before drifting upward, settling on the exposed skin above it—where a delicate necklace rested against your collarbone. The small initial "d" caught the light, drawing his attention as his expression subtly shifted, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.

"Well, unfortunately, Mother has been dragging me around to meet all these pureblood families I could swear I've already met," he said, finally breaking his gaze from you.

Draco stepped closer, moving to your side with practiced ease. His arm lifted slightly—an unspoken invitation he'd offered a thousand times before. And the truth was, you'd accepted it just as many.

Your arm slipped through his, linking together slipped through his, linking together effortlessly, the two of you fitting together like pieces of a puzzle—familiar, natural, and impossible to pull apart.

Being this close to him made something warm and soft bloom in your chest, a feeling you couldn't quite put into words. lately, whatever was going on between you and draco felt different. Far from what best friends are supposed to be.

Even letting your thoughts wander there sent a subtle shiver down your spine. There was an ache deep in your core, low and constant, impossible to ignore when around Draco. it felt like you'd been missing something for far too long. like some quiet part of you had been waiting, almost starving, for the simple closeness of his touch.

"Are you feeling well? you look a little flushed," Draco said, his gaze narrowing slightly as he studied your face, nothing the soft pink tint spreading across your cheeks. He couldn't help but wonder what you had so lost in thought.

"I'm perfectly fine," you replied quickly, clearing your throat. The slight crack in your voice betrayed you, giving away the lie you were trying so hard to maintain.

Draco lifted a brow, a quiet hum leaving his lips as he studied you. it was that same mouth you found yourself thinking about being on yours more than you should. you had no idea where these thoughts were coming from—how one simple glance at your best friend could leave you feeling like you were completely unraveling.

" You do look stunning, like Mother said," Draco murmured, leaning in just enough for his voice to brush against your ear. your breath hitched at the sudden closeness, the warmth of his breath sending a wave of heat through your core, settling warm and heavy, impossible to ignore. it left you feeling unsteady, like you were once again caught in the same quiet, aching pull you couldn't seem to escape.

"Thank you, Draco, you look amazing as well," you spoke with a flushed face, your eyes scanning over his handsome, pale face—his grey eyes that met your amber ones, his slenderness and tallness, the way you had to look up at him, his black dressing robes, the sliver necklace he wore with your initial—God, the way he looked at you.

He smirked—that same stupide ignorant smirk.

"Don't get cocky now, Malfoy," you spoke with a smirk of your own, catching his gaze.

"I always get cocky with you," he replied just above a whisper, his hand finding your waist. You could feel his warm touch even through the tight ache of the corset.

your hand met his shoulder. "And why is that Malfoy" you spoke in a low tone.

he held your gaze, eyes locked onto yours. "Because I have you in ways no one else does," he murmured softly into your ear, his lips barely brushing against your neck.

And before you even fully process what was happening, you found yourself in Draco Malfoy's bedroom. on your hands and knees for him. as if you were praising him.

"Open your mouth," he said, his tone low and controlled, his fingers brushing lightly against your lips as if guiding you.

Your breath caught at the closeness, your heart racing as you looked up at him. He stood directly in front of you, his presence overwhelming in way you couldn’t explain.

You obeyed, your mouth parting as you looked up at him. His fingers pressed against your lips, a soft sound escaped you struggling to keep yourself steady. “Draco, I want to make you feel good.” you whispered. Your voice gentle. Your hand moved to the front of his trousers, fingers brushing over his obvious boner.

“O-oh, Fuck, don’t do that.” He spoke lowly grabbing, your hand pulling it back, from touching him anymore. “Take it out.” you tugged even more at his trousers, “shove it in my mouth, Draco.” you uttered, your voice going soft and low, sending a jolt into Draco’s dick. His tip leaking pre cum.

He grabbed a fist full of your brunette hair, bending to your level, leaving a sloppy kiss against your pink plumped lips. “I want to taste you first, do me the honor, and sit on my face.” He murmured against your lips. you could feel your clit, throbbing against your panties. you were flushed, “s-sit on your face, Draco?” you asked your pupils wide full of lust, “yes sit on my face” he murmured once more.

He brought himself backward’s on his bed, his back falling flat on his bed, his boner showing even more through his trousers. “C’mere, baby.” he muttered, his two fingers making a gesture towards him.

You picked up your dress at the ends, as you hovered over him, before you could even speak. Draco’s, slender fingers ripped an opening in the fabric of your laced panties.

A gasp left your mouth, “Draco! those were brand new,” you spoke through gritted teeth, “I’ll get you more, now sit.” He said grabbing both your sides, as he brought you down. your pussy glowing over his face, “Merlin, all I could think about. Was how I was deep inside you just a couple days ago” he muttered before full on placing you on his mouth.

His tongue finding your wet slit, a moan leaving your mouth as you felt the warmth of his tongue. “O-oh bloody hell, Draco.” you gasped out. your body jerking both back and forth. Grinding over his tongue. Both his hands settled on your waist pushing you down harder, as you grinded over his tongue.

“M-mm, Draco, f-faster right there.” you moaned out, you could feel the way he gripped your waist, the way he moved you faster, it all felt electric. your stomach twisting with such pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good.” Draco murmured against your pussy, his words sending a vibration through you, “m-m keep talking, Draco f-fuck.” you moaned out loudly.

“God i’ve been wanting to see you melt under me all day, especially with the way you look.” Draco, muttered against your pussy.

A loud moan of his name escaped your mouth, “Draco, please i c-can’t i need more.” a shuddering breath leaving your mouth as you spoke, your hips grinding into his mouth even more.

as much as you wanted more, you couldn’t stop the pleasure you were feeling from riding your best friends face. “up.” Draco spoke roughly tapping at the sides of your waist.

a whine completely escaped your lips as you felt the warmth leave your aching core. "D-draco what are you doing," you asked roughness laced in your voice, "you said, you needed more." he spoke.

Your face flushed with a tint of pink, a hum leaving your lips, he moved you over so that your back was now on the bed. “Are you sure you wanna do this again?,” Draco asked softly, you nodded your head fractionally, “yes Draco, i want this again.” your voice came out softer.

without hesitation Draco reached for his trousers, his hands working to free his cock, and once he finally did you could see the precum spilling out from his tip. The sight making you even more needy.

The head of his cock found your clit, immediately he started doing a circler motion on it, a shaky moan leaving your mouth at the feeling and need of wanting him inside you.

“Draco. stop teasing.” You moaned out, his tip meeting your entrance, teasing you slowly like if he’s going to push into you. “Beg for it.” Draco spoke roughly a hint of something flashed in his eyes, full of lust. "Please, draco I need you inside me." you plead a whimper escaping as you felt the heat rush through you.

A loud moan left your mouth as you felt him sink in his whole length, "F-fuck Draco," you muttered out, "Stay quiet for me baby, we have guest everywhere, wouldn't want them to hear the pretty noises you make for Master Malfoy," he grinned as he spoke lowly in your ear.

"You git," you moaned out as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you, a small whine leaving Draco's mouth as he moved inside you, "you look so fucking pretty in this dress, the way I want to rip it off you." Draco muttered in your ear, your small whines and moans causing Draco to thrust harder into you.

"Draco, f-faster," you moaned out your hands now gripping the back of Draco's waist as he fucked you doggy style but flat on your stomach. he pounded into you faster, both your breathy moans and whines mixed together with the sound of your skin clapping.

Loud music played outside from the ball, chatter all over, but Draco had you so fucked over, your brain felt foggy and all you could feel was the way he fit so tightly in you, warm and just right. His breathy moans and whines making you even more wet, if that was even possible.

You felt euphoric, you could feel yourself close to your climax, "Draco, I'm going to c-cum." you breathed out a moan leaving slightly after. "Me too, let me finish in you." he moaned out speeding up his paste as he circled your clit. "o-okay finish in me." you spoke a moan leaving your lips as he pounded into you, his thrust getting sloppy in showing he was close.

"o-oh faster, right their Draco!!" you moaned out loudly, reaching your climax, you swore you could see stars. Draco shortly after came undone in you, your name slipping past his lips like butter.

both of you were short on breath, sweat showing up on your foreheads, a giggle left your lips. "Your insufferable Malfoy." you muttered a hand on your face to hide how pink you really were. "that's not what you were saying a couple minutes ago." he muttered a smirk plastered on his stupid face.

"Your right it wasn't," you muttered lowly mostly to yourself, a smile still on your face.

God your best friend was going to be the death of you.