Drabbles

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

She bit her lip and he preened at having hit another mark but when she snorted, he realized it hadn’t been to hold back a moan but to hold back amusement. He tried not to be offended. 

“Something funny?”

“No, just, that shit doesn’t work on me.” She’d mastered her smile but her eyes still looked mirthful. 

“What shit?” He hadn’t done anything different, his strokes as measured as the last.  

“That ‘good girl’ shit. It’s trite.”

He stopped, cock buried inside her. “Trite?”

She waved a hand. “Unoriginal.”

“I—“ He was momentarily struck dumb. Girls always liked knowing they were being good, especially when they were being quite, quite bad. 

“…but I didn’t mean to distract you,” she was saying. “Everything else you’ve been doing is very nice so please, carry on.”

Nice? He frowned down at her. When he didn’t pick the pace back up, she tutted and pushed his shoulder. 

“On your back then, Malfoy.”

 He let her push him over and helped her situate herself on top of him. His brain came back online enough to appreciate the tight slide back inside and then fizzled out again when she rocked her hips, holding his cock deep. She gyrated once and then began moving properly, finding the pace he’d set with ease.

“Although now that you mention it, you seem like the sort.” Her tone was altogether to coherent for the way she was riding him. He swallowed thickly. 

“What sort?” he managed. 

“The praise kink sort.” 

He scoffed. “Cute.”

She considered him for a moment. “You don’t think so?”

He cut his eyes up to hers. “Are you being serious?”

Her mouth curled into something sly. “You’re of the opinion that if I told you you were being a good boy, you wouldn’t have a reaction to it?”

He ignored the baiting. 

“But…but you’re such a fucking swot. Always the teacher’s— oh…Merlin .” He squeezed his eyes shut as she circled her hips and he felt her walls clutch once, tightly, right around the fat head of his cock 

“I didn’t excel to be praised,” she retorted. “I did it to succeed . I did it because unlike you, my daddy told me he loved me without constraints and, unlike you, I needed all the help I could get to be on top in this world.”

He was miserably turned on by her, writhing on him like she couldn’t get enough but still lecturing him. 

“So that’s it then?” He closed his hands around her waist, thumbs almost touching. It made him a little feral for her. “You don’t care if you’re good? You just want to dominate?”

“Being good is overrated,” she agreed, finally breathless. “I’ve found that almost everything is more fun when…when you’re…” Her voice hitched and he groaned at the sight of her slowly losing her composure. “When you’re being bad.”

“That’s also a cliche,” he groaned. “You’re no better than me after all.”

Her eyes glinted with victory. “So you admit it. You want to be good for me.”

He tried to laugh but it came out strained and pathetic. He pressed his feet to the mattress and held her down by the waist and railed into her, furious and aroused.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I want to be good for you.”

She was keening now, breasts bouncing with the force he was sending up into her. 

“You are,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re being…such…a good…fucking…boy.”

He lost it. 

“Fuck—!” His orgasm left him gasping, his whole body twitching with it as he rocked her on him mindlessly, feeling his pleasure all down his spine until he was pulsing inside her, wetting her further. 

“And you,” he panted, “are the fucking best.”

She shuddered on top of him, walls milking him as she hit her own peak. 

“I am,” she breathed, coming down. “I am.”

He ran warm palms up her sides and over her back, down the curve of her spine and then squeezed the globes of her arse. She heaved in a breath and relaxed on him, palms flat on his chest, curls a veritable mess and eyes soft and warm on him.  

He flicked a brow up at her. “Want to prove it again?”

She bit her lip, grinning down at him with something like fondness. “Yeah. I do.”